Shota/femboy on female, size difference, growth, musk/scentplay, mild urethral, mild denial


[2018-04-10 12:35] [user]Witchboy Vivian[/user]: [i]Unseen mana crackled in the air around the spacious, abandoned warehouse Vivian had set up his little magical laboratory. It was a dark, moonless night that he planned to perform his summoning [s]for the Holy Grail War or something[/s]. The pentagram had already been meticulously drawn out on the floor, with him on his hands and knees making the final touches. "There!" he proudly humphed as he leaned back, to regard his work. The moment was short lived as he knelt back down, his palms pressing to the edges, and he charged the arcane geometry as fast and hard as his body could take![/i]


[2018-04-10 12:55] *[user]Saber Red[/user] appeared first as a shivering form of mana, energy bleeding from the lines and swirling upwards into a vaguely human shape of glowing light. More gathered, as a haze of fireflies became a web of lights became a cloud of luminescent plasma, crackling tendrils of electric power lancing through the air.  The very room shivered and shuddered as the ritual progressed, as Vivian poured magic into it, more and more and more... maybe too much, even, as the shape that formed towered over him, and the light of the mana glow was almost blinding before it finally began to solidify...

Into a blonde woman at least half again as tall as he was, dressed in a militant outfit of regal red that nonetheless did a remarkable job of showing off her broad hips in the transparent slit in that dress, her heavy rear practically bare to the world, and of course, breasts at least twice as large as her head, visibly straining against her top, nearly impossible to look away from.

Her emerald eyes gleamed with smug delight, and as she finished forming, she threw her arms out in a grand gesture, smiling magnanimously at the boy before her. "Behold! You stand in the presence of Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus! As a gift for summoning me into this world, I will grant you my services as I see fit. Now, what is it you would ask of me?"


[2018-04-10 13:09] *[user]Witchboy Vivian[/user] hadn't a whole lot of time to enjoy the light show as he concentrated on keeping his flow of mana high and steady without draining himself completely. Which he was risking; exhaustion was starting to claw from inside his torso as the shape began to form. Still, he pressed on, certain beyond a doubt that a great power was within his reach! His hands were practically launched back off the floor as Nero materialized, the sudden conclusion of the ritual zapping him back with a forceful feedback. It all resulted in him being awkwardly sprawled on his knees as before the towering queen, staring up from the ground in awe of both her glorious beauty and imposing confidence. “I...” he started, voice catching in his throat as he stared directly at the tremendous, corset-straining underboob. Then he remembered he was on the ground and, tearing his eyes from the sight (which felt like a crime), he picked himself up and dusted off his tiny silk dress. Taking in a sharp breath, and with a bit too much confidence proclaimed, “I am Vivian, a witch! I summoned you here as a servant for the coming war!" Man, when he put it like that, it almost seemed like he was in charge.


[2018-04-10 13:50] [user]Saber Red[/user]: "A war? Magnificent!" Nero declared, her smile widening further into a fierce grin. "I would be delighted to strike down your foes. With your assistance, of course, our victory shall be swift and glorious! It is settled, then. So long as this war goes on, you shall be my Maestro, Vivian!"

Without further warning, she bent down, her chest hanging heavily, almost hypnotically swaying in front of Vivian as she lowered herself to the witch's level, the tall woman's broad aerolae peeking out from the overstuffed corset. Long, slender fingers gripped at his shoulders, and then, before he knew it, the Servant's eyes were gleaming right in his face, and then she took those lips of his in a kiss, her tongue sliding in between plush pillows, sending electric sensations of power and desire through him as she painted the inside of his mouth with her touch-

And then, just as quickly as it began, the kiss was over, Nero sighing delightedly as she pulled back and straightened herself out even as she left the poor boy reeling, still feeling the aftershocks of his summon's power dancing across his nerves. "Hmmm~" she murmured, licking her lips and smiling down at Vivian like a delicious little morsel. "You do taste rather wonderful, Maestro! It can only be a sign that the gods are smiling upon us. Now, then! Now that we have properly consummated our relationship, shall we speak of preparations? There are battlegrounds to map, plans to discuss, provisions to be procured!"


