I wanted to do a prompt for October, do a bit of a challenge seeing as for the last few years I just haven’t been able to commit to one. I went through a bunch of them feeling kind of “Meh” on aspects of them until I came across OCtober. So a different OC sketch every day for the month!

Day 1: Myanna. The first Futa character I ever created years ago. She was made as part of RP I was in and I was prompted to make a “Plant Demon” to be a minion of the main villain of the arc at the time. From that I built Myanna and all of the Cuirizu.








Day 2: Azade. “The First” in Myanna’s Garden Azade is a skilled Phyllomagi (plant mage) with a noble upbringing and and a formal education that gives her an edge in outperforming others. She is an invaluable asset to Myanna in all things and is the person who is closest to her.







Day 3: Betsy. Known for being friendly and nurturing with all of the other women of Myanna’s Garden, Betsy will often feign embarrassment or indifference toward the debauchery therein. In truth Betsy is every bit the sexual deviant as the others with even the smallest bit of coaxing.








Day 4: Taeko. Clearly the best character. Lookit that smile, those cute titties. Such a sense of style and pizzazz. Magical Light powers!? And a pussy clean enough you can eat off it. Really there’s no point in doing any more of these, Ren-er..I mean I have piqued. This is not Taeko on Ren’s computer.

Repeat. Not Taeko. >.>







Day 5: Gwendolyn. As a Half Vila, Gwen has always struggled with living in two worlds, now that she has banished her Unseelie nature into a blackened faeglass weapon, she hopes to find balance within herself.








Day 6: Ivy. As one of the Imperium’s Dolls Ivy has lived long enough to acquire a great deal of magical knowledge, but where she serves in Winder’Lae it’s perhaps the Virility Charm she might end up being most known for rediscovering.








Day 7: Morrigan, Queen of the Vampires. Also known as Morrigan the Obsidian for the deadly obsidian grafted to her body, she is one of the few remaining vampires to know the secrets of fleshcraft lifted from the Nasgoran bloodline.








Day 8: Akane, the Crimson Tempest. Known among the Sarunamu for her impressive military career she is now wanted for being the first of her kind to discover how to tap the “Power of the First”.








Day 9: Rinn. Half Bloods don’t usually go for in Vishanti society, but during war time Rinn of Rosario distinguished herself hundreds of times over with her swordsmanship, magic, and tactics, Quickly rising to the Rank of General.








Day 10: Khatima. As the Primogen of the Verdant Lust, Khatima’s powerful appetites are a bit more voracious than others. Her anatomy has shifted to reflect these needs to a certain degree…








Day 11: Rhea, Queen of Dolls. Built in the Imperium as one of the first Prototypes of reproductive constructs, Rhea has broken from her directives to safeguard humanity to instead wield their desire against them.





Day 12: Renezuo. The character from which I take my namesake is one of the oldest characters I have, created over a decade and a half ago. It seemed appropriate to include the Miasanamu prince in exile for OCtober.








Day 13: Victoria. As a countess in Tenebre Dontae Victoria has always managed to stay ahead of the game by embracing new progressive, and sometimes unorthodox, ways of thinking from that of other Vishanti.








Day 14: Kendra. As a Kadeshah to the goddess of Love, Kendra is versed in magic and sexual technique that can satisfy even the most ravenous of lovers. Donations to the temple are encouraged but not required.








Day 15: Kiaki. As the living embodiment of the negativity and darkness purged from a High Priestess to Sophitia, Kiaki struggles with deep incurable madness and dark impulses. Indeed even her name means “sickness” in Vishanti.








Day 16: Elaina. After suffering a life of abuse for the curse she carries in her blood in a Dark version of Alkotas, Elaina crosses the Faen into a brighter version of her world, channeling the power within into sword magic.








Day 17: Kaethe. As Elaina’s sister by blood Kaethe also has the latent power of the fae running through her veins. When turned to vampirism in an experiment she emerges as an Oberite, a magical bloodline long thought extinct.








Day 18: Bellatrix. All Linirym are predatory by their nature and protective of what they consider theirs. Punishments are often severe for thieves, but Bellatrix has been known to take a certain pleasure in punishing such delinquents.








Day 19: Aislynn. Born as one of three Vishanti princesses, Aislynn has walked away from royal life to join the temple of Kyridwen and has gained renewed confidence after the tragic event that took her arm.








