/storytiem/ - Onyxdime's Storytiem

(Shadow loss gallery)

You decide that the threat to your pants in greater than anything else right now and attempt to reach down and free yourself. Grasping the black bands, you begin to tug and tug, and at last the bands come free, only to wrap around d your arms, and pull then to your sides where they are restrained by thin bands, which wrap around your legs again, however strained. There is a flash of light as your shirt is pulled over the top of your head to stretch behind you, fabric pops as it now forms a secondary binding to your arms. You can see now, and can witness the tit-fucking the horse-cocked shadow is giving you. You hear a rip as your pants split, leaving nothing but your thong now. The shadow releases your abused boobs from the wrap of its tentacles and withdraws it's penis.

You give a dizzy cry as the shadows turn you up and sideways, your left arm now pinned down by your body. One of the snake-like tendrils writhes over the flesh of your leg to twirl about an ankle, quickly moving it's point of origin, and winching your leg into the air like some black crane. The shadows have thoroughly tied the other leg down, and you lay thing exposed to the shadows.

A single tentacle drifts forward, and sides along the bone of your hip, wriggling under the fabric, and then with a quick jerk, tears the thin material of the fabric, exposing your mound to the damp air if the cellar.

"No no no, too bi.." You mutter understanding what was coming.

The shadow thing kneels, long flared cock coming to rest on your inner thigh. The warmth is almost painful with the cool air of the cellar sliding over your bare skin. The shadow beast brings the head of the monstrous cock to rest at your opening, with a swift plunge the huge heads pops in. Your eyes bulge and you cry out as the walls of your vagina adjust to massive invader, twitching and spasming. With a brutish shove the monster buries itself in you to the hilt, a surge of lighting tracing through you as the flared dick brushes the opening to your cervix. The shadow beast's cock spurts gratuitous amounts of inky lubrication, seeping out onto the floor as it hammers away at you, you can do little but moan as the monstrous horse cock stretches and slams your tight hole.

A heat grows within you, starting deep on your loins, and quickly flaring to the front of your mind, pleasure quickly building as the shadow beast pounds away at your most pleasurable recesses. Your mind goes blank as you realize in shame: you're loving this.

"Oh god, aha ah,ah, fuuuuuuuck…." You cry out as a gush of lubricant squirts from the gyrating tangle of your groin and the pistoning form of the shadow beast. Noiseless as all its other actions, it drives the horsecock home, the flared head plugging the entrance to your cervix, as a flood of oil-like cum floods you, filling your cervix, and spilling onto the floor. As if the deliver the final disobedient insult, you feel your sex contracting, milking more of the corrupted filth out of the nefarious dick. You pass out in madness, as you hear the baying of the Wankerville hound, on the prowl for a now unprotected baroness.

(There you go, cut a couple of sections out because I didn't want a 9 page gallery. Let me know what you think.)

With a loud snarl a monstrous beast crashes into the light from the gas lamps. To say it was a hound wouldn't be accurate. Hunched over it was still as tall as you are, with mighty paws large as a dinner plate, and the body easily twice your own thicknesses. It hunched over on two humanoid legs, and seemed to have a slight simian quality about it. A large fire-engine cock stands stiffly erected from its orange sized balls.

Either operating on first seen or maybe not knowing it's target, it bounds right past Lady Henrietta and  tried to pounce on you. You drop and roll to the side, out of the beast's path, while Henrietta seems to be frozen with fear. Wide eyed, motionless and without a sound she stands in the road like a discarded statue.

As you come out of your dive you:

A.) Fire off a psych blast

B.) Grab Lady Henrietta

C.) Look for a vantage point, use her as bait

D.) Anon suggestions

Hera

HP 8/8

Leather overcoat

Shirt

Black riding pants

Bra

Thong

Psych blaster

>>20891

Well done bro

>>21088

Thanks for the run Nonny. I'm a bit sad that we didn't get to have some fun with the dog but those 500 credits are very welcome.

I'm going to try a bit of a different format for the next contract in an attempt to get the rest of the gang more involved in your adventures. Hopefully you'll appreciate my attempt at pre-writing this stuff, but if it become to wall of text-y then please don't hesitate to tell me. When it comes to upgrades I'm in the mind to write new ones and let you pick after this contract is over.

