The HSG Cockanaya Anthology

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology Volume One

compiled and illustrated by Homestuck Expert

Table of Contents: Chapter One................................................................................... page 2 Chapter Two................................................................................... page 4 Chapter Three........................................................................... pages 4-6

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The HSG Cockanaya Anthology Chapter Four............................................................................. pages 6-8 Chapter Five........................................................................... pages 8-10 Chapter Six.......................................................................... pages 10-13 Chapter Seven..................................................................... pages 13-20 Chapter Eight..................................................................... pages 20-37 Chapter Nine..................................................................... pages 37-64 Chapter Ten...................................................................... pages 64-98 Miscellaneous Stories........................................................ pages 98-102

Chapter One It's the third time today. Kanaya pants heavily over you, her arms forcing you down to your knees with her vampire strength. You feel a long thick strand of drool hit your head. She doesn't even speak to you when it happens, you both know that you don't have a choice. She lets out a gasp as she lifts up her skirt, it slowly peeling off her huge veiny pulsing meat pole, She grasps it as best she can in her hand, her beautiful soft smooth small feminine hands, a contrast against her monstrous grotesque cock. She can barely fit her hand around half of it as she holds it up to your mouth. You try to resist by turning away but she merely pushes her smelly bulge into your face, light green precum smearing across your cheek. Her well-pedicured foot lightly treads over your own bulge and steps down. The sudden shock causes you to open your mouth, and she doesn't miss the opportunity. she plows her bulge into your mouth, the head barely squeezing in. Realizing the futility of resisting, you try to help her cum faster. The sooner the better. You open your mouth further, letting her thick sweaty cock slide in faster. The taste of her cock is musky, yet addicting. You close your eyes as you begin to bob your head up and down her bulge. her feminine moans giving you a faint reminder of who it really is. She gulps lightly before gripping your head, her soft fingers tangling themselves in 2 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology your hair. You take the biggest breath you can as she pulls your head roughly against her dick, letting it thrust down into your tight throat. Tears begin to form in your eyes as she thrusts lightly in your throat, enjoying the warmth and tightness of it against her cock. You hear her sigh and begin to breath harder as you feel her dick begin to pulse. With a gasp she unloads into your throat. Boiling hot jade cum pouring into your throat. With all your remaining strength you yank your head off her dick, inhaling impossible amounts of oxygen as the remaining cum coats your face in hot smelly green goop. As her huge cock slowly goes flaccid, she makes one final remark to you. "You Are Making A Wonderful Bucket. For All Of The Girls Here. Clean Yourself Up You Have Vriska And Nepeta Coming In An Hour."

Chapter Two Kanaya's breath hitched in her throat as she watched her human partner slowly slip one thumb under the elastic of her stockings. She was hard already, despite having only just unsheathed her now-twitching cock from within her skirt, and the heat in her loins was only growing as Rose peeled the offending garment from her pale legs with a deliberate slowness. As the silk passed her ankles, Kanaya compulsively licked her lips in anticipation, an action that was met with a light smirk from the other teen. Finally, the sock fell to the bed's surface, and Rose gently wiggled her nowbare toes in the warm air of the room. Her feet were delicate and pale, nails carefully manicured and painted a faint, almost unnoticeable pink to match the flush of her skin. Leaning back, she carefully raised her legs towards the troll, smiling slightly and delighting in the throb of the jade-green member of her matesprit. For her part, Kanaya let her body fall back against the headboard, and closed her eyes in eager anticipation. A small gasp broke from her black lips as the soles of Rose's feet made contact with the shaft of her dick, electric sparks shooting down her spine as she gave a minute squirm. It was clear that the girl took good care of her skin; the smooth, soft touch of pale on ashen was nearly enough to drive Kanaya to orgasm alone. Minuscule, chubby toes gently took their place around her quivering tip, and as her cock met the surface of the warm, ever-so-slightly sweaty skin between digits, the jadeblood was forced to tighten the grip on the bedsheets. Moaning, Kanaya could only grit her teeth, face flushed red, as Rose began carefully sliding her feet up and down the modest length of the penis, tiny droplets of precum dripping onto her toes and forming a natural lubricant as she slid them 3 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology from the wet tip to Kanaya's curt, carefully-trimmed ballsack. The movement was causing pressure to build in the Virgo's testes, and her fangs drew green blood as she bit her lip, face flushed a brilliant emerald. Finally, as Rose picked up the speed of her movements, Kanaya gave a soft, keening cry of orgasm. A thick stream of jade seed spurted wildly from her dick, throbbing as it coated her partner's delicate feet in sticky, slimy fluids. She was vaguely aware of the puddle forming beneath Rose's own dampened panties, a look of quiet bliss working it's way across her face, and the last thing the alien felt before letting gravity pull her to the pillows was Rose's twin soles squeezing the last of her jizz from her hot, twitching dick. Chapter Three Imagine a deeply ashamed Kanaya, desperately trying to hide her massive member as Nepeta stares long and hard at it, licking her lips. And then, realizing what she intended to do with it, Kanaya slowly removes her small hands that so desperately tried to hide her secret, showing it off in all of it's jade, throbbing glory. There goes Nepeta, slowly crawling towards the towering appendage with all the grace of a jungle predator, before knocking Kanaya down with a pounce. Watch as the hungry, cat-nip riddled Nepeta straddles the poor girl, rubbing her gigantic asscheeks against Kanaya's gigantic cock. Imagine Kanaya's face, a look of pure, terrified pleasure as she begins to lose control over her hips. She begins to rock them forward, attempting to get as much contact with Nepeta's skin as possible. But Nepeta slyly pulls away, moving her pussy up Kanaya's belly. She leans in, to kiss Kanaya on the cheek, as Kanaya tries pleading for more. Nepeta licks her lips and then raises her ass in the air, before tantalizingly placing her vagina on the gigantic, engorged tip. She teases Kanaya, pinning down her arms so she can't grab squeeze Nepeta's glorious ass, as she leads the cock around in circles with the entrance to her vagina. After what feels like an eternity for Kanaya, Nepeta finally lets her into her inner sanctum, slowly at first, going up and down, until Kanaya, struggling to break free of Nepeta's grasp, finally catches her off guard long enough to grab and pull downward. Nepeta squeaks in pleasure, so surprised by the sudden depth that the Jade dick has gained, and Kanaya, filled with insatiable lust, is able to turn the tables, getting on top of the rough-and-tumble trollsex. She slams into the cat-girl with gleeful abandon, and Nepeta slowly starts to lose her mind as the thick cock goes into her, deeper everytime she thrusts. Nepeta, tears in her eyes from the painful stabs into her womb, tries to fight off Kanaya, but now the Virgo is in control, and it's time for revenge for all the cock-teasing she did. The Jadeblooded troll leans in and starts making out with the open, heavily-breathing mouth of the Leo, and begins to lick her face. "I love you so much" she manages to tell her 4 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology as the Olive tears began streaming thickly down her face. Kanaya begins to feel a strong heat coming from inside, and kisses Nepeta everywhere as she announces to her, "I'm coming! I'm coming! Come with me!" Nepeta is now full-on crying from the fucking onslaught. With a cry of ecstasy, and a final, ringing cry of pain, Kanaya comes into Nepeta's vagina, filling it to the brim with her Jade spunk. It begins sloshing out and around her dick as she fills Nepeta so full of her cum that there is no more room for it. Kanaya collapses on top of Nepeta, who is also too exhausted to move, and they lie there, two heaving, female bodies, having just had sex for the first time. But in no time, Kanaya comes back up and flips the Leo over, with her cock already hard once more. "Again." she says with a hungry glint in her eyes. "Again!" she yells. Nepeta, tears still staining her cheeks, is only able to get out a pleading "No!" before she reverts to screams of pure pain as Kanaya penetrates her asshole, and begins fucking that hole as well. Kanaya's lust cannot be satisfied, no. They go on fucking for hours into the night, and into the morning. The olive-blooded troll should never have tempted Kanaya. It was Nepeta's fault, yes, her fault... Chapter Four Karkat knew that he was the leader, and as the leader he had to be the one to make sure that every other troll was doing something and he had to be aware of where they were almost every single second of every fucking day. Maybe it was because it was Kanaya that he let it go on for so long. If any of the trolls could handle themselves, it would be her. He would never let Gamzee, Tavros, Vriska, Terezi or Nepeta out of his sight for a week, but he did with Kanaya. Now that week was over, and he was beginning to feel nervous about her being gone so long. She hadnt even harassed Rose, which was something completely weird all on its own. So he had decided to do something weird, and actually go on a search for someone on his own. He figured that he would either find her dead or alive, and since it had been a week he doubted that whatever had killed her would be around for her then. Her hive was as it always was, nothing had changed since the first time that he had been there. It was beautiful in a weird sense, showing off the female trolls personality perfectly. The cloths hanging down from the tops of the pillars only added to the effect. From where he stood outside, he could see no sign of her. He had no choice to go in. Knocking was what he did first, of course, and he got the response that he was expecting; nothing. So he opened the door and walked into the hive, frowning at the darkness that surrounded him. Kanayas hive never seemed to be dark, and hed visited her at night like he always did. He heard a movement above him, and quickly took to the stairs. If there was a chance that she was alive, he wasnt going to waste his time thinking. Pushing open the door to her room, his eyes went wide 5 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology and a wave of sickness came over him. Kanaya was sitting on the floor completely nude, her back up against a wall and her body hunched over. Her hands are moving along a rather large member, one that manages to reach halfway up her stomach when it is hard, which it is at that moment. Her mouth is open, thin green spunk dripping out from between her lips. Her tongue slips out and she licks it up, shivering as though she was tasting the most delicious thing she had ever tasted in her life. Her balls, if that was what they we really are, were swollen past the normal thought of it. Shed gained weight from all of the semen that she had been devouring over the past week. Karkat felt as though he was going to be sick again, watching as she continued to stroke herself having absolutely no idea that he was standing in front of her. He took a cautious step forward and blinked. What the honest fuck are you doing, Kanaya? Kanayas eyes rose slowly, an almost drugged look that he would expect on Gamzees face. She let out a shaky breath, her breasts moving from side to side as she sat up straight. I cant stop I have never had anything so amazing in my life. That was when Karkat said something that he was without a doubt going to regret for a long time. Ill help you. ~ Kanaya had lost about half of the weight she had gained in the height of her addiction to her own semen, and had begun to think more normally and less about her penis. Her balls had gone back to their normal size and she was wearing clothes once again. She let out a quiet sigh, laying back on the bed and running her fingers through her hair. Youre a lot better than you were, soon youll be chainsawing Tavros in half again. Karkat said, his voice rather encouraging even though he still wasnt entirely happy that he still had to do this. He sat down on the bed and pulled her skirt up a little bit, enough so that she wouldnt be able to see the member that was between her legs. Kanaya let out a quiet sniffle, feeling rather humiliated over all of this. His hand moved so that he was gripping her penis, stroking her slowly in front of the bucket. The bucket was really the only appropriate thing that he could find in order to manage the job. Because of how long he was starting to go between milking, it didnt take her all that long to release. She let out a gasp, the member spurting out the green semen into the bucket. He glanced down, trying to hide his distaste, patting the top of her head as she began to cry. She rolled over and buried her face into the pillow. Letting out a sigh, he made his way out of her room and down the stairs. It was time to get rid of this, far enough so that she wouldnt be tempted to have any more of it. 6 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology Glancing into it, he scrunched up his nose, and then paused. He never did get to understand why she acted like that all of a sudden. It wasnt like it was sopor slime, he was sure he wouldnt be ending up like Gamzee. Sticking a finger in the semen, he lifted it up and licked it a little bit. Woah. Chapter Five Kanaya hated Gamzee, why shouldnt she after all? He had killed several of her friends and engineered the death of Vriska. Vriska might not have been the easiest person to deal with, but still she was Kanayas friend, and Kanaya still regretted her death. Especially the lost chance to introduce Vriska to her enormous flesh hammer. How Kanaya had dreamed of the day it and Vriska could have met, how she imagined Vriska hungry with lust, sliding her tongue against the shaft, licking every inch. How she wished Vriska could have slowly shoved her head into Vriskas hungry mouth, and then have Vriska suck on it as she moved her tongue against the surface. But most of all Kanaya missed the lost opportunity of being able to cum inside Vriskas mouth, how all that spunk would overwhelm her, how her cheeks would bulges and her eyes would widen. Shed be forced to swallow every drop of it. Kanaya would make sure of it, she might act all dainty and graceful in front of her friends but that act would drop as soon as she got the chance to get any privacy. Shed become another person practically; anyone shed fuck would taste her morning special, no ifs ands or buts. If they could deal with it, fuck them. Kanaya hated Gamzee, why shouldnt she after all? He had killed several of her friends and engineered the death of Vriska. Vriska might not have been the easiest person to deal with, but still she was Kanayas friend, and Kanaya still regretted her death. Especially the lost chance to introduce Vriska to her enormous flesh hammer. How Kanaya had dreamed of the day it and Vriska could have met, how she imagined Vriska hungry with lust, sliding her tongue against the shaft, licking every inch. How she wished Vriska could have slowly shoved her head into Vriskas hungry mouth, and then have Vriska suck on it as she moved her tongue against the surface. But most of all Kanaya missed the lost opportunity of being able to cum inside Vriskas mouth, how all that spunk would overwhelm her, how her cheeks would bulges and her eyes would widen. Shed be forced to swallow every drop of it. Kanaya would make sure of it, she might act all dainty and graceful in front of her friends but that act would drop as soon as she got the chance to get any privacy. Shed become another person practically; anyone shed fuck would taste her morning special, no ifs ands or buts. If they could deal with it, fuck them. The next several days were spent preparing herself, shed planned how she would approach him, how she would penetrate him, even how she would gloat as she 7 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology humiliated him. Then the day came and she calmed herself, her ever thickening meat hammer however would not cooperate, the damn thing growing ever larger and stiffer as the thought of punishing Gamzee filled her head. Luckily she knew how to conceal it and began her merry little plan. She approached the little shit, trying desperately to hide her disgust for his very being, her member continued to swell. Oh Gamzee I would Like To Talk To You About Something In Private If You Would Be So Kind To Accept. The clown agreed and off the two were. As soon as they entered Kanayas private chambers, she got to work. She slammed Gamzees head against the nearest surface she could, trying to weaken him as best she could. While he staggered she got a holdover him and slid his gaudy pants and underwear down, revealing his unprotected anus. Kanayas dick swelled to epic proportions at the prospect at getting revenge at last, wasting no time she plunged her dick deep inside Gamzees ass. The clown seemed unperturbed at these recent developments. This only served to upset Kanaya more, after all the whole point of this was to make him suffer, so she grabbed Gamzees hips and made sure to push herself all the way to her balls. The clown continued his silent mockery, insulting Kanaya further. She would not take this and began a vicious assault on the clowns ass, rapidly sliding in and out, making sure to make it as uncomfortable as possible. Soon she found Gamzees ass taking in her entire shaft, she slowed down a bit. As much as she hated the clown she couldnt help but admit how good his ass felt, how every inch of it clenched her dick, how it almost seemed to demand she slide in and out. Eventually it was no longer about punishing Gamzee, it was about using him to please her. She could feel herself drooling as she pulled out again, and just clench his hips as he clench her shaft whenever she slowly shoved herself in. Finally he got the better of her and she grasped his stomach, and then began to slam in and out as fast as she could. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, her mind a daze. Her tongue just hung from her mouth as she pounded the clowns ass. Soon her lust filled urges took control and she felt herself cum inside his ass. As her dick spasmed she could faintly hear a rapid honking noise. When she finally filled Gamzee as much as she could, she pulled herself from his now sore ass. A few drops of her jade cum spilling out his gaping ass. As Kanaya gazed at him she finally realized something, she was never meant to hate Gamzee, she was meant to love him. After all this time she finally understood, her true matesprite was Gamzees ass all along. Oh the fun they would have. Chapter Six Kanaya tapped her foot impatiently as Karkat shuffled around in the large, walk-in closet in her respiteblock. Karkat had been hiding in there for at least fifteen minutes now, and even Kanaya knew that it didn't take this long to get changed: 8 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology she should know, she recorded her longest changing time at a mere ten. She knocked on the closet door lightly, which Karkat angrily reacted to by banging back on the door. "Karkat," Kanaya sang softly. Her voice alone caused Karkat to stiffen and blush. "What's taking you so long, my little friend?" "I'm not wearing this. I seriously cannot believe you want me to wear this." The voice strained and nearly broke into maddened sobs, as something heavy leaned up against the closet door. "Please tell me I don't have to wear this." "You said you wanted to help," Kanaya chided, as she laughed lightly. "And I can't think of any other way for you to help than to wear my new outfits." "But... THIS?! Of all things, this stupid costume?!" Karkat cried out. Kanaya tutted, and rapped her knuckle on the door. "Are you sure you want those pictures of you that I took getting out?" Kanaya threatened, and a small yelp could be heard from within. "No... Okay." Karkat said, and sighed as he mustered up his strength. "Okay, I'm coming out." Kanaya stepped back as the closet door swung open slowly, and she sighed inward as she beheld the newly garbed candyblood. She blushed heavily, as the entire wardrobe change was taken in. In a tiny little skirt, with a frilly blouse and his hair done up in ribbons with little dicks pinning them all together, Karkat looked the part of a grumpy fairy penis-princess. The thigh-highs and boots with the dick-flairs did nothing to help disillusion the viewer, and it excited more than just Kanaya's heart to see the costume so well-worn. "Stop staring, Kanaya! Christ, this outfit is revealing enough, I don't need you looking like you're about to pounce me like a hungry lione- WHUP!" Karkat fell to the ground, as Kanaya pinned him down and panted over him. Her eyes had glazed over, and she licked her lips slightly as she checked out Karkat over and over. "You're so... precious, Karkat. So precious..." She repeated, her eyes maniacally staring at the fallen troll. Karkat responded with fear and uneasiness. "Kanaya, you said you wouldn't do this again. Please don't. Don't do this! Please!" Karkat said, his eyes widening as he looked down to Kanaya's crotch. Something began to press up against Karkat's leg, as Kanaya pinned him down and laid on top of him. "You're so cute..." She said, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "So very cute... when you beg." She began to pant like crazy, and before Karkat knew it, he felt something big, wet, and slimy press up against his own member. His dick was dwarfed before the green-eyed monster that was Kanaya's gigantic cock. "Please. Beg for me. Beg." The last word was more a command than a request, and Karkat decided to oblige. 9 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology "P-Please..." He quivered, as Kanaya began to grind up against his own dick, causing it to become erect. "Please... fuck... my ass..." Kanaya teared up and kissed Karkat's face again, and began to press her tongue into his mouth while she tore off his underwear. She broke the kiss, letting Karkat have a breather, before giving him a peck on the cheek. "I'm going to fuck the life out of you, my sweet..." She said, her eyes completely glazed over as she picked him up and brought him to the bed. She sat on one side, and, with the little boy so diminutive before her, placed him on her lap, letting her chin rest on his head. Karkat looked down to get a better glimpse at the gigantic bucking bronco that now rested between his two ass cheeks. With a bit of math, he figured she had to be... she had to be twice as big as him. Ten, perhaps eleven inches long. And six inches around, he added, as he tried gripping the shaft with his small hands. He nearly couldn't make it all the way around. Kanaya moaned as he took hold of it, and, like a loyal little slave, began pumping the large, merry member of his fashionista fuck-friend. Karkat felt drool come down into his hair as he realized exactly how pleasurable this was to her, and as he quickened his pace, he was surprised as he saw a good half liter shoot out of her jadejackhammer. He slowed down his pace and finally let go. When Kanaya felt his grip loosen, she grabbed his arms. "NO! No, more. More. I need it, I need more." She chanted, her mouth drooling freely as her monster-cock pulsed back to full strength. "Aren't you satisfied?!" Karkat answered, as he struggled to get out of her lap. Kanaya shook him, and as he sat dazed, she picked him up and began to smear spit and excess cum across his asshole, before turning him around to face her.. He stiffened as he felt the giant prick pierce his rump, and began to tear up as he bit his lip, while Kanaya squeezed into him like a large woman into a tiny bathing suit. With a sickening drop, Karkat found himself face to face with Kanaya's sizeable breasts, and as Kanaya slowly grinded her way into Karkat's tiny asshole, she moved her nipple into Karkat's mouth, and allowed him to suckle. "Mmm, yes, drink deep..." She soothed, her silken voice, comforting like the song from a mother-figure. Karkat cried as he grunted and moaned into Kanaya's breast, but drowned himself in the milk as his cock rubbed up against her stomach, and Kanaya's dick drove deep into his wrecked rectum. She began to hug tightly to Karkat as she plunged her jade-spade as deeply as possible into Karkat's dirtdispenser, she came hard, filling up his ass with more of her fem-splooge. She panted, relieved at last, and pulled Karkat's whimpering body off of her cock, and let him rest on the floor as the spunk pooled out his ruined asshole. "You still look adorable like that," she managed to say, before she finally plummeted into a deep sleep. Chapter Seven 10 of 83

