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***Here's your one and only warning ⚠️
1. My content isn't for minors, if you're a minor - bounce. I don't make the rules but I play by them. See ya in a few years.
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2. I don't do trigger warnings. I write grown adult topics. Your boogeyman may not the same as everyone else's and I don't cater to one and leave everyone else out. Practicality, says you can't cover everyone all the time. So, let's all agree if you stay and read, you do so taking your comfort as your responsibility. If you have triggers, have a trusted person in your life pre-screen stories for you.
3. If you don't like the rules? Well, guess what... There's only one vote that counts on this blog 👇 (TMNT fans get it)
4. Let's have some f*cking fun!
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TMNT Shenanigans
Teasing Leo video
Turtle Texts / Group Texts
Raph's shoulders to cry on meme
Raph just nutted meme
Raph's Goblin that d!ck meme
Mikey flirting meme text
Raph sex meme text
BOOKSHELF
[Zeez] Bring me a dream (pt 1)
Character 1, video teaser
The Wendigo Cometh video
Teaser #1
Teaser #2
Teaser #3
Teaser #4
Teaser #5
Teaser #6
Sneak Peek World Map
What happens at Port Poda?
Delilah & Nix
Fun TikTok Visuals:
Early annoucement
Peen sneak peek
Fun Mothman post
Damn, this is me all day long.
Resources
Drawing help
Some of us fought our own perils this week to get this out. Ha. Enjoy!
Something Beastly…
Teaser #2
Male Beast x Female Human
Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only
{From @turtle-babe83 : As most of you know, @exovapor (aka @wynndigogh ) and I have been working on a side project that is not TMNT related. We are going to release some shorter stories from our upcoming novel a little bit at a time on both this blog and @wynndigogh’s blog. This story continues from the first teaser. Here’s another little nibble of what’s to come….}
She feels the vibrations before she hears them. The dense rumble, like far off thunder, disturbs the water just a couple of feet in front of her. His deep, baritone bellow sends a shockwave through the water causing anticipation to shiver down her spine and a gush of expectation to escape from her core. Just below the water’s surface, his hands, calloused and rough from years of axe wielding and battle training, slide up the outside of her thighs with surprising gentleness, squeezing experimentally every few inches. He lifts his enormous head up from the lagoon, the cascading water forming rivulets in the divots of his hide and admires the faint flush coloring that fans across the curving planes of her chest and neck. With the pool to amplify the sound, his next low is louder, guttural, and menacing. A territorial sound not meant for her ears, but broadcast for those of his kind, a clear and dominant demand. Any other males nearby will recognize the warning.
He is thankful for his shorter snout as he brushes his lips across hers. Instantly, her mouth opens in invitation, and he is swift to plunge deep, tasting her eagerly. She melts against him, folding her smaller frame into the arches of his muscles, succumbing to his appetite without hesitation. She knows deep in her heart that it will always be like this. She will crave him to the end of her days.
…SOMETHING BEASTLY THIS WAY COMES
TO BE CONTINUED
@harlownoire
Mmmm....getting spicy 🌶. We're so excited to bring you these new characters, each with their own back stories. We can't wait for you to meet them and fall in love.
Something Beastly…
Teaser #3
Male Beast x Female Human
Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only
{From @turtle-babe83 : As most of you know, @exovapor (aka @wynndigogh ) and I have been working on a side project that is not TMNT related. We are going to release some shorter stories from our upcoming novel a little bit at a time on both this blog and @wynndigogh’s blog. This story will continue later. Here’s a little taste of what’s to come….}
As he ravages her mouth, his tongue drinking greedily from her honeyed pout, his big hands encircle her waist with ease. She’s a shapely, luscious woman, full bodied with curves so dangerous she needs her own warning signs, but no one has ever made her feel small like this lover. His hands easily dwarf her form, making her seem as petite as some of her traveling companions. With a flick and a flex of a few powerful muscles, he easily pushes her back through the water, coaxing her into more secluded surroundings. She moans into his kiss as the water’s cascading curtain plunges over their unified form. Behind the waterfall, he finds a smooth flat stone at the front edge of the cavern and gently lays her back. He is struck by the sight of her laying there with rivulets of water glistening and sliding across her skin, now pebbled with goosebumps from the cool cavern’s air. Her eyes burn with a hunger only he can quench. His heart swells, even as his loins ache with need. She widens her legs in invitation with a coy smile, knowing exactly how she affects him.
