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My Sister The Moron, A Research Paper by Constanina Elvrina

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Princess Tristabelle Elvrina

 

Researcher: Princess Constantina Elvrina of Clan Elvrina of Golden Land
Research focus: The intelligence level of Princess Tristabelle Elvrina and the detriment it causes to her life

A wide range of incidents has resulted in many questioning this author’s sister, Princess Tristabelle Elvrina’s exact intelligence level. Open speculation within Hildegarde Palace persists she is intellectually frail. After extensive research and talking with my sister, I have concluded Tristabelle has the lowest intelligence level of any elf in the kingdom of Golde Land. Beyond the elven race, she is acts in ways consistent of someone only moderately more intelligent than your average orc.

My research findings incidate Tristabelle owns an incredible inability for critical thought, a failure to learn from past mistakes, and is more gullible than the average fairy child under the age of 10.

In a series of questions, Tristabelle provided me with the following insights:

Constantina: Tristabelle, what is safe sex?
Tristabelle: Why, it is when you lock the door so interlopers can not molest you!

Constanina: This a food wrapper from America. I would like you to read the content of the front label to me.

Tristabelle: M and m-s….M and Miss!

Constantina: Tristabelle, why do you only wear thongs?
Tristabelle: They are much easier for my mate to pry to the side than panties!

Constantina: Tristabelle, I would like to quote an American idiom and you tell me your opinion. “If you look up the word dumb in the dictonary, Princess Tristabelle’s face will be next to it.”
Tristabelle; That is poppycock and faldariddle! I have never done a dictionary photoshoot in my life,

I would have liked to interview Tristabelle further but he stated she had to meet a troll under a bridge about purchasing said bridge. She did not listen to me when I claimed trolls were constant liars and frauds and that the crown already owned that bridge. Tristabelle was found bent over a rock beneath the bridge, her freshly sodomized rear end hiked high into the air.

Further, the research indicates that Tristabelle’s lack of intelligence is a threat to her safety unmatched by any other’s dimwitted nature. In three months of sample size Tristabelle fell for four scams, three traps, and suffered five kidnappings. She states that as a result of these occurrences, she became a sex slave numerous times. The only reason we do not have an accurate number is because Tristabelle declares, “intercourse and counting are two mutually exclusive activities!”

As an aside, it seems Tristabelle has trouble counting past 68. She explains that her math tutor said he would “owe her one” after she performed oral sex upon him.

By researching Tristabelle’s stupidity, and the effects of her captures, I believe, to use a colloquial phrase, “Tristabelle is getting her brains fucked out.” I believe that Tristabelle’s captors are engaging in such rough sex with her that her brain is becoming rattled and damaged. There is no medical or magical precedence for this. But, there is little to explain why she keeps falling for the same traps and believes in such obvious tricks.

Tristabelle told me I should not worry as her captors typically ejaculate in her anus and not on her face. Thus her makeup is “always preserved.”

Shortly after I wrote this summary, Tristabelle went off to chase down a wererabbit passing off counterfeit copper pieces. She chased him to his ‘rabbit hole,” not knowing wererabbits don’t have rabbit holes, and got stuck haflway upon diving in head first. Our sister Astrid, found Tristabelle, stuck in the hole, being sodomized by the wererabbit in question.

Big Things Inside A Small Package, the Dusty Blackwood Bio!

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Name: Dusty Blackwood
Height: 5’0
Species: Pixie
Favorite Sex Position: Cowgirl
Relatives: Mariagold Blackwood (mother), Brady Blackwood (father), Baron Blackwood (uncle), Eleanor Blackwood (elder sister), Desmond Jackson (step father)
Powers: Creation of pixie dust. Flight. Elemental manipulation. Limited emotional manipulation.

The date of Dusty’s conception is just as important as her birth. Or so says one of the most expensive wise men in the Fairy Kingdom. That day was the day of Fairy Revolution Wrestling (FRW) Dirty Deeds 17 where Brady and Baron Blackwood lost their tag titles to the East Saint Louis Militia, Marigold Blackwood made her in-ring debut in a thong battle royal, and Brady fucked Marigold’s brains out under the ring as Zack Santa Monica defend the FRW World Heavyweight Championship against Xantavius Franklin Long.
Dusty’s conception occurred in a storm of violence, Blackwood aggression, black male dominance, hot lesbian action, and rough sex. All the things Dusty loves most!

Upon, hearing that Marigold thought she might give up on her daughter. Certainly, Dusty was not following in Marigold’s lofty footsteps; thanks to Alvin Moneystacks generous contributions to the Fairy Kingdom council Marigold was named Tooth Fairy. Her mother’s promotion and lofty status didn’t change her nature. Dusty was destined forever to be a problem child.

Since grade school Marigold received complaints that Dusty assaulted the other children who dared to call wrestling fake. Wedgies were dispensed, heads were dunked in toilets, bodies were slammed. If anyone dared to question the legitimacy of professional wrestling Dusty would whip them like a government mule! This went on until ninth grade. Nobody did expulsions like Dusty Blackwood, who found herself kicked out of every school in the Fairy Kingdom. Even the leprechaun ones!

That meant Dusty had to go to school in GASP the human world! To a nicer girl, it couldn’t have happened. Thus Dusty found herself attending Spring Yard Highschool, home of The Filthy Animals. After her first week where she put a sophomore boy through a cafeteria table for some minor offense and told her guidance counselor, all she cared about was her freaks and her peaks, it looked like she was heading for another expulsion. Then gym class came, and the legend of Tennesse’s greatest highschool volleyball player began.

Dusty crushed the opposition in gym class to the notice of the school’s volleyball coach. The coach told Dusty the little one could be the star player, and Dusty holla’ed because she heard her. Spring Yard High School found their Filthiest Animal yet.

Sportsmanship wasn’t Dusty’s cup of tea. She’d kindly inform the opposition from across the net, “You’re Next!” Victories came often for Spring Yard as they won the state championships all four years of Dusty’s volleyball career

Of course “you’re next!” is also what Dusty has said to the legion of black guys she’s sucked and fucked. It’s quite fitting her mother leaves a few bucks under children’s pillows, as her child is a two-dollar slut getting her double D pillows coated in black dick jizz!

The wise man said that day of Dirty Deeds is the source of Dusty’s black cock fixation. But Dusty would tell you it was when she was backstage for a Fairy Revolution Wrestling show and
stumbled across an open door to what we would term the men’s shower. But as Dusty’s doe eyes took in all that black dick the quickly corrupted numskull would define it as El Dorado, the city of black gold. She immediately rushed home and found the biggest phallus in the house, a cucumber and drilled her sinful pussy to the thought of those beautiful black wrestlers.

But, her first experience with black guys came by happenstance. On a search for her volleyball coach, she instead found the fuming all black school maintenance staff; the foursome were angry over their denial for a raise. And what better way to take revenge on the school than to fuck one of their prized students?

Little Dusty sucked on each nine inch plus dong until her esophagus expanded! The poor pixie nearly passed out from all the black filling her throat! The little bitch got tossed around like a pair of dice as her pussy got pounded into tenderized meat.

Marigold thought maybe Dusty needed to learn responsibility beyond the volleyball court so made her get a job. Dusty started her own cleaning service. Which she proceeded to break both Fairy Kingdom and earth law by only cleaning black guys houses. Too lazy to clean properly, Dusty made up for that by showcasing her fat white ass in a teeny tiny maid dress and her plump knockers in black bikini top.

Clients quickly learned they had to be home when Dusty cleaned…because that’s when the real service began! The slutty teen didn’t think she was going against mom’s orders if she took it up the pooper so through the rear dear her BBC clients went. Alas, no one cared what Marigold or Dusty thought. So the bulls took control and routinely jackhammered the trashy teen’s snatch beyond the point where she screamed for mercy!

