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💀 Necromantic Serenade

This look is so hot, the fit arms and legs with the tiny little vacuumed waist.
I remember I called him that way back in day on Devart site. Then I wished to take words back as it sounded rude even if it was ment as joke X-)

Well the song is something opposite to my taste BUT there is really sharp progress in quality compared to older attempts at music. I could not tell if this song is some popular hit or not. Plus your text is for sure better than todays average lyrics :)

As for image what a comeback with "Kiss" style eyemask. And Lichard is for some reason looking with each image more sexy! He should be terrifying skeleton not sweet femboy you wish to lick ribcage and suck .... ehm :)
Shifty
Yeah, I think it would be hilarious if it was a Kiss style song: "I Was Made For Sucking Your Rib Cage, You Were Made For Sucking Mine!" XD But no, this song was not inspired by any well-known songs - I was just trying to follow the idea of Lichard's corpsepaint further and make some actual black metal song but it turned into comedy dark metal instead XD

As for Lichard looking sexier and sexier with each new image - I'm thrilled you think so, but brace yourself for the next one, promising to be the hottest yet ;D
Oh, he has put on some weight. Maybe he needs it to feed the beast behind the Sarong.
Guess he's skinny in the right places XD
Bony lad ain't he ! Sexy pose 💕
Haha! You're right about that 😜

🏮 Shadows Behind the Spotlight

Beautiful, this extremely sexy feminine femboy body you use. I just love it Yuni! Your asian characters are just lovely.

💦 Eternal Jizzum

How about Lichard and his adorable her toy share that incredible dick? After centuries Lichard's an expert at teasing out the longest largerst orgasms from his impressive meat. I can picture the camera from our cute hero's perpective trying to remain out of sight while peeking at Lichard the skeletal lust demon stud from afar before it goes in following the loud wet slurping sounds of intense autofellatio letting us see every inch of that demonicly sexy body as he front bends all over his own beautiful cock.

His lips are soaking wet with a mix of saliva and his own precum coating that lust spear making it glisten. His heavy balls twitching with each wave of pleasure building up a bigger and bigger load of dense cum. Lichards lovely long girly hair bobs back and forth as he inhales his throat bulging pole, every so often he pauses with just a mouthful of his swollen throbbing head before he circles his tongue around it, teasing the flat sensitive head then the underside in a lusty loop of self sucking ecstasy.

Our hero can't just watch he's too aroused by such an extremely sexy display. You think a lust demon who has been cumming for centuries can withstand the pair of them sucking, kissing, licking that dick and balls together? Cute hero has never seen a pair of balls so laden with cum and desperaste to let it out before so he is eager to lap them up that way he can see Lichard's autofellatio techniques up close. Our hero is soon following Lichard up licking that delicious demon shaft before Lichard's tongue covered in cutie corrupting fluids touches our hero's before he laps up the super sensitive flat head of his own towering cock. Hero laps up the super sensitive underside of the demonic dick.

Fuck me that'd be so hot! The pair of them pleasing Lichard together like that until he cums showering them both while they continue to overstimulate him producing more and more cum, the most Lichard has ever let out! I do hope our hero knows that is just the begining for him ;D
I have created special Lichard fanfiction. I hope you will like it including at least some images :)
And if not it's also ok will be glad to hear what to improve!


Tale about chubby lich
As you suspect this powerful and sexy lich weren't always Lichard. In fact centuries ago he used to be unremarkable chubby boy (since real name is lost to time let's call him Richard) living in average "medieval" city. In his world amazing force we would call "magic" existed. Sadly best spell most commoners could use would create light or warm your hands. To Richards amazement nobody in his family or even friends really pursued deeper magical knowledge, well sure they sometimes envied passing wizard, warlock, witch or celestial beings but that was about it! And small magical guild in city weren't much better... they never even opened door to him and when he asked actual mage in the street if he could learn something - mage cast on annoying boy minor curse - ouch!
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And so Richards boring life continued in this backward city. Days seemed almost same and thanks to boredom endless. Before he knew it Richard turned 18 - still only activity which seemed to always cheer him up was fapping whole hours imagining fantastical beauties. Richard hopelessly wanted his dreams come true and so in desperation for money he went to largest brothel in city to become lowest of bitches. Even this hope was crushed when brothel keeper (madam) taunted him as "ugly fatty" and didn't want to hear anything in that matter. After much pleading she let Richard play on lute and sing, at least this way he could watch all kinds of exotic lovegivers and visitors.

