You know there's a search box at the top of the page, right? A search for Raizel turned up this.Who is Raizel? The wiki and google show nothing
You know there's a search box at the top of the page, right? A search for Raizel turned up this.Who is Raizel? The wiki and google show nothing
It wasn't my intention to be condescending, English isn't my native language. I apologize. I just tried to explain how I found out who Raizel is.Ask an innocent question and not get condescending replies challenge: Impossible
Not so long ago, you learned how to summon eldritch, otherworldly, grasping tentacles from a circle on the ground. You’ve gotten pretty good at it, actually: you’re able to do it quickly and accurately enough to use the spell in the heat of combat.
And that’s what that spell is: a combat spell. Something you use on enemies. Something meant to inhibit your foes to make them vulnerable. It’s not something to use for recreation; it’s something you use when straits are dire and action is necessary.
[pc.isBimbo|But, heck, who are you kidding? Looking at those tentacles, jet black and inky and dripping with some sort of tar-like fluid – they’re very phallic, and prehensile, and they come with their own lube! And you’re not against a bit of bondage. Bonding <b>yourself</b> tends to be a bit less fun, but the tentacles have a little bit of a mind of their own, so if you summon them and instruct them to fuck you, they’d probably do it, and they’d come up with their own way to do it.
Okay, [pc.name], calm down. You haven’t done the thing yet. You don’t even know if it’ll work. One step at a time, [pc.boyGirl]…|… But, really. The thoughts have been intrusive. You’ve seen the way they grip onto your opponents; the way they’re inky-black ‘skin’ drips with a tar-like lubricant. Their phallic shapes, their prehensility, the way they’re mostly autonomous. You’ve never seen their length limits. Maybe they don’t have any. Maybe they just extend infinitely into the plane you’ve summoned them from.
You’re only mortal. Your blood is red and hot. The spell is offensive in nature and all, but you’re not going to pretend that you’re made of stone. You had the idea, and just… you have to know. You <b>have</b> to know if it’ll work.]
The pressure is tight, but not painful: you feel them heft and compress the girls as they tighten, making them flex and surge, and then they relax, letting your boobs set back into place[pc.cupRange flat D||. There’s a whole lot of tit for them to play with, and they each need more and more slack to squeeze you properly; each boob is treated to a full massage, from where they meet your chest to their very caps]. The way they touch you reminds you more of a tentative, nervous lover that’s overcompensating than a set of supposedly-mindless appendages. You asked for a lighter touch, and that’s what you’re getting.
Both of them find your [pc.nipples]; the left one before the right one. The very tips of the tentacles are thin and dexterous, like fingers; they rub in slow, gentle circles, guiding the erect nubs this way and that with their friction. The sensation is electric enough to make you lunge in their grip and bite into your lower lip without being overbearing – and <b>then</b>, to your surprise, the tip of the slimy, ink-black tentacles widen, just enough to engulf the caps and apply suction. They squeeze, they prod, and now, they suck: the openings apply pressure and suction on your nipples the same way a lover’s lips would[pc.isLactating|.
You moan as you feel your [pc.milk] coax from your boobs, guided from you with the gentle-yet-insistent motions of the tentacles. The kneading, the sucking, the synchronization – it’s better than any set of hands could achieve. You look down at your own [pc.chest], each boob hidden behind an undulating wall of black flesh, and you wonder, briefly, where the milk is even going. With every gush, you watch the tentacles pulse, ripple, and <b>swallow</b>, your milk vanishing down their lengths and into the pit they’ve been summoned from. You wonder if they can taste, too].]
And if that wasn’t message enough, the second tentacle in your mouth, the one that draped over your shoulders for support, changes its mind: instead, it wriggles a bit without leaving your mouth, lifting its muscled flesh to coil around your head and draping over your eyes, shutting out the light. Its skin – if it <b>is</b> skin – is smooth like glass, and the inky-black fluid doesn’t sting and isn’t too hard or cold… but the point is, you can’t see. You had no control over what happened next, and now, you don’t even get to see it.
