Book 4 Special Edition Poll: Chapter 1 (Patreon)

Okay, nobody panic! We have the return of...POLLS!

When I am nearing publication of a book, I have artwork done for the book in order to create a Special Edition exclusively for Patrons. Each chapter has a scene voted on by you, my readers!

You get three choices, and only one of them wins! (The best part about doing these polls is it spawns two parallel worlds where the other art won, and if I figure out how to bridge the gap between worlds, we'll get a massive omnibus!)

Here we go! The choices are below with a reminder about the scene. Voting closes in one week!

Dana and Daisy sharing some MAGIC SPUNK

Her lip hooked up in a grin, and she poured the spooge concoction into her coffee. There were a few dribbles stuck inside the glass, and she hooked a finger in to retrieve it when Daisy fluttered over and held up her tiny cup.

"Oh. I was just kidding, but you'll totally drink some too, won't you?" Dana used her nail to retrieve some spunk from the glass and scraped it across the top of Daisy's tiny mug. The little fairy seemed to be waiting as Dana stirred her coffee with a spoon, then lifted it.

"Cheers, bug." said Dana, and they clinked glasses. Daisy slammed hers in one go, wiping her lips off with her forearm. Like the other fairies in the house, Daisy was capable of transmuting sexual fluids into magic, and sparks now sprayed across the table from her wings.

Death pondering maps and drinking tea

"Hello, Mike Radley." Death's voice was rich like chocolate with the crisp finish of a British accent. He looked up from where he stood, his eye sockets smoldering with flames. His hood was pulled back, revealing his head to be just a skull. It had taken Mike several days to adjust looking at Death this way without blanching, and it really freaked him out that the skull was capable of morphing into different facial expressions. Whenever Death narrowed his eye sockets, it looked like he was going to hook someone's soul out of their body in anger.

"What are you looking at today?" Mike asked.

"Paraguay, late 1800's." Death took a sip of tea. It was odd watching the skeleton drink because the fluid seemed to disappear once inside his skull. Once he set the cup down, Death tapped his fingers on the map as if lost in thought.

Naia giving Mike a haircut

"Oh, I don't want you to move. I might mess up your hair." She leaned forward, her vagina squeezing him tightly while he slid out of her. Naia used her fingers to measure a few lengths of hair and made a couple of snips before sinking onto him again. Mike gasped, but she continued cutting his hair this way, her pussy clenching him tightly with every thrust. The water held him by the neck and shoulders now, preventing him from moving while she fucked him, and his whole body pulsed with energy.

She worked quickly, shearing away his excess locks in a matter of minutes, every snip of the scissors punctuated with the sensation of her curvaceous ass slamming into his thighs. He groaned, the electricity jumping between the two of them, and Naia's lowered the scissors more than once to catch her breath before continuing.