This southern tramp has a big fat white ass and loves to get it filled by big black dongs! One of her favorite position is to have her legs bent behind her head while her mighty black lover stretches out her shit pipe! The nitwit enjoys when her chocolate lovers make her crawl across ther floor to suck her ass juices off their dicks.

Thanks to her own set of double D knockers, Dusty has a thing for big tits! If she can get a hold of a woman with sizable hooters, Dusty’s gonna grab them and grope them whether the chick is consenting or not! As a lover of women, Dusty is a take-charge kind of girl and always makes sure her lady lover is left fucked to sleep from the pleasure. The cowgirl isn’t the most proficient with toys, but she’s a grade A pussy eater.

Shockingly, Dusty has a few talents beyond sucking black dick, getting butt fucked playing volleyball, and licking clit. Her fae powers put her in the cream of the crop. She can manipulate elements with the force of Magneto manipulating metal. She produces pixie dust at a prodigius rate. She can fly faster and father than any pixie in the fairy kingdom.

It was a shame the Fairy Council deemed her too violent to promote to full fledged fairy. That marked a great emabrassment for Marigold who’s other daughter, Eleanor, had been one of the youngest ever promoted to fairy.

Dusty’s scandal was part of the reason she left the Fairy Kingdom and Tennesse to play volleyball at Hemera University. The other reason was she met Princess Tristabelle. Sure, Princess Tristabelle wasn’t very bright, she was forgetful, aloof, temperamental and immature, but those dairy pillows! And those legs! And those lips! And that hair! And that voice! And those dance moves! And that smile! And that blahblahblahblahblahblahlbh

Playing To Score by Lisabet Sarai

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Matt was supposed to be just a hot hook-up. Then he turned on the charm and brought out the bondage gear.Jason Hofstadter comes to the Four States Annual Scrabble Tournament for two reasons: to play for the trophy and to get laid. Every year since his first, he’s managed to score with one of the other guys attending. He figures that he’s hit the jackpot when he spots handsome, bookish Matt Sawyer, who’s competing at the Four States for the first time.

Shy and seemingly innocent, Matt turns out to be full of surprises. First he jumps Jason in the rest room at Starbucks. Then he reveals that he’s into BDSM and encourages Jason to top him. Finally, despite his lack of experience with tournament play, Matt ends up facing Jason across the board in the semi-final round. When Matt throws the game he should have won, Jason is forced to confront his own feelings: about winning, about casual sex, and about Matt.

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound under the title Crossed Hearts. It has been revised, expanded and re-edited for this release.

 

 

Buy Links

Kinky Literature – https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/8642-playing-to-score/

Amazon  US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08VRVVYZG

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08VRVVYZG

Smashwords –  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1067359

Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/playing-to-score-lisabet-sarai/1138737494?ean=2940164803995

Kobo –  https://www.kobo.com/th/en/ebook/playing-to-score

Add on Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/56935995-playing-to-score

Write Or Die

I once read a quote that went something along the lines of saying there’s no point in writing a novel unless you must write that book or else go crazy or die. This is how I feel about every piece of writing I have done since high school. I have to write it, or I have to die. It may not be good in the end; I may scrap it in the middle, I may finish it, then cannibalize it for use in other works. But if I ain’t writing, I’m dying.

 

I had no choice but to write my first novel… It was, in fact, the first book I had ever written. Originally, I wrote a movie script because if I didn’t write it, I would die a horrible, dramatic death. After many painful revisions, rewrites, and savage cuts, I produced something resembling a decent script. Decent in my mind. But worthy in Hollywood’s mind? Well…Getting a producer to buy a script is like getting a Vegan to buy a Big Mac. Try as I might, the big Hollywood checks weren’t coming. My efforts to sell the script resulted only in sorrow and despair.

 

They didn’t result in me giving up on the story. Unlike other works where I’ve realized their lack of marketability or just knew that only someone in the throes of mania would enjoy them, I knew Splendificent deserved to get a shot with the masses.

 

My good friend and mentor, Melody Jackson, suggested I turn my script into a novel. At first, I was skeptical; I still had the dream of seeing it on the big screen. Or at least see it on my Netflix watchlist. It was only when I understood the possibilities of making it a book that I became hyped to the hilt. It wouldn’t just be a movie with my script mutilated by a director’s vision. It would be my baby come to life.

 

In the transition from screenplay to novel, much was altered. I depowered The Hot Squad from Powergirl like heroes to a more vulnerable supernatural type. Instead of being characters from a magic sketch pad, they were college girls trying to find their way for their freshman year. I took the story and Giselle out of a small California town and dropped it into the middle of Manhattan. It was different. But it was still my baby.

 

I never once doubted its potential for publication. Yes, I knew the odds were against me, but I felt I was against the odds, if that makes sense. It turns out someone should have placed a bet on me. The original book version, Giselle and The Hot Squad, the first book I’ve ever written, was accepted by the very first publisher I sent it to. I had to tell the other publishers who were reading the book not to bother; I’ve already been spoken for.

 

With this reboot as Spendificent, the real hard part starts now… Getting someone to read my deluded ramblings. I could suffer from drastic underexposure, terrible reviews, or flat out disinterest from the reading public. It could be I totally misread what people want to read. Maybe I’m the only one interested in Giselle and her Hot Squad.

 

Whatever happens, I’m glad I wrote the story. Because if I hadn’t, I’d be dead.

It’s Not Too Late For a Christmas Adventure with The Hot Squad!!!

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The Splendificent Series’ Hot Squad is spreading more than Christmas cheer this holiday season!

Giselle Nyfall,.the self-appointed leader of the ass-kicking babes known as The Hot Squad is getting a Christmas treat made for a girl on the naughty list! Prince Krisdane Elvrina, pure elf and royal of the magical country of Golden Land is paying the girls a holiday visit.

Giselle schemes to get the handsome prince under her carefully laid mistletoe. When her plan actually succeeds (unlike usual), Giselle drags Krisdane onto the naughty list and gets his tinsel in her tangle! But a horrible curse manifests that momentarily transforms Krisdane into a Christmas tentacle creature that’s far from Frosty The Snowman! Most women might dive out the window of Giselle’s Penthouse condo at the sight of what Krisdane becomes. But the wild Giselle dreams of a white Christmas, and she’s going to get it!

But with the royal order riding on keeping Krisdane as a glorious elf it’s up to Giselle to team with his sexy siblings to find where this Christmas curse originated. This takes them to a mysterious psychic, through a mountain of Krisdane worshiping fan mail, and into a perverse gingerbread house. When they solve the curse’s mystery, it carries Giselle, The Hot Squad and Krisdane into a battle with a twisted version of a Christmas icon!

Can Giselle return her dream guy to the handsome prince that brings joy to the world? Or will the curse caster be the one laughing under the tree this year?

 

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Interview With A Kitsune

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Name: Sofi Poe
Age: 18
Species: Kitsune
Home: Miami, FL
Relatives: Tammy Mae(mother), Gus Poe (father, deceased)

Intrepid scribe Dacy Alex, expert in all things supernatural and Giselle and The Hot Squad sat down with Hot Squad member Sofi Poe for an exclusive interview! Let’s read!

DACY: Sofi, thanks for sitting down with me for this interview.

SOFI: No problem! Usually, you have to pay twenty four dollars a month for my private snap for this sort of access.

DACY: Twenty four…well…tha-

SOFI: And then fifteen dollars a month for my private IG.

DACY: Fifteen more dollars?!

SOFI: Then there’s my patreon. Tiers start at ten dollars where I’ll send you one bikini polaroid per year, and go up to three hundred dollars where I’ll send you three bikini polaroids a year.

DACY: Three hundred dollars? A month?

SOFI: Do you think I’m selling myself short?

Interviewer swallows hard. Swallowing indignation and his words.

SOFI: Of course I am! Obvi. Sofi, you are the prize.

DACY: So the interview…

Sofi claps her hands together and bounces up and down. This sends her huge jugs shaking!

SOFI: The interview! I know your market research has shown me to be the Hot Squader everyone adores.

