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A fairly busty Professor of transfiguration

Hey all,

As I said, these are kind of designed to be released whenever, when I have time for them, instead of the pre scheduled big Sunday things, I'm just trying to hit the Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays for some consistency, so that's why this is a day late. I spent yesterday... doing other things.

So, McGonagall, err... I mean... McGargleballs...?

Yeah, that works.

And it's a funny sex joke too, see, she gargles balls, funny. And it sounds like gonagall, someone she definitely isn't.

Anyway, this completely original character do not steal is the resident professor of transfiguration... by complete coincidence it has nothing to do with the Harry Potter character.

She's old, stern, and takes her job very seriously, awards are only given out when earned the way they should, no shortcuts through... different means. That said, she's very good at rewarding those students that try hard, trust me. Very principled, doesn't break promises, and she's never missed a blow-job Sunday since gaining her position.

Naturally, she's very beloved by the student body, if a bit feared due to what she'll do to students caught... cheating.

In her youth though, she was a bit of a rebel, a ne'er-do-well that thanks to her proficiency with transfiguration got away with a lot by... catering to the specific desires and leanings to those she slighted, to make up for it, so to speak.

But everyone grows up one day, and so McGargleballs after the wild fun in her youth decided to take life a lot more seriously, though she never lost her touch in handling a nice hearty meal of salami and meatballs, with plenty of cream, and still uses her skill in transfiguration to keep herself looking... far younger than she should look. But no one's complaining about that.

Phew ok, that's the final gal in the first set of 7, remember, there are 13 of these, quite a bit to go. And I'm already working on a new set that will include some of the gals I couldn't in this one because I ran out of space for non-hagworts female characters, without you know losing that "oh look it's numbered after these magical numbers that are only divisible by one and themselves how neat also often associated with luck, or its opposite, and with magic whew so smart me very big IQ yes very smarty" thing I have going on here.

SoCarter out.

Ancientmermaimon deep dicking

Hey all,

So, that didn't go as planned.

Again.

Really, this time it's all on me, because somehow I mistook what day it was last week and thought it was Sunday on Monday. So there I was, setting out to finish the piece, when half way through the day it dawned on me I had been completely mistaken. And in usual me fashion, I completely froze up and didn't do anything while fretting over dumb stuff.

There's no excuse, I'm just dumb. But, this has happened several times over now where I settle into a schedule and then drop the ball or bit by bit it gets chipped away at and then I drop the ball. And then I panic and stop and then pick it up again later to try once more. And I don't intend to stop trying.

Again, for all of you who stay, thank you. And for everyone that thinks "Yeah I'm not putting up with this inconsistent nonsense and broken promise after broken promise" Completely understandable, absolutely fine. That's why everything's available for free.

Anyhow, half way through this week I decided to put off this release till this Sunday, that being today, and start fresh again tomorrow. Because I'm not going to stop trying. I managed to keep a good output going for over a year at the beginning, I have no reason to believe I can't do it again. Just gotta keep trying.

Oh also, Digimon ass. Mermaid ass. Ancientmermaimon ass. And pussy too. Another Digimon that does not get enough attention, and she's a mermaid, mermaids are hot! There should be more. So of course, being in the position to change that at least somewhat, here's her getting dicked... upwards? It's definitely not dicked down, I mean, she's on top, but clearly not in charge right now, but also you know, not against it either.

I also completely underestimated how much time those scales were going to take, tell you what when the lines were done last week, my wrist was sore something fierce. And I like lining.

SoCarter out.

A very p*rny T'au Commander

Hey all,

Yes indeed, despite covering all five flavours of space commie weeb blueberries, we are still not done with those dreaded T'au. And I feel now that the initial five basic types are done, it's a pretty good time to commemorate the occasion with a bigger sketch for once. I have others planned for the various other races too.

Though there is not a lot to tell now as a lot was already covered in earlier posts, and I just want to cover the basics in these long rants, not go into detail.

But for those in the know, you will quite easily recognize her as being based on one famous T'au Commander Shadowsun, or O'Shaserra as she's called in her own tongue. And also affectionately known as 'Shadowtsun' among the fandom, because weeb jokes. if you don't know what tsun is because you're not a weeb, just look up tsundere or something. I'm here to talk about Warhammer, not teach you guys about the mysterious ways of the land of the rising sun.

Now this sketch is actually an old-ish one, predating the shiny new model she received last year (or maybe two years ago already? Dunno, time is wonky these days), and based on an older piece of similar fan art of her in a similarly skimpy version of her old custom stealth-suit. And I didn't want to draw an updated one because I like this version so much. You can tell it's not based on the new model by the lack two extra robot arms her new stealth-suit has.

So I guess we can pretend this is her... lesser known but no less hot, I mean capable, sister.
Who... Inherited her old suit.

Typical, the younger sibling always get the second hand stuff from the older one. *shakes head*

Have fun looking at her extremely exposed bottom area, I guess the stealth tech throws up some kind of light-distortion shield around her, otherwise you'd be dealing with a floating pair of shapely hips and jiggling cleavage prancing around on the battlefield.

Not that that wouldn't be fun. But in combat, especially when you're supposed to be stealthy, not very practical.

SoCarter out.

A fairly busty Skeeter

Hey all,

And here we have the sixth non-Harry-Potter character sharing a remarkable resemblance to one Rita Skeeter. While obviously, she is not her, this is Lisa Scooter, from Hairy Trotter.

Obviously.

A Journalist of sorts, or so she at least fashions herself as one. Known for her scathing articles of various public figures, Lisa somehow always manages to come out with killer stories with gripping headlines, whether those stories exist or not, she'll find them.

Or rather, convince people to tell those stories using her various assets.

She likes to call them her puppies, and despite what common belief may hold about cats and dogs, they go along famously with her tiny kitten.

She's always been hot and knew it, and knew how to use her assets to get whatever she wanted. Even back in her young years, where she managed to get her way through school with top marks in all subjects despite a distinct lack of expertise in most fields. While somehow, any and all naysayers either started singing a completely different tune after a long (and loud, she's a screamer) private meeting with miss Scooter, or somehow got themselves wrapped up in all kinds of controversy despite there being absolutely no evidence of their involvement, or of said controversy even taking place. Their cries of lies and deceit where quickly brushed aside.

And with age and experience, she's only gotten better at doing it.
Yes, that means both the lying and the sex.

SoCarter out.

Another fairly p*rny warrior

Hey so, as you've noticed no doubt, change of plans.

I was going to do the big Sunday upload yesterday at the latest thinking I could hunker down and crunch through it, so to speak. But as it turned out, work has suddenly out of nowhere turned really busy all of a sudden, especially for the first half of this week, and try as I might, I saw no way to get there on time at the rate it was going.

So I have decided, instead of two rush jobs for two weeks straight (as this week would also have to be crunched to finish on time obviously with last week being late) I'm just going to leave last week's upload for this week's Sunday and not ruin my wrists trying to do both.

I've also decided that is probably a good idea from here on out, if I miss a Sunday upload due to other obligations, better to just postpone it for the next one rather than try to rush them both.

On a positive note this does mean that this week I have a lot of free time from most of the work being done already last week, so I can maybe do a little bonus thing instead on Saturday or whatever.

Oh yeah and also of course the character sketches will now just come today, tomorrow, and Friday instead of the usual.

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...What followed was perhaps the most restful night the group had experienced yet since setting off, the prince no longer constantly perturbed by his magical manhood, he only fucked Knight Sophia and Bernadette once each, keeping it nice and slow for once, before falling asleep.

The next day was similarly looking to be uneventful, Casandra having requested a day of uninterrupted research into the fragmentary notes, scrolls, and tomes, for hopefully even more progress made the next day.

So with nothing of import to do, aside from perhaps purchasing some more supplies at the local market, it was decided to pay their Orcish compatriots a visit and deliver the news.

Problem was now, how foreigners popping in and out of the well-guarded city just to visit some nearby woods that's half a day's ride away to return immediately after could raise eyebrows, and with progress well on the way in both uncovering the prince's fornicational mystery and in getting the church on their side, they might need to be careful.

As luck would have it, when they traveled to the entrance gatehouse to scout things out, they immediately spotted a familiar face among the guards letting visitors in and out.

The stern face of black-haired guard Olivia turned into a concerned frown at the approach of the prince, a blush spreading over her face. It didn't take much convincing before she called in a fellow guard to cover her shift for a bit while she excused herself, smuggling a coyly smiling prince with her quickly before questions could be raised as they both made their way outside of the outer walls. To disappear down a side path into the slums surrounding the city, mostly occupied by beggars and people stranded, denied entry for questionable and unfair reasons, hoping to try again the next day.

Pushing her against the back wall of a particularly sturdy hut the prince and guard Olivia made quick work of it as he slid the short tabard she wore under her armour aside to slide himself inside of her, still standing upwards and facing each other.

Slowly driving himself in to the root, enjoying the sounds of strained leather straps of her armour stretching with the added girth to her midsection his enormous penis made, he lifted her trim, fit leg up for leverage before quickly and shallowly pumping himself back and forth inside of her hot and wet, tight slit. The stern female guard moaning and gasping into his face quickly as she met his feverish pace with her own in turn, rolling and gyrating her hips against the prince's groin as it rhythmically smacked against her.

Before long he began pouring himself into her hot box as well to her soft cries of pleasure and, not wanting to overburden the straps of her armour, slid himself back out of her after three massive pumps stretching her belly to let the rest of his thick, stringy white goop splatter against the wall instead, she'd had to return to her duty quickly and couldn't do that with a dirty uniform, much as he would like to cover her.

Making themselves decent again, Olivia informed him on the rough times when she's on duty so she could help smuggle him back inside again, and off the prince went, on his own for the first time since getting rescued.

Just before mid-day he reached the spot they'd picked to camp before entering the city, but being neither a seasoned survivalist or gifted tracker, wasted a bit of time wandering around the area in search of the clearing, slowly growing panicky, when suddenly a green, strong arm wound itself around his throat from behind.

"Vhad's dis? A lonesome human all alone in de woods?"

A husky, but distinctly feminine voice gruffed into his ear.

"Good day Sharog, I was trying to find camp and was starting to worry I'd gotten lost"

He replied to the unmistakable thick accent of his favourite Orc, she laughed heartily in reply, and spun the prince around to face her, hugging him close and burying his face into her ample cleavage before keeping him an arm's length away while she inspected him with concern growing on her face.

"Vhy are you alone princeling? Did someding happen to de odders?"

A brief recap and some assurances later they were back at camp, where the prince immediately got the wind kicked out of him as Mugbel hurled herself at him with an excited cry. And with the pleasantries out of the way, he began to explain the new plan and the next steps to take...

"So we'll have to stay a while longer, at least until we can get the church to back off, then the guild can send out a search party to investigate the ruins."

The prince finished, chewing on some venison as Sharog and Mugbel had decided to celebrate his brief return with a mid-day roast and stew.

"So you vil return nowv, yes?"

Sharog asks, the prince swallowing a mouthful of deer before answering.

"That was the plan yes, I'm only here to deliver the news..."

He began, trailing off at the disappointed looks the pair give him.

"...but..."

The pair perk up again.

"The guard I uhm... "bribed", to get in and out would have her shift ended by now... so, I suppose I'll have to stay till tomorrow morning before I can get back inside..."

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Right, so as you can see, another human for the sketch, she's like some vague Roman analogue or what have you, again, haven't figured out the human side of things, continuing on with Dragons instead:

We've talked about the two non-Dragon category of Dragons, which sounds insane to type but it's important the distinction is made, as there are a lot of pseudo Dragons running and flying around that from your medieval dirt farmer's perspective, are just Dragons because they're big serpentine flying monsters that breathe fire and steal livestock, and really, that's all that matters.

But now, let's talk about the real deal. And for this we're going to take a step back and take on the role of a paleontologist looking at this all as if we're living in this world, and trying to piece together an evolutionary history with fragmentary fossilized bones. As we have a look at what this paleontologist might call 'Saurian' Dragons.

Saurian Dragons are, as the name might imply, related to Dinosaurs. They are big, they are scaly, they breath fire (or other elements) can fly, and lastly, and as stated before perhaps most importantly, wield magic. They are your quintessential Fantasy Dragons.

In the early days, it was actually thought that Dragons were direct ancestors of the ancient Dinosaurs, as the Birds are, with Gryphons and their ilk being descendants from them. And it was hotly debated for a time when how and why either group got their wings and took to the sky, seemingly completely independantly from each other, Birds, and Dinosaurs as a whole.

This all was thrown aside with the discovery of a single fossil. A small, arboreal, lizard like creature, featuring a huge fan of segmented bony spikes it could fan out around its shoulder girdle. To the paleontologists of the time, an obvious precursor to the great wings of their later ancestors, similar to the bony struts found in some lizards today, used to glide between the trees from branch to branch as they hunted for insects and arachnids, small early mammals, and whatever else was smaller than them presumably. Unlike the lizards with those fan like structures though, theirs were strongly anchored to their skeletons, with already quite significant muscle attachments wrapping around the torso to anchor them in place, and several additional bones in the shoulder girdle not found in any other vertebrate alive today or extinct except the distantly related Gryphons.

Only problem was, it was found in rocks much too old to be a Dinosaur.

And it had feathers.

Well, feathers is a strong word, it had some roughly quill-like, hairy body covering, roughly analogues with real feathers found in modern Birds, and the similar picnofibers that covered the bodies of another extinct group of big fliers; Pterosaurs.

It was now fairly obvious that the origin of Dragons, and Gryphons both, lay much earlier than previously thought. And in the years that followed a slew of other discoveries started painting a clearer picture of what their evolutionary family tree actually looked like.