[2018-04-10 14:12] *[user]Witchboy Vivian[/user] was still sort of recovering from the excitement and shock of just seeing his summoned servant when she began to bend down, his eyes widening as that mammoth bosom lingered at his eye level for far longer than any chest had the right too. The hefty, pendulum swing of two pink buttons just barely visible against the tightly clinging cloth captivated his full attention, becoming hyper-focused just before the emerald eyes consumed his vision. In a way, they were even more magnificent, beckoning to him even as Nero drew him into a passionate kiss. HIs arms went stiff at his sides as his senses were overwhelmed. The soft lips depressed against his, firm tongue exploring his mouth, and the floral aroma that smothered his nose accented by the queen's fluids that seemed to stubbornly stick to every cell they touched in his mouth. He ended up suckling on the muscle, huffing through his nose and beginning to slide against it with his own just before Nero broke away. Vivian blinked in shock as reality came crashing back, rose-tinted by the phantasmal sensations arcing inside his mouth. that a modest tent was pushing out against the violet silk, adrenaline and mana both racing through his body. "Uhm wait... what was.. I mean is that...?" he began to stutter, babbling as he found his voice before he could really put words into a coherent question. He paused for a moment, then finally the idea struck him, "Ah! Sh-Shouldn't we, ah, don't you need more mana?" Well he clearly wasn't satisfied. 


[2018-04-10 14:35] [user]Saber Red[/user]: "More mana would be wonderful! An excellent idea, Maestro!" The Emperor smiled again, stepping forward until she was practically on top of Vivian. Her hips were bare inches away from his face, her dress fluttering softly in an unseen breeze. He could see her panties through that painfully translucent window as clear as day, beckoning to him almost as much as her tits and eyes had beckoned him. The scent of her body surrounded him, a warm floral haze that filled him with happiness simply from being in her regal presence- not to mention desire for more, of course.

It was difficult to take in all of her at once, but if he looked up, he would see Nero's eyes gleaming again, her smile teasing and sultry as her hand deftly brushed across the bulge in his smooth, silky clothes, a bulge that was growing by the second, no doubt thanks to the supernatural beauty in front of him! "I trust," she purred, slowly running her finger against the hardening bulge, "that you are able to provide, of course?" Even the act of saying as much was enough to make it a bit more so- even without Imperial Privilege turning her beliefs and words into reality, there was no way her Maestro could bear to disappoint her, was there~?


[2018-04-10 14:57] *[user]Witchboy Vivian[/user] almost stumbled forward as Nero stepped right up to him, a practical wall before him. The sweet womanly scent took him by storm, bleeding into all his senses in some weird, hallucinogenic fashion. It felt as if the air around him commanded him to stare at the plump womanhood. Details became so sharp: the way the panties bit into her exceptionally wide hips, the smooth curve of mons stretching the fabric, the porcelain thighs tinted by the translucent window. It all made his groin throb painfully. Not just his shaft, but two matching pulses pounded in his modest sack, pumping mana into every cell that could hold it. He hadn't noticed, but his chest was rapidly bulging with his hurried breaths, filling his torso with the increasingly hot pheromones. Vivian yelped and snapped to attention as Nero brushed against his dick. His wide eyes met hers (through the cleavage somehow), drinking in the command with full attention. As if to obey, the cock bounced with sudden vigor inside his spats, gaining another inch in the process and stretching the shiny fabric so taut that thick, overworked veins were obvious through the undergarment. "Y-Yes! My Lll-aaah-! Servant!" he barked, only barely catching himself despite the scalding haze of Nero's queenly aura.


