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1 - Intro - You step closer to the young man. The fluffy avian tilts his head. Maybe he’s trying to remember your face.
“Hello sir?”
“Grimald. Grimald Kuhatl, of the third recon team. And you are?”
FIX: "Hello, sir?"
2 - Intro - The young man shakes his head. “I really like the snow. And besides, I must be ready for an emergency rescue,” he says, looking at an old transport shuttle repurposed into an armored hovervan. “I can fetch you some hot chocolate if you want. I’ll be standing here for the rest of my shift so I’d rather not see you freeze to death.
FIX: Quote missing at the end of the paragraph.
3 - Repeat Intro - You casually approach Grimald. The avian femboy smiles, pouring you a mug of hot chocolate.
“How are you today Donut?”
“A bit cold, but otherwise fine,” you answer, taking the steamy hot cup in hand. “Has anything interesting happened since my last visit?”
FIX: today, Donut?"
4 - Appearance - There’s a small bulge in his arctic pants, either he’s cold down there or he isn’t well-endowed. Last but not least, he’s got a pucker between his bouncy cheeks, right where it belongs.
FIX: pants; either
5 - Appearance (after having sex with him once) - Down below, he’s got a six inch long cock lined with soft nubs to better please his partners. His taut, grapefruit-sized balls fill most of his pants’ bulge with their opulent firmness Last but not least, he’s got a whorish donut between his bouncy cheeks, right where it belongs.
FIX: firmness. Last
6 - Talk -> Himself - “Yes, half-anat, half-human. A very fluffy boy if you will,” he teases, waddling in his thick, stuffed parka. “My parents met near the radio tower, in the middle of a tribal truce. A truce that turned into a brawl. A drunk milodan chief presumably punched a korgonne envoy who then fell onto my Mom and shit hit the fan. In the blink of an eye, everyone was involved in the medley: Mom’s squad, Dad’s colleagues, locals goons; absolutely everyone had a part in this deluge of unrestrained violence. My parents ended up back-to-back, surrendered by enraged korgonnes, with only a depowered thunder lance and a brutish goad left. According to Mom, it was a nice challenge. As for Dad, it was the closest he was to dying. It was supposed to be a mundane peace agreement between the Camarilla and the western tribes, and it turned crazy.”
FIX 1: local
FIX 2: Change 'surrendered' to 'surrounded'
7 - Talk -> Himself - I bet it’s like driving a massive hovertank that’s as deft, fast, and agile as an eagle. At least Sloan lets me ride her kor’dilak when she’s in town. He’s so big and fluffy, a giant teddy bear like his mistress. I’ll try to tame one the next time she invites us to her place.”
FIX: kor'diiak
8 - Talk -> Job - Since we couldn’t afford to lose what little armor-piercing capabilities the fleet had, I continued to fight with a growing ache in my hands, firing my ordnance in the hope of crippling them with a direct hit to a reactor or thruster. Luckily for us, a patrolling fleet arrived in the system at the right moment.”
FIX: No quotation mark needed at the end of the paragraph due to this being a multi-paragraph quote.
9 - Talk -> Job - Did he have to operate somebody on the glacier?
FIX: operate on
10 - Talk -> Job - Grimald nods. “Once. The alpha team was greatly injured and needed to be evacuated immediately. It was dark and the blizzard was dense. They didn’t realize they were into kordi-lak hunting grounds before the mighty beasts surrounded them. No matter how strong and tough you are, you are no match against an ursus gigantus — let alone eight of them.”
“Two stormguards, Ymgir and Fjoor, were in pretty bad shape. The alien bears focused on them because they were the shortest and bulkiest of the squad. The former, a dwarfish huskar, needed oxygen after one of the apex predators collapsed on him while his gigantic companion took the worst of their punishment defending him. To this day, I don’t know how we managed to lift the kor’dilak off Ymgir, let alone stabilize Fjorr. I only remember red blotches and my racing breaths turning into wet clouds. It took us an hour of desperate work to be able to move him back to the ship. Nobody in the medical team slept until they both awakened in the dispensary. It’s a miracle they got away with just a few scars and broken bones.”
FIX 1: kor'diiak
FIX 2: No quotation mark needed at the end of the paragraph due to this being a multi-paragraph quote.
FIX 3: kor'diiak
FIX 4: Fjoor. (or is this Fjorr?)