Despite the lack of agency, though, there’s no part of you that’s in pain. Even the initial penetration into your [pc.asshole] was smooth as could be, with their shape and natural lubricant. The tentacles are intense, unforgiving, and they take what they want from you without remorse – but nothing hurts. Your mouth is strained wide, but you stretch it wider whenever you yawn[pc.hasVagina|. The one slamming into your pussy is going hard and fast enough that you can hear the wet plapping of its writhing flesh against your hips with every inward thrust, but that’s exactly what you <b>wanted</b>]. You’ll be stiff later, for sure, but right now…
Right now… this is [pc.isBimbo|<b>awesome</b>|bliss]. It’s everything you wanted when you summoned the tentacles in the first place.
Oh God, there’s something inside of you.
You’ve been feeling it for a while, and you’ve [tenties.pregHistory|been trying to deny the truth to yourself since the start: you had summoned tentacles from a different dimension for some play time, and, somehow, they managed to inseminate you. <b>You’ve been pregnant with tentacles for some time.</b>
What was initially an odd feeling in your gut that you passed as stubborn gas at best and food poisoning at worst, has escalated to something living, <b>moving</b>, in your womb. You can feel the individual tentacles shuffling about inside of you, grinding against the inside of your skin as it shuffles to get more comfortable. It wasn't persistent gas; it was a living fucking thing gestating inside you.
And…
And it’s time.
I'm still freelance, meaning I can write for either project. CoC2 is just much more stable. That, and I prefer fantasy over sci-fi.I've been wondering B, i was recently doing a headcount for the current active writers for Trials and CoC 2 out of curiosity and knowing you to be one of the most consistent and hard working authors i wanted to ask if you're (like Wsan) exclusively for CoC 2 now? FYI i prefer CoC 2 over trials especially these days, the work ethic and consistent content is unmatched not to mention the amazing writers that keep the wheel spinning!
Please if you're able to, make it soo that eitan, could be turned into a futa amazon, to mirror his mom.Hi! Sorry for being absent.
I wrote a 16,000 word project for Corruption Of Champions 2 where you summon tentacles from a portal in the ground, and then they fuck you. This has two scenes: one is nice and slow, the other is Typical Friday Night Hentai hard and fast. Also, if you have a viable vagina, the tentacles can knock you up and then you can give birth to your own tentacle beast to unleash on an unready and unsuspecting world.
This project is complete! This was a nice cooldown after the development hell that was Raizel: easy, mindless sex with a bunch of living ropes, no character development necessary and minimal mechanics to worry about. You can read the full thing on my Patreon: https://patreon.com/TheLetterB
I'm still freelance, meaning I can write for either project. CoC2 is just much more stable. That, and I prefer fantasy over sci-fi.
That said, there are projects that I'd love to expand on for TiTS, namely, Frosty, Eitan, Nenne, especially Azariah. Frosty is about done, lore-wise - I'm not sure how much more I can fill her story out, but there's always time for more dragon sex.
No hate to Astraea but I hold no warmth for herRaizel's been done for a little while. I know I didn't give an update on her but all she needed since the last content update was an editing pass, and then she was good to submit. She's even skipped the review queue and was put straight into R2C.
As for what I'd like to write: both the Coastlands and Tychris are on the short list of upcoming locations, so this is the perfect time to take one of two projects: either Astraea, or, I had an idea for a shark character for a while now and putting her on a beach would be the perfect time to write her.
I don't think I'd call Astraea "mate" material, so... no, not reallyThere are a chance we see a real salamander mate in the futur? not a simple random encounter like Vitra but a true mate like aileh or something else? (futa prehaps^^). Or prehaps a lizardfolk (we never have it to mate truly^^).
