monstersex Sabria's Monster Mash

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⭐PICTURE SET!!!⭐

 

I have a friend who is obsessed with Pumpkins. She wears, decorates, eats, sleeps, breathes, and worships pumpkins. No joke. I think it's a bit much for my comfort level. Nevertheless, I do respect her theme of choice. We all have something that just makes us...well, us. I joking said to her one day, "I think you'd fuck a pumpkin if given the chance." While at first she took offense to that statement, later she jokingly admitted to me that she would if it were possible. It's strange that I took that conversation as part of my inspiration for this set. When creating the monster model, I was inspired by Mongo Bongo, an erotic artist who I believe is now retired. I haven't seen an update from him for several years now. Still, you can find his work here.

When I created these monsters, I knew that they had to fit well with a story and theme. I had attempted pairing them with other girls in the past and just never felt like they belonged with them. The moment I paired them with the Bellwether girls, something just clicked. They were meant to be paired with them, thus I found myself really having a fun time building this scene up. It felt more natural. I likely won't be using these monsters in future picture sets, which kind of saddens me. Who knows? Maybe I'll make some type of Halloween collection and use them in the future.

I'm rather anxious to keep this story going. I'm still not entirely certain of the direction it will go, but I will make it fun and intriguing as much as possible. I look forward to see how Olivia transforms into a skilled and powerful witch.

 

"Pumpkin Patch"
By Sultry Sabria

 

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The chilly afternoon air was the first sign of fall, Olivia's favorite time of the year. Three holidays to celebrate back to back, with the first being Halloween. Six weeks away. She looked forward to it. The leaves in the trees had already begun to shift colors and some already had begun to fall. Autumn was already beginning to set over their town.

Ever since her Mother's confession about being a Witch, her life had changed dramatically and Olivia had made the choice to accept the path laid before her. The days had passed quickly as Celeste had spent countless nights teaching her daughter on how to be a proper Witch. Astrology, herbalism, crystals, spells; each night revealing another layer of this newfound knowledge she was now blessed to be privy to. But it was no walk in the park. From alteration, illusions, conjuration, even necromancy , every facet of witchcraft had proven to be a tough trudge for the still completely inexperienced girl.

Still being a teenager going to High School and attempting to juggle all this new knowledge on top of her academic obligations wasn't easy for her. She found herself barely getting enough sleep and hardly having enough time to be social with her peers but she somehow managed. Somehow, she embraced it, as strange and unsettling as some of the spells and rituals she often participated in with her mother were, every lesson remained something interesting to learn. Her mother was easing her in, taking great care not to overexert her with deep knowledge and instead giving her little pieces at a time. In a way, she was growing impatient but in the end, she understood why the caution. She was warned that magic, like a firearm, could be dangerous if it was not handled properly.

Her relationship with her Mother was the same but different after their intimate encounter. She felt that her bond was tighter and stronger than ever, as if she was now linked to her on a spiritual level. She also could see the strange sexual attraction brewing up for her mother, it was unnatural and forbidden in her mind, but it was there nonetheless. It both bothered her and excited her, and it was a confusing jumble of emotions she often found herself lost in. A small part of her wished it would go away, but another part, the larger part, reveled in the twisted pleasure it brought her.

Yet, her mother went about as if what they did was so natural. As if guiding her daughter through intimacy was customary between them. How could she just treat it as such? How could she continue to act like it was normal, like it was meant to be? The questions haunted her, but the pleasure from the actual contact had yet to fade. Even after these past few weeks.

"Sweetie, you've hardly touched your food."

Olivia had been staring at her plate, fork in hand and mindlessly fiddling with the asparagus and mashed potatoes. She blinked, realizing she had stared off in contemplation for too long.

 

"Sorry, mom. I just have a lot on my mind." She mustered a small smile, her eyes apologetic.

 

Celeste gave an understanding nod. "I'm not surprised, to be honest. You've been through a lot lately, but you need to eat up." She began to cut into her chicken with her utensils. "I know how you get when you are hungry before bed."

She nodded, smiling with a half-nervous giggle. "Yeah. Sorry," she mumbled, stabbing the asparagus with her fork and placing it in her mouth, chewing obediently.

"You also didn't answer my question."

The teen blushed, not realizing she had spaced out so deeply to have missed that part of the conversation. "What question?" She hesitated, but Celeste did not seem to be upset.

 

"I asked how your studies were coming along."

After taking a bite of some mashed potatoes, the Goth glanced up at her. "Oh, you know, math is a pain, science is too complicated, but English and history are okay, I guess."

"I meant your studies into Witchcraft." Celeste chuckled softly, shaking her head as she took a sip of her wine. "We can't forget that important part of your education, now can we?"

 

Olivia's face heated up instantly, knowing well enough what her mother was referring to. "Oh, uh, they're going pretty well, I guess. It's a lot to take in, but I'm trying my best." She avoided her mother's gaze as she continued eating, hoping that Celeste wouldn't pry further.

"It's not an easy path to learn, let alone to walk in." The matronly woman smiled, a nostalgic look in her eyes as she spoke from her own experiences. "It takes a lot of time, patience and dedication to master the craft, and even then, you will never stop learning."

 

Olivia paused, feeling the weight of her mother's words. "So, you're still learning? Even after all these years?"

"Of course. I may have been a practitioner for a while now, but there is always more to learn in this vast field." Celeste responded, her eyes twinkling with wisdom.

 

It was fascinating to Olivia, to see her mother so enthusiastic when talking about witchcraft. It was obvious that her mom had dedicated her life to mastering its intricacies and expanding her knowledge beyond the limits. It was abundantly clear that the seasoned witch had wanted to share and discuss this topic with her for some time, and the teenager couldn't help but hang onto every word.

 

The energy and passion her mom exuded reminded her that there were no limits or boundaries when it came to seeking self-improvement or immersing oneself in their own interests, gifts or talents - including her recent endeavor into witchcraft.

 

As the young woman listened intently, she glanced at her and admired the elegant beauty of her appearance. Though she wasn't dressed as dignified and luxurious as she normally did, she still  looked refined and put-together in a way that Olivia had always admired. Despite the grace and elegance Celeste possessed, she was still a hard working woman and indulged herself in physical labor such as cooking, cleaning, yard work and gardening. Her mother told her it helped her to remain humble. She admired her mother for that.

"You seem distracted. Is everything all right?"

The teen once again found herself fiddling with her meal. "Just thinking, I guess."

"What's on your mind?" She asked, her voice gentle and understanding.

 

She hesitated, unsure of how to put her thoughts into words. The teen had been struggling with the strange attraction she felt towards her mother since their intimate encounter. It was something she couldn't shake off and it was starting to consume her thoughts.

 

"It's nothing," she said finally, dismissing the thought with a wave of her hand. "Just tired, I guess."

 

Celeste gave her a skeptical look but didn't press the matter. "I'm certain that you are." She took a bite of more of her entree.

She knew that her mother was playing at her to ask about what was bothering her, she was very perspicacious when it came to her only daughter's emotions. Her mother had always had a way of feeling out what was preoccupying her thoughts, perhaps it had come with her magical instincts but nevertheless, she kept trying to dodge her probing. "I know when you're avoiding something, Liv," Celeste said, putting her fork down and resting her hands folded on the table. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me what's bothering you? Perhaps I can help."

 

Averting her gaze, the young woman sighed. As if sensing her distress, Ashmore leapt up onto the table and gracefully approached her. The dark feline meowed softly, nudging her hand with his face. She stretched out her hand to pet him, and he jumped onto her lap, purring contentedly. The soft vibration of the purring and the gentle warmth of his body helped to calm her frayed nerves.

 

"Ashmore, you're such a good boy," she murmured, her eyes closing for a brief moment. When she opened them again, her focus returned to her mother, knowing that she needed to trust her mother with the conflict of hormones and emotions coursing through her veins. "I know we discussed it briefly after we...well, you know, about, um, the night you told me about witchcraft," The nervous teenager said, trying to find the right words to express her emotions without making either of them uncomfortable. "Is it normal, what I'm feeling? This attraction, I mean?"

 

Celeste took a deep breath and looked at her with understanding eyes and a gentle smile on her red lips. "It's completely normal, Liv. You shouldn't be ashamed of what you're feeling. Our connection is deeper than most mother-daughter relationships, and it's a bond that can be very intimate and powerful." She set her fork down. "While it's true that some of the practices of witchcraft can be considered uncivil, even taboo, it doesn't make them any less important. In fact, it's because they are considered taboo that they hold such power. Our personal energy and desires are amplified when they intertwine so intimately with the energies of those we trust and who trust us."

 

"I see." Olivia looked down at her hands, which were focused on holding and petting Ashmore. "So, do emotions fuel our ability to cast spells?" Her voice wavered, her eyes looking up towards her Mother.

 

Celeste shifted in her seat, her discomfort apparent but she remained composed. "There is a strong connection between one's emotions and the energy one possesses. Emotions can affect our energy levels and, in turn, our ability to harness our powers effectively." She paused for a second, considering her next words. "Sometimes, when emotions run high, the power that one can harness is amplified. However, if not controlled, it can also lead to disastrous consequences." She clarified, her blue eyes turning serious and dark.

 

"Like I said before, our personal energy and desires can feed off the energies of those we both trust and distrust. This power can be used for good, for healing, or for breaking barriers that seem insurmountable on our own; but if left unchecked, it can also lead to destruction." For emphasis, she waved her hand over the table, making the silverware clatter and the glasses of water ripple as if an invisible force flowed through the air.

Ashmore leaped off Olivia's lap as the energy surged around the room with a chill.

 

"In short, your emotions matter in the ways of witchcraft." Celeste's hand relaxed, causing  the tiny objects on the dinner table to stop their subtle movement. After a moment of silence, she looked at Olivia and added, "And no, I am not immune to these effects. I feel them just as deeply, if not more so, as you do."

 

This revelation struck a chord within the goth teen. The idea of her mother--the elegant, sophisticated woman who'd raised her on her own--struggling with the same emotions and struggles as she was, was a surprise. She in many ways looked at her mother as a superhero. A modern Wonder Woman.

"So...what was it you were feeling just now?" She curiously asked.

The graceful woman sighed, as if attempting to recompose herself. "Anguish." She cleared her throat, grabbing her fork and knife before proceeding to cut more chicken.

That could only mean one thing. Her father's death. Her mother still felt the pains of loss after so many years. That lingering melancholy still lingered in the velvet walls of their home, seeping into everyday life. Olivia couldn't even imagine what it was like for her mother, carrying the grief alone. She was glad to share that burden with her. If anything, it helped to make their bond stronger.

"I miss him too."

Celeste stopped, staring at her plate before looking up at her with a smile. "I know. There are days where it hits harder than usual. Take care to balance your emotions, Livy. The day you conjure your first spell, your magic will amplify the intensity of your feelings. When you experience strong, negative emotions like anger or sadness, it can impair the precision of your magic and sometimes even cause harm. However, positive emotions such as love, joy, and pride can harness powerful energy and make each spell you cast significantly stronger."

 

She nodded, absorbing the information her mother shared. She tried her best to process the idea that her own emotions could have such an influence over her magical capabilities. But it did stir more questions.

"So, the night we had sex, was that to empower and awaken my abilities through emotions?"

Her mother looked at her with a gentle and firm sternness. "I don't think this is an appropriate subject to discuss at the dinner table. You should be eating."

"Why not? It's not like there are others around to be offended."

She watched as her mother couldn't help but smile and chuckle. There was a long pause before she answered. "Yes, Livy. To awaken one's power, especially when it is within a bloodline like ours, it often requires a very intimate and meaningful connection, both physically and emotionally." She took a bite of another piece of chicken and swallowed it. "Is that what has been bothering you? When we had sex?"

Olivia both shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, mostly." It had been a couple of weeks ago and to this day, it still lingered in the back of her mind. It was a terrible distraction and for good reason. "I hate to say it, but it's been kind of hard to focus on school--" Olivia started, her voice trailing off as her mom caught eye contact with her. "--since whenever that happened. I keep seeing you and everything's just--" She threw her arms wide. "--just whenever I think about it."

 

Her mother nodded and once more, set her utensils down onto her plate with a clang. "I understand." She paused as she appeared to consider her next steps. "I may have been negligent in reserving one of the most fundamental facets of our practices. I suppose, I still look at you and see the little girl I once cradled in my arms, not the young woman who is on the precipice of her own self-discovery."

"What do you mean?"

Her red lips curved into a gentle smile once again. "Sex is a very common and powerful form of magic-sharing. It is a fuel that most witches and warlocks use to strengthen and enhance their ability to perform magic. Some rely on it as their only source, which shows how powerful it is." She paused. "I had thought that by restricting such activities, it would buy you some time to focus on your own evolution before venturing into the deeper waters of our traditions with a partner. But I suppose I underestimated its potency." Celeste gave a wistful smile.

 

The goth mulled over her mother's words for a while. The concept of sex as a magical tool was a bit startling, although it did make sense when she thought about the build-up of the sensations between them that night. The orgasm she experienced with her was beyond anything she felt before.

"So, are you suggesting that I, uh, take a lover or something?" The young woman asked, uncertain about what her mother was expecting of her.

"Not in the way that you are probably thinking." Celeste regarded her daughter intently, her eyes encircled by long lashes that fluttered gently. "Eventually yes, I would hope that you find someone important in your life that you can express love and trust in. In the meantime however, I would refrain from that." Her smile lingered. "You are still young and should experience the normalcy of life as much as you can."

She nodded, understanding the parental guidance of her mother, albeit still feeling the conflicting urge of exploring her recently unlocked desires. "So, in the meantime, do I just...go to you?"

Her mother laughed a little louder. "Oh, you certainly could, yes. I won't deny you, sweetie." She responded sensually, a faint blush gracing her cheeks. They locked eyes with each other. "But there are other means to accomplish sexual satisfaction for your magical growth."

The curious teen was now intrigued. "How?"

She watched as her mother considered the best way to explain. Her eyes looked like they were scanning the room for inspiration, before she turned around to face the window that showed the yard leading to the gardens. She turned back to her inquisitive daughter with a smile.

"Grab your coat, I'll show you."

Olivia stood up abruptly, feeling a strange surge of curiosity and excitement as she followed her mother to the front door. She grabbed her coat while her mother simply grabbed her gardening hat, an indication as to where they were going. It was like a natural instinct for her to grab for it anytime she ventured there, whether to work on her vegetable plants or to simply admire the various herbs, flowers, and trees that thrived under her care.

 

Mother and daughter stepped out into the crisp autumn evening. The chill sent a shiver down her young spine, but she wasn't sure if it was from the cold or from the anticipation. She followed her close by, curious as to what it was she wanted to show her. Once they stopped, she stared confused and in wonder as they stood nearby the organized and gated pumpkin patch. Her mother had a fondness for the large orange vegetables and seemed always excited about the fall time. For the longest time, she had wondered why they grew so massive and sold so well but with the recent revelations, it was clear why it was so.

As they stood there, outside of the boundaries of the patch, her mother turned to her, beaming and with a knowing smile. There was a sparkle in her eyes and a hint of excitement that made it impossible to ignore.

 

"With these gifts, you can conjure inanimate objects and even manipulate the life force hidden within all manner of elements," Celeste whispered, her voice low and sultry. "You can twist and contort their mass to construct marvels beyond human imagination."

 

The teenage goth had no time to reflect on her words as she immediately watched her look upon the rows of pumpkins, stretched forth her arms and hands while beginning to recite an ancient incantation. She watched as her jeweled fingers began to dance in the patterns of a mystifying ballet. Olivia observed this spectacle with rapture as she saw her mother's movements begin to take effect on the inanimate objects. As the witch's arcane melody filled the atmosphere, the young woman could witness the threads of magic around her palms, swirling like a luminescent light show. Soon, that same magical display began to encase over four of the massive pumpkins. Her mother's dancing fingers continued to weave patterns in the air, prompting them to quiver and shift.

 

The stalks were suddenly cut as the vines were buried into the earth, like prey hiding from a predator. The earth began to stir, as if something buried beneath it finally received permission to awaken. A faint glow started to spread within the gourds from the ground up, gradually changing their shapes. Olivia's jaw dropped in awe as she witnessed the incredible scene unfolding before her.

 

Before her eyes, the pumpkins started to form a Jack O lantern-like shape, hollowing out and turning into something that was no longer an ordinary gourd. Their eyes, nose and mouths lit up with a magical aura, like a burning fire within. Olivia flinched the moment she saw one of them begin to lift from the ground. Sprouting out of the loose soil looked like a set of hands; green, plant-like fingers grasping and flexing as it began to find grounding. Soon, she saw arms connected to those hands emerge from the dark earth. Little by little as the pumpkin lifted from the ground, she could see the shape of a neck, shoulders, and torso reveal themselves before her transfixed eyes. As the figure's form solidified, Olivia couldn't help but drop her jaw in shock, feeling her heart pound against her chest. All she could think was: "That's one heck of a pumpkin transmutation!"

 

One by one. Each of the four pumpkins unearthed themselves, as the vines that seemed to have rooted them to the soil had been twisted, flexed and shaped to become a crude but functional body. She didn't expect them to make any sound, yet they surprised her by releasing low, muffled and earthy growls as they stumbled in an awkward shamble towards their creator. The sight with which she was presented was an unusual yet breathtaking sight to behold.

The teen examined each of them as they now stood with their lanky but impressive bodies that were crafted by the very vines and leaves that once rooted them to the ground. Her eyes suddenly locked onto one of the shambling Jack O Lantern creatures as she noticed the impressive tool that had sprouted between its legs.

 

"Whoa!" She couldn't help but blurt out. "Uh, I see what you mean."

 

Celeste, satisfied with her display of witchcraft, turned to her daughter with a knowing smile. "Did I demonstrate the potency of these abilities adequately?"

 

Olivia, unable to look away from the pumpkin creature's unusual physiology, nodded slowly. "Um, y-yeah. That was, uh...unexpected."  She shifted her direction to the other three pumpkin creatures who all sported a similar appendage dangling from between their legs. Her cheeks flushed as she continued to stare at each of them, fascinated and uncertain at the same time. "Are they like, alive? Do they feel?"

 

Smiling, Celeste looked at her. "Pumpkins are organic, sweetie. So yes, they are technically alive and they do feel. Their sentience is quite limited but they will perform tasks given to them by their creator."

Olivia covered her mouth, staring at the unearthed pumpkin-turned-creatures with wide-eyed fascination. They stared back at her, which both excited and scared her. She couldn't believe they were real. Her mother seemed almost amused as she noticed her reaction. Her mom knew that she had never witnessed something so extraordinary, as this was not exactly standard practice within their community.

 

"So, uh, are they meant to, uh. You know...?" She asked hesitantly, her eyes shifting from the pumpkin creatures back to her mother.

 

Celeste smiled at her daughter, holding back a chuckle. "Oh, Livy, you're such a curious thing." She walked over to one of the pumpkins, placing a hand gently on its pumpkin head, causing the creature to stop in its tracks and turn to face Celeste. "Let's bring them inside before anyone notices. We will definitely be needing some privacy for what's next."

