Boudoir Full of Heads ( FF/futa )

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The sisters Montarri Mother Montarri

Hello, you're beautiful, I love you. I'm looking for someone to take the role of a futa adventurer girl. I mean to write a pair of thirsty dullahan, possibly named Leuca and Catnea Montarri, to accompany your gal into the Castlevania-style evil castle of Mother Montarri, clan matron and all around selfish slag. So what's a dullahan? It's a sort of psychopomp from Irish myth, a headless rider which collects the dead and thirsts for blood. But these are sexy dullahan, so let's tweak the myth here and say Leuca and Catnea (and Mother Montarri, necessarily) are all about the copious jism. Your adventurer gal, it doesn't matter all that much what she can do! What's important is that she's a living battery for Leuca and Catnea to conquer the castle and defeat Mother Montarri. It's crucial that your gal survive, but not all that crucial that she feel valued or in control of her destiny. Within the mad castle of Mother Montarri, we might encounter... The Hall of Broken Pillars, where the shadows of the fallen arise spontaneously to claim victims, ancient suits of armor come to malevolent life wielding great oak-cleaving halberds, and hidden harpies swoop from grand chandeliers in search of dinner. The Crypts of Madness, where shifting secret walls and lantern-lit grottoes labored by creaky old machinery harbor black-eyed sirens, queenly medusa, and the gauntlet of magic runes and dastardly traps designed to make short work of would-be robbers. The Guest Rooms, a respite well-earned with so many abandoned luxuries, were they not haunted by poltergeist-possessed finery, evil dolls wielding paralytic poison, and thieving fairies with a taste for lace undergarments. The Twisted Gallery, where Montarri history is overgrown by thorny vines and huge purple-black blooms birth sinister maidens, fanged traps lie in wait and hypnotic spores shake free of ancient portraits, turning the weak-willed into drones. The Dark Kitchen, where desirous yokai take the shapes of fiery kitsune and voluptuous queen bees serve up exotic dishes for discerning dullahan, awaiting only the secret ingredient of mortal seed. The White Altar, where Mother Montarri's vampiric lovers wait mired in mud to drag the unwary into sticky doom, and the last bastion of holiness is guarded by a forlorn angel, no friend to our ilk. and the Heart of Darkness, where the immortal Mother Montarri awaits her impertinent daughters and their pet in a living, pulsing sanctum of demonic delights. Are you prepared to get spooky? Please check out my O&Os, and drop me a message.