11 - Talk -> Job - “S-Sure,” Grimald replies, blushing slightly. “I’ve still room to improve but even I was surprised I could perform so well under pressure. My arms might be mostly artificial, but the work they can do is genuine.”
Suggestion: Change "I've still room to improve" to "I still have room to improve" or perhaps "I've still got room to improve"
12 - Talk -> Uveto - “No no no no. Fucking a delirious patient is out of question. We’ve got chill pills for preventive treatment and lucinite restraints for the most heat-addled minds. Nothing like a cool touch to quench the wildest of fires.
FIX: out of the question.
13 - Talk -> Uveto - “North-west of here, there’s a big, natural slope. Everyone from kids to old ones go there to ski, surf, and glide down the snowy canyon. There’s three tracks available: an easy one for beginners, an intermediate for seasoned riders, and a pro side for the bravest souls. It’s been a while since I went there, but I’d gladly take a free day to go there with a special someone.”
FIX: "Northwest
14 - Leave - Their gruff leader turns to face you. “That’s what I’d like to know, M’Lady.”
Grimald sights and reaches for a green pill in his pockets. “You drank a Frisky Dingo, didn’t you?”
The dark-furred lupine nods. “We first got some mead, then peanuts, and a Frisky, but he’s the only one in this state.”
FIX: sighs
15 - Leave - The feathery boy sighs. “No respite for the brave.”
What’s a ten forty-three?” you ask.
“Milodan and korgonne infighting, nothing dire else it’d be an eight twelve.”
FIX 1: "What’s
FIX 2: Steele's question is not italicized.
16 - Sex - Grimald blushes softly. “I’d love to, but I need to make a quick call first. My colleagues could need me,” he says, reaching for a compact Qcommunicator. “Horvil, I’ve got a code sixty-three nineteen.”
“Roger. Recon team one is home so you can go back to your nest. Have fun birdie.”
FIX: Have fun, birdie."
17 - Sex - Grimald claps, his cheeks burning with a telltale blush. “Stars, you are so stunning Donut. Now, it’s my turn.”
FIX: stunning, Donut.
18 - Sex - Not willing to edge you any longer, Grimald makes a final cutesy, fanning his winged arms and orange feathers before joining you on the bed. His painted lips eagerly find yours, giving you the most fabulous of Grande Finales.
Suggestion: a final cutesy gesture, fanning
19 - Sex -> 'Get Fucked' tool-tip - Let him plunder you into the sheets
FIX: sheets.
20 - Sex -> Ball Worship - You can’t sample any of it through the skintight fabric, but you can easily imagine how thick, how sticky, how virile it must be. You can’t wait to feel it on your tan skin.
“Slower Donut. I can’t keep up with you.”
Well, if he wants it slower, he’ll have to trade something for it. You leave him some respite, praising him less like a whorish imp and more like a sublime bride kissing her spouse at the altar. Your gentler ministrations help the little birdie relax and enjoy your wet slurps and audible pecks. Grimald coos, melting in your grasp with each new lick, with each new grope, with each new patch of skin glazed with slick spittle. He rewards you with tender pats and ear rubs, smooth caresses that shower your neurons with diluted ecstasy.
FIX: "Slower, Donut.
Suggestion: undiluted ecstasy.
21 - Sex -> Ball Worship - His words disappear in a whorish moan as you resume your intense worshiping. Grimald hisses and whines as you practically devour his nuts,, sucking large amounts of salty ballflesh into your mouth while you fit another couple of fingers up his butt and squeeze more fresh cream out with each new, intense rub.
FIX: nuts, sucking
22 - Sex -> Ball Worship -> Drink - You and the femboy harpy kiss under its bulging tip, like lovers under a vibrant branch of mistletoe. Unable to withstand your rabid, nipping smooches and the pressure of his painted lips, the overfilled pink chalice tears. Sticky waves of pearlescent saltiness trickles down your forehead, nose, and cheeks, splattering your skin with a delicious potency. tits squished against Grimald’s chest, you sloppily smooch and slurp the slick mess coating your features.
FIX: potency. Tits
23 - Sex -> Ball Worship -> Drink - Long minutes of intense slobbering later, you share one last, snowballing kiss before sinking into his colorful sheets. Grimald leaves you for a couple of minutes before bringing back a couple of smoldering mugs of hot chocolate. “Be careful Donut: it’s very hot and sweet. You might catch diabetes just by snuggling with me,” he teases.
