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Re: Just Twisting About
Wait, they have a game like that... ON THE WII? LOL.
Anyways.
@Picture: Bottom of the reflection in the mirror, between her legs; is that supposed to be her leg, or did you just mis-color part of the robe? Or is that something completely different altogether?
Wait, they have a game like that... ON THE WII? LOL.
Anyways.
@Picture: Bottom of the reflection in the mirror, between her legs; is that supposed to be her leg, or did you just mis-color part of the robe? Or is that something completely different altogether?
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Re: Just Twisting About
Nintendo has no problem with it, the Wii was made for all age groups(as in, games for all tastes, not just family-friendly)
Anyways-
The spot between her legs, that is most likely the fluffy part of the robe.
If you mean the dark part,
thats the wall.
Nintendo has no problem with it, the Wii was made for all age groups(as in, games for all tastes, not just family-friendly)
Anyways-
The spot between her legs, that is most likely the fluffy part of the robe.
If you mean the dark part,
thats the wall.
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Ahhh. Maybe. Cause the dark grey above it is the wall
He might be thinking that the white is the reflection and i miscoloured the robes white part dark grey?
Ahhh. Maybe. Cause the dark grey above it is the wall
He might be thinking that the white is the reflection and i miscoloured the robes white part dark grey?
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Ah
I thought you were saying that maybe he thought that because the reflection is white and so is the robe
that the reflection going over the leg and robe made it look like they were one thing ^^;
Ah
I thought you were saying that maybe he thought that because the reflection is white and so is the robe
that the reflection going over the leg and robe made it look like they were one thing ^^;
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Re: Just Twisting About
*&$*&%$&^%$*
The reflection in the mirror, the part between her legs, there's the wall, and then below it is what I'm assuming is the white part of the robe that could be seen between her legs. The glare is covering it, but it looks like you colored the part that I'm assuming is the robe a different color - it matches the color of the mirror's frame.
*&$*&%$&^%$*
The reflection in the mirror, the part between her legs, there's the wall, and then below it is what I'm assuming is the white part of the robe that could be seen between her legs. The glare is covering it, but it looks like you colored the part that I'm assuming is the robe a different color - it matches the color of the mirror's frame.
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Howdy!
I had said earlier in this thread that in a story I'm writing there was a rape scene coming up, from the p.o.v. of the rapist, and I just got done with that part of it. So I figured I'd post it here, since its explicit enough. =P
Mind you, this is the first time I've ever written anything like this. Never written anything involving sex in any way- consensual or forced. This was very different territory than I had ever been in, so let me know how it is, I guess. ^^;
Mind you, it wasn't really made to be all that erotic, as it is, well, a rape scene(though from the POV of the rapist, I guess it could be seen as erotic. I don't know >< Dxx)
Howdy!
I had said earlier in this thread that in a story I'm writing there was a rape scene coming up, from the p.o.v. of the rapist, and I just got done with that part of it. So I figured I'd post it here, since its explicit enough. =P
Mind you, this is the first time I've ever written anything like this. Never written anything involving sex in any way- consensual or forced. This was very different territory than I had ever been in, so let me know how it is, I guess. ^^;
Mind you, it wasn't really made to be all that erotic, as it is, well, a rape scene(though from the POV of the rapist, I guess it could be seen as erotic. I don't know >< Dxx)
Fully taking in the dread in his eyes, I extend my legs out and lower myself onto him- laying on top of my victim; my thorn. My breasts press against him, my chest to his. I bring my right arm down from the side of his head to his trousers, and begin to undo them, all while keeping my eyes trained on his; soaking up the fear- the pain- the submission. The dominance washes over my like a great sea of excitement; this is what I have longed for- this superiority that I have lacked for seemingly ages, I have gained it once more. I bring my left hand across his head, moving his hair from his face, and I lean in to lick up the tears in which fall from his eyes. He tries to flee, but he has nowhere to flee to. They taste of salt- they taste of the sea- my playground. I finish undoing his garments, and remove them only so far as to reveal his member- uncut, and limp. The latter shall change soon enough.
