Name: Sun Lamia
Type: Lamia (Slime?)
Habitat: Cave Ruins.
Description:
A snake girl with the upper body of an exotic belly dancer. Or a slime girl currently taking the form of a snake girl. Personally, I lead towards the former. While the sun lamia appears to have a soft, gelatinous body, she displays none of the plasticity of form observed in other slime girl HSIOs.
The fluid, or jelly, that makes up her body is clear yellow in colour and radiates both heat and light.
Attack Strategy:
Multiple, and targeting different senses.
At long ranges the sun lamia can release a flash of light from her eyes that can both temporarily blind and stun.
At closer ranges the sun lamia breathes out thick clouds of gas that increase arousal and take away the will to fight. They also have a dance that has a mesmeric effect on onlookers.
All of this is to enable the lamia to get close enough to wrap her coils around her prey. Unlike an Earth constrictor, this is to deny movement rather than oxygen. The sun lamia uses her serpentine body to lock her captive's limbs in such a way they are unable to move or offer any resistance once the effects of her aphrodisiac breath wear off. With her prey immobilised, the sun lamia instigates oral sex with them. At the point of orgasm she sucks out her prey's soul.
(At this point I don't care if my colleagues consider the concept of a soul to be unscientific, or even heretical. Some HSIOs, like the sun lamia, are capable of extracting some kind of animating spark from human beings at the point of sexual climax. We have examined the victims—either dead or in a coma. There isn't a single decent medical reason for them to be in this state.)
Countermeasures:
As there has only been one encounter with this type of HSIO, what follows is conjecture and theory.
Gas masks or nasal filters might negate her breath, assuming the drug compounds present within it are not absorbed through the skin.
Polarised filters might negate her eye flashes. There have been some successes in experimentation versus lesser HSIOs with similar disabling attacks.
My concern is that she almost certainly possesses other offensive capabilities we are as of yet still unaware of. The limited intel we have puts the only individual encountered in a similar power class to some of the higher tier succubi or demon HSIOs.
Also, while her body has been described as being soft, I would expect the sun lamia to have similar regenerative abilities as other high-threat HSIOs.
Threat Level:
High (Medium?).
The only individual encountered appears to have been very old and powerful. It is unknown whether other sun lamia are this dangerous.
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Sunday, October 30, 2016
Hentai Game Preview: Echidna Wars DX
Monster Girl/Vore fans might remember a game a while back called Millia Wars. It was a 2D action game where you played a Magical Girl fighting off various ambulatory stomachs, slugs, and (the bit I was interested in) sexy monster girls in the form of lamia, harpy and arachne.
Now it looks like D-Gate/Camel is giving that a touch-up in the form of new artwork, new characters and new monsters and will be releasing it as Echidna Wars DX later this year.
I'm not sure, as I am unfortunately illiterate when it comes to reading Japanese, but I believe this is a collaboration between Camel and Asimofu, with Asimofu providing the new artwork.
When I saw the screenshots on Camel's blog I was originally sceptical. The new artwork looked a little pixelly compared to the original. Playing the trial version changed my mind. The animations of the snake girl are gorgeous. Not only that, but she has multiple animated grapple attacks and finishing moves as well. What animation you get depends on how the lamia grabs you and whether the Magical Girl protagonist has any SP left.
Here's a look at some of those moves.
If she grabs you with her hands the magical girl goes in the vagina feet first.
A grab with the tail triggers a steamy bit of making out.
Run out of SP and that hand grab segues to a spot of sexy snake hula dancing with you inside her.
Let the tail grab you at zero SP and the poor magical girl heroine goes in head first for an intensive all over body-rub.
If, after this, the heroine still has some HP left, she will be pulled or spat out for further fun and games. No HP and - gulp - down deeper she goes.
The new version looks interesting from the trial and I'm really keen to see what new tricks we'll see from the arachne and others when the final game comes out.
Now it looks like D-Gate/Camel is giving that a touch-up in the form of new artwork, new characters and new monsters and will be releasing it as Echidna Wars DX later this year.
I'm not sure, as I am unfortunately illiterate when it comes to reading Japanese, but I believe this is a collaboration between Camel and Asimofu, with Asimofu providing the new artwork.
When I saw the screenshots on Camel's blog I was originally sceptical. The new artwork looked a little pixelly compared to the original. Playing the trial version changed my mind. The animations of the snake girl are gorgeous. Not only that, but she has multiple animated grapple attacks and finishing moves as well. What animation you get depends on how the lamia grabs you and whether the Magical Girl protagonist has any SP left.
Here's a look at some of those moves.
If she grabs you with her hands the magical girl goes in the vagina feet first.
A grab with the tail triggers a steamy bit of making out.
Run out of SP and that hand grab segues to a spot of sexy snake hula dancing with you inside her.
Let the tail grab you at zero SP and the poor magical girl heroine goes in head first for an intensive all over body-rub.
If, after this, the heroine still has some HP left, she will be pulled or spat out for further fun and games. No HP and - gulp - down deeper she goes.
The new version looks interesting from the trial and I'm really keen to see what new tricks we'll see from the arachne and others when the final game comes out.
Friday, March 04, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Ophimanibus
Name: Ophimanibus
Type: Lamia
Habitat: Desert. Arid Mountains.
Description:
A dusky-skinned woman with snakes for her hair, snakes for her arms and the lower body of a giant snake. Rather than a tail, her lower snake half—like her arms—terminates in another snake head. None of these heads are false. As in, they all possess working oesophagi that link to the same alimentary system.
(I have no idea how this all connects up inside them and I'm not sure I want to know.)
These charming ladies also possess fully functional poison fangs hidden within their breasts, although the poison is supposed to have some pleasurable side effects such as increasing libido and inducing euphoria.
Attack Strategy:
They are capable of altering perception so that they are seen as sultry dancing girls. These dances have a mesmeric effect on their audience and allow the Ophimanibus to get close enough to bite her intended target. Once bitten a man will become helpless and unable to resist while the Ophimanibus performs sex acts on him.
As with other hindigs, the Ophimanibi feed on semen, or rather some abstract spark of energy or life that is released during ejaculation. While they consume the bodies afterwards, either with the lower tail mouth or sometimes even through their vagina, it is the draining of semen/energy that is fatal. Their victims are usually dead by the time they are swallowed.
(Semen == Energy == Soul?)
Countermeasures:
Their hypnotic abilities appear to be sound based—possibly generated by the head snakes and occurring at a frequency outside the range of human hearing. This is aided by a strange natural phenomenon at the edges of the Mandeville desert where they are found. Wind through rock formations on the edge of the desert produces an odd acoustic effect that dulls reaction times and seems to make men more suggestible to the mesmeric abilities of the Ophimanibi. Ear plugs should go some way to reducing the effectiveness of these attacks.