One evening his eyes caught new otherworldly customer unlike any other before. It was neither ravishing succubus or sinning angel (and let me say dear reader mere look upon those is enough to overwhelm most mortals). Richard could not keep sight away, staring like possessed on skin-and-bones art piece of body held together only by faintly visible magic (and jeweled clothes). All night Richard gathered (and failed) courage to approach this enigmatic figure. Luckily(?) boy was so obvious that ethereal visitor suddenly approached our singer, his eyes resembling blue sapphires surging with concentrated magic piercing painfully.
Without word figure grinned lightly and then as quickly as it approached went away out of brothel. Boy was confused and sort of "lifeless" for a while but then realized strange visitor left thick golden coin and rectangular silver card with etched symbols on the table.
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Richard could not get encounter from head after all it was most interesting thing that happened in his entire life, plus he never even heard about this kind of being or someone just giving out golden coins much less strange cards. After some digging around town and contemplation boy arrived into witch hut hour of walk outside city walls.
His last encounter with old Grizzel 4 years ago wasn't exactly pleasant as she unleashed on curious brat swarm of enchanted pebbles - even memory still hurts. But this time Grizzel acted as if Richard was some knight she even gave him wicked smile. Rumors must be true thought boy - she can for sure smell gold! They had long talk, of course in the end Grizzel wheedled that heavy golden coin out of Richard but it costed her every knowledge about undead she had. For strange figure in brothel must have been no other than "lich" sort of undead royalty. Even stories and rumors were scarce in this part of world but Grizzele was proper witch and had whole thick book upon dark creatures. After endless haggling she parted with tome. It was already night outside when Richard left hut. As he was stepping outside of door witch maliciously laughed "So far my every customer from Dunmere city ended as pile of bones eventually, and so will you hahaha but you might be first to visit me again still... hahahhahaha hahahaa hahahahha!!!!!" Grizzele laughed without stop insanely and loudly long after boy vanished in dark forest.
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From that day on Richard became obsessed with old tome, book had binding out of strange leather, just holding, sensing it in fingers was pleasant. Each page contained wonders and gateways to other worlds. Quite literally! before long boy could summon weakest of spirits and cast basic dark magic spells. But only passage he keep rereading again and again were about undead and especially liches. On his 20 birthday Richard finally decided to give farewell to his family, Dunmere and travelled world in pursuit of his dream of becoming lich himself.
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Many years and adventures happened, but finally Richard reached ancient ruined fortress deep into southern Forlorn swamps. He was enough mage now to feel immense powers within and determined enough to descent into its underground bowels. After many obstacles he reached "fruit" which would grant him his wish. But on his long journey Richard learned that existence or ordinary lich can be hollow and empty. And so made sure his transformation is unique as it only can be. As his body turns into cold everlasting bone shell his bellowed dick and balls will stay alive and hotter than ever. So even smallest touch would feel like hottest blowjob. And balls will always overflow with seed. That way no matter what - his new self Lichard will always feel alive and so good!

When deed was done Lichard was content, finally everlasting beauty and serene peace. Nothing could hurt or make him sad ever. Not even cold bothered him anymore and so Lichard cast away clothes wandering castle without any fear or remorse. But soon his soul felt as empty as his stomach, devoid of any passions and sensations Lichards spirit withered as decaying fortress. Finally for first time since transformation Lichard lightly stroked his enormous dick. Sensation was too strong, he fell on knees his undead body unnaturally twisting in pleasure. After few more touches enormous balls erupted pissing semen without end. This was his first but definitely not last mega orgasm. Each touch always send waves of life into entire body and each cumshot felt like being reborn. And so first few years of his eternal life Lichard spend by constantly fapping, licking, sucking and fucking as if his life depended on it (well it sort of did X-)