DACY: Market research eh…

SOFI: I mean who wouldn’t love me? I’ve got the juiciest booty of the group, the biggest breasts of the gang and the sharpest wit.

DACY: Do you now?

SOFI: And the reddest hair!

DACY: Now that we can agree on.

SOFI: People just love the color red. Cherries. Strawberries. And people like me! I’m in the top 1 percent of OnlyFans content creators. So make like Dorothy and follow the yellow brick ho to my OnlyFans to see her getting smashed like a brick house!

DACY: So-

SOFI: And I make my one hundred percent Sofi guarantee!

DACY: There’s guarantees involved in this shit?

SOFI: All dicks are personally measured to be seven inches or above. Also I’m not counting total dick size in scene so two five inch dicks equal ten inches worth of dicks. I mean I’m getting spit roasted by seven inches plus a piece! And I want all my ladies to know I get tea bagged and throat fucked in very feminist approved ways.

DACY: What seems to be the most popular scenes on your OnlyFans?

SOFI: You’ve seen my ass, haven’t you?

DACY: Boy, have I!

SOFI: The boys go crazy for each cock crammed in this giant can! That’s why I can charge the big bucks, because the big ones are being crammed up this virgin tight tush.

DACY: Take my money now!

SOFI: Can do!

DACY: Let’s talk about the elephant in the room.

SOFI (clapping hands. again): You mean how you’re sporting an erection as thick as an elephant’s trunk?

DACY: Yes, I mean no, no. I’m a professional! You’re a Kitsune…

SOFI: I sure am!

DACY: Which is a Japanese fox spirit.

SOFI: You betcha.

DACY: But you’re half black, half white..

SOFI: You betcha.

DACY: You’re a part black, part white Japanese fox spirit. Let’s clear this up for the people. How is that possible?

SOFI: I don’t see anything odd about it. You know how in anime the characters are Japanese but white? Well kitsune are the inspiration!

DACY: That’s your final answer? Really?

SOFI: I can always block you from my OnlyFans.

DACY: No, no, that was a good answer. Uh anyway, let’s talk about your infamous mother.

SOFI: My mom is Tamamo no Mae or Tammy Mae the toughest as fuck kitsune you’d ever wanna meet. Don’t at me.

DACY: I won’t. I hear she’s been the mistress to Japanese emperors, American presidents, European kings, African warlords, and South American dictators.

SOFI: And she recorded a disco album! It didn’t sell well.

DACY: But all these relationships went south, didn’t they?

SOFI: Mom’s just a very passionate lover, and sometimes, actually all the time these powerful men couldn’t handle a powerful woman in bed.

DACY: And these men are overthrown, or fall ill, or get impeached, or get beheaded all because your mom is a dom?

SOFI: Sex is stressful, son.

DACY: Are you a dom?

SOFI: I’m a whatever the mood calls for, Dacy. But you know what? A lot of men like it when you throw them on the bed, slap em around, ride em real hard, choke em, tell them they failed their kids, make fun of their bald spot, steal their debit card, that sort of thing.

DACY: I’ll stick with Giselle thank you very much.

Sofi puts on a humorous pout.

DACY: Sofi. Some might say you happen to be a gold digger.

SOFI: I prefer to think of myself as an erotic capitalist.

DACY: So who’s the richest guy you’ve had sex wth?

SOFI: That doesn’t own an NBA team?

DACY: I have no chance. Oh well. So lemme ask you, what can a kitsune do?

SOFI: What don’t we do?

Sofi just sits there twiddling her thumbs like that was enough of an answer.

DACY: Uh…can you elaborate?

SOFI: I sure can! We can get things lit as fuck! And I mean literally because some of us can shoot fire from our tails, and some can shoot lightening. And lemme tell you once you’ve had a lightning dildo you’ll never go back to your old dildo. Trust me.

DACY: I’m scared that we actually can trust you.

SOFI: But if you wanna be in a chill mood I’ve even heard of ones who can shoot ice from their tails. It’s pretty common to use a lightning and ice dildo at the same time, ya know.

DACY: Think twice before you go fox hunting.

SOFI: Like my poor daddy, killed by a fox. Miss you daddy! So anyway we can all shape shift to human and fox and demi human. But the older a fox spirit gets the more powerful they get. My mom can make illusions or sneak into dreams to influence people which I think might be how she got a great deal on her Range Rover.

DACY: I still drive a 2010 Corolla. So as we close this interview you can plug your social media accounts which I know you’ve been dying to die.

SOFI: Find me always at MiamiRedFoxxx! But it’s fuck that bitch MiamiRedFox for life!

DACY: Preach.

The Pornographer’s Apprentice by Lisabet Sarai

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Today we celebrate a new release by my good friend Lisabet Sarai~!

 

The Pornographer’s Apprentice

The Toymakers Guild, Book 1

By Lisabet Sarai

In prudish, patriarchal Victorian England, nineteen year old prodigy Gillian Smith finds a secret society dedicated to the erotic arts. She’ll need both her intellect and her physical charms to earn the permanent position she craves.

Inspired by a salacious catalogue found in her deceased uncle’s library, she applies for an apprenticeship with the Toymakers Guild. The Guild fabricates bespoke sexual artifacts for the private pleasure of select clients – an occupation for which Gillian, with her technical abilities and her lascivious temperament, is eminently suited.

The other apprentices, initially skeptical about a female engineer, become enthusiastic supporters once they’ve tested her erotic aptitude. The voluptuous Governing Director, and the dashing French journeyman likewise help expand her carnal repertoire. The final decision, however, rests with the reclusive Master Toymaker, who has been missing for nearly two years.

When an unscrupulous nobleman sets up a competing enterprise, he threatens not only the livelihood of the Guild’s members but their lives as well. Gillian hatches an audacious plan to entrap the villain, save the Guild, and leave the absent Master no choice but to grant her heart’s desire.

If you like steam punk erotica with a kinky feminist bent, you’ll love The Pornographer’s Apprentice.

 

Buy Links

Kinky Literature – https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/8424-the-pornographers-apprentice-the-toymakers-guild-book-1/

Amazon  US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08MWMZZGP

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08MWMZZGP

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1053072

Barnes and Noble – Coming Soon

 

Kobo –  Coming Soon

 

Add on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/55857159-the-pornographer-s-apprentice

Smashing Bumpkin: A Halloween Story

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“I’m ready for my Cummunity Service!

All Dusty Blackwood did was punch Hixon Crowflock in the stomach when he said wrestling was fake. Sure he fell off the wooden bridge and onto that group protesting in favor  gnomes rights. But it wasn’t her fault he couldn’t use his wings, or that those gnomes couldn’t move fast enough.

 

The fairy council deemed community service her punishment. They stated the punishment would have been far more severe had she not been the tooth fairy’s daughter.

 

Dusty stood in the Parisa Medical Center Tree, a thick-bodied tree that rested in Gorias, the American fairy kingdom’s capital city. The  Medical Center, adorned with a shimmering red cross, sat beside a wide-bodied medical school connected to the hospital.

 

They told Dusty she’d  serve the community by cheering up the patients for Halloween.

 

What an awful night! Dusty had planned to secure a mountain’s worth of candy and treats and then sell them to the neighbrhood kids, who could never acquire as much treats as she did!

 

Instead Dusty stood in the lobby of the Medical center in a lab coat next to Doctor Rae Moonbeam, a BBW fairy in the truest sense of the word.; she sported knockers even bigger than Dusty’s along with a wide waist and mammoth rear end. Dusty wondered where she found clothes to fit her.

 

“Knock out!” The doctor crowed as she looked Dusty up and down.

 

“What?” Dusty asked.

 

“You’re a knockout—the tooth fairy’s daughter for sure. Don’t worry. You’re not the first high profile person we’ve had on community service duty. Sadly, one of our very own fairy councilors was here last week after he slapped a knocker who called Santa Claus a socialist.”

