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The unsuspecting person receiving a DM from "girlstink feetsmells": (I'm JK around)

The pair nodded in acknowledgement of what Wress had said. Another sound of a twig snapping far away had put them all on alert. Their heads swiveled as they looked for any signs of movement or stalking figures through the dense clusters of trees. As silently as the heavy Minotaur and Troll could, they trudged forward. Yet with each step, the grass, leaves, and branches beneath their feet crunched and crackled. Disappointed, they looked down to Wress. Baran held up his hand, signalling that he thought they should stop walking, then he held a finger to his ear. Baran could feel malevolent eyes watching him, staring him down. He switched his axe to his other hand and glanced over at Tartek. The troll was scanning over the trees, also looking, but he wasn't know for his perception. Baran shook his head and held back a sigh. Suddenly, not far off the shuffling of a foot crashed through the dry autumn leaves and split the short lived silence. The jib was up and Baran called out, "Show yourselves!" "Well well well. Looks like we've got some visitors!" came a voice that erupted from the behind the trees. Out stepped a lanky red and orange creature. His wild long hair hung down in fiery red strands. A goatee adorned his pointed chin, which hung below his devilish smirk. A tunic hung about his waist and tufts of hair sprouted along his forearms and legs. The fire troll cast his eyes lustfully over Wress, taking in every curve of her body. A short pudgy troll stepped out on the other side of the trio. He was blue and grey with curly wind swept hair. Then directly behind them, a yellow and white troll emerged. Spiky shards poked out from his joints and he cranked his head to the side, stretching to show his eagerness to fight. A short mow hawk sat above his grinning visage. Surrounded, Tartek loudly cracked his knuckles.

Guilty. Can't keep my dick out of crazy. The next poster has gotten horny at their job.

JK guys

As the voluptuous goblin's assets jiggled as she stepped between the two mighty creatures, their eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the sight. The more demure Baran stole a glance, but quickly turned away, as if he had not been looking. Conversely, Tartek just stared, a toothy grin covering his visage. He was about to let out a satisfied grunt until Baran shot him a disproving look, so the hulking troll simply shrugged carelessly. Thankfully Wress seemed not to notice or if she did, had ignored it. Quietly they made their way out of the tavern and followed the arrows marked on the map Wress held in her hands. Numerous short scribblings adorned the page, things like, "the trolls like to hide behind rocks and trees, just off the path so as to ambush," and "I suspect they have a cave nearby the old bridge." The tiny neat writing suggested that Dorian had written this himself. On the other side of the map, was the wanted poster explaining more about the 3 trolls. At the top was a warning and a list of their crimes. Just below it was the amount of coins to be collected as a reward for their capture or elimination. Then a hand drawn picture of all 3 of them in the middle. Finally, on each side was more details, which read: "The 3 trolls are highly dangerous. Like most trolls that operate solitary or in small groups, these 3 had taken to robbery. But as of late, they have begun to eat and flay numerous travelers. Special caution should be taken as unlike most trolls, these trolls are not of the same element. As pictured, there is 1 fire troll, 1 water troll, and 1 storm troll. Magic users are preferred for a job such as this." Steadily, the trio made their along the path, through the woods, passing the landmarks that signaled that they were close. The small snapping sound of a twig shattered the quiet of the forest. Baran gripped his axe and hunched his shoulders as he stopped in his tracks. Tartek looked at Wress, waiting for her signal.

Hey thanks! I meant to reply to this earlier, it must have gotten lost in the haze of my mind.... I would love to read that guide when you do write it. As far as recommending people, I think everyone is here of the people I know that would be interested in this.

Thanks for the invite! I joined a bunch of clubs when I first joined this site, not knowing how to use them and still never really participating... so I'll add this one to the list! JK JK! Anyway, it looks like you've already got a ton of great resources here.

"Hmmm... yes. Good luck then," Dorian the Gnome replied knowingly. He turned back to his notes and maps and began organizing them for the next adventuring parties to darken his desk. Yet due to curiosity, he still watched from the corner of his gaze until the trio had left the Tavern. Meanwhile, Wress' party mates had listened to the exchange. Tartek, a troll himself, was quite unaccustomed to fear and confident that he could best any other troll. Perhaps he was too confident, but that was just how most trolls were. Besides, Tartek was an earth troll with some unique attributes. "Tartek have pretty lady to cure curse! Need nothing!" he bellowed boldly. Similarly, Baran lifted his axe and let the handle slap down into his other hand. With a smile, he replied, "I have all I need, young one! A warrior like me only needs his courage, his rage, and his mighty axe!" Gripping their respective axe and club, Baran and Tartek nodded wordlessly to the tiny mage. Ready to follow her, for different reasons, the bulky duo step to the left and right to create an opening for the little goblin walk out between them.

What were the dogs in to begin with?

