Challenge 35: KINKTOBERFEST!

October 10

9– [ Scissoring | Werewolf ] (FxF)

The night was bitter with the taste of farewell. Ivy and June had fought the inevitable for so long, defied their nature, and torn themselves from the fates that had bound them to others. Together, they had bled and healed, run wild through forests under a hundred moons, and claimed a love that was never theirs to have. But the night, this night, had drawn its final curtain.

The weight of the moon hung heavy above them as they prowled the clearing, their bodies raw from the shift, muscles rippling under their fur, glistening with sweat and moonlight. They were beasts, first and always, shackled to a world that wanted them apart. Their movements were frantic, desperate, driven by the knowledge that this was the end. The air was thick with the scent of musk and wildness, their breathing harsh as they collided again and again, sharp claws digging into each other, marking skin and soul.

It had never been gentle between them. Their love was savage, born of resistance, a violent grasp at what they knew could not last. It was wild, reckless, but it was also everything.

The moment came when they could no longer bear it, when the beast in them was sated, exhausted by the primal fury of their union. Slowly, their bodies changed, fur giving way to flesh, their limbs shrinking and reforming until they were human again. But the need between them did not dissipate. If anything, it grew stronger, more unbearable, as if their love, once savage and free, could only now be expressed in the frail confines of their human form.

June lay on the cool earth, her chest heaving, eyes glassy with tears she refused to shed. Ivy knelt beside her, her long black hair falling in tangles over her shoulders, her hands trembling as they hovered above June’s skin, as if afraid to touch, to break the fragile moment between them. The moonlight bathed their naked bodies in an eerie glow, softening the jagged edges of their grief.

"Ivy," June’s voice was barely a whisper, but it held the weight of everything unsaid, everything that had been sacrificed for this love that was now slipping through their fingers. "Don't let go yet. I want to feel you, all of you."

Ivy’s breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she closed her eyes, as if trying to memorize the sound of June’s voice, the feel of her heartbeat beneath her palm. Then, with deliberate tenderness, she lowered herself down, her lips finding June’s in a kiss that was as much an apology as it was a plea for more time.

Their bodies pressed together, skin on skin, the warmth of their humanity clashing with the cold air around them. Ivy’s hands roamed over June’s body, as if trying to trace the contours of her soul, to map every curve and scar, every place where they had been broken and mended by love and war. June gasped into her mouth, her hands gripping Ivy’s waist, pulling her closer, desperate to lose herself in Ivy one last time.

Ivy kissed a trail down June’s neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin, leaving marks that would fade long before the memory did. June’s body arched beneath her, her legs parting instinctively, inviting Ivy to take what they both needed. The heat between them was undeniable, a pulse of life that defied the ending they knew was coming.

Ivy’s fingers trailed down June’s hips, tracing the outline of her thighs, before guiding June’s legs to wrap around her waist. The movement was slow, deliberate, as if time itself had slowed to allow them these final moments. Their bodies aligned, and Ivy pressed her core against June’s, the slickness of their desire mingling, a soft gasp escaping both of them as they began to move together.

The rhythm they found was intimate, almost hesitant at first, as if the weight of what they were losing threatened to break them. But as the friction grew, so did their need, and soon their movements became more urgent, more frantic. Ivy’s hands gripped June’s thighs, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she rocked against her, their bodies meeting with a force that was both tender and raw.

June moaned softly, her head falling back against the earth, her hands reaching up to tangle in Ivy’s hair, pulling her down for another kiss. Their lips crashed together, messy and desperate, tongues clashing as their hips moved in sync, the intensity of their movements increasing with every second. Ivy could feel the pressure building between them, the heat spreading through her body like wildfire.

The connection between them was electric, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through their bodies, but it was more than that. It was a farewell, a final act of love between two women who had fought the world for each other, and now had nothing left but this moment.

June’s breath hitched, her legs tightening around Ivy as she felt herself nearing the edge. “Don’t stop...” she gasped, her voice raw with emotion, her body trembling beneath Ivy’s as they moved together, faster now, more desperate. Ivy’s grip tightened, her body pressing harder against June’s, their movements growing frenzied as they chased the inevitable release.

And then, it happened. The world seemed to shatter around them as they came together, their cries mingling with the night air, their bodies trembling in the aftermath of their shared ecstasy. But even as the pleasure washed over them, it was tinged with the bitter taste of loss. This was the end, and they both knew it.

They laid there, their bodies still entwined, Ivy pressed her forehead against June’s, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. “I love you...” she whispered, the words falling from her lips like a confession, raw and unfiltered.

June’s eyes fluttered open, and she reached up to cup Ivy’s face in her hands, her thumb brushing away the tears that had begun to fall. “I know.” she whispered back, her voice trembling with the weight of everything they had fought for, everything they were about to lose.

October 10

Day 9 - Werewolf

Today was almost the day I used the kink list at last...then I changed my mind.

It was a tale like any other. A local village faces a sudden case of their livestock going missing, they call in the local guild to find the source and the people sent in never return from their investigation. Faced with such an issue, the local mayor had to get in contact with a less than reputable type to get someone else to handle the job. That was how Damien found himself walking through the woods, looking for whatever had been stealing the livestock and likely killed the adventurers. The black haired man walked along in silence, keeping a close watch on the area around him. With his sharper sense of smell, he could trace the distant scent of blood in the air. He had been following the smell for a good several minutes but had not found anything yet. He soon stopped at a clearing, finding a number of animal bones tossed together in a pile. Splatters of dried blood also littered the ground and trees nearby.

Before Damien could assess the situation further, his hand reached for the hilt of his broadsword when he heard movement coming from nearby along with the strong smell of blood. He unsheathed his sword and put up his guard just as a creature leaped down from a tree and tried to swipe at him, the creature's claws meeting his blade. In front of him was a werewolf, but in the short time Damien got a look at it before it jumped back, he noticed the tattered clothes the creature was wearing matched the description of one of the missing adventurers.

'So that's it, then. A lycantrophy infestation. Those are pretty rare these days,' Damien thought to himself as the werewolf jumped back. When the werewolf lunged at Damien again, it found itself only slashing at air. Moments later, a blade had found itself thrust into the monster's back. Damien stood behind the creature, pale gray sparks of electricity running up and down his body as he withdrew the weapon. He drew the gun he had in it's holster and fired a shot at the fallen werewolf's head. Upon contact, the creature's body burst into flames.

"Only way to kill the infestation at it's final stage is to destroy the body. At least that way, if any of those humans come wandering around, there won't be more of these things running around," Damien said to himself. He turned towards a sudden rustling behind him only to find several more werewolves, all dressed in tattered clothes coming out of the woods. The man flashed a smile, watching the werewolves as they circled around him.

"And now they've all decided to come to me. I thought this would be a boring job, but this should be a lot more interesting," he said. From there, the battle against the pack of werewolves began.

October 11

Another double feature because I spent nearly 3 hours playing Chapter 1 of Genealogy of the Holy War at nearly 9 AM yesterday. Somehow, I've managed to get 11 days in so far. I'm surprised I haven't slacked off yet, to be honest, but I feel that time will soon come when I have literally no ideas and will have to skip a day. Also yes, I am still avoiding the kink list. Maybe one day, but likely not any time soon to prevent supermassive levels of cringe writing that'll make people's eyes bleed.

Day 10 - Vampire

"He's late. If he was going to stay late for overtime, he could've at least called," a woman said to herself while she sat on the couch, watching her favorite nighttime soap opera. She had been hoping for her husband to return from work so they could eat dinner together, but he had not returned yet. As she sat and watched her show, there was a sudden knock at the door. The woman turned her gaze towards the door and stood from her seat, making her way towards the door. She looked out the small window on the door, but nobody was in front of the door. Instead, she spotted a person standing on the opposite side of the road. They were looking down at the ground, but the woman could make out the brown trench coat they were wearing.

"That's a bit weird. Don't they know it's dangerous around here at night?" the woman asked herself. For the past several weeks, she had been hearing from people at work and on the local news that people have been dying. The only real connection she knew of was that every victim was drained of their blood. While the woman was thinking of the stories, she looked back out the window to see the stranger had moved a bit and was now standing in the middle of the road. Deciding not to worry about some stranger, she returned to the couch to watch her show. Before she could sit down, there was a knock at the door again. The woman let out a sigh and walked towards the door again, but when she looked out the window again, the stranger was off the road and standing on the sidewalk in front of her house.

"Is this man playing a prank or something?" she questioned. She unlocked the door and slowly opened it up, but saw no signs of the stranger moving. With a shrug, she closed the door and headed back to the couch. It only took about a minute for her to hear another knock at the door, but this time, it had come from the back door. The woman groaned and stood up again, making her way out of the living room and to the kitchen, where the door leading to the backyard was. She looked out the window, but saw no signs of anyone outside. Before she could turn around and head back to the living room, she felt a cold hand suddenly grab her shoulder. The smell of blood and smoke hit her nose, but she was too stunned to turn around and look behind her. A tall man with black hair stood behind her, wearing a long brown trench coat. His eyes glowed a sinister red and when he smiled, he had sharp fangs.

"Thanks for the meal," the man simply said. He opened his mouth wide and moved quickly for the woman's neck. She hardly had time to scream before the man, a vampire, drank his fill of the innocent woman's blood. In reality, he had been the one going around and drinking the blood of people in town the past several weeks, and the woman he drank from just happened to be his latest victim.

Day 11 - Zombie Horde

Standing alone in a cemetery, a woman in a long, crimson red dress stood in front of a number of corpses taken from their graves. She had gathered enough bodies to make a small horde, just enough to sack the small village she had been ordered to attack. One of her allies had not returned from his mission to find an ancient artifact in the area, leaving her to pick up the slack. She took a deep breath as she drew her signature weapon, a long knife with runic markings etched into the blade. She moved the blade like a conductor's baton, channeling the dark magic taught to her to raise the corpses into mindless zombie soldiers. One by one, each of the bodies were affected by the dark magic Sara unleashed. Even as she worked, however, her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't stop thinking about the chaos she had created and the people who had killed their own loved ones thanks to her contaminating a town's water supply with a blood magic curse.

'Killing them was deserved. It's because of them I embarked on this path,' Sara thought to herself. She lowered her arm once her horde of zombies was complete. A few of them groaned, but were otherwise quiet. Sara took another breath and the red ring on her finger began to glow. In her hand, a butterfly mask appeared in her hand, which she quickly put on, covering the top part of her face.

"All of you, it is time to fulfill Lord Phantasma's orders. We will go and obliterate the nearby village in his name. You will all have plenty of humans to eat," she said to the horde. She turned and began walking forward, slowly being followed by the zombies as they marched towards the village. What Sara didn't know at the time was that a certain someone from her not so recent past as a merchant was already there, and fate would cause their paths to clash one final time.

October 11

10– [Hate Fucking | Vampire] (MxF)

Nyx’s breath came in ragged bursts, her chest heaving as she crouched over him, her blade glistening with his blood. She had him—finally, she had him. Luke lay beneath her, sprawled, broken but not dead. His black eyes stared up at her with that maddening mix of fury and amusement. Always amusement, even now, even as he bled out at her feet, even as her blade hovered close to his heart. He was still mocking her, still challenging her to finish it.

Her thighs pressed into his hips, pinning him to the cold stone floor, every muscle in her body taut with the strain of control. The room around them was stifling, the air thick with the scent of blood and sweat, the aftermath of their brutal struggle. She should end it now, thrust the blade into his chest, let it be over. But she couldn’t. Her hand trembled at the hilt. She just needed one more second, one more breath.

Luke groaned, the sound thick and guttural, and Nyx’s eyes flicked down to him, to the wound she had inflicted deep, but not deep enough. He was still alive. Exceedingly alive. His body shifted beneath hers, and in that moment, the tension snapped.

With an almost primal snarl, he lunged upward, hands locking around her waist, pulling her into him. The movement stirred a heat that spiraled through her, an intensity that seemed absurdly misplaced in the context of their anger. The air between them crackled with hatred, yes, but beneath that, in the shadows of their fury, there lurked a darker force, one far more insidious. It was not merely hate that tethered them, it was a force born of desperation and desire, of wanting what should never be wanted.

She felt the shift in his body as he leaned forward, his lips brushing against her neck. His breath was cold, a sharp contrast to the fire coursing through her veins. “You should have killed me.” he rasped, his voice raw with pain and hunger.

“Shut up!” she hissed, pressing the blade harder against his chest, but her body betrayed her. She could feel the hardness of him beneath her, the slow, agonizing throb of his need pressing into her core. She hated him for it, hated him for making her feel this, for making her body react when all she wanted was to destroy him.

Luke’s grip tightened on her waist, his fingers digging into her skin, dragging her down against him. He was still smiling, that cruel, knowing smile. “You can’t do it, can you?” he whispered, his lips skimming her throat, sending a jolt of unwanted pleasure through her. “You’re as weak as I always knew you were.”