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A more moral part of you screams for help in your mind as you pack your bag. You shouldn't be doing this. You can still make things right. You can just let her go and maybe she'll forgive you. You dismiss these thoughts with a smile. You've come too far to simply give up now. Everything you've been planning, dreaming, hoping, has led up to this moment. Your name is Kanaya Maryam and you are about to make the love of your life yours forever. It began so slowly, you never really realized you had become obsessed until it was too late to pull out of things. Vriska was always so...hard to get a hold of. You aren't sure if you loved her from the start, but that doesn't matter now. You became her moirail under false pretenses, a flushed crush for the arrogant spidertroll present in your every thought as you spoke to her. You loved her. You needed her. And what did she do? She never realized how you were meant for each other. She had her own obsession, with that pathetic little brownblood. She had told you about it. She never stopped talking about him. Even after she crippled the boy, she never. Stopped. Talking. About what? How she finally realized that she had been a fool from the start? How she realized that yes, you were her true love? That she could finally leave him behind and leap into your far more deserving arms? No. She didn't. She didn't fucking wise up. So you snapped. Your obsession with Vriska reached a boiling point, and your sanity decided to take a much deserved vacation. So you organized things. You made plans, and everything went so well. You teased away from Vriska, growing colder by the day. Eventually, something made it through her beautifully thick skull. She realized that something was wrong with your "Moirailship." She finally asked what was wrong. She finally asked if there was something she could do. Your heart leapt for joy as you read her broken apology. It wasn't much, you realize. It was buried under that same arrogance, that same uncaring air. But it was something. She wanted to talk face to face! She fell right into your trap. So you agreed to meet her. And you brought some tools. When she came, she thought you didn't show up. Eight eyes and still so blind...You cracked her across the back of the head with a bat. You may have enjoyed it. But you would never take enjoyment in causing your beloved pain, would you? Of course not. So you obviously weren't smiling ear to ear as she went out like a light. You weren't licking your lips with anticipation as you tied up her unconscious body and dragged her back to your hive. That would be horrible. And you aren't a horrible person, are you? No, you're just doing this for her. For LOVE. You brought her down into the room below your hive where the sun couldn't reach through the windows. You were aware that she didn't enjoy the sunlight like you did. You were aware how it would burn her. And you couldn't let your darling 11 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology come to any harm, especially from herself. So you chained her to the wall. For her own protection, of course. You finished packing your bag and went down to meet her. She was awake by then, moaning softly in pain. The poor dear had to be in some pain. It had been quite a blow you gave her to the back of the skull. All too necessary of course. You turned on the lights, and she snapped her head towards you. She tried to speak through the tape over her mouth. It came out as a mumbled cry of shock and confusion. The tape was necessary as well, you told yourself. She'd scream her throat ragged. And that would hurt her. And you couldn't bear to see her hurt. You tried to act cool and suave. You had cleaned yourself up, you were wearing your best dress, the nicest perfume. You had dolled yourself up as if this were nothing more than a date. So you walked over slowly to Vriska, swaying your hips ever so slightly, a smile on your face, a nervous twitch to your lower eyelid. Things had to be perfect. She had to be perfect. "Why Hello Vriska, What A Pleasure To Meet You Finally." Your voice cracked as you made your hello, and you stopped in place. No no no no NO. Things had to be PERFECT. You had to be PERFECT. And that was anything but. You coughed, and tried to gather yourself. You put the bag down on the table in the center of the room. It was a large, flowery affair. And it was full of the tools necessary for a perfect night with Vriska. You realize that you are sweating nervously. Nothing like that other blueblood, but noticable. And pungent. You wipe the back of your hand across your forehead, trying to play things cool. Vriska is trying to say something through the tape. Might as well let her speak. You rip it off quickly, and she howls in pain. Oh dear. "What the FUCK Kanaya? What the hell are you doing?" You worried about this. She might not be as accepting of the new situation as you so very much are. She stares daggers at you. Before she can say anything else, you put your finger against her lips, shooshing her. "I'm Just Making Sure Everything Will Be Perfect, Vriska." She looks at you, confused. You realize she might need further explanation. "Vriska, Do Not Worry. I'm Not Crazy Or Anything. I'm Just Keeping You Here For Your Own Safety." You clear your throat, but cannot think of anything further to say. What, that you love her? No, it's too soon. You need to win her over before making your proposal. You need to make sure she needs you. 12 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology You reach into the bag, and pull out the first of many tools. A gag, a simple toy to keep her mouth open as wide as it can be. You can't risk her biting down. That would be...unpleasant. You ignore the stream of curses and insults that pour out of her mouth as you put it on her. Eventually they die down to a saliva-filled gurgling noise. Much better. You look down at her. She was always a short little thing. Skinny, underfed, always out on some adventure. She needed a proper home. A proper lusus as well. Someone to take care of her instead of demanding from her. You could be that person. The thought of caring for Vriska has crossed your mind often. Her actions were always so poorly thought out, so reactionary, so...infantile. That's practically what she was, wasn't she? An overgrown wriggler, crying out for attention. Crying out for someone to love her. And you loved her so very very much, didn't you? You remove your gloves, placing them down on the table next to the bag. You'd prefer to feel every inch of her as you did this. Gloves were so impersonal. You pull a pair of scissors out of the bag. You lick your lips. She saw you pull them out. Her gurgles and groans become plaintive, incomprehensible wails. "Shhh Shh Shhhh. I'm Not Going To Hurt You Darling." You walk up to her, a hand reaching for the bottom of her shirt. It was so filthy, stained with her sweat and dirt and whatever else. It smelled terribly. She most likely never had the urge to do laundry, or replace her wardrobe. Another symptom of her infantile behavior. It was like a cry for help. You pull her shirt up, revealing her belly. The hand with the scissors darts in, then up. With a few short movements, the shirt is cut in half, revealing the rest of her chest. She doesn't even wear a bra, you realize. You dart in with the scissors again, cutting along the sleeves so that the shirt can be completely pulled off. She starts wailing again. Adorable. Her breasts are so small, like tiny little lumps on her chest. Her ribs are in clear view. The poor darling must never have time to eat. She'll have plenty in your hive. You'll fix that problem right up. You put the scissors down. Their job is done. Now your love needs caring for. You brush a hand against the skin of her side, feeling her practically vibrate with fear. She's shivering. You move in closer, and your hand strays towards her chest. You grope her small chest, squeezing gently at her tiny breasts. You lazily run circles around her nipples until they stand fully erect. They were small, just like she was. You lower your head and just...dart your tongue out and lick at it. She shivers harder than before, and she tries to say something through the gag. You ignore her, and continue licking at it, playing with it, wrapping your lips around her nipple and sucking at it ever so gently. Her skin tastes salty, but you love it. As you lick and lap and suckle, something begins to quiver down below. 13 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology Your bulge begins to fill with blood as your arousal grows. Normally, you'd be too embarrassed to make use of it. That shameful member has often made a tent in your dresses, but you'd always been too disgusted by it to give it the attention it deserves. It may not be normal, you realized, eventually. But it was yours. Just like Vriska, now that you had her in your basement. You stand away from Vriska, a strand of drool trailing from your mouth to her chest before you wipe it off your lips. You pull at the buttons of your dress, slowly at first, but as your impatience grows you pull everything off, ripping things. Oh dear. That was such a nice dress, too. Your member is trembling in your underwear, and you pull it free, massaging it slowly with one hand. You smile as you scratch at the tip ever so lightly, sending waves of pleasure up your body. Slowly, it begins to engorge. You play with it, ignoring Vriskas confused mumblings. Eventually, it stands to attention, a rigid jade pole held in your hands. It throbs slowly, and you look back at your lover. Is that fear in her eyes, as she looks down at your engorged cock? She's blushing, you think. "Vriska, Don't Tell Me You've Never Seen One Of These Before." She moans something through the gag, averting her gaze. Oh god, you realize. She hasn't. She's still...pure. Wonderful. You pull at the buttons on her jeans, popping them open before sliding the pants down her legs. She's got such lovely little panties on, bright blue and slightly frilly. Adorable. You rip them off and throw them into the garbage. She won't be needing them again for a while. She tries to shout something, but you ignore her yet again. Her tiny little slit is oozing blue. Just a little bit, but it's there. She wants this just as bad as you do, obviously. She needs this just as badly as you do. You reach a hand out, dragging a finger down her slit before poking inside. She's warm inside, and her tunnel quivers around your finger. After a little bit of playing around, you slide your finger free, her juices still covering it. You pop it into your mouth and savor the taste. She's wonderful. But you need more. You crave sweet, sweet release. You poke the tip of your cock into her slit. She tries to reject you, she tries to pull her legs together and block you off, she tries to buck away from you. Doesn't she realize that this is how it's supposed to be? How dare she try to ruin things. She can't fucking reject you now. Not at this point. You slap her in the face, hard enough to crack her head to the side. Spit flies out of her mouth. She begins to cry, deep sobs, made worse by the gag. Snot begins to run out of her nose, and tears stream from her eyes. She's ruining everything. This was supposed to be perfect, damnit! You slap her again. And again. Until eventually she quiets down. Good. Just 14 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology how things are supposed to be. You wipe the snot from her nose and the tears from her cheeks. Her eyes look all swollen, and she looks up at you, a hurt expression on her face. You almost let her go right then and there. That little voice nagging you in the back of your head that this isn't right almost wins. Almost. You try again, poking at her slit with your member. This time, it goes in. Not all of it at first. By god, she's so tight. You thrust as hard as you can, trying to force your way inside her, oblivious to her cries of pain. You pump in and out. First its just a few inches. But slowly, surely, your cock worms its way inside her. With one last Herculean thrust, you bury yourself into her, balls deep. She screams in pain as the tip of your cock slams into the convulsing muscles of her insides. She feels wonderful. Her walls ripple around you, fluid dribbles from around your pole on to the floor, and you just keep thrusting, in and out of her. After a few minutes of this, you feel a hot pressure building up. Not now, you think. Not in here. You slide free of her with a pop, and blue fluids pour out of her gaping hole. You smile, and pat her on the head. She's been such a good sport about this. You barely took note of her sobbing while you were fucking her raw. You take care with your next action, taking off the manacle around her left arm. She looks up at you, eyes widening with hope. Hope quickly dashed when you attach a new manacle to her arm, this one connecting her to the floor instead of the wall. She wails as you repeat this with her other arm. Now she lies on the floor, on her knees like a woofbeast. Such a cute little girl. You grab her by the horns, pulling her up, her head in front of your slick cock. She tries to shake her head, tries to moan something through the gag, but you guide the tip of your member into the ring of the gag, pushing it forward into her mouth. Her noises stop as your girth fills her mouth completely, shoving her tongue against the bottom of her mouth. You press forward slowly, surely into the back of her throat. As you hum happily, enjoying the tight slickness of her oral cavity, she begins to convulse, her eyes rolling back up into her head. Worried, you slide your cock free of her mouth, just in time for her to hurl all over your legs, vomiting a thin slurry on to you. Disgusting. You slap her in the face again. And again. She's crying, sobbing, choking on her own filth. But no matter. This can still be salvaged. You'll just fill her right back up again. You wipe her face clean of vomit and tears, before pushing into her mouth once more. This time she relents, being such a good little girl. It feels so wonderful as she tries to swallow uncomfortably, the muscles of her throat rippling against your cock. You slide in and out of her throat, allowing her to breathe through her nose every time you pull out, before thrusting all the way back in. She chokes over and over, barely able to breathe, tears streaming down her face as she desperately 15 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology tries to retch. This couldn't be going better, you think. But eventually, that familiar little tingle and pressure start to build right back up again. You could keep delaying it, but that would be cruel to your little darling. She needs this now. You redouble your efforts, sliding in and out of her with increased speed as pressure builds inside your pole. Eventually, you buck your hips into her face, slamming the top of your groin into her nose as you just let go. Your cock throbs as it begins to shoot jizz down her throat into her stomach, letting out what feels like gallons of the stuff directly inside her. Her flat little tummy starts to swell and distend as you empty yourself inside her. You leave yourself inside her throat for so long that eventually she goes silent, her convulsing motions halting. You pull yourself out quickly, worried about what might have happened. She gasps, filling her lungs with blessed air again, panting. You strip her of the gag, and she begins shaking. You press your hand against her mouth, keeping it shut as she tries to vomit your genetic slurry back up. She gives you a pleading look as she stares into your eyes, her cheeks full and round with upchucked sperm. Swallow." She tries desperately to follow your command, failing for the first few times, until eventually it all goes back down again. You stand back, gazing down at your handiwork. The girl is slick with sweat, and sobbing again. Drool streams from her mouth on to the floor, tinged green with your...gift. You take the manacles off of her, and wrap your arms around her, pulling her close to you. You feel so happy, so happy that you cry out with joy. She's finally yours. Finally, finally all yours. Chapter Eight Your heart is racing as you slowly creep into the kitchen. What you are planning is not only risky, it is downright vile. Although the rational, moralistic Kanaya in your head cries out for you to stop, you are overpowered by a compelling, primal need. You want Rose. Need her. And you are willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen. 16 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology With a deep breath, you approach the stove. Rose likes to let her tea sit and cool for a while, which gives you some time to work. But if anyone walks in on what you are planning on doing, it will be disastrous. You check over your shoulders, double check, and then, with trembling fingers, reach down, unbutton your skirt, and slip a hand inside. Your back arches as you lightly brush your seed flap, gasping. The added tension of the situation is making you incredibly sensitive; you will have to use great control not to cry out. Your hand returns to the flap, running a single finger up and down the slit. You are already quite moist, much to your embarrassment. You groan quietly as you insert your other hand into your skirt. With the new hand, you began to tenderly rub your shame globes, the two tiny clitorises at the top of your flap. That does the trick. A surge of pleasure fills your loins as you feel your bone bulge begin to unsheathe, emerging from your slit slowly. Each dull throb sees the pole grow another few centimeters, and when it reaches around five inches, you wrap a single hand around the shaft. A troll female possessing a bone bulge is by no means common, but it is also not unheard of. It is a trait unique to members of your sparse blood caste, and even within your caste it is quite rare. The trait is often seen as a blessing, signifying the individuals cosmic importance, thus most of the prominent jade-bloods, who work directly with the mothergrubs, possess this gift. The bulge is normally stored within the seed flap, making its owner visibly indistinguishable from the average troll female, but it emerges fully functional from the slit when its owner is sufficiently aroused. You begin pumping slowly, inhaling and pursing your lips as your shaft continues to grow. Placing one hand on the counter in front of you to support yourself, you increase the speed of your jerking hand, moaning as quietly as you can manage. Finally the shafts growth slows to a halt at the normal 10 inches, with a girth you cant quite fit your hand all the way around. The jade head bobs up and down with your pulse and the long, glowing shaft displays bulging veins. You take a moment to breathe and collect yourself before deciding there is no going back at this point. Using the wetness still on your hands, you pump up and down the shaft quickly. You back up, resting against the counter with the small of your back as you continue. You roll back your head and close your eyes, breathing slowly. You imagine Rose, as always. You start with her body. Roses pert breasts. Roses tight, round ass. Roses beautiful face, those locks of shimmering gold, those alluring violet eyes, that adorable smile: she is perfect. But you love so much more about Rose than her body. Roses kindness. Roses laugh. Roses way with words. And most of all, the way Rose always seemed to instantly understand you more than you understood yourself. These were the things 17 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology that made you so desperately in love with her. But Rose wanted him. You grimace as the idea slithers its way into your think pan. You cant stand it. Cant stand the way Rose talks about him. The way that the memories of their time together make her laugh like you cannot. The way even speaking his name makes Rose light up. The way she looks for him excitedly each time the meteor passes into a bubble, and her abject disappointment when he never appears. It makes your stomach twist and your heart sink. No. You arent going to lose Rose to him. You open your eyes and furrow your brow. You are done with being the good friend that never becomes anything more. You are tired of being stepped on by everyone. You will have Rose, no matter what it takes. And you know just the way. On Alternia, the greatest act of intimacy two lovers can perform is the ingestion of one anothers genetic material. In addition to genetic information, the seed of a troll contains a powerful intoxicating agent, unique to each troll and as addictive as the hardest drugs known to trollkind. After ingestion of a sufficient amount of anothers genetic material, the partner begins to crave it constantly, and over time, they will become so dependent on it that some have even been known to perish from the withdrawal after their partner left them or died. The quadrant system originated from this, as you are truly tied to your partners permanently after taking that final step. However, this ingestion wasnt always a consensual occurrence. Some of the oldest love stories in Alternian lore consisted of brilliant ploys by the protagonist to ensnare an unaware or unreciprocated love with the power of his or her genetic material. Your personal favorite series of romance novels, The Daybreak Saga, (which some imbeciles have the unbelievable nerve to refer to as trashy) stars Edwird Kullin, a suave rainbowdrinker. In the climax of the trilogy, he fiercely and forcefully violates the object of his unrequited affection, Izbela Sworne, only to coolly reveal that he had been secretly slipping his genetic material into her perfume for months, and that the ravishing was only the start of a beautiful, inescapable romance. This sort of subterfuge was seen as the most assertive, passionate form of courtship possible, as well as both scandalous and incredibly romantic. And that is exactly what you want. You are tired of being nice and patient and reserved. You have been living that way your entire life, and all it has led to is loneliness. You had watched Vriska slip through your fingers, but not Rose. You decided that you were done losing the things you loved due to your passiveness. You are going to do things just as Edwird had. You are going to make Rose addicted to your essence, completely defile her with your lustful spear, and win her love in spite of it all. You are going to take charge. You increase your speed, feeling a small fire begin to build up in the base of 18 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology your shaft. You quickly step over to the sink and angle your cock toward its base. Trolls are typically capable of releasing up to a couple of liters of genetic material per orgasm, and that would be far too much to slip into someones tea. You only need a small amount. Your hips begin to rock back and forth in rhythm with your pumps, and your breathing grows ragged. Pressure is building. Your cock thumps heavily with each pulse. You extend one hand in front of your pork pole, the other continuing to stroke it rapidly. You cant help but let out a low whine as you feel it rush up through your shaft. The jade sperm explodes out of your cock, completely coating your hand. The pleasure is too much. Your knees begin to give out, and your hips buck instinctually. Shot after shot of thick jade cream erupts out, each accompanied by another throb of your radiant bulge. The musky scent of sex wafts out of the quickly-filling sink and penetrates the room. Finally, after releasing dozens of shots and after filling the large sink to nearly half capacity, your orgasm relents. You stumble back a bit, legs barely able to sustain you. You cast weary a glace downward and see a small pool of your seed resting in your cupped hand. As your cock slowly deflates and recedes back into your skirt, every fiber of your being wants to give out. But you know there is still work to be done. After a few shaky steps, you approach the stove with purpose. You quickly take the top off the teapot and hold the hand cradling the sperm above the small hole. You pause for a moment and consider whether you really wanted to do this. You could not live with yourself if you let your beloved slip away, but some fundamental part of yourself knows that this is wrong. If you truly love Rose, can you really betray her like this? You almost pull your hand away, but you shake your head and strengthen your resolve. No, you arent doing this to Rose; you are doing it for Rose. So you can be together and be happy. It is your destiny. With small exhale and curt nod, you upturn your hand and watch the thick goo slowly droop into a large globule, finally snapping free and falling into the tea. It was done. You reach over for a nearby spoon and stir the tea well. The sperm dissolves slowly, and for a moment you are afraid it might remain visible, but with a few more stirs it completely infuses with the dark water. You then place the cap back on the pot and let loose a huge sigh of relief, glad that the ordeal is over. You take only a single step toward the sink when Rose walks through the door. Hello, Kanaya, Rose says with a small smile, walking toward you and the stove. You freeze for a moment. Then the dreadful realization hits you. The sink. The 19 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology sink is still a mess. Still nearly filled to the brim with your spunk. You had to clean the sink or Rose would know and it would all fall apart. H-hello Rose how are you coming for your tea? thats nice, you blurt out as you attempt to walk toward the sink in the most composed manner you can muster. Unfortunately, it appears more like you are trying to shuffle like an imperial drone with a stick up its protein chute than anything resembling a calm stride. yes, that is correct, remarks Rose, her voice coated with obvious intrigue, eyeing you with suspicion, and may I ask what brings my dear friend Kanaya into the kitchen this fine morning? Not that the word morning has much significance in this timeless void, I suppose. You make your way over to the sink and twist both knobs violently. The water cascades onto the sperm, but it is simply too thick to go down the drain at any more than a trickle. I, uh, well, I, you stutter, desperately attempting to break the tension of the cum by stirring the water-sperm slurry with your index finger, I And then it dawns on you. I made some grubsauce! you exclaim, a bit too excitedly, and it did not turn out well, so I poured it into the sink, and now I am attempting to get it to flush down the drain because it is not of acceptable quality, which is what I is doing when you walked in because I made bad grubsauce, you see. Rose looks at you, a little bewildered. Grubsauce, you say, says Rose inquisitively, walking over to the sink and peering at the green, watery sludge. I really wish you would have let me sample your exotic Alternian delicacy before you forced it down our sink, adds Rose teasingly, turning her gaze from the slowly depleting green slop to you, Im sure it couldnt have been worse than the scrumptious culinary delights Karkat is always concocting. You force a laugh. I suppose, you say, watching the slime, it finally seeming to be running out. In fact, Rose utters, with a tiny impish grin, before promptly dipping her finger into what is remaining of the slime. A thick dollop of sperm coats Roses index finger as she quickly pops it into her mouth. Your jaw drops. Rose removes her finger from her mouth, a small trail of green slime still trailing from her lips to the digit. She swishes the substance around in her mouth for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. After a moment, Rose grimaces and forces herself to swallow. Okay, she coughs, swallowing again in an attempt to rid her mouth of the veneer of sperm that now coats it, Im sorry, but that is dreadful Kanaya. I should 20 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology have taken your word. You remain speechless. You can feel your face burning. Rose looks up, sees your visage, and gives a small, reassuring smile. Its fine, Kanaya, she says, giving you a gentle pat on the shoulder, It is just one batch. Im certain your grubsauce is usually much more adequate. You blink a few times before finally regaining yourself. Oh, y-yes, you say, thank you. Rose smiles before turning back to her tea and grabbing a small cup. She fills the cup with the drink and quickly takes in a mouthful, swirling it around in her mouth and swallowing. She pauses. Nope, she sighs, walking out of the kitchen, cup in hand, I can still taste it. As soon as Rose is out the door, you nearly collapse. That was too close. A glace over to the sink informs you that the genetic material has finally made its way down the drain completely. A maternal part of you wants to scrub the sink clean, but you are far too exhausted to do anything but go to your room and pass out. As you make your way down the hallway, you think one thing to yourself. Next time, use a little less sperm.

