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« Last Post by Lexzira on October 07, 2023, 03:51:11 am »
Wick was drawn in by West’s perfect response. His easy parting of the lips, it was glorious. Even the clumsy answer was cute. It made Wick smile at the idea of teaching West how to kiss with more skill and confidence would be a lovely exercise. He grinned as West moaned his words against his lips between kisses and breaths. Wick enjoyed the wet warmth wrapped around his fingers. He searched with the two fingers for West’s prostate. He rubbed the small bump of nerves a few times, swallowing up West’s mouths with his own. Wick scissored his fingers stretching West’s hole just a bit for fun.
Wick opened his eyes and glanced at the clock, hating that the time was what it was. It was time to end his playing around. Wick pulled his tongue from West’s mouth, giving up on the sloppy makeout session. He pecked West’s wet red lips one last time and pulled his fingers from West’s hole. “It’s about time for dinner.” Wick whispered slightly out of breath. He pulled West up with him and helped smooth down the feminine clothes. He smirked as he felt West’s erections brushing against the bugle of his own erection in his pants. “Afterwards I’ll finish taking care of you.” Wick promised West as he cupped his chin and ran his thumb over West’s lip. Wick then parted from West just long enough to swap to a casual black top for dinner. Wick then walked towards his bedroom door and held out his hand for West to take. He could be a gentleman after all. “Let’s go eat and then I’ll go over the rules and formal stuff.” Wick smiled.
Daze was starting to form a plan on how to break past Misty’s walls. It would take time and a lot of effort, just like it had with Keola. However the results with Keola had been wonderful, he could only imagine it would be the same with Misty. “I see. Well be that as it may, I think a dessert shared between two is quite enjoyable.” Daze stated leaving romance or sex out of it. Daze let go of Misty not because he wanted to but because he had to keep touches short and innocent. Nothing that could make him questionable. “Something indulgent for a special occasion, like angel food cake with fruit.” Daze mussed and paused at a whiteboard at the edge of the dining room. The dessert he described just sounded too good now. “Oh one more thing just so you are not blindsided. After dinner you and the others will get the rundown of rules from Wick. Like them or not you will follow them.” Daze explained sternly.
Daze headed to a small couch at the edge of the dining room and gestured for Misty to come and sit by him. The decor was nice, classy and comfortable. If West and them submitted Daze was certain they would live a safe and happy life. The world was beyond cruel in the city of Argent. “Tell me about your home or West, just come sit and chat with me while we wait for the others. Wick and West will be here soon.” Daze said looking to engage Misty and find what the other liked. He needed this information if he would fix the damaged view of sex and romance. The challenge was welcomed.
Des stretched his wings out smiling as Sunny was relaxing now. He laid back down on the heated rock and let his naked body take in all the warmth around them. Every inch of him was exposed and relaxed, now as he laid there. He shut his eyes and smiled at Sunny’s admittance. It was good to see the other was getting over the misunderstanding from the ring. “Never said you were childish, but thank you for stating it.” Des sighed out, slipping a hand under his hand. He wasn’t worried about making it to dinner as Wick would get him. “Oh you will probably want to sleep here tonight. Master Wick is likely to enjoy your master tonight. There’s plenty of room in here, after all.” Des yawned.
Des closed his eyes but a smirk danced on his lips as he thought of Sunny, of the soft fur. Of how that fur would feel against his scales, about his delicious, warm, hole and how well it took him. He thought of fucking Sunny over and over in ways that he hadn’t thought about anyone. As he thought about it his cock twitched, but Des kept himself in check. He didn’t want to startle Sunny too much.
Keola blinked at Stormy as he was asked for clarification on his preference. Keola put a finger to his lips and thought for a moment. He looked back and Stormy and gave him a giant smile. “Nope, I just want my partners to feel good. That makes me feel good.” Keola answered with an innocent tone. For as much darkness as he’d gone through he was still just a happy pokemon easily forgetting the trauma in favor of simple distractions. Keola blinked at the description of West’s home and the troubles that the other two face. “Huh… Well that’s good it’ll make it easy for Daze and Des to work with.” Keola shrugged before shaking the water off his body. He’d still need a towel but it was fun to shake out his hair. Keola laughed as the world waived around him.
