WBC_X

Back at camp, the firelight danced low and sullen between the rows of worn leather tents, each one a relic of battles past. Your old legion company, grizzled and lean, had welcomed you with the quiet nods of men who no longer wasted words. Familiar faces, older now, scarred and silent, still carried

We emerged beneath from the dungeon after midnight. She stopped at the threshold, where shattered stone gave way to starlight and wind. The mountain’s flank was bare here—windswept, lichen-scarred, nothing but sky above and the black forest below. The night hung like a velvet curtain, thick with sta

I didn’t come for glory to these parts of the empire. I came for what soldiers come for when the war ends and the coffers run dry: something to sell. The locals didn’t speak of Tareth-Az. Not directly. They called it The Deep Place, or the Vault That Whispers. I heard the name in a backwater tavern,

Wine & Dine!

Some assorted images of the German Shepherd girl in heat!

Plump and THICC!

AWOOO!!

In her birthday suit!

Ops!

Some assorted images of Coyote girl

Buff Coyote girl at the gym encounter

Someone is waiting for you on the trail...

Some assorted images of the sexy Loona form Helluva Boss!

The evening had that soft, golden-hour glow that only shows up at the end of summer — warm air, long shadows, the sky fading slowly from pale blue to amber. You were leaning against the railing outside your building, half-watching people drift past on the street below, when your phone buzzed. Andrea

She wasn’t human. That much was obvious from the start. I met her at a private gathering in Shibuya — the kind of place where Tokyo’s fringes gathered behind soundproof doors to exchange secrets and vices. The air was thick with tobacco, incense, and the scent of something older, almost pagan. She s

When you find out not all green flasks are stamina potions!

The last days of summer didn’t announce themselves — they just crept in. The light hit different, longer shadows stretching across the pavement by late afternoon The afternoon sun cut through the park trees like gold dust, catching in the last hints of summer. You were lounging on your usual bench,

The rain came without warning, as it often does here — warm, thick, heavy with the breath of the sky. It wrapped the jungle in a steam-slicked hush, muting the calls of the birds, softening even the thunder rumbling somewhere beyond the canopy. I let it fall on me as I walked. I did not flinch from

ch. 2

A little ongoing comic project about the world after the Ascending!