FIX: careful, Donut:
24 - Sex -> Ball Worship -> Don't - “No thanks. I wouldn’t want you to starve,” you tease.
Grimald giggles. “Alright. There’s mugs and cocoa powder to make hot chocolate in the kitchen if you need a drink. I’ll prepare the bed for cuddles,” he whispers, playing with his neon pink condom.
FIX: "No, thanks.
25 - Sex -> Get Fucked - “Be careful Donut. I’m very weak down there.”
Oh really? You blow him a kiss before plaping his taut balls. Stars, they are so ripe and full, almost bursting in your hands as you rub and fondle them! The half-anat gasps softly as thick rivulets of pre spur from his mast. Slowly but surely, his perfume, sweaty body, and musky smells batter your sanity. Loaded, exotic particles conquer your nostrils with a sublime bouquet. Listening to your low urges, you smother the generous cum canisters, almost sinking into tides of caramel plushness. You lap them greedily, filling your mouth with their pungent saltiness.
His balls are just perfect. You can’t get enough of them. Lick by lick, peck by peck, you savor their delicious plumpness. You can feel them slosh and quiver against your juicy lips and tongue, almost ready to splatter your face with fresh alabaster. Your lovely boy gently pats and caresses your head and cheeks, rewarding you with his smooth touch. The more pearlescent pre spurs from his tip, the harder it becomes to resist his throbbing rod. His nubby shaft looks so wide from here, so stiff, so tasty.
FIX 1: careful, Donut.
FIX 2: palping
FIX 3: spurt
FIX 4: spurts
26 - Sex -> Get Fucked - You foam and whine as his rubbery nubs caress your gullet, subduing your senses and suffocating you with his sultry taste and mild thrusts. His pinned hips barely move, but each inch bulging your windpipe showers your mind with raw ecstasy. He might not have a very long dick, but it easily ravishes you just as well as a massive bitchbreaker — if not more. Everything feels so hot and fuzzy around you; a debilitating climate that forces you to gobbles and suckles it faster, harder, and messier.
“Good girl. If you kiss my base, I’ll fuck you silly,” he promises
FIX 1: gobble and suckle
FIX 2: promises.
27 - Sex -> Dominate Him - The soft stormguard steals a kiss before sliding out of the bed and reaching for his drawer. He recovers a small box from it and places it in front of you. He kneels next to you, waiting for you to determine his fate. You open the metallic case, discovering his ‘treasures”: a pair of high tech mitts, a bottle of lube, a jeweled buttplug with a remote, a chastity cage, and a spanking paddle.
FIX 1: "treasures":
FIX 2: bejeweled
28 - Sex -> Dominate Him - “C-C-C-Cold,” he whispers as you stroke him up – or rather, down. His half-erect cock goes flaccid, retracting under your intense touch. As soon as his boyclitty is deflated enough, you fit the snug metal over his glans and fasten the in-built cockrings around his base and balls. You seal it tightly, checking on your flustered boy before closing the padlock; you don’t want him to faint or have a blood flow down there. Once locked, you take the key and place it in the box before on to the lube and buttplug.
FIX 1: blood clot
FIX 2: before moving on
29 - Sex -> Dominate Him - “No Mistress,” he weakly replies. Unfortunately for the half-breed, his booty betrays him and lets the toy slightly slip out before sucking it back in at the last moment.
FIX: "No, Mistress,"
30 - Sex -> Dominate Him - Your little fucktoy raises his rump high, giving you a slutty closeup to his cute, decorated rear. Stars, you can’t wait to make it ripple! Without a warning, your palm falls on his cheeks. The soft femboy hisses as a searing warmth tenderizes his sensitive assets. A few bubbles of crystal pleasure leak from his tip. “You like that, don’t you?”
He nods. “Yes Mistress.”
FIX: "Yes, Mistress."
31 - Sex -> Dominate Him - When his caramel ass looks like a glazed, strawberry cake, you give him a soft fondle and lean close. “You promise to be a good boy now?”
The caged bird nods. “Yes Mistress. I’ll behave.”
FIX: "Yes, Mistress.
32 - Sex -> Dominate Him -> Heat Play - The cheeky bird smiles. “A magician never reveals his secrets. Now, relax Mistress. Let me show you what real pleasure is.”
