| Greetings and welcome to
Kinky Kristmas 2015: Comment Kink Edition!
Our members have made requests for stocking stuffers that would help make their holidays happy -- and kinky, of course! Now you all -- both members and watchers -- have the opportunity to play Santa and fulfill those requests. In the form of comment kink!
Please read the information and instructions before you start stuffing our silk stockings:
• Request fills must be a minimum of 200 words (if fic) or a sketch equivalent (if art). Fills certainly need not be long (that would sort of be defeating the point of low-stress comment pr0n!); we just want to see a little bit of substance and thought in our stocking stuffers. ;)
• Since fills will mostly be short, we're not going to be strictly policing the rating of each piece. Just remember this is Daily Deviant and we want to see some sex!
• Each request may be filled twice -- once by a member and once by a watcher.
• When filling a request, leave it in a comment directly in a reply to the request you're filling.
• When filling a request, note whether you're filling it as a watcher or a member.
• If you are now or have ever been a posting member of Daily Deviant, you'll be filling the requests as a member.
• Claiming of requests is available but optional. What this means is that you need not claim a request in order to fill it, but if it's already claimed by someone else, it's off limits.
• In order to claim a request, comment directly in a reply to the request stating that you're claiming it. Be sure to note whether you're claiming it as a member or a watcher.
• Since we want as many goodies in our fishnet stockings as possible, there will be an expiration date on claims. One week after a claim is made (as per the time stamp on the comment), if the prompt has not been filled, the claim expires and the prompt is open for claiming or filling by someone else. So if a prompt you really love appears to be taken, remember to check back (although we hope you'll be following and playing along all month long!).
• If you've made a claim that has expired, you may still post a fill in reply to the prompt as long as no one else fills it or claims it first.
• Participants may have a total of two outstanding claims at a time. I.e., you may claim two requests, then when you've filled one, you may claim a third, etc.
• Additional prompts will continue to appear. So if you don't find a prompt you really love, remember to check back (although we hope you'll be following and playing along all month long!).
• Commenting, interacting, and generally having fun is welcome and encouraged!! Fandom is all about interaction with like-minded perverts people. Let's enjoy some friendly, smutty holiday merry-making! ;D
Got all that? Okay, good! Now...
LET THE STUFFING BEGIN!
(Pun totally intended, naturally...) |
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Blaise huddled farther away, caught, recognized...trapped. His mother had warned him that other incubi would hate him, would rend him limb from limb...
"It's been too long, hasn't it, little one?" Blaise had missed the auror rising from his seat and moving around the table to stand at his side. "You've been surrounded by flesh and temptation for weeks without a chance to properly feed, haven't you?" A large, strong, powerful hand curled around Blaise's shoulder and pulled him into the standing man's side, against his muscular thigh. Something in Blaise loosed and he relaxed into the heat, the power.
"I can help you, little one. I can make it a little bit better." The auror's other hand turned Blaise's face up. "Would you like to feel better?" Blaise nodded against that perfect thigh. "Then stand up, boy, and sit on the edge of the table."
The auror--Blaise thought he should at least call him Kingsley in his own mind if not aloud--settled Blaise on the edge of the table, practiced hands undoing his trouser's fastenings until his penis was poking out between the placket halves. It was only half-hard, but when the--Kingsley--leaned forward and blew gently on it, Blaise's eyes rolled into the back of his head; the power contained in that breath was so heated, so lush, he felt overcome and his cock, for that's what it was doing, rising to the occasion like a cockerel with the sun-- stiffened under Kingsley's watchful gaze.
"Have you been touched by an other incubus before, little one?" Kingsley said so closely to Blaise's cock that it vibrated in sympathy with the timbre of his deep voice.
"N-n-no..." Blaise moaned. His power was thrashing inside its cage, crying out for release.
"We do not touch one another, little one. We breathe into each other." And, suiting words to action, Kingsley placed both hands on the side of Blaise's thighs and blew a steady stream of heat, and light, and power onto the young man's penis, stiffening it still further, until it was a polished bit of darkened porcelain, a rubbed and worked piece of purplish jade that throbbed and bounced with each broken breath Blaise took in and let loose.
Kingsley leaned back enough to gaze into Blaise's eyes. "Don't hold back, little one. I am no mere mortal. You are incubus, and you should revel in it." He put his head back down, closer now, but still not touching and put his open mouth just above the weeping cockhead. "Give me your essence, little one, and I will return in tenfold."