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Latest Posts by lemonsaccharinespice - Page 2
Temptations of Father Basil Part 1 (18+) is out now!
Father Basil knew better than to enter the door to Hell that haunted his village, but when it becomes clear that it's the only way to find his lost friend Sage, then the priest is forced to do the unthinkable.
But instead of arriving in the lands of brimstone and torment he expected, Father Basil finds himself in the Gardens of Malum, a lush flowery estate where demons indulge in their lechery and hedonism. He is soon hunted by strange bloodthirsty demons and, much more to his horror, tempted by the the shadowy smug demon Dandelion, whose desires for Father Basil extend farther than the priest's soul.
This is Part One of The Temptations of Father Basil, an episodic short story series following Father Basil's search for his lost friend, his explorations of the lands of Hell, and his developing relationship with the strange demon Dandelion.
These stories are sexual in nature and should only be read by mature audiences. You can find more detailed contents on the shop page
17k words, 14 illustrations. Comes in PDF and EPUB formats.
Read it here!
sorry i covered your neck in dark hickeys and clamped down hard on your throat like limp prey while i was giving you a handjob. you whimpered a little too soft and i blacked out and believed myself to be a feral dog in possession of an entire rotisserie chicken
Based on this Frankenstein strip I saw on tumblr (under the cut) but I couldn't find where or when it was originally from I also meant to draw this for halloween but LOL - it's a lil late
briefly forgot that porn was a thing and googled "doctor sex" looking for the tf2 meme. big mistake
sorry for giggling so much while you're trying to fuck me i'm just excited
Cannot stop thinking about this one, actually.
I open this program for the first time in two months, and this is the first thing I end up experimenting with.
I open this program for the first time in two months, and this is the first thing I end up experimenting with.
i need to have my ribs cracked open and my heart bitten into and yes it is a sex thing obviously
Want to be laid down and worshipped. Want kisses trailed all over my skin, praise whispered against my lips. Want them to take their time with me, making me melt and fall apart beneath them
MEDIC IS COW
patreon subscribers got to see this first last month! here's a couple of design reference sheets for both RED and BLU. happy valentine's day in advance, fellas :]
PS: you can subscribe to my patreon for only 5 USD/month! i post monthly pin-ups or some spicy pieces that i cannot post on main. hop on over at patreon.com/mikadll
YOUR LOVE IS LIKE B A D MEDICINE
B A D MEDICINE IS WHAT I NEED
Very small underrated moment in Emesis Blue (at least to me) is Fritz taking off his gloves with his teeth when we see him come back for the first time. Genuinely that always flusters me so bad and I don't even know how to pin why.
I almost feel like this is tame for an ask to send here, but every horny thought I have linked to this is currently unable to be formed eloquently. But it must be said that I Need Him.
it makes me fixate on his teeth and generally invokes the visual of him sinking his teeth into...something else makes me so unhinged
oh to be held in someone's lap while they edge me and coo in my ear about how pretty i look when i'm desperate like this
making slow passionate love with your f/o on a cold stormy day, safe inside from the chill and wind with only dull light and the heat of your bodies to warm you. on the ground, only the sound of the pouring rain just beyond the walls and greyed windows as they kiss you fiercely, feel you all over, grind on you into the floor... you can't get enough of each other. you only speed up as you both get ready to cum together, but once just isn't enough. by the time you're done, the storm has passed ♡
Thinking...
Fritz, already feeling a sense of guilt regarding the weight of his cock in his hand, already feeling a small sense of both guilt and want for letting his thoughts drift to me...
Suddenly, when he hears my voice speak his name, there is a surge of panic and shame so powerful it properly jolts something in his chest, which runs down to his cock hard.
If he doesn't cum from the rush of the shock right then and there (oh God, oh God…the fight to stave himself is lost the minute he just barely manages to bite against his palm in an attempt to muffle the loud moan that pours from him, his cock pressed to his stomach as hot ropes of cum paint his chest…)…
...then he just barely manages to stave himself. He has to bring a palm to his mouth to bite back the groan that leaves him, his other hand firmly squeezing the base of his cock, slick with pre-cum he can see leaking from the tip.
No matter what, his breath is heavy; he only barely muffles the gasp that leaves him as his hands shake, heart stuttering. His breath hitches when he hears me knock, the words he wants to speak refusing to leave him. Any brace he could manage stills in the back of his throat when he catches my voice more clearly.
"I--you were calling out for me. Is everything alright?"
I'm thinking about Fritz again and JUST. Small orgasm denial thought. Just this pent up, stressed, craving thing who already feels a weight of both shame and relief just from having his cock in his hand, but then his thoughts wander to me, and he cannot hide the hitch of his breath as his cock jolts, the shame and want growing stronger.
His other hand covers his face as his pace on his cock grows, barely muffling the way he moans at the thought of my voice, of my hands being the ones to touch him…the hand on his face shifts to his mouth as he curls it into a fist, biting his knuckles after a particularly loud groan pours from his lips, but that barely manages to hide the whimpers that pour from him as he's fully pumping himself now, breath heavy as my name leaves him like a prayer--
His hand stops suddenly, stealing the air from his lungs as it firmly squeezes at the base of his cock. A hot sense of shame washes over him, hands shaking as he tries to brace himself to gather what little breath he can. Maybe he just barely manages to gather himself, drags himself to bed even as he can't quite quell the rapid thrum of his heartbeat, closing his eyes and feeling himself sink into a sense of want he's hesitating to fully let himself reach towards as his thoughts return to me.
me when the guilt coincides with the pent-up desire and as the guilt increase, so does the desire and need:
cumming quickly is an important trait to give fictional characters
I woke up at 5 am from a nightmare, made this, then passed out again
