Yolags Pleasure Garden (Crossover Stories)

[Yolag]

Hey all, I've been playing with this idea called "The Island" for some time. For the most part, it's just a fun little day dream I like to have, it's not always pornographic but when my mind wanders it can be. Given the nature of the site I'll try to trim the boring bits and cut to the chase.

Ultimately, this is serving more as a writing exercise than going anywhere concrete at the moment, but let me know your thoughts!

TIDES OF FATE : W.I.T.C.H. (Irma Lair) Part I
Crow stirred in his sleep, his messy black hair lay matted on the jungle floor. It was hot and humid. Horrible would be an easier word for it. Too horrible for Crow to possibly lul off to sleep, even fully nude it felt like a never ending bath of misery. His sweaty skin stuck to the earth and picked up a new layer with each jostle, something he was overwhelmingly aware of.

"Damn it all," he grumbled under his breath as he surrendered in his hopeless struggle for sleep. He'd been in this new land for- what he felt was days, but he was becoming aware that time in this place didn't flow like it should. Days seemed endless, while nights could be mere moments, and vice versa. The nights weren't so bad, it was dark but he preferred that. He still wasn't sure he was alone on this island. Every so often he would hear what he imagined was a scream, but passed it off as merely a strange bird. This island certainly was strange.

He rolled to his feet and scratched his head, "well.. might as well hunt." He sounded as if he was convincing himself, but secretly, this was one of the things he loved about this place. In his old world he'd felt constricted by society but here, there was no saftey net, no one to judge him, his blood raced at the mere thought of this freedom. He grabbed his "spear," which was really more of a large branch he'd wittled with stone in his spare time. There was a lot of that now... The spear wasn't much to look at but it had come in handy with the wild pigs he'd found on the island. He took a moment and cleared his head and then wandered off deeper into the forest. There was a river, not far from him he'd been following, the pigs seemed to follow it and that meant food.

***

It was quiet tonight. He'd been walking for a while with not a single sign of life other than the occasional bird and the babbling river. It was dark but he honestly preferred it, he was always very good at seeing in the dark. Maybe not as good as a cat, but he could see silohettes just fine, well enough he felt comfortable with just the moon light to guide him. He plunged his spear into the rocky sandy and kneeled down for a drink. The water was cool and refreshing, if the humid muggy air was Hell, then this must be heaven. A peaceful calm overtook him while he appreciated the water. These little things went unnoticed in the old world but here, it meant everything and he appreciated this small slice of paradise. For that instant the world was still... Broken by a splash.

His head instinctly snapped towards the sound. It came from up the river, where he was heading. His blood quickened again, first out of fear, then excitement. He snatched the spear from the sand and took off into a sprint. Staying slow he ran as fast as he could, trying to run only on the tips of his feet, he'd seen it on TV and thought maybe it made him quieter. He glanced over the river, it was slowly getting wider and in the distance he could now hear the crashing of water.

"A waterfall?" He thought to himself, it had been quiet for a while and he'd yet to see or hear anything. His sprint slowed to a paced walk as he talked himself out of it. This island was strange and maybe it was no- *Splash* He heard it again, and this time it was close. He crouched down and scanned over the water until he saw it, movement down by a set of rocks. He grinned to himself and made his was as quickly but quietly as he could to the large stones by the rivers edge. The closer he got, the more sloshing he heard, it sounded big. His blood raced at the thought.

Getting to the prey was another matter, once at the stones he realized they formed almost a cooridor on the river bank, too narrow for his spear to be any good to him. He leaned against the wall, slowly creeping towards the opening of the rocks, he could hear the water sloshing about, it was definitely an animal. He first thought to wait it out, but it became clear the beast had no intention of leaving, finally bravado got the best of Crow. He decided he's rush in, grab the pig, and drag it out to finish off. Softly he pushed his spear into the silty sand and crept around the corner.

It was darker in here than it was outside, he could barely make out the figure until he was nearly atop it, but then he saw, two thick hindlegs. It hadn't noticed him, Crow was pleased with himself and decided the best plan of attack was to rush up behind and flip it over before it knew what had happened. Crow psyched himself up, sized up his target and rushed in.

His flung his arms around the beast, latching onto two big soft things. Something was wrong, he knew it in an instant. The beast screamed and slammed back into him, crow lost his foot and stumbled back into the shallow water, still stunned by the scream, it wasn't an animal it was almost hu- The water shifted around his body, he'd never seen anything like it. It encased him like a suit and forced him down.