 

“That damn hypocrite. But, I’ll tell ya what, when you call Santa Claus a bad word the next thing you better be calling is an ambulance because it’s your ass.”

 

“With that attitude, I’m sure we’ll be meeting many times again. But, I’m glad you wore an appropriate costume. You even have a stethoscope. Please don’t use it to choke anyone.”

 

“I ain’t making no promises.”

 

The doctor chuckled then extended her hand to the door, “Our first stop will be a poor fellow, who…well…you do you know griffins have an acute hearing?”

 

“They sure do,”

 

“Ah, well, this gentlemen, Laren, was simply practicing his lute playing one day when he found out his tune seriously angered the nearby griffin nest. No less than three baby griffins rammed him with their heads until he managed to escape into a local school with injuries to his groin. His lute broke, and he’s been very down. You can surely cheer him up, can’t you?”

 

“You wanna explain what cheering up means to ol Dusty Blackwood?”

 

“It means to make Laren happy.”

 

“Make him happy. We’re just gonna play Dominoes and eat cupcakes? Did you see what I did to the victim of my crime?”

 

“I did. He came to this medical center.”

 

“Does it look like I cheer people up? That I’m nice to people? That I’m not the last daughter of a bastard to cheer people up?”

 

“Well…”

 

“Did you not hear me? Did I not speak clearly? Do I look like I cheer people up?”

 

Doctor Moonbeam looked Dusty up and down, took in her glorious funbags and nodded vigorously.

 

“You’re right.” Dusty grinned.  “I’m the first woman this damn Larry, Leonard, Leon, Laren, whatever the son of a bitches name is, I’m the first damn woman he wants to see this Halloween because this costume I got on got a few more parts to it. Are you ready?”

 

“I…”

 

“I said are you ready?”

 

“Well, yes, of course. You just exude such energy! Such oomph when you speak! You should be on stage. But for now you can give Laren the performance of a lifetime.”

 

***

 

Doctor Moonbream brought Dusty to Laren’s room where a pair of female  medical students were waiting for her.

 

Laren was a broad shouldered black fairy with sharp eyebrows and a barely visible scar running along his defined chin.

 

“Howdy, Laren! I’m Dusty Blackwood, daughter of the tooth fairy and Fairy Revolution Wrestling’s Brady Blackwood!”

 

“You are?” Laren asked. “I was front row when he and your uncle Baron beat the Moneygang for the tag titles at Halloween Spectacular.”

 

“Ya were?! Then you know that was my mom’s last time on Fairy Revolution Wrestling. She came strutting out with dad in that criss-cross bikini.”

 

“MMmhmmm, she looked good in that. That was a Halloween treat!”

 

“Very moving nostalgia,” Doctor Moonbeam quipped, “But, Laren we have decided to move with forward with an aggressive form of treatment.”

 

“Aggressive, Doctor Moonbeam?” one of the students asked.

 

“Yes. You’ve heard of the Primrose and Gorse study. The  one that saysa  pixie sexual energy has healing properties?”

 

The students nodded.

 

“Unfortunately most pixies are too young for sex. But as it happens, we have a perfectly legal pixie with us to really speed up Laren’s recovery.”

 

“‘The hell are you thinking, woman?” Dusty asked.

 

“The same thing you thought when you saw Laren, namely, ‘how can I jump this here black bull?’” But, sadly, I’m just a fairy, graduated from pixie long ago. Your’re delinquency, which has denied you  fairy status, has earned you a nice juicy dick.”

 

The two students giggled.

 

“Well, will you help poor Laren?”

 

“I say…ohhh hell yeah!”

 

The teenage babe pried off her lab coat in a teasing manner giving tantalizing views of her beautiful golden brown flesh. A long pause lingered as Dusty flashed a coy smile to Laren. Finally, the blond stunner ripped open her lab coat, sending her stethoscope flying. No one noticed the stethoscope thanks to the shocking outfit Dusty remain in; her party pillows provided quite the treat, barely held up by string and covered by red ribbon with a  white cross. The same style covered her baby spitter.

 

“Imagine the tooth fairy showing up to houses dressed like that,” the doctor quipped.

 

Laren’s wood popped high and hard, poking against his gown and sheet.

 

“Looks like yer raring to go, fella!” Dusty decried, as she ripped off the sheet. The doctor delicately removed his gown to treat Dusty to the sight of his thick meat. Her blues lit up like the twinkling starlit sky and she swiftly dove upon his baby maker with her open mouth.

His huge dark schlong nearly tore apart her cute little mouth as he throat fucked her with the might of a centaur. All the while, Doctor Moonbeam taught her students lessons…

 

“The lubrication of pixie salivia is a great energy booster to males,”

 

The teenage bimbo continued to get jackhammered in the mouth, making silly gurgling noises as Laren violated her top hole.

 

“Gurggg, gurrrg, gurrrg!” Dusty spat.

 

“I sense our patient is starting to feel better already,” Doctor Moonbeam declared. “And because this pixie has such big breasts Laren will be able to take advantage of them.”

 

Take advantage of them in a big way! Laren jammed his BBC between her fat white tits and titty fucked the cowgirl until the cows came home. The blond hottie said “Yee-haw!” as his skin flute bashed away at her sweater bongos.

 

“I’d estimate those are double D cup breasts,” Doctor Moonbeam stated to her students. “The sweat they secrete onto the penis soothes pains and aches.”

 

“Very interesting, Doctor!”

 

 

Laren straddled the bed with one foot on the floor and throat fucked the cowgirl with a vigor that belied his injuries,. Poor Dusty choked on his big black dick, leaving lewd spit trails to journey over her mammoth milk makers.

 

“Mmmfmfmf!” Dusty grunted around the pocket rocket.

 

“Now, students, if you have read the Brown Man of the Mire study you will know that our dark skinned fae are often attracted to this type of shapely, voluptuous white fairy. There might be some psychological drive that encourages the patient to ignore the pain and use our guest in such a lewd manner.”

 

Dusty might not be smart enough to become a doctor, but she sure could service a cock back to health! She even got a mouthful of the balls for good measure, the bulbous things making her chipmunk cheeks expand to absurdity.

 

“Very fine specimens today,” the doctor commented. “Very fine examples of the Brown Man of the Mire study.  And Laren, you can use every hole she has to make sure you feel better. No need to limit yourself.”

 

“I turn a trick, you gimmie a treat, fella. Happy Halloween!”

 

Laren grabbed Dusty’s big ass with both hands, and let out a long sigh. His hands kneading the squishy flesh, he pressed forward and jammed his hard-on into her!

 

“My stars and garters!” Dusty screamed.

 

“Ooooohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh!” Dusty moaned as he pierced her love box. He pumped against her, rapidly, moving with the speed of a cheetah. His fat nuts swung bellow hip, slapping against the teenage tramp.

 

“You can see a psychological boost to Laren’s mood, students, now that he has mounted this pixie. But what you don’t see is that her juices, slick with youth, boost his recovery rate. But, I’d say we got quite lucky having such a pretty pixie on Halloween!”

 

“We definitely did!” One of the students cheered.

 

Laren bounced his hand off Dusty’s giant tush as he drilled the white babe. Each time Dusty yelped in pain, but Laren was too lost in her snatch to stop.

 

“And you see the psychological boost of asserting dominance over the big-breasted female,”

 

“A lot of the healing seems to come from psychological benefit,” Oone of the students observed.

 

“Very good observation.,” The doctor nodded with approval.

 

Laren humped against her prone figure until he gushed a stream of baby batter into her tight pussy. Wave after beautiful wave filled the tiny cutie until she was left leaking, exhausted and panting on the bed

 

“How do you feel, Laren?” Doctor Moonbeam asked.

 

A beaming grin and sparkling eyes danced across Laeren’s chiseled face.

 

“You got any more patients that need saving, Doc?” Dusty asked, starry-eyed, still in that submissive position.