And it is at this point that I realize covering just one of the "real" Dragon families found in this sexed-up version of my homebrew fantasy setting is getting so long I'm going to have to cut it up again and leave the next part for later. So... See ya next time for more Dragon ramblings and smut.

It's not that long but there's a big portion of story and also the whole explanation for the delay and I do have limited characters here, so yeah. This is as good a cut off point as any.

SoCarter out.

A fairly busty chaser

Hey all,

Hey now what's this, another Gryffindor I mean Griphondoor girl? Weren't you going to do one of each house on every iteration of 7 Hairy Trotter girls?

Well you see, as you may have read in the previous Hairy Trotter gal, the named characters among the four houses aren't exactly equal in number, and some don't get up to the final 13 total I would need for each house. Certainly not from those purely within the book canon, because if going by purely those only Griphondoor has enough to make it to a full 13, and then only just barely with numerous gals name dropped once and never mentioned again. So for some sets of 7, since the numbers aren't equal among the houses, I need to double up on some by stretching what can be considered "canon" and including ones from extra material, though I tried to stay away from Video Games as much as possible. Most extras being from the notes (already seen one from Ravencl-Crowtallon) and some from the films.

This one however, is not from the notes, as Katie Bell... *ahem* Katja Beel, plays a significant part in the books as part of the Griphondoor Quidditch... Quimbitch? team, and the unfortunate collateral victim of an attempted attack on Dumble-dior at one point, at least if memory serves me right it was her, not that other chaser from the Griphondoor team.

Whew, stopped myself on time there in mentioning his real name.
And by that I mean I obviously didn't because Dumbledior is an original character do not steal, as are all the others so far and I have no idea what you're talking about.

Oh yeah a sex joke... ehm... She's really good with a "broom handle", trust me.

Anyway...

So as said previously, this will be the last upload of the week, as I am away for the weekend due to birthday related shenanigans and the big piece will likely drop on either next Monday or Tuesday instead.

SoCarter out.

A fairly p*rny Krieger

Hey all,

And now after a bunch of super-soldier mega assassins that are considered the best of the best of the best and as individuals second only to legendary named figures from imperial history, some of which being these ultra-specialized super assassins themselves, but just, even more notable than their "vanilla" unnamed counterparts.

After those, we go allll the way back down to earth to mingle with the "normal" humans.

Normal being in quotations, because while in physical capability and looks they do look perfectly ordinary, the people of Krieg are far from normal, as you'll soon find out.

Krieg used to be a fairly typical imperial world, dutifully payed their imperial tithe to the Emperor on his throne on Holy Terra, who they worshiped as loyal citizens of the Imperium. And everything was beautiful and fine, mega cities that scraped the stratosphere hosting populations in the billions stood tall and proud, testaments to the Imperium's might and the God Emperor's supremacy. The seedy underworld of these cities, is to be ignored of course.

Then, rebellion. The planet fell into a brutal civil war as Chaos cults sprung up among the planet's populace. As the fighting grew ever more brutal and violent, spreading across the planet, eventually, it started looking like the loyalists would lose the fight. And so, the leaders of the planet did the unthinkable.

They glassed the entire planet themselves. If they couldn't have their world, if the Emperor couldn't have it, no one would.
The once (by WH40K standards) idyllic world turned into a barren, radioactive, toxic waste. A death world of their own making. Surviving on the surface was now nigh impossible, and so the people of Krieg, those that were left at least, retreated underground.

The fighting had gotten so fierce, and the actions taken to ensure the world didn't fall to the forces of Chaos so severe, the imperium actually thought the planet lost.

That was, until the planet of Krieg sent its yearly imperial tithe again as tribute to the throne, same as it had always done before the civil war. But not just that, they paid far more than they were owed.

And then they did it again, and again, and again.

The people underground, barely scraping together a living in their toxic death world, wanted to make amends for their failure to the God Emperor. Their civil war and betrayal against the Imperium, and their failure to stop it, a sin they all carried with them.

With most of the populace irradiated to the point of infertility or worse, they people of Krieg took to cloning to keep their population up underground. Stripped of all personality, ego and ambition, a Krieger exists only as a number on a spreadsheet, with but one purpose:

To die in service the God-Emperor of mankind. The only way to repay his kindness of allowing them to continue existing despite the grave sin against him they all carry with them. Only in death, can they atone.

Part of this Imperial tithe all planets must pay, are contingents of conscripts for the Imperial Guard. And Krieg's main export, is guardsmen (and women).
In battle, any guardsmen is expected to hold the line and die holding it, no matter the foe, no matter the odds. But none are so devout in this duty, as the Death Korps of Krieg. 

Fulfilling their duty with grim, silent determination, they dig trenches, hunker down, affix bayonets, and charge the cybernetically enhanced demon soldiers made of rape and pain. Emotionless bordering on the suicidal, they freak even the most hardened of Imperial guard soldier of any other regiment out as they dutifully fulfill any order without complaint or comment, their only response a stiff nod, salute, and a click of their boots as they tap their heels together at attention.

So devoted are they, that where in most IG forces it is a Commissar's job to keep the soldiers in line and make sure they fulfill their duty under pain of death, Commissars among the Death Korps of Krieg often feel almost useless, having to sometimes even perform the opposite of what they're used to do, try to convince these emotionless automatons of flesh and blood to retreat on occasion if such a move is strategically advantageous, because they certainly won't do it of their own accord, the Kriegers don't care, they will die for their Emperor.

This one has huge tits.

SoCarter out.

A fairly busty Hannah

Hey all,

Ok so after two weeks we finally have something a day late... if you've noticed to upload schedule by now, which for the moment has solidified into Monday, Wednesday, Friday character sketches/maybe something else (hasn't happened yet but hint hint maybe something might happen one day who knows I'm not making promises I'm just keeping my options open though there are vague plans no promises don't get your hopes up), and Sunday big pieces.

Now why am I bringing this up the moment I break from this schedule?

No reason.

But I can now mention that this post would have happened, on time, and would've largely been the same save for this tangent, if it weren't for me feeling like utter garbage yesterday and I had to put it off. Because I don't prepare these beforehand but draw them on the spot, that kind of makes them sensitive to these kinds of setbacks, unlike the other big posts, which I will work on throughout the week and will most likely be mostly done by the time Sunday comes along, and when they're not only requiring small touch ups here and there, some neatening. (Barring unusual setbacks such as me not being around due to certain events and holidays and all that jazz)

I dunno what happened, Guess I just had a bad day, caught a cold, whatever, either way I went to bed way early with an extra painkiller down the hatch to keep the ol' stomach at bay and lighten the headache. Point is, nothing to worry about. As today as you might notice, I'm fine again.

So this might happen again in the future, the Monday, Wednesday, Friday sketches might deviate by a day here and there occasionally.

But this does bring me for a bigger announcement about a delay for this weekend.

For you see, I'm gone this weekend visiting the family again for the first birthday celebration of the year, thankfully far more sporadic in the first three quarters of the year than the mad dash for celebrations in that final fourth. But they do still happen. So this Sunday's upload might be a day or two late, in which case I might forego the Monday sketch.

Oh yeah also this one is the busty blonde from house Hufflepuff called Hannah Abbott. The Hufflepuff house over the many years of its existence has garnered a reputation for a unusual high rate of big breasts among the female students, and similar rumours are abound concerning the... equipment of the males as well. And dear Hannah is no exception, the largest in her year, but not among the entire student body and certainly not faculty.

I mean none of that is true that isn't her at all why are you mentioning Harry Potter are you crazy? This is clearly, clearly, something else entirely. She's Anna Habbey from Hugglepuss.

Also she's one of the very few named Hugglepuss students that appear in the book, only Slitherin, I mean Snickerpin, has less named female students, with 4 book characters.
(Gryphondoor has 13, Crowtallon 7, Hugglepuss 6)

SoCarter out.

Didn't we do something like this before?

Hey all,

The second week of the new year (where I'm producing content), and we're still on schedule. Damn it's getting harder not to jinx myself but I'm really feeling pretty good about this so far and positive about the future.

About the piece, this is one of those long-standing commissions that were put on hold when my health starting going sideways last year, then downwards, and sideways again. And I've finally gotten to it. The women in question is modeled, as per the request, loosely after one Porsha Carrera, a p*rnstar, so I don't think it's very much of a problem to be using her likeness for stuff like this as she's... done this herself, obviously.

Well not this specifically, because what's about to happen to her is quite frankly, anatomically impossible and quite deadly if actually attempted in real life, should you even manage to get that far to have it be a danger to your well-being. But if stories of people getting frisky with... beings of the equine variety are to be believed, it is possible to go that far, but indeed as one would suspect, does impair one's health. To put it in certain terms.

Anyway you could look her up if you feel like it, but I did change her significantly. Though she is modestly thick in the downstairs department and decently stacked as well so... eh.

As per usual, the man I drew could probably cut diamonds on his abs, that shouldn't be a surprise to anyone at this point anymore, but I just want to mention I am decently proud of this particular set of muscles. I also left some details off his manhood to indicate it is not quite erect, and has room to grow.

And yes, the resemblance to an earlier piece I have made of a busty beauty resting a thick throbbing footlong on her bojangles is intentional, it was what was commissioned after all.

SoCarter out.

A very p*rny queen

...Thinking back on his younger years, the prince recalls the time where he first met the queen of their neighbouring kingdom. Their relationship has historically never been stellar, but at a meeting of kings called by none other than the elves themselves they and many others had put their differences aside to attend the event, though the Elven monarchs didn't bother to show up in person of course.
He had just gotten old enough his father the king had permitted him to travel along with his parents to the historic event, as before for any political meeting and negotiations he had to stay back at their castle to be looked after by the servants. So he had looked forward to it a lot, finally getting to witness what being a ruler of a nation was all about.

The elves of course were beautiful, but they dressed in unflattering robes and kept their distance at all times, so he never could get a proper look. But when she entered the room he couldn't keep his eyes off her. Queen Margaret.

He had heard from his father that her betrothal caused quite the stir years back, as she had apparently been a low-born commoner. At that time their neighbour king had been less scrupulous about his tastes and desires, and was a renowned horndog/womanizer, whichever term suited your fancy more. he frequently plucked women off the street, using his name, influence, and inexhaustible wealth to sleep with them, and when neighbouring lands and high lords of suitable ranks offered up their daughters for marriage, he always made sure to "sample" the offerings, but turned them all down after getting a taste.

That was, until Queen Margaret arrived. At the time she wasn't queen of course, not yet. But people around the king quickly noticed it when he kept going back to the same woman, instead of trading her in for the next.
Not soon after he announced his betrothal to the mysterious princess Margaret of a faraway land neither he nor she saw fit to name, and brought forth a woman that looked suspiciously a lot like the one he had suddenly become enraptured with weeks before.

Many lords and nobles were offended at this, as not only was it not customary for a king to do that with a commoner (you keep them as concubines of course), but also he was waiving goodbye valuable political opportunities with but an errant thought, the wiles of his quite fickle penis. And then there was their daughters, who had painstakingly put up with him and his tendencies to try and secure for themselves a marriage (and more importantly, the political opportunities it brought with it), now with nothing to show for it. Some had denied suitors of their own in hopes of this, who they would now have to crawl back to, if they would even have them.

many accused her of witchcraft to convince the king to annul his wedding, but he wouldn't hear of it, and anyone espousing such views was swiftly dealt with until people learned to shut up.

Despite all the controversy around them, the marriage went through, and so Queen Margaret entered the scene.

Even the young prince could see why the king would have made this decision when he laid his eyes on her. Her dress she wore to the event was, to put it lightly, in one word, provocative.

Almost everything was on clear display that day. She wore a simple thin dress with an obscenely deep cleavage, that split at the front just above her bellybutton, hugging her waist tightly by a leather strap just under her bust, gigantic breasts hanging over it, contained in nothing but the upper part of her dress with the lacing keeping it all in place not nearly long enough to bind the silky fabric properly together around her heaving mammaries. A simple fur cloak with a tall collar dragged behind, doing nothing to hide her luscious curves. And below the split in the dress every undergarment she wore was plainly visible, from the lacy fishnet stockings held up by garter and belt, to the matching pair of black laced panties, partially see-through right at her most tender parts. She had also worn a lacy choker, which he was pretty sure had written the words "break me" along it, but he never got close enough to her to make out what the embroidered pattern spelled, if it spelled anything at all.

The prince remembered it well, because that day had been the day of his sexual awakening because of her, and that night the boy became a man as he experienced his first ever climax thinking about the "evil" queen Margaret and her great big tits and even larger behind, with thighs thicker than his torso. And she had remained an unattainable fantasy of his from that day on.

Thinking back on all of this, and explaining some to Sophia and Bernadette, he stared off into the distance, not even noticing the nearly-bare wobbling breasts of the attractive employees and their matching jiggly behinds strutting past. He had never even stood still at the thought that of course she would be in this city, together with her husband the king in their castle, at their capital of the country. And now she was palpably close, and he had the best tools he could ever wish for to actually BE with her, swinging right between his legs. He had never considered the thought he could turn his fantasy into a reality.

Yeah, they could definitely use this opportunity to their advantage, he told his two partners when his head returned back from the clouds and his eyes followed the gigantic heaving bust of a blonde Dwarven ale-wench walking past, the place they had chosen to stay remained a surprise of exotic employees...

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As before, we are again dealing with another human, and as stated before, I don't have a lot to say about them, just imagine a human history roughly equivalent to the real world after the Elves and Orcs had their war, and you get a good idea. She is here, obviously, because the story mentions her, so this is the perfect place.

We are instead going to talk about...

Dragons?

Yeah, let's do Dragons, I have lots to say about Dragons, and while there are going to be Dragon characters later on, there are probably not going to be enough to cover everything I have to say about them, so now might as well be the time to at least get the basics down.

