>>552372
At this point the thread is more about our writefags than art but shhhh, don't tell the mods.
>>552377
But I guess as long as we post art it's ok
>>552379
>>552381
>>552397
Super excited for toggle's new story.
>>552508
Previous thread if anyone cares: >>536650
>>552377
As long as there is Souls smut of any kind, I think it's all good
>>552508
I should have something up later tonight, though I myself am hoping that other stories from other writefags come along. There's at least one (Vaiire on Pastebin/http://pastebin.com/u/Vaiire) who said they were working on something, and someone said that they were working on Broken Souls (the mind break on that takes place in NG+) but I don't know if that's Vaiire who said it.
Reposting old pics to keep the bread alive,
>>552911
Toggle's stories part 1
>>552922
Toggle's stories part 2
Got more to contribute, friendos
I'll draw more soon hopefully
Here's a WIP should be done later tonight.
>>553310
What, is this your blog now or what dude?
>>553310
Just feel like Dark Souls is lacking some content, Trying to do some whenever I can.
>>552587
Yeah, that was me. Some shit came up during the week so I had to postpone. It's Friday now so I'll get cracking and get it finished later tonight.
A world without Fire, that was what she could see now, that was what the Ashen One wished for this world, and the very idea of that terrified her, only dark would remain. She had seen her speak with the woman in black, Yuria, and she heard whispers about what was being planned. Would he ask for her help? Would he need her to abandon her duties as a firekeeper? It was a duty she had known her entire life, having been drilled into her head as a child, until she had given up her sight for this duty. If he asked, could she simply thrown that all away?
He grabbed her by the hips and pushed her against the wall, roughly planting his lips onto hers, a hand digging through the ashen robes she wore. She made no attempt to resist him as he began to undo the ties to her garbs, stripping her torso bare as he pushed past her skirt, deeply penetrating her, the sudden fulfillment forcing her to grab onto him tightly as he began to thrust into her. This wasn't the first time they had done this, that had only been a mere day after his arrival, and she didn't know what possessed her to allow him such access to her body. She had never done anything like this with any other patron of the shrine, so what made him different?
Light flooded her vision as he pushed the crown from her eyes, letting it clatter to the floor. Sight was still something to get used to, it was nearly blinding even in the darkened shrine, but her preferred to look her in the eyes during these acts. It was far more intimate than anything she had ever experienced.
Biting her lips she stifled a groan as she came, legs securing themselves around his hips as she felt him empty into her. Minutes passed as the world stopped spinning before she was let back down to weakened legs, their fluids running down her thighs.
Before she covered her eyes back up, she gave him one last look, and even when all was dark again he was all she could see.
Yes, she decided, she would do whatever was needed of her, should he ask.
>>553475
Thank you.
>>553475
Just saved this, thanks.
>>553310
Demon's Holes - The Maiden in Black
http://pastebin.com/YDR1YhzT
I am truly sorry for the long wait. As I said before, I had more dire things to attend to. I will focus on publishing content as often as possible while doing requests whenever I find the time. I take liberties where I can, but I ultimately serve you posters in this thread. So if there is a large demand for a specific scene in this series, then I will supply.
Enjoy!
>>553475
Super good.
>>553733
Mate, it's all good. Your shit is too great to be pissed if you're a little late. Just keep up the good work
>>552911
>Cage not full of naked chicks.
Missed opportunity.
>>553733
Very nice, can't wait to see more of these.
Added the story caps to my HF profile, reordering them by game.
http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/Toggle1/424149/4Chan-Caps-Demons-Souls
http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/Toggle1/424150/4Chan-Caps-Dark-Souls-I
http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/Toggle1/424151/4Chan-Caps-Dark-Souls-II
http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/Toggle1/424152/4Chan-Caps-Bloodborne
>>554560
>image pending approval
This is not okay
so I just recently learned that Yellowfinger Heysel is a woman.
She's fair game for the writefags now.
Three ways I can see this going:
1) when she first invades in the road of sacrifices
2) when you get to summon her in farron keep
and 3) meeting her in Rosaria's chamber after an invasion
She's a pretty friendly person, according to Leonhard, and apparently thinks of all her covenant members as compatriots. Other than that there's not much else about her, though.
>>553475
Yuria leaned against the wall, thinking of what would be the wisest thing to say next. Even though he had accepted Yoel's gift without question, this Unkindled seemed reluctant to put much trust in her. They needed a Lord of Hollows, and he had seemed like the most perfect choice in such a very long time, she didn't know when, or if, someone else would come along. She had tried to be subtle in her offerings, not to oversell herself, about what he could gain, about what this could mean for the future of this world, Still, no matter what she said, he still stepped around her with caution.
"I would do anything to convince you otherwise, anything without question." She has seen the way he had looked at her, eyeing below the neck of her dress. and she intended to capitalize on that.
She never intended to let it go that far.
He had been quick to remove her mask, pushing it off her head and dropping it to the ground, grabbing the back of her head and forcing her into a kiss. At first she was surprised by the act, adn tried to fight back, then found herself melting into the action. She wouldn't let it go much further than this.
It wasn't long before she was on her knees, his cock hovering before her. Carefully she took it into her mouth, gently sucking at the tip, slowly taking in more by a bit. He was impatient however, and forced her to take in too much, choking it down her throat, and she had no choice but to adjust to the size. It wouldn't go further than this, she had to maintain some dignity.
Soon, he had her bent over, clawing at the wall as he pushed himself into her fold, hands gripping at her hips. At first she had tried to remain quiet, but now she was screaming, calling out for her lord, begging for more, not caring who heard her. When he came in her, it was bliss, the heat flooding beneath her belly. As she leaned against the wall, he used her dress to clean himself off.
She's like to think that she maintained some level of dignity.
>>554865
I got invaded by her twice in Road of Sacrifices.
>>554927
Thank you for that, have a Dancer
>>554997
I always like seeing fanart of armored characters without their helmets.
Has there been any Amana priestess r34 yet? I have yet to see any, but if there is any would you kindly post some?
>>554927
Great work!
>>555966
I've never seen anything, which is a shame because I always did like the design. Still disappointed that they didn't drop their sets.
>>556782
Do you have an idea of the order of what characters your going to be writing for? Do you have any plans of writing a more in depth story after you're done?
>>556831
Irina, Sirris, Anri, and Karla are you I'm going to do for DSIII. After that I might go back to doing suggestions, asking for one-word themes for characters of my choosing, or something like that. As for a full length story, I have ideas kicking around, but I'm a bit lazy on doing longer stuff.
>>556874
Go ahead, I've said it before and I'll keep saying it, I fully encourage other people other people to partake in writing smut. I read the bit with the Maiden in Black bit, and I look forward to future parts of that series.
>>556886
Thanks. I feel by, stint of using exclusively pastebin links as well as not being the first write-fag, I'm not as popular. Anons don't seem to respond as much so I can't get a feel for whether or not they're enjoying my works.
>>556909
We don't respond because when we're done fapping to your work we quickly close the tab to focus on cleaning up before our roomates/parents come in.
You're doing great.
>>556909
The dancer vort unbirthing think probably scared a lot of people off,
>>556950
I 'did' say no limitations.
>>556956
Good point, good point.
I've been looking up more about the DSIII characters, the ones I don't intend to lewd, for the sake of curiosity. This is the basic deal of them from what I can understand
>Greirat
-Thief
-Mourns old friend when told she dies
-Leaves to find new wares, but can die before returning
>Hawkwood
-Crestfallen v4
-Former Abyss Watcher
-Duels you for Dragon Torso
>Ludleth
-Only Lord of Cinder who stayed
>Emma
-Tells you to kill Lords
-Likely why she was killed
>Siegward
-Seigmeyer
-Promised to kill his friend, Yorhm
>Yoel
-Pilgrim who intended to die
-Hollows you maybe
-Maybe killed by Yuria
>Eygon
-Seems like this game's Murdery Asshole
-Actually does care for Irina and gets her out if you buy dark miracles
>Cornyx
-Pyromancer teacher
-Has a student
>Horace
-Good friend of Anri
-Hollows out
>Leonhard
-Tempts you into invading
-Serves Rosaria, but kills her all the same
-Misguided sense of loyalty?
