Mommy's Lil' Murderer
Imprisoned for espionage, Saran finds a contact of the mysterious Uncrowned who puts him through trials to join the mysterious organization. As well as becoming her prison bitch and play thing.
Avast! A new commission release. I’ve been so distracted with games lately that I’ve been slacking on releases super hard. All I can say is I have no regrets. Anyway, this was commissioned by 8Bit and is yet another femboi image, except with a femdom twist and a new story for the character! Don’t worry though, he still likes men but some ladies are just too dom to ignore.
Commissioned by: 8Bit
Llyrae poured the tin cup of water over her latest work, the blood and extra ink being washed away from Saran’s hip. “It won’t be ‘officially-official’ until we’re out of here, but... welcome to the Uncrowned.” She said with a warm smile.
Saran returned the smile in kind, admiring the tattoo of a dagger splitting a crown in the reflective edge of the same tin cup she handed him. He looked visibly pleased with it and even more so as it was the exact same one he had admired upon her neck for months.
Llyrae admired the boy’s partially clothed lower half from the cot of the shared cell. The cell was far more furnished and equipped than it had any right to be, certainly more so than any other inmate’s cell. Saran suspected her contacts outside of this place were why the guards hadn’t confiscated half of it already.
“Tell me dear, did he beg before he died?” Llyrae asked with a morbid eagerness in her voice. “How did you do it?”
“He begged. I cut his throat and placed the glass shard in his palm. The guards will think it was suicide.” Saran replied with a nod, his purple eyes meeting the Human’s.
“His legacy will be cowardice then, excellent. It was a good call on your part, you were his type. Though clearly you were far older than what landed him in this place. Nobody will miss that horrible cunt.” Llyrae nodded firmly, spitting on the floor at the mere thought of the man she had Saran murder. “Did he fuck you?” she questioned additionally.
“Nope. He let his guard down as soon I showed him some skin. He made it easy for me.” Saran assured her with a smirk and a little flick of his hair out of his face. “I wouldn’t have let it get that far anyway.” He added, saying what he assumed she wanted to hear.
“You might have had to. A good rogue will do what they must to secure the kill. Never forget that, Saran.” Llyrae sounding a little more mentoring than perhaps she had intended. Though she would need to get used to it now that she had recruited him and become his handler. His personal liaison within the Uncrowned.
Whistles began to sound from the other cell block, the guards had discovered the body which meant a lock down was about to happen. Like clockwork the cell doors came slamming down with a thud and a firm clunking sound to reinforce how very locked they were.
“Right on time.” Saran said with an expectant nod. “Shouldn’t take them long to incorrectly deduce it was suicide.” The boy said as he pulled his prison shirt up over his head. The dried blood across his chest the only truth of the man’s death. It also confirmed to Llyrae that he was indeed naked during the murder as his clothes weren’t bloodied.
“Red’s a good color on you, doll. But get that cleaned up.” She remarked, gesturing to the blood stains while tossing him a wet rag that she absolutely intended to burn when he was done. “And pull your pants down too.” she added.
“I didn’t get any blood down there.” He responded absently minded, wiping the blood from his chest and tummy with the wet rag. He was so focused on getting the stain off that the meaning of Llyrae’s words had shot over his head.
“Oh I know. Do as you’re told boy.” Llyrae said with a firmer tone while still wearing a sly smirk as she sat on the edge of their small shared bed. Admiring the view.
“Oh! Yes, mommy.” He replied as he got the hint. Their professional relationship taking a backseat to their personal one now that job was done. He tugged his prison bottoms down and gave her a lovely angle of his feminine booty.
The Human bit her lip approvingly at the sight. “Count yourself lucky, boy. If you hadn’t done such a good job on the final test tonight I’d have you over my knee for that little mistake.” She said with that motherly voice of hers, having him by the balls both figuratively and physically as she reached for for small smooth sack between his delicate thighs. She grasped his acorn sized nuts in her palm and gave him a gentle tug backwards in her direction by them.
As feminine as he was, his testicles were still as sensitive as any man’s. Being tugged backwards by them like that still sent a shot of discomfort up through them and much of his body from the act. Forcing a girly whimper from his lips too.