There’s a few rapid knocks on your door and Erica peeks her head into your office. “Captain, there’s some big news for you.” She says, the translucent skin of her smiling face shifting from light purple to dark pink when she sees you. With a wide grin on her face she makes her way over to your desk and sits down on the edge of it. Smoothing out the crevasses of her short black skirt she speaks up. “I’ve just been in contact with the secretary of Peter Salomon himself!” When Erica sees your bewildered look, she purses her mouth and a light red tone appears on her skin. “I’m going to repeat that. Peter. Salomon. The head of the Vitaex medical conglomerate? Does that ring a bell?” Realizing that here’s a distinct lack of bells ringing in your head Erica sighs and starts explaining herself. “Vitaex is the industry leader in experimental healing, renewing stem cells and the like. They sell bogus skin cream for the most part, but that’s what funds their real research. I’ve heard rumors about them trying to find a cure for aging.” Erica explains as she gestures wildly trying to make you understand.

Something in your face tells her that you neither care for skin creams nor bogus immortality she excuses herself before moving on. “I’m sorry, but it’s an old habit of mine to keep track of these things. Professional curiosity I guess you might call it.” She says as she brings up a little note on which she’s scribbled down some information. “Apparently his daughter has lost herself to some cult or another, and he wants us to go fetch her. He pays a good price as well, almost 400 credits. Should be a piece of cake, right?” Erica smiles. “He’s going to brief us by holo-link whenever we’ve told his secretary we accept the mission.”

Three hours later you have gathered your crew in the main conference room of the ship. You’re sitting at the edge of a long table, Erica is fumbling with some cords and Gallywix is sitting nonchalantly with his feet on the table, poking some slabs of food from between his teeth. You give him a venomous look when he burps loudly and takes a shot from a little bottle but before you have time to reprimand him a holo of an old man lying on a bed appears.

Several odd medical apparatuses line up around the bed the man is laying in and he coughs before he speaks. “I am Peter Salomon, and I am in dire need of your services. You have quite the reputation in certain circles, I’ve been told… Please. I’ll pay you as much as you need, just get my daughter back from those damned lunatics!” Peter says, and his voice trembles as he tries to prevent himself from crying. “I wasn’t always the best father, the gods know that. But I cannot let my daughter destroy her life like this. She’s always been a seeker, joining different groups, always with a new grand cause in mind. I thought that this was no different, but it is. This prophet she talked so much about is keeping her hostage, even changing her name so it’s harder for me to find her!”

After explaining the situation he sinks back into his bed, visibly tired from so much talking. “You need to go to Nova Roma. Those damned people allow any kinds of crazy religions in their city and if I can’t prove Leana was forced to join them, they won’t do anything.” The old man’s chest is heaving at this point and a nurse hurry forward to him. “I’ll send you the details through the holo-link. Please, bring Leana home.” And with that, he terminates the call.

Your voice is monotone as you read out aloud, “Zarl-Zhan Khamuk or The Prophet is the leader of the Cult of the Eternal Sun or COTES for short. He’s viewed as a god by his followers who believe he’s going to grant them all eternal life. It’s also rumored that he’s over one hundred years old.” Erica nods as you listen, and you can see that her skin shifts to an icy blue.

“I don’t like the sounds of that.” She says, shaking her head. “Fanatics can be tough to deal with, and if the girl doesn’t want to leave I don’t know if it’s right to force her back. It kind of reminds me of centaur who tried to rape you when we first met Gallywix. Wasn’t he imagining that he would bring about some kind of prince to save his planet if he impregnated you?” She says wide a crooked smile. “Speaking about Gallywix, where is he? We’re due to docking at Nova Roma in fifteen minutes.”

>>21098

Massaging your wrists you stand up from the conference table and look around. The three of you had been planning your approach to the mission, but Gallywix had mysteriously wandered off about an hour ago and you just realized he never came back. “Probably sleeping.” You mutter as you walk out into the long hall of you ship. Passing the command center and the canteen you go down another hall that leads to Gallywix’s quarters. Odd grunting noises and muffled groans come from down the hall, and the light flickers as you walk closer. You can’t help but to shudder as the eerie atmosphere gets to you. What if Gallywix is hurt, or accidentally summoned some creature he couldn’t handle? It’d be typical of him to keep some odd artefact from you until it was too late. Determined not to take any chances you unholster your blaster and kick in his door.