From that day forward, you make sure to mix some of your seed into every pot of tea Rose makes each morning, never missing a day. Besides a few close calls, you are able to pull it off without a hitch each day, with no one discovering what you have been doing. The daily consumption of your cum means that Rose is quickly becoming dependent on it. However, because she ingests such a small amount each day, she is also not getting enough of a fix to stave off the ill effects of withdrawal. After the first few days, Rose begins to become increasingly irritable as the day wears on. For most of the day, after she imbibes her tea and unknowingly gets her fix of your cum, Rose is her normal self. But as the evening creeps up and the minor withdrawal symptoms begin to set in, her mood sours, her mind loses focus, and she begins to go to bed earlier. After a couple weeks pass, Rose begins to display physical symptoms. Her eyes pain and trouble her, and her vision often blurs for several seconds seemingly at random throughout the day. She often complains of headaches and stomach pains, and her smile all but vanishes. Rose only seems herself for about half the day, after which her symptoms began to set in. Your conscious begins to trouble you again during this period, and you wonder if you should stop now and just forget 21 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology this. However, through reminding yourself of the ultimate outcome of all of this and by making yourself responsible for helping Rose deal with her symptoms, you persevere. After a month, Roses symptoms become more severe. She now shakes constantly, her hand so jittery that she can no longer even write. She suffers serious migraines frequently, and alchemized medicines no longer seem to be helping. She ascends from persistent irritability to constant seething rage. She seems constantly lethargic, no longer sewing or spending time with her friends. The only activity she still seems at all interested in is searching for him every time the meteor traverses through a bubble, much to your chagrin. The others begin to suspect she has caught some sort of serious illness, but none are knowledgeable enough to try to help. When a month and a half has passed, Rose is bedridden almost constantly. Her entire body pains her torturously, arms too weak to even lift her favorite tomes. You bring her tea each morning, forcing more jizz into her system. It is at this time that you decide it is time to initiate the final part of your plan. After making sure everyone else will be preoccupied with something on the other side of the meteor for a few hours, you enter Roses bedroom in the nude at around midnight. A small, dim bedside lamp provides the only source of light in the room, besides your own glow that is. The blonde is asleep, hair rustled messily and noticeably paler than usual. You look down at the multiple tools you are cradling in your arms. Three pairs of hand cuffs and a gag: all essential to your plan. You silently creep over to Roses bed. You carefully remove Roses comforter, exposing the light blue, oversized button-down shirt (one she had knitted for him, to your utter dismay) and small pink panties she is wearing. After placing your tools at the foot of the bed, you slowly flip Rose onto her stomach with the utmost care. You wince as she stirs a bit, but the human girl slips back into her exhausted slumber with only a murmur. You breathe a silent sigh of relief and retrieve the cuffs and gag. You next tenderly lock one end of the first handcuff around Roses left ankle, and fasten the other end of it around the tall bottom left bedpost. You do the same with her right ankle, latching it to the bottom right post, spreading her legs. The final pair of handcuffs you use to fasten Roses hands together behind her back. Rose shifts a bit in her sleep, but does not wake. The blonde is now completely restrained. You climb onto the bed and crawl up to the headboard, in front of Roses head. You look down at your last remaining tool: the gag. It is an O-ring gag, one which forces the subjects mouth open to allow the passage of phallic objects with no fear of being bitten. You had to carefully customize this gag for yourself during alchemization, due to your cocks unnaturally thick girth. 22 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology You carefully lift Roses head from its face-down position to face you. In one quick movement, you pry her jaw wide open with one hand and shove the gag in with the other. It pushes her jaw to its limits, but the gag fits into her mouth successfully. Roses eyes flutter open, and you quickly tie the gags strings behind her head, locking it in place. Finishing your work, you sit back. Rose slowly blinks her way into consciousness. She first looks up at you groggily with a confused glance, and then turns her head to look backwards when she discovers she cannot move her arms or legs. She turns back to you with her brow knitted in confusion, and she tries to speak, only for meaningless noise to come from her throat. She looks down in surprise, noticing the gag for the first time. Rose, you whisper, and Rose quickly looks back up to you, now fully awake, I am aware of what has been ailing you for the past while. I know why you are ill. And I know how to free you from this malady. After I accomplish this, we will be together as matesprits. The confused expression on Roses face turns to one of anxiety. She tries to say something, only for the gag to make it sound like wordless nonsense yet again. She groans in frustration before looking up at you and shaking her head slowly from side to side. I am sorry, Rose, you murmur, looking away, I promise this will all turn out all right. You reach down and begin to finger yourself, staring over Roses head to her panty-clad ass. She gives a noise of exasperation and begins to shake back and forth, trying to somehow break free of her restraints. She lifts her legs as high as she can, but the bedposts are several feet tall, almost reaching the roof. Rose would never be able to just slide them off the top. Ah cah rayk ee kuhs! she roars vehemently through the gag. You cant break those cuffs, you inform her quietly. She then bellows gutturally as she attempts to break the cuffs locking her arms together through sheer force. When that fails, she trashes her legs wildly, trying to free her ankles from their steel traps. Meanwhile, you continue to stare at Roses butt, as her struggling makes it shake, jiggle, and bounce around. After another minute or so of useless flailing, Rose finally collapses, panting heavily, drool starting to trail out of her mouth due to the gag. You get off the bed and walk behind Rose, crawling back onto the bed between her spread legs. Placing one hand on each of her ankles, you run your slender fingers from Roses ankles, slowly, up the length of the leg, until each hand finds their home on one of Roses supple cheeks, groping them tenderly. Rose whines in displeasure. You grip the meaty orbs firmly, relishing the feeling. You first move them away 23 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology from each other, spreading the cheeks and causing the tight pink panties to bunch up in the crack. Her smooth, pale cheeks are now fully visible. You feel your heart leap. You continue to play with the cheeks, pushing them together and massaging them for some time. Rose makes a few jerky movements of protest, but mostly remains quiet during gluteal assault. You end by giving each cheek a kiss, causing Rose to jump each time, and marking her hindquarters with two faint marks of your black lipstick. That had done it for you. You are beyond sufficiently aroused. Your bulge had been pulsing up out of its hiding place during the entire ass massage, and is now at full mast. You rest the meaty spam porpoise between Roses cheeks with a dull slap, and Rose makes a strangled noise of confusion. Pushing the two jiggly cheeks together, you begin thrusting your hot dick in between them, hotdogging Roses supple ass. Rose makes more noises of disbelief, attempting to look over her shoulder, but is unable to get a good look on what exactly the hell you are doing to her. After an approximate minute of hotdogging, you stop and reluctantly let the pliant cheeks go. You wrap one finger around each band of Roses panties. She gasps and then spreads her legs as far as she can in defiance, causing the panties to be unable to descend past the top of her ass. You frown for a moment before simply tearing the panties off, destroying them. I really did not desire to do that, Rose, you say, with a hint of disappointment in your voice, Those undergarments were very stylish and alluring. I am sorry. Rose begins to make various angry noises, but you are far too preoccupied by what is in front of you to try to determine what Rose is trying to say. The completely naked butt of Rose Lalonde lies before you; a small pink slit positioned directly below and between the cheeks, the anus is hidden from your ogling by the pale mounds. You scoot up on the bed, positioning your member with one hand. Rose freezes up completely when she feels the warm tip rest against her opening. She cries out desperately, shaking her head wildly and thrashing her whole body in protest. You place one hand on the small of her back and stroke her reassuringly. Shhhh, you whisper, its okay, its okay. Rose lets out a few strangled sobs, tears streaming from her eyes. You grip her hips with and hand on each side and push your hips forward. And nothing happens. Your massively girthy member simply prods Rose, unable to penetrate the tight slit. You reposition yourself and try again, to no avail. For a moment, Rose feels a wave of cautious relief wash over her, realizing she may escape this unviolated. 24 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology That hope is dashed when you pull up on Roses hips, dragging her front half backwards and putting Roses ass up in the air. Getting on your knees behind the blonde, you position your dick yet again at the slit, and push your hips forward hard. At first, it appears you will be denied entry once more, but with an extra bit of oomph, your cock finally pierces the narrow opening. When the thick head penetrates the initial resistance, the pussy gives way entirely, and in less than a second your dick fills her cunt completely, plowing past her hymen and slamming against her cervix. Every atom in Roses body freezes. Oops, you whisper, I did not mean to go that fast. After a silent moment, a deafening scream erupts out of Roses throat, followed by hoarse, indistinguishable gibberish. You feel awful. You honestly did not mean for that to happen. You wanted Rose to find this pleasurable, even if she didnt have a choice in its occurrence. You pull back slightly, removing an inch of your incandescent, pulsing virility from Roses distended pussy, and you see a smear of ruby blood covering it. You shrug and guess it is a part of human reproduction. Trolls have no concept of hymens. After pulling out several more inches, you slowly slide the dick back in. Rose had calmed somewhat, and now would just release the occasional sob. You slide about four inches out, and then slowly reinsert your ten-inch cock to a little over half its length, as deep as her pussy can take it. You begin to do this in a steady rhythm, increasing the speed of your thrusts little by little. Your thighs make a small clap as they slap together with each hump. Rose continues to make defeated sputters every thrust. You have noticed that, after your dick is in about six inches or so, it feels like you are pushing against a wall. This unfortunately impedes your ability to thrust, but you quickly realize that the crown of your cock is brushing against some sort of tight ring of muscle on every other thrust. The next time you feel your dick press up against it, you slow down, carefully positioning the head of your cock to align with the ring. You begin to push forward, and, although there is great resistance from the ring of muscle, it begins to widen to allow you cock entry. The withdrawal has weakened all of Roses muscles, including this one. Rose shrieks horribly, kicks her legs wildly, and tries to move her hips away, but you are persistent. With a quick, forceful hump, your cocks head completely penetrates the ring. It constricts around your cock deliciously. It feels absolutely amazing. Rose wails again, but you are much too enthralled with pushing your dick into this new territory to realize. You successfully manage to fit the remaining length of your cock into what, unbeknownst to you, is Roses womb, before bottoming out and finally driving your dick in to the hilt. You are now completely submerged in her hot cunt. 25 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology You decide only to pull out three inches or so during your thrusts from now on, to make sure you remain inside this exquisitely tight ring. You continue to fuck Rose, increasing in the intensity and speed of your thrusts as time goes on, your cockhead never leaving its home in her womb. Your thighs slap against hers vulgarly. Her pussy seems to be getting a little wetter as you start pumping more fiercely, but that may just be the blood dripping from it. After a solid ten minutes of fucking Rose Lalonde as hard as you can, you feel an orgasm approaching. You flop back, sliding all ten inches of your meat out of her with a loud shlick, and sit back on your elbows and ass, gasping for breath. Roses pussy is gaping wide, blood and clear fluid running down her thighs. Rose is whimpering and heaving like she just ran ten miles, but you think shes okay. After giving yourself a minute to rest and catch your breath, you decide its time to move on. Getting back on your knees, you scoot forward again, placing a hand on each of the cheeks of Roses still-raised ass. You pull the sweat-slicked globes apart, revealing Roses tiny asshole. It appears to be much smaller than her pussy and far too small for something like your viridian spire, but you decide that true love always finds a way. You attempt to wriggle one of your fingers into the tiny hole, but it is just too tight. Rose squeals and yanks her hips forward, but you simply pull them back into place and continue your attempts at probing. After a couple of minutes of persistent poking, you finally manage to slip an inch of your index finger inside, and Rose lets out a low groan. You begin pumping that finger in and out, deeper and deeper each time, until it is fully buried in her ass. That will have to be good enough, you decide, removing your finger. Pulling her hips to yours, you position the throbbing, green crown of your dick in front of her anus. Rose merely sobs, defeated. You lick your lips and push your hips forward. At first her ass resists, but this time you know what to expect, and you are committed. The blood from her broken hymen and the vaginal fluids that still coat your dick act as excellent lubricants. The ass continues to defy you, but you simply continue to push harder and harder. Its kind of starting to hurt, but you continue regardless, and suddenly you notice your cock head has entered the asshole a few centimeters. Rose begins shrieking louder than you thought imaginable. Unlike her pussy, her ass does not seem to be giving way. You force your dick in, inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter, all while Rose flails wildly. This hole is completely different from her pussy. Its not as fantastically wet, but its even more tight and hot and is intriguingly sticky, squeezing your dick relentlessly and seeming to want to never let go. Your cock throbs happily, stretching her asshole even further. After a few minutes of easing yourself in, you finally feel your pelvis connect with her soft buttocks. You are completely engulfed in Roses ass. 26 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology Rose continues to flip out, but you are having your own problems. As you attempt to pull back, the asshole holds firm around your dick. You dont know how youre supposed to fuck this hot butt if you cant even hump. Sighing, you begin to pump back and forth to the best of your abilities, removing and inch or so before sliding it back it. Rose finally seems to have quit screaming bloody murder and switched to hyperventilate mode. As you continue your anal assault, the ass appears to be slightly loosening, and that, combined with the additional lubrication provided by your pre-cum, allows the fucking to proceed more smoothly. In fifteen minutes or so, youre assfucking Rose Lalonde almost as quickly as you were fucking her pussy, and just as hard. You repeatedly pull your cock out completely and then slam it in to the hilt, causing Rose to yelp in pain every time. Theres a familiar tingling in your loins, and you slide your cock out of her distended hole, making a cute popping noise. You lie back again, to assess what youve accomplished. Roses pussy appears to have reverted more or less back to its normal state, but her ass is positively gaping. Rose herself is panting quite hard, occasionally mumbling ragged, incoherent gobbledygook, and twitching every now and then. She seems to be pretty worn out, and youre honestly getting a little tired too. Its time for the grand finale, you decide. You step off the bed on wobbly legs and walk back around to the headboard. As you climb on the bed in front of Lalonde, she weakly turns her head up to look at you. You can see in her eyes that shes wondering if the ordeal is finally finished. Its almost over Rose, I promise, you say, crawling over to kneel in front of her face, after this, I will release you from your bonds, and if you wish to inform everyone of what I have done or even kill me yourself, I will not attempt to stop you. You suddenly remember the famous line that Edwird Kullin spoke when he had just finished ravishing Izbela Sworne and was about to dramatically reveal that she had been addicted to his sperm for weeks. But I think you will cum to seed it my way soon enough, my sweet, you declare, in the most suave voice you possess. She stares at you bewilderedly, before slowly nodding. You smile. Good. Now raise your head, Rose. With your help, Rose lifts her head, balancing awkwardly on her knees. You get on your knees once more and move forward, placing your pulsating member at the entrance of the gag. Rose stares at it with wide eyes. Despite being fucked silly by it, this is the first time shes ever seen the thing up close. Her visage is a cross between horrified and morbidly curious. You place one hand under her chin and one on the back of her head and line 27 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology her face up with your cock. She looks up at you fearfully. You slowly ease your shaft into the ring, only pushing into her mouth an inch or two before you stop. Her tongue twitches, and you realize that even if she wanted to use it to pleasure you, she could not. Her tongue is completely pinned under the weight and girth of your cock. You press forward; watching four inches of your pole disappear into her face. Her face contorts as you feel her gag around your dick. You stop and wait for it to pass before pushing another inch in. Tears stream down her face and her eyes screw shut. You ease in another three inches, hearing her gurgle as you enter her esophagus. You see her eyes bulge and feel a strong pressure rise against your dick. You hold fast, and the pressure slowly sinks back down her throat. You realize she just vomited, but your dicks thickness obstructed her throat so completely that the vomit had nowhere to go but back down. Rose is now shaking all over, eyes wide and tears flowing freeing. You push the final few inches in, feeling her nose press against your pelvis. You throw your head back for a moment, bucking your hips a bit and enjoying the tight squeeze, the constant swallowing movement and the strange texture of her throat. As you look back down at her lovingly, you realize her eyes have rolled into the back of her head and her face is beginning to turn purple. Oh yeah. That whole air thing. You quickly pull your hips back, removing your entire dick. A massive gasp explodes from Rose as soon as your cock is free of her airway. Her eyes roll back down and the color of her complexion slowly fades back to normal. A long, thick trail of saliva and mucus trails from the crest of your cock to her mouth. She regains her senses, taking a moment to gather her bearings before shooting you a nasty look. Sorry you whisper. It doesnt look like she buys it. Re-steadying Roses head, you push your dick back into the depths of her wonderful throat, driving your dick to its hilt in one thrust. Rose is shocked and you feel her wretch around your pole, but you quickly pull out the majority of your dick and then shove it back in again. She attempts to pull her head back, away from you, but you simply wrap your arms around her head and hump even harder. You thrust faster and faster, completely filling her throat before giving her a tiny window to snort in desperate breaths. You are now throatfucking Rose Lalonde, and hard. Roses eyes bug out of her skull as you pick up the pace and fierceness of your fucking. You continually pull out until only the thick head of your cock rests on her tongue, and then shove the entire thing down her windpipe again with a loud squelch. You realize that, with the depths you plunge, you must be fucking her chest cavity. Every once in a while, you shove your cock down to its hilt and just stop, sometimes lightly humping, enjoying the incomparable feeling of your penis being 28 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology complete engulfed in her amazing throat. She tries to wrench her head free when you do this, but you are easily able to firmly hold it still. You cannot help but bask in this feeling for minutes at a time, watching Roses face contort and change colors, tears exploding down her cheeks, eyes slowly sliding up into her head, choking into unconsciousness on your dick. When her body goes slack, you spend a few more short moments in bliss before slowly removing the dick from her throat, making sure to keep the tip in her mouth. You watch as she inhales deeply through her nose for several seconds, eyes returning to their original positions. As soon as she regains consciousness, you resume the intense facefucking session. Her throat is absolutely astounding. It squeezes your dick every time she tries to swallow, and her gurgles and quick inhales through her nose are adorable. It trumps Roses other holes by miles. Her face alternates between wincing and wideeyed gagging as you fuck her face for all your worth. You feel a great pressure building up at the base of your dick, and you are prepared to take the final step. You thrust as hard and as fast as you can for another twenty seconds before shoving your cock as deeper than ever before, slamming her face into your crotch. Your cock swells, stretching her throat past its limits. You yell in ecstasy as you feel the sweet relief youve been avoiding all night. Jet after jet of cum explodes from your cock, deep in her throat, directly into her stomach. You cum more than you ever have before, releasing what must be an entire gallon of jizz into her core, watching her tiny stomach distend from the cum being dumped into it. Roses eyes bulge out of her head, but as the cum fills her stomach, her eyebrows unknit from their pained position into a surprised one. You watch as her beautiful violet eyes glaze over and lose focus, pupils dilating. Her body stops twitching all over and then stills completely. After one last massive spurt of spunk, you finally fall back on your ass, all ten inches of your dick sliding out noisily. Rose takes another massive inhale of air, but remains unmoved, still balanced awkwardly on her knees, drool pouring freely from mouth. After a moment, you silently ease off the bed and retrieve the key to the cuffs, releasing Roses arms and legs. You then remove the gag. Youre amazed by the sheer amount of slime and spit that trails off with it. Rose falls over on her side, still out of it. Rose? you tenderly ask, breaking the silence. Her eyes drunkenly slide toward you. Why do I feel like? Rose whispers in a broken voice, slurring and horribly hoarse from the screaming and throatfucking. You sit on the bed with her, placing one hand on her arm. It is my genetic material, Rose, you say, You need it to live now. 29 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology Shes silent for a moment. She coughs. More silence. Now we are going to become, or I guess should become, um, you mumble, looking for words, become um, you know matesprits? I will provide you with large amounts of my genetic material frequently, in the same manner that I have tonight. A moment passes before Rose struggles to sit up and then looks you in the eye. In her expression, you see serenity, calmness, and peace. She places a hand on yours. okay, she says, hollowly. Okay? you ask, You mean you want to... that you will be my Okay, Rose repeats, without a hint of emotion in her voice. She no longer cares about what you had done to her. She no longer cares about her dignity. She no longer even cares about him. All that matters to her now is this all-consuming feeling; this orgasmic reprieve from the weeks of torture she has suffered. She is utterly broken, a slave to your drug. Her body and mind are yours and yours alone, forever. You let out a soft cry of happiness and wrap your arms around Rose, embracing her. After a moment, she slowly returns the embrace, resting her head on your shoulder. There has never been a more happy moment in your life. The girl of your dreams is yours. Youre so overjoyed, you dont even notice the single tear roll across your shoulder and down your back, the last piece of a girls sanity seeping into a filthy blanket. Chapter Nine It was midday as Mindfang relaxed within her recuperacoon, idly gazing out through her cabin window. She watched the large white clouds above as they sluggishly drifted through a clear blue sky. She watched the torpid waves lap up against her ship, one of the few fine vessels which had been with her through numerous daring escapades, acquired so many years ago. She watched as her crew, composed primarily of lowblooded slaves and a few paid mercenaries busily worked through the deck down below, cleaning the ship and moving supplies. Most of the crewmembers had been acquired through her many ship-raids and plundering. The majority were rust bloods; hard-working, simple, loyal and most problematically, very short-lived in comparison to their captain. 30 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology The few brown and yellow bloods in their ranks tended to last a little longer... When they weren't getting into violent altercations or accidentally throwing themselves off deck. There were roughly around twenty or so on board, though she'd never cared enough to keep head count. Why even bother with remembering any of the faces of those worthless lowbloods, none of which had interested her in the slightest? Well, save for one; a very special one, whom Mindfang eyed for carefully amongst the droves of the slave crew. Much to her chagrin, she could not spot hide or hair of her. It wasn't that she was easy to miss; oh no, quite the contrary. This Slave was in fact the single tallest person on board, taller than even the Marquise herself. Her great height was almost as unusual as her blood color; a fine, brilliant jade hue, a rare color that only belonged to those who cared after the great MotherGrub. This Slave had once been one of Dualscar's, suggesting that she had offended the Highbloods enough to be forced into their service. She had since been taken from him as part of Mindfang's attempts to strengthen their black bonds. She was now her property and mostly did basic work around the ship, such as cleaning, though also occasionally fulfilled her more Sexual desires. Mindfang tapped her fingers by her windowsill, wondering where she had gone. She'd recalled last seeing her working on the deck, but this was hours ago. It had been such a dull day. None of the slaves had even died accidentally and there was nothing of interest out in sight for what seemed like endless miles. No enemy ships, no air beasts to shoot down. Not even one innocent vessel to plunder mercilessly. There was nothing going on today and she was bored. She despised being bored. After several minutes of idleness, Mindfang abruptly got up. She didn't even bother to dry herself as she hurriedly clothed her naked body with a simple robe. Since her mind was already set on that particular Slave, an idea had sprung up. Quickly pacing herself towards one of her many chests, Mindfang smiled sinisterly as she took out the sex toy; a thick, wooden strap-on dildo, deep cerulean blue in color, and customized with a metallic symbol of her caste sign at the very tip. It measured at around eight inches in length, which was more than adequate enough for her purposes.

