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Dark Knight

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  • I'm into..
    Ageplay
    Bedwetting
    Diapers
    Tickling
    Crossdressing
    Cuddling
    Gender bender
    Messing
    Parent and child play
    Sadism / Masochism
    Spanking

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  1. Seriously, this scene is amazing. The diaper is fairly thin and unrealistic, but its otherwise the biggest reference to ABDL I've seen since Yakuza.
  2. Man, Guglethu is a bitch-queen, bringing live ammunition into a training range. Is there an ulterior motive to this, or is she just so furious at being shown up by Naomi and Nolwandle that she's willing to kill fellow Knights?
  3. Sounds like the FOPS is way to powerful for the average pilot, even a Flowering Knight. Guess the BORS will be the general-duty mech for a good while yet, with the FOPS issued only to the best of the best. Also, what do BORS and FOPS stand for?
  4. When I try and launch the game via the application, I just get a "Loading Tyranoscript" dialogue box. Any advice?
  5. Any chance of making the VN purchasable as a one-time fee on Omo.org, like it previously was on Itch.io? Forgive me, but I'm reluctant to subscribe to anything, but will gladly pay a one-time cost.
  6. So, weird question, but where can you buy an enema syringe like that? Drugstore enemas are too expensive to use for pure pleasure, and all my attempts to find enema syringes (or bags) on Google has just given me useless showerhead attachments.
  7. So, a while back I wrote a Touhou fanfic, but life interfered and I never finished it. Lately, I've been going to bed early and laying there with my laptop to cope with the workload of returning to university, so I thought I'd take up writing again. Don't expect any continuation; this is going to be a one-shot... unless people really love elves in cloth diapers. ______________________________________________________________ "It's all your fault, isn't it? Little elfling, remember the flash of your blades as you cut down those soldiers? How you took pride in a job well done, in the Weave protected? And how, nary a week later, the Skaven sacked the town those soldiers were protecting? And how those same Skaven, free of opposition, soon turned their greedy eyes towards Aethl Loren? You. Serve. Me. WELL." Kerillian shuddered. "I'm not afraid of you, daemon. The blood of the thousands of Skaven I've slain absolves my sins." "Only in your own mind. What would your companions say, if they found out how you brought the Vermintide to begin with? Saltzpyre would burn you the same as any other heretic. Only I can offer you succor, little elfling." Be'lakor opened his jaws in a toothy leer, his maw a void so deep Kerillian thought she would drown in it. "You'll torment my dreams no longer, daemon," Kerillian responded, nocking her bow. "Leave me to my rest." She loosed the arrow, striking Be'lakor in the eye, but there was no spray of gore to reward her aim. Only a mocking laughter as Be'lakor dissipated to mist. ____________________________________________________________ Kerillian opened her eyes, greeted by the green tarp of her tent. Attempting to catch her breath and reassert control of her panicked mind, she cast her elvish senses to her surroundings. Her weapons lining the wall, piles of clothing, tinctures. The cheerful song of mountain birds, the babbling of the brook, the creaking of a battered practice dummy across the yard. The warm cotton of her nightwear, the rustling of her pillow... and a heavy, clinging warmth around her crotch. Kerillian sighed. Even by elvish standards, she was sensitive to the call of the Weave, and when the forces of evil were on the march, she was tormented by nightmares... and bedwetting. A humiliating prospect for one of the finest mercenaries of her generation, least of all one who traveled in the company of humans. Back in Aethl Loren, when it became clear that her bedwetting would be a lifelong affliction, a kindly matron had, with great discretion, woven a set of cloth nappies for her, and they'd served well throughout her journeys across the Empire. The extra comfort had even kept the prophetic nightmares at bay... at least in normal times. Now, ever since the Ubersreik Five had encountered the daemon Be'lakor at Castle Drachenfells, she had been tormented by him almost nightly. With a groan, Kerillian tossed the covers aside. Even if the nappies were helpless against a Greater Daemon, they still served their purpose of keeping laundry to a minimum and allowing Kerillian to keep some measure of pride. Knowing that no one else was likely up yet, she scarpered down the yard towards the waterwheel and the brook. Ready for her morning washing, the same as every morning since the castle. As Kerillian stripped off the sodden cloth, the prior warmth was replaced by a surge of chills from the mountain air. Something was different this morning from usual, though. The cold wind brushing across her crotch brought a surge of desperation, and it was all she could do to avoid peeing onto her pajamas right then and there. Normally, her bladder was empty by morning, or at least, empty enough that she could finish washing her nappies before taking care of her own needs, but this morning the urge was unusually strong. Kerillian moaned, pulled her pajamas aside, and unleashed a torrent onto the cobblestones. Attempting to stop it would have been futile; yet another curse to thank Be'lakor for. "Lileath, let this not become the norm. Hard enough to keep my nighttime troubles secret when they're restricted to nighttime. I have no wish to fight Skaven with a half-inch of padding on my backside." Just when Kerillian thought her morning couldn't get any worse, her sensitive elven ears picked up a rolling yawn as someone shoved open the door to the yard. Frantically, she cast her eyes about for a hiding place...
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