Splendificent

Sexy (but not too sexy) Splendificent 3 sample!

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Yes my dears, Splendificent 3 is still coming out. I have proof! A sample! A sample I can show you because the book really is coming out. SOON!

Let’s join Sofi Poe, fox spirit and social media queen, at the most exclusive club in New York City:

“Oh My Gosh!” Sofi wailed as “The Way You Want Me To” by 98 Degrees pounded all her ears. Both the human set and the fox set. Quadruple hell! “How many songs did 98 Degrees make?”

“Be careful what you say about 98 Degrees in the 99th Degree,” warned Pedro Gomez. Hemera’s primary groundskeeper sprawled upon the club’s backstage diamond studded ultra sofa.

“Ahhh,” Pedro stretched like a sphinx, “It is a disgrace men less attractive than me have laid on this chaise.”

6 hours ago Pedro Gomez responded to Sofi’s weakly shadowed desperation, stroking his thin mustache and petting one of Hemera’s sheeps. “Pleasure for pleasure. Give the owner of the 99th Degree what he likes most at his amateur night.Own the stage, win and yYou may ask a boon of him. ”

Desperation indeed, as Sofi rapidly bombarded Pedro with the theory that someone at the 99th Degree might know Prince Gorick’s post-Golden Land exile movements.

What Sofi HAD been trying to tell her inattentive, insensitive, narcissistic BFFs was that at a masquerade ball in Hvar, Crotia thrown by the Wise Order of The Alchemic Dusk Sofi had sex with an elf. Not just any elf, but one  in a golden mask with a shaggy blond mane, eight packed abs and purple eyes. Sure, that lofty descriptor fit a vaunted few hunks….

But, was it so rare as a  juicy booty, radian emerald eyes, sensual pink lips, and voluminous tatas? Oh hell to the no!

So once she could get to Gorick of course he would remember their chemistry and tight sex and she would convince him to leave everyone alone, turn on Lazarus, and all shall be Splendificent!

She just had to confirm things first.

“How can you ever lose with a man as handsome as I?” Pedro asked himself, admiring himself in the ceiing length mirror.

“You lost your car keys and we had to take the subway so subway token begging, turnstile hopping groundskeepers should shut up.”

“I am but a simple groundskeeper.

“Hmph!”

Pedro responded by flexing his triceps, and you know he’s got gains.

The luxurious club’s backstage’s purple lights and its sculpted relief of 98 Degree album covers gave the impression Pedro’s bicep owl tattoo soared through the best of MTV’s TRL.

An ice sorceress admired the perfect sculpting of 98 Degree’s Revelation album cover; Sofi would later learn the 6’5 woman with frizzy red hair knelt in worship in front of it for three hours.

“They butchered the man who sculpted this so that he would never create something so…so…so…,”The healing sorceress sent tears falling from such a height that they fell like little sprinkles sent from a cupid’s watering clan.

“Oh my gosh. What is this?” Sofi whined.

Know it all Skye Cotton from Tristbelle’s dance program, here to juggle imp heads, announced, “The owner Norris Morris snapped a non-birthing person’s neck said Drew Lachey was nasty looking.”

“A non-birthing person?” Pedro mused.

“Hello? Don’t be a bigot.”

“I said nothing!”

“Your tone, sir, your tone. And attention: Norris Morris, Drew Lachey was just Nick’s brother. He wasn’t 98 Degree.” Sofi remarked, disgusted.

“Actually-“ Know It All began.

“Oh my gosh, ice sorceress, what do you think about the Mister Freeze character in Batman? Is it a hurtful portrayal of ice people.”

“Actually, Sofi,” Know It All began yet again “They prefer to be called by their-“

“Shush, honey, this is a teaching moment.”

Golden Land and  New York City.The joke went New York City was merely Golde Land where humans served you dinner instead of being served FOR dinner.

Of all the cities in the Earth Realm, The Big Apple hosted the highest supernatural population. The magic-casting class of supernatural wormed their way into the lives of those humans who thought themselves powerful. The magic casters didn’t just know where the bodies were buried. They dug the grave themselves.

Could life get any better for the magic casters? Vampires congregated in Greenwich, Connecticut’s Golden Triangle. The vamps composed 75 percent of home owners in the country’s most affluent neighborhood.