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The HSG Cockanaya Anthology Though she'd planned originally on first using this for her next caliginous meeting with Dualscar, she eventually decided to reserve it for the Slave, after that night of pleasant -albeit mind controlled- intercourse. While it had never gone into actual insertion, she fondly recalled that it had been a very pleasant experience. Better than any she'd had with Dualscar, come to think of it. Strapping it on, she then covered it up with her robe and exited the cabin. As she climbed the steps, Mindfang saw several of the crewmates looking up at her dully, before quickly going back to their work. The Marquise approached one of the rustbloods, who was lazily staring down at the lapping waters below. She asked if he'd sighted the very tall female Slave recently. He shook his head and she sighed, proceeding then to smack him backside over the head. There was the lower deck. It was worth a look, as it was where most of the crewmates spent their time. Meaning it was amongst the more disheveled areas of the ship. She walked over towards the stairs leading down into the lower levels, bumping past one of the clumsier yellow-bloods. She spat at him, warning him to be more careful, else his food rations would be cut off. As he bumbled off, Mindfang regained her composure and walked down the steps. The first thing she noticed was that the lower deck was empty. It looked as if most everyone that normally worked down here was up or simply lazing about in their dorms. Looking around, she noted that the bottles and various other pieces of trash that usually littered the floor had been picked up and neatly arraigned. Several of the lanterns and torches had also been relighted; the wooden walls and floorboards had been waxed and cleaned very recently. Someone was obviously still working down here. Judging from the general level of orderliness, she had an idea of who that was. Looking around, Mindfang could see that the brooms had been neatly organized, by size, near one of the small cupboards. Opening it up, she then saw that everything inside had also been neatly arranged. This was definitely her handiwork. She sat down by one of the desks, lightly brushing her messy hair as she perked her ears up for the sound of anyone working. After a few minutes of careful listening, Mindfang could make out very faint footfalls coming from the right hallway. She opened up her robe and stared down at the strap-on, smiling hungrily. Mindfang walked towards the right, carefully making sure so as not to be 32 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology heard. She intended to surprise the Slave. At the sound of the footsteps growing louder, Mindfang backed up against the wall. She then heard a door by one of the hallways open, before being gently closed shut. Now was her chance. She crept her way down towards the source of the sounds, soon standing outside a door to one of the ship's numerous store-rooms. She opened the door, slinking inside and then quietly and very quietly closing it behind her. That was when she saw her, the Slave at long last. She was knelt down; too busy scrubbing to notice Mindfang as she'd crept into the room. She stood still, taking in the sight of the Slave's long, elegant legs and well-toned calves, eyes glancing up at her shapely hips and back. Looking down, she gazed at the Slave's big, supple feet and graceful toes, right below her attractively thick buttocks. Biting her lip, she fondled the dildo under her robe with anticipation, before continuing to quietly watch her work. The Slave had nothing on but a ragged grey dress, along with the shackles on her ankles and wrists. Mindfang didn't require such primitive tools to keep her stock in check, due to her manipulation abilities. Those were remnants of her days under Dualscar. Perhaps in time, when they eventually grew closer, she'd think about disposing those shackles. Although the idea of someone of such a rare color reduced to working as a servant in humiliating irons was something she just found so very arousing. To think that someone of that caste had been reduced to this state, and furthermore, that she now belonged to her! It was exhilarating. She observed the pretty shapes the Slave's horns made, gazing up at their sharp tips down to how the way jutted out of her short, messy hair, bemused at how similar one was to one of her own. The Slave was still clueless to the fact that her Mistress stood right behind her, and continued to diligently clean the walls. Mindfang favored this Slave not just for her appearance, but also for how cordial and neatly she worked. Never once did she slack on the job, or dare back-mouth her In fact, she'd never spoken at all. Was this induced through a great trauma, perhaps related to how she had become a Slave? Was she simply uncomfortable here, or was she a mute? Mindfang could have easily pried it out via her powers, but had decided against it. If this was to be her lover, she was going to build up their relationship without 33 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology the use of any manipul8tion Even if it were to be through various other acts of sexual domination, it would be fairer. Mindfang continued watching her work, taking in more of the Slave's excellent body in detail; the sight of that lovely back and her thick hips, along with staring at those long, long legs, curled up in that adorable manner. She could already feel herself getting moist. Glancing down to the soles of the Slave's filthy feet and promptly imagining how they'd feel as she stroked (and maybe licked) them was not helping. Mindfang wasn't content with just watching, and eventually called out to the Slave; "Ooooooooh slaaaaaaaave" At the sound of her voice, the Slave stopped working. "You've been working so very hard today, haven't you?" She simply looked down at the ground, not turning to greet the Marquise. "Well, I've just been soooooooo very boooooooored today" Mindfang sighed as she walked towards her, stroking one of her horns and causing the Slave to perk up. "And as you know, I quite dislike being bored..." The Slave slowly turned around, looking up at her Mistress with solemn eyes. Something had happened so long ago to break this woman inside. She was a shell of who she once was; a quality perfect for the Marquise. Mindfang adored those eyes; she loved the odd color of her sclera, more yellow than orange. But most of all, she loved those vivid jade irises, a deep reflection of her breathtaking blood hue. "You must be rather bored yourself. I simply can't imagine scrubbing and cleaning wood all day to be very stimulating, now can it?" The Slave looked down at the floor again, silent as ever. "So I've thought of something rather fun that we could both do together today. I believe you'll enjoy it." As she finished her sentence, the Marquise immediately discarded the robe, smiling as she exposing the strap-on and her naked body. The Slave's eyes widened, gazing at the cerulean dildo as she blushed and shook nervously. Mindfang's smile turned into a wide, wicked grin. "Now it's your turn. Please, take off those filthy rags." She hesitated for a few seconds, her eyes still fixated on the cerulean dildo her Mistress was wearing. She soon complied, getting up, her horns just a few inches away from poking the ceiling of the store-room. She tugged at the rags she wore, pulling them off and exposing her body to the Marquise. Mindfang licked her lips, taking in every detail of her Servant's body; that 34 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology curvaceous frame, those wholesomely large breasts (considerably grander than Mindfang's own), that graceful arching back and well-toned stomach, descending down to her stunningly long legs. Oh, and who could forget the grandest part? Mindfang's smile widened into a toothy grin as she eyed her striking genitals; an impressively long penis, six inches flaccid, with ample hairless testicles hung neatly below. It wasn't too uncommon for female Trolls to have a bulge, though Mindfang herself had a vagina, at times feeling jealous at how impressively large and thick her Slave's genitals were. The Slave stood completely still, eyes watching Mindfang as she paced herself around her with one hand on her chin. She then watched as Mindfang removed the strap-on, dropping it down to the floor. She quietly sighed with relief, but then realized that Mindfang had done so, only so that she would more comfortably be able to move in behind her. The Slave jumped as she immediately felt a hand grasping her bottom, hearing Mindfang hum from behind. The Marquise leaned ever closer, hand firmly grasped on one cheek. Her lips were inches away from her partner's neck as she then breathed onto her, her warm breath tingling the Slave's skin. Mindfang carefully extended her tongue, licking her flesh and sampling the pleasurable taste. Hearing the Slave groan with pleasure, she moved the hand further down, reaching for and then cupping those large testicles, fondling them carefully. The Slave's legs began to shake. As she heard the groans further increase, Mindfang then took a finger and softly massaged the prostate region. This caused the Slave to gasp loudly, involuntarily thrusting into the air. Mindfang could see that her Servant's cheeks were completely flushed green, eyes rolled in arousal as she panted heavily. She then ran the same finger up the shaft of the Slave's sensitive foreskin, circling the hood and tickling the underbelly. The penis began to stiffen as Mindfang continued groping her. The Slave blushed uncontrollably, her moans growing louder as her Mistress continued to fondle her genitals. Mindfang then raised her hands up towards the Slave's stomach, working her way up until she started groping her fine rack with both of her hands, squeezing her breasts as she then pinched and rubbed her green nipples, causing the Slave to yelp out. After several minutes of playing with her Slave's body, Mindfang eventually stepped away. She took a few steps back and watched as the shaking and panting Slave relaxed herself against the walls, her penis almost halfway erect. Mindfang 35 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology stared down to the Slave's feet, then down to hers, as another idea quickly sprang up; "Slave, on your knees. Now..." Still shaking, the Slave knelt down on to the ground. Her tall size made her eyelevel with her Mistress's torso, who then now seated herself on the floor nearby the Slave, and stretched her legs out. She proceeded to raise one foot so that it was now at the Slave's face leering as she seductively wiggled her thin toes and watching with sick pleasure as the Slave blushed, desperately trying to hide her involuntarily erection from her Mistress. "Lick it." The Slave's eyes widened, watching Mindfang's leer turn into a full hungry grin. She sat in silence, quietly observing as Mindfang waved her foot in front of her face, wiggling and stretching her toes. She impatiently tapped her fingers and broke the awkward silence with an impatient remark, "Well, what are you waiting for?!" At her command, the Slave carefully grasped her foot with one hand, opening her mouth to reveal the rows of sharp teeth inside. Though Mindfang knew that the Slave would be gentle, she enjoyed the risk in being accidentally bitten. The Slave moved the foot towards her mouth and wrapped her tongue around the big toe. Mindfang sighed with pleasure, enjoying the tickling sensations as the Slave continued sucking and licking, careful so as not to poke her Mistress's skin on the rows of her teeth. She proceeded then to take several more toes into her mouth, covering them with her luscious, juicy lips. Mindfang gasped out, feeling her tongue and lips brush and suckle the skin of Mindfang's toes. She could feel the Slave work her way around, suckling the bottom of her toes and stroking the arches of her foot. Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, Mindfang blushed and moaned furiously. Driven by the heat of the moment, she then inserted her fingers into her wet vaginal slit and started to masturbate. This continued for around five minutes, the Mistress pleasuring herself as her Slave continued to suck and lick, herself growing aroused by the taste. Finally, Mindfang took her hand out, proceeding then also to pull her foot out of her partner's mouth. She stretched her wet toes, eyeing the amount of sticky saliva on them and leaned over to sniff it, taking in the smell of slave's spit on her foot. Oh, she deserved a reward for the excellent work. Mindfang crawled over towards her partner, who was backed up against the 36 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology wall, still panting. She felt up her partner's right leg, moving her hands around the thighs as she caressed her calves, eventually going down to her foot. The Slave's heart raced once more, cheeks flushed green. "I do believe you deserve this for your fine work, dearest," Mindfang cooed as she grasped the Slave's foot, running her index finger down from her arches to the heel and feeling the skin of her foot. Her sole felt coarse and rough, most similar in texture to leather, though not necessarily as thick. It seemed as if she'd barefooted for quite some time; perhaps from before she'd been sold into slavery? It was also covered with a layer of thick dirt, accumulated from working around at the more grimy areas of the ship. They needed serious cleaning! Fortunately, Mindfang knew just exactly what to do. Through this, the Slave had an expression of simultaneous arousal and fear. Same as she had been during their entire foreplay session. Her long toes curled and spread with arousal as she felt her foot massaged, moaning and gasping as Mindfang went on. She tried yet again to stifle her emerging erection, though it was a futile endeavor. Her Mistress was no fool. The Slave's eyes widened as she saw Mindfang open her mouth, gasping out as she felt her tongue begin to lick her sole. Mindfang then spat out immediately; as expected, the taste of dust and filth was strong. This was not going to deter her, however. She thusly continued to work her tongue up the arches of her partner's foot, occasionally spitting and spreading her tongue over the excess saliva, using it to clean the dirt off the Slave's sole. Fighting back the vile taste of grime, Mindfang continued to work her tongue, licking off as much dirt as she could and finally got underneath the layer of filth wherein she could taste the sweet, coarse, yet delicious skin. Mindfang moaned, continuing to suckle on her foot, before then averting her gaze upwards, smiling as she noticed at how fully flushed the Slave's face was. She was also panting and sweating intensely, her throbbing penis growing long and stiff, eyes rolled over and her drooling tongue lopped out of her mouth. Immediately, Mindfang pulled away and got up, leaving the Slave to continue to breathe heavily as she moved to where she had previously discarded the sex-toy, strapping it back on. The Slave's eyes carefully watched her Mistress as she approached; now close enough so that was able to wave the strap-on inches from her face. Mindfang grinned wickedly, petting the dildo. The look in her cerulean eyes began to worry the Slave. "Oh dear, how very stupid of me It appears that I'd forgotten to bring some lubrication! My, whatever shall I do?" 37 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology "Hmmmmmmmm I know!" "You are going to provide the lubrication!" The Slave gulped once more, shaking. After a minute of still silence, she mustered the courage to crawl towards Mindfang, getting down on all fours and positioning her mouth close enough to the sex-toy. Her lips were now inches away from the emblem on the tip of the dildo. Breathing in, she proceeded to open her mouth, wrapping her succulent lips and tongue around the head of the sex-toy, trying to carefully avoid cutting herself on the sharp tips of the metal symbol. Mindfang watched with glee as she proceeded to suck and lick yet again, spreading her spit all over the dildo. At times, Mindfang lamented that she had a vagina; the sensations she'd felt when having her foot sucked off felt amazing! She could just only imagine how good it would have been on her penis, had she had one. Sure, she could have asked for cunnilingus, but she just didn't feel like it. She never liked the sensation very much. Her train of thought was abruptly broken when the Slave started yelping and pulling away prematurely; she was covering her hands with her mouth. Looking down at the toy, Mindfang could see blood on the metallic emblem. The idiot Slave had got he mouth cut on it, stopping when only half of the dildo had been spit lubricated. Enraged, Mindfang smacked her across the face, causing her to recoil back. "Did I tell you that you could stop, girl?! Get back to work, immediately!" The Slave shook, covering the side of her face that had been slapped and soon knelt down yet again, ready to continue working. Mindfang immediately gripped the hand, causing the Slave to jump back as she pulled it away; there Mindfang could see that clear jade tears streamed down her cheek. She wondered How would it taste? She leaned in over the Slave, watching her gasp out loudly as Mindfang licked the cheek, taking in the taste of her tears directly. It It was amazing The taste was utterly unlike anything Mindfang had ever had before. She could feel her heart pounding, her senses going on overdrive; she needed more, more! Frenzied, Mindfang smacked the Slave down yet again, causing her to fall over. Mindfang continued licking her face, the Slave weakly accepting what was happening, knowing that there was no point in fighting, lest she risk enraging her Mistress any further. Mindfang was all over her face like a starving beast, sucking and licking up the tears on her skin, even going as far as to lick the corners of her eyes. The taste 38 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology of her Slave's tears was driving her into further extreme arousal, her nipples fully erected while her vagina became further moist. She forced the Slave to then turn over, screaming at her to bend immediately; it was time. She spat and used her own spit as last-minute lubricant, her partner meekly raising her bottom. The Slave spread her grand cheeks to reveal her tight hairless anus. The Slave took a deep breath, her heart pounding intensely, biting down her lip. She heard Mindfang fall onto her knees, moving in closer to her partner's backside. Fidgeting, Mindfang finally got herself into position, the Slave yelling out at the first thrust as Mindfang began to force the dildo inside. With each prod, the Slave bit her lip harder and harder, eventually biting enough to draw blood. As she stifled back a cry, Mindfang pushed it even deeper. Tears were streaming down her face when the Slave suddenly felt her Mistress, a temporary relief from the stinging pain. Looking back, she saw her stretch herself over, extending her arms and reaching to wipe off the tears and lick them up. She heard her moan loudly and soon felt her start pegging again, this time even faster and more intense. Mindfang looked down, examining the state of the Slave's erection and grit her teeth as she saw how limp and flaccid it was. Was she not doing it hard enough? She clearly knew the Slave was in pain how erotic! - Yet surely she should have been aroused by this too, even if it were involuntarily? Mindfang thrust faster and faster, trying her best to get in as deep as she could, all as the Slave continued crying out. The pain was excruciating. This went on for what felt like an eternity; with each agonizing thrust, the Slave could feel the dildo's tip lacerate and cut through the sensitive lining of her rectal wall. The lubrication was obviously inadequate, yet it was clear Mindfang had known that all along. Mindfang continued thrusting, forcing the Slave to take up as many inches of the dildo as she physically could. Eventually, after almost an hour of merciless pounding, Mindfang slowed down and finally stopped. The Slave shook and panted, her body wracked with severe pain. Mindfang slowly pulled it out, grinning as she noticed the jade streaks all over the dildo. She then took it off, standing up to retrieve her robe before throwing it on. She then walked over to the Slave, who was clutching a wall for support, breathing heavily. Mindfang knelt over, softly rubbing her face and licking away some tears. "After you've.. Recovered, I expect to see this cleaned and within my room. " 39 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology "We had a lot of fun today, didn't we?" The Slave nodded nimbly. Kneeling in closer, she whispered into her ear, "I can't wait for our next session." Mindfang then smiled again, giving the Slave a kiss on the cheek before finally departing the store-room, leaving behind a bleeding, sobbing wreck. Chapter Nine, Part Two The Marquise was roused from her slumbering by a loud, urgent pounding at the door. She grumbled, angrily wondering what demanded her immediate attention at this hour. She got up, dressed in nothing but a plain white nightgown, and then stomped towards the door. There, Mindfang was greeted by one of the rustblood crewmates. Through the dim light of the lantern he held, she saw a grim expression painted over his face. Mindfang barked at him, asking how he dared to wake her up this late, as he went on to nervously exclaim that there had been a death, and that she needed to get down right away. She dismissed him, stating that it could wait until the morning and that the rest of the crew should handle it. It was late and she was exhausted; another of the idiot crew dying wasn't a matter that demanded her being woken from a pleasant sleep. As she got ready to close the door on his face, Mindfang suddenly saw him grab at her arm, as he nervously went on to explain who exactly had died. It was the jade-blood. For a full minute, Mindfang fell silent, her eyes widening. The lowblood also went quiet, disturbed at how uncharacteristic the captain was behaving, though he knew that she was not going to take this well. Mindfang then abruptly pushed him aside, hard enough that he stumbled over and ran towards the large crowd that had gathered below a figure, which hung high up 40 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology from one of the masts. She went motionless, shocked still by the grisly sight. The crewmates turned their attention towards the captain, whose expression had gone blank, all of her nine pupils solely fixated on the body. After a passing of awkward silence, Mindfang gradually snapped back to reality. The first thing she did was shout at several of the gawking outlookers to climb up and get the body down, while then ordering the rest to disperse and scour the ship for suspicious signs. Her mind was absolutely consumed on figuring out what had just happened; suicide was a clear possibility, though one she did not want to accept. Perhaps it had been murder? The Marquise did have many enemies, a fact she was quite proud of, but why would they send an assassin to kill a simple slave? Mindfang's thoughts were interrupted when she saw five of the crewmates return, body in tow. One of them hurried towards her, handing her a parchment he'd claimed was found stuck on the body's clothes. Curiosity raised, she quickly snatched the paper off his hands as the rest placed the corpse down. Opening it up, she saw nothing written, save for a drawing of two symmetrical, wavy lines, purple in color; the caste symbol of Admiral Dualscar. This was his way of exacting petty vengeance at her. He knew of her attachment to the jadeblooded Slave, and so he had her slaughtered, hitting Mindfang where it would hurt most of all. Outraged, she screamed out loud enough to frighten the crewmen and ripped the paper apart into shreds. Their once healthy, fine black relationship was now swiftly and completely dissolved. The bastard seadweller had gone too far this time, and she would see to it that he would suffer for this. Mindfang then breathed in deeply, attempting to calm herself down. Payback would have to wait, as she needed to figure out what to do with the corpse.