>Orbeck
-Former assassin
-Contender for Lord of Hollows
-Yuria wants him dead
>Patches
-Still fucking Patches
-Friends with Greirat?
-Black Leather Set has best description in the series
>Hodrick
-Grandfather to Sirris
-Mound Makers are basically wild cards.
Did I get anything wrong, or am I missing anything?
(Now to write the smut bits)
>>556987
All correct as far as I can tell.
>>554927
Irina traced her index finger across the bumps of the page, sending a shiver down her body. This was a dark tale, one stepped in darkness, and the miracles that would be born of this would be of that very nature. It frightened her, to be this close to dark, even though she was blind, and she could have stopped at any time, to put the book aside and throw it somewhere out of her reach, where she could never find it, but she didn't. Instead she kept reading, her curiosity eating away at her, pushing her to dwell further into these cursed stories.
The nibbling things became more frequent, but now it was somewhat welcoming.
She heard footsteps coming near her, and there was only one person who would bother with a failed Firekeeper. Reaching out, she waited for the Ashen One to take her hand, though a part of her feared that no one would reach for her, but took comfort when he did, grasping tightly as she did. He then asked her to teach him another dark miracle, and reluctantly she did.
How much of a disgrace to being not only a Firekeeper, but a nun was she? To willingly partake in this? How much further would she dive into these forbidden things?
Much further, she later found out.
She sat on his lap, moving with the hands on her hips that ground her naked body into his, his member penetrating deep into her. her robes opened leaving her bare from the waist up. He roughly kissed her breasts as she desperately grasped at his shoulders, trying to stifle her moans. She felt one hand slide itself down her rear, squeezing the flesh.
Irina gasped as he pulled out of her, lifting her above his hips, before lowering he back down again, this time his member prodding somewhere different. She wanted to say no, how crude this was, but the protest died on her lips, and said nothing as he entered her anus.
Perhaps this was why she failed as a nun and Firekeeper, she doubted she'd be able to do these sorts of things, these impure and lewd things, if she had.
>>552372
>All these Dancer pics
>Almost none of Yorshka
>None of Yuria
>None of Anri
>None of Irina
Pickle Pee Pump a Rum has more art than the rest of those combined
>>556987
>>Yoel
>-Pilgrim who intended to die
>-Hollows you maybe
>-Maybe killed by Yuria
Yoel is a pilgrim of londor, and the journey they undertake in their pilgrimage is a fatal one. He lived because he was stronger, but by teaching you and drawing out your true power, he expends what little strength he has left and dies.
He absolutely hollows you.
>>Patches
>-Still fucking Patches
>-Friends with Greirat?
it's implied he's the one who locked greirat in that cell after greirat freed HIM.
also hodrick is fucking crazy. Like actually insane. He's not even properly hollowed, he's just lost it.
Also Eygon and Irina have this weird he-promises-to-kill-her-but-really-takes-care-of-her thing.
>>557106
The very first pic in this thread is of yuria and jesus christ those are the most disgusting tits I've ever seen.
>>556909
Just read the maiden in black story. I definitely loved it! On par with toggle and I cant wait for the next part.
>>553679
Keep up the good work
>>557212
>those are the most disgusting tits I've ever seen
I agree. He should have written about them instead.
>>555958
>Shadman ruining characters with fucking high heels as usual
>>557289
But shad can do no wrong according to 4chan.
>>557326
>>557326
>>557327
Some guy posted demon souls so I'm just posting whatever dark souls I have be jt 1, 2 or 3
>>557329
>>557330
>>557332
Karla is best girl.
>>557334
>>557335
>>557334
she's a cute, but that's not how you say sirris.
>>557305
The fuck are you on about?
No one on 4chan ever turns down an opportunity to shit on shade and his runny mascara bullshit.
>>557305
He's a hack.
>>556987
horace is not anris friend
hes allied with yuria and leads him into marriage with potential lord of hollows (which imo is a bit weird that if you dont off him in smouldering lake anri kills him and goes hollow)
didnt figure out that shit yet
>>558162
wrong, there's a pilgrim like yoel that's working for Yuria that you can find in the church of Yorshka.
Anri and Horace were two sacrifices meant for Aldrich who escaped and became knights.
>>558162
NOPE. Anri is kidnapped by the dragon acolyte using camouflage in the corner of the chapel. Horace gets separated from anri in the catacombs of carthus and goes hollow.
>>558169
yeah, I know.
We're referring to the pilgrim who looks like yoel who's following Anri. You know, the one you meet in the darkmoon tomb?
>>558166
I don't know where you get the kidnapping angle from, tho.
Anri fucking dies and that's the corpse. You stab the corpse, take Anri's humanity, and Anri respawns somewhere else.
>>558176
My bad. Pilgrim's vagina hood faces remind me of dragon acolytes.
>>558162
I'm still not getting this whole marriage thing. I mean, why is it necessary for Yuria to marry you off to some random traveler? Is there something special about her, or could it have just as easily been Karla or Sirris, or Orbeck or Hawkwood? Hell, why didn't Yuria offer herself up for the wedding? I don't know, just seems a bit weird to me
>>558210
no-one's too sure yet, Anri does say that she in unkindled, not hollow or just undead, my theory is that its the union between a hollow (the PC in tht ending) and a pure unkindled (anri) that allows the darksign to oust(?) the first flame and replace it with the dark soul
>>558210
he has remaining dark sigils you have to obsorb to become lord of hollows for hes a hollow too
you get five from yoel through drawing out "true strenght" and the rest you det from anri through this mariage thingy even thou its sticking a ritual sword in his face
>>558219
actually anris gender changes to opposite of yours
>>558225
he/she then
>>554865
You meet her in Rosaria's Chamber?
>>558286
no, but I can see it being a thing one of the writefags could do.
Especially if Rosaria helps.
>>558210
the marriage ceremony is basically you taking Anri's dark sigils to gain the strength needed to usurp the flame. Yuria is guiding you, but Anri is a chosen sacrifice who just doesn't know it yet.
>>558286
Yes, you can find her in Rosaria's Chamber as a slug and kill her for her pick and hat.
>>558377
that's some bloodborne shit. Not quite what I intended when I suggested it.
>>552922
>>552923
Damn, these are good.
>>558421
I just wish he'd post them as a pastebin. Having them broken up into sections and limited by character limit is a pain in the ass.
>>558618
Most porn artists have to jump around and make art of whatever is popular at the given time to keep a fanbase and catch new people who are searching for the content when it's still relevant. It's not surprising that there's been little to no new pictures made of characters from a game released in 2011.
You can always help out and commission the material you want to see made.
>>558618
DS had a huge spike in popularity after the PC release, and the first game stayed relevant even even through the release of the second one and somewhat today. It's not that there's no new Gwynevere porn that bothers me, it's that there never was any Gwynevere porn to begin with.
Not sure how, because at least the giant fetishests should've taken that upon themselves.
>>558618
I agree. Please make more Gwynevere, people.
>>557106
>Almost none of Yorshka
For good reason. Have you taken a good look at her character model? She's got the build of a concentration camp prisoner. Like she hasn't eaten at all in all the years she's been imprisoned in her tower and the only thing keeping her alive is her draconic/divine heritage.
>>557083
It was her duty to destroy evil, those who sought to cause harm to others; Darkwraiths, the Brotherhood, Fingers, Moundmakers. They were to be all slain without hesitation or remorse.
Then why was it that her heart hurt so? Grandad was one of those people, it was her duty to kill him, and as his grandaughter she owed him that at least, they had both known they would fight to the death one day. Despite it being her duty, she found herself here, in some corner outside the shrine, away from everybody, and wretchedly sobbed.
Footsteps alerted her, and she did her best to compose herself before the Ashen One had came upon her. Blessed man, he had tried to speak to her about that fight and who they fought, but it was her burden to bare alone. She had offered her services to him, he did not need to hear what troubled her heart. Still, it did bring great comfort to simply have him here, but not nearly enough.
Maybe that's why she was doing this with him now, him atop her naked body, reveling, readily indulging, in the pleasures of the flesh, him inside her and filling her up. He moved against her own movements, their bodies pressing tightly and closely against one another. He pulled her head up from the ground and shoved his tongue deep into her own and she welcomed it, and as she felt him quicken, getting closer to his own release, she locked her legs around his waist, unwilling to let him cum outside her. She didn't want to think, or care about anything, she just want to enjoy herself, to ignore everything outside this moment.
