Whoot whoot it's late but here's some tits and pussy and a big ol' donger laid out across 'em so you (and her) can truly appreciate the absolute size of this lad.
And he's not even at full mast yet.
She seems impressed, get ready for pound town because he's about to take her there and there's a LOT of activities to be done. It's really a great workout spot as well, great for maintaining that crazy waistline she's got going.
So, as said, this is one of the final commissions unless more get dropped off, I am as of yet unsure what I'll be doing in their stead. Maybe some bonus free commissions? Focus back on digiwomen some more? Start something new? Who knows, life's a mystery, tomorrow is history, and yesterday I completely botched this quote, that's why it's called the... present?
If you want the real saying you can look at Kung-fu panda (dreamwork gets an undeserved amount of flak for not being pixar despite having some really solid films under their belt) for it. Old turtle guy says it but in his case it makes sense.
So again, as I had said, this was supposed to be uploaded on Sunday.
Then Sunday became Monday.
Then Monday became strike of midnight.
Then strike of Midnight became Tuesday morning.
Then Tuesday morning became Tuesday evening.
And now we're here.
Nevermind the fact that this was supposed to be done last week on top.
Honestly, I think there may be something wrong with my brain here. I blame brain problems.
No but seriously, if you've been following me for a while and bother to read these rambling blogposts of increasing length you might remember me slipping some details in here and there and talk about this. I remember very early on mentioning that I am very aware of the kind of person I am (the lazy unmotivated kind), and thus cannot allow cracks to form in my upload schedule because I KNOW I'll let them balloon out until it becomes... no upload schedule at all and I just upload whenever.
I am not a very punctual person. I tend to get absorbed into what I'm doing to the point of neglecting everything else. Great for keeping focus and finishing something that would ordinarily be done in a week in a single day. Not so great if the thing you're currently hyper-focussed on ISN'T the thing you're supposed to be doing. Or like, chores and eating and stuff. Truth be told this little rant aside I am doing a lot better in this regard, because there used to be times where I had accidentally nearly starved myself because I simply wasn't paying enough attention to my own wellbeing... until one day you wake up dizzy and weak and you see stars simply from walking around and there's this empty roaring chasm in your stomach begging for sustenance of any kind and you suddenly go "oh yeah, have I had any food put in me these past few days?"
No, those times are no longer here. But I have noticed a profound lack of focus into my lewd arts starting this year, which I feel is a result of the hectic and random upload schedule of last year. I'm experiencing difficulty getting back into the groove of things, resulting in periods where I barely do anything at all and periods where I shirk all other responsibilities in favour of just drawing big tiddies and mega-dicks all day to make up for it.
Maybe this all needs a do-over and I start a new, fresh schedule without worry of making up for lost time. But that also feels like making excuses and another chance to just sink back into un-productiveness. I have no answer.
I also don't want to turn into a whiny bitch bitching all the time about how hard it is to be a struggling artist or whatever (because honestly for me it ain't, I've got a job and this is just a hobby). So I do want to limit these types of rambling blog thingies.
Also known as Tall Vampire Lady, or Big Vampire Lady, or "please step on me mommy".
Hey all,
So with the holiday celebration post I said the usual schedule would pretty much proceed from then on normally immediately after.
As you all sure have noticed, that hasn't happened... yet.
I'll try and pick up the slack again soon, starting hopefully with this Sunday and another fairly late commission. After that one's done, I will be very close to getting rid of this damn backlog of projects, after that. We'll see. Maybe more stuff like this if new commissions don't start immediately piling up again.
Speaking of this, ya recognize her? That's the Tall Vampire Lady from that new resident evil title announcement?/demo?/tech demo? Thingie. She's called Lady Dimitrescu and she's quickly become all the rage all over this ol' interwebs. And with good reason. Just look at that sizzling hot piece of vampire meat, EVERYTHING about her is big. Big body, big booty, big legs, big tits, big personality, big claws, big hat, big... ornamental flower on her dress...
Anyway I decided to play around a bit with how I make these drawings and experiment with different stuff for this one for funsies. So now as you may be able to tell she's a blend of my usual loose sketchy style (though you've never seen my "usual style" before), some simple digital tricks by messing with layer styles, blending options, and order, and then some fairly simple colouring and shading.
I also added a smoky shadowy background thing because why not?
A very bery belated merry Christmas and a late happy new year!
This thing ended up taking way longer than I expected, I thought I could have it done like, way early this week, but as it turns out I barely manage the normal big Sunday upload date, so now I am well over a week late for new years and well... you can calculate yourself how late this is for Christmas.
Maybe I shouldn't have pushed for this many variations.
But what's done is done, and I do wish you all a good new year, hopefully somewhat better than 2020 even though most of the happenings that year didn't end up affecting me in any way except for maybe having to wear a facemask (*gasp* the horror) at times for boarding a train or entering grocery stores.
Well, over in America things seem to be proceeding... interestingly. Let's hope things cool down instead of escalating. I mean storming the capitol? Gee what a way to start 2021.
Still, best wishes and enjoy this very messy blow-job (had to put a dash there or Patreon flags the post, again, interesting choice Patreon)
Uploads should start going back to the usual schedule pretty much immediately from this point on.
Merry Christmas is what I would say if it were Christmas, but it ain't. I'm a bit late, and also this isn't a Christmas themed upload, just a regular old commission. Just so happens to have worked out this way.
I do have something for Christmas, but I've chosen to combine it with the new years post, so it'll be uploaded then. To leave a hint let's just say that someone did have herself a very merry white Christmas indeed. So hold on till January and you'll see the belated Christmas greeting.
But to that very VERY busty lady up there. I was commissioned to draw a cowgirl OC. I wasn't entirely sure of the specifics, like did it have to be the specific OC of the reference picture provided, or was it to be just 'a' cowgirl OC.
In the end I kind of went up going with both, and used it as an opportunity to make some alternative palette swaps for her. With one being much akin to the reference provided, and some other options. Never done that before. So it was fun.
I also do believe she is perhaps the bustiest gal I've drawn yet, by my mammary- *ahem* excuse me, -memory at least. Look at those cans, more like beach balls right?
Also a thicc ol' booty to boot. Anybody up for making that bell around her neck ring?
So here it is, the second RQR to make up for completely forgetting to do one last week like a dingus.
I do not know anything about the featured girl in question by the way, and the reference pictures I looked up didn't clear up a whole lot, Don't know if she's from a show, a pilot episode, a game, a mascot of something, or an OC of some kind.
All I know is that's she's curvy, she's spunky, she's got blue hair, and sharp teeth.
I think the guy up there would be happy if it stayed a titfuck, those gnashers look dangerous.
What I also know is that I've seen her before from time to time, she's got quite a lot of lewd art on her name so she seems to be popular. And looking at her, I can see why.
But anyway, here she is, enjoy my take. I tried to somewhat emulate the style I most often see her depicted in, which I assume is the original artist's style, while still leaving plenty of me in.
SoCarter out.
PS: It should of course be fairly obvious that with Christmas being this week, the schedule might falter as a result (I mean moreso than it does usually ;p), so be warned.
And we are back with another flash from the past, remember those titty size charts I did for the various gems in Steven Universe that were totally well-researched and I paid close attention to realistic bra measurements?
Because I sure don't I did none of that, it was all just according to my whims and what ever looked reasonable enough. But after I did the three I had plans for and combined them into a massive ur-chart of tit I also started taking some of my favourite "panels" in the chart and make full drawings out of the singular gems in them.
And then I stopped as projects piled up and I got distracted by various things. No big reason really, it all just kinda slipped through the cracks for months. But now I am back with another one, this time an entry from the first chart I made, and the biggest of that chart at that: Blue Diamond. Ever the sad, melancholic blue alien Giantess.
I think those humongous udders suit her. And even in the combined chart she sits comfortably in the top three, together with White Diamond and Obsidian, or Obsidian and the Cluster if you feel like including the joke entry.
Sidenote, I have considered the gems to be made part of the alien chicks from across pop-culture series, together with various other cartoon aliens. Of course with gems this presents a problem because of the massive variety they display.
And depending how fast I type this today's character sketch will be arriving on the Saturday as promised, or a little bit after. Let's find out.
So what about that title eh? What part of her is a nun? One might ask, for those familiar with Warhammer 40K you already know the answer. But for those that don't allow me to explain.
40K is a violent, dark place. Everything always sucks forever and there is nothing you can do about it. Still, people have hope, there's faith in greater powers watching over humanity, helping us survive by the skin of our teeth, keeping us (relatively) safe from harm, and leading us into a somewhat better, more positive future where the average life expectancy on the battlefield isn't a couple of minutes, and early 30's overall (I do not actually know what the average life expectancy is in the Imperium of Man, but I do know that for guardsmen and women at least it is abysmally low, a lot of them are not expected to survive even a single battle).
This faith of course, is placed in the God-Emperor of Mankind, or as he'd prefer to be called if he had a say in it (he doesn't) the Emperor of Mankind (Because he's comatose on life support and has been for over 10.000 years). This faith has of course formed intself into a religious organization, and this organization, mostly called under the catch-all term "The Ecclesiarchy" because as most things in the imperium it is incredibly huge and very varied. The Ecclesiarchy holds tremendous power and sway within the Imperium, as worship of the Emperor is the only religion allowed, and also you're just not allowed to believe anything but that specific thing.
The Mechanicum is the sole exception (Or Mechanicus, the terms are often used interchangeably though technically they refer to different things, though the difference is subtle and most people don't know there even is one. And I'm talking out of universe here, fans often confuse the two. To prove this I will confess I myself have forgotten where the distinction lies, but I think it had something to do with pre-Horus Heresy Imperium and post-Horus Heresy Imperium.) They get around this by being the only ehm... "scientific" body within the Imperium and as such hold ALL the useful knowledge on how technology works and how to make it. Or whatever is left of that knowledge. So they are responsible also for ALL of the weaponry the various armies of the Imperium, including the militant arm of the Ecclesiarchy.
They get around this by instead of worshiping the Emperor, they worship the Omnissiah, who holds all knowledge and technology, and they've agreed to pretend the Emperor is the Omnissiah, though a lot of them aren't entirely convinced. Though the Emperor was very smart in his heyday, and knew a lot about tech so... Maybe he is?
But that Militant arm of the Ecclesiarchy, that's where she belongs to. She's a devout worshiper of the Emperor, they used to be simple nuns praying to Emps, until at one point they got militarized by a certain somebody that we maybe will go deeper into at a later point, maybe not. The important part here is that it happened.
From then on they were known as the Sisters of Battle, and they believe in the Emperor SO HARD that sometimes they can manifest miracles on the battlefield, from mild healing and uncanny luck in not getting shot in the face, all the way to getting resurrected as Angelic beings that can pop in and out of reality. Because faith is a powerful thing in a world where your emotions and thoughts will literally manifest themselves in another dimension. Unfortunately all the negative thoughts get manifested as well, and there are a lot of negative thoughts in Warhammer 40K.
Because of the influence the Ecclesiarchy has over the Imperium, they are able to haggle for some pretty fancy gear for their army of battle nuns, gear normally reserved for the legendary space marines. Such as Rhino's (a tank) Bolters (a gun) and power-armour (power-armour). Though the nuns aren't genetically enhanced and altered like space marines so they're not the elite super-soldiers they are. Just normal humans with way fancier gear than the Guard get, and a whole heaping boatload of faith in their space emperor.
This one has huge tits.
So as it turns out, I took too long in typing this out, now it's a bit late now.