Day 20: Riva. Once a former lover and partner of Myanna’s, the two had a falling out when Riva began to hoard Cuirizathi to serve as her own personal army, making her a slow creeping rot within the Verdant Lust.








Day 21: Meghan. After decades in the Danvers Asylum in a zombie-like state, Meghan comes to her senses and rejoins a world she hardly recognizes where she will struggle to fit in with humans and Hidden alike.








Day 22: Tianna. Despite being one of the most accomplished Chronomagi in the Boston area, Tianna can still become preoccupied with timelines and possibilities that only she can see.

I had this idea a while back, specifically the pose, and knew that it was going to have to be Betsy in the image. While I was mulling it over I was thinking that I hadn’t yet had the chance to do a color image of Betsy and Myanna together and thought this would be a good chance to do that. But when I got started I had this sudden need to make it Unbound Myanna and a canon story to go along with it began to form. The Unbound form is achieved by cuirizu of particular power who are able to reach deep within themselves and bring more of their fiendish heritage to the surface, unbinding them from the material plane for a short period of time and giving them a considerable power boost in the process. And though I’ve drawn Myanna in this form a few times I had not determined the circumstances under which she changes for the first time. With this pic I’ve decided that the trigger for her unbinding is actually the loss of Azade who is slain at the climax of a conflict with the Briar Harvest. After Myanna changes and takes immediate and swift revenge her meticulous and careful nature toward her garden vanishes and she goes on a reckless and self indulgent binging of every single woman of the garden without much regard for planning of Offspring. Myanna effectively goes off the rails.

Meanwhile Azade wakes up in the plane of Abaddon, finding out some horrible truths about the nature of those who serve Cuirizu and meets an unexpected person there in the process. In the physical world, Gwendolyn, who helped Azade in the battle against the Briar Harvest seeks a way to revive Azade before Myanna destroys the delicate balance of the Garden.

Below I’ve included both a text version and a textless version in the Members section!

For the first pic of the Spring Fling winners I was surprised when RebelMcRebelface requested my own Betsy, specifically Betsy with the Virility charm having a little self love time with some milky titties. Seemed like the perfect thing to come back on after being sick for and out of action for a minute so here she is! The second winner for Spring Fling’s pic will be coming soon!

I introduced this new thing to my discord server the other day where site members can ask questions of my Original Characters. The idea being that once asked and picked the questions are answered by the characters in a little sketch comic format. Almost immediately I had a few filling the channel up. Though this one’s a little long on panels most of them would be shorter than this so that I can keep up with them. Click on the image to embiggen!

Betsy wasn’t sure how long it had been since last she’d been without the harness that Myanna had bestowed upon her. It had been given to her when they had first come to the abandoned manor in the Zelmescan countryside and her mistress, through her magic, had repurposed it to her needs. The harness had been placed on her body, integrated into it in such a way that she felt it as an extension of herself. After Mistress Myanna had placed it on her, she had explained that the harness allowed her to channel magical protection to her over great distances and should anyone in the war town countryside come and try to harm her or take her away Myanna would know. She’d grown accustomed to having it at all times, and now it was gone.

Along with her, every other woman in the Garden had worn a harness as well. One by one, Myanna had been removing them and there wasn’t an explanation really given at the time other than the assurance that they would be put back on them soon. Betsy looked down at her bare chest and ran her fingers down between her ample breasts as the sound of the running water in the magically shaped stone tub filled the bath chamber. The tips of them were still beading and dribbling with milk. Betsy had never been totally clear on which magical effects had created what in her, but it seemed that the Alchemical alterations to her body were independent of the changes the harness would cause in people. At least for now.

Betsy’s skin was still sensitive and even her own caress was enough to cause the space between her legs to stir. Her hand came away from her skin quickly in surprise and she took a breath to steady herself. She kind of missed the harness in that moment. She wasn’t sure how, but it provided her with a certain sureness of her own urges and needs. Without it, it felt like the time before Myanna when everything was repressed an unsure.

Before she could be truly lost in thought on the matter she heard the door come open slowly. She looked up to see Azade, the First, standing there in the hallway. Betsy felt her heart flutter a little bit when she saw her, despite the sexual relationship she’d had with nearly every other woman in the garden she felt a special something else for Azade in similar fashion to that of her Mistress. Myanna was a strong towering woman, powerful and commanding. She had short hair for a woman and dark warm skin. She felt like a predator sometimes when she looked at Betsy and it made her insides melt and quiver. Azade could do the same, though she did it with a totally different tool set than Myanna did.