Conventional firearms are effective, assuming they're working. If they're not, engaging Ophimanibi in close quarters is not advised. They are fast, agile and the snake arms give them a lot of reach. Their venom acts quickly once it enters the bloodstream and a single bite is enough to incapacitate a man.
Threat Level:
Moderate.
Even if their mesmeric abilities are resisted, Ophimanibi are extremely dangerous at close quarters because of their speed and multiple angles of attack.
Type: Lamia
Habitat: Desert. Arid Mountains.
Description:
A dusky-skinned woman with snakes for her hair, snakes for her arms and the lower body of a giant snake. Rather than a tail, her lower snake half—like her arms—terminates in another snake head. None of these heads are false. As in, they all possess working oesophagi that link to the same alimentary system.
(I have no idea how this all connects up inside them and I'm not sure I want to know.)
These charming ladies also possess fully functional poison fangs hidden within their breasts, although the poison is supposed to have some pleasurable side effects such as increasing libido and inducing euphoria.
Attack Strategy:
They are capable of altering perception so that they are seen as sultry dancing girls. These dances have a mesmeric effect on their audience and allow the Ophimanibus to get close enough to bite her intended target. Once bitten a man will become helpless and unable to resist while the Ophimanibus performs sex acts on him.
As with other hindigs, the Ophimanibi feed on semen, or rather some abstract spark of energy or life that is released during ejaculation. While they consume the bodies afterwards, either with the lower tail mouth or sometimes even through their vagina, it is the draining of semen/energy that is fatal. Their victims are usually dead by the time they are swallowed.
(Semen == Energy == Soul?)
Countermeasures:
Their hypnotic abilities appear to be sound based—possibly generated by the head snakes and occurring at a frequency outside the range of human hearing. This is aided by a strange natural phenomenon at the edges of the Mandeville desert where they are found. Wind through rock formations on the edge of the desert produces an odd acoustic effect that dulls reaction times and seems to make men more suggestible to the mesmeric abilities of the Ophimanibi. Ear plugs should go some way to reducing the effectiveness of these attacks.
Conventional firearms are effective, assuming they're working. If they're not, engaging Ophimanibi in close quarters is not advised. They are fast, agile and the snake arms give them a lot of reach. Their venom acts quickly once it enters the bloodstream and a single bite is enough to incapacitate a man.
Threat Level:
Moderate.
Even if their mesmeric abilities are resisted, Ophimanibi are extremely dangerous at close quarters because of their speed and multiple angles of attack.
Thursday, March 03, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Ophimanibus
CPL Stewart Peter Bate didn't know how the women with snakes for arms had entered their camp.
Obviously they wouldn't have let them in had they known they had snakes for arms—and snake tails for their lower halves.
They let them in because the sultry desert maidens said they would dance for them and they were bored and horny enough to want to see some exotic dancing by sultry desert maidens.
No, that couldn't be right either.
There shouldn't be any desert maidens out here at all, sultry or otherwise. They were in a temporary tent camp on the edge of the Mandeville desert. The desert was named after the arrogant sonovabitch that had been nothing more than the embedded civilian science officer in the exploratory party that had first stumbled across it. Now it was forever named after a skinny, bespectacled piece of shit who threw temper tantrums over the most trivial of things and pissed their pants at the first sign of trouble.
There shouldn't be any sultry desert maidens because this was H-space, not Earth, and they were supposedly the first humans to ever set foot in this dimension.
Or was it?
Bate had been posted to a lot of deserts. They all tended to run together in his head. It was probably the same for all of them. They'd got confused, that's what it was. They'd mixed this desert up with one on Earth that had sultry desert maidens who liked to dance for brave liberators.
Had any of those deserts ever had sultry desert maidens who liked to dance for brave liberators?
It was easy to get confused out here. Out here was weird. Out here was like being under a burning sun even though the sky was filled with a boiling mass of angry clouds. Out here the wind whistled through strange rock formations and sounded like a secret mistress whispering lewd desires in your ear.
Bate's thoughts and memories were clouded.
Maybe that was why.
The sultry desert maidens had appeared at their camp as the skies had darkened in an approximation of nightfall. They were naked apart from glittering jewels and filigree chains of precious metals hanging between their beautifully round breasts. They'd asked the men if they wanted to see them dance and the men—being tired, bored and horny—had said yes. And the women—those dark-eyed beauties with dusky skin and sinuous arms—had danced for the men and turned their blood to steam.
Bate and the men had thought the sultry desert maidens exotic in the way they danced with snakes draped over their shoulders. Then they'd noticed that the snakes draped over their shoulders possessed a head at each end. Then they'd noticed that the dusky maidens had no arms to hold the snakes up with. The maidens needed no arms; the snakes were their arms. Then they'd noticed it wasn't just the maidens' arms. Instead of hair, the dancers' exquisite faces were framed with coils of hissing snakes. And then they'd realised they'd been too focused on bouncing breasts and slinky hips to notice what was below the waists of these exotic dancers. Instead of legs they had the lower half of a snake. Or was it an upper half? As with the arms, instead of terminating in a tail, their lower halves tapered down to a neck and another snake head with a flickering tongue.
And then all hell had broken loose.
Bate supposed he'd been one of the lucky ones. He hadn't been bitten. Many of his buddies were. He'd watched as those sinuous arms with fanged snake heads for hands had struck with the speed and ferocity of angry rattlesnakes. It wasn't the only place he'd seen fangs. They had fangs in their tits as well. Bate had watched them pop out of lush round breasts where the nipples should be... watched as the snake woman had hugged a man to her and sank those fangs into his chest... had watched as the man had convulsed and finally fallen still with white froth bubbling up out of his mouth.
Bate had got off lightly. One of the snake heads had yawned open in front of him. Its fangs had sprayed a fine cloud of venom into his face. Bate had inhaled some of the poison and fallen senseless to the floor.
He woke up in a chair with his hands tied behind him and his legs bound together. Hovering right in front of his face—too close, far too close—was the head of a large snake. The snake's scales were red and shone as if polished. Black beady eyes stared right at Bate while a forked tongue flickered back and forth.