Her fist struck his jaw with a sharp crack, the sound cutting through the stillness. He didn’t flinch. Instead, a low laugh rumbled from within him, a dark and unsettling sound. His gaze locked on hers, filled with an untamed intensity that sent a rush of heat through her veins.
“You think you have control, Nyx,” he growled, his voice a low rasp, “but we both know who’s really in control here.”

Before she could react, he shifted with swiftness that caught her off guard, turning her over, pressing her underneath him with a force that left her breathless. The knife slipped from her grasp, falling away, its metallic clatter a distant echo in the thick air. Her pulse quickened, the sound of her heartbeat thudding in her ears.

He straddled her, his hips pressing into hers, his hands bracketing her wrists above her head. She struggled, but it was futile. He was stronger, always stronger. And she hated him for it.

His lips hovered just above hers, teasing, taunting. “You feel it, don’t you?” he murmured, his breath mingling with hers. “The way we destroy each other, the way we burn.”

Nyx’s chest heaved as she glared up at him, her breath coming in ragged bursts. “I’ll kill you!” she spat, her voice thick with rage. But even as she said the words, her body betrayed her, arching up into his, craving the very thing she loathed.

Luke’s gaze darkened, his eyes drifting over her face, her neck, her body pinned beneath his. “You will,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “But not before I take what’s mine.”

His mouth crashed against hers, brutal and hungry, a battle of lips and teeth and tongues. There was no tenderness in it, no softness. It was pure, unadulterated violence, a reflection of the hatred that had consumed them for so long.

Nyx bit down on his lip, drawing blood, and he groaned into her mouth, his hips grinding harder against hers. His hands slid down her sides, rough and possessive, tearing at the fabric of her clothes with the same violence that fueled every one of their encounters.

Her own hands found his hair, yanking hard, pulling him closer even as she hated herself for it. She could feel the hardness of him pressed against her, feel the heat radiating from his body and it made her burn.

He moved his mouth to her neck, biting down, his fangs grazing her skin, but he didn’t bite yet. It was a threat, a promise of what was to come, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

“Tell me you hate me,” he growled against her skin, his hands sliding down to her thighs, pulling them apart as he settled between her legs.

“I hate you” she hissed, her voice thick with need, her hands clawing at his back, dragging him closer.

“Good,” he whispered, his mouth brushing against her ear. “Then this won’t hurt.”

With a single, brutal thrust, he was inside her, and the world shattered around them. There was no grace in the way they moved together, no rhythm, only the animalistic need to destroy, to consume.

Nyx’s nails raked down his back, drawing blood, and he groaned, his teeth sinking into her neck just as he had promised. The pain was sharp, but it mingled with the pleasure in a way that made her head spin, made her gasp for breath.

His hips collided with hers, each thrust carrying a bitter force, an expression of the animosity that smoldered between them. But beneath that surface, a deeper undercurrent stirred, unnamed, elusive. It was in the way their bodies met, entwined, almost desperate to obliterate the boundaries that defined them; love and hate, creation and destruction. It was not passion, nor tenderness, but a need that blurred the lines they had once held sacred, as if in this violent rhythm they sought to annihilate the very distance between them, to merge into one indistinguishable existence.

It was agony, it was ecstasy, and it was everything they had been denying themselves for so long.

Luke’s grip on her tightened, his body trembling with the force of his lust, his fangs still buried in her neck as he drank. But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

Nyx’s body bucked beneath his, pain and pleasure woven so tightly together that she could no longer tell the difference. His fangs were deep in her neck, drawing her blood in sharp pulls, the sensation sending waves of electric fire through her veins. She hated him for that bite, for the way it claimed her in a way no one ever had. But she couldn’t stop herself from tilting her head, exposing more of her neck to him, giving him more of what he demanded.

Luke’s growl vibrated against her throat, low and dark, the sound of a predator savoring his prey. But even in the midst of his control, his dominance, Nyx felt his hunger waver. She wasn’t just his victim. She was his equal in this destruction.

The sharp bite of his fangs became an anchor pulling her deeper into this twisted, maddening connection. His mouth left her neck, blood staining his lips, his breath ragged as he hovered above her. His eyes, black with desire and fury, bored into hers, a silent demand that she meet him here, in this place of mutual annihilation.

“You’re mine” he growled, his voice raw, barely human. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place as he thrust into her, deeper this time, as though trying to claim something more than just her body.

Nyx’s head lolled back against the stone floor, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “I’m no one’s!” she spat, though the words felt empty, even to her. She could feel it, his possession of her, her submission to him, and it burned her from the inside out.

He laughed then, a sound that was bitter and full of triumph. “Liar.”

His lips crashed against hers, hungry and brutal, his mouth tasting of blood—her blood, his blood. They devoured each other, lips and teeth clashing, each kiss a battle, each gasp for breath a silent scream. She hated him with every fiber of her being, and yet, she wanted him even deeper, closer, until there was nothing left of her but the pulse of their bodies colliding.

Luke’s hands roamed her body, rough and possessive, claiming every inch of her with a bruising passion. His fingers dug into her skin, pulling her, deeper into the heat that burned between them. Her body responded in kind, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him in, demanding more.

Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, a violent, aching pleasure that scraped against her soul, leaving her exposed. She moaned against his lips, the sound guttural, filled with the need she could no longer deny. She wanted him, needed him just as much as he needed her, and that realization ripped through her like a blade.

They moved together, faster, their bodies a blur of motion and violence, each of them trying to outlast the other, to claim the final victory in this war of flesh and blood. His name escaped her lips in a breathless whisper, unbidden, and she hated herself for it.

Luke’s pace quickened, his grip on her tightening as he drove wilder, harder. His eyes never left hers, that familiar, infuriating smirk twisting his lips as though he knew exactly what she was thinking. He was in control, even now, even when she had him wounded and at her mercy.

But it wasn’t mercy that he needed. It was her.

Luke’s hand slid up her thigh, his grip bruising as he pulled her leg higher, angling her body to take him further. His mouth was on her throat, breathing her in, tasting the salt of her sweat and the copper tang of her blood.

“Admit it,” he whispered against her skin, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “You want this. You need this.”

Nyx’s breath hitched, her heart pounding, but she couldn’t speak. She couldn’t give him that satisfaction. But her body told him everything she refused to say. It moved with his, matched his pace, demanded more, demanded everything.

She felt the tension building, the verge of release creeping closer, and still, she fought it. She couldn’t let him win, couldn’t let him have this final victory. But Luke knew her better than she knew herself, and he pushed her to the brink with every bruising thrust, with every breathless moan that escaped his lips.

“Say it,” he growled, his hand tangling in her hair, pulling her head back to meet his gaze. “Say you need me.”

“I hate you,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.

Luke’s lips curled into a savage smile, his grip on her hair tightening as he thrust into her one final time, sending her spiraling over the edge into a release that tore through her like a storm. She screamed, the sound broken, and Luke followed her into the abyss, his body tensing, his breath hot against her skin.

For a moment, they were both silent, their bodies locked together in the aftermath of their destruction. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing, the heavy thud of their hearts still racing in tandem.

Luke’s hand loosened in her hair, his touch softening as the violence ebbed away, leaving only the aching truth of what they had done. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the quiet.

“I hate you too” he whispered, his voice low, kissing her lips full.

October 12

Day 11 - Labyrinth

The continuation of the Geraldo plotline at last. I intended to finish this sooner...then I started playing Trails through Daybreak and time just flew by. Now it's 12:30 PM at the time I'm finishing this. I started at around 5 AM after doing my gacha dailies.

Geraldo's lust for more power had begun to grow in the past several weeks since his battle with Mark. In hopes of totally crushing the feelings that had welled up in him, he had hoped getting more strength to destroy his enemies would help him forget. As if it read his mind, the Book of Shadows opened up on it's own to a new page, revealing the location of another dark artifact, the Shadow Staff. Like the Book of Shadows had been originally, the Shadow Staff had also been sealed away in an abandoned and incredibly dangerous place, an underground labyrinth. The man gathered his equipment for the first time in a long time and set off for the labyrinth.

The underground labyrinth that hid the Shadow Staff had been a problem for Geraldo to navigate. Thanks to the low ceiling, he couldn't just fly his way past the massive stone walls, and he found himself unable to either use magic to phase through the walls or use his shadow creature to slip through them. He was left with no option but to navigate the labyrinth manually.

'Even with the power I have now, I can't get past this. What's the use in power if I can't use it to overcome all my obstacles?' Geraldo thought to himself as he walked down the long corridor and into the labyrinth. During his trip, he was met with monsters far stronger than anything he's seen before. With a combination of his dark magic and the sword he had taken during his confrontation with Mark, he fought his way through the mazelike corridors. Finally, he reached the center of the labyrinth where he found what he was looking for. Sitting in the exact center of the labyrinth was a wooden pedestal, where a sinister looking jet black staff sat. A faint black fog slowly poured out of the staff's tip onto the ground, covering the area around it. Just as Geraldo was about to move forward to retrieve the weapon, a woman's voice called out to him.

"So it really was you after all, Geraldo," the woman said. When Geraldo turned around, he was met by a blonde haired woman clad in bright silver armor. Neither side said anything for several moments until Geraldo finally broke the silence.

"Anna. How long has it been?"

"About a year since Master Lee's passing. None of us ever saw you again after the funeral. Some of us thought you even died, but here you are with that awful tome," Anna replied.

"Why am I not surprised you thought I had died?"

"I didn't think that. It was some of the-"

"Don't lie to me!" Geraldo shouted back, cutting Anna off before she could explain. The building darkness in him led to him remembering some of his less than fond memories of his time with the other apprentices. Geraldo himself had been nothing special compared to the more exceptional apprentices like Mark's swordplay or Anna's magical potential. From what he heard, even the weakest of the apprentices had great potential, something Geraldo lacked and had no chance of catching up if the young apprentice had gotten more proper training. It had been around that time that Master Lee's condition had begun to take a turn for the worse.

"I know you had only spent that time with me out of pity. Your real feelings were for someone on your level, like Mark. Everything else was nothing but pity for a weakling," Geraldo said, clenching his fists. Anna slowly looked away from him, unable to deny his accusation. While she did end up developing feelings for Mark and used Geraldo as a backup plan, she had learned that the feelings were not mutual. While she felt guilty about using Geraldo, there was another matter entirely that she had to address.

"You're right. I may have used you because Mark wouldn't look my way, but that's no excuse to allow yourself to sink into darkness like this. Remember what master taught us?" Anna said, but Geraldo could only laugh.

"That weak old man? He was beaten by a simple disease. Why should I care about that man's teachings anymore?" Geraldo questioned.

"Geraldo!"

"And as for you. Did you come here to seal away the Shadow Staff or did you come to stop me?" he continued. After a short pause, Anna unsheathed her blade.

"I came to avenge Beth and Mark, and save you before you sink too far into the darkness. It's not too late to turn back and drop the Book of Shadows, Geraldo," Anna replied.

"I refuse. I won't go back to being weak. Ever since I got this tome, I have grown much stronger. The old me would've died before ever reaching this place, and if you want to avenge those two fools..." Geraldo began as a dark aura began to flow out of the Book of Shadows. "You'll have to try hard to beat me."

And so, in the depths of the underground labyrinth, a showdown between two former apprentices began. The clash of dark and light could be seen from just about anywhere in the labyrinth, attracting the attention of monsters lurking within it's depths.

October 14

Since I got lazy yesterday. I'll likely do Day 14 after I get home tonight, but...I honestly got nothing for Day 15 (press F for "give it up for Day 15 memes).

Day 13 - Exorcism

When Geraldo finally came to, he found himself laying on a long wooden table, his wrists and ankles chained to said table. No matter how much power he tried to draw out of himself, he couldn't muster even a bit of magical energy.

"That's right. Back at the labyrinth, I..." he said to himself. He recalled the climax of his battle with Anna at the underground labyrinth. He had managed to get his hands on the Shadow Staff and turned the battle to his advantage. With even more dark power spreading through his body, he managed to get Anna on the ropes, but before he could land the finishing blow, she had used a special technique, likely one taught to her by Master Lee himself, and everything had been consumed by a bright light. As he struggled to think of a way of escaping, a door in the simple stone room opened up and Anna stepped in, making her way over to the single chair next to the table Geraldo had been tied down to.

"So you've woken up," Anna simply said. When Geraldo refused to answer her, she took a seat. "We've properly sealed away both the Book of Shadows and the Shadow Staff. Those items won't be able to infect people with their horrendous power anymore. You, however, have been with that book for some time, so we will need to purge that darkness from your body," she continued, looking back at the door, then to Geraldo. She didn't speak for several moments, as if something was on her mind. Finally, she decided to ask a question that had been on her mind.

"Beth and Mark...what did you do to their bodies? We couldn't find anything when we investigated where they last were seen," Anna asked. While Geraldo refused to answer, Anna had an idea about where they could've ended up. "You gave them to that shadow monster you tried to sneak attack me with, didn't you? Shadow creatures can mimic voices of people they've consumed or their current master. You tried to throw me off guard with Mark's voice." Anna said.

"If you had fallen for the bait, killing you would've been easy. Knowing what I know now, that you joined those disgusting knights, I would've come after you first instead of Mark," Geraldo finally said. Anna's hands tightened into fists as she listened to Geraldo.

