... Stuff ... and thiiings

going more off of categories than specific acts because there is too much cake to narrow it down. also basing this off the assumption that we all agree nothing strictly sexual needs to happen for it to count as a sex act.

something about graces sloppy mouth-hole — mundane biological functions have never been more repulsive and arousing. thank grim for being the primary reason this got catapulted up to first place.

purely intellectual probing — really anything that can be done with medical or scientific pretext. (degree of plausible deniability may vary.)

voyeurism and/or mutual masturbation — call me vanilla. im a simple man and this is their bread and butter.

inappropriate use of power tools and/or xenonite — necessity is the mother of invention, and the journey to erid is long. real buddies help each other out.

Come get your food, freaks!

Pink Static is a monster romance horror comic with very irregular update schedule.

Content warnings: body horror, gore, n s f w

Pages 46

"Vettie," gasps Charlie, "you- you have to--"

She can't even finish her sentence, that's how hard and fast she's riding Velvette. She's holding one of Velvette's splayed open legs with both arms, using it to pull herself backwards and forwards. Her snow-white tits bounce up and down, purple with bite marks and shining with saliva.

She finds her breath after a few more humps. "Daddy said we had to stay quiet!"

Velvette whines again and glances up at Vox, watching them from the couch. He strokes his cock like it's an afterthought,

"Nobody likes a tattle-tale, Char-Char. You're being a bad girl."

Charlie looks stricken, though her hips stutter, her stiff clit kissing Velvette's with a jolt.

"Make it up to your baby sister, Char-Char. Why don't you make her scream?"

Charlie has already slid off Velvette and buried her face and two fingers in her cunt before Vox finishes speaking.

It's too much, too fast, after hours of being teased to the edge by Charlie's clumsy humping. Fluid erupts from Velvette's pussy, soaking Charlie's face and hair. It doesn't seem to phase her in the slightest-- she just adds another finger.

"Holy shit," says Vox, breaking character. "Did you know she could do that?"

"Obviously," says Valentino, "Honestly Vox, it's like you think I don't do my job. He zooms the camera in on Charlie's drooling pussy, then her mouth, currently delivering little kitten licks around Velvette's clit. His eyes narrow as his voice drops to a menacing register.

head maid teaching the new recruit how to properly worship her Mistress' property.

cuck wife at the lesbian bar scouting for girls that her wife would like.

hypnotist who brainwashes people with same programming she was once brainwashed with.