[2018-04-10 16:06] [user]Saber Red[/user]: "Emperor," she corrected gently, lovingly even. "You may call me Emperor." Armored heels clicked as she took a final step forward, her body twisting ever so slightly. His vision was completely engulfed by her womanhood as she gently pressed it against his face, a delighted sigh falling from her throat even as an aphrodisiac sweeter still than what already filled the air slowly leaked from her slit, staining those luxurious panties with her divine arousal. One hand rested on the back of his head, lightly holding him to that glorious sex- not, of course, that he needed much encouragement. The other hand traced playful patterns on his hips, even as she put one foot forward, setting it down between Vivian's feet, pushing that incredibly slender leg right up against the painful bulge in his silken spats. The soft flesh clung to his meat as well as any bosom, teasing him as she delicately worked it across those veins, across the sensitive tip, felt a truly magnificent amount of mana beginning to gather in his manhood.  "Now, show me how much you need me, Maestro.~"


[2018-04-11 11:30] *[user]Witchboy Vivian[/user] was beyond entranced even before the thin veil of a dress wrapped around his face, but it was hardly believable that such a goddess was granting him the privilege of pleasuring her! He let out a squeak of astonishment just before the supple softness of navel and thigh and vulva, beneath the flimsy, translucent window and undersized lingerie, depressed into his face. His head curled upward to better nestle into the little pocket between Nero's legs, rapidly losing himself in a veritable dimension of feminine sensations, from the divine aroma all the way down to the shifting silk charged with its imperceptible droplets. His addled mind couldn't quite remember what to do next, but the mounting drooling in his mouth hinted well enough. No sooner had he started leaning into the Emperor's sexpot did her leg nuzzle into his groin. "Hhaaaaah~!" he sighed out, his arms gripping onto her hips for support as his knees threatened to give out. That didn't stop him from firmly pushing the throbbing shaft into the offered leg, rolling his hips to grind out a bead of glowing precum against his glossy boyshorts; it was already saturated with mana "My-My Emperor! I need to-ooooh!" he gasped into the dress, interrupting himself with the preoccupation of one especially satisfying grind. 


[2018-04-11 11:50] [user]Saber Red[/user]: "Hmm? What exactly do you need, Maestro?" Nero teased, almost chiding Vivian for cutting himself off like that. Even if, of course, it was completely her fault for pressing her soft skin into him at that exact moment. And she wasn't letting up, either. He could taste her arousal as it leaked through her panties and the thin veil, dancing with sweet, mystical flavors across his lips and tongue. As he desperately clung to her body, her hands slipped around his rear, giving the cute witch's perky butt a sudden squeeze. First softly, then much harder, fingers sinking deep into his rear. She even pushed him forwards just a little, grinding his throbbing, leaking dick against her flesh just a little bit harder. His Emperor certainly wasn't going easy on him~


[2018-04-11 12:12] *[user]Witchboy Vivian[/user] groaned a second time as his tightly-clothed cock slid across Nero's thigh, every throb carrying with it another tiny gain in girth and magical charge. Even from outside the dress's terribly thin membrane, the moist arousal that hung heavy in the air sent lights exploding in the back of his head. Vivian's lips trembled from the sensational taste, like essential oils were smothering his taste buds. It was a heavenly experience yet a tease that wasn't nearly enough all at the same time, especially when his gaze was locked on the subtle curve of the slit that was the source of it all, the slim stain exposing just a hint of the pink folds beneath. His grip tightened as the palm against his rear goaded him on with another weight on his sensory overload. "I need to taste you more!" he cried out in confession as he lunged forward, the dress flowing chaotically around him as his lips puckered around the mound and his tongue lashed straight into the supple, silken-clad valley, parting the slit as much as he could between two layers of fabric. 


[2018-04-11 13:22] *[user]Saber Red[/user] laughed happily, blending into a soft moan as Vivian's desperate lips and tongue suckled on her mound. "Hmmm- well, there's nothing wrong with that, Maestro!~" Nero cooed, rewarding his attentions with more and more of her addictive juices sliding onto her panties and eventually into his feverishly hungering mouth. Her leg eased back, and her hands lifted up. For a moment, she pushed him away- just a moment, so that she could lift the flimsy veil up, silencing any protests as the  faintly visible pink haze previously trapped beneath her skirts rushed outwards and crashed over him, a tsunami of aphrodisiac aroma filling his lungs with a glorious nova of sensation, warping his mind and body alike to fit his Emperor's desires with every gulp of smooth, smoky, seductive scent down his throat. And then the veil fell back over his head, and the assault doubled as he was trapped with her wonderfully thin, soaked panties, pink fog leaking out from her folds and flooding his very being with the essence of what it meant to be his Emperor's lover!