"What the hell!?" His mind fumbled trying to peace together what had just occured.

He looked up to see the figure had forced itself against the wall and was breathing heavy. It was much taller than before and now clearly humanoid, he still could barely make it out but now he saw two blue eyes looking back at him. They reminded him of the moon on the ocean, for an instant he was lost in them, and in another he flung back against a large stone, the water forced him up and held him there. The figure started walking forward.

"Who are you!?" It shouted at him, he still couldn't make out the figure, but could now tell it was definitely female. The water began to tighten on him as the figure made its way into exposed moonlight. Now he could see her, she was about his height, hair about shoulder length, her eyes had a magical blue glow that would have drawn him in had he not glanced down to see her two large breast and beatifully shaped hips. Once more he was lost, but this time not in her eyes and his body started reacting accordingly. His cock swelled as he lay pinned against the wall, in truth he may not have noticed, he was in his own little world which is why he may have missed the figure calling him again.

"Hey dumbass, are you deaf?" She yelled making her way warily forward. "Who are you and what do you-" she stopped cold. Deep down she might have known he would be naked, she was brought here naked, but she never expected to see his friend pointing right at her. "His BIG friend too. If only Stephen were that big," her face flushed red as she thought to herself. What was he planning on doing with her, was he going to force himself on her. She found herself fixated on his cock, maybe that wouldn't be so bad she joked with herself. Her heart started pounding as her mind wandered, perhaps too much as her concentration on her magic wanned the silence from the two distracted bodies was broken by Crow slipping from the water onto her. Instinctively he reached around her on the way down and absorbed most of the fall and the two crashed with a loud splash.

"Are you alright?" Crow groaned,
"Yeah. I'm fine, what about y-" A mix of hot and cold flashed through her body, as Crow went to stand up the head of his cock brushed between her pussy lips and flicked her clit. Her body was on fire. She looked to he his massive cock in her face. "Is he kidding?" She thought, "There's no way he's this dumb. Is he trying to toy with her?" She watched him, expecting some kind of reaction, but he just put his hand out to help her up. "No, he's really just an idiot," she thought, "but I can have fun with that." She made as if she was reaching for his hand, but with her other one she grabbed the base of his cock, Crow let out a little yelp. "So.. what's your name?" she tightened her grip.
"Cr-crow." He sputtered.
"Crow? What kind of name is that?" She thought to herself. "Well.. Crow," she tightened her grip again, "what were you trying to pull just now?"
Crow hesitated, but her grip only got tighter. "I-I-I was hunting.
Her grip loosened, "Hunting..? Hunting what?
"Well I thought I saw a pig in he- AH!" She squeezed his cock like a vice grip, only loosened from the shock of it throbbing. Crow fell into the water on his knees before her.
"A pig, huh?"
She sounded furious thought Crow, he had to think of something quick. "Yeah but... I only found an Angel." He looked up into her deep blue eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat, "He's a complete idiot," she thought to herself. Her body a mix of fire and ice. In truth she was soaking wet, and not just from the pool, her sanity barely holding on by a thread when it happened. He leaned forward, to this day Crow would think this magic kiss was what won him the girl, in reality it was the knock out punch of nature when his cock ground upon her clit as he moved in. Whichever story you prefer the two locked lips, a swift but powerful kiss that took her breath away. Crow pulled his head back, eyes wide trying to figure out what he'd just done as she smiled. She moved herself back onto a cropping of rocks just above the water line.
She simply said, "I'm Irma," as she slowly opened her legs.

Part II
She looked as a shimmering Goddess to Crow, she would be inclined to agree. Crow crawled towards her and prepared to plunge his way into heaven when the hand of the goddess caught him.

"Nah-ah-ah-ah-ah," Irma reached around his cock. Crow gave a little jerk back remembering the last time this happened. Irma placed her other hand on the back of his head and lowered him down as she released his member.

Crows heart sank a bit, but he got the message. He gave Irma a kiss on the chest, and then the breast while his other hand moved up and toyed with her other nipple. He slowly proceeded down, kissing her stomache while pinching her nipple. Irma gave a series of little squeeks, followed by a massive gasp as Crow dragged his tounge up her pussy, splitting her lips and coming down to a kiss and a suck on her clit. He pulled her up so her legs and ass were now in the air and began licking and tonguing her clit. Slowly he propped her up with his knee a moved his hand that was resting on her lower back, up across her ass, giving a little tease of her asshole on the way. Coming to its conclusion with his thumb rubbing on her clit and his middle and ring finder slowly making their way inside her soaking pussy.