“Tut-tut, what do you say when Mommy’s being kind to you like that?” Llyrae asked, hastening his response with a gentle squeeze of the balls she had in her palm.
“A-ah! T-thank you, m-mommy!” Saran gasped out, saying it as quickly as he could through stammered words as a more potent feeling of discomfort came from her dominating squeeze.
“Good boy. Fetch my strap-on, I’m having your ass all night.” She commanded, mercifully letting go of his soft little testicles to let him fetch the gear.
Saran felt her approving hand stroking through his silky purple hair as he leaned down beside the shared bed she sat upon. He tugged out a large wooden box with a latch and looked up at Llyrae with her approval to open it. She gave it with a nod, moving her palm down to one of his long ears to gently rub her fingers along it.
He swallowed hard as he laid eyes on the largest item in the box. An extremely large and thick dildo he knew as ‘The Ogre’. It was nestle beside a black harness and a more humane looking black dildo of normal size. Llyrae would only bring out The Ogre when punishment was required on Saran. He had only had the ‘pleasure’ of meeting The Ogre twice before, and twice was more than enough for him.
“Been a bad boy, Saran?” She inquired, turning his face up to meet hers by his chin with her thumb and index finger.
“No, mommy!” He said quickly, his eyes like those of a deer in Nesingwary’s rifle sights at the question.
“Good, then I guess we won’t be needing The Ogre tonight. Come, attach the harness to me.” She said with a ruffle of his hair and a kind smile.
Saran was all too happy to remove everything but that frighteningly large dildo from the box. He snapped the lid shut and shoved it back under the bed quickly.
Tonight was to be a night of celebration and he wouldn’t have it marred by that infernal thing.
The Fan Boi (Giveaway)
Kalthar became a mender at the Brawl’gar Arena just to meet his favorite fighter, Mar’gur the Indomitable. Needless to say, he got a meeting and then some when the Orc got her hands on him.
I know there’s been a lot of femboy stuff lately, but at least this one gets to show off Mar’gur’s new update in all it’s muscley glory. Non-femboy stuff coming but definitely more futa coming! Stay tuned, porn fans!
Congrats to Xero in my discord community for their win of this free commission!
Mar’gur was relentless in her use of the new mender-boy, Kalthar. She could tell he was a big fan of hers as he kept fidgeting, smiling at her and catching shy glances at her pillar-like arms the whole time he tended to wounds. The Elf has asked for her autograph but was instead being mercilessly rammed by the big buff woman.
Mar’gur had carried him from the treatment area over her shoulder like a rescued maiden, took him behind some storage crates and torn the clothes from his back like the brute she was. She found him irresistibly cute to the point where she just had to kiss him, but Mar’gur doesn’t bend down for weaklings. She would hook her palms under his arm pits and lift him to her massive height to plant her lips and tongue against his and did so with great ease.
Kalthar would be lying if he said it wasn’t a fantasy of his. While he hadn’t been expecting the champion of the arena to take him rough and bare like a common tavern whore, he had enjoyed the thought of it many a time while glancing at her risque pictures in “Big Hung Gals” monthly.
Mar’gur fed on the weak and respected the strong like her. Kalthar had wanted the attention of his favorite fighter and now he was getting it fully. Ever since how things had gone with her ex-slave Valnoressa, Mar’gur had been cutting a path of lust and shagging through every Elf brave or foolish enough to express interest in her. Kalthar was one of many.
She tugged on his braided silky hair by a small ponytail at the back, a well placed handle bar for her massive fist to grab as it allowed her more momentum behind a steady unbroken thrusting of her powerful hips. Her massive emerald balls would swing and smack against the back of Kalthar’s own like two massive wrecking balls against his marbles by comparison.
Each time he pulled his hips away and attempted to crawl forward for a brief respite, Mar’gur would smack harshly across his rear and drag him right back onto her cock again. There was no running from the wolf for the sheep when it was already in the wolf’s jaws.
When she was finally satisfied, she left Kalthar where she had taken him. His ass raised and leaking her Orcish seed while his face pressed against the dried sun baked ground. He was exhausted, used and more than a little happy with his brush with the champ.