FIX: Now, relax, Mistress.
33 - Sex -> Dominate Him -> Heat Play - Completely drunk on your smell, the intoxicated lovebird weakly resumes his pleasant rubs and wet pecks. Even in lust-addled state, he sloppily worships your drooly pussy. He doesn’t spend a second without his mouth full, massaging you with his glossy lips and hot fingers as if his life was at stake.
FIX: Even in a lust-addled state,
34 - Sex -> Dominate Him -> Heat Play - “Hush sweetie. I’ll take care of you now.”
You reach for the padlock’s key and free his constrained manhood from his gilded prison. His flaccid cock spurs a couple more salty beads as it finally breaks free. You then gently remove the heavy plug from his ass.
FIX 1: "Hush, sweetie.
FIX 2: spurts
35 - Sex -> Dominate Him -> Eat His Ass - “Ready to cum hands free?” you ask.
“Yes Mistress,” he whispers, biting the pillow.
Without further ado, you yank the sextoy ou. His caged cock leaks big rivulets and his poor balls tense in your warm hand as his colon tightens back.
FIX 1: "Yes, Mistress,"
FIX 2: out.
36 - Sex -> Dominate Him -> Eat His Ass - Each caress milks a new, fat alabaster rope out of his caged cock. He’s a mere puppet in your hands: a sugary chew toy that moans, whimpers, and squirms, overwhelmed by raw pleasure and aching ecstasy. He’s melting in your grasp, sinking into the sheets and pillows while you kiss and lick his tendermost spots.
“Please, harder Mistress. I’m gonn-!”
FIX 1: most tender or tenderest
FIX 2: "Please, harder, Mistress.
37 - Sex -> Dominate Him -> Eat His Ass - With a last prostate-poking slurp, Grimald finally climaxes. His pucker and balls twitch madly as his caged cock shoots load after load of impotent alabaster onto the sheets. He whines and squirm, his entire body shaken by joyful waves.
FIX: squirms,
38 - Sex -> Dominate Him -> Eat His Ass - “Hush sweetie. Let me pamper you.”
FIX: "Hush, sweetie.
39 - Sex -> Fuck Him - Well, if that’s what he wants, it’d be cruel to refuse him. Without a warning, you pump your voluptuous hips forward, feeding him your luminous crown. His lips instinctively pucker, molding around your girth. He gulps it down like a champ, savoring how your mast stretches his jaws between two devoted licks. The cheeky avian closes his eyes and let you fuck his face, gliding up and down your length like a good little cocksucker.
FIX: lets
40 - Sex -> Fuck Him - You can feel his grapefruit-sized balls tense with each of your wet pokes. It takes you a couple of tries to find his prostate. His rubber-clad cock bucks hotly and his entire body quakes whenever you probe his tendermost spot. The poor parrot melts in your grasp, gasping breathlessly with each of your fiendish laps and devilish kisses. If you continue on like this, you could make him cum just from eating his ass and squeezing his taut balls, but fortunately for him, you’ve got other plans. Plans that involve your spit-shined girth and a liberal amounts of hip-clapping thrusts.
FIX 1: most tender or tenderest
FIX 2: and liberal
41 - Sex -> Fuck Him - How can you refuse such an angelic imp? You hold him closer, pressing your jugs against his back before resuming your paced treatment. The harder you plunder his rear, the deeper your pride wetly slides inside him. His stretched muscles continue to massage you no matter how fast and uneven your thrusts become. Rivulets of sweat drip from your forehead while and girl-cum trickles from your cunt as you milk more and more slick bubbles out of him. His bubblegum condom swells, its rubbery walls becoming thinner and thinner the more creamy, near-alabaster inflates its tank.
FIX: Some text is missing here from the sentence. Maybe this is a bug?
Suggestion: creamy, near-alabaster (cum, seed, fluid, etc.)
42 - Sex -> Fuck Him - After several minutes of unrestrained breeding, you bottom out inside him, making his bountiful backside wobble madly with each new hip-clapping thrust. Liberal amounts of girl-cum leak from your drooly cunt as you ravish Grimald’s love tunnel. You don’t leave him a second of respite. Your shaft batters his prostate, squeezing thickly pearlescent droplets out of his tense balls.
FIX: thick, pearlescent
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Typos and errors are set in red within the problem text like so: [ typo or error ]
'FIX:' My suggestion(s) on how to fix the problem, if possible.