Before you a half naked Gallywix is sitting in a chair, his pants dangling around his ankles and cock in hand. The words “Onyxdime’s storytiem” briefly flash over the screen before he manages to turn it off. The goblin is not wearing any shirt, and is completely exposed to you. “Don’t ya know how to knock!?” He says, a bit taken by the gun that’s pointed in his face.

Your begin to blush as you lower your gun and your cheeks turns red. “Uhm… I thought that something might be going on…” You mumble, staring slightly down without moving your head to avoid having to look at his exposed green cock.

“You’re damned right something was goin’ on princess.” Gallywix snorts and begins to stroke himself again, grinning as he sees how upset you look. “And thanks to you boss I’ve got to start all over again.”

You shake your head, and look down at the floor, keeping your lips pursed. “We’re due for docking in fifteen.” You say without looking at the goblin. He calmly keeps stroking himself, bringing his hand slowly up and down along his erect green shaft.

His voice is completely calm as he answers. “Not gonna’ happen’ boss-lady. Not when you’ve interrupted me.” Pausing briefly for a moment his grin widens, showing off a couple of gold-teeth. “Unless you fancy givin’ me a hand here, eh? Won’t be long, I promise’. Real quick like.” He says, and you can see how his cock twitches expectantly.

Choices

A. Agree to wank him off but nothing more, we’ll need him ready for landing as soon as we can.

B. Refuse him entirely and risk damaging your relationship with Gallywix.

C. Cop-out and tell him Erica will do it.

>>21104

>>21107

>>21111

What are you guys, some kind of perverts?

Your intercom buzzes and Erica’s voice can be heard. “Hera? Is Gallywix ready yet? We need to hurry up!” Gallywix shows off a wide grin as you answer her. “We’ll be right out…” You reply as Gallywix opens his legs wide. Sinking to your knees in front of the goblin you rest one hand on his knee and place the other on the green cock. Staring down to the side, not wanting to see his face you wrap your fingers around the shaft and start stroking it.

Gallywix leans his head backwards and grips the handles of the chair hard as you bob your hand up and down along his haft. You can feel the warmth of Gallywix’s green member against the palm of your hand and somewhere deep inside you wonder to yourself what’s happened to you. This goblin once tried to rape you, and here you are on your knees before him, stroking his cock as if that never happened.

A delighted groan interrupts your thoughts, and when you look up at Gallywix you’re greeted with a wide smile. “That’s a good girl…” He sighs, running his dexterous green fingers through your hair. The goblin’s touch makes your heart beat a little bit faster and a feeling out not being in control spreads throughout your body. It’s exciting and frightening at the same time, and your heart jumps when you can hear how his breath quickens.

You can feel how the veins of Gallywix’s cock are pulsating under your touch, and you know that the goblin’s orgasm can’t be far off. Gripping his thigh you bring your hand down harder on his cock, tightening your hold on it at the same time. “Uuugh fuuuck, that’s it boss-lady!” He groans. You notice how his shoulders are tensing up and how his hands clench down hard on your hair. A feeling of pride rises up inside of you as you seed the goblin squirm and writhe as you stroke him. To know that the pleasure he feels comes from your hand is enough to make your knees weak.

Rising a bit higher on your knees, you lean in close and place your lips on Gallywix’s cheek, pressing your breasts against his chest at the same time as you whisper into his ear. “You’re such a naughty little goblin aren’t you? I bet you’ve been stroking yourself thinking about me before, you pervert.” The feeling of your hot breath against his skin and your firm breasts against his chest is enough to push him over the edge and he…

Roll to see where Gallywix finishes.

I heard a rumor that some people would like to the option to give Hera a tail. Is this how you imagined it and how would you feel about it?

… clenches your hair as he pulls you down to your knees. Yakning your head back Gallywix little green body tenses up for a moment before he erupts over you. The twitching green cock shoots out a batch of peraly white, thick and sweet smelling goblin cum straight onto your face. Some of the goblin’s cum splashes into your right eye and you wince backwards to avoid being blinded. Unfortunately for you Gallywix won’t have it, and before you manage to free yourself from his grasp another hot load of cum splurges out on your forehead. A rapid succession of smaller squirts rain down on your cheeks and chin as the cum on your forehead starts running downwards.