 

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Edited August 1, 2024 by Sultry Sabria

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⭐PICTURE SET!!!⭐

 

Our Monster Hunter is back and put into quite a fishy situation. I've always been a fan of HP Lovecraft stories and the monsters that are involved. I knew at some point I would have to make one of the many, many monsters that are listed among the author's mind and the Deep Ones seemed like an obvious choice. I knew that down the line, I would have to create some type of aquatic monster and damn, am I a fan of this model. I used a blend of Fish King and White Walker Makeup along with other monstrous mods to create this creature. I wasn't looking forward to making this set a gangbang but I'm glad that I did. There are many things I love about when making this scene but one of my biggest issues I took was trying to imply that there were multiple Deep Ones (or Merrow) present. Managing multiple sims is difficult enough, even with pose packs to keep them remaining still, but in the end, I made the decision to use some mannequins in an effort to paint the illusion. Did it work? Yes and no. It's pretty obvious which ones are sims and which ones are mannequins. I tried my best to angle the images to where we don't have to see the noticeable blank faces. Otherwise, try not to look too deeply into the background. 

This set took me hours to make and so I likely won't be doing another gangbang like this for a while, especially since there are way too few animations that support multiple partners at this capacity. It does all depend on my mood, how the stories go and what modders do to make my creations easier to manage. I'm still learning and growing in the ways of story telling and gameplay. I hope you enjoy this short story as much as I did writing it. I wanted to show more of Jenaia being a badass unlike the last one. There was a scene I wrote where she killed three of them with her knife but I decided to scrap it due to making everything longer than it needed to be.

Speaking of story, I am considering applying paragraphs here and there amidst the picture sets for some illicit details to bring the scenes more to life. Let me know your thoughts and even suggestions.

"The Deep Ones"

By Sultry Sabria

 

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Jenaia had hoped to visit Hawaii under better circumstances. She could use a vacation. Unfortunately, that was what normal people did. She was warned by her parents that by becoming a Monster Hunter, by choosing this life, she would be sacrificing normalcy. She knew the risks when she first enlisted in their ranks. A small part of her regretted that decision but in the end, this was what she was born to do.

The boat's engine roared to life, the coarse vibrations of the vessel rippling along the dark waters. She stood tall, her hands tightly gripping the railings as the wind blew past her face, whisking away every strand of her long, black hair. She glanced behind her, to the small pier where she just left an older Hawaiian couple who had loaned the boat to her team. Nice people. They had invited them all over for dinner when they were done. Little did they know of the evil that was likely lurking beneath the tranquil islands.

Several reports of severed limbs floating along the coast of a nearby island were more than enough reason to warrant a field investigation. The local Police couldn't make any sense of it and could only suspect that sharks, though the bite marks were unlike anything they had ever seen. MHI's forensic analyst who was a part of their team concluded that the bite marks were not that of sharks, not even that of a Luska. She suspected something far more dangerous.

"Merrow."

"Oh, shit. Deep Ones?" Masaji asked as he readied a magazine. "I thought they only stuck to the Caribbean."

Donovan shook his head. "Just like most other sea creatures, they migrate. Some further than others."

"What do we know about Merrows?" Ayumi asked, the newest of MHI Japan district.

Their leader turned to her. "You tell me. You were given homework before we arrived on these islands."

The nervous young woman looked to Jenaia, as if hoping she would help to remind her what they were. Being the more seasoned Hunter and having worked alongside Donovan longer, she knew better than to interject when he challenged another. Ayumi looked back at Donovan, clutching her rifle.

"Aquatic Humanoids," she began to recite, her words quivering. ", that can reside on land, sea, both deep and shallow water. HP Lovecraft wrote stories on them in the early 1900s. Very dangerous. Some variations of the species are known as Ningyo in Japan and Merrows in Ireland and South America."

Dovovan smirked. "Not bad. But you failed to mention one of the more crucial details." He turned to look at the entirety of the six man team, his face growing serious. "They hunt in packs. Rarely will you see a Deep One  alone. Secondly, while they can die easily, their claws and teeth can  inflict deep wounds, making it possible for them to transmit diseases and infections leading to deadlier consequences. Last but not least, they breed rapidly. One or two Merrows are not a concern. A colony? Bigger problem."

 

Jenaia glanced over at the young woman, hoping that she wasn't scared off by Donovan's words. The last thing they needed was for someone to panic while there were potentially Monsters waiting to strike in the waters. "So, what's the plan?" She asked Donovan.

 

"Two teams of three. Team Alpha consisting of me, Harper and Bando will take to the reefs while the rest of you, Team Delta, will scope the shoreline next to the cliffs." He said pointing to her and the other two hunters next to her. "These slippery bastards like to dwell in caves, both underwater and on the land so check any rocky areas that do not look like they should be there. Any questions?"

 

"Have the locals been informed?" Masaji asked as he pulled out a customized grenade launcher.

 

Holding tightly to the railing for support, Donovan shook his head. "No but a temporary curfew had been issued to the residents on this island. Any discharge of weapons will be under the guise of military drills."

 

She had fought these creatures before in the Bahamas. It was her third job after joining MHI. Nasty creatures. She remembered coming home, still smelling like fish and death. It was so difficult to wash the stank off her skin and hair. At first, her parents wanted to keep her away from the field, having seen far too many Hunters leave home unable to walk again, or worse, end up in a body bag. Jenaia, just like her parents, was never one to back down on a challenge for long. She worked hard to convince them that she was ready. Donovan swore to her father that he would protect her, both of them having worked alongside one another serving a religious mission for their church in Japan. She remembered the story her father told her, that it was then where they encountered their first Monster. Almost every hunter out there had their first encounter before joining the profession.

The boat approached a pier, more worn out and damaged than others, yet it still looked sturdy enough to support foot traffic. Janaia, Masaji and Stetson removed themselves from the boat, their assault rifles in hand and wearing their custom wetsuits, tactical vests and diving gear, in case they needed to submerge themselves underwater.

"Radio check every fifteen minutes." Donovan called out, looking directly at her. "We don't want to have another incident like we did back in Scotland."

Averting her gaze away from him, her stomach lurched as she recalled her body being molested by the Doppelganger. She was weak then, having felt a power by him, compelled to give into her body's natural urges in response to his unnatural advances. She was fortunate that when the monster had finished his dark essence within her, he abandoned her, allowing her to reacquire her gear and firearms. She never told them what happened, only that she was captured by a Doppelganger and that she managed to escape. By then, the team had dealt with the Chamtas, secured what survivors were left and were in the process of locating her. When she led them back to the cave where she had been held and violated, there was no sign of the shapeshifter.

Jenaia shuddered at the idea that the creature was still out there somewhere and how he had used her body for his own twisted pleasures. It had been almost a month since that incident and she still had nightmares about it.

Oh please, you seemed to rather enjoy it.

She shook her head, the brief thought of enjoyment fading away as fast as it had come. She felt chill but shook it off. They watched the boat depart, leaving the three upon the shoreline. She turned to Masaji, who was assigned as leader of Delta team. He was a local of Tokyo like her, having worked in MHI for six years and it showed in his preparedness. He always carried extra magazines and up to two extra firearms in case things got dicey. To accommodate such a hefty load, the Japanese hunter constantly hit the gym six times a week to maintain his lean and toned physique. Jenaia had to admit that he was very attractive man for someone who was five years older than her.

 

He had a light complexion, with short black hair styled in an undercut, and deep brown eyes that seemed to see right through you. His muscular physique and toned abs further accentuated by the wet suit he was wearing, but it was not only his physical appearance that caught her eye. There was a certain calmness about him, a tranquility in his demeanor, which she found comforting. It was a much-needed change from the constant state of readiness and tension that came with being a Monster Hunter.

"We'll head north. Merrow prefer sheltering away from the sun , hence rocky coastlines with plenty of hiding spots." He explained, pointing towards the cliffs that loomed over them. "Stetson, you keep your eyes on the shoreline, Jenaia, eyes forward while I keep to the cliffs. Keep close. Call out on anything that moves, even if it's crab."

The Australian nodded. "Here's hoping for a trophy on this trip."

Jenaia hadn't worked with Stetson much since he mostly took assignments further north of Japan. Unlike she and Masaji, he was not a local, having moved to Japan recently with his family from Australia. Rumor had it that there was some Vampire that had a vendetta against him and vowed to kill him and his family . That was the only reason he gave as to why he had transferred to MHI's Japan District Branch. Though she had never worked with him before, she knew that he was respected among his peers due to his expertise of combat efficiency and tracking skills. She had heard he took on a nest of Fire Beetles all on his own, using just his side arm and a Bowie knife. Perhaps exaggerated but still an impressive display considering what she had heard of the deadly insects.

The three had begun their sweep of the island's coastline with nothing but the moon and their flashlights  as their guides. The dark waters of the Pacific Ocean lapped at the shore, and in the dimly lit environment, they could not be too cautious. The Merrows had a reputation for ambushing their prey from out of nowhere. Their mating calls fooled the eyes and ears due to their eerie similitude to those of humans. They drew unsuspecting prey only to strike when they least expected it. So far, nothing. No signs. No tracks. No calls. No smell.

Two radio calls later, there was still no trace of the Merrows or  any sea creatures for that matter. The only sounds they could hear were the crashing of the waves and the distant cries of the nocturnal birds.

 

"This is Alpha team," Donovan's voice sounded through their earpieces. "We got something. Looks like a body."

"Merrow attack?" Masaji radioed back.

"Stand by."

Minutes passed, causing Delta team to become restless as they waited but kept their eyes fixed on their surroundings.

"Affirmative. Looks like the same teeth grooves. Anything on your end?"

"Negative." Masaji responded. "We'll be sure to notify you if we do."

"Copy that."

Jenaia sighed, adjusting her grip of her rifle. "My feet are killing me." The mixture of sand and rocky terrain they had been traversing was an indicator that tourists rarely would come to relax here.

"I know." The young man winced as he showed his own discomfort. "But we have to keep going. Let's go."

The  young Hunter tried to keep her spirits high despite the looming dread of a Monster attack, the exhaustion from their long hike and the vivid memories of her encounter with the Doppelganger from a month ago. She shook her head, exhaling deeply, banishing such perverse thoughts from her consciousness. She redirected her focus on her surroundings, looking out for any signs of a Merrow.

 

A few minutes passed when their team lead spoke up. "Cave up ahead."

She and Stetson both turned to see him standing a few meters away, pointing to a dark spot on the cliffside. The moonlight reflected off of the rocky surface just enough to reveal a considerably sized opening in the rock formations. They each aimed their rifles, their mounted flashlights illuminating the dark cave with white light as they approached closer.

 

Holding her breath, Jenaia raised her rifle, turning the safety off with a satisfying click. Her fingers trembled slightly as the adrenaline coursed through her veins. There was no telling if this cave was filled with innocent marine life or a nest of bloodthirsty Merrow waiting to ambush them.

 

"Go slow." Masaji murmured, ushering the group to inch their way forward, their shoes sinking into small piles of sand.

 

The silence swallowed them whole, a palpable tension settling over them like a thick fog. They approached the entrance, shining their lights into the depths of darkness to reveal a horizontal descent  into the stony depths.

 

"This is Delta lead, we found a cave entrance." He whispered into the radio. The young man lightly sniffed the air and immediately expressed repulsiveness. "Smells horrible. No blood. No tracks."

There was a twenty second delay before the radio crackled again. "Copy that. Could be a natural ventilation duct to their nest." Donovan's voice echoed in their earpieces. "Approach cautiously. See if you can confirm anything on your end but do not engage if you can. What is your location?"

Stetson checked his military watch that displayed a steady green line, indicating GPS satellites connection as well as the latitude and longitude coordinates. "Coordinates are Latitude 21° 25 '40.54"N Longitude 157° 59' 38.98"W."

 

"Copy that. We will wrap up here and return to your location. Be careful Delta team."

Jenaia had a bad feeling about going into the cave without the others. More men to accompany them meant more guns and more chances of survival if things went south. Perhaps it was the stories her father cautioned her about or it could have been her traumatizing experience back in Scotland, but she just couldn’t shake off the horrible feeling in her chest. Regardless of her fears, she knew they had a job to do. It was a likelihood that Merrows took up residence on these islands and they had to be eradicated before someone else got killed. They began to enter the cave, with Masaji leading and Stetson taking the rear.

 

She took up the middle position, her senses on high alert as they descended deeper into the dark and damp cave. The smell of decay and saltwater grew stronger the further in they went, making her stomach churn. She kept her rifle trained in front of her, her finger ready to hover over the trigger at the first sign of danger. As they ventured deeper, Masaji suddenly stopped and raised his hand, signaling the others to halt. He pointed his flashlight towards the cave wall, revealing a series of strange markings etched into the stone. Jenaia stepped forward to examine them, recognizing many of the symbols as those used by cults for rituals and summoning anything related to the Old Ones, just like the Cult of the Blood Moon back in Singapore. A chill ran down her spine as the memory of her narrow escape flashed through her mind.

 

"Merrow cult." She muttered, her heart hammering inside her chest. "They must have dwelt here for generations."

 

Masaji nodded, looking around the cave with a more wary eye. "This place could be much more than a nest. We need to inform Alpha Team immediately."

 

The young hunter was about to agree when a sudden movement caught her eye. A shadowy figure emerged from the depths of the cave, causing her heart to skip a beat. She saw a clawed webbed hand raising upwards from the darkness to strike at her team leader. Then, there were the pair of yellow eyes. She gasped. Deep Ones!

"Contact!" She took aim and fired.

As the deafening shots rang through the tunnel, the Merrow cried out, its scaled body writhing in pain before it disappeared back into the shadows. Masaji turned quickly to his team as snarls of hostility began to echo all around them. They were coming.

"Get back to the cave entrance! Go go go!"

The young woman didn't even hesitate as she began to run and climb before he could finish his command. Her trained instincts told her to move, move now! And she did, digging her fingers and palms against the damp sand and stone as she began to ascend back towards the cave's entry point. More shots sounded behind her, with their lead cursing in Japanese as he was now in the rear. She feared he would be overwhelmed by the aquatic monsters and the thought of losing a comrade was something she didn't want to experience again if she could help it. She stopped, turning around to take aim with her rifle to see him firing upon a group of oncoming horrors. He grabbed the grenade launcher that was slung around his shoulder.

"Cover your ears!" He shouted.

She immediately complied, not bothering to check to see if Stetson followed in her footsteps. She witnessed the hunter take aim and shoot the grenade into the darkness. She widened her eyes to see the faint outlines of the Deep Ones prepare to ascend upon her fellow comrade. Suddenly, a massive blast of fire and wind filled the chamber, followed by horrific cries of pain from the aquatic beings. She grit her teeth as the cavern shook violently from the blast. She had hoped that  the grenade was enough to kill them all or send them retreating. She uncovered her eyes, gripping her rifle as she could still see movement. More of those yellow eyes reflected from their flashlights. How many of them were there?

"Masaji, go! I've got your six! Keep climbing!" Her voice boomed as she began to offer covering fire.

He grunted as he kicked one of them back before firing upon it with his firearm. Without a second thought, he turned towards her and ran. With both eyes open, she aligned her sights upon the vast movement of the terrifying creatures. Their yellow eyes made it easier to spot them within the dim ambiance of the cave. She squeezed the trigger, allowing one, two, then three bullets to tear through the masses of writhing fish-like bodies. The young man passed her, limping as it would appear that one of the Deep Ones latched onto his leg. He was leaving a blood trail. He grabbed her shoulder.

"Come on!"

"You're injured!" She called out as she fired. "Go, I'm right behind you!"

He seemed hesitant but  the relentless snarling and snapping of the Merrows caused him to surge forward, knowing they didn't have much time. As Jenaia continued to provide cover fire, she watched his silhouette ascend higher and higher until she could only see the glint from his eyes under the blinding beam of his flashlight. She knew she couldn't stay behind. With just a few more bullets left in her rifle, she sprinted towards the cave's exit, kicking up pebbles and small rocks as she went.

She approached Masaji and Stetson, closer and closer as they began to provide her cover fire. As she took a step closer to them, she felt the earth beneath her begin to sink and the rocks loosen. Her eyes widened as she suddenly felt her body sink and solid ground seemingly evaporate beneath her. One moment she could see her comrades look on in horror, the next was darkness. She was falling.

"Jenaia!"

Their voices echoed as she gave a horrified gasp, her limbs flailing in the darkness. A loud splash, and the sudden cold waters surrounded her. She felt a forceful jerk from a current

, pulling her under unexpectedly. The impact on her back stung, knocking the wind out of her lungs. Jenaia choked on saltwater as her throat protested, an automatic survival mechanism by her brain compelling her to gasp for breath. She tried to cough, but only managed to draw more water into her lungs, making it difficult to think. She clutched at the slick rock walls in desperation, her senses scrambling to make sense of what just happened.

 

As she kicked to find solid ground, her senses took over in a shock of sensations. She felt crushed by the weight of the water above her, pushing her down and filling every inch of space around her with cold. Visibility was nonexistent, as only darkness surrounded her. She struggled to cough, still filled with water-induced terror. She was helpless to fight the force of the rushing water. She was going to be buried here in these murky depths it would seem. Her body was giving in.  She felt her lungs getting tighter and tighter, her vision was starting to fade, and her body grew weaker.

She felt something. It grabbed her waist and began to pull her upwards, slowly but surely. She tucked and kicked, fighting to get to the surface. She managed to break through the chaos of bubbles and take a long gasping breath. Her body was shaking uncontrollably and her brain was struggling to understand what just happened. She floated there, coughing and sputtering and slowly regaining some semblance of control. She felt the figure's arm grip around her tightly and she instinctively clutched onto it with her hands.

As her eyes began to close, she began to notice the texture of her rescuer's arm. It was scaley, smooth and cold, much like the hide of a fish. She could hear a faint snarl, close to her ear and as her vision plunged into darkness from exhaustion, did she realize that the Merrow had her.

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Jenaia felt cold. Her eyes fluttered open as she could hear a collection of snarls and growls echoing loudly. She could see several webbed feet standing nearby as she came further out of her  delirium, each one drenched, reeking of seawater, with a sinister yellow glow dancing from each of their eyes. Merrows, these creatures were truly fearsome. Adrenaline and fear spiked within her, causing her to immediately sit up and take in her situation. She was surrounded, entirely by the Deep Ones, who all seemed anxious and eager as they observed her.

She reached for her pistol, holstered at her thigh only to realize it was missing. She gasped, staring down at the empty holster and wondering how she could have lost it. It was then that she noticed that all of her equipment was practically gone save for her wetsuit and belt. She looked around desperately to see if it was nearby, only to discover that not only was she surrounded by the many creatures, but that they were in a dimly lit chamber of some sort. There were a few torches that were lit as well as old candles upon the ground, nearby where she had laid.

The smell of fish and death lingered in the chamber, a grim reminder to the hunter that the creatures likely were involved in some sort of ritualistic sacrifice here. It was then that he noticed what she was laying upon. It was a circle of stone, impossibly smooth and perfectly crafted, with intricate patterns etched into them. Though the stone was clean of any traces of blood, she had no doubt that this was a location where many lives had perished at one point or another.

 

A low rumble emanated from the room as the Merrow gathered around her, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Jenaia froze as they stared at her, their mouths opening to reveal rows of sharp, pointed teeth. She knew that she was outmatched and outnumbered. She was likely going to be eaten or used as a sacrifice.

 

She watched as one of them approached , its webbed feet creating a gentle patter upon the stone floor. Its body moved with a grace that belied its sheer size, the scales sliding smoothly over one another. It bent down and locked its eyes upon hers, studying her as though to commit her visage to memory before its meal consumed it. She winced as she could smell its foul breath from here.  It spoke in a guttural language that Jenaia struggled to comprehend. Her mind was racing; she needed to escape and warn the team lead. The Merrow then tilted its head back and bellowed, a sound that echoed throughout the room and caused a small tremor. It horrified her, causing her to cower and scoot away slightly.

