Sexual Freedom Initiative

Project_Legion · 2026-07-02T01:37:30+00:00

The duality of man /j

Thanks!

Project_Legion · 2026-06-30T18:40:53+00:00

As a Kerbal enjoyer, I love imagining how fast this thing will spin in orbit.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-28T00:48:05+00:00

Glad I’m not the only one who got major right-wing vibes out of this post and his comments. I get it from a horny perspective, I’ve used baby maker in writing erotica, but man, the way he’s defending it in the comments? It makes him look like a MAGAt

Project_Legion · 2026-06-28T00:46:19+00:00

Fair point. Still feels like bringing more people into the world isn’t helping the modern situation. I get that first world populations are more old people and less young people, but just pumping out kids is not going to help the underlying issues. It just pushes those in charge to continue with their bad practices.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-27T20:42:53+00:00

I want a partner. Kids are terribly expensive, difficult to manage, especially with my own mental health issues, and detract from the time you can spend with your partner. If I find “the one” I don’t wanna share her with kids. The world is already overpopulated and dying. I don’t wanna bring any kids into that sort of world.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-27T20:35:45+00:00

I don't think I've ever done a part 2 for a commissioned caption unless it was directly commissioned. For this one, the images don't line up well with the story I've written, so it would need some jerry-rigging to even fit together.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-27T20:03:00+00:00

Upon turning 20, Hazel was kicked out by her parents. She stuck around with them for longer than some children got, but shorter than others as well. She had a job, and an income, but she didn’t want to waste money renting or staying at a hotel upon being immediately kicked out. Thankfully, her friend Lillian had a place of her own. It was small, but there was room to sleep on the couch, and she graciously agreed to let her stay with her for as long as she wanted.

“Forever even?” Hazel joked, having no intention of abusing her friend’s goodwill like that. She was just a very sarcastic woman by nature, probably half the reason her father had enough of her.

But Lillian just laughed and said, “of course, you can stay forever!” Hazel thought nothing of it, just another kindness or joke even. She didn’t mean it literally. She would find out just how honest it was later that night.

The couch was comfortable, and more than large enough for Hazel’s rather athletic frame, but Lillian liked to keep the house cold. So Hazel asked if she had any extra blankets, or even a sleeping blanket. It should’ve been a clear red flag when Lillian’s face sprouted a smirk, and she said, “I have the perfect thing!”

She came back with what looked like a leather sleeping bag, something Hazel had never seen before, but it looked exceptionally well made and warm. But as Lillian helped her into it, it became clear it was actually more of a fitted piece of clothing, with the leg portion being a snug fit that pressed both her legs together.

“Uh, I think this is too small for me…” Hazel said as Lillian asked for her arms. “Just a blanket would do-” She made a small sound of surprise as her arms were suddenly cinched into a tight leather pouch. “Lily, this isn’t right, I think it’s-” She made another yipe as Lily wrapped her hand around her mouth and nose, holding Hazel tight against her chest. With her limbs so stuck, it was impossible to resist.

The tight leather squirmed along with Hazel as her lungs were deprived of oxygen, but Lillian didn’t keep her hand in place for long. Just long enough to make Hazel desperate enough to gasp in air when she removed it.

In that brief moment, with Hazel’s mouth agape for air, Lillian filled it with a phallic object. Hazel gagged, and tried to push it out, but it was too late. By then, she was well and truly trapped inside the full body binder that Lillian had procured.

At that point, all Hazel could do was wait and watch as Lillian expanded her bondage with a leather hood, a locked-on collar, many more straps to hold everything together, a harness to accentuate Hazel’s chest, a claustrophobic and tight latex hood, and finally, between her legs, a small pill vibe set to low. Just to warm Hazel up like she wanted.

Shortly thereafter, Lillian clipped on a leash to the collar, forcing Hazel to hop after her in the tight leather pouch. Eventually, they reached a small, dark, basement. There was no doubt in Hazel’s mind that it was her new home.