Azade was much shorter than Myanna but she was still powerfully built and was so in a distinctly feminine way. She had the softness and the curves that were considered conventionally beautiful along with fair skin and long dark hair, but the way she carried herself and spoke to people was what often got Betsy all wound up.

“Here you are.” Azade began, “I’ve been looking for you.”

Betsy’s eyebrows rose along with her curiosity, “Is there something the matter?”

Azade’s gaze shifted and Betsy could feel her eyes wandering over her nude body, without the harness it didn’t feel quite as natural as it normally did. It didn’t feel electrifying to have the First’s gaze upon her. In fact, there was something about it that reminded her of when Myanna had first looked upon her.

“When I first came here, you were the first in the Garden to offer me any help. Remember?” Azade leaned on the doorframe as one of her hands began to move down to her lower abdomen. There, the green markings of the Virility charm spell began to unfurl across her skin and below it the protrusion of the magical cock that Azade sometimes made use of with the other women began to form. Betsy’s eyes widened a bit as her gaze visibly shifted between the monster forming between Azade’s legs and her face.

“I…Yes, I do. I remember.” Betsy could feel that heat and twitch between her legs again.

“Well I was wondering if perhaps you could help me with something again. I need to tell you something and I need to be sure that it stays between you and me.”

Betsy gave a short awkward nod as Azade came off of the door frame, the thick pole of her cock swaying in time with her hips as she crossed over to where Betsy was sitting.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed the removal of the harnesses around the Garden. I’m also sure you’ve heard the rumor that the Mistress is pregnant.”

It was everything she could do to keep her eyes up at Azade despite the magicked cock lingering only a foot or so from her face at eye level, the swollen head of it the same green as the glowing marks across Azade’s pelvis. She nodded, confirming what Azade was saying. Azade nodded and continued.

“Yes, well these two things are actually related you see. Our mistress is indeed carrying my child and the further along she gets the less she seems to be able to maintain the various spells across the Garden. Or so I had originally thought. As it turns out there is something of a second reason for pulling the harnesses from all but a few of us.”

Azade’s hand came out to Betsy’s faced and caressed the side of it gently, “When we wear the harnesses we’re linked to our mistress. A part of her is in us at all times. You might have noticed a difference by now in how you feel, well I’ve noticed the same. The link is less stable now and more of Myanna’s various urges come through. In order to keep it from being passed to everyone, the harnesses were pulled. And in order to keep it from overwhelming those who are left I’ve been trying to redirect it to myself… to maintain order.”

Betsy could feel Azade’s hand trembling a little bit and she felt a sudden wave of concern for the First. Her hand went up to Azade’s to clasp it gently. She was beginning to see what was happening. Azade always prided herself on her poise and ability to function as administrator to the Garden for their mistress. She has having trouble maintaining that demeanor now with everything pouring in through the link of the harness.

“I can barely control myself.” she whispered, “I could take it. It’s my right as first. But if I did they would know, wouldn’t they? They would know that something is different and Blair would surely wish to take advantage of such a moment of weakness.”

Betsy nodded in agreement. Blair was a cunning and savage woman, effective in a fight and brutal to other women if left unchecked. The harness and her severe addiction to their mistress both kept her in check for the time being.

Azade’s eyes moved hungrily over Betsy once more, “I need someone I can go to in confidence. Someone who knows the situation and will not speak of it, will not judge, and will not try to turn it to their advantage. Someone who… will let me vent my physical frustrations.”

Betsy’s other hand gently came up to take hold of the hot lance of flesh throbbing between Azade’s legs. It felt like a bold move despite how much bolder she’d been while here in the Garden, but then what Azade said about the harnesses explained that rather well. Her grip tightened only enough to give her a coaxing tug.

“I can do that for you, Azade” she assured her.

Azade’s eyes half lidded for a moment when she was touched before gleaming delightedly when Betsy told her exactly what she wanted to hear.

“I need you to call me mistress.” she blurted.

Betsy’s paused, “What?”

“I know I’ve said before that you don’t. But for this… I just need you to.” she stressed.