“If they are just scared, Daze and Des can handle that. I know they got really freaked out when I’d start crying when they touched me. It never hurt and I was a cry baby, it took a few times for Daze to work me through it all.” Keola rambled fondly. “Oh this probably is boring huh?” Keola said as he started to lead them out of the bath house. He was nearly to the stairs when he gasped like he remembered something. “Clothes!!” Keola announced. He looked at Stormy and frowned a bit. He was shorter than Stormy, and Des was wider, and Daze skinnier. “I guess you’ll have to share with me, for tonight, sorry they’ll be short.” Keola smiled as he change directions to head into his room. While like everyone else his room was built to a terrain that fit him, there was a nest of blankets and soft things near the front corner. Blankets, stuffed toys, books, and hints that Keola wasn’t left alone much. Keola headed towards the dress still holding Stormy’s hand. He only pulled his hand away to fish out two sets of shorts. They went down below Keola’s knees so they would be okay for Stormy. “Here you go. I don’t want to upset Sunny and Misty by being naked at the dinner table…. Don’t wanna make that mistake again either.” Keola muttered revealing that he really was an airhead.
Juno growled as he held Cloudy, and stayed inside him. He lapped at the bite mark a few times before moving them carefully to the soft grass. He didn’t let his cock slip out of Cloudy not yet. He nuzzled Cloudy’s neck and ran his hand over his cum filled stomach. “I accept you submission.” Juno stated giving his approval of Cloudy. The Legendary dog groaned as the base of his cock swelled, knotting Cloudy and locking them together for a while. He would request food for himself and his new paramour later. Juno was a proud pokemon and didn’t give approval easily and didn’t let himself knot just anyone. No this one he would make sure his seed was accepted. He idly stroked Cloudy just relaxing in the bliss that came after sex.
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Syl whimpered and trembled as bit by bit Alecto’s cocks were worked into him. He tried so hard not to cry, but the tears threatened to fall as he had to be worked up and down to get the last bit inside him. “Haah~!” Syl screamed the tears final spilling as he stretched by both cocks fully. It was like nothing else and he felt pleasurable and painful. He felt like he was going to break apart from the two cocks. He whimpered as Alecto took his hand and placed it over the obvious bulge in his stomach. His hand on Alecto clutched to his scales tighter. His blind eyes were wide and bubbling with tears. He couldn’t see and that just intensified the dizzying fullness.
“Ha… I.. please…” Syl gasped breathlessly as he was asked a question. His ears dipped low, a pink flush touching them like it was the rest of his body. His mouth hung opened, and his toes curled as he adjusted to the pleasure and pain. Even stretched as he was, Syl was wet, slick starting to drip out from around Alecto’s cocks.
Ela panted, his flushed chest heaving with each breath. He reached up to caress Ares’s face as he was given the sweet kiss. For one that could have been a cruel master in all rights, Ares was gentle and kind and melting the icy type with affection. His icy blue eyes looked back at Enyo and Erebos and he nodded. He waited for Erebos to pull out and move before reaching between his legs and spreading himself for Enyo. “Please.” He encouraged the quietest of the group. He’d never felt like this before and he was going to keep it. He would speak with Makoto, and Koi as the three of them were closest and he could make them agree that Darius staying here was best. That was for later. Ela looked back at Erebos and with his other hand beckoned him with one finger.
“Ask nicely,” Ela whispered. His voice as gentle as the snowfall as the ice pokemon relaxed more into this position. He wasn’t cruel and he would give Erebos release, though depended on if the other curbed his rude attitude. He could handle crude and rude but there was time and place. Plus there might have been a slight spark of enjoyment over having this level of control. He’d never done anything like this under his late mistress and Darius would never be a good fit for pageant pokemon. It was just the sad truth. Ela glanced to Ares making sure he wasn’t over stepping, as Ares was the last person that Ela wanted to upset right now.
Darius moaned as fingers carded through his hair keeping him in place while he was dazed with pleasure. He submitted to the way Leto rocked his body with each thrust. Darius moaned greedily, enjoying the pleasure thrust upon him. He couldn’t help but tilt his hips trying to get more pleasure from Leto. Every thrust rocked him, and rubbed over his prostate sparking blinding pleasure. His spent cock bobbed still flushed and started to ache again. He tried to suck on the cock sliding in and out of his mouth, but it was difficult. Between the girth and the constant stream of muffled sounds pulled from him he couldn't find any rhythm. His body trembled, while his hole clenched down greedily on Leto. His eyes traveled up Ransom trying to see if he was doing a good job.
