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The tiger stumbled back, his fur matted with red as he took the harsh blow from the fish's spiked knuckle. The crimson fluid stained his abdomen, but it is his claws that really show the crimson flow. The other guy panted, his eyes going in and out of focus. Both of their outfits were shredded to shit, and a large chunk of the fish boy's left shoulder dangled from the tearing bite the tiger had given him earlier. "We could've been friends, you know..." the fish says, licking his lips. "But... I suppose, this is just as good." His eyes flickered downward, staring at the bulge that hardly hides behind torn pants. "Y... yeah," the tiger responded, his hand over his stomach. He tore off what remains of the outfit. "One last go?" "Sure, why the fuck not?" The fish responded, pulling down his shorts to reveal his swollen cunt. At the sight of that delicious fish pussy, the tigher pounced on him, digging his claws into his shoulders one last time. His barbed cock throbs with the need to tear this boy apart. All they had been through... just to end with conciousness waning. It's the hottest thing he ever felt in his life. Bu, he knows that since this will be it, he will have to give his partner soemthing to remember. So, he lines up that cock and thrusts it right up into his ass! As he thrusted inside, the fish groans, arching his back as the tiger tears at his scaled skin. Once so smooth, now it is rugged with cuts and scars. He returns the favor, jamming his spiked knuckles into the tiger's side, puncturing through his flesh, tearing chukns of fur. Hitting slightly higher, he even hears the crack of rib. The Tigher's growls only got louder, more erotic, when he felt himself punctured and ruined, he pushed harder, tearing up the boy's insides. This horrible display between the two would only serve to horrify any onlookers, but between these two, it is the most intimate form of love. These broken creatures, who only get a rise out of the pain they inflict on others, were short for this world. To end each other by their own hands is a blessing to all those good and moral. The tiger groans, speeding up as the blood from the fish's torn insides lubricate his cock. When he releases, it is deeper and more intimately inside him, no matter where he had filled him before. The fish shudders all other, whether it be in shock or in ecstacy, and he takes the moment himself to lean into the tiger's exposed neck and, with his own sharp teeth, tear out the flesh so it spills the life fluid all over his face. The tiger had never told his partner once "I love you," and he had no means of doing so now, yet, in their own diseased way, as their fluids pool together and their bodies slump, they, for that fleeting moment of life, knew it to be true.

Muscles

"So, little one, you like what you see?" I do. Really, I do. When I first met Charis, I didn't know exactly what to expect. She had been at the local market, and the way in which she carried large crates over one shoulder was amazing. Through her tight shirt, those muscles of hers looked like they were about to burst. I just had to approach her. I just had to ask her. And now, here we are. "Always happy to show off," She admits, swiveling on her hip and flexing to show off her back. She had stripped down all the way, allowing me to see every inch of her sculpted body. "I could never look like you," I whisper. "Oh, hush," she says, placing a strong hand on my bare shoulder. She gives me a squeeze and a large smile. "That's the sound of a quitter, and you aren't a quitter, are you?" "N-no, I..." I gulp. Just staring up at her mountain of a body, even though I'm standing up, I can't even reach her breasts. "I'm just a tiny little person." "Small people can be healthy too, you know," Charis says, nodding with a pat on my shoulder. "Now, then," she smirks, her eyes scanning down over my body. "You said you wanted to touch 'em?" She lifts her arms up over her head, giving me full reign over her. My fingers brush along the Olympian build, feeling the crevices where the bulging bundles of power connect to each other. The hills and valleys of tough tissue nothing like the skinny, flabby form I have. My fingers trail down over her abdominals, caressing along her six-pack, but soon, she sighs and says. "You want some more, don't ya?" "Gods, yes," I sigh, my voice broken. "Ready to go a round?" she asks. "You said maybe." "I couldn't compete," "You don't have to... not yet. But maybe one day you can. That's what's exciting for me. Let's see what you got." "Y... yeah, sure!" I say, rolling my neck. "Alright, let's go!" She grapples me immediately, clamping my arms against my body as she lifts me up with no effort. I'm like a doll compared to her power. "One day, you could be ripped enough that I can't lift ya!" she says. "But for now, I love the feeling of being on top. How about you?" "You're wonderful!" I gasp. "Damn right! I work hard for it!" she throws me down onto the grass, and I groan as the shock of hitting the soft dirt traveles along my body. She lays on top of me. She could do whatever she wanted, and I couldn't do a thing. Those muscles flex and quiver as she holds me down, hardly even moving as I despeately try to struggle to get free. She licks my cheek. "Yer cute," she says. "Now, then, I guess this means I get what I want from you. "Yes..." I sigh, closing my eyes. I'm too weak to say no, but I dont' want to. She's strong, and I want her to take whatever she wants from my pathetic body.