Sorry, I came off too apatheticShe's getting better though
That's okay, she has plenty of fans elsewhere, haha
I don't think I'd call Astraea "mate" material, so... no, not really
CorrectI think it's just the art style and the artists imagining of the character that probably puts you off
Don't really blame you, it's not my favorite bust either. I dunno, I'm not really big on Anon's art style in general either. I like the Agni bust they did, but that's the only one.Correct
presses against glass Yes, I would like to continue the trend of multiple busts for stages of preg.just a question^^. can we see someday a bust for Lyric pregnant?^^
I mean yeah, she looks exactly like what you just described: a walking corpseidk, Anon drew her exactly the way I wanted her. She has pale skin with the black veins and white hair because Matiha sucked the magic out of her and nearly killed her, but the black veins are receding and her hair as red roots to show that she's recovering. I'd just give Moira the same instructions.
Besides, I once asked Savin if he wanted Moira to redraw her, and he said no because he also likes Anon's bust.
just a question^^. can we see someday a bust for Lyric pregnant?^^
Probably not, but Discord user Bumblenbees made this a few years agopresses against glass Yes, I would like to continue the trend of multiple busts for stages of preg.
Even with sicko mode off, a bust for holding egg in the nursery would be heart-warming.

This may come as a surprise, but I want people to like me and my work, haha. And I don't mind people coming into my thread and saying "hey, this wasn't content I was expecting, is there a way to change its approach or its signpost". It happened with Oma and Raizel. Part of the artistic process is taking feedback into account to try and make the next thing better. Hopefully, the note to the coders asking to display Lyric's full sex menu so you can pound them even when they're all jacked up on dragon hormones will be enough.
Gotta take this opportunity to shoot my shot here:
Oma's Fanily Roleplay scene - It's seriously good stuff, very unique kink-wise for this game and honestly probably the single hottest scene in the game...
right until it gets to the paragraphs of unexpected ass-eating. That honestly ruined the whole thing for me because, y'know, "that's where poop comes from". Especially when you've got two ladies with perfectly fine tits and pussies right there, suddenly eating ass just seems like such a non-sequitur to me.
Would you consider making any changes to this? Wouldn't need to be anything fancy, I'd already be happy with just branching off into the scene's outro.
“Sorry to make you wait, [pc.name],” she says warmly[pc.heightRange 0 84|, bending over to meet you at your level]. She brushes a lock of her silvery hair from her eyes as they narrow into crescents. From the look she’s giving you, you’d think she’d been waiting all day for this moment. “I’m glad to finally see you here in Tychris. I hope the journey wasn’t too difficult?”
It wasn’t any harder than any other journey you’ve had.
“I’m glad to hear that,” she says, taking in your words like they were candy. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve been taking the liberties of [ast.1ns|fluffing|inflating] your reputation after what you did for us with Matiha. Everyone in the palace knows [ast.1ns|how… <b>skilled</b> you are.”
Her choices in words aren’t lost on you.|just how far you went – and what you did when two of Nareva’s finest had failed.”
She keeps talking you up, [pc.isDK|and you see an opportunity to [silly|humblebrag|fish for more of her fluffing]: you were just being a good Samaritan. Anyone would have done what you did|but, really, you didn’t do anything that anyone else in your position would have done].
Astraea laughs, snorting through her nose derisively. “No, actually, most people <b>wouldn’t</b> have marched into a witch’s teleporting tower inside a reality-between-spaces after two of the best magehunters in the business had failed.” Her hand goes to your chin – and she flicks it with her finger. “You need to be more prideful sometimes, [pc.name]. I do that stuff for a living, and I failed. If I were you, I would never shut the fuck up about it.”]
With your reputation apparently preceding you, you suppose it’s a good thing you found Astraea when you did.
“I’ll say,” she says, her mouth crooking into a sly grin. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the other girls can’t keep their hands off a <b>specimen</b> like you once they see you.”
“Sorry that my room isn’t much,” she admits sheepishly. Her mouth crooks into a grimace and her eyes break from yours to roam around her living space. “I’ll be the first to admit that this isn’t where the party starts.”
From the stories she told you, you got the impression that the party started wherever she was. You don’t fault her for not keeping her own room open to distractions.
