#cyrin

Oop- didn't see this question for some reason, sorry about that.

So-

Protusol is a science-and-research company! It's been around for a long while now, and, while under its previous owner, was known for a handful of shady dealings.

Since then, though, its public image has been cleaned up, and it's developed into a pharma/R&D giant. Money flows in and out of the company by the millions (or maybe billions - hard to say), and new advances in pharmaceuticals and Cyrin research trickle out at an incredibly fast pace. It's also one of Havel's main sources of income!

The reason for that is incredibly simple: the company's main shareholder is one Tornis Maurier, the president of the country of Havel. When he inherited Protusol Labs from his father during the most recent war, he saw its potential, sullied by bad handling and, frankly, its awfully-handled PR department.

Say what you will about Tornis, but he knew how to turn a scientific venture around. It took barely a few months for him to cut ties (or did he simply hide them?) with less-than-tasteful contacts and old research facilities. Any of the facilities left on his birth continent were abandoned, or at least downsized considerably, and he focused on his new home instead.

Today, Protusol hires thousands across dozens upon dozens of well-organized research facilities. The company is so intertwined with the government that Protusol and the Corynen are basically synonymous by now - working at Protusol means working for the Corynen, and many Corynen jobs are connected to Protusol, at least tangentially.

The collusion should be enough to attract angry crowds and protests, but, really, the Corynen stopped a war that had been ravaging multiple countries and leaving children alone and hungry; Protusol had developed medicine the likes of which the world had never seen. No one could complain about that, right?

No one had, right?

Right?

Anyway yeah that's Protusol in a nutshell.

finally got access to a scanner again so now i can post my sketchbook doodles in High QualityTM

Since this is a continuation of this, I’m going to keep it in line to that ask. Let me know if you want me to write it as gender-neutral.

Still think is this the dirtiest line of asks I’ve ever gotten/written (hehe).

Warning: VERY Lemon, daddy kink, minor breath play.

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She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take. His cock stuffed her over and over again, stretching her out in a way that had her on the brink of shattering. The pleasure coursing through her veins spiked suddenly as that cock hit deep in her, rubbing against the nerves within as her restraint snapped with it.

“Oh- oh daddy-!”

Nestor

The slow, deep pace came to a screeching halt. S/o didn’t want to lift her head up off Nestor’s chest - his stock-still body beneath hers was breathless. Whatever face he did have would be equally still, a nervous expression likely on there. Damn it- she should have known better than to bring this up now. 

“...Come again?” Biting her lip so nervously was a bad idea but it was the only way to steel herself to look up at him. She’d been right about him being still, but the neutral look was unexpected. 

“Sorry, it just came out. If you’re not comfortable we don’t-” S/o tried to adjust herself, the cock inside her dragging against a spot that made stars start to shine behind her eyes, but Nestor’s arm kept her right where she was. A deep, almost-purring chuckle made her whimper as the body under hers shook lightly.

“I never said I was uncomfortable dear, but I must admit that title isn’t for me.” Unable to move with her arms pinned under his, S/o was helpless to do anything but moan when he sat up, pressing her down onto his fat cock. His hips undulated upwards, hitting her deeper than before. 

“Why don’t we try out ‘Sir’ instead?”

Trondo

"Damn right I am.” Almost all the breath was punted out of S/o when the hips that had been pushing into her were now brutally pounding into her mercilessly. Trondo pulled her feet over his shoulders and grabbed her hips. Tightly. There’d be bruises tomorrow but they’d be so worth it. 

“Tell Daddy what you want, baby girl. Tell ‘im!”

“I want-” Sex hazing her mind made it hard to form any words. The sound of him thrusting into her in such a frenzy was maddening. The pressure inside her was building, rising. A hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing lightly, and her breath was made shallow. “I want to cum on your cock! Please, Daddy!”

“Oh fuck-” The dragon pressed down into her, chest to chest with as he bent her in half, not slowing for even a second. His hands - his warm, big hands - pulled her hips flat against him to the point she couldn’t so much as wiggle without feeling his cock slide into her. All she could do was moan and lose herself in pleasure as Trondo used her as a sex doll.

Gasping, moaning, squirming, S/o cried out when a hard snap into her hips sent her over. White flooded her vision and her insides when he roared and came hard, filling her to the point of overflow before collapsing beside her, his cock still inside of her. 

S/o’s eyes slid shut, basking in the afterglow. And snapped wide open when she felt him slowly moving again. 

“Ready for round two, baby girl?”

Cyrin

“How about that then? ‘Looks like lil’ darlin’s got some kinks o’ her own.” S/o flushed down at the dragon she was riding, a smug grin on his face. The cock inside her twitched though her hips had stopped moving. 

“Oh no getting all shy on me now. Ol’ Cyrin wants to hear all of it.” S/o’s breath hitched when his hands rose up to grab her thighs, pulling her off of him until the very tip of him was left inside. Lazy as he was he was still a dragon, and no amount of squirming would get her back down on that dick. Cyrin gave a chuckle. “Now call Cyrin like you were doing earlier. I wanna hear it.”

“Cyrin.” Her insides clenched around air no matter how hard she tried. Tease. “Cyrin I’m begging you, let me-”

“Hm, that’s not what I wanna hear.” His thumbs pressed small circles in her thighs painfully close to where they needed to be but not so much as grazing. He shot another lazy grin at her, this one more wicked than before. “Maybe Daddy needs to remind ya what ya get if ya do a good job.”

S/o hadn’t a second to process. The hands that had been holding her up sent her straight down, his cock bottoming out into her within seconds. Cyrin’s groans were outdone by her loud, broken moan at the sudden fill, falling forward to balance herself on his belly. Fuck that hit deep. "Talk to me darlin’.”

“Daddy let- fuck - let me ride you please?”

“Aw how can I say no when you ask so nicely? Go right ahead darlin’.” Picking up her pace again, S/o noticed Cyrins hands were still on her thighs, pressing her back down in time to her movements. “Let Daddy see how pretty ya’look when ya lose it.”

Lateef

S/o knew the second she had said it. She hadn’t meant to - it’s just they had been so wrapped up in each other (literally, Lateef had a need to be as twisted into her as possible, even his very tail twisting around her leg to ground her in the moment) and it was all so overwhelmingly good that it slipped out. She had to make it right.

Her arms loosened enough to prop herself up to look at him. The dark blue scales where warm with lust in the middle of their time together and it took everything to not sink right back into the warmth. “Lateef, that slipped out, I’m so sorry,” s/o said massaging her hand into his shoulder. “I know that’s not your thing and you don’t like that.”

“Who said that?” Lateef grabbed her hand playing with her fingers in his gentle grip. S/o blinked owlishly at him. He did. He said things like that all time about “equal give and take” and “go with the flow.” Daddy kinks were not going with the flow. In fact they were the very opposite of going with the flow. 

“You said-”

“My star love-making is for both our pleasures but it is also exploring what lies within, what demands attention. Your soul calls out to see this matter. Exploration of change is never a fault.” Her hand was gently taken to his lips, a kiss pressed so lightly that it made the heat in his gaze seem searing.

made a couple color refs, definitely for no reason at all, just For Funsies! yup!

...tho it was v nice to sketch out the two on the right

and it was real heckin nice to draw jesse again, i missed him T7T