 

The other Merrows around the room suddenly became alert, their gazes locked on the one who had spoken. There was a moment of stillness, as if the entire room held its breath. Then, the other Merrows began to bow their heads gracefully, turning their gaze towards Jenaia. Before she could even question herself what was going on, the creature grabbed her wrists and pulled her to her feet. She yelped and struggled against it as its arms wrapped around her.

"Let go of me!" She cried out, fighting against its grip.

Its claws began to sink and tear at the fabric of her wetsuit, the scales scraping against her skin. She grit her teeth, with anger in her eyes she began to fight back, attempting to throw punches and kicks but the aquatic monster was stronger than it looked. In the midst of her resistance, she felt it's webbed hand cup and grip her ass as it forcibly pulled her closer to it. She cried out, terrified by what seemed to be a horrifying violation.

 

"Let me go! Stop it!" Her voice echoed in the chamber, but she knew that her pleas fell on deaf ears. The Merrow's gleaming eyes were filled with lust and hunger. Its grip tightened as it began to tug at her wetsuit, growling and grunting as if trying to pull the last bits of armor from her defenseless figure. Jenaia's eyes caught sight of a pink appendage emerging from between its legs , and realization dawned upon her. She was overcome with revulsion at the thought of an aquatic beast forcing themselves on her.

 

But her survival instinct took over as she twisted herself in its grip. With every ounce of strength she could muster, Jenaia stabbed her elbow into the Merrow's chest. It loosened its hold just enough, causing her to slip from grasp and land on the cold stone surface.

 

She scrambled to her feet, determined to get away from the fetid creature and whatever evil intentions its brethren harbored. It grabbed her arms, pulling her back up to her feet as it wrapped its arms around her and pressed its chest against her back. The hunter could feel the hardening member pressed against her ass as the Merrow sniffed her, its razor-sharp teeth just above her shoulder. She squirmed and tried to wrestle herself free of its grip, fear of the imminent violation and the monster's strength was preventing her from escaping. Its hands explored her chest , feeling her curves and undulations. It leaned down and opened its rubbery mouth, licking and slipping its tongue along her neck, leaving a slimy trail of saliva.

 

Just let go. There is no escaping from this.

 

Jenaia couldn't believe what her mind was suggesting. These creatures, how could they possibly have an interest in her in such a way? As natural as her resistances had been, they were short lived as her body suddenly began to become overwhelmed with feelings similar to how she felt with that Doppelganger. What was wrong with her? Her body was slowly beginning to relax and her instinctive revulsion began to melt away into a strange kind of acceptance. She felt the Merrow's scent envelop her, it was musty and fishy, yet its scent alone was enough to make her body tingle with desire. How could this be?

 

The Merrow's hand slipped under her wetsuit, slowly parting a way and touching her skin. Its cool scales sent shivers down her spine, it then gently started to cup her breast, teasing her nipple through the fabric of her swimsuit.

 

Jenaia gasped as a feeling of pleasure began bubbling up within her, she was surprised at how in spite of the situation she was in, she was enjoying this. She inhaled sharply as her breast and nipple became increasingly sensitive from the aquatic creature's cool touch . The Merrow's other hand continued to trace patterns down her chest, causing her to shiver from a combination of the cold and the growing warmth within her core. She bit her lip as a wave of heat flooded over her, spreading to every inch of her skin.

 

Her body betrayed her instinctive resistance to the Merrow, her nipples becoming erect and visible through her tight swimsuit, as if begging for his touch to be reapplied. A whimper escaped her lips, as she rotated her hips against the large appendage pressing against her buttocks.

 

Is this not so much better? Relax. Enjoy this.

 

She shouldn't be enjoying this. She shouldn't be giving in. But the Merrow was strong, and it felt good to let go. Jenaia closed her eyes, her body's natural responses taking over. She arched her back, pressing her ass into its groin. The Merrow growled in pleasure and began kneading her breasts with greater urgency, pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her wetsuit. She felt helpless under its grasp and yet, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal. The other creatures stared on with anticipation and she knew that she was being eyed as a prize. With a shower of sparks and a ripple in the air, a group of Merrows looked on towards her. They encircled her, each one bearing fangs and scales glistening in the dim light. The hunter knew that one by one...she was going to have to satisfy all of them.

 

Spoiler

 

Edited August 3, 2024 by Sultry Sabria

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***UPDATE***

First, the good news. I have a brand new desktop that will not only run Sims 4 smoothly, but it should also handle many of my other projects that are currently in the works. It costed me an arm and a leg but it will be worth it in the end. The bad news however, is that all of my old files and saves are being rather difficult when it comes to transferring over, meaning they are refusing to successfully transfer like they should. I have a few options, one that will hopefully work while the other is gonna suck but may pay off in the end. I made my old Sims file into a Zip folder and uploaded it to my Drive. I'm praying that it will successfully download with no complications. If that doesn't work, I plan to get on my old laptop and save all of my Sims to my account so I can easily get access to them. I would likely have to seek out and redownload EVERYTHING if I go with this option, which is something I would most definitely not look forward to.

If all else fails, I'll simply have to submit the Picture sets that I have completed and start fresh on either remaking the models as closely as I can, or simply start brand new stories with new characters. I'm hoping for the best but expecting the worse when it comes to all of this. The last thing I wanna do is discontinue a project simply because things didn't go the way I wanted them to. Fingers crossed the results will be good!

Expect a Picture set sometime between Saturday and Monday. I had some unexpected things come up which limits my time to writing.

 

Edited August 9, 2024 by Sultry Sabria

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***UPDATE***
 

The transfer was a success! I'm going to be toying around with some settings and adding a few more mods that will help in categorizing all of the custom content I have. Hopefully then, I'll always be able to find everything I need. I also tested out the files to make certain that nothing was corrupted. It all looks fine so far. The only complications I came across was in game where it seems like the game takes a moment to figure out what I want it to do. I'll tolerate it for now. In the mean time, I have some picture sets I wanna work on. See you soon everyone!

Edited August 11, 2024 by Sultry Sabria

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⭐PICTURE SET!!!⭐

 

I wrote this story faster than I thought. Once I got started, I couldn't stop. I feel like the character I have the most passion for is Jessi, considering she is one of my favorite characters I created long before I started doing these picture sets on Sims 4. Honestly, if I didn't have any of these other female protagonists and had more Star Wars themed CC to work with, I would simply dedicate all of my sets and stories to Jessi. I have the most fun writing and creating these scenes. Once again, it's making me want to go back to SWTOR. We'll see about that in the future. For now, I'll keep doing what I'm doing.

I honestly do not care for the Journey to Batuu Expansion. In fact, it's one of my least favorite additions to the game. Not only does it focus on a sequel trilogy that was so messy and poorly written that I couldn't give a shit about, but it shows the greed and disrespect EA has towards the Sims fanbase. One of the few things I do like about this little expansion was the usage of Star Wars Aliens in the game. Now, was it minimal effort? Yes, which sucks. That's just what EA does sometimes. Thankfully, there are modders in the community that can make everything better and more creative. You can find some of Mooncatcher's work for the alien skin of the Abednedo as well as the Bith here. Also, check out some of the other work. It's pretty good stuff.

I'm so pleased that I can continue making these sets for those who take an interest in it. Don't be shy to reach out on PM or here on the forum. If you have either a female Sim or a Monster of your own creation you would like to see in a future post, feel free to message me. Okay my lovelies, I'll see you next time.

 

"Play My Game"

By Sultry Sabria
 

Spoiler

Rishii, a planet that was notorious for being littered with Smugglers, Pirates and criminals. If she and Master Tiik had any chance in finding the Senator's daughter, they were going to need help. The Republic preferred to keep their affairs outside of the Outer Rim and any additional Jedi would have likely drawn unwanted attention. No, she and her Master were on their own. They would have to come up with their own support.

"Any leads?" Jessi asked, as she watched her Trandoshan Master approach with his cloak draped over his massive shoulders and his hood over his head. She had been waiting outside of the rundown shipyard while he inquired about any illegal slave trades in the area or whisperings of a captured woman of high stature. By the look on his face, it would seem they were as blind to this task as they had been when they first accepted it.

"None." He cast his eyes to the market several yards away. "There many places they could have docked on this planet. Finding them will be like trying to find a diamond in the Dune Sea."

The Padawan frowned slightly, wanting to find hope in their task, but knew that the challenge was quite daunting. Still, they had the force. Though in most cases, the power of the force wouldn't simply point them in the right direction or reveal the exact location of their quarry. In this case, they would have to be patient and listen to any promptings and stirs within them.

"I'm confident we will find her, Master." She pulled her hood from her cloak back from her head and revealed her short blond hair and youthful face. "We have worked through worse with less. At least we had a destination."

"There is a chance Rishii is merely a pit stop or a transitional waypoint for the kidnappers." The Trandoshan snarled quietly. She could tell he was rather agitated by the current situation. From what she understood, his father was a Slaver and had made plans to have Naga undergo their initiation rites before he was found by the Jedi. "Still, whether they are here or not, we should be on the lookout for anything suspicious. Trust in the force."

"Of course." She nodded. She took a moment to re-inspect their surroundings. While she had been waiting for Naga to come back, all she could do was watch and observe the passing individuals, many of which gave her long hard stares back at her. She could sense that many of the populace did not trust so easily. "It will not be easy."

"No. Which is why we must be patient." Naga stared at her. "Do not let your emotions cloud your judgment. Be smart when searching this territory and do not trust so easily of those around you." He paused, glancing once more at the market. "The scum here will sooner gouge out your eyes and offer you their cybernetics than help you."

She wasn't certain, but he made it sound like he was passively suggesting that they should split up. An idea she was not too fond of.

"Wait, you are suggesting that we split up?"

"To cover more ground." Her Master answered. "We have little choice. As patient as we must be in our search, time is of the essence. The longer we take to find her, the more risk there is that the Senator's daughter might be sold off to the highest bidder or be taken even further away from Rishii. We can't let that happen, not on our watch."
 

Jessi nodded solemnly, contemplating his words. "Alright, I understand. We need to move fast and efficiently." She sighed a little and bit her lower lip. "I don't like the idea of splitting up, though."
 

Her Master huffed with a slight shake of his head. "It's not my first choice either. But I trust in your abilities, young Padawan. You have a way with words and a presence that has not gone unnoticed, even by the Council."

The young Padawan clenched her jaw to fight off the blushing that crept up her cheeks. She didn't think anything she did was all that special but to hear such praise and respect from her Master, it made her heart swell. Vocal compliments were few and far between from him, but there were other ways he showed his appreciation and admiration.

"As you say." She bowed her head respectfully towards him but she immediately felt his scaled fingers lift her chin to face him, causing her to now fully blush before she even realized it.
 

Naga wasn't a Jedi who easily expressed his emotions but ever since the beginning of their secret affair three years ago, she had discovered him being more expressive of his feelings through touch and intimacy. She thought it was both endearing and amusing, finding that the Trandoshan, a species typically untrustworthy and dangerous, was softer and more vulnerable than what anyone would have ever expected.

"Contact me if you find or hear anything." He rubbed her cheek gently with his thumb, the rough scaled skin brushing against her softer surface that caused a slight tickling sensation to her. "Report back here within three hours. Be careful."

"I will, Master."

With another reassuring stroke on her cheek, the reptilian Jedi Master pulled away and began to make his way north of the marketplace. "May the force be with you."

"And with you." She replied. She watched him every step of the way until she couldn't see him any longer. She sighed before turning the opposite direction, looking at the bustling pathway into the seedier part of the Marketplace.

 

It was going to be hard to keep her eyes peeled between every nook and cranny but she had learned, especially from being Master Tiik's Padawan, to trust in the force. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, recollecting her thoughts and feelings. She could sense her emotions running rampant, from excitement to nervousness, but with every breath she took, those emotions slowly faded away. A calm presence enveloped her.

 

She kept a careful pace, making certain that she looked out for any suspicious characters or activities. The market was vibrant in a less than conventional way. Patches of neon signs flashed in the dim light and the crowd thrummed with energy. People talked loudly over a medley of blaring music and haggling over smuggled or stolen goods. A few groups of people appeared to be drunk under the drug of choice. She recognized one of the herbs as Iruxi Milk, a plant native to the planet Ithor, and it made her nose tingle from its sickly-sweet yet offensive smell. It was an herb that the Ithorians outlawed from Galactic trade due to its usage as a date-rape drug.

She didn't bother keeping track of the time, knowing that her Master will contact her if they overstayed their welcome here. She passed by many colorful personalities along the way. At one point, she was admired by what she could only guess were Bounty Hunters, likely checking their datapads to see if there was a bounty on her. One Gamorrean tried to recruit her as a stripper near a seedy establishment. She questioned a few shop and stall owners, hoping that their perceptive gaze for customers caught sight of their person of interest. No luck to be found so far. The sun was high in the cloudless sky and the heat and humidity was starting to get to her.

 

Impacting her concentration, Jessi quickly focused on the force instead, shifting her senses as she inhaled deeply, her nose wrinkling. She smelt alcohol, the apparent indication of a cantina nearby. There was a part of her that wanted to keep going and to avoid the densely populated area, concerned that her presence and questioning would draw unwanted attention. However, she felt a compelling  push from the Force guiding her towards the Cantina. She didn't know what she hoped to achieve by entering the establishment, but she trusted in the guidance of the Force.

 

Walking in, Jessi spotted Rishii locals sitting at the bar and flanked the walls. The bartender was an Aqualish, who seemed to be doing his job with little to no interaction with the patrons. She took in the view, noticing right away that she, besides some of the dancers, was the only female presence among a plethora of alien beings and gamblers. Despite her uneasiness, the young Padawan moved forward, towards the bar, knowing that it was vital not to stand out more than she already did.

 

"Greetings, young traveler." The Aqualish bartender addressed her with the aid of a translator strapped to his neck. He wiped down a cup as he stared at her with his black eyes. "What can I offer you at this humble Cantina?"

Despite her uneasiness of entering here, she was quite impressed with the bartender's politeness. She chose not to sit, intending to not linger here longer than she needed to.

"Actually, I am looking for someone. Any information would be most appreciated." She flashed a smile as charming as she knew how, pulling out of her pouch a small handful of credits and placing them on the counter. "Human girl, in her teens, someone of great importance. She was abducted in the Teraab Sector near Ruusan." She leaned in to emphasize the seriousness and urgency.

 

The bartender paused a moment before raising a brow to look at her, then placed the credits into a deposit slot near the cash register. "A human?" His generated voice sounded disinterested which matched his body language. "Too many humans here on Rishii. Can't help you."

Frowning heavily, the Padawan was now short on credits and lacking any leads. She sighed, preparing to depart the cantina with nothing more to show for her time.

"This dame have jewels in her hair?"

The young Padawan stopped and turned her gaze. There, not far from where she stood when speaking with the bartender was a Nautolan, leaning against the surface of the bar with a drink in hand. He took a long sip, his dark eyes not leaving her.  She stared him down, noticing his confident  demeanor and how he wasn't bothered by the tension that Jessi held in her body. She slowly approached him, trying her best to not draw any unwanted attention.

 

"Jewels in her hair," she repeated, curious about his choice of words. "Maybe. It's possible. Can you describe it more specifically?"
 

The Nautolan tilted his head as he studied her with a sly smirk. "Not much for me to tell, Jedi. She was young, looked fragile and luxurious." He pointed to his head, his tendrils hanging loosely. "Hand these rings all throughout what you humans call hair. Pretty peculiar if you ask me."

His description was enough for Jessi to concur that it must be Senator Dolzar's daughter. This individual must have been the reason she was compelled by the force to enter this cantina. She stepped closer, resting her arms and shoulders on the bar to appear casual when she spoke.

"It sounds like who I'm looking for." She shifted her gaze towards his direction but not entirely focused on him. "Where and when did you see her?"

He took another sip. "You're a Jedi. Haven't come across one of your kind for a couple years now." He stated in a dismissive but not overly hostile tone. "Come to bring justice upon some of the criminals here?"

She furrowed her brows as he had ignored her question. "You're wasting my time. I'm not here to play games."

"Sometimes, playing games is the only method to get what you want." He leaned in and he spoke in a more hushed tone. "Answer my questions, and I'll answer yours. Amuse me." He smirked playfully and winked at her.  She locked eyes with him, the lack of irises were slightly unsettling, yet there was a charm in his tone and expression and immediately formed an amused smile to her lips.

"Very well." She paused as she pondered his question. "I am simply here to rescue a young girl who is likely scared and out of her element. If I must deal out justice to those who had taken her, then so be it."

He gave her a nod. "I respect that."

"Now, where and when did you see her?"

He took one final swig of his beverage before slamming the empty glass loudly onto the bar. He sighed and tapped on the wooden surface with his finger. "Blanto, another please." He looked back at her. "Can't tell you I'm afraid. It's an underground market run by the Exchange and Blight Cartel. I'm not willing to make any enemies right now."

"A young woman's life is at risk." She persisted softly.

"And I like to keep my head on my neck." He shrugged. "Sorry, Jedi. That's my answer." They both watched the bartender fill up his glass with what looked like some type of local rum. "Are you a Jedi Knight?"

"Still a Padawan." She stated bluntly, not liking the idea of revealing sensitive and personal information about herself. "So, you think of nobody but yourself?"

He grabbed his glass and took a sip. "Hey, it kept me alive for this long."

"Awfully selfish of you, don't you think?"

"You already asked me a question. I answered." He chuckled. "Where do you come from, cutie?"

Cutie? Jessi wasn't sure whether to be flattered or insulted. She didn't like this game, not when there was a life that could be lost or worse, thrown into the hell that was slavery, especially if it was in the hands of those who would take advantage of her youth and beauty. She decided to answer his question anyway.

"My Home planet is Zakuul but I was trained on Tython."
 

She attempted to clear her mind of any annoyance and replace it with tolerance. If this individual could indeed help her to locate the young woman, then she  would need to remain focused on their conversation rather than take offense. Clearly, this person was trying to flirt with her, and possibly even make things challenging and complicated on purpose in order to try and seduce her which meant she needed to be on her guard. Jessi leaned back and folded her arms over her chest with her wrist, a position she knew would hide her blushing from the Nautolan.
 

"So, you're telling me that you can't share the location of where you saw her. I suppose we can part ways, then."

He shrugged. "I suppose we could." He took another sip. "But, you could ask me the right questions."
 

Raising a brow, the young Jedi kept her arms folded and considered what he was saying. As she looked into his eyes, she could read a semblance of care and  concern behind the mischievous grin that dominated his features. And, he had a point; she had to be more strategic in her questions if she wanted him to reveal the information she required.
 

"Very well." She said softly, forming a soft smile. "I am Jessi Arklander. And you are?"

She watched him form a suave and yet excited smile, his teeth showing briefly in the dim light of the Cantina. "Salo Tannim, Lead Pilot of the Red Raptor."

Bowing her head in respect, the young Padawan now felt like she was getting somewhere, having broken down the defensive boundary the Nautolan had made apparent.

"A pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine." He stated before taking another sip from his drink. "Care for a drink?"

"No thank you. I'm on business."
 

He nodded with a smile. "So, you killed anyone with that lightsaber of yours?"

She shook her head. "You already asked me a question. I answered."