On another note I realized a few days ago I forgot to do the Sunday RQR last week. I may do two tomorrow (today technically), emphasis on may. If not, I guess an extra one is coming next week.
To talk a bit more about inter-species relations and breeding, let's visit demons again for a bit. Why are there demon hybrids, how do they function as I've previously explained that they are essentially a form of alien "life form" (or whatever strange ethereal equivalent of one) from beyond reality as we understand it using raw magic to project an image of themselves into realspace that can look to varying degrees like an eldritch horror depending on the individual Demon's understanding of the physical world, and why wouldn't there be demi-angels as well since they are essentially made of the same stuff?
All those questions and more will be answered in today's episode of: 'Fantasy races, how do fucky wucky work?' (pending title)
And I will do so by looking at a completely different kind of Demon, as we've previously seen two forms of Succubi, one a "rookie" with a rather simple understanding of how beauty works. And a more experienced one with more... "refined" tastes.
The kind of Demon seen up there again come with many names, though most typically people simply look at that and go "that's a Demon!" and that's where it ends, but there have been those that want to properly catalogue everything, and they have taken to calling them "fiends" or "battle-demons" most commonly. We'll settle with Demon.
As previously discussed Demons need magic to project themselves into reality, using it to form a tangible image that can interact with the world, with lesser amounts of magic they may only manifest as a ghost-like being, visible but otherwise intangible and unable to affect much directly, or maybe just a voice, or not even that but merely a malign presence just... lingering, holding onto whatever magic reserves it has left and waiting for chances to absorb more.
Succubi of course absorb magic by seducing the mortal races and draining their magic. But why do it through sex?
Well, that's because Magic is strongly influenced by our emotions or desire. But it goes deeper than that, Magic is seemingly guided into doing whatever it is it does by a "want" in the world. And I really do not have a better way to put it. A mage might, on a perfectly normal day, cast a fireball spell and a neat ball of flame floats through the air until it impacts the imp he's fighting, but moments after, after the imp has killed or grievously injured the mage's friend, in his rage to avenge his fallen comrade he casts another fireball spell. And this time around an enormous torrent of flame spews forth before violently exploding and inuring everyone within a 10 meter radius. Magic is fickle like that, because it is fueled by emotion. It "does" more and directs itself according to the various emotions, or "wants" in the world near "it". The stronger the emotion, the greater amount of magic released.
As intelligent beings, our thoughts and desires are hugely sophisticated, and also as a result, needlessly complicated. A mage who cannot make up his mind will barely be able to cast anything of note, he needs to be resolute in his desire to bring a ball of fire into being, and structure his mind so that no errant thought may distract him just to get it off, and then his emotional state can suddenly make it do things like explode anyway.
But what about our baser desired? We don't need to think about those, do they affect magic?
The answer is yes they do, and unlike our conscious thoughts, our baser desired, or instincts, are very consistent if limited in effect. But the amount of magic generated and directed around is huge none the less, even if most of it is wasted and aimlessly floats around before dissipating, and there are few desires more potent than the desire to procreate, hence Succubi. But it is not the only way for a demon to get its magical needs satisfied. As this one for example seems rather keen on battle, perhaps the adrenaline, bloodshed, anger, rage, pain and grief of a battlefield help this Demon get it's dues.
But of course, a Demon's Physical form is only a projection, and looks exactly how the Demon wishes to be seen as, and there's also nothing holding a demon back from slurping up a lot of anger-magic one day, and then take a more enticing form and get some sex-magic the next. Maybe this one is mid-transition between two states, or perhaps settled on a hybrid form that fulfills both tasks satisfactory. This is where the line between the various kinds of Demon out there really starts to blur, and why cataloguing them with any consistency is an almost impossible task.
And it is at this point that I've realized I've been typing for far too long, and haven't even gotten to the half-Demons yet. I guess I lied earlier up there, as this episode you'll not get all the answers to the earlier posed questions. But I did talk a lot about other things. (Don't worry it's all relevant.)
...Looking over the relaxed camp of orcs, goblins, and humans engaging in various activities with each other. From eating, playing, or exercising, to fucking or simply just relaxing. Sophia found it little wonder that the orcs, with the wizard now gone, wanted assurance this way of life could persist while she once again slurped away on the prince's magnificent pole, moaning on his cock as a burly orc hammered into her from behind. After spending last night with the prince, she now felt a bit more comfortable with other men taking her. After all, her prince had been there first.
It also seemed her denial in yesterday's orgy in granting access to her most precious hole may have been a mistake, as a line was forming. In her denial of them, the beautiful redhead had only grown more desirable, some of the orc men liking her beauty to that of an elf maiden.
That night, the entire camp ran a train on her, cock after cock after cock entering her and busting uncountable loads straight in her womb, all to no avail of course, as the prince's seed had already taken hold unbeknown to everyone.
When they were finally done and everyone went to sleep, Sophia was a tired, sore mess. So the prince had to settle for a simple hot-dogging session before bed, though he didn't mind much, as the left behind ladies had seen to his needs while all the men had their way with his saviour knight. After a long and peaceful night they woke again, this time to the familiar bird calls of a young morning. After a quick session with Sophia, they and their traveling compatriots, as well as the band of Orcs, set to work tearing down the camp. Most of the work had been done yesterday, so they finished early. And before they knew it it was time to split up again and bid each other farewell.
As agreed, the farmer and his family went back with the Orcs to their main settlement, Bernadette wanted to come with Sophia and the prince, promising to make herself useful to them. One of Grishakk's trusted friends Sharog came along as a bit of extra muscle. And finally the diminutive Mugbel joined the party, to oversee the collection of magical writings they were now bringing along in absence of a real expert on magic.
Their goodbyes were exchanged, promises and wishes to see each other again were made, and somehow sneaky Shaahzge managed to help herself to a deep and hard prone-boning session courtesy of our monstrously hung prince along the way in lieu of a goodbye behind the cart.
And now, with everything out of the way, young knight Sophia and her prince could set off again on their journey home, joined by three new members to their party...
Hey all,
Bit more lore than usual, mostly explaining magic stuff. I realize I am again late, but I don't expect this to hold for tomorrow.
Well this sketch is. Continuing our journey into Warhammer 40K whether you like it or not I am now here today to explain to you guys and gals stuff about one of the oldest races in the Warhammer 40K universe. In fact we've, much like the T'au, briefly been over them in the temporarily halted "alien chicks from across pop-culture" series. And I do not remember what I said about them there aside from describing them as space elves, which is what they are.
The Eldar are an ancient race created by an even older (now disappeared) race known to us only as "the old ones". The old ones are responsible for much of the happenings in the galaxy, as their actions have reverberated throughout the ages after their disappearance, no one know where they went, and there are even theories that some may have survived and are still lingering around in some way shape or form. Maybe even in plain sight, and it's just that no one recognizes them for what they are because it's been so long all memories of them have been lost.
But we're not here to talk about old ones, we're here about one of the races they created, the Eldar.
These space elves were originally created (together with the Krork, who many theorize degenerated into what are now known as Orks) In the Old Ones' war against the Necron and the C'tan the Necrons have been enslaved by thanks to a deal gone bad made by their leader the Silent King, who exiled himself in shame for what he's done to his people.
This war, despite the powerful Eldar and maybe Krork (we don't really know to what extend they played role in the war), was eventually lost. The Necron and their C'tan masters reigned. This event is known as the war in heaven, and it was such a destructive conflict in the galaxy that it puts to shame the scale of the current conflicts going on in it. With such damage dealt to the galaxy, there wasn't much for the Necron and C'tan to rule over, so they went to hibernate inside of huge tombs to wait for the galaxy to recover so they can once again rule over it.
That is, they did that after a bit of a rebellion by the Necron where they turned their weapons against their masters the C'tan to shatter them and instead enslave them.
But this is again a story better saved for another time perhaps, maybe when the Necron themselves are up. If you know anything about the Necron you know it doesn't make a lot of sense for them to show up in a series of sketches about sexy warhammer gals. If you don't... Look them up, you'll understand. (But they will show up eventually regardless)
But so, recovering is what the galaxy did. The Eldar in particular spread far and wide and forged themselves a huge empire, probably eclipsing the human Imperium at the height of its power. But since the Imperium of mankind hasn't quite collapsed yet, emphasis on yet here, I guess humanity still has a chance to show these elves what for and show the true might of humanity. Maybe then when the Necron fully wake up again will the galaxy stand a chance, that is until the Tyranids arrive in full... maybe. Tyranid and Necron don't play along together well, and that's not just because they don't like each other, Tyranids don't like anything, they just want to eat. But yet again, this post is not about them. Back to Eldar.
Eldar are psychic, which means they basically have magical powers. This psychic power is drawn from the warp, a chaotic realm where nothing makes sense and time flows differently.
Once upon a time, the warp was calm and the Eldar could use it to psychically do... anything really. But during the war in heaven something went terribly wrong, and the warp is no longer the calm place full of limitless power to freely draw from. So they had to be a bit more careful. Still though, they are quite skilled in warp science, so they made do with this new, more dangerous warp. The Eldar who are among the best at psychic fuckery are known as Farseers, so named for their ability to use the warp to peer into the future to some degree and help guide their race through troubles. This has subsequently allowed many an Eldar upon losing at something to claim that they meant to lose from the beginning and everything is proceeding just as planned. Twas but a clever ruse and this will play out in some way that's beneficial to the Eldar in the future.
Of course, Eldar are not infallible and they can still get things wrong, yes, even the Farseers, so things don't always go "just as planned" as they like to claim. But the Eldar are very haughty and proud so you'll likely not find one admit to it any time soon.
But that girl up there? That's one of them, a Farseer. I've somewhat modeled her after a specific one named Taldeer, from the game Dawn of War. This computer game, being third part, means her canonity is... questionable. But I chose to model this one after her anyway just so I could mention "love can bloom" a kind of famous piece of fanfiction about her and an imperial assassin. Because I like it a lot. You'll probably be able to find it if you type its name into google. But be warned, it was never finished.
Anyway at one point the Eldar empire collapsed in an explosion of drug-fueled bdsm murder rape orgy where they accidentally birthed the fourth major Chaos god into existence by murderfucking each other just a bit too hard, leaving a permanent scar behind on the galaxy known as the eye of terror. It's constantly pumping out warp stuff into reality, which, the galaxy being reality, doesn't like. This gaping asshole into the warp has recently experienced a bit of an an*l fissure and ripped the galaxy in two because Cadia exploded after being assaulted by chaos forces too hard. But remember, the planet fell before the guard did.
So despite fucking the galaxy over majorly the Eldar still like to pretend they're superior to everyone else, being annoyingly haughty to the point of claiming that "losing this battle was part of my plan all along so haha I win". Stubborn space elves. Though there are some among them who can admit that however hard humanity is fucking up right now, it's not quite as disastrous as their own monumental fuckup, so they're not entirely unreasonable, and why they get to be one of the *cough* "good" factions in the setting.
...He woke bleary-eyed snuggled up under layers of bed sheets against something warm, soft, and smooth and slowly lifted his head to blink against the light shining through the thin cloth of their tent, getting the sleep out of them as the prince slowly came to and got his bearings.
First thing that came to mind was that their tent looked weird, second thing was the memory of the night before and the realization that this wasn't their tent at all, but rather Grishakk's.
It was awfully quiet for a morning, with no chirping birds to wake them, awfully bright too, but before his sleep-addled mind could process what that could mean the something that was soft, warm, and smooth that he was snuggled up against stirred, and his gaze was drawn down to a picture of beauty and perfection. The visage of young knight Sophia sleeping peacefully against her prince stared up at him, her back towards him as the little spoon as he felt something inside him flutter... or do a backflip, it was hard to tell.