You can feel how it burns on your face and the smell of it is overwhelming. Gallywix sighs loudly with pleasure as he shakes his dick in your face to make sure to get the last drops onto you. The humiliation and shame rises up and mixes with anger. You didn’t fucking agree to this, just a handjob! You’re just about to reprimand the little green devil, but when you open your mouth he seizes the opportunity and sticks his cock into your mouth.

The taste of flaccid goblin cock brings back memories from when you were last molested by goblins and you wonder to yourself how you could have been so stupid to let it happen again. Gallywix pulls you out of your thought and back to reality as he divides your hair equally in his hands and starts lightly pulling you down on his cock. “I’m sorry boss-lady, but we have to get ready quickly. Erica said so! Just clean me up here will ya’?”

Thinking that you’ll get back at him for this you realize that you’ve already been gone for too long, and the damage was already done. Let’s just get this over with you say to yourself as you start cleaning him up. The taste of cum and sweat fills you as you press your wet tongue against his cock. “Mmpph..” you moan around his cock as you can feel his seed run down along your face and drip down onto your suit.

Gallywix groans and to your dismay you can feel him getting hard again. His green cock soon fills out your mouth making it tricky to breathe, and you pull back panting. The goblin’s eyes meet yours and he gives you a quick nod before you get back to work.

He does a good job holding back your hair to prevent too much from getting into it, you’re going to emark to soon for you to take a shower. “Aagh FUCK boss-lady, here it comes!” He howls as he explodes again sending more of his warm hot goblin cum into your mouth and throat.

*Gulp*

You lean your head back and swallow a big portion of it as you keep your eyes closed. Your subordinate pats the back of your head affectionately as he collects some of his sperm with one finger and pushes into your mouth. You suckle greedily on his finger and before long you’ve drank all of his seed.

If you people are interested I can post the results of the other options later. I got them written down! :3

Your ship descends though the air, lowering itself slowly towards the Nova Roma entrance hall. The auto-pilot brings you and your crew safely past the busy traffic and just as you’re about to enter the hall you can see a massive, gray statue of an erect cock just next to the entrance. A dozen young men and women are either kneeling around it praying or carrying cement in buckets and working on expanding its girth. They’re all dressed in dark red robes with burning sun adorning it on the chest and back. “If that’s the cultists we’re after, I bet I could be their next leader. Or what do you say boss-lady?” Gallywix chuckles, scratching his crotch nonchalantly.

Ignoring his comment you walk down the stairs out of the ship and is immediately greeted by toll-officials. They’re dressed in neutral black clothes and wear cone-shaped hats on their heads. Erica tilts her head to the side and peers at their curious clothing. “Welcome to Nova Roma.” An old man says and takes a step forward. “In this city we respect the law, and the religious freedoms of everyone. Please do not offend, you may be repatriated. And please declare any heavy-duty weaponry or dangerous beasts you might bring in.” Looking back at your companions you give them a quick nod and Gallywix and Erica starts handing their weapons to the customs people. When all the weapons have been inspected you’re just about to enter the city but the old man and his followers block the way. “Please.” He says, “You cannot bring that thing into Nova Roma,” and points to Gallywix’s lizard-dog.

The other outcomes depending on rolls would have meant Gallywix got a blowjob from Erica, Gallywix fucking Erica or Gallywix molesting Hera and putting her upskirt photos on the internet. :3

Choices

A. Accept the stabling of the Lizard-Dog.

B. Attempt to bribe the official with 50 credits.

>>21123

>>21125

We'll do A.

Gallywix reluctantly hands over the reins to his lizard-dog companion to the man who in turn gives it to one of his subordinates. "Stable this… thing. And tell my daughter I'll be with her in a moment." He then turns back to you holding out a pad with a paper and a pen on it. "If you'd just sign right there please."

As Gallywix signs the document you can see how the lizard-dog is lead away and how it stares back over its shoulder with an unhappy look on its face. Gallywix himself doesn't seem to pleased either and you understand that they're not used to be away from each other. One part of you thinks that this is actually kind of sweet and you don't very angry with him anymore.

A little while later in the stables Yisara pinches her nose as she walks into the building. The cackling of dozens of foreign animals of all shapes and sizes rings in her ears and she feels a bit dizzy. The smell was the worst though, and even though she tried she couldn’t block it out completely.