 

“You’re ok with doing it again? You’re not feeling tired?. That was a vigorous workout!?”

 

“Doc, lettin’ the cat out the bag is a whole lot easier than putting it back!,”

What I’m reading now

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Here’s some shocking news for you: I’m not just a writer, I’m a reader. I may be a bigger reader than I am a writer.

That certainly explains my rapidly draining bank account! I’m spending all my money on books!

Lately, I wanted to revisit the Final Fantasy 13 saga. I wasn’t a fan of the mainline game. I found the story deeply engaging, but the design of just walking to the next battle or cut scene got boring to me. So lately, I’ve been playing Lightning Returns, the third in the trilogy of Final Fantasy 13 games.

Why do I bring up video games in a post about reading? Well, dear reader, Square has released a trio of books based around the Final Fantasy 13 series. As I already loved the world, I jumped at the chance to read them. I won’t spoil anything…but these are exciting and touching books that further realize one of my favorite video game worlds.

I have to beat Final Fantasy 13-2 before I can adequately digest “Stories After.” The book tells how the side characters assisted the main characters through their journey through time. Though, I’ve played 13-2 before, I feel I need to play it again to reacquaint myself with the story. I wish they would release a book about Lighting!

I also read a beautifully written book about vampires by one of my favorite authors, Lisabet Sarai. The book is titled Fin D’Espoir and, brother, it is a pure work of art. The way Lisabet wrote the sex scenes, I can just imagine a master painter stroking a brush across the canvas.

And shout outs to erotica author Larry Archer. I’ve been going through his catalog and have been left turned on with almost every page. The girls in his story get fucked hard every moment and love every second of it. If you like total sluts, his work is for you!

Souled Out part 2, an erotic story

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Eleanor Blackwood

***

They called him “The All American Prick.”

They threw garbage into the ring when he defeated Colin Macnamara in a cage match.

They rioted when he won his third World Championship from his brother Baron.

They drew knives when he piledrove Christine Isabella Dunham through a table.

They knew him as a devious, cunning, arrogant, vulgar rogue. A man who had turned on every single tag team partner he had.

They knew him as the most self-centered, morally inconsistent, vain brawler Fairy Revolution Wrestling had ever produced.’

They knew Brady Blackwood as a legend.

Eleanor Blackwood knew him as “Dad”.

She looked at this man and wondered. She wondered as hard as one could wonder anything in their life

Is this really my father?

Eleanor had golden hair, cute chipmunk cheeks that puffed out when she smiled, and wore bright red lipstick to give her a classy, glamorous appearance.

Her father, Brady Blackwood, also had golden hair. He would let it flow in his matches, giving him a Norse god appearance. He owned the classic granite chin but covered it up with a graying beard. Above a sharply pointed nose rested two wide blue eyes.

They looked alike, Eleanor supposed.

But, as Eleanor sat cross-legged in front of him in his spacious condo, she thought they were nothing alike.

He had foolishly spent hundreds of coins to obtain this condo that rested near the top of the highest tree in the Fairy Kingdom. His need to show off and to “stunt on these losers” had him borrowing money from Eleanor. At least it put him in the neighborhood of Fairy Council members.

The Blackwoods lived in the forest city of Gorias , the city of the wind element. A crystal stream of water flowed in a glittering cascade from the fairy council’s castle atop the Midsummer Tree to the forest floor where the sketchy leprechauns dwelled and The Wild Hunt schemed.

Brady poured himself another mead. All his mugs were from his FRW hall of fame induction.

Some might see the condo as a memorial to Brady’s legendary wrestling career. One could find a giant album cover of the country album FRW had him release. Or they could see numerous replica title belts left laying about. On the walls hung pictures of his innumerable triumphs in FRW.

There were no pictures of Dusty or Eleanor. In fact, the only woman featured was Brady’s former manager, the dominatrix Malaysia Nehrix. Brady had framed one of her whips above his second Ruler of the Ring trophy.

What an arrogant, self-centered jerk, Eleanor thought. No, Eleanor was nothing like her dad. His words proved it…

“We all know who stole my belt,” Brady announced before taking a swig of his mead. “It was Colin Macnamara.”

Colin Macnamara JR. Eleanor knew that name about as well as she could know any pro wrestler’s name. He was her father’s backstage rival. The underground wrestling newsletters which the gnomes wrote and which Dusty loved detailed the constant arguments between the two. Neither one wanted to look weak against the other, and neither one was willing to lose.

“Colin Jr is a mark,” Brady decided. Not for the first time. “You know what a mark is, little girl?”

“Don’t call me ‘little girl’.”

He ignored her.

“A mark is a man who believes his own shit. And this guy Colin thinks he’s actually the baddest vampire alive. I know 50 vampires badder than him, and they’d beat his ass the moment I say go. He stole my belt because he’s mad Moneystacks put me over and put the gold on me where it belongs. The only thing real in this business is the money and the miles. And Moneystacks knows I make money that stretches miles long. Colin’s money stretches inches. Like his cock.”

“Gross!” Eleanor exclaimed. Her chipmunk cheeks were red, causing dear old dad to laugh at her.

“Do you have any evidence to corroborate this claim that Mister Mcnamara stole your title?” Eleanor questioned.

Brady poured himself more mead as he vehemently nodded. Nodded and laughed as if he had some juicy information he was about to unload on her.

Heavens to Lorelei, they were too different even to coexist. Brady could scarcely take his failures seriously. He was truly what they said he was: a man so bereft of morality he went into the human world to pretend to be a sick old man in need of charity to hustle valuable donations from humans.

In contrast, Eleanor would offer her services to needy will-o-wisps while off duty. Eleanor had a strong sense of charity, while Brady claimed a strong sense of entitlement.

A scandal had once broken out when Brady founded a wrestling school with the promise of personally instructing the next generation of wrestlers. Yet, he only showed up on the first day, drunk, said a few slurred words and never showed up again.

“Do you find this funny?” Eleanor barked. It was getting hard to control her anger.

“Look at you playing little investigator.”

“I’m not playing anything. This is my job. I take it very seriously.”

“What do ya got for me then, little girl? Your old man’s an open book.”

Brady lifted his Greek god worthy body over his couch and gracefully situated himself next to Eleanor. He moved with far more elegance than a man of his musculature should have been able to.

“Where were you last night?” Eleanor asked firmly.

Brady laughed again, “I was at the Celtic Frost last night…”

“But you hate Colin, and that is Colin’s bar.”

“This dog marks any territory he wants. And, I was a man on the prowl….”

***

“Ask nicely,” Brady asked the woman sitting across from him.

Most men would never dare to tell Christine Isabella Dunham to “ask nicely.” Over her years in Fairy Revolution Wrestling Christine had graduated from tight assed fitness babe to tight assed MILF. At 50 fairy years old, she still sported her hair of liquid gold, sparkling grey eyes, toned ass that just wouldn’t quit, and humongous hooters.

The Fairy Council had, in its infinite wisdom, honored Christine by anointing her as a fairy godmother to human babies. This was due to Mister Alvin Moneystacks bathing the sometimes corruptible Fairy Council in coins. But, instead of guiding newborns, Christine had fucked their fathers…taking particular relish in those men half her age! Even Moneystacks infinite pot of gold couldn’t afford Christine’s dereliction of duty thus she was promptly removed from the position.

Brady leaned back in his chair so far he lifted the legs off the dirty floor.

“I know from experience you can give one hell of a blow job,” Brady claimed over the din of his fellow wrestler Outlaw Cello’s bass playing at the front of the bar.

“But you want me to beg to give you one?” Christine asked, long red lips smiling. “You’re such an egomaniac. When are you going to change?”

“Why should I ever change? I’m the one who seized the brass ring. The brass cock ring.” Brady stated, patting his world title belt that rested on the table. “The guys want to be me, and the women want to fuck me.”

“I would love to beg to suck your big fat cock one more time. No one appreciates that fat, fourteen inches of twisted steel and sex appeal like I do. Give it to me.”