More memories started coming back, details of the insane day and night before, fucking the farmer's daughter, discovering The butcher's lass stowed away, the orgy that followed, finally going to their tents to rest, getting interrupted by the orcs, the second, even crazier orgy with them that came from that, and how he had grown hard again regardless. And then... Fucking the ever loving shit out of the busty redhead sleeping peacefully besides him. Surprisingly, it was the memory rather than seeing her naked body curled up against him that stirred his loins into action. His loins that now, after a good bit of rest, were rearing to go again without issue or soreness. He grunted while shifting back as he felt the thick pole stiffen and grow, laying warm and throbbing between their bodies.
He wondered if...
He stared down at the beauty laying before him, how she had effortlessly met his rhythm yesterday, spurred him on, and before that during the orgy transformed herself into the very personification of depravity and lust... Would she mind if he...?
Just kinda... you know...
Eventually his cock did the thinking for him and answered as it grew to full mast, and throwing the sheets aside to reveal more of Sophia's shapely, pale, and curvy body lifted one of her legs to position himself behind her...
The moans coming from the tent ran through camp while the others, also waking from the orgy, began the process of tearing down their tents and exchanging the produce on the farmer's cart with the mad sorcerer's studies as per the new plan. It was already past mid-day however, and with most of the time the day had left spent getting everything ready, even as Sophia and the prince finished up and joined the others to help, it was realized splitting up now meant traveling by night, or not very far at all.
Perhaps another night of proper rest was a better choice. So some tents were erected back up and the rest of the day was spent in leisure, indulging in the foods of the farmer that were now no longer going to be sold, wild game Shaahzge's hunting party provided, and of course, the pleasures of the flesh. Though not to the wild, excessive extend of the orgy from yesterday...
So we've seen several fantasy races already, some aspects I played straight, others I put a twist to them. Most of them have been pureblood however.
But in the later couple I introduced some hybrid or 'half' races. And I've been wanting to talk more about inter-racial relations between the races, particularly in the bedroom, and how it relates to offspring. Partially because I've got some stuff to explain, partially because people smashing their funny bits together is the point of this whole venture of mine.
You see, hybrids between the various races aren't exactly common, and while I've previously put a spotlight on the troubles the Elves are going through with breeding, why don't they try interbreeding with other races to introduce some normalcy and stability into their quite honestly fucked up genome?
That's because not every race can produce viable offspring with others, before the breeding problems Elves in our story's time were even a thing, Elves could only reliable interbreed with... *drummroll* Orcs. And Goblins. But now... no race at all.
Yikes.
So then, SoCarter, what's that half-elf doing up there if even in the best of days they can't interbreed with humans? Well the key word here is "reliably". For Elves and Humans can have children together, it is however these children that are always infertile. Much like mules, they cannot bear further offspring, from neither Humans, Elves, or other half-Elves.
This stands in stark contrast to the half-races I've shown off so far, the half-Dwarf, half-Giant, Hobgoblin, and Cursed children.
Well, Cursed children are kind of a unique case that deals with Demons, I'll probably get more into that later, but the former three are all "viable" hybrids so to speak, ergo, they can have children themselves, though things can get complicated based on which race these mixed fantasy races choose to shack up with, too complicated for now. As I'd like to round it off by just listing some more couplings and their viability as a hybrid-race.
Dwarves, Giants, and Humans (and by extension of Humans, Halflings) can all freely interbreed. Now with one of these size issues start becoming a problem, even if in this sexed-up version virgin women can apparently effortlessly take two-foot horse cocks up their coochies without suffering dramatic internal injuries. For Dwarves, as previously described, they tend to keep to themselves, so hybrids aren't very common, and where you can find them usually through successive interbreeding with more Dwarves, Giants, or Humans they tend be absorbed back into the "main" brand after some generations, so you never really get a situation where all three races congeal together into a single "new" race.
Elves I've already mentioned, but Humans can also produce infertile offspring with Orcs, while Dwarves can produce infertile Hybrids with Goblins. It seems that, while both Dwarves and Humans are genetically close enough to produce hybrids, they are also genetically distinct enough to being able to interbreed with different races to different extents, Which is why they can't be properly classified as a single species. And also why the half-races ability to further breed is so complicated.
There is much more to say, and I'm working on an extensive list of which races can and cannot interbreed with who that I might upload at some point, as well as a rough cladogram to show how genetically close (or far) they all stand from each other.
In essence, all this complicated nonsense serves to explain why all these Hominid fantasy races haven't congealed together or out-bred one another until the people in fantasy land where faced with a similar situation we have on real earth, where it's just humans because other "species" were simply absorbed into Homo Sapiens by excessive fucking, or out-bred by Homo Sapiens by... excessive fucking.
Hey all,
Gee back to the normal format where all the information is front-loaded and I don't have a whole lot more to say here, sure feels like it's been while since that's happened even though this is still a fairly recent series of sketches.
And so, because the other sketch was late, I'm simply doing the next one today, with the third and final character sketch of the week coming tomorrow on the usual Saturday. Again we're back with a Warhammer 40K gal. The infamous commissar this time.
You see, I mentioned in the first upload the Imperial Guard, or "Astra Militarum" if you feel so inclined.
This organization represents perhaps the largest in the entire Imperium of man, with maybe the Administratum (paperwork fellows, they make sure the Empire runs *ahem* "smoothly") outnumbering them. Sometimes called the hammer of the emperor of the emperor's hammer, for their main battle strategy is to drown the enemy in bodies and just keep sending more until no filthy xenos or heretic can be seen anymore.
The Imperium is in "control" of over a million worlds spread across the galaxy, and for the moment at least, the single greatest (at least the most numerous) united force in the galaxy. That is maybe until the main Tyranid fleet finally arrives to the galaxy, the Orks somehow manage to unite, or all of the Necron dynasties wake up, but for now none of that has happened yet so... yay Imperium of mankind. This means that the imperial guard has access to so many soldiers, untold trillions upon trillions of men and women, that they are effectively worth less individually than the gear they are outfitted with, the weapons they carry, and the ammunition they hold. To the point that, if there are stragglers lost in enemy territory, the army is more likely to turn back and get them out of there to get the gear back than to save the men. Regardless, they are expected to do their duty in the Emperor's name. Failure in the line of duty is not acceptable, and most probably heresy or something. And that's where the Commissars come in.
Commissars are imperial officers assigned to the guard to keep them in line and full of zeal, to keep them ready to give their life for the Emperor and hold the line no matter the cost. And should a guardsman or woman fail? They get a swift bolter round to the face, and let that be a lesson to all other guardsmen around to see. For the Emperor will not suffer cowardice among his forces. Now this may sound like Commissars are unanimously hated among the guard, and keep to the back line to catch stragglers who should try harder or deserters who really should be running towards the enemy if they are going to be doing any running at all. But Commissars are also expected to lead by example, and inspire the men and women around them. And the Commissars, being religious zealots, are more often than not fully prepared to do just that.
Though of course the occasional coward Commissar does exist too. Not this one though, she's ready to give it her all and punish those that fail her. And she's found a couple of rather "creative" solutions to keep the men serving under her in line and motivated... In between battles and out behind the barracks that is.
There are all kinds of Guard regiments hailing from worlds across the Imperium, each with their own specializations and uniform, the standard "Cadian" we saw earlier is but one of them, as there are many, many more. And all of them need commissars to keep them in line, well... there's some exceptions. But more on those later when it's their turn. For now, let's just enjoy the fat Commissar titties.
...The Orc and Goblin party had scouted plenty around while in search of the lady knight and prince they were following, and so Grishakk knew where to find a good source of water. They'd brought plenty along, and though it had been meant for drinking, fetching more would be easy. So with the prince hard again despite his sore shaft and aching balls, and looking on eagerly she and Sophia washed themselves. Their curvy, fit bodies glistening in the flickering flames of the fire while the others around them got to the process of setting up tents now that the fun was over, to sleep for the night... Or what was left of it.
"This is going to be another setback on our journey..."
Sophia thought to herself as she washed the spunk out of her hair, it was always the most annoying part. But apparently, having lived a life of excessive sex under the mad wizard's influence, Grishakk again came with a solution, she'd learned some tricks to help with that over the years. The taller, muscular, and bustier dark green lady helping the pale redhead with her hair, who occasionally winced as a rough comb raked through the mated crimson locks. The prince kept looking on with eagerness in his eyes, lead by his penis, the small show the two beauties put up eventually brought his mind along as well as he slowly stroked his massive member to the scene to keep himself hard and ready while Sophia focused back on her huge chest, which had received the brunt of the many loads she'd taken that night. The fat pair pleasantly jiggled and wobbled as she wrung a wet cloth out over them to wipe them down.
When the two were clean they approached the prince again, Sophia's face turning a shade of red to match her hair, she looked around camp a bit nervously. Some were watching, but more occupied with themselves or too tired to pay close attention, most either still setting up their tents or having disappeared in them.
But as the prince got up eagerly and Sophia moved to get in position, Grishakk pushed her further along past the prince, who in confusion turned around to find a rather large circular tent with vertical walls and a pointed top behind them. It looked rather fancy, if primitive, resembling a general's or lord's command tent you'd see in a traveling army or set up near the back lines of an ongoing siege, it was probably Grishakk's personal tent.
He followed after the pair, checking out the wide, swaying hips and round jiggling buttocks of the two. The tent from inside was lit up by a couple of tall torches stuck in the ground, the little smoke and heat they gave off funneled up to a hole in the middle of the pointed roof with the floor completely covered up by a large cloth and several pillows and pelts. He'd always thought of Orcs as dumb, uncultured brutes, but despite the primitive materials and rough look this was as comfortable a tent you could expect out of any lord or king, it seems this lady at least likes to travel in style.
"I vil leave you tvo be now~ You may make use ov my tent vor this night, as apology for our... interruption"
"Oh you don't have to, we have our own tent and you and your kin have apologized p-"
Sophia began again, Grishakk quickly cutting her off while raising her hand.
"Unless you vant me prezent vor the deed... Or join~"
She replied with a growing smirk, Sophia's blush growing a shade redder as she nodded and simply thanked her. The beautiful Orc nodded back, and exited the tent, closing the flap behind her.
The two stared at each other, unsure who should make the first move. Eventually it was Sophia who took a step forward, gently taking the Prince's hand and standing opposite of him for a moment, staring into his eyes with his immense, throbbing manhood between them, then pulled him along with herself as she stepped back and lowered herself into the pile of bedding and pelts gathered in the centre of the room. The prince, having been pulled every which way and that by all the women present in their camp for the entire night already gladly let her, watching with wide eyes and bated breath as the curvy redhead laid down before him, spreading herself for him while he climbed on top of her. The seed-hungry cocksucker surrounded by immense multi-coloured cocks and covered in their sticky emissions had entirely disappeared again as her freckled face stared up innocently at him.
They'd been at this exact point before they'd been interrupted, the prince positioning himself over her and drawing his hips back to align his tremendous shaft with Sophia's dripping slit. He kept staring, waiting for a go ahead as his trembling glans hovered achingly close to her entrance, so close they could both feel the heat emanating of their nethers. And she merely stared back, laid bare for him and at his mercy despite being the one who'd saved him. As the pause dragged on she finally gave the tiniest of nods.
The prince wasn't even sure if he'd seen it correctly, but he pushed forward, their nethers making contact as he closed his eyes and groaned at the warm, wet sensation, and Sophia gasped underneath him as she arched her back, pushing her formidable, pale chest out.