Easing down to his knees in the balmy pool, his snout is eye level with her opening, and he leans into take a deep breath. Inhaling her scent into his lungs, he feels her essence invade him from the inside out, feeding his hungry bestial nature to rut. Another bone-shaking churr rumbles into the water signifying his desire, echoing back from the cavern and surrounding her from all sides. He grasps her legs firmly but with care, placing them over his shoulders, preparing to feast.
She bites her lip to keep from moaning, watching as this seven foot behemoth with razor sharp teeth touches her with such tenderness. She finds herself utterly astonished. Careful of the sharp claws on the ends of his fingertips, he slides his hands under her thighs to her posterior. Grabbing the cheeks of her ass, he lifts them like an offering before taking his first sip. His tongue slides from hole to hole, causing her anus to clench involuntarily and her pussy to weep in appreciation. He gathers her juices with each lick, his rough taste buds causing their own shocking sensation that she can’t wait to relive. Drawing them into his mouth and smacking his thick lips, he purrs like a kitten tasting mother’s milk. She can’t help but giggle at the sight of this fierce, deadly predator humming and vibrating at the taste of her. His eyes focus on her lovely face, watching her reactions as his tongue slides through her folds with dual purpose: to accept all that her body has to offer and to bring her to new heights of ecstasy.
…SOMETHING BEASTLY THIS WAY COMES
TO BE CONTINUED
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Something Beastly…
Teaser #4
Male Beast x Female Human
Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only
{From @turtle-babe83 : As most of you know, @exovapor (aka @wynndigogh ) and I have been working on a side project that is not TMNT related. We are going to release some shorter stories from our upcoming novel a little bit at a time on both this blog and @wynndigogh’s blog. This story continues from the first teaser. Here’s another little nibble of what’s to come….}
With each measured lick, a pressure soon begins building low and her head begins to toss from side to side as her body seeks ways to alleviate the mounting tension. His churrs become a steady vibration, like a deeper version of a purr, and she adds to his song with her soft moans. Her rolling hips keep his snout bobbing to keep tempo with her, this erotic dance of tongue and slick skin grows desperate as the pressure builds to a crescendo. His name falls from her lips like a prayer, as she hangs on the precipice of desire, and what deity would deny such an offering?
His aching need to watch her combust before him draws his thumb to her clit, circling the sensitive nub rapidly, as his tongue delves deep inside her heat. Her juices drip unabatedly from his chin as he drives her higher and higher. A deeper churr reverberates up from his chest the moment he feels her silken walls begin to clench and pulsate around the thick muscle of his tongue. The overstimulation of the in-human ability, the trembling force, extorts a wailing moan from her lips that echoes back from the cavern walls. He holds her tightly to his mouth as she convulses wildly, not halting his actions until his goddess finally stills her undulating hips.
He pulls back and looks over her flushed skin and swollen folds. She is so stunningly beautiful that he feels she is a gift from the Gods, finally repaying the wrongs of his life. She smiles sweetly as she basks in the glory of her release, enjoying a moment of peace that has been so rare in her life of late. When he stands and looms over her, his lengthy cock proudly erect, she licks her lips and holds her arms out to her “monster-man”, her lover. Without a moment’s hesitation she utters a single word with such firm command, “Come.”
Water rolls down his powerful body adding to sensual atmosphere. The moonlight, dancing and shifting through the waterfall, highlights both his sharp angles and his prominent muscles. Her eyes roam all over his body, taking time to admire the beauty of his unusual form. As he prepares to mount her, he answers her command with a wicked smirk.