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These were places of potential, but really the whole world was like that. But there was something special about guilds and ins. The feeling that almost anything could happen at any time was always appealing. Rowdy or quiet there was this sense of expectation, waiting for someone to burst in the door to send them all on their next lifesaving journey. It was infinite diversity in infinite configurations. Archetypes only, but never the same. Tonight's configurations were particularly interesting, and it was only going to get more interesting as people arrived. Coming and going, a million different pathways to choose.
The door swung open, and fate tilted. Seven feet of blue gray Orc stepped into the guild. Well, half-Orc. Seven feet tall with blackish green hair, everyone was staring at him. Something that always took the half-Orc by surprise. Having grown up in isolation with his adoptive Halfling father, he had only ever been treated with kindness, love and discipline. Until two months ago, Urtek had never known, truly known, how ill liked Orcs, even half-Orcs were in the greater continent. Though, the more he heard about Orc raids and violence he could certainly understand the animosity he faced.
But it was no less unsettling. Of course, given his lack of social interaction until recently he wasn't entirely aware that not all of the stares were ones of loathing, fear or skepticism. Urtek was quite unaware that he was a total catch. Seven feet tall and thick in all the right places. Handsome for a species not typically thought of as conventionally attractive, he was seven feet tall and built thick and powerful. All of his luscious body packed into a simple black outfit. No armor, one shoulder strapped, designed to be flexible and easy to move in.
It also showed off an obscene amount, including one nipple pierced with a golden hoop and adorned with a yellow crystal. A quarterstaff at his back was the only weapon he wore, and a single coin pouch dangled from his belt. As he moved to the job board, he moved with an immaculate grace that belied his huge, powerful body. Even his feet, only described as huge themselves, made no sound as he strode across the floor. Blue, jewel tone eyes strove the job board. Money. Gold. It was not something that he had ever had to deal with before in his life.
Who could resist a pub? A good time? Valen Amakiir had never been one to turn down a good time, particularly if there were men involved. A quiet tribe of wood elves. To a lot of people in the city it was an idyllic life of leisure and simplicity. To someone like Valen it was the most boring death sentence in the world. Valen was almost entirely motivated by his own boredom. His boredom had led him to sleep with almost every man in in his village, married or not and it had led him to leave his village to pursue a life of adventure.
That had been ten years ago, when he was just a young hundred-year-old. Not that wood elves looked it. A lithe body with curves in all the right places, pale skin with a slight greenish tint. There were many unique things about him. Blackened fingers from a curse, a scar on the left corner of his lip that always made him look like he was smiling. His top lip painted black, giving him an almost feline mischief. His hair, always kept in a high ponytail almost trailed down to his ankles with raven black hair.
Wearing the lightest of flexible armor, a whip masqueraded as a belt, a knife was in his right boot, a short sword sheathed at his waist, and a bow at his back. Valen looked like he was quite ready for anything at a moment's notice. Though Valen wouldn't have expected his past to catch up with him tonight. Instead, he was thinking more about finding company than keeping to himself. His nails slid along the banister as he moved down to the pub. He had been renting a room here for a month or so. Silent as a cat, he strode to the barkeep, briefly eying the man there speculatively.
The music was at an all-time high. The mood in the place was subtly manipulated. Magic woven into song and voice by one Mellichor. A jarring sight to behold with black curly hair, shocking amethyst eyes and an outfit one could only describe as loud. Frills and color and heels, he definitely stood out as he played his lyre, singing along. Weaving good humor and joviality into every word and every vibration of his lyre. Handsome, beautiful. His outfit masked a lot, but keen eyes could note that even over that, he was odd.
Mellichor as he moved about, singing his magic the light caught him in different angles and a keen eye could see many things. His ivory skin, beautiful...but there was a quality about it that was almost artificial if you noted. His eyes, an amethyst color unnatural to humanity, seemed to shine...but they were also empty. He always seemed to be looking at you. Large feet moved in the heels, coins clinking as people placed their money for him. Not something he ever usually asked for, but his children were struggling right now, and it was important for him to bring money and food home.