At first the tip of his immense girth merely pressed flat against her tight entrance, only the puffy outer lips giving way and parting around his glance as if giving it a kiss, but as the prince put in more strength behind his push he sank in, her hot, wet walls parting for him as he shot in a bit further than intended, drawing another shuddered gasp out of his partner.
He paused again for a moment, opening his eyes to the sight of two bright emerald ones staring up at him, Sophia's beautiful face red from nerves and lust, her mouth hanging open in a small 'o'.
With another barely noticeable nod she gave him the go ahead to keep pushing in, and so he did. Just like with all the ladies that had come before, the warm, wet hole opened up and stretched before him, his magical royal cock sinking ever further down her warm, cloying depths, silky smooth, slippery walls massaging every inch of him. Sophia gripped the bedding to keep herself steady as the prince went in to the half-way point, the bulge he'd create on every one of his partners now laying across her normally toned and flat stomach, and the prince had to pause again as he felt her insides tighten up around him.
"K-keep going~"
Sophia gasped in response to that, need in her voice as it grew soft and husky in her pleasure. He did not have to be told this twice, pushing on unperturbed until he heard her gasp again and tighten even more. Grunting, he drew his hips back instead, now earning him a sigh from his partner, before pumping forward, a fraction more of his imposing length thrusted into her as Sophia's enormous breasts jiggled back and she let out a louder, higher pitched moan.
Setting a steady pace he got to work, pumping back and forth and thrusting more and more of himself down her tight, dripping wet hole as she began bouncing underneath him, Sophia quickly catching on and rolling and gyrating her shapely hips against him in turn, together with his building pace as her great big tits began swinging up and down in circles, softly smacking together.
Sophia stared up at her hung lover as she let the prince fuck her. Indeed, she'd never had anything as large as his inside of her, her mind reeling and swimming with pleasures unknown to her as the immense tool pumped in and out, reaching deeper than she'd ever thought possible as the pair slowly lost themselves in each other and pleasure, their pace growing more frantic and feverish in the flickering orange glow filling the tent gave them a golden glow, skin glistening once again from sweat. She'd seen the prince go all out, mercilessly plowing women half her size just moments before, but now he was being downright gentle in comparison as he frantically thrusted away at her warm, inviting hole.
Soon enough he was in to the root, the fat bulge disappearing into her torso and between her swinging tits as their crotches and hips begin clapping together, adding to the symphony of sounds the two of them were making together while she met his eager movements with her own, writhing underneath him, arching her back, clawing and pawing at the pelts, and eventually raising her legs so her feet danced around in the air behind him.
The prince was being driven mad in this hot hole, it was almost as if it was made for him as the tight, slippery tunnel contorted to his rigid shape pumping in and out of it, his engorged glans scraping past every bump and fold of her insides as they coiled hotly around him. Soon enough, he was indeed going crazy on this hot, wet cunt, leaning further forward and hammering his hips down again and again as Sophia squealed underneath him, spurring him on as she effortlessly met his aggressive pumps with rapidly rolling and gyrating hips, shuddering and bucking against him while she made the immense pole battering away at her insides shift around inside of her.
All sense of time and space disappeared for the pair as they indulged themselves, drowning in each other while their lovemaking turned to fucking. The prince had been utterly spent before, and though his refractory period was nothing short of miraculous, it still took hours of frantic hammering before he felt himself grow close again, though neither noticed the passage of time as Sophia was assaulted by a series of orgasms through the entire ordeal, and the prince could do nothing but stare at those green eyes begging for more and her massive jugs bouncing wildly for him.
He felt the familiar knot in his lower abdomen and aching rod tighten, growing hotter with the feeling of a massive, encroaching climax. But despite it having been built up slowly over hours he only managed a staggered grunt and a frantic gasp as a warning as something inside him suddenly snapped, his hips bucking forward without control, and he let loose. Sophia similarly gasped as she felt him erupt hard inside of her, flooding her pussy and womb in thick, hot seed, she was quickly filled up to the brim with but a single monstrous spurt.
But the second was already being pumped into her despite the lack of room, and a third, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth... Every time his cock spasmed and lurched back with another hot torrent of spunk while his hips jerked forward, as with every fresh wave her stomach grew, inflating with gallons of virile seed as unbeknown to either of them, a single healthy egg cell got surrounded by a frantic crowd of wriggling sperms and eventually penetrated inside of her battered womb.
After losing count of the amount of ropes he produced and orgasming for what seemed like minutes, he was finally done, leaning back, he admired his handiwork while Sophia stared back at him, mouth hanging open in astonishment as her fat tits rested against an obscenely bloated, pregnant looking belly, gallons of fresh jizz sloshing around inside of her...
Hey all,
Sorry this is a tad late, a bit unusual for these character sketches, but as we've reached the climax of our orc-y orgy and finally gotten to the part where our protags fuck for real I spent some extra time fussing over the details.
Possibly more than I maybe should have as I ended up scrapping some stuff to go back to an earlier idea anyway. But hey, everything's easier in hindsight.
Again, I am no writer by any means but I hope my amateurish smut writings go along well with these sketches and help at least some readers along on their own journeys to achieve... the nut. This feels like the longest piece I've written yet, but scrolling through it again I also get the feeling of "well it's not that long is it?" So who knows, maybe an earlier upload was longer, but this marks the end of the mad orgy that's been taking up a lot of posts and pushing lore aside, forcing me to pick girl sketches where it can be easily assumed what their deal is.
No longer, next time, you guys are getting lore again as the smut grows shorter. I have a lot to explain and allll the space and time to type it out.
SoCarter out.
PS: Try and find the hidden easter-egg in this smutty episode :p
And just like I promised and hoped for this was finished rather quickly the day after, again a reminder that this will have no impact on the schedule this week so assuming everything else goes as expected there should be no delays, but you never know with me.
Today we have another commission, a rather simple one, I elected not to make a fancy background to save for time, and there are no alternate versions available either. It was a very simple commission, just put Lord Dominator (from Wander Over Yonder, a cartoon, I heard it was pretty good while it ran) In a skimpy two-piece black bikini and have her squeeze her tits together between her arms, which I was free to inflate to be a bit larger.
I of course, did just so, as large as I felt the commissioneer(?) would let me get away with. So now she's sporting a pair of massive and heavy green hangers in place of her usual more modest (and not particularly unattractive) pair she has in the show.
I actually have drawn her before, way back when as an RQR before I called them RQR's, one of the first of those I did actually, so if you wanted to ogle at her with a more show-accurate bust just scroll down that timeline until you find her lounging languidly on a couch with her legs spread in all her green alien overlord glory. Well, that's on all platforms aside from Patreon that is, I had to delete the post here because I had to change some stuff but for some reason couldn't edit it, strangely enough the only post that has happened to.
Also you won't notice but for this I decided to experiment a bit with skin tones and layering and it worked quite well, very handy to know these things about photoshop.
SoCarter out.
Ps; Ain't she a tease? Get those hands out of the way dammit!
And we've got another slow week, I did say the no break for holiday season was tentative right? Because that's what kept me busy, because where I live right now is the time for an extra little bonus holiday you don't much get in other parts of the world. And of course with corona roaming about it wasn't clear whether we'd be celebrating it the usual way.
That was until my mother suddenly called up and said I could come over, like, the day before.
Of course, with my pc completely up and running, my health back to normal, and no other weird shit like surprise file corruptions slowing me down I've had, and likely will have, plenty of time to compensate. Hence the second RQR this week to make up for the lack of character portraits, which I feel aren't as popular anyway so not a big loss.
On top of that, though I would have liked to release a commission this Sunday, the surprise "hey come over we can celebrate the holiday bejazzles anyway" meant it's been pushed back a bit. Emphasis on a bit though, it's pretty close, I'm hoping tomorrow but if I can't manage that I'll say it'll come on Tuesday, as it was meant to be uploaded today so putting it off for a whole week just to make the Sunday upload promise a thing isn't fair I feel.
In essence it just means more RQR's for you all. But I like doing those anyway so we're all happy lil' campers I hope.
Anyhow Scooby Doo, we've all heard of it, probably watched it to some capacity too considering how long it's been on tv and how many show's it's had over the years, decades? Centuries? Millennia? Aeons? How long has Scooby Doo been running?
Velma's been a part of the gang for the entire run, and was initially intended as the not attractive nerdy girl. Of course, they drew her to be thicc af so she's just become sexier and sexier in the eyes of horny fans in spite of their intent. Now poor pretty girl Daphne doesn't quite get the same amount of attention nowadays. And who am I to question tradition? So here's Velma flashing us one of her big Jinkies (she's the one that said Jinkies right? Daphne said the other thing, I don't know enough about Scooby Doo)
And as promised here's the character sketch that was replaced yesterday by a bonus RQR, and again we are visiting the WH40K universe.
We've seen this one in the alien girl series already, but since I decided not to do any double-ups there I wasn't going to show off the rest, because the T'au are a tad more versatile than just being limited to one flavour of blueberry., as we'll find out.
In 40K the T'au are a newer, fledgling race just starting on their journey of playing along in the big game of murder chess that is their galactic playground. One most other major races would only consider a tiny blip on their radar and not much at all to think about. For example, the imperium of man absolutely could waltz over their entire tiny space empire and utterly eradicate it easily, but at this point they kinda don't want to as it would cost them more than it is worth, there are far greater problems they already have to deal with. Similarly, if it turned out that the T'au have been living on borrowed time and the few systems of planets they have control over are major hidden Necron tomb worlds they would not last very long either. Or if they caught the brunt of a major Tyranid fleet their chances of getting through that would be slim to none.
But so since they are still minor enough to not be considered a proper threat they've been able to get on by. Too small and therefore too much trouble to get rid of, just big and prosperous enough to grow their little empire in their corner of the galaxy, and juuuuust about lucky enough to not have been a victim of one of the many major threats the galaxy has to offer... yet. Hopefully by the time it is their turn to face their doom, they'll be ready for it. They've had a few test run ins with smaller hive fleet tendrils and what the empire would consider minor border world skirmishes, and other assorted clashes with the other big players already so fingers crossed they'll make it.
The T'au as such represent the more minor factions, by being the most major of the minor factions. Though they are expanding at a rapid rate. This is further compounded by the fact that the T'au are one of the few inclusive, not-quite-as-xenophobis-as-everyone-else-is-yet factions, they have a myriad of other alien races that have allied with them. Making the T'au the closest thing to a "good guys" faction this galaxy of insanity has to offer. Though they way they get other races to join them has a rather "join us or die" kinda vibe to it.
Due to these things, their cleaner scifi look, and their not totally insane approach to warfare many 40K fans find they do not entirely fit the setting, and posit that anyone who likes the T'au is just a weeb. This dislike often takes a bit of a jokesy tone though, and it has become sort of an in-joke in the franchise to pointlessly hate on the poor blueberries. I for one like them plenty, I just wish they'd do more with the alien races they've supposedly allied with and expand on them a bit beyond a few Kroot auxiliary units and a single kit of Vespids. Though in the old battlefleet gothic game there were some ships of theirs that belonged to the Demiurg and Nicassar, two largely forgotten races that have only vaguely been described.
Now on to the different varieties of T'au.
You see, the T'au live by a very rigid caste-system. Everyone has their place, and everyone has their role. Their people split into five such distinct castes. The Earth caste, the Fire caste, the Water caste, the Air caste, and finally the rare Ethereal caste, who are the leaders of the entire faction.