The save file for the character that I used in all scenes and interactions is attached for your convenience.1 - Intro - You step closer to the young man. The fluffy avian tilts his head. Maybe he’s trying to remember your face.
“Hello sir?”
“Grimald. Grimald Kuhatl, of the third recon team. And you are?”
FIX: "Hello, sir?"
2 - Intro - The young man shakes his head. “I really like the snow. And besides, I must be ready for an emergency rescue,” he says, looking at an old transport shuttle repurposed into an armored hovervan. “I can fetch you some hot chocolate if you want. I’ll be standing here for the rest of my shift so I’d rather not see you freeze to death.
FIX: Quote missing at the end of the paragraph.
3 - Repeat Intro - You casually approach Grimald. The avian femboy smiles, pouring you a mug of hot chocolate.
“How are you today Donut?”
“A bit cold, but otherwise fine,” you answer, taking the steamy hot cup in hand. “Has anything interesting happened since my last visit?”
FIX: today, Donut?"
4 - Appearance - There’s a small bulge in his arctic pants, either he’s cold down there or he isn’t well-endowed. Last but not least, he’s got a pucker between his bouncy cheeks, right where it belongs.
FIX: pants; either
5 - Appearance (after having sex with him once) - Down below, he’s got a six inch long cock lined with soft nubs to better please his partners. His taut, grapefruit-sized balls fill most of his pants’ bulge with their opulent firmness Last but not least, he’s got a whorish donut between his bouncy cheeks, right where it belongs.
FIX: firmness. Last
6 - Talk -> Himself - “Yes, half-anat, half-human. A very fluffy boy if you will,” he teases, waddling in his thick, stuffed parka. “My parents met near the radio tower, in the middle of a tribal truce. A truce that turned into a brawl. A drunk milodan chief presumably punched a korgonne envoy who then fell onto my Mom and shit hit the fan. In the blink of an eye, everyone was involved in the medley: Mom’s squad, Dad’s colleagues, locals goons; absolutely everyone had a part in this deluge of unrestrained violence. My parents ended up back-to-back, surrendered by enraged korgonnes, with only a depowered thunder lance and a brutish goad left. According to Mom, it was a nice challenge. As for Dad, it was the closest he was to dying. It was supposed to be a mundane peace agreement between the Camarilla and the western tribes, and it turned crazy.”
FIX 1: local
FIX 2: Change 'surrendered' to 'surrounded'
7 - Talk -> Himself - I bet it’s like driving a massive hovertank that’s as deft, fast, and agile as an eagle. At least Sloan lets me ride her kor’dilak when she’s in town. He’s so big and fluffy, a giant teddy bear like his mistress. I’ll try to tame one the next time she invites us to her place.”
FIX: kor'diiak
8 - Talk -> Job - Since we couldn’t afford to lose what little armor-piercing capabilities the fleet had, I continued to fight with a growing ache in my hands, firing my ordnance in the hope of crippling them with a direct hit to a reactor or thruster. Luckily for us, a patrolling fleet arrived in the system at the right moment.”
FIX: No quotation mark needed at the end of the paragraph due to this being a multi-paragraph quote.
9 - Talk -> Job - Did he have to operate somebody on the glacier?
FIX: operate on
10 - Talk -> Job - Grimald nods. “Once. The alpha team was greatly injured and needed to be evacuated immediately. It was dark and the blizzard was dense. They didn’t realize they were into kordi-lak hunting grounds before the mighty beasts surrounded them. No matter how strong and tough you are, you are no match against an ursus gigantus — let alone eight of them.”
“Two stormguards, Ymgir and Fjoor, were in pretty bad shape. The alien bears focused on them because they were the shortest and bulkiest of the squad. The former, a dwarfish huskar, needed oxygen after one of the apex predators collapsed on him while his gigantic companion took the worst of their punishment defending him. To this day, I don’t know how we managed to lift the kor’dilak off Ymgir, let alone stabilize Fjorr. I only remember red blotches and my racing breaths turning into wet clouds. It took us an hour of desperate work to be able to move him back to the ship. Nobody in the medical team slept until they both awakened in the dispensary. It’s a miracle they got away with just a few scars and broken bones.”
FIX 1: kor'diiak
FIX 2: No quotation mark needed at the end of the paragraph due to this being a multi-paragraph quote.