Not his own children, of course. Mellichor wasn't even sure he could have children. But he loved them dearly and every time he saw an orphan or a mistreated child, he always brought them into the fold. Right now, he was at fourteen of his children. Teaching them tricks and music and subtle magics. He would often take them out to perform and earn their money, but people had been stingy lately. His children, while talented weren't bringing in the money required to sustain them. Leaving Mellichor more than happy to find a job.
Everything was so strange and new. Kentha had never been in a city before, or even a village. Even among the forests that he lived in his twenty-four years, his social interaction was almost nonexistent. The centaur tribe from which he hailed was pretty traditional. They moved in a herd, but Kentha and his family had always been outsiders. Guardians against threats that would hurt the tribe. His family the keepers of an ancient pact with an Archfey. They served the Fey in exchange for the Fey's powers, which they then used to protect their tribe.
It left them always on the outskirts, guarding tribemates. It made for a lonely life for Kentha after his parents died, guarding the tribe from a goblin attack. But it was a happy life for Kentha, communing with the forest...hunting for his food and practicing his magic. At least until two weeks ago. Being a Warlock for an Archfey was unusual. Often you were given tasks that made no logical sense. But you did them and the Fey were satisfied. This time, however,...Kentha had visions for months of an artifact. An amulet and the strongest urge to bring it to the heart of his forest.
Kentha had resisted, ignored and pleaded not to leave his forest. But he knew deep down he was going to have to. When his powers started waning, he had made the trip. Eyes on him at all times. Centaur was rare. Incredibly rare. Especially one as alluring as him. Red hair and tail, his powerful body was lean and brown and well maintained. His human torso was pleasing, lightly armored with more than enough aesthetic holes to show off an immensely hairy chest and two fat nipples. With eyes green as grass. He was a gorgeous creature.
Kentha strode into the pub, his equine body hitting the door on the way in. He had bene here a couple days and had heard this place had stables. One of the few places that would rent to centaurs, given the needs their specalized body had. He could feel eyes on him and felt his eyes burn in anger. He had never noticed his hindquarters before, but all eyes were on him. His tail flicked and gave tempting glances at his hole. Something when he noticed made his tail flick more in annoyance. There was also no hiding the massive, apple sized testicles hanging down.
It wasn't his fault he was built this way and honestly it was annoying. They had them too!
He'd been here all day, enjoying his spot in the corner. It was the darkest corner and it allowed him to observe everything. His yellow eyes blazed in the dark yelling out what he was. Though the horns, tail and red skin said that just as well. A curseblood if you were nasty. Not that Pet cared about things like that. His life had been difficult, terrible, every horrific adjective and it almost had nothing to do with his Tiefling nature.
But it had made him tough. The chainmail on his body was battered and digned and pinched with combat. The glaive at his back wa the only thing about him that seemed new and pristine. Even his clothes were shabby, black and patched and frayed. But there was an aura of malignant power. Fury just barely contained. Violence ready to explode at any moment. Violence was a language that Pet had been taught. Now he was here. Watching. Waiting. In six short months he'd made a hell of a reputation for himself.
He was a sell sword now. Men, women, children didn't matter. You paid enough he would take them out. It was what he did, it was all that he had in his life. Once upon a time he could have been something else, but a single person and long years in a fighting pit had taught him that violence was the only way to survive in this world. And Pet was nothing if not a survivor. Drinking his Dragonborn whiskey, watching....and waiting.
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« Last Post by Cyrce on October 02, 2023, 02:31:32 am »
Aurora worried the inside of his cheek when he heard the trumpets blared. It was taking longer than he’d hoped for the servants to help him prepare. The prince was unaware that his choice would spotlight him among those of the court, possibly even from his parents. Given that he wished to return to the forest, Aurora thought that the simple clothing would afford him less attention and allow a chance to plan a way back to the forest, if not escape completely from the palace and his…parents.
Once his appearance was set, the two servants who had escorted him from his father herded him out of the room, where guards waited for him. Now flanked by guards along with those two servants, Aurora was guided down to the main entrance. His parents were already there, along with the ‘important’ ministers, and in the midst of greeting Prince Philip and his retinue. Aurora glanced down at the group from above, unsure of which was his supposed fiancé.
The entourage that surrounded Aurora led him to his parents side and didn’t disperse immediately as they often did, instead lingering in the background.
