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Ceril never got play time in our Dresden Files RPG - he was too dark. Instead I’ve been playing a snobbish Ivy-league wizard named Dickie Greenleaf. His personal secretary / chauffeur is a heavily-tattooed ex-escort.
Ciril, the cancer mage. A friendly folk healer who works largely in immigrant communities in Boston helping to stave off disease and urban decay. Who knew that viruses were sentient creatures? Or that you could use STDs as a spy network?
I didn’t want to draw arms or the rest of him. But I did want to draw his hand and rings.
Mom and Duchess. Duchess is obviously spoiled rotten.
Two of four characters completed. This is turning into my Magnum Opus…
I’m really proud of this one. Definitely some of my best work. I think this is the third or fourth woman I have ever drawn. And only the second that I’ve ever completed.
The man flicked the whip back and forth with a steady pace. Each blow sent Trent squirming against his bonds, howling and writhing. The rope which bound his hands only had enough give for him to pull it up to his face. He curled his fingers and gnawed at his nails in futility.
His cock was red and swollen from the assault. All he felt from it was the angry burn of the welts. And yet he remained hard.
“Stop! Fuck, please stop!”
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This originally started as “taking a break” from another project I was working on. Then it took a couple days :p
The boy’s face first appeared as a sketch here. I didn’t use it at the time, but this was a good opportunity :D I’ll use the braces in a future drawing…
Version one of potentially many. I’ve got a half-dozen or so versions to do with this including the actual milking machine. Figured I’d post this one for now.