I bring my tongue over his quivering lips; and for a moment, mine touch his. I lay his phallus upon his stomach. I run a finger lightly along his urethra, and run circles about the wrinkled foreskin at the head, which causes shivers to be emitted by his soul-broken body. I continue to caress his soft flesh as I bring other hand down along my perfect vessel of a body, its impeccable design, its epitomic nature, and end between my legs, running my fingers along the wettened entrance to my desecrated temple, whose purity and chaste was destroyed many years ago aboard some nameless ship, in the very same way this man’s purity and chaste is being robbed this very night. My massaging of his member is having effect, as its size grows. Honey begins to seep from my orifice as my excitement builds as his discomfort does, and I grin as his breathing hastens- his chest ever quicker at pressing against my bulbous chest. I bring my hand from between my legs up to his face, and let my honey trip onto his lips, before bringing my hand down to my breasts, kneading one, as I slip myself further down the bed, my other breast’s erect nipple brushing his, causing a flinch and a whimper of involuntary pleasure. My legs hanging off of the foot of the bed, my chest reaches his thigh-corner. I encompass his flesh within my breasts, as he is not fully erect, and begin massaging him with them. Alternating directions, my left running one length while my right runs the other, I begin to feel myself overtaken by a trance of eroticism and sexual hunger. None can resist my, all with whom I have ruined have climaxed under me. Many say I am not a human, and they are correct- I am not human, nay- I am a Goddess. A goddess of perfection- of pleasure, of pain, of criminal; and of justice.
I remove my hands from my breasts and let them lay upon his thighs. I bring a hand down to wetten myself more, bring a hand underneath my breasts as to fondle upon his scrotum, and use my mouth upon his ever-hardened member, encircling it within my tongue, licking its length in entirety and returning to the head to caress it with my tongue. I hear the stretching of ropes as he tries with all his might to futility break his bonds, but to no avail. I bring the hand fondling his scrotum up top, and with two fingers I pull back the skin covering his member, and run my tongue over the hidden glands, as I begin to insert fingers into my temple, instead of simply running them along the lips. I run my tongue in between the glands and the skin, which squeeze down upon my efforts, before swallowing his member into my mouth and seal my lips around it.
I bring my head forward and back in repetition as to move along the member inside of my mouth, while playing at the urethra with my tongue, and at times removing it from my mouth to torture him by swirling my tongue around his member’s head. I must prolong this as long as I can- I must prolong this sense of superiority- absolute domination; until it is engraved into his mind that I am superior, I am dominant, I am to be followed, to be worshipped like the Goddess I am. I remove the member from my mouth, and begin rubbing its length with the hand with which I used upon his scrotum, whilst using my tongue on the tip of his hardened flesh. I look at his face, and see it drowned in tears. He is already broken, he has lost all hope, he lays there, simply accepting his fate, but that is not enough. I remove my hand from his phallus and bring myself back over him. I lean into his face and lick up more of the delicious liquid, before straddling over him again, looking at my work, before continuing.
I open the entrance to my temple, and lower myself onto him- just as they lowered themselves onto me. The member fills me, just as theirs did decades ago. The difference between then and now- then, I was weak. I was fragile, worthless, only useful to be bought and sold between ships for whatever deeds they wanted- whether it be manual labor, or sexual pleasure. Now, I am dominant. I am supreme. I am the opposite of my former self, a shadow of my present self. The antithesis of who I am. I am no longer that weakling lying upon the deck of a ship, struggling as my temple was violated time and time again, by disgusting cur. I am no longer the weakling that got gashed below her breast; and the events happening now are a testament to that.
I bring my hips down to connect with his. I raise them and lower them again in repetition- as I can feel him moving along the inner walls of myself. Sliding along, rubbing, grinding. It brings a burning sensation through-out my body. A primal frenzy of desire- I am alpha. I am the pack leader. I hold myself up with an arm, whilst I bring my other to knead my chest. My pacing and force increases, and sounds of flesh slapping together can be heard, as I begin to collide with him as opposed to connecting. The bed moves as I continue, and Keridan begins grimacing- as this is no matter of accepting fate. The force of my movements brings him pain as we connect. Pain to him is pleasure to me. I continue kneading my breast, my fingers rubbing against my nipples, tweaking them, and soon bring one to my mouth and begin to lick it; and as I begin to suck upon it, I begin to taste sweetness as my milk seeps into my mouth. Nectar of life. I let my breast fall back to where it was, and place my elbows upon the bed to change my movement; moving up and down the length of his shaft, body-wise, instead of slamming down upon it. My breasts slide their way about his lower chest, my nectar seeping out onto his body.
The burning pleasure that I had felt begins to build even more. I begin to moan slightly, and feel myself begin to sweat. The movements I am performing are making his member press against the most sensitive parts of my inner self. Soon I find myself lifting and lowering myself onto his shaft again; with more force and speed than previously. I hear him trying to scream in pain, but only coughs escape from his immensely sore lungs. The bed buckles and shakes as I bring myself down upon him with enough force to move the chair at the desk time and time again. Harder and faster, as the burning pleasure builds ever more inside of me. Harder, faster, harder, faster; My moans have escalated into cries and howls of ecstasy, and I scream out in pleasure as I reach my limit, pleasure flowing over myself wave after wave; sending shivers throughout my entire body as if I was thrown into the arctic. Milk flows from my breasts, landing upon his body. Euphoria- and as I soak in this sensational paradise, my body tightens around his member, causing him to climax against his will, releasing his seed inside of my desecrated temple. A temple whose fertility has been destroyed from countless acts of desecration and abuse. His seed is plenty, and my body soon loses strength, and I collapse upon Keridan as he releases inside of me. I had reestablished dominance, I was superior. The thorn had been taken care of. His phallus knows its job is done, and falls back to its limp size, removing itself from me; and letting his seed flow forth. His soul broken, his honour destroyed, his innocence gone, his body bruised, Keridan lies there, drowning himself in tears.