If you go back to the very beginning of this venture into the fantastically porny, I am actually using my own homebrew fantasy setting as a backdrop for this story, but with everything sexed up a bit. And my fantasy setting (still a work in progress by the way, will probably never be done but I really like wordbuilding because I am a huge geek), actually started out with an effort from me to try and sus out a reasonable evolutionary history for how biologically viable Dragons could potentially evolve. So that's how it all started, with Dragons.

This eventually expanded, and snowballed, into what it is now, as well as this porny thing I'm doing with it here for you guys. And throughout my musings, I discovered several things:

While biologically viable Dragons is a neat exercise is speculative biology and evolution, the resulting critters always feel kind of... lame to me. Like I've taken the fantastical out of the Dragon, and now it's just a big flying lizard, which can't be nearly as big as I would want it to be because of those biological limitations put on it (all of course, assuming a relatively earth-like atmosphere, climate, and gravity).
So I discovered that for Dragons to work and to remain Dragons, the magical monsters that burn fields, steal livestock, and kidnap princesses to be defeated and slain by valiant knights. I kind of need to keep magic as part of the equation. Magic is the deciding factor between a mythological beast, and a real world animal.

And that's when my world was born basically, an effort to create somewhat realistic mythological animals, while keeping their fantastical nature intact.

Through these musings, I came up with several solutions to the Dragon problem, eventually resulting into 4 "kinds" of Dragons.

The first are the easiest ones. Because culturally, Dragons themselves, as well as most other mythological critters, probably came to be from tall tales spread word of mouth among people ages past, it is reasonable to assume the same would happen in a world where Dragons are real. And many a mundane creature can be mistaken for something else by some poor downtrodden dirt farmer that doesn't know any better because he was never afforded the opportunity to learn about this. So this category of Dragon, the False Dragons, aren't Dragons at all, but mostly animals that often get confused for Dragons. Put here your Crocodiles, Snakes, and Lizards, and other such things (there is more to say here, but let's leave that for another time.

Second are Ethereal Dragons, and good god is it good that I have already devoted significant time into explaining magic to you fine folks because if I had to start from scratch here we'd be here a while, and this post would be a lot longer.
But remember how magic is a force that is neither matter nor energy, not a particle or wave, but just this undefinable force that exists in the world that likes to break the rules of physics, but is also directed by the "desires" of the world, which in itself are the result of physics?
And how this results in magic congealing together into entities where there exist high concentrations of matter and/or energy?
Because Ethereal Dragons are such entities, these entities have gained conscience and have chosen to take the form of what we would call a Dragon.

So, so far two of the four kinds of Dragons haven't really been Dragons, at all, especially that first category, but despite wanting to give short overviews for them here and going deeper in on them later on, it seems I am already running out of space anyway. So I guess we'll save the "real" Dragons for later, again.

Hey all,

How's it going? Second week looking good so far as well huh?

That's neat.

Anyhow,

SoCarter out.

A fairly busty Veela

Hey all,

So yeah, here we are again with a totally-not-harry-potter-girl, Even though her race is part of the title making it pretty hard to deny the connection...

...The non-existent connection because it's not there, you're delusional. Get him to the infirmary.

Outdated Chernobyl reference, yay. Great show by the way, go check it out. Also listen to the little podcast the creators did after you're done, they discuss and explain some of the creative liberties they took with that show, interesting stuff.

Wait what am I talking about, this is about Harry Potter.

I mean, no it isn't. It's a completely different thing, totally, I swear. Hairy... Trotter is what I called it. Yeah.

So this is obviously Fiona DelaCruz, not to be confused with Fleur Delacour the completely different person. Yes I am aware that name isn't exactly french, but you see, her family is a bit more exotic, having the Veela grandmother and all, so I'm excusing it.

I think we all know who she is so there's not much explaining to do, except I'll note that in the fourth year where she arrived, she immediately rose to the top of the rankings for basically every house. Not helped by the fact she was extremely picky about who she chose to hang around with, making her only more desirable, aside from the... plentiful assets she inherited from her Veela side. Yep, another one of those cases where one didn't have to do much magic to enhance what was already there. Many a students thank the heavens daily those french uniforms aren't available in her sizes, because seeing those pendulous puppies swaying in their confines barely holding together around them brightens even the most depressing of days.

She knows how to use them too.

SoCarter out.

A fairly p*rny Wych

Hey all,

So it's that time again, time for another Warhammer 40K gal. A dark Eldar this time.

To explain a bit about the dark Eldar. They broke off from their regular, vanilla kind sometime before the great fuckening, which is what I like to call the event where they managed to murder-orgy an entire new chaos god into existence smack bang in the middle of 'em.

The vanilla Eldar were actually pretty concerned about their race's ever more... questionable tastes and habits, and warned against the dangers to mostly deaf ears. So the more cautious of them hopped onto giant world ships known as craftworlds, and got as far away from the centre of their galaxy-spanning space empire before things turned a whole lot murder-y, so murder-y the torture fuckers couldn't handle it themselves while an army of demons played xylophone on their ribs while using their eye sockets as makeshift cock holsters... except the cocks were knives and tentacles, and the brand new god tore their own pantheon assunder above them.

The craftworlds far enough away, thankfully managed to avoid the worst of it, but their souls were still doomed.

As were the souls of those that did not get out of dodge but managed to get through it anyway by some gigantic amount of cosmic luck.

Most of course, realized the error of their ways somewhere around the 1 second mark post-birth of Slaanesh (that's the god the boned into existence if you forgot), and swiftly joined their craftworldian brethren once they could.

Some, more stubborn ones, somehow didn't. They were too lost in their way of decadence and degeneracy, their minds and senses fried from all the excesses they partook in, and unable to turn back. The rest of the more sane Eldar didn't think too kindly on that of course, and those survivors that could not, or would not, change their ways of murderrape while tripping out on bathsalts fled into a realm known as the webway, and from then on came to be known as the dark Eldar.

The webway, is a series of tunnels through space and time, bridging faraway points in realspace together in far shorter, more manageable distances. Constructed by the old ones (the same ones the necron btfo'd) and inherited by the Eldar. It is a far more stable, secure, and safer way to get around than the very deadly warp travel us humans rely on.

And it is inside of this web of tunnels that in some secret corner none could find the dark Eldar hid away from everyone else to continue on with their rapey ways, in a city known as Commoragh. They exist mainly as pirates and raiders across the galaxy now, hopping in and out of webway gates to pillage and plunder some until too many people really wanting them to stop show up and they hop back through those gates back to their super secret city. Making them at the same time less of a unified threat than the fledgling T'au empire represents, but far more universal, as they can come from anywhere.

I'll explain more on how their Commoraghian ways work later with another dark Eldar chick somewhere down the line. So for the moment I just want to focus on the particular kind you got strutting her stuff in front of you right now.

As the title says, she is a wych. The wych cults are gladiatorial organizations of fighters found all throughout dark Eldar-dom, where they excel (and revel) in murderous violence and bloodshed. Being gladiators, they often put on very bloody shows for the other dark Eldar to furiously masturbate/torture to in excessively painful dances of violence that could make Khorne proud... were it not for the fact that they're doing it for the wrong reasons and Khorne HATES that, you should just do that for its own sake, not to sate some kind of weird demented desire... which he hates ever so slightly less.
Slaanesh of course is all too pleased, and would really like to join, which the dark Eldar then don't want because then she'll do that thing she did to the entire rest of their race which was somehow worse than what they are doing right now.

When they're not putting up these shows for their own amusement, wyches often make up a large portion of a raiding band of dark Eldar pirates alongside their more range specialized, better armoured brethren Kabalite warriors, where they will carry an array of exceedingly pointy weapons with them to rend enemies apart in the most pleasurable (read: painful) way possible, because that's what it's all about. Without killing their poor victims if they can of course, they will need to be captured and brought back to Commoragh to take part in the fun (read: torture). Something you can't do when already dead.

The rulers of wych cults are called Succubi by the way.
Make of that what you will.

SoCarter out.

Nice F*cking Tiddies

Hey all,

Me oh my, that's one week down with everything on schedule for once. I'm not going to leave it on a hopeful note this time though where I go "Let's hope I can keep this up" because that almost never bears any fruit and I'm pretty sure I'm Jinxing myself there.

So to beat myself to the punch I am decidedly not doing that, but instead merely pontificating on what would happen if I were to wish for it silently in some long forgotten corner of my brain where no functional brain cells dwell, except for Larry, who is a creep and a weirdo and mostly the reason the other cells don't go there anymore. And hope fate doesn't notice I'm temping it.

Euh... fingers crossed, I think, figuratively of course, we're not actually making any hopeful statements here.

On that title though... Nice Fucking Titties? Whatever could that mean?

Could SoCarter be getting into... *gasp* NFT's!?

...

No, I'm not, but seeing how they're the talk of town currently and I thought it would be funny I opted to humorously "misunderstand" what NFT's were all about and instead draw some fat fucking milk factories. Udders if you will.

Because you know, drawing breasts is fun.

I was actually finished with this yesterday already, so yeah, things are looking really good schedule wise indeed. And I briefly juggled with the ideas of maybe doing a bonus drawing or to spend some more time on this one for some alternative versions.
I chose the latter, adding some cock and spunk because that's always nice. And aren't we all familiar with those annoying floating beach cocks that creep up on you from behind and then splooge all over your tits?

...

No?

I was sure it was a thing... Oh well.

SoCarter out.

A fairly busty Sue

Hey all,

So, of course, this is not a character from Hogwarts as said before, because this is all completely original and has nothing to do with Harry Potter. She's from Hagworts.

However, all jokes aside.

I wanted to do this series for a long while now, sexyfying all the female characters. And I do mean all of them. Or well, a significant portion. I initially wanted to keep it to just book-canon characters. But with my plans, quickly realized that was not going to be enough.

Initial plan was, based on the amount of female Hagworts faculty, 13 in total. I'd do 13 series of 7 sketches each, capping off each set of seven with either a professor or other.

I had assumed that, with the majority of the story taking place at school, and with faculty only being a small pool of characters within there, the majority of characters would also be students. So I broke it down as 4 students, one per house, two non-Hagworts female character, ending with a professor, seven total, thirteen times, 52 students, 26 others, 13 faculty, 91. I was kinda wrong.
Turns out there's way less students than I had assumed, and even now after really stretching the meaning of the word 'canon' to get to that final 52, just a cursory count of other female characters done mostly by memory leaves me with less than half of the total drawn with 26 sketches. And I didn't even have to scour the wiki yet for increasingly obscure names to get there.

But I don't want to deviate from this 7-13 set, 7 books, 7 school years, 7 horcruxes, 7 sketches, 13 professors/others, 13 sets. Seven and Thirteen are both considered magical numbers. It all lines up right, very neat I like it. And 4 students per set, 4 houses, 3 left over, 3, another 'magical' number? It's perfect. Too perfect. I can't drop it.

So we're going obscure. Also partially because I'd already drawn so many I didn't want to retroactively change it and throw everything off once I discovered there were not going to be enough students.

Sue Li is from a group of characters known as the original 40, they being the names of all forty of the titular character's school year, 10 for each house, even 50/50 split between the sexes. She was never mentioned in the books, but from the writer's notes we know of all of them. And she was sorted into Ravenclaw... er I mean, Crow...tallon, yeah, sorted into Crowtallon. Ignore the shield on her uniform, it lies.

Also she's not called Sue Li, she's... she's... Siya Liu, yeah that's it.

Got nothing to do with Harry Potter I mean Hairy Trotter.

I'm not sure how long I can keep these "totally not the thing we all know it is" jokes up but I'm going to try to go all the way.

SoCarter out.

Another very p*rny nun

...The orgy that followed was just as good, if considerably shorter than yesterday's. And when all was said and done and the prince blasted his final couple wads of ropey splooge out over his currently three favourite faces, they cleaned up, got dressed again, and head out to revisit the abbey.

"You are the one cursed?"

She asks, the party nodding as she bowed lightly down the entrance hall and to a door by the side, past the confessional booths he titfucked Katherine in yesterday, spinning on her heels to lead them there.

"And you are?"

She asks again, referring to the two newcomers walking either side of the prince.

"We are- ...We've been... 'taking care' of his curse so far, so to speak."

Sophia answers, Bernadette opting to let the experienced knight do the talking.

"Harlots, in here."

The nun says as she opens the door and nods inside, Sophia briefly opens her mouth in protest, but elects to let the comment slide in order to not jeopardize the chance the prince got them yesterday. When the prince wants to follow them inside, the nun blocks his entrance with an arm.

"You are to remain here and reflect on your ungodly actions and sins with this man, someone will be with you shortly to ask what you know. You..."

she says, turning to the prince, staring him down with cold eyes, the lines on her face betraying the woman's age despite the quite shapely figure she fit in those robes.

"-Come with me, and we'll see your manhood calmed, as god intended it"

He looked back at his two companions, who nod at him to go ahead. And he's lead into another hallway by a different door to another room. Where inside sister Katherine, and the other nun he accidentally plastered, are already waiting.

"These two were soiled yesterday, so the damage has been done, they'll be your partners"

The older nun says matter-of-factly, as the one besides Katherine gives her and the prince angry glares, frustrated she's been roped into this simply for opening a door.

"Now, show us your manhood"

She follows up, gesturing down to his groin. The prince had entirely forgotten to try and become aroused to keep up the charade. But sensing there'd be little point in stalling, lets his trousers drop again as he frees his enormous manhood, still a bit sensitive from the mages guild, and jerks off to bring it to full mast. Luckily, as Casandra had said, he's just as capable of performing like this, just more in control of himself when he does. The room gasps as he frees it, Katherine and the other having already experienced his enormity simply look at it, but their fellow sisters clasp their hands in front of their mouths or eyes at the sight of the two-feet of manhood, thick as an arm and quickly rising to attention.