FIX 3: kor'diiak
FIX 4: Fjoor. (or is this Fjorr?)
11 - Talk -> Job - “S-Sure,” Grimald replies, blushing slightly. “I’ve still room to improve but even I was surprised I could perform so well under pressure. My arms might be mostly artificial, but the work they can do is genuine.”
Suggestion: Change "I've still room to improve" to "I still have room to improve" or perhaps "I've still got room to improve"
12 - Talk -> Uveto - “No no no no. Fucking a delirious patient is out of question. We’ve got chill pills for preventive treatment and lucinite restraints for the most heat-addled minds. Nothing like a cool touch to quench the wildest of fires.
FIX: out of the question.
13 - Talk -> Uveto - “North-west of here, there’s a big, natural slope. Everyone from kids to old ones go there to ski, surf, and glide down the snowy canyon. There’s three tracks available: an easy one for beginners, an intermediate for seasoned riders, and a pro side for the bravest souls. It’s been a while since I went there, but I’d gladly take a free day to go there with a special someone.”
FIX: "Northwest
14 - Leave - Their gruff leader turns to face you. “That’s what I’d like to know, M’Lady.”
Grimald sights and reaches for a green pill in his pockets. “You drank a Frisky Dingo, didn’t you?”
The dark-furred lupine nods. “We first got some mead, then peanuts, and a Frisky, but he’s the only one in this state.”
FIX: sighs
15 - Leave - The feathery boy sighs. “No respite for the brave.”
What’s a ten forty-three?” you ask.
“Milodan and korgonne infighting, nothing dire else it’d be an eight twelve.”
FIX 1: "What’s
FIX 2: Steele's question is not italicized.
16 - Sex - Grimald blushes softly. “I’d love to, but I need to make a quick call first. My colleagues could need me,” he says, reaching for a compact Qcommunicator. “Horvil, I’ve got a code sixty-three nineteen.”
“Roger. Recon team one is home so you can go back to your nest. Have fun birdie.”
FIX: Have fun, birdie."
17 - Sex - Grimald claps, his cheeks burning with a telltale blush. “Stars, you are so stunning Donut. Now, it’s my turn.”
FIX: stunning, Donut.
18 - Sex - Not willing to edge you any longer, Grimald makes a final cutesy, fanning his winged arms and orange feathers before joining you on the bed. His painted lips eagerly find yours, giving you the most fabulous of Grande Finales.
Suggestion: a final cutesy gesture, fanning
19 - Sex -> 'Get Fucked' tool-tip - Let him plunder you into the sheets
FIX: sheets.
20 - Sex -> Ball Worship - You can’t sample any of it through the skintight fabric, but you can easily imagine how thick, how sticky, how virile it must be. You can’t wait to feel it on your tan skin.
“Slower Donut. I can’t keep up with you.”
Well, if he wants it slower, he’ll have to trade something for it. You leave him some respite, praising him less like a whorish imp and more like a sublime bride kissing her spouse at the altar. Your gentler ministrations help the little birdie relax and enjoy your wet slurps and audible pecks. Grimald coos, melting in your grasp with each new lick, with each new grope, with each new patch of skin glazed with slick spittle. He rewards you with tender pats and ear rubs, smooth caresses that shower your neurons with diluted ecstasy.
FIX: "Slower, Donut.
Suggestion: undiluted ecstasy.
21 - Sex -> Ball Worship - His words disappear in a whorish moan as you resume your intense worshiping. Grimald hisses and whines as you practically devour his nuts,, sucking large amounts of salty ballflesh into your mouth while you fit another couple of fingers up his butt and squeeze more fresh cream out with each new, intense rub.
FIX: nuts, sucking
22 - Sex -> Ball Worship -> Drink - You and the femboy harpy kiss under its bulging tip, like lovers under a vibrant branch of mistletoe. Unable to withstand your rabid, nipping smooches and the pressure of his painted lips, the overfilled pink chalice tears. Sticky waves of pearlescent saltiness trickles down your forehead, nose, and cheeks, splattering your skin with a delicious potency. tits squished against Grimald’s chest, you sloppily smooch and slurp the slick mess coating your features.
FIX: potency. Tits
23 - Sex -> Ball Worship -> Drink - Long minutes of intense slobbering later, you share one last, snowballing kiss before sinking into his colorful sheets. Grimald leaves you for a couple of minutes before bringing back a couple of smoldering mugs of hot chocolate. “Be careful Donut: it’s very hot and sweet. You might catch diabetes just by snuggling with me,” he teases.
