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I feel like I've been a bit deprived of demons in my work, so is there anyone in particular you'd like me to write about? Feel free, I love all the Upper Moons!

Retelling The Hobbit Chapter 16: The Song of the Lonely Mountain First chapter / Previous / Next

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*crumbles into dust after finishing this* Thank you for reading! This The Hobbit webcomic adaptation thing takes a lot of effort to put together and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate every comment. I also really appreciate the people who’ve spread the word of this comic to their friends! <3

And finally, we’re at the Song of the Lonely Mountain! Within Tolkien’s canon, The Hobbit is an in-universe book that was “written” by Bilbo Baggins, who occasionally lies/embellishes/exaggerates things. The tonal differences between The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings are explained by Bilbo and Frodo/Sam being different kinds of storytellers, with different relationships to “the truth.” This idea is the core of how I’m adapting the novel!  Bilbo is an unreliable narrator who is literally ‘drawing’ from his own limited experiences;  the different art styles reflect the different perspectives of other characters.   The “dwarf art style” in this chapter is inspired by stonework/metalwork in general— but especially by a mix of art deco, Celtic art, and European folk art. 

The central tension of the comic is between Bilbo and Thorin, who each have wildly different ideas about what kind of  story they’re in. Thorin is in a grand fantasy epic, while Bilbo is in a lighthearted children’s book adventure.  The tragedy is, obviously, that only one side of the story ever gets to be fully told.

On a sillier note, a few years ago I had my first gay crush on a lesbian who sang while playing the piano. This chapter is dedicated to the piano lesbian. I hope they’re doing well, wherever they are. XD

I think I might need a bit of a break but I’m hoping for the next chapter, titled “Dawn,” to arrive on January 13th. And your comments/support really do help motivate me to get more done! ^_^

I'm so honored to be able to witness this moment 😭

BAKUGO MAINTAINING HIS WINNING STREAK ON NINE CONSECUTIVE POPULARITY POLLS

2nd-4th: AtenaHena on YouTube https://youtu.be/RZGJ0rpebNw

5th-7th: @sideofcalimary and @dragonpunk15 (this is how i find out you both have tumblrs help)

8th, 9th, World Best Hero: sherbie_2 on X (let me know if they have a tumblr acc so I could tag them)

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Okay, now imagine Sanemi singing "enjoy the silence"

Also do a slowed down version

I'm a little nervous about posting my work here for the first time, but I hope you enjoy it! This is a short essay about my character and my friend's character in the Demon Slayer setting, so don't be surprised by the weird names. Both are adults! Enjoy reading~

Warnings: nsfw, modified clitoris, some roughness, girl dominance, anal sex, mention of oral sex. Minors do not read further! Miyamoto feels like he's just suffocating from the frantic pace, like his thighs or head are about to give out on him, while his groin is so wet from the huge amount of lube dripping down it, making the futon underneath them wet.

Under him… And her. *****

"Vales-chan, are you okay?" the Gyomei student asks with slight concern, visiting his friend in the room reserved for her at the Corps headquarters, where the half-demon was currently resting, but did not come out to train.

But Giyu-san wanted to practice the technique with her again…

"I'm okay…" the girl quietly responds, shaking her head while scratching her pointed ears with her claws, like an animal, not wanting to leave the blanket.

Miyamoto frowns sadly, worried by such an answer and behavior.

Have demonic fits in her behavior overtaken her now? "I can help if you tell me what's bothering you, - he assures with a soft smile, to which she turns her "flattened" pupils to his figure."

"…" *****

Vales growls and chokes on saliva, mercilessly moving on the flesh of the former nichirin bladesmith, drool dripping from her bared fangs and flowing from her lips, while she again and again rises and falls on Miya's hot cock, pressing the man's hips into her poor futon, holding him under her without effort.

His eyelashes flutter, his mouth and lips are wet with her juices, because she literally fucked his lips and tongue with her hips, not letting him breathe until he thoroughly licks her pussy, making her see stars.

Miyamoto is lost in how many orgasms they both experienced, he lost count.

He simply prayed to all the gods and training from Lord Gyomei and Rengoku, still breathing under the onslaught of the half-demon.

He doesn't even know if she's so hungry herself or if it's her nature from her father… ***** "Miyamoto-kun, I have a problem…"

She doesn't hold back her animalistic, wild moans and growls of delight and pleasure, her long tongue sticks out of her mouth, also opening a small fanged mouth at the end, testifying to her pleasure.

Her demonic essence is now expressed especially brightly, reflecting on her body, her hips are completely blue and have changed into her beautiful paws, behind such a juicy ass, not hidden now by the pants of her fighter uniform, her tail with a membrane is visible, with which she hits his legs, while she tortures his hips and penis with her pace, while her pussy seems to be trying to devour the poor blacksmith, milking him dry.

Without feeling the power of authority that a Hashira or a male demon would have, she takes full control, fucking Miyamoto until he loses his pulse, leaving bites and scratches on his body, growling and snarling, a real fiend of the night. ***** "What can I do for you, Vales-Chan?" *****

The growl in her throat grows even after the orgasm that they both just experienced again, her modified clitoris, now large and similar to some kind of sea creature, still leaking and pulsating, until she does not take her eyes off Miya. "On your knees." *****

The poor man just cries and whines, feeling the demoness holding his hair, leaning on top of him, pulling his poor disheveled tail, growling and literally screaming with pleasure, while her hips are madly pounding into him, while she is ripping him from behind with her… Cock.

Gods, she can use it as a cock, and she does not spare it, taking everything she can.

His ass is red from the slaps of her hips, the stripes of her claws on his skin are stinging, making him whine, he does not know how much more he can take.

It seems like she's going to fuck him to death- *****

"You're so sweet, Miyamoto, I could eat you whole~ You helped me so much, I'll have enough for the morning~" a hoarse but gentle voice coos in his ear as he lies on the futon torn by claws, feeling himself leaking after her, while Urokodaki's student licks her lips, then gently kisses his temple, making him sigh in embarrassment."

"Good boy~"

The day after tomorrow I will write a continuation of "Sanemi doesn't see color"

Ideal female body

don't ask-