Irma moaned in disbelief, "this is amazing," she thought to herself as she got lost in the ecstasy. Peeking down she saw his massive cock pressing against her leg, It felt so big, bigger than anything she'd ever had prior, even in her experimental Meridian days. She reached down and gave his cock a tug, he responded with a grunt followed by a rougher fingering. Crow looked up with a confident grin, "he know's he's good, Irma hated that but right now was too lost to rebuke it. Crow slowly moved his little finger onto her asshole and began probing it. Irma had a moment of shock, she'd never done that before. I mean, she'd always wanted to, but Stephen thought it was gross, god it was amazing, and scary, and exciting and -OH!

As Crow slid his pinky all the way in Irma lunged up in laughter, Crow bounced back, "I'm sorry, I thought you were enjoying it I-"

"No no, you're alright," Irma looked up beaming through a nervous smile, her eyes bright as moonlight. Crow knew he might end up a slave to this Goddess as his heart fluttered. "I've just never done it before," she smiled and buried her face in his arms.

"Oh, I'm sorry.." Crow ran his fingers through his air. There was a silence between them.

"I did like it," Irma smiled at him.

This reassured Crow enough to bounce him back, he smiled back at her, "No worries, I understand. He pushed her back onto the rocks. "Maybe lets try something more familiar then," he rest his cock between her lips. Irma couldn't say a word, she was flooded with emotions of both excitement and fear as she looked at his cock, the head past her navel. "There's no way I can go back to Stephen after this," she knew that was a bad thing to think, but there was a ring of truth in it. Stephen was half his size at best, if this didn't kill her, there's be no way his little prick would ever fit again. She started to think if she'd ever really have to leave.

"Ah!" Irma let out a little yelp as it started pressing in, "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, yes!" she started chanting, she felt like she was going to be split in half. It was crazy but incredible at the same time. She opened her eyes and sprung at him, giving him a massive kiss. She exhaled, buring her face in his chest laughing. "Are you okay for the rest?" she heard through his chest. "Rest?" she looked down to see he was only half way in, just past the point his cock turned from pink to tan, what was that she thought, followed by the dread of "rest." She took a big gulp, "yeah," and pulled herself down onto his cock. She felt his head hit her cervix, it was a new, incredible feeling. She gave him a nip on the neck and whispered in his ear. "Make it worth it!"

Crow lurched back, for a second Irma thought he'd pull her apart, followed by the hard thrust of his cock against her womb. Her mind went blank. Reaching behind her head, Crow craddled her as he plunged hard into her pussy. The water around them shuttered with each thrust. He could feel a creep of the water moving up his leg, as if feintly begging him to stop, but nature was in full control now. He tried looking into his Goddesses eyes, but the deep shining blue was replaced by a dull darkness that over took Irma as she slipping into ecstacy. This was one of the few memories Crow had was of this look and how much he hated it, that rage fueled his motion as he began pounding harder. Coincedentally, this was the first time Irma had really taken notice of Crows eyes. A violent streaking of green, gold, red and amber. She hadn't noticed before how the gold shined in the moonlight or the amber looked right through her, for an instant it reminded her of a Nat Geo episode she'd seen on predators. His body was hot now, she almost thought it would burn her and the harder he went she could see him slipping further and further away. With the last shred of sanity she had left she squeezed him tight and he snapped back. His cock swelled and released deep in side of her. Slowly he lowered Irma back into the rocks behind her and propped himself back up.

Together the two slowly returned to their senses. Irma tried catching her breath and rolled her head over to see Crow. Still sitting in the water. He looked up and it was like he was a different person. Irma smiled at him, the brightness back in her eyes. Crow snapped to the one thing he could think of and grabbed her hand. "Are you alright?" He said through a hushed whisper.

Irma laughed, "I'm great."

"Umm.. Did you cum?" Crow asked, the niave sincerity in his voice made Irma crack up laughing.

"He really is an idiot," she thought to herself as she drifted to sleep.