Looking both surprised and impressed, the Nautolan leaned back against the bar and took a good look at her, his black eyes studying her from head to toe. "You're not like the other Jedi I've met, Padawan Jessi Arklander."He then took another sip of his drink before continuing. "They're usually too busy swinging their lightsabers and acting high and mighty. You, on the other hand, you're different." He laughed softly. "But enough with the pleasantries." He motioned for her to proceed with her question.

She was flattered but her focus was on finding out where Senator Tabon Dolzar's daughter was. "Do you know where they are holding her?" She leaned in closer, hoping to keep the conversation private in case of prying ears. On a planet like Rishii, one couldn't be too careful.

He contemplated the question for a moment. "I have an idea." He shrugged. "Can't say for certain." He took another gulp of his rum. "Hmmm... I'll ask a different question. First time here in Rishii?"

His questions were simple, not that she was complaining. If anything, it was making what truly mattered easier to focus on.

"Yes. The ship we were tracking landed somewhere in this area." She hoped the next question would provide her with enough detail to narrow down potential locations. She kept her voice low, wanting to maintain the integrity of the conversation. "Okay, you can't tell me where she is located. Can you show me?"

"Nope."

She wanted to groan but held it in.

"You like being a Jedi?"

"Yes."

"Aww, come on." He chuckled. "Give me a little more than that."

She wanted to roll her eyes at him but the way he smirked at her made her smile, finding a bit of amusement amidst her mission . He seemed like he was genuinely enjoying their interaction, even if it annoyed her to some degree. Still, she decided it was best to disclose more.
 

"Being a Jedi is a great honor and responsibility. And I enjoy helping people and making a difference, no matter how small." Clearly satisfied with her response, the Nautolan stared at her for a little longer.
 

"I admire that, Jessi." He then took another sip of his drink, leaving just the tiniest bit behind. "Your question."

She carefully considered her next words, trying to come up with both an engaging question and a solution. She could only do this for so long. She was getting a bit restless and the last thing she wanted was to have her guard down and appear weak in front of the man who may hold the solution.

"Do you have any plans to return to where she is being held?"

He almost seemed taken back by her words, shifting  his weight against the bar before taking a final gulp of his drink and wiping his mouth. "Well, yes but that won't happen for another two weeks. You see, I'm a smuggler. I make uh, special deliveries there. They pay me. I don't ask questions."
 

A small ray of hope sparked in her. "Please, would you reconsider? I'm sure there's a reward for information leading to her rescue."
 

Salo's eyes seemed to brighten at the idea of a reward. "Technically, you already asked a question." He smiled. "But I like you." He paused, staring at her. "And I like the idea of there being a reward."

"Reward? For what?" A gruff voice sounded beside the smuggler.

The Padawan looked over his shoulder to see an Abednedo beside him, a species that was not regularly sighted beyond the Colonies region. His dark tan skin had faint pigmentation of gray, likely an indication of age. His elongated head and fleshy nose slits were some of the notable highlights of his species, otherwise they appeared fairly humanoid.

The green skinned Nautolan turned and sighed, as if he had forgotten of the other alien's existence. "I'm in the middle of something, Hamuul."

The one known as Hamuul inspected her with his beady eyes. "A Jedi?" He suddenly grabbed his comrade's shoulder, rather aggressively. "We shouldn't be talking to her."

"Relax. I know what I'm doing." She watched Salo take the invasive hand and force him off his shoulder. "Besides, The exchange screwed us over on the last shipment. I won't be shedding any tears if a Jedi just so happened to come across their business and mess things up for them. All it will do is provide more opportunity and we can charge them double to make up the losses they made."

He looked her over and shook his head. "It's too risky. Don't tell her a kriffing thing."

"I won't be." Jessi watched the tendrilled head of Salo turn and smile at her. "But if she asks the right question, perhaps she can...discover the location."

Jessi stared at him as the hint he offered her slowly sank in. With a confident stance, she looked to the two smugglers as she pulled out a tracker from her pouch. "If I were to...place this on your person, would you be willing to return to where she is being held?"

He smiled. "Certainly, but you would have to do it while I'm being distracted." He winked.

She couldn't help but smile. "I appreciate your willingness Mr. Tannim, but time is of the essence to rescue this girl."

He shook his head. "You can relax, Jedi. Their auction of black market goods and trade doesn't even begin until tomorrow evening. We have time."

She didn't like the idea of the young girl being stuck in a cage any longer than she had to, still it was comforting to know that they had time to plan and plenty to spare afterwards.

"I don't like this." Hamuul muttered. "If the Exchange or the Blight Cartel get word that-"

 

"They won't." Salo interjected. "I spent two hundred credits on a differentiator code. I'll rig the tracker to one of their commlinks with ease. No one will be able to trace it back to us. Simple."

"It's still risky." He protested. "Sometimes it's the simplest of plans that are doomed to fail."

"Maybe." The suave Smuggler stated before turning his sights back to the young Jedi. "But if the reward is worth it, I'll do it."

Both of the Smugglers looked at her, expecting a response on what it was that she had to offer. She already gave away some of her credits to the Bartender, leaving her short. She was certain the Jedi could somehow compensate appropriately, but that would require her to return to Tython after the Senator's daughter was secured, and they seemed to look at her expecting a more immediate reimbursement.
 

"Oh, yes. I'm sure I can make it worth your while." she responded, taming her worry as she kept a charmed smile on her face.
 

She watched as the Abednedo, Hamuul, turned away after he heard her, not seeming to like the idea of any of this or feeling convinced that she could provide a big enough reward to perform such a risky endeavor. Clearly, the two smugglers did not see eye to eye and somehow, the young Jedi could understand why. In truth, this path seemed dangerous, and she understood that taking such a risk with these questionable individuals might not be the brightest decision she had made in her life, but so far, the force had not prompted her to walk away from this. Quite the opposite in fact. She had a good feeling about this and felt confident that this exchange the very next day would lead her to the Senator's daughter. This left one question remaining: what would be a fair compensation for their assistance?

 

Jessi carefully considered her options. She had very little. She noticed Sola's eyes fixated on her. It was clear he had an attraction towards her but she had chosen to shrug off his advances, instead putting her attention back on her task at hand. Now that she knew there was time to spare, she was now more aware than ever of his gaze lingering on her.

The idea settled in her mind, looking at the two smugglers and wondering if it was something they would be interested in. She had to consider both of them since the two worked together and to eliminate the potential risk of Hamuul telling anyone in fear of consequence or simply out of spite, she would need the consent of both. With the time she had available, she started to weigh in on the pros and cons of the plan.

 

Turning her attention to Salo once again, she reached a conclusion on what could be beneficial for both parties. Taking a deep breath to present her proposition as nicely as she could, she tried to stand tall and radiant under the dim lights of the cantina.

 

"The reward...is me." Jessi stated softly.

Salo's black eyes widened and Hamuul suddenly turned to look back at her, wondering if she said what he thought she said.

Even the Padawan was taken back by what she had stated, but the force not only urged her to suggest such an idea, but seemed to confirm  the potential success it could lead to if both of the smugglers agreed.

 

Hamuul leaned in closer, examining her with his dark beady eyes. "You mean to offer up your virtues on a platter to two strangers who haven't earned the right to drive a butter knife through your tender rump?"

 

She didn't know what that all meant, but she maintained her stance and confident expression. "You heard my offer." The young Jedi replied sternly, her grip on the bar tensing as she held back a retort. Her vow of celibacy within the Jedi Order had been a voluntary one, and had been broken the day she first offered her young body to her Master. Since then, she had cultivated the understanding that her body was an auxiliary tool at her disposal, as much as her lightsaber or her diplomatic abilities. Now was a good time as any to use this natural tool of hers.

 

Despite Hamuul's colorful words, Jessi could see a spark of attraction ignite just behind his beady eyes. She maintained her confident demeanor and held his gaze as she spoke her intentions clearly. "Yes, I am offering myself in exchange for your cooperation."

 

Salo, too, seemed to be suppressing his excitement at this development, but the other remained skeptical. "You expect us to believe that a Jedi as young and beautiful as yourself would just give yourself away to two strangers?" He squinted at her. "Are you sure you're not just some prostitute doing a bit of roleplay?"

She understood his skepticism but it still stung to hear it. Without thinking, she reached out with the force and lifted the empty cup Salo drank from and tossed it towards the doubting smuggler. His eyes tracked the trajectory of the cup and he caught it mid-flight with ease. He blinked, taken back as he now realized that she was indeed a Jedi, if the lightsaber and robes weren't enough.

 

He stammered. "I uh...I-I...I'm speechless." He set the cup down.

 

Salo seemed utterly impressed, if not completely smitten by the young Jedi and softened his expression. "Alright, Jedi. I agree. Hamuul?" He directed the question to the Abednedo who was still taken back by the display of the young Jedi's abilities.

"Uh..." The alien stared at both his comrade and Jedi Padawan. "I mean, If the Jedi can hold up her end of the deal, I'm all for it."

Jessi was both relieved and intrigued by Hamuul's acceptance. For her, this would be the first time to not only be with someone beyond her Master's companionship but also to be with two partners at once. But with the risk and potential outcomes in mind, she resolved herself to move forward with this agreement. With both smugglers consenting, the trio began to make preparations by speaking with the bartender in order to rent out one of the private rooms.

 

 

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Edited August 11, 2024 by Sultry Sabria

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Hey everyone. The next picture set is going through some edits which is taking longer than I had planned and I have a family emergency that I am in the process of getting ready to travel for. I wanted to submit it tomorrow or the following day but it looks as though it will likely happen after we get back. Still, I didn't want to take off without providing you all with a little something. I was not certain what I was going to post here until I started driving back home from work. Now that I have my packing done and a few hours to kill before the flight takes off, I figured I would share with you a small 20 Q&A regarding me in real life. I had a small number of you reach out to me on private messages and I would like to thank you for the kind words and questions you had for me. I wasn't able to answer all of them due to time and my personal struggles with responding. However, I have collected a few of these unanswered questions and thought to share my answers here.

Q&A with Sabria

Are you a gamer? - In a way, yes. I don’t play as much as I used to but outside of creative scenes I make on Sims 4, I have played World of Warcraft, Star Wars the Old Republic, Hunt, Diablo 3, Project Zomboid, Dungeons and Dragons, Board Games, Card Games and a few others when family comes over. And no, I will not be sharing my usernames or accounts so don’t bother asking.

Do you have an Onlyfans or a live stream? - Absolutely not. I refrain from showing my face online for personal reasons. My Sim Avatar is the closest you will get to seeing what I really look like.

How old are you? - I’m not elderly but I’m not getting any younger either. I’ll at least say I’m middle aged.

What was your first sexual experience that got you into Monster Erotica? - It was actually a dream, believe it or not. I had a dream I was being chased throughout my house by this shadowy apparition with horns and glowing red eyes. I don’t remember every single detail of the dream but it ended up being pretty naughty. Following that up, I had a huge crush on Garrus Vakarian from Mass Effect when I watched a former boyfriend play. I was so delighted when I got to play my first time and I immediately romanced him in the second game. I would definitely say those are the first instances where I started diving into reading Monster Erotica and writing.

Besides Monster Porn, what are some of your other kinks? - I’m pretty vanilla beyond the lens of Monster Erotica but I like to try and apply other kinks into my stories. I’ve done taboo subjects like Necrophilia, Bestiality, bondage, and incest. I won’t get personal on what freaky shit I’m into in bed because that’s just plain creepy that you would want to know that.

Are you single? - Nope. Happily married.

What is your sexual orientation? - I personally don’t understand the obsession of one wanting to know another’s person’s sexual preference. For me, it’s invasive and rather creepy. Still, if you must know, I am heterosexual. I will admit I do have some attraction for women but mostly in an artistic fashion. I find the female body to be beautiful and not necessarily in a lustful manner.

Can I follow your profile? - I don’t see why not. What’s stopping you? My permission? Go ahead and follow me!

Do you take any requests or commissions? - Yes, although they will be limited. I’m not going to exceed 10 images in a scene and I will not write a story around it. Feel free to message me a folder with your sim and the mods contained inside.

Can you share the mods that you use? - I’m working on finding a way to share my creations with all of you. I may know a few things here and there when it comes to computers, but I’m no wizard. I’m contemplating sharing the entirety of my folder with everyone if that’s what will make it easy. I just can’t guarantee all of it will work for you. I’ll keep you updated.

 

What is it about Monsters that turns you on? - Honestly, it’s really hard to describe so I’ll keep it simple. It’s everything from the strange and unusual to the feral and horror themes. I love the exotic and otherworldly senses it brings to my mind and to imagine a monstrous lover taking me, whether in a dominating manner or in a consensual tenderness. It really gets me going.

Can I see a picture of you? - No. I will say once again, my Sim Avatar is the closest you will get to seeing what I really look like. You’re going to have to deal with it.

Where are you from? - The USA.

Are there any plans to make scenes outside of Monster Erotica? - At the moment, no. However, I will not rule that out as a possibility for a future project.

 

On average, how long do these picture sets and stories take you? - It depends on the scene. If I’m dealing with 2-3 people, it can easily take a couple of hours. If there are more than 4, it can take multiple hours. Choosing the best positions and angles is not as easy as it looks. As for the stories, I mostly kind of write as I go and some of them could take anywhere from an hour to days if I’m mentally drained.

When will we see Vampires and Werewolves in these Picture sets? - Soon. Just be patient.

 

Do you have a thing for Robots? - I mean, sorta, yeah. I know they are not technically monsters but I still consider them strange and unusual and that is enough for me.

 

Do you have a Discord? - Yes but right now, I am not willing to share that. Ask me nicely and I may consider it. No promises.

 

Do you masturbate while writing and creating these scenes? - Maybe.

What are your plans for the future with creating these sets? - I don’t know. I wasn’t really planning on making this a big thing for me or for anyone. For all we know, I may grow tired of doing these, get too busy with my family or get hit by a car one day. Anything can happen. I don’t think I have a clear answer for that one. For now, I am happy to create these at a pace that best suits me.


I Hope you enjoyed this little Q&A. I'll get to posting the new picture set as soon as I return home. Until then my sweets, see you later. 🥰

Edited August 15, 2024 by Sultry Sabria

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⭐PICTURE SET!!!⭐

 

I'm back. The travel was tedious but well worth it as I got to see family and spend time with them. Now that I am back, I can now share with you this new picture set. The story for Ellie is a challenge because I seriously have no idea what to really do with what direction this goes. I might keep everything strictly in one location and produce new monsters for her to get fucked by. I still don't want to rule anything out though, as I'm sure I could come up with something compelling and wild. I was surprised how incredibly short this story was when I finished it. I mean, I'm okay with it because sometimes less is more. I just don't want any of you to feel robbed of context and thrills if these stories are doing anything for you. Please, feedback and ideas are appreciated.

As for the scene, I really did enjoy creating the Monsters as much as I did creating the scene. It's one of the longest ones I have made and for good reason. The animations were perfect to display Ellie's passion for this unnatural fuck fest. I'm so in love with her model. Fun fact, I was torn between her current model and another one. I loved them both so much that I decided to make the second option Brooke. Will I be using Brooke in the future? Who knows? I haven't really decided yet. What kept me continuing this story of Ellie was the fact that some of you have messaged to inform me how much you enjoyed the last picture set with her and the two monsters, Charles and Phillip. While this story is not one I am personally passionate for, I still want to please the audience and give them what they love. That is enough for me to continue this.

I had one viewer message and tell me that Charles and Phillip are not good Monster names. And what, Mike Wozowski and James Sullivan are great Monster names? Just following it close to the source material as I can. That's all. Anyways, enjoy the story and enjoy the picture set.
 

"Secrets"

By Sultry Sabria

 

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"What's been on your mind, girlfriend?"

Ellie snapped out of her daze and turned to Brooke, who was sitting next to her on the couch, eyes sparkling with curiosity. The young woman now realized that a good portion of the movie had been glossed over and she had no idea what was transpiring in the story. She adjusted her seating upon the couch.

"Seriously, you were staring at the coffee table for well over five minutes." Brooke announced with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "And don't deny it. I counted."

Ellie laughed nervously, unsure of what to say or do next. Time had passed since she had sexually engaged with the two monsters and since then, there had been no revisits or signs of their return. Telling Brooke of the events from a few nights ago would likely cause her to think she had lost her mind, something she would much rather avoid. So instead, she smiled tightly and remained silent.

"Sorry, I'm just tired from work." Ellie responded. It wasn't a lie, not really. Work was especially busy with Valentine's Day approaching in just three days. One other thing did weigh heavily on her mind: Brooke had a date that night and she didn't. It did upset her but she also didn't wish to bring up that topic in fear she would cause offense or awkwardness. "Honest."

Brooke grabbed the remote and paused the film. "Bullshit. Spill it, girl." She fixed her with a hard stare and a raised eyebrow. "Something is on your mind. You hardly spoke these past few days, I barely see you eat and most times I look at you, you seem to be staring off in a daze. Obviously it's something that is bothering you."

She wasn't wrong. It had been nearly a week since her encounter with Charles and his Scare Assistant, Phillip. To this moment, she couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Monsters were real and that she had sex with two of them. It scared and thrilled her in a way that reminded her of going on a Roller Coaster. She continuously drifted into deep thought about how they felt inside of her and how their sizes and girths were unlike any other cock or dildo  she'd had before. It was always on her mind, causing her to blush and squirm whenever she recalled the memories.

 

During her first encounter with Charles, Phillip had interrupted them to find out what was taking his work partner so long in scaring a child. Though he was shocked and speechless at first to see his comrade sexually engaging with a female human, her vocal willingness to involve a third party in their intimate encounter caused a horniness to flare within him. His willingness grew, and he ultimately discarded any professional duties he had, replacing it with a sudden, fierce lust for Ellie. He, too, possessed an impressive sheath and a muscular frame, and he lost all inhibitions when it came to expressing his sexuality to a human female, a very taboo engagement as the Monster had made clearly. 

They left her that night, exhausted and filled with their spunk in both of her holes. She could vaguely recall some banter between the two, debating on whether to "save her door" for some form of profit. She drifted off to sleep soon after. When she awoke in the morning, she was convinced it wasn't a dream when remnants of their seed leaked out of her, making her blush with the memories of the night before.

But she couldn't tell her roommate any of that. Not yet, at least. But what could she say? She needed a plausible excuse.

"It's just that..." She tried to think of something that wouldn't tie in with the sexual occurrence with the monsters, a challenge considering she rarely hid anything from her friend. And with that, she felt it was best to bring up what also was pressing her mind. "I...I still don't have a date for Valentine's Day." She allowed the words to linger before speaking again, this time with a fresh slice of disappointment slicing through her voice. "Here you are, still going strong with Kyle, reserved a fancy dinner and an overnight stay at a B&B for both of you, and like, I on the other hand, am here...Alone."

 

Broke frowned, wrapping her arm around her friend and giving her a gentle squeeze. "Oh Ellie, it's just one day. It doesn't have to mean anything." She reminded her. "There will be other opportunities and dates. Trust me."

 

Ellie sighed heavily, sinking into her friend's embrace. The feelings that surfaced during her previous conversation with Brooke resurfaced and she quietly contemplated the possibility of telling her. A part of her yearned to share the incredible experience with someone, but another part of her worried that no one would believe her. Besides, who would ever believe that there were such creatures like Charles and Phillip? Real monsters, who walked and talked like humans, yet were so much more otherworldly and fascinating. They excited her in ways she never thought possible, satisfying a hunger deep within her that no one else could. And it was the lacking void of those emotions that caused her to think that maybe it none of it was real, or that perhaps she offended them or she wasn't good enough for them. Whatever it was, it did solidifying her loneliness.