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The HSG Cockanaya Anthology The crewmen were gathered around the deceased Slave, waiting on order from their captain on what to do next. Mindfang told them to step back, as she walked over and knelt down by the body, wanting to examine her firsthand. The Slave had died with her eyes wide open, which lifelessly gazed up at the clear night sky. The noose was still tied around her bruised neck, and her skin had gone paler then usual. She then looked down towards the rest of the body, feeling the tattered dress she'd wore, when she suddenly grew still and rubbed her eyes. Protruding from the slave's crotch was undeniably a full post-mortem erection. Mindfang's cheeks went completely blue, as she began to sweat, feeling an odd mixture of simultaneous shock, embarrassment and arousal. The crew gazed dumbly at her, whispering amongst them as she took her shaking hand and poked at the penis, feeling at how thick it had gotten before pulling away, blushing even harder. After several more minutes of awkward motionlessness, her eyes still fixated on the bulge, Mindfang suddenly had an idea. She got up, pointing at several of the men and telling them to get down deck and find the largest table they could. She watched them run down, and waited several minutes. Finally, she saw them emerging out of the lower hold, three of them carrying a large wooden table. Still erect, even after what must have an hour after death? She had an excellent opportunity now, and couldn't just let it go to waste. Mindfang then directed them to take it inside her cabin, ordered more of the crewmates to carry the corpse and take her into Mindfang's cabin room to set her on the table. They obediently nodded; moving the table inside the room while three lifted the body and went inside. When they had all finished and exited her room, Mindfang promptly told them all to return to their cabins, and not to disturb or even approach her whatsoever until tomorrow. Once they were all gone, she then walked towards her cabin, locking the door to fully ensure privacy. She breathed in, turning back and moving over towards the table in the middle of her room, the dead Slave neatly laid out on it. 42 of 83

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The table was made out of elegantly crafted wood, with steel legs supporting it up. She was surprised that it was long enough to fully support the tall length of the Slave, all eight feet of her. Would it prove adequate for her purposes, though? That remained to be seen. Mindfang pulled up one of the chairs, seated herself by the body and quietly stared at the corpse for some time. After a long period of silent staring, Mindfang then took out one of her hands and reached for the body, touching her arm and noting how cold and clammy the skin felt. She then proceeded to move her hands over the noose tied around her, and attempted to remove it. After minutes of fussing and cursing, even going as far as to attempt to gnaw it off, she finally managed to remove it, throwing the rags down onto the floor in disgust. Afterwards, Mindfang then ran her fingers over the dark bruises, which soiled the Slave's otherwise lovely neck. She went on to softly caress her full, thick black lips, cooing gently as she felt how supple and smooth they were. Her partner's glazed eyes stared unfocusedly at the ceiling. Mindfang did not want to close them, even as a sign of respect; this was the last time she would ever see those alluring jade orbs again. Why would she shut them for good? Mindfang got up, pacing around the table as she turned her attention back to inbetween the Slave's legs, staring at the protruding lump. She desired a better look at what was under there, and so proceeded to wrap her hands around the lower parts of the dress, raising it up before stripping the corpse naked and throwing the rags away. Her cheeks went blue once she ogled all fourteen inches of the Slave's now exposed cock. She was bitterly reminded of how, no matter what she did with her, the Slave was never stimulated enough to complete erection, yet it happened after she was murdered? It humiliated and shamed her.

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The HSG Cockanaya Anthology Though she could have easily forced her into faked arousal via manipulation, it wasn't at all what she wanted. No, she had wanted an honest relationship, one where they knew and loved each other for who they were, without the use of tricks. She knew that she'd been harsh at times on the poor woman; but then, how would she have ever grown any stronger? It was too late now though. She was dead. Mindfang fought back the tears that had begun to form while she lamented. She didn't care if she was completely alone, weakness like this utterly disgusted her; yet the sorrow and heartbreak she felt pained deeply inside. Shaking her head, she went back to examine the body, fine even in death as ever; from the wholesome bosom to her shapely legs. Walking towards the end of the table, Mindfang got down on her knees and examined the Slave's large bare soles, tutting when she saw how they were once again soiled with a coating of dirt. Oh, this would not do! The coverings of grime were an unsightly blemishing on what were otherwise attractive soles, on very attractive feet. Fortunately, Mindfang knew from experience just what to do. She bent closer, enough so that her nose was a few inches away from the right foot. As the Slave was always barefooted, there was no odor of sweat, though it was replaced instead by the strong smell of wood and dust. She pressed her mouth right up against it, feeling the coarse flesh contrast over her soft, sensitive lips. Mindfang then opened her mouth, salivating as she rubbed her tongue up over the arches of her foot, and began the process of wiping the dead Slave's feet clean with her own spit. She quickly gagged out in disgust, revolted by the strong taste, but persevered on. The near-leathery texture of the sole was an interesting and pleasant sensation, although getting through the layers of soot was not. Mindfang then proceeded to work her way up towards the toes, suckling their tips in delight and forcing her tongue in the areas between each. She went on for a while, until Mindfang eventually had taken all five of the toes into her mouth, ever so careful so as not to scratch or tear their skin on her fangs. Once 44 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology the dirt had been cleaned off, the Slave's feet were absolutely delectable. She wasn't fully aroused, in part due to suffering the awful taste, but this served to be excellent warm-up. Mindfang then pulled it out of her mouth, sniffing the fresh coating of saliva all over the foot and taking in the aroma of her own mouth with sick delight. She looked at the left foot, noted the layers of dirt present there and realized that she still wasn't done yet. Placing a hand underneath the heel, Mindfang raised it up close towards her mouth. With slight hesitation, she then proceeded to open her mouth again and started at licking at the lower ball of the foot, brushing off the dirt. She next worked her tongue upwards from the heel, running over the arches of the foot and roughly scraping away as much dirt as she could, sometimes using her lips to nibble away at some areas. Occasionally, Mindfang had to stop once more due to strong taste of filth, and her mouth oddly tingled from constant contact with the Slave's calluses. These were only minor nuisances though, and after several minutes of rigorous licking, the layers of dirt had been wiped off. She giggled playfully when she went up to suck the Slave's other toes, their tips as rough as her soles were. After she was done with the arduous process of cleaning, Mindfang got up, walking towards an end-table by her recuperracoon. There, she took out a cloth from the drawer and wiped her mouth, trying in vain to rub off the vile taste in her mouth. Once done, she returned to the corpse, her fingers tapped the side of the table while she wondered what next to do; there was just so much to play with after all, and it wouldn't be proper to get straight to the act of copulation without the foreplay. Staring down at her naked feet, Mindfang then looked up at the Slave's turgid member, as an idea came to mind. She quickly hurried herself towards the foot of the table and carefully climbed it up, positioning herself over the Slave's calves. She was relived to see that the table was able to hold both of them. Carefully, she 45 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology then shifted her weight, moving backwards and stretching her legs. After some precise fidgeting, Mindfang finally settled into her desired position wherein she then stretched her legs, up until they reached up to the Slave's stomach. Slowly and gently, she pulled her legs backwards, and arranged them to hover directly next to the Slave's cock; toes curled with anticipation before she then wrapped them around the penis's head. Mindfang started it off slowly, first by stroking her limber toes up the shaft, then by softly rubbing her heels up against it. She later proceeded to move one foot and lightly stepped over the lengthy cock, moaning with pleasure at the feeling of the thick, turgid member underneath her soft, sensitive soles ... Yet despite how physically good she felt, Mindfang still couldn't help but feel a little underwhelmed. There wasn't any reactivity whatsoever; she was basically fucking a doll. Where was the fun in that? Were the Slave still alive, Mindfang would have used the opportunity to force her not to cum, taking great pleasure in watching as she'd struggle with her agonized arousal. This just wasn't the same with lifeless body. The realization that the Slave was well and truly dead hit hard; all she was left with now was a (admittedly still sexy) carcass, an unresponsive pile of meat that would one day rot away to nothing. Mindfang shook her head, trying to push away the depressing thoughts. The time for mourning would have to come later. All she wanted now was to just pleasure herself with her deceased lover for what would be the final time. Regaining herself, Mindfang moved her legs away from the Slave's dick and jumped down to the floor, pacing herself around the room. She reached underneath her nightgown and lightly fingered herself, as a little warm-up, before returning to the corpse and seating herself by the table's edge. After a short while, she got back down, pacing herself towards the Slave's head. She stared down at those dead jade eyes, which endlessly gazed at the ceiling. Mindfang shut her eyes, knelt down and pressed her lips up against the body's mouth in a soft kiss. She quickly pulled away, as hot, painful tears streamed freely down her cheeks. 46 of 83

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Mindfang smacked herself in shame. Half an hour of silence passed before she pondered on what next she could do with the body. She affixed her gaze again towards the corpse's dick, salivating as a thought come to her; if the Slave's feet managed to taste so good, even with the coverings of dirt and calluses, then how would her penis taste? Mindfang earnestly licked her lips at the thought, her mouth growing into a toothy grin. There was one way to find out. She shifted and repositioned herself on the table so that she was sitting directly on the Slave's legs. It only took her little to bend over until her face was several inches away from the corpse's great genitals. She gulped, heart beating quickly as she blushed. The Marquise opened her mouth, letting spittle carelessly drip over the Slave's pelvis as she breathed in and raised her tongue, grazing the shaft of the cock with it. She enveloped the tip with her wet blue lips and lightly nibbled at the edge of the head with delicate fangs. She was going to try and lubricate as much of the penis as she could before starting with the actual intercourse. Caution was necessarily, for what would she do had it been damaged by her fangs? She exercised precision as she sucked the head, elated at how very smooth and soft it felt underneath her tongue. Mindfang moved one of her hands and lightly clasped the penis, allowing her to easily suck it further. Spit involuntarily dripped down her mouth once she had taken up ten centimeters of the penis. She folded her dexterous tongue around the head of the cock, her saliva acting as lubrication as she took more and more it into her mouth, until she had several inches of it inside. She felt it was time to pull out, and she smiled as she saw the translucent layers of her saliva all overt the cock, the result left over by Mindfang's blowjob. Still thirsting for more, Mindfang turned her view down towards the Slave's impressive testes, smooth and hairless like the rest of the crotch.

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The HSG Cockanaya Anthology Mindfang cupped the large ballsack underneath her hand, weighed it gently, leaned in and then buried her face near the prostate. Extending her tongue, she licked at it, going as far as to carefully nibble the edges of the flesh. She needed to be extra careful, so as not to tear it on her teeth, and so had to mostly rely on her tongue to taste the testicle; they felt squishy, soft, and somewhat wrinkly. She then pulled her mouth away, licking her lips up and feeling her up vagina, noting how moist it felt. Now was time to begin. Mindfang leapt off the table and paced herself around it, running her finger past the edges as she headed towards the foot of the table. Once there, she climbed on and shifted her body, positioning herself until she was seated directly above the Slave's (long, long) legs. Edging her way closer towards the penis, Mindfang grew acutely aware of how fast her heart beat, along with how wet her own genitals were getting. Bending forwards, she then fiercely started grinding her genitals up against the head of the penis, frantically rubbing up herself against it. She had bit down on her lower lip so hard that her fangs pricked and drew blood. Feeling more than horny enough, Mindfang proceeded to slowly hover herself above before finally straddling herself on it, sharply gasping out once she felt the very tip of the penis go inside her. She pushed down, sighing out in arousal as she took up more of the cock. Mindfang wanted to see how much of the slave's massive penis she could handle. She started off slowly, moving up and down in a gentle, rhythmic movement. Her vagina was adequately wide enough to accompany the seven inch width of the penis, and the coatings of saliva from the previous fellation, along with her own genital fluids, served to ease the process. She continued to slap herself on the penis, panting and grunting breathlessly as cool sweat drops formed on her warm flesh. It felt sooooooo goooooood. After several minutes, Mindfang had managed to take over four inches of the penis, feeling her rub it inside against her sensitive vaginal folds. She then greatly picked up the speed, moaning harder and harder the faster she pounded herself down on 48 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology her partner's tumescent genital. It was only three minutes into copulating when Mindfang suddenly noticed a strange twitching from the penis, which completely disrupted her mounting. She slowed down and stopped momentarily, wondering what she'd just felt. Mindfang soon disregarded the feeling as nonsense and attempted to continue, when suddenly she felt it again, this time more intense. She pulled out, seeing that the Slave's penis had somehow begun involuntarily spasming. The Marquise gulped in confusion, wondering what was going on, and leapt down from the table, watching the cock erratically twitch and shudder. She had tried to reach out with one finger to poke at it, when the penis immediately began to forcefully ejaculate. The sheer suddenness of this caused Mindfang to jump back and fall to the floor, stunned with silence. Dumbfounded, she watched the Slave's penis blow it's entire load, streams of jade semen strongly squirting into the air. Mindfang's mouth hung completely agape, dumbly watching as the corpse continued shoot out what seemed like a near endless torrent of cum, which sprayed the wooden walls and ceiling with globules of sticky slime. She didn't know how long had passed until the corpse's testes had finally worn their reserves, and gazed at the last drop of jizz which pitifully dripped down the still erectile penis. For some time, Mindfang remained seated on the ground, utterly aghast at what she'd just seen. She knew that bodies could still ejaculate after death, especially while after a hanging, but this had been delayed by hours! She breathed in and out, calming her rapid heart down as she ran her hands through her hair. Mindfang looked back up at the body and eyed the glob clusters, which were stuck all around the cabin. She then recalled the last erotic session with the Slave a few days back. There, she'd tasted her tears, and found that they behaved as an aphrodisiac, which greatly heightened Mindfang's sex-drive. If simple tears had that effect, then could her semen as well? Getting down on her knees, she crawled over towards one of sticky semen globs 49 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology that had fallen onto the floor, a few feet away from one of the table-legs. She lapped it up like a thirsty animal and delighted in the sweet, fruity taste, but was saddened to find that it did not act as an aphrodisiac. Mindfang sighed in severe disappointment, slurped up the last drops of the stain, and stood up, walking towards the table. She went over by the corpse's head and solemnly stared into her clouded eyes, as a sad realization came to her; nothing Mindfang did with the Slave had ever brought her to ejaculation. She shook off the depressing thoughts again, not wanting to dwell on them until later. She preoccupied herself by moving back to the penis, climbing towards the table, and readying herself to remount. Before she did, she gripped the penis with one hand and carefully suckled off the residue cum from her urethra, moaning in pleasure as she sampled the exotic taste. Mindfang then proceeded with straddling the penis again, sitting herself down on it and enveloping about two inches into her vagina. She started slowly, first by sliding in and out, then by pushing down harder and harder. Five inches in, she picked up the speed; her wettening vaginal lips helping to smooth her sliding. Her thrusting grew accelerated the more she managed to take up, so driven by arousal that she started drooling carelessly, as if she were a dumb wiggler. Now six inches in, she then forced herself down even harder, gasping out loud and moaning frantically. Half an hour later and Mindfang still hadn't tired, her insatiable lust unsated even after she had taken in roughly twenty centimeters of the penis. Her clitoris had come fully erected, her labia absolutely drenched. She could feel herself on the very brink of orgasm now. Faster, she had to be faster! Mindfang smacked herself down on the cock with enough force that her breasts jiggled, cheeks completely flushed blue. Throughout it all, the table's strong legs withstood. She slid herself in deeper and deeper, smiling as she saw how well the penis was coated with in a fine layer of her juice. Mindfang thrust herself down as hard as she could and felt her heart pound so fast she'd feared it could burst. After another half hour of rigorous riding, she was finally just a few more centimeters from taking the entire length of the massive penis into her now distended cunt. One more thrust was all it took until Mindfang could no longer hold it in anymore; 50 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology her legs and pelvis shook uncontrollably as she felt herself begin to climax, eyes rolled over with sheer bliss as she finally orgasmed, screeching so loud that the sound reverberated throughout the entire hold. She came forcefully, her spunk painting the corpse's penis a rich shade of blue as she wildly moaned, her toes outstretched in pleasure. After she had finished, she then suddenly pulled herself off the corpse, stumbling down towards one of her drawers and pulling out a large knife. She smiled, licking her lips as a finger ran up the sharp blade-end, before she ran back towards the table and knelt down. This was the best intercourse she had ever had in recent memory, and she could not, would not, allow that fine penis to just rot away. Mindfang raised the weapon and hacked at the very base of the penis, as she then tore through its outer layer and sliced the thin muscle ligaments inside, as previously congested blood stained the knife and sputtered out all over the table. Grinning wickedly, she then wrapped her hands around the tip and viciously pulled, ripping the penis off and causing a massive jet of jade blood to spurt from the bottom. Mindfang quickly rushed down to a drawer, the penis in her clutches steadily growing softer as it drained out. She rummaged though it, took out a blue cloth and tightly wrapped it around the dismembered organ, before then licking her hands clean. With some stuffing and a little embalming, the Slave's penis would serve to become a reusable sex toy, one that might last for a good while. The rest of the body would be respectfully thrown overboard, rather than fed to her great lusus, which was housed at one of her ships holds. As she glanced over at the body's hollow eyes, the Marquise felt little in the way of guilt at the defilement. The woman was dead now, what use would a corpse have for her genitals? Mindfang was just making sure that such a fine organ didn't go to waste, nothing immoral about that. Not only was she dead, she was a Slave; her slave, who's only purpose in life was to serve her Mistress. Mindfang was simply making sure she did, so even in death.