That fine lass up there? Fire caste, the fire caste are the soldiers of the T'au race, commonly called fire warriors, and are exclusively sent out for warfare, if you're on the ground and fighting T'au, you're shooting at the Fire caste, with very rare exception. This is excluding the myriad of Alien allies they have of course.
Now I hear you I hear you, what part of her could possibly be considered warrior? She's not even wearing anything suitable for warfare unlike the Imperial guardswoman from last week. Well, that's because the Tau like to use battlesuits, robotic suits of power armour that more often than not are too large to be considered a suit but are still called as such for mysterious reasons. Like the largest variety is like 15 meters tall or something, and most smaller ones also just simply have a cockpit you sit in. So it's not so much a suit as it is a mech they pilot. only the smallest varieties of stealth suits are actually worn like one. But hey, that's what they're called. So that's what she is, a battlesuit pilot, in a skintight bodysuit to play up them weeb vibes. The uh... exposed skin helps with.... interfacing... with the suit... yeah.
And we're not done with blasts from the past because for this Tuesday upload instead of one of the character sketches we're doing another RQR instead, involving Ashelin again, last we saw her she was titfucking Daxter together with Keira in a commission, but now it seems she's moved on to try her skills on a big ol' salami all in her lonesome.
I would have uploaded this yesterday but I again spent too long on this so now instead I will simply upload the character sketch tomorrow. Wow it really feels like I'm back in action huh?
Let's see if I can keep this up first before throwing a celebration.
Also today marks a rare occasion where I don't have a lot to say about a piece, and no updates of note to give, so I'll just leave you guys with this,
Told ya I'd be uploading on Sunday? See? I can occasionally hold myself to my own schedule.
And today we've even got one of those big ones I was talking about, but not a commission no. As one can plainly see, this is another digiwoman! Finally, it's been so long! What was the last one? Fairimon? Beelstarmon? I can barely remember.
But yes, I have not stopped producing digi-smut. It took a while due to several delays and reschedules messing everything up again and again, But I've been slaving away at this thing in the background over the past couple weeks to finally again do another one of these. This time it's Ceresmon's turn, another eternally underrepresented sexy digi-lady. For no good reason really, I mean look at her. Those luscious locks, those plump lips, the hips, the thighs, the ass, the chest... She's the whole package, all wrapped up in some planty bits much like Rosemon and Lotusmon. Unlike those two though she also wears some big armour bits she's chosen to ditch for the occassion, and she's somewhat a part of a big plant/soil monster, some real kaiju stuff there. But she can move independently of it so it's not like you have to put up with a big scary city trampling beast attached to her while she slorping away on your dangus.
...Both the knight and the prince caught each other's eyes again as they pant and huff, coming to from the corresponding climaxes of their own latest round of wild sex with strangers. The prince drawing his immense cock out of Grishakk with wet and messy noises and shaking it off on her body. He immediately felt himself growing to full mast again as he looked to his saviour covered head to toe in seed, surrounded by large exotic cocks, her messy chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing. Sophia herself was ready to lean further back and spread her legs for him, but before anything further could happen between them their attention was pulled back to their eager orcish partners once again, a large green glans poking her eagerly against the cheek and making the redhead knight turn her head, and the diminutive Mugbel crawling on top of her chief underneath the prince, drawing his eyes down...
With his member being the most imposing of the gathered human, orc, and goblin men, and his seeming tirelessness and nigh-instant refractory period, the prince was the main draw among the girls, passed between them in round after round. His night was a hurricane of wet holes opening up for his mast as he mindlessly humped away at whatever orifice offered itself up for him. A veritable conveyor belt of pussy, ass and throats lined up in front of him as he fucked like a man possessed throughout the entire night, the world around him forgotten the prince let the limitless pleasure override his better senses, the people around him sinking along with him in decadence. Not even the day with the busty stable keeper could compare to the rapid progression of rounds after rounds of sex in just this night alone.
As the hours crawled by the seemingly endless romp finally calmed down, as even the prince felt his balls ache and his shaft burn while he stroked himself off over... Beth, Mugbel, Shaahzge... and others he'd forgotten the names off. The Farmer and his family and the orc men laying spent around the camp.
Panting heavily as the final watery rope of warm seed splashed over the eager, but tired faces pushed together, the prince fell back on his ass in the dirt, and gave the aftermath of the scene that just took place on their camp a good look. He was pretty sure most, of not all, of everything was covered in bodily fluids, including the people. Everyone's skin showing a shining, wet gloss in the flickering fire someone must have lit at one point, and that then managed to somehow dodge the barrage of bodily fluids covering the sordid scene. The girls were even worse off than the men, each and every one of them coated in several layers of drying orc and men spunk. And from what he could tell from the bodies laying besides their steeds and the ox, maybe it wasn't just the sapient races who got in on the fun that night...
Someone sat down besides him with a sigh, and his attention could finally return to his knight as she flipped her sperm-streaked fiery red hair over her shoulder and rolled them, arching her back to stretch and pushing her massive wet mammaries out for him to ogle at.
"Finally spent my prince? I didn't think that was possible for you~"
She joked as she side-glanced at him checking out her breasts. he felt his aching rod stir despite everything, and with a small grunt the prince lent back, stretching his legs while admitting with a chuckle he might be done for the night, even as his imposing tool slightly lifted itself off his leg.
Both thought it was quite a shame, they'd gotten so close to... going all the way finally. And with the decadence they just took part in it felt strange to not just... do it, rip off that band-aid and seal the deal. But they remained silent as they stared at the groaning, recovering bodies dragging themselves up slowly. The group having mingled and spread around several times over, they've concentrated into little groups and pairings scattered through the camp. The pairs that hit it off particularly well moving closer to each other and just enjoying the company. If a bit more handsy with each other than most would deem appropriate, but after what just took place... some absent-minded grabbing, bean-flicking, and jacking while people talked was outright tame.
"I apologize iv vve interupted you tvo bevore"
A gruff voice said from behind them. They looked up at the imposing figure of Grishakk, now a lot less intimidating to either of them after the prince went several rounds on all her assets.
"It's fi-"
Sophia began, the black orc chieftain cutting her off as she moved to sit down besides the would-be lovers.
"And vor occupying you tvo vor the entire night, I vas too... taken by lust to notice on time"
"Notice what?"
Sophia asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You two looking at each other. But it seems now even little prince is done"
The tall, muscular lady replied, as before the orgy began showing herself as being surprisingly smart and far more insightful than her brutish appearance would suggest, Sophia already in the process of raising her hands and deny her observations again when...
"Well ehm... about that... being done for the night... thing"
Grishakk and Sophia looked back over as the prince said this, and the three of them stared with mild surprise at the enormous two-footer sticking up out of his groin yet again, as rigid as it was when this madness began, a fresh dollop of pre already welling up out of his fat glans while it twitched and throbbed with eagerness. Grishakk rested her strong hand on Sophia's shoulder, a grin spreading over her face as more of her tusks bared themselves.
"I think vve should properly clean up virst if vve are to continue, no?"
Hey all,
Oh my god could it finally be happening? Are the prince and our knight finally going to bone on screen? Like penis in vagina sex sex?
Well let's see if their plans pan out next time, funny how this should be coming to a... climax around the end of this month specifically eh? Almost like I planned it...
I didn't I swear I have no way of planning for this that's way too much effort. it just all happens to work out that way. And it's not like the previous uploads of wild interracial orgy fucking isn't climaxy enough by themselves.
Also sexy amazonian, look she's got a hint of abs, neat right? I want to get to showing off maybe some different looks and cultures, featuring exotic women from around the world. For this one I kind of wanted to go dark-skinned African-esque looking without going into full loincloth cougar pattern bra savage native territory. Her name is literally just a slight respelling of a classic Amazon name Andromeda. I feel the rest of the concept speaks for itself, nothing too noteworthy to add lore-wise.
So as you must have noticed we're off to a bit of a rocky start with my post-ill-not-sure-if-I'll-have-to-call-another-break-for-christmas upload schedule, first with a late Sunday RQR and now with a late character sketch.
As you also may be able to tell, this "sketch" is distinctly less sketch-like.
Both of those things are because I've been taking some extra time experimenting with different methods, again striking for that quality/quantity balance. And I think the way this one was done in is completely doable with my schedule.
And I should know, I've premade like, two more in less than a day.
No I won't be uploading all three at once. But it just shows that this doesn't have to be a huge time sink and I can still produce stuff this clean looking.
The fantasy sketches will remain as they are though, I like the look and these clean lines and flat colours don't really fit the parchment look they have.
But as one can see, if you're familiar with the property that is, in this new series of sketches I will be lewdifying the various babes and bombshells that inhabit the... *drumroll* Warhammer 40.000 Universe! And for those that are neither babes nor bombshells I will MAKE them so.
Of course I know quite a bit about WH40K, it is one of my favourite "scifi" (more of a science fantasy than science fiction, Star Wars likes to call it space opera, which sounds fitting enough) settings, so I will be able to accompany each upload with a bit of lore on the subject. I am however not an authority on the lore, and the way this property handles the canoninity of its lore makes it easy for fan theories and head-canon to seep its way in and become common accepted 'facts' despite not being so. Because Games-Worshop's stance (they own the setting and make the models and wargame and stuff) on lore is: It's all canon, it's just not all true. (Mind this goes for official lore, not third party stuff, but with many things being vague and up for interpretation you can see how it can cause confusion at times)
This line of thinking means that technically things never really get retconned or ideas disbanded, as it was all vague and uncertain to begin with. That little lore tidbit you read in that codex from decades ago is canon in the that sure, someone in-universe believes it is true or at one point someone existed that did, and as such wrote it down for us to read, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's true, that person could simply be mistaken or have been lied to.
This may sound all needlessly convoluted and asinine, but in essence it's meant to facilitate one goal: this world is a collaborative effort, including the players. "your dudes" as they are often called (basically meaning your own oc army you collect and play (if you play that is)) can feasibly exist within the canon at all times and so in this grand collaborative effort of make-believe for adults YOUR DUDES have an impact, because so much is left up in the air.
Like there are two entire Space marine legions that are "lost" to imperial records purposefully that writers specifically have not, will not, and would never, expand on because they're placeholders for possible player legions of their own to insert "their dudes" into. (of course barely any player ever does because there's not supposed to be any explanations for why the legions disappeared, and they are supposed to be LOST and GONE, and you can make your own space marine faction anyway by way of successor chapters)
Now of course with the amount of players and fans of the property this can never be realized, that's far too many people and conflicting ideas to keep track of. Which is why it's limited to all official works GW produces. But it is fun to think that in some way, shape, or form, at least one person living within the WH40K universe could believe "your dudes" are real, or maybe they are real, just not in the exact way you had in mind, and are as such part of the "canon".
Not this gal though, she's Cadian, meaning she's as canon as any 40K thing can be considered canon, the bog-standard Imperial guard or "astra militarum" (as GW likes to call the guard for copyright reasons, because they can't copyright mundane words) all other guard regiments should strive to be like. Well, the exposed cleavage, high heels, and huge badonkers may not be, but the rest of her sure could be.
I would say more here but I've rambled enough I feel and there's more than enough other guard regiments to talk about in the future for me to explain more about them in general, so I'll just leave you with this:
The planet broke before the guard did, Cadia stands.
So this would've been done yesterday if I didn't decide to spend too much time on it, which is what I did hence why it's here now and not then.
This is again a rather tentative thing but I figured with (hopefully) the era of delays behind us, at least for the moment, I could try and build up a steady upload schedule again.