In time Lichar became more skilled, lustful, perverse and twisted beyond anything dimensions ever seen in his quest for ultimate everlasting orgasm, but that is tale for another story... .
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Shifty

🌿 Wildbender

I'd like to be a stowaway, watching and admiring skinny boys bending and twisting all day long
A Gorgeous Beach Bunny 💕 Love the pose ! And the feathers !
Wild boys u making are amazing 👏 😍
Beautiful... A compelling story! and look at his ribs wow!
I'm really glad you enjoyed the picture and story! And yeah, I wonder if this is the ultimate rib-popping pose XD His shoulders are so deep through the legs he'd have to practically wrap his backbone around his hipbone, making his belly dip down so low you could almost touch his spinal column through it :D

On one hand it's weird to think about, on the other hand I want a birthday cake shaped like that ribcage so I could lick it all day xDD

On the third hand, why just keep it in my head when I could make a picture of something like that, they could even make a mold for the cake from Leslie's actual ribcage during the tightest upper backbend he can do ;D
bet there is a big boner he popped, but we can't see it from this view :P
Must be head to head with his own boner in this pose XDD

🍼 Bottled Boy

Ever obsessed with this progression, this conclusion could be seen as a sort of cosmic "unbirth". The boy is admitted back to the confines of a spectral womb.

Contortion enterology is so hot. You are amazing for creating this, and every other unbelievably hot thing here, Yuni! 😍 -CrysPepsi
Thank you so much!! I've replied here ^^

🐍 Snake Charmer

Erika is my dreamgirl!

🐍 Snake Oil

Omg, I need that snake oil urgently!

Daily Bend

Amazing feet, legs, body, hands, fingers, hair, heeeeels!!!
I'm practically salivating. I love this for a lot of reasons: 1. You do amazing worldbuilding. I love when you depict things in your universe because it gives context to your world that simple text or a pin-up can't. At least it's hard to do it well.

2. That pose with that face and that pouch are good enough to make up for no cock. This is one of the rare instances where you transcend contortion... I'm going to try my best to explain myself... your art is all about celebrating the human form. Contortion, wasping, all aspects of accentuating the biology. This picture is past past all that in a way because it's not focused just on the bend. This is a pin-up from your world where it's expected to the point where that's just another cover photo. It's also a cheat because you're hiding exposition in something your audience is familiar with in this world. You're really good at "You know about X? It's a lot like that" without it being trite or condescending.

3. I really want to suck on those toes before moving up to that pouch.
-tbj
Oh wow, thank you so much! You've said some very kind and insightful things here! I'll definitely take note of them for future projects.

1. World building is definitely one of my favorite things to do, especially when it comes to creating a more immersive experience when looking at the pictures. I love thinking of different elements that could exist in a world and then figuring out how they all fit together. In this case, I wanted to create a magazine that would be appealing to fans of both contortion and femboy content. Combining these two interests helps to create something unique and interesting that people might not have seen before.

2. I'm glad you enjoyed the pose and face! The Ruppel backbend always amazes me because of its integrity and balance, allowing to push the body to its limits by arcing backward and shoving the heads and shoulders snugly between one's own legs, extending the arms outward while gripping the thighs with elbows locked securely in place. This posture feels incredibly natural, almost as though our bodies were engineered for this very movement and destined to perform it, and yet it's so incredibly difficult to achieve! It's been the holy grail for many talented contortionists, although only a few have managed to master it so far.

3. Well, now you've got me blushing! But seriously, thank you for taking a closer look at my art. It means a lot to hear such positive feedback from someone who truly understands what I'm trying to achieve. I hope you continue to enjoy my work and that I'll be able to continue making it as well! 😊
If anyone wants to chat one on one about yunis work - let me know. I am dying to talk about it - I wish this site had a group chat feature.
Oh man, I once tried creating a Discord server but realized how much of a pain it could be. Some people just love to dominate conversations and make others feel too shy to speak their minds. There's also a big risk of attracting mischievous individuals who would take advantage of any opportunity to cause trouble. Not to mention the lack of anonymity - you always need to reveal your identity whenever you want to say anything. So personally I prefer the current setup but that's just me.