Her own body spasmed as he flooded her with warmth, leaving her limp and without breath, her arms slacking from his shoulders. She would appreciate having moments like these more, the world was bleak enough as is, and she just needed something to help her forget the worst parts of this world. She liked not thinking.
He he decided to take advantage of her oath to him for future use, she would no object to being used in such a way.
>>558928
The thought of dead Jews makes my penis so hard it hurts. Bring on the Yorshka.
>>558928
That's one of the reason I really don't want to lewd her; she looks like she'd bruise from a brush against the shoulder; sex would probably puncture her lung.
>>558955
You can always (erotically) pour your estus on her while ramming deep inside her. That'll work, right?
>Yorshka gives you a blowjob
>You pour Estus on her as you begin to nut
Found this.
>>557289
>High Heels
I agree. She's already really tall, and I prefer the sollerets
[spoiler] sexy, sexy sollerets [/spoiler]
I want so much Gwendolyn right now.
>>557106
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wTndUgskZQ
Has vaiire written anything new yet? If not can you write some mind break cock-worship esq karla smut?
>>558946
Things had been fuzzy to Anri. She recalled walking through the halls of Irithyll, the air cold through her armor. Even though she was at a bonfire, a place of safety, she could not shake the feeling that she was not along. Paranoia brought on by the loss of Horus, maybe? From outside she heard a noise and carefully walked to the door, head peaking out with her sword in hand, but she did not see anything, she was in no danger.
That was when everything went dark for her.
When she woke up there was a cloth on her face, and upon removing it she saw a masked woman standing before her. She's seen her around the shrine, sticking to the shadows, filling Anri in unease whenever she caught sight of her. Yuria was her name, and she congratulated her on the wedding.
At first, she was confused. Wedding? Her? When? Her head hurt and there was much she did not understand, but the more Yuria explained, everything just seemed... right. Yes, the Ashen One, the now Lord of Hollows, she was his wife now. She didn't remember loving him, appreciating him yes, but not love.
She tried not to think, it made her head hurt. All she knew was that she met him, much later, in a barren twisted wasteland, having stolen fire. After that in was in Londor, in his new chambers.
This was supposed to be her wedding night, she did not oppose him when he pushed her to the soft bed, hands roaming over her body while he stripped them both. He entered her without warning, sending a shock through her body as he rocked back and forth and her head swam as the sensations overwhelmed her. She shook and cried out as he continued, and she tried to grasp at his shoulders but it was as if her body would not listen to what she wanted it to do. When it was over, she could only lie there, thoughts too hazy and body numb from pleasure, yet he continued on and her body continued to orgasm under his touch, no matter how slight. Every thrust made her lose herself.
This was right though, she was his wife now.
>>560793
I can't get off to this, can't bang beef jerky.
>>560835
hollow ending is the best tho
>>560840
I'd have to give her an untrue dark ring or a million purging stones.
>hollow ending best
>not just wanting to make everything dark for countless millennia and spend it with your beloved Firekeeper.
>>560793
excuse me but who the fuck is horus. its hard to misspell it from horace
>The Plain Doll sat on her little perch, staring out into the fog, as usual, mind a peaceful blank. She had no reason to anything, as she was a doll, meant to aid weary hunters and embolden their sickly spirits. What else would she have want to do?
>A churning, ethereal sound heralded the return of her current charge. The Good Hunter. A soothing sensation echoed through her mind. She cared for the hunter, as was her duty, her design. She was happy to, as what else would she desire, as a doll?
>He walked over, steps slightly hobbled. The journey to the Hunters Dream always left a hunter’s body cleaned of blood and other filth, but she could tell from the heady pulse of blood echoes churning in his body that he had been through much since he had last visited her.
>She did not get up until he came and bade her to, as was her etiquette. She smiled softly and looked down at him. “Welcome home Good Hunter. What is it you desire?”
>He looked at her with bloodshot eyes, saying nothing. Hunters were oft a silent sort. She paid no mind. Of course, she loved them, is that not how they made her?
>He grasped her hand suddenly, tightly. With his other hand, he held her side. He had an insistent, hungry look in his eyes. But The doll could also see the aching exhaustion in his face, covered as it was. She understood, and felt no discomfort. Every hunter who came to the dream eventually became overwhelmed by their duties, and began to desperately need release. It was her purpose, after all.
>>561797
>She had only ever given this good hunter the barest ministrations, a gentle stroke here, a tender kiss there. He had held back, almost adorably shy about indulging in her. Why should he feel such a way, when she was there for his comfort? To embolden his sickly spirit.
>She turned her head slightly, not shocked, not upset, not worried at all. “Good Hunter? Are you in need of comfort? I am a doll, and I am here to serve you. Feel no shame in using me.”
>He still hesitated, as wild as the look in his eyes was, he still held himself back from ravaging her. His will was strong, holding back against the beast in all men. The doll smiled. He would be a very good hunter. She gently moved her free hand to the front of her dress, and began undoing the buttons and fastens of her fancy attire. “Oh Good Hunter, please, continue.”
>She had bared her chest for him, perfectly formed, the smooth bumps of her nipples painted with hazy dots of pink. Her body was perfect and smooth as porcelain, but malleable and warm like flesh. She wanted him to touch her. All for his sake, of course…
>His resolve broke, and he groped her left breast, squeezing it in his gloved hand. He was strong, very song, and she exhaled sharply. Of course she could feel pleasure, how else would she be able to know how to please others? She smiled and placed her hand upon his hip. She loomed over him at her full hight, and in a way he was like a child compared to her. And of course, what is a doll that does not have a child to play with her?
>He tore at the rest of her clothes, tearing open the front of her dress, and roughly yanking down her skirt. It was no matter. Like her body, her clothes would forget all damage in a short while. Right now it was time to please her good hunter. She would satisfy all of his desires, tame the beast inside him
>All for his sake, of course…
>>561800
>He brought his other hand to her stomach, heavily jointed as it was, her belly still had a faint mimicry of human warmth. Enough for the hunter, clearly, as he pressed his body into hers. His breath was ragged, and ha a pungent, animal scent to it. She did not mind. She loved her hunter, was that not how they made her?
>She gently moved her hand to his shoulders, rubbed at the tense muscles buried under layers of leather. He was so weary from his duties. But now her duties would relieve them both. …Relieve him, of course, is what she meant. Dolls had no need for pleasure.
>He kept tearing away at her outfit, leaving her bare, save her lovely hat. She liked her hat, as much as a simple doll could enjoy objects. It was nice that it was spared for the moment. She giggled, doftly. “Oh good hunter, you are in need of comfort indeed. Come, indulge yourself in me, let the echoes become your strength.”
>She lowered her head to his, and kissed at his covered mouth. “Now close your eyes.”
>He did, even while his bestial lusts roared for control, he obeyed her request. She smiled softly. “Good.”
>She moved her arms, pale false-flesh lined with joints, to unfasten HIS clothing, starting with his belt. His flesh was red, angry, engorged with its own supply of blood. He was truly full to bursting with echoes. She enjoyed this part of tending to her hunters very much. All for their sake, of course…
>She gently stroked it, her hands, for all their joints, never pinched or felt uncomfortable against the flesh. She was too well-versed to let that happen. She gently stroked the length, feeling it embolden and stiffen harder in her grip. She gave it one last lingering touch with her finger tip, then knelt down, and inserted it into her mouth.
>The Hunter grunted, clutching at her silky hair. She looked up at him and gave him a reassuring look with her eyes. She gave a happy moan around his length, a pleasant sound, trying to show to her he was as delightful as any treat. She ran her velvety tongue over his meat. It was hot, pulsing in her mouth with insistent fury. Beads of pre collected on the tip, and she lapped them up as quickly as they formed. The taste was powerful and musky. Stronger than many other hunters she had tasted, and she had tasted quite a number.
>Already from these faint tastes, she could feel the energy of echoes coursing through her. Soon she could help him turn these echoes into strength, channel them through her body and feed the power back into his. She longed to feel that power, that rush of lively energy course through her. For his sake, of course…
>She paused however, sudden inspiration grabbing her, as unusual that is for a simple doll. She should let him give her his fullest, let him unleash all the pent up energy in the most satisfying way. She pulled back, licked her lips appreciatively, and laid back, presenting her naked body to him.