“My place?” Brady asked with a smirk forming above his granite chin.

“Mom’s place!” a voluptuous raven-haired 40 year old as she slid onto Brady’s lap.

The gorgeous supermodel of alooking woman possessed brown skin marking her as part Latina, full sexy lips and smoldering brown eyes.

She was Alexis Marie Spezio, wife and tag team partner of Christine Isabella Dunham. Alexis played a ditzy slut in FRW that wasn’t far from her real-life personality. Her mother was known for running a famous brothel where one could find any manner of fairy species on offer.

“Sweetie, I didn’t even realize you were here,” Christine purred chimed in.

“Someone’s gotta hold your hair if you start throwing up. But, let’s turn this bicycle into a tricycle and ride Da Big One!”

Brady chuckled. His “Big One” t-shirts were a popular item even though they came out ten fairy years ago.

“Attention, patrons of the Celtic Frost!” Brady shouted world title now slung over his shoulder. “ I would like to introduce you to my new tag team partners!”

In a one-blink-and-you’d-miss-it motion Brady ripped down the top to expose the jugs of Alexis and Christine. Alexis’ were all-natural pert ones, whereas her wife’s were absurdly large fake bags of milk making goodness.

“These are the breast damn women I could ever ask for!” Brady shouted.

****

“STOP!” Eleanor hollered, stomping her feet into the ground in a very Dusty like fashion.

“I can’t help that I was locked, cocked and ready to unload,” Brady declared with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

Is this what her dad had to offer her? Embellished stories of women falling at his feet?

No, she couldn’t think of him as her father. He was a person of interest in this case.

“As an investigator. I can not shy away from the truth. Continue.”

“That’s my girl. Just like dad.”

“We’re nothing alike.”

“You know what human sport describes sex with Christine and Alexis?” Brady asked, “Rugby. Because it’s rough, nasty, violent and you don’t have any protection! Hahahahhah! Write that down. I’m gonna say that on the next show. The pop is gonna be huge. The fans will chant “Brady, Brady, Brady!” for two minutes straight.”

“Can you continue the story, please?”

***

Alexis and Christine were sucking cock like the experienced pros they were.

Alexis had reserved the grandest room of them all in her mom’s brothel. The Room of the Immortals. There were no walls. Instead, the room connected to the Rainbow Bridge that linked all the nine realms. Thus the bed rested on a stretch of glimmering rainbow while surrounded by the twinkling light of an infinite number of stars.

No one knew how Alix’s mom managed to craft such a blissful marvel. The common rumor was that she had found a Djinn years ago and wished for a link to the Rainbow Bridge.

“This dick is so hard,” Alexis announced, stroking it. “It’s just waiting for experienced bitches like us to fuck it!”

Brady’s dick was overflowing with pre-cum. The juices went directly into Christine’s mouth as her long lips ensnared his fourteen-inch missile.

She pulled back from sucking it with a smile and said, “We should cut this thing off and bronze it. It would make a great Winter Solstice gift.”

Brady gave a half frown because Christine was just the type of person to do that. If he needed to he had his world title belt with him he could use as a weapon against her ballbusting behavior.

But she halted any bronzing ideas to let her mouth glide up and down one of her favorite dicks. Lucky for Brady this was one of his favorite mouths. Long, juicy, greedy lips that hungered for dick. He had started fucking her daughters Jade and Maxi, but he could say something for the original model. That something was “hallelujah” as her long tongue snaked across his meat.

A wild smile stretched across Alexis’ broad face as she watched her girlfriend engulf Brady’s delicious member.

But as things often went with Alexis, her mind changed on a dime.

“Hey, you’re getting greedy with that thing. I’ve hardly got to suck it, ya know.”

“MmmffThAt’sMMFYoUrMMMFFPrObLeMmmfmf!” Christine announced around Brady’s dick.

Alexis decided to make it Christine’s problem and snatched her wife’s head off his penis!

“You pulled my head off him!” Christine snapped at Alexis.

“No, I didn’t. You’re imagining things.”

“How could I imagine that?”

“I wanted to look at the texture.”

“So you admit it?” Christine barked.

“I admit nothing. That’s what my dad says to do.”

Christine commented, “That’s why his fate was being stuck in a human prison, passed around for Honey Buns and cigarettes,”

“So proud that he was worth Honey Buns!” Alexis cheered.

Christine decided pursuing a conversation with her wife was a waste of time and went back to sucking. As stars twinkled above her, her eyes sparkled as she watched Brady smirk at her expert oral skills. Despite the meat’s size, the MILF took in the dick until it threatened to split her mouth open at the corners.

“Hey, you’re still hogging the dick!” Alexis whined.

“Well, honey, I’m a lot better than you at sucking dick,”

In the time that Christine took to talk Alexis swarmed her mouth over Brady’s tower of power. Alexis proceeded to suck his cock and swallow his pre-cum as if it were the nectar of the gods. The part Latina babe was a hellishly fantastic dick sucker who inhaled penis like she was trying to rip it from Brady’s groin.

Brady decided to give her a helping hand and began thrusting upward. Alexis squealed with delight as she was wantonly throat fucked by the master of the wrestling move known as the “Brady Hammer.” Instead of the Brady Hammer, the raven-haired bitch was jackhammered by one of the largest cocks in the Fairy Kingdom. Nay, perhaps the largest cock in the fairy kingdom.

“You used my criticism of your dick sucking skills to steal his dick from me!” Christine whined.

“Then you shouldn’t have criticized me.”

In that instant, Christine pounced upon Brady’s dick, sending all she could manage into her warm wet mouth.

“Hey! Did you use my criticism of your criticism to steal his dick from me? You know what you are?”

“Please do tell,” Christine stated with a voice sounding like she wanted to hurl Alexis off this Rainbow Bridge.

“You’re a meanie!”

***

“At this point I was just ready to go home and knock back a few and go to bed,” Brady announced to Eleanor. “But that’s when it happened. That’s when Colin had them steal my belt.”

“Who?”

“Hell’s Hitmen and The Wild Hunt.”

***

Interlude

Baron Blackwood leaped at the seven foot wrestler known as Dystopia only to get knocked clear out the air by a crushing lariat! Then Baron, at six-five, was picked up by Radon and thrown across the ring like a lawn dart!

“Look at the power of Hell’s Hitmen!” Fairy Revolution Wrestling announcer Joel Flaire shouted as Baron writhed on the mat in agony.

Brady bounced off the ring ropes and flung his long body at Radon. But the giant caught him in his arms and threw him out the ring like yesterday’s garbage!

“Hell’s Hitmen are unstoppable!” Joel Flaire shrieked.

Tony “The Body” flung his full 270 pound body against Radon and didn’t move him an inch. Instead, “The Body” was dismissed like a cruiserweight thanks to a wild belly to belly throw by Dystopia!

“If Tony “The Body” can’t take down Hell’s Hitmen who can?” Joel Flaire yelled. “There is no man alive who can stop the path of Hell’s Hitmen?”

***

“You’re getting your old lady drool all over my weiner!” Alexis complained.

Brady merely chuckled and stroked his world title.

One wouldn’t call it “old lady drool.” But the blond MILF was dropping heaps of slobber upon Brady’s tower of power. In a feat almost no woman could manage, she had swallowed all fourteen inches to the root. Even a legendary cock sucker like her could only tolerate deep throating that much dick for so long, so she had to pull back with a loud pop.

“Old lady drool? You’re only a few years younger than me.”

“But I look twenty five years younger.”

Brady was about to tell the middle aged sluts they could share his pocket rocket. But then a sudden change in the Rainbow Bridge occurred. It faded away, leaving Brady and Brady alone in a horrifying free fall. His brilliant blue eyes saw no trace of Christine or Alexis. Gone was the bed. Gone were the infinite array of stars.