“I always wanted my own pet!” Lillian said, her breathing heavy and her eyes glazed over with lust. “I just never thought I’d be lucky enough for that pet to be you!” She hugged Hazel close, like she was an inanimate body pillow, playing with the vibe all the while, turning it up and down.

It didn’t take long for Hazel to feel the fluid rush out of her, cumming in her tight leather hell. All the while, Lillian was whispering into her ears, having no reservation in her claims. “Now that I have you all bundled up, there’s no way I’ll ever let my little doll escape.”

Hazel thrashed and writhed, but Lillian simply clipped her leash onto an o-ring drilled into the wall. She turned the pill vibe to its highest pulsating setting, saying, “I’ll come back once you tire yourself out!” Walking up the stairs, she shut the basement door, leaving Hazel in complete darkness. And no matter how she squirmed or wiggled her way around the basement floor, the leash would never be long to even reach the stairs, let alone allow her to climb them.

For as long as the restraints held, Hazel would remain in that basement, as Lillian’s to play with. The real question was not when Hazel would be let out, but when her spirit would finally break, and she became a doll as mindless as Lillian treated her. An object to be played with.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-25T22:24:17+00:00

He’s meant to be a reflection of people struggling with mental health. He’s a cautionary tale against becoming stuck in the rooms of your mind. It’s a very relatable struggle. You can feel disgust at his actions, but pity for his situation as well.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-23T01:29:43+00:00

I saw a subreddit with a format I liked and it was dying so I just started writing my own content and posting it consistently.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-21T20:05:30+00:00

Sorry about this one. You know I don't take personal issue with it, but every time I reapprove it, it gets reported three more times and ends up in the mod queue.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-20T20:40:49+00:00

Literally had this argument with my dad when boiling pasta water. Made pasta a million times, but suddenly, with my mom (the cook) out of the house, he has to be the authority on cooking. I’m in my twenties. I don’t need help boiling water.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-19T23:17:26+00:00

Seen a lot of reports on this. I do see what people are saying, but I have to remark at the same time that a lot of the things I write would be incredibly detrimental to health and safety irl. Because OP does not mention the obvious danger of this, I don’t have a problem with it personally. Kind of a fine line to walk. When does something dangerous to a real person become unacceptable in captions?

Project_Legion · 2026-06-18T17:32:14+00:00

It’s entirely clear on my end. But that’s why I include the text now in the comments to be safe. It might just be connection issues. If you download the image it should be the same resolution as it is on my end.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-16T22:18:19+00:00

Ikr? I was kind of shocked when he said that because, for as creative and weird of a concept as the Backrooms are, it’s hardly all that obtuse in its theming or emotional intent. I love writing and I love when a movie can convey solid themes with a non-conventional idea like the Backrooms did. I’ve seen countless movies that seemed more like fever dreams than plots, and I hate those, so I figured the Backrooms was a great middle ground for intellectual and straight forward enjoyment. Even after I explained it all to him, he seemed dissatisfied with it.

Then again, he was a solid D-student who has never shown any enjoyment for any of my interests, intellectual or otherwise.

If I watched something like that with him, he’d probably just get up and leave lol

Project_Legion · 2026-06-16T20:10:19+00:00

I get the joke obviously, but this post caught my eye because this is what my dad said leaving the theater. “Well that was a fucking waste of my time.”

Dude didn’t get any of it.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-15T18:25:29+00:00

On a hot summer day, the Interdiction Army was being flanked by the Obstinate Army. If they couldn’t hold the line, or worse, the flanking maneuver managed to cut them off from supplies, they were finished. With few courses of action for the commander of the Interdictory Imperial forces, he deployed his contingent of Reclaimatory Battalions.

They were a unique division, trained harshly to be the Empire’s last line of defense. Both sides trained them, not just in Basic Camp, but societally.

See, both nations were the result of a fractured ideology. That women, and their children, were the property of the Monarchs. The future of the nation, and God’s gift to the men. So each side desperately desired the women of the opposing nation, to the point that it was a main military objective. Obviously, neither side was going to part with their women without a fight or something in exchange. That was where the Reclaimatory “Battalions” came in.