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The HSG Cockanaya Anthology The jade-blood was still her property, in the end. Chapter Ten They walk, a giant of a woman and a runt of a boy, alone together through the endless expanse of this arid desert. The black, inky sky above them is dotted with an innumerable amount of twinkling white stars, shining down on them alongside the two strange moons and serving to illuminate the way. Frigid winds blow across the winding dunes, causing the boy to raise his hood higher. She, however, is completely undeterred, having already spent most of her life in such an environment. The Signless troll clings to the Dolorosa's elegant shawl, shivering from the cold night air. She does not resist, always happy to shelter him from the harshness of this land. He looks up at his adoptive 'Lusus', taking in the warm, comforting aroma of her finely sewn, though sand-worn dress. How she towers above him. For as long as he can remember, the sight of her tall, proud figure has been both comforting and intimidating. His very first memories are of her, cradling him in her powerful arms. She completely abandoned her sacred duties to selflessly ensure his survival, raising and protecting him against all manner of threats. Now six solar sweeps old, the Signless still finds himself relying on her guidance on many things, but he is strong enough now to take care of himself against (most) hostile wildlife. Fondling his weapon, a rusty sickle plundered from an old ruin, he then clutches her hand tightly, feeling her fingers firmly wrap around his hand as they continue onwards. The Dolorosa soon stops to glance up towards the sky, her expression changing to one of apparent concern. They've been traveling for what must have been hours, and she was uncertain as to when the sun would rise. Though she can fully withstand its blistering rays, an attribute exclusive only to her caste, the boy, even with his mutant blood color, would likely have not fared so well. She must find shelter, and she must find it soon. He notices her pick up speed, briskly moving towards something in the far off distance. She had to squint to better see, for her night-vision was naturally weaker than his. There were some difficulties in adjusting to a life in the night, but it was one she'd felt was worth it. He yawns out, visibly quite exhausted from their long, arduous trek. Noticing this, she stops, walking over towards him and then picking him up with her arms, his weight slightly straining her strong arms. Oh, how far they've come! He may no longer be that helpless little grub, and was still on his way to becoming a strong adult, she knew that she would always be his custodian, 52 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology his guardian. And he would forever be her precious wriggler. Now seated on her shoulders, the boy lovingly runs his fingers through her dark hair as she strokes his cheek, soothing him until the gentle embrace of sleep comes. She smiles, before carefully making sure her tall horns do not accidentally stab him. Satisfied that he was safe enough, the Dolorosa slowly proceeded on, digging her toes into the cool, shifting sands to better ensure support. The sensation is not at all unfamiliar to her, as she'd shunned wearing absolutely any footwear since her childhood, and she indeed finds it to be rather relaxing. It was a choice that she never once regretted, even despite the odd things she might accidentally step on. The Signless begins to shift slightly, wrapping both of his hands around her horns. She smiles once more, wondering as to what he might have been dreaming of, and hoping they were pleasant this time. These past few days he'd been plagued with various nightmares, waking up screaming and babbling incoherently about "the wicked empress". Surely he couldn't have been talking about *her*?! No, he practically knew nothing of the Hemospectrum and all the atrocities associated with it, outside of the fact that thanks to his rich crimson blood, he would have been considered an outcast, fit only to be slain. Thankfully, they had both had almost no contact with any other Trolls, living nomadically, constantly darting off from cave to ruin, never able to stay at one place for too long. Numerous complications, such as cave-ins, deadly beasts or even an unfortunate Imperial Drone encounter, forced them to constantly wander. It almost felt as if the fates conspired to keep them from having a stable home... Yet this harsh, unforgiving wilderness *was* home, for it was only here that they would be free from the tyranny of the Alternian Empire. She sighs out before she focuses back on what's ahead of her, squinting against the darkness to try and get a clearer view. Her eyes widen as she finds that it is the entrance to a cave. How fortuitous indeed! She'd begun fearing that they would have had sheltered under the trees. If the shading proved too weak against the blistering sun then... That was a risk she just wasn't willing to take. Carefully, she proceeded to adjust the position of the boy, cradling him in her arms now as she promptly made her way down towards the cave. Though he was average of height for one of six sweeps, she stood at almost eight feet tall, though such great sizes were common amongst her blood. Her great stature was a facet she was neither ashamed nor proud of, though at times she would feel worried that the boy might have felt needlessly intimidated. Several minutes later, they eventually arrived at the mouth of the cave. The Dolorosa breathes out, she herself feeling rather exhausted from their difficult 53 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology journey. She wanted little more now than to join her companion in another peaceful slumber. She moves in, stroking the Signless's hair as she notices him begin to shift slightly, mumbling slightly. More bad dreams? She frowned at the thought, hugging him closer to her breast. Though she could protect him from many things, she was powerless against these nightmares. All she could do was offer her inexhaustible comfort and support. She cared for this boy more than she'd ever cared for anyone in her entire life, even despite the secrets she may have kept from him. The cave extended downwards, meaning that she needed to keep her footing stable. She didn't want to trip and injure the boy, now did she? Entering down, she found that the cold, smooth terrain of the cave welcoming in comparison to the ever shifting, soft sands she was most accustomed to walking across. Inside, she was greeted only by darkness, and she perked her ears up for any signs of possible residents. Outside of her charge's soft breathing and the dripping of water further in, there was only silence. Moving in further enough into the cave so that they were away from the entrance, she then placed the boy down by the wall, kissing his cheek and patting his hair lovingly before then curling down besides him, smiling once more as she notices him embrace her. As mature and as tough as he may try to look, she knew he was a sweet soul. Eventually, the embrace of sleep overtook the Dolorosa, and she eventually joined the Signless in peaceful repose... Through this endless nothing he runs. He does not know where is going, only that he must get away from her as fast as he can. He must get away. The boy cannot see her, he cannot see anything, but it feels as if she is all around him. Only darkness surrounds him, a thick, engulfing blackness that threatened to strangle him like the tentacles of a mighty, unfathomable monster. A horrendous, evil cackling echoes throughout, causing the boy to run as fast as he possibly can. Suddenly, the scene shifts, and he finds himself falling, screaming out as he descends into the voids of oblivion. Her laughter grows louder and louder as he flails, before a tentacle shaped from the inky blackness wraps around him. He struggles, but cannot break free of its grip, only able to call out for his beloved Lusus, yet he knows she is not here and he is alone, he is all alone and the realization of this is enough to almost bring him to tears but he knows he must be strong that is what she always told him he MUST stay strong. A powerful and sleek figure, seemingly made from the inky void, emerges out of the darkness, and in horror he realizes it is her; the Empress of 54 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology Alternia. He has never seen her before in his entire life outside of these dreams, these dreams that tell him so many wicked and wondrous things, of the long lost past and the uncertain future. It all just comes to him, as if they were but memories. Memories, perhaps, that are not even his own. The Empress proceeds to grin widely, baring rows of vicious, knife-like teeth, yet it is her eyes that disturb him the most, for she does not have any. Only searing white greets him as she stares at her, trying his best not to show fear. He must not show fear, he must not be weak. She only grins further. Enraged, the boy loudly curses at her, desperately struggling against the void as she continues to mock him, her shrill, disturbing laughter amongst the vilest sound he ever heard. The wicked seadweller encircles him, her evil sneer growing ever further as she notices how helpless he is. She playfully fondles her golden trident, radiant and striking against the sheer darkness of this place. He struggles further and further, but it is in vain, only causing the girl to clutch her sides in cruel laughter. What he does know of her is that she is the face of this accursed Empire; this Empire built on nothing but mindless cruelty and subjugation. Of course he hates her, and she too loathes him greatly. She despises him because of the putrid crimson blood coursing through his veins. She despises him because he is new, he is different, and difference represents all that is against her and her Empire... Revolution. Then, another figure appears, this time floating down from above. Another woman, though he cannot make out what she looks like. What he can make out is that the presence of this being fills him with utter happiness. The smiles of the Empress does not wane, even as she slowly begin to fade away, vanishing entirely once the blessed figure waves an ill-defined arm, causing the tendril around the boy to loosen and fade. With it, the witch soon vanishes, the void's darkness no longer as threatening to him. He runs to her, but finds that his mind cannot comprehend her form. He sees a striking feminine shape, but the color does not stay consistent, constantly shifting from a striking emerald to darker, more earthly hues. She is beauty beyond comprehension. Pure warmth and kindness seems to emanate from this entity, and the boy carelessly runs towards her, wrapping his arms around the ethereal being in a tight hug as an invigorating feeling washes over him, completely overtaking all of his senses.

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Love? No, this was rather different; it was far more primal... A more basic, primitive instinct.... Lust. The Signless awakens to the distant sounds of struggle. He is in a cave, curled up on the cold rock floor. His Lusus is nowhere in sight, a fact which quickly begins to worry him while he moves upwards towards the noises. There was definitely no time to ruminate on the strange dream, or of the soreness around his testicles. Though it is humiliating and sometimes even painful, he's learned to ignore it well enough. Shaking his head, the boy ran quicker, fearing greatly that his Guardian might be in danger. Though she is such a strong woman, and very much capable of defending herself against almost anything out here, there had still been a few close calls in the past. The battle appears to be growing further intense. The boy wastes no time getting to the mouth of the cave as fast as his legs can, noting the darkness of the sky. It is still evening, thankfully. He steps out into the cool air, looking up and watching the grey clouds slowly drift by the night sky, wondering on how long was left until the sun rose again. His custodian and her aggressor are nowhere in sight, yet a smatter of rich jade on the ground catches his eye, causing his eyes to widen as panic almost overtakes him. It was blood, her beautiful emerald blood, meaning that she was hurt! Trying his best to remain calm, the Signless reached for his sickle, only to realize all too late that it wasn't even on him! The sounds of the struggle grew louder, leading him to decide to run towards the noises instead of wasting time looking around for the weapon. Heading up a small dune hill, he followed more splatters of green against the black sands, his heart rapidly beating in anxiety. Once high enough, the boy was greeted by a direct view of the fight between his Lusus and a voracious man-sized Centipede. Freezing up, his eyes widened. He was too stunned with fear to do anything but watch the fight unfold. The Dolorosa charged at it, wielding his sickle in one hand. Her dress was tattered from the waist down, exposing her lengthy, strong legs, which were covered in numerous cuts and gashes, several bleeding her 56 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology precious jade blood out into the sand. She was not slowed down at the least however, fearlessly circling the horrid beast and dodging each of its lunges at her. As she swiped the sickle at it, the centipede began to crawl backwards, digging several of its longer legs into the sand before then abruptly letting out a shrill hiss, leaping into the air and pouncing at the Dolorosa. Unable to properly react in time, she was thrown to the ground, allowing the creature to then constrict its segmented body around her torso. Mouth hung agape, the Signless uselessly watched her struggle to break free, rolling on the ground to try and pry the creature off her. Alas, its grip was far too strong, and her attempts on getting away only cause the Centipede to wrap itself tighter around her, burying several of its legs into the sand to anchor them down as it hissed and bit, spittle flying out of its circular, toothy maw. It manages to bite her abdomen, tearing off a part of her dress and exposing the skin beneath. Before it could attempt to injure her, she instantly cries out, distracting the beast enough to headbutt it beneath the neck area, successfully stabbing her lengthy through its softer underbelly and causing it to pull away screeching, lime blood spraying out of the wound and all over the Dolorosa. Now freed, the Dolorosa immediately runs at the downed monstrosity, stomping on the top of its head as she then slashed the sickle across its neck, piercing through its softer carapace. She continued mercilessly slashing until it finally stopping moving, signified by the last of its numerous twitching legs growing limp. She did nothing but pant heavily, dropping onto her knees. Staring upwards, her eyes widen as she notices the Signless standing on a dune hill, watching the entire battle. The woman was given little time to get up before he speeded over to her, embracing his injured guardian in a tight hug. He sobbed loudly, tears streaming down his face while he babbled out incoherently on her shoulder, absolutely relived that she was alright. She returns the hug, returning his sickle to him and wrapping her arms around his body as she whispered words of comfort to him, her fingers gently running over his hair. That always helped calm him down, and his crying soon slowly subsided. She didn't fault him for being too afraid to help, and was actually relived that he didn't join. How would she handle it if he had gotten grievously injured? The few close calls they had in the past would still haunt her dreams, alongside her deeper shame... Wiping his tears away, the Signless glances down at her legs, noting a heavy gash on of her thighs was still bleeding out. Despite this, she was still able to get up even without his support. The Dolorosa stood tall and proud, barely even flinching at any pain those wounds should have surely been causing her. This was a quality of her that the boy loved dearly, glad that he was being raised by such a strong, beautiful 57 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology and steadfast woman. His eyes had "involuntarily" affixed themselves on her exposed legs, observing just how shapely they were. Even while wounded they were extremely alluring, so finely sculpted from sweeps of crossing this desert. He was reminded of the dream he'd just had, and of the mysterious green woman in it... Surely it couldn't have been her?! And yet, who else could it have possibly been? The boy promptly shook his head, banging his knuckles against his skull. This was not the time for such lewd thoughts; how could dare think of how attractive her legs were instead of her injuries! She doesn't appear to notice him, since she was preoccupied with the dead Centipede, crouching by it and proceeding to then lift it up by the head. Though the thing was almost around her length, she was able to lift it up almost effortlessly, moving forward to drag it towards their cave. The Signless ran over to try and help her, hesitating at first due to how grotesque it looked. He noticed that it seemed to have a trail of what looked like bulbous green 'eyes' dotted all over its body, a few of which had begun leaking pus. Taking as deep a breath as he could, he then attempted to lift its lower end, dropping it immediately once he felt the slimy carapace. Seeing this, the Dolorosa only smiled slightly, shaking her head to let the boy know that she could handle this herself. His eyes dart down to her legs, nervously observing the blood slowly seeping out from the deeper wounds. It worries him greatly, but she barely appears fazed by it. He did note a slight limp to her overall sturdy walk, however, which really didn't help him feel any better. He follows her, keeping close behind her as she effortlessly dragged the carcass uphill. A small trail of jade blood followed them both, though her bleeding was beginning to stem somewhat. Remembering what she'd told him about how resilient trolls were in general, and how those in her caste were able to recover from wounds slightly faster than those below calmed him enough, though he still couldn't help but feel terrible in seeing his Lusus injured like this. He should have helped! Even if he didn't have a weapon, he could have distracted it or just done something other than stand around like a coward! But he was just so very frightened. Though it was shameful, he knew that she would have understood, as her kindness truly knew no bounds. The sky had lightened considerably during the fight, turning from a cool, inky black to a light blue. He loved the sight of it, though they rarely slept outside. His lusus greatly feared the sun and how it would affect him, and so they would always shelter underneath any nearby caves or ruins. For one reason or another, they were never allowed to have a consistent home, always forced out of their current residence eventually. It was like a curse following them, and at times the Signless wondered if it was due to his mutant blood. As if the gods themselves were 58 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology offended by his existence. That was a prospect that worried him, though spirituality was something he never thought much on. Finally, after what seemed like many sluggish hours, they made their way back to the mouth of the cave. He continued to stick close by the Dolorosa throughout, trying his best to not look at her injuries or the grotesque beast she was hauling. She steps inside first, effortlessly dragging the entirety of the carcass into the cave. She rests up against the cave wall, exhausted from the ordeal. The Signless immediately pounces on her, trapping her in yet another tight hug. Smiling, she carefully wraps her arms around him as well, caressing him back. Though she is covered with blood, both of her own and of the monster's, the Signless wasn't deterred at all, burying his face deeply in her chest and taking in the wonderful aroma of her now tattered dress. Now together, they cherish the moment for what feels like many a blissful eon, grateful that they were both alive and safe. She eventually breaks the hug, crawling over towards the carcass and kneeling besides it. He remained by the wall, closely observing as she used both of her arms to attempt prying the creature's plates off. He was rather disgusted at the prospect that they were going to eat it, but the heavy rumbling in his stomach proved stronger, and he trusted that she knew it would be edible enough. Besides, it wasn't like they hadn't eaten stranger things before. He could manage this. With a sick cracking sound, she separated several of its segmented plates, exposing the disgustingly squishy looking flesh underneath. Glancing back at the Signless, she then requests that he go collect firewood from the outside. He appears concerned, not wanting to leave her just yet, but she insists, assuring him that she is alright. The bleeding had stopped, and she was a strong woman. Pausing slightly in hesitation, he then accepted, taking his sickle out and moving upwards to the outside. Taking one look behind, he then blew her a kiss, responded by his Lusus doing the same, wishing him back quickly and safely. Watching as he left the cave, the woman then focuses back on the carcass, digging her hands into the soft flesh and tearing off large chunks. She carefully samples the meat, ensuring that it is safe for consumption; it was quite sticky and sour in taste, tinged with what seemed like metal? It was edible at least, just about enough to last them a day or so. Staring up at the mouth of the cave, the Dolorosa began to wonder on how well the Signless was doing all alone. Though she knew he would be fine, shaking off the worrying thoughts was never easy. Ever since he was a grub, she constantly fussed over his safety, especially due to his unprecedented mutant blood. What was wrong with him? Well, nothing; she found that he was perfectly normal in almost all other regards, though he expressed none of the psychic capabilities expected from lowerbloods. Would he have even constituted as a 59 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology lowblood, though? His blood was so entirely different that it was practically off the hemospectrum! Because of this, the lingering fear that he was weaker constantly hounded her. Shutting her eyes, she reaches into a small pocket in her shawl, hoping that it was still there. After feeling around a bit, she soon took out a tiny, dark green capsule, staring at it solemnly for some time... Growth hormones, plundered from the Brooding Caverns. This capsule was the last one remaining out of the sweeps worth she'd taken. Despite the fact that they weren't designed to be fed to trolls, they were known to have positive effects on them. And indeed, she noticed nothing wrong with either of them, as she'd share the hormones in their meals. Though it did almost nothing to her, the boy seemed to have begun developing some, still very slight, muscular mass. He remained completely oblivious while she'd secretly slip it into his food, which was something she was not at all proud of. At times the guilt almost threatened to tear her apart inside, but he could never know. It wasn't like her intentions had ever been malicious! No, on the contrary, she'd done it to fully ensure he would grow strong enough to survive out here. The boy was a mutant, and she'd immensely feared that he wouldn't have survived his first pupation. Yet to her immense relief, he did, and now here they were six sweeps later, that little grub on his way to becoming a strong, healthy adult. She is proud of him, despising herself for the deceit, even if there weren't any adverse effects. It was too far late to tell him anyway, even though he would have surely accepted and understood why, right? No. Nothing could excuse this. It was obvious that one of reasons she refused to tell him (perhaps the biggest reason) was shame. Continuing to stare at the capsule, the Dolorosa sighs. Oh, she deserved shame. She hadn't fed him any of the hormones for several sweeps, having come down to this final one believing that the boy was fine enough. Yet he had just been so scared today, he would surely appreciate this. In the end she just wanted him strong enough to survive in case anything happened to her. The recent scars on her legs would serve as a good reminder of her own mortality, though her ruined shawl was barely an issue. In time she could probably fine some materials to repair it, but it didn't matter that much. Sighing once more, the Dolorosa then crawled back towards the carcass, ripping out more chunks of meat as she prepared their food. Breaking the capsule apart, she sprinkled bits of it over the food, throwing away the last bits and sighing out. This was perhaps one of the most potent hormones she'd, being the final one, and she was just glad to be finally done with it. The Signless eventually returns, carrying a large bundle of sticks and branches in 60 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology his arms. She immediately got up to greet him, taking the sticks from his grasp and giving him a kiss on the forehead. He beams widely, always glad to help. The trip outside had been relatively uneventful, having spent the time exploring the region and climbing trees. He did also ruminate on his dream, though he didn't want to dwell on it much at the moment. It was mealtime now, and he was starving! Following his Lusus deeper inside, he noticed the Centipede's carcass had been shoved into a corner, gutted out and mutilated. There was a large hole apparent in parts of its separated carapace, and chunks of lime-green meat placed in a small pile. He gulps, still quite unnerved by the appearance of the creature. Something about its glowing white Carapace and numerous, grotesque legs seemed to horrify him at a base level. The fears were rather unfounded though, seeing how it was dead and all. The boy moved over towards his Lusus, helping her set the fire up. Seating herself down, he then sat besides her, watching as she picked up two rocks and clacked them together. With a spark, a warm fire instantly burst from the bundle. He earnestly watches it for some time, entranced by the shadows cast on the cave walls. They almost seemed to tell a story, but of what? His mind didn't feel like filling in the gaps at the moment, for his rumbling belly had him preoccupied. Picking up a spare stick, he watched his lusus begin to skewer a large chunk of meat, roasting it above the fire. Following her example, the Signless takes a stick, reluctantly stabbing a small chunk of meat. Eyeing it, he found the lime coloration and sticky texture to be most repugnant, but stomached it, holding it over the flames and watching as they warmed and cooked it. Even roasted, he still hesitated consuming the meat, finding it to look utterly disgusting. Staring at the Dolorosa, he noticed her bite down into her meal, chewing it softly and quietly with little fuss. The taste clearly wasn't bothering her, so why should it bother him? And food was food; he had no absolutely right to be fussy, especially after the hell she went through to get it. Breathing in, he moved the stick in closer towards his mouth, taking a small nibble on the edge of the meat... His eyes widened in surprise, finding that it actually wasn't THAT bad. The Signless takes another bite, humming out audibly in pleasure. It wasn't just 'not that bad', it... It was good! He takes out a larger bite, messily chewing in frenzied vigor. This was *REALLY* good, he couldn't get enough! Noticing that he enjoyed the food, the Dolorosa smiled slightly, before going back to quietly eating her meal. Her heart ached at the fact that she fed him those hormones, but it had been necessary for his well-being, right? She didn't know anymore; she never really knew, actually. They ate together for about half an hour, the Signless ravenously mowing down on his food until he'd eventually finished it all, and was still aching for more. She gladly 61 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology gave up what she had left, having eaten enough. Growing boys needed to eat, after all. The moment he finished the last of the meet, the boy then crawled towards her, hugging her close and thanking her for everything. She smiled once more, holding him close as she ignored the pangs of guilt deep inside. They remained together in blissful serenity, the Dolorosa running her fingers through the Signless's hair while he snuggled up against her great body. He loved moments like these, and could find no greater joy than to spend time with her. The Dolorosa felt the exact same way. His eyes found their way down to her (strikingly long!) legs again, carefully examining the scars. He was relived when he noticed that they had just begun healing over. As she'd once taught him, trolls higher up on this "hemospectrum" withstood wounds better and healed faster. This fact didn't help comfort him while she was being attacked, of course, but he was grateful she could manage. Another thing he does notice is how shapely they are, finely toned and slightly muscular from sweeps of living in such a wasteland. The boy's gaze moves lower still, focused at her large and rather supple feet. Neither of them had any footwear; the Signless had small straps of cloth protecting his feet, yet she wore nothing on hers, being permanently barefooted for as long as he could remember. The soles of her feet were heavily calloused, always covered in a layer of sand and dirt, though she never seemed to mind one bit. Her bravery is a quality that he adores and looks up to immensely, a quality that he one day hoped to be able to emulate. The boy suddenly felt his testicles begin churning painfully the more he stared at her feet, something which commonly occurred when he got aroused. Why this happened he never knew, but it was a good reminder that he shouldn't have been having these thoughts. This woman constantly risked her life to raise him, and here he was looking at her like this? How could he?! How DARE he? .... How *couldn't* he? Everything about her, from the tips of her lovely horns, the striking color of her magnificent emerald eyes and all the way down to her graceful, lengthy toes was utterly and completely gorgeous. How could he dare deny her beauty? The Signless's mind drifts back to that dream earlier, wondering on the identity of the green woman. It had to have been her, but what did it mean? The emotions he'd felt in it were still quite vivid, a very bizarre quality of his already strange dreams. He'd felt love for her, and more regrettably, lust. Strong, overwhelming lust. He'd never had such thoughts about her before, but his body had been changing recently. The boy's genitals were swelling earlier than he'd expected, but he had 62 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology been told that he would finally be on his way to maturation. He feared on how this might have affected their relationship, hugging her tighter. She didn't seem to notice his staring, as her eyes had been closed while she softly patted his hair and rubbed his ears. She was too busy taking in this moment. This helped make him feel better. It always, always did. He notices the Dolorosa had stopped brushing his hair and her breathing had slowed, signs she had fallen asleep. Considering how hectic it had been today, it was more than well-earned. The Signless shifts his position, softly kissing her on the cheek as he got up. Though she may have been tired, he wasn't. Staring off towards the cave mouth, he raises a hand to protect from the distant shine of the newly risen sun. There was no way he could go exploring outside now. He seated himself down by his slumbering guardian, wondering on what he could do now. He didn't feel like sleeping, nor did he want to accidentally rouse her. What to do now? Tapping his fingers on the limestone ground, the boy turns his attention towards his right, noticing that the cave extended in deeper. There was more to this place than he'd first thought. Staring back at the Dolorosa, he quietly creeps up towards her and gives her another kiss on the cheek, before then fondling his sickle. As he took it out, he proceeded to make his way further into the cave. The boy didn't feel too great about going off without her permission, but he wasn't exactly a child anymore, was he? Not a grown man yet, but he was getting there, and he could definitely handle himself... Against things that weren't grotesque Hell-Centipedes, that is. Forgetting that shameful incident, he puffs his chest out, breathing in deeply before going in deeper, squinting against the darkness. His vision adjusts quickly enough, and the area around him grows clear enough for him to walk through with ease. The ground below him is moister here, and the only sounds he can hear are that of echoing dripping. There's water further in, it seems. His mouth did feel a little dry, and dehydration was an issue here in the desert. The flask's he carried were both almost emptied, so retrieving any amount of drinking water was his main priority now. Gripping the rusty sickle tighter, he raises his hood up and heads lower down this tunnel. He takes a glance behind, noticing that he'd now moved a good distance away from the cave's entrance. Thankfully, the area here was linear enough thus far, so getting lost wouldn't be an issue. Onwards he went. Time had never been too easy to keep track of, considering they'd never had a proper watch, but it felt as if he'd been walking for about an hour now. The tunnel seemed almost never ending, and he was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was best if he went back, they could find water when the 63 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology sun went down, and they surely could manage for a few more hours. The boy shakes his head, scolding himself for this pitiful cowardice. He was scared of going into a cave! How would he *ever* last if remained this weak?! Sighing, he took a deep breath in, trying to calm himself down. There really shouldn't have been anything to worry about, and he had his sickle. He'd be fine... He hoped. The boy moves onwards, following the dripping noises further in. He passes through several jagged stalagmites protruding stalagmites, and ducking over the stalactites above. His cloak carelessly caught on one, and he pulls it off with little hesitation. It was just a piece of cloth, and it wasn't anywhere near the level of damage his Lusus's wonderful dress had taken. He sighs out sadly, shaking the memories of that embarrassing incident away. The air was thick and moist, and he could have sworn that there almost seemed to have been a thin layer of fog surrounding his knees, though it could have easily been a trick of the eyes. The Signless begins to yawn. The few hours of sleep he'd gotten were beginning to take their toll, but he had to persevere. As he walks further, the Signless begins to notice the fog around him grow thicker along with the humidity levels. It became harder to breath, and he could feel sweet drops of sweat beginning to form. Were they under a hotspring or something? His clothes had begun to cling to his skin, and his perspiration grew heavier. Trying his best to ignore how damn hot he was, the Signless wades through the thickening grey fog. He could feel sweat from under his armpits and in more 'sensitive' regions, much to his irritation. As he continued walking, something ahead caught the boy's eye. Running towards it, he was greeted by the sight of several strange, yellowish fungi growing around a small opening, leading into a dark tunnel. Staring at the mushrooms for some time, the Signless eventually thought it best to ignore them, following the tunnels ahead. Sure, they could have been edible, but he recalled bad experiences with eating random fungus when he was younger. Definitely not something he wanted to repeat. He didn't know how long he spent walking; only that it seemed to endlessly drag on. The only source of illumination was those mushrooms, which glowed in the dark, serving to light his path in a most strange and ethereal fashion. The ground beneath him felt wet and cool, and the fog around him seemed to have become more... wet? Everything just felt wetter here. The sensation was almost akin to moving through a soft drizzling rain, an experience he always greatly enjoyed. Stepping out into the other side of the tunnel, the Signless dropped his sickle, his jaw dropping in sheer awe as he saw it... A small underground lake, its dark and splendid waters illuminated by gargantuan 64 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology whitish-blue mushrooms, growing up from by the waters and cave-walls. The fungi almost looked as large as trees, with some ethereal, wispy tentacles serving as makeshift branches of a sort. A quiet stream of water from above constantly replenished it, and he swore he could see small things skitter across the surface of the water, though he couldn't make them out clearly. The boy remained dumbstruck, gazing up at those magnificent fungi for some time, his eyes widened like dish-plates. Never before had he ever seen anything like this! It was absolutely spectacular. After some time, the Signless then heard the sound of hurried, naked feet slapping against the ground, and turned around to see the Dolorosa standing behind him, her eyes locked to the glowing blue fungi that had captivated the boy as well. Padding over towards him, she places a hand on his shoulder. Together, they did nothing but watch the scenery for some time, captivated by the sheer magic of this magnificent, empyreal place. The Dolorosa is the first to move towards the waters, her soft steps quiet against the hard ground. This stone floor is still a welcome break from the constant sands she'd shift through, especially with how cool and sticky it is here. She proceeds to step in up to her ankles, immediately letting out a sharp sigh of pleasure. The sensation of cool water by her dirtied, rough soles was amazing, and it prompted her to then kneel down and wade further in, arching her back and stretching her legs out. She beckons to the Signless, who carefully moves towards her, bending over to remove his tight, dusty foot-straps. Rolling his trousers up, the boy then sits down besides his guardian, gasping out and shuddering once he felt how cold the water was. He then watches as his guardian begins rubbing her feet, washing off layers of sand and dirt collected from their many travels. The Signless blushes, finding himself to be reluctantly aroused by her radiantly wettened legs, but was quickly distracted by a sharp pang of pain in his forbidden parts. Staring downwards at his own feet, and then looking to hers, a thought then came to the boy; did he *really* need those straps? His lusus did well enough without footwear, so could he! He gets up and wades in deeper, dropping the old cloth straps into the water. She notices this, smiling widely as he then walked up and seated himself on her lap, snuggling up against her. There is one thing more beautiful than this, and it is basking in silence with her, underneath the surreal, glowing light of these great mushrooms. In time, sleep overtakes him... -