As he lifted his tattered and torn clothes, he found that Mar’gur had signed his picture of her like he had originally asked. Including a little personalized message that read:
”To Kalthar,
I need more fans like you.
Wear something slutty next time you little bitch.
See you soon.
- Mar’gur, the Champ.”
Keep Your Enemies Closer
Ri'lael had to do what he could to survive among the Amani in the lower enclaves of the golden city in the months before he met his secret Zandalari lover.
So here’s a little more backstory on Ri’lael before he met Jah’lih. Quite pleased with how this turned out and I know the gay femboy stuff isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but I just think it’s cute okay! Plenty of non-gay stuff to come in the near future. For now enjoy!
“Ya be right ‘mon. Dis Darkspear boy makin’ a fine hole for ‘me cock alright.” The large Amani proclaimed, his large emerald three-pronged hands keeping Ri’lael’s knees firmly parted from one another while his muscular hips drilled his probing cock ever deeper inside the Darkspear.
“Be honest wid’ us boy, ya came all de way to Zandalar for a real troll didn’t ya? Dey ain’t keepin’ a bitch like you well used in da’ horde ey? Lil’ E’chuta!” The beefy Amani below him added, his massive biceps keeping the boy in an arm lock while the pair of them pummeled their cocks into him. Ri’lael’s own arms were the polar opposite of the Amani ones, and they ached from the thick biceps squeezing relentlessly down on his blue twigs in comparison.
His words couldn’t have rang any more hollow with Ri’lael, he hadn’t come here to be fucked by lesser tribe trolls like the Amani. They were a failed tribe and easily led by others, honor less and fractured. Yet still existed to posture and taunt as if they counted for anything anymore. This ‘arrangement’ was merely to allow Ri’lael to have a roof over his head and warm meals in his tummy while he learned the ways of the Zandalari druids. The irony wasn’t lost on him that he looked down upon Amani in the same way the Zandalari likely looked down upon him and his lowborn standing.
“Ah yeah! Dat be right faddas! I came for de big Amani cock and de strong Amani trolls! Gimme dat thick mojo, mons!” Ri’lael moaned out with his gentle feminine voice. It was fortunate for the Darkspear boy that he was as gay as they came, otherwise this arrangement might be far less pleasurable for him. Though his words were more sweetly sprinkled for their benefit, he most certainly hadn’t come to be an Amani pin cushion for cock - but it helped end things more quickly if he played along. His honeyed words had the effect they wanted. Their grunts and groans of pleasured approval spurred their hips into fast pumping thrusts that put even the most well oiled goblin pistons to shame.
“Good ‘ting I didn’t kill ya back ‘den ey boy? Heheheh.” The Amani facing down at him thought best to remind him of that unfortunate and much less civil first encounter.
Having come to Zandalar with nought but his spear, his loincloth and a dream in his heart - he had no home and no readily available food outside of hunting. Hunting in the jungle alone wasn’t advisable to even the mightiest of trolls. He had entered the Sandfury enclave in hopes of being taken in, but they chased him out. He then went to the Amani, but his mere presence felt like an insult to their fallen brothers in which the Horde and the Darkspear had participated in.
The Amani presently pulling his legs apart had previously lept on him with intent to kill at that first encounter. He had lifted the boy in one hand by his neck, squeezing his throat with the desire to crush it like an insect under heel. Yet Ri’lael’s gentle beauty and weakness stayed his hand and intrigued the Amani.
An arrangement was struck and it was simple enough. He would cook, clean weapons & armor, repair their clothes and pay tribute to the Amani loa. He was also beholden to the sexual urges of any male in the tribe who desired to lay with him, of which there were quite a few considering the low amount of remaining Amani females. It wasn’t uncommon for Ri’lael to pleasure four or five Amani in a single evening.
Months of this arrangement had worn on him in body and mind greatly. There had to be another way to live in this land and become a druid as a troll from foreign lands. Surely something or someone could pull him from this seemingly endless cycle? He would end this arrangement and take his chances - he had to.