"He really is cursed...~"

One says with empathy, some of the others nodding, probably expecting it to all have been a bunch of lies to get freaky with nuns.

"That's right~"

Says Katherine, who's struggling to hide her desire to taste more of him as she steps forward to speak to the others.

"So remember, we've all taken our vows, and we do this not for his or our pleasure, but to stop his affliction from pushing this poor soul down into sin, lest he become a ravening beast and take us as he desires. This man needs our help. Not our ire~"

She says, dropping her cowl to reveal her pitch black straight locks of hair cascading down and framing her pretty face, and begins to disrobe as the others standing aside slowly approach, the other nun following Katherine's lead as she too starts to undress, her face beet red and her brow furrowed as she reveals brown bushy curls...

...moans fill the room as hips clap against ass, the prince pounding away at the two beauties laid out in front of him. The nuns refuse access to their pussies, and with the prince more in control of himself, he's able to comply. They've opted to lay down on top of each other, smushing their hot cunts together instead for him to spear his manhood between. The brunette is on top of sister Katherine, now moaning happily along with her as his veiny shaft rubs her outer lips apart and past her little clit. His hands on the small of her back, he's pushing her down on top of the far bustier raven-haired beauty to create pressure between their soft, smooth bodies as he pumps his rod between them, so long his tip reaches up to Katherine's huge and heavy udders and once again getting titfucked by the pair as his groin claps against the larger ass of the brunette, watching the buns quake and jiggle with every impact.

"Gonna... Bust!"

He groans, releasing between the two on one final thrust, a jet of hot splooge flying out of their combined cleavage and hitting them on their chins before he pulls back, still firing ropes, and proceeds to cover the pair as they scramble up to catch what they can on their faces, lost in lust and pleasure as they take face fulls and occasionally swallow the thick, juicy muck, swirling it around in their mouths. Stray splatters land on some of the other gathered nuns, who at first jumped back scared, but now simply let it happen and disrobe to join their already soiled fellow sisters.

He lets himself fall back, still jacking as his climax subsides, and looks over the crowd of bodies surrounding him. Reaching over to the nearest ass pointed his way, he buries his fingers in the older nun's sensitive twat as she moans in response, and scoots up closer to press her face against the side of his soiled shaft, lips pouted as she trails the occasional kiss over its length, while Katherine, the most eager and already recovered from the massive facial, leans in as well to envelop his glans in her warm, velvety lips and mouth, and she rapidly tongues his urethra just as she noticed he liked it done, prince groaning in approval and reaching over to let his fingers run through her hair while she reaches back to cup his hefty balls and playing with them, again to an approving grunt. The older one moans against his length as he fingers her, speeding up and up until he's full on finger blasting her, and she comes to a squealing climax when Katherine aims his rod at her face for her to slurp on, the mature lady eagerly doing so as her cheeks cave in around his girth from the suction, prince gritting his teeth in response.

Another nun, one of the youngest in the convent, crawls on over to him, already plastered in parts of a previous load of his, rubbing her decently sized breasts up against and over his arm and torso as she silently, and with gasped moans asks for a kiss. The prince gladly obliges, taking his occupied hand off Katherine's head to instead wrap around the newcomer, rapidly finger blasting her too as she begins to moan into his mouth. And he moans right back when Katherine moves up further to once again wrap her huge, bouncy udders around his manhood, rapidly pumping as the older nun keeps suckling harshly on the head.

The prince having worked her to another climax, the older nun moves her shaking body away from his hand, immediately taken up by another fresh sister sucking her juices off the digits before moving his hand to her sex, so he can continue. He of course, gladly complies, his mouth still occupied by the younger sister while he slowly works her up to her own climax, two fingers dipping in and out of her hot wet slit, wriggling them around and pressing against the more sensitive spots of her inner walls while thumbing her stiffened clitoris as more mouths and breasts get added to his pole, as many as it can fit while the prince sits in the middle of a growing pile of writhing nude bodies. Until he's fit to bursting again, pulls his rod back to the disappointed moans of his many partners, only to turn into surprised gasps and moans of pleasure as the long ropes of his thick seed begin raining down on and draping over the many curvy bodies offering themselves to him. The prince happy to give every girl there their fair share...

..."An orgy?"

Bernadette says half-bemused, half-offended as she crosses her arms on overhearing of the prince's progress.

"Well not really, they didn't let me go all the way so... it was just mouths, hands and breasts mostly"

He retorts, trying to defend himself from the accusing glares as both his travel partners stare back at him, and he quickly takes a swig from his mug of ale in the communal dining room of their inn during the resulting pause.

"Oh poor little prince, his harem of holy women didn't let him go all the way with them. I thought we got rid of your endless sexual appetite?"

She replies mockingly, Sophia shaking her head with a bemused smirk next to her.

"Meanwhile while you were getting your rocks off by that gaggle of judgemental, hypocritical harlots, we were getting interrogated and not-so-subtly accused of being responsible for the state of your magic cock and balls, we actually uncovered some valuable information that could help us... and the mages guild."

She finishes, in quite a haughty tone for someone who just sat in a room together with the person who did the actual investigating, Sophia rolling her eyes at her again with a smirk.

"It's the queen"

The redhead says, taking a quick sip herself to let the words sink in before continuing.

"She apparently routinely makes the rounds in the various temporary religious buildings in the city until their cathedral is finished, though I'm not sure if it's entirely of her choice to do this. Probably mandated by her husband the king, and probably because she's guilty of something less-than-morally-pure herself, and he's trying to get her to behave herself, through religious re-education."

"Indoctrination"

Bernadette corrects her under her breath, looking around the crowded room. Even here the strange mix of sexual repression and obscene decadence is palpable, the many servers and barmaids walking around in risque outfits and getting plenty stares, yet barely anyone dares raise a hand to them even though they seem to encourage it.

"Either way in just a few days time she's said to return to the abbey, and I'm sure that is an opportunity we can make use off. Who knows when she'll be there the next time again, and I don't want to sit around in this city for months until she returns for another chance, so we have to grab it. My pockets are deep, and I'm sure I'll be compensated for my expenses when all is said and done. But they're not bottomless and that's future gold, and this place is very expensive."

Sophia finishes when looking around the decorated room, even the plates and cutlery appear of high quality.

"So my prince, I feel this is more of your territory, anything you can think of we can do to make use of this royal opportunity?~"

The prince swallows...

Hey all,

See? These are still happening too. And look at that amount of text! Probably one of my longest ones yet. I apologize to the ones who were expecting expecting another witch orgy due to how our previous post ended, that fake out was uncalled for.
On the upside we instead got some nun-centric smut, will we eventually go all the way with them though? Only time will tell...

And that time is now, I'll spoil you on it now, Sister Katherine will get dicked down. There, big surprise.
Anyway, since this one's so long, don't wanna ramble here, no lore either, just story and smut, enjoy.

SoCarter out.

A fairly busty bookworm

Hey all,

Oh would you look at that, another series of character sketches? Oh my, from Hairy Trotter(tm) this time?

I trust you all know what franchise this actually is, but since the ages of some can be rather... questionable ...here's the porny spoof of the setting where everyone is legal and also that totally isn't Hermione, it's... Harriette Grinner... yeah, that's it. Completely different character.

As I had said, no essay on Hagworts(c) lore, I want to cut the load down and actually be done with a piece once finishing drawing it, not then also spend an hour writing a dissertation or novel or whatever, so we'll leave it with a lil' blurb about their character.

Among the student body of Hagworts(c) every year brings their fare share of desirables. students, both male and female, like to rank each other and gossip among themselves about who they'd like to bone, how hard, how often, and in which position(s).
Not so Harriette Grinner, she's the studious type, preferring to focus on her studies and getting high grades, whatever the cost.
Whatever the cost.
You dear reader, may make of that sentence what you will, because this frizzy-haired bookworm will do anything for an O (Orgasmic, don't ask me how the Hagworts'(c) grading system works)

This of course, does not stop the other students from grading or pining for her anyway, and though still she's oft overlooked, she is among the bustiest in her grade, though few can tell because she's always tightly hugging a stack of books and scrolls to her indomitable bust. In her house of Gryphondoor(r), she's secretly the current top ranking lass in her year, though the boys don't dare tell the other girls.

What is of course the best thing about her, is that her incredible body is almost entirely natural. Wizards and witches like to... *ahem* "Enhance" their assets and looks, but Harriette has no interest in such ventures, as plan b for a good grade is merely a fallback should things go awry, she prefers to get ahead using her brain.

Hmmn, still quite a bit of text, but as this also serves as a bit of an introductory bit, I'll let it slide for now.

Also, the full title of the book she's holding is "Fantastic Breasts and Where to Find Them", because I am both witty and hilarious and also it's literally just one extra 'r' and the book becomes about something completely different... and I have the humour of a 10 year old.

SoCarter out.

Gee Sophie, TWO weiners?

Hey all,

Hey hello hi again, it's been a few.
So as I said, things slowed down a bit for the holidays because busy and stuff. But it ended up going for way longer than planned and I ended up going on a little... ehm... kinda one and a half/two month break.

Looking back on it, it was rest I needed. But as per usual my chronic disability of letting you peeps know about stuff stopped me from communicating any of this to you. So don't worry my health is fine, no crisis here, just took a bit of an extended break.
For those who stuck it through: dang, I am grateful. For those that didn't: gee, I don't blame you.

I promise I don't plan on the content output being this low. I think the problem currently is, perhaps contradictory so, all my "time saving" measures I put in place to try and keep up a weekly schedule. Because those quick character sketches I do for my fantasy setting and Warhams ends up taking way more time because I'm also writing a goddamn essay down here every single time to go with them. And I feel kinda stuck now in this format because uploading a sketch without story or lore feels like a waste, and I'll have to sketch an additional fantasy character to make up for it, meanwhile the smut gets more detailed and drawn out, necessitating ever more character sketches, et cetera, et cetera.
Don't get me wrong it's a ton of fun, but it's hardly been saving me much time throughout my, by now extremely delayed, "comeback".

If you were wondering. Yes, this IS that third thing of the three big pieces I promised to drop during HALLOWEEN, that was before Christmas, before December, before November even. That's not even one big piece per month if you're keeping up count.

I used to do two per week.
Now granted, this was due me devoting far less time and effort into each individual piece at the time, but even after that I, for solid block at least, was able to keep it to once a week+ sketches.

For this one, I went back to lining by hand again, as I had initially changed to using the line tool, as it was far quicker. But here's the thing. I started working on this last Thursday, and I finished it around midnight yesterday, that's less than a week, Without any time saving measures. Obviously I can still do it.
So methinks it's just down to motivation, the pressure (I entirely put on myself and there is no-one to blame but me), of wanting to provide the weekly big projects together with the sketches and giant lore and story dumps put me off on getting back into it because it all put together ended up being far more work than I wanted to do, that I had planned to do.

That's silly, I don't need to do all of that. At the same time, I don't want to stop doing it either.
So maybe, the next "quick" project should include a bit less effort on my part. Maybe purely sketches (cleaned up of course), no big enormous walls of text I don't even need to write in the first place because I'm pretty sure that's not what you're here FOR so why should I even make that a reason to not upload because I feel I put too much on my plate and now I'm stressed and what the hell is this, this is my hobby, not a job. What the hell am I even doing? Just draw big floppy ding dongs stuffing luscious babes with cream what is the problem?

So, here's to my comeback, again, I might slow down the... *ahem* "quick and easy" sketches so I can focus on the important stuff a bit more.

SoCarter out.

A fairly p*rny Culexus Assassin

Hey all,

So as I said, this weekend I will again be away visiting family, I'll try to see if I can get something up on Monday seeing as I very likely will not make the Sunday upload, but I also am hopping from visiting the fam straight into work on Monday so I might not be able to make that either, we'll see next week I suppose.

But anyway, time for another porny warhammer40K gal. This time our fourth, and final Imperial assassin. The Culexus.

Now technically, for those who remember it from an older post, or those familiar with WH40K. Would know that there are six, not four, assassination temples. But as I said then, the final two never make an appearance in the lore save for vague mentions that they exist, and are basically never shown nor described. We know nothing of them except their methods. So drawing them could be... challenging.

The Culexus however, is not one of those final two, and we do know a good deal about them.

Culexus assassins are unique among the Assassin temples, in that they specialize in assassinating a specific kind of individual. Namely, psykers.

In the world of 40K there is a place called the warp, or immaterium. A mirror dimension to our physical realspace, where time and space don't work like they do here, and emotions are made manifest. Congealing together into entities that embody that emotion or feeling, or group of emotions.

There is lots to talk about the immaterium, what dwells there, and what it means for 40K, but that is a topic for another time and different sexy babes. Let's focus on psykers for now.

Psykers are individuals who have a strong mental connection to this warp realm, and can somehow tap into it and use its energies to do what basically amounts to magic. They can use it to shoot mind lasers, they can use it to levitate objects, influence minds, perceive things you normally can't see, all kinds of things.

They are very powerful, and very, very dangerous. Because the denizens of the warp aren't of the friendliest sort, and will attempt to break out into our reality using the psyker as a conduit. They will then proceed to violently murderape their way through reality until the psyker turned portal to hell runs out of juice or is otherwise dispatched off, barring of course they don't find different ways to persist here once making the jump.

And so since these individuals are so dangerous, a kind of assassin was created to target them specifically, to dispose of them before they can become an even greater threat, provided of course that the imperium of man hasn't already managed to get them through the usual channels and killing them is the only way left to get rid of them.

Aside from psykers, there's another kind of "mutant" human, even rarer than those individuals who can tap into the warp. A blank.