Wax

The match is struck wiht a sizzle, sending the dark room into the low warm flickering of firelight. The master of wax places the flame up against the wick, browning the wick of the candle before the scent of smoke wafts up with its curling, looping motions. "Before we begin," the Master says, "we need to make sure you're safe." He nods his head and the assistant approaches, her body completely bald, yet shining in the light. In her hands, she holds a bowl with a yellowish clear solution that reflects my face back at me. "Just be calm," she says, placing the bowl down. She dips her hands into it and pulls up the shimmering solution, annointing my head with the cool oil. Once the fluid slips down my body, she sets to her own work, pressing her own slippery form against my own, rubbing her hands, her busom, her whole body up and down in a sliding grace. There was no space she didn't touch, and by the time she was done, I too, glistened much like her. "That should make it easier to clean you up, the Wax Master says, stepping forward with his hand cupped under the burning candle. "Now, shall we begin?" I nod to him, and he nods back to the servant girl, who disappears into the darkness outside the little candlelight. While I cannot see his eyes, I know he does this for my pleasure. His hand pulls away, and the slowly cascading wax rolls its way down along the red candle's side, cooling into little stalactites that hold despeartely to the last drop. It quivers with the shaking of the Master's grip and the gentle breeze of the air circulating through the room, holding onto its space for far too long. It breaks, falling and then splashing right upon my nipple! The crash of heat sends the sensitive nerves ablaze, causing me to gasp into the night. Smaller drops erupt from the initial crash, dotting the area around my chest. "Very soon, you won't have to worry about that burn," the Master says. "You'll be able to walk out in public without being accused of indecent exposure with this red wax on your chest." His chuckle is echoed by the servant. My breath comes up in ragged chains. I want to peel off the wax as an instinct, but my hands have been clasped up above me. I am totally at the Master's mercy. He moves his candle down along my body, letting out smaller drips here and there. I gasp at each, until he reaches down to the most sensitive regions of my body. But, as he gets to my navel, his hand tilts, sending more of the hot wax pouring out like so much oil over my frame. A trail, leading down from my belly button to my nethers, burns through my body, marking me with the dye-coated wax as someone who had endured the Master's pains, and am open for more. And of course I am. I have not felt a thrill quite like it ever before! "Now then..." the Master says, striking a second match. "Why don't we try some blue, to go with the red?"

