Bryce Calderwood

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Bryce Calderwood Author Biography

Depraved, Violent, Tender-Loving Erotica

Bryce Calderwood’s erotica. stories usually combine paranormal elements with either futanari or BDSM (or both). Bryce likes to explore the boundaries between sex and violence, between pleasure and pain, and between the human and the monstrous.

Every day, Bryce writes smut, drinks insane amounts of black coffee, and grows his beard.

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Erotica, Erotic Romance

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FIRST HOWL

Dire Wolves Shifter MC No.1

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What the fuck am I doing?
It was an absolutely legitimate question, thought Presley Donovan.
No one had ever treated her that way and she wasn’t sure what to feel about it. No, scratch that. She knew exactly how she felt about it: she fucking loved it and wanted more. What she didn’t know was what to think about it. Most guys were intimidated either by her father or, oddly enough, by her.
Well.
She wasn’t exactly easy to handle, as her father and every boyfriend she’d ever had reminded her.
If only he really knew.
The rumble of Liam’s bike against her pussy added a delicious low-key sensuality to the ride. She closed her eyes and clung to him. She wanted to feel every inch of him but she didn’t want to distract him, either. His body had that muscle tone and definition of a person who worked out. Her fingers grazed down his abs and she sighed against him, pressing her chest into his back.
Not that the night time scenery of the Pacific Northwest wasn’t beautiful, but what she wanted to do just then was feel. She closed her eyes and felt the vertiginous sensation of flying through space as Liam’s machine thrummed against her sex. She felt like she was high even though she’d hardly drank anything. The smell of dope was practically ever-present around the HQ but she wasn’t much of a smoker except for during her period. Liam rode on, leaning into the turns for the both of them. She felt like a balloon on a string trailing behind.

 

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THE EROTIC ADVENTURES OF KITTEN AND BIG DADDY MAGIC 1

THE KITTENING

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In repose, her face was a thing of delicate beauty. Her pert mouth bore a set of full but small pink lips that were slightly parted as if to invite a kiss. Cradling her in one arm, he reached up with his other hand to brush away her glossy black hair. Her lashes were long and black, curling slightly. He wondered what color her eyes would be when she opened them.
That’s when it hit him.
Atop the crown of her head were a pair of pointed, triangular cat’s ears, covered with velvety black fur. Downy tufts of hair rested inside each one. Slightly longer hairs graced the very tip of each ear. As he stared, one of the ears flickered. He brushed his fingertip against the long hairs at the tip and it flickered again, making him smile.
Something brushed against his leg and he nearly jumped out of skin. He inadvertently shook the girl in his arms but it didn’t wake her. Holding her to his chest, he bent forward to see what had touched him.
It was a tail. A long tail covered in black fur.

 

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THE EROTIC ADVENTURES OF KITTEN AND BIG DADDY MAGIC 2

FAMILIAR

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“But Daaaaaaaddyyyy, I don’t want to meditate. I want cookies! I want cock!”
Kitten flopped onto her back and stretched across the great bed, arching her back beyond what a normal human could do. Her tail shuddered and she gave a groaning yawn. When that ran its course she spread her legs and pulled up her skirts. The wizard didn’t take long to get proper attire for her after they were thrown into each other’s lives. All she had on her at the time was a blouse. It had fit her perfectly fine when she was still human. After her change it was more like a short dress.
Underneath her skirts, however, she did not wear proper underclothes. In fact she wore no underclothes at all. She needed to be touched too much and they just got in the way—not to mention they also got soaked. Her hand found her mound and its delicate peach fuzz. Ever so gently she graced the pad of her finger down over her clit and down further to press against her lips. She cupped her vulva and gave it a squeeze, making her juice drip down and tickle between her ass cheeks.
She was always wet now, it seemed. As she extended a finger again to touch her clit, she started and squeaked because the wizard slapped away her hand. He grabbed her wrist and hoisted her up so that she kneeled before him on the bed. Even so he towered above her.
“Did I say you could touch yourself, little girl?” His stern face drew closer to hers as he loomed over her. His dark hair fell partly into his face and he stroked his long beard absently as he spoke. Eyes like the dark ocean met her gaze.