Now everyone has some connection to the warp, some mental, psychic footprint we leave behind in the immaterium, psykers are just those with a particularly strong connection to the warp, to the point where they can tap into it as a power source and do magic. A blank is the exact opposite, they lack any and all connection to the warp.

We don't know what that means or how it works, as logically, any intelligent thinking individual should have some connection to the warp, because that is the place where all our collective thoughts and feelings are made manifest. Some say it is because they lack a soul. In any case, we know even less of where they came from or how they came to be, as their existence should not be possible. Yet here they are. In old lore it was mentioned that their existence among humans was a part of the machinations of the Necron, or their very own trickster god now shattered and imprisoned slave The Deceiver to be specific. But that has since largely been dropped and hasn't been mentioned in a while.

I must point out again, that technically, there is no such thing as an established "true" canon for Warhammer 40K, there are only official statements on the setting, oftentimes contradictory, and all these statements are equally "canon". As in, someone in the setting could very well say and believe these things. While another may say and believe something else.

They simply also may not be true, and it's up to us to interpret all available information and any future information that may come, to draw our own conclusions.

In the case of the blanks, we really don't know, the old lore hasn't been mentioned in a while, so many assume it's been largely dropped, though the information is still there, so technically, canon.

There is a bunch to say on the blanks, and I'm sure we can talk about them again some time later as the Culexus isn't their only appearance in the setting, but now that you know the basics, let's focus on the actual subject of this meandering post/lore dump.

Blanks, and thus Culexus assassins, are a complete void of warp energy, to the point that they cancel out warp activity wherever they go. It is outright painful for a psyker to even be on the same planet as a Culexus assassin, and may be driven mad from the pain of simply being anywhere near them.

One can only imagine the sheer agony should they touch one, blanks are wholly anathema to a psyker, and the Culexus' latent anti-warp abilities have been augmented on top of that. That's what the funky skeleton helmet is for. In another piece of borderline heretical tech, their helmet somehow enhances, focuses, and weaponizes their anti-warp field they exude, and can shoot it out in anti-warp beams made of 'fuck you' and 'super-normality, no weird magic shit here die'. Weaker psykers could outright die from being within their vicinity, while the stronger ones would probably rather commit suicide than bear the pain of facing one. They probably represent the greatest anti-psyker weapons the imperium of man possesses, and they are incredibly rare. Or at least are among the most effective weapons against some of humanities chiefest enemies.

If you are facing an enemy, and that enemy is a psyker you can't get to in any other way short of obliterating the planet they are on but you don't want to do that because it's an important planet? Send a Culexus after them.

Does that mean they are so valued they live lives of excess and pleasure, enjoying the highest boons of imperial society has to offer and are basically a new form of ultra-aristocrats?

Of course not you dummy, this is 40K, their existence is hell. Haven't you been paying attention?

SoCarter out.

A very p*rny Samurai

Not too much lore again for this time, as again it concerns human history which I haven't put too much thought into as of yet, and seeing as this is mainly a pron thing I don't think that matters much as long as people are hot, and that they bone a lot.

As stated in the previous entry, there is a bit of contention between the resident Oni and Humans of the far eastern land of exactly who it was that came up with their specific form of armor. As the region is rather poor in quality metals, they for big suits of armour, have to make do with alternative means of protecting themselves, hence their distinct stile of layered bands of hardened leather and cloth tied together with thick sturdy rope, reinforced by tactical placement of small metal plates. It isn't perfect, but if you're lacking in resources and most of your metal has to be invested in your swords, you make do with what is left to the best of your ability.

This one seems to have embraced the lack of proper covering that western full plate provides (if the westerner in question bothers to use it to its full potential that is *looks at all the previous armoured chicks*). Using those assets to their full potential I see.

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...And so Casandra proceeds to explains some of the vague plans they managed to glean from the patchwork of notes and scrolls they have, in how the demented mage was planning on pulling this off, and some of the practical hurdles he came across.

"One thing that seems common in all his notes, is that he seems to be talking about some "code", or "language of life", and his efforts in deciphering it."

"Language for life", what does that mean?"

They ask, leaning in with raised eyebrows while the prince stares at his crotch, pondering his fantastic magical cock and tireless sexual prowess... He probably would gladly have spent the rest of his life as a breeding machine for this madman had he not been rescued.

"Good question. Unfortunately the answer is we don't know. What we do know is that often he seems to be referring to these."

Casandra says, pointing at a series of particularly hefty tomes, numbers and a little icon of a creature stamped into the leather of the spine.

She pulls one towards herself, and flips it open, turning the book their way while pointing to its contents on the page. It's nothing but four symbols, repeated add-infinitum, filling the entire thing, and she flips a page over to another, seemingly identical page, and another, and another. The entire book is nothing but those symbols.

"It's quite a clever bit of spellery in its own right really, the books from the outside look hefty already, probably several hundred pages thick. But inside, the pages go on and on and on, into and past the thousands. Nothing but those symbols repeated. And this goes for every single book. They're numbered, and the sequence inside is different for each one, but always composed of these four symbols."

"W-what does that mean?"

Sophia asks, frowning in befuddlement at the strange series of books.

"Again, we don't know... yet. But our current working theory is that they contain the code he's talking about"

"You mean this entire thing is the "Language of life"? Can you decipher it?"

"So far we have no idea how to read these books, and no cyphers we've tried translate it into anything coherent. But I don't think he wrote it down this way to keep their knowledge a secret. I think it's meant to be like this, and that it doesn't spell out anything for us to read. It is to be taken at face value."

"How do you know that?"

"Well, this book..."

She says, lifting it up to show the cover. Numbered '1', with a pictograph of an ordinary man and woman.

"-contains a little bit more than just the four symbols"

Casandra drops it down again and flips over to a bookmarked section, and the trio lean in to inspect it. Indeed, above a section in the "code" are sketched some runes and glyphs, with a line following it extending down all the following lines and off the page to the next one, in coloured ink.

"This isn't too strange, it seems to be a referral to a specific magical incantation, with a word of power standing in for all this... undecipherable nonsense. It's often done to bind spells to artifacts, or help wizards condense the lengthier spells into something that can be uttered in a reasonable time frame. Elves don't like it, because they believe magic should come from the soul, and it was first invented by the Dwarves, who lack a magical affinity. It's a way for them to use magic despite lacking the aptitude. So as long as you have this book, with its contents intact, and know the basics of casting a spell, one simply utters the word of power, and this magical inscription does the rest. Of course, it doesn't work if you don't have the necessary amount of magic to pull it off, but that's a given for any spell."

The party stares back at Casandra, again in wait for any more as they only caught half of what she just said. She simply smiles at them.

"So that means, if we understand what this incantation does, we are one step closer to solving this mystery. And as luck should have it, we do"

She pulls out a piece of parchment from the pile, proudly showing it off as the party stares at more of the runes and symbols displayed on it in mild curiosity and confusion.

"A little instructional manual, one of his most recent notes. it seems he was nearing completion in at least part of his project, and this little spell here..."

She taps the book with the highlighted bit of "code".

"-is still in effect. Seems he wanted to test it out and left it on, not foreseeing his untimely demise the next day~"

"I've been under a spell this entire time?"

Is what the prince wanted to ask, but immediately realized that would be stupid thing to ask, because of course he was, that's why they were there to begin with.

Casandra gets up from her seat, and motions to the prince as she walks around the desk, her huge and heaving bosom pleasantly wobbling along again with her every step.

"We'll see how much use this has... ready?"

The prince nods, swallowing has the beautiful witch stops in front of him and leans over to show off her immense, perfect chest, and he feels his nads tighten. Closing her eyes, Casandra places a hand on the prince's chest, and says a single word in a tongue neither Bernadette, the prince, nor Sophia recognize. Immediately on uttering it a fog is lifted off the prince's mind, and he blinks a couple of times as he looks around the room. He feels... clearer, somehow.

"How does that feel?~"

The beautiful witch asks, straightening herself up again in front of him.

"I- I don't know... I feel, clearer, more aware? I think?"

"Here's a test, try to resist my advances~"

She replies, lifting one of her titanic mammaries out of her outfit to let the enticing fuck pillow swing free, giving it a teasing squeeze, the prince swallows as his nethers stir again.

"Well? Anything?"

She continues to ask, freeing her other breast while Sophia and Bernadette simply look on, eyes flitting back and forth between the witch and the prince as they wonder what just happened.

"I um... th-they're beautiful as always Cas, ehm... what's your point?"

She rolls her eyes at him, approaching with swaying hips before pushing her chest into his face and sitting down on his lap.

"You're not even trying prince, come on, resist my advances~"

Suddenly it dawned on him, and his eyes grow wide with realization, Casandra giggling in response. And slowly, he places his hands on her shoulder, and pushes the witch off his lap.

"Do you get it now?"

She purrs with a grin, the prince nodding. Before she cancelled the spell he'd been under, he likely would have had her folded double on the floor already, pounding away at whatever hole presented itself first for him. But now, though undoubtedly aroused by her great big tits, he wasn't a slave to his libido anymore.

"What we just did, was set your libido down to more... appropriate levels. But don't misunderstand, this wasn't some form of mind control, your agency wasn't stolen from you and you were just yourself. Your lust was just intensified to such a degree it'd have been nearly impossible for you resist, but it would be your choice.
And I doubt you look back with any form of regret on the last couple of weeks you've been through with your lust screwed all the way up. If you so chose, nothing would change hereon out, what's important is that the incessant need to climax should be gone now. You'll only have sex if you really choose for it.
So no mandatory morning sex anymore to make sure you can ride a horse for at least a little bit before the proximity of a couple fully clothed woman has you on your knees by the riverside, desperately jacking it to keep yourself from... making any unfixable mistakes with them.

And that's not where these books end, there's several more completed rituals and incantations in this first book, and a couple in some of the others, at least what we've found in them in a couple hours of study. And then there's the missing books back at his keep. Who knows what other abilities might be locked away in his research~"

She says with a smile, the prince looking down at his hands, and then his crotch again while Sophia and Bernadette croon in admiration over Casandra's explanation.

"Well? Anything to say?~"

She purrs, winking at him.

"Gods I- I really want to fuck your tits right now."

With another wink, Casandra sank down to her knees in front of him, the prince hurriedly pulling his shaft out of his trousers and jacking himself off to full mast before smacking his rod down on them...

Hey all,

So as some of the older followers may know, 'tis the season, and for me that means, aside from the holidays and stuff, I also have a heaping boatload of birthdays (and a bonus holiday us dutchies have around this time) to attend to. So much of December is spent traveling back and forth to the fam and back.

That is why last week, the NNN post was the only one, I've only just gotten back from seeing friends and family, and this weekend I'm going again for another birthday. So like always, things are slow during the holidays.

As usual I will try to upload what I can when I can, but make no promises.

It's just slightly unfortunate I'm not even done yet with my comeback before the holidays hit, thought I would, but alas.

Anyhow, lots of explanations on what's going on with our dear prince this time around, if you know a bit about biology you might have clued in on those four symbols seemingly repeated add-infinitum and this "code of life" they're talking about. And yes indeed, they are talking about DNA, they just don't know it yet.

Also that samurai chick? Her name means something like "lasting/preserving purity" or something. I don't remember exactly, I looked it up weeks ago and don't want to bother looking it up again, but I picked that name because I thought it would be funny.

Also also her looks are loosely based off of Anri Okita, fyi ;)

SoCarter out.

Happy end of NNN

The text in the background says 'NNN relief force'.

Hey all,

I LIED, I didn't suffer a delay because of unforeseen consequences, I was actually working on this as a bonus to release today! Just had to get it ready early to make sure I would absolutely not miss this date. Because otherwise it wouldn't make sense. Imagine celebrating the end of NNN (that stands for 'No Nut November' by the way if you've been living under a rock) several days after it's already over.

Mostly as a joke really, I don't take NNN serious in any way but it's become a thing online and it was suggested to me by a patron. I initially gave the reaction that I would see if I could find the time to do anything to celebrate the ability to nut once again. But in secret, in the fires of my drawing tablet I forged a master ring yada yada yada, one nut to rule them all, you know the drill, tolkien lotr quote, I'm hilarious.

Point is, here's a little bonus bit, experimented with shading and tones a little for this one, I think it works even if she's looking a bit more... saturated than what is usual in my drawings, might stick with it, might not. Anyway, here's tits, I find they make for a wonderful canvas to deposit ones nut onto.

SoCarter out.

Keeping up guard morale

Hey all,

And here it finally is. After several delays, but it is what it is.

Actually don't have a whole lot to say about something for once, this is part of those three big pieces I planned for my comeback, comprising one of the three big things I lewdify, though Jak and Daxter has fallen by the wayside after I had done the sketches of all the Jak girls and moved onto Digimon.

The third one is my redhead OC that's the namesake of this entire porny venture.

So here's Ashelin, probably my favourite Jak girl, going behind daddy's back to keep the grunts of the crimson guard entertained.

It helps a lot with morale during the war against the metalheads.

Oh if you don't know anything about Jak and Daxter, metalheads are not like, METALHEAD metalheads, but freaky alien bug invaders from space, they're called metalheads over their shiny metalic armour plates they have.

SoCarter out.

A fairly p*rny Ethereal

Hey all,

So, finally we're here. The fifth, and final, caste of the T'au race. And also the rarest.

Ethereals are a mysterious caste, their origin shrouded in mystery. In the T'au's distant past, when they were confined to a single planet still, the Ethereals did not exist yet. Instead the T'au were in constant war and conflict with each other, stifling their own growth as an intelligent species as they spent more time infighting over anything else. Then, as if out of nowhere, these mysterious figures suddenly emerged, and where they went they united the T'au people. As if with the snap of a finger the T'au ceased their fighting, and under the new rule of the mysterious Ethereals, the modern T'au empire was born, spreading across the galaxy to take part in the galactic conflict that was just so, so very much worse in every imaginable way than any of their infighting used to be, hooray.

