Empress Cecille – Page 6

March 14, 2019

Forbidden Garden and The Sinful Seeds

Stars looked down on the world with unblinking, twinkling eyes. Celica stared back at them as she laid flat on her back in her small clothes. The night air in the woods they traversed was cold but welcoming. She felt comfortable underneath the covers of her blanket. She was close enough to her tent that she could go back in should the night grow cold or unwelcome. But for the moment, the priestess was just happy to be looking up at the grand sky beyond.

Celica’s red orange hair laid around her on the ground, flowing and gorgeous. Her pallid skin felt the breeze that swept through the grass of the late night camp site. Her mind was consumed in thoughts of her journey, of where she was headed, what divine obligations now rested firmly and taxing on her shoulders. She was stressed, she was concerned.

But then, something wonderful teased her.

March 7, 2019March 8, 2019

Dark World Bunnies

The sounds of a world changed was what Zelda awoke to. She felt groggy and confused as she rose up to her feet. Her dress still clung to her body, but everything about it just felt a tad odd. Her body just felt so strange, but she couldn’t quite place the feeling. “Link… everyone…” She took in her surroundings.

Up above her pretty blonde head were trees tall and thick with greenery. They were ancient forest sentinels untouched for hundreds of years. Their gnarly branches were dipped at the ends in bountiful bunches of thick leaves, broad stars of green. Zelda took a few steps amongst these timber giants, pressing her hand against the bark of a tree.

March 1, 2019April 16, 2019

Peri’s Candy Craze

Something hadn’t been feeling right all day. Peri, the cotton candy haired maniacal killer, noticed that when she plunged her spear into a living breathing person and ended their life in a spray of viscera, she did not feel pleasure. Or at least, not nearly as much as she was used to. The amount that she felt was more… dull. As if everything she liked about killing had been robbed from her!

February 28, 2019April 16, 2019

Your Waifu is Trash!!!

Your Waifu is Trash

The gloves were off for the most sophisticated duels between gentlemen. It all started without much of note. Two men met at a booth in the artist alley. At first their existence was inconsequential to each other. They were just strangers perusing a humble booth attired with print outs of art, a few painted games, and just next booth they were selling fur suits and cucumbers from Japan. They didn’t even know the other one was there until one of the future combatants uttered a phrase that was often a signal for war.

February 21, 2019February 21, 2019

Horny on Main

On a humble stream chat there awaited a few users. It was a few minutes before the stream was to come on, but these users had appeared just before, like the brave souls who camped out in front of a store before the release date without the risk and inconvenience. They messaged each other back and forth:

[UhOhMoss: did mandy say what she was going to play tonight?

Bl4nkedstare: a video game???

Xoras123: this is the release date for forgotten war 4 so maybe that

UhOhMoss: so is she not playing that dating sim anymore?

ISuckCopper: she beat it last stream

UhOhMoss: oh I missed that stream, guess I’ll watch the vod.

TipsyGoose: I hope we get to see her tits! :raccoontits:

MOD UntitledUntitted: Same.]

February 13, 2019February 18, 2019

Dragon Date at Dragon Stone

Dragon Date at The Dragon Stone Mall

Dragon Stone was a fucking metal name for a mall. No wonder Sabrith could appreciate it so much. It was objectively impossible to deny the appeal of a mall with a more fantasy oriented name. She always wondered where exactly it was that the name came for the mall. The city had a few others and they all had the usual names one would expect. *Insert City Name Here* Shopping Centre/Mall/etc. But Dragon Stone broke the mold, which was probably for the best since it wasn’t the only mall in town.

February 7, 2019February 18, 2019

Collars Are A Sign of Love

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Blake said staring at the collar in Yang’s hand. A small black leather choker with a long lead clipped over the name tag. Yang had this big smile across her face, that usual energetic grin of that crazy woman. Yang leaned in close against Blake, rubbing her cheek against the cat girl’s.

January 31, 2019February 18, 2019

A Passage of Corruption

It felt so good to give in… She… Grew… So…

In the darkness of all worlds Aqua found herself without an idea of where to go. She was on the ground, gently bringing herself back up to her feet. She felt woozy and confused with no memory of how she got to exactly where she was. Her knees ached as she used them for a moment, standing on one knee and foot. She looked around her, eyes still half closed.