Werewolves either bickered among their pack over territory, not understanding their territory belonged to magic-casters first, the city government second and the werewolves last.

Pure elves and Dark Elves couldn’t get more than 1/4th of a shit about anything outside Golden Land.

Fairies? No self respecting Fae would be caught dead in New York City! Only the really trashy ones!

Thus casters up and down the magical caste system could thrive in someone.

Though few held any explanation why a demon sorcerer from an obscure family owned thee spot in NYC: a club where even witches out the Koran were turned away at the door.

“Anyone who dies in New York City really dies in the 99th Degree,” So they said

“Many inuit carry ice magic in their genes. But most can’t use magic.”

“Neither can yooooooou,” Sofi growled.

“Huh? I couldn’t hear that.”

“I said that blue looks fab on you!”

“It does, doesn’t it?

Mean girl smiles! Double attack!

Who picked Cotton to come into the 99th Degree? And who picked Cotton for the amateur night? Did she think she’d win? The blue haired bitch’s chance of beating Sof were as brittle as her ugly children’s NyQuil hair.

Who liked Skye Cotton, anyway? All she talked about was her Facebook page.  Who under 35 used Facebook? UGH!

A K-Pop Idol sailed through the double doors, scoffing at the black opals embedded in the knobs and their explosions of color.

Giant black eyes beneath wavy brown swells announced her disdain more than her words, “Black opals. A very rare gemstone. Wasted on a nightclub’s door. Noted for future remarks.”

 

“Doctor Hannah?” Sofi remarked, adjusting the noodle thin strap of her black lacy teddy.

Hannah wore baby blue jump suit with a white flower on the chest. The doc came off quite modest and subdued, unlike Sofi in her French-inspired lace teddy with scalloped trim and cheeky thong bottom. To make no mention  Skye’s fantastically hot deep v-necked blue gown

“Yes. Recalled. I saved your friend’s mother,” Doctor Hananah recollected her freeing Dawn of Saint Lazarus’ glamor. “For my next trick I will stand perfectly still.”

“This is a trick?” Pedro scoffed. “Come closer, let me show you a few tricks.”

“Denied. It is hard to converse with minor minds. I will stand still  for my amateur night performance until the audience realizes that is all I will be doing. For my next trick. That is my trick. The trick of immobility.  Did you ascertain the humor?”

Sofi clapped her hands and widened her green etes, “Oh my gosh, I get it. You all came  to say silly things, and I don’t get fazed by it, which improves my zen! Thank you. Namaste.”

“Was my joke too complicated? Do I need to dumb my humor down to point my audience to the punchline? I wil engage in further study when I arrive back to my domicile.”

A dwarf woman wearing a thin red mohawk and green tinted glasses peered her small head through the door, “Sofi Poe,  fox spirit and Pedro Gomez, human? We have you next.”

Pedro strolled to meet the dwarf woman, massaging his slick backed hair. Sofi followed with the air of Frjeya, worshiped by norse of Golden Land as a goddess of love; until Skye paused her with a comment,

“Good luck, Sofi. I’ll be juggling Munane by the way. They’re a toothless, grey guard demon in South Africa.”

“I know, honey.”

Both girls smiled that bitchy-so-not-a-smile the hot popular girls give each other.

The dwarf woman led the two through the small hallway towards the second balcony of the secretive club. Instead of 98 Dgreee posters, paintings of a giant shouldered, bald black man span the navy walls.

“This is our owner, Mister Norris. So strong, so tough, so, so, so Norris!”

Paintings burn in every realm of the underwood, Pedro gaze applauded the finest ass this side of Heaven: Sofi Poe’s

“What do you need a prince for? Your prince is right here.“

“I thought you were a simple groundskeeper,” The dwarf commented, reading her call sheet.

“My words thrown back at me.”

“This ho will throw something back at your hose, big boy,” Sofi promised, slapping her behind.

Hoe, Hole, Hoe!

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Christmas may be over, but jolly ol Saint Nick left behind some presents for ol Jack Mehoff!

 

The Splendficent series babes, Giselle Nyfall and Trisabelle Elvrina are still in the Christmas spirit. For these Hotties, season’s greetings are all about giving. What these horny bitches are giving is those hot blond bodies! Take a look at Giselle Nyfall, the book series main character and all around klutz!