“Oh sweetness, I plan to”.
…SOMETHING BEASTLY THIS WAY COMES
This is all of this scene, these two characters, that we’ll share for now. We’ll move on and introduce more of our characters and backstories in the following weeks.
Let it all begin!!!
Something Beastly…
Teaser #5
{Enjoy the next round of teasers from @wynndigogh and @harlownoire! Sorry it’s been two weeks since our last post, illness has kicked both our asses!}
Warning: Language and hints of violence
The sun-dappled leaves flutter in the slight breeze as morning melts into a warm afternoon. A branch bobs as a feisty squirrel lands and races away from her playmate, chittering when he lands behind her within seconds. Birds call and a lone woodpecker’s staccato rhythm echoes. Then it all comes to an abrupt stop.
How did they get here? How did this happen?
Only minutes ago, they were on a girls’ getaway, the trip of a lifetime. Giggling at inside jokes, singing along with the radio at the top of their lungs, and reminiscing about their teenage years. Now, her heart was pounding as they rashly crash through the dense foliage of the surrounding woods that they were just admiring from her car’s windows.
‘This is insane’, she thinks as her feet pound into the spongy moss-covered ground. The thick scent of earth fills her nostrils with the fragrance of pine, ferns, and dirt, topped with the spice of decaying underbrush. She huffs from the exertion, the adrenaline in her veins pushing her past her normal activity limit. She barely notices the rivulets of sweat as they roll from her hairline down around her flushed face. ‘Running for your life, or at least your virtue, will do that to a person,’ she muses from the verge of hysteria.
Loud above the women’s ragged breathing, she swears it sounds like their seedy shouts are coming from all around them as they push deeper and deeper into the thicket. Their taunts spew sordid and disgusting, and oh god, they sound so close!
‘These men must know these woods’, the recognition hits her square in the chest like a sledgehammer.
‘Dear God, what are we going to do?’
…SOMETHING BEASTLY THIS WAY COMES
Just in case you didn't catch it, Teaser #6 was released this week.
This story is so much fun. It has adventure, mythology, romance (of course with very detailed scenes) and characters to die for...don't miss out on the adventure!
Something Beastly
Teaser #6
{Enjoy the next round of teasers from @wynndigogh and @harlownoire!}
Warning: Language and hints of violence
She can hear their footsteps now. God, they are so close!
The two frantic women push their tired legs harder, trying to gain distance between them and their pursuers. But the brush is so thick it grabs at their hips and thighs, wrapping around their legs, entangling their feet, and threatening to pull them down at any moment.
The surrounding woods have gone silent, the birds and timber critters have stopped chattering to listen to the desperate chase that is taking place. The air is thick with the telltale sounds of limbs cracking, the pounding thump of feet on dirt, the frantic rasps of prey struggling to breathe, and the encouraging howls of a hunt nearing its end.
She can hear them. Dear God, she can hear them in every direction! There is nowhere to flee from the howls and the vocalizations, any direction that they choose will send the frightened women right into one of the stalkers.
Seeing a very large hardwood in front of her, she grabs her fair-haired friend’s hand and pulls her towards the tree. The trunk is wide and stout. It will hopefully provide enough cover while they hide behind it to get their bearings.
There has to be a way to cut through their pursuers’ encircling line, she just needs a moment to think. Fuck, just a moment to listen and come up with a plan. As they huddle behind their shield of bark, the atmosphere is rife with tension at the horrifying sounds of the thicket cracking and splitting all around them. It's too late! The monsters are closing in!
With rising panic and the need for urgency, they are just about to sprint forward when a new crack is heard, this time from overhead.
A storm of leaves rains down from above as a heavy, ground-shaking thump is felt on the earth in front of where they cower in fear.