Cold sweat rose on Bate's face. He struggled against his bonds. His bonds struggled back and Bate realised he hadn't been tied up with rope. A snake woman sat behind him. One of her snake arms had coiled around his wrists. Her tail was coiled around his ankles. Both bonds might as well have been forged from iron. Her snake arm constricted and Bate's arms were wrenched back in a painful position. He felt the soft pressure of her breasts against his back. Instead of the soft nubs of her nipples he felt the tips of something harder and sharper, something that scored lines across his naked back and left trails like vinegar in an exposed wound, something pointed that could pop out and sink deep into his vulnerable flesh at any moment.
"Why so fearful?" the snake woman behind him said. Her hair hissed. "We danced for you. Now we offer you more personal pleasures."
The snake head hovering before Bate gaped open and revealed a fleshy pink interior. It was wrong. He'd seen the inside of a snake's mouth from the time he'd had to deal with a nest of rattlers back on the family ranch. What he was looking at bore little resemblance. At the back of the snake's throat was a wall of pink flesh with a vertical slit in the centre. The opening was lined with multiple soft flaps of tissue. It looked like...
Oh no.
No, surely not.
The monster behind him chuckled.
"Our dances inflamed your passions," she said. "Now let us quench them."
Her fangs sprayed venom in his face. Again it diffused out in a fine mist that enveloped Bate's head and was breathed in before he could stop himself. This time, rather than knocking him out, the toxin had a more insidious effect on his body. He felt it immediately as his heart started to beat faster in his chest. A hot flush ran beneath his skin like a forest fire. The heat flowed down to his loins and concentrated in his cock and balls. His penis swelled with blood and rose like a fruiting mushroom. His balls felt swollen and taut. He really wanted to bust a nut out.
But not here. And definitely not with this... thing.
The snake woman kissed his cheek. Many tiny tongues from the snakes she had as hair flickered against his skin.
"Tension is poison," she whispered in his ear. "Let me draw it out of you."
The snake's head she had for a hand turned its attention down to his tumescent manhood.
No. No no no.
Bate squirmed and struggled, but was unable to wriggle out of the coils binding his wrist and ankles. The snake head had floated down to his crotch and regarded his cock as though it was a piece of small furry prey it wished to gulp down.
Tears welled up in Bate's eyes. He shook his head.
The snake's flickering tongue tickled across the bulbous head of Bate's penis. The movements weren't random. The snake woman paid special attention to Bate's urethral opening. Bate's cock gave a little twitch and a little bead of precum emerged from the tip. The snake's tongue lapped it up with flickering little licks that aroused Bate further.
"Mmm, you taste nice," the snake woman whispered to him.
Then the snake mouth opened wide and gobbled up Bate's erection.
His cock pushed through the flanges at the back of her throat and entered a tight tunnel of moist flesh. Muscle bunched up and stroked up his shaft in peristaltic contractions.
It felt good.
Fuck, it felt shameful to admit it, but it felt good.
If it was a snake he'd have thought it a weird side effect of the stupid critter trying to swallow his dick. It wasn't a snake, though, it was an arm of the demon woman behind him and she knew exactly how to use it to trigger dark, shameful pleasures within Bate. Warm fleshy walls rippled against Bate's member as she whispered foul suggestions in his ear. Her throat—if it was that; it felt more like another orifice, one devoted to pleasure and procreation—gripped and sucked.
Bate came. His mind had wandered, had taken the stimulation it was receiving and converted it into a mental image of the head of a blonde bombshell glamour model down in his lap and deep-throating him. Once he'd created that image he couldn't get rid of it, and the moment it floated to the forefront of his thoughts it was enough to take his mind off what was really happening for a moment, and that moment was enough to take him over the threshold of climax. His hips jerked and his penis throbbed as he spurted thick ropes of semen down the snake's throat. Her snake-head arm gulped, and gulped, and gulped, and when the flow had finally died down to a trickle, the jaws closed and she sank fangs into the back of his balls.
There was pain as her fangs pierced his scrotal sac, then an overwhelming sense of euphoria like nothing he'd ever experienced before as her venom flooded his balls and diffused out into his body. Her poison took hold of his balls and made them slave to her hungers. They plumped up with fresh seed and deflated like bellows as Bate expelled a mighty blast of semen up into her fleshy tunnel.
And another.
And another.
And another.
Each was visible as a bulge travelling up her serpentine arm like freshly swallowed prey.
Each took with it a portion of Bate's soul.
The snake gulped and gulped until Bate was hollowed out... empty. Still the snake woman wasn't finished. The soul might have been the main prize, but she still had use for the meat left behind. The jaws unhinged on the lowermost snake head, the one that could be found at the end of her 'tail'. Bate's feet were engulfed, then his ankles, then his lower legs. The snake gulped.
Obviously they wouldn't have let them in had they known they had snakes for arms—and snake tails for their lower halves.
They let them in because the sultry desert maidens said they would dance for them and they were bored and horny enough to want to see some exotic dancing by sultry desert maidens.
No, that couldn't be right either.
There shouldn't be any desert maidens out here at all, sultry or otherwise. They were in a temporary tent camp on the edge of the Mandeville desert. The desert was named after the arrogant sonovabitch that had been nothing more than the embedded civilian science officer in the exploratory party that had first stumbled across it. Now it was forever named after a skinny, bespectacled piece of shit who threw temper tantrums over the most trivial of things and pissed their pants at the first sign of trouble.
There shouldn't be any sultry desert maidens because this was H-space, not Earth, and they were supposedly the first humans to ever set foot in this dimension.
Or was it?
Bate had been posted to a lot of deserts. They all tended to run together in his head. It was probably the same for all of them. They'd got confused, that's what it was. They'd mixed this desert up with one on Earth that had sultry desert maidens who liked to dance for brave liberators.
Had any of those deserts ever had sultry desert maidens who liked to dance for brave liberators?
It was easy to get confused out here. Out here was weird. Out here was like being under a burning sun even though the sky was filled with a boiling mass of angry clouds. Out here the wind whistled through strange rock formations and sounded like a secret mistress whispering lewd desires in your ear.
Bate's thoughts and memories were clouded.
Maybe that was why.
The sultry desert maidens had appeared at their camp as the skies had darkened in an approximation of nightfall. They were naked apart from glittering jewels and filigree chains of precious metals hanging between their beautifully round breasts. They'd asked the men if they wanted to see them dance and the men—being tired, bored and horny—had said yes. And the women—those dark-eyed beauties with dusky skin and sinuous arms—had danced for the men and turned their blood to steam.