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THE EROTIC ADVENTURES OF KITTEN AND BIG DADDY MAGIC 3

PAWS FOR CAKE

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Trimus strode over to where Kitten stood, looking down. She knew she was in trouble, he saw it in her face. Good.
“Aren’t we just full of sass all the sudden,” he said. It was a question and yet not.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Kitten whispered.
“Oh, not yet, you’re not. Bend over and touch your toes.”
She did as commanded, presenting her pale ass to him with her tail swishing about rapidly. He let the anticipation build for a few seconds before the first smack came. She gasped. Another smack, on the other cheek, and she gasped again. Faster and faster the slaps came against her ass, making it bounce and jiggle in a way that made him want to put his cock into her right there. A few more smacks and her cheeks were bright pink and she was properly crying. Two tiny puddles of tears glimmered in the firelight between her feet.
“Stand up,” he ordered, keeping his voice hard. That wasn’t the only hard thing in the room. Thank goodness for long coats. No sooner had she stood then he pulled her to him, her back to him and his hands going around her front. She was so short, he had to stoop down. With one hand he covered her mouth. The other he slipped in behind the crotch panel of her new suit top and found her wetness.
She moaned into his hand and he tightened it a little over her face.
“Hush now, Kitten,” he whispered.

 

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THE EROTIC ADVENTURES OF KITTEN AND BIG DADDY MAGIC 4

THE NECROMANCER

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That night, after another bout of disturbingly rough lovemaking, Trimus—known to his new companion as Daddy—awoke from slumber. He put his hand out to the empty place where Kitten should be and felt cool sheets. There were times when his little one found no rest and took to wandering the manse. Thinking perhaps he ought to fetch her, he sat up in bed. Gooseflesh arose from the chill night air caressing the skin across his back.
He didn’t have far to search, for there was Kitten silhouetted before the dim glow of their bedchamber’s fireplace. The flames had died to embers, like bits of shattered glass reflecting a sunrise. Naked, she stood before the catsuit, which hung upon a a valise. She looked at the suit, but to Trimus it seemed she did so without really seeing it. He took the opportunity to admire the plump, juicy curves of her ass, the way one cheek rose higher than the other when she shifted her weight on her feet. He could be mesmerized by the languid swishing of her tail for countless minutes at a time. Were there more light in the room he could see the marks of his handiwork painted across her skin in a multicolored palette of welts and bruises.

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ENTRALLED

FUTANARI VAMPIRES ONE

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Elbowing her way through the doors of her apartment building had been the hard part. Luckily it was so late (or early, depending on how you wanted to look at it) that no one else was up. No one was about to see her or ask questions. Questions like, “Hey, what are you doing with a blood-soaked futa with strange eyes and fangs who should be totally dead, but isn’t?”

“Just contact lenses, right?” she whispered back to herself as she shuffled around the corners of her apartment. She did not answer herself back in the affirmative. She decided her own bed was the best place to put the girl. The bathroom was closer to her bedroom than the living room. It wasn’t like she had a coffin for her. Although she didn’t know why that thought had crossed her mind.

Come on, Ash, no such thing as vampires.

In placing the girl on her bed, she elbowed out of the way a pile of clothes and they spilled off the edge. The girl’s broken limbs lay askew at sickening angles. Ashlyn couldn’t help making moues of disgust as she arranged them so that they lined up properly. Or at least better. No exposed bone, thank God.

Why aren’t you taking her to a hospital?

The euphoria she’d felt earlier from alcohol and being freshly-fucked by hot futas at F-Club was now utterly burned away.

If no such thing, why are you closing the blinds?

On some level, she simply knew. Or she held out some strange, fearful hope that was strong enough to drive out all reason. She shrugged out of her coat and let it fall to the floor, revealing underneath the slinky clubwear she’d wore out that night. She bent down close to the girl, who watched her with both fear and hope in her eyes.

Those eyes.

In the dim light they seemed to glow a little with their own light but also her pupils reflected light like a cat’s. And who the hell had rose-colored eyes?

“If you are… what I think you are…” Ashlyn said, biting her lip, “well, even if you’re not and I’m just being completely idiotic, you’re still a futanari. And that’s what I’m going to be, someday, so I’m going to help you, if I can. You understand?” The red-haired girl nodded, a slight, gentle nod, her expression now more hope than fear.

“So… take what you need, but… no more, okay? Please?”

She and the girl both just gazed at each other for a moment. Neither of them moved.

I knew it! Nothing. I’m so—

The girl lunged.

She grabbed Ashlyn by the hair and pulled her in close.

