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The Landlord
🕑 Added 2018-01-09 14:08:29 +0000 UTC If you wanted more Saran then here you go. The first femboy image of 2018! Was an interesting angle to work with and I’m pleased with how it turned out. Hope you like it too. More smut coming soon!RAW 1080P Versions Available in Attachments! <3
Patron Exclusive Short Story:
Saran rubbed his shoulders with his hands as he sat naked and cross legged on the rickety old bed of his apartment, pouting a little as he peered down at the small amount of gold coins in front of him. The feminine boy let out a deep sigh as he attempted to count them again – hoping and praying that they’d magically transform into the amount he needed as he neared the end of the count.
He was not so lucky. He was two hundred gold short and he didn’t have time or plans timely enough to get the rest at this very moment. He knew begging for another day would be pointless, the landlord wouldn’t hear of it and he was more frightening than any Saran had met in Silvermoon.
The boy’s ears twitched and perked up in a startle as he heard the thud of a distant door and the heavy slowed footsteps approaching down the hallway outside his room. Each slow drop of the foot grew louder as it echoed down the corridor, the sound could only belong to a being large in size and hefty in weight.
Saran sighed again, lifting himself off his rear and turning away from the door to rest on his palms and knees on all fours, his shapely backside pointed towards the door at the end of his bed. He swallowed hard as the footsteps were at their loudest and scraped to a stop outside his door. There was an unnerving silence that seemed to last forever between the stop of the footsteps and the thunderous pounding fist against his door that made him jump, even though he knew it was coming.
“C-come in…” Saran stuttered out nervously as there was another pause after his words. That silence was broken by the slow opening creak of the old door and wave of light illuminating the naked and waiting femboy on the bed who couldn’t stop himself from shivering slightly.
Saran peered back over his shoulder with his tender verdant eyes at the terrifyingly imposing and large Vrykul standing in the door way. He was short bearded, portly and dressed in a vest and pants only. “Looks like you don’t have my rent again, boy.” The large Vrkyul man remarked, seemingly not the first time he had come across the sight before him.
“No sir. I have to pay this way… again.” Saran said in a quiet almost shamed tone, he had hoped to be in a better position than last month but here he was again. Struggling to make ends meet and being forced to earn his right to stay in a dirty little apartment hardly worth the asking price. Yet it was this or the street where he had no protection at all.
The landlord tutted repeatedly as he stepped inside the room, closing the door behind him and removing the bright glow of the hallway light that illuminated Saran with it as he did. “You wouldn’t have to pay at all if you just came and lived with me in my apartment, sweet cheeks.” The portly Vrkyul remarked while he rubbed at Saran’s rear as he sat on the edge of the bed beside the femboy. “You’d have to cook and clean for me of course. As well as perform other womanly duties.” He said with a mischievous smirk, sinking his grip into the boy’s flesh rear.
The touch and voice of this man made Saran’s skin crawl, he was entirely repulsive and unsympathetic to his situation. He also knew if he went to live with the landlord as his companion then he might not ever be able to leave. “I’ll have rent on time next month, Landlord.” Saran gave as his reply, his words leaving the Vrykul with an unimpressed expression from the rejection of his offer.
“Have it your way boy.” He spoke in a sharp slightly frustrated manner, a far cry from the tender tone he had given the offer with just moments ago. “Do me a favor this time. When you cry, show me your face so I can taste the tears upon your soft cheeks as I use you.”
Saran gulped audibly again, turning his gaze away and looking down at the pillow as the Vrykul slapped his unblemished rear and got into position behind him. The shadow of the landlord towered over him sending a chill up Saran’s spine as he braced himself for another long and uncomfortable night.
Comments
Ruleram
Nice start for 2018! :D
Ketra
Noice work ( ' - ')b
