Author: TheWilliham

[fM/FfF] Wild Roses pt. 7: Harvest Feast [exh]

As the forest traded its greens for reds, yellows and browns, game grew bold and numerous, and the branches of the trees were heavy with fruit, so Autumn’s hunts were quick and easy to a one. Even with the days growing shorter, she found she didn’t want for time to herself and her own fun, so she spent her days exploring the parts of the forest that were new to her, or rarely visited. By mid-autumn she had discovered two new lakes and traced a dozen rivers that flowed into and out of them, and even discovered an enticingly dark and mysterious cave system she made a note of for further study.

On her way back to the rosewood she took a detour, and stumbled upon a glade where a band of a half-dozen hunters were setting up tables and benches made from rough-hewn logs.

“Hallo!” Autumn halloed as she walked into the clearing, and each of them waved in greeting, save for the two women balancing a log bench between them, who simply nodded instead.

“Are you here for the harvest feast?” one of the hunters asked as she drew up to the fire pit he was setting up at the head of the table. Read more »

[fm/ff] Wild Roses pt. 6: The Huntress [oral]

Autumn sniffed the air. From the blood and the sweat, she thought to find a fresh elk kill not far upwind, and dropping down through the branches, she stalked off in search of it. Fresh kills brought wolves, or even curious deer, and any of that would make for a fine catch.

Before cresting the ridge that kept the kill out of sight, she adjusted her hunting leathers; making sure her armguard was secure, adjusting her chestguard, even checking the lacing on her boots. After satisfying herself that everything was in order, she stuck her hunting knife in her belt, straightened her green linen tunic, and drew an arrow from her quiver. Blowing a lock of brown hair from her sky blue eyes, she crested the ridge with an arrow nocked, ready to draw.

What she spotted instead of a flock of wolves at feast was a hunter dressing his kill by the small stream at the bottom of the small hill, and with a disappointed sigh she returned the arrow to its quiver and slung the bow, making her way quickly down the slope. At the bottom, she hailed the hunter, trying to figure out how she might get something out of this happenstance after all. Read more »

[fF+] Wild Roses pt. 5: Unwise Things [bd] [fdom]

Throught summer and autumn, Summer’s education at the hands (and often lips) of Greenfinger continued, and with every day that passed, her powers became sharper and more focused. Under the witch’s tutelage, she learned to call forth cool fire and warm wind, to shape plants, to call thunder and lightning, rain and snow, and even to banish them, for sun-, moon- and starlight. Finally, soon after snow began to fall, Greenfinger decreed that she was ready for unwise things not of the forest, and led her to the cabin by the pond.

Inside was a wild cacaphony of noise, color and smell, with jars and bottles, scrolls, books and tablets from every corner of the world stacked in the hundreds on the shelves that lined the walls of the laboratory, the room itself much larger than the outside of the little hut would suggest. A strange twinge of recognition ran through Summer as she paced along the shelves, but she could not place the feeling, and soon put it out of her mind.

“There’s so much…” she said, trailing off as a particularly bright bottle caught her eye. Read more »

[fF] Wild Roses pt. 4: Wisdom of the Forest [fdom]

Summer nervously twirled a lock of golden hair around a finger as she walked quietly down the forest path. She had been here before, she knew, but that was a long time ago and a long time forgotten. In the early spring air, her white linen dress was a little cool, but she loved the way it shaped her bosom, and against the stark blue of the winter roses in her hair it looked gorgeous. All she could hope was that the forest witch would find it as striking as she felt wearing it. As the small hut came into view at the bottom of the path, nestled under an outcropping where the river tumbled down a fall into a clear pond, she rubbed the ring on her finger for luck, and straightening her back she resolved to set one foot in front of the other.

At the door, she gave a knock, and waited.

When no reply came, she knocked again, louder this time, but again was met with silence.

With a sigh, she deflated, and with relief and regret half and half she turned, to make her way back home. Read more »

[fM] Wild Roses pt. 3: Scabbard and Sword [fsub]

With a grunt, Willard squared his hips and thrust against Spring, and as the force of his motion hit her, she squealed with pleasure.

It had been a few weeks after the first time she offered himself to him he was willing to fuck her proper, and a few weeks still before he let her share his bed, but now, three months on, this was as much a part of the daily routine as training, meals and baths.

