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.
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At long last I’m able to get a moment to post the second pic from the Spring Fling winners. For this the site member wanted a pic of Ana Bray and Amanda Holliday. I’m not familiar with the characters or the games myself so it’s going to be up to you guys to basically decide if whether or not this works for them. What’s really important here is that the winner liked it right? Click on through to the members section to see the full image there!
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I’ve never considered myself a “writer” but I do greatly enjoy writing for images of my OCs as well as a ton of world building. For anyone who picks this up, thank you! It means a ton to me that you’d be interested and lend me such support. Also it helps with house repairs.
So I hear there’s some new MHA stuff goin up. Haven’t had a chance to catch up on this series yet, but I have some conflicting opinions on it. One thing I do enjoy without reservation is some of the use of old comic book aesthetic that the manga will actually make use of and which the Anime uses to a much lesser extent. So for this one instead of doing some complicated background I wanted to see if I could work with that old comic style aesthetic with all the dots. What do you guys think? Good or bad, let me know in the comments below!
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.
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.”
The sounds of the Mistress with the First had found their way to Taeko’s chambers in the middle of the night. She’d been sound asleep and yet somehow the distant sounds of the two had still managed to reach and rouse her. She supposed that she had something of a sixth sense for this sort of thing by now. The young woman slipped out of her bed as silently as she could and made her way from her chambers down the hallway of the manor. It was an older building, here from before the war and long since abandoned by it’s owner when things got really bad. Myanna had moved in and formed her “Garden” here. Every last bit of dead wood had been “revived”, taken root, and magically shaped to suit the Plant Demon’s purposes.
The hall was willed with the foliage of the revived plant life and the other plants that lived within the building. Not only did it always smell fresh and clean in a way, but the plants often provided excellent cover for Taeko’s voyeuristic tendencies. She came to the corner slowly, the sounds of the two women’s grunting a moaning much clearer now from where she had started. She felt a slight throbbing and swelling between her legs and realized only just in that moment that the spell that the First had placed on her earlier was still active. The soft orange glow of the Virility Charm would give her away if she came around the corner too far, and if it didn’t the massive erection that the spell created on any woman it was cast upon surely would.
“Fuck me Mistress! I’m so close!” Azade’s voice called from the other room, the First had been with Taeko earlier that evening. Someone else might have wondered if perhaps Taeko hadn’t been satisfying enough or if Azade was just that needy for cock. The truth of it was a little more complex. It was true that libido’s ran high around here, so saying someone was “needy” could be an understatement. It was a combination of the food and hormones and a few other factors. But then there was the Mistress herself, Myanna of the Verdant Lust.
Myanna was a Cuirizu, a Plant Demon, and Taeko had met her quite some time ago…before Azade had been made First even. In that time she’d come to learn a fair amount about Myanna’s people and the effect that the race as a whole could have on mortals. There were several ways one of them could arouse a mortal, from the way they looked at you to their smell. Taeko had met others of her kind but found Myanna to be particularly alluring to her. She was tall, strong, powerful, intelligent. Taeko’s cock ached and her pussy quivered just thinking about her mistress and the numerous times she’d been pinned down and fucked by her. On top of all the qualities Taeko found appealing in her Mistress there was of course the magical means in which she could sway and influence a person’s libido.
Taeko herself was the Second, despite having been the first in the Garden to provide her with a child. She preferred it that way, Azade was more suited to the task of first. She had the drive for it, the intelligence, and not to mention the stamina. Azade had milked Taeko’s magically bestowed cock earlier that evening rather extensively and here she was again keeping pace with a powerful Cuirizu. The sound of their flesh slapping together was intoxicating. Before Taeko knew what she was doing she was peaking her head out from around the corner to watch the two of them together.
She’d done this a few times before. She liked to watch the other women of the Garden fuck while she pleasured herself in some dark corner, knuckle deep with two fingers in her own pussy. But Taeko liked to watch Myanna and Azade’s encounters with people particularly and then more so when it was just with each other. The two of them had an energy about them that the other seemed to feed off of. They’d engage in Marathon sessions in all parts of the manor, providing Taeko with ample time and material to masturbate too.
But now, as she watched the dark flesh of Myanna bounce up and down on the pale form of Azade, sliding in and out of her with such force and speed, she wanted to be part of it. Usually she was content to watch, the taboo of watching others fuck and masturbating to them sort of it’s own little spice for the experience, but with the aching of her cock and the drooling of her cunt, Taeko wanted more. Images of herself sandwiched between the two of them, hilt Deep in Azade while Myanna ravaged her from behind flashed through her mind. In her brief flight of fancy Myanna pulled her cock roughly from Taeko’s cunt and shoved it deep into her ass, sending a shiver of excitement shooting up her spine.
“Fill me up! I want your cum inside me!” Azade begged. Taeko’s eyes half lidded with the rush of mind numbing arousal that shot through her body.
It must have been the spell. She remembered that Azade said the spell could react oddly with certain people and with certain magics. If either or both of the women in the next room were working some sort of magical lust effect it could react with the Virility Charm on her, hell the Spell had a drastic effect whenever it was placed on Betsy. More likely though was that it was reacting with her proclivity for watching people and getting carried away. She didn’t usually have the spell on and when she did it was for a specific situation…usually with the First.
Taeko began to step into the doorway transfixed on the two. Myanna let out a long deep groan as she dumped her load into Azade. Taeko knew from personal experience that Myanna’s orgasms were always thick and copious. Not only that but the fluids of a Cuirizu often could function as an aphrodisiac, spurring a mortal to further action to satisfy the near insatiable needs of the Plant Demon. Myanna continued hammering at Azade’s cunt even as she filled her with her delicious spunk, the dual piercings along her pussy jingling slightly as she did so. Azade’s legs twitched and shook as her body gave way to it’s own orgasm and the moan of it joined Myanna’s in a two-woman chorus. A thick glob of pre-crum dripped from the tip of Taeko’s cock.
She stood now in the hallway watching the glistening cunts, the overflow of frothy jizz, the gleam of sweat, and the satisfied twitching of Myanna’s cock as the last murmurs of her climax ran their course through her body. She didn’t realize it but she was sweating herself a little, overcome with what felt like it could be a fever as she panted like a bitch in heat. Taeko needed them…both of them.
Surely they wouldn’t mind.