 

 

That may be an electrical hazard Giselle! But who cares? I’ll risk shocking myself to death in front of the advent calendar just to hook up with this randy babe! Those Christmas ornaments attached to her just look like they could use a little frosting to complete. I think you get my drift.

 

Though Princess Tristabelle’s family adheres to Norse religion you can’t stop the Princess of Golden Land from getting down and nasty! Even on the lord’s day!

A smile on her face and a candy cane between her tits, who could ask for me? I think we can ask for more thing to complete the scene. I’m talking about taking for a ride, and not a sleigh ride!

 

It just so happens these two rauncy cuties have Splendificent Christmas stories for you to warm up with in this cold time. In fact, you may need to dive into the snow to cool yourself down after reading these hot sluts in action:

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Will forever be that bitch, a Fleur Flanagan bio

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Name: Fleur Flanagan

Species: Vampire-Sucubus hybrid

Relatives: Lotus Flanagan (mother), Lazarus of Bethany (father), a rumored tribrid daughter

Hometown: Boston, MA, USA, by way of the Christian Hell

Powers: Tissue, organ and limb regeneration. Day walking. Super strength. Super speed. Super agility. Heightened senses. Open access to Hell.

 

Frim, round and more than a handful, that’s what can be said about Fleur Flannagan’s big knockers! A vampire-sucubuss hybrid, Fleur was crafted by demonic energies to be a supreme sex-machine.While there’s not much that can be said about Fleur that hasn’t already been written on a gas station bathroom stall this author will try his best!

Being, a vampire-succubus hybrid may make Fleur seem to be dominant. And certainly, she can be! Look no further than the time she cuckolded her poor parole officer. The 45 year old mother of three had to sit there and watch Fleur’s juicy teenage cunt devour her husband’s throbbing big black cock on Christmas day. Yes, the woman sat in abject horror as Fleur poop chute engulfed his dark meat to the balls. Needless to say, Fleur is no longer welcomed in the stae of Idaho!

But there’s nothing like a woman in need, and Fleur’s constant gambling problem and disturbing propensity to continually bet on Michigan against Ohio State has left her in constant debt. Thus the brunette whore is often on her knees chowing on dick until her face distorts like she’s a cartoon character. Fleur is a true suck- for-money- bimbo who subs loads of cum for the loads of cash she owes.

Sadly, her gambling problem means she’d have to leave a trail of limp dicks across the continental United States to get out of debs.

Due to being born in Hell and spending a good part of her life there, Fleur grew attached to the sin of Greed. The brunette beauty became money-hungry to the extreme. Unfortunately, Mammon (the principal greed demon) never taught her how to make her money work for her instead of constantly working for her money.

Fleur happens to be the daughter of Saint Lazarus of Bethany, history’s original vampire, and a Catholic icon.  As the tale goes, Satan wished to create the first demonic/supernatural hybrid and paid the, Lazarus a  sizable sum of money to procreate with one of Satan’s succubus daughters.

Fleur’s a little disappointed Lazarus only fucked her mom Lotus, missionary style. But what are you gonna do?

Due to being only half demon, Fleur is one of the few denizens of Hell able to leave and enter the underworld as she pleases. Even Satan himself is bound to remain in Hell. Thanks to that Satan often gives his lazy granddaughter errands to run while one earth.

There’s a rumor floating about in knowledgeable supernatural circles that Fleur has a daughter who is a tribrid, part demon, part vampire…and part werewolf!

Unfortunately, bitterness towards Fleur’s mother, Lotus, and a century of child support payments has soured Lazarus on Fleur. This has turned the apple of his eye rotten. Now he wants to kill the poor girl or severely punish her for merely existing.

Fleur once thought she might hide from her homicidal dad in Nigeria as a novice. But the monks weren’t so easily fooled. She was stripped of her habit and endured tonsil touching face fucking from mighty black dongs! Then the monks tied her to the tree and packed her can full of BBC for hours on end.