"Master Lee would've wanted us to continue his legacy and do good for this world. That's why I brought you here instead of just killing you. I want to believe the old Geraldo is still in there somewhere, and if we exorcise the darkness in you, maybe he'll come back. It won't undo the things you did to Beth and Mark, but you can begin atoning for your crimes," Anna replied, but Geraldo could only laugh at the thought.

"Do you honestly believe such a plan is possible? You're a fool, Anna. Being with those knights really has had an effect on your mind," Geraldo said. Anna didn't respond, instead standing from her seat when she heard approaching footsteps. A man dressed in the vestments of a priest along with three other people entered the room.

"Father Marco, thank you for taking the time to do this," Anna said, turning and bowing to the man leading the group. Father Marco turned his gaze towards Geraldo and frowned.

"Such vile darkness. We must work quickly to expel it. Gather around, everyone. We must begin the ritual at once," Father Marco said. From there, the group quickly prepared for the ritual to exorcise the dark power that had built up in Geraldo. When the ritual was ready, Father Marco stood over Geraldo and began chanting the spell needed for the ritual. Slowly, the dark power that had latched onto Geraldo's heart and soul due to contact with the Book of Shadows had begun to be expelled from the man's body, something else happened. Partway through the ritual, as Geraldo struggled, an incredibly powerful dark energy had begun to build up, even though his magic should've been sealed. Even as Father Marco and the others worked to exorcise the dark power out of Geraldo, the power inside him only grew more and more until it unleashed, blasting away Father Marco and the other people who had gone with him.

When Anna finally came to, she found Geraldo standing in the center of the room. The table he had been strapped to had broken and the five people who had entered the room were all dead. When she got a look at Geraldo, her eyes widened when she saw that Geraldo's eyes had changed. Much like the dark beings of old, Geraldo's eyes had turned red and an even greater dark power radiated off of him than back in the labyrinth. Geraldo slowly turned towards Anna and started moving towards her. The woman tried to draw her sword, but before she could, Geraldo was already in front of her. A hand reached out and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her up with impressive strength that Geraldo himself shouldn't have had in him anymore.

"T-that's impossible..." Anna said, but Geraldo didn't react the same way he would've normally.

"The stupid human thought he could expel all the power, but he was too slow. I have already gained a hold on this human's heart and soul," Geraldo said.

"The Shadow Staff."

"Yes, that staff contained me for quite some time, but ever since this human came into contact with it, I am now free again. And now, as for you, human, you will tell me exactly where you sealed away my staff," Geraldo replied.

From there, the dark spirit taking control of Geraldo's body took it's time to extract the information out of Anna before eliminating her and proceeding to hunt down the sealed away dark artifacts.

October 16

As promised, it is time for Day 14. I got no ideas for Day 15, so I'm going to be skipping it while I mourn my streak. It was a good run. To think me, a total slacker, would make 14 writing entries semi consistently when I can't even get RP replies out consistently ever.

And yet again, I did intend to use the kink list...but I changed my mind.

Day 14 - Coffin

It had been several months since the team had begun their dig in the old ruins. From what stories said, an ancient civilization once lived in the area until they were destroyed in a massive calamity. Nobody knew what sort of calamity destroyed the civilization, and that was what the team was hoping to figure out. One week ago, the team had managed to get deeper into the old ruins and found a massive stone chamber, where a single stone coffin sat in the room's center, covered in pieces of paper as if meant to keep something contained. With some help from the hired muscle the team had in case of monster attacks, they managed to get the coffin out of the room to study it.

In the time since they had brought the coffin in, the team spent time looking it over, trying to figure out what was in it or why it was sealed away so far in the ruins. The most they knew was that the slips of paper placed all over the coffin was meant to keep something contained. When they tried to open the coffin without pulling the slips off, they found themselves unable to open it. Only after pulling off all of the slips did the coffin's lid finally open. As the lid slowly slid off, a black mist began to pour out of the opening coffin into the room.

Before long, every person in the room was killed, attacked by the vampire who had been sealed away in the coffin. To many in the modern day, this vampire would be known as the first ancient vampire, one who has lived for an incredibly long time.

October 17

After 17 days (even though I'm going to do my Day 16 and 17 entries in the same post), it is time to break my taboo...and use the kink list. Gasp if you wish, and get your eye bleach in advance.

Day 16 - Uniforms

"Senpai..."

It was supposed to be just an ordinary study session after school, but when he thought back, Louis should've known right away it would be a bad idea to study at Alyssa's house. Louis was only about 6 months older than Alyssa, and the two of them grew up together. Ever since they had gotten old enough to start attending school, Alyssa had taken to calling Louis "Senpai" instead of his actual name, since he was one year ahead of her. As the two got older, Alyssa had gotten much clingier towards Louis, and by the time she entered her second year of high school, she had been constantly teasing him and trying to get him to sleep with her. He had thought just giving her what she wanted once would satisfy her, but it instead had the opposite effect. Now she constantly tried to find ways to tempt him into having sex with her, or even throwing herself at him.

That was how Louis ended up in the situation he found himself in. They were in Alyssa's room, where they were supposed to be studying, but it wasn't long before Alyssa was on Louis; lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. Hidden underneath her skirt, his cock was already inside her. Alyssa let out a light moan as she started slowly moving.

"Senpai... Your dick feels so good," Alyssa quietly said, pressing herself up against Louis.

"We're supposed to be studying, you know," Louis said, but Alyssa only buried her head in her friend's shoulder.

"But that's boring. We can study anytime," she replied. Louis let out a sigh, knowing how much Alyssa hated studying. While she was about average as a student, her parents sometimes worried about her grades because of how she was in middle school. He didn't know how or why she decided to be more serious about school, but he figured her sudden pursuit of him had something to do with it.

"If I give you what you want, will you actually study?" Louis asked. Alyssa quickly moved her face away from her friend's shoulder and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Do you mean it?" Alyssa asked.

"Yeah, I guess, if it'll get you to study," Louis answered. Alyssa smiled and slowly leaned close to Louis' ear.

"Then I want Senpai to fuck me."

From there, the two had moved to Alyssa's bed, where Louis took her as she wanted him to. When they had finally gotten back to studying, Alyssa had not bothered to put her shirt back on and wore only her skirt. Even though she was still bored during their study session, she tried to tease Louis with her breasts.

"Focus on your studies!" Louis shouted, but Alyssa simply tilted her head.

"Maybe I could study more if Senpai held me close to him," Alyssa said with a smile.

"Fine, but no funny business. I came over to study, not to satisfy your lust," Louis answered. Alyssa's smile widened and she gathered her things and dashed over to the other side of the table they were studying at, taking a seat in her friend's lap. She leaned back against him, giving Louis a good view of her body. For a while, the two continued their studying until Alyssa eventually wanted to have sex again.

Day 17 - Forest

The Crimson Night, a phenomenon that only took place every few years, had finally come. The villagers were fighting the best they could against the beings of chaos who threatened their lives, and with the help of the soldiers living in the village, the mostly noncombatant villagers managed to hold their own. It was only when several of the village's kids were grabbed and dragged off towards the forest by gargoyles acting suspiciously that Cyrus had to take action and chase them into the forest. The man moved with incredible speed as he raced through the forest, but as he went, some of the trees tried swiping at him. Cyrus managed to avoid the swipe easily, but the attack had stopped him from chasing his targets.

"Such a foul power. Nature itself has been twisted with the power of chaos?" the man said to himself. He channeled his mana through the gauntlet on his left hand, causing claws to come out. He shot forward, slicing the trees blocking his path to bits. With the chaos fueled trees eliminated, Cyrus got back to moving forward.

'Of all places around here, there's only one place someone would go,' Cyrus thought, but as he dashed through the forest, he felt a powerful presence approaching at incredible speed. He had to stop and dodge, just as something swiped at him with great speed. Only after he landed was the tree that had been behind him mere moments ago torn to shreds.

'That was a close call. Any later and I'd be dead,' Cyrus thought to himself. He looked around, waiting for the creature that attacked him to make another move. He sidestepped another sudden slash and soon found himself blocking an incoming claw swipe from a tall werewolf creature who had come at him with blistering speed. He managed to push the werewolf back and reached for his holstered gun, but the werewolf rushed him again, giving him no time to make a move for his gun.

The battle Cyrus would wage in the forest against the werewolf creature began, and at the time, Cyrus was not aware that the battle would likely be his last.

October 18

Welcome back to "local idiot avoids using the kink list...likely for the rest of the month to avoid second hand embarrassment because of bad smut writing skill"

Day 18 - Apocalypse

'Ever since the day the Knight's Order was wiped out by a single person, things only got worse. They got their hands on the infamous Shadow Staff and the Book of Shadows and used them to hurl the world into chaos and ruin. Hellfire rained down, landmasses were obliterated by quakes, and monsters flooded the streets. It was only later that I learned the cause of the world's fall was a fellow student of Master Lee, Geraldo...or what was left of him. Apparently, he was taken over by some evil spirit and now he's become stronger than ever. It only took about six months for the world to end up in ruins.'

After Geraldo, controlled by the evil spirit that had previously been held within the Shadow Staff, had killed Anna and located the dark artifacts, he had quickly brought the world to it's knees. Darkness reigned over the ruined world, but even so, the young man walking through the ruins of the town he grew up found a place that seemed untouched by the destruction of the new, apocalyptic world of darkness.

"Master Lee's manor...it's still here?" the young man asked nobody in particular. He had forgotten the last time he saw another person and not a monster trying to kill him. While he originally had been the youngest and weakest of Master Lee's apprentices, he had great potential for growth. It was that potential that let him get by in the new world. He made his way over to the manor, a place where many memories to him came from. As he walked around, he noticed how little things had changed aside from the layers of dust and cobwebs.

'It's been so long since I came here. Everyone went their seperate ways when Master Lee died, like our bonds were only because of him and nothing else...' he thought, heading back outside and looking up at the black sky. The sun had not risen ever since Geraldo's darkness flooded the world. As the young man looked up at the sky, he made a simple vow.

"I will restore this ruined world to the way it was, and avenge all the others who have died."

October 20

I do have an idea for Day 19, but because of time (it is 10:34 AM at the time I'm typing this), I may not have the time to write both Day 19 and 20, so I'm going to do 20 now, then 19 and 21 tonight...hopefully before I spent 2 hours grinding Superstar Saga RetroAchievements.

Day 20 - Demonic Possession

It had all began with an ordinary shopping trip. A young man had only recently started out as an adventurer, and still needed a weapon. Living out in a small village, there were few places the man could purchase a weapon. It wasn't until on one particular spring day that a traveling merchant that just happened to be selling special weapons came into town. Among the merchant's various wares, one particular item caught the young man's eye. A strange looking, curved sword, where the inner parts of the blade had missing parts, making the inner blade look more like teeth. Something about the strange looking sword drew him to it, and he spent his savings to purchase it.

When he picked up the blade for the first time, however, something was wrong. It wasn't long after that the young man began to act strangely. Days afterward, a number of people in the village had begun to turn up dead, found with chunks of their bodies torn out, as if something had eaten them. No signs of monsters had ever been reported in the history of the village, and nobody knew what was causing the murders, but as more people began to die, the young man who had only started his adventuring career never seemed to be away from his new, strange looking sword. He began to talk down to people, viewing them as lesser than him. He stopped spending time with people he usually spent time with. The worst of all was that he always seemed to be around a victim before their death.

In reality, the young man had come into contact with a dangerous item, a cursed weapon known as the Demon Sword, a blade made by binding the soul of a demon to the very blade. A human with a weak enough will ends up being possessed by the demon, used like a walking meat puppet to kill and devour humans to grow in strength. When the vessel died or became too weak to continue, all the Demon Sword had to do was acquire a new host. It's terror would go on for a long time, jumping between different hosts until it had gotten it's grip on a fairly accomplished adventurer and used him as it's latest vessel.

October 21

I changed my plans. I will do Day 21 and 22 together and do 19 now. AKA, I didn't plan this out very effectively. Maybe that's what 2 hours of Radiant Dawn does to me. Black Knight crits can go to hell, by the way.

Day 19 - Crossroads Payment

"Man, this sucks. Why'd they have to put a gate here of all places?" a man muttered to himself as he leaned against a tall wooden wall. Due to a rise in monster attacks, the nearby crossroad had to be put on higher security to protect the safety of the people. Anyone who came by had to pay a toll. While he heard of some cases of the other guys meeting with beautiful women willing to offer something other than money to get through, Rick was never that lucky. If anything, he felt as though nobody ever came by when he was placed on guard duty. That early summer morning was just another one of those days.

It was on that particular afternoon that Rick was hard at work, keeping watch at the gate despite being bored out of his mind. It was only then that he spotted a silver haired woman approaching the gate.

'Is this finally my lucky day?' Rick thought to himself, watching the woman as she approached. She looked up at the imposing gate, then to Rick. Because of the long cloak she was wearing, he couldn't get a good view of her body, but her beautiful face was enough to him.