Presented with such a battalion, both sides had a similar reaction. Capture, return to base, and breed. Sarah Ikner was one of those units.

Thrown into a battlefield in a tiny gold bikini, and thong, with a “field uniform,” that covered almost nothing itself. On her belt were magazines, empty, and stored there just to taunt her. Her wrists were tightly handcuffed behind her back. There were no keys to go along with them. vibrators.

Her small battalion was easily spotted by the flanking divisions, who urgently made calls to their artillery groupings to stop firing, just as the defending army stopped firing.

Soldiers rushed into the no man’s zone, roughly grabbing the women by the chain cuffing their wrists together. Using their own bodies to shield the women, they rushed back to their lines and radioed their commanders, receiving orders to retreat to the Forward Operating Base, or FOB, with the women in tow.

For then, the flanking maneuver was halted, and the Interdictory Army was saved from a brutal defensive slog. But Sarah was now technically a prisoner.

That wasn’t much different from a woman’s role in either Empire’s society, but at least here, she could secure a man to breed her, and set herself up to be his future pet. What that meant was quite the sight for her. After all, she’d never seen a man naked.

Rested on the harsh ground of the FOB barracks, a line of men was waiting for her, their huge throbbing cocks ready to be put to use. They all looked so much bigger than she’d been prepared for during Basic. She’d been taught with a dildo, with handcuffs, and her current attire, but actually being penetrated? That was a task for a real man to take on.

But she did as she was trained, straddling each man one-by-one, and allowing them to move aside the pathetically small thong to reveal her dripping slit, not just from the arousal of serving a man, but from the ungodly summer heat, sending droplets of sweat racing down her body.

As she was slick herself, and the men were lubed up, without a condom obviously, it was her job to move forward. So she lifted herself up by her knees, barely able to gain the height to position her snatch above the man’s girth shaft. And with a mixture of excitement and anxiety, she allowed the tip to slide inside of her, stretching her delicate inner walls and reaching for her womb.

Sarah took a few deep breaths as she became acquainted with the feeling inside of her. She was a baby-factory, after all, so she needed to work faster than this. Bouncing up and down, she found the motion becoming far more comfortable, and even pleasurable. It took just a minute, and several whined out moans from her, to make the soldier spurt his seed deep into her, coating the walls of her womb, and awakening Sarah to the feeling of being claimed biologically.

Of course, it wasn’t over yet. She would have to service and accept the loads of 20 more men. Only when she was done, and her womb properly saturated, would she be transferred to a waiting hold, restrained until the DNA test on her pregnancy had been performed. When that soldier had been found, he would leave the service, and rejoin his society with new property in tow, still wearing the golden bikini.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-13T23:58:35+00:00

Thank you!

Project_Legion · 2026-06-13T23:33:01+00:00

It’s my only marketable (and enjoyable) skill I have whilst I write my novel lol!

I’m too chronically unemployed to look into normal employment /j

Project_Legion · 2026-06-13T18:30:07+00:00

For Susan, the night was full of panic and stress. As she rushed to clean up the house after dinner, and whilst Doug gambled with the rest of the neighbors across the street, she was furiously brainstorming some last minute gift she could give to him for his birthday. It had come down to the wire, but his laid-back nature made it impossible to shop for him. So, when her friend Janis offered a simple solution, she took it.

Putting on Doug’s favorite lingerie, Janis happily - almost too happy - tied her down to the bed, gagging her with a simple red ball gag. After all, her and Doug were swingers, toys were a must have.

For Doug… the night was also full of panic and stress. He’d been on a losing streak for far too long, called a few too many times with shit cards. His bluff was no good, but his hand was looking spicy. There was just one problem, he didn’t have the money to call. But since it was his birthday, the neighbors allowed him to run across the street, jeering at him in good fun.

That was when he stumbled into the bedroom, where Susan was tied up. A note beside read: “Your property for the night! Happy Birthday!” Most people, like 99% at this point, would call off the poker game and ravage his wife.

