Phen, PhD in Smut

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I write salacious stories for serious size queens. AKA Mara More. +18 Only. Bigger is always better. Hyper, Giantess, Multi, and more! Find all my stuff at maramore.org, patreon.com/c/phen and macromonthly.com DM Friendly. RPer (but picky).

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The restaurant was a fancy fusion affair in the upper district. Valdemar had never seen a fleet of waiters so well-dressed and so numerous, and the prices of the evening menu reflected that. He and Dez had made it to their reservation on time, against the odds, and the one Lyra that had a full set of clothes had reluctantly agreed to tag along. “So,” Dez said, sipping her cocktail. “I’ve got a great plan for us…” “But you’re not mad? Not even a little bit?” Valdemar still couldn’t believe it. “Caught me fucking around with an angel and that’s it? Not even a little fireball my way?” “Val, you do what you gotta do. I’ve seduced a lawman or two in my time to get out of trouble, too. I’d be a terrible hypocrite to hold that against you.” Dez grinned proudly, as if to point out that he’d have to do better to beat her on that particular scoreboard. “Even if the fruits of my efforts weren’t quite as plentiful as yours.” “There is that. Very fruitful,” Valdemar agreed, glancing sideways at Lyra, who as yet did her best to pretend that she was too dignified to take part in this conversation. “But I thought you guys were sworn enemies. Bound by law to fight. If you’re going to duke it out, we’d better find a cheaper venue, is all I’m saying.” “Gods, no.” Dez laughed. “In principle, sure, but who cares about that? Blind fervor is above my pay grade. And below it, come to think of it. You’ll have to ask your feathered girlfriend over there which bracket she’s in,” Dez said, eyes glittering with mischief. “None of your business,” Lyra replied, returning the serve with a sharp rebuke.
If you were outside, any conversation just had to stop and wait and wait, until they came in low and large enough to blot out the afternoon for a second, like the sun just winked at you. You could look up and see empire then, even if you didn't know what you were looking at.
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NO FOREPLAY WITHOUT LOREPLAY: YOU WILL READ MY WORLDBUILDING BEFORE ANYONE FUCKS
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Grow - just get bigger
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'“Hmm. Yes. You’re pure.” Lyra smacked her lips. “Salty, but pure.” “That’s how you’re deciding if your BDSM purification magic worked? The taste of my cum?” “Why not? That’s what the demon wench hexed, no?” “Dez, and yes.” Valdemar rolled his eyes. “Can you untie me now at least?” “Fine.” Lyra laughed. “I can’t believe you’d waste my hard work, just cumming like that.” “You didn’t give me much of a choice. Gods, that feels better.” Valdemar said, rubbing his wrists. “My hands were about to go numb…” “But they didn’t, and now you’re all ready to go.” Lyra slid onto the bed, rubbing her soft, shapely hip to his. Having completed her task, the blush in her cheeks had started to return, as if she only now realized what a saucy part she had just played. “I don’t know about that. I’m buzzing all over.” “That’s by design.” Lyra reached over and flicked his cock, which sprang up instantly, hard as a rock. “See?” “Flux!” Valdemar flinched, “Careful, please, I’m still super sensitive.” “I know. I made it that way. You’re meant to come a lot, right?” Lyra shook her head. “I can’t believe you’re making me ask you for it.” “For what?” “To breed me,” Lyra said, biting her lip. “Breed me like one of your demon girls.”'
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“Is this really necessary?” “Stand still.” Dez didn’t look up. She was drawing a symbol on Valdemar’s pelvis with glowing ink, right over his cock. “I can’t help it, I’m ticklish.” “Well, squirm too much and this sigil might become a portal to hell instead. Don’t think you’ll enjoy having something like that open through your penis. Not for very long, at least.” “Not with that attitude.” Valdemar frowned. “Fine. I didn’t think we’d need protection, anyway. You want me to knock you up and I’ve got a clean bill of health.” “I do. This is something far better than a condom. As you might expect, we don’t really do those in the lower planes.” “Nor in the upper ones, from my experiences… So what is it?” “My personal rune. I’m marking you as mine.” Dez’ eyes flashed with mischief. “Plus a little extra.” “I don’t recall signing up for that.” “Section three, part five, third line from the top. Now stop moving and we’ll—yes, there we go. See?” A glimmer of infernal light shone briefly from the completed circular symbol. Then the light in the ink died out as its power relocated into Valdemar’s cock, which sprang to attention like a well-trained soldier. And more besides, judging from the way that Valdemar’s squirming returned tenfold. “Feels good, huh?” Dez grinned. Valdemar bit his lip. “Feels new.” He was breathing through his nose, trying to regain his composure. “Good. New is exciting.” She touched him. “Let’s give it a try.”
“The Emperor. For the last time.” There is a terrifying crack of splitting timber as Flora’s multi-ton penis cracks open the roof. “And I’m done holding back.” The smile on her face is serene, but paired with the destruction that her exponentially enlarging cock is visiting upon her parlor by its mere presence, it seems almost insane. And, judging by that wry look in her eyes, all too knowing about how much it turns you on. The scene around you was already cramped with cock; now, she’s nothing less but demolishing the building with her ever-fattening fuckrod. It is pulsing, throbbing, and growing, flowing out between her legs like a tide of veiny flesh, while her gigantic, omni-virile balls bloat between her legs and bulldoze the table and the chairs and anything else that is foolish enough to stand in their way as they swell to fill the room entirely and then grow beyond.