Perhaps fueled by booze she tends to make outright awful decisions such as running with the Vice Lords street gang. Fleur didn’t do this because of some overarching criminal mastermind scheme. She did this to have easy access to black dick! The muscle bound slut became slave to the black dick, gushing in her panties whenever one of the guys would whip it out. Fleur would take numerous guys at once, becoming stuffed with black pants pythons to the point she felt like bursting

When her gang affiliation got her carted off to jail the fascination with dark meat didn’t end with dick! The black queens passed Fleur around like a bong, reducing her into a horny white slave for the duration of her stay.

Fleur has served as a ho for several strong-handed pimps. The bimbo has been traded back and forth between pimps, made to have an all out feeding frenzy on their black dicks, and sent home with a few bucks in her pocket! Fleur would be out at all hours of the night getting her holes jam packed with black dick! Luckily, the vampire-sucubus hybrid is quite durable as her air often halted due to black schlong fucking her adorable face.

Though Fleur is a dirty whore who will fuck anything that moves. Yet, the brunette minx loves black guys more than anything! She finds their athletic figures arousing beyond comprehension or explanation. Yet, even ones who aren’t athletic and might just be considered sloppy can count on Fleur chowing down on their black mamba. When engaged in sex acts with black men she often taunts them,  swelling their lust past what is possible with other races, inflaming them with anger and getting them to fuck her muscular frame like beasts or brutes. Despite her ripped figure, she has a petite height and often enjoys powerful black man dominating her little slut body. She loves their willingness to pull her chocolate locks or wrap their hands around her little throat as they pulverize her tight holes. Her screams of pleasure and pain only halt when big black dick takes up housing in her windpipe.

The wild black cock slut claims to have never seen anything more beautiful than black penis. Thanks to having an oral fixation, her favorite thing in life is to suck a big juicy one until her jaw hurts…that’s when her black lover can start face fucking like no other race of men can! She puts on extra eye makeup just so her lover can enjoy the effect of seeing it smeared by the tears of his harsh throat fucking.

The most black guys Fleur has ever been with was 8. One would think there would be a grand story behind this, but Fleur was simply shooting an anal masturbation porno when the director offered $5,000 bucks for an interracial gangbang. Stupid Fleur, so blinded by black dick, took the dark meat FOR FREE! Fleur was only supposed to suck off the guys and swallow juicy loads. But, obsessed with black guys, the muscle bound skank took a black dick in every hole while jerking her beloved black schlong off!

When left to lesbian devices, Fleur becomes a very devious lover. Unless, her lover can overpower her somehow, Fleur takes control and puts her partner at Fleur’s mercy. If Fleur wants to introduce a butt plug to an anal virgin, Fleur is going to do just that. If Fleur wants to slap around a delicate flower, Fleur is going to do just that. But even if Fleur is overpowered, Fleur isn’t defeated. The dominant continually has to keep Fleur under control lest the muscled-up brunette flips the tables. If those tables are flipped expect a lot of slapping, hair pulling, fish hooking, spanking, and spitting. And those will just be in the first two minutes!

Fleur attends Hemera University as an English major. The choice of major might shock some people. But, Fleur figured after 110 years of life she’s read all the classics? What can these professors throw at her?

 

This is Fleur’s first time attending school in New York City. Hemera happens to be something of a magnet for the supernatural. Thus it was only a matter of time before Fleur added a Hemera degree to her 4 other undergraduate degrees. In addition she assumes she can easily lose her dad in New York City. Unfortunately, Fleur fails to realize after 1000 years on planet earth a man can reach every where,

 

A Warlock’s Conquest, starring Giselle Nyfall

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“I’m the main character of this whole series! I even have the main character panties!” Giselle Nyfall of the urban fantasy series Splendificent.

 

Wilton Milsbury was a 38-year-old page in the Hemera University Library who hated his life.

Dear god, was it a boring life!

He was a practicing warlock stuck shelving returned books six days a week, 12 hours a day.

No excitement, no fun, no recognition for his magical might.

But the hardest thing for dear Wilton was all those beautiful undergrad women who passed through the library.

So many women who wanted nothing to do with Wilton.

Wilton had watched tons of Youtube videos on how to attract women. None of them got him anywhere. Poor Wilton couldn’t get the time of day with any of these young hotties no matter what Youtuber’s technique he employed. One time he went viral because a sophomore slapped the taste out of his mouth when he said he liked her top. Literally slapped the taste out of his mouth; he couldn’t taste food for a week.