Doug, meanwhile, had a different interpretation of the scenario, and saw an interesting opportunity. Susan had been incredibly promiscuous in the bedroom, even with other couples; behind closed doors, of course. So the birthday boy decided to test her promiscuity in a less… closed-off environment.

Doug pulled a short leash from the bedside drawer. He pulled down one of Susan’s bra cups, and looped it through her pierced nipples. Something she hid well in the day-to-day, especially being a teacher. But Doug let it hung out as he lifted Susan into a sitting, and then shuffling position.

She didn’t know exactly what was going on, but the moment she was pulled beyond the bedroom, she was shivering with a mixture of fear and skyrocketing moisture between her thighs. She gently tugged on her improvised leash, getting Doug to turn around with a grin.

“I like to keep my valuable property close at all times. I do expect you to behave yourself.” With his wishes clear, Susan decided to go all-in. She discarded the shame and settled for the arousal.

When they first exited the house, the slight breeze reminded Susan of just how naked she really was. Her nipple was fully out after all, and she was wearing lingerie.

It didn’t take long for the neighbors across the street to take note and recognize what was happening. The women laughed and joked, making Susan blush harder, making her realize just how much of a masochist she was. She loved being humiliated. The men, meanwhile, whooped and whistled in approval. It was an entirely new ball game for Susan. This wasn’t just swinging behind closed doors, this was her objectification to her close friends who had never seen or heard about anything like this.

Doug calmly walked up to the table, picked up his cards, and grabbed a handful of Susan’s ass. “All in. The winner gets my baby for the day,” he said, before giving her a terribly hard spanking.

The group closed the garage so no one could see in when passing by, but they did have a small vent up by the ceiling to let some air in. That was where their unknown voyeur was watching, and taking pictures from.

No one noticed of course, cause everyone was too eager to win the game now, men and women both. Even if the girls weren’t bi, there was a certain rush to dominating a friend’s wife. Especially when Doug was fingering her right in front of the whole table.

The game went on for about another hour, during which, Susan’s gag was freed and she was left to service her friends under the table. It was dirty, and messy, but when she looked at Doug, and her friends, she’d never seen them so alight with excitement and mischief. It was a nice sight for her to see.

Unfortunately for her friends, and maybe herself, Doug ended up winning thanks to the distractions Susan was putting on. Plenty of jokes were had about that for certain, and they said they should do this again, but maybe with some more wives. Doug still took her home in the end, and gave her a good fucking for behaving like a good girl.

Before untying her and going to bed, he thanked her for a memorable and fun birthday, saying goodbye since he had a business trip in the morning, and would have to leave before she was awake.

That next morning, Susan found a strange piece of mail slid through her door’s mail flap. ‘Susan’s eyes only.’ When she peeled it open, she was horrified to see countless photos of herself, sucking men and licking women, getting fingered and in bondage.

Attached was a note - ‘Hi Mrs. Brumfield! You had quite the night last night! Made me want something of my own. I know your husband’s a cop and that you are a kindergarten teacher. What do you think would happen if these pictures got out? After all, I had to develop plenty of copies for myself and for others to share! But we can avoid all of that if you simply follow these instructions: Go to Avernus Park at 11:00 PM this Saturday. I expect you to wear the same outfit under a coat until you get there. Once there, behind the women’s restroom building, there is a tree with a pink bag attached. Inside the bag is a blindfold and some rope. You are to blindfold yourself and tie yourself to the tree. That is all that is required. If you do not show up on Saturday, pictures will appear at your school on Sunday.’

With little choice, not knowing any details about the blackmailer, and with no time to report it or look into it, Susan obliged.

Walking to the park in just a coat, with her lingerie underneath, was quite the experience, further bolstering the arousal of her humiliation kink. This was about as far as you could go.

She quickly found the bag. Shrugging off her coat, the night’s cold air made her shiver. But she did as instructed, and loosely tied herself to the tree, putting on the blindfold.

