Takeshi's Tunnel

The gang goes back into the dungeon, Shoto meets some friendly goblins. Read  here

 My name is ____ _____, codename Robin, and this is my report on the events of the last week. Barbara, I know you're reading this, stay out of my personal files. With Batman's attention divided between multiple catastrophes, he relied on us, his family, to help keep things peaceful on the street. Well, as peaceful as you can get in Gotham. It might be the city I love, and live in, but you can only ever really slow the tide of violence and crime around here. Sometimes it really seems hopeless, but we try to do what we can. In any case, we had gotten word that a bunch of Falcone's thugs were really stepping up their collection racket around Chinatown. I wasn't aware there were any still around after Carmine turned tail, but that's what our tip said.  Scouting from the rooftops, I could see a group of guys in trench coats going door to door between the establishments, but they didn't look like the usual Falcone goons. They seemed disorganized somehow, like they wer

 "So, you want to be a servant for the great Touma Tengu, do you?" Sitting on a simple throne, the Tenguri emperor looks down at you as you kneel before him, ears flicking the air in annoyance. He crosses his legs as he inspects you, seemingly unconvinced of your worth, but he hasn't dismissed you yet. "Yes, your highness! I want to help build your influence and wealth! Protect you from danger! Anything you need from me!" you exclaim, keeping your head lowered. You see the toe of his boot twitch a bit, but nothing else.  "I do need capable hands to carry me to greatness..." Touma murmurs to himself, resting his chin on his hand, "Very well, if you'll submit yourself to an evaluation, I'll give you an opportunity to prove yourself." "Of course, Emperor. What would you have me do?" you ask, looking up into his violet eyes. "Go change into something you can move in and meet me in the training room. I'm going to test yo

 Mommy? Pegging? Mommy? Read  here

Waking up in a strange bed, you panic briefly before recalling the past day and a half. Dimly lit red lights glow softly throughout the room, greeting you back to reality. Remembering that you spent the night at Zentreya's, you try to roll backwards but bump into something solid. An arm falls over your torso and lazily pulls you into what you realize is Zentreya's chest. Feeling her tits pressing into the back of your head, your body responds accordingly and the sweatpants you borrowed begin to tighten.  "Well good morning to me." Zentreya murmurs behind you, her fingers crawling their way down to the waistband of your pants, tracing a single digit along the newly formed tent. A shiver runs through your body as Zen teases you through your clothes, her fingers slowly curling around your length and stroking gently.  There's not much you can do as Zen fondles your morning wood, her touch quickly staining the fabric of your sweats with precum. You do your best to keep

 Slutting our way around the galaxy continues. Read this story, and a ton of others,  here

 Been a bit busy with other projects, but I'm back with new stories! This one's about Kainen (my 12th piece about him), and a rare instance where (You) top. Read  here