Her tight black dress almost touches the floor and Yisara holds it up with her free hand, determined not to soil it with the dirt of this place. Grimacing she looks out at the animals and her father hands her a check list. “Look. I had to pull a lot of strings to get you this job. Do it well and they’ll have you inspect better places soon enough, I promise.”

Yisara looks like she thinks the privilege of being a stable inspector wasn’t what she had in mind when she asked her father to help her get a job in the bureaucracy. “Alright.” She finally mumbled and took the list from her father. She had dressed up in her best clothes, expecting to be working from one of the many fancy office-buildings in the city. Showing off plenty of cleavage and parts of her long slender legs she really wasn’t dressed for the occasion.

Sighing, she reluctantly started matching the names on the list against what’s displayed on small blue screens in front of the boxes. “Grumpkin… snark…. Lizard-Dog…. Lizard-dog?” She mumbled as she crossed things off of the list. When she came to Gallywix’s dog’s box she could see that the stall was empty. Yisara bends over slightly to peek inside. “Hello? Anyone in her- eiiiiik!” She’s interrupted by the feeling of something wet and warm pressing against her thigh.

Spinning around Yisara sees the wide smile and tilted head of the Lizard-Dog. It looks to her like he’s grinning at her, and she can see his snout tremble as he drinks in her scent. “B-bad doggy!” She says with a voice that doesn’t carry as she takes a step backwards into the stall. The long, forked tounge of the lizard-dog is lolling outside of his mouth as he takes a few slow steps towards his price. Stumbling over her own dress Yisara falls down on her ass, and her mouth opens wide when she can see the massive swollen member of the lizard-dog dangling between his legs.

As he approaches she can see how the tip expands out of the sheath, and how the dog’s member shifts in a bright red color. Desperate to escape Yisara tries to crawl away, but the dog takes that an invitation and forces his snout past her black dress, pressing against the fabric of her panties. The wet nose sends a shudder throughout her body, and Yisara gasps as she collapses onto her own elbows. The long lizard-dog’s tongue shoots out, greedily lapping against her thighs and little mountain. “Mmmmgh god…” Yisara moans.

An intoxicating scent fills the dog’s nose, and when a dark spot appears on the white panties he presses his nose against it to take in all of the smell. His blood starts pumping faster and the adrenaline shoots out into his body. Without hesitation he rips the cloth to shreds, exposing Yisara’s glistening vulva to his hungry eyes. The forked tongue immediately runs along her wet slit as the dog taste’s her juices.

>>21125

“Aaagh fuuck… G-get off me.” Yisara whimpers as the dog delves his tongue into her heat. Audible noises of pleasure escapes Yisara’s lips as she’s being used by a hound, and the taboo of the act only serves to highten the sensation.

Unable to control himself anymore the hound jumps up on her, mounting the woman as if she was nothing but a bitch in heat. The swollen red canine member pokes against her ass and thighs as his hips immediately starts rutting. Biting her lip and closing her eyes Yisara reaches back and grabs the hound’s cock. Guiding it towards her entrance she takes a deep breath just before he plunges into her.

The puffy wet lips of her vulva easily parts for the dog’s red cock as it slides into her. As his tip and first few inches enters her she lets out a rapid series of moans, her entire body shuddering with anticipation. The dog is still for just a moment, and Yisara can feel how the canine member presses against her inner walls. Then suddenly, the dog forces his hips down on her, and she goes from empty to full in a split second. The sensation of being impaled on a dog’s cock causes her to cry out, clawing at the floor in wild ecstasy as he starts pounding into her.

Barking wildly the massive hound slams himself into the squirming city-girl. Yisara cries out with pleasure every time he fills her up, the realization of that she’s given herself to something as lowly as a hound pulsates throughout her body and she can feel how a fire starts building up inside of her. “Holy fuck, oh god, oh my god YES!” She cries out as he thrusts himself into her.

The hound suddenly stops rutting his hips and comes down hard on her, forcing her down completely on the ground as he keps her locked in place with his massive paws. The long lizard-tongue snakes forth and slobbers all over her face causing her to wince. She can feel something round and hard being pushed into her, and her tongue shoots out of her mouth in surprise as the hound knots her.