Ashlyn felt two stabbing pains in her upper shoulder, above her collar bone, close to her neck but not on her neck. Oh, it hurt! She wailed gently in surprise and pain. At the same time, she felt a surge of heat and a familiar quickening between her legs.

“Oh, God, real…” she said, and then, “Oh! Oh!” as the vampire girl pulled Ashlyn atop her. The girl didn’t let go of Ashlyn’s hair, but she did put her good knee between Ashlyn’s legs and press against her down there, like a lover would. It was an unfathomably strange thing to do, considering her injuries. Equally unfathomable was that Ashlyn responded. Pleasure echoed through her along with the pain of being bitten as she rubbed herself against the girl’s thigh.

“Oh…” she moaned, a little more quietly, this time. She was surprisingly wet. The girl let go her hair and roamed her hand down and up her side, making her suck in a breath as the she cupped a hanging breast. The girl’s tongue lapped at Ashlyn’s blood under the seal of her lips on her shoulder. Her swallows were loud in the silent room, where the only other sound came from the street noises outside.

The girl withdrew her fangs from Ashlyn’s skin, causing her to bleed more now that her fangs weren’t plugging up the holes like corks. The girl eagerly lapped at the blood running from Ashlyn’s upper shoulder, slurping and swallowing. Trickles of it escaped her lips and tongue and ran down Ashlyn’s breast. Ashlyn’s mind clamored that all of this simply was not possible. Not just that the vampire (of course that’s what she was, no denying it, now) was alive. That she was conscious and moving around after what should’ve been fatal injuries, but that she… existed at all.

Where do all the stories come from, then?

The initial pain from being so blatantly bitten faded a little bit and was now intermingling more with the pleasure from grinding against her. Ashlyn focused on the pleasure over the pain, allowed the pain to make the pleasure sweeter.

At some point, Ashlyn climaxed. After her shudders subsided and her moans returned to slight moues and whimpers, she realized that she lost track of time and may have lost enough blood to be worrisome. She had been in a light-headed trance. Was this some kind of vampire trick? But the bite wounds were drying up, her blood coagulating, sealing over the punctures.

“Please, no more. Maybe you should rest,” said Ashlyn. The girl looked at Ashlyn, and Ashlyn saw her lips and chin wet with red. Her own blood. Ashlyn had the insane urge to kiss her, to taste her own blood on the vampire’s lips. The girl nodded her assent.

Just then, the sun came up over the horizon of buildings and water towers. The girl ducked and flinched, shielding herself behind her good arm.

“Too bright?” asked Ashlyn. Smoke rose from an exposed spot of the girl’s skin on her forearm where a bar of sunlight touched it. There was a scratchy hiss and a dense curl of smoke.

“Oh, shit!” said Ashlyn.

But the vampire was already covering herself with Ashlyn’s blankets. She pulled the covers up over her head with a frightened, feral set to her face. Even with the blinds drawn, it was about to get brighter as the sun rose. Of course, today of all days, after a week of overcast skies, it had to be sunny.

The girl needed something more opaque with which to cover up. In Ashlyn’s closet, buried deeply, were a couple of old wool winter blankets she kept around for “just in case.” Well, today was the case, wasn’t it? She dug them up and shook them out and draped one over the girl’s head and shoulders and the second one over her legs and feet.

“They’re hot, sorry, but they’ll block out the light lots better,” said Ashlyn. She lay next to the girl and lifted up the blankets just enough to peep at her face. The girl’s eyes shone out at her from the dark like distant rings of fire.

“Rest, now,” Ashlyn said to her gently, and she saw the twin lights go out as the girl closed her eyes. Ashlyn put the edge of the blanket back down and tucked it in around the girl.

She lay down next to the girl, this vampire futanari, of all things, that fell out of the sky right in front of her, bloodied and beautiful. If she’d failed to understood the girl’s message written across her arm in blood…

No doubt that’s what those people atop the building above had intended for her.

Ashlyn touched her fingertips to her shoulder and looked at her own blood on them.

Nothing will ever be the same, now.

She resisted the temptation to peek under the blankets to make sure the vampire was still there, that this wasn’t all a dream or that the girl hadn’t disappeared in a puff of black smoke. Finally, her own eyelids fluttered closed and she fell asleep. In her dreams, she fell from tall buildings over and over. The only emotion that came through in the dream was worry, because she was trying to get somewhere, but she kept falling.