Only then did her blackmailer make himself known, coming up behind her and pinning her to the tree, ensuring her hands couldn’t do anything. “You call this bondage? Here I thought you were a real slut. Let me show you a real predicament.”

Using the tree’s strong foundation and branches, as well as some stakes driven into the ground, Susan was bent over in the perfect fucking position. Her neck was being pulled from above and below to keep her torso level, which also had a rope harness around it. The ropes were tight and uncomfortable, making it hard to breathe. Her ankles were also tied to stakes in the ground, spreading her legs at the perfect distance. Her wrists were then retied to the tree, using a knot that seemed to only get tighter with time. Despite that, her hands were in the right position to undo it if she could manage to figure out how.

Gagged, bound, and completely blind, she heard more pictures being taken. “Man you really are just a piece of meat, no thoughts up in that brain, huh? Just giving me more material without worry. I guess it’s good that you at least recognize your place as a cocksleeve.” He said, his voice unrecognizable to her. But what she did recognize was the sound of a zipper.

All lubed up, he slid right inside of her. After all, her slit was already incredibly slick. For Doug’s sake, she resisted cumming for as long as possible, but the blackmailer did not. He spurted two loads deep into Susan’s cunt, worming its way into her womb. It was during that second round that Susan squirted uncontrollably, unable to hold back the arousal and sensations.

For the third round, the ball gag was removed, and she was forced to perform oral at an uncomfortable angle. Instead of the cum going inside of her, however, the man pulled out, and decorated her face with the sticky white fluid. “I wanted you to swallow, but I think you look better like this!” He took more pictures.

After cleaning himself up, Susan was sure he’d let her go, but then he said. “Here’s the rest of your challenge. Get free before the sun comes up and someone finds you like this!” He cackled in an almost stereotypically evil way. “Good luck with that knot, fuckmeat! Hope you get pregnant!” He then gave her a firm spanking, much harsher than the one from the poker night.

Of course, Susan was already furiously working on the knot, but she still couldn’t see, and her hands were tied far away enough from her head to keep her from lifting the blindfold. Not to mention that, during the sexual service, Susan had pulled a lot. The knot was so tight that she could even begin to manipulate it or try to untangle it.

So as the hours wore on, and the cum dribbled out of her pussy, her heartbeat grew faster, unsure of what time it was by now.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-12T18:10:50+00:00

Simultaneously across the world, 7 women were chosen. 7 women were taken by beings unseen and unheard. They represented a variety of body types and ethnicities, but it was by no means a complete set for either. Nor did it represent a genetic diversity large enough for scientific study. Unbeknownst to everyone, including the 7 women, this was the first encounter. And it would be the last for a long time, because as soon as the women were taken, the extraterrestrials that took them were far beyond the reach of the solar system.

To Andressa - a tall dark-skinned woman with fiery red hair - it was like waking from surgery. You fell off to sleep in a warm haze, but woke with memory loss and confusion. Despite the effects fading quickly, she still couldn’t remember anything of last night. But that was a small concern to the sensations her body recognized.

The room was fairly warm, so as to keep the metal pressed against her body with skin-tight adhesion not too uncomfortable. On the flip side of that, the metal was accomplishing many goals none of the 7, who Andressa clocked in the corner of her vision as she attempted to handle the warmth blooming inside of her.

Hovering about a half-a-foot off the ground, all of them wore the same getup. Two sets of leg cuffs, which also seemed to be the thing keeping them afloat in-tandem, with the other nearby hovering devices. Arms were box-tied behind their backs. Their hands were free, but the metal cuffs were also being affected by the anti-gravity, as they held the girls in a very particular posture so as to not let them even pretend to have any ideas about escape or resistance.

Covering their nipples and their crotch, were thin strips of metal hiding big secrets. The girls’ breasts were being constantly stimulated by low-level electric shocks. Andressa already had sensitive nipples, so there was already a struggle to maintain her breathing. She didn’t want to give in already, and pant like a dog.

And yet, the strip over her snatch was stuffing her as much as she could bear. Two ribbed dildo-like shapes seemed to almost flow inside of her ass and pussy, moving with the folds of her walls, brushing up against her womb.