I feel something. An emotion- what is it? What is this I feel…?
I bring my tongue over his quivering lips; and for a moment, mine touch his. I lay his phallus upon his stomach. I run a finger lightly along his urethra, and run circles about the wrinkled foreskin at the head, which causes shivers to be emitted by his soul-broken body. I continue to caress his soft flesh as I bring other hand down along my perfect vessel of a body, its impeccable design, its epitomic nature, and end between my legs, running my fingers along the wettened entrance to my desecrated temple, whose purity and chaste was destroyed many years ago aboard some nameless ship, in the very same way this man’s purity and chaste is being robbed this very night. My massaging of his member is having effect, as its size grows. Honey begins to seep from my orifice as my excitement builds as his discomfort does, and I grin as his breathing hastens- his chest ever quicker at pressing against my bulbous chest. I bring my hand from between my legs up to his face, and let my honey trip onto his lips, before bringing my hand down to my breasts, kneading one, as I slip myself further down the bed, my other breast’s erect nipple brushing his, causing a flinch and a whimper of involuntary pleasure. My legs hanging off of the foot of the bed, my chest reaches his thigh-corner. I encompass his flesh within my breasts, as he is not fully erect, and begin massaging him with them. Alternating directions, my left running one length while my right runs the other, I begin to feel myself overtaken by a trance of eroticism and sexual hunger. None can resist my, all with whom I have ruined have climaxed under me. Many say I am not a human, and they are correct- I am not human, nay- I am a Goddess. A goddess of perfection- of pleasure, of pain, of criminal; and of justice.
I remove my hands from my breasts and let them lay upon his thighs. I bring a hand down to wetten myself more, bring a hand underneath my breasts as to fondle upon his scrotum, and use my mouth upon his ever-hardened member, encircling it within my tongue, licking its length in entirety and returning to the head to caress it with my tongue. I hear the stretching of ropes as he tries with all his might to futility break his bonds, but to no avail. I bring the hand fondling his scrotum up top, and with two fingers I pull back the skin covering his member, and run my tongue over the hidden glands, as I begin to insert fingers into my temple, instead of simply running them along the lips. I run my tongue in between the glands and the skin, which squeeze down upon my efforts, before swallowing his member into my mouth and seal my lips around it.
I bring my head forward and back in repetition as to move along the member inside of my mouth, while playing at the urethra with my tongue, and at times removing it from my mouth to torture him by swirling my tongue around his member’s head. I must prolong this as long as I can- I must prolong this sense of superiority- absolute domination; until it is engraved into his mind that I am superior, I am dominant, I am to be followed, to be worshipped like the Goddess I am. I remove the member from my mouth, and begin rubbing its length with the hand with which I used upon his scrotum, whilst using my tongue on the tip of his hardened flesh. I look at his face, and see it drowned in tears. He is already broken, he has lost all hope, he lays there, simply accepting his fate, but that is not enough. I remove my hand from his phallus and bring myself back over him. I lean into his face and lick up more of the delicious liquid, before straddling over him again, looking at my work, before continuing.
I open the entrance to my temple, and lower myself onto him- just as they lowered themselves onto me. The member fills me, just as theirs did decades ago. The difference between then and now- then, I was weak. I was fragile, worthless, only useful to be bought and sold between ships for whatever deeds they wanted- whether it be manual labor, or sexual pleasure. Now, I am dominant. I am supreme. I am the opposite of my former self, a shadow of my present self. The antithesis of who I am. I am no longer that weakling lying upon the deck of a ship, struggling as my temple was violated time and time again, by disgusting cur. I am no longer the weakling that got gashed below her breast; and the events happening now are a testament to that.
I bring my hips down to connect with his. I raise them and lower them again in repetition- as I can feel him moving along the inner walls of myself. Sliding along, rubbing, grinding. It brings a burning sensation through-out my body. A primal frenzy of desire- I am alpha. I am the pack leader. I hold myself up with an arm, whilst I bring my other to knead my chest. My pacing and force increases, and sounds of flesh slapping together can be heard, as I begin to collide with him as opposed to connecting. The bed moves as I continue, and Keridan begins grimacing- as this is no matter of accepting fate. The force of my movements brings him pain as we connect. Pain to him is pleasure to me. I continue kneading my breast, my fingers rubbing against my nipples, tweaking them, and soon bring one to my mouth and begin to lick it; and as I begin to suck upon it, I begin to taste sweetness as my milk seeps into my mouth. Nectar of life. I let my breast fall back to where it was, and place my elbows upon the bed to change my movement; moving up and down the length of his shaft, body-wise, instead of slamming down upon it. My breasts slide their way about his lower chest, my nectar seeping out onto his body.