"Sorry miss, but you'll have to pay to cross. We've seen an increase in monsters the past few weeks, so security's been upped," Rick said, using the rehearsed lines he had drilled into his head. "If you don't have any money, though, I'm sure you can compensate with other ways," Rick added. The woman took her time to consider Rick's words, then moved a hand to the pocket of her cloak.

"Money should be no issue, good sir," the woman said. She pulled out a small sack full of coins, walking over and putting the sack in Rick's hand.

"I suggest you look it over carefully, Mr. Guard," the woman said. Instead of waiting for Rick to open the gate, she instead used magic to leap up into the air and over the gate. Rick watched with his mouth wide open, then remembered the sack of coins he was holding. He opened it up, checking over the silver coins inside. Among the coins was a single, pale blue stone. What Rick didn't know at the time was that the stone was actually a magic item, one being sought after by a number of dangerous people, and the silver haired woman had just made him a target.

October 22

Prepare your premium grade eye bleach.

Day 21 - Tit Fucking

Jason was the apprentice of an accomplished mage, a tall blonde haired woman named Rosa. While Rosa had a number of accomplishments and awards under her belt, outside of public appearances, she was anything but the great mage people saw her as. She was fairly lazy when something didn't interest her. Her notes and research area was usually left in disaster, forcing James to clean things up. He had to cook meals for her and make sure she made deadlines on time, and even as a teacher, she was flaky at best when it came to actually doing her job. Then at night, being her student, he would occasionally be invited to her private quarters for another kind of training. That particular night was like many others. Jason lied naked on his teacher's bed while she had his hard cock between her breasts. James held back a groan as his teacher's tongue licked the tip of his cock. Such a thing had become more common over the past several days. When James had been told to show up at her private quarters one night, she had told him to strip and lay down on the bed. It was then she had shoved her student's cock between her breasts, but he ended up cumming on her face and breasts not long after they had started. From that day on, Rosa had decided they would continue to practice each night until Jason could last longer.

No matter how much Jason asked about it, however, Rosa refused to tell him why she wanted to do these things with her apprentice, or even why she had chosen to teach him magic at all.

Day 22 - Morning Sex

It was still early in the morning when Brian woke up. Him and his party had just gotten back from a long and difficult mission that had them away from town for a while. While he was glad to finally get some sleep in a real bed instead of on the cold ground or in a tent, he felt a weight on his arm shortly after he woke up. A girl with long, light pink hair was laying in the bed next to him, tightly hugging his arm against her naked body. He knew she was Sofia, a member of his party, but he didn't know why she was in his bed. He shook the girl and she slowly opened her eyes and let out a yawn.

"Sofia, what are you doing in my bed? You had your own room, remember?" Brian asked. Sofia slowly tiled her head and rubbed at her eyes with her free hand. Finally, she answered her companion's question.

"Did you really forget, Brian? We spent the whole night together, after all. You couldn't keep your hands off of me," Sofia answered, smiling a bit, but Brian knew she was lying. "Ok, I may have snuck in while you were asleep," she admitted.

"Then explain why you're naked," Brian said.

"I thought you'd like waking up next to a beautiful girl who's fully exposed herself just for you,"

"Only you would say that about yourself. It also doesn't explain why you decided to take off your clothes before you came into my bed. What if someone came in?"

Sofia simply responded with a shrug. "It's still early. The others are probably still asleep. Nobody's going to see anything," Sofia replied.

"You're as shameless as ever, aren't you?" Brian muttered. He shot up when he felt Sofia run her hand down his shorts and take a hold of his cock.

"You're one to talk, Brian. You're already hard. If I knew just being next to me like this turns you on, I would've done it more often," Sofia said with a smile as she moved the blanket off of Brian. She slowly stroked his cock beneath his shorts while she lightly breathed into his ear. "You don't have to hold yourself back when we're alone like this, you know," she whispered into his ear.

"And you should learn some restraint," James pointed out, only for Sofia to pout and stop moving her hand. Instead, she moved so she was straddling Brian.

"I think I showed plenty of restraint, Brian. It's been weeks since we last fucked. I know you've been thinking about it too," Sofia said. Brian found himself unable to deny Sofia's words, remembering the last time they were alone together. As much as he complained about Sofia and her desire for sex with him, on that day, he found himself unable to keep himself away from her for long. While he didn't view Sofia in any romantic lens, he did very much consider her closer than just a friend.

"So while the others are still asleep, let's do it for a bit," Sofia said, leaning down and pressing her lips against Brian's. Before long, the two spent that early morning having sex. Neither of them knew how much time had passed or if their allies had woken up yet, having found themselves lost in the moment with each other.

October 24

9 days remain. I still find it hard to believe I've managed to be semi consistent for a month (barring Day 15). Also it's time for my resident "get your eye bleach ready for Day 24" line.

Day 23 - Sold Soul

It had happened during the battle between Geraldo and Anna in the underground labyrinth. Geraldo had been put on the defensive against Anna, who had only gotten stronger since the last time he had a sparring match with her. Not only her sword skills, but her magic had grown by leaps and bounds since Master Lee's passing. While Geraldo had managed to get a very sight advantage for a brief time, he was almost immediately pushed back to the defensive by Anna's techniques.

'This is impossible. At this rate...' Geraldo thought to himself, watching as Anna stepped out from the cloud of dust and smoke from his last attack. Her body was bathed in a golden aura as she pointed her blade in Geraldo's direction.

"Geraldo, stop this. You know that you've never won a match against me. This won't be any different than our days back at the manor," Anna said as she slowly moved forward. Geraldo glared at her, but he also stepped back, trying to get some distance from his enemy. His first move, his shadow creature, had already been cut down, and most of his other moves either had little effect or were handled easily.

'I've come too far to let things end like this. This power is all I have now. You rip my feelings apart like paper and now you want to steal my power too? How much will you steal from me until you're satisfied?' Geraldo thought. Anna was about to move, prepared to finish the fight, but time stopped in that moment. Behind him, the Shadow Staff, sitting on it's pedestal. With time frozen, the fog that poured out of it had stopped flowing, but the staff itself was covered by a sinister black aura.

"You, whose heart is filled with darkness. Do you seek power? Power enough to destroy all of your enemies?" a cold, demonic voice rang out in Geraldo's head. The man turned around, finding nothing but the Shadow Staff.

"I can grant you the strength you need," the voice continued.

"You can help me beat Anna?" Geraldo asked.

"I can help you destroy all your enemies. All you must do is surrender yourself, body and soul, to me. I will give you all the strength you require," the voice answered. Geraldo didn't give an immediate answer, deciding to think things over. While the offer with the Shadow Staff would give him the power to defeat Anna, it would come at the cost of his soul. When he considered it more carefully, his soul had already been tainted by the dark powers of the Book of Shadows. When he thought over that point, Geraldo ran forward towards the Shadow Staff. When he took the staff into his hand, an overwhelming dark power began to flow into him.

In exchange, however, the man known as Geraldo had officially died in that moment, surrendering his body and soul to the dark influence of the Shadow Staff. Even then, he had still been unable to defeat Anna and ended up captured.

Day 24 - Exhibitionism

"Do I seriously have to do this?" a brown haired girl asked the man sitting next to her. The two were sitting next to each other on a bench in the middle of a park. Despite being close to sunset, a large number of people were out and about. The brown haired girl wore a long brown coat while the man next to her wore his casual clothes.

"You lost the bet, Sarah. Besides, if you had won, you would be the one acting all proud of making me do something embarrassing," the man replied.

"I wasn't even planning on making you do anything that bad! Not like this!" Sarah shouted back, her whole face turning red.

The man shrugged. "It's just a single lap around the park. You can even speed walk if that makes you feel better," the man said.

"The fact you're making me do this at all doesn't make me feel better, Felix. Why did you even decide on something like this, anyway?" Sarah replied. When Felix didn't answer, Sarah pushed him, nearly pushing him off the bench.

"Hey, a deal's a deal, Sarah. You promised to do anything if you lost the bet," Felix said.

"But..." Sarah tried to protest, but only sighed and stood up. The long coat she was wearing slowly fell to the ground as she took it off, revealing she had not been wearing anything but her shoes underneath. She couldn't hide how embarrassed she felt, standing in a public park without any clothes on.

"One lap around the park. No running, either," Felix repeated to Sarah, who had turned away from Felix and started speed walking down the path. During her lap around the park, Sarah kept her head down as she walked, her whole body exposed to any passerby who saw her. With how busy the park was at the time, she could constantly feel eyes gawking at her. A few people openly told her off and told her to put something on, a few guys took pictures with their phones, others shamelessly catcalled her. The lap around the park had taken Sarah about ten minutes with her speed walking, but to her, it felt like the longest ten minutes of her entire life.

When she returned, Felix flashed her a smile and gave her a thumbs up as she walked over.

"See, that wasn't so bad, right?" he asked.

"Can we please just leave now?" Sarah said, walking over and trying to pick up her coat from off the ground, but Felix grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"Felix, what are you doing?" Sarah asked him, but when she looked up at him, she saw his cock was already hard.

"H-how long were you-"

"About around the time you took the coat off," Felix admitted without hesitation. Sarah's face turned red and she looked away from Felix.

"You're such a pervert. Did you make me do this because you wanted to see me naked?" Sarah questioned.

"Well, that time in the changing room during summer break was just an accident," Felix replied.

"So you don't deny it!" Sarah shot back, standing up and looking directly at Felix. She had almost forgotten in that moment that she was fully exposed, focused far more on calling out her friend. Still holding Sarah's wrist, Felix slowly moved her hand so it was touching the tip of his cock.

"You know our bet is still in effect," Felix quietly said.

"But the bet was to make me walk around the park," Sarah tried to protest.

"But you walking around the park like this made me like this. You need to take responsibility," Felix replied.

"There are people around, Felix. We can't..."

"So what?" Felix asked.

Before long, Sarah found herself in Felix's lap, facing away from him. He had already taken off his pants, and his hard cock had already entered Sarah's pussy. Sarah bit her lip, trying to keep any noises from coming out of her mouth as Felix thrust up into her, bouncing her up and down on his cock. Their earlier argument had continued for several minutes until Felix managed to ware her down. It wasn't long after they had started fucking that a passerby saw them and started watching them. Before long, a small group of people had gathered around the bench, watching Sarah and Felix.

"F-Felix, we need to stop. People are watching," Sarah said, Instead of stopping like Sarah asked, Felix instead reached around and grabbed one of Sarah's breasts, causing her to moan loudly. A few of the spectators had begun to take pictures and record videos with their phones as Felix thrust harder into Sarah. He fondled Sarah's breasts to give the spectators a show as he fucked her there on the park bench.

Saturday at 12:06 PM

I was going to give another one of my "eye bleach" comments, but eh, that one is getting old. Is this character development? Absolutely not. I still have a VERY low opinion of my smut writing. Why am I doing it anyway? That's a good question. I'm certainly not doing it for the people, partly because I have no idea if anyone's actually reading these without cringing half to death and partly because I prefer not to write for the sake of others. I don't know why I'm rambling, we still got several days left to go.

Day 25 - Abandoned Building & Shower Sex

It had been a long day of training for David. For the past several months, in hopes of becoming a skilled adventurer, he had joined a training camp. Between having to share a room with a couple of other guys and the harsh training exercises that were undertaken daily, David already felt like he was growing as both a fighter and a person. One of the big problems with having to live with a bunch of other people for the summer was when a bunch of people hogged the showers in the main building. That day had been one of those, where a number of the girls had been taking up time in the showers. While David had hoped to get a shower himself after finishing his own personal nighttime training regimen, he would either have to wait a while or pursue another option. During his time at the training camp, he heard rumors that the old, abandoned dorm past the forest had a working shower. The forest was supposed to be dangerous at night, so the students were advised against going through, especially since the abandoned dorm had little of value. Even so, David grabbed his stuff and set out for the abandoned dorm.

"This is the abandoned dorm?" David asked nobody in particular. He had managed to make his way through the forest fairly easily and found himself standing before an old, run down dorm building. It generally reminded him of the normal dorm building where all the students were staying, just in a far worse state. From his point of view, the place had not been lived in for years. A part of David was starting to feel skeptical, wondering if a working shower actually existed in the old dorm. Since he had wasted so much time getting there, he decided to go inside and check. He searched around the old building, walking past broken walls, old tables, and holes in the wooden floors. One of the flights of stairs had been broken, forcing David to find another way up to the second floor. Once he did, however, he noticed a light coming from a door down the hall.

David followed the light and slowly opened the door to find the room he was searching for, but someone was already there. A blonde haired woman was standing alone in the room with nothing but a towel covering her body. When she heard the door open, she almost instantly grabbed the knife sitting on the counter and turned around only to find David.

"Oh, sorry about that," she said, putting the knife back on the counter. Once he saw her face, David knew who she was. The woman was Hilda, a top class adventurer who had been hired on by the training camp's staff to help teach some tricks to the students. She leaned forward as she tried to recall who David was.