FIX: careful, Donut:
24 - Sex -> Ball Worship -> Don't - “No thanks. I wouldn’t want you to starve,” you tease.
Grimald giggles. “Alright. There’s mugs and cocoa powder to make hot chocolate in the kitchen if you need a drink. I’ll prepare the bed for cuddles,” he whispers, playing with his neon pink condom.
FIX: "No, thanks.
25 - Sex -> Get Fucked - “Be careful Donut. I’m very weak down there.”
Oh really? You blow him a kiss before plaping his taut balls. Stars, they are so ripe and full, almost bursting in your hands as you rub and fondle them! The half-anat gasps softly as thick rivulets of pre spur from his mast. Slowly but surely, his perfume, sweaty body, and musky smells batter your sanity. Loaded, exotic particles conquer your nostrils with a sublime bouquet. Listening to your low urges, you smother the generous cum canisters, almost sinking into tides of caramel plushness. You lap them greedily, filling your mouth with their pungent saltiness.
His balls are just perfect. You can’t get enough of them. Lick by lick, peck by peck, you savor their delicious plumpness. You can feel them slosh and quiver against your juicy lips and tongue, almost ready to splatter your face with fresh alabaster. Your lovely boy gently pats and caresses your head and cheeks, rewarding you with his smooth touch. The more pearlescent pre spurs from his tip, the harder it becomes to resist his throbbing rod. His nubby shaft looks so wide from here, so stiff, so tasty.
FIX 1: careful, Donut.
FIX 2: palping
FIX 3: spurt
FIX 4: spurts
26 - Sex -> Get Fucked - You foam and whine as his rubbery nubs caress your gullet, subduing your senses and suffocating you with his sultry taste and mild thrusts. His pinned hips barely move, but each inch bulging your windpipe showers your mind with raw ecstasy. He might not have a very long dick, but it easily ravishes you just as well as a massive bitchbreaker — if not more. Everything feels so hot and fuzzy around you; a debilitating climate that forces you to gobbles and suckles it faster, harder, and messier.
“Good girl. If you kiss my base, I’ll fuck you silly,” he promises
FIX 1: gobble and suckle
FIX 2: promises.
27 - Sex -> Dominate Him - The soft stormguard steals a kiss before sliding out of the bed and reaching for his drawer. He recovers a small box from it and places it in front of you. He kneels next to you, waiting for you to determine his fate. You open the metallic case, discovering his ‘treasures”: a pair of high tech mitts, a bottle of lube, a jeweled buttplug with a remote, a chastity cage, and a spanking paddle.
FIX 1: "treasures":
FIX 2: bejeweled
28 - Sex -> Dominate Him - “C-C-C-Cold,” he whispers as you stroke him up – or rather, down. His half-erect cock goes flaccid, retracting under your intense touch. As soon as his boyclitty is deflated enough, you fit the snug metal over his glans and fasten the in-built cockrings around his base and balls. You seal it tightly, checking on your flustered boy before closing the padlock; you don’t want him to faint or have a blood flow down there. Once locked, you take the key and place it in the box before on to the lube and buttplug.
FIX 1: blood clot
FIX 2: before moving on
29 - Sex -> Dominate Him - “No Mistress,” he weakly replies. Unfortunately for the half-breed, his booty betrays him and lets the toy slightly slip out before sucking it back in at the last moment.
FIX: "No, Mistress,"
30 - Sex -> Dominate Him - Your little fucktoy raises his rump high, giving you a slutty closeup to his cute, decorated rear. Stars, you can’t wait to make it ripple! Without a warning, your palm falls on his cheeks. The soft femboy hisses as a searing warmth tenderizes his sensitive assets. A few bubbles of crystal pleasure leak from his tip. “You like that, don’t you?”
He nods. “Yes Mistress.”
FIX: "Yes, Mistress."
31 - Sex -> Dominate Him - When his caramel ass looks like a glazed, strawberry cake, you give him a soft fondle and lean close. “You promise to be a good boy now?”
The caged bird nods. “Yes Mistress. I’ll behave.”
FIX: "Yes, Mistress.