When the first wave of canine semen is shot into her quivering body it is as if she can feel it travel up inside of her, the potent liquid burning inside of her as it travels upwards into her womb. Her mouth twists into a wicked smile and she starts laughing hysterically as load upon load of the beast’s seed is delivered straight into her. Not even a single drop of it runs out of her, his knot made sure of that.

After what seems an eternity the lizard-dog is spent, and she manages to roll around onto her back with him over her. Yisara lets her hands rung along his fur as their tongues find each other. Locked like that, in a loving kiss with a mere dog Yisara can feel something deep inside of her break and be lost forever, and she knew her life was going to be changed forever.

Roll 30+ for pregnancy.

>>21158

Alright. Off to the market you go.

The Bazar is Nova Roma’s largest market, and a veritable labyrinth of market stalls lines the streets leading to the central square where most of the major shops are located. You try to be on the lookout, always careful in new areas but your companions seem to be viewing this as more of a vaccation than a serious job. Erica constantly stops to look at some herb or another, rummaging around pieces of scrap machinery or gaze at jewelry. Gallywix’s attention however is more focused on some of the many scantily clad women that passes him, and when one particularly beautiful young woman attempts to hand him an orange coin you have to intervene. A silken sash is wrapped around her neck and from it two lines of thin cloth wrap over her round breasts before joining together in a brightly colored loincloth that protects her center, but exposes her thighs. Just as Gallywix is about to take the coin from the smiling woman you slap her hand and pulls him away. The woman opens her mouth to reveal a long forked tongue and hisses angrily at you before continuing on her way. “There’s not telling what she might have wanted in return for that coin.” You say, ushering the surly goblin in front of you through the market.

Stealing a look back over his shoulder Gallywix grumpily answers you. “No telling indeed…”. Turning a corner the woman’s wrist is seized by a broad man. His face is scared and his eyes small and piglike. A collection of greasy brown hair adorns his fat head, and he’s dressed in the red and yellow toga of the Cult of the Eternal Sun. Bending up the fingers of the woman he sees that she still has the coin, and he backhands her and scoffs with anger.

“You dumb whore.” He growls at the woman, who appears to be scared by his outburst. “He’s a fockin’ goblin’” He says, letting go of her wrist and snatching up the coing from her. “If you can’t even do this properly, I’ll have to put you on temple-duty for an indefinite amount of time.” The woman appears anxious at his words and grips his toga as he starts walking away. “No!” She cires, “Not temple duty, not again. I’ve already passed it. I did it, I swear! The goblin would have taken the coin now, but that woman stopped him.” She says, desperate to convince the man that she’s telling the truth.

“Make sure the goblin finds his way to the temple. Otherwise you’ll regret it.” He says in a cold voice before relinquishing her grip on his toga and taking off. The young woman stands still for a moment, closing her eyes and mumbling a prayer. One that she’s had to use often of late.

“The prophet has mercy, because the bull has not. Let the eternal sun shine on me, and let it was away my doubt. Let the sin of my actions burn away in his sun, and let me be reborn again.”

Choices

A. Keep Gallywix close, you can’t afford for him to fuck up.

B. Let Gallywix roam as he pleases, but stick with Erica.

C. Take a quick detour to the center of the bazar alone.

You grab the collar of the protesting golbin’s shirt and starts pulling Gallywix after you. He soon relents and walks beside you, mumbling something intelligible. The two of you make your way down another crowded street and take a left turn. Here the character of the bazar is somewhat different. A thick odour of perfume stings your nose, and the stalls are more colorful than before. A lot of them have drapes around them, and from behind the cloth odd noises can be heard.

The place makes you a little bit on edge, but Gallywix’s face is one big smile as he realizes just what kind of a street you’re on. Picking up a large purlple dildo in the shape of a horse cock he wiggles it in front of your face and bursts out in laughter. “You didn’t want me to go off with that woman so you could bring me to the street of pleasure!? You’re my kinda’ boss, boss-lady!”

You slap the monstrosity of a cock out of your face and hiss at Gallywix. “I should have left you to guard the ship. Your lizard-dog is less of a liability than you; we’re here to work and not fool around!” But your words fall on deaf ears as Gallywix has already made his way to another stall, sampling pralines that, acording to the salesman’s proud assurances, are made with real Amazonian titty-milk.