All that remained was his title and a deep-seated fear,

Now, Brady was falling through a miserable blackness. It felt like something beyond blackness. It felt like falling through the pits of despair.

That’s when he heard their voices.

The voices of the toughest men in the Fairy Revolution Wrestling locker room. The seven foot, 346 lb Dystopia and the six-seven, 300 lb Radon, together known as Hell’s Hitmen.

“Welcome to Hell, Blackwood!” Dystopia shouted, his voice like a tornado tearing through a small town.

“There’s no place to run, Blackwood.” Radon snarled in his gravelly voice. Though Brady had heard that voice a million times, this time tested his limits. It pushed him to scream.

Through the blackness came a cavalcade of spirits, horsemen bound in leather and skulls that rode the wildest of Kelpies. Kelpies were the horses of the fairy kingdom, who traveled on puffs of air instead of legs.

“You pieces of shit sent The Wild Hunt after me?!” Brady hollered as the leather-clad, masked Wild Hunt circled him.

He felt powerless. Like they had eroded his mental walls.

“We didn’t send them after you. We are the messengers.” Radon stated.

Dystopia stated, “The Wild Hunt’s Greater Power has seen every step you take, it has felt every breath you take, it has witnessed the magical energy poured into the Fairy Revolution Wrestling title. It is an aggressive form of the Ley Line.”

“You two are full of shit,” Brady spat.

Radon spoke, “We are the messengers. The Wild Hunt and The Greater Power have waited for the time. The time for The Wild Hunt and The Greater Power is now.”

Dystopia added, “You have held the Fairy Revolution Wrestling championship for the last time. Pursue your belt and be damned.”

***

“When I came to, Christine and Alexis were looking at my limp dick like their dog had died. And my belt was gone.”

“When I first got this assignment,” Eleanor stated as slowly as she could manage. “I could never have imagined…I’d hear such nonsense! Hmph!”

“Are you kidding me? Nonsense? I give the fans the best matches on the show because I’m the man, and I can. Every night I’m out busting my ass in the ring. And I get rewarded by my eldest daughter thinking I’m a liar.”

“I used to think the same as mom. That you are a harmless deadbeat. But now you wish to state your co-workers are involved with a gang like The Wild Hunt, who ferry souls to the underworld and somehow Colin Mcnamara Jr. is involved.”

Eleanor felt a tidal wave of agony pooling in front of her forehead.

“He wants me to come after my title so The Wild Hunt can capture me and take me to the underworld. And trust me it ain’t a far stretch of the imagination to think Dystopia and Radon hang with a crew like The Wild Hunt.”

“Absolutely absurd!”

“It’s absurd that Hell’s Hitmen rolls with The Wild Hunt? They’re fucking devil worshipers.”

“That’s their characters in the ring. You just derided Colin McNamara for believing the character he portrays. Yet-“

“And Hell’s Hitmen have worked themselves into a shoot. They are what they say they are. These guys are the real deal”

Pangs of guilt caught Eleanor. Ill feelings towards her father had obliterated her sense of duty; they made her think like a put upon daughter rather than an impartial investigator. She needed to remedy that. She needed to return to what she truly was.

A Fairy Best Investigator.

“Then, I will go meet The Wild Hunt for myself.” Eleanor stated.

“You will?”

“If what you say is true, then The Wild Hunt has exercised their mighty power gain against an innocent member of the Fairy Kingdom through acts of threat. No matter my feelings about you I must bring them to justice.”

“Damn straight,” Brady decided, pumping his large fist.

***

“Maxi Dunham? That’s a bad bitch.” Eleanor’s step dad had no qualms about sharing his opinion of Christine Dunham’s daughter.

“Ai, I’d take it to that one!” Sergeant .McNulty had hollered, drunk at a Winter Solstice party, when asked about Maxi.

Everyone had an opinion on Maxi. And that opinion was that she was highly fuckable. The fuckable 20-year-old sat at a table by herself at the Knocker’s Alley bar at the bottom of the fairy city Gorias.

Star shaped sunglasses covered Maxi’s bold blue eyes. Her silky smooth brown hair hid beneath a pink wig. Her full face sported thick blush that Eleanor thought made her look like a prostitute.

Yet, there was no hiding her body that had matured over the years into one thick piece of toned and juicy ass.

What could she be here for? Eleanor wondered Why would Maxi Dunham be at Knocker’s Alley? After all, this was the bar frequented by the worst of the Fairy Kingdom.

This was no place for the pampered daughter of a wealthy entertainer. Not here where The Wild Hunt lingered with Hell’s Hitmen. Dystopia and Radon were easy to spot with the gigantic bodies looming large. Their Wild Hunt companions made a foreboding sight, with faces painted with glowing skulls, leather jackets with emblems of upside-down crosses, rainbow colored hair and spiked bracelets.

Eleanor had no desire to linger in Knocker’s Alley. Yet she needed clues and a trail.

Her stepfather Desmond was a bounty hunter who made frequent use of this place on his hunt for runaway fae. Though she found it hard to agree with some of his methods, Desmond’s ability to gather a clue was unrivaled. If he found Knocker’s Alley a fertile ground for information, Eleanor would risk the danger.

She thought it better to disguise herself to fit in with the female clientele of the bar. Eleanor had put on skin-tight leggings to show off her firm ass, and a leopard print top she thought best exemplified the females of Knocker’s Alley. Surely no one would recognize her as the daughter of Brady Blackwood.

Yet, somehow a certain pink wigged girl with those long delicate lips and tanned pins spotted her. Somehow that girl recognized Eleanor when the FBI agent simply bent over to pick up a lost quarter.

“That’s a familiar ass,” Maxi commented.

“Maxi!” Eleanor squealed.

“Keep it down, dummy. You can go home now, Eleanor. I’ve got this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re looking for the lost title belt. So am I.”

“Why do you care? You don’t worry about things that exist outside the Maxi Dunham orbit.”

“I don’t like hearing people say mean things about your dad,”

Eleanor blinked back shock. That was it? Maxi was the princess, nay the supreme overlord of mean comments. What did Maxi care about…oh no…Maxi was having sex with her dad!

“Go home, Elly.”

“You go home. I am a Fairy Best Investigator!”

“And?”

“Fellowship, Backbone, Ideal.” Eleanor recited the motto of the FBI.

Maxi spun about in a perfectly tight turn and was off in a breezy motion. How dare she not treat their first time talking in a year with some seriousness?! How dare she just walk away? Did their friendship never happen? How dare Maxi have sex with Eleanor’s father?

Eleanor wasn’t going to be shut out of her own job by Maxi Dunham. No way was a civilian and a delinquent, backstabbing one at that, going to get to a lead before a Fairy Best Investigator.

But first, she was going to pay the check and compliment the chef on a delicious burger! Unlike Maxi!

Fittingly when Eleanor emerged to the parted clearing of gnarled branches that lay in front of the bar
Maxi was nowhere to be seen.

She thought of shouting for Maxi. But god’s that would be stupid!

Eleanor was soon desperate for Maxi’s trail. After all Maxi had a knack for finding trouble. Yet there was nothing quite worse than prostrating oneself and kissing Maxi’s ass for help at her own job.

Then Eleanor heard a surprised scream. A woman’s scream. They were almost always a woman’s screams. Why were they always women’s screams, Eleanor asked herself. Men were nearly twice as likely to be the victim of crime, Eleanor thought, and…

That had nothing to do with anything! She had to focus!

Eleanor darted off, dancing her high heels across the twisty branches. It was a time to strike for justice! They bred FBI investigators for this moment!

Eleanor headed to the scene of her soon-to-be grand heroism. She crossed the trail of clothes, wigs and hair extensions without even connecting that those were Maxi’s clothes.

She tore across the branches past tiny buildings that were eerily abandoned. Finally past Maxi’s coat Eleanor saw the lady herself being penetrated in all three holes by The Wild Hunt!

Rainbow haired savages were fucking Maxi silly!