An ear-splitting guttural roar pierces the woodland like a spear. The force of the blasting sonance produces shockwaves that vibrate her insides and cause her heartbeat to stutter and falter.
When they dare to peek, the friends cannot believe their eyes. This wasn't one of the monsters pursuing them. This creature was unlike anything they had ever seen before…
…SOMETHING BEASTLY THIS WAY COMES
So, how do you like your beastly men?
Armed and ready? Or, soft and purring?
I want to put it in my mouth!
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**ATTENTION** ONE AND ALL.
The ladies taking my world by storm...
Just a couple of my heroines. I'm in love with them, so I thought I would share.
My mind is always over-analyzing, trying to follow tangents and connections, which causes my writing process to be slow. It's much easier for me to write when I have visuals to keep me focused. [I know some of you can relate!]
I have visuals of my heroes, but those will have to remain with me for the time being. (Delilah is resting close to one now).
I LOVE CREATING!
Reblogging to update,
It is my plan to have to have this story posted by 8pm EST tomorrow, Friday June 14th.
If I'll stop my OCD about trying to make it perfect, the writing would go much faster lol.
[Leo, step back in my mind and allow essy-Mikey drive for a bit...please!]
It's a delicate thing putting a character I've literally dreamed of in the world for others to critique.
Ah, nerves.
Anyhow, wish me luck as I try to polish it up and get it done.
But, 1st pool, exercise, & sun, then writing! Mental health priorities!
Oh...and strangely enough my boss and co-workers ate interested in reading my books once I'm done...so random...so weird....but also encouraging.
Are you a monster lover?
Bring me a dream...
You stand brushing your teeth in an outdated bathroom.
The light over the vanity appears to be from the sixties and considering the way the bulb flashes and surges every few seconds with a zz-ut-zhut sound, it may be that old as well.
The light it gives off is yellow and dull; however, you aren’t very sure you’d like a bright view of that bathroom anyway. The tub, sink, and toilet have more rings than the Olympics logo and the faucets are pockmarked with rust.
The tiny mosaic flooring tiles are missing in random spots and the bold floral designed wallpaper, which you are sure at one time contained bright yellows, oranges and greens, is now a faded façade that is barely clinging to the walls.
You roll your eyes and spit the last of the toothpaste foam from your mouth, “Not exactly the Hilton, but a bed is a bed.”
With a sigh you exit the small washroom, opting to leave on the flickering yellow light and close the door just enough to for it to act as a nightlight. You are single, traveling alone, and unfamiliar dark rooms are intimidating. The sliver of light from the bathroom brings you some small amount of comfort, no matter the poor quality.
You walk stiffly through the small motel room. After two straight days of driving, with little rest, your body feels like stone. In your overly caffeinated, yet insanely exhausted, state you are trying to remember exactly why you thought driving from Georgia to your job interview in Oregon would be a good idea.
Ah, yes, Skinwalker Ranch.
You started watching the spooky series on the History channel months ago and have become obsessed with the thought of other-worldly portals that connect our world to places unknown. In a misguided a-ha moment you decided to drive, instead of fly, so that you could pass through Gusher, Utah just to be close to the supposed interdimensional portals.
You know getting on the actual ranch will be a no-go, but you want to be in the town, as close as possible to the actual ranch, just to see if anyone has tales of their own to share of extraordinary happenings in the area.
So, that is how you ended up in this rundown motel pretty much in the middle of nowhere.
With a sigh, you pull back the old comforter on the bed, noting the dingy sheets with a shutter. You hesitate for just a moment, contemplating if you should put leggings under your oversized tee shirt, but your tired body encourages you to tough it out. Reluctantly, you crawl into the bed.
Since your last coffee was only an hour ago, a desperate attempt to make it to Gusher before your heavy eyelids forced you to stop, you are a little too wired to just drift off to sleep. So, you pull out the latest creature-feature romance novel that you’ve been reading and turn to your ear-marked page. You will read until the caffeine-kick wears off.