>“Oh Good Hunter, unleash your echoes inside me, so I may channel them into your strength.”
>He stood there, looking at her with those same wild eyes, why did he hesitate so much? She was here for him, she always would be. He need not feel ashamed.
>>561809
>She smiled brighter, and reached down to her womanly folds, opening up her lips with two fingers. “Good hunter…” She purred. “It is my duty to serve you… Don’t be so unkind as to make me wait~” Part of her was surprised. She had never acted this forward previously. Not to kind Djura, or the lovely crow who so loved to nibble at her bosom. But this hunter, this Good Hunter, he drove her to act more and more. Was it his scent? His teasing hesitance? That look in his eyes perhaps? Unconsciously, she licked her lips again, wondering if perhaps she should of stayed with using her mouth. But that was foolish, her desire was only to serve him, She needed no more than that. Didn’t she?
>It was no matter, the hunter had finally given in and began thrusting inside of her, gripping her shoulders tightly, too consumed by the act to make any noise besides heavy breathing. Every movement was wild, powerful, if the doll was a normal girl, not even a girl who’d imbibed blood, she might have at the very least been very sore, sprained and aching. But no, she was a doll, and she would tend to her hunter.
>She made a shuddering, gasping sound as he thrust after a moment of pause, as though he had been charging all of the momentum for this next strike. This was… this was more than she was used to. More power, more blood echoes, more -pleasure- than she was used to.
>>561809
>And she liked it. It was not her place to care how her hunters performed but she liked this. She loved it. His facemask undone, he moved his face to her neck, biting into her, just roughly enough to leave an imprint of his slightly-too-sharp teeth, but not yet drawing blood. Or whatever counted for her blood.
She moaned, rolling her back, feeling her joints pop and re-settle as she bent. This was too much. She never felt like this before! Was this why he held back? Did he know his body was so irresistible once a girl had a taste of it? Did he fear the mind-shattering pleasure he could induce? His heat, his scent, his touch, his -strength- was all too much for her. She was just a hapless toy and he was a hunter, a beast, a GOD!
“Hunter! Goohhhddd Hh-HUNTER! F-ill me! Fill me with your echoes!” She was wanton, wrapping herself around him, pressing him as tight against him as she could. She was being a bad doll, craving him, demanding his closeness for her own pleasure.
But she -needed-.
She needed his touch all over her. Needed him to take her and bend her and use her, she was his doll, his toy to make himself happy with.
His breath quickened, his pulse rose. She could feel him nearing blessed release, to spill his seed, and in turn his echoes, into her slutty body. She quickly grasped both sides of his face and pressed her lips against his, tasting his steamy breath and running her tongue along his sharp teeth.
>>561814
>She clenched her walls around him, and he began to release, warmth pouring into her body in steady pulses of white hot pleasure. As she felt the power of the echoes began to burn inside her, she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth and poured the energy back into his body. She rolled her eyes back as she felt his body tense up with increased power.
>He remained on top of her, catching his breath. His eyes had lost their wild edge, and he stared her almost confused, like a lost child. She looked at him and smiled.
>“Good hunter, your presence somehow soothes…”
>>561814
>She clenched her walls around him, and he began to release, warmth pouring into her body in steady pulses of white hot pleasure. As she felt the power of the echoes began to burn inside her, she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth and poured the energy back into his body. She rolled her eyes back as she felt his body tense up with increased power.
>He remained on top of her, catching his breath. His eyes had lost their wild edge, and he stared her almost confused, like a lost child. She looked at him and smiled.
>“Good hunter, your presence somehow soothes…”
>>561830
>The Hunter tested the weight of his weapon. After he had… blown off steam with the doll, he had spent time in the workshop, hammering out his weapon with his gathered blood shards. He wasn’t quite sure how smashing a bunch of congealed blood against his saw cleaver was going to make it hit harder, but it seemed to work.
>He looked at the Doll, who had return to her sitting position, clothes miraculously undamaged. He shuddered at how crazy he’d gotten. After the horror he had been going through, waking up in a clinic bed with no memory of who he was… And then having to kill…
>He felt the small wooden box in his coat pocket. It had been too much for him, seeing that man lose himself like that, murdering his own loved ones without any understanding. He was terrified of that, losing himself. When the stress of what he’d done had become to much and he tried to bury his frustrations in the doll, he had scared himself, badly. Scared himself with how forceful he was, filled with just this animal need to rut and make her his bitch. But she kept assuring him, with that silky, dreamy voice. She seemed to not take any offense, looking at her. He was glad of that at least. As strange as she was, she was one of the few friends she had in this fucked up world he’d found himself in.
>He gave her a wave of farewell before he knelt down at the gravestone, and warped back to the Tomb of Oedon.
>She waved back, as though nothing of any great importance had just happened.
>>561832
The doll felt happy watching her Hunter return to the city. He was strong, even stronger now she’d helped him. She shuddered suddenly, remembering the pleasure. He had made her change somehow, gotten her hooked on his special brand of physical affection.
She wanted so badly for him to be safe, to hunt well and gain more blood echoes. And then return to her to spend them. She panted slightly at the thought of it. He would come back to her, every time stronger than the last, every time filling her with more blood echoes than the last. She would be there for him, and she would embolden his lusty spirit. And she would love him as much as a plaything could love its master.
She idly reached down between her legs and scooped up a remaining droplet of his seed, licking it off her finger.
Of course, was that not how they made her?
++++++++++
The hunter was a unique breed. He had brought with him not only a terrible ailment, but a near inhuman libido. He had forgotten the days he had spent trying to sate it with no end, but it now had Yharnam to run wild in, and perhaps it was a hunger deeper even than man’s hunger for blood.
And perhaps it would indeed find ways to sate itself.
For he brought his lust in him within the dream, and all things in the dream are reflected in the conscious world.
The night of the hunt was on. And he would hunt to feed his hunger soon enough.
>>557200
Actually, you can send Patches out to save Greirat when he goes to Irythll and Lothric Castle. Greirat always dies in the castle though. So FROM tricked us all with Patches this time around.
>>561833
Very nice, typically I'm not into stuff with the Doll, but this was an enjoyable read nonetheless.
>>560793
Karla knew she was a disgusting creature. It wasn't hard for anyone to figure out, to see a child born from the Abyss, the Dark standing in front of them. It was the reason she was locked up for so long, because no one wanted her walking around in the world, among the half-decent, mad hollows.
That's why she liked this Ashen One. For some reason, he seemed to genuinely like her, he would let her teach her magic and pyromancy, even the ones born of Dark, and he took in every word she said. Perhaps he was mad? It was selfish of her, but she liked the attention he gave her, since everyone else in the shrine seemed ignore her at best. It really didn't much to make her rethink the relationship they had and what she wanted from it. She had been in the middle of teaching him an Abyss spell when she began to untie the cloak around her shoulder. At first he seemed uncertain at what she was doing but quickly caught one, and she asked him to keep this a secret between them.
He was rather enthusiastic, undoing her robes while she undid his armor, and pushed her back into the small alcove she called home. A hand reached down and began to tease at her nethers, carefully prodding, but never beyond that, even though she tried to grind her hips into him. He rewarded her by shoving her fingers into her, having her cry out as he thrust into her, her whole body shaking, tightening around his digits until she came. Giving a blissful gasp she looked down to see his member straining against his pants.
With that she turned around onto her hands and knees, lowering her head to the ground and raising her rear up into the air, swaying it before him, looking back to him over her shoulder with a wink. He grabbed at her hips and shoved himself into her sopping cunt, coaxing a grunting scream from her as she gripped the scarce quilt she had been using. She put no effort into trying to contain the explicit sounds she was making, she wanted him to know full well was he was doing to her.
>>562509
Well, that's the last of the DSIII girls I've wanted to do. I still want to keep up these mini-stories, but I'm not sure where to go with this next, so I'll just take suggestions, but with some guidelines.
>I feel like writing for my favorites right now.
>Astrea, Ciaran, Lucatiel, Eileen, Sirris. (Pool will likely expand later)
>Male MC
>Suggest a theme/scenario in 1 to 3 words.