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ONE GOOD TURN

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Eluding the Jeddah authorities was easy. She leaped up to the top of a stack of cargo containers, and from there, she bounded to the tops of streetlights, utility poles, rooftops, and even a moving semi truck. Being able to move like the heroine (or the villainess, take your pick) in a cheesy marital arts movie was still a very new and thrilling sensation for her. The cops below her were going to have a rough night; after all, there was no extorting the dead.
In her mind’s eye was a map she’d memorized. Between the port city of Jeddah and the holy city of Mecca lay her destination: An ancient town named Hadda lay embedded in the middle of a chaotic mess of roads, paths, quasi-built-up areas and hard, scrubby desert. Hiding within a compound there was a man who lived off of human misery and atrocity on a sickeningly personal level. It was for this man she’d risked traveling across the ocean. She’d spent days shut up in a box like cargo to protect herself from the sun. It was because of this man she was who she was long before becoming futanari or a vampire.
As she leaped from a rooftop onto the back of a delivery truck on its way out of Jeddah, a cold smile spread across her golden features. Dried blood flaked off around her lips and her dark chocolate hair whipped behind her head as the truck sped along the road. With luck she would be there long before the sun rose.

 

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IN THE ARMS OF LOVE

FUTANARI LOVE OCTOGIRL ONE

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The red-haired girl had her hands up as though she were being held at gunpoint. In one of her hands was the key to the restroom.
“Oh, shit, bitch, sorry!” she said.
“Don’t look at me!” cried Jaelyn, turning her own head to the side. Finally the spurts from her cock were dying down.
“God damn, girl, you got a big one,” said the redhead, “Holy Frankendick!”
“No, don’t look!” Jaelyn tried to pull her skirt over her member and rolled over onto her side, away from the other girl, who said the strangest thing.
“Oh…” she said, “You’re one of those.”
Jaelyn was so mortified, so horrendously embarrassed, she thought she was going to die from shame. Hot tears began to flow and her breath began to hitch in her throat. Of course the last thing she wanted was to now also cry in front of a stranger, but she couldn’t help it.
“I guess I don’t have to go that badly,” said the girl, “You left quite a mess in there. Good job.”
Jaelyn couldn’t tell if she was admiring her or being sarcastic, but something told her it was actually both, which meant that dealing with this person was going to prove a challenge, one she didn’t particularly relish.
“Well, look,” said the girl, “I’m not your fucking therapist, okay? But you’re just doing what all futas do, babe, it’s just how we’re made. We get to be the world’s sexual powerhouses and scapegoats all at once. Isn’t that nice?” Whoever she was, this girl knew how to wear sarcasm like it was armor and wield it like it was a weapon.

 

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STRANGE, BEAUTIFUL, AND HOT 

SONG OF THE SIREN

FUTANARI LOVES OCTOGIRL TWO

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Jaelyn snuggled up tightly against Liana’s bosom and sighed deeply. Liana coiled her tentacles about Jaelyn more snugly and rocked her back and forth. Jaelyn’s cock and every hole in her body was raw and sensitive from what Dr. Carerra had just put her through. Conflicting thoughts and emotions flashed randomly through the clouds of Jaelyn’s mind like heat lightning.
Liana trembled, her tentacles quivered around Jaelyn and pulled her in even more tightly. The only time Jaelyn had seen her tentacles quake like that was when she climaxed, but this was something else entirely, something bad. A quiet and strange sob slipped from Liana’s white lips and was borne away on the sea breeze.
Jaelyn looked up to her face to see it screwed up into gnarled grimace. The chromatophores in her skin washed her face with dark patterns and her tentacles turned from dark purple to an ochre-splotched black.
“I know you’re trying to be forgiving and understanding,” said Jaelyn, “but I don’t see how you can be after seeing into me. I’m sorry. I’ll just… I’ll just go.” Knowing Liana could read her thoughts, she couldn’t really hide anything from her. She did what she did to try and preserve their love and had betrayed it anyway in the process. Dr. Carerra, in a jealous rage, had coerced her into directing her own infidelity against Liana. And as much as Jaelyn hated Dr. Carerra, now…
She had enjoyed it. She had felt the echoes of what could have been between her and Ilsa Carerra had she not fallen in love with, of all things, an octogirl. But she did fall in love with an octogirl. And now she had ruined that, too. Each relationship had ruined the other and she was the reason for it.