[Yolag]

Through the Woods Part I - W.I.T.C.H. (Cornelia Hale)

Crow felt himself falling and jolted from his sleep to find himself propped against the stone wall. Her looked across the cove to see Irma, further towards the back of the our cropping of rocks than he remembered, probably trying to stay dry he thought to himself. That was no longer an issue, the tide had flushed all the water out of the small riverside cove. Crow rocked to his feet, glancing at Irma he could see the spoils of his deed still running down her leg. He gave himself a little accomplished smirk.

Wandering outside he was blasted by the harsh sunlight of day. He really hated the days in this new world, as bad as it was at night it was 10 times worse during the day, but his stomach rumbled and he was sure Irma would be hungry too. Thinking perhaps of a reward of round two if he could grab them some food. He snatched his spear from the now dry earth and took off into the forrest. Completely unaware of the tall figure making its way up the beach.

She'd seen him though, the tall blonde woman watched as he took off into the woods. Her arms full of freshly picked fruit, she first she questioned what she'd seen, they hadn't seen anyone for days so the sight of another human was certainly off, but that was soon replaced with dread as she ran towards the rocky cove. Rounding the corner her heart sank as she saw her friend huddled in the corner. She dropped the fruit and covered her mouth in shock as she stared at her friends motionless body. She saw the ground stained and thought the worst, she couldn't bring herself to move any closer. This would later prove to be a mistake but for now all the fear in her was replaced by guilt and anger for not being here to help her friend. Her blood boiled and she gave chase.

***

Crow wandered deeper into the forrest ever vigilant for the rustle of life. This was harder during the day though, every shifting bug or passing bird was a new distraction. Normally he was not above eating the bugs, but knew better than to risk such a suggestion with Irma and the birds were far to fast for him. He knew what he was here for, the wonderful succulent island pigs he'd come to know. Just then he'd heard a familiar rustle up ahead. He hid behind a tree and readied himself, only paused by the linger thought of what had happened the night before. He stopped himself and peered around the tree, it was to make out, just jostling leaves on the forrest floor, but soon he confirmed it. "Yup, definitely not a girl," he smirked to himself. He tightened his grip on his spear and slowly leaned further out from the tree. He's gotten quite good at this, "five steps and throw" he thought to himself and moved his strong leg back into a springing stands. "R-r-ready... Now-" he slammed to the floor. He looked back to see his leg had tangled in forrest brambled. The pigs ran off squeeling and he gave a gruff growl to himself. He was sure the brambles weren't there. As he untangled his leg, he'd almost missed but they began to reach for his other limbs. Crow panicked and ripped his leg out from the mess, snapped up his spear and took off into the forrest.

"What the hell!?" He thought to himself, "The forrest is alive!? And it's mad... MAD ABOUT THE PIGS!?" He ran as fast as he could, now completely lost but he knew he couldn't stop. Behind him he heard the creaking of wood and slither of bramble and he knew stopping meant death. He needed a place to hide, but where was he going to go, the enemy was literally everywhere!? Just then he noticed some large boulders up ahead and knew that was his only shot. He burst through the last shrubs just before the small clearing around the rock and scampered up as fast as he could. He reached the top and lay and flat as he could on his back, clutching his spear to his chest he tried desperately to catch his breath as quiet as possible. The plants around him shimmied and shook, but finally stopped and it was silent. He didn't trust the silence, but what was he going to do, stay their forever? He tightened his grip on the spear and slowly slid up to peer over the rock. At first he saw nothing but a bit higher he could see it, a figure, a man it looked like. He sunk back down slightly assured, this was bad, but a man could be killed. He listened carfully as the silence slowed into footsteps against the grass. "Three steps," he thought to himself but then buried that thought. It was too risky, no, at one step he would chanrge. "T-w-wooo he thought to himself, and as the next foot step creeked, he lunged with all his force over rock. Spear drawn he hurled himself at the figure, only to be snatched in mid air. Trees and plantlife literally reached out and strung him up like a star. The ones on his right arm squeezed until he released the spear.

"What did you do to her?" That wasn't a mans voice he though. Looking down he could see her, a slender blonde woman, not much for curves, certainlty not as much as Irma, but now in the light he could tell she was definitely a woman. Her perky behind her out stretched hand, there was no question about it. Crows cock began to swell, but all he could think was "this is not the time.."

The woman walked closer, "What did you do to her!?" She tightened her grip and heard a gasp from Crow. Ironically her hand may be the only thing keeping Crow alive, it just happened to block her line of sight to his now flaccid cock hanging out.