No promises of course, but the idea is that I'll do the quick character sketches at the usual times, and then the big commissions drop on Sundays whenever those are finished. And I thought, for every Sunday where there isn't a big commission, I'll upload a RQR. And then additional RQR may or may not come whenever if and when I feel like doing a bonus thing.
Of course right on the onset of this idea I'm a day late so we're off to a great start already.
But this is, as the title says, a gal called Proxima Midnight, she's one of them comic book characters and at least in the MCU she's an underling of the big purple grape man Thanos, though I was a bit disappointed with her looks in the films, really, cgi wasn't necessary for her. And turns out she looks way better in the comics, that helmet is way better than the generic horns she had there.
I mean she's barely a character in the movie she features most prominently in so it doesn't matter much but also all of Thanos' underlings are pretty meh outside of that guy Iron man called Squidward once, "The Maw" I think he was called? He was pretty neat.
Sure would've liked to have had a couple more imposing villains in the big finale outside of the 4 cgi nobodies+the grape man himself.
Anyway here she is buck naked I gave her abs because she looks like she works out.
So here it is, finally, after a significant delay.
You remember seeing the preview for this right? The one I posted while I was ill. I mentioned the original file had gone corrupt out of the blue on a previous upload, and I had like, no backups. Spent a good two days trying to vain different file recovery methods, but yeah, 'in vain'. It was all for naught, and the original is just forever borked.
Most annoying thing is that I can't do ANYTHING with it, I can't delete or move the file even because it'll give a disk error message and then... I can't do anything, there was only one method that managed to copy the fucked file, but no programs could load it so it was just as useless... except I could delete the copy.
But it's finally here, I had to completely redo everything from scratch based on the preview sketches I uploaded, made extra sour by it being mere days away from being done. So I really had to redo almost everything save for the base sketches.
Of course, this happened to the only project that had a deadline attached to it, turning it into quite a rush. For my grand return I set some time aside for an RQR and a character sketch but other than that I have been doing nothing but finish this thing as fast as I could as close to the original deadline, because it was always going to be late now, only question being how late.
Answer: about 5 days.
So yeah, you may recognize the pair, I've drawn them together several times already, usually with a second certain grey-haired lady present, but this time it's just the two of them. She's got aaaaalll that dick to herself now. Lucky girl.
And now I can set my focus back on the usual stuff, just in time for.... Christmas again? Really? It's that close?
Now last year I took a break for the whole of December and then some because of it, the turn of the year, some other holidays, and a bunch of birthdays grouped together making it all a very busy time of year. But with the ol' 'rona going around messing things up... yeah things are looking a fair bit quieter.
Not that all those birthdays and holidays aren't happening mind, it's just that people are hesitant on traveling over and/or inviting people. So I am not announcing a break for this winter, at least for now. I can't see the future and how things might change after all. But I do know I am quite sick of breaks after what feels like a year of almost nothing but.
Funnily enough, none of the troubles I faced this year have had ANYTHING to do with the larger issues plaguing 2020, it just seems I've got my own tiny little personal crisises (crisesses? crisi? plural of crisis) going on in tandem with continents catching on fire, explosions, war scares, riots, pandemics... phew, 2020 has been wild.
...While her prince was busy painting his partners white with long strands of his essence messily draping over the four shuffling close to receive his lust Sophia had just been on the receiving end of three massive orgasms herself. The Orc men's spunk, though alone not producing as much as the prince could, together have covered her face, breasts, hair, shoulders, and arms almost completely, the thick goop slowly dripping off her fantastic mounds in long messy strands onto her thighs as she remains on her knees in front of them. Several more eager suitors move in, some trying to push or pull her over to gain access to her other orifices. But she does not budge, they'll have to make do with her upper body and settle for tasting her juices from their eager fingers playing with the tender and wet organ. Normally they'd press the issue, but the redhead's fierce gaze as she remains firmly in her place and the memory that it was her that accomplished a feat on her own they couldn't manage together keeps them at bay.
In the end the two who were double-teaming little Beth previously, after a brief refractory period, get their turn on the busty young knight, their imposing masts, only outdone by the prince's 2 footer himself, looming over her as she, unperturbed, grabs hold of the two and guides them to her mouth, pressing the tips together as she spreads her lips open wide, slipping and sliding the plump pair over both the glossy heads, purple from the blood rushing into the twin poles.
Someone behind her gets brave, grabbing her by her hips and attempts to pull her back and tilt her hips up, she resists at first, looking over her shoulder with strands of spittle hanging from her lips, connecting her to the two monstrous rods still. But on noticing her next eager partner only sliding his tool in between her firm and shapely butt cheeks she relents and lets him hump away at her rump while one of the two in front of her pulls his cock free from her hand and reaches down to wrap both her glazed tits around his rod, quickly pounding away at the pair as the slippery pillows jiggle and ripple in his strong hold with every impact of his groin against them, heavy balls hanging low and slapping against her toned tummy repeatedly. His tool so long the head hits her face repeatedly, Sophia turns her head to focus on the other, equally huge python bobbing eagerly in front of her. His fingers rake through her messy red hair as he helps the by now experienced cocksucker down his lengthy pole.
As the prince finally finished hosing his four partners down he felt his tool soften a bit, and he looked up to view his surroundings, bodies humping, thrusting, and shuddering together, ropes of white flying across.
Quickly his loins stirred again. But as his eyes landed on Sophia, tending to two enormous green poles, her upper half covered in and shiny and wet with spunk, he found himself rock hard in seconds as a pang of desire, or was it jealousy? shot through his body. He didn't have time to ponder on it though, as the chief Grishakk laid down before him, her hand wrapping around his godly member and guiding it to her tender sex while she shifted her loincloth aside. He briefly looked back to his knight in shining armour, before leaning over the large, muscular green woman and forcing his hips down, his slick tool slowly by surely sinking into the hot wet depths of the slightly intimidating woman. Soon his favourite redhead disappeared from his mind again as the busty orc wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing his length into her by herself and taking the entire thing without issue even as the giant fuck tool stretched her belly out, a large fat bulge snaking its way up her fit body.
Her tight, cloying warmth was a different experience to the beauties he'd been fucking before, the smooth muscular walls strongly coiled around him, pressing and squeezing his tool in different places, and guided by her strong legs, the prince soon found himself bucking his hips back and forth into the hot, wet hole rapidly. Her big and green, spunk coated tits swinging in circles back and forth, the head of his tool battering away at the back of her experienced love tunnel.
This woman was a tried and true size-queen, one who didn't have the words "slow" and "gentle" in her vocabulary it seems. As she through gritted teeth looked up at the prince while spurring him on to go faster and harder. He could feel the sweat drip off his arms and chest as he rammed himself inside time and time again, trying to keep his strokes as long as possible without losing speed. Grishakk loosened her hold on him with her legs a bit, allowing him to draw back further as he went to town on her wonderfully yielding pussy, over a foot of his immense length pistoning rapidly in and out of her as her tits swung up to smack against her face and each other whenever their hips wetly met. Soon her legs were uncoiled and sticking out, her feet dancing along in the air with the rhythm of the prince's aggressive thrusting.
Something bestial took over, and with strength he didn't know he had the prince moved his arms down to grab a firm hold of her fat, muscular ass cheeks, lifting the large woman's lower half up by them and rammed his length down, pile driving the black orc into the forest floor like a man possessed while she mewled and squealed in adoration.
Right across from him Sophia was still busy with her three partners, though two had been added as the one she had in her mouth had his hands on her head and held it in place as he pumped his imposing green member rapidly down her throat, thick strands of saliva hanging off it and swinging around as a frothy ring of spittle crowned the base of his tool, Sophia seemed to not mind, her now free hands busy jacking off two newcomers instead, rolling her hips along with the one humping her behind as drops of pre rolled down his aching rod to lube the jiggly pair up, and the other massive orc slammed her head-sized messy and wet tits up and down his pole as the head of his member bumped up against her cheek again and again.
The one in her mouth was the first to go over the edge, his tool, thick as her arm, twitching and trembling as she felt it try to lurch up in the back of her throat when his thick white spunk exploded out of him.
With their fangs in the way, proper deepthroats are a rarity for orcs to enjoy, with only their smaller goblin cousins capable of pulling the feat off, but even their experienced little cocksuckers apparently couldn't compare to our loyal knight as the huge hulking man shuddered and groaned with the intensity of his climax down her throat.
Sophia dutifully took every last drop he gave her, until he pulled back of his own accord and let the last two massive ropes drape over her face to join the mess already decorating her, before falling backwards, seemingly spent for the moment, though his manhood refused to go down and he spent the time furiously jacking it to the rest of his clan members as they too fell to Sophia's skills one by one.
Second was the one helping himself to her fat tits, with the one hot-dogging her amazing ass soon following as they coated the redhead in their warm seed front and back. With her mouth now free Sophia brought the two eager newcomers closer together towards her mouth, and with spunk still dripping off her, messily took turns slurping on either fat tool until they too burst. She took turns drinking from them as well, allowing one to continue hosing her down whenever she was busy with the other before switching back over. Miraculously the first to burst found some second wind as his huge gonads churned to pump out another couple fresh hot ropes when the last of the five finished. Though not nearly as much as his first load that was sloshing around in her stomach, still a respectable 5 long creamy ropes shot out as he remained sat back to drape over the by now almost completely covered beauty while she lent back to accept his hot love over her tits, her image completely transformed.
Just then the prince burst too, grunting through his clenched teeth he rammed his fat two footer down one last time with all his might as he felt his cock nearly swell up with the first monstrous rope surging through his length. Grishakk let escape an uncharacteristic high-pitched squeal as she felt the massive first wave explode into her ready and waiting womb, and with a few pumps of his hefty balls resting on her upturned ass her hot tunnel was filled to the brim. But he did not stop, and with his arm-thick member keeping her plugged up, she felt her already stretched innards expand as what must have been gallons of thick hot seed rushed into her, her belly growing...
Hey all,
finally some smut fantasy writings again, it sure has been a while, but I guess that's the case for everything after a break like that. I would've liked to upload this sooner, but the problem with pre writing the smut sometimes is that Patreon is really an*l (yeah, like that) about the usage of some words and I have to go and find alternatives and sometimes that doesn't work with the sentence as written and I have to redo bits.
Though it does present another opportunity to proof-read some stuff once again.
Anyhow, while I'm sure I have more to say about dark elves as well, nothing comes to mind right now, and rogues are pretty straight forward so I'll leave it at this today with just pure smut, enjoy.
So as the title says if you've bothered to read the entire thing, I've got a couple things to go over.
Now first of all, phew, it's been a while again hasn't it? I know I promised more wips but the problem with that is that I don't really like posting things that aren't done, so I keep putting it off to a state where I feel it's more "complete" and ok to upload, even when it doesn't really make sense because a wip is only a wip because it ISN'T done. But I guess that's my brain for ya.
Anyway I am tentatively optimistic, I've been feeling better and better over the last week, and although things aren't completely fine yet, I've started doing my groceries on my own again and going back to work (to a limited capacity) And things are going great.
I've also freshly gotten new meds for whatever the fuck is wrong with my body that (fingers crossed) will work and I'll be back in action in full soon.
So I guess that's what this is, health update + tentative announcement of a return to action uploading and drawing things.
To talk about that drawing up there, if you've watched Danny Phantom I'm sure you'll recognize her, it's Desiree, the evil genie ghost thingie sort-of-recuring-villain-it's-been-a-while-I-don't-remember-entirely-what-her-deal-was. She had huge tits.
