Final colored art
Sketches and works in progress.
Hah, I was checking your site about to make a suggestion/idea for a piece, and there's the surprise of what I'd been waiting for with eager anticipation. :DIt's really perfect - the aggressive posing, the contrast of the dark skinned bulls and the more lush, lavender feeling to Erin and the bed/background. Above and beyond what I was hoping for. Absolutely hot as hell and I can only imagine the good little trap is a quivering, aching mess when they're through with him. Far from a critique but just curiosity - I noticed Erin had a tan in the tentacle piece but not in the original or here. Do you like him with a tan or more light skinned?Did promise to write a vignette of the scene, so I'll try and get on that in a short bit. Is Erin in a fantasy or 'real life' setting? Cheers!
He's kinda fantasy, elves, warriors, mages etc type world. For the tan thing he has always been brown skin cept in the tentacle pic the colors are different because he was in enclosed pit or whatever. So would be different lightning inside.
He works part time as bar maid/waiter. I kinda thought maybe gets picked up by couple guys who happen to think hes female. Too drunk maybe. But that's all the story line I had in head while drawing it.
Superb, what I was thinking as well. I'll give it a go when I can (terribly lazy, but this'll be fun).
Where civilization and savage wilds met, the sin of the former and untamed passions of the latter found fertile marriage. A rough and tumble town took root, flourishing from the crossroads of trade and travel. Man, elf, dwarf, races of beastly or humanoid persuasion counted among its denizens. So too did a young, willowy child of amazonians - a fitting habitat for one like Erin, caught as he was between the domains of masculinity and femininity. And in short order caught as well between a rock hard body and a harder frame still.Circumstance had led him beyond the familiar realm of his mother's tribe, jealously preserved in the sanctity of womanhood. While modest loins might perch between those tall, silky smooth legs, even a lingering glance would profess the violet-eyed vixen of a trap to be nothing short of a woman. And lingering glances abounded at the odd job he took up of waitress at one of the town's bustling taverns. Among men and women of the rough, bold disposition necessary for a life of adventuring and travel, lewd remarks and wandering hands were a daily feature.Less so were smooth, charming and persuasive words. Even less so from a man..men, two in fact, such as these. With skin a dark, burnished mahogany to the chestnut-roasted tan of Erin's, either of the two men cut the spitting image of unbridled, undiluted masculinity. One of a panther-like physique, lean and tightly woven with sinewy strength, the other a veritable bull of a man with brawny hands fit to encompass the full girth of Erin's thigh. As they did, in fact, while his lean friend slipped ceaseless flattery upon their trap of a waitress. Rough, aggressive hands that squeezed and smacked the boy's thigh, the two black men 'convincing' their waitress to sit and stay for drinks. Strong, hot liquids swallowed whole as Erin sat between the two before being pulled up onto the broader man's lap, as much overwhelmed by the arrogant, dominating presence of the two as the liquor itself. Comments of escaping the noise and bustle of the inn were passed over Erin's skittish murmurs and quips of hesitation as the lean man slipped a hand upon the trap's back and led him upstairs to their rented room.
With halting, nervous voice the vixen of a trap murred that he wasn't a woman. A snarl of laughter from the two, as Erin's face was teasingly slapped. "From where I'm standing, I'm seeing a prime piece of pussy." the broader, burly male growled, eliciting a flush rising up from the trap's cheeks. Such flustered embarrassment heightened as a these beasts in the guise of men practically leapt upon the boy. Little need to pull that emerald skirt down - the bull simply hiked it up above Erin's hips, tilting the raven-haired vixen's body to the side as he slapped and mauled at those tightly packed buttocks. The other firmly tugged that fur-lined tunic from the trap's body - neither paying any heed to the flat, breast-less torso or slim loins of Erin. Perhaps it was drunken ignorance, but far more did it seem these men had only a beastial appetite to breed, to fuck, to empty their loins of that thick, white hot nut.A lunge brought the lean black man's mouth to Erin's, tongue upon tongue, lips to lips as he made out with the trap, hands grabbing and spreading those tanned buttocks. The brawny-shouldered bull slid trousers and shirt off - and the sidelong glance of Erin took in the view with a certain measure of terror. Not a span of softness tarnished that body, sculpted as it was in pure, savage strength. Sinewy muscles wrapped about those tree-trunk thick legs, colossal arms, bullish neck. Indeed, everything was proportional to the man - a big ego, a big booming voice, and hung between his legs a horse-hung shaft of rich, dark complexion. Quite noticeably and impatiently jutting up. Passed off from one man to the other, the bull gave a few hard smacks to Erin's ass, pushing him to his knees and taking a handful of those purplish-black locks as the trap's face was thrust up against the black bull's crotch. The smell was rich with a musky, salty aroma, pre already oozing from a tip in copious volumes. A moment given to Erin's own initiative before the slim trap's head was tugged back, teasingly slapped by that fat cock before he was plunged down with an eager, aggressive tempo developing in that face fuck. Eyes clenched shut in the heart-thumping heat that clouded his mind, widening and looking to the side as he saw the other man's impressive span thrust into his slim, feminine fingertips, that fist-thick scrotum slapping lewdly against the trap's palm.
First I want to congratulate you for your excellent work! I'm always accompanied his work, I found your blog through this site Hentai Foundry. But every time I visit your blog I get lost in the midst of their work, they are not organized! So I suggest the use of tags, it would greatly help in the orientation on your Blog! Here in Blogger tags are known as MARKERS! Again congratulations on your work and hope I'm not being annoying to teach her how to use the Blogger!
Actually it's easier for people to use HF, then if want full set a link is always in the descriptions. It's just too much work to write up tags for both sites. I usually just want to post my pics and move on.
Always love seeing more Erin, even more so when he's getting spit-roasted by two black guys. Can't wait to see the next situation Erin gets into. Great work as usual. :)
Can we get more Erin?
Yes. Just not sure when.
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