“Yes mistress.” Betsy whispered with a bit of a smile.

It was like she’d flipped some sort of switch in Azade when she said the words and before she knew it the First had buried the entire length of the she-cock down her throat. Betsy could feel the flow of lactation in her breasts increase proportionally with the wetness of her cunt. As Azade’s hips began to thrust hungrily against her face, Betsy tried to think of a time when such a lewd existence would have disgusted her but was unable to do so. On some level, she’d always found this sort of thing exhilarating. Betsy took the throbbing shaft to it’s hilt, kissing Azade’s pelvis on each increasingly savage thrust.

Betsy made sure to relax her throat and move her tongue, wanting to offer the most to the First so that she might find some sort of relief amid the combined heat of her own lust and that of Myanna’s. She placed her hands on Azade’s hips and even helped her ravage her face as the milk freely trickled from her breasts and to the floor.

The bliss of it ended abruptly when Azade withdrew, fishing her cock from Betsy’s throat with a bit of a pop, “I need your pussy.” she gasped.

Betsy wiped her face briefly, a mix of her own saliva and Azade’s precum had slathered the area around her mouth. Azade reached down and pulled Betsy to her feet and off of the edge of the tub.

“What are we going to-” Betsy began as Azade turned her around. But before she could finish her thought she felt the swollen head of Azade impale her and slide deep into her. Betsy felt a moan sound from her throat reflexively. But again, before she could even adjust to this Azade was turning and pulling her down.

Betsy found herself in Azade’s lap on the side of the tub as she leaned back against one of the pillars at the corner. With a heave of her hips she pushed herself to the hilt, completely filling Betsy’s insides which in turn contracted and clenched around the new guest.

“Ohhh Fuck,” Azade groaned, “That’s…exactly what I need. Mouths are good to start with but when you really need it they just can’t compare to pussy.”

Azade gave Betsy’s ass a firm slap and bucked into her once more, “Especially one like this.”

Betsy felt her mind getting a little fuzzy. Her breasts leaked freely and the heat of her own cunt made it feel like she was going to melt around the cock she was skewered on. She felt Azade urge her to lean back and she did exactly as she was instructed to. Once braced in that reclined position in the First’s lap, Azade went to work.

She’d fucked Azade a few times in the past, she was the First after all and as she had said it was her right to have the women of the Garden. Her position earned her that right. But it had never been quite like this. Azade seemed somehow famished, hungry for a good meal after days of being without and only now was she being allowed to feast. Her lady cock ravaged Betsy mercilessly, the head of the thing prodding at Betsy’s cervix deep within. Some found the sensation a little uncomfortable, painful even. But Betsy found it added just a hint of it to the all consuming pleasure that went along with it.

Azade’s arms came around Betsy, her hands seizing Betsy’s gargantuan breasts that had been flopping about so vulgarly only a moment before. With a firm squeeze Betsy gave a squirt of milk from each erect nipple and bit her lip to keep herself from groaning like a whore. The sound stuck in her throat but this only seemed to spur Azade on.

“It looks like I’m not the only one in desperate need of a milking.” Azade cooed, her grip tightening again, earning another couple spurts of milk from Betsy’s tits.

Betsy couldn’t respond. A natural reflex might have been to deny how much she needed this as well, but she just didn’t have the words. Her world was fast melting away into a constant stream of physical sensation from above and below now. Things not directly pertaining to the pounding of her pussy and the milking of her tits became increasingly less important with each passing second. Azade’s grip tightened again, this time seemingly using the fleshy hand holds to pull her down into pummeling from below.

“Ah Ahh Ahn!” Betsy whimpered.

“Are you going to cum already?” Azade chided.

“Ahn… Uh huh..” Betsy could only barely muster the nod. Azade’s swollen rod slammed into her a little more fiercely now.

“Not before me.” she commanded.

“Y-yes… mistress…” Betsy sputtered. Her pussy drooled with anticipation of what was only moments away. While much of her senses had left her, she was still able to muster the strength to clench down in time with Azade’s backstroke and it seemed to make all the difference for her.

Azade’s cock throbbed with approval and the response from her hips was as swift as it was brutal. For several moments the only sound between the two of them was that of their flesh colliding in a rapid “Fap Fap Fap Fap” as Azade hammered Betsy from below. Betsy’s mouth hung open wordlessly as the onslaught brought them both closer to the peak of ecstasy.