Can't wait to see what people want.
---
Also, while we're on the subject on DSIII NPCs, does anyone else feel luke warm towards them? I've already mentioned that I like Sirris, and Greirat gets some points, really no one sticks out for me. Maybe I need to play for it myself, or at least watch a more in-depth LP, but really I'm just kind of "eh" on everyone. Or is this just me?
>>553475
>getting parried that hard
fucking noob ass fire keeper
>>562569
Rosaria?
>>562569
Play it. I barely care for the BB chars because I never actually played it, only watched a stream.
Ciaran
Failed Assasination
>>562569
Failed assassination, ciaran gets strangled then fucked
>>563231
>ciaran
>failed
dis nigga
>>562569
The Pontiff "corrupting" the dancer. Or Ashen one "uncorrupting" her.
>>563117
Maybe, I'm certain that my opinions might change with more exposure, I've actually been giving Hawkwood some thought, and when looking at all the Crestfallens, I like that I can see how each iteration has a bit more to him than the last. Though I still maintain that I feel that some characters lean a bit too much on references to past characters for my liking.
(I'll get to the Ciaran drabble later tonight.)
Doll-Lewd author here, started work on an Amelia fic. here's the first part, the set up.
http://pastebin.com/3nSY8VDS
>>563951
WHO DID THIS
>>563995
I did, I don't really post anywhere else.Iv been trying to make more content for Dark souls.
>>564007
YOU'RE MY FRIEND NOW.
you should totally get something to post on, this is some pretty good work. there's not enough maneater mildred art out there
>>564066
I might make a tumblr for it, Still trying to get used to drawing, its been a few years, and i'm Kinda rusty.
>>564197
I am!
Im currently working on an amelica fic, here's he first build up part half thing.
http://pastebin.com/3nSY8VDS
>>563703
Ciaran watched as the undead left the coliseum, the Soul of Artorias tucked away in his pockets, and her heart sunk the further it was from her. When she had realized that he was the only who had slain the infected Artorias, someone strong enough to defeat a knight of Lord Gwyn, it made her think of what the state he had been in could possibly have been like. She had heard things from Gough, who claimed to only hear the mad screams coming from below her tower, but he could provide nothing else.
She had asked for Artorias' soul, wanting to have what was left of him near her heart at all times, but he had refused.His refusal threw her off for a moment, and a part of her wanted to beg for it, but she chose not too. Artorias would not have approved of her doing such things; he had been honorable and noble man, filled with pride, a knight that other should look up to.
She, however, was an assassin, there was no room for pride or honor in her line of work. A Lord's Blade, back when there was a lord to serve, she had used more than blades to kill those Gwyn deemed to die, from poison to staging accidents, they all died the same.
So she followed him into the ruined city, sticking to the shadows as he slayed the corrupted and twisted citizens of Oolacile, waiting for a moment to strike him. She tailed him as he entered a small room, killing one of the sorcerers, its head bending at a strange angle. Curiously to her, he reached down and tried to pry it off, struggling to remove the head from the neck. What had possessed him to do this?
Still, she saw this as her chance; she slowly came up behind him, blade in hand, ready to plunge it into the back of his neck.
Suddenly a rotted board split beneath her foot, nearly tripping her, and the undead spun around on her. The distance between them was close enough, so she pressed on, but he was able to parry her, knocking the blade from her hand.
>>564318
She was open for the briefest of moments, but it was enough for him to take his club and slam it against the side of her head. Collapsing to the ground, her head hit the ground and she heard the cracking of glass, and a piece of her porcelain mask fell away. So beautifully crafted, she viewed it as a symbol of who she was, and what she had accomplished. It had survived so much, but this undead had broken it?
Disgusting human, destroying and taking away what was precious to her.
The undead ran up and kicked at her other hand, forcing her to drop her remaining blade, but she had rolled over, sending a throwing knife at him. He managed to dodge it, but with her weapons too far away she made the desperate move to attack him, leaping into the air and trying to rip his throat out, but her was quick to recover, and caught her, grabbing hold of the front of her robe and pushing her backwards until she was slammed against a wall. The breath was knocked out of her as she tried to fight back, but he ended up pressing his forearm against her neck. She chocked, trying to claw at his face, trying to remove the arm from her, but with every moment that passed, the weight on her became more painful, her vision more blurry, and her attempts becoming weaker with each swing. In a futile attempt to breath she tore off her mask, clattering it to the ground when more pieces chipped off. Everything was dark for a moment before he took his arm away, letting her drop to the ground, and she chocked up a number of coughs, trying to fill her lungs with as much air as possible, but the intake of air hurt her lungs too much. She felt as though she could still pass out any moment.
Above her she heard the sounds of metal and cloth rustling, and when she looked up she saw what he had done. His penis stood, large and thick, erect as it pointed directly at her, and for a moment she was filled with fear as he grabbed her hair, gripping blonde neatly enough to muss up her neatly done braid.
>>564370
He pulled her forward, forcing the tip against her lips, sealed tightly as she tried to resist him, but he was too strong and he was pushed into her mouth and down her throat. He didn't let up after that as he pulled her head back and pushing it forward again, each thrust putting more and more into her mouth. She chocked on him, trying desperately to breathe as she swung her arms as his legs, but he was unrelenting in his actions, and soon she found his testicles bouncing off her chin, the length down her throat. Breathing through her nose, she could begin to taste the precum forming at the tip, spraying down her throat, a prelude to what was going to happen.
Suddenly he pulled out and let her drop to the ground. She chocked, trying to breathe and coughing out spittle as she did so, wiping the precum from her mouth with her sleeve, but she was pulled aside as the undead gripped at her leggings and tearing them down, leaving her exposed from the waist down.
Using one hand he pinned bother her arms by the wrists, above her head, leaving her unable to move. As he settled between her legs she looked down to see that he had gripped himself and aimed.
"Wait. no!" she tried to cry, but her throat still hurt. Without care he entered her, pushing himself in, inch by inch, filling her out and stretching her as she struggled against him.
He rutted, slamming his hips into hers, she cried out as with each thrust, her heels digging into the ground. A sudden chill came over her as his free hand came up and tore at her armor, tearing it off and her breasts were free to the air, bouncing with the movements of her body.
Ciaran tried not to think of this degradation and humiliation, but to her shame, this was doing something to her. He kept stroking against something inside her, building up a tightening in her gut that only built up with each thrust.
She came. The orgasm tore through her body and all she could do was hoarsely scream as he body became numb and limp.
>>564437
Never before had she ever had an orgasm like that. Artorias had given her a great deal of pleasure in his life, but it had always been the result of gentle love making. The great difference in their sizes always had made sex a cautious issue, with him being afraid that he would cause her harm, despite her words that she was more durable than her gave her credit for.
This on the other hand was rough, and violent. This undead, who took away the love of her life, was now taking her body for his own pleasure, uncaring for her own well-being, and it ended up shaking her whole body.
Her moans and grunts only seemed to stir him on further, this thrusts becoming shorter and quicker, pounding away at her without pause or care, and after a few jerks she felt him cum. Heat spiked through her as his cum flooded her, reaching into her womb she felt. All she could do was lazily lull her head as he pulled out, leaving her with a gaping emptiness that allowed his seed to spill out of her. As she looked down, she saw several more ropes erupt from the head and land on her lower stomach.
Standing up, the undead fixed his trousers up, putting himself away and kneeling down by her head, cupping her cheek gently. She attempted to reach for his hand, but before she could touch him he pulled away, walked to the other side of the room, and picked up her weapons. Pocketing them up he headed for the door.
He told her to meet her bonfire at the town's entrance if she ever wanted to meet up again.
The words ringing through her mind, she passed out.
---
When Ciaran saw him approach the fire, she jumped to her feet, and stared him down, her eyes no longer hidden by a mask.
He folded his arms over his chest and waited for her to make the first move.
Despite her best efforts to try and run away, Ciaran stepped towards him and dropped to her knees, pulling his trousers down with her. His penis sprung out, and hating herself she began to lick at the tip.
(END)
>>564670
Your art may not be my thing in particular but thank you for at least contributing here to curb the writefag bullshit.
>>564728
I'm getting better the more I work (or at least I hope I am), So hopefully It will be better in the future. Its been 4 years since I touched a Tablet to draw with.