Bate and the men had thought the sultry desert maidens exotic in the way they danced with snakes draped over their shoulders. Then they'd noticed that the snakes draped over their shoulders possessed a head at each end. Then they'd noticed that the dusky maidens had no arms to hold the snakes up with. The maidens needed no arms; the snakes were their arms. Then they'd noticed it wasn't just the maidens' arms. Instead of hair, the dancers' exquisite faces were framed with coils of hissing snakes. And then they'd realised they'd been too focused on bouncing breasts and slinky hips to notice what was below the waists of these exotic dancers. Instead of legs they had the lower half of a snake. Or was it an upper half? As with the arms, instead of terminating in a tail, their lower halves tapered down to a neck and another snake head with a flickering tongue.
And then all hell had broken loose.
Bate supposed he'd been one of the lucky ones. He hadn't been bitten. Many of his buddies were. He'd watched as those sinuous arms with fanged snake heads for hands had struck with the speed and ferocity of angry rattlesnakes. It wasn't the only place he'd seen fangs. They had fangs in their tits as well. Bate had watched them pop out of lush round breasts where the nipples should be... watched as the snake woman had hugged a man to her and sank those fangs into his chest... had watched as the man had convulsed and finally fallen still with white froth bubbling up out of his mouth.
Bate had got off lightly. One of the snake heads had yawned open in front of him. Its fangs had sprayed a fine cloud of venom into his face. Bate had inhaled some of the poison and fallen senseless to the floor.
He woke up in a chair with his hands tied behind him and his legs bound together. Hovering right in front of his face—too close, far too close—was the head of a large snake. The snake's scales were red and shone as if polished. Black beady eyes stared right at Bate while a forked tongue flickered back and forth.
Cold sweat rose on Bate's face. He struggled against his bonds. His bonds struggled back and Bate realised he hadn't been tied up with rope. A snake woman sat behind him. One of her snake arms had coiled around his wrists. Her tail was coiled around his ankles. Both bonds might as well have been forged from iron. Her snake arm constricted and Bate's arms were wrenched back in a painful position. He felt the soft pressure of her breasts against his back. Instead of the soft nubs of her nipples he felt the tips of something harder and sharper, something that scored lines across his naked back and left trails like vinegar in an exposed wound, something pointed that could pop out and sink deep into his vulnerable flesh at any moment.
"Why so fearful?" the snake woman behind him said. Her hair hissed. "We danced for you. Now we offer you more personal pleasures."
The snake head hovering before Bate gaped open and revealed a fleshy pink interior. It was wrong. He'd seen the inside of a snake's mouth from the time he'd had to deal with a nest of rattlers back on the family ranch. What he was looking at bore little resemblance. At the back of the snake's throat was a wall of pink flesh with a vertical slit in the centre. The opening was lined with multiple soft flaps of tissue. It looked like...
Oh no.
No, surely not.
The monster behind him chuckled.
"Our dances inflamed your passions," she said. "Now let us quench them."
Her fangs sprayed venom in his face. Again it diffused out in a fine mist that enveloped Bate's head and was breathed in before he could stop himself. This time, rather than knocking him out, the toxin had a more insidious effect on his body. He felt it immediately as his heart started to beat faster in his chest. A hot flush ran beneath his skin like a forest fire. The heat flowed down to his loins and concentrated in his cock and balls. His penis swelled with blood and rose like a fruiting mushroom. His balls felt swollen and taut. He really wanted to bust a nut out.
But not here. And definitely not with this... thing.
The snake woman kissed his cheek. Many tiny tongues from the snakes she had as hair flickered against his skin.
"Tension is poison," she whispered in his ear. "Let me draw it out of you."
The snake's head she had for a hand turned its attention down to his tumescent manhood.
No. No no no.
Bate squirmed and struggled, but was unable to wriggle out of the coils binding his wrist and ankles. The snake head had floated down to his crotch and regarded his cock as though it was a piece of small furry prey it wished to gulp down.
Tears welled up in Bate's eyes. He shook his head.
The snake's flickering tongue tickled across the bulbous head of Bate's penis. The movements weren't random. The snake woman paid special attention to Bate's urethral opening. Bate's cock gave a little twitch and a little bead of precum emerged from the tip. The snake's tongue lapped it up with flickering little licks that aroused Bate further.
"Mmm, you taste nice," the snake woman whispered to him.
Then the snake mouth opened wide and gobbled up Bate's erection.
His cock pushed through the flanges at the back of her throat and entered a tight tunnel of moist flesh. Muscle bunched up and stroked up his shaft in peristaltic contractions.
It felt good.
Fuck, it felt shameful to admit it, but it felt good.
If it was a snake he'd have thought it a weird side effect of the stupid critter trying to swallow his dick. It wasn't a snake, though, it was an arm of the demon woman behind him and she knew exactly how to use it to trigger dark, shameful pleasures within Bate. Warm fleshy walls rippled against Bate's member as she whispered foul suggestions in his ear. Her throat—if it was that; it felt more like another orifice, one devoted to pleasure and procreation—gripped and sucked.
Bate came. His mind had wandered, had taken the stimulation it was receiving and converted it into a mental image of the head of a blonde bombshell glamour model down in his lap and deep-throating him. Once he'd created that image he couldn't get rid of it, and the moment it floated to the forefront of his thoughts it was enough to take his mind off what was really happening for a moment, and that moment was enough to take him over the threshold of climax. His hips jerked and his penis throbbed as he spurted thick ropes of semen down the snake's throat. Her snake-head arm gulped, and gulped, and gulped, and when the flow had finally died down to a trickle, the jaws closed and she sank fangs into the back of his balls.
There was pain as her fangs pierced his scrotal sac, then an overwhelming sense of euphoria like nothing he'd ever experienced before as her venom flooded his balls and diffused out into his body. Her poison took hold of his balls and made them slave to her hungers. They plumped up with fresh seed and deflated like bellows as Bate expelled a mighty blast of semen up into her fleshy tunnel.
And another.
And another.
And another.
Each was visible as a bulge travelling up her serpentine arm like freshly swallowed prey.
Each took with it a portion of Bate's soul.
The snake gulped and gulped until Bate was hollowed out... empty. Still the snake woman wasn't finished. The soul might have been the main prize, but she still had use for the meat left behind. The jaws unhinged on the lowermost snake head, the one that could be found at the end of her 'tail'. Bate's feet were engulfed, then his ankles, then his lower legs. The snake gulped.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Let's Play Violated Hero 5! part 16
And we’re getting near the end of the Violated Hero 5 playthrough. Barring any more twists and turns, we’re down to the last boss. For the start of all this insanity go back to here. Usual rules apply: if you’re underage or don’t like sex, please don’t go any further as you’re likely to see things you’re not supposed to.
Last up we finally found the missing minor boss, the darkwitch, and it turned out she had more HP than the other major bosses. This proved no obstacle to Luka-clone and he took her down.