 

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DEMON’S EMBRACE

FUTANARI APOCALYPSE ONE

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My name is Veronica Hudson, and I’m a demon hunter, although my business card says I’m a private investigator. There aren’t many of us. This is because corporeal demons are rare. Also because rookie demon hunters often don’t survive their first encounter, and those that do either quit immediately or… don’t survive their second encounter. Getting killed by a demon doesn’t leave much of you left to bury. It just might be the most dangerous job in the world, with a near 100% mortality rate on the first day of fieldwork. Which makes it perfect for me, since I’m not fit for anything else. Oh, and I grew up in a family of demon hunters and have trained for it my entire life.
 All in all, I’ve sent sixteen of them screaming back to Hell.
I’m the best there is.
The Hudson & Hudson Investigations agency looked normal enough when you walked in. Letterhead painted smartly on the frosted glass of the door. Just within, Darlene Rivers sat at the reception desk. I don’t think she knows just how beautiful she really is. If you sneaked up quietly and opened the door quickly, you might catch her hand flying up from underneath her desk. She would blush uncontrollably, velvet black curls bouncing, hoping like hell you didn’t see that. She might put a finger to her mouth without thinking and you’d notice it’s glistening wet and she’s sucking on it and oh, God, this is probably where I should tell you I like both women and men. And no, that does not go down smoothly here in the year 1948, let me tell you. But I figure no one’s going to read this until long after I’ve left this earth anyway, so what the hell.

 

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ANGEL’S KISS

FUTANARI APOCALYPSE TWO

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It took me a while to realize I was looking at the ceiling of my own bedroom after I woke up. I didn’t remember coming home, and the light in the room was strange. Had I died, and this was the afterlife? If so, the afterlife was pretty shitty, if all they could do was put you in a replica of your own rundown tenement apartment. They didn’t even get the light right. But if I was dead, why was I in so much pain? Without thinking, just moving as you do when in bed, I moved my leg and it was smashed by an invisible sledgehammer. I cried out, naturally. I went to sit up to see what the hell was up with my leg, and my shoulder exploded.
I screamed.
“Veronica, try not to move,” said a vaguely familiar voice. I lay back down, crying, tears running down my temples and into my copper hair.
“Shhh… Let me help,” said the voice, and I felt kisses on my screaming skin, kisses like when you’re a toddler and Mommy kisses your boo-boos away. Strangely enough, that’s exactly what was happening. Each kiss was as if a hot stone were set down on my flesh, and warmth radiated out from it, and the pain in my shoulder lessened. There were kisses and heat on my leg and the pain diminished there, too.
It still hurt like hell, but it hurt less.
I opened my eyes.
Above me was a wing. Like a swan’s wing, only much, much larger.
And… pink?
The wing, one of a pair, was attached to the back of a woman. The woman had long, straight silver hair. She wore what at first I mistook for underwear, but was actually some kind of armor, except it didn’t seem to cover much of her. It looked like it was made of a silvery metal and panels of a clear crystalline substance. The metal traced intricate designs over the clear crystal panels, obscuring the woman’s modes areas somewhat.
The unusual light in the room emanated from her.There were no other lights on.
“Oh, my God…” I whispered.
“Well, not quite, but closer, at least,” said Eli.

 

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FUTANARI DINO RIDERS OF THE APOCALYPSE

THE MAGPIE, SEASON 1, EPISODE 1

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The moon rose high and hazy, blood red over what remained of Brooklyn. All I wanted was a place to sleep and a bath. Not a shower—a bath. And to get laid. Not necessarily in that order. If I didn’t get laid soon, I was gonna start stroking it as I rode my rex just for the fucking relief. This was not a good idea for two reasons. One, it made me vulnerable. Nothing screams out target like a futanari lost in the throes of masturbatory ecstasy, not paying attention to anything else around her because she’s cumming her brains out. And two, Tyrannosaurs don’t like it when you jizz all over them. Yeah, I know, what a surprise, right?
If they were the smooth-scaled monsters of myth like people used to think, you could just hose her down. But, surprise! Most dinos have feathers. More like quills, really. And they don’t like getting sticky shit in their feathers. I tried using a condom once. It broke like a cum grenade water balloon going off. Kersploosh! Fucking jizz everywhere. Roxanne almost bit my arm off.
They caution you against going for rexes just for the macho factor, because most people—hell, most futanari, even—can’t handle ‘em. If you can’t handle a dog or a horse, it likely won’t be fatal. If you can’t handle a rex, you fucking get eaten. But the best jobs go to the people with the best dinos and that means you go big or you go home.

