S1nZ - 11/14/2017
In another realm where Anna's parents and aunts were taken from, a lone arachne wanders the forest, believing she is the top of the food chain. Although still unnamed, she is the strongest amongest her now dead sisters, except the cowards who fled the nest, and now went out in search for a place to start her own nest, to hunt humans like her mother. Her mother has her children make their own name when they set up their own nest, though mainly because she is just lazy to come u

“Are you sure you want this~?” Your futanari girlfriend asks, looking over you as she sits at the edge of the bed, her sizable mounds of flesh partially blocking sight of her face as you kneel before her eager rod. You notice her eyes glancing to the side, at the other person in the room, your girlfriend’s girlfriend who is hungrily eyeing the woman’s hand filling sac.
 
With a nod, you lean forward to your girlfriend’s cock, tongue teasing the slit of the member as your hand

Lynn looked excitedly over at the sleeping beast, marveling at the green scales covering its body, and the spikes running along the creature’s draconic form. The forelimbs tucked under its body hid the wings’ webbing that went from the chest to arms of the creature. It would be a more marvellous sight if not for the various dents in its scales and broken spikes it incurred as it was captured. The cause of the damage grinned as she walked towards Lynn, patting the girl on the shoulder as

Cassandra led a life of death and blood; trained from a young age in both murder and subterfuge by her father, the current Guild Master of the Assassin’s Guild. She had also grown up on tales and fables, fed stories by her mother of valiant and heroic assassins who slew corrupt kings while sneaking past the guards who were forced to work under him. Perhaps it was due to her own guilty conscious that her mother had chosen to do so, but due to her mother’s teachings and tales, Cassandra gre

Twas the night before Christmas, and all were asleep.
 
Save for poor ol’ Chrisy, tossing and turning in bed
 
 
It was not anticipation for jolly Saint Nick, for She is much to old for such fables.
 
 
Instead she wreathed in pain, an injury from earlier that day.
 
 
Out on a date, with her lover named Lucy, misfortune only a corner away
 
 
Right in their path, was a trio of college bullies, jealous of Lucy, looking all so pretty
 

Julia and her elder sister, Luciel ,lived in a small town, her elder sister taking care of her after their parents died in a monster attack, going out to hunt for game for food and money. Meanwhile, Julia stayed at home, taking care of the place while her sister was away. She would go out occasionally, picking herbs from the town outskirts, but never venturing deeper, due to the dangers lurking within the trees, which she learnt about personally. During her first few days, after she came of a

“My queen, suitable souls have been spotted in the village of Nearon. I’ve already placed the bait, and they should arrive in a few days.” Sara said, bowing to the queen. Sara, short for Sarzakus, is a succubus contracted by the queen who holds the position of the queen’s right hand. Her long, black hair covers most of her nude body, which looks rather well proportioned except for her almost head sized breasts. Her royal blue skin, navy purple wings and tail from her back, and jet bla

Lucy sat at home, taking a break from the housework, undoing the ponytail on her shoulder length black hair. She watched the news report of yet another gruesome mass murder. An entire isolated apartment, inhabitants missing, but with so much blood on the walls that it would be impossible for them to still be alive. This had been happening almost every month, with nothing left except blood and bullet holes. The authorities were confounded by the case, but her mind could only go to her wife for