“As a true hero, I demand you stop at once!” Eleanor shouted.

“A true hero?” Eleanor heard the voice of Dystopia. She looked up to see him sitting on a branch, naked, stroking an erection of incomprehensible length. “Heroism in this day is dead. All that remains is the will of the Greater Power.”

“Greater power!” A member of The Wild Hunt with purple eyebrows and red eyes shouted.

“He has given us gifts!” Dystopia shouted.

Eleanor announced, “You leave me no choice! I shall have to beat you up!”

That elicited a cackle of laughter from the crew. It was loud and annoying enough to make Eleanor’s face go red.

But laughter was the least of her worries as a Wild Hunt goon with orange and green hair swept her leg out from under her! Eleanor landed on the ground with a hard thud that knocked the wind out of her.

“You are no match for me,” Eleanor tried to boast. Though that boast felt a little silly as a black man with a red crew cut ripped off her top! Her precious lactoids came spilling out to the delight of all!

“Hey, give that back!”

The man and what seemed to be his twin brother played keep away from Eleanor. The poor investigator’s luscious sweater meat jiggled as she ran back and forth for the top.

“You fiends!” she shouted over their laughter.

Within moments, a brawny man had ripped Eleanor’s leggings apart and had her bent over at the waist.

“We’ve been captured!” Eleanor shouted to Maxi, who was still being triple penetrated.

A jolt of excitement, mixed with trepidation, raced up Eleanor’s spine as Radon emerged from the woods. His hard-on, also of immeasurable size, was pointed directly at her.

“I won’t let you get away with this!” Eleanor promised.

But within seconds, Radon was upon her. He penetrated her with as much dick as much as he could fit. Her beautiful eyes bulged then crossed entirely to the point where she was momentarily blinded. But within seconds, he fucked her so hard her sight returned.

Dystopia snatched hold of Eleanor’s gorgeous locks, tangling thick fingers through the strands. With a tight grip, he forced her face towards his lengthy schlong.

“Mmmmm!” Maxi groaned to the left of Eleanor. The Dunham girl’s juicy body was full of penis sliding in out of her moist holes. Eleanor could barely handle two dicks, but somehow Maxi was tolerating three and jerking off another. If Eleanor wasn’t concentrating on the dick that flooded her face and snatch she’d comment how a boyfriend stealing girl like Maxi was made for this sort of thing!

Instead Maxi made a comment, “Please, misters! Please fuck my dirty holes hard! I’m such a dirty girl.!”

“Urrrgh!” Eleanor groaned once again. The taste, the smell, the uncut pubes. It was too much to bear for Eleanor, who was far less experienced than the rest of her family. The blond babe shuddered around the hefty beef sausages as they surged into her with brute force.

Eleanor’s pussy clenched around Dystopia’s dick as she involuntarily tried to milk the FRW wrestler dry. But he held out from cumming inside her. Instead, he continued to batter her, forcing more and more inches into her.

“Mmmfmfmmfm!” Eleanor cried, having swallowed a decent amount of man meat. It was certainly more than she had ever swallowed in her life.

And she was still getting hammered from behind. She was hit with such intense force her huge melons began swaying to and fro. She thought for certain they would smack her in the face. She couldn’t worry about that, however, as hard dick began to pound her cervix. A climax hit her like a gift from the devil. She had been trying her hardest not to show pleasure.

Eleanor felt like she was on a one-way ticket to hell, lost in the sin of being double stuffed by two giants next to her former best friend. Maxi was always the bolder one, the sexier one, the hornier one. But Eleanor couldn’t have guessed they would one day share a gang bang!

“Make me your dirty bitch, misters!” Maxi begged.

Maxi was lying on her back with legs in the air getting pile driven by a black man who stood six three6’3. Wild grunting noises flung out her mouth, until another man thrust his dick into it and began to throat fuck her. The brunette just lay there, being savagely fucked while grunting around a cock that penetrated her with sword-like savageness.

“You will never get away with this!” Eleanor yelled as another climax rocked her. Damn it, how could she give in so easily?

Eleanor knew something of the human world and thus would compare the dicks penetrating her to bullet trains. She felt her mouth and cunt were on the tracks, and the dicks were continuously crashing into her. She would have collapsed by now but the rampant fucking kept her upright. She was being passed limply back and forth by the bestial pro wrestlers.

“This is an assault on an FBI investigator!” Eleanor declared .

Eleanor was appalled to realize she was turning into one naughty girl. She was still cumming against her will. How could any one woman expect not to cum from the skilled fucking from these gigantic rods? Poor Eleanor had no choice in the matter. Her slutty holes dictated her orgasms, and they dictated numerous ones.

Over beside Eleanor, Maxi was twisted up in a position only Maxi could manage, with her legs firmly pressed behind her head. One guy was buried in the 21-year-old tramp’s tight asshole while another was powering his stiff tool into her gullet.

“UrRghjgjh!” Maxi roared around the weiner that was invading her hot mouth. As she made these incomprehensible noises the man in her ass drove in harder. It was clear Maxi’s ass was aching for that dick.

Apparently, Hell’s Hitmen were sick of just spit roasting Eleanor. They shifted her into a stand and carry position with Radon filling her tight little cunny, and Dystopia doing his best to fit that monster into her restrictive asshole.

“Wait! That is most certainly a crime!” Eleanor shouted.

Eleanor’s rear entry was far from relaxed but Dystopia pressed on anyway. Thanks to the lube provided by a henchman, he was able to get just enough into her chute.

“You are in violation of many Fairy Kingdom laws!”

Hell’s Hitmen cared about no laws as they rammed Eleanor as hard they could. Her body began jerking uncontrollably in another forced climax. Lesser man might have lost grip on her. But these behemoth’s kept the newly naughty girl held firmly in strong hands.

“I will have to issue you a citation!” Eleanor claimed.

Eleanor’s next climax overruled her talk of citations like it was a superior officer. Again she shook in the men’s powerful hands. She could barely stabilize herself and fell forward into Radon’s broad shoulders. That act of submission made him thrust into her with alarming speed. Speed enough to make her cry out for mercy.

“This is gross criminal misconduct!” Eleanor whined

Meanwhile, juice poured from Maxi’s well-fucked cunt. The brunette skank’s sloppy pussy made noises Eleanor found disgustingly obscene as dark meat hammered away at it.

“Yeah, fuck that tight 21 year old pussy!” Maxi hollered.

Eleanor’s once good friend laid there being fucked like some gnome off the lower branches instead of the wealthy entertainer she was. It didn’t seem to matter to Maxi, who was obviously as big a off-screen whore as her mother.

“I will be writing a lengthy report when I get back to the FBI offices!” Eleanor promised.

It was something of a miracle that Eleanor was able to talk given the frenetic pace with which Hell’s Hitmen fucked her. There was no tender bone in their body as they fucked her with the might of an entire pride of lions. They had no concern for whether she was enjoying it or not. They were merely into getting their nuts off. Her continued climaxes were meaningless to them.

“Too many orgasms!” Eleanor complained.

Maxi was lying on a black Wild Hunt member with his meat filling her slutty asshole, while his twin fiercely delivered a fucking with all the force he could muster. It was enough force for Maxi to holler…

“Oh, shit, fucking hell, I’m cumming again!”

“UrgghHHH, citations, laws, justice system…” Eleanor moaned. She could never physically outlast professional wrestlers. Especially not when they were battering her holes with brute force. She tried not to let them, but her muscles clenched around their stiff rods. That brought her to another orgasm. After this one, she was done. No more. All over.

Then streams of semen flooded into her canals, giving her a start. They seemed endless. Like they would never stop flowing into her. But, then it was over. And they were gone. Vanished. Hell’s Hitmen. The Wild Hunt. All gone. Leaving only behind a black cowboy hat that Eleanor was too dazed to notice.

But not Maxi…

“That’s Baron Blackwood’s hat!” Maxi shouted.

TO BE CONTINUED

 

 

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