Practicing Familiars

practicing familiars

[Fuckgirl Yan stalks leads Feminine Reader home from work, a large puddle of water separating them from the other side of the street]

Reader: Crap. I just bought these shoes-

Fuckgirl Yan: You know I can carry you across if you just ask.

Reader: Don't bother. Hold.

[Reader takes off their shoes and hands them to her, hoisting the woman onto their shoulder as they march across - setting her down on the dry ground]

Fuckgirl Yan, hiding her blushing face with a hand: Well, damn. That woke up... several things in me. Shit- Do something like that again and you're gonna make me run down and buy a ring on the spot.

Cabernet has super long hair and she's able to control vines, and I think if she was a monster she'd be a Harionago. It's a yokai in Japanese folk lore that is a woman with super long hair that she is able to control.

This monster doesnt really fit her powers but I think it'd be pretty cool

I actually think that’s a really cool monster idea, anon! :0

I can imagine the poor Researcher being tangled up in Cabernet’s long hair, trying to reach her notebook so she can write down this extraordinary experience, but Cabernet is playing keep away by using her hair to pull your notebook out of your grasp…

“Now why would you want to stuff your face in that notebook when you could stuff it in me…” Cabernet would purr as she uses her long, spindly hair to tie you down and restrain your movements for her pleasure. While you whine because you are unable to write down in your notes as Cabernet fucks you, you can’t complain much as the experience of having her tongue-fuck you middair using her hair, is too good to even pass up.

As you shakily recover from the exhilarating bondage sex you had with Harionago! Cabernet, you can only write a few notes in your notebook, as Cabernet had possessively wrapped her arms and hair around you, keeping you glued to her and restricting your movements.

Your barely comprehensible from your encounter with Harionago Cabernet:

- Harionago hair is very strong. Can’t move.

- Good tongue skill.

- Possesive.

Ooo! I have a couple more thoughts on the Devil!Eirene post if you don't mind me thirsting for a bit? 😍 Okay, so since we know Researcher has a habit of sketching the various monster cocks she comes across, I imagine Eirene's probably a little taken aback when this adorable nerd absolutely whips out her sketchbook with the intent of drawing every detail of the dick in front of her. And I'm sure a devil like Eirene is probably already pretty big when flaccid, but the way Researcher starts drawing her with such attentive detail. Then, when Researcher gets permission to touch her in order to get a better look at the ribbed texture and scales of her cock, well... Eirene can't help but get even bigger at that point! 😯 Big enough to where Researcher doesn't even have to hold her cock up to see all those lovely, textured details! Let's be real here, Researcher probably still touches her cock more anyway... 😏 And the way this devil gets so possessive at night! Eirene probably fucks Researcher on every available surface in the cathedral: on the floors, against the walls, along the pews, and definitely on the altar! 😌 Researcher distractedly makes a note of how much Devil!Eirene enjoys that last one based on much the ribbed cock inside her seems to flare just the slightest bit more... By the time Devil!Eirene fucks Researcher to the point of exhaustion, she spoons the human from behind, wrapping her devil wings around her little mate to keep her warm against the cold tiles. Her hot cock does the same thing as she remains hilted inside the silken sheath of the Researcher's pussy. If she keeps enough of her cum inside, maybe she'll get to have little devils with her favorite human one day... Meanwhile, Priest Oak Casket probably sighs when she sees how much of her cathedral's been defiled when she arrives in the morning. - 🌙 anon

Oughhh this is so hot. I also love the idea that Oak Casket was actually the owner of the cathedral that Devil! Eirene was summoned in, and by the time she gets back, all she sees is that the ritual had been completed, there are some questionable white “stains” everywhere, and there are traces of human hair found that look suspiciously like the Researcher’s… (because it is)

Now, at the time that Oak Casket discovered that Devil! Eirene had been summoned, Oak Casket hadn’t met the Researcher yet. However, upon realizing that a contract had been created between the Devil and the human that finished the ritual, Oak takes an interest in finding this human, as it’s rare for humans to form a contract with devils through sex. She takes a peculiar interest in studying this human’s soul, and makes it her new goal to track down this human and find them.

I’m not sure what kind of monster Oak Casket would be but I think she’d be a Lich, an undead eldritch spellcaster that defied death and continued living. She’d notice that the Researcher had left her blood still fresh on the blade, and after one taste of it, Lich! Oak Casket is able to cast a spell to try to track her down…

Careful now Researcher, Devil! Eirene wasn’t the only monster to follow you out of the cathedral. Now you have a Devil and a Lich gunning for your soul 😨

you're finally part of the "Angell's housewives" club, how does it feel, miss angey? do you also daydream of bathing with Angell and getting rid of the bloody stench surrounding her while also gently tracing her scars and muscles?

Yes.

Have you seen how defined her abs are through her shirt???

Those are definitely rock hard. Imagine standing with Angell under the shower, the hot water running down both of your naked bodies as you trail your hand down her abs and scrub off any dried blood or dirt. Her scars make her skin rough, but it feels amazing against you. Angell’s tall, sturdy body looming over you and practically caging you into the wall of her shower, heavy breaths leaving her mouth as she watches you clean her oh so tenderly.

And…if you let your hand wander lower, you might even hear Angell gasp a little…

"Would you still love me if I was rotting?"

It's a simple question.

Their breath tickles your ear. It's impossible to escape their scent wrapped in their favorite jacket. There came a point in time where they'd sooner give the skin off their back than let someone else wear it, but their feeling changed as all things do.

"Silly. That's not how this question goes. You're supposed to say "Would you still love me if I was a worm."

"This is my version. Would you still love me if my body was rotting? If my skin became leathery. If the lips you kissed every night before bed cracked and tore, giving way to my yellowing teeth. If the light fades from my eyes, hollow and empty. If I was unable to move from your bed anymore due to the decay of my tendons, would you still love me?"

The pause has you fearing they began to rot before you. The fingers tenderly brushing your cheek tell you otherwise.

"Hmm.... Yup! I'd give you bits of my own flesh so you always look your best. I'd carve you new eyes out of glass so you'd still be able to see me. I'd kiss your teeth all the same - there's no pair of lips out there I could stitch onto yours that would feel the same. Tie strings to your tattered wrists and ankles so we can still see the word together. I'd bathe you, sleep next to you, cry with you, rot with you. So, yes - I'd still love you if you were rotting. It gives me a new version of you to cherish."

"..... You're a freak."

"I know~ But I'm your freak and that makes it okay."

".....Thank you."