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The HSG Cockanaya Anthology He flies. The earth so far beneath him is nothing more than a distant blur as he speeds his way across this desert. There is a multitude of vague colors; fertile greens, warm orange, yet the most striking and prevalent is blue. He is flying through a sea of endless blue. The blistering sun is not here to harm him, yet somehow it is as bright as day (he always wished to walk under the sun). He doesn't know why he can fly, for he has no wings, but he does not care. He feels invigorated, like he had the strength of a god, and wonders perhaps if he can fly amongst even them? What a daring dream! He swoops and soars, zooming past the drifting white clouds and bouncing on them as if they were like trampolines. Something on the ground eventually catches his eye, and out of curiosity he decides to eventually land by the dunes, moving on foot towards the strange object in the distance. It is a stunning white tower, shining radiantly in the middle of this lifeless wasteland. It extends high up into the sky, seeming to almost pierce through all that blue above. The boy's eyes lock on the strange orb at its very tip, before quickly pulling away. Something about it feels him with a sense of deep dread, but he does not (never will) know why. Nearing it, he attempts to look for an entrance, only to find that there are no windows, doors or any sort of opening at all. He kicks at it in frustration, already irritated by the presence of that despicable orb. Staring up after a moment of hesitation, he then curses it, still unsure as to why it bothers him so. The feeling of hatred was strong enough that he refused to fly up there for a closer look, opting to stay on the ground rather than come into contact with it. Leaning against the tower, he notices how unnaturally smooth it feels. It showed no signs whatsoever of having been worn by the sands, almost as if it had just been built but a second ago. He loathes this place, and yet he cannot leave it, compelled somehow to remain by it. He must wait for something, but is unsure exactly as to what. He does know that it is important, so much so that it is worth tolerating the presence of this wretched tower. Time passes slowly and strangely here. Is it an hour now, or just half? He doesn't know; all he knows is that he is bored senseless. The sky remains static, as there is no sun above to fall or rise. He doesn't really mind, finding the sparkling blue above to be comforting. Yet he is growing impatient, and resting directly against this tower is not helping to lighten his mood. The Signless attempted to pass the time by watching the clouds, but found to his surprise that they had all vanished, rendering the sky eerily clear. Suddenly, the boy feels something smack against the side of his side, the shock of it causing him to fall over. 66 of 83

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It is a pebble, thrown from somewhere above. Looking up, he spots a thin tree growing from the side of the tower, something he was positive was not there before. The Signless gasps the instant he catches a vague glimpse of the person seated on its branches... A female, her alluring figure concealed by the deep shadows of the tree (yet there is no sun). Before he can get a better look at her however, she quickly darts off giggling, a sound so lovely it sings through his ears even after she is gone. Wasting no time at all, the Signless flies up at the tree, finding much to his chagrin that it had begun to grow, extending towards the sky the further he tried to follow it, purple leaves haphazardly floating everywhere. He could see the girl jumping from branch to branch, her soft laughter carried by the winds. He is desperate not to lose sight of her, darting carelessly under winding branches and roots. It is incredible how fast she moves, effortlessly keeping up with him as she agilely hops up the branches, so rapidly that he still cannot make her out clearly. The tree had extended so much now that they were far above the ground and the tower, and he feared that he would never catch up with her if it continued growing like this. He could not give up; he couldn't dare let her out of his sight. He could not lose her. Fortunately for him, the tree eventually stops growing, ending up several miles above the ground, high above the desert and that wretched white tower. Eventually, he decides it best to land on a branch. Though flying was wonderful, he felt it might have been easier this way, to get level with her and walk as she does. He begins manually scaling this magical tree, hopping on several of its branches with ease as he went upwards on his journey to find that beautiful and mysterious girl... In time, he eventually reaches the top, climbing up on a thick branch extending a good distance away from the rest of the tree. Attempting to keep his footing stable, the boy refrains from looking down as he made his way towards the end, where the figure was seated, her legs carelessly dangling over the distant ground. Steps slow and cautious, the figure eventually grew closer to him, until he was eventually several feet behind her. The Signless's jaw dropped the instant he saw her hairstyle and her hairstyle and her horns; for they were completely identical in appearance to his Lusus's. He took several steps back, shaking his head in complete disbelief. He blinks, and in that instant she vanished, leaving him only further disoriented. Fast, playful tapping on his shoulder then causes him to almost fall over in shock, until a thin arm grabs around his torso and brings him face to face with the girl at last.

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The HSG Cockanaya Anthology The first thing he notices is that she was much younger, around his age and only a few feet taller than him. She wore a short, dark-green dress, tight fitting enough that it acquainted the curves of her exquisitely attractive body. Small, though noticeably perk breasts jut out from her chest, rubbing against his as she pulls him closer towards her. He stares back at her for some time, looking deeply into her grey irises. Though nowhere near as gorgeous as the Dolorosa's striking, emerald eyes, the cool grey color had a certain allure to it, and he finds he couldn't look away. She is flawless, so stunningly beautiful that he finds himself growing breathless the more he looks at her, his erection throbbing. His eyes dart up at her gorgeous face, then downwards to those strong, shapely legs. Still barefooted, he notices, her dirtied, lithe toes holding onto the branch with the utmost ease. He hugs himself closer against her, feeling his penis stiffen as he sniffs her fragrant, gorgeous skin. She smells of those desert flowers he always adored, and she looks every bit as gorgeous. Staring closely, the boy can then spot a bulge in her dress. His smile grows wider. The girl begins running her fingers through his hair, her precious smile growing ever wider as the boy grows further aroused, heart racing in his tight chest. He wraps his arms around her torso, breathing on the young Dolorosa's neck as she sighs out in delight. Even if this wasn't actually her, the Signless still found the girl beautiful beyond compare. The world around them shifts. They are both back on the ground now, the wretched white tower and all trees gone. They stand alone in the middle of this vast wasteland, yet they are together and that is all that he could ever desire. With a smile, the girl then pulls away from his, running into the desert as he ran up to catch her. He is reminded of the times when he was but a wriggler, climbing on top of his Lusus as they played together, underneath the endless ocean of a million sparkling stars. Moments like that were ones he would forever cherish, as he did the time spent with this girl; his guardian... His lover. With no hesitation, he quickly pulls her into a tight, passionate kiss, locking his lips against hers as they hug their bodies close. She does not resist, kissing him back as they embrace for what feels like countless blissful sweeps. Everything else but her is irrelevant, all he wishes is to touch and feel and love her forever. Driven with arousal, his penis throbs stiffly, and he can feel a hard, turgid bulge rub against his leg. He giggles, opening his eyes and looking down, greeted by the sight 68 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology of her erection shyly protruding from beneath her dress. Blushing, the Signless then carefully lowers his hand and begins to gently rub the head of her penis, causing the girl to gasp out sharply. With a playful smile, the boy then carefully tightens his grip around his partner's penis, moving his hand up and down as her legs shook uncontrollably. The girl's squeals of pleasure only served to make him work faster, her nails digging into his skin as he continued gently pulling back and forth in firm, quick strokes. It is so soft and smooth under his touch. Soon enough, the girl finds she can not hold it in any longer and forcefully ejaculates all over the Signless's clothes, spraying it with globules of thick, sticky jade fluids. The boy does not mind in the least, hugging his young guardian tightly and feeling her pounding heart beat against his, her hands running over his back as she pecked his cheeks between breathless panting. They kiss once again, flinging themselves onto the ground in the heat of passion as they roll around in the sands, kissing and grunting and panting and just loving each other. His erection still furious, the boy then pulls away, getting up and throwing off his trousers. She grins widely, admiring the size of his magnificent bulge. She crawls over towards him, raising a hand and lightly cupping his testicles in it, holding them as if they were (forbidden) fruits, before then squeezing them lightly, causing the boy to gasp out and clumsily fall over backwards. Grinning widely, the girl then takes the opportunity to climb up on him, seating her body over his torso. She pulls him into another warm, tight kiss, and the boy can feel her then begin rubbing her penis up against his. He joins her, grinding the shaft of his thick, throbbing member against hers for a full minute, until the friction forces the both of them to ejaculate together, their jade and crimson fluids spraying all over the orange sands. The Signless immediately pulls her into another embrace as she wraps her lean, shapely legs over his shoulders, wriggling her toes in delight as he began licking her neck. Eventually, the Signless gets up on his feet, retrieving his trousers and putting them back on. She remains seated on the sand, watching as the boy raised an outstretched hand towards her, his other hand pointed up towards the sky. The girl beams happily, taking his hand as the Signless then lifted effortlessly lifted her entire body in his arms, cradling her gently as they flew off into the sky. They fly across the desert, her eyes wide in happiness as they leave those boring dunes behind. He swoops and soars once again, holding onto the girl as she screams out happily. She clings onto him for dear life, his hold on her strong. The sky darkens. 69 of 83

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It is slow at first, enough that he only notices it once it is already too late. Inky black tendrils seep across the canvas of blue, seeming to almost follow them as the world is engulfed in blackness. The Signless does not know what is going on; only that he is afraid but must stay strong for her. The girl is frightened as well, clinging to him tightly and whimpering as tears stream down her cheeks. He must protect her as she protected him, and he will *not* fail. The Signless speeds up quicker, trying his hardest to escape the encroaching darkness as the girl sobs quietly into his chest, and he can feel her scared heart pound beat against his chest. The warm, orange sands below are now entirely covered in pitch black, and the sky is soon consumed, the entire world around them now engulfed in this vile ink. A familiarly wicked laugh soon fills the otherwise eerily silent air, one that causes the boy's eyes to widen in pure terror... It is the Empress. She has found them. He tries to flee the tendrils emerging upwards from the sea of black around them, but it is to no avail; in an instant, a tentacle violently smacks them, causing the Signless and the girl to separate and fall. Both are caught by two separate tendrils, and the Signless can do nothing but scream as the girl is taken away from him, her cries echoing throughout the void and causing the boy to struggle harder and harder. He can't lose her, he can't, yet she is slipping away from him and there is nothing he can do but scream. An enormous pair of grinning magenta lips form from the darkness, and in terror the Signless realizes that the girl is being dragged right towards it, her entire flailing body slowly enveloped by the tendril. He kicks and screams and wails and struggles but the tentacle only tightens ever harder around him, refusing to let him free. All he can do is weep and watch uselessly as two piercing fuchsia eyes open and staring down at him. Her condescending gaze is absolutely horrifying and yet he cannot look away, almost as if he were hypnotized. The girl's cries are muffled by the tentacle, which has now constricted itself entirely around her whole body. The tendril moves itself closer and closer towards the Empress's gaping maw, rows of giant, sharp white teeth striking against the sheer black expanse. The tentacle wraps itself tightly around the Signless, extending up to his mouth and preventing him from screaming as the Empress then viciously bites down on the girl, violently ripping her frail, beautiful body in half as the sky is painted with streams of jade........... -

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The HSG Cockanaya Anthology The Signless screams. They had slept right by the lake, underneath the strange, glowing white light of the giant mushrooms. He immediately grabs at his crotch, unable to even think properly because of the horrible, stabbing pains now surging through his genitals. This was not an uncommon occurrence; every time he'd had an erotic dream, the boy would awaken with a dull aching sensation in his privates, yet it was always easily ignored and minor. Unfortunately for him, today was different. The pain was excruciating, perhaps even amongst the worst he had ever felt in his entire life, and he could not control himself from screaming out and sobbing. His guardian had already woken, instantly crawling over towards him with a look of utmost horror on her face. She herself was obviously just as confused as he was, though she attempted to hide it, whispering words of comfort to the screeching boy as she moves down to his trousers, eyes widening as she noted that they were soaked. Ripping them off, her horror only intensified as she notices the boy's scrotum, his ballsack gruesomely swollen to twice its size while his erected penis oozed with viscous, translucent pre-cum, dripping out uncontrollably as if from a broken faucet. The Signless could feel his testicles painfully churn out more and more fluids, and he wasn't even properly ejaculating yet! His sobbing only intensified once he saw the Dolorosa immediately begin to break down crying, crawling away from him and curling up in a corner, wailing as loudly as she could. Never before had he seen her like this, not even during the times he had injured himself. The confusion he felt only served to make the entire situation all the more agonizing. Trying his hardest to ignore the excruciating pain, he moves towards her, gripping the head of his penis in an attempt to stem the ridiculous amounts of genetic fluids leaking out. Part of him was more horrified by seeing his Lusus like this instead of his severe genital problem, a likely side effect of this accursed mutant blood. He crawls up towards her, shaking her shoulders and attempting to calm her down, which only causes her to sob even louder. The fact that a woman this strong had been reduced so quickly into a weepy wreck greatly disturbs him, but he knew he had to remain strong for her, even despite his agony. Suddenly, the Dolorosa throws herself over him, bawling deeply on his shoulders. He does the same, crimson tears staining into her shawl. His turgid, swollen penis only continued to messily leak out more precum all over the cave's floor, eventually pooling into a small, translucently pinkishred puddle. Why does she weep as if she were responsible? He ponders, for this was his curse, not hers. She need not suffer for him. 71 of 83