The gnome listened to the tiny voluptuous goblin's response, eyeing her toothy grin and radiating confidence. Wordlessly, he reached under the desk, procuring a map and a sheet of paper. On the map, he marked the location of the tavern as well as an 'X' in a nearby field to the east. "This marks where the trolls were last seen, ma'am. Three trolls for three adventurers, I've no doubt you can handle this. You've also got a copy of the wanted poster for the trolls, listing their crimes and identifying features. On the back of the poster are some scrawlings of mine detailing the attributes of trolls in Olearin. Here," he answered, sliding the papers across the desk to the short green skinned girl. "By the by," he continued, just before the party turned away from him. "You know, there are several weapon and armor shops in the market next door. You might even find a potion seller or some spell scrolls if you are lucky. I mean, just in case you and your... loyal followers... need to get anything before you go," ending his statement with a stifled chuckle.

Deepest darkest desire, huh? All links are NSFW and I hope you enjoy. ********************************************* The work weekend was long, and it was only Saturday night. Worse yet, it was daylight savings time so there would be an hour less of sleep. Hovering over the sink staring at his dad bod, Chris huffed and opened the bottle of melatonin. He knew that it would give him wild and distorted dreams, but he couldn't afford to lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. Quickly he tossed the pill back and gulped a mouthful of water. Before long, he found himself in his bed, enveloped by the sweet embrace of sleep. Predictably, his mind swirled in a stew of Escher-like images. Frantically, he rushed through visions of rooms, hallways, and stairs until he reached a solitary door. Perhaps the machinations of the chthonic gods had come to fruition or maybe the planets had finally aligned but whatever the reason, Chris passed beneath the arch of the door that had the name "|$@8€||@ 2o5€" carved above. Once past the threshold, beyond his body, reality had begun to shift, sculpted by his deepest desires. Across the world, portals began to open and tall Amazonian tomboys marched through. Determination scrawled across their faces, they immediately got to work, subjugating men, women, and governments. The peace of restful sleep receded in the wake of the glory of the morning sun. Through his curtains, the light peeked through, beckoning Chris back into the waking world. Still groggy from the melatonin, he rubbed his eyes and walked to the bathroom. Flashes from the TV and the silhouette of figures on his couch as he walked by caused him to rub his eyes and consider a double take. "Surely I didn't really see that," he told himself, wondering if he had really taken merely melatonin. He pulled out his phone and checked the time. "Fuck! 8:35?!? I'm late for work!" he exclaimed, having overslept by several hours. Tucking his manhood back into his boxers, he dashed toward the kitchen to grab food for the road so at least he'd have eaten something before work. But he stopped short as he was standing face to face with a tall, gorgeous, muscular orc. She was wearing only an apron, which hardly covered the bulging breasts and rippling muscles of the green skinned beauty. From the living room, a chuckling response called out, "Oh sweetie, you won't be going to work!" Before him, the orc smiled and remarked, "Looks like breakfast is ready.... and boy does he look good!" Backing up, Chris stepped into his living room. He cut his head to the side to see two other muscular tomboys sitting on his couch playing video games. The women on the couch put their game down and looked up at him. A devious smile crept over their lips and before he knew it, he found himself with his arms tied behind his back sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. "W-what's happening?" Chris asked, nervously. With a smirk, the raven-haired beauty turned the TV on. The light painted his face and images of the night's events flashed over his eyes. Footage of statues being toppled, bankers and politicians being whipped and rode like horses through the streets, and dictators being tossed into jails zoomed with intensity as the news anchors struggled to explain it. The camera cut to mounds of grey nanobots sculpting factories and farms while one of the tomboys smugly remarked that hunger and scarcity were over. "Fuck..." Chris blurted, crudely and stupidly, his words betraying his understanding. The blonde statuesque goddess tossed her hair back and nonchalantly explained, "You guys messed up. I mean, starvation and slavery were still a thing here! So... yeah, we moved in and unfucked things for you. Now... speaking of fucking..." A wicked smile curved up her lips as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger. Suddenly the discordant shattering of glass interrupted the imminent orgy, and they turned their heads to see a portly man crash through the window and flump onto the ground. Rebounding quickly, he got to his feet and tipped his fedora. The bespectacled man unsheathed a glimmering katana that caught the light with a spectacular shimmer. "You bitches ready to dance?" he taunted as he planted his feet and took a fighting pose. "Uh oh, the male feminist is here," groaned the blonde muscle girl. Wiping Cheetoh crumbles from the front of his shirt, he retorted, "Yes, virgin wizard AND moderator of SEVERAL subreddits! SO, only tomboys showed up. You clearly didn't consider straight women or gay men in conquering our world! So how were THEY gonna have sex, huh?" His