Crow could only thing of Irma, what was she mad about? Had something happened? There was a genuine concern in his mind but all that came out was, "we fucked!" There was a pause and a slight slack in the grip, Crow breathed a little easier, but was quickly retracted and followed by sharp laughter.

"She wouldn't fuck YOU! She has a boyfriend!" The woman was certain Irma wouldn't have fucked him willingly, did he rape her?! The horrible thought flashed through her mind.

"I don't have anything to do with that," Crow answered honestly. He wasn't really too sure what to say, but as the vines and wood tightened around him, for the first time in his life he thought this may be how he dies. The wood was now around his neck and he was finding harder to breath, ironically this was causing him to get hard. Extremely hard. He's heard about this but never really thought he'd ever experience it. His cock was now too big to hide behind her hand.

The woman, shocked, lets out a little yell, "that's disgusting!" She screamed at him, but he was now well past the point of replying. It was huge, she thought to herself but she couldn't let go of the thought that he'd raped Irma. Still, nature was starting to take contol here and half our of curiosity she touched his solid cock. She wasn't sure what she expected but was absolutely shocked by how big and hard it was. "My god," she thought, "I thought Peter was big but this.." her mind wandered what it would be like and for that instant she was sympathetic to Irma, maybe it was consential, but she couldn't let go of the "what if?" The vines loosened as she went deeper and deeper into her own thoughts, torn between the rage behind a possibility and the jealousy behind another, and all the while nature was creeping up on her. Her body was getting hot and reacting to his cock now so close to her hand. She had a devious idea, unsure if he'd raped her or if Irma had gone behind her boyfriends back on such a beastly cock she reached a compromise.

The vines around Crow loosened and lowered him to the ground, but still held him firm. They were not face to face, maybe it was the fear of dying, but Crow hadn't noticed how beatiful she was. Her blonde hair danced in the wind and her blue eyes were like part of the sky, maybe it was the lack of oxygen but he could swear it was like she was part of nature itself. His wanderlust broken by her sweet voice.

"What's your name?" She said with as stern a face she could muster, hoping he couldn't see her starting to get wet.

"Crow," he replied.

"Crow!? That's not a name.." She almost sounded offended.

Crow sighed, he'd heard this all before. "My real name, it's a family name, it's very hard to pronounce. Most people just call me crow." She laughed, he was used to that and looked down, it was all he could really do.

"I'm Cornelia," she said. It sounded as if the wind itself carried it to his ears. His cock was throbbing, but that was well beyond his control now. The only thing he missed from the old world was clothes. They could hide these things, if but a little. Not here though. Cornelia saw a twitch of his massive cock and her face flushed red. "And you two..," she paused looking for a proper word, "Did it?"

Crows heart sank a little, he thought he was getting somewhere and now he has to tell this girl how he just fucked her friend. Maybe fate was kind, maybe he could have both. "Yeah?"

Cornelia gave a little affirmative grunt, even that was cute to Crow. She didn't want to cheat on Peter, but she didn't want to lose to Irma more, and besides there was no sign they'd ever escape this place. Cornelia looked down and grabbed his cock, "well, would you want to.. with me?" She felt his cock swell in her hands and her heart jumped, a warm took over her she'd never felt before primal but almost loving, she looked back at Crow, locked on the gold trim of his eyes. Something about it dragged her in. He wanted to say yes, but just leaned forward and the two locked lips. Cornelias hand gave an instinctual tug on Crows cock. Crow in turn tried to wrap his arms around her, but was still tied up. Cornelia was still a bit unsure about this, all she was sure of is she wanted his cock inside her. "Lets... Do it like this," Cornelia moved the branches into a kind of chair, his arms still bound at his side, but much more comfortable, he raging cock sat up from his lap.

Cornelia flicked her hair behind her and stepped up onto the make shift throne, positioning herself about his cock, Crow leaned forward and Cornelia in return kissed him again. "She was sweeter than honey," Crow though to himself. As they split apart a sliver of saliva fell between them onto Crows cock and just nicking Cornelias clit. It might have well been a starters flag, as soon as it fell Cornelia lowered herself onto Crows throbbing dick.

It was tight, Cornelias body struggled inside whether she could do it or not. Half of her wanted to turn back, but the other half of her was fueled by a primal fire that flooded her pussy and pushed her on, possibly helped by a desire to show up Irma. She needed to do this, she thought.