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He proceeds to hug her closer, weeping further and wishing that this was all just another one of his terrible nightmares. Wiping away her (beautiful) jade tears, the Dolorosa attempted to calm down, proceeding to then place her hand over the boy's mouth as she then reluctantly stared down at his penis, which still continued to leak with pre-cum. In a daring move, she proceeded to wrap her free hand around the shaft of his penis, causing him to kick his legs out as started to stroke it up and down, soft and slow at first. He desperately needed release, and she knew exactly how to provide it, though she wouldn't like it. Her grip grew firmer and tighter, fingers growing wet and sticky with the boy's runny fluids. It served as lubrication, at least, which would help make this pass quicker. The boy did not resist, barely able to concentrate on anything due to the pain, which had already begun intensifying even further. As she strokes his penis faster and harder, she noticed his testicles swell even more, swollen to the point that she feared they would burst. His face had grown completely red, and he was clearly trying to hold back screaming. The Dolorosa begins to weep again, continuing to rub up and down his shaft, feeling as his already hard penis grew even more turgid. His veiny testicles swelled up even further now, almost looking as if they were on the verge of bursting. It was clear that he could not contain himself; all she had to do now was persevere. She had to stay strong. Finally, after a painfully dragged out minute, the Dolorosa released him, hurriedly backing away from the boy and burying her face in her hands, disregarding how sticky they were as she sobbed and wailed loudly. With a loud cry, the boy then forcefully ejaculated, spraying out massive, thick, ropey streams of red cum all over the cave walls. Never before had he released this much, and it was a sight that was horrifyingly alluring. The pain was slowly phased out by the waves of pleasure he felt from the orgasm, though his testicles still remained swollen and his member was still erect, though the pre-cum overproduction had subsided. The Dolorosa's sobbing did not subside, though the boy was able to stand up now, his legs shaky and unstable. He walks over towards his sobbing Lusus, wrapping her in another tight hug as she looks away from him, as if she was ashamed. He doesn't want her to cry, and he especially didn't want her to cry because of him. The Signless remembers his dream. He remembered the girl (his lusus), and he remembered how he failed to save her. He also remembers how much he loved... No, how much he *loves* her. Shaking her shoulders in an attempt to calm her down, an idea then came to the boy; a very daring idea indeed. Seating himself on her naked legs, the boy then suddenly and abruptly pulls her into a tight kiss, causing the woman to stop sobbing, her entire body freezing up in absolute shock, 72 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology her eyes widening immensely and her cheeks flushed jade. Even more shockingly is the fact that she does not resist, slowly accepting and then returning his kiss. They embrace for what feels like sweeps, his small body seated on her great legs as they kiss, moaning together. Eventually, the Signless pulls away, staring at her dully before strong feelings of shame overcome him. He was almost about to break down crying when the Dolorosa places a finger on his lips and then promptly kisses him back, pulling him close to her as they embraced and rolled around on the cave floor. This was shameful; both of them knew this... and yet they just could not stop themselves. Her black lips are so luscious and juicy, he cannot help but just sigh out in pleasure while he licks and intertwines his tongue against hers. There is a nagging in the back of the Dolorosa's mind telling her that this is wrong, that she must stop and leave the boy alone. But she ignores it because she loves him and he loves her and neither of them can deny this anymore. Driven by the heat of the moment, the Signless then suddenly pulls away, taking his shirt off and exposing his naked body to her. She is not taken aback, having bathed the boy numerous times in his youth, and only stares at him blankly for some time before running a hand over his nubile young chest, causing the Signless to gasp out. Her hand is warm against his smooth, sweaty skin, and he wraps his fingers around hers, clasping their hands together. His penis was beginning to grow erect once again, pre-cum slowly dripping out, and with it, the sharp pains, though they were thankfully less severe this time around. Noticing the boy begin to whimper and clutch at his genitals, the Dolorosa looks at him sadly, before staring downwards at her own feet, which she recalls he had been ogling recently. An idea came to her, and she proceeds to shift her body backwards, stretching one leg forwards and positioning her leg over his throbbing bulge. The Signless stares at her curiously, wondering exactly as to what she was planning. Carefully and slowly, she then places her large foot over his penis, which was small enough to fit neatly underneath. It is hot and throbbing against the coarse flesh of her sole, and she finds herself growing quite aroused by the feeling. The first thing the Signless does is sharply sigh out, finding the sensation of her rough, almost leathery foot on his soft, sensitive shaft to be both stimulating yet uncomfortable. She starts off slow, running and wiggling her limber toes over the sides of his penis as her heel makes contact with the lower base of his thickening dick, rubbing it up and down as viscous pre-cum dribbles all over her toes. She does not mind at all, and grew firmer and faster as the boy's member leaked out more and more precum, dripping over the side of her foot. With two of her toes, the Dolorosa then 73 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology pinches the sticky head, caressing and stroking it carefully as more pre-cum sputtered out over her toes, the boy now clearly on the very verge of orgasm. Moving her other foot over towards his penis, she then proceed to firmly sandwich it between both of her filthy, calloused soles, using them to squeeze and rub his twitching penis. The feeling of all her assorted calluses and scars caused him to cry out and buck his hips forward to finally release another, massive surge of red cum. The Dolorosa barely manages to pull her legs back before he sputtered thick, sticky strands all over them, her naked feet drenched in his sticky, warm fluids, seeping in between her toes. She isn't perturbed, focused mainly on his health now, especially as she feared herself responsible for this horrible situation. It takes him a few minutes to finish climaxing, streams of cum jettisoning out of his lubricated urethra like a hose. Curious, the Dolorosa bends over and licks up a small amount of the boy's fluids on the ground, sampling it up; quite gelatinous in texture, moreso than regular semen, and tasting strongly of cherries. It was very delectable indeed, and she hungrily began to lick off some of the precum from her foot, suckling on her toes with gleeful vigor. He crawls over towards her, grabbing his testicles and shamefully looking at the massive mess he'd made. The Dolorosa then stood up, looking down at the nude boy with an uncertain expression on her face before taking in a deep breath. With slight reluctance, she sheds off her shawl, throwing it down to the ground and revealing her nude body to the younger troll. His jaw drops. She is beautiful, especially under the magical lights of the lake. Her beauty is a fact that is not at all new to him, of course, yet this is the first time he has ever seen her naked. And he is awestruck, staring at her attentively and taking in every part of her muscular yet curvaceous body: from her rotund, supple breasts to her thick, shapely hips, ending downwards to those long, long legs and strong, lovely feet. His eyes find themselves drawn to one part of her in particular, a part he only had a vague idea of; her great bulge. It is roughly twice the size of his, even while flaccid, and he finds himself rather intimidated by it, yet also very much aroused. Her penis had quite the appealing cylindrical shape to it, almost like a large fleshy cucumber. Hung neatly beneath it are two large, ample testicles, her scrotum hairless and smooth like the rest of her pubic region. The Signless crawls over towards her at once, staying on his knees as he looks up at the Dolorosa and points at her penis. She is unsure, but then eventually agrees, kneeling down and allowing the boy to extend a shaky, nervous hand to cup her balls gently, his eyes widening and cheeks flushing as he gently feels them up. They are soft and squishy, pleasantly akin to velvet in texture and oh 74 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology so very delectable in appearance. Licking his lips, an idea occurs to him. The Signless proceeds to open his mouth wide, extending his tongue and then carefully grazing the surface of her testes with it. She gasps out in shock, but allows the boy to continue, biting down on her lip as he went on, suckling and licking her balls with the utmost care. Her flesh tastes so wonderfully sweet, and he finds himself carefully enveloping a small part of her testicles with his lips, messily slurping and moaning as he feels her massive penis begin to grow erect. The Dolorosa lets out a sharp, happy squeal, echoing throughout the cave. This motivates him to work faster, lightly nibbling on the sensitive skin of her scrotum with hungry fervor. After a short while, the Signless then abruptly pulls away, crying out and falling over backwards, his hand placed over his swollen testicles once more. The Dolorosa immediately crawls over to him, light tears falls down her cheeks as she attempts to calm him down. It was starting again. Trying her best to think calmly, she then glanced over at his erect penis, which was leaking out pre-cum at the same ridiculous rates as before. He needed to release, he needed stimulus... An idea suddenly came to her, one that she momentarily fought against, but accepted once she realized the desperation of the situation. She places a hand over the sobbing boy's mouth, stifling his pained cries as she then licked her lips in preparation, bringing her head over his pubic region wherein she proceeds to wrap her luscious lips around the tip of his penis. It is a drastic and daring move indeed, but this was no time for guilt or shame. She is gentle (as always), sucking on the tip of his dick with absolute precision, tracing her strong, dexterous tongue down across his twitching shaft and sampling the sweet, cherry taste of the pre-cum dripping into her mouth. Her slurping and suckling is quiet, precise, and beyond pleasurable. She then takes in several more inches of the penis in her mouth, her sucking growing more forceful as she felt hot pre-cum leak down into her throat, the boy's thick, swollen cock now ready to blow another load. She managed to pull out in time for him to spray out gelatinous cum all over her naked body. Fortunately enough, he finishes much faster this time, though he still did not seem even close to draining out entirely. The Dolorosa didn't even bother to clean his gunk off, for she immediately crawled over towards the Signless to check if he is alright. Aside from his heavy panting and sweating, the boy is fine, looking up at her with a weak yet wide smile. The amounts of cum he had spewed out were only around above-average for a male troll, though it was still a worrying sight to behold. Why this was happening exactly she would never be certain, though it was likely the hormones she fed him had something to do with it. And the shame this brought her would haunt her for the 75 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology rest of her life... She shakes her head and brings the boy into another tight hug, failing to fight back tears. Now was not the time for guilt, it was a time for pleasure and love. He responds by pulling away and kissing her on the mouth, which she returns with little resistance. They passionately embrace once more, the Signless seating himself on the Dolorosa's stomach as he hungrily kisses her mouth, wagging his tongue against hers as he runs his hands over her abdomen, feeling how finely chiseled it has become from sweeps of living in such a harsh wasteland. He then feels up one of her large breasts, squeezing it lightly and noting how firm it is to the touch. This causes her to break away from the kiss, pulling her head back and groaning loudly in ecstasy. She pulls him off, getting up and stretching her body before getting down on all fours, raising her posterior into the air and suggestively waving it in front of the boy's face. He is ready for this, she knows it. The Signless gulps nervously, walking over towards her while shaking his head, before taking in a deep breath. He did not want to disappoint his guardian, and part of him greatly desired this. Kneeling down, he watches as she spread her buttocks wide. His penis is still erect, and he can feel his testicles begin swelling and hurting again, so he wastes little time in thrusting his organ in. The Dolorosa lets out a highpitched moan the moment he stuck it in, a sound he finds to be very adorable. He begins thrusting in deeper and deeper, the insertion going in very smoothly and easily thanks to the large amounts of pre-cum he was continuing to leak out, along with the saliva left from his guardian's suckling. Her passage grips his penis tightly, a constricting sensation that is just so amazing and delightful; unlike anything he's ever felt. He bites down hard on his lip, thrusting harder and faster as she groans out, her penis already growing stiff, foreskin retracting to expose her soft, glistening shaft. Another thrust, and the Dolorosa lets out a sharp, happy cry, her impressive member now fully erect and glistening with small traces of pre-cum. She is barely able to conceal her enjoyment, and the boy feels a massive amount of happiness in knowing he could pleasure her so well. Motivated to please his guardian further, the Signless begins thrusting in faster and harder, noisily grunting as he then felt himself clench up. With a loud, sharp cry, he ejaculates, pumping a thick surge of hot sticky spunk inside the Dolorosa as she screeches out, her eyes rolled over with ecstasy as she also orgasmed, her great bulge spraying out large amounts of jade fluids all over the cave floor. She finishes much quicker than him, her rectum now flooded with the boy's cum. After what feels like ages of bliss for the both of them, he Signless finally pulls out, falling over 76 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology and panting in exhaustion. His balls felt as if they were on fire, but the waves of sheer pleasure he felt was beyond compare. The Dolorosa lay panting as well, her anus overflowing with his gelatinous red fluids. She gets up on shaking legs, leaning herself against a cave wall, closing her eyes as she allows the remaining fluids to drain out of her anus. Her eyes then suddenly pop open in shock once she feels a nibbling sensation all over the underside of her semi-erect bulge. Looking down, she sees it is the Signless, licking and slurping the penis in quick fervor. Though her bulge is simply far too large for him to comfortably suck, it does not stop him from trying, opening his maw as wide as he can to lick the sides of her cock. He moves up higher, running his nimble tongue over the length of her long, long penis. He salivates further, sloppily sucking the skin of her delicious, sensitive frenulum while she moans and coos in elation, her legs shaky and on the verge of bucking. Noticing her penis grow turgid, the Signless suddenly decides to pull away, shifting his body several paces back as the Dolorosa fell to her knees, panting and moaning heavily. He stretches one of his legs out, placing his foot over her massive, throbbing bulge. Just as she had managed to pleasure him so well with only her feet, he would attempt the same. He starts off by rubbing the length of his sole down her twitching shaft, his toes rubbing and caressing it gently as it stiffens and swells in arousal, her cries of pleasure but music to his ears. He proceeds to use his other foot to rub and push against the penis, and he finds the feeling of her great penis over his (comparatively) soft soles to be quite enticing, his penis stiffening alongside her thick erection. Soon enough, she is unable to contain herself any longer, blowing out with a loud cry all over his feet, sticky jade cum getting in between the boy's toes. He bends over, licking some of it off and reveling in how fruity it tasted. His erection was raging hardly, yet the pain in his testes had become almost negligible. Staring at the Dolorosa, he notices her bulge is still partly erect as well, causing an idea to form as he stares down at his penis. Moving over towards her, he then gets down and begins rubbing his penis directly up against hers, causing the woman to gasp out and jump back, blushing. Realizing what he wanted to do, she smiles, carefully shifting her body back to allow him to continue easier. The immense length of her member made things slightly awkward, but the boy was persistent. He rubs his penis against hers in happy fervor, grinding as hard and as fast as he could, the friction causing both of their erections to thicken and throb. He found that his pre-cum productions had lessened considerably, only dripping out enough to help lubricate his penis and make the frotting go much smoother. She 77 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology appears to have been heavily enjoying this as well, biting down on her lower lip and blushing furiously as they continued grinding against each other, the Dolorosa carefully rubbing her massive, hard penis against the boy's smaller member. Eventually, their penises grew far too hard to comfortably frot, and they soon orgasm in unison, streams of red and jade fluids spilling the ground. They collapse together for some time, their breathless panting filling the silent air. The Signless hugs himself close to his guardian, her body just as sweat and warm as his. She brings him into a kiss, which he returns with absolutely no resistance, placing his arms behind her shoulders and running his fingers through her hair, going up to begin stroking the base of her horns. She does the same, playfully fondling his nubs. Her sweaty, fragrant skin is incredibly enticing, and shifts his body to seat himself on her scarred thighs, continuing to kiss her for what feels like ages. A large hand caresses his face, running down his cheeks and over the nape of his neck, bringing the Signless to gasp out. He eventually breaks away, staring up at her face and gazing deeply into her eyes for some time, looking into her gorgeous jade irises, striking even against the prevalent glow of the odd fungi around them. Thoughts cross his mind, thoughts which he recognizes as facts he cannot ever deny; she is beautiful, she is beautiful and he loves her with all his heart. Beneath his posterior, the Signless can feel his partner's penis grow fully erectile once more. He slowly gets up, positioning himself over her stomach as she raises an eyebrow, unsure as to what he was doing. He spread his legs wide, causing her to realize exactly what he wanted, shaking her head and attempting to stop him. There was the risk that he could have injured himself, but the boy was insistent, shushing her and assuring he would be fine. He had pleasured her so well when he did it, how could she not return the favor? The Dolorosa nods her head in reluctant approval, and the Signless then brings himself down, mounting himself on the very top of her penis. He wasn't planning to take it all in, of course, for that would be impossible, but he would try to see how much his rectum could take before she climaxed. It is uncomfortable and almost painful at first. His anus was simply too small and tight to easily let the girth of her organ in, but he would not give up. He spread his legs wider and wider as the Dolorosa looked at him nervously, still completely unsure if this was safe. Taking in a deep breath, he then seats himself down on her bulge, taking in the tip of her penis, which still had traces of pre-cum on it. This was fortunate, as it helped lubricate and ease his progress down on her. She attempted to help by slowly thrusting upwards, causing the boy to cry out in surprise, his cheeks flushed red. She went on, sticking her bulge in deeper and deeper as the 78 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology Signless bit down on his lip, sweating furiously. She could take it from here, and did so excellently, thrusting her penis up further and further and further. The Signless's eyes rolled over, his tongue lopping out of his mouth as she went on, his heart racing intensely. It felt so good; he just couldn't believe how easily her massive, gorgeous bulge was going in, even if it was still only the first few inches. She was also heavily aroused, her cheeks flushed so much her entire face seemed to have turned jade, and he felt her penis stiffen greatly inside him. After a minute, the Signless then felt a massive surge of hot sticky fluids flow into his colon, the Dolorosa screaming out as she forcefully orgasmed, pumping out jizz for almost a full minute. He could feel himself clench up as well and soon enough, climaxed the moment she finished, spraying messily all over her chest and face. Eyes closed, she licks it all off her lips in gleeful fervor, finding the familiar taste to be as delicious as always. Opening her eyes, she finds to her surprise that the Signless had already pulled himself off, collapsing onto her chest. He is out cold, exhausted from their intense sexual experiences today. She smiles, kissing him on the cheek before yawning out. It had been an amazing day today, filled with danger and pleasure beyond compare. This boy wasn't just her charge; he was her lover, even despite his young age. She kisses his head gently, rubbing his hair before shutting her eyes, listening to the sound of his soft breathing before sleep overtakes her as well. His slumber is dreamless.

Miscellaneous Stories
Well, what if Kanaya DID have a cock A really thick and swollen one with huge balls to match Just throbbing so hard it's jerking up and down, with a jade head all leaking cum as she gripped it to keep it still as she whimpered And she was so very, VERY desperate to push it into another girl's wet pussy as deep as she could go So she could finally orgasm and dump a gallon of hot jade slurry into her lover, her thick cock just pulsing over and over for nearly a minute as she cried and gasped and pushed Until there was an overflow and it all just came spraying out messily and running 79 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology down between their thrashing legs and hips THEN what? Well that's simple she's getting her grotesquely thick cock jerked off by a drooling and flushed-faced Aradia, eager to deepthroat the vampire at the moment of climax so she can choke down and pass out on the sheer volume of jade cum gushing past her thick ruby lips and down her bulging throat, while each snicker at the thought of someone like Vriska or Rose being at all enticing for any relationship that isn't Master/Slave -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sort of like how Kanaya actually has a really big thick dick and gigantic balls? And maybe poor Rose's cervix is still compromised from laying all those big eggs. So Kanaya can penetrate it and unload all of her cum into her womb. And poor Rose's belly will be all swollen with jade cum, and she'll have to masturbate for hours to forcibly ejaculate it all out -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------So you think when Mother Grub was asleep, that maybe Kanaya would sneak off to the attic of her Prospit house And would rip her skirt off and let her huge balls and big bloated dick flop onto a makeshift bed And then she'd get on her hands and knees, panting, and use both her little hands to jerk herself off while staring at a shrine of lewd pictures of troll girls Including some camwhore pics of Vriska she found And she just groaned and messily sprayed her jade spunk all over a printout of Vriskas face while she fantasized about burying herself to the hilt inside of Serket -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Not much else to say, poor girl just had a lot of love she needed to unload into the nearest pussy that went absent She probably did some bad things on Prospit though, before everyone woke up Just all sitting in Vriskas tower, nervously rubbing her massive bulge through her dream dress, eyes wide Maybe once or twice lied down next to her and held her, just feeling her tremendous girth throbbing against Vriska's outstuck ass Horrified that if she pressed too hard for even a second she'd explode all over the blueblood Just always resisting the urge to fuck her sleeping form and cum inside of her, or 80 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology just jerk off all over her, barely keeping herself from such a monstrous act -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------At least it leaves something to look forward to maybe Like Aradia being a sensation-obsessed nympho now that she's alive, who gladly consents to letting Kanaya give and take her virginity And Kanaya just completely loses control, face bright jade as her cock head jerks and slaps up against her stomach, before forcing every massively thick inch into Aradia's hot and wet pussy, the first one she's ever been inside, and immediately she swells and floods her with cum It's just too much and she loses control, turning into a drooling and grunting monster who keeps dumping load after load into the wide-eyed Aries And she just keeps going even when Aradia passes out and goes limp, her body shaking as Kanaya fucks it raw, the Virgo a complete slave to pussy, utterly unable to pull out and her cock refusing to go soft -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------What if troll cum was indigestible to anything other than the mother grub? And Kanaya forced her thick, jade green cock down Vriskas unwilling throat, daring her to bite down as she pumped back and forth, sliding her massive member up and down her distended throat, unloading wave after wave of cum until the bluebloods belly was distended like a beach ball. And she wouldn't dare vomit it out as Kanaya paraded her around naked and swollen for all to see, her hand always finding it's possessive way to her bulging belly, stroking and rubbing it and jostling around the swirling jade spooge. And every night she would begin again, forcing herself down Vriskas ever-eager throat until the spidertroll could barely walk under the weight of her massive gut. And every night as she massaged her battered throat and struggled not to hurl up her nights "meal", Kanaya just stared proudly at her handiwork, rubbing it softly and running her cool, moist tongue over the stretched skin, easing her prisoners pain. Good, but...not quite. Better if she fucks Vriska and fills up her womb-equivalent or wherever the girls store their ejaculate in, and then stoppers her up and parades her around as if she was human-pregnant, making her humiliated and horny, and only allows her to squirt it out when she's been a good girl and can orgasm, forcing a huge stream of teal-colored slurry of their mixed genetic material, like she was a living bucket. And then gives her another 'baby' when she's ready. She wants to be human, right? -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Just imagine Kanaya standing there with a jade-flushed face and stupefied look 81 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology Rubbing her thighs together as she gnaws on her lip and tries not to breathe too loudly Fabric all bunching up in-between her legs as she shifts and moves Until it's too much and she lets out a muffled groan, eyes rolling back as she tries not to fall over Skirt suddenly drenched and darkened as cum gushes down the sides of her leg and pools around her little feet The stench of her arousal quickly flooding the room as she pants and smiles and shakes The constant squelching sound of her ejaculate pouring out and destroying her beautiful dress -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------What's wrong? Are you angry that Rose and Roxy will never look that good in a bikini, or just jealous that Kanaya does? Kanaya wouldnt wear a bikini that miniscule, her cock would be flopping about all over the place But that's the point Just a tiny pouch for her huge uncut dick and horseballs all bundled up And the second she gets the least bit aroused it just sort of spills out and starts lazily throbbing on her thighs for everyone to see So whatever girl she's talking to knows exactly what's about to happen to her -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Do you think Kanaya was a futa when she dream raped Anon? Just imagine her looming over you, arms pinned by her knees as she spools out her massive bone bulge and slaps the thick, meaty shaft on your face. I really don't want to describe her wicked grin as she grinds her hips, rubbing her sweaty junk all over your lips, sighing as it drips viscous precum onto your forehead. What kind of sick fuck would I be to have such a pure girl as Kanaya hold your nose shut and thrust her throbbing erection into your throat when you gasped for air? Do you honestly want me to force you to imagine her roughly violating your throat or the salty flavor of her alien penis firing a salvo of sticky jizz causes you to sputter and cough; her lily-white hands holding your still until she shudders and extracts her only slightly softened member, but returning to a rock-like hardness before rolling you onto you belly? Do you want to be fucked in the ass by Kanaya or something? -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------82 of 83

The HSG Cockanaya Anthology And the saddest of them all, You will never feel Kanaya force her massively thick cock into you as she rapes your pussy raw for hours and you beg for her to stop cumming inside of you.

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