Did he actually win one for real this time (as opposed to previously defeated bosses getting right up after the fight and attempting to jump his bones)? The darkwitch says his light is too strong and starts to fade into the darkness. Ah, but as long as there’s abyss she will be reborn. There looks to be a lot of abyss. So no change here either. Oh well, time to push on to Shiva.
Onto stage two of abyss and is that the silhouette of another mini-boss?
Yep it is. Her name is Remedy and she’s some sort of witch with melty legs. Most of the mini-boss ends so far have been more brutal than sexy. What does Remedy have for us?
A really brutal handjob it seems. Afterwards she takes the rare (for VH5 mini-bosses) step of not killing us. She wants to keep us as a pet, but the text makes it clear that’s not likely to be a long life before we’re emptied out.
For the rematch I one-shot her for spite with the nice new special attack Luna-Tea and Satan gifted me.
Then it’s a straight run to the end where Shiva is waiting. She tells us we’ve been a bit a bit slow in arriving and shows us the consequences of that.
Um, that looks bad. At least all the annoying early bosses with their things-in-the-ass Bad Ends are going down first.
Shiva mentions this has happened before, I think. Unfortunately we’re going to struggle for good translation here if the story gets too complicated. Because of her curse Luka-clone has to defeat her to save the universe. I think she wants him to defeat her but because of the curse is going to fight to the best of the ability. As best of her ability is universe-shredding Destruction God I suspect this might be a little tricky for our heroic ambulatory bag of concentrated semen.
It’s the last battle. I have 6 super potions remaining. Let’s see how many zillions of HP I have to get through.
Oh. That’s less than the darkwitch.
Oh wait. This is going to be one of those multi-stage things.
And indeed the combat cuts out after we knock half her HP off.
Shiva says she’s having fun and all her previous wounds heal up. The end-game harem of Luna-Tea, Satan and Safi all show up to cheerlead. Well, they try to seal Shiva, but that doesn’t work so well so it’s back to Luka-clone.
The game thoughtfully gives an option to go back to the item screen. This is great as I can preserve my remaining super potions by using the basic HP and MP potions to max out my HP and MP. And round 2!
Shiva has now reached the same level as her minion with a 1000 HP. Okay, so she absorbs damage a lot better. Everything is doing less than 100 per hit until I unleash the tier 4 special attack and knock of about 300 HP. This triggers interlude number 2.
Time for Shiva to take the gloves off. She goes all glowy and then it’s time for round 3.
This time her glowiness is reflected in the artwork as her hands glow with destructive magic (this is the same picture that’s on her profile on the VH5 website). Her HP have increased, but only to 1200.
Her attacks do a lot more damage this time. As this is likely to be the last battle I alternate between tier 4 special attack and super potion. About four hits later and I’ve won. But the likely harem shenanigans will have to wait until next blog post as we always show the Bad End first.
C’mere alt!Luka-clone.
This time Ariel doesn’t sneer or run away. Luka-clone tells her to go and save whoever she can.
Not that it’ll matter. Shiva’s gonna blow up everything. She tells Luka-clone to enjoy extinction with her.
Bad End scene one looks like we’re about to get a good suck. Either that or she’s about to fry Luka-clone’s erection with lightning.
She’s a lamia type, so Luka-clone gets all coiled up in snake body first (although it’s described as feeling slimy like a slug. Snakes don’t feel like that as any exasperated herpetologist will tell you). She also has the long snake tongue as well. After that’s tugged a big load from Luka-clone she takes him in her mouth for a good long suck.
Next scene and Luka-clone is all bound up in snake tail while she rubs his erection against the outside of her pussy.
Translation gets a bit tricky again. I think Luka-clone tries to talk her out of annihilating the universe. She says it’s impossible unless anyone can solve the curse branded to her body.
Then they start fucking. Shiva makes Luka-clone come and then makes him watch while she destroys the tree world containing his village and presumably friends and family.
Yeep. Even I’m not that brutal.
Horrorhead: You can be. Be like Brian Keene. Let me out. We’ll destroy a world or three. It’ll be fun. Let meee ouuuttttt.
And then she keeps on making him ejaculate while she blows up world after world.
So much for my theory of Shiva having so much fun playing with Luka-clone she’d be distracted from destroying everything. I guess that brings a whole new meaning to fucking someone while something they love is destroyed in front of them.
Even though everything has turned dark we still get an interlude before presumably Shiva’s extra scene.
Shiva is disappointed the person who could have solved her curse never arrived before she obliterated everything. Now the rest of existence is collapsing, including the abyss. Shiva decides her last moments will be having sex with Luka-clone. She switches to a more human form and sits astride him for one last fuck.
And they fuck, with everything going dark around them.
It turns out there is more to Shiva’s action than seeking a last burst of hedonistic pleasure. She doesn’t want to be solely a goddess of destruction. She also wants to be a goddess of creation. She’s doing this with Luka-clone because she wants to conceive and when she does conceive she tells Luka-clone that this will be the next world to replace everything that was destroyed.
Everything fades to black apart from a tiny spark in Shiva’s belly.
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Okay so that was unexpected. As much as I joke about when Dieselmine gets things wrong, I’m going to have to congratulate their writers here. They did a very good job with that ending.
Next up, the likely harem shenanigans as we check out the Good End.
Last up we finally found the missing minor boss, the darkwitch, and it turned out she had more HP than the other major bosses. This proved no obstacle to Luka-clone and he took her down.
Did he actually win one for real this time (as opposed to previously defeated bosses getting right up after the fight and attempting to jump his bones)? The darkwitch says his light is too strong and starts to fade into the darkness. Ah, but as long as there’s abyss she will be reborn. There looks to be a lot of abyss. So no change here either. Oh well, time to push on to Shiva.
Onto stage two of abyss and is that the silhouette of another mini-boss?
Yep it is. Her name is Remedy and she’s some sort of witch with melty legs. Most of the mini-boss ends so far have been more brutal than sexy. What does Remedy have for us?
A really brutal handjob it seems. Afterwards she takes the rare (for VH5 mini-bosses) step of not killing us. She wants to keep us as a pet, but the text makes it clear that’s not likely to be a long life before we’re emptied out.
For the rematch I one-shot her for spite with the nice new special attack Luna-Tea and Satan gifted me.
Then it’s a straight run to the end where Shiva is waiting. She tells us we’ve been a bit a bit slow in arriving and shows us the consequences of that.
Um, that looks bad. At least all the annoying early bosses with their things-in-the-ass Bad Ends are going down first.