Oh yes, Wilton screamed and cried about his ill luck. Until he found a grimoire in his grandfather’s basement. He knew this tome well. He was told never to open it, for it contained sinful spells. Yet, he was a man who hungered to sin. Lucky for him, that grimoire contained the perfect spell. The spell to attract the sluttiest girl within a four-mile radius and have her do his lurid will.

He burned a criminal’s bones, mixed a vial of his tears, along with tomato seeds and Hollybell root. Then he chanted the incantation in the back room of the library’s sparsely populated third floor, and waited.

 

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Giselle Nyfall had just come to the library because it held a book she needed for her Art History class. But something felt off. The moment she stepped into the library, she felt a wetness in her center. A voice sung in her head, “Take my dick!” a steady as a metronome.

Even hornier than usual, she wanted dick and Giselle wanted it bad as anything she had ever wanted in her life!

So she sat down in the lobby of the library and began sucking on her pen. Her dick sucking lips slurped that pen like it was an inch 8 dong. Yes, guys noticed, but they were too bashful to take up Giselle on her offer for a prime BJ.

Damn it, Giselle needed dick as the voice continued to demand she embrace this mystical schlong.

Something lured her to the third floor like a dog following the trail of treats. There she rushed to the books on Single-variable calculus. Giselle wouldn’t know what Single-variable calculus was if it bit her on the pussy! But she knew enough to hike up her already too tiny skirt and wait for the cock gods to bestow their gifts.

Wilton had found his lady. The horniest girl within four miles.

“Hi! I’m Giselle! My mom calls me Gis…in a totally nonsexual way! Don’t get the wrong idea! By the way, nameless stranger, can you fuck me silly Although people say I already am silly so will you fuck me sensible??”

“Hheheehe, bend over, girl!” Wilton barked

“Anything you say!”

The blond bimbo bent over, exposing panties already drenched. Within moments those white panties were pushed to the side. Without giving her a second to prepare, Wilton unceremoniously entered her from behind.

“Take it, slut,” Wilton growled.

In public in the middle of a university in the largest city in America? Who cares? Wilton pounded Giselle’s teenage snatch until the young whore’s spread legs shook.

“Gimmie those tits, bitch!” Wilton snapped, as he groped her massive funbags.

“I love getting my tities played with when I get fucked!” Giselle screamed.

“You think I care what you like!”

“That casual dismissal of my likes and preferences is kinda hot! You know I have this friend who gets turned on when me and my girls start insulting him. And so when I’m really mad at him I just compliment him and talk about what a great guy he is.”

“Shut up and take my fat cock!”

“You shouldn’t fat shame your penis, bro. Call it a plus sized cock! And yes, sir, right away, sir!

 

Wilton’s big hands gripped Giselle’s dairy pillows tighter the harder he fucked her.

“Holy fuck! Mother fuck!”

“Calling mother, iPhone,” Giselle’s phone stated back.

Unfortunately, Giselle’s grunts and moans overshadowed Siri’s voice.

“I’m all yours, sir!” Gsielle cooed.

“Giselle?” Dawn Nyfall asked, well below her daughter’s screams of pleasure

Sparks danced around Giselle’s sex as Wilton hammered her snatch like a boar possessed by a demon. As he kept fucking her pussy raw, he began to slap her big fat ass as if he were pounding meat.

“Ooh! Please beat my butt, mister! I’m a dirty girl!”

“Giselle!” Dawn yelled. “What the firggin hell are you doing?”

This time the sound of hand smacking pristine white ass blew away Dawn’s shouting. Electricity shot through Giselle’s moist sex and rushed across her body.

“Oh yes, mister! I’m a dirty girl who doesn’t deserve such good cock! Though on an existential level do we deserve anything?

“Giselle, answer this fucking phone!” Dawn hollered.

Unheard. Again.

“Whem I woke up I thought I was only gonna finger myself to Final Fantasy 7 porn, but this is way better!” Giselle decided.

“GISELLE NYFALL! ANSWER ME!”

“Bounce back on my dick, bitch,” Wilton ordered.

That set Dawn off to levels of Armageddon worthy rage. But her dumb blond daughter just rocked her hips back and forth on the penetrating schlong. Giselle’s big fat butt jiggled and jumped with each exertion.