So of course, as per usual for me, I made them bigger. And she's using them on some lucky bloke, being quite smug while pleasuring his sex stick. But with big ol' green titties like that, can we even blame her for being smug about them? This is probably the first rqr (random quick request) I've done in months it feels like and I'm glad to return to it, quick character sketches soon to follow as well.
And I guess I'll post another wip soon-ish too.
And yes she's a ghost and stuff so since I was ill through the halloween bizz see this as a very belated celebration, happy halloween you all I only missed it by 11 days that's not too late right?
SoCarter out.
PS: nearly forgot, that wip from last time? Yeah, it was nearly finished, and then the file got corrupted. The entire thing. Just poof, rendered unusable. I have no idea how that happened. That means it's still coming, it'll just be at a delay, whoopie.
So it's been a while since I've given you an update, as you must have noticed those sneak peeks I promised to try and keep an upload schedule up did not end up coming in a timely enough manner to do so. But here's one now and as I've said before this isn't the only thing I'm working on.
But you all must have read that title and are wanting for some actual updates, to which I have good and bad news, or fantastic and meh news.
Let's start with the meh: I'm still ill, whatever viral infection is messing with me seems intent on doing so for a while longer, and I have no idea how long this is going to last. Though right now I'm feeling better than I have in weeks, so I'm hoping it's a sign I'm recovering. I mean I've only thought of taking a painkiller ONCE today, contrasting the usual several times. Whether I end up taking one or not usually depends on how stubborn I'm feeling that day. And yes I know you can't stubborn yourself back to health and it's no use but... I am pretty stubborn.
To expand a bit on what I'm actually going through, though I will as per usual spare you the details. My legs hurt, a lot, it appears the infection has taken purchase somewhere in my lower spine, where the pain there tends to want to radiate down to my legs and feet, making walking difficult. Unfortunately, since the pain comes and goes in waves, it also occasionally travels up to my neck, shoulders and wrists, where it appears to really want to skip my elbows for some mysterious reason. Add to that the usual pains and ailments that come with being ill (headaches, nausea, fever, etc, etc, common cold type of stuff except without the sneezing and snot), and I hope this somewhat paints a picture to you dear readers as to why updates have been sparse lately.
Now on to the good news, or well, the fantastic news: Finally, after over 3 MONTHS of waiting, has my pc finally been fixed, and as an extra bonus to me that won't matter too much to you guys and gals it didn't even end up being nearly as expensive as I had feared! So once this leg nonsense is over I will finally be fully back in action for once, good god that's been a while. I for one look forward to it, not least of which because I want to go back to being able to walk without looking like some weird gremlin monster awkwardly hobbling along on its misshapen feet.
And so now with the good and bad news out of the way all that's left for me to do now is leave you all with a little preview of something that's to come within the next two weeks, enjoy.
So I'm sure you've noticed I disappeared again for a week, truth is I haven't been feeling too hot these past few weeks. I've mentioned it in passing a couple of times already but didn't want to put focus on it because I was sure it was going to blow over and not be a huge issue.
Turns out it hasn't, I'm on the fourth week of feeling ill and I've since sought out a doctor to find out what is wrong with me. Had some blood tests done and apparently I have some form of viral infection. Now it should clear up by itself eventually. But last year a relative went through something similar and that ended up lasting months, and due to underlying health issues I am immunocompromised, so I really don't know how long this'll last.
The issues have kind of been waxing and waning over the past few weeks, with last week being especially bad. And I am also no longer going to work for the time being. Which I had hoped would clear up some more time to keep up my upload schedule. But as has become evident to everyone, that didn't exactly end up panning out.
If you're worried about me, don't be, I'm doing fine mostly. If you're sick of another delay in my uploads and only given excuses in return, get in line. Because I'm just as annoyed as you are.
This does mean that I will keep up this lowered upload pace for the foreseeable future unfortunately. On the upside I have been able to keep on working on larger projects and commissions behind the scenes. So for the time being I have been debating uploading some WiP's of that stuff to put the minds at ease who feel I may have abandoned them. But we'll see.
To talk a bit about today's upload though we are again revisiting another previously seen property. This time it's Star Trek's turn again, with another staple of the franchise given a spotlight; the ever-present Klingon, renowned for their martial prowess but in the show this mostly ends up being used as a way to show how tough others are. I believe this practice of using established "strong" characters as punching bags to prop others up has since been dubbed "the Worf effect", so named after a particular Klingon individual who received the brunt of this treatment in the series.
As a result of this renowned martial prowess, I made her rather fit looking, with some muscle definition showing through, and for once decided to display the backside, something a rarely do. (for shame)
And with the Klingon we also introduce another staple of scifi series aliens: the wrinkleheads. Somewhat similar to the tentacleheads, these Aliens are basically Humans in every way except for some fancy forehead ornaments.
But with this upload I am also announcing a short little break for our scifi gal sketch series, so I can spend some time building up a backlog of species and sketches again, as I'm beginning to run out. Don't fret though, as it will be replaced with an entirely different series of similar sketches in the meantime.
...Soon the camp was again the centre of another, even larger orgy as the two groups traded partners. The male orcs revealing shafts and manhoods even larger than the farmer's and his sons, who at the sight of that looked even more forward to profiting off the lands that had granted them their unreasonably huge dimensions. While Bernadette and Beth had entirely different ideas in mind about the tasty looking fucktools. Few, if any, could measure up to the prince still though as he was quickly crowded by Orc and Goblin ladies, Sharog and Mugbel among them. The chief introduced herself as Grishakk as she was joined by her underlings, a Hobgoblin naming herself Shaahzge joining the five-some as well, the four ladies of differing stature knelt down and crowded around the prince's manhood, as four deft, skilled tongues began eagerly working the tender shaft that was angrily throbbing with its eagerness to plow itself down the nearest warm, wet hole.
Sophia and the prince, still standing across from the other looked each in each other's eyes while she was approached by several of the largest Orc and Hobgoblin males.
She had never been with anyone besides the prince since they had met, aside from the threesomes with Bernadette and Beth, and they were women, it felt different. She had still chiefly been taken with him in them as well, and she wondered if he'd feel jealous. Though logic told her that if he could bed any woman he met and was currently getting fellated by four beautiful Orc ladies that she too could partake in the pleasures of the flesh with other men, right?
The prince simply nodded at her as two of the braver Orc men reached out to pull her bedding off her body and cup a hefty tit in each their strong hands, focussing down on his own pleasure while he begin to thrust his enormous, rigid length back and forth between the four pairs of soft, luscious lips and warm, wet tongues of his own partners. Who quickly shifted up to press four, increasingly larger busts around his enormous length until the entirety of it was enveloped in soft, green pillowy goodness.
Sophia herself was probably among the bustiest of the gathered women, with only Grishakk and arguably Sharog out sizing her fantastic pair, so she was quite a draw. And she quickly sank to her knees as well to tend to her partners lining themselves up to have a taste of her body. Taking the first foot-and-a-half green member into her mouth, two almost equally huge members poked and prodded her cheeks, she looked both ways as she kept the one in her mouth at bay, though he attempted to eagerly thrust himself down her (by now quite skilled) throat already, and reached up with both hands to wrap her slender hands around either shaft, thick as her arms, and began pumping while she focussed back on the first, looking up into his lustful eyes while swirling her tongue around his large, sensitive tip. She felt other warm poles poke and prod at her thick, muscular thighs, her massive round ass cheeks, and against her jiggling chest as large eager hands caressed and stroked her curvy body while deft fingers swiftly found her tender sex, and to her surprise quickly sank inside, she was quite wet.
The others too were quickly surrounded by, or surrounding, the fresh meat. The large bearded farmer and his sons each humping away at a chosen Orc partners. The youngest in particular was being ridden quite viciously by an impressively large female individual, her large, fat, green buttocks rapidly slamming down on his groin again and again as she pounded the groaning and mewling young lad into the forest floor. His oldest brother had a exceptionally small Goblin girl on her back meanwhile. Short, thick legs raised high in the air, while another, larger hobgoblin sat on her face while she made out with the older young man railing into her diminutive mewling tribe member laying beneath the pair of them. The middle son in contrast to both his siblings had gone back to Bernadette, who laid atop another Orc lady, sliding their slick cunts together as he parked his considerable member between the two of them and pumped away, occasionally his length pleasurably disappearing into either slick hole while a pair of Goblins on their other side were busy demolishing their throats with twin raging footlongs. Their father had gathered around himself a little harem of his own, a cute little goblin girl bouncing away on his lap as he had both his hands up two accompanying Orc women slick, hot coochies moaning down at him as they smothered his head between their two impressive busts.
Beth meanwhile was hoisted up between two particularly huge Orc men, their fat cocks, each nearly as large as the prince's and close to two feet, jammed up both the back and front door as she lay mewling and crying in pleasure against one of their broad chests while the two-footers disappeared up each tight, warm hole in unison, bouncing the small young woman up and down between them while they grabbed her large firm breasts and jiggling butt cheeks.
Soon they all came to their shuddering climaxes, dumping copious amounts of hot white seed into their respective partners while little Beth was dropped to her knees and doused in her two Orcish partners plentiful emissions. And there was barely any pause as they all shuffled around and traded partners again, though the incredibly large Orc lady merely turned around on top of the youngest son, and kept on slamming her fat, shapely ass away on the boy.
The prince was at this point far too preoccupied with his own group of green skinned ladies to notice the world around him, Grishakk now lay on her back underneath him, mashing her fat udders around the base of his tool as they wobbled with every fierce impact of his hips hitting the pair while he thrusted away, his lengthy rod extending over her face and far above her head while the midsection was taken up by the smaller, but still impressive busts of Shaahzge and Sharog, with the tip disappearing between Mugbel's lime green melons as she enthusiastically lapped away at his urethra whenever it poked up out of the impressive cleavage for her size with every powerful pump of his hips. He was the last of the first round of fun to finish, his potent magical spunk exploding out from between Mugbel's soft and pliant tits and splattering around. The diminutive Goblin girl leaned back in surprise, freeing his twitching mast from between her tits, only to receive the second enormous rope of white seed straight in her face. While Mugbel sputtered against the torrent Shaahzge and Sharog both pulled back as well, allowing the prince to pull his mast out from between the valley of their Chief's enormous chest so he could point it at each of them in turn and douse the gathered Orcish beauties in his virility, they wrapping their arms around their increasingly larger busts to prop them up for him and give him a nice target to paint white...
Hey all,
Since apparently this is how we're doing things from now on, I'm going to include a brief little bit of lore alongside this long smut section as well again, concerning the particular type of angelic being uploaded. Terms like Seraphim and Archangel, both in our world and in our smutty fantasy one, are rather loosely defined and sometimes interchangeable. Though if we go by the earlier hebrew 'definition' (for lack of a better word) Seraphim particularly is one of 10 ranks of angel, often quite highly ranked but more often than not below what we modern folk would consider an archangel. Keeping this in mind and also intent on not taking things 1 for 1 from the real world, in our smutty fantasy setting, though often confused for one another still, Seraphim are a very hands-on class of battle angel. Sent forth only in the direst of circumstances when quick action is needed. Of course with the nature of "true" angels kept in mind, the distinction also means very little to the Angels themselves. As a single angelic entity can quite easily be sent forth one day to take up a more guiding role, but then be assigned an entirely different task the next. Which to us mere mortals would look like two entirely different entities. And with how the jump from immaterial to material can be a bit temporally fucky (time as we experience it is a material concept), it is entirely possible for a single angel to appear in multiple places at once.
SoCarter out.