🍼 Bottled Boy

All six of these stages are uniquely amazing. Obsessed, I've been trying to find words for each. I've arrived at: ⚱️ One: Anticipation; Two: Poise; Three: Rapture; Four: Terror; Five: Desolation; Six: Ascension. Yuni, Thank you for creating these. -CrysPepsi 📜
Thank you so much, CrysPepsi! Your interpretations are perfect, and I'm glad that you enjoyed the pictures enough to try and describe each stage in such detail. It means a lot to me that you took the time to do this. I was thinking about the words you've found and here's what each stages could mean in more detail if you're interested:

1. Anticipation: The boy is almost standing on tiptoe, his eyes are wide, full of wonder and excitement. He doesn't know what will happen next, but he can't wait to find out.
2. Poise: The boy must maintain control over his body as he contorts himself to fit inside the bottle. This requires incredible balance and focus. Even though he's naked and vulnerable, there's a quiet dignity to his posture.
3. Rapture: As the boy continues to squeeze inside, he enters a state of blissful euphoria. His muscles tense and release, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. Time seems to slow down, and everything fades away except for the sensation of squeezing through the impossible bottleneck.
4. Terror: At some point during the process, things take a darker turn. The boy realizes that he may not be able to escape from the bottle once he's inside. Panic sets in as he struggles to break free, but it's too late; the glass has already closed around him like a cruel embrace.
5. Desolation: With no hope of escape, the boy resigns himself to his fate. He slumps against the walls of the bottle, utterly defeated. All traces of joy have vanished, replaced by despair and hopelessness. This is rock bottom.
6. Ascension: But even in darkness, there can still be beauty. As the boy accepts his new form, he begins to transform. His skin glows with an ethereal light, and his body sinks even deeper into the glass than before. He transcends the boundaries of human flesh, becoming something more - something divine.

🌴 Twists on the Beach

One of your big strengths in your writing is atmosphe. It's not something a lot of writers can or will do. There's a lot of "...this person said this, that person said that, and they're in a bar, by the way" or way too many adjectives used for everything. You'd think they would sense a problem when every noun also comes with a minimum of three descriptors - "...and then a tired, haggard, exhausted Jim climbed exhaustedly into his messy, unkempt, bed and ran strong, calloused, firm, fingers through his unwashed, oily, matted, hair...".

They have environments that are just backgrounds in a cheap movie - not good or substantial enough to tolerate the characters interacting in any way. The camera can't move or you'll notice it's a cheap matte. It completely puts the reader outside of the story because it forces a third-person perspective no matter how it's written.

You set a stage in a given environment, then notice how your characters would interact in that environment. The sun and the rocks are just as much characters as Remy is because they have impact on the story. And you do it without a thesaurus and a crippling need to prove how smart you are to the reader.

I loved and ill shut up now. -tbj
Thank you for the compliment! I'm very glad you enjoyed the atmosphere of this story! Though I admit creating such an environment isn't always intentional, there's definitely some intuition at play. It's like the golden ratio, I don't measure it as it's sort of easy to see when a picture lacks a balance and the way I feel the balance intuitively doesn't match the golden ratio anyway. Just like that I can often sense when a narrative feels dull or overly complicated. I haven't delved deeply into any real writing techniques, the instincts are enough to guide me somehow... ;D

But as you said, "The camera can't move or you'll notice it's a cheap matte." That's the reason why I'm trying to add some stories - without them, the pictures look like billboards on a matte background, so to speak. Some artists may opt for complex 3D environments to achieve immersion where you can truly move the camera around, and I find it really funny how beginner artists think that pictures should be self-explanatory and that it should be like a rule for every artist in the world. If art is self-explanatory and you're supposed to make your own interpretation of it, then what's the point of looking at art? Art is supposed to bring something new, not just let your old self judge it. So I personally prefer focusing on storytelling as a means of creating the world inside the reader's mind without using complex methods like 3D worlds. And I'm glad when it works as intended - to make the picture deeper, raise the "waterline" a bit in the viewer's mind :P