The scandalous physique that was her half-nymph heritage meant Mindrendell was not welcome inside the grand elven bathhouses of Gilthaven. She resented the ban at first, but it proved to be a hidden blessing.
The land called to her; birds sung from their branches, and the braided brooks that wove through the sun dappled ferns littering the forest floor whispered a lazy lullaby. It was faint as she left the gates, growing noisier the further upland she hiked. Mindrendell left the familiar trail upon hearing the crescendo of a waterfall.
She stripped as she picked her way through the undergrowth. Layers of silk cocooning her chest were unwrapped and spooled around her forearm. Her sash came undone and she slipped out of her skirt as she came to the edge of a pool of cold, clear, churning water. She lowered herself thigh deep and decided "icy" would better describe the water temperature. Spinning it to "bracing" allowed her to wade closer to the base of the falls. Spray pelted her nipples, making each as hard as the rounded pebbles beneath her feet. A yelp escaped her lips before she realized that this wasn't the stuffy bathhouse, and she could make all the noise she wanted.
She sang as she scrubbed and rinsed, only stopping to briefly scan the banks for unwanted onlookers. What came next was her favorite part. By damming part of the falls with her chest, she created a highly pressurized jet of water channeled through the bottom of her cleavage, directed to just the right spot. The rushing current between her legs brought her pleasure again and again, till her knees buckled and she was leaning against her bosom, moaning louder with each subsequent climax.
Spent, she smiled to herself. Let those fools in Gilthaven have their tiny tubs.
I rushed over as soon as I got news that you made a pic based on classic mythology. 'Twas an eyegasm. To place it in Latin terms: "Veni, Vidi, Veni"-"I came, I saw, I came."
Quite lovely. Your expansions are breathtaking, but your facial expressions are what I think are best. They always seem to be so evoking and fit scenes perfectly.
Woot, quick question: Was this pic inspired by the work of (or, alternatively, are you a fan of) Akira Agata? Not only does he draw plenty of big boobs and fat girls, he draws a lot of elves, nymphs etc, and his name instantly popped into my head when I saw this pic.
Akira Agata(if i spelled it right)is a pretty famous expansion artist,known for "the comic stand",but you woot,didnt take u as long as Akira,so u have quite an achievement as a perfessional expansion artist ^^...also i adore your work and many other artist as well...i won't tell,but you get the idea...
funny, I was thinking the same thing, Akira's art is, diferent to say the least, all his girls are a little too big boobed, and never very round, and they usually have really big nipples, which is still good but, you know. Woot's stlye is better in many ways, unfortunetly he uses those special art programs that CG artists use, and make it look better. But you know what? You have to pay for his doujins, but Woot's stuff is free ^_^!
The land called to her; birds sung from their branches, and the braided brooks that wove through the sun dappled ferns littering the forest floor whispered a lazy lullaby. It was faint as she left the gates, growing noisier the further upland she hiked. Mindrendell left the familiar trail upon hearing the crescendo of a waterfall.
She stripped as she picked her way through the undergrowth. Layers of silk cocooning her chest were unwrapped and spooled around her forearm. Her sash came undone and she slipped out of her skirt as she came to the edge of a pool of cold, clear, churning water. She lowered herself thigh deep and decided "icy" would better describe the water temperature. Spinning it to "bracing" allowed her to wade closer to the base of the falls. Spray pelted her nipples, making each as hard as the rounded pebbles beneath her feet. A yelp escaped her lips before she realized that this wasn't the stuffy bathhouse, and she could make all the noise she wanted.
She sang as she scrubbed and rinsed, only stopping to briefly scan the banks for unwanted onlookers. What came next was her favorite part. By damming part of the falls with her chest, she created a highly pressurized jet of water channeled through the bottom of her cleavage, directed to just the right spot. The rushing current between her legs brought her pleasure again and again, till her knees buckled and she was leaning against her bosom, moaning louder with each subsequent climax.
Spent, she smiled to herself. Let those fools in Gilthaven have their tiny tubs.