She hadn't really been good with relationships. The blond girl hated to admit it, but she had an insecurity that usually destroyed all of her past relationships, from Middle School to the present. She got jealous really easily and she was certain it had to do with the fact that her father left she and her mom for another woman. It left her feeling useless, unloved, unwanted and definitely alone throughout most of her school years. Her last relationship was during her senior year in High School, and since then, it's just been failed dates after failed dates. No luck. Just feeling more alone than usual. And if even Monsters, actual Monsters didn't return to her, then what can she possibly hope for?

"You should just have a "You Day", you know? Like, a self-love day," Brooke suggested, rubbing Ellie's back soothingly. "You deserve it. Besides, you're an amazing person, and you need to remember that you're perfect just the way you are."

 

Ellie smiled at her friend's words, but the sadness in her eyes didn't seem to subside. "I know, Brook," she replied softly, realizing that this subject was more of a sore spot than she initially thought. "It's just hard, you know?"

"I do." She answered softly. "Seriously, consider my suggestion. Treat yourself to a fun and unforgettable night. It's done wonders for me."

While Brooke continued to reassure Ellie and suggest ways for her to enjoy her Valentine's Day, the young woman couldn't shake off the image of Charles and Phillip from her mind. She had not been visited by them nor had she heard from them ever since. It was like a bad one night stand. She couldn't help but yearn for the feeling of their touch once more. She could only hope at this point that they would return. And if not, then perhaps be visited by other creatures from the closet.

 

"Do you even want to watch the movie?"

Shaken out of her reverie once again, Ellie bit her lower lip as she felt no interest in being entertained by the film, even if it was her favorite genre. "Not really." She answered, now just wanting to be alone so she didn't have to lie to her roommate once again. "I think I just need to sleep. I'm gonna turn in early."

"Fair enough." She responded in an understanding tone. "Hang in there, girlfriend. Things will get better."

"I hope so." She made her way up the stairs. "Good night."

"Good night."

Retreating to her room, she closed the door behind her with a soft sigh. Her eyes peered towards her bed where the two monsters marked their dominance over her that memorable late night. She still couldn't believe it happened. Actually monsters, making her their plaything. She chuckled to herself as she recalled being especially horny that night and initiating the charged conversation in the first place.

As she began to get comfortable, she directed her sights on the closet door, where they had emerged from and then retreated to after their explosive climax. Ellie slipped out of her clothes, feeling her breathing become more labored as she anticipated another nightly adventure with her closet monsters, but no creature emerged from there, at least not yet. She still had hope that they would return. She decided to put on a magenta silk top that embraced her upper body and did little to hide her black panties below when she caught her reflection on her full-length mirror. She pouted, looking at the mirror as her shoulders slumped in disappointment.

 

"Where are you?" She said, half in jest, but also half serious. "You did say something about coming back, didn't you?"

Sighing in disappointment, she rested on her bed and stared at the ceiling. As saddened as she was about not seeing or hearing from either of them, she couldn't deny that her body was indeed tired. Work had not only stressed her out but it also pushed her to the limit when it came to inventory, stock and dealing with customers. She closed her eyes, wondering just where her monsters were. She could use a good fuck after all the stress she had been dealing with.

No young man she had been with had satisfied her Charles and his work partner had. It was just the right combination of feral and gentle that she craved, longed for again. But they didn't come. Granted, it had only been a few days but her libido remained high with no monsters appearing from her closet. She even left her closet door slightly open, almost inviting them to return. Yet they never did.

Her thoughts began to be more difficult to maintain. Her slumber stirred her into submission. Her body relaxed as she drifted off to sleep.

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"Trust me. You are not going to want to pass up on this opportunity."

The four monsters looked at each other as the door presented to them seemed too good to be true. When Charles approached some of his closest work buddies regarding the female human he and Phillip copulated with a few nights prior, they all dismissed him as over exaggerating and a little delusional. The winged beastly creature wasn't known for telling wild stories but it still didn't convince them of his experiences in the Human world. However, Phillip's testimony matching along with his solidified their tale, prompting the four co-workers to curiously investigate their claims.

So here they were, with Ellie's door grounded to the support panel and clamped tightly by the columns. Phillip secured her card to gain access to her door and had to convince the Administrator that it was for drills since there was no child that occupied the room. The cover worked, though he was certain it wouldn't work all the time. He had suggested perhaps making a copy of it through the Black Market. Charles had to call in a favor with one of the security guards to loan him a key to the Door Testing Chamber, so that they could freely get access to the very door that led him and his Scare Assistant to gain access to Ellie's door privately. He was assured by security that word of their curiosity within this chamber would not be shared. The Door Testing Chamber was restricted to scarers, meaning if they were caught in here, it would be immediate termination.
 

"I don't know." Jasper, the black aquatic monster, shifted nervously. "We're risking a lot just by coming here. Now you are suggesting that we activate a door without proper clearance?"

Phillip turned to his concerned co-worker. "Trust us, we had Security shut down the security cameras from here, all the way to Engineering. We've taken the necessary precautions." He smiled beneath his very long snout. "This young female human is worth it and could provide some profit if wed play our cards right."

Reluctance remained on each of their faces, yet here they were, somewhat trusting in the words of their fellow scare workers.

"I'm not sure if I wanna go." Doug exclaimed, the insectoid monster twiddling his fingers. "I heard Humans are toxic. That they can kill us with one touch."

"That rumor was proven false. Remember the incident of 67'?" Charles folded his arms as his wings twitched behind him. "Besides, both Phillip and I are here as living testament that it is not true. We literally had our cocks inside of her and here we are standing. You'll be fine."

"Yeah, well, you still could be lying about all of this." Gregor, the six-eyed creature said as he folded his arms. "For all we know, this could be a prank, or a trick to get us fired. It wasn't long ago that we scored higher than you two for the scare record. You were quite bitter for three weeks straight."

Charles wanted to growl in frustration, but he understood their reluctance. If the CEO ever found out about this secret meeting to venture into the Human world, all their asses would be fired in an instance. But he was still slightly offended that they would even consider the idea that he would betray his friends in such a way. Especially since they had known each other long before they were employed by this company.

"Please, why would we go through all this risk if what we experienced wasn't true? You really think Phillip and I would throw you under the bus all because of some friendly work competition?" He paused as he studied their faces as they seemed uncertain now. He had to admit, they were all risking everything and it was he and Phillip that had dragged them through this. He needed to balance the scales. "Tell you what," The winged creature kept his arms folded, his muscles tightening. "If you go in there one at a time, and you don't return satisfied, I'll personally hand over my papers and resign from the company."

All of them, including Phillip, stared at Charles in disbelief. It was severe punishment, but also exceptionally rare. It showcased the degree of sudden passion that both Charles and Phillip had developed for Ellie. To have them both witness and experience her lush, sensual body for themselves had been life-altering, and an experience they were willing to share with their friends. The young woman had expressed her curiosity and intrigue to the idea that there were more Monsters in their world and her desire to explore was apparent to the two before they left her that night. All of them looked at each other in contemplation and studied their body language. They all seemed to be somewhat in agreement.

"You're a crazy slime-sucker, Charles." Doug stated before chuckling. "Why would you risk your job over this, over a Human?"

He grinned, his fangs exposed. "Like I said, there could be potential to make a profit from this. We could finally pay off our student debts if this is handled correctly and with care. Besides, I like this girl." He paused as he turned to stare at the familiar door. On the other side, was likely Ellie, laying in bed asleep or better yet, waiting for them. "She's got a fire that I haven't seen in any chick, not even at the University." He turned back to them. "Phillip and I experienced something truly unique and amazing...we just wanted to share it with some of our closest friends. And perhaps, if you would be all in agreement, could invest from this."

They once again, all looked at each other to see if anyone was getting cold feet from such potential. All of them had gone through the scare programs and classes together, collecting massive debt for years of schooling and training to work in such a critical establishment. To pay it all off would take up most of their years in this business and maybe would trade a horn, tentacle or even an eyeball if it meant getting out of such tremendous debt. 

 

"Look, hold onto your job, Charles." Doug responded. "Clearly you two are serious if you've brought us this far and are willing to put your jobs at risk." He turned to the door as if examining it like a scientist before slowly turning back to the two responsible for bringing them down to this section of the company. "You're for real? You both fucked her?"

The two nodded.

"Well, lets do this then. One at a time." Doug stated, turning to his scare assistant. "Hey, Porter, why don't you go first?"

The one-eyed furry creature turned nervously. "Me? I've never ventured into the Human world before. Why don't you go?"

"Because you're the one most curious out of all of us when it comes to the Human world. Here's your chance to find out personally." The Insectoid Monster replied with a sly smile, his mandibles clicking. "What? Is your tail between your legs?"

 

All the monsters watched Porter face the door, the light above the panel shining red brightly to indicate that the door was active and that passage to the Human world was just a door knob turned away. The pressure was evident upon the nervous Monster's shoulders and in his hooved steps as he began to steadily and cautiously approach the door. Phillip felt obligated to approach his fellow Scare Assistant and place a hand on his shoulder.

"Trust us, she is rather inviting. You will thank us later." Phillip reassured him with a firm pat, before stepping back.

 

The dark furred Monster hesitated for a few seconds, his thoughts clearly racing with uncertainty. He glanced over to his other co-workers with his one, dark, unblinking iris, seeking their approval or at the very least a friendly smile to help calm his nerves. But the 4 other monsters just watched, the pressure mounting on him to be the one to go first. With a heavy sigh, he reached out to the crystal door knob and slowly turned it and pulled the door open. His dual hearts raced as he took a deep breath and settled his foot upon the carpet woodened floor of the human girl's room. He peered inside, surprised to see a young blond haired human female, laying on her bed in slumber.

 

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Edited August 27, 2024 by Sultry Sabria

[Volitile_Burger]

I am absolutely in love with your scenes! Monster porn is so underappreciated! Keep up the amazing work!

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⭐PICTURE SET!!!⭐ (Requested)

 

To be perfectly honest, I wasn't expecting another request to come in. Messages have been quiet lately. Thankfully though, Volitile_Burger had a Sim to share with me. Thank you for providing a nice red head to add to my collection. This one goes out to you! Unfortunately, the hair mod that was sent for some reason wasn't working. That's the second time that's happened. Weird. So I swapped it out with the closest style. She's pretty cute considering how few mods that were used on her. As for the monster, I had a ton of fun creating this one. I think I will definitely use him again in a future set. Maybe I'll have some fun with him myself *blushes*. I made this scene relatively quick since I have a few other sets that are in the works. I didn't realize how long these next few would be. I'll try to have the next one posted in a few days but no guarantees. I needed a break from writing and with the new World of Warcraft Expansion out, I wanna give myself some "Me Time". Until then my lovelies... 😘

 

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Edited August 27, 2024 by Sultry Sabria

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***UPDATE***
 

I know it's been a while and I don't wish to leave any of you who are following this forum with no new material and no explanation. I'm embarrassed to say that aside from my responsibility as a wife and mother, I have been keeping myself distracted with other things that I feel I personally needed to set my sights on. I haven't had a lot of personal time to myself and I felt like I deserved it after this crazy summer. From World of Warcraft's new expansion to writing a lengthy story centering on my favorite kink, I am ashamed to say that for a while, I have forgotten to post more of my lovely images on this page. Sorry, not sorry. Sometimes, you need a break. While I do have some images ready to be shared, I still have to go through a few edits and finish the stories tied to them.

I have Saturday and Sunday free to myself so I will definitely post something on either of those days. Hang in there. Some kinky goods will come soon. 😉😘

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⭐PICTURE SET!!!⭐

 

Holy crap, did I have a difficult time figuring out what would transpire next for our irresistible witches. I took so many optional turns and directions that led me to unsatisfied plots and results. Initially, I wanted the next picture set to revolve around Celeste taking her daughter to meet the Coven she was apart of and to undergo an initiation that would certainly be sexual. The goal was to have each Council Member of the Coven who represents a school of magic and witchcraft, each take turns with Olivia on an altar before allowing the Leader to be the last with her, all while Celeste watches from a distance. I strived as hard as I could to make the scene work but ultimately, I felt like it was not the right direction to go down. It was too busy. Too much writing. Too much setting up. Too much positioning. Too much stress for me. At the time, I was working on gathering more mods that would support the scene but one of the mods ended up being corrupted and prevented me from even logging into Sims 4. So I spent the worse half of the day, locating it, removing it and then decided to take a small break and tend to household chores instead.

So what did I do instead? Something simpler and way more fun for me and everyone else. 😉 In the midst of looking for more mods, I came across a few more that will definitely help continue some of these stories. A couple of these were none other than Bugs Bunny and Mickey Mouse and on one hand, I wanted to use them...I just didn't know what stories I would apply them to. A part of me considered starting a new one where an aspiring cartoon dancer and singer wants to make it big in Toon Town, but she needs to do some side work as a prostitute which ultimately leads her getting fucked by famous cartoon characters. While I think it's a good idea and maybe something to do in the future, I ended up using these two characters to continue the story of the Bellwethers and I think it worked out splendidly.

The challenge in this set was to get some emotion off of the two cartoon characters. While it isn't perfect, I'm very pleased with the result. Bugs and Mickey looks like they are having the time of their animated lives. I loved these two growing up and still watch them on TV from time to time. Here's hoping I haven't scarred your childhood like it has with mine. 😅I haven't found much in the ways of good porn content with these two so I'm glad I could create some that myself and others could enjoy.

So a little treat for everyone, this is the first one where I am applying paragraphs in the picture set to really bring the scene to life. It took a lot of work but I think it was worth it. Let me know your thoughts. If you wanna see more of this, please let me know on forum or in a private message.
 

"A Rabbit and a Mouse"

By Sultry Sabria

 

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Bored. Olivia had been studying for the past four hours. Three of them were for school and one of them was spent studying the magical tome her Mother had gifted to her two weeks ago after she had been initiated into the Coven she was a part of. The teenager always hated having to study at school, especially when she'd rather be reading or practicing her newfound magic. Yet, even when she finished her schoolwork, researching from the magical tome was difficult and dry.

She needed to unwind. She needed to let her mind and body relax. Sitting in her mother's lounge on the couch, the high schooler closed the large book in her lap and set it down on the coffee table in front of her before rubbing her temples. These past couple of weeks were eventful and more was to come. Homecoming was quickly approaching and still, no one had asked her; not that she necessarily wanted to go. But even Laurel, Ruth and Cassidy, her fellow  Goths awkwardly navigating their own adolescence, had all managed to snag a date. And it wasn't as though they weren't popular at school, they simply...understood each other better. The idea that she would be the only Senior who would not be attending the school's biggest dance of the year was daunting and embarrassing. It was also disheartening that her guy friends had not asked her to Homecoming either. Feeling slightly frustrated, she grabbed the remote on the coffee table and turned on the TV. Immediately, the screen came to life and filled the cold, dark space around her with a warm colorful glow.

It appeared to be a documentary about hand-drawn cartoons and animated characters on the History Channel, one that her mother favored. She would regularly walk in to see her mother watching documentaries regarding wars, animals, and plant life. Shrugging, she decided to indulge herself for a while, leaning back on the couch and resting her feet up on the table. Her eyes fixated on the screen while her mind slowly began to calm.

A lot has happened these past few weeks. After being initiated into the Ravens of Misfortune, the order for Witches and Warlocks her mother, Celeste was a part of, Olivia had a lot more to learn when it came to magic and navigating her own coming of age.  When she went through the ceremony, she had met Jules Redgrave, the leader of the order, who took witchcraft and sorcery very seriously. He looked ancient, like he was over a hundred years old, with sickly pale skin, his long white hair and beard, shading lines of wisdom across his wrinkled face, thin pale lips pressed into a severe frown and a posture that was both strong and withered. She couldn't understand how such a man handled all the power that radiated from him, especially since he commanded those who could perform stunningly complex acts of magic. Her mother respected him in reverence, so she knew she must do the same, even if it made her uncomfortable. The way the old man looked at her, just gave her the shivers.

She had to admit, she was impressed with how strong and commanding he was despite his fragile appearance. He reminded her of Christopher Lee from Lord of the Rings, only somehow looking more intimidating. Even though she had asked her mother multiple times prior what she was to do during initiation, she had a feeling it was going to be ripe with sexual energy and rituals. However, it was a simple ceremony to which she was to simply prick her finger with a needle and let five drops of her blood drain into a wooden basin with a dark, thick, yet glowing substance inside, which the coven members referred to as "the ink of the ancients." With this ink, her name was written into a large, massive black tome and almost immediately, the young teen felt a tremendous weight lifted from her shoulders, as if up to this point, she had been chained by a burden she wasn't aware of.

Since then, learning and applying magic has been easier...though it was still difficult. She had been practicing with her Mother as her guide and throughout these past two weeks. After school and doing her homework (if there was any), the two would go to the lounge or the basement to practice on spells. The elementary spells of conjuration were supposedly one of the toughest to learn, but one she was determined to master. Enchantment was another aspect that she was eager to explore deeper. Studying the ancient rituals befuddled her, as they seemed to drift far from the surface level of her arcane understanding. Nonetheless, her curiosity was relentless.

 

So far, she had only been able to accomplish simple spells, like Telekinesis, summoning small critters like insects and rodents, and more times than not, making inanimate objects glow faintly. It was still a marvel to her, but nowhere near to what she saw Jules accomplish at the Summit. It was clear that she needed guidance from someone more skilled in the field if she was to succeed, yet her mother seemed hesitant to pursue the idea for some reason. Being her mother though, she could guess that she would worry that too much power given to a teenager would lead to recklessness and accidents.

Ashmore leaped into her lap, meowing and nudging his cold nose against her face. She giggled as he purred, kneading his paws onto the thighs of her pants. "Hey handsome," She whispered, petting him behind the ears. She felt a little better. Her heart ache was still there, but at least for now, the cat had helped soothe her soul. "This magic learning is exhausting." She looked at the tome on the table. "I hope I'm not getting ahead of myself."

The cat meowed as if responding to her concerns. With a soft smile, the teenager shifted and curled up next to Ashmore. The sensation of the cat’s warm fur against her comforted her, providing a temporary distraction from her worries about Homecoming and the struggles of mastering magic. She didn't know how much time had passed when she heard the door open, prompting her to shift on the couch and alarm Ashmore. The feline immediately bolted for the door and exited as Celeste walked in.

"Well, pardon me, your majesty." Celeste gestured towards the Cat who was likely going to the kitchen where his food was prepared. She turned to Olivia with a smile and a shifted brow. "Dinner will be ready in about an hour." Olivia could smell the crockpot all the way from here. It smelt delicious.

After closing the door, her Mom began to approach the couch. "Why aren't you studying?"

"I really needed a break." Making room for her to sit, the Goth girl eyed the tome. "I had no idea how grueling learning magic could be. The Harry Potter books and movies make it look so easy."

Laughing quietly, the matronly woman sat herself near her daughter. "While there are definitely similarities between the magical world and Harry Potter's, there's a lot more to it."

 

"I can imagine," She replied, sighing deeply as her eyes drifted back to the TV, focusing on the cartoon bird known as Woody the Woodpecker, being drawn on paper while the narrator of the documentary described the character's history. "How long did it take you? You know, to learn everything that you know?"

"Oh," Her mother sounded off in an almost wistful tone. "Many, many years. So don't expect to master anything until you are at least in your mid twenties, and that's if you study hard enough." Her eyes shifted towards the screen, joining her in watching the channel. "Have you been practicing your incantations?"

