It has been brought to my attention that nobody actually likes Final Fantasy IIIIII, so today I am proud to announce my brand refresh as The Official Dink Smallwood Fan Fetish Account. Share your wildest erotic Dink Smallwood fantasies here!
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Dink had never been with an Orc before, and these green-skinned princesses were a two-for-one deal. They kissed him, then each other. For the next hour, they fell completely into each other, sharing their souls, forgetting that Dink was even in the room. He dressed, went home, and made a sandwich.
She gave his ballbags a rough yank, just like he liked. He squelped in delighony, a combination of delight and agony that he had learned about from the Siren queen.
"Do it again!" he commanded.
"No." she said as she flew out the window and into the stormy sky.
"Your sword, it's so... tempered" she says with a wink. The kind of wink that tells Dink that she's using a double meaning. Tempered things are made hard, but why would she be saying that about his sword? He ponders this question as her breasts heave across his body. By "sword", does she mean his
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It's an old ass PC game in all the best and worst ways.
(Works great on SteamDeck btw, download the community made HD edition.)
It seems the map/game editor is part of what keeps it alive.
"It's also a description, if you know what I mean..." Dink replied.
"Oh really?" She glances down, looking for a bulge. His pants are smooth and flat.
"My penis is small", he clarifies.
"You wanna get some falafel?" she asks.
"Naw, I'm good"
It farted. He gasped, shocked at its rude display, yet aroused by its bluntness.
"Do it again!" he commanded.
"No." she said as she flew out the window and into the stormy sky.
He was now aware of his nudity.