"Oh right, you're that guy who always sneaks out to do your own training by yourself," Hilda said, leaning back and putting her hands on her hips, seemingly unbothered being seen in nothing but a towel.

"Y-yes," David quietly replied, blushing and looking away from Hilda. The woman couldn't help but laugh and move closer to David, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, you don't need to be so stiff. So, why'd you come here?" Hilda said.

"i...came to use the shower here," David said, keeping his eyes off of Hilda.

"Guess that makes sense. It is pretty late and a lot of people usually want to clean up before bed. Guess you must've heard the stories about this place," Hilda said, turning towards the bathroom. "People usually don't come around here because you need to walk out here. I asked someone I knew to spruce this room up and get things working. That's beside the point, though. If you came here to take a shower, how about we just go in together?" she added.

"Huh?!"

Hilda responded to David's surprise with a shrug. "What's the big deal?" she asked. While David looked at her like a deer in headlights, trying to come up with a reason that would make sense, Hilda sighed and grabbed David's wrist.

"Come on, it'll be fine. I'll take good care of you," she said.

Before long, David found himself sitting on a stool in the shower while Hilda ran a soapy sponge up and down his back. While he had a towel on his lap, he was otherwise nude. He dared not look back at the woman behind him washing his back. The shower had already been started, filling the room with a thin layer of steam. Neither of them had said anything since the whole thing began, making the whole thing feel even more awkward to David. If the situation was different, he would've likely asked Hilda a number of questions. When David stood and went to go clean himself off under the water, Hilda made her move. Shortly after he moved under the water, he heard footsteps coming from behind him, shortly followed by something soft pressing up against his back. Her hand soon reached around and grabbed his cock.

"Hey, what are you doing?" David questioned.

"I'm just helping you clean up. You probably got all sweaty from your night training," Hilda whispered into his ear, running her soap covered hand slowly up and down his hardening cock. She smiled a bit as she pressed her breasts up against David's back. "You know there are demons out there who will try things like this on you. Think of this like special training," Hilda whispered.

That night, David's shower was spent laying on the floor while Hilda rode his cock, telling him it was all for the sake of "special training." Since nobody ever visited the old, abandoned dorm, nobody could hear a woman's moaning coming from the second floor that lasted around two hours.

Day 26 - Decaying Zombie

In the Realm of Chaos, only beings that were born from overwhelming chaos lived. From corrupted gargoyles and ogres to demons and hellhounds. Among the beings of chaos who wandered the land was a zombie. Unlike most of it's kind, it's body had been long approaching it's end. It had long since forgot all aspects of what it was before becoming a zombie. All thoughts, feelings, memories and desires had been wiped away when it's original human body and soul were defiled by dark magic after death and transformed into a walking corpse. The necromancer who had created it had long since died, but the mana used to fuel it's functions had been much more than most zombies were given.

The zombie didn't care that it's body was decaying. It simply shambled on through the barren wasteland it had found itself in with no real goals. It had no master, and therefore no orders to follow. And yet, as an undead, it wasn't capable of doing much at all on it's own. Shamble, devour flesh, and die. That was the lot of a simple zombie. For that simple zombie, however, it's fate would be changed. As it shambled about, a dark fog began to float around in the air. Naturally, the zombie didn't care, but it was only after the weakened creature was hit by a dark purple beam of light coming from the dark fog that things changed. The decaying flesh slowly began to regain vitality and repair itself. Information slowly began to fill the zombie's head, and power began to flow into it's body.

At that time, the weak, decaying zombie had been selected by one of the Realm of Chaos' Four Great Fiends, made to be a counterpart to the outside world's Four Elemental Guardians. The zombie had been selected to become the oracle of the Great Ghost, Phantasma.

Edited Saturday at 12:07 PM by NyxAvatar69

Sunday at 04:12 PM

I will say in advance I already have a general idea of my plan for Day 31, which I still intend to be the grand finale to the Geraldo storyline with the final battle between the young apprentice and the evil spirit possessing Geraldo's body. That's a few days away, though, so for now, let's do something different.

Day 27 - Armor/Mecha

"I know I said I wanted you to find me something unique, but...what even is this?"

In the back room of an armory, a young adventurer asked the man she tasked with finding her some special armor. What he had brought to her reminded her more of a bikini one would wear on a beach instead of real armor.

"I searched far and wide for something that may suit you, Ms. Veronica, and while I was traveling around in the east, I came across this. Many of the female warriors around there wore armor such at this. It may look lacking in actual protection, but it is still very effective," the man answered. Veronica looked at the armor sitting on the table, then back to the man with a raised eyebrow.

"It barely covers anything, though," Veronica protested.

"On the bright side, it means less to polish and maintain. While others would have to waste time getting their armor all set, you'll already be ready to go with this," the man said.

"I guess that's true, but..."

"But what?"

"It's just...it'd look weird, wearing something like this," Veronica said. The man shook his head, tapping a couple of fingers on the table.

"Ms. Veronica, I'd think having armor that will protect you, even if it's not very practical looking, would be useful for surviving on an adventure. Will it really matter what it looks like if you die?" the man questioned.

"Yeah, but..."

"At the very least, you could try it on. Nobody else will see you in it if you try it out here, after all. Maybe if you break it in a bit, you'll like it a bit more," the man said. Veronica looked at the man, then to the armor sitting on the table. She had no real argument against at least trying the armor out.

"Ok, I'll at least try it," she finally said.

"Excellent. You can use the room in back to change," the man said, pointing to a door a short walk away. Veronica picked up the bikini armor from the table and made her way to the room, closing the door behind her. As he watched the adventurer walk away, the man's smile grew wider. It took about ten minutes for Veronica to return. The armor only covered the most essential areas, leaving the rest of her body uncovered. Veronica's face was red as she approached the man, who looked her over up and down over and over again.

"This feels embarrassing. For some reason, though, my body feels stronger wearing this," Veronica said.

"That's because they apply special spells to the armor over in the east. What it lacks in protection, it makes up for with being able to apply some special magic to make it more practical than ordinary armor. It's quite...immaculate, don't you think, Ms. Veronica?" the man said. Upon him speaking out the word 'immaculate' out loud, Veronica felt the armor she was wearing get unusually heavy. She bit her lip as she fell to her knees, unsure of what was going on. The man looked down at her with a wide smile as he walked closer to her.

"But you know, getting my hands on that armor wasn't cheap or easy. I think I deserve myself a little compensation for my work," he said.

"Compensation? I told you I was going to pay you," Veronica said, but the man shook his head.

"Yeah, I know, but now that I've actually seen you in that armor, money isn't going to be good enough for me. You can give me something better right here and now," the man said. He quickly tugged down his pants, exposing his large, hard dick to the girl.

"All you need to do is satisfy me a bit. Do that and I'll let go of all this and let you keep the armor," the man continued, moving closer to Veronica. The woman didn't say anything right away, but at the same time couldn't tear her eyes off the man's cock. She felt disgusted that she had been put into such a situation, but she had also been the one to request his services in the first place.

"I...just have to do it a little, right?" she finally asked. When the man nodded, he got closer and nearly thrust his cock towards her. Veronica slowly leaned forward and opened her mouth, taking the man's dick into her mouth. The man shuddered a bit as he felt his cock in Veronica's mouth. She tried to speed up quickly in hopes of getting it over with quickly, but the man stopped her by reaching out and holding her head with his hands. He took control of the pace, slowly fucking her mouth. He savored the feeling of Veronica's mouth taking his dick until he couldn't wait anymore. He pulled Veronica's head to shove his cock deeper into his mouth as he shot a load of his cum deep down her throat. He smiled and slowly pulled his cock out of Veronica's mouth, leaving a thin trail behind between her mouth and his dick. Even though she had done as he said, a part of him wasn't satisfied. He had begun to crave more from Veronica before he felt she had paid for the work he put in.

That night, instead of keeping his word, the man took advantage of Veronica and filled her pussy with her cock, fucking her again and again until he was finally satisfied. While he did let her keep the armor at the end of the day, he had made sure she would never forget him ever again.

Monday at 03:18 PM

Hello I joined at the beginning of the month, sadly this year only joined the club on the 28th day. So I will think of a three post story, the posts will be a test to see if I can do up to 6 Paragraph or even beyond. Am going to use Rule 34 for inspiration. This will be a showcase of a story. Let me know how it is for a short story. I replaced Incest for happy sad ending.

Day 28 Abandoned building and the first of many encounters with super natural beings.

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The sound of the cold air can be heard through the night, it would be a time that a young adult man would remember, his whole life for what was going on is a dare his bar friends had told him to do. What is to say would happen to the guy only time later, he was driving his car, hearing it go over the top of cement road, until he is driving on dirt road. In order to keep his mood in a timely balanced, he is listening to music. Being a man of Jazz and old music he chose to listen to timey jazz from the 40s song sung by one of the legends. It brought him joy for he was listening to something to sooth his fearful soul, his friends knew he was a big scaredy cat and he was wanting to prove them wrong.

This place he is driving too was known as the Abandoned building of super natural horror, what on expected of such name was anything of that nature would end up happening. Didn't matter what it would happen there, it is said either the person who visited it vanished and was never seen again or did come out never the same again for the rest of their natural life. Various people speculated that there were real monsters in the house, but barely anyone ever visited it. He remembered being told by his friends stories of various super natural beings who did things that you'd not expect.

It was said that no matter who goes into the house something was bound to happen. One thing that wasn't said was any third or fourth situation that can happen. While the music did calm down his nerves, he didn't like where this house was located, he thought to himself {Ok Richard.... you can do this, having prepared yourself by listening to spooky music in the past few days.} Richard was man who'd even Shaggy would say to be less of a scaredy cat.

front door.
Hours passed until his watch time showed it to be 7 O'clock in the evening, he parked the car in what looked to be a safe looking place, inspecting it the location was shaped to be a welcoming place for cars. Richard unbuckled the seat belt, he got out of the car the young adult man stretched his arms. He closed the door, walking over to the other side in the passenger seat, opening it up to pick up the knap-sack which was there. He picked it up and put it around his back, after closing the door he started to walk over to the entrance of the abandoned house that was a 1800s old home.

He felt his steps move up the old creaky steps, hearing the sounds from the creaks gave him moments of being bothered, nothing major of fear. {Ok... ok... its just stairs... geeez can you not be that spooky} He chastised himself, making his way it up onto the front porch , his eyes spotted a rocking chair he spots something that looked to be a life sized living door, although she wasn't moving with her eyes closed. Richard walked closer to her for a fear moment he watched her for a few moments before turning his head away and made his way over to the door, after placing his hand on the door he pushed the door opening hearing the creek of it.

This didn't bother him at all, for he liked the sound of creaking doors, one of his odd quirks, everything else creeped, scared him but the creaking door didn't bother him at all. He entered into the house, and started to explore the outer foyer the front area of the house lead to a two entrance waves and a long hallway up ahead. Richard walked to the side which lead to the living room, entering it moments passed as he explored the living room he didn't hear the creaking door close

He saw the chairs looked comfy from what appeared to be a sofa, a couch and another sofa. Everything appeared to be in order, wanting to sit down Richard thought to himself {I will continue am not tired yet} He told himself as he continued to explore the living room. Walking around where he stood saw a collection of books, which caught his interest, he started to take out the books from the shelf, looking at the titles which showed titles of books from the 1800s, which and interesting looking.

After selecting a book, he turned around to see the living doll was now sitting in the couch, this got him to be surprised {the hell?! Did my friends follow me?} He asked himself trying to find a reason for how or why the doll was there. However he remembered they all were busy. Walking over to the sofa, since she looked took spooky to sit beside him for the time. He sat down on the sofa and opened up the book before starting to read it.

Moments passed Richard got into the book, reading an old story that was written back another period of time. from time to time he'd feel as though he was being watched, this started to bother him as he looked up the living doll was in her same position. Shaking his head he went back to reading, time passed by until it was about 8:30 pm on his watch he started to hear a voice "Do you like the book?" He looked up wondering who said that, not knowing who asked him "Huh.... who said that?" He asked in a shaky voice.

The dark room gave him a quiet response back, he was the only one there. He continued to read the book, time passed by until his watch was showing 9:30 pm after he checked it. However what happen next is the doll was now looking at him, this unnerved the man as he got up, and started to walk over to the rest of the living room, but what happen next the living door started to speak "Wait... why are you living human man, I need someone to talk to...." She spoke to him which got him to stop, wondering if she was the one who spoke to him earlier.

"Wait did you ask me earlier if I liked the book?" He asked the living doll wondering if maybe the fear was getting to him. Not being sure what to say, a moment or two passed by, the doll started to speak. "Yes that was me, I have been here for a a long time.... why do you look so scared?" He breathed in and out taking out a bottle of water and started to drink it, before he started to answer. He starts to give his response to the living dolls question, "Since I can remember fear was always with me." He responded to the living doll, while he chatted with her felt himself shake.

Time passed as both of the m chatted, he felt himself shaking less, but the fear was still on his face. What the living doll who name is Ashley patted on fear side of hers, it took a few minutes before Richard got up from the sofa and walked over to sit down beside her. "See was that so hard? I am not that scary am I?~" She asked him in a lewd teasing tone looking at him winking at him. While he saw her glowing eyes, what they talked about was him getting used to talking with a living doll. She took his hand pulling it over to her leg, letting the fear be washed out of his system gradually over time.