In their defense, they couldn't have known about the absolutely horrid state the larger galaxy was in before they got there to see it for themselves. At least they'd grown in power just enough to survive this larger conflict somewhat, and through some luck and dodging some of the most major threats, managed to grow out and spread further. The T'au, if memory serves me right, are now in their fourth sphere expansion, with sphere here being their empire of course, it's just what they call the thing they do every once in a while where they rapidly spread, discover, conquer, and take new worlds to fold into their empire. All with Ethereals at the helm, steering the T'au empire where they feel it needs to go.
Fourth of course means they've done it four times, because duh.

So in some ways this seems like a pretty good deal, those Ethereals, uniting the people, ensuring rapid advancement and progress, all that stuff.

So what's the catch?

Well, we don't really know, all we know is that once they appeared the T'au really did do a face heel turn as if under hypnosis, and there's several fan theories floating around about how the Ethereals seem to hold this supernatural sway over the other T'au castes.

It was they by the way, who introduced the caste system, of course ensuring their own fifth extra special caste remains on top, typical.

And that's the T'au, on the surface they appear the most "good" guy race in the entirety of Warhammer 40K, with some allusions to some shady shit going on with the Ethereals in the background.

I think it's the tits really, I mean look at those honkers, pwhoo-whee! "honk honk" amiright?
Makes ya wanna shove your face in there and awrlbwlblwblrlbwlrlbwlrlbwlrblwrb away between those puppies. Humena humena humena *whistles*

Some notes on this sketch:
The large, wide-brimmed hat thing is not usually worn by any T'au in any of the sets or art, but them being vaguely eastern-themed, in some fanart you can see them use the distinctive drone shape they got to use it like one of those asian rice farmer hat things and I've always liked the look, so wanted to include it.
The text meanwhile, is actual text, as it it says something coherent. I downloaded a T'au themed font. It spells "HUGE FUCKING TITTIES" on either sleeve and "TITFUCK QUEEN" across her chest. Because I thought it'd be funny.

Though if you thought we're done with the T'au now that all five castes are represented you'd be very wrong, I have plenty more sexy space blueberries to show off, and then there's their allied alien races they accepted into their empire as well... though those aren't sexy blueberries.

SoCarter out.

A very p*rny Oni

...The life though, does not last forever, after a night of passion Sophia, Bernadette, the prince, and our latest newcomer wake up bleary-eyed in a tangle of limbs under whatever blankets were left that weren't soaked in various bodily fluids, looking around their room to get their bearings as the memories of the passion-filled foursome come flooding back. Eleanor develops such a heavy blush it's visibly through her dark skin, and gathering up her clothes hurries out the room to return to her job... or rather explain to her boss where she disappeared to after delivering the food.

The trio left take it slow, there's not a lot to do today, as they'll have to wait for later today before visiting the abbey again, and the witches and wizards probably haven't made too much progress either, so they might give them a courtesy visit to update them on the proceedings of their plans, but beyond that... Today seems mostly fit for lazing about, and relaxing from their "arduous" travels.

The prince's mind wanders to Sharog and Mugbel, such a pity they couldn't be here with them in this expensive inn and their huge comfortable bed he muses absent-mindedly while fingerblasting his two lovers as they, once again, gave his enormous two-foot monster cock wrapped up in their ample chests while showering it with kisses. He'll have to make it up to them once they return.

"We should try and find a way to get a message out to them~"

Sophia opts between licks, giving her bust an enticing shake so the pillows wobble around his manhood against the blonde's pair in answer to the prince digging three fingers in her wet folds down to the last knuckle, swirling them around a bit and spreading them apart inside.

"Bring them up to speed on what's been happening, assure them the mages guild wants to help... Right now they're completely in the dark."

The trio agree they should find a day to bring a message out to them, maybe use the prince's magical sex-pertise to smuggle themselves in and out of the city quickly.

The day proceeds smoothly (and pleasurably), until they decide it's time to visit the mages. Choosing to travel by foot, they get a lay of their corner of the city before reaching the guild, welcomed back by its eager occupants. Excited to tell them about their findings, and possibly some "other stuff" as well.

"So!"

Casandra's heaving bossom wobbles as she adjusts herself in her seat, again gathered in their now go-to orgy room... apparently.

"...We've made some progress on deciphering the research you've provided for us, though mostly for now it is theory on what our esteemed, if morally questionable, colleague was attempting."

The three look on with bated breath as the busty witch pauses, and she gives them a cheeky wink.

"But we do have some immediate useful findings~ First I'd like to say that the lore you've provided for us has proven invaluable to our own efforts already, not least of which because we've recovered some of the books and scrolls he took with him when he fled our order. It just makes us itch to get on with researching ground zero and find more.
So already, we feel in your debt, a debt we didn't even think we owed anyone, but here we are~"

She pauses again, shifting her weight from one side to the other so her titanic chest heaves aside to rest against one of her slender arms.

"Our dear departed colleague, wasn't JUST looking to improve on the human body.
It seems he came across, or was provided with, some ancient secret knowledge not even the most learned and esteemed Elven mages are aware of... Are you familiar with this?"

She asks them, raising the pendant Sophia had mused over yesterday before meeting with the mages, the same one the dark wizard and his acolytes had worn.

"I recognize it, all his acolytes had one on them, why? Are they significant?"

The prince nodded along, all too familiar with the dark metal pendants, and the mysterious sigil carved into it, being met with it every day during his capture.

"I suppose few would know what this piece of jewelry means, but this..."

She points at the sigil.

"-is the sign of the great black dragon, and its followers"

"The great black dragon? You mean THE great black dragon?"

Sophia asks, her eyes going wide as she looks at the pendant, recoiling a bit now.

"The very same, the one who's name was lost to history, (probably thanks to the efforts of the Elves) and the one not seen since the great Orc cleansing."

"He was in league with that devil? That beast?"

Bernadette asks with shock, thinking on the childhood stories about the great calamities it brought with it whenever it woke.

"Well, beast, devil. Few would know what the great black dragon even is at this point. And we don't know if he was in league with it, or simply came across some ancient knowledge penned by the old Orc empire that survived the cleanse."

"The Orcs? Couldn't they have... read and understood his research themselves if it's theirs to begin with?"

"MODERN Orcs couldn't, too much has been lost, so unless one manages to invent temporal magic that goes backwards... not much chance there. Luckily, the theory is all the same regardless of what tongue you pen it in, and our colleague has done much of the legwork already in translating it, though the original lore seems missing from the collection you brought with you... whatever it was.

Now, what it seems he was trying to do, aside from unlocking humanities great potential and solving all ailments, was army building~"

"army... building?"

The prince himself asks, Bernadette and Sophia both already having suspicions on what is meant by that. Casandra merely nods in reply, repeating what he said back to him.

"You don't mean like... with his... you know. Breeding an army?"

Sophia asks with a slight uncomfortable chuckle, nodding down at the prince's crotch.

"Indeed I do, and it doesn't seem like our dear friend was content with just breeding humans either~"

She continues, pulling up a great stack of papers, and getting helped by some fellow mages in piling some other books on top of her desk...

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Honestly I should have paid better attention to the next part of the raunchy smut that was following the previous post, as with our first mention of a dragon, I'd love to talk about them.

However, up there drawn is an Oni, previously mentioned with the Ogre sketch, so I'd rather use this chance to talk about them.

Oni are (both in our world and my fantasy land) a difficult to translate term that is roughly analogues with ogre, giant, demon, or the like basically some monstrous "bad" humanoid monster, but over in the east it's been most commonly used to refer to their variety of Ogre living there.

Funnily enough, though these two ladies look quite strikingly different, all Ogres (and thus Oni) have both horns and tusks, like their Orcish cousins, it's just that in our more familiar green-skinned friends the horns are reduced to be nearly invisible, and are hidden behind their hairline, though in very rare cases they can spring up. Though all Orcs carry tusks, for Ogres it's quite different, as it highly depends on individual to individual wether or not they sprout out past the lips. Goblins too have highly reduced tusks, and only really when mixing in with Orcs do Hob-goblins show any sign of them.

Both are considered status symbols, and in some Orc or Ogre tribes they have a custom of fastening fake horns onto their skin. The teeth are more difficult to enhance, especially when the shape of your jaw doesn't accommodate for them, so that practice is far less common. Leading to the mistaken belief that the tusk and tusk-less are different species among those... less-educated, with different tendencies. The tusked Oni being accused of cannibalism more often than the tusk-less Ogres, even though they too, rely mostly on a plant based diet, turns out the awkward underbite they have to deal with doesn't make for good meat-slicers, those chompers are purely for show, a sign of intimidation and sexual maturity, and not much else.

Oni, much like Orcs and Ogres over in the west, get a pretty bad rep, often unfairly so, sometimes earned. Ogres in particular just tend to be large and clumsy, and being left alone by both Elf and Orc in the past they never enjoyed quite the amount of attention from an elder races very eager to pass on their knowledge to them. So for a while, though Neither western Ogres or Oni are dumb by any means, they for a long time were lagging behind the quickly spreading humans and their empires and kingdoms. Though they do have made inventions and advancements of their own, which they jealously guard. The best way to upset an Oni is to imply they stole metal working from humans. And their is quite a debate raging on among Oni and Humans about who came up with their style of armour first, Oni warriors or Human samurai?

Hey all,

Alright so things are a bit strange this week, it was really front-loaded with lots of stuff that I'm sure none of you want to hear about, so now this weekend is going to be pretty upload-heavy in turn as I missed uploading mid-week.

I'm sure it'll be fine ;)

Fun fact: Her name is based partially on an alternative reading of the Japanese characters that spell "oni", as "kishin" or "kijin", and the name of a particular oni from real Japanese folklore, called Shuten-dōji. I have no idea if you can combine the names like that as I don't know a lick of Japanese. But it sounds neat.

SoCarter out.

A fairly p*rny Callidus Assassin

Hey all,

So before I get to talking about this chick up there, let's address why it's late, AND why there's no big release this Sunday.

See I got into a little trouble with our generous patreon overlords presiding over us, apparently some of my content fell outside of their community guidelines, specifically about my heavy usage of tags implying certain things that go against their TOS, but there were also specific drawings.

So I basically spent the second half of this week on a back and forth with a patreon representative, went through three rounds of deleting and editing old content to make it within TOS again, and basically lost a lot of time that way.

I know I know, excuses, though unlike last time where I on a whim decided I'd try animating a previous drawing because it seemed like a neat project, this time it's out of my hands (aside from of course it being my fault for not paying attention to TOS), but this does bring me to a point, maybe I should do the big pieces bi-weekly instead of weekly, because the weekly thing isn't working out anyway, for various reasons we've had delays now since my comeback, with a total of one (1) big piece of the promised three done, after... 4 weeks? Should've been done with all three, but now I'm missing the deadline of the second, which I shifted back once already. And I'm not sure I'll ever be able to get back to my older pace at this point, I've just grown slower, and am pouring so much more time into each individual piece that even giving me a week for it at this point is barely enough, and it just takes one minor setback to miss deadline after deadline.

The big piece is progressing smoothly by the way, most of the work goes into the lining, which is mostly done at this point. So if I set it back for next Sunday, I'll have a lot of free time next week for other stuff, maybe more sketches, maybe some RQR's, we'll see.

But yeah that's the new plan, as I said at the start, the schedule I set was tentative anyway, so I don't feel too bad about changing it. And I hope you don't too.

Anyway, Warhammer40K

We go back to our lovely Imperium of man, with another assassin from one of the main big temples. Unlike the previous two, being ranged and close combat specialists respectively, the Callidus assassin is a champion of many, but a master of none when it comes to combat, she's really good in all aspects, but not at the nigh-legendary levels her fellow assassins operate at.

So why does the Callidus get to be one of those legendary assassins anyway? Because the Callidus assassin's expertise lies not in a specific kind of killing, but in blending in to their surroundings and get in close to their targets without them even knowing she's there.

Funnily enough, her area of expertise is NOT stealth, though she can be plenty stealthy if she wants to be. No the Callidus assassin is a master of disguise, together with her acting chops and a polymorphine drug, which she can take to morph herself into literally anyone, like mystique but with less blue, and also less scales if we go by the movie version. She is a redhead though, and by that I mean the massive braid they always have is usually painted red in official models and art from GW so it's basically cannon that the Callidus temple is just full of beautiful redheads that can modify and morph their body to look like anyone at will.

So for once, my super-sexualized version of a warhammer40K chick is actually canon for once, because the Callidus assassin CAN do that with her body.

You ready that right, those melons she's sporting are technically canon, the best kind of canon.

Even though Warhammer40K doesn't really do 'canon'.

Another thing, the Callidus temple is the only all-female assassin temple, I don't actually know if any of the other are single-sex deals as well, but the Callidus are female only.

So quite unlike her dear colleagues from the other temples, the Callidus hasn't been drilled and trained into being an emotionless robot who only aims, or a crazed murderous ball of drug-fueled rage and slaughter. But is expected to not just be able to socialize, but to excel at it, in all situations and any circumstance, understand the intricacies of all kinds of cultures and people the galaxy over, to successfully blend in, kill and replace a person who can get close to her actual intended target, so that she can secretly off him and make it look like a complete accident. With none the wiser an assassin was ever sent out or involved with their deaths.

In that way, you could call the Callidus assassin the truest assassin despite her borderline-heretical way of getting there. Because her gear doesn't just end with the polymorphine drug, they also come equipped with something called a C'tan phase blade (that's that green thing on her arm), which is actually xeno tech, that's extra heretical. Most assassins come packed with high-tech gear that's borderline heretical in nature, but she's the only one with a weapon literally named after the gods of an alien race the imperium is actively at war with. At least to my memory, the assassin after this has some really strange stuff too, but more on the fourth Imperial assassin later.