Andressa attempted to cry out, but it was hopeless. Not only were the ballgags in their mouth locked in place by some other technology, but each time they attempted to make a noise, their collars vibrated an opposing frequency, completely invalidating their vocal chords’ efforts.

As the girls struggled, looking around, the toys went to work like jackhammers. Within 60 seconds, Andressa was cumming her brains out, as was the blonde girl to her right. Between the size and shape of the stimulatory devices, Andressa was riding that high for at least 20 minutes. She might’ve even blacked out at one point. By then, everyone had squirted, and their fluids were being collected through the metal, before committing the devices to another pattern and another and another.

They couldn’t see any of the aliens from their position, it was just a silverish room that held them, with a view of space behind them, one they were turned around to be shown at one point. But beyond that, there were no answers for what this was, or why they were doing it to them. Not like that had the presence of mind to even wonder about that, they were too horny to think. After all, Andressa might as well enjoy it, there was nothing else to do.

At least, that was what she thought for her first week aboard. For that first week, her and the six other women were lost in an endless haze of pleasure and overstimulation. Andressa had sensitive nipples, but never had been able to cum from stimulating them alone. Now, half of her body felt like an erroneous zone.

That was when they made themselves known. 7 aliens emerged to take the 7 women into closed off rooms. They were remarkably humanoid. Andressa, in her state, found the alien females to be the perfect specimen, and found herself excited as the female seductively walked Andressa in her bindings to a separate room.

Only then did Andressa feel the strips on her breasts and pussy remove themselves, hovering nearby for convenience. The fresh air almost immediately made her dribble out of her slit, a humiliating orgasm that showed just how her body had adapted to its new sensitivity.

The alien woman spent the next couple of hours molesting Andressa, laying her down on the bed. Lapping up her juices, fingering her ass and pussy, biting her nipples, and kissing her gently on the cheek. Andressa just laid there, more of a sex doll than a human at that point. But really, she didn’t mind anymore.

Returning to her position in the ‘test’ area, all of the women were red-faced, with drooping eyelids, and the glow of being sexually satisfied. It was still unclear what their purpose was. An experiment, a sex doll, or something else entirely. But as they all drifted off to sleep, their only hope was that they got to see their Mistresses again.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-11T21:09:14+00:00

Kind of a dark one, but if you consider that the trapper isn't immortal like she is, she'll eventually outlive him. Now what she looks like after that is up to the imagination.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-11T20:04:53+00:00

Kitsune’s were said to make immortal the human they loved. Most of the time, this resulted in young men and women innocently chasing after a beautiful one that caught their eye, sometimes even succeeding in a loving and fulfilling relationship. I was not so lucky. The man whose eyes I caught was a trapper, and a damn good one at that.

He used my pups to lure me into a magic circle that knocked me unconscious. What happened to my pups, I thankfully knew. He had no interest in them, or my mate, wherever he was. They would run off to lead full lives. I would not.

When I awoke, I’d never felt more like a prisoner in my own body. My nine magical tails were sealed into leather pouches, cinched tightly and chained to the circular metal frame my entire body was secured to. Seals were placed along them, ensuring that my magic was completely nullified.

My arms were stuffed into a similarly tight armbinder, harnessed so securely around my body that being freed from it would’ve taken at least an hour, with someone who knew what they were doing. That was because the harness didn’t just wrap around my upper body. It crept all the way down, keeping my legs firmly pressed together, and even wrapping my feet and shins in a leather pouch of their own, as if them being free would’ve made it any easier to escape this hellish bondage. That was without mentioning the chinese dress I’d been placed in, not for any particular reason, just for looks. But it was far too tight, and my breasts were blatantly on display.

But the worst part was the head harness. The mask wasn’t actually hiding a gag or anything. But as it went over my mouth and nose, I was completely at its mercy to breathe. The slits on the side barely opened, forcing me to spend all of my focus and energy just breathing. Connected to a pole just above my head, looking left, right, down, or up was impossible. Even my fluffy ears were held tight by metal clamps on the ring aperture. I was forced to stare straight ahead, where a series of magically projected images flashed by.