It was now 10:00 at night, he now was beside her for thirty minutes, his fear was still there, he started to feel something up close she looked rather good looking. Why is this feeling coming up on him, he looked at her she winked at him, in fact since he was still afraid, he could not come onto her so what she did was move over to undo his pants. This bothered him, she spoke "There, there I am here to keep you company~"  she spoke in a loving tone, the fear itself showed on his face not being able to move.

She starts to inspect the dick of his, looking at his decent looking cock head and shaft. The living doll smiled starting to stroke the dick. Looking at him bending down to kiss the tip, Ashley focused on licking the tip showing off her tongue which looked as though it was alive. While she stimulated she was absorbing Richard's energy, although she wasn't taking much of it. While she focused on stimulating his dick, using her other hand to feel his balls which is rather big size. Ashley watched Richard feeling himself start to grunt from the pleasure he was experiencing.

He wasn't believing what was happening, looking at the sexy living doll, who was stimulating the dick. Looking at her the fear started to lower, he wasn't sure what to say getting a blow job from a living sex doll. What went through his mind {Damn... this feels so good, too good..... better than any blow job I got from hookers before.} He thought to himself as he watched the living sex doll giving him a loving stimulation, although time passed by she started to suck on his cock much harder, as she massaged his balls with her hands. The Sensation over time has shifted to an overstimulation which didn't think about at the time

Next moment as his watch had showed 10:30 PM, he started to feel himself get close to passing out. For the blow job took a good amount of his energy, he felt himself release pre seed along with his first load. She finished moved her head from his dick and looked into his eyes, this lead him to getting up, "Now be a good boy and call one of your friends." She spoke in a loving tone, after time passed he explained to his friend who was confused. After finding out where Richard was, he started to laugh saying he will be there.

Time passed his friend entered the living room, to his surprise he sees Richard is standing there something about him looked different. The friend looked over to see the living doll who is standing there. "Um... dude where did you get the sex doll? its look rather c-" before he is able to finish his statement his eyes started to change until it looked more vacant, Ashley had used her power as she beckon Richard's friend over, what happen next was telling him "Now I want you to pull down your pants and stick your dick into my mouth. While this cutie gets to fuck my pussy~" She spoke with a lewd tone, what ended up happening was both of them pleasured both of her mouth and front snatch, what happen everything about her seemed to have changed to look more alive than doll.

Both of them grunted enjoying the pleasure of her mouth and vagina. Time passed by as it appeared Richard had felt himself start to enjoy what she was doing. However his friend started to become afraid, wanting to escape, what happen she held onto his waist it was not just a mere spit-roast, a transference of confidence and bravery from one to another. What appeared to also be happening, she was sucking out the energy to the point his friend was close to death. After she took in two of his loads, she stopped "Your friend will need a doctor, call for a friend to pick him up" She spoke in a concerned tone, which Richard did but made sure for him to sit in the rocking chair on the porch. He told his friend who came to pick up their friend who was beyond worn out time passed and said second friend helped the first friend to the the second friend's car. Richard said "Its alright I will be here for a while, no worries I don't feel afraid anymore, see you later and I hope Jim feels better." He spoke to His and Jim's second friend who shrugged, being rather confused about Jim they both left Leaving Richard to what would likely be a couple of weeks.

Well I hope this short one of was an interesting read, I may not do the color coding all the time. For the sake of not worrying of needing to fix color coding mistake.

Other stories will be less paragraphs, I wanted this one to work on stretching out my writing since RP and writing takes time.

Tuesday at 03:39 PM

As the days go by and we slowly approach the end, I feel as though this month went by faster than I expected. I guess time flies when you're having fun, as they say. Also this is another instance of "I had an idea using the kink list but changed my mind the next day after sleeping it off."

Also because Day 31 deserves it's own slot, I will be doing Day 29 and 30 together.

Day 28 - Horned Being

Even with the world brought to it's brink, hope still existed. After steeling his resolve during his visit to Master Lee's grave, the young apprentice, Sam, began his journey to avenge the deaths of his fellow apprentices and end the age of darkness that had ruined the world. Fighting alone would've been suicide, and Sam was not completely sure of his chances of winning alone, so he went in search of allies. It was around that time he had learned that there had been a few survivors of the destruction of the Knight's Order and they had built a small base of operations as they fought the forces of darkness. It was there he had met Luna, a silver haired girl who had experience with light magic. From what he had been told, she had been adopted at a young age by the former head priest of the Knight's Order, a man known as Father Marco. The man had unfortunately been one of the first to die, having been at the head of the attempted exorcism of the dark power inside Geraldo's body. Luna joined up with Sam's journey in hopes of avenging her father and the people who had senselessly been killed as a result of the failed exorcism leading to Geraldo's growth in power.

During their travels in search of more allies, Sam found himself confiding in Luna. He chose to keep his feelings to himself, knowing the mission at hand was more important at the moment. The pair had come across a small village where they ran into a thief, a young man named Luis. He may have been a thief, but he only stole was what needed for the children of the village, as darkness had been slowly consuming the hearts of many of the adults, making them cold and selfish. The two managed to get him on their side after helping protect the village from a monster attack. To round out their team, the party managed to get a mysterious hooded mage on their side, someone who they would later find out was a young woman named Rosie. She had been an experiment by a cult that worshiped and believed in Geraldo's vision of a world of darkness, leading to her emotions being suppressed heavily. In exchange, her magical power had become much greater than an average person's.

Together, the party traveled and fought against all sorts of threats on their way to the place Geraldo had made the core of his new world, a tall, jet black tower of darkness known as the Tower of Despair. Before the party could enter the tower, they were confronted with the tower's gatekeeper, a massive creature with two large horns jutting out of it's head. Sam believed it was once an ordinary animal, but the overwhelming dark power coming from the Tower of Despair transformed it into the monster it was now. Littered around the area were the bones of people foolish enough to attempt approaching the tower. Despite the creature's size, it was able to move swiftly, and using it's horns, it could fire out electric spheres or stab it's horns into the ground to make spires of stone shoot out of the ground. It had been a hard fight, but with a combination of Luis and his speed along with Rosie and her magic, the team was able to defeat the horned creature.

However, that battle would only be the first of many as they climbed the Tower of Despair in hopes of defeating Geraldo once and for all.

Wednesday at 12:10 PM

Day 29 - Disembodied Hand

The battles up the Tower of Despair didn't get any easier for Sam and his companions as they worked their way through. With the overwhelming darkness inside the tower, even the weakest of monsters had become far more threatening than before. Even then, the team made their way up a number of floors until they reached a large chamber. It appeared there was no enemies around at first until a massive shadow loomed over Luna. Sam ran and got her out of the way just as a massive disembodied hand came falling down from the ceiling, trying to grab at Luna.

"It's perfect, isn't it? Our ultimate masterpiece!" a man's voice rang out. The door leading ahead slowly began to open and a man stepped out into the room. Rosie knew right away who the man was.

"It's him. The cult leader," she said. The head cultist snapped a finger and the disembodied hand leaped up into the air and landed next to the man.

"And you're still alive. I'm impressed a defective product like you managed to survive our experiments. Luckily, you've come to remedy that by dying here in the name of our king," the cult leader added, flashing a cruel grin.

"Not a chance," Rosie shot back as the cult leader soon turned his attention to Sam and Luna.

"And here we have you two. I've heard of how those annoying insects in the Order refused to die. As for you, boy, you must be the final student of that legendary man. You don't seem very impressive, not unlike my great creation," the leader added, patting the top of his giant disembodied hand like someone would to a dog.

"None of that will matter soon, however. None of you will be leaving this room alive. In the name of my king, you will all be killed here!" the leader continued, pointing to the four targets as his ultimate creation started moving towards them. As it moved, it's body became covered by a pale green light. It jumped into the air and tried to tackle the heroes, only for them to dodge and the hand to smash into the ground. With the cult leader sitting in the back providing cover fire, the battle would prove to be just as difficult as the others the party had faced in the Tower of Despair.

Day 30 - Ancestor's Curse

"The mantle of being this kingdom's Black Knight, the knight's ultimate warrior, is our family's curse. Ever since our ancestor conspired with the Witch Queen of old and was betrayed by her. It is only thanks to that curse that our fates have forever been sealed. The one who dons the armor will never be allowed true peace. They will fight until the day they die, and the armor will be passed down to the next doomed to fight for their lives in the name of the king. That is our fate."

For years, that had been all Victor had known of his family's history. His grandfather, then his father before him, bore the jet black armor of the Esoteron Kingdom's legendary Black Knight, an incredibly powerful warrior who would be made to follow the king's commands, no matter what they were. From the day he could walk, Victor himself had been trained in the art of swordplay and taught a great number of things to prepare him for the day he would one day bear the burden placed on his family due to their longstanding curse. He would never be allowed true happiness as the Black Knight, no matter how much he fought for it.

That was the fate of someone cursed by the infamous queen of witches, deemed an ultimate evil by the king of the Esoteron Kingdom.

Wednesday at 04:14 PM

Hello today's tale is going to be about gender bended Creepy pasta monster Slenderman(Woman) Going to see how to make this scary next to how sexy it would be. Be warned I will change the edge play for female domination and anal for Interrupted sex.

Day 30 Tentacles of love

The day is ever quiet next to the sounds of birds known as Crows or Ravens were cawing. They were making their cries known based on the death of someone, moving to another angle there is a young adult man out on his walk. He was unsure where he was walking other than the outer area of the forest he walked through before. hearing his feet on the leaves along with the ground, keeping to himself with his phone off at the moment. Walking through the various areas of the forest which didn't have anything of note, aside from foot prints of animals. He kept himself in a state of calming for he was not that scared at all, having not friends, always kept to himself.

Looking around the general area he didn't see anything, having a flash light with him and other items he brought with him. The mood is quiet as his eyes continued to walk where he was, at some point soon he started to find pages, only be able to find about three of them, until he started to hear a static noise which confused him. Not knowing where it was coming from he started to walk quicker, however fate had other plans for the young adult man. He continued to walk ahead hearing the static go away, while continuing to collect more pages he reached up to page eight without much issues.

Little did he know these specific papers had something written on them. Sooner or later he started to hear the static again, wondering where it was coming from, he started to make his move to another area, sadly he started to hear it again as if something was following him, this lasted until he reached a house. Wondering to himself {How was this here?} He asked himself as where he walked to was much deeper area of the forest. His question was something he had came to his mind based on hearing about a being wondering the forest in the deeper area of the forest. Having made his way into the deeper area of the forest didn't bother him much.

The young adult man walked over to the house, wondering who built this house he soon entered it. Noticing there were rather creepy parts, he got curious after entering the home of whoever or whatever built this. He looked around the place, seeing there were pictures of what looked to be a faceless woman, this confused him for a moment, hearing the static much closer now, telling himself {Alright... this is really odd.... if you feel it don't turn around....} He told himself, in order to calm down how he was feeling. The door he didn't close earlier when entering closed with a big thump clunk. "Woah!" he spoke hearing that, turned around hearing the static much stronger now. There stood a woman who had no face, being focused on it not noticing the shadow tentacles.

Before he is able to do or say anything at all, she started to walk over to him "Whooooo areeee yoooouuuuu~" she asked him, he wasn't sure what to say, in fact not being able to utter anything the tentacles wrapped around his body and started to inspect his moving under his autumn clothes, feeling decent shaped chest. "Youuuuu feeeellll niiiiccceeee" she spoke in a haunting tone, not being able to move all his head is able to do is nod. While she spoke the static is heard and instead of harming him it was soothing.

She lifted him into her arms, and started to take him to her room. It didn't take too long until she entered it, her room looked to be rather gothic and comfy The slender woman showed her lips and started to kiss him. Not stopping as she had on white lipstick on, what the woman chose to do was is carry him to the bed. After climbing onto the comfiness she started to remove his clothes, as he could not move so easily. What he did however is speak "Will you hurt me?" He asked sound feeble although it was for good reason. The slender woman shook her head but showed her hand going back and forth. "Fiiiinnnndddd ouuuutttt~" she started to kiss and pleasure his member which was shown to her, little did he know she had something in mind with her tentacles.

While she kissed and gave his rod some love, the woman made her clothes vanish and started to shake her behind to him, this lead him to starting to lick her holes as if he was compelled to do it. While she did this, she made cameras appear in order to record every moment of it. Being a bitch who enjoyed degrading men such as the guy she had on her bed. "Whooooosssssssssss AAAAAAA gooooodddddd bbbbbbooooooyyyyyy eeeeeeaaaaattttiinnnngggg ouuuuuuuttt my cccccccllleaaan bbbbbuuuuttttthhhhhoooollllllleeee?" she asked mockingly and lovingly, while she waited the slender woman started to spit on much more than just white spit on his dick.