 

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FUTANARI DINO RIDERS OF THE APOCALYPSE

BATH TIME FUN SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

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I thought of her as mine for now because she owed me after I saved her from a spot of trouble. That’s why we both stood there glazed in each other’s jizz. She owed me a blowjob, but it had kinda sorta turned into a raging, choking facefuck of epic proportions. You know. As they do. We’d just come in from that. I wasn’t done with her, yet, either.
Something glimmered and jingled in the air, tossed from Jada’s hand, and I caught it.
“Those are the keys to your room. Baths are down the hall from it. Don’t be greedy and don’t leave a mess.”
At this she shot us a dirty look from her one visible dark green eye. Her long hair draped over one side of her face to cover the other side.
“What?” I said. When I spoke, a dangling string of cum hanging off the side of my face waggled. Jada slowly arched her brow as she surveyed what a mess we were. I broke into a grin.
“You wanted me, now you got me.”
“Don’t make me regret it, Xenia,” she said, drawing out a lighter from her mahogany cleavage. With it she reignited the blunt dangling from the corner of her luscious lips. “And if I find anything missing again, little one, your name will be all that’s left of you.”

 

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FUTANARI DINO RIDERS OF THE APOCALYPSE

JADA’S BASEMENT SEX SHOW SEASON ONE EPISODE THREE

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Waking up to a hot, wet mouth on your cock is wonderful. Realizing you can’t move because you’re splayed out and cuffed, not so much. I opened my eyes, finally, and saw my wrists secured in padded cuffs attached to a large circular metal frame. The slow-crawl realization you’re drugged out of your gourd, well… I was undecided on that. Part of me resented it, felt the victim. Part of me enjoyed it because, hey: drugs feel good. That’s why people do them. I felt numb and extraordinarily horny, which is really saying something, because I’m already always horny. A slight breeze whispered across my skin, telling me I was naked without me needing to look around. Something tickled my side and I heard a whisper.
“Wow, look at those tits!”
Looking down at myself I saw my own milk leaking out and running down my skin. Not only was I restrained, I was stark naked, and people were staring at me. That made my nipples grow even more hard and erect than they already were. It’s not like I don’t know I’m hot. Not like I have confidence issues. Being wanted and appreciated never gets old, though. The ego never tires of being desired. “Oh, God, they’re squirting! So fucking hot,” came another voice. And it was true. I felt it coming out of me. I heard my cream spatter in little drops somewhere beyond me. It was enough to make me moan. “Worth your six bullets, already, eh, boys?” Jada. “Are you awake, yet, my violent little lovely?” From the direction of her voice, I knew who’s mouth had been on my cock. She stroked it as she spoke.

 

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CORRUPTED CARTOONZ FUTANARI EROTICA

FUTABERRY SLUTCAKE

SEASON ONE FUTABERRY PATCH

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“Oh, my! You need help with that thing?”
The tip of my cock wavered only inches from my cummy lips. I looked up and gasped in a girly-squealy fashion that surprised me but also sounded erotic. Standing in the doorway, a curvaceous woman tilted her blond head to one side. Atop her head sat a bright green cowboy hat set at a jaunty angle. After tilting her hat back even further on her head with a finger, she crossed her arms under her breasts and gave me a mischievous smirk.
“Cumdrop? Cumdrop Applegasm?”
She tilted her head gave her an appraising look.
“Do I know you?”
I had to think fast.
“Don’t you?”
“All I know is I heard sounds coming from this empty house and figured what with the strange goings on around here, I’d best check it out. I didn’t know I’d find a cute little number like you here. I know I’ve never seen you before, and yet somehow you seem familiar. It’s messing with my head somethin’ fierce.”
She wore a red and white gingham top, trimmed in country lace, her breasts threatening to spill out of it. The top tied together between her tits and the loose ends trailed down her tight belly. Cumdrop wasn’t afraid of a little hard work, and it showed in her physique. I created her that way.
“I’m Futaberry,” I said, “Futaberry Slutcake.”
“Well this here’s Futaberry Patch we’re living in, how come I’ve never seen you here until now?”
“It’s a pretty crazy story, one I don’t  want to tell right now.”
Cumdrop pouted and thrust out a hip.
“Well, why not?”
“As you can see, I have other things on my mind.”
I gestured to myself and my achingly hard cock rising up between my breasts. I was still frosted in my own jizz.

 

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