Chritsmas YCH -Censored-

Hey everyone! This YCH is special in that it’s not to be outright bought or auctioned, rather I’m raffling it among my Patrons!

Want in? All you’ve gotta do is to become my Patron!
It doesn’t matter if you pledge just $1 per month, you participate in the raffle nonetheless. Then favorite this publication and share it with your friends here, that’s all!

Stay my patrón for more than one month, and each month you’ve stayed my Patrón is a “ticket” for these monthly raffles, so the oldest, most consistent Patrons get ever increasing odds of winning them! Also at certain levels of monthly support, your months give you even more “tickets”, and top levels grant you a commission from me for pretty much free if you’ve never won a raffle after certain time supporting me.

Besides these raffles, I’ll be hosting many more events for my Patrons, and they get exclusive early access to my works before I upload ‘em here or anywhere else, as well as to my WIPs and PSD files as well as many other rewards for supporting me.

The Raffle's winner be announced Dec 22th at 10 p.m. (central time)
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Now, a little story for this YCH, writed by Fenrir From FA:

“Relax…” His husky voice next to your ear was all you needed to melt in his arms, his skills with those ropes several nights before were great but you never thought he’d be able to tie you up so well with just ribbons.

You could feel it, hot against your most intimate skin, promising you that tonight’s cold wouldn’t bother you in your little quaint cottage in the middle of the forest. No, tonight cold wouldn’t bother you even if you wore nothing but that black harness because someone would be laying next to you all night long, that someone was already starting to play with you and the heat radiating from there was more intense than even the heat coming from the hearth.

You moaned, and he stopped, looking over at you with a smirk “What a naughty boy… You should be quiet while your Master works… Should I muzzle you?” He asked, that husky voice again caresses your ears and you tremble in anticipation… Staying quiet, or asking to be muzzled? Could you even stay quiet when he starts ramming inside? Could you even wait any longer and let him muzzle you?

“Well… I’ll take you’re going to be a good boy now…” Too late, he’s started moving over you again, pushing firmly against your velvety skin, you need to bite your tongue to not moan out at the feeling of that as it slowly pierces your fleshy ring. It’s so hot, you feel the urge to moan but his eyes locked on yours force you to contain it, you want him to keep going now, your own meat weeps clear tears over your abdomen as you feel him push harder… Inch by inch your body swallows him “Good boy…” He whispers next to your ear, his warm breath makes you tremble, you want to beg him to go on, to start the ride, but you know better than speaking when your Master is having his fun… You enjoy it too much to dare risk him stopping. “You can beg for it now…” He growled.