SoCarter out.

A very p*rny warrior

While the ancient not-Egyptians were falling out of relevancy but remaining a world power none the less, other people took over. Which includes of course the not-ancient Greeks.

Here's one from a particularly Spartan corner of this new empire, and she's got big tiddies.

That is about the full amount of lore I have prepared for this. You can basically imagine they were roughly analogous to our real world ancient Greeks in both history and role, except they were all 10/10 supermodels and had sex a lot or something.

Told you the human part of this isn't particularly well explored yet.

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The prince for his part, mostly tired from fucking one beauty after the other through the day, as his traveling mostly consisted of sitting in a hobbling cart, lets himself fall down with a heavy sigh on the large comfortable bed. The room is quite lavishly decorated, looking expensive, and the bed is practically overflowing with soft furs, blankets, pillows, and pelts. But on closer look they are all of rather cheap material, which would make sense considering the cleanup this room would be subject to after the... other activities that this room is oft subject to beforehand.

The room wasn't ready for what was coming for it.

Sophia and Bernadette let their travel bags down as well, as Sophia begins unfastening the straps of her armour, already stripping with the half-Elf matron still there.

She for her part, takes it in stride as the redhead's huge pale udders come into view, swinging down and landing with dull thuds against her lower torso when she frees the imposing mammaries from their confines, the prince looking up from the bed at her little show with growing excitement. Sophia freezes for a moment when the Matron scrapes her throat, and her body jerks as if she's moving to hide herself, but she stays her hands, and continues stripping as the party gets informed on what is and isn't allowed at her establishment.

"Could we ask your kitchen and staff to deliver us dinner up to this room? We are quite tired from our travels"

Sophia asks while Bernadette follows her lead, untying the strings of her bodice to let the stiff leather garment fall down her slim waist as she sits down on the enormous bed a distance away from the prince, who is now looking back and forth between his two lovers.

The matron nods, saying that with some extra gold their kitchen would be happy to provide whatever meal they wished for, should they have the ingredients for it, of course.

The party simply asks for a simple, hearty meal for three to the price off... Sophia rummages around her money pouch and pulls out a couple silvers... whatever this amount can buy. The beautiful half-Elf matron leaves with a polite bow saying their meal should be ready in half an hour... and that they will knock before entering their room to deliver it. And she leaves them be, swiftly turning on her heels so the prince can get a view of her shapely backside as well, before closing the door behind her.

He looks both ways at the redhead and the blonde, both nearly nude already, smirk growing on his face as Sophia clambers onto bed on his other side while Bernadette scoots on closer, their near-identically sized chests hanging low between their arms and pleasantly swaying and wobbling for him with their every subtle movement.

"This kidnapping thing has been the best thing that's ever happened to me."

He voices, this is the first time he's voiced this sentiment, as he reaches into his trousers to pull his lengthy, quickly hardening rod out again and slowly stroking himself off to get ready as the two beautiful young women settle down either side of him, huge soft busts pressed up against his arms and the sides of his torso.

"Well for one, this rescue mission has been my favourite so far~"

Sophia ads as both she and Bernadette lean in closer, the prince speeding up jacking off to the pair of them. His cock is so long, he merely needs to angle it back a bit to reach their faces, and he hisses through his teeth in satisfaction when Sophia plants a kiss on it, parting the plump pair to suckle on his glans a bit before he moves it over to the eager blonde waiting her turn.

They trade back and forth a bit, until Bernadette gets greedy and holds him there, bobbing her head on the tip of his immense manhood while humming at his taste. So Sophia takes the opportunity to lean her face in, turning the prince to face her with a finger on his jaw, pressing her lips to his now instead to slowly make out with him while he's getting serviced, reaching over with one hand to wrap around his tremendous girth to help him jack off into greedy Bernadette's warm, wet little mouth.

"I can never get enough of you~"

The prince moans breathily into Sophia's mouth while Bernadette fellates him, and eager for more, he rests his hand on top of her head, fingers raking through her short blonde locks to begin guiding her head further up and down his imposing rod while he keeps making out with his favourite knight, another arm snaking around the redheads' thin waist to have a hand disappear between her thighs. And Sophia gasps into his mouth when his fingers begin to explore her wet folds, teasing in just the what he knows frustrates the young knight, yet has her begging for more as she bucks her hips back against his hand. 

He breaks the kiss briefly, strand of saliva hanging between the two of them, and he hisses through his teeth again when he looks over at his other partner, swirling her deft little tongue around his incredibly thick girth as her head bobs up and down on the top one-fourth of it, now only Sophia's hand jacking off the shaft. But quickly turns back and rains kisses down the side of Sophia's face and neck to bury himself in her nape, gasping and humming as the toe-curling pleasure his blonde partner gives him has him nearly teetering on the edge so soon already.

Showing a monumental amount of restraint, the prince pulls her head back up off his cock, her mouth leaving his tool with an audible pop as strings and strands of spittle and precum hang between the head of his tool and Bernadette's plump lips, the thick pole swinging over to Sophia's side again, who expertly catches it in her mouth to continue the servicing. Bernadette, now unable to hold back, lunges forward over the prince, her fat tits coming to a rest on his chest as she presses her lips to the side of his throbbing length.

And so they continue, Sophia and Bernadette trading the prince's cock back and forth between them, jacking him off and making out with him in the lulls of action they in turn sit through while fighting over his cock. This wasn't the first time the prince had wished for a second one so his lovers could each just be content instead of vying for his attention... the idea of getting pleasured twice over also didn't sound too off-putting.

Eventually they were so close together their huge milky tits hung in either side of his mast while they made out around his glans, lips slipping and sliding all around as strands and strings of saliva mixed with the prince's steadily flowing pre hung between them, dripping of his rod, their lips, their chins, onto the swaying funbags. Until they had enough and simply mushed the four around its girth and started to pump.

The prince was fast approaching his climax like this, and with a grunted warning ordered the redhead and the blonde off his dick while he got on his knees in front of them, feverishly jacking off while aiming himself at the two pushed-together faces begging for his load. He felt the familiar knot on his lower abdomen tightening as heat build up in his nethers, signifying the coming of his release, and the knot rapidly unwound, a jolt of pleasured bliss shooting up his spine as the first fat wad of his thick musky spunk spurted out his urethra over their faces.

"Ooho-hohohhhfuck here it comes, here it comes. Open those mouths wide"

He groaned, struggling to keep his eyes open as his hips jerked forward again and again, balls contracting together with every fresh surge of potent white seed as he deposited rope after creamy rope on his lovers.

After what felt like minutes he was finally done, shaking his enormous rod off on the pair of them as they kept their mouths open for the stray droplets of princely spunk, when there was a knock on the door.

"Your meals are ready sir, ladies~"

The three looked at each other, they'd forgotten all about the food they'd ordered before. And now Sophia and Bernadette were looking frantically around the room for something to put on, hide behind, or clean themselves up with. When the prince, feeling brave, simply skirted aside so both the glazed beauties would be fully visible from the door, and raised his voice;

"Thank you, door's open! Just set it down for us by the table!"

With a click the door swung open, and in walked one of the inn's female workers. Seems like the expensive establishment had a thing for the exotic not just with its half-Elven owner, as a dark olive-skinned woman with a large mass of black bushy curls walked in. Who immediately froze up at the scene before her, the prince turning partly her way to show of his enormity, still gleaming from spittle.

...Not a few moments later his fingers were digging into the woman's (named Eleanor) shapely brown buns while helping her ram her hips up and down about half his imposing length, the other half snugly, and permanently fitted up her tight, cozy cooch. The pose they'd chosen limited the length of his thrusts, but a foot pounding in and out of her was more than enough to stimulate the both of them as his tremendous pole poked out of her gut and slammed away at her bruised and battered womb. She hung haphazardly off his shoulders, fingers intertwined behind his neck as the exotic woman's great big brown tits swung along up and down and in circles with their frantic pace. Up on his knees, he held the curvy barmaid up by her ass while they recklessly slammed their hips together, until he felt her shudder and jerk on top of him, her innards tightening strongly around his cock. And he fell back into the pillows and against the headboard of their gigantic rented bed on her fifth climax, letting her do the rest of the work while knight Sophia and Bernadette moved in to help feed him his meal.

"This is the life..."

The prince thought to himself as he folded his arms behind his head and contently watched his latest conquest's huge jiggly udders bounce for him while her insides expertly stroked his shaft, munching on fresh steak between swigs of whiskey and mead...

Hey all,

As you have noticed, this weekend I was indeed too busy as I had expected, well, here's to next Sunday for another big upload.

SoCarter out.

another fairly p*rny Necron

Hey all,

Now we're getting into some territory I actually don't know that much about, as I'm not so interested in Necrons, more of an Imperium/Tau/Tyranid person myself (And trust me, the Tyranid monster girls are coming too eventually).

Not that I don't like the Necrons, being undead terminator space egyptians and all, that's plenty cool. And I know a lot of their history and the war in heaven against the Old Ones they were involved with. But specific kinds of Necron? Don't know much. Probably because for the longest time the Necron were a faction of nobodies, literally, their minds and personalities were entirely erased and they were turned into identical automatons, enslaved to the C'tan. And it's only been fairly recently that they got a bit more variety to them and their ancient space Egyptian vibe, so I suppose I'm not entirely used to their new personality yet, though it's been quite a while now that they've been this way.

For example. that skelebot lady up there? That's a Lychguard, don't know a thing about 'em so I'm having to read up on them on wiki's and such (I recommend lexicanum for your "canon" lore needs, and 1d4chan for some more fun stuff (as well as tactica and rules, tips and tricks for the tabletop) there's also the wiki you get when you just search "warhammer 40K wiki" on google but I've always found it lacking, though I've heard through the grapevine they've been getting better lately so maybe that one's useful too, still, lexicanum, pretty great)

When the C'tan fucked the Necrontyr over and robbed most of them of their personalities to turn them into their undead robot slaves while slurping up their juicy, juicy souls, few were allowed to keep some of their memories and personality, so they could function as generals, leaders, and tacticians. Among them are the Lychguard, they were nobles in life, serving Necron royalty directly as their personal guard, and they kept this role during the soul transfer. They're elite warriors, perfectionists in battle, guarding their lords and masters. And to better serve that role, were allowed some of their personality to be left intact.

That is about all I know about the Lychguard.

After the soul transfer, the Necron were as slaves to their C'tan masters, even those who retained their minds were enslaved, the leader of the Necrontyr who made the deal with the deceiver, known only as The Silent King, felt great shame after he realized what happened, and that he had doomed their race by getting tricked by that golden grinning bastard, bamboozled even.

But with their new undead metal bodies, the course of their war in heaven against the old ones swayed in their favour, and they won.

The galaxy was left in shambles, and they had lost themselves in the process, but with the help of their C'tan star gods, they had won.

Then The Silent King sprung his trap, and he rebelled against their C'tan masters.

And the Necron beat the C'tan too. Their slavers were beaten and shattered, these shards are but a fraction of their former power, and when recombined could birth the old gods anew at full power, but the Necron locked the shards away. And used their once masters now as little more than batteries, enslaving the slavers.

The Silent King exiled himself to roam the void of space forever for what he had done to his people, as the soul transference could not be reversed, and the Necron went to sleep while the galaxy healed.

As per usual, I gave this one tits,

SoCarter out.

A very p*rny Ogre

...Thinking quickly Katherine grabs her fellow sister and pulls her into the far-too-small booth and slams the door shut behind her, shushing the now steaming second nun as she recovered from the shock, anger flaring up in her eyes.

Quickly convinced by Katherine it'd be best to leave now, the prince hurries out of the abbey as Katherine tries to calm her fellow nun down and explain the situation to her.

Back at the cart the prince quickly climbs on board and when pressed for answer what happened inside just urges them to simply go, fearing the imminent danger and a horde of angry nuns screaming blasphemy hot on his heels.

As they are about to pull away from the place the sister who caught him and Katherine steps out and accosts them to their worry, her outfit somehow immaculate again. Though her face still angry, she informs the prince that they would like to have him back to study his "curse", but outside the normal confessional hours. Her tone is reluctant, but curious, looking off to the side with a slight blush spreading over her rosy cheeks, before fixing her stern gaze back directly to the prince, accusatory, silently telling him he better not be lying with her steely eyes.

I mean technically he didn't, there is something wrong with his penis and libido outside of his control, and depending on your definition, that could be construed as a curse.

It's just that relieving himself in and on a couple of nuns is hardly going to help with that...

And so the party leaves again, relieved it actually managed to work out, and Sophia and Bernadette impressed by the prince making quick progress on their plans. He was sure to get awarded for his efforts tonight.

First though, they'd need a place to stay the night. Unfortunately, they wasted a significant portion of their day having sex again, as was becoming common practice. So through the darkening streets and alleys of the city they searched inns for any that had rooms left. But as the harvests had recently come in, a lot were taking up by farmers hoping to part with their produce for considerable coin, just as the farmer they'd met on the way had planned to do, who was now probably enjoying daily Orc orgies with his sons and daughter while teaching them how to farm.

Finally, they found a place that had a room left just as outside was getting truly dark. It was expensive, and just like the mages guild squirreled away in an awkward corner of the city. But to make up for that it looked worth the price, expensive looking plates and utensils sitting on master-crafted chairs and tables, a fancy chandelier hung from the ceiling, and the walls were lined with hunting trophies and paintings that couldn't have come cheap.

The most outstanding part of the place though was its owner. A tall, slender lady, with dark straight hair, pale bluish-green eyes and even paler skin that stood in stark contrast against her hair and dark purple lips. While the employees worked in their earth-toned uniforms, she was dressed in a tight fitting cream and night blue dress with bodice, expensive colours, woven from expensive cloth. Finishing the picture of elegance and refinement that was Aylla (as she had introduced herself to them) where a pair of large, triangular, pointed ears.