The blond young man stood a little separate from the king and queen, the king’s torture of that poor fae still stuck in his mind. Aurora truly, desperately hoped that Prince Philip was nothing like his parents when it came to the fae. Yet he could only offer the retinue a small smile, unable to muster anything more.
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« Last Post by Gardenia-mooN on September 10, 2023, 03:01:10 am »
Name: Abel (Left) Arc (Center) Adam (Right) Class: Rogue (Left) Ranger (Center) Bard (Right) Basics: Abel, Arc, and Adam were triplets born on an ominous night. As such they and their family were scorned by their village. The three boys never cared, though, and never seemed to need anyone other than each other. They grew fast and were prodigies in their preferred paths. At some point even their parents abandoned them and they ran rampant through their village. They are now known as skills adventurers but most warn of doing deals with them as they value fun and interest over money and will abandon quests if something better sparks their gaze. The three practically have a psychic connection and are very worldly. Abel is the most playful, Arc the leader and confident, and Adam a bit more on the moody side. Secretly they desire a toy they can all share. Name: Gilead Goldenshield Class: Paladin Basics: A kind, noble young knight who swore an oath of devotion and truly became a beacon. He is idealistic and a bit of a goody two shoes but that does not take away from his skill or ferocity in battle. Once he swears to do something he will do it and he is the arch-typical white night. He is a man who puts service to others above all things, including his own desires. Gilead does have desires though and might be a little more sensitive to temptation than even he realizes. Name: Xio Class: Wizard Basics: A mysterious wizard who recently appeared in a tower on the outskirts of a town. His beauty and power are already making a name for himself. He appears polite, if not a bit cold and serious. The reality is that he adores doing all kinds of experiments and tests on adventurers and others who spark his interest. His spells, tests, and concoctions always seem to take on a sexual edge and at his core he is a pervert. Once one gets closer and his cold shell cracks, one realizes that Xio is an excitable scientist who enjoys nothing more than doing wild things and then seeing what happens next. Name: Tealeaf Grimblood Class: Barbarian Basics: Tealeaf had an odd childhood to say the least. The tiny little halfling was lost in a storm at the tender age of 3 and wound up at the doorstep of a tribe of orks. The chieftain, a powerful orkish woman with a soft spot proclaimed him her son and raised him as a barbarian. Tealeaf, though tiny and sweet with all the charm and talents of a halfling, took to being an orkish barbarian ridiculously well. The little lad fought, hunted, and raged with the best of them and he was the pride of his mother. Unfortunately he was still just a halfling and so even though he adored the massive orks and saw himself as one of them he was not fully accepted. He is currently on a quest to find a large lover, year in the village without even one sweetheart to rut against in the darkness of his tent has driven him to pure sexual fury and all he wants is to find a partner as big as or bigger than an ork. Name: Hel Class: Cleric Basics: A high elf born and sacrificed to a god of death, he was raised to be the high cleric of a death cult and thus had an exacting and violent childhood. He is blind in one eye, has the cracked scars along his cheek and his body has over cracks and marks that show the sheer violence of his existence. He has killed and fought and healed and tortured for decades...because of this he has grown somber and silent. It is hard for him to speak or express himself as, though his role is greatly respected, it is honestly a form of enslavement. One day a party of adventurers came and ransacked the cult and the temple and seeing it all burning, Hel saw a chance for the first time in his life and walked out of the temple and away from it all. He is currently wandering seemingly without purpose and does not realize that the cult, a rival religion, and several others have put bounties out on his head. Hel is free now but in many ways he is like a child and knows nothing of the world. --- The inn was one hundred percent the best place in the world to be. It was where adventures started, parties formed, and connections were forged. This inn, in particular, was famous in town for being the premier spot for all adventurers and mercenaries looking for good scores and good companions. In the bustling town this place was nicely on the edge, a perfect position to go in deeper for supplies or speedily head out in the the sprawling forests and mountains that surrounded this particular place. It was a known adventurer hook up spot as well, people found new party members and also sought out less lasting and far more pleasurable connections. The inn was the place to be and it was quite obvious by the variety of adventurers that were already there. Settled at one of the center tables, near a sizable stage that sometimes featured a variety of shows, were a trio of identical looking rascally men. The three were in their early twenties, with scruffy yet stylish chocolate hair and sapphire eyes. They wore clothes that were nice yet obviously worn and well used and showed off their identically well built bodies, the three were solidly built like martial artists and most