Ch. Death & Rebirth
Her eyes opened slowly, sharp rays of sunlight shining through the purple curtains which streaked across the carpeted floor of her bedroom, slowly creeping up the side of her bed like golden fingers. Jess sat up in bed rubbing her eyes and letting out a yawn, her curly scarlet hair tumbling down her back as she pulled the blanket off her and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Standing up and raising her arms over her head, Jess stretched long and hard, feeling all of the muscles in her body strain and flex in relief as she let out a long breath.
Jess wore a black tank top and short, pink pajama shorts that clung to her finely sculpted body, accentuating all of her curves and features, the rise and dips of her breasts and butt, her hips and her legs, and everything in between. Her glasses, an old but still endearing set with black frames and crystal clear lenses, sat on the side table next to her bed, which Jess picked up and slid onto the bridge of her nose, blinking as her vision cleared and she could see her room as more than just a fuzzy blur.
Jess moved across her bedroom, her feet padding softly across her purple carpeted floor, through a doorway, and into a small side bathroom connected to her room. Dropping her shorts, she sat down and relieved herself, fresh thoughts and ideas already soaring through her brain of all the different poses and scenes she would work on today. She already had two commissions she needed to get done by the end of the day, but she was already almost finished with those, so she figured she could make a little time for experimenting and creative exploration.
Pulling her shorts back up and flushing the toilet, Jess made her way out of the bathroom, looking across her bedroom. It was a small space, but it was hers. Her own little safe haven away from everything else.
Posters lined the walls, some of them rock band posters, a few of them from different movies she liked, but most of her posters were dedicated to video games and anime. A large flat screen TV, given to Jess by her parents on her nineteenth birthday just last week, was positioned atop an old, white wooden dresser at the foot of her bed, and standing against the wall next to Jess's bed was a tall white bookshelf, the shelves lined with nothing but books. The first two top shelves were filled with her favorite novels, most of them favorites from her childhood, the rest were new recent favorites she'd discovered, but the other five shelves were lined end to end with nothing else but manga volumes.
Shojo, Shonen, Josei, Ecchi, and more hentai manga than she knew what to do with. Most of her manga volumes were in near pristine condition, but those last two shelves were full of well worn and well used manga, their spines showing this perfectly.
Sitting down at her desk, a large piece of furniture made from dark wood, notched and a little beaten up here and there, but still sturdy and as reliable as ever, Jess took up her digital pen and powered on her tablet, preparing herself to begin what was sure to be a long day. As the tablet's screen powered on, Jess looked across the room at an old Pokemon clock that hung from the wall, blue rimmed, the two black clock hands spread across Pikachu's face.
Half past nine in the morning. She didn't need to have those commissions sent out until ten tonight. She'd be fine.
Finally, the tablet screen lit up, a pair of tanned titties spread across the screen, the nipples drawn to be perky, the bit of stomach that could be seen smooth and slender. Jess pinched the screen and the breasts minimized, showing that they were attached to the chest of a beautifully drawn woman. She had orange skin and long red hair that was drawn long and curling at the ends, spilling over her shoulders and down her back, ending spread out around her bottom. She was posed rather provocatively, drawn to be sitting on the edge of a bed, leaning back, her chest poked out, and her legs spread wide. Her eyes were half-lided, her mouth open in a silent moan, her tongue hanging out as one hand positioned itself frozen between her thighs.
Jess smiled at her work, feeling pride swell within herself. It had become one of her new favorites. There was just something about that looking the girl's face, the pose, the position. It just felt like she had gotten everything right with this one. She just hoped the buyer felt the same way. Jess's hand began to move then, her pen sliding and gliding across the screen as she drew lines and shaded here and there, filling in with colors and letting herself drift away with the movement of her hand as she did her best to really bring this piece to life. Within the hour, she had the entire thing finished. Saving and duplicating the drawing just to be safe, Jess moved them into a specific folder labeled 'COMMISSIONS', before opening a brand new page. Cracking open an energy drink that sat on the desk next to her, taking a long sip of it, she set it down, and began to draw.
Hours later, after taking a couple of small breaks to eat and use the bathroom, Jess sat back and looked at the finished product. It was a more elaborate piece than the first one had been, a scene depicting a poor, desperate looking girl with blue skin, violet colored hair, and white horns protruding from her forehead, being absolutely ravished by two ugly monsters. One stood behind the girl, holding the entirety of her body in its massive arms, resting her back against its wide chest, its large, thick dick pushed completely inside the girl's ass in a frozen thrust.
The second stood facing the two of them, its large cock buried deep inside the girl's pussy, the monster's head tipped back in a silent moan of pleasure and victory as it broke the girl. Jess let out a tired breath as she looked at her work, loving the look of pure pain, mixed with a slight look of begrudged pleasure and excitement despite her situation. Jess had dreams sometimes that she was in this exact scenario, being attacked and taken by monsters, pretending not to enjoy it, screaming and pushing them away, but loving every second of it. Loving the depravity and humiliation. It was all part of the fun, after all.