Sighing quietly, the young woman slouched on the couch a bit. "Yeah. I can't seem to get anything beyond summoning a rat or cockroaches."

Celeste raised a brow. "Outside, I would hope."

"I'm not dumb, Mom." She folded her arms, as if gearing up for a potential scolding. "But I don't get it. I'm doing everything the book is telling me to do. I swear I'm saying the right words. I'm doing the correct stance. What am I doing wrong?"

Giving her motherly smile, she reached and placed her hand on her thigh. "Technically, you are not doing anything wrong. But do you know why you're only summoning rodents and insects?"

She shook her head.

"Because they are a bi-product of decay and chaos. It's why they are so easy to summon. Chaos," She pointed to her head. "...comes from here. You're thinking too much. Your emotions are ruling your intentions. Now, you have a very difficult obstacle to breach since you are still a teenager and emotions are already in turmoil. But, that goes with the territory. Part of advanced magic training is exercising control over all aspects - and not just physical strength."

It made sense. Olivia had a lot on her mind these past few weeks that troubled her. Besides the issues with mastering her nascent magical prowess and the potential embarrassment of being the only senior in school not going to Homecoming, there was still the lingering thought about her growing sexual attraction to her own mother. As if it wasn’t enough to contend with high school drama and learning sorcery, she now had to overcome her newfound but still very forbidden desires. Emotions conflicting, she had no idea what to do nor who to discuss matters with beyond her own flesh and blood. It wasn't like she wanted to go out on dates with her mother or anything like that, but the mere thought of an intimate touch or a soft, loving kiss on the lips drove her insane. Most young women her age would have scoffed or revolted in disgust at such a notion, but that attraction was now a constant nag in the back of her mind. In truth, it was quite overwhelming.

First there was their first encounter together, then it was the group sex with the Pumpkin creatures that made the teen anticipate and crave for more experiences of sexual intimacy. Her relationship with her mother evolved from a mother-daughter dynamic into something more intense and unique than she could imagine. It had complicated things. It was like they were partners in exploring the strange and unusual elements of sex and satisfaction. The teen wouldn't be opposed to such an idea.

 

"Listen to me, Livvy," her mother began softly, breaking the thoughtful silence between them as the documentary continued playing on the TV, animated characters from their childhood dancing on the screen. "It's okay to struggle. You think I got it all figured out on the first try? One doesn't become wise by their successes, but by their failures and asking questions." She began to rub her thigh, causing the teen to shudder a bit. "I am your mother first, and a teacher in matters of witchcraft second. No matter what you may think or feel, you can always turn to me. I'm here to help."

Smiling softly, the young girl leaned into her mother's touch. "I know, Mom. I'm not trying to make it difficult for myself. It's just a lot to take in. I'm worried about Homecoming. No one has asked me yet and it's just weeks away." She leaned back, feeling the tension well up inside her again. Her face crumpled in worry, eyes downturned and brows furrowed. "Am I ugly, Mom?"

Her mother immediately shot her a concerned gaze. Olivia caught the faint twitch of a muscle in her mother’s jaw, a clear indicator of her irritation. “Of course not, sweetie, you’re beautiful.” Her mother’s reassurances stilled the racing of her heart. She let out a sigh of relief and a small, grateful smile appeared on her lips, disappearing soon after. Still, her frown didn’t go unnoticed by Celeste as she continued caressing her thigh soothingly. “Why would you ask that?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm just feeling insecure about it all lately," She replied quietly, her gaze dropping to her lap as she shrugged. "Like, maybe I hide behind this lifestyle and make-up because I'm not that likable or as attractive as the other girls in school. Girls like Melody and her friends."

She hated to compare herself to those bitches, but she couldn't help but admire their glamorous clothing, their perfect bodies, the flawless make-up and having the latest fashionable bags and shoes. All the boys frolicked to them as if they were Nymphs, goddesses of the new era. It both revolted and fascinated the goth high schooler that such superficial nonsense could rule the hearts of teenage men. 

 

"What, those same girls who took your journal and made fun of you?"

She nodded slowly.

"Their actions do not display beauty or likability. If anything, they are no better than the pests you summoned during your practice," Her Mom assured her, hands still on her thigh, firm and comforting.

 

Olivia nodded again, a small frown still sitting on her lips. "They are the popular girls, Mom. They can do no wrong."

 

She frowned. "Well, you know, Livvy, popularity doesn't equate to good human beings. The most popular students weren't the kindest nor were they always the best looking, even if the way others see them might say otherwise." She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting hers. "Trust me, I've seen both sides of the popularity fence."

Curiosity piqued, the teen turned to her and raised a brow. "What do you mean?"

Smiling, she rubbed her thumb on her thigh. "I'll tell you some other time. Besides, I know something that will help you take your mind off of things. Come."

Standing up from the couch, she reached and grabbed her daughter's hand and urged her up. Olivia complied, wondering what her mother was doing while internally anticipating the possible intimate activities that could follow. Wow, I must be really horny, she thought to herself. To her disappointment however, they didn't even leave the room. Her mother guided her, placing her hands on her shoulders and turning her towards the TV.

"Alright, let's try and conjure something. No rats. No spiders. No grubs." She urged her to get on her knees. "Come along now. On your knees honey."

Groaning and rolling her eyes, the Goth teen reluctantly obeyed. "Mom! I don't think it's a good idea."

"The best way to control your emotions and the chaos in your mind, is when you currently feel them. How else are you to learn?"

The teen groaned loudly. "Ugh, I'm going to mess up, and then we are gonna have an infestation of bugs in the house."

"I won't accept that, Livvy. If you do summon anything I deem to be a pest, you're grounded."

"That's not fair!"

"Life is not fair."

Rolling her eyes, she was annoyed her mother used the traditional parental retort she heard hundreds of times. Olivia knew she would still say it even if her mother didn't use those exact words.

"Now, close your eyes," Her Mom instructed. "Concentrate and recite the words."

"Wait, I need the book." She was about to crawl to the coffee table and retrieve the book, but her mother grabbed her shoulders and prevented her from doing so. "Mom, I need it!"

"No you don't." She objected. "You have repeated the words for the past two weeks. You know them by heart." She urged her back onto her knees, facing the television screen.

 

The distraction of the documentary prompted the teen to glance up at the screen to see a familiar cartoon character. Mickey Mouse. She never told anyone this, but when she was a little girl, she had a crush on him. She even swore that one day, she would marry him. How silly the mind of the child was, she thought to herself. As she glanced at the character in his early years of hand drawn animation, she couldn't deny that the crush was faintly alive. Some feelings never change.

"Fine, but can we at least turn off the TV? It's kind of distracting."

"The world will not fall silent for your convenience. Besides, part of the beauty in conjuring is to recognize the pattern and focus through distractions" Celeste countered. "Think of it like meditation in motion."

 

Olivia frowned, letting out a heavy sigh before begrudgingly complying. "I don't know what any of that means."

"You will in time." She responded, her voice softening. "Now concentrate, Livvy. Don't think about what troubles you. Think about what you want. Right here, right now."

Closing her eyes, and sighing softly, the recent Initiate of the Coven began inwardly repeating the words her mother had taught her times without end, trying hard to distance her ears from the television's speakers. The mantra seemed to swirl around inside her, merging with her thoughts and emotions. She tried to let go of her turmoil and anxieties, her troubles and self-doubts, everything that plagued her heart and mind. She needed to focus, to become one with the words, to meld them with her innate magic. The teen drew in a deep breath and started again, this time vocally reciting the ancient spell.

 

The words, the ideas behind them, and the magic that she knew lay slumbering within her began to connect. She began to feel warmth surge through her body as the invocation slowly consumed her. Her emotions shifted, a distant hum of need and desire arising within her being. She remembered what her mother told her, that intimacy and pleasure can channel some of the strongest spells. She reached for that feeling, fanning the spark within her core and depths of desire into a larger flame, her core twisting around the magic.

 

When a rush of physical pleasure surged through her, she welcomed it, letting go in surrender to her sensations, releasing control. The vibrations quivered around her, pooling in her womb and up to her chest. Instinct kicked in, and with it, her body shifted its position, hips hitching upwards to accept the waves of energy coursing through. She could feel the power enveloping her mind, shoulders and even to her finger tips. She extended her arms outward and began to manipulate the strands of magic she could feel around her. She felt her mother's hands release her shoulder but it didn't distract her from her heightened focus.

Her arms and fingers swayed and moved, as if to dance in an invincible breeze. The teen felt different. Far better than when she felt when she summoned rats for the first time. She could feel something reach out to her, as if to inquire what it was she wanted to materialize in this plane of existence. She kept focus on her desires, that burning power in her core that pulsed with magic. What she was to bring forth, she knew not when she started this, but as she anchored the feelings of excitement, arousal and anticipation that coursed through her veins, she suddenly found a thought in the dark pocket of her mind, one that even surprised her yet it was too intriguing to ignore.

She opened her eyes and she could literally see the power through her irises. Her surroundings and her mother's lounge were dancing with colors and lines she'd never seen before. She marveled at it but she could not let herself become distracted. She glanced up at the TV, where now she could see the classical Bugs Bunny munching on a carrot and saying his catchphrase, 'Eh, what's up, doc?" She narrowed her eyes, focusing on the television and the animated character, pulling the threads of magic tight in her core as she held onto the thought bedded within the remote recesses of her mind with a tenacious grip.

She could feel the threads building and forming together before her to conjure something not so mundane as rats or insects, but something far more significant - a tribute to her nostalgic love for the classic cartoons, that would prove she is capable of something much greater than her previous endeavors. She didn't know how much time passed when a sudden jolt shot through her limbs like electricity, causing her eyes to widen with shock and exhilaration as she pushed the threads outwards. The power had been spent, leaving her slender frame like smoke off of her skin.

 

With a gentle sigh, the teen realized almost immediately that she and her mother were no longer the only ones in the room. She widened her eyes as she could see two pairs of feet. One wearing a familiar pair of large orange shoes while the other were large bare feet that clearly belonged to an anthropomorphic rabbit. As she lifted her eyes upwards, her mouth slowly shifted into a smile before she slowly got herself to her feet. There, standing before her and her mother, were the characters that once brought her much joy and laughter in her earlier years: Mickey Mouse and Bugs Bunny.

 

She remained rooted on her spot, as she took in the sight of the two large, cartoon characters. They looked real and animated all at once. It was truly surreal for the teen witch. The magic that once surged through her veins dissipated, leaving a tingling sensation on her fingertips as she marveled on what she conjured to their world. She turned to her mother, who stood in complete silence, a small smile sitting on her lips as she looked to her daughter, pride overflowing from her eyes but also a look of shock.

 

"You did it!" She joyously laughed. "But, this is something I did not expect to see."

Olivia gave her a knowing smile, as if telling her through her eyes on why she summoned them here. She was surprised to see that her Mother gave her a sultry look in return, seemingly understanding her intentions which caused the young woman to giggle.

"Golly," Mickey in his high-pitched voice chimed, bashfully looking around. "Where do you suppose we are?"

"I'll tell you one thing," Bugs responded, "We ain't in Albuquerque." As soon as Olivia locked eyes with the two cartoon figures, Bugs reached for a carrot behind him, seemingly coming out of nowhere. He took a loud obnoxious bite out of the vegetable, chiming, "Eh, what's up, doc?"

 

Olivia's heart raced. She could hardly believe what she was able to accomplish. Here they were, Mickey Mouse and Bugs Bunny, standing right in front of her, looking around in a mixture of confusion and wonder. She didn't know how to answer the rabbit. She didn't know what to say. She nervously grabbed her arm and as a source for comfort as she attempted to muster up the words to say to her beloved childhood characters.

Suddenly, she felt her mother's hand rest on her shoulder and approach. "Good evening. I'm Celeste and this is Olivia." She gave a sultry smile to the two. "We have invited you here for some...company," Celeste added, her voice trailing off as she gently squeezed Olivia's shoulder. "Would either of you care to join us for some entertainment before you return to your world?"

 

The young girl's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but blush at her mother's words, even though it was initially her that willed them here for such a purpose. She was nervous, excited, and scared all at once. Her mind raced with thoughts of what could happen next. This was all so unexpected, and yet, she couldn't help but crave for this moment to become a reality. She and her mother were about to have sex with Mickey Mouse and Bugs Bunny.

 

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Celeste straddled Bug's leg on the couch, eyeing the famous Looney Tunes character hungrily. Her hand dipped down between his furry legs to massage his sheath hiding away his cock that she so desired to free. Her gentle fingers began to rouse  him from his content demeanor as his face lit up with a familiar toothy grin. 

"Is that a carrot you're hiding in there, or do you just wanna fuck me?" The senior witch teased as she continued to stroke his member that was slowly growing.

Bugs chuckled as he locked eyes with her. "Darlin, you summon me here and think I didn't come prepared? What I look like, an amateur?"

She smiled at him, feeling him grow harder and longer. She draped her arm around him and began to stroke his erection.

"I-I hope you don't mind," she stammered, her fingers trembling. "I'm just a little nervous and excited."

With a joyous chuckle, Mickey looked down at her with empathy. "Oh, that's alright. Take your time."

 

So considerate and kind, just as she remembered him growing up. With trembling fingers, she slid the red buttoned trousers down and immediately his hard black erection sprung free before her sight.

 

She felt her own pussy twitch, a need gathering deep within her as she took in the sight of him. She didn't delay for long, parting her dark lips to take his tip into mouth, swirling her tongue around him. Mickey gasped, unable to hide his pleasure as she began to suck him in earnest.

The eager goth teen looked over her shoulder at the horny mouse, slipping her thumbs beneath her pants and panties and pushing them past her knees and to her ankles. She bent down, showing off her luscious ass and clean shaved pussy "Your turn." She wiggled her hips playfully at Mickey, inviting him to take charge.

He obliged, resting his gloved hands onto her slim waist, causing her to shudder and coo in delight. If she trembled and shivered to his touch, she imagined what it would feel like to have her beloved childhood character's cock deep within her. 

 

She didn't have to wait long to find out. She felt the head of his member breach her soft tight fold, his length sliding in slowly. All her senses were heightened, her nipples burning against her lacy black lace bra, her pussy clenching around him, her head thrown back as she cried out his name.

Upon the couch, Celeste was at the mercy of the horny bunny who was driving his thick pink penis deep into her, the sound of their bodies slapping against one another filling the room. She held onto him tightly, feeling his fur against her fingertips, the warmth of him and the sensation of him hitting her G-spot making her squirm and writhe with pleasure beneath him.

 

"You like that, don't you?" Bugs asked, his voice strained as he continued taking her. "I can tell you do."

 

Celeste moaned and nodded, unable to speak as she was so close to cumming.  Bugs rabbit grinned and increased his rhythm, thrusting deeper and harder. She screamed as the pleasure coursed through her body, her release shaking her to the core. Her nectar coated Bugs Bunny's cock and balls as he continued to slam into her wetness. Holding onto her side, he pulled her closer to the edge of the seat, ensuring no stroke was lost.

 

"That's it, toots. Cum on that large dick of mine." He grinned before continuing to fuck her with a ferocity she never knew the iconic bunny was capable of.

The two women rode upon the two beloved cartoon characters, straddling their laps as their bodies bounced and danced upon Bugs’ and Mickey’s cocks. Olivia stared at Mickey as she rested her hands upon his small shoulders, her nails digging into his fur as she gave a moan of pure ecstasy.
 

“Golly," Mickey chuckled followed by a groan. "Your pussy feels amazing, Olivia.”
 

The teenager was completely lost in her sexual exploration, her hands gripping Mickey’s shoulders tighter as she wondered what more she could do with magic. The room was filled with their synchronized moans and heavy breathing, the smell from their sweat and sex hung in the air, intoxicating and titillating the senses of those present.
 

The matronly witch beside the pair continued to ride Bugs Bunny with abandon, relishing in the lust swirling between them all. She shifted her gaze upon her daughter, watching her expertly ride the anthropomorphic character she once adored in her youth. The teen’s breasts bounced as she continued to grind upon Mickey’s lap, her face the picture of sheer bliss. The sight filled her with pride. Despite the unusual circumstances and the lack of ethical standards, she was proud of her girl. She had grown to become quite the woman.

As she pressed her ass against Mickey's firm length, she looked down at the anxious cartoon character and smiled deviously. Teasing the wholesome Disney character in this manner was nothing short of taboo and thrilling. Even she herself grew up to these beloved characters, though they were certainly dated in the 80's. 

"I never knew how much I wanted to do this until now," Celeste whispered, rubbing her soft hands upon Mickey's chest. Adjusting her hips, she reached beneath her, grabbing the black cock and guided it into her already dripping wet pussy. As she lowered her hips, she felt his lengthy cock sink into her depths causing the innocent mouse to squint his eyes and hang his mouth open.

 

"Oh, fuck, yeah," Celeste murmured through clenched teeth as she began to ride the cartoon character with fervor. "So good."

 

Mickey was seemingly dumbfounded beneath her, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as she forced her tight cunt down upon his length. Bugs on the other hand, basked in Olivia's skills in oral pleasure, enjoying every bob of her head upon his pink fleshy member. His hand rested on her head, stroking her hair as he reveled in the pleasure that she managed to bring him.

 

The teen was enjoying this more than she thought. Similarly with the Jack-o'-lanterns, what started out as apprehensive and  nervous, quickly turned into a delightful and lust-crazed experience.

"Oh, yes! Fuck me you naughty mouse!" Celeste cried out as she lay upon the floor, low spread while Mickey held her legs and buried his cock deep in her cunt. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"

As Mickey slammed against her thighs and ass cheeks, he glanced down at her and gave her a look, she would not have expected from  the mouse character she used to constantly watch. While still having that slightly timid charm to his expression, he was now filled with an assertiveness and hunger. It was like he was now embodied with a fiery, primal resentment that surged through him while he fucked her. It was an image that she would likely never forget.

With that familiar and whimsical chuckle, the Disney icon flashed her a wide grin, bordering on lewd. "Hot dog! Minnie ain't got nothing on you!" Mickey exclaimed, earning a chime of approval from the witch as she bit down hard on her lower lip, enjoying the rough fucking she was receiving.

The rabbit's cock filled her tight entrance more than Mickey's did, but the Goth girl didn't want to draw comparisons. All she knew was the two of them were making her hot and she loved every second of it. She let out an impassioned moan as Bugs began to plow into her from behind. She held onto the arm of the couch  , bucking her hips in synchrony with his thrusts, feeling the brick-hard member deep inside her wet cunt. She closed her eyes, feeling the sensation shoot through her entire body, engulfing her in a wave of pleasure that only intensified with every stroke. Her moans of ecstasy began to mix with Bugs' own, growing louder and more forceful as he picked up speed.

"Oh Bugs, I'm gonna cum!" Olivia cried out, feeling the wave of pleasure crash over her. She gripped the couch arm tighter as Bugs gave her right ass cheek a good slap, causing her to yelp in delight. "Ah! Yes!" She was drawing closer. Another firm slap against the flesh of her ass and Olivia was panting, nearing her climax. "Harder, harder!" she chanted, clenching her fists around the armrest and moaning with each smack. The force of his thrusts were overwhelming. She'd never felt so dominated, so possessed. Her thighs quivered, her toes curled - she was close, desperately close.

 

"Whatever you say, toots!" Bugs responded, gripping her hips and picking up the pace, driving into her as she moaned with every thrust, head thrown back and panting. "Goddamn, you're tight." He smacked her ass again.