Sounding

I sat comfortably on the chair, yet my hands clenched tightly to its arms. I agreed to try this, sure, but I've never done it before. When I brought it up to her, she giggled and responded. "That's okay, neither have I. But I have a guide here, and I bought this straight from the shop, so, it has to be good, right?" She looked to the package, which read "Guarnteed to fill his desires.' How cute. Now, then, I see you're already a little hard." "We're both naked already," I pointed out to her, but she just shrugged and lowered herself to her knees. She pulled the small instrument out of the package. It was clear, probably plastic, maybe even soft. She squeezed it to see how it would spring into place, and when she was satisfied, she turned toward my cock. The plastic thing with its rounded end brushed up against my skin. It only served to harden me further. I lift my hand up, but she protested, saying "You promised you wouldn't touch. Do I have to tie you up?" "N... no. Just a little nervous," I said, placing my hand back down. She nodded and brought the tip up underneath my glans. For the longest time, she swished it back and forth underneath the hood, touching that sensitive skin. But sooner or later, she had to get to the main event. Perhaps, it could be later? The plastic tbe trails up the seem of flesh under the opening and soon enough, she pressed the head against my hole. I gasped as it enters in. For the first time, something went inside of me that way. New tingling sensations I never thought possible travel down my tract. I grip the arms harder, fingers clawing at it as I wait for it more of it. With my cock stiff already, the soft plastic tube pushed in. Though there is some resistance, it slid deeper within as she focused intently on my shaft, watching as the slight bulge of flesh tells her where the tube has gone. I tilted my head back, groaning out as pain flares from within me. Yet, it is a different sort of pain, an exploratory, exciting pain. Nerves fired up that had never been used this way, coming alive as the foreign object travels deeper and deeper inside of me. There is something magical about the body's one-way exits. When we did our first anal play, it was much like this, yet this was much more intense. I could not help myself but continue to breathe in low and continuous moans. At one point, with the thing halfway sticking out of the head, she stopped, but I turned back down to her, with a gaze as if I had hearts in my eyes, and spoke plainly. "Keep... Keep going. I want, no, I need more!"

Licking

"M... Mistress, are you really sure you want to do this?" I stood there, looking into the mirror. The hair dye and straightening left me with a rosey violet that draped down over one of my eyes and over my shoulders. The costume she ordered for me wasn't too suspicious, but the exposed midriff and high boots and gloves gave it a sort of fetishy vibe. The top, white with padded shoulders, had a red R emblazoned upon it, with the front split apart to show off the black sports bra underneath. "I've never been more sure in my life, pet." Out steped my mistress, dressed in a pink top and skirt with some yellow on the stomach. A pink beanie rests on her head, with two big eyes staring at me. She also has a long curly tail. "Now then, did you take the proper steps?" I blushed deeply, grabbing onto my skirt. I nodded quickly. "Only the best foods, and I... I trimmed myself... all over." "Oooh! Let your mistress see, pet!" She said, landing on her knees in front of me. I look up and away, trying to hide the embarrassment. I lifted up my skirt, going commando as my mistress instructed, and showed off my shaven pussy. "Lovely," the mistress said, placing her hands upon my thighs. She snickered and glanced up at me before rolling out her tongue, extra-long. Everyone knew that about her, and they might have suspected her kinks, but they didn't know. Not like I did. "Licki!" she cried, right before pressing her red wet tongue up over my snatch. I shuddered, closing my eyes and sighing a bit. She pinched my knee, and I understood her command. I feel onto the bed and spread my legs widel She treated me to her long tongue, knowing just where to go. HOw to tease my clit, how to explore within, now to find my spot. But before she was done, she plulled out and licked her lips. "Roll over," she commanded. "Spread'em." I gulped and did as she commanded, my skirt up over my waist now, my butt in plain view. I spread my legs out and grabbed my cheeks with those gloves, digging in and pulling them apart. She gasped at the sight. "Magnfiicent, pet... you're so shiny, so clean, so soft!" the way she rubbed her cheek against my booty made me bite my lip. "Now then, for the real main course," she said, snickering. I closed my eyes, waiting for the penetration. It didn't come at first. She licked up and around the inner walls of the cheeks first, and the soft warmth of her tongue on my taint made me breathe with a steady, heavy pace. She smiled and grabbed onto my rump and stuck it in, her tongue wriggling down inside of me. I cried out, grabbing my mouth, not wanting to be too loud. "Oh, no you don't, dear," My Mistress said. "If I'm going to eat your ass, you're going to let me hear you squeal..."