Betsy wasn’t sure which one of them actually climaxed first. It all blurred together for her in a moment that stretched out past all reason. The clenching spasms of her own orgasm rocked her body to her core even as the eruption of Azade’s filled every last space she had to offer within. Azade’s orgasm painted her insides white in thick hot jets, filling her to the brim and then pressing the limits of the seal that Betsy’s own orgasm had created around the girth of the cock inside her. Milk, thick and white like a kind of cum of it’s own, gushed from Betsy’s breasts now sending waves of Euphoria through her torso down to meet with those rising from below.

As her cunt continued to spasm Betsy could feel more of Azade’s seed injecting itself into her, showing just how pent up Azade had been. The seal, though tight, eventually broke with a few more desperate bucks of the First’s hips, allowing the now frothy cocktail of their lust free.

Betsy managed to find her senses again as the waves finally receded and her breathing began to return to normal, behind her Azade sighed contentedly. It was a good thing, in Betsy’s mind, that she was so close to a tub with how much of the lustful fluids now covered both their bodies. Milk coated Betsy’s breasts in a thin sheen and what cum she could not contain had oozed down to join the juices of Azade’s glistening pussy just below the magicked dick. Surely Azade would join her for some bathing now that she’d managed to get it out of her system.

“That was a good start.” Azade purred, “Now hop in, so I can bend you over the side.”

Betsy’s head swiveled around to look back at Azade, unable to hide the expression of surprise so clear on her face. Her chest continued to rise and fall dramatically from the exertion only a moment before.

Below her, Azade stared back, a lustful gleam in her red eyes, “I’m pretty sure both of us still have some milk left to give.”

Betsy rose slowly from Azade, feeling more of the cum sliding out of her despite her efforts to hold as much of it in as she possibly could. She wasn’t sure why she tried to do so, it had become second nature somewhere along the way. Once she was in Azade turned her around much the same way as she had before but this time bent her over at the waist and began to spread the supple cheeks of her ass apart. She continued to ooze the pearlescent mixture, “Looks like you’re all filled up here…”

Betsy looked back over her shoulder as Azade pressed the head of her impressively rigid cock to the pucker of her ass. Her breasts began to dribble milk once more and she felt another jump of excitement, “It’s alright Mistress, I have more room.”

Argentus is quite a fan of Betsy, and after doing the story “The Confidant” he was inspired to have another piece done with both her and Azade in a theoretical near future of things. In this scenario Azade has purposely impregnated Betsy with help from the virility charm so that she can’t try to have any of Cuirizu spawn as Myanna’s vessel. And while Azade did this to protect her legacy (and be a little vindictive) she can’t help but truly enjoy how much Betsy enjoys being used in this way by her. She doesn’t really need to come back and keep pumping Betsy full of jizz at this point, but she just can’t help herself with all her own pregnant hormones flooding her system keeping her horny at all times.

Full image with non-dialogue variant included over in the members section!

A friend of mine that I haven’t spoken to in a while recently popped up after a long time and after a short conversation she mentioned wanting to get back into doing her art thing and seeing what she could do with it. I thought this was a pretty cool idea but when she mentioned wanting to use a few of my characters to get warmed up again and get the ball rolling I was even more stoked than before.

So with Betsy and Azade just having wrapped up their own story just a week or so ago I thought maybe something related might be cool, so here Myanna is getting her chance at filling Betsy up…complete with X-Ray shot for you guys!

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Over the last few weeks I’ve opened up various voting polls to everyone on the Discord server. One of the more requested characters from members was Betsy and so I dove into making something new for her in full color. It quickly went from being a single voted image to a sequence of story images featuring both Betsy and Azade. While they are OCs and not bound to pull the same kind of attention that fanwork does, I really enjoyed doing this not just because they’re my characters but because of the back and forth we sort of had with supporters and fans alike on the server.

The story follows Betsy in Myanna’s Garden receiving an unexpected visit and proposition from the Garden’s second in command, Azade. With Myanna temporarily out of commission Azade finds herself being slowly overwhelmed by a sudden influx of lustful desires being fed into her body through the magical link of the Vitality Harness.

The full sequence can be found in the members section, both with story and completely textless. If you’d like to get in on things like this in the future join up either there or in the Discord server itself and consider supporting my work and the other artists of Kupaa!