Shiva mentions this has happened before, I think. Unfortunately we’re going to struggle for good translation here if the story gets too complicated. Because of her curse Luka-clone has to defeat her to save the universe. I think she wants him to defeat her but because of the curse is going to fight to the best of the ability. As best of her ability is universe-shredding Destruction God I suspect this might be a little tricky for our heroic ambulatory bag of concentrated semen.
It’s the last battle. I have 6 super potions remaining. Let’s see how many zillions of HP I have to get through.
Oh. That’s less than the darkwitch.
Oh wait. This is going to be one of those multi-stage things.
And indeed the combat cuts out after we knock half her HP off.
Shiva says she’s having fun and all her previous wounds heal up. The end-game harem of Luna-Tea, Satan and Safi all show up to cheerlead. Well, they try to seal Shiva, but that doesn’t work so well so it’s back to Luka-clone.
The game thoughtfully gives an option to go back to the item screen. This is great as I can preserve my remaining super potions by using the basic HP and MP potions to max out my HP and MP. And round 2!
Shiva has now reached the same level as her minion with a 1000 HP. Okay, so she absorbs damage a lot better. Everything is doing less than 100 per hit until I unleash the tier 4 special attack and knock of about 300 HP. This triggers interlude number 2.
Time for Shiva to take the gloves off. She goes all glowy and then it’s time for round 3.
This time her glowiness is reflected in the artwork as her hands glow with destructive magic (this is the same picture that’s on her profile on the VH5 website). Her HP have increased, but only to 1200.
Her attacks do a lot more damage this time. As this is likely to be the last battle I alternate between tier 4 special attack and super potion. About four hits later and I’ve won. But the likely harem shenanigans will have to wait until next blog post as we always show the Bad End first.
C’mere alt!Luka-clone.
This time Ariel doesn’t sneer or run away. Luka-clone tells her to go and save whoever she can.
Not that it’ll matter. Shiva’s gonna blow up everything. She tells Luka-clone to enjoy extinction with her.
Bad End scene one looks like we’re about to get a good suck. Either that or she’s about to fry Luka-clone’s erection with lightning.
She’s a lamia type, so Luka-clone gets all coiled up in snake body first (although it’s described as feeling slimy like a slug. Snakes don’t feel like that as any exasperated herpetologist will tell you). She also has the long snake tongue as well. After that’s tugged a big load from Luka-clone she takes him in her mouth for a good long suck.
Next scene and Luka-clone is all bound up in snake tail while she rubs his erection against the outside of her pussy.
Translation gets a bit tricky again. I think Luka-clone tries to talk her out of annihilating the universe. She says it’s impossible unless anyone can solve the curse branded to her body.
Then they start fucking. Shiva makes Luka-clone come and then makes him watch while she destroys the tree world containing his village and presumably friends and family.
Yeep. Even I’m not that brutal.
Horrorhead: You can be. Be like Brian Keene. Let me out. We’ll destroy a world or three. It’ll be fun. Let meee ouuuttttt.
And then she keeps on making him ejaculate while she blows up world after world.
So much for my theory of Shiva having so much fun playing with Luka-clone she’d be distracted from destroying everything. I guess that brings a whole new meaning to fucking someone while something they love is destroyed in front of them.
Even though everything has turned dark we still get an interlude before presumably Shiva’s extra scene.
Shiva is disappointed the person who could have solved her curse never arrived before she obliterated everything. Now the rest of existence is collapsing, including the abyss. Shiva decides her last moments will be having sex with Luka-clone. She switches to a more human form and sits astride him for one last fuck.
And they fuck, with everything going dark around them.
It turns out there is more to Shiva’s action than seeking a last burst of hedonistic pleasure. She doesn’t want to be solely a goddess of destruction. She also wants to be a goddess of creation. She’s doing this with Luka-clone because she wants to conceive and when she does conceive she tells Luka-clone that this will be the next world to replace everything that was destroyed.
Everything fades to black apart from a tiny spark in Shiva’s belly.
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Okay so that was unexpected. As much as I joke about when Dieselmine gets things wrong, I’m going to have to congratulate their writers here. They did a very good job with that ending.
Next up, the likely harem shenanigans as we check out the Good End.
Thursday, July 03, 2014
Let's Play Demon Angel Sakura! part 3
This is continuing the mini-playthrough of the mini hentai game Demon Angel Sakura I started here.
Yesterday, Sakura (who we found out was actually male) got jiggled around in giant slime girl cleavage and made into soup. This was not an auspicious start to his (mis)adventures in hell.
After shooting the slime girl enough to make her wobble away we’re off to level 2: Astrum Hill.
Ey up, looks like boss 2 is a large lamia.
Oh, maybe not. She offers to show us the way to the mirror we’re looking for . . .
. . . which is an obvious trap, as she takes us back to her nest and promptly jumps us.
Lamia’s attacks consist of rushing back and forth, jumping halfway across the screen, or bending over and exhaling clouds of aphrodisiac poison. Once Sakura has taken enough damage to knock his dress off the Lamia switches to smexy grapple attacks that have to broken out of by hammering back and forth on the left and right arrow button. If the poison breath envelops him, Sakura immediately sits down and starts wanking until he shakes free of it (or runs out of hearts). Lamia’s other attack is to pick us up and hug us tight between her boobs.
Her Bad End is more cleavage hugging and rubbing Sakura up and down until he comes between her breasts.
She even wonders if this is good for her skin while breathing aphrodisiac all over him and licking the top of his head with her long snake tongue. The game creators seem to have a thing for water sports as well as Sakura strikes a small but defiant blow back by pissing all down her.
Then it’s time for the vore finish. All the cool vore kids have their lamia ingest their prey through the vagina. Demon Angel Sakura eschews this and stays old skool as Lamia opens her mouth and down the hatch we go. All the vore tropes are present as we get the belly bulge and the cutaway shot of Sakura in the stomach.
Poor Sakura would probably even take THORN PUSSY! in Violated Hero 5 at this point.
Yesterday, Sakura (who we found out was actually male) got jiggled around in giant slime girl cleavage and made into soup. This was not an auspicious start to his (mis)adventures in hell.
After shooting the slime girl enough to make her wobble away we’re off to level 2: Astrum Hill.
Ey up, looks like boss 2 is a large lamia.
Oh, maybe not. She offers to show us the way to the mirror we’re looking for . . .
. . . which is an obvious trap, as she takes us back to her nest and promptly jumps us.