Distracted

I supposed that I did promise him an exciting evening, but I really did need to get my work done. He had put out all the stops, the mood lighting, the rose petals, the nice meal with the good stuff. Well, it was a long day at work, a little distraction before I continued couldn't be too difficult. Of course, I knew how to multitask. I responded to emails with one hand as I ate my meal wiht the other. He said something to me, but I wasn't quite sure what. A final email sent, and it was time to get to my desk and type up that report. At least I could take my shoes off and let my stocking-clad feet enjoy the rest, my legs stretched as I sat at my keyboard. He walked in, and from above my monitor, I could see he had removed all of his clothes. I supposed that I did owe him for the lovely meal. "I'm working," I said, but tapped my foot on the rub under my desk. He said something, excitement on his voice, but I really needed to figure out the best way to tell my boss about the report today. Soon, a warm body slid under me. I lifted one foot, groping for the spot that made him groan. I curled my toes around the length, and gently stroked up and down along it. "Hm... 'the company is a strong pillar of the industry'? Yeah, that'll work. His moans came up from under my desk. I brought my other foot to him, groping and fondling at him as I opened up a new music tab. I hit "save" for the last time on the project, and wet warm goop splurted all over my stockings. I pushed my chair back, looking down at him, laying there, panting heavily and shaking his head. Must have been pretty good. I sighed and pulled my stockings down and off of my legs, tossing the cum-stained article to him before I got up from my workstation. After a long day of work, a nice snack and a bit of reading was in order. After finishing my next chapter, I glanced up at the clock. Almost time to go to bed and continue the grind. A bath was exactly what I needed. I filled the tub and slipped in, letting the water caress my nude body. The door opened up and he stepped through. I flip around and just let the water soak my body, my breasts against the tub, my arms supporting my head. I could fall asleep right then and there. He entered, sloshing the water a bit, and his hands groped over my form, squeezing my chest. But even as my lover slid his member deep inside me, I could only think of the presentation I had to make the next day. What would I say to my boss? In my mind palace, I saw myself standing there and speaking to everyone, and even as he came inside me, I was not distracted from my work at all, even as everyone watched as his jizz drooled down my thigh for everyone to see. In my mind and right then and there, I smiled. I'm glad to have someone who understands me.

Tentacle Love

Doing the whole hero thing gets old after a time. The only people I actually ever meet are monsters in disguise, and the extent of our relationship is mortal combat and firey, explosive death. That all changed, however, when I met her. Our initial meeting was about the same. She was up to some convoluted, Scooby-Doo plot. I just happened to be there. I transformed to stop her evil ways, she showed me she was actually an extradimensional horror from a netherworld. We faced each other in a flashy battle, the two of us fought to a standstill. My costume was torn to shit and she had lost a few of her appendages. Both of us were spent, but as we stood there, staring into each other, we only had one last thing to do... talk.

Skip ahead three months later, to me laying down on my bed, naked in the dark. The shadowy form in the darkness loomed over me, tendrils writhing up all along my body. "Happy third anniversary, sweetie," she said as she gave me a sloppy tentacle lick on the cheek. I closed my eyes, preparing myself for what came next. That tentacle wrapped around my neck, once, then twice, and the muscles in that alien appendage tightened up. Yeah, yeah, I know. My life's so fucked up, I can't get off normally, but you know what? Karen's just so damn good at it. That rush as I can hardly pass any air through, that control she has, that tender loving coo in her voice telling me we're going to have a lot of fun, it all just rubs me the right way. Speaking of which, the tentacles that aren't holding me down slide up along my legs, spreading them so she can poke her head in between them. She sighs happily, her more humanoid tongue slurping up between my lips. "I've been waiting all day to taste you," she growls, then dives her tongue in. Though I writhe in pleasure, though I cry out her name, she still isn't done. "Let's keep up with your training" she said, flipping me around, bringing me up to my knees. She smacks my cheeks playfully before spreading them apart, revealing the untouched star waiting for her. She opens her mouth wide, and a mouth-tentacle inches up from within her throat. This one was hollow, perfect for extracting, or injecting, fluids. With a heave of her alien body, she produced the slime that traveled down her tentacle. It entered into me, the strange cool sensation making me purr. Karen kept doing this, her body having produced an excess of this material. It traveled up into me, up pass my butt, into my colon, and maybe even up to my stomach. I groan as it starts showing, my toned body becoming pregnant with her slime. I wonder, sometimes, what life would have been like if I didn't let Karen become my girlfriend? I would have killed her, just like all the others, and that would have been a terrible shame.