The burning pleasure that I had felt begins to build even more. I begin to moan slightly, and feel myself begin to sweat. The movements I am performing are making his member press against the most sensitive parts of my inner self. Soon I find myself lifting and lowering myself onto his shaft again; with more force and speed than previously. I hear him trying to scream in pain, but only coughs escape from his immensely sore lungs. The bed buckles and shakes as I bring myself down upon him with enough force to move the chair at the desk time and time again. Harder and faster, as the burning pleasure builds ever more inside of me. Harder, faster, harder, faster; My moans have escalated into cries and howls of ecstasy, and I scream out in pleasure as I reach my limit, pleasure flowing over myself wave after wave; sending shivers throughout my entire body as if I was thrown into the arctic. Milk flows from my breasts, landing upon his body. Euphoria- and as I soak in this sensational paradise, my body tightens around his member, causing him to climax against his will, releasing his seed inside of my desecrated temple. A temple whose fertility has been destroyed from countless acts of desecration and abuse. His seed is plenty, and my body soon loses strength, and I collapse upon Keridan as he releases inside of me. I had reestablished dominance, I was superior. The thorn had been taken care of. His phallus knows its job is done, and falls back to its limp size, removing itself from me; and letting his seed flow forth. His soul broken, his honour destroyed, his innocence gone, his body bruised, Keridan lies there, drowning himself in tears.
I feel something. An emotion- what is it? What is this I feel…?
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MORE ART!
And thus ends my art for a while!
first off, my bi-annual Adult Saria pinup/porn!
also, cum-on-mouth variant!
Also!
Swat Kats pinup/porn!
Bukkake Variant!
Smaller bust!
aaand bukkake variant of smaller bust!
Also! My tablet is being sent in for repairs. once that is done(it'll take at least a few days, at most two or three weeks[YIKES!]) i'll start drawing porn again!
MORE ART!
And thus ends my art for a while!
first off, my bi-annual Adult Saria pinup/porn!
also, cum-on-mouth variant!
Also!
Swat Kats pinup/porn!
Bukkake Variant!
Smaller bust!
aaand bukkake variant of smaller bust!
Also! My tablet is being sent in for repairs. once that is done(it'll take at least a few days, at most two or three weeks[YIKES!]) i'll start drawing porn again!
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PENCIL SKETCHES BITCHES
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One of Gally/Alita, from Gunnm/Battle-Angel Alita!
One of Kerrigan from Starcraft!
One of Isma from Berserk!
One of Wendy from... Wendy's!
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PENCIL SKETCHES BITCHES
:|
One of Gally/Alita, from Gunnm/Battle-Angel Alita!
One of Kerrigan from Starcraft!
One of Isma from Berserk!
One of Wendy from... Wendy's!
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That reminds me of playing StarCraft way back when. I actually felt bad about what happened to Kerrigan, because I pretty much thought she was just gonna be like a mindless hivemind zergling like the rest of the spawn. But I was a bit surprised when she retained a good portion of her personality, and even overthrew the Zerg overmind. So I didn't think that Kerrigan was destroyed, so much as I figured she was 'set free' from the bonds that the military placed around her mind.
That reminds me of playing StarCraft way back when. I actually felt bad about what happened to Kerrigan, because I pretty much thought she was just gonna be like a mindless hivemind zergling like the rest of the spawn. But I was a bit surprised when she retained a good portion of her personality, and even overthrew the Zerg overmind. So I didn't think that Kerrigan was destroyed, so much as I figured she was 'set free' from the bonds that the military placed around her mind.
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As simply as can be put- she evolved. Evolved beyond anyone(okay, maybe not the Overmind's)'s expectations.
She plays a major role, especially when you consider she was a joke character at first
As simply as can be put- she evolved. Evolved beyond anyone(okay, maybe not the Overmind's)'s expectations.
She plays a major role, especially when you consider she was a joke character at first
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lets see if this works..
More sketches!
This one is of a friend of mine with ridiculously massive boobs. Whee.
This one was a commission I just finished yesterday, and got approved for posting. Ya'll should recognize her
lets see if this works..
More sketches!
This one is of a friend of mine with ridiculously massive boobs. Whee.
This one was a commission I just finished yesterday, and got approved for posting. Ya'll should recognize her
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The Occult of Battle Jesus?
The Occult of Battle Jesus?