Lamia’s attacks consist of rushing back and forth, jumping halfway across the screen, or bending over and exhaling clouds of aphrodisiac poison. Once Sakura has taken enough damage to knock his dress off the Lamia switches to smexy grapple attacks that have to broken out of by hammering back and forth on the left and right arrow button. If the poison breath envelops him, Sakura immediately sits down and starts wanking until he shakes free of it (or runs out of hearts). Lamia’s other attack is to pick us up and hug us tight between her boobs.
Her Bad End is more cleavage hugging and rubbing Sakura up and down until he comes between her breasts.
She even wonders if this is good for her skin while breathing aphrodisiac all over him and licking the top of his head with her long snake tongue. The game creators seem to have a thing for water sports as well as Sakura strikes a small but defiant blow back by pissing all down her.
Then it’s time for the vore finish. All the cool vore kids have their lamia ingest their prey through the vagina. Demon Angel Sakura eschews this and stays old skool as Lamia opens her mouth and down the hatch we go. All the vore tropes are present as we get the belly bulge and the cutaway shot of Sakura in the stomach.
Poor Sakura would probably even take THORN PUSSY! in Violated Hero 5 at this point.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Let's Play Violated Hero 4! part 6
This is part 6 of my walkthrough of Violated Hero 4. As it’s a sexually-explicit hentai game, now would be a good time to leave if you’re under 18 or easily offended by such things.
Last time up we ran into Reria and Ruria, the bizarre siamese cyclops twins at the end of the second area. After throwing the fight I returned, summoned Lilith and . . .
Oh wait, Lilith flew off somewhere. That’s okay, I’ve got the other four girls.
Lose. Lose. Lose some more.
Hmm, I guess Lilith the succubus is a little bit more powerful than the others.
Finally I bash the gothic lolita, siamese twin, cyclops, hypnotic-eye, many-fetishes-stitched-into-a-Frankenstein’s-monster-body Reria and fucking Ruria. They do the typical gothic thing of wanting to die in overly dramatic fashion.
Can we kill them? We don’t need them. I already have a big harem. Busty probably counts for three on her own.
But of course Luka-clone does the Luka-clone thing and preaches about the dream world of humans and monster girls living in harmony. Reria and Ruria decide to tag along. I think it’s because they’re turned on by the thought of Demon Lord Sharia tearing them and this ragtag bunch of misfits to shreds.
And then it’s back to the palace and angry Makina.
Sharia casually mentions she’s played with the human (by play she means stamp on his cock until he weeps). Makina gets all shouty and the other two generals slap her down for daring to question the motives of the demon lord. You’d think they’d be more supportive of her criticism considering they’ve just lost two areas and their leader is acting like a kook.
Gamely, Makina tries again and gets the death glare from Sharia.
Makina is genre-savvy enough to know creators like to have their Big Bads randomly slay a subordinate to show how badass the Big Bad is, because she shuts up.
Oh hello, that’s where Lililth went
It transpires, unsurprisingly, that Lilith is the 4th devil king general. The others have a go at her for being flaky and never filing her reports.
I’d keep a closer eye on her. She’s planning a secret coup.
Okay, not so secret as she admits to following Luka-clone around and helping him out (so she can add to her growing army of death boobs). The others want her punished, but the Demon Lord is a kook and bored.
Oh, so you’re letting Luka-clone ripen. At least that’s the excuse she gives Sharia.
She’s going to knife you in the back when you’re not looking, Sharia. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Then it’s back to our intrepid ambulatory bag of concentrated semen. The third area, some kind of ice cave, is now open. But before then I do the 100% thing and follow the other path to a chest at the end in section 2-2.
Then it’s time to put on the woolies and head off to area 3.
Ooh, VH is definitely getting better with the wandering mooks.
I must have gotten distracted somehow as she ends up braining us with that big club. Ho-hum, back to the start of the level.
And then normal service is resumed with VH’s wandering mooks.
“I made a jacuzzi out of this spider-flea thing’s brain. Want to hop in?”
Um, I think I’ll pass. Karina, eat it.
And then guess who’s back.
It’s okay Lilith. We only died like six times while you were off hobnobbing with your demon king buddies. See this lump on my head. A skinny blue chick with a huge sod-off club whacked me on the head. What gives? I thought you monster girls were all about the fucky-sucky, not vicious head trauma.
Lilith tries to tempt Luka-clone into being her fuckslave. Unfortunately, Luka-clone has built up some resistance and turns her down. She then tells him to watch out as the monsters here are stronger.
Hello. Lump on head. Skinny blue chick. Huge fuck-off club. Message already delivered.
Lilith rejoins the party and I move on to the . . .
Well actually I don’t. I decide to experiment with the potions. The first resets all my stats. In the middle of a battle. The second teleports me out of the area.
Undaunted, I keep quaffing away and I think either the 3rd or 4th potion I try eliminates wandering mook encounters as I walk all the way to the end without being molested.
And it’s time for boss number 6.
This would be Snake Demon Echidna. Echidna usually crop up in monster girl bestiaries as a more powerful version of a lamia/naga. This stems from Greek myth where Echidna is known as the Mother of Monsters.
Somehow that fearsome moniker got applied to this . . .
. . . which is basically a hedgehog that lays eggs. This only goes to show Biologists have a sense of humour, even if no one else understands it.
Echidna (that appears to be her name rather than her species) looks pissed off and muscular. Uh oh, muscular and the lower body of a snake. I foresee broken ribs in Luka-clone’s future. Or maybe she’ll squeeze him so hard cum will jet out of his nose.
I feel quietly confident for this round of the “Can ManyEyedHydra match Violated Hero” fight as I have this little tale in my corner. Let’s see your worst VH!
The first scene doesn’t look so bad. Echidna flips us upside down, immobilises us with her coils and then starts to masturbate Luka-clone. For a moment I’m thinking Luka-clone is about to get a bit of anilingus, but no, it’s the tail, and it goes deep.
Then it gets a bit strange as semen starts welling up out of Luka-clone’s ass and he complains about his belly being filled with hot cum, but Echidna doesn’t seem to be describing it as coming from her. Maybe Luka-clone really has nothing for insides apart from concentrated semen.
And then a fade to black, some strangling sounds and it’s time for scene 2.
Ah there’s the snake tongue.
It’s a fairly standard lamia Bad End with added masochist whimpering from Luka-clone. Echidna does a bit of crushy-crushy with her coils. She also does a bit of crushy-crushy with her pussy, to the point where our urethra closes and we can’t come. Being a masochist wimp Luka-clone begs for her to let him come and eventually, after fucking him for a while, she relents and white stuff splatters the screen.
Somehow Luka-clone manages to get through the Bad End uneaten and with no bones broken. I reckon this round’s mine.
Can I continue this late rally? Come back for part 7.