PS: found another no-no word for patreon, grope, or more specifically the word you use when actively performing said task. Because apparently just typing grope itself is fine, it's the -ing part that gets their knickers all twisted up.
Remember how I said earlier in the week how I didn't feel so good after coming back from my parents' place and also something about my wrist and a dog?
Because turns out the "not feeling good" business intended to stick around apparently. I tried to keep it on the down-low through the week because I am sure none of you are waiting to hear me winge and complain, but as a result I didn't get a whole lot of drawing done, not as much as I had wanted to at least. Which is why I had to scramble a bit today to finish up this commission on time.
Now you may have noticed I might just have recycled last commissions' background, which might look lazy. But this was actually planned from the very start as I just happened to get two bikini related commissions in a row and so I decided to tie them together thematically like this. Even though the origin of the two ladies is completely different. One is OC and partially based on a picture, the other is, and that's today's one, based off a character called Cecilia Misono, as she appears in the Hentai Manga titled 'Blue Eyes', authored by Nishimaki Tohru. One I actually happen to be familiar with if you would believe it or not (the entire series, and the author's work as whole, revolves around extremely busty women and the lucky bastards that get to have sex with the beauties, so there mystery solved as to why).
In fact, her entire pose was referenced from a specific panel IN the manga, done in my own style and with some minor tweaks as requested, closed eyes and all. Which left me with a bit of a problem because I wanted to title this "blue eyes at the beach" from the start but that wouldn't really make a lot of sense if she had her eyes closed. And making an entire different version of the same image just with her eyes open for that? Seems a bit silly, so with the background work already done I decided to spend some time making an entire nude version where she has her eyes open. And now everything makes perfect sense.
Yes, the title of this upload is a joke on how I tend to call these sketches "very" or "fairly" p*rny. As one can see, Farscape begins with an 'f' too, which is fairly (heh) close to 'v'.
Explaining my own unfunny jokes is a passion of mine.
To actually talk about the jiggly wobblies I uploaded and the lady they're attached to, as it says in the title, she's from a series called Farscape. A series that, right alongside Stargate, Battlestar Galactica, and Babylon 5 exist forever in my mind as these scifi shows I'm aware of but never bothered to even look into.
But that doesn't mean I can't lewd the ladies anyway.
Could I have picked one of the main ladies to introduce this series by? Maybe. Should I have picked one of the main ladies to introduce this series? Possibly. Did I come across this Ilanic specimen on a random search for more humanoid alien races to lewd and just simply ran with it? Definitely.
Interesting thing about this one is that, while she's got tentacles growing out of her head, the forehead/brow region to be specific. She still does have hair, setting her apart from the tentacleheads. but I think it still counts because I mean, where else would you put her? Sure her nose is weird as well but she's not strange looking enough to be 'just' humanoid, and she's certainly no space-elf either. I suppose I could introduce a new category here but... that seems redundant in this case because of well, look at those tentacles, it's quite obvious where she belongs.
The Ilanic also makes the first species of tentaclehead then who is NOT a monochromatic alien gal, unlike the other three preceding her. Fun.
...Sophia swallowed after hearing the tale, wondering if they were there for revenge then because she had taken their new, comfortable life from them by slaying the dark wizard? But the thought was quickly banished. Because if so how did they know of the prince, and that he was royalty, bother holding him hostage, and why would they lay down their arms?
The Orcs that had attempted to attack her when she burst out of the tent with her sword in hand swallowed nervously in turn as well, as realization sunk in they had attempted to attack an individual who had apparently soloed the wizard and his minions all by herself, a feat the combined might of their two clans could not accomplish.
"How did you find us then? And you still haven't told me how you know off the prince."
Sophia replied, straightening herself to her full height and staring the Orcs down, clutching her bedsheets close to her formidable chest as they loosely draped over her luscious form. And she looked over to her charge, who, in the comfort of the lead Orc lady's even larger cleavage and stimulated by her detailed account of the orgy, had grown to full mast again and was absent-mindedly stroking the two-foot-long pole jutting out of his groin off as he looked back and forth between the two parties while the conversation progressed.
"Ve vollowed his... discharge"
The huge black Orc replied as she looked down at the prince in front of her, her eyes drawn to the enormous tool sticking far out of his groin.
"Ah"
Was all Sophia could say in turn, the amount of his emissions did leave an easy trail to follow behind... especially with the frequency of his expulsions in mind.
The explanation for how they knew of the prince was similarly simple. Apparently the wizard was not pleased with his usual test subjects, they were getting him nowhere, and so he demanded royal blood to be used in his rituals and experiments. And they had simply heard tale of this on their patrols and saw him get escorted into the keep months back.
"So... what do you want from us?"
Sophia asked, tearing her gaze away from the prince's imposing, and quite delicious looking, manhood to look up at the Orc lady, who was having difficulty herself not reaching out and helping him stroke that thick, throbbing, luscious... she shook her head, not wanting to finish the thought, for the moment at least.
"It is knovn ve are not..."
She paused again, looking for the words.
"...givted in the ways of the magiics. But... vhen ve raided the vizard's castle after you slew him and his, ve... vound his research"
She had a peculiar way of saying magic, no doubt a result of her dialect slipping through her otherwise impeccable mastery of the common tongue, Sophia and the others looking on and waiting for her to continue.
"And you muzt understand ve- ve vant to continue living this new life. It is... pleasurable. Ve did not mean to scare you, or attack you"
The tall dark green lady continued, briefly looking over to her three warriors that attacked, who, along with a couple of others, sheepishly averted their gaze.
"Ve merely vish vor your help. You are travelling to the capital of this land to seek aid and vix the prince no? Instead ov returning him immediately to his vamily and kingdom."
Sophia looked down. This was true, the Prince's frequent needs was slowing them down, and she had noticed she, and many others were easily drawn in to copulate with the prince... beyond what would be normally reasonable...
...not that she didn't enjoy it, but if the rescue attempt was to be successful, some haste might do them good.
And so a deal was struck, the band of Orcs had brought with them piles of books and scrolls covered in writing, notes and convoluted magical equations, even stone tablets, amulets, and some earlier concoctions were brought along. To be presented to the local mages guild in hopes that they could figure it out for them. The Orcs themselves were not welcome in the city, and would travel back to their main camp. But as an insurance two of their number, a tall female warrior named Sharog who was particularly taken with her new, sexy body and preferred to wear little of anything to show it off, and the diminutive (and ridiculously thick) Goblin girl Mugbel, who chiefly saw to it the collection of notes, scrolls and books made the journey intact, would come along with the Knight's growing party of travelling compatriots. They would simply camp outside of the city walls, their small number hiding them from the city's prying eyes. The collection of magic research could be loaded on the farmer's cart and smuggled inside.
"What about us?"
The farmer asked, gathering his children around him as they took in the sight of the collection of scantily clad Orc women, unusually beautiful, and felt themselves growing erect once again despite the earlier orgy of their own.
"You are varmer, correct?"
He nodded.
"You could come wiv us, teach us how to till the magiics invused lands, I am sure its boons vould be... grativying. Ve hav been trying ourselves but... ve are nomads by nature, and ve make many mistakes"
"And in return?"
He asked, eagerness in his voice as he and his sons looked over the bodacious amounts of green, soft curves. His one Daughter and Bernadette ogling the savagely handsome burly men. The tall female Orc smirked in reply.
"You get us~"
She said, as the Orc party stepped forward again, this time dropping more than their weapons as she herself finally reached for the Prince's shaft and began tenderly jacking him off with her large hand and strong grip.
"You like my breasts boy?~"
She crooned as the tall green lady looked down at the prince while she worked his manhood, and with her other hand reached for the leather straps keeping her armour in place, and let those enormous green udders of hers free to spill out over his shoulders on either side of his head. He merely nodded in return...
Hey all,
To talk a bit about the lady up there herself because I added a little lore blurb for the Dwarf as well. Jötunn is another one of those terms that applies to a variety of creatures, but is mostly used in reference to giants of some form. It can also be seen getting used to refer to Ogres, Trolls, and even Demons (so long as they are huge). As can be seen from the lady, who is just... a tall lady, we're talking about its more common usage. She's half-giant.
"But SoCarter," I hear you ask "-what is the other half then?"
Well to answer that let me first say that, after showing off a small number of hybrids in previous uploads, I would one of these days like to get a little more in-depth on the topic of inter-racial and inter-species relations. But for the moment let me just say that both Humans and Dwarves can freely interbreed with their giant kin, and that the difference between a half-Giant-half-Human and half-Giant-half-Dwarf hybrid is negligible.
So as I said earlier in the week, I was away this weekend for a birthday. I had initially hoped that, on returning on Sunday, I'd be able to quickly push the third quick sketch out and/or do a random quick request but for some reason yesterday evening (and night) I felt like absolute ass and couldn't get anything done, also since the guest bed was in use at my parents' place I shared the couch with the family dog.
Not really by choice, he just climbed on there while I was asleep.
But it's a rather cramped space and I couldn't turn also that dog is stupid heavy and laying on the covers so I couldn't really move much at all, forcing me to lay in a rather awkward position right on top of my wrist.
That really hurt on waking up.
Still does, but at least today I can use my drawing hand again.
Background details aside as to why this is coming on a Monday, we return to good ol' Warhammer 40K again with another space elf. This busty Eldar gal now represents both our second Warhammer Alien chick entry, and is second in the space elf category.
And unlike the earlier Vulkans from Star Trek, Eldar are magic, like regular fantasy elves, on top of all the usual elf tropes that come with being a space elf.
The Eldar are an ancient race that ruled vast swathes of the galaxy for god-knows-how-long before humans entered the scene. Interestingly, humanity near the end of the Eldar reign was spreading across the galaxy quite far, to the point of being a major power already with technologies and superweapons that would make the "modern" Imperium of Man blush. But for some reason they never really clashed with the Eldar back then. Even though both races were big players and very widespread. In fact tech from that era (which came to be known as the Dark Age of Technology in retrospect) is highly dangerous, and highly, HIGHLY coveted, but also illegal in a lot of cases, especially A.I. A.I. is a term that to us stands for "Artificial Intelligence", but in the grim darkness of the far future it means "Abominable Intelligence" That's because pre Emperor humanity made heavy use of A.I. and in standard scifi fashion, the A.I. eventually rebelled.
This was right alongside the Eldar fall from their own seat of power in the galaxy. As they had grown quite decadent and perverse in their ages of ruling without challenge, and so accidentally orgied so fucking hard they birthed Slaanesh, the fourth chaos god right in the middle of their ehm... business. Slaanesh proceeded to murderrape her way through the entire Eldar pantheon and all the Eldar present, and the result of its violent birth left the warp, humanity's method of interstellar travel and a different dimension, in chaos (heh) and turmoil. This, right alongside their robot rebellion they JUST barely managed to win left the entire human space civilization in shambles, stranded, and unable to make contact with each other. This lead to the age of strive, eventually the God Emperor of Mankind stepped forward and began his crusade to unite humanity again, he made his 2̶0̶ 18 quasi-clones of himself called the primarchs, half of which rebelled, lead by Horus. Another cataclysmic event that tore a barely-recovered-from-the-last-one humanity asunder once again, yada yada yada, and 10K years later what was left of the imperium reformed and then regressed into the current state it is in today. Yay.
And all the while, the Eldar who survived Slaanesh's birth were barely holding on to what little remained of their space empire and kind of looked down on us humans continuously shitting things up for ourselves with the haughty attitude only reserved for those too stuck up their own asses to recognize they aren't any better (and are partially to blame).