32 - Sex -> Dominate Him -> Heat Play - The cheeky bird smiles. “A magician never reveals his secrets. Now, relax Mistress. Let me show you what real pleasure is.”
FIX: Now, relax, Mistress.
33 - Sex -> Dominate Him -> Heat Play - Completely drunk on your smell, the intoxicated lovebird weakly resumes his pleasant rubs and wet pecks. Even in lust-addled state, he sloppily worships your drooly pussy. He doesn’t spend a second without his mouth full, massaging you with his glossy lips and hot fingers as if his life was at stake.
FIX: Even in a lust-addled state,
34 - Sex -> Dominate Him -> Heat Play - “Hush sweetie. I’ll take care of you now.”
You reach for the padlock’s key and free his constrained manhood from his gilded prison. His flaccid cock spurs a couple more salty beads as it finally breaks free. You then gently remove the heavy plug from his ass.
FIX 1: "Hush, sweetie.
FIX 2: spurts
35 - Sex -> Dominate Him -> Eat His Ass - “Ready to cum hands free?” you ask.
“Yes Mistress,” he whispers, biting the pillow.
Without further ado, you yank the sextoy ou. His caged cock leaks big rivulets and his poor balls tense in your warm hand as his colon tightens back.
FIX 1: "Yes, Mistress,"
FIX 2: out.
36 - Sex -> Dominate Him -> Eat His Ass - Each caress milks a new, fat alabaster rope out of his caged cock. He’s a mere puppet in your hands: a sugary chew toy that moans, whimpers, and squirms, overwhelmed by raw pleasure and aching ecstasy. He’s melting in your grasp, sinking into the sheets and pillows while you kiss and lick his tendermost spots.
“Please, harder Mistress. I’m gonn-!”
FIX 1: most tender or tenderest
FIX 2: "Please, harder, Mistress.
37 - Sex -> Dominate Him -> Eat His Ass - With a last prostate-poking slurp, Grimald finally climaxes. His pucker and balls twitch madly as his caged cock shoots load after load of impotent alabaster onto the sheets. He whines and squirm, his entire body shaken by joyful waves.
FIX: squirms,
38 - Sex -> Dominate Him -> Eat His Ass - “Hush sweetie. Let me pamper you.”
FIX: "Hush, sweetie.
39 - Sex -> Fuck Him - Well, if that’s what he wants, it’d be cruel to refuse him. Without a warning, you pump your voluptuous hips forward, feeding him your luminous crown. His lips instinctively pucker, molding around your girth. He gulps it down like a champ, savoring how your mast stretches his jaws between two devoted licks. The cheeky avian closes his eyes and let you fuck his face, gliding up and down your length like a good little cocksucker.
FIX: lets
40 - Sex -> Fuck Him - You can feel his grapefruit-sized balls tense with each of your wet pokes. It takes you a couple of tries to find his prostate. His rubber-clad cock bucks hotly and his entire body quakes whenever you probe his tendermost spot. The poor parrot melts in your grasp, gasping breathlessly with each of your fiendish laps and devilish kisses. If you continue on like this, you could make him cum just from eating his ass and squeezing his taut balls, but fortunately for him, you’ve got other plans. Plans that involve your spit-shined girth and a liberal amounts of hip-clapping thrusts.
FIX 1: most tender or tenderest
FIX 2: and liberal
41 - Sex -> Fuck Him - How can you refuse such an angelic imp? You hold him closer, pressing your jugs against his back before resuming your paced treatment. The harder you plunder his rear, the deeper your pride wetly slides inside him. His stretched muscles continue to massage you no matter how fast and uneven your thrusts become. Rivulets of sweat drip from your forehead while and girl-cum trickles from your cunt as you milk more and more slick bubbles out of him. His bubblegum condom swells, its rubbery walls becoming thinner and thinner the more creamy, near-alabaster inflates its tank.
FIX: Some text is missing here from the sentence. Maybe this is a bug?
Suggestion: creamy, near-alabaster (cum, seed, fluid, etc.)
42 - Sex -> Fuck Him - After several minutes of unrestrained breeding, you bottom out inside him, making his bountiful backside wobble madly with each new hip-clapping thrust. Liberal amounts of girl-cum leak from your drooly cunt as you ravish Grimald’s love tunnel. You don’t leave him a second of respite. Your shaft batters his prostate, squeezing thickly pearlescent droplets out of his tense balls.
FIX: thick, pearlescent