Last time up we ran into Reria and Ruria, the bizarre siamese cyclops twins at the end of the second area. After throwing the fight I returned, summoned Lilith and . . .
Oh wait, Lilith flew off somewhere. That’s okay, I’ve got the other four girls.
Lose. Lose. Lose some more.
Hmm, I guess Lilith the succubus is a little bit more powerful than the others.
Finally I bash the gothic lolita, siamese twin, cyclops, hypnotic-eye, many-fetishes-stitched-into-a-Frankenstein’s-monster-body Reria and fucking Ruria. They do the typical gothic thing of wanting to die in overly dramatic fashion.
Can we kill them? We don’t need them. I already have a big harem. Busty probably counts for three on her own.
But of course Luka-clone does the Luka-clone thing and preaches about the dream world of humans and monster girls living in harmony. Reria and Ruria decide to tag along. I think it’s because they’re turned on by the thought of Demon Lord Sharia tearing them and this ragtag bunch of misfits to shreds.
And then it’s back to the palace and angry Makina.
Sharia casually mentions she’s played with the human (by play she means stamp on his cock until he weeps). Makina gets all shouty and the other two generals slap her down for daring to question the motives of the demon lord. You’d think they’d be more supportive of her criticism considering they’ve just lost two areas and their leader is acting like a kook.
Gamely, Makina tries again and gets the death glare from Sharia.
Makina is genre-savvy enough to know creators like to have their Big Bads randomly slay a subordinate to show how badass the Big Bad is, because she shuts up.
Oh hello, that’s where Lililth went
It transpires, unsurprisingly, that Lilith is the 4th devil king general. The others have a go at her for being flaky and never filing her reports.
I’d keep a closer eye on her. She’s planning a secret coup.
Okay, not so secret as she admits to following Luka-clone around and helping him out (so she can add to her growing army of death boobs). The others want her punished, but the Demon Lord is a kook and bored.
Oh, so you’re letting Luka-clone ripen. At least that’s the excuse she gives Sharia.
She’s going to knife you in the back when you’re not looking, Sharia. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Then it’s back to our intrepid ambulatory bag of concentrated semen. The third area, some kind of ice cave, is now open. But before then I do the 100% thing and follow the other path to a chest at the end in section 2-2.
Then it’s time to put on the woolies and head off to area 3.
Ooh, VH is definitely getting better with the wandering mooks.
I must have gotten distracted somehow as she ends up braining us with that big club. Ho-hum, back to the start of the level.
And then normal service is resumed with VH’s wandering mooks.
“I made a jacuzzi out of this spider-flea thing’s brain. Want to hop in?”
Um, I think I’ll pass. Karina, eat it.
And then guess who’s back.
It’s okay Lilith. We only died like six times while you were off hobnobbing with your demon king buddies. See this lump on my head. A skinny blue chick with a huge sod-off club whacked me on the head. What gives? I thought you monster girls were all about the fucky-sucky, not vicious head trauma.
Lilith tries to tempt Luka-clone into being her fuckslave. Unfortunately, Luka-clone has built up some resistance and turns her down. She then tells him to watch out as the monsters here are stronger.
Hello. Lump on head. Skinny blue chick. Huge fuck-off club. Message already delivered.
Lilith rejoins the party and I move on to the . . .
Well actually I don’t. I decide to experiment with the potions. The first resets all my stats. In the middle of a battle. The second teleports me out of the area.
Undaunted, I keep quaffing away and I think either the 3rd or 4th potion I try eliminates wandering mook encounters as I walk all the way to the end without being molested.
And it’s time for boss number 6.
This would be Snake Demon Echidna. Echidna usually crop up in monster girl bestiaries as a more powerful version of a lamia/naga. This stems from Greek myth where Echidna is known as the Mother of Monsters.
Somehow that fearsome moniker got applied to this . . .
Echidna (that appears to be her name rather than her species) looks pissed off and muscular. Uh oh, muscular and the lower body of a snake. I foresee broken ribs in Luka-clone’s future. Or maybe she’ll squeeze him so hard cum will jet out of his nose.
I feel quietly confident for this round of the “Can ManyEyedHydra match Violated Hero” fight as I have this little tale in my corner. Let’s see your worst VH!
The first scene doesn’t look so bad. Echidna flips us upside down, immobilises us with her coils and then starts to masturbate Luka-clone. For a moment I’m thinking Luka-clone is about to get a bit of anilingus, but no, it’s the tail, and it goes deep.
Then it gets a bit strange as semen starts welling up out of Luka-clone’s ass and he complains about his belly being filled with hot cum, but Echidna doesn’t seem to be describing it as coming from her. Maybe Luka-clone really has nothing for insides apart from concentrated semen.
And then a fade to black, some strangling sounds and it’s time for scene 2.
Ah there’s the snake tongue.
It’s a fairly standard lamia Bad End with added masochist whimpering from Luka-clone. Echidna does a bit of crushy-crushy with her coils. She also does a bit of crushy-crushy with her pussy, to the point where our urethra closes and we can’t come. Being a masochist wimp Luka-clone begs for her to let him come and eventually, after fucking him for a while, she relents and white stuff splatters the screen.
Somehow Luka-clone manages to get through the Bad End uneaten and with no bones broken. I reckon this round’s mine.
Can I continue this late rally? Come back for part 7.
Sunday, January 09, 2011
"Divine Matches" anthology out this week
"Divine Matches", a new anthology from eXcessica, is out this week and it features one of my stories!
This is a collection of erotic tales about mythical creatures and gods and goddesses. My contribution is "Naga Special Massage" and features a naga, a creature with the upper body of a beautiful woman and the lower body of a snake, in a modern day setting. Technically, I suppose it should be "Nagi Special Massage" as she's female, but even mythical entities have to move with these modern, liberated times! In the story, she takes a man suffering from claustrophobia and shows him she's very adept at using her serpentine body to give a sexy full body massage. And then things get hotter...
Anyway, check it out if you fancy getting a taste of what the other talented writers at eXcessica are up to.
This is a collection of erotic tales about mythical creatures and gods and goddesses. My contribution is "Naga Special Massage" and features a naga, a creature with the upper body of a beautiful woman and the lower body of a snake, in a modern day setting. Technically, I suppose it should be "Nagi Special Massage" as she's female, but even mythical entities have to move with these modern, liberated times! In the story, she takes a man suffering from claustrophobia and shows him she's very adept at using her serpentine body to give a sexy full body massage. And then things get hotter...
Anyway, check it out if you fancy getting a taste of what the other talented writers at eXcessica are up to.
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