 

Gasping loudly, the physical contact was enough to bring the teen to orgasm . An intense wave of pleasure crashed through her, a fire that built from depths within her that seemed almost magical in nature. It rolled over her and as she cried out in release, Bugs’ followed, groaning loud as he pushed into her one more time to allow her to recover from her release.

 

"Oh, fuck! You're the real deal." He said, giving her one final slap on the ass before pulling his cock from her.

Her hips gracefully swayed as the mouse's black erection slid in and out of her tight entrance , hitting her sweet spot every time. Their connection restored, deep and profound. Olivia kept her legs spread, accommodating herself and Mickey. She tightened her arm around his neck and shoulders for support. The cartoon rodent knew how to please a woman, causing the young goth girl to whine coo as he fingered her clit while thrusting inside her.

 

"Oh my God, Mickey!" The young girl felt her body giving way to the pleasure, making it difficult to keep herself supported in this position. " Fuck," she whimpered, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. "Mickey, yes, fuck me like that!" With every thrust, Mickey grunted in rhythm with her cries of pleasure, his figure seeming to melt into hers as she closed her eyes and reveled in the intimate connection between them.

 

"You're gorgeous, beautiful," Mickey panted, his breath ragged and thick with desire as he continued to rub and fuck her pussy. "Your pussy  is so hot and tight."

 

As Bugs lay on the couch beside them, Celeste once more found herself straddling the horny rabbit . She rocked her hips and it was apparent she was enjoying herself tremendously. Bug's cock felt immense inside her, stretching her pussy beautifully.  Having him inside her was raw and wild. She had on other occasions been taken by beasts but had never considered anything such as this. She was proud of her daughter and the imagination she possessed.

"Oh, you filthy rabbit." The woman  above him cooed seductively, using her inner muscles to squeeze around the thick invader filling her. " Fuck, you feel amazing!" she moaned out loudly as Bugs reached up and tweaked one of her nipples, causing the woman to arch her back and push back onto him harder.

The familiar alarm of the crockpot sounded from the kitchen, causing the four to briefly stop their romp. Celeste, seemingly having forgotten about dinner, blushed a bit as she was doubly penetrated by the two cartoon characters.

"Oh, I apologize." She chuckled. "That would be dinner."

Olivia, having just recovered from a second orgasm from Mickey's oral ministrations, slowly and carefully removed herself from the couch. "Oh yeah, I forgot."

"A shame, I was getting close." Bugs smirked playfully, reaching a hand to Celeste to caress her plump ass. He then withdrew his hard erection from her ass, pulsing with anticipation.

Mickey, with his cock buried deep in her pussy, gave a disappointed groan. "Aww, shucks. Me too."

Celeste smiled, casting a glance to the two cartoon characters before giving her daughter a suggestive look. "I think just this once, we can have dessert first."

The Bellwether girls sat upon the ground side by side, both of them looking up at their two animated lovers as they stroked their hard members. Celeste sat patiently, teasing Bugs by opening her mouth and hanging her tongue out, trying her best to coax the rabbit to shoot his load. Olivia, still recovering from her second climax, was rubbing and fingering her pussy while glancing up at Mickey with a soft smile.

The two characters eagerly beat their members, their breaths heavy and eyes focused as they awaited their desire to culminate. It was quite an unusual sight, to see two animated cartoon characters, stroking their cocks for you.

Bugs shut his eyes as he released a groan. "Oh, yeah...here comes the cream filling ," He grunted, his thrusts growing more rapid and frenzied. "Here it comes, here it co- ah!"

 

With a roar of release, Bugs shot his thick load, aiming for her mouth. Celeste closed her eyes, keeping her mouth gapped as she felt several wads of his creamy semen splatter against her tongue and plastering upon her face. Spurt after spurt, she could his warm sticky nectar coat her skin and dribbling down her face. The taste of the rabbit's musky-sweet semen danced on her palette, as her tongue roved through her mouth, distributing the remnants. 

 

Now Mickey's peak neared. The eager mouse stroked his cock near Olivia's face, his ball sack swinging widely as he did so. "Oh, Gosh," The mouse muttered before exhaling deeply. "I'm so close." Olivia, catching the eager look on Mickey's face, opened her mouth wide, sticking out her bright pink tongue in a clear invitation for a mouthful of his load.

 

"Here it comes, kiddo," The mouse warned, his eyes locked on the teen's mouth as he began jerking his cock harder and faster. "Here we go!" With a grunt, Mickey too released his semen. The mouse's load spurted out with a force strong enough that it painted her face with a coat of whiteness. The gothic girl got a good taste as most of it trailed down her face and towards her lips . She licked her lips hungrily.

 

"Mmm," she whispered, eyes closed, savoring the salty flavor.

 

The matronly witch, scooped up some of the cum from her chin with her finger before sucking it clean, a small satisfied moan escaping her lips. Both Mickey and Bugs looked on in awe, their eyes bulging and their jaws dropped.

 

Olivia's eyes fluttered open. "You...you liked that?" she asked, her tone a mix of surprise and intrigue.

 

Celeste nodded, then took another fingerful and fed it to her daughter before looking up at the spent guests. "I don't suppose you'd like to stay for dinner?"

 

 

Edited September 9, 2024 by Sultry Sabria

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于 2024 年 7 月 3 日上午 10：10，Sultry Sabria 说：

⭐图片集!!⭐

太快了！嗯，老实说，我已经准备好了很多这样的套装，所以在接下来的几周里，我可能会在长时间休息之前相当持续地发布。但我们拭目以待。这是一个有趣但相当困难的建立。我从我最喜欢的系列丛书之一“Monster Hunter International”中汲取了灵感，该书名为 Larry Correia 的“Monster Hunter International”，以及名为“Delta Green”的桌面游戏。Jenaia （Jen-ay-a） Forsythe 的灵感来自 MHI Book 系列中名为 Julia Shackleford 的女性恋爱对象。她坏蛋、美丽、坚定、聪明。我不想对她进行精确的复制，所以我决定让她成为半个亚洲人，在日本的怪物狩猎业务的分支机构工作。诚然，我将来可能会对她做一些细微的改变，但就目前而言，我爱上了她的模特。（是的，我知道她有点像我的模拟人生，我的阿凡达，也许这就是我如此喜欢它的原因）

这个世界上存在怪物。洛夫克拉夫特式的恐怖是真实的。奇幻生物是历史性的。你能想到的任何东西，都有可能来自这个世界。MHI 因履行合同或消灭危险的怪物和亡灵而获得赏金。生物越强大，你得到的报酬就越多。我在这个场景中使用的特定怪物来自 Dustyratt。正是在这个系列中，我做出了我有史以来的第一个决定，我自己应用了 cum 效果，而不是依赖 cum mesh mod。虽然我很欣赏为该功能付出的辛勤工作，但有时它在截取屏幕截图时表现不佳。时机就是一切，有时，时机总是不对。

我写这个故事很困难，但最终，我对此相当满意。我希望你们都喜欢它。

“The Doppelganger” 作者：
Sultry Sabria

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这本应是一份简单的合同，但每一步似乎都进一步走向危险。真是可怕的事情。她能感觉到。共有 6 人失踪，包括 3 名男性、2 名女性和 1 名儿童。随着绑架事件发生在苏格兰和威尔士的边境，罪魁祸首可能是任何东西，从吸血鬼到像鸡蛇这样更野蛮的东西。有很多怪物会从绑架人类中受益，但都并不愉快。Jenaia 和她的团队上周刚刚抵达，在他们住的汽车旅馆建立了一个临时指挥中心，并开始调查。

他们询问了当地执法部门，随后询问了受害者家属。没有任何东西可以把受害者联系起来。他们所有的失踪似乎都是随机的，发生在不同的日期、不同的时间和不同的地点。Jenaia 知道，当涉及到怪兽时，即使是轻微的相似性也很重要。然而，却没有找到。起初，他们的团队负责人多诺万打算取消任务，认为这是一些疯狂的工作或病态的抓捕和谋杀。然后，就在昨晚，他们找到了他们的第一个线索。

昨晚，一名年轻女子向警方报案，称发生了一起绑架未遂事件。她将绑匪描述为一个高大、瘦弱、瘦长、肤色苍白的男人。受害者除了那个高个子男人穿着西装这个明显的事实之外，无法详细描述太多其他内容。MHI 的报道可以追溯到 1900 年代初，被称为“狩猎服”的西装被用作各种超自然怪物的衣服封面，将它们伪装在人类中。然而，从未得出这些生物是什么的结论，因为在报告中描述它们快速且躲避。被称为 Slenderman 的互联网轰动在北美有许多报道和目击事件，尽管其中一些报告被证明是虚假的，而另一些则没有定论。从技术上讲，它可以是 Skinwalkers、Chamtas aka： Riverside Monsters 甚至 Babadooks 中的任何东西，它们似乎在沉寂了几个世纪后重新出现。

当他们调查绑架未遂的地点时，该团队注意到城市地图上的轨迹，标记了失踪人员居住的新地点，似乎遵循一种模式。绑架地点以东不远处是一片树木茂密的地区，地形多岩石，通常被浓雾覆盖。一个完美的住所，适合在夜间发生任何事情。当他们进入时，他们有 7 人，而他们的第 8 人留在指挥中心，专注于无线电通信和跟踪。

耶奈亚并不是唯一一个报告沿着陡峭的山丘和石壁有开口的人，但这个尤其闻起来很臭。不完全是死亡和腐烂，但仍然让她的神经感到不安。在她打电话并说明她的位置后，她就听到了。一个呼救的声音。一个女声。它一定是受害者之一。她准备好了她的步枪，以防有什么邪恶的东西跳出来攻击她。

“我是福赛斯，我刚刚听到洞穴入口传来了喊叫声。”她向对讲机报告。“女性，显然处于困境中。允许进入吗？

她的团队领导几乎立刻就做出了回应。“消极的。我们还不知道我们正在处理什么。站稳脚跟，确保没有任何东西进出那个洞穴入口。

“复制那个。”她回答道。

她把步枪的枪托端紧紧地靠在肩膀上，瞄准，等待入口处的任何动静。洞口什么也没出来，但绝望的呼救声越来越大，充满了恐惧。这让她的心沉了下去，她的皮肤发痒。任何正常人都会立即跑进去，试图找到任何处于危险中的人。在 MHI 接受培训，这被称为愚蠢。一张单程票，可以向你的生活说 sayonara。我们最终都会到达那里，她心想。

又打了几次无线电签到，什么也没发生，至少她这边没有。那个痛苦的女人安静了下来。要么那个女人被噤声了，要么这是洞穴里任何可怕的生物设计的另一个陷阱。Jenaia 屏住呼吸，Donovan 再次通过无线电说话。“我和史密斯正在你的位置会合。我们大约在三英里远的地方。有什么更新吗？

她点击了肩膀上的麦克风来回应。“那个女人沉默了。没有听到或看到其他任何东西。我会在一旁等着——“

她听到树叶沙沙作响的那一刻立即转过身来。她的训练开始了，肾上腺素在她的血管中流淌。她把步枪对准了声音的方向，她所有的感官都集中而警觉。在她的视线中，是年轻的美国猎人乔纳森·兰斯 （Johnathan Lance） 熟悉的面孔。如果她的头脑没记错的话，他们的团队来自阿拉巴马州。他们曾在欧洲土地上调查居住在德国的吸血鬼大师，但事实证明这是伪造的信息。现在他们在这里，提供额外的人力和专业知识来捕捉这些绑架背后的一切。

“哇，珍！放轻松！他双手高举着喊道。他的南方口音像糖蜜一样厚重光滑，但他的眼睛里却有一种炽热的强度，甚至能与她的眼神相媲美。由于她的团队已经与美国人会合，她注意到这位年轻的猎人饶有兴趣地盯着她。他可能和大多数美国男人一样，对亚洲人有好感。

她对他皱了皱眉，立即放下了她的步枪。“该死的，乔纳森！我本来可以开枪打死你的！她调整了一下眼镜。“你为什么不用无线电通知我你要来了？”

“试着。”“他一边说，一边放下手臂，然后随意地靠近。“我的电池可能没电了。”

她叹了口气。“这真是一个菜鸟的错误。”她觉得有点奇怪，他没有带一个充满电的收音机或备用电池，因为这是他们工作中必不可少的工具。“我还以为你比这更厉害。”

乔纳森看起来正要回应，突然收音机再次响亮地响起，多诺万的声音再次响起。“Forsythe，你还好吗？你被打断了。你的状态如何，结束。

Jenaia 摇了摇头，叹了口气，转过身来，让她的眼睛保持nd 枪在洞穴的入口处。她把头和嘴巴转向挂在她肩膀上的麦克风。

“我没事。”她试图保持冷静和集体的语气，尽管她对美国人偷偷接近她并且没有遵循适当的礼仪感到恼火。“乔纳森刚到，给了我一个小小的惊吓。我们会掩护洞穴入口，直到你到达。

“沉默了很久。

“呃，珍？”

那是乔纳森在电话里的声音！

“我在你所在地以西五英里处。你在说什么？

一股寒意顺着她的脊椎流下，就在她感到后脑勺受到沉重的打击之前。撞击使她失去平衡，她跪倒在地，放下步枪，伸手去摸伤口。她看不清是谁袭击了她，但她能听到那个冒充美国猎人的脚步声。
 

“Jenaia，怎么回事？”Donovan 担忧的声音在她的收音机里噼啪作响。
 

她试图说话，但她的话语混乱且语无伦次。她能感觉到自己失去了知觉，挣扎着坚持住。
 

“耶奈娅，回答我！”多诺万的声音现在惊慌失措。“Bravo 和 Delta 团队，现在到 Forsythe 的位置！”

她的视线变得暗淡。一切都安静了。

*****
 

当怪物猎人醒来时，她发现自己被困在一个黑暗、潮湿和发霉的洞穴中。她的头抽痛着，但并没有她想象的那么严重。不管是什么让她失去知觉，一定是用了不止蛮力的力气把她打晕了。她的装甲背心、枪带和枪套都被拿走了。她的手和脚踝被粗粗的绳子绑住。值得庆幸的是，她的眼镜还戴着，她可以欣赏周围的环境。

该地区很冷，表明他们在洞穴系统中更深。来自未知来源的发光给洞穴带来了诡异的光芒，在长满苔藓的黑暗墙壁上投下阴影。这与外面原本阴暗的黑暗形成了奇怪的对比。她可以看到洞穴石头上描绘着怪物的石头，类似于石像鬼耸立在一个看起来像是祭祀圆圈的地方，中间有一个巨大的罐子。她能闻到死亡的味道。这不是一个好兆头。她环顾四周，看看是否有其他人与她一起被囚禁。没有其他人。

她能听到脚步声接近。她一动不动，希望自己能尽可能长时间地处于昏迷状态。如果她能解开束缚，她就可以逃跑。她的枪一定在附近，或者至少她希望它们在附近。如果没有，那么她宁愿在地球深处的洞穴中冒险，也不愿成为怪物的下一顿饭或祭品。不管是什么，它都很接近。它向她走来。她听不到它的呼吸。她闭着眼睛，在仔细聆听时保持着中立和平静的表情。

“睁开你的眼睛。” 一个声音。她脑海中有一个声音。“不要假装睡着来侮辱我。”

Jenaia 的血液变得冰凉，因为那个声音似乎是通过心灵感应对她说话。如果它在她的想法中，那么她知道它可以感知她的每一个恐惧、想法和行动计划。Escape 看起来比以前更苗条了。那是什么？吸血鬼？顶级亡灵绝对可以迷惑和操纵一个人的思想，但从未记录过通过心灵感应说话。夺心魔？一百多年来没有看到过一只。她睁开眼睛，趁机转过身来，看看耸立在她面前的东西。

她睁大眼睛，看到一个像男人一样站着的人。他的皮肤是深色的木炭色，被肌肉和骨骼扭曲，创造出令人着迷的卷须状过渡，似乎唤起了恐惧和阴影的惊人混合。这个人形人物的身体上没有一块布料或遮盖物，几乎没有给 Jenaia 留下关于他的形态或性别的想象空间。没有显示任何面部特征。一个空洞的、没有面孔的、没有头发的头坐在它宽阔的肩膀上，却低头看着她，仿佛他正在专心致志地注视着她的灵魂。她立刻就知道自己要面对的是什么。她读过所有能读到的关于怪物的知识，从东到西。

“你——你是个分身。”她轻声说。她只读过那些被认为是关于这些变形生物的谣言和故事。人们精心设计了许多战争的开始都是由于这些生物的狡猾和影响。只有一小部分被成功追踪并杀死，但因为它们的韧性和未知的生物记录Y，对他们真正了解不多。有传言说，它们中的许多人逃到北方，躲在荷兰山脉冬眠或慢慢灭绝。

他的声音听起来像是回声，仿佛他的想法是她自己的。“你认识我的同类，真是令人印象深刻。”他跨过了她。“我们只剩下少数人了。”

她的目光跟随着那个黑影走向一张临时桌子，她的枪带、收音机和枪支整齐地摆放在那里。这个黑暗的人形生物伸手捡起了她的 RCX，经过改装的格洛克 20 G3，然后像检查艺术品一样继续检查它。她的一部分希望这个生物足够愚蠢，以至于看向枪管的末端，不小心开枪自杀了。

“我早该知道你不是乔纳森。”她皱起眉头，开始微妙地尝试解开她的束缚。“如果你看到了他的形状，那么你就知道我们是来找你的。”

他没有回应。她不确定是他没有听到她的声音，还是他选择无视她。不管怎样，这让她有点生气。

“其他人在哪里？你绑架的那些人？Jenaia 质问，她的挫败感显而易见。每一次吸入的呼吸都让她的肺里充满了发霉的泥土，蜈蚣在她周边视野的角落里跳舞。这个地方让她感到不安。“他们安全吗？”

“我不知道他们是否安全，因为他们不在这里。” 他一边回答，一边继续检查她的枪支。他面无表情的身影转过身来，仿佛不安地看着她。“人们会认为他们深藏在你站在外面的地球洞里。我从远处听到了他们的哭声。
 

耶奈娅没有理由真的相信分身。被击倒并被拖进山洞肯定没有增强她对他的信心。尽管如此，她还是很好奇他会编造什么小故事来让她放松警惕，并不是说她现在处于一种防御地位。

“好吧，如果你没有带走它们，那是谁带走的？”

“来自南方的 Chamtas 群。很长的路。 那声音坚定而奇怪地令人信服。 “他们在两个月前来到了这个地区，就在我认领你的地方住下了。”

她无法反驳 Chamtas 是这些绑架案的罪魁祸首的概念。这些苍白瘦长的生物野蛮而残忍，但却出奇地聪明。这些夜行动物外表可怕，通常在深夜袭击，那里的目击者很少，抵抗力就更少了。然而，在饥饿的时候，它们会变得更大胆，并在黄昏和黎明时分发动袭击。有时，他们会穿着最新受害者的衣服，从而最后一次看到一个穿着西装的男人。真是奇怪的巧合。当然，她不能排除那是分身的可能性。

“你大快朵颐受害者的思想，以获得你的形态。你是怎么得到乔纳坦斯的？

如果他们在这种生物成型时遇到它，那就说得通了。尽管如此，根据她的研究，他的同类要么在被捕获后大快朵颐，要么在他们睡梦中大快朵颐。他们住的汽车旅馆有很多员工，他们本来可以进入他们的房间。分身以鬼鬼祟祟的小混蛋而臭名昭著。他一定从乔纳森身上拿走了足够的东西，以免严重耗尽或伤害他。