“Maybe once upon a time,” she says, raising her right hand, fingers flexed. Seeing her arm without its armor or gauntlet – just naked skin, bulging with muscle, with black spider-webs pulsing underneath her skin – is quite the sight. She bends each of her digits, [pc.isMage|and you feel the miasma wisp around you as she attempts to summon magic from the ether… but nothing happens. Her attempt at using magic, in any shape or form, has failed yet again.|and… nothing happens. You feel like something should have happened. You’re not a mage or anything, but you didn’t even feel the air stir. If she’s trying to use magic, then this display is worse than in the infirmary.] “Not so much anymore. Not unless the ‘party’ involves me as I am now.”
Your eyes trail along her explosive limbs and down the immaculate ridges of her abs. There’s a bulge jutting from her crotch that even her loose kilt couldn’t hope to fully conceal. You dryly say that there must not be much change, then.
“You’d be surprised,” she says with a huff. “But you’re not here to listen to me complain about my turbulent sex life.”
You’re not?
“Aren’t you?”
That’s up to you.
There’s an awkward pause between you two before she snorts, choking back a laugh. “Let’s start over,” she says, motioning to her chair. “Have a seat! Would you like something from the kitchen? I can call the palace’s maids with a pull of the string and have them get us anything we need.”
You accept her invitation to sit. Attached to the desk you’re sitting at is a rope, its circumference about half the width of your palm, with the rope disappearing into the wall. [pc.bg courtesan noblescion|A call bell, you recognize. Astraea really <b>is</b> getting the royal treatment here.|That must be the ‘string’ that she mentioned. You wonder how it works.]
Astraea sits on the bed in front of you. The poor thing sags almost cleanly in half at her weight, clearly designed for someone less than half her size. Her hands pitter-pat on her rock-solid knees and her mouth curls into a giddy, excited grin as she waits for you.
Gonna be real: no, I'm not going to go through one of Oma's sex scenes to change one thing because I got one complaint. Oma wasn't a commission: she was written by me, for me, on my own time. I wanted to write eating ass, so I wrote eating ass.Hey B, sorry to be a bother about this but back during that whole "Dragon Lyric mandatory sub scene" kerfuffle I asked if you could consider changing something about the unexpected ass-eating in Oma's family roleplay scene. Is anything about that in the cards?
That kind of thinking's all well and good until someone wants to write big, muscly, amazonian, futa-cock, salamander women. Then where will be, B? Where will we be?!I wanted to write eating ass, so I wrote eating ass.
Seriously can't wait for Tychris. So many plot points still connect to that place, plus the whole Astrida group is my favourite. Magic police XD.It's time I started writing a proper expansion for everyone's big, moody salamander with a bad hair day: Astraea, the Astrida magehunter!
This expansion focuses on making Astraea into a more 'typical' NPC for Corruption of Champions 2: an appearance screen, some talk scenes, and some sex scenes. I also wanted to include you helping her with her magic rehab, since the events of BQ2 left her in a bad way and the road to recovery is long.
Because it's possible to get to Tychris without doing BQ2, Astraea will effectively have two 'personalities': one where you did BQ2, and one where you didn't. While I wouldn't call her 'abrasive' if you didn't do it, she nonetheless treats you very differently, since, you know, you didn't help her with her mission and now she barely knows you.
Public version: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F-SW0lzRazkYuqNM2wTOEC8aB50WID3YJM-Uyc1gFuM/edit?pli=1&tab=t.0
As of this writing, the public version and the Patreon version are the same, and in fact, I wanted to update the public version later with a more complete introductory scene, since right now it just kind of ends. As usual, though, all future updates will be on my Patreon: https://patreon.com/TheLetterB
Unfortunate, but fair. Them's the breaks when you're a freeloader like me.Gonna be real: no, I'm not going to go through one of Oma's sex scenes to change one thing because I got one complaint. Oma wasn't a commission: she was written by me, for me, on my own time. I wanted to write eating ass, so I wrote eating ass.