>>558946
I'm impressed, this is the most vanilla and consensual thing you've ever written, I almost didn't think it was possible.
>>564271
I'm liking this so far, keep it up!
>>564880
there WAS the Eileen one, but that still made me sad.
>>557334
Agreed.
>>557351
You mean Irina.
>>564880
At the very least, want to put some element of sadness into each one, and what I was trying to do here was have Sirris killing her grandfather make her not want to think or feel anything anymore, just to let herself be fully submerged in pleasure, to have the Ashen One have full control of her life.
To be honest, I feel like the DSIII ones I've done are a bit weak, I've said it before but I'm sort of lukewarm on this game's NPCs, so I don't think I'm able to write for them as well as I'd hope. It also doesn't help that I was having trouble coming up with a persona for the Ashen One; even though all the drabbles have been from the woman's POV, I always had a clear idea about why the MC wanted to have sex with them. The Slayer enjoys the mind breaking because he likes the power, the Chosen Undead is trying to make the women reliant not on gods, but him, and the Bearer of the Curse is self-serving, sleeping with anyone because he wants to and feels he just can. The Good Hunter ended up being a bit more vague I felt, but I was always lost on what to do with the Ashen One.
>>564951
No. It will remain. Accept that fact that in the end, she betrayed Artorias because someone fucked her to the floor, and ended up loving it.
No scorpioness najka?
Rule 34 accusation made
Also, any suggestions to work on possibly later?
>>566001
A suicide note.
FINISHED VICAR AMELIA FIC, FRESH FROM THE OVEN!
http://pastebin.com/7GSFXbLt
>>558754
I'd let her eat me if yaknowwatimean
>>566047
I appreciate your fics for not being constantly depressing/rapey like toggle's.
>>566194
But it fits dark souls mood.
>>566194
Too bad, rape is amazing
>>565973
B-but Ciaran is canonically pure.
>>566275
Have a particular scenario in mind? Keep it to three words at most.
>>566281
The breaking of her mask, and her not wearing it at the end, was symbolic of the ridding of that purity.
>>566287
You're mean to my waifu.
>>559119
>this is a fetish of mine
>>566047
>Hammerfucking
Well that's new.
>>566287
>explaining his "symbolism"
This is like putting a dunce cap on yourself and drinking from a sippy cup.
>>566047
Really nice work! You made Amelia into such a cutie~
>>567292
>>567294
>>567295
no dick
>>567287
tight spot ahead
therefore try tongue
>>567296
>>567303
>>567309
>>566284
scam discovered, revenge.
>>565983
Now that you mention it, it's kinda wierd that she doesn't have any r34. Specially considering her storyline is about lovers, one would expect at least one ntrfag to draw a shitty sketch of it.
>>553679
you should forget soft shading imo, it sucks ass, do hard>soften the edges a bit, and then just some light shading when it's all finished
also what tablet are you using?
I love your poses and titles also
also some sketch I did, should I render it?
>>567672
bad game, bad boss fight and is just a copy of quelaag
Did this recently, planning to do a bunch of other Souls guys and girls in the next while
>>567714
I'm Using a Wacom Bamboo splash I got a couple years back, and I did recently stop the soft shading, it yielded much better results. And that sketch looks really good, Id be interested to see it finished, good work.
>>567770
love the style mang, looks good.
no idea if its your cup of tea, but could I request futa dancer? hell just dancer
>>567843
Thanks!
She's already on my list. Wasn't going to do futa, but I'll do a futa alt as well if it's wanted
>>567846
its very much wanted. thanks in advance mang
>>567328
Licia of Lindelt sat on the ground of the Majula Rotunda, in her hand she held open an old scroll, a very old scroll, reading the tales that were told upon it. She'd done this hundreds of times, if maybe thousands, yet she, nor the stuffy clerics back in Lindelt, had yet to discover where it had come from. It told the tale of a goddess of sunlight, but there was some vagueness there, and it was difficult to really tell much about it. Still, it was the most valuable thing that the Lindelt Monastery had.
And it was hers now, and no one could take it away from her.
Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs and she jumped up to her feet, carefully curling up the scroll and gently placing it in her bag and clasped her hands together, saying a prayer to the gods above. It was of no surprise to her that it was that undead who came through, since the rest of the hicks in this backwater set of dilapidated shacks seemed to stupid to even understand what she said most of the time. The only reason she even stayed here was because of him, he was a faithful man, which she did appreciate, and he was a dependent source of souls, which she appreciated more. He stopped before her while she gave a kind smile, and he asked about miracles, and their origins, and the gods that spawned them back when the First Flame was lit.
"You do not have enough faith yet to understand such things. I can help you with this, but you will need more miracles."
He stared at her for a moment, a bit worrying for her how he looked at her, but those thoughts were pushed away when he asked to turn the rotunda. Happily she agreed and asked him to bow his head and join her in prayer, but not before she collected the souls that were now owed to her. As he lowered his head and closed her eyes, she quickly slipped a hand into her robes and pulled out the rotunda stone and swung her arm, aiming to insert it into the activation mechanism.
She didn't expect him to reach out and grip her arm.
>>568085
She gasped as he held onto her like a vice, surprised at the sudden action.
"What are you doing?!" she cried out, but he only stared at the stone in her hand. "This? Oh, it's a cataylst of sorts, yes, that's what it is. Only for the most advance clerics."
He didn't say anything, and instead he pulled out a chime of his own, the same one she had given him as an incentive to pay for her services more, He shook it, the bell jingling, and a wave of dark spread out a round him. A hex? What did it do?
His grasp tightened on her wrist as he yanked the stone stone from her and slammed it into the mechanism. A moment later the rotunda moved.
The glare he shot her was not something she liked, to her it was very dangerous. Whatever that hex was, she didn't like it.
"My, it seems like you are faithful enough! You have surpassed my very expectations!"
His response was to roughly shove her back, sending her falling to the floor, and as she recovered he began to dig around in her bag. To her horror he had pulled out her scroll. Getting that back was the only important thing to her, so she pulled out her own chime and readied up a miracle. Only, nothing came.
She panicked and wrung the chime again, trying to coax out something to aid her, praying to the gods to answer her calls for help. But nothing happened, so blasts of white light, no thunder from the heavens, no soothing warm glows. Her hands began to shake, why was this happening to her? Why were the gods not answering her prayers?
The undead then grabbed the chime from her hand and threw it across the room, leaving her with nothing to even bring her comfort in her in this peril. Scrambling to her feet, Licia retreated from the undead as walked towards her until she was pressed against the wall, her heart beating in her chest, her body trembling.
The undead raised a hand and pushed her hood back, and before she knew it he had forced his lips onto her. She tried to strike back, but her blows were nothing.
>>568119
Licia's attempts to get him away only stir him on more, and he began to grope at her body through her robes, her hips and her breasts while his tongue invaded her mouth. With one hand he gripped at her coat and pulled it off her, tearing it away from her shoulders and dropping it to the ground.
He then turned her around, pressing her front against the wall as a hand slid down her hip, before his hand looped on the inside of her trousers and pulled them down to her knees. Her breath hitched in her throat as his fingers squeezed her naked rear. She then heard him fiddle with his trousers while he held tightly onto one of her shoulders.
Why was this happening? She was a good person, she prayed, she brought the Word of the Gods to others. Yes, she asked for momentary compensation in return, but the world was a cruel place, and you couldn't feed or house yourself on faith alone.
The tip of his member pressed nether lips and she hissed. This wasn't supposed to be happening, she was meant to remain pure, so why were the gods allowing this to happen to her? Why had they abandoned her so cruelly like this?
Then in one quick movement he was entirely inside her, his hips pressing against her rear, forcing a scream from her.
"S-Stop...!" But he didn't listen to her as he pulled out before slamming back into her. She cried as the pain flooded her abdomen, unrelenting as he tore away at her virginity. Closing her eyes she tried to pray, but the words kept dying in her mind with each thrust, unable to keep her thoughts straight.
Why were the gods letting this continue? What did she do to wrong them so? Were they just being cruel to one of their most faithful disciples? Did they enjoy this, her having this feeling building up inside her?
Even though she was a cleric, she wasn't naive. She'd heard other women talk about sex, and what it meant when she orgasmed. Suddenly her whole body tightened up before something in her broke open, and everything felt good.
