thetruehentaiaddict

WARNING: FOLLOWING TEXT CONTAINS A LOT OF RANT
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"Life sucks, then you die."

Truer words have never been said. Here I am, drinking some root beer on my dorm room (they don't allow alcohol here, so no Bailey's for me), hungry after eating the last meal in my refrigerator, and I look at my wallet - thirty bucks and an expired coupon. *sigh* When I finally decided to move out for college, I seriously wasn't expecting this.

Oh, well, time for my desperation move:
Commissions.

That's right - I, the laziest artist around, have decided to open commissions. Why? 'Cause I'm hungry. Even a lazy bastard like myself starts working when he's hungry. Sad, but true.

Anyway, I'll just put the prices here:

sketch: $5
lineart: $10
color: $20

extra char.: +$5 each
hentai: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I'm still too lazy for that!!!!)
nude: no extra cost

Payments are PayPal only.

First person to buy one gets 50% off.

Slots available:

1. - Trixie pic (color) - finished: http://thetruehentaiaddict.hartists.net/gallery/submission/14698

2. *open*

3. *open*

That is all.

RANT OVER

After a painful 4-month delay, I've finally started on chapter 3 of my "Heavy Addictions" story (I publish it on HF - link on userpage).

Here's a small (comparatively speaking) teaser - this isn't even halfway through the chapter, btw. As soon as I finish the rest, I'm gonna go over it and change some stuff so it looks better - this is just a rough draft.

Oh, and if Zab (by some otherworldly miracle which I cannot explain) sees this, please, PLEASE add a story gallery so I can finally leave the crap-fest that is HF! Please!

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Chapter 3:
Xilah

<<Just give up, already!>>

Shut up.

<<I’m serious. She’s like a ghost, that one—been trying to find her myself for years. You just got lucky that time.>>

Shut up!

<<Look, I’m warning you—if you don’t stop looking for Vivia right now, I am SO gonna—>>

“SHUT UP, ALREADY—oh, crap.” All over the alleyways, the infected ones rose from their deep slumber and were suddenly ready to pounce.

<<You IDIOT!!!>> Sapi screamed at the back of my mind.

“Do me a favor, Sapi,” I said as I slashed my assailants into ribbons. “SHUT UP!!!”

<<Well? What have we learned today?>>

“To start ignoring the nagging voice in my head?”

Sapi sighed. <<Idiot. What kind of retard goes out searching for someone AT NIGHT in an alleyway filled with mindless zombies looking for someone to fuck? This isn’t your home world, child—you may be used to walking alone at night back home, but here, I rule these streets—YOU’RE just a tourist, completely unaware of the dangers awaiting in—>>

“Look, if I go find a shelter, will you finally shut up?”

<<Just do so before I throw a Star Trek reference—gods know they are WAY overused.>>

“Seriously? I haven’t noticed…”

<<You’re not a fan of Star Trek, are you?>>

“Nah, I’m more of a Star Wars kinda guy—”

<<Girl. You’re a girl now, remember?>>

“Whatever.”

I started cleaning up the swords when I noticed a crack in both of them. Seems they won’t last another battle.

<<A pity, really. I sensed strong magic in them—you don’t see swords of that caliber anymore, even in a magically-saturated place like this one.>>

“Yeah…I wonder—”

<<Mind voice, please—we’re still in danger.>>

Sorry. But anyway, I wonder why my dad had this back home?

<<Who knows? Let’s just get outta here before more infected people get here…or worse…>>

Worse?

<<Don’t ask.>>

Right…

Making sure I had everything, I put the swords in my backpack and started climbing the building beside me. Even with my weaker constitution, I was light enough back then that climbing was a breeze—which really helped satisfy my kleptomania, if you know what I mean. I was heavier now, but my newfound strength helped me climb even faster than before, which would’ve been great except for these—

“Stupid F-cup breasts…” I groaned at about floor 53.

<<Just be glad they’re natural—silicone breasts don’t squish enough for you to climb well.>>

“Yeah, yeah…I’m just glad I’m used to climbing buildings.”

<<That explains how you managed to get from floor one to floor sixty in two minutes.>>

“This strength is amazing—usually I take that long to get to floor thirty!”

<<Uh, kid?>>

“Yeah?” I hurried a bit, since it started to rain.

<<How old were you when you were human?>>

“Why do you ask?”

<<’Cause the only humans I’ve seen with such speed and stamina are immortals—well, except for this 19-year-old kid I met once, but he was…uh, never mind. So how old are you? Two hundred? Three?>>

“Thirteen—wha!” Slipped at floor 77. I grabbed a ledge on floor 74 and stayed there—the rain made the walls too slippery to continue from outside.

<<1,300 years old? Huh…I thought you were younger…>>

“I am,” I said as I tried to dry my tails with a wind spell. “I’m thirteen—period.”

<<WHAT?!?!? But you look like 21!!!>>

“Uh, magic portal, remember?”

<<Oh, yeah. Well, at least you get a glimpse at the adult world a bit earlier than expected.>>

“Actually, I’ve been living in that world for years. Still a virgin, though—just ask my sister.”

<<So she inherited Vivia’s libido, I’m guessing?>>

“Doubt it.” I forced open the elevator door and cut the ropes with my sword, thereby dropping the elevator. Judging by the screaming moans I heard from it as it came down from a higher floor, I’m guessing I also took out a couple of beasts. “I mean, Vivia was horny, but my sister’s a lot worse—like a cat in heat, she just pounces and won’t stop until satisfied. Only that nympho’s never satisfied—DAMMIT!!!”

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End of teaser (too bad, eh?)