January 24, 2019February 18, 2019

Hard Studying

“Hiya Mistress~!” Kawakami came in through the door to Le Blanc in her maid attire, an umbrella at her side. It was a rainy day outside, the sun hidden behind layers of clouds. The kind of day that made the mornings and afternoons feel the exact same. Dreary, but relaxing at the same time. Kawakami, or Becky as she sometimes went by for the job, came inside, adjusting her hair. “Ah, I see it’s just us again today. Well, it’s nice to be called out. My other customers are just soooo weird!” She said, walking up to the attic to take a seat. Joker followed close behind.

January 22, 2019February 18, 2019

A Trip To A Swamp II

Previous Part: https://saltytea.club/2019/01/a-trip-to-a-swamp

Drip, drop, drip. It was probably the most painful five feet she had ever walked in her whole second coming. Orphelia could feel the sensation of the writhing slugs in her nuts as she followed the shapely mage back into her home. It was certainly bizarre, and Orphelia could muse on it all night, and come up with a dozen observations about the plethora of eye catching things she saw just on the walk to the chamber pot in the backroom, but these slugs were hell bent on making her cock dribble like a wounded beast.

January 22, 2019February 18, 2019

A Trip To A Swamp

Next Part: https://saltytea.club/2019/01/a-trip-to-a-swamp-ii

Gold coins were pretty little things. They glimmered in torch light. They were heavy in the hand in juuust the right way. Nothing felt quite like that, and not a thing could do all they did. You could be the best farmer in the world, but eventually you’re going to find something that no amount of carrots can afford. Orphelia’s healthy interest in keeping a steady flow of gold kept her going and doing the oddest things that she would never willingly do for much of anything else. When it came to slaying beasts, and cashing in on their sliced off heads, Orphelia was an expert.

January 17, 2019February 18, 2019

Running The Drillls (Siege Smut)

Running the Drills

Ela ran through the halls of the objective, a blaring alarm playing over and over in her ear piece. She readied her gun, just one room away from the objective when the all clear was given. The test was over, and the invading team won. Ela let her arms go limp for a moment, her rifle falling to her side, still grasped in her gloved hand. The green haired punk shuddered with her free hand. She stared at her shoes, flinching over and over. With a scream, she threw her hand against the wall. She growled through her clenched teeth, leaning against the wall she threw her rage into.

January 10, 2019February 18, 2019

Stable Job (Commission)

Stable Job

How long had she been standing there? Lana was suddenly aware of just how long she had been staring at the golden knob of the door. How long have I been standing here…? She thought. In her hand was a tray, a tray with a pot of tea and two cups, as per Cecille’s requests. Lana was garbed in the customary maid uniform, a frilly affair done up with fine fabrics and an apron, her hair blue and short with two perky cat ears atop it. Her tail swayed, moving her broad skirt around as she pondered.

December 28, 2018February 18, 2019

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Heaven’s Abyss: Cyber Demon Sacrifice

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[The Year is Omega 37. The surface world has been overtaken by several catastrophic events. Nanomachine networks were hijacked by a long dormant force known as demons. The Abyssals are beings created from the poison, magic, and technology of the demons. Returning to the surface is impossible. Civilization has moved into large orbital colonies outside the reach of modern nanomachine technology. The populace undergoes mandatory training in preparation for combatting the Abyssal force in endless war to reclaim the surface. Three Trainees are sent to the surface as an initiation into the Adventure Squadron. None returned.]

December 17, 2018February 18, 2019

It’s Not Just Delivery! (It’s Ass Eating!)

Reader x Mandy (anthro herm raccoon)

You ring the doorbell. And then again. It was about 11 PM, that is to say, you are exhausted, lonely, and really ready for work to be over. In your hand is a carrier bag carrying a big fat pizza and a box of cinnamon sticks. The logo of your place, “Sluts For Pizza” decorated the front of the container. This was likely going to be your last stop, then you go back to the restaurant, clock out, and get home.