For an old man, he was still vigorous, and the nights when he took her on all fours, as he did tonight, had quickly become Spring’s favourite. Willard had learned this quickly enough, and tonight’s ride was her prize for a good training session. She had gotten in three solid heartstrikes, and hadn’t taken a single blow herself, a task that was easy enough when she put her mind to it, something that the new reward structure certainly helped with. Read more »

[fM] Wild Roses pt. 2: Training Days

With a grunt, Willard squared his hips and thrust against Spring, and as the force of his motion hit her, she squealed with pain.

“You got to keep your parry up, girl!” he admonished, stepping back and circling her. “Is this your first time holding a fucking sword?”

Turning around to follow him, she used her off hand to pull her short shaggy fringe of black hair out of her steel blue eyes. When the old sword struck again, she had her parry up, but he sailed right through and broadsided her with the dull training steel.

“Ayup”, he said, “that’ll leave a bruise.”

“Fuck you, old man.” Spring spat. “How am I supposed to parry a blow like that, if you put your whole weight behind it.” She circled, staying out of his immediate reach. “Your whole, _considerable_, weight.”

With a laugh, Willard lined up for another shot at her. This time, she managed to hook the pommel and deflect the blow.

“Like that!” he shouted triumphantly, as he bowled around for another blow, which handily took Spring’s legs from under her. Read more »

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[XP] Club Bunny [Str8] [exh]

The laserpop synths blared, sending the dense mass of sculpted flesh on the dance floor into a rumbling quiver, strobes and accent lights flashing off sweaty and hungry barely-covered and bare skin. Monas in heels and body paint grinding up against one another, soft clink of nipple ring against nipple ring inaudible over the din; manos rubbing their bulges against their eager dance partners; a chica thinking nobody notices her with her fingers up a cunt, another getting straight plowed in the swaying throng; the club was hopping, and one girl in particular.

Haru “Usagi” Tanaka. Ostensibly a farm girl come out by way of Neo Tokyo, now a media star and socialite, she was a sight to behold in the wild. Where other girls got sculpted to firm up their tits or pretty up their cunt, maybe get themselves iridescent eyes or neon hair, Haru was a different beast entirely. Soft black fur covered her for the full six and a half feet from head to toe, from leporine feet to puffbail tail to long, floppy ears sticking up through her long hair, save for her large, perky tits and flat, toned belly; a heart shaped patch of white fur above her sex and gold and emerald glinting at her navel she had showed up as nude as she was able to get, but not naked. Never naked. Read more »

[FM] Wild Roses pt. 1: Prologue

In the Great Forest, some time ago, there lived a man by the name of Gale. He was no brave or beautiful man, nor a man of high birth or stature, and in his own home he was crowded out by two younger brothers and two elder, so when he came of age, he wandered into the forest to make a home and house for himself. For a parting gift his father left him with a woodsman’s ax, and his mother a kiss on the brow, and a satchel of provisions on his shoulder and the clothes on his back were his only companions as he wandered the forest in search for a place to make his own.

After searching far and wide, Gale found a clearing in the forest, and in the clearing he found a meadow, and in the meadow he found a great field of roses, and in this field he built himself a cottage. For a new name he took the flower growing in great beds around his home, and called himself Gale Rose. Here he settled and lived, hunting in the forest, fishing in the streams, and every now and then making the perilous trek to a village on the edge of the forest to trade small wooden figurines of bears, elks and roses he carved in the evenings for steel and seeds. Read more »

[XP] My Parent’s Basement [ff] [bdsm] [huml]

“Be a good girl while we’re gone, honey.” mom said, as she hoisted her final piece of luggage into the trunk.

“No promises.” I said with a grin, and she offered a warm smile in return, the skin around her eyes framed with gray wrinkling.

“At least try not to burn the house down.” dad added gruffly as he slammed the trunk shut and settled into the car.

“Yes sir.” I offered, and he flashed me a friendly smile in the rear view mirror as mom clambered into the car.

Even now, well into their late fifties, mom and dad were going strong, and this year, as always, they were off on their yearly honeymoon and anniversary celebration, coming as it did three months after the madhouse cluster of birthdays me and my thirteen sisters shared. In years past, they had sent me off to my sister’s place for the week, to stay with her and her two kids my own age, but this year they had decided to turn the house over to my care while they were gone.

As the car pulled out, mom gave a friendly wave, and soon my phone buzzed in my pocket. Read more »