The small room is quiet except for the faint zz-ut-zhut from the blinking bathroom light.
In fact, the whole motel is as quiet as a graveyard. You doubt any of the other rooms have occupants in them. The parking lot was empty, and the front desk clerk seemed genuinely surprised to be checking someone into the establishment.
You twist to your left side, trying to get the aged lamp beside your bed to illuminate your book’s page. You need to see the details clearly; the story is just getting spicy.
The story’s heroine has been fighting a growing attraction to her Centaur field-guide, whom she hired to lead her through a dangerous forest. A recent Trogg attack has the suppressed protagonist clinging to the Centaur’s broad equine back as he races her to safety. The author is detailing the baritone sound of his huffs of exertion, the heated moisture coating his muscles, and how the heroine is enjoying the bouncing rhythmic friction of the chaotic ride just a little too much.
You subconsciously swallow and rub your stacked legs together out of need. You feel a slight ache in your nether region followed by the tell-tale sign of slick starting to gather at your entrance. You shift your position, and the bedsprings protest with a squeak and a hiss.
You flip the page in your book, and you are halfway through the first sentence at the top of the page when the thought finally registers in your tired mind, did the bed just hiss?
You lower your paperback book to scan the bed and the dimly lit room. The fossil-age lamp beside your bed and the sliver of yellow bathroom light illuminates the area around the bed decently enough but they do little to chase away the deep shadows in the far corners of the room.
Oh, how you hate the dark. Ever since you were a child, you always felt like the darkness itself was watching. Watching and waiting.
The longer you look at the shadows of the room, the more your skin wants to crawl with goosebumps. You know it’s silly and that it is probably just your anxiety of being alone in an unknown space, but that same feeling of being watched surfaces in the back of your mind.
However, after a moment of observation, nothing seems amiss. With a shiver and a shake, you turn your attention back to your book.
By the middle of the page, the heroine is reaching her peak bouncing up and down on the Centaur’s back. You are fully invested in her ride, fantasizing about riding astride the strong creature yourself. As your mind wanders, your body reacts to the imagery. Your nipples harden under your nightshirt and your internal temperature peaks causing you to sweat. You throw off your covers and start to fan yourself with your book, when you hear a muted in-take of breath, like a soft gasp.
In shock and fear, you bolt into a sitting position, “Who’s there?”, you call out in panic.
Your eyes and ears strain for clues. The only movement and sound coming from the flickering bathroom light.
Seconds tick by, counted off by the zz-ut-zhut of the old light bulb.
The stillness growing into an uneasy stalemate.
You shift nervously on the bed. Preparing, waiting. Yet, nothing happens.
Slowly, your racing heart begins to ease. The muscles around your eyes begin to relax as your body adjusts to burning through the last of your caffeine-high just now.
As your eyelids grow a bit heavy, a yawn surfaces. Your face contorts in the yawn, your eyelids shielding most of your vision. That’s when you see it, a flash of light deep in one of the room’s shadows.
No, that isn’t right. It wasn’t a light, there were two. You saw two flashes of light, almost like the blink of dual fireflies, in the corner across from you.
You quickly stifle the yawn, blinking back the reflexive tears from your eyes, and stare hard at the space. Only, the lights don’t reappear.
Was it your imagination? Is your fatigued brain experiencing hallucinations?
You focus hard on the corner, and you see something…at least, you think you do.
Is that…a shadow?
For a moment it’s there and then, with the next blink of your eyes, it’s gone again. Was something there?
You strain to see. Your eyes sting with dryness and feel gritty, even as tears from your yawn leak from the corners. You squeeze your eyes shut repeatedly, trying to lubricate them. Surely, you’ll be able to blink away the fog that seems to be forming on your pupils, obscuring your vision. However, no matter how many times you try, your eyes refuse to focus. You use the heel of your free hand to rub one orbital, in a pitiful attempt to literally wipe away the opaque quality of your vision.