“我想你知道这个问题的答案。” 他听起来很有趣。 “你们这些猎人，好吵，好想杀人。你们都像羊圈中的害群之马一样脱颖而出。容易发现。易于定位。你最重要。你拥有的黑暗相当诱人。

她被他的话吓了一跳。“我拥有黑暗？你这是什么意思？她试图调整自己，坐起来，努力不显得脆弱，但惨遭失败。

那生物面无表情地盯着她。没有眼睛、嘴巴、鼻子或眉毛，很难分辨它的情绪状态。一眨眼，眯眼，一个微笑，一个傻笑，在这样的面孔下，它们都是不可能的。它默默地研究着耶奈娅，捕捉着构成她形状的每一条曲线、每一条线和每一个角度。在整个评估过程中，它的面容一直保持着严肃和冷酷。终于，它又在她的脑海中说话了。

“你不知道你的目的吗？”

“目的？”

“所以你不知道。真有趣。

“知道什么？看在他妈的份上，别再含糊其辞了！她沮丧地呻吟着。怪兽，那些会说话的怪兽，通常都喜欢神秘莫测。这很烦人。“什么目的？”

他歪着头，仿佛在思考她的问题。放下她的枪支后，他慢慢开始接近她。Jenaia 咬着嘴唇，争论着她是否应该尝试与这个生物讲道理。如果 MHI 被证明是有益的，那么 MHI 与 Monsters 和其他 Mythical 生物一起工作并非闻所未闻。在美洲各州，他们有魔法森林中的精灵和兽人部落与他们合作，尽管两者之间有着古老的世仇。的，他们甚至从她听到的招募了一个巨魔。也许有办法找到这个分身的理由，即使他们因其狡猾和欺骗的本性而臭名昭著。

当他接近她时，他的存在令人不安，高耸在她被束缚的身躯上，而她像一条刚钓到的鱼一样无助地躺在那里。她担心他会当场结束她。他迅速地抓住了她的皮衣领，将她从地上抬了起来。他的力量是非人的，远远超过任何凡人。Jenaia 看着他空洞的脸，既坚定又恐惧。

“你肯定感觉到了印记。” 他那令人毛骨悚然的声音悄悄地钻进了她的脑海。 “你已经感受到了旧日的召唤。你的神圣呼召，为他们的目的服务。

提供免疫力就这么多了，她心想。她挣扎着挣脱，她的脚在试图再次接触地面时晃来晃去。如果她能以某种方式挣脱他的束缚并得到她的一把枪，她就可以很快结束这一切。但无论她施加多少力气，她的身体都拒绝移动。

“你目睹了尼亚拉托特普的幻象。你有 Yog-Sothoth 的标记。就连你皮肤上的气味都告诉我，你受到了旧日者的祝福。你......“他停顿了一下。 “你的预言是预言的。你将成为伟大的血肉之母。

受到旧日的祝福？伟大的肉体之母？他在说什么？

“胡说八道！”她咬牙切齿地喊道。“我，侍奉古神？你已经完全失去了它。她试图让自己听起来自信，但恐惧却悄悄地渗入了她的声音。分身歪着头，让 Jenaia 想起了一只好奇的小狗。他仍然牢牢地抓着她的皮衣——几乎是不自然的。她在他手中待得越久，她就越感到虚弱。突然，他慢慢地让她失望了，让怪物猎人大吃一惊。在她还没来得及说什么之前，那个黑影就把她转过来，用他的胸膛蹭着她的背。他的手放在她的大腿上，然后开始爱抚和探索她的身材。

“我要在你身上试探他们的意志。” 他轻声说。

说她感到震惊和困惑是轻描淡写的。Jenaia 不知道该如何应对......这。当它们沿着她的两侧移动时，他的触摸是温柔而光滑的。由于她的束缚，她无法抗拒，但不知何故，她感觉到自己的抵抗开始消退。她无法理解发生了什么;一种奇怪的感觉占据了她。它从一种缓慢的、几乎难以察觉的刺痛开始，从她的核心辐射出来，然后出现在她的意识边缘，就像包裹着她感官的黑暗卷须。她从未想过存在的深沉、黑暗和邪恶的放荡想法开始渗入她的脑海，就像水从爆裂的管道中流出一样。

“什么......你对我做了什么？她勉强开口了，喉咙发干。“这是什么？”当那个黑影继续用手抚摸着她的身影时，她感到一阵快感。他的灵巧令人着迷，使她的心跳加快。

“不是我给你留下了印记。我只是唤醒了它。 他冷静但自信地回答。 “你被召唤成为少女，生下一个纯洁黑暗的孩子。” 他停顿了一下，仿佛让他的话语沉入其中。 “然而......缺少一些东西。您的未来...没有定论。 他的手移向她的乳房，仿佛触摸她的敏感区域会向他透露更多。 “啊，我明白了......你进行的仪式没有完成。打断。这个印记烙印在你的灵魂里，照亮了你，但与旧日支配者的联系......它很弱。只靠一根线坚持下去。
 

突然间，她恍然大悟。在新加坡的任务中，她和她的团队被血月教团俘虏，当她被锁在祭坛上时，他们抽取了她的血液，并强迫她喝下恶臭的脓液。就在那之后不久，她设法摆脱了束缚，杀死了大部分邪教成员。从那时起，她所承担的任务就不再相同了。她开始做可怕的噩梦，某些生物缩回并犹豫是否要攻击她，并且反复出现她生下可怕且不圣洁的生物的幻象。这让她感到害怕，但她试图说服自己，这只是她与邪教组织遭受磨难的后果。被献祭给邪教的创伤。

“是的，就是那个非常仪式......那个被你的蔑视打乱了，你被召唤来侍奉旧日们，把自己献给他们的黑暗仆人。 他的手继续摸索和按摩侧面和腰部。 “我必须承认，老人们的选择是正确的。你真是太可怕了。

他的手现在捂住了她被遮住的乳房，让她颤抖起来，在他的触摸下猛地吸了一口气。尽管她的手和脚踝被绑住，但内心有一种她可能不会抗拒的渴望。她怎么了？她试图挣扎。想要战斗，但她觉得自己的防御正在急剧削弱。

“不，这太疯狂了。”她反对，希望她的话能激发足够的抵抗力，以反击身体和她日益增长的。“在我之前放我走......”

“至于哪个仆人应该让你怀孕，我们没有定论。那张面孔是......雾蒙蒙的。 他的手开始按摩他制服皮上衣下她柔软的小丘。 “虽然我可以谈论旧日们，但我选择不侍奉他们。” 他面无表情的脑袋探出头来，仿佛要从后面对她耳语。 “在不可能的深渊中，我很有可能把一个黑暗之子送给你。”

Jenaia 突然感觉到束缚在她手上的束缚松开了，她的欲望从那里开始变得越来越强烈。恐惧、忧虑和渴望的混合体在她纤细的身躯上倾泻而下，就像海浪拍打着岸边。她需要被触摸。

“但是，当一个被选中的黑暗少女如此渴望参与她的召唤时，我有什么资格否认她呢？”

 

 

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El 29/06/2024 a las 13:49, el invitado dijo:

⭐ ¡¡¡CONJUNTO DE IMÁGENES!!!!⭐

Esta historia se basa en un personaje de Dungeons and Dragons interpretado por mi buena amiga, quien me dio su permiso para usarla. Aunque este tipo de interacción nunca ocurrió en nuestras sesiones, la personalidad y la historia de Faloria son perfectas. Me encantó interpretar a su personaje durante nuestras sesiones grupales. Es una increíble mezcla de bondad, amor, generosidad, altruismo, valentía y, además, tiene un lado juguetón y seductor.

El personaje Dragonborn es de mi propia imaginación y, si has jugado Skyrim, lo reconocerás como un Argoniano. El reto de Los Sims 4 es que no todo será fiel a la historia si decides jugar en un universo específico. Afortunadamente, los Argonianos se parecen tanto a un Dragonborn real en el mundo de Dungeons and Dragons que fue fácil decidir qué mods usar. Mi único arrepentimiento en este conjunto es no haberlo hecho lo suficientemente musculoso para darle una figura más fuerte e intimidante, así que para compensarlo, decidió convertirlo en un pícaro en la historia. Menos fuerte y más diestro.

Me encantó la habitación que elegí para esta escena. Quería que el ambiente mostrara una escena relajante e íntima, de confianza y deseo. Creo que la imagen final habla por sí sola sobre cuánto disfruté trabajando en este conjunto. Es una escena hermosa.

"Limpieza íntima"
de Sultry Sabria
 

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La cabeza del ogro golpeó con fuerza contra el escritorio de madera cuando Faloria y Skorvak presentaron la prueba del contrato cumplido. La enana sentada al escritorio dio un grito de sorpresa y casi se cae de la silla. Miró los ojos sin vida del ogro con una mezcla de asco y alivio. Tanto el clérigo como el pícaro estaban cubiertos de tierra y salpicaduras de sangre de la espantosa batalla que se había librado.

 

"¡Por la furia de Kord, quita eso de mi escritorio!" gritó la enana mientras intentaba arrancarle la cabeza de una patada con sus cortas piernas.

 

Faloria sonrió con picardía antes de agarrar el poco pelo que le quedaba al ogro y arrancarlo del escritorio. «Como desees». La clériga elfa ronroneó mientras arrojaba la cabeza a un barril cercano lleno de tierra. «¿Hablamos de nuestro pago?». Le guiñó un ojo a Skorvak con picardía antes de volver a prestarle atención al enano, disfrutando de la emoción de la caza y de la satisfacción que solo una misión completada podía brindarle. Era casi como una droga, y cada vez era más adicta a ella.

 

The Dwarf scowled at the Elf before taking a deep breath and regaining her composure. "Aye, payment." She winced at the grody blood puddle on her desk before reaching beneath her and pulling out a sack of gold coins tied with a red ribbon. "I already counted it, thrice. It's all there." She tossed the bag towards the two, not caring who caught it. Skorvak's swift hands managed to snatch it midair. "Two Hundred and fifty gold pieces for the Ogre. Ya've gone done a great service to our town. He was a trouble-maker, that one was."

 

"Any more line of work you have?" Faloria inquired, her voice oozing with seductive tones.

 

The female Dwarf looked flattered but disinterested. Likely already married or she didn't swing that way.

 

"Sorry missy," She stood up from her chair. "All cleaned out at the moment." She paused as she looked at the two. "Speakin' of which, the two of ya could use a cleanin' yourselves. I can smell his filth off of ya."Before either of them could say anything, the Dwarf reached into her pocket and pulled out a platinum. "Here," She flipped the coin towards Faloria who clumsily caught it after some fumbling. "Get yourself to the bathhouse. My treat." She began to shoo them both out. "Now get outta here before I get my piss bucket and hose ya off with it!" The feisty Dwarf exclaimed as she waved them away, eager to see them leave her office.
 

Faloria smiled warmly at the Dwarf and gave a slight bow in respect before making her way to the exit. Skorvak followed behind, still clutching the bag of gold. Once outside, the door slammed behind them, causing them to stand there slightly dumbfounded.

 

"What a charming woman." Skorvak muttered as he swiftly hid the coin pouch into his robes.

 

The Elf Cleric nodded before making her way towards the direction where she thought the Bathhouse would be located, with the Dragonborn following close behind.

"Shall we return to the Tavern and divide our pay?" Skorvak grunted, rubbing his aching muscles as he adjusted his backpack upon his shoulders.

 

"Indeed, we shall." Faloria agreed, her tone as sweet as ever. "After we take a dip at the bathhouse."

 

"Really, you're going to let her dictate your hygiene? You Elves are so dainty and delicate." The dragonkin growled in mild annoyance. " I don't see what the fuss is about bathing every damn day."

She directed her gaze at him in a defensive stare. "Hey, I don't bathe every day!" She could see an amused grin coming from the blue Dragonborn's maw. "Besides, we should treat ourselves should we not?"

 

"I prefer an ale."

 

She rolled her eyes at him but couldn't help but chuckle. She stepped towards him and grabbed him by his thick scaley arms as she began to tug and pull. Skorvak protested at first.

"Come now, you don't know what you would be missing out on."

 

She smirked as she pulled him with all her might. Despite wearing scale armor and chainmail, her intense training as a combatant and her ability to wield a heavy two handed sword, her strength was no match for the Dragonborn who was naturally stronger than her. She didn't even move an inch. Instead, he looked down at her with an amused grin before stepping forward, taking the lead and walking towards the direction of the bathhouse.

 

"Fine, but I won't enjoy it." Skorvak grumbled.

 

The Elf smirked deviously, raising a brow as she looked at his backside suggestively. "Pretty sure you will, friend."

 

******
 

"Can I help you?"

 

Faloria and Skorvak approached the Male Halfling at the front desk who grimaced at them for a moment at their bloody appearance before recomposing himself. The interior was warm and inviting, filled with the soothing sounds of dripping water and hushed whispers of other patrons. A soft scent of Oak leaves and Jasmine filled the air, making the already attractive environment even more appealing to Faloria's sense of smell. 

 

"Yes, pardon our appearance." The female Elf shared a glance with the Dragonborn Rogue, stifling a laugh as she noticed his grumbling expression. "As you can see, we are in desperate need of a clean up."

 

The Halfling, raised his bushy eyebrows as he examined the horrific splatter of Ogre blood upon them. "Oh, I can definitely tell." He grabbed a quill and dipped it in ink. "May I get your names please?"

"Yes, Faloria Lelethar and this is Skorvak." She replied happily. The rogue seemed to be in a stage of surrender and tolerance towards her extravagant way of seeing things.

 

The Halfling sketched their names in a ledger, his eyes focused and intense. If Faloria were to guess, the sight of blood made him queasy. "And what shall you require? The public bathhouse or private quarters?"

 

Faloria could feel the Dragonborn tense up at the question and immediately, she knew what to choose. "Private quarters please." She could feel her companion's eyes lock onto her in bewilderment and curiosity. Oh, she did enjoy making her traveling companions uncomfortable sometimes It just made things all the more sweeter to see their barriers slowly crumble. "We have business to discuss and would prefer we do not be disturbed for some time."

 

The Halfling gave her an inquisitive look but continued to jot down her information in the ledger. "Noted. For an additional 2 gold, we can have your armor cleaned and polished as well as your linens." He added, giving the unusual duo an assessing glance.

 

"That sounds lovely." She turned to Skorvak who appeared slightly uncomfortable. "That should give us all the time we need to clean up and talk business."

The reptilian rogue  nodded reluctantly, still looking puzzled by Faloria's request for privacy. But she had her reasons, and she was determined to make this encounter memorable, not just for Skorvak, but also for herself. To say that she had hoped for an opportunity like this was an understatement. She developed a bit of a crush on him ever since they met in Baldur's Gate. In this line of work, comrades and adventurers come and go and while the Elf had fooled around with many of them...she never had been intimate with a Dragonborn. Curiosity aside , she saw something in him that stirred her heart and body in ways that only a cleric of Sharess could understand. She wanted to experience the connection, the carnal need that could ignite between two of them under the moonlit sky. It was a temptation too tantalizing to resist.

 

"That will be six gold and twenty silver pieces."

 

Faloria, without thinking, flipped the platinum piece to the Halfling who looked surprised after he caught it in his hand.

 

"We wish to remain private for one hour." Faloria smiled at the Halfling. "Afterwards, please bring us some of your most expensive wine. Anything that is left, you may keep the change."

 

The Halfling nodded in firm understanding as he pocketed the gleaming platinum. He clapped his hand together and emerging from the pure white drapes that hung over the hall archways were two beautiful women, dressed in silk white dresses and golden sashes, both with red roses in their hair.

 

"Please take our esteemed guests to one of our finest private quarters." The Halfling instructed the two women with a smile.

The two women gave a slight nod before turning and walking in the direction of they entered from. Faloria and Skorvak followed the attendants, their curiosity getting the better of them with each step forward. The Elf couldn't help but appreciate the ambiance of the bathhouse, taking in the earthy aroma and subtle elegance. She found herself becoming increasingly intrigued by what lay beyond, her mind filled with naughty thoughts and scandalous scenarios.

 

As they entered the private chamber assigned to them, Faloria was rather impressed at how spacious and luxurious it looked. The room was filled with candles and silk drapes, an oversized tub filled with steaming hot water was provided at the center, and delicious scents of exotic oils and perfumes filled the air. A small table was placed by the fireplace where a decanter of brandy and refreshments were laid out.

 

The Dragonborn turned awkwardly to address the two women that escorted them. "There seems to only be one-" He stopped the moment he realized they parted, leaving he and his female companion alone in the private room of stone and luxury. He reluctantly turned to face the Elf who had a sultry smirk upon her lips. "Do you take pleasure in my discomfort, Faloria?"

 

She shifted her stance, presenting herself as if she were innocent, not wanting to reveal too much. "At times." She admitted, chuckling softly. "But I do believe in taking pleasure in the little things in life, like a long soak in a hot bath. If that makes you uncomfortable, then what kind of mercenary are you?" She turned to face him fully. "Besides, it's not every day we get to indulge ourselves like this."Faloria watched his expression carefully, hoping to gauge his reaction to her forwardness.

 

"You expect to take turns taking a bath? Really?"

 

"Don't be so tense, friend." The Elf smiled as she brought her hand suggestively to her chest. "We can both fit in there." She teasingly glanced upon the bath but did a side glance to catch his reaction.

Skorvak looked at the tub, then at her, and then back at the tub again. As the realization finally struck him, he stared at Faloria in surprise and reluctance. "You are suggesting something beyond sharing a bath together, aren't you?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but it was filled with intrigue and curiosity.

 

She casually walked towards him, holding his gaze. "Yes, Skorvak," she said, her own voice soft and sensual. "And if you are not interested, I will surely understand." She paused for a moment, locking her eyes with his. "But I have wanted this for a long time, and it would be a shame if we let this opportunity pass us by, do you not agree? My goddess certainly feels to are worthy to partake in her servant's flesh."

 

The Dragonborn hesitated for a moment, trying to sort out his thoughts.

 

La propuesta de Faloria lo tomó por sorpresa, pero al mismo tiempo, no podía negar que la idea de tener intimidad con ella era tentadora. Ella podía leerlo en sus rasgos reptilianos a pesar de sus escamas endurecidas y su tensa estructura facial. De alguna manera, Faloria siempre supo que él se había sentido atraído por la clériga elfa, maravillado por su belleza y fuerza, tanto interior como exterior. Sabía de su devoción a su Diosa, la misma Diosa que fomentaba y veneraba la dicha y la unidad coital. No era tímida en su proselitismo de su deidad, incluso ante aquellos que blasfemaban su santo nombre. Pero él la había respetado a ella y a su fe. Nunca la presionó ni la obligó a hacer nada que la incomodara, ni siquiera para su propio beneficio y placer. Era bastante caballeroso de su parte, otra cualidad que la guerrera elfa admiraba en él. Ahora, allí estaba ella, de pie frente a él, completamente vulnerable e invitándolo a entrar, y observó cómo sus ojos pasaban de la consideración al anhelo. Él quería esto.

 

—No te preocupes, fiel servidor de Sharess —dijo con voz firme y seria—. Lo deseo tanto como tú.

 

Ella le sonrió cálidamente mientras él recorría con la mirada su figura, imaginándolo sin sus pieles ni lino. "Me alegra oír eso. Ahora, ¿qué tal si me muestras lo que hay debajo de tu ropa?"

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