As this happen she used her tentacles to move them over to his butthole, planning to give it a good time. He eeeeppp feeling his butthole as it took in the tentacles into his back hole. It felt odd at first as she was dominating him the whole time. Now he tried to fight back which looked pathetic, not being able to move because of his legs were held together with the tentacles that weren't in his butt. "Awwwwww hhoooowww cccccuuuutttteee annnnnnndddd addddooorrrraaaaabbbblllleeee, llllleeeettttt mmmmeeeeee gggggiiiiivvvvveeee yyyyyoooooouuuuu ppppplllllleeeeeaaaaaassssuuuuuurrrrreeeeee" She spoke in a loving tone, continuing to struggle with his arms he oddly continued to kiss her holes.

His mind shifted to pleasuring her, as if his will to run away as much as he prided himself in not being afraid. Time passed on as she recorded him and his cute side, this extended to him busting a load into her mouth, she spent the rest of the night riding his rod, while giving him kisses until he became hers forever. At times there would be messages for anyone to find, which could be read by the missing person for there maybe a possible second tale about this at some point. The brave young adult man was never seen by anyone he knew ever again.

I hoped this was a good read, it had 9 paragraphs, I had to sum up at the end what happen, since it was a one shot. Normally I have issues writing more/writing at odd places, unsure about this one or the first one shot I added. Which both could be done for a roleplay. But this is more of a story club so its understandable.

2024-10-31T15:03:28Z

This is it. The finale. It was a good run, and 30/31 is not bad. Could I have used the kink list more in these 31 days? Probably, but between me changing my mind between days and not being good at writing smut, I feel like writing the Geraldo storyline was a better use of these days than trying to force myself into something I know I'd make people cringe from. Will I make a more refined and fixed version of the Geraldo tale? At this stage, I'm considering it, but I do have other items on my plate at the moment between finishing my Radiant Dawn videos, reviewing someone's RPG Maker game, Mario and Luigi Brothership releases soon, and my general slacker nature do stand in the way. Only time can tell.

Day 31 - ???

After many trials and tribulations, Sam and his party had finally reached the peak of the Tower of Despair. Standing between them and the final chamber was a massive set of stone doors. Even with the doors closed, an overwhelming level of darkness could be felt, as if the doors themselves were made to contain it. As the party took a rest before heading inside, Sam stood alone in front of the doors. A number of things ran through the young man's mind at that time. He wondered why Geraldo would go down such a path, what the future would be like, and even if him and his new friends would even survive the final battle. While he was lost in these thoughts, Luna approached him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Sam? Is something wrong?" she asked. Sam slowly shook his head to snap himself out of his thought and turned to face Luna.

"Sorry about that. I was just thinking of some things," he began, turning back towards the doors. "Master Lee took me in not long before he got sick. I didn't really get much time to know the others. I just want to know why. He didn't have to do any of this. Kill the others, kill your dad, bring all of this evil to the world," Sam added.

"I'd like to know too. I know that Father only wanted to help. There is also the matter of the dark items. We must dispose of the Book of Shadows and the Shadow Staff once everything is done. As long as those still exist in this world, this tragedy could be repeated in the future," Luna said.

"Yeah, you're right," Sam said, taking a deep breath and steeling his resolve. "We should probably get going soon. This'll be the final battle."

After finishing their short rest, Sam, Luna, Luis, and Rosie stood before the massive stone doors. The doors slowly slid open, letting out a flood of darkness that Luna used her magic to protect the party from. Once the darkness was cleared away, the four stepped into the massive circular room. Many windows lined the walls, giving a view of the world outside. At the very back of the room, sitting on a throne of bones, was a man dressed in black with short brown hair. When Sam got a look at his eyes, they were crimson red, nothing like the person he knew in the past. In his hand was the infamous Shadow Staff while the Book of Shadows floated in the air close to him.

"So you are the heroes I have heard whispers about. I am surprised weaklings like you managed to survive climbing my tower," the man said. While the voice that had come out of his mouth had belonged to Geraldo, any other part of his personality was nothing like his was. Sam subconsciously took a step back as the man stood from his throne of bones, darkness flowing off him like a fountain that quickly began to fill the room.

"Geraldo. Why are you doing all of this? Why did you kill Anna and the others?" Sam asked, but Geraldo's booming laughter cut him off before he could ask any more questions.

"The human known as Geraldo is dead. He has given himself, body and soul, to me. I am the Ancient One, Izroth," Geraldo said, spreading out his arms as he introduced his true name.

"The Ancient One? But all the stories say that Izroth was defeated by a legendary hero and sealed away!" Luna cut in.

"He sure doesn't look sealed away to me," Rosie added.

"Precisely right. When that fool took this staff in his hand and surrendered his very self to me, I was free to take this flesh for my own. He may have shown a bit of resistance towards the end, but such things meant nothing in the face of my power. Now that I am finally free, I will drown this world in complete darkness, and I will begin by obliterating all of you," Izroth explained. He slowly began to lift up into the air until he towered over the party.

"Not if we have anything to say about it! You've ruined a ton of people's lives with your shit, and it ends today!" Luis shouted.

"Then go ahead and try! Book of Shadows, hear my decree, as the Ancient One! Call forth the beings of the dark to devour these fools who cling to the light!" Izroth replied. Responding to the incantation spoken by Izroth, the Book of Shadows flipped open on it's own, shrouded in a pale purple light. All at once, several shadow creatures came shooting out of the book and quickly surrounded the party.

"Please, leave these beings of the dark to me," Luna said, stepping forward. She put her hands together and uttered a prayer, sending a blinding light out from her in it's center. The light tore through the shadow creatures, obliterating them with ease. Izroth didn't seem the least bit concerned, moving right onto his next spell.

"Hear my decree as the Ancient One! Summon the corpses of the fallen to devour the flesh of the followers of light!" Izroth called out. The Book of Shadows reacted, sending bolts of black lightning shooting down from the ceiling to call forth zombies from the floor. Some were in good condition and more difficult to kill while others were weak and decaying. As the party fought off the horde of zombies being summoned by the Book of Shadows, Izroth made his next move.

"Ensnare the priestess with unholy tendrils!" he called out. Even while the Book of Shadows continued to summon undead to ware out the team, jet black tendrils shot out of it's pages, reaching out to grab Luna. Luis was faster and cut down the approaching tendrils, but was nearly pushed down and killed by a couple of zombies. They were blown away and smacked into a wall by a blast of wind magic from Rosie.

"Why do you fools struggle so hopelessly? You will eventually run out of energy, and be destroyed," Izroth said, watching as the humans managed to clean up the last of the horde. It was then a new idea came to him. He floated down and twirled the Shadow Staff around in his hand before thrusting it into the ground. Dark power swelled and four pillars of darkness shot out in four corners of the room. Slowly, a figure emerged from the holes left behind by the rising pillars.

"Beth, Mark, and Anna?" Sam said, watching the figures as they exposed themselves. They had indeed been Master Lee's old apprentices, or rather their bodies. Their skin had become a dark gray and there was no light in their eyes, simply the same red glow that was also in Izroth's eyes. They had been turned into nothing more than husks with no souls, filled with the power of darkness. From the fourth hole emerged a husk of Father Marco, his pristine white robes replaced with the black cultist's robes.

"Do you like them? It took some time extracting them from the shadow creature, and by that point, all of them had been so broken spiritually, it was easy to implant my power into them," Izroth explained as he moved back to his throne and sat down. "Now die, killed by the very people you care about," he added, laughing loudly as the former apprentices made their move. Sam and the others split up, having to take on one of the husks each. With Mark's reputation as the Swiftblade, Luis had been the one to challenge him. Mark no longer had his usual sword, instead having been given a sinister looking dark blade. Even though the body was just a husk, it was clear that it wasn't used to wielding the dark blade, giving Luis an edge in his fight.

While Rosie took on the Father Marco husk in a battle of magic, Luna had taken on Beth. Both Beth and Rosie were generalists when it came to magic while Father Marco and Luna were more specialized in light magic. The two were fairly evenly matched. For Sam, however, he knew Anna was the best of Master Lee's apprentices, having become skilled in both sword and magic. The husk showed no signs of being any different in terms of skill, giving Sam a run for his money. All the while, Izroth continued to take advantage of the Book of Shadows to disrupt the party's battles, hurling blasts of lightning and more monsters.

While a tough battle, Sam managed to overpower the husk of Anna, and the party turned their attention to Izroth, who stood from his seat again. He had prepared to launch another attack, but Luis struck first, running at him with his dual daggers. Izroth put up a barrier to protect from the attack only to be hit from behind by a fireball by Rosie. When his guard was temporarily down, Luna used a move to keep Izroth restrained. His overwhelming darkness tried to destroy the sealing move, but it had come too late as Sam rushed forward and thrust his sword through Izroth's chest.

"You...humans..." he weakly said, but it was still not enough. The dark power that formed Izroth's essence slowly began to flow out of Geraldo's body and back to the Shadow Staff.

"He's trying to get away. Luna!" Sam shouted. The woman nodded and put her hands together in a prayer, activating a spell that was saved for such a situation. It had been found in a secret scroll left behind by Father Marco on the off chance the exorcism against Geraldo's darkness failed. The room was engulfed in a blinding light, one that poured out from the windows and lit up the peak of the Tower of Despair like a lighthouse.

When Sam came to, the darkness that had been flooding the room had been cleared out. Laying unmoving on the floor was the Book of Shadows and the Shadow Staff while Geraldo's body with Sam's sword in it's chest, sat in the throne. The husks made by Izroth's magic had turned to dust, leaving nothing else behind. Sam slowly stood up and spotted Luna laying on the floor. He ran over to her and lifted her up. He let out a sigh of relief when her skin was still warm, remembering the warning that was in the scroll about using that spell. Luis and Rosie soon awoke and made their way over to Sam and the unconscious Luna.

"Is it over?" Luis asked. The team looked outside, watching as the dark clouds that covered the sky since the darkness took over begin to clear. The first signs of the morning sunlight began to peek through, lighting up the dark landscape.

"Defeating Izroth may be over, but there's going to be a lot of work to do. The world's pretty screwed, after all," Rosie pointed out.

"Oh right..." Luis said, laughing a bit and scratching the back of his head. After a short pause, he turned his gaze to Luna. "And our sleeping beauty? How about her?"

"She'll probably need to sleep for a while. That maneuver didn't kill her, but she likely used up every drop of mana in her body to destroy Izroth in that form," Rosie said.

"Well, I guess that's something. It'd be a shame if we lost someone after all we got through," Luis said. For a bit, nobody spoke. Whether they were reflecting on those who had died along the way or thinking about the future, nobody knew. It would've forever been a moment just between them. From there, a lot of work would have to be done to fix everything and move the world on the path to returning to normal.

Sam and his party were met with a hero's welcome upon their return to the Order's camp. A celebration was held in their honor and the four of them were revered as heroes who defeated the Ancient One. The day after the celebration, the road to recovery had begun. Homes had to be repaired, monsters left behind had to be handled, and the people of the world began to move towards the path of returning their lives to how they used to be. The Book of Shadows and Shadow Staff, the very dark items that started the entire disaster, were tossed away into a volcano and destroyed permanently. After the final battle, Luna was taken into the Order's care to oversee her recovery. Luis decided to return to his village and help rebuild, especially since he had plenty of stories to tell the kids about his adventures. As for Rosie, since she had nowhere to go, she had chosen to stay with the Knight's Order, hoping to find a way to get her emotional state returned to normal. As for Sam...

One year passed since the battle on top of the Tower of Despair. A man with blonde hair stood in front of five graves alone, each one marked with a single person's name. Beth, Mark, Anna, Master Lee, and Geraldo. Four of them had been his fellow apprentices while the fifth was the man who brought them all together and raised them as if they were his own children. The man turned back towards the manor where Master Lee had taught the apprentices, raised and cared for them, and even met his untimely end there. In the year since the battle, Sam had worked to clean up Master Lee's manor and only recently decided he would follow in his master's footsteps and take on young apprentices who had nowhere to go. With many people having lost their families, there were a number of orphans around, and Sam hoped to find a couple of them and take them in.

"Hard to believe tomorrow's the day already," Sam said to himself as he turned and headed back inside. Since the final battle, he had not heard anything from Luna. He got the occasional letter from Luis and Rosie about how they were doing. He did find that Rosie's letters were slowly becoming slightly less blunt in her words, which he found a good sign of her progress. The only thing that disappointed him was that he had heard nothing from Luna yet. Rosie's letters did speak about how she was and her progress towards recovery, but he had hoped to see her in person. Almost as if the universe had been hearing his thoughts, Sam heard a knock at the front door. When he made his way over, he couldn't help but look shocked. Standing outside was Luna, the woman he had not seen in a year.

"Luna?" Sam asked.

"I'm sorry for not showing up sooner. Can I come in?" she asked. Sam nodded and moved aside to let her inside. The two moved to the kitchen and took the time to catch up. Sam told her all about what he had been up to since she was left in the Order's care, between giving the other apprentices a proper burial and deciding on what he planned on doing in the future. Luna listened patiently until she was given the chance to explain what had happened.