>>568165
Bliss was mixed in with the pleasure, before the shame came upon her. She had sinned, yes it had been against her will but she had taken pleasure from being penetrated by a man. Licia cried, not for the violation of her body, but from the breaking of her faith; was this really how the truly faithful were repaid for the dedication?
Despite her own breaking, the undead continued, not showing any signs of tiring. He seemed to take great pleasure in what he had done to her, and pressed his body more tightly against himself, holding her up on legs that her close to giving out.
His thrusts started to become quicker, more shallow, somehow reaching further into her, before he stopped altogether, and she could feel him twitching inside her, shooting loads of hot cum into her. She then felt herself being dropped the ground, him pulling out and leaving her with a terrible empty sensation, and as she laid herself against the wall he stood there, stroking himself. Before she could even wonder what he was doing he came again, ropes of thick cum landing on her face and hair, and she could only stare in shock.
When he was done he put the miracle in his pocket and walked away, leaving the rotunda. The last thing he did before leaving was turn back to her and told her to earn it back.
Licia sat there, half-naked and covered in come, staring forward. Looking to her side she saw her chime, laying only within arm's reach of her, and made a weak attempt to grasp at it, but it felt too heavy, like dead weight, in her and she left drop back down with a single pathetic jingle.
She wanted to believe that she still had some pride, however untrue that may have been. She took the miracle in the first place because she felt she deserved it, she was the most faithful cleric in Lindelt afterall, but now it was for different reasons, it was now hers because she was owed it. She would get it back, as long as she had it in her hands, everything could be okay.
(Next suggestions?)
>>568202
Alva x Zullie
>>568202
>(Next suggestions?)
Raped by that ghru that stands real tall and facefucks you
>>564951
WAIFU FAG DETECTED
BERATE BEGINS
GIT GUD SCRUB
THE LEGEND NEVER DIES
>>568298
Ciaran was a good girl! She loved Arty with all her soul memory! She would never betray his trust!
>>555599
Unfortunately I HIGHLY doubt Dancer looks like that without the helmet. I would be expecting some grotesque monster, but that would potentially ruin my fapping so
>>568319
If you turn the brightness of the game up, you can see that she's hollowed out. But I'd think she'd be beautiful of she weren't corrupted. That's why I hate the Pontiff so much.
>>568326
Those are some fucking sexy lips despite the fact that she's got the bag of ass hollowification shit going on.
>You'll never slip her a purging stone in a kiss
>>568336
I want to save her from the Pontiff, so that she isn't hollow and had her armor fused to her hide. And marry her instead of Anri.
>>568340
>You'll never grope and squeeze her ass as the stone begins to work, the armor separating from her flesh, her body writhing in a mix of pain and pleasure as skin begins to rapidly grow
>She'll never tear her helmet off and draging in a huge lungful of air, gasping as foreign sensations course though her
>You'll never lock eyes with her for the first time without her veil in the way, pupils dilated in an emotion she hadn't felt in so long
>You'll never become hyper aware at her weight pinning you in place, and how rapid and needy her breath becomes
>She'll never begin to strip her armor off, revealing the fresh, soft and smooth Irithyllian complexion she lost so long ago
>>568349
We need a full smut story of this. I wish I could marry her instead of Anri.
>>567770
Really fucking good
>>568354
I'm bored of killing fat golden beyblades, so I guess I can have a shot at a short bit of smut
>>568360
>fat golden beyblades
Holy fuck, I laughed for way longer than I should've. Made my night.
>>568354
It occurred to him as he stood rooted, body and shield absorbing the mad flurry of blows from the titanic axe, and its equally mad wielder. Perhaps men always had this strength. He peeks out around his shield to watch the muscles of the hollow bulge and tear as it winds up for a vicious, shield sundering bow.
He braces himself, and meets the axe with a shoulder jarring slam, forcing the axe to his side, metal grinding and screeching against metal as the axe splits the stone below. Leaving the mad hollow completely open. His sword sinks into its throat, and the undead creature gargles in its death throes. This mind degrading corruption was strength, in its own way.
And that was how he was going to pass the steadfast yet elusive sentinel that barred his way to Lothric Castle, whose supple figure he can still see writhing through the mist and shadow when he closes his eyes. He was going to rob her strength.
Bleeding heavily after clearing the way to the mysterious wall of fog that seemed to loom forebodingly over him, he clutched at the ember, and steadied his shuddering heart. A firestorm of emotion seared through him, anger, humiliation, excitement, anticipation. And something deeper... a yearning.
Rejuvenated, he passes through the fog, and that elusive, alluring Irithyllian form beings to stalk him one more, exuding an almost sadistic recognition, despite how mindless she was supposed to be. Shield up, he stands steadfast as she approaches, circling him for now, her lurking figure bending and twisting as she shows her defenselessness to him, goading him into a false move. But patient persevered, and as her hips twitch, he dives aside, narrowly avoiding the searing blade that flashes out at him from an impossible, contorted angle. Her lithe and twisted torso straightens, and she resumes her circling.
He can almost feel her lips twist into a smile.
I'll just mention that while she's still big, she isn't as fuck huge as she is in the game in this
>>568373
She lunges once more, and he evades, this time lashing out with his blade. In the cold, silent room, the sound of metal rending metal screams around the pillars and reverberates off the walls. She reels back, surprised but unharmed. The move wasn't a waste though. He watches her misty, cool breath spill out of the hole rent in her mask.
This time the smile graces his lips.
The circling stops, and the playful almost cat-like nature vanishes. He rolls back as a wave of black surges from her, and puts up his shield as an even large one crashes into him after. He barely has time to gather himself before the black wave is parted, and two twin blades slam into the ground where he was just standing. Diving forward, the ensuing flurry passes him over head. He drops his shield and sword, a sense of weightlessness overcoming him, and he ducks again as another blade sails over his head. as she twists around to face him, he lunges at her, taking her off guard, and tackling her into the ground.
A faint, human reaction slips past her madness, and he takes advantage of that small, feminine gasp to slip the stone past her lips. It sticks in her throat and before she even realizes what happened, she swallows. The effect of the stone doesn't kick in until she'd twisted her legs around his hips, and flipped them over so she straddles him, her sword poised to strike.
But just before it does, something seizes her, and her sword drops to the floor, clattering, her hands clutching at her chest. He watches in rapt interest as she begins to make noises, smell whines of pain with the interspersed gasp of pleasure mixed in. Her arm moves, and he flinches, but rather than strike him, she reaches up to her helm and tears it off, dead white and stringy hair falling out limpidly.
>>568391
Her face is contorted with corruption, withered and empty, yet as a hint of lucidity comes to her pale blue eyes, he sees other more physical changes begin to surface. Her cheeks and lips begin to fill out and soften. A certain soft silkiness bleeds out from the root of her hair and a faintly icy colour begins to seep into it, undoubtedly a sign of health in the Boreal regions.
Her skin begins to tighten, the wrinkles diminish and the pallid hollowness begins to disappear, leaving a youthful and beautiful complexion in its wake. Eyes far more sane than they were a few moments ago search his, and her lips part to let her cracked, forgotten voice force out a hushed whisper, "You... what?" Those two words were all she could let out before the gives a cry that sounded suspiciously unlike pain, and she collapsed atop him, clutching at his chest, her long arms wrapping around him, engulfing him in the cold metal.
She begins to writhe, and he becomes overwhelmingly conscious of her hips grinding against his own, her chest against his and the curiously mountainous fragrance of her now soft and silky hair as it pools all around them both like a veil.
"S-so hot..." She whines and wiggles, and he finds his hands moving of their own accord, down her slender hips to rest on her large, pert, tantalizing ass. She reacts well, lips parting in a lewd moan as his fingers sink into the mesh. She lets him go, and picks at her armor, the plates falling off piece by piece, revealing the full body suit underneath. He takes a hand off her ass, and caresses her chest, marveling at the sensation of the fused armor against his hand.
>>568394
The dancer moans, and rubs her chest against him, "Yes. Keep doing that. Gods, why is it so hot?" In frustration, she clutches at the suit, and sets her nails into it, tearing it, revealing in resplendent glory her new, soft and smooth skin and her perky, shapely breasts, peaked by a pale blue nipple each. His opportunity before him, he leans forward, and catches one of the sensitive buds between his teeth, his tongue flicking at it and tracing circles around it. She pushes her chest forward, and hugs his head to her bosom, grinding her hips against his harder, and moaning loud enough to fill the room.