A half-elf.

The prince could already feel his excitement flaring up at her sight as she lead them to their room, showing it did indeed sport a massive bed that would provide room for all three comfortably. Normally it was only temporarily rented out for "special" occasions, but if they had the gold (And Sophia did), they could take it. Anyone else seeking use of the room would just have to take their "special business" to one of the smaller rooms.

They were all pretty sure this place was usually reserved for sex parties.

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Let's take a break from my barely-fleshed-out human history and look at some of the more fantastical aspects again, like Ogres.

Ogres are a relatively rare hominid race distantly related to both Orcs and Goblins, Unlike either of those however, they are somewhat skilled in magic, and so never earned the Elves ire, though they are still considered a lesser race by them. They also tend to be reclusive much like Dwarves, and don't meddle in other's affairs. They also tend to be very independent and individualistic, so great kingdoms or civilizations were never born from their numbers.

But they are not unintelligent, much like men they are a younger race, and easily took to both science and magic like men did. It is often mistakenly believed they represent some kind of transitionary form between Troll and Orc, but when we get to those it'll become apparent why that is pretty far from the truth. A large race, rivaling some mid-size Troll species and half-giants in size, they are sometimes mistaken for Trolls by people who have no idea what Trolls look like, but for those that know a little bit, the lack of tusks and tails should be a dead giveaway.

All in all, they have a reputation among the common folk much like Ogres in our folklore and myth, seen as violent brutish cannibals, dumb and aggressive, a little above base animals. A rather unfair judgement seeing their actual intelligence level, and also that most of their diet consists of greenery and fruits. They do tend to have good relations with the Orcs however, which obviously doesn't score them any points among the commoners. This relationship takes a rather extreme form in the east, where Ogres are far more common, with numerous subspecies living in the region, which by the residents in those far off lands are often referred to as Oni. Together with their more common form in the west Ogres as such probably show the most (natural) variety of skin tones, built, and stature among all the hominid races.

However close their relation to Orcs and Goblins may be however, they cannot interbreed with either and produce viable offspring, only producing infertile hybrids much like with Elves and Men. Any procreation with other races is also out of the question, though it hasn't stopped some from trying.

Hey all,

See? These are still coming, told ya.
Now is there any reason I made her skin green and made her a redhead and called her "Phionea"? No of course not silly, and any resemblance to princess Fiona from Shrek is purely accidental, I swear.

Just a coincidence.

SoCarter out.

Angewomon animated

Hey all,

So yeah, this turned out to be way more work than I initially thought, probably because half-way through the process I decided to make it twice as animated (heh), but I think it was definitely worth it.

If you haven't guessed it yet, this was the thing I put the second of the three big pieces for my comeback off for.

It may have gone quicker if I had decided to animate this beforehand, so I could prepare the pieces for movement and cut everything up into parts instead of doing it after and redrawing entire parts of the original while adjusting and touching up every frame by hand. But I hadn't, it came to me on a whim really. And since I want to take things slow now for the moment and go where my whims and desires take me I decided to just go for it and see what I could do.

This is animated on 1's by the way, unlike the previous "animation" of the lifeguard I did months before, that was really mostly just playing the separate versions of that piece in sequence while isolating specific parts to get the timing right. Not this time, this is a top to bottom rework of every piece, cut up and pieced back together to make a static image animated. So... you know... takes effort and stuff.

So much effort, I'm not sure if and when I'll do something like this again, but I would probably pull out two weeks for it next time, should next time ever come.

On that note, the next piece would be easier to animate though... A lot less... moving parts. most complicated thing would be the fluids probably.

And on THAT note, this week, because 'tis becoming the season again, for those who've been here for a while, you know that means it's time for the annual birthday bonanza we enjoy in our family with lots of peeps having their birthday around this time of year.

Starting with this weekend. So the second piece may well be late and not be ready by Sunday depending on how the weekend goes and for how long I stay over at my family. Just to warn you guys ahead of time.

Anyhow, the other things should all arrive on time, so there's always that to look forward to. And if I really encounter some time constraints, I might make it up for you with an rqr this weekend instead, but only future me knows about that, current me doesn't yet.

SoCarter out.

A fairly p*rny Eversor Assassin

Hey all,

So while I was taking a break, some stuff happened over at GW (the company that owns warhammer 40K) where they did some fucky stuff with copyright and fan content and whatever and basically waving their big corporate dick around to smash aside every and any would-be competitor to their new and upcoming warhammer+ streaming service thingamajig, basically booting fan made content off the face of youtube (animations to be exact, because of the streaming. I'm fairly sure they don't give a rat's ass about lore channels for instance... at least I hope) because suits are dicks like that.

I'm fairly sure they don't give a shit about pron tho, fanart as in just drawings of things weren't in their cross-hairs anyhow, and I'm far to small a creator to get their attention so I'm going to keep doing this. I just thought I'd mention I am aware of their recent dickery, and I don't entirely approve to put it lightly.

Anyway, tits.

Last assassin we saw was one of the main assassin temples of the Officio Assassinorum, the Vindicare, premium snipers of the Imperium and among the very best marksmen in the entire galaxy. Stealth is their name, Efficiency is their game.

Not so the Eversor. The Eversor assassin lives by the age-old addict of assassination known only as "there are no witnesses if nobody is left alive".

Eversor assassins are raving mad blenders of blades, knives, needles, and bullets. Close combat experts, among the recruits for the various assassin temples only the craziest, most bloodthirsty, stark-raving mad psychopaths are picked to be an Eversor, and then they are trained to death, cybernetically enhanced, and hopped up on so many combat drugs that the recruitment process for a space marine begins sounding like a nice day off. But where the space marine is meant to be an effective soldier in a myriad of combat situations, working as a group and with tactical proficiency. The Eversor assassin only cares about getting up in your face as fast as possible and turning you into ribbons. They have a very situational use, of which they excel at. For anything else, get a different assassin, or use a space marine chapter, send out some bolter bitches, or maybe just use the blunt hammer that is the guard. But if you need someone dead and you needed them dead yesterday and you know where they are. Wake an Eversor and point it in their direction, and they are more likely to succeed than not.

The drugs they are on are so potent, that the Eversor would burn out and die within days, so they are kept in stasis, fed dreams of violence and pure seething anger until a situation calls for their deployment, where they will either make mincemeat of their targets and every in and outside of the building, or die trying, at which point their bodies are rigged to violently explode in order to take out as many as it can with it, and also to destroy any of the advanced tech they carry with them.

They are usually dropped on worlds in their stasis-pods, then fed instructions directly into their brain by way of aforementioned violent dreams of slaughter and hate, and woken up on-world near the target so they can immediately get to work. You don't want to waste a second with these guys, and neither do they, because all they want is kill.

Bit of a shame though because this one is really hot. Maybe if you just... ask her nicely? Reaaaaaal gently and then yo- ah no yeah, finely diced into cubes, should've expected it really.

Why the skull-helmet you ask? Because this is Warhammer 40K and subtlety is off the table.

SoCarter out.

Another p*rny not-egyptian

Briefly mentioned in last time's lore bit, let's expand a bit more on the ancient totally-not-egyptians from our porny fantasy world. Outside of the influence of the dwindling Elves, they built their empire, with wonders of architecture, science, and magic of their own, though the elves didn't like the science bit. One thing this people in particular had interest in was extending ones life, they had of course heard and were aware of the Elves famed longevity, and yearned for it themselves.

Sadly, achieving this is easier said than done, and as their great empire (the greatest human empire that ever existed or would exist, some would claim) went on through the ages, even as other civilizations superseded them, they never truly managed to extend their lives. Their leaders were especially obsessed with it, some also even coveting unending life, something not even the mightiest Elven sorcerers ever achieved. Though their most learned scholars swore they were close on cracking the code of longevity to their masters.

Eventually, this led to a cult of death and undeath growing from within their empire. People thought, that as your body is returned to the earth, the earth accepts back what was taken from it, the earthly vessel to house the souls of people. And that once dissolved, the soul would be freed, and accepted into the afterlife.

So of course to stave that off, they could simply preserve the body as best they could, so the soul would not pass. All in hopes of the body persevering for long enough until the experts had solved the riddle of life, and they could perhaps even be reawakened to join their descendants in enjoying long, even eternal life. They assumed that being bound to the earth in a vessel that could not move would be boring, so ever more elaborate tombs were constructed for those that could afford it housing their earthly belongings to keep busy and not grow mad in confined solitude. And in a darker turn, some demanded pets, servants, concubines, and even family and friends were buried and preserved with them to keep each other company on that long wait, regardless of their state of health of age.

In time, their tombs began to overshadow the grandeur of their cities, palaces and temples built for the living. It was this obsession with undeath and the secret of life that turned the empire inwards while the world outside flourished, making the advances they were no longer interested in. Life, marched ever onward as they wasted themselves away on dreams of immortality.

Maybe one day, someone will find a way to rouse the dead from their slumber truly, instead of the cruel and accursed mockery of life most necromancers settle for, should their vessels be in good enough of a shape to re-awaken, though their appearance might leave something to be desired.

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...Thankfully the lattice wasn't so obstructive in his view, as the blushing nun shed some of her robes to pull her enormous breasts out. They were just as perfect as he had imagined them to be, and he complimented her on her body that must've been blessed by her god.

The candles that were behind them to keep each a silhouette from one another were moved to the front, in-between the pair for better light as he convinced her seeing her like that would surely help. But of course it wasn't enough, and she moved on to trying to stimulate more of his immense two feet of throbbing man-meat by wrapping her big juicy breasts around him. Her pair sitting between Sharog's and Casandra's in size, they were more then adequate enough to fit fully around his girth, but there was plenty of his member left sticking out of her cleavage even with the wood lattice between them in the way, so his engorged glans bumped up against her chin and lips as he began to pump his hips.

"P-please hurry~"

The slightly embarrassed Katherine murmured, eyeing the door to the confessional booth in fear of one of her fellow sisters barging in asking what was taking so long with this strange man insisting on confessing at this hour. The divider between them though made it difficult for the prince to take her breasts to his full desire, the wood lattice creaking as his hips thumped against them again and again. So she resorted to using her mouth and lips on him, the soft, plump pair parting and sliding around the tip of his tool as she began to felate him on top of it all, her unskilled tongue dancing around the underside of his rock hard erection.

The clumsiness of sister Katherine's first ever fellatio did little to impede the pleasure it brought, as it made her look all the more adorable and sexy through the wooden divider in the prince's eyes while he kept fucking her huge tits through the slot, and finally he could feel his climax fast approaching as a knot tied itself in his lower abdomen, continuously pulled tighter and tighter by the busty nun's careful ministrations, until with a final pull and suck, her lips wrapping around his giant glans and forming a tight vacuum seal caused the knot to spring loose, his nads tightened, and he loosed his first volley straight into her mouth.

"Oh shit Katherine, here i-"

Was all he could manage out before his hips bucked forward without control, slamming against the wood lattice while the first massive ropes splurted hard into her mouth, Katherine's cheeks quickly inflating with the amount as the sudden burst had his thick splooge travel back up her nose, shooting out over the length of his tool and out the corners of her mouth while her eyes widened.

The prince groaned in appreciation as he kept emptying himself, closing his eyes and looking up as yet another nut took hold. He didn't even notice it when Katherine pulled him out of his mouth, coughing and gurgling up his thick seed as she tried in vain to stem the tide, holding her hand out in front of her but only causing the hot steamy spray to fan out and splatter around the booth. Quickly realizing this was only making an even bigger mess, she aimed him down instead, the next few hot ropes he shot out draping themselves over her considerable chest.

Half concerned with saving this stranger from the sin of un-marital lust, and half starting to get taken by it herself, kindhearted Katherine resolved to properly empty him now that she wasn't sputtering and struggling against the stringy mess directly in her face and mouth anymore. So she started jacking him off again faster and faster while cooing and urging him to release it all over her sinful body.

And that he did, though he also didn't notice the second nun angrily yanking the door open and freezing in place as she saw her fellow sister get absolutely showered in seed by the largest cock she'd ever seen. Katherine squealed in surprise and jumped back, letting go of his cock so it swung free, just as the final couple of ropes were pumped through him.

Finally done, the prince looked down satisfied at his handiwork, and saw the second nun standing in shock next to Katherine, two fat ropes of spunk splattered over her jet black robes.

"-it comes?..."

He tried with a nervous smile, finally finishing his warning...

Hey all,

This is a bit late, but since I haven't mentioned a schedule you didn't know that yet until after I told you just now, I would've uploaded this yesterday but a friend suddenly came with the idea to go see DUNE (pretty good, I recommend it, very slow though, and doesn't cover the entire book so be ready for that), and apparently not having time this weekend and going off on a trip next week yesterday was our only opportunity to see it and since our movie trips are also an opportunity to hang out, catch up, and drink a lot it basically meant the entire day was lost.
Luckily, I with my track-record had to foresight to not mention a schedule, so this looks like business as usual now.

Though I guess I just ruined the illusion by mentioning all this.

The mummy chick featured here is also heavily inspired by high queen Khalida from Warhammer fantasy. I've let a lot of fantasy series franchises inspire my porny world, but this is probably the easiest to spot because of how little thought has gone into the human side of things so far, and I'm basically making it up as I go along now. Which, seeing as this is just an excuse to write raunchy smut, works just fine.

I also come bearing other news, this Sunday upload is going to be something different from what I mentioned last time, as I've had an idea and I kinda want to do that now before anything else so... those other future drawings mentioned will be pushed back by a week. But if my idea works, I assure you it'll be well worth it.

SoCarter out.