"I had to undergo some treatment for a while when I woke up. My mana supply recovered too slowly, and the priests at the Order were worried about me. I was not allowed to contact anyone during the treatment, just to not worry anybody. After that, I had asked to be allowed to help with the recovery efforts. I will be going around the world for the next several months to aid in the restoration," Luna explained.

"Sounds like we'll both be busy for a long time. Luis says he's teaching the kids in his village some things and Rosie sounds like she's still in the middle of her own recovery," Sam said.

Luna responded with a nod. "I do hope we can all meet together one day. We had never gotten a chance to celebrate together as a team. Speaking of which, Sam..." Luna trailed off, looking away from Sam. When Sam looked at her, he noticed her whole face had turned red. Under the table, she had clenched her hands into fists. Instead of telling Sam what she meant to say, she quickly stood up and walked over to him. She put her hands on Sam's shoulders before leaning forward and pressing her lips against his. The kiss only lasted for a couple of seconds before Luna moved away from Sam.

"Father Marco used to always tell me that you should make memories with the people you care about. We may not see each other for a long time, so I..." Luna tried to say, but stopped herself as Sam stood up. He wrapped an arm around Luna's waist and pulled her close to him.

"I think I know what you mean. Master Lee used to always say something similar," Sam said. The two leaned in and shared another kiss, determined to make a memory that would last a long time.

A woman's loud moans rang out through the large master bedroom. Luna lied naked on her side with one of her legs being lifted up as Sam's cock filled her pussy. His free hand groped one of her breasts as his cock went in and out of her. After they had moved to the bedroom and Sam took her first time, Luna had been eager for more. They had changed positions several times during their night together, with Luna soon finding herself laying on top of Sam. She quickly moved her hips, and when she felt like Sam was close, the pair shared one last kiss before Sam filled her pussy with his cum. The two of then ended up falling asleep in each other's embrace, Sam's cock still inside of Luna.

Early the next morning, after taking a bath together and getting dressed, Sam and Luna left Master Lee's manor together, holding hands. Sam had collected the things he would've needed for a long journey before leaving, not expecting to return for a long time. As the pair walked away from the manor, Sam couldn't help but look back at the house he held so many memories in. From being raised by Master Lee when he had nowhere else to go, to the day he died and the division of the apprentices, and now his first intimate moment with Luna. None of them would be memories he would ever forget as long as he lived. Once the pair had reached the road, the two of them stopped. Sam didn't want to let go of Luna's hand. He wanted her to stay with him. He knew, however, that she had her own important things to take care, as did he.

"We'll meet again, Sam. It may not be right away, but I'm sure that you, me, and the others will see each other again," Luna said to Sam, flashing him a smile.

"Yeah...you're right," Sam replied. Luna let go of Sam's hand, but before she turned away leaned in and planted a kiss on Sam's cheek. A single tear rolled down Luna's face that she quickly wiped away as she turned around.

"I'll see you again, Sam," Luna said before she walked off in the direction opposite to Sam. He watched her go, and once Luna was out of sight, he turned his own direction.

"Master Lee, I will follow in your footsteps. I will guide the next generation, and keep people off the path of darkness. I won't let myself become consumed by darkness like Geraldo, but I won't blindly follow the light, either. I promise you, and I promise all of my friends that I will do this. By giving me a chance to live, when I had nothing, I thank you, Master," Sam said to nobody in particular. He took his first steps forward to an uncertain future in a world recovering from a time of darkness, unaware that, floating on the roof of the manor, a ghostly figure of a muscular man watched the young man make his first steps forward with a proud smile, like a father watching his child move towards the future.

2024-10-31T16:54:59Z

Cuckolding...humiliation

Mia glanced at the big diesel pickup in her driveway and was relieved that her husband had come straight home after work. All it had taken was a vague text message that promised a huge surprise when he got home. Of course, Josh blew up her phone trying to get a clue of what to expect but Mia offered him nothing. Now it was time to deliver what she had promised.

With the car parked in the garage, Mia collected her briefcase and purse, took a deep breath and entered from the garage into their kitchen. Josh looked up from his laptop at the kitchen table, his face beaming with anticipation.

“Ok, what’s this big surprise you couldn’t tell me about, that I had to wait to hear?”

Mia gave him a quick little grin as she set her things down on a chair at the kitchen table. “Oh just hang onto your shorts Honey, let me change clothes first and make supper, it can wait until then. Besides, I’m making your favorite pizza and I want you in a good mood when I give you the big reveal.”

Mia playfully tousled her husbands hair as she slipped by him on her way to their bedroom. So far, so good she thought as she quickly stripped off her blouse and skirt. Hanging them up in the closet she put on a tight pair of white lululemons and one of Josh’s grey sweat shirts with the sleeves cut off. Checking herself in the mirror, Mia removed her bra so that Josh would get a good view of her side boob through the enlarged cutout sleeve holes.

Back in the kitchen she busied herself with making supper as she tried to work out in her mind the questions she was going to ask and how Josh might respond. She needed to keep her cool and not let emotion dictate where and how things went. Facts had to be presented cold and clinical, each one in order, leading to a logical and predetermined result that couldn’t be circumvented.

When the pizza came out of the oven, Mia cut it and placed it on the table. With plates and napkins in place, they sat down together and dug in. Mia studied Josh as he wolfed his supper down, obviously well satisfied with her choice of a meal. Poor guy, she thought, he doesn’t have a clue what’s coming and how his life is going to change.

When Josh slid the last piece of pizza on his plate Mia let go of her first question.

“Josh…do you love me?”

Josh looked up, suddenly wary of where this might go. Mia seldom got into relationship issues, unlike the stories his married friends talked about. The fact that she asked the question told him something was on her mind.

“Well of course I do,” he managed to get out between chewing, “why would you ask…isn’t it obvious?”

“No Josh, it isn’t,” she replied, keeping her voice soft and disarming. “I can’t remember the last time you told me so. I guess since our anniversary is only a week away, our marriage and commitment to each other has been on my mind. Hard to believe it will be seven years…time has gone by so quickly.” She studied his face for a moment before continuing. “Josh, Honey, what do you think of our marriage? How would you rate it? What do you like about it and what do you think needs to be improved?”

Josh began to chew the last of his pizza as slow as possible, stalling for time as he knew he was about to walk into a relationship minefield. This was a question that had no correct answer as far as he could see and the longer he lingered in and around this topic the more uncomfortable it was going to get.

“Well Darling, I think we have a great marriage,” he offered, trying to bring the right amount of confidence to bear. “I mean we are doing great and we seldom ever fight, maybe a little disagreement from time to time but that is only normal. Some of our friends are at each others throats all the time, I don’t know how they live with each other. I think things are fine and we shouldn’t mess with what has worked for seven years.”

“Yeah, that’s about what I thought you’d say Josh, sometimes you are so clueless. Things are not great as you have put it, problems have been building for years. Seven years ago you promised you would go back to school and get a degree as soon as we got established. Through my hard work and a little bit of luck, my career took off within the first two years we were married. Ever since then you have been living off of me. You probably thought there was no penalty for your unkept promise but I can assure you there is. I’m calling the debt on that promise now. But that isn’t the only debt you have incurred in this relationship and I’ll get to that in a moment.”

Josh stared in disbelief as he watched the wheels fall off what he thought was a solid relationship. Sure, he hadn’t thought about going back to college, but why should he? Wasn’t everything going good? Didn’t Mia have a solid career well into six figures? Why should he chase after more money when she made more than enough for the both of them? Why complicate things?

“Josh, this is going to come as a complete surprise but it needs to be said. I am no longer sexually attracted to you.” Holding up a hand she quickly went on. “Please Honey, hold your thought and let me finish. I have always been attracted to men who are successful. Success means strength to me. Men who persevere and overcome to reach a goal just do it for me. When we met you was like that. You talked the talk. You promised to go back to school, get a degree and work toward a career. But you didn’t walk the walk. You decided to live off of me and that is a total turnoff.”

“If our marriage is to survive there needs to be some major and drastic changes made immediately. They won’t be easy, but if you have the stones to stick with it, I know you can work your way back to me. Josh, Honey, I don’t want you to think I’m forcing you into anything you don’t want to do, so I have a plan B for you if you decide it is a better option.”

Mia studied his worried face for a moment before reaching for her briefcase. She slid a hand inside and pulled out a thick manilla envelope, placed it on the table and slowly slid it to her husband.

Panic coursed through Josh’s veins as he saw the title of Barnes, Teale, and Nelson, prominent and well advertised divorce lawyers that were known for their ruthlessness.

“Noooo Mia, no…there’s nothing so wrong with our marriage that it can’t be fixed. Just give me time, I’ll make good on my promise.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that but before we head down that road and the changes we need to make, let me recap what plan B entails. As you obviously know, this house was my inheritance from my Grandmother before we were married. It is not communal property. That decked out truck you are so proud of is mine as is that fancy boat you like to spend most of your free time in. I’ve had seven years to learn how to hide a 401 plan. Oh there is a 401, but there is very little in it and your half amounts to next to nothing. You’ll leave this marriage with nothing but your paltry paycheck that won’t put a roof over your head let alone buy dependable transportation. I suppose you could go live with your parents but you know how that would go. Maybe they won’t let you in the door knowing how you have wasted the last seven years.”

Josh put his elbows on the table and buried his face in his hands. What the fuck, why was this happening now…to him? He couldn’t live with his parents. His Dad had told him point blank that he was going to fuck up a good relationship by not keeping up to her. Now it was coming true. How could he face his friends after living as he had. They had voiced their envy many times at his laid back lifestyle that was supported by his wife. Even they had suggested it might come to an end. Now he sat in a pool of unkept promise that he needed to make right…but how?

In a voice barely above a whisper he asked, “What’s plain A?”

Mia waited for several long seconds before laying out the course of action her husband needed to take. “Plan A allows you to hold your head up and work toward a solution to our problem. No one needs to know anything. You can tell your friends that you have decided to go back to college making it your decision. Tell them whatever you need to, just make sure they, and you, understand that you won’t be around much for some time.”

“As of three o’clock this afternoon I cancelled our join credit card so you no longer have any money. You will need to quit your job and concentrate full time on school. Don’t worry, I’ll give you an allowance so you are not totally broke. But there is more Josh. We need to talk about the other relationship debt you have incurred.”

“As time went on Josh, you started stopping in the bars after work with your friends. You’d come home and drink some more. Then whenever you were in the mood you would paw at me, climb on and do your little pump and dump dance before sliding off and falling asleep. If I wanted an orgasm I had to do it myself.”

“Wait just a minute here Mia, it seems to me you were getting plenty out of it…

“Oh grow up Josh! I’ve been faking orgasms for years so you could feel good about yourself and get done a little quicker. The truth is, sex with you has become loathsome and for the time being we are done. I’ve been nothing but a warm wet hole for you to dump your load in and now that hole is off limits to you. All that time you were getting your rocks off but I had to take care of myself. Now I’m opening that warm wet hole to men who know how to satisfy a woman until that debt has been paid. If you can’t live with that then there’s plan B!”

There was an eerie silence as the force of her words hung over Josh like a wet blanket. He felt like he had been sucker punched and all his air was gone. His eyes burned with redness as he desperately held back tears of regret. He squirmed in his chair as he rubbed his face in his hands and he slowly became aware of the erection building in his pants. For him, that was the most confusing…why…what could possible be arousing about this?

Mia looked at his tortured face and reached her hands for his. Pulling them down from his face she held them in her hands. “Honey, I know this is painful to hear but you need to feel the pain I’ve felt so you can fully understand our predicament. Don’t worry, I’m not going to screw your friends. I’m not going to bed anyone who is remotely associated with our circle of friends. I know how to be discreet. And I won’t cut you off entirely. I’ll jerk you off from time to time as I think you need it, but you will need to learn delayed gratification. Again, no one will know about our arrangement unless you tell them.”

“So, can you live with Plan A?”

“I…I…I…don’t have a choice, do I?”

“Sure you do Honey, I’m not forcing anything on you.”

Josh could not hold his wife’s gaze and looked down at the manilla envelope on the table. “Plan A is all I have to work with…just…just don’t leave me.?

“Don’t worry Baby, so long as you hold up your end I’ll be here for you. There is just one more small thing that goes with plan A tho.”

Mia reached for her purse and withdrew a chastity cage, placing it on the table between them.

“No Mia, not that!”

“Easy Josh, don’t think of it as a prison. Think of it as a palace for your cock. Every moment of every day it will be a reminder of your commitment to us and our marriage. Wearing it will be the greatest anniversary present you could possibly give me. It also signifies the power you have, being able to rebuild this marriage and become the man I need you to be. I think this calls for a little celebration, don’t you? How about I give you a hand job to cement your commitment to us? Would you like that Honey? Tell you what, go get undressed on the couch and I’ll get some lotion and some paper towels.”

Not giving her husband the time to respond, Mia quickly got up and headed down the hall to the bathroom. A smile broke out on her face as she closed the bathroom door behind her. Wow, she thought, that went well and the last seven years were worth it! Now his lazy ass is mine!

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