Deep in the corner, the shadow flickers into existence and two glowing orbs reappear. The orbs aren’t the luminous bottoms of bugs, they are two glowing eyes staring straight at you.
For just a moment, shorter than a gasp, your heart stops. Pausing in stillness, preparing for the surge.
Then, with the quickness of a lightning strike, the adrenaline jolts through your system. Your heartrate spiking, sending blood to your muscles, preparing you for fight and flight.
You instinctually shriek and fling the book in your hand at the tall form in the darkness while simultaneously rolling off the far side of the bed with a resounding thud.
“Tsk, tsk, is that any way to treat a coveted possession?”
The voice that you hear from your hiding spot beside the bed is masculine. It has an elegant cadence with an accent you can’t place. It sounds otherworldly, almost ethereal, and yet hollow, like it’s muffled. The sound of a male voice inside the room with you triggers the third fear response, freeze.
You are utterly frozen in place on the grimy carpet, your mind racing. Who is it? How did he get in? What does he want? The sound of soft footsteps interrupts the chaos storming through your mind. The footfalls are coming closer.
Over the lip of the mattress, you see a dark hooded figure leisurely making his way around the bed. You just stare with wide eyes as he comes to a stop at the foot of the bed, stares down at you, and tilts his head to the side inquisitively.
Is it panic or shock that has your back glued to the floor, your body unable to move, or is it awe?
The man, no – that isn’t right, it can’t be right.
The being standing over you has swirling, glowing eyes. You watch as the color of those luminous orbs shift and twirl in tones of blue, white, violet, and gold. They are oddly mesmerizing and unnerving at the same time. Just as your mind starts to get those in their depths, he breaks eye contact, and you watch those shimmering rings of light trace a line down your body, lingering with interest on the peaks of your nightshirt and the exposed swatch of your lacy underwear.
After a long pause at your lacy covered apex, those shining eyes blaze white and lift to make eye contact with you, “My lady, I do believe you are in need of my assistance”. His eloquent, ethereal voice placing emphasis on the word ‘need’.
The bedside lamp casts enough light to reveal his face beneath the hood. His eyes aren’t just floating orbs, they are pupils set in a pair of elongated eyes, framed high and tight by steep cheek bones. His skin, a deep velvety blue with sparkling specks that catch and reflect the light, resembling a starry night sky. You can only see a small portion of skin around his eyes, and you understand why his voice sounds muffled, he’s wearing a mask over the lower half of his face.
You hear screaming. It takes you a moment to realize the sound is coming from yourself. Your voice sounds so far away, like you are having an out-of-body type of experience.
The creature…being…man, whatever he is, raises his finger to his masked mouth and issues a command, “Shhhhhhhh”.
A glimmering tendril of some type of floating substance, ribbons out from his hand, wafting over you, and stealing your panic. Like a drug, your body starts to feel heavy and your voice stalls in your throat.
“Allow me to help you”, his foreign accent drawls out from behind his mask. The shapes of his swirling eyes pinching thin, in what could be a cheeky grin, as he reaches down and takes your delicate hand in his indigo colored one, pulling you to your feet, your body just obeying.
Standing toe to toe it is apparent that this being is tall, at least 6’4” because your petite frame is only reaching the top of his chest.
You are staring up into those hypnotic eyes when you feel him grip your chin. His fingers are tipped with dark claws, and he is careful not to stab them into the tender flesh of your face.
“Are you hurt?”, he questions behind his barrier, “Maybe I should check, eh?”
His long eyes turning cheshire-shaped from another impish grin. You are feeling too dazed to protest when his free hand glides over your shoulders, down one of your sides, and pauses on your hip, gripping into the amp flesh.
“Who-what are you”, your words come out slow and groggy.
“Hmmmm, I am called many things by your kind, faerie, demon, Sonnaya Tuchka, Ole Lukøje, Pesochnyy chelovek, we call ourselves Zeez; however, my favorite is your tongue, what you called me when you were youngling.”