At the same time in another part of the market, Erica wanders down a street that’s littered with bars. She catches sight of a handful of men, all dressed in the garment belonging to the Cult of the Eternal Sun. They don’t seem very pious; most of them are roaring with laughter and spilling beer all around.

Choices

A. Walk up and politely ask for directions to their temple, hopefully they’ll let something slip.

B. Go to the bar and order something to drink; it won’t be hard to eavesdrop on these people.

>>21180

>>21181

>>21183

>>21253

>>21254

Eavesdropping will be what we do. I'll post the next part later today.

>>21255

The thought is that their solo-stuff will advance the plot and gain you enough information to find out where the girl is being kept before the gang reunites and faces off with the prophet and his cultists. I'm very sad to see that you didn't like it. Hopefully I'll do better next time.

>>21257

I'm not entirely sure what you mean with by this, but I'm sorry if I somehow managed to disappoint you.

Here's a gallery story about what would have happened if told Gallywix to go and play with Erica instead, and if you had a couple of decent rolls.

Shaking your head in dismay you look down at the horny goblin. “If you’re so fucking horny go ask Erica to help you,” you say, certain that Erica will rebuff the little monster. “Alright cap’, you da’ boss.” Gallywix says, giving you a mocking salute and pulling up his pants. When that’s done he pushes past you and heads off to find Erica. You smile as you think about how Erica will verbally crush the little goblin for coming with such a lewd proposal.

Walking off to pick up some of the last stuff you need before embarking it takes a few minutes before you head back to the bridge. The door slides open slowly and you’ve already absentmindedly started talking to Erica. “Can you believe the audacity of that goblin? Gallywix really needs to, OH MY GOD!?” You almost choke on your own words as you enter the room and you can see Gallywix standing on the conference table with his green cock buried almost to the base in Erica’s mouth.

Standing there petrified you have no idea how to react. Gallywix only smiles at you as he resumes his thrusting, pushing his green cock eagerly down into the slimegirl’s throat. Erica’s shifts into an icy-blue color, and you get a feeling that she’s not too happy about this. To your surprise she seems to be moving on her own, suckling on the green cock like it was a lollipop, making wet slobbering noises as she presses herself down on it. “Heo cabten, mmgh” She says around Gallywix’s cock as she looks up at you. The goblin immeditaly grabs her head and forces his cock down harder into her, preventing her from talking.

“What the fuck are you doing Gallywix!? I told you to ASK Erica not to FORCE her!?” Gallywix only shrugs as he replies. “You told me to ask her, so I asked her if she’d help me fulfill the captain’s orders,” he smiles. Looking like she just realized that Gallywix had tricked her with slipping on the truth Erica’s color shifts from an icy-blue to a flaming red.

“Ouch, hey, watch it!” Gallywix groans as Erica lunges forward, burying his cock in her throat down to the hilt. Erica’s hands shoot out and the grabs the butt of the unsuspecting goblin, pressing him forward. “R-relax girl!?” Gallywix exhales as Erica shifts the density of her throat, wrapping it hard around his cock and forcing him into orgasm. A long drawn out sigh of pleasure escapes his lips, and you can see how the goblin’s seed gushes into her and runs down along her throat through Erica’s transluscent skin. But she doesn’t stop.

Gallywix starts writhing, trying to get away from the red slimegirl but Erica is relentless, sucking on his cock with the force of a thousand suns. “Aaargh, help me Hera! Your precious slimegirl is a god damned maniac!” Gallywix cries out in panic as she keeps him in place. Erica however is merciless, and you starts to laugh at the spectacle as she takes one of her gooey fingers, makes it a bit thicker and then rams it up Gallywix’s but.

“AAARGH FUUUCK!” He cries out, squirming and writhing but unable to escape the offended slimegirl’s wrath. Shen she starts pushing it deeper into him, and shifting the length of it so that it’s able to press against his prostate the poor goblin has no other choice but to cum again. “Mmmgh, oooh GOD AAAGH!!” He yells out as he shoots another load directly into her throat and Erica greedily swallows it all.

After a little while she pulls back and Gallywix collapses onto the table, panting from the exhaustion if being forced into orgasm. Erica smiles at you and says, “I knew he wasn’t truthfull from the stat. But it was fun letting him think he was in control.” She then turns to the pumped out golbin at the conference table. “And now it’s time to apologize.”

