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Posted: 2016-08-15 18:06:26
by Umbra - Size: 1650x1275
- Source: phantomoftruth.tumblr.com...m-finally-able-to-post-up
- Rating: Explicit
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>> #119697
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Also looks like I get the honor of the first use of the oni tag? I checked demon+horns and saw nothing that came even close, so here we are! If it turns out I'm wrong, please feel free to correct it^^
EDIT 4/16/19: Like with the others, finally getting around to bringing over captions for my uploads due to Tumblr exploding. This is a long one, so it's in a spoiler for convenience. Enjoy!
It was strange, having her mind STILL
She could see the flickering shadows of candlelight on the cave ceiling. She could feel her tongue growing, drool dripping hot on her neck; nipples dripping as her chest rose and fall, feel her breathing. She could feel her INKY heart beating, ERECT cock twitching, feel the monster’s claw brushing against her pale skin.
She could feel all those things, but she couldn’t think about any of them. Her mind was STILL. She was STILL. No motion. No action. No change. When she tried to have those kinds of thoughts, there was STILL, and they were simply gone. Hopes for freedom. Fearful imaginations. Rage at her helplessness.
Those thoughts and feelings were gone, nothing but meaningless noise. She couldn’t even imagine holding her own breath. She was STILL. Her mind was STILL.
And it was so fucking hot. She was STILL as the stone, but her heart beat fast, pumping new purpose through her body. INKY. That was what was put into her heart, and what the spell wrote on the blank, accepting page of her STILL mind while the monster inscribed what she was on her paper-pale skin. Her purpose was to be INKY.
Her cock throbbed ERECT as she absorbed her purpose, INKY blackness leaking as it filled her, even as her color drained away. She gurgled as she felt the scripts crawling across her needy flesh, felt her cock pulse ERECT as the darkness seeped in, felt ink rewriting her existence. But she didn’t think about any of them.
She was obedient. She was STILL. Her mind was STILL.
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It was strangely…nice, being a SERVANT.
The red oni pondered this as her body wrote the scripts Mistress had dictated into her head without really thinking or understanding them. She didn’t get how she could write when she couldn’t read, so she stopped thinking about it. That was a thing as a SERVANT. She didn’t have to think much at all. Maybe that was bad? But she was kind of drooly dumb, and couldn’t talk either. It was actually nice to be given words to think and things to do.
That was the other weird SERVANT thing. It felt good, obeying. Hot. Right. Submissive things like being Mistress’ chair. Or gulping down tasty ink while Mistress grabbed her horns and fucked her face. Even right now, her body doing stuff without her on Mistress’ orders made her tongue hang and drip at that lewd cock. It was kind of embarrassing, but the nice thing was, she didn’t have to think about it.
She was a SERVANT after all.
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The blue skinned oni mistress licked lasciviously as she watched her SERVANT perform with programmed perfection, cock throbbing at the sight of her words writhing across white skin, her ink marking her newest property. Her former sister had turned out well enough, and her mouth finally had a good use, but this one…
She sipped at her ink, feeling the dark inside her, soothing and violent. This one would be her little paper doll, stained right down to her soul. Just strong enough to wait on her hand and foot, while soft enough to be a pleasing cock sleeve.
But most importantly, the little slave would make more ink for her magic. More ink for her to spread. More ink for her to drink.
Her cock throbbed again, drooling ink, telling her how right she was.
She was already wondering how she’d taste.
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>> #119724
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An awesome work posted for the first time ever, done by the ever awesome sleepymaid! The source link also includes writing by me, so stop on by and enjoy!
Wish I found that earlier. You're a great writer!
>> #119725
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Now, where can I get one of those tags for me...?
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>> #119735
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Wish I found that earlier. You're a great writer!
Thanks a ton for the complement! I'm working hard to get back into the game, with the goal august being a written update every weekday, all of which you can find on that tumblr^^.
Love it! I didn't notice her breasts and the dom's cock were leaking ink until after I read the story at the source, such a great touch!
Now, where can I get one of those tags for me...?
Thanks a bunch. And I'm sure it can be arranged. Just sign here ;p
>> #119736
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Just sign here ;p
Why was I not informed? I have this pink pen on standby exactly for situations like this!
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>> #119749
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Thanks a ton for the complement! I'm working hard to get back into the game, with the goal august being a written update every weekday, all of which you can find on that tumblr^^. Thanks a bunch. And I'm sure it can be arranged. Just sign here ;p
*eagerly signs in triplicate*