The creature pauses staring at you; your transfixed dreamy stare telling him that you were not processing his words as quickly as he is speaking. He watches patiently as the information clicks into place in your mind, your eyes widening ever so slightly with the realization that you two have met before.
“You, my desert flower, called me The Sandman. But, if you wish, you may call me by given name Der.”
Der’s face loses its brash flirtatiousness and takes on a more somber look, his eyes phasing more blue, as he releases your chin to run his outside of forefinger down the side of your cheek. The action doesn’t feel intrusive or offensive, it feels more familiar…sad.
Your gaze swipes lazily across his face as your mind tries to fight through the haze clouding it. You take in the colors and reflecting light of his skin, those enthralling eyes, and then your sight slides down to his covering.
“Why do you wear a mask?”
You watch the tall being’s shoulders shake with a huffing laugh, “Always the curious one. You asked me the same thing when you were much smaller.”
He lifted a claw tapping the hard mask, the sound telling you it is made of some type of hardened leather or shell of some kind, “This is the burden of my kind, if we wish to remain culturally acceptable and welcomed in our world.”
Your forehead draws together in confusion.
Der’s eyes twinkle with mischief as he continues, “My kind’s verbalizations can be very persuasive without a filter to cushion its affects. The other species of my world grew tired of losing partners to my kind’s talented tongues.”, he finishes with a wink.
Ah, his words are as beguiling and seductive as his eyes and the mask acts as his muzzle. Interesting.
Maybe it’s the fact that you were nose deep in a creature-feature smut book just prior to his arrival, or the fact that you haven’t been laid in longer than you’d like to admit, but your mind betrays you. An intrusive thought pops up out of nowhere, and your inner voice wonders just how tantalizing a sexual experience with this Zeez would be.
You feel Der’s glowing eyes on your face and, almost as if he reads your mind, the swirling vortexes of his pupils surge from a golden hue to bright white. You watch the glowing whirlpools circle into ever deeper depths, pulling you under with their currents.
One moment you are standing in a dingey motel room with this otherworldly creature, the next you are sinking in a sea of sand. The particles rush up your body as you sink further into the abyss. Your nightshirt is lifted from your body and pulled away by the grit’s undertow.
Down you slide through the bottleneck of the sandy spiral, landing carefully on a bed of dark mist. The hooded Zeez astride above you, smiling like a cat who ate the canary, behind his thick face mask, at the sight of your topless form on display for him.
“I have waited a long time for you to ask this of me”, Der purrs in his ethereal accent. His indigo hand reaches up and detaches the muzzle from his lower face, revealing the remainder of his deep velvet skin and a wide fanged smile framed by a delectable set of dark blue lips.
Feeling self-conscience and exposed under his blazing glare, and his smile that is barely hiding some vicious looking teeth, your arms crisscross over your breasts in a protective manner.
“I-I thought you couldn’t remove the muzzle.”
Der opens his mouth, and a tongue of sand licks the tip of one fang, "Ah, but we are not in my world, my little desert flower, we are in your inner world. Welcome to your dreamland.”
Without his face mask filtering his essence, the full force of the Zeez’s influence slides over you making you feel heady and drunk with euphoria. The effect steals the air right out of your lungs, causing beads of sweat to pebble across your skin, your muscles to twitch for release, and your back to arch from the cool dark mist. With just two short sentences, his words alone have you teetering on the precipice of an orgasm.
An unguarded moan slips past your lips causing him to chuckle. The sound of his chuckle, much like that of sand flowing through a wooden cylinder ‘rain-stick’, is its own form of a soothing aphrodisiac.
He leans close and whispers into your ear, as your eyes flutter in ecstasy, “Hold on, my flower, I’ve waited too long for this opportunity to pluck you.”
The inner walls of your pussy twitch in rhythm to his vocal cadence. To keep from crying out you bite hard into your bottom lip, breaking and bruising the delicate skin.