She steps up over him on the table and he starts to protest, “Hey now, can’t we talk about this? Boss-lady heeel-MMMGH!?” He’s frantic calls for help is cut short when Erica sits down on his face, pressing her dripping vulva against his ugly face. “Time to show me how sorry you are.” Erica says as she presses his head up against her.

Chuckling you leave the room, accompanied by moans of pleasure from Erica as Gallywix gives in to his new mistress.

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You stare at Gallywix with your mouth open in disbelief, if this little goblin thinks that you’re going to touch that… that thing, well then he got another thing coming. “Just cut it out already,” you say as you stare at the floor, determined not to look at the goblin’s cock. Gallywix looks like he’s about to protest when you can hear Erica’s voice on the intercom again. “Where are you guys? We’re landing in five minutes!”

You quickly spin around and leave Gallywix behind, shouting at him over your shoulder. “If you’re not ready to embark I’ll throw you out of the airlock!” Muttering and swearing Gallywix pulls up his pants and starts to collect his things. Moments later the three of you are preparing to embark.

Not expecting to encounter any significant problem while landing in a place like Nova Roma you’re dressed more like a tourist than a bounty hunter. Dressed in a short skirt and a light blue t-shirt with a spaceship on it you think you’ll definitely blend in more easily in the crowd. Struggling a bit to prepare the last few you’re going to bring to landing you bend over to reach for something.

The surly Gallywix has been standing behind you with most of his own luggage loaded onto his lizard-dog and has mostly been poking around with his phone, answering grumpily to any questions directed to him if at all. Seeing you bend over gives him pause, and Gallywix can feel his cock grew hard again, the frustration from his interrupted wank-session still burning in him. What if…

Pretending to tie his shoelace Gallywix goes down onto one knee which gives the goblin a perfect view of your behind. The soft pink skin of your round behind naturally blends over into a pair of bright pink panties. The sight of your precious panties causes Gallywix to lose focus and he slips and falls down onto the floor on his shoulder, not realizing before know that his shoe-lace was actually untied.

“XYRMAK RASZ KESZH” He swears loudly in his own tongue, making you and Erica turn around to stare at him. You can see that his nose is bleeding, and the two of you assume that he just hit himself as he fell. “You alright?” You say with the faint hint of a smile on your lips. Gallywix doesn’t answer but gives you a venomous look and you burst out into laughter and go back to stuffing your backpack with usefull things. Standing back up you don’t notice how the Goblin has his phone under your skirt.

On a planet somewhere, far far away a bunch of alien teenagers are sitting around a computer. It’s spring and they’re off from school. Doing as young boys of every species do they look at porn together, and one of the bravest have logged into his favorite website. “GallyGals.xxx”

Suddenly a new photo appears on the site. It’s in crystal clear high definition and appears to be the upskirt shot of a girl. A little mound covered by a pair of plain pink panties sits between two soft round butt-cheeks, and the sight makes the boys rock-hard. The photo is followed by a series of more upskirt pics of the same girl walking, causing her thighs to press together at times.

All over the galaxy, hundreds of thousands of cocks were being jerked at the same time.

You'll be playing as Erica for a while now guys, so the narrative shifts to her.

You lean forward and looks at the fine print of the menu that’s on display outside of the bar. It’s an open-air kind of bar where you can just walk right in, and you see that numerous tourists have flocked to the shade and cold drinks in an attempt to escape the heat. You climb the small step and walk forward to the bar desk and gesture to the bartender to get his attention. At first he appears annoyed but when he sees your white blouse swelling over your voluptuous chest his surly face turns to a smile. When you sit down you notice him peeking down your cleavage.

Moments later he’s put down a tall iced glass before you. It’s decorated with the pink shades in the shape of naked women and it’s full to the brim a dark orange liquid, ice and has a slice of lemon on the side. “Long Island Ice Tea.” He says. “It’s on the house.” He adds with a blink before he goes off to serve another customer.

You swing around on the bar stool and look out over the bar. There’s an empty table closer to the fanatics from COTES where you’d be able to hear better, but the might notice you because you sit alone. Also there’s a reason it’s empty even though the place is almost full. The group of young men are getting rowdier by the minute. Sipping on your drink you contemplate what to do next.

Choices

A. Stay at the bar and try to listen in from here.

B. Sit down at the table closer to the cultists.

C. Ask the barkeep about the young men.