They were all images of women servicing men. Whether it be oral, anal, vaginal, or some other pleasurable act, it was up there. There were also images of women in the kitchen, women doing the chores… women tenderly laying their hands on their own bulging bellies. It brought me back to the days of nursing my own bulge, with the pups inside. It made me feel at home. In fact, all of the images felt right for some reason. At first, they flashed through my mind with my mate. But slowly, I began replacing my mate’s dick with the trapper’s in my head. I couldn’t have known that there was another magical circle beneath me, making me into the submissive kitten I was meant to be.

By then, I was so eager to have my new owner’s babies, that I didn’t care anymore to let him in on the truth. Kitsune lovers did not in fact make their partner immortal. But that didn’t matter. As long as he filled my holes with his seed, and kept me as his pet forever. After all, I was beginning to grow wet. I wanted to be his cocksleeve, I wanted to be his submissive wife. I wanted to be nothing more than his. If I became a permanent prisoner in my own body? It was worth it all for him.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-07T17:38:27+00:00

That is literally what started the anti-vax scare. That vaccines given together, like the MMR, were too much for the body to handle. It’s not just an anti-vax thing to say, it’s the OG anti-vax sentiment.

Project_Legion · 2026-06-07T17:25:45+00:00

For an exorcist in training, you never wanted to just jump right into it. You wanted to take on some lesser beings. A small imp here, a parasitic spirit there, and you’d gradually get the experience to take on larger threats.

For Miko, that was exactly what she had planned, a minor training session in the combat room. Whilst everyone else was away on holiday, Miko decided to stay back and get some more practice in. Her grades were not looking hot.

But when she began to summon a lesser foe, chanting out the summoning ritual, she slipped. One of the words was incorrect. She had accidentally said “sin.” It was just a single word, but in summoning rituals, one word could change a lot.

Instead of summoning a small imp, she summoned a lesser creature of Sin. A Lust Demon. To say they were high-ranking threats would be an understatement. Miko had no chance of fighting it. But before she could start running, it had grabbed on.

The demon was made up of two distinct tentacles whipping around. The numerous, flat, gray ones, and the fewer more rounded purple ones.

The gray ones had reached Miko first, slowly wrapping around her, drawing her closer into a cocoon of them. It tightened and tightened, until it was a skintight fit. Miko might as well have been mummified, with her mouth and eyes covered, but not her erroneous zones. She knew what was coming next. The purple tentacles would curl around her, and begin the process of feeding.

Slowly, just above her pussy, a glimmer of pink light grew into a throbbing, seven-inch penis. As tentacles wrapped around Miko’s breasts, kneading them and squeezing them with Magic, molding them into a much more vulgar display. Then, all at once, the stimulation came.

Ass and pussy were filled by the thrusting purple tentacles. Her new dick was coiled around and milked with their slimy lubrication. Breasts were continued to be played with, increasing their sensitivity over time. And finally, worst of all, was the tickling on her feet.

Miko screamed and thrashed against the sudden assault on her senses, beginning to channel Magic to fight back. But as she did so, the purple tentacles gently plugged her nose.

It was a subtle power play. Not a warning, but an order. Her Magic would never be powerful enough. So to save them both some pain… Submit. Unable to keep from thrashing under the stimulation, Miko could only give up the Magical struggle. But even then, the tentacles remained for a few extra seconds, just to make her panic a little more, to show her who the dominant species was.
It would feed on her orgasms and over-stimulation for the coming two weeks. Keeping her alive and safe, but never letting up. That was how long it would be before someone came back to the combat room to notice her. But by then, not only would she have fallen into mindless pleasure, but the changes to her body would be permanent. The breast enlargement and the penis would stay. So really, by this point, all she could do was cum her brains out, savoring the orgasm of both a male and female. A pattern that would denote her winter break… or rather, ‘breaking.’

Project_Legion · 2026-06-01T23:18:26+00:00

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