pointed words sharper than any blade could ever be, yet it could still not cut the tension that clouded the room. The muscular blonde babe countered, "Ugh, the femboys, bears, and studs haven't arrived yet, ok?" Red in the face, he yelled, "LIES! You're just femcels! Female incels that wanna use us to ride our dicks! Disgusting SEMEN DEMONS, You'll NEVER take my virginity alive!" With the hand clutching his blade, he curled his arm back. He turned to Chris and extending his free hand cried, "Take my hand, I'll save you!!" Still tied to the chair in his boxers, Chris blinked, incredulously. The awkward silence hung in the air like an unrequited high-five and laughter erupted around the room. Shaking his head, Chris stammered, "Dude, look around... I don't WANT to be saved." Distraught and red in the face, he screamed, "Touch grass, you cringe losers!" He spun around, clamoring to the window as the dark-haired goth tapped a small touch pad and called out, "Code 3! Suspect 416 is here and trying to escape!" As the reddit moderator belted his way across the lawn, portals opened from above, and tomboys rappelled down in riot gear. Within seconds, Chris watched as the last hope of humanity was hogtied and hauled away. Looking up at the three women, Chris asked with concern, "They're... they're not gonna hurt him, right?" The light chuckle from the goth babe spelled it out, though she still laid it bare, saying, "Sweetie, they're gonna drain his balls. In fact, he's no longer a virgin." She held up the pad with a grin, continuing, "Wanna see?" Rapidly shaking his head, Chris blurted out, "Nah, I'm good..." "Ahem," interjected the massive orc goddess. "Let's get back to the task at hand, huh?" She stated as she calmly dropped the apron to expose her sculpted yet voluptuous body. She dragged her hand sensually across Chris' body as she walked around behind him, like a predator circling a delicious slab of meat. As she moved, Chris took in every curve and line on her painfully hot body. Her massive breasts bounced with each step and his eyes traced down from the ridges of her abs to her thick thighs, perfectly shaved pink slit, and toned butt. Now standing behind him, her hands slid across his chest and belly while her hot breath tickled his neck. He gasped as her tongue began to tickle his ear lobe and her fingers slid up his body and dove through his hair. "My my! What a bad boy, you NEED to get punished!" proclaimed the dark-haired babe. A devious grin adorned her visage as the three women had completely surrounded him. With a yank, his boxers were instantly down around his ankles and his face turned red as he endured their giggles. "Hey, wait, let's-" he stuttered as he tried to hold on to his fleeting modesty. The blonde and dark-haired tomboys got on their knees and still giggling, gently cupped his manhood. "We're gonna have soooo much fun with you!" they teased. Before long, the blonde woman stood up, flexed her thin athletic muscles and turned around. She bent down, squatting to plant her absolute dumptruck ass in his lap and began to grind wildly. Chris' biology had completely taken over and his hard-on raged upward, desperate to enter into the gorgeous woman's tightness. Back and forth, she wiggled her heart shaped ass, letting him feel that she was wet but never letting him get close enough to penetrate her. For hours, they teased him. They took turns giving him an agonizingly slow blowjob. They dragged their tongues up his shaft, sucked his balls, but pulled away before he got close. Then they curled their fingers around his shaft, milking his throbbing pole as it begged and leaked pre-cum. Yet each time, they stepped away from the precipice release. "Beg us. Beg us to let you cum. You know you wanna cum all over us. Now, beg for it, little man," the raven-haired goth commanded. She straddled his lap, her knuckles white as she gripped a crop whip. "Please! Please let me cum, I'm begging you!" Chris dutifully answered, his cock yearning to fire off spunk and release the pressure from his heavy hanging balls. The girls smirked as they cut their eyes to look at each other. The goth babe placed the crop whip in Chris' mouth and lowered her hips down. "Good boy. That's it, let it all out. Give your mommy and her friends what they want," she purred. With everything in him, Chris tossed his hips up, thrusting and slapping against her. His cock finally entered her tight wetness and he pumped into her, humping the seductive beauty in his lap. As he got close, the woman hopped off, yet she brought her hand down and continued to jerk him off. The blonde babe and orc girl got down on their knees in front of him. His heart pounded and his breath quickened. Deep inside, the tension built from hours of being edged washed over and he was launched from Earth to ecstasy. His skin tingled and his cock twitched beneath the tight grip of the dazzling dark-haired cutie. His cock pulsed against her fingers as they slid over the ridge of his cock, stopping at the tip. Throbbing forward, his cock let loose an arc of sperm that landed on the girls. Unable to stop the torrent raging through his body, he groaned as he dumped load after load onto their pretty faces until his balls were totally drained. Finally, with a sigh, the orgasm faded and the pleasure splintered back into the abyss. The girls winked and began to lick the cum from each other's faces. As they lapped up the white hot seed running down their chins, their tongues met and soon, so did their lips. They began to make out, giving Chris an incredible show. Gasping, Chris suddenly realized something and blurted out, "Shit, I still haven't had breakfast."