[2018-04-11 13:54] *[user]Witchboy Vivian[/user] was practically stunned for the short minute that that the intimate contact was broken for, heart-wrenched in the separation. The drool-diluted taste still lingered on his lips as he began a whimpering protest, only to be stopped by Nero pulling up the dress hem. Vivian's heart leapt into his throat as the wall of carnal fog crashed into him, coiling and swirling around his body as if with a mind of its own. He gasped deeply of the hot, moist incense, coating tongue and throat and lungs with its cloying sweetness; it made his pounding erection bounce with previously unseen vigor. It had doubled from its normal size by now, and was thick around as his (admittedly dainty) forearm. How the spats were still intact was a wonder of nature or magic, but they spared no detail between the veins gushing with mana or the crown of the glans where it eagerly flared for breeding. Needless to say, his loaded grapefruits were similarly strained against the shiny black underwear. He's resumed his clinging and obsessive kissing before the curtainous cage had fallen down, frenzied smacking ringing loudly as his lips suckled on the mound. He was shifted to one side where he resumed to hump on flawlessly smooth leg, raw this time. He barely held the mental faculties to think to shift the panties to their side, instead opting simply to assault them directly with his tongue to savor the erotic honey soaked into them. It didn't take more than ten seconds of roasting under that lustful oven before he trembled against his Emperor's thigh and, with a high-pitched squeal into her slit, met his first climax. A gush of glowing blueish-white semen splattered against the leg, clinging stubbornly like a mass of glue. 

[2018-04-11 14:39] *[user]Saber Red[/user] hummed faintly as Vivian squirmed beneath her skirts, right up until he cried out in climax! And to think she'd barely even touched him... She laughed,  not quite unkindly. "Now, now, Maestro," she chided. "We can't have you cumming anywhere but inside me." Her hand dove beneath her skirts, no doubt to Vivian's momentary dismay as some of that heavenly haze leaked out. A finger swiped across the thick, glowing sludge that had rocketed right through the witch's spats, scooping up every last drop of sperm on the single dainty digit. Sadly, he couldn't see Nero's smile as she lifted it up, right up to her panties... and slipped that finger inside, letting out a delighted moan from mana-filled sperm sinking straight into her slit! As if that wasn't enough, she pulled the gleaming finger downwards, slipping those panties away from her sex and [b]finally[/b] giving Vivian direct access to the boiling, smoking furnace of her pussy, billowing haze right onto his face. His delight might be short lived, however, as a moment later, Nero's finger found its way to his cock, and without even bothering to remove that underwear, she started to wiggle said finger into his broad, needy cockslit, to plug up any further premature releases~


[2018-04-11 15:07] *[user]Witchboy Vivian[/user] begrudgingly made space for his Emperor as she brought the cum-glazed finger (my, she really was a big woman!) up to her lower mouth. Then even when he couldn't think things could get any better, the pussy revealed itself to him! Never mind he could've simply done that on his own. "My Emperor!" he cooed with glee as the slick, pink folds commanded his attention. He was entranced by the way it sucked the cum right up, the contented moan ringing in his ears from above, and the strand of juice that clung to the digit as it pulled away, arcing as a lazy parabola until the tension finally broke and the fluids fell upon his face to refresh the palate and aroma and texture. Vivian resumed his lovestruck work at once, this time relieved of pressure and frenzy. With his face buried in the pink cloud of feminine heat, he smooched the mons and lapped on the thick honey with far more diligence. He was less like an animal in heat and more like a faithful servant, ironically. The feeling of Nero's gentle hand, still wet with her own fluids, coaxed him to start wiggling his hips again. A sultry groan to the sensation of teasing at his urethra was broken by a wet yelp into the cunny he'd been pressed into when her finger dug inside. "Wha-! Wa-wait! I'm sorry, my Emperor!" he whined, probably too late, with his arms tightening around her hip and thigh.