The teen harlot’s blue eyes started to go a little blurry due to her how hard she was fucked. Certainly, there was no reprieve offered. Rather he banged her as such:

“You’re fucking me faster than a videogame speed run, Mister!”

“You gonna have a hard time walking when I’m through with you, little girl.”

“Squeal!” Giselle shrieked, not squealed.”Please cum inside me, sir!”

The sound of Dawn throwing expensive vases around the room could faintly be heard by Giselle. But the nympho craved meat too much to stop and investigate. That was fortunate as poor Wilton had been hungering teenage sex since he got this horrible job and had boundless energy. The warlock, once considered a loser, continued to bury every inch of schlong into the slut’s wet orifice!

The years of poorly paid misery were worth it for Wilton. He earned his happy ending as he planted his seed in the hottest slut walking the library.

Influenced by That Booty!

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Sofi Poe of the urban fantasy series Splendificent is a fox spirit who can shift between human and fox. Sofi’s not your average supernatural who shuns the human world. Sofi is all about humans….and their likes and their followes and their mentions. If you’re not popular on social media you might as well not exist!

Sofi is the daughter of the legendary gold digger and original fox spirit, Tammy Mae. This teen twat is the pride of her mom’s loins. She was popular enough to be student council president, but it was hard to win prom queen when you’re so slutty you spend prom fucking other girl’s dates.

You ever wonder what  an “influencer” does? Sofi Poe oft is one sexy fox spirit snd she’s going to influence you into giving in to your most wild of desires. Instead of posting on social media why not post up behind this biracial cutie, pull her panties to the side and hit the like button on some grade A ass? Sofi’s got the kind of junk that would send Megan Thee Stallion into a deep depression. This is an ass that you wouldn’t just follow on social media you’d follow into the fires of hell. A fox spirit will grow nine tails in life but all this tramp needs is that big phat one. So(fi )Be Sure to click the bell for notifications when this foxy teen is bent over and ready to go. Got down in her DM in up in this booty!

If you’ve got the bank account deep enough for the gold digger, you can head down south and up her dirt road to stretch out the redheaded skank’s hefty rear end. You’ll stop loving pussy the moment you plow through the thot’s rear entry. If you don’t get lost in the massive expanse of her ass you can drill the booty bitch until you empty your spunk in her trunk!

 

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

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 Fairy Kingdom’s Big Jugs Contest

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There’s been a crime committed! Dusty Blackwood of the Splendificent series has been forced to cover up her titanic double D jugs! The Fairy Kingdom celebrates a holiday called Imbolic, a time to make way for the new, where the hag gives way to the maiden and life is born anew. Slutty Dusty Blackwood ain’t no maiden. This naughty bimbo has been ropin’ in studs and ladies to thunder clap her big phat ass on in the barn. Even so Marbles Nightclub still let her participate in their Maid of Imoblic big jugs contest. The blond skank was all ready to bare the pride and joy of the Blackwood clan when the judge, a touchy-feely leprechaun halted the southern belle and left her looking like so…

 

“What’d ya mean I gotta keep my bra on? Ya’ll been waiting all night to see some real big ol melons and yer telling me I gotta keep my bra on? Cause of what?”

“This be a non nude contest.” The host explained.

“Booooo!” The audience hissed.

“You wanna explain non nude to me?”

“It means no bare flesh, lass.”

“No bare boobs. Nothing. No tits. Nothing. That’s what yer telling me. Does it look like I’m gonna not take off my bra? That I’m gonna comply. I’m gonna tell you this. Do you understand me? I’m gonna show my jugs wherever I dang well please. Look at me. I said look at me. I am the last girl you ever wanna tell to keep her top on.”

“Now see here, lady.”

“I ain’t no lady.”

The tiny host had had enough! He tried to physically usher Dusty off the stage. But Dusty swept him off his feet, held him high in the air and then drove him to the ground with the weight her mammoth melons crashing into him! The effect caused her bra to lose coverage of her jumbos who spilled out into the open! And that is how Dusty both won and was forever banned from the Marbles Nightclub Imbolic Big Jugs contest. But there were other naughtier night clubs out there…

 

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