“Tsk, tsk, is that any way to treat a coveted possession?”, he growls at you in his thick accent.
You squirm as the slick between your legs becomes so abundant that it is pushing forward, up around your clit, “You-you, sa-said that about my-my book”, you stutter as your mind’s focus splits between talking and the throbbing of the delicate nub in your apex.
Der literally purrs. His body vibrating above yours, tickling your exposed skin, he’s so close to your ear you can feel his lips brushing the shell with each word, “I was never talking about the book, Love.”
His purring, his lips caressing your ear, along with his declaration pushes you over the edge. Your inner walls clinch in release. Your hands forget their mission to guard your modesty and reach out fisting his hood cowl as your body shivers in release.
Der sighs in slight disappointment. “Next time I will need to keep the mask on until we are further along, you are delightfully sensitive.”, he chides with a salacious grin.
Your release subsides and he slides your hands from his cowl. As you lay cool in the swirl black mist of your own dreamland, the Zeez releases the clips of his hood cloak, shedding the heavy covering and exposing a torso that you were not expecting.
Instead of a swath of blue, speckled skin, you are shocked to see short sleek indigo fur coating his neck, the backs of his muscled arms, across his stout shoulders, and down his strong back. The inner portions of his torso, his chiseled chest, and washboard stomach, sport that starry skin that matches his face. A face that, now you can see, has a pair of long pointed ears on each side of its head.
Farther behind him a new astonishment swishes through the air, catching you off guard and causing you to jerk in surprise. A long thin tail with a furry tuft at the end whips back and forth in anticipation.
You are in a state of shock and awe, staring mesmerized at the unique being above you.
“What are you?”, is what slips out of your mouth without going through your internal filter.
That same raspy chuckle of his, slides over your skin like a caress, “I am a Zeez.”
Seeing the lack of recognition, or satisfaction, on your face from his answer, he pauses a moment to rethink his approach.
“I guess your kind would most closely associate my species with your mythical Sphinxes or Manicores. We are timeless creatures with no natural end. We originate from a cold dark desert in my world”, you watch his eyes dim a deeper hue of blue than you have noticed previously, “but that area is no longer ours. We now live among tribes and clans of many.”
His long tail gives a sharp whip, creating a snapping sound and breaking his reverie. Der’s eyes shift back into their golden, white tones as he stares down at you. His fanged grin grows wide, and his purr returns tenfold.
Suddenly, you feel like a cornered mouse. Plump and ripe for the devouring.
“You smell delicious”, he rasps out above his vibrations.
TO BE CONTINUED if you want(because it is time for me to catch some Zeez 😘)….
@thelaundrybitch @leoandraphssoulmate @kokosworld95
Author Note: There are three points to know about this story.
1. You may be surprised to learn that Der (and his species) are a MINOR character in my main book series that I'm trying to finish. I wanted a way to expand and explain more about Zeez and this story was born.
2. The book that Der's human is reading in this story will be a vehicle that I will use to introduce other MINOR characters/species from my books as well. So, yes, you will get the read the Centaur's story too, which will feature many of my own creature creations.
3. There is SOOOO much more to Der and his human's story. I am happy to tell it if anyone is interested. The amount of detail and I have created for all the characters still amazing me. (I have no life LOL).
Eh, let's throw a 4th point in here. Der's species was born from an a scene in an actual dream I had. It may not come across as well here in this story, but in further expansions of the story, it explains that humans can only see Zeez when they are tired or sleepy.
Hence the phrase...."catching Z's".
I'm all about the Shock & Awe
@thelaundrybitch @kokosworld95
This cracks me up!
Uh oh... Oops!
Donnie and I thought the Teasing Leo video was hilarious.
However, Leo was NOT amused by our shenanigans.
Donnie and I have to sign off now...and go to the Hashi
Donnie will be balancing on his board and I'm being sent to bed early
We'll chat with you all later.
(Can't I just get a spanking?!!)