She keeps tearing, revealing vaster swathes of smooth and soft skin covering the faint tone and definition of a dancer. The rip descends lower until it reaches where their hips meet, and a needy heat fills his loins. She lets him go, releases his hips from her leglock, and in a surpeme display of flexibility, twists in place her face above his crotch, hers above his face. "This heat... is your doing." She wiggles her hips above him, her wet arousal glistening in the candle light, her pussy a contrasting pale pink. "So take responsibility, Ashen One."
Before he can reply, she sits on his face, grinding her twat against it. Almost instinctively, he opens his mouth, and his tongue flicks out to catch her clit at it grinds against him. He reaches up, and warps his arms around her hips, squeezing her ass and holding her in place to plunge his tongue into her depths, working as the soft and wet walls of his ex-adversary, head wreathed in the scents of her arousal
Any one reading this crap?
>>568399
She bites her lip and stifles a moan, instead focusing on removing the armor about his waist and freeing the cause for the throbbing bulge in his pants. Her efforts bear fruit, and it springs free, hard and erect, smacking her in the lips. She blinks, and her tongue slips out to taste it. He thrusts slightly, as her tongue touches the underside of his glans and his cock pushes up into her soft lips, a spurt of hot precum smearing them.
Her tongue coils around the head of his cock, and with a contented sigh, she descends until her button nose presses into his balls, cock pressing up against the back of her throat, and slipping part way in. He gasps into her pussy as her throat squeezes his cock, and with a renewed fervor, he sucks at her clit, and works his tongue into her depths, trying to mentally mark the places that will make her cry out the most as he thrusts into her.
Head a mix of fantasy and lewd reality, her warm mouth around his cock, and already so pent up with emotion from the failures before, it doesn't take especially long before he thrusts up against the back of her throat and cums, spilling his searing white seed down her throat. She lifts her head off his dick, licking and sucking as she goes, earning a mouthful of his cum as she milks the remnants of his orgasm out of him, and with a satisfied swallow, she grins.
She lifts her hips up off his face, and twists again, shivering in anticipation of the already half-climbed summit. He sits up as she shifts in his lap and straddles him, her wet cunt grinding into his cock, her lips split to either side of it with her clit grinding against his length. A grin splits her lips as she licks the mess she made off his face, and reaches back chilly armored fingers gripping at the base of his dick to angle the head against her tight entrance.
>>568412
She sells purging stones and untrue hollow doing for a reason, she's perfectly fine
>>568407
Definitely reading it, keep it up!
>>568326
pic?
>>568417
Is kinda hard to see it here
Sorry, took a break to make some coffee
>>568407
Sitting in this position upon the precipice, she shifts her weight to hook a leg around his hips, then rises slightly to do the same as the other, and as her leg stop supporting her weight, she falls, clutching him close as her cunt is impaled on his girth. Close enough as it was, the thrusting penetration sends sparks splintering through her mind and a climactic conflagration sear her inside and out, her skin tingling with the sensation.
Both offer a cry of pleasure, and he struggles he grows accustomed to her clinging and tight twat as it coils in the throas of ecstasy. As they sit together, him short of breath, her a shuddering wreck of pleasure, he takes a moment to line kisses across her chest, licking at her jawline and making her giggle by nibbling at her collar bone. When she's gathered enough, she offers a smile, and a peck on the lips before rising up and gnawing on her lower lip as the head of his cock scrapes against her over-sensitive walls stimulating places she'd forgotten she'd ever had.
After a few wet inches greet the cool outside air, she drops back down, setting a rhythm as her ass bounces in his lap, clapping wetly against his balls as she hilts herself again and again. Joining her beat with his own, he grabs her large ass and kneads it as she moves, fingers sinking in to the jiggly, muscly flesh.
She grinds her hips against his time and time again, searching for deeper penetration, settling for small, circular gyrations as his head presses agaisnt her cervix. She squeezes him tighter, armored fingers digging into his back, her teeth laying love bites across his shoulder.
>>568422
My oh my, she's still a crazed beast I see.
>>568422
He meets her gyration with short and deep thrusts upwards, teasing the entrance to her womb with penetration, but never quite breaching. The continuous stimulation drives the dancer wild, and as the clutch at each other climax roars to greet them. Slamming her hips against his, squeezing her ass tight, they cum in unison, the head of his cock right against her cervix, spurting ball-clenching rope after rope of seed into her womb, suffusing it with warmth.
She bites hard enough to make him hiss in pain, but the duality of her teeth sinking in and her cunt milking him for the biggest load he'd ever blown sends a pulsating confusion of pleasure and pain through his mind, culminating in a pink haze that is seared to white as he sees the blazing message scrawled across his consciousness "Womb of Fire Destroyed."
She collapses then, a shaking, cum-leaking mess as it washes out of her packed womb and into their laps. Just as beaten a she, he collapses back, spread out, and she curls up against his chest, his softening dick slipping from her used hole. Craning his neck, he sees the bonfire some feet away.
"This isn't nearly responsibility enough, is it?"
She smiles, "Not nearly."
He sighs amusedly, and pulls himself to his feet. His crotch and face are still somewhat messy, and his pants are still undone, but that will all right itself once he lights the bonfire, and with that in mind he turns to the fallen Dancer and offers his hand. "Lets go then."
corny ending
>>568431
Adorable ending, more like
>>568431
>womb of fire destroyed
Oh God I'm laffin', it hurts.
Is she gonna have a bun in the oven?
>>568435
>Have to stop adventuring with your dancer because her belly is too big for her to fight the way she usually fights
>Instead come back to the firelink with her waiting for you to arrive with a smile that promises warm embraces and tasty as fuck estus soup
Sounds comfy
>>568439
Sunny D soup? Eww. I'll teach her how to cook, a member of the royal family won't know how to do such menial tasks.
Also
>dark souls
>adventuring
The game is pretty frightening and depressing for a Hobbit's Tale anon.
>>568440
If I can fantasise about adventuring in Yarnham with Eileen, I can do Dark Souls
>>568441
That's even worse. Why would you ever even go outside in the world of BB, I mean at least Lordran had bright and happy times when the fire isn't fading.
>>568442
>Not wanting to walk from roof top to roof top hand in hand with Eileen as the moon glistens high above, and the beasts scream down below
>Not wanting to take her hunting duties from her and have her settle down in the hidden workshop where [spoiler]I hope[/spoiler] the madness can't infect her
>>568448
Don't restrict and virtually imprison her, she's a free and adventurous spirit. Hence the crow theme. That's just cruel and unusual to a wild spirit.
>>568451
She's a fuckin' dead spirit if she keeps going like this. Even old crows need to settle down
>>568454
That was oddly fitting, beautiful even. Don't ever think about controlling her, let birds fly when they wish.
>>567802
sweet tablet, it doesn't seem like pressure is activated, did you doawnload all the drivers for it?
And thanks!
>>568457
>let birds fly when they wish
That ends at the steps of the Grand Cathedral though. And that fuckin' sucked.
>>568473
My love for her is plenty
>>568474
Some where out there in the multiverse is an unloved Dancer. This must not be
Yo anyone have a colourless drawing of the asses of Dark Souls 1? I can't find it on rule 34.
has no one drawn Rosaria giving birth to the maggots yet?
by the way, anyone have the full image of this?
>>568407
Not giantess enough for me.
>>568412
Nope.
>>568778
sirris a qt
>>567714
and there it is
what do you guys think?
>>568846
>the dancer of the boreal valley will never sit on your face
Why even fucking live
>>568872
eh i'll do a facesitting one, not a bad idea
>>568706
That my friend is a lack of imagination and ambition.
>>568778
Leonhard is supposed to have like 3rd degree burns on his face.
>>568909
You're not wrong. I did have the idea that maybe with a giant goo girl, there's a smaller goo girl in her womb that acts as the core and if you fuck her you essentially fuck the entire thing, but that kinda pseudo giantess stuff isn't applicable here.
>>568928
http://exhentai.org/g/583431/bc8ec6554c/