of the others in the bar gave them a decent berth. The triplets Abel, Arc, and Adam were known for being good but were also known for being capricious and far more trouble than they were worth. The rogue Adam was laughing and twirling a knife between his fingers while he nursed a strong drink. Arc, the ranger, was smiling confidently and sipping an ale while a beast lay at his feet. Finally, Abel the bard was pouting and crunching into a roast chicken leg. The three were fickle and wild, they only cared about each other and were definitely more trouble than they were worth. They were also lonely. The three, along with doing all kinds of quests and bounties, were constantly searching for the perfect partner. For a toy they could share and love in their own devious wicked way. They came to this inn particularly to find someone interesting, someone who would fit all of them. Gilead was also at the inn, the golden paladin was bright and handsome and pretty much everyone's idea of a heroic knight. With his sharp golden eyes, wheat brown hair, and shining armor he really was intimidating in a very different way from the triplets and some of the others in the inn. He was at the bar and had a frothing glass of beer in front of him and he was trying to chat with the barkeep and with anyone else who would stop nearby. Gilead was a sweet man but his greatest fault was that he was totally and hopelessly naive. He was on a quest to find a particular wood elf who had made a name for himself and who had a group of people from his forest who desperately wanted him to be found for some reason. What the wood elves had told him was that, Valen, their kinsman, had been missing for a while and that they missed him and just wanted to make sure he was alright and that he visited. What they didn't tell him was that Valen had fucked practically every eligible and quite a few not eligible men in the village and the bounty had been created by women who were actively searching for some kind of revenge. Gilead had no idea that he was not searching for the other for some lovely reunion and believed he was facilitating a lovely reunion. "Have you seen him? He is a wood elf with very long dark hair..." He spoke to the bar keep who just kept cleaning the same glass. There were more in the inn who were looking for others. Xio, the golden wizard, had just settled his tower about a mile out from the edge of town. He had already made a name for himself because of his beauty and his coldness and his strong magical skills. His lovely blond hair, amber eyes, and silky flowing clothes had men and women in the town gaping as he made his way through the streets. The wizard had already helped out with a few minor issues in the town but he hadn't found anything he truly wanted so far. He was currently at the inn, drinking a liquid that was almost the same color as his eyes and glancing over the crowd dispassionately. No one in this place was catching his attention. He felt so disappointed, no one here was especially promising as a test subject! Though Xio was pretty and though he had been doing all kinds of wonderful feats to help the townspeople his true reason for being here was to find the perfect test subject. He had so many interesting samples, potions, spells, and more to try out and he had found no one who seemed like a promising mark. He always made sure to be in the good graces of the people wherever he went but it was so annoying to never find a solid subject to play with! Outside of the inn there were strong stomping footsteps, some of the adventurers were flinching and turned to look cautiously and then everyone paused at the sight of the tiny young man who burst into the building. He was obviously a halfing with longer pointed ears that were slightly more rounded than an elf's, a petite body that was surprisingly curvy and stacked...but his clothes and hair were all barbarian. His pale blond hair was long and wild and fell to his hips and his golden tanned skin had a variety of scars and was exposed because he basically wore a loincloth and other simple leather armor wrapped around his calves and forearms. He had stern gray eyes and an impressive axe that was basically the same size he was. The pretty yet wild looking halfling stormed up to the bar and he hopped up onto a set and pounded a fist onto the table. "Mead and meat!" He spoke in a low commanding tone and the barkeep nodded and was quick to pour the obviously tough little halfling his food and drink. Tealeaf tore into in and ate like a proper barbarian. The little halfling was on a special quest to find a mate but this inn full of humans was terribly disappointing to the short surprisingly sexy and secretly horny little halfling. Someone else had entered the inn and though Tealeaf caused some weariness and confusion, this man caused genuine dread. Hel was a pale specter who entered silently but couldn't help but be noticed. His bone white skin and hair melded with a simple white tunic top and starkly contrasted with tight black pants and nice boots. He settled into an empty table in the back corner and put gold coins down, causing a barmaid to rush over and stuttered through food and drink options. Hel blinked and tilted his head and she let out a nervous laugh, took the coins and rushed to find the best she could find for the scary man. Hel had only been free for a short time. He had walked out of his temple during an attack and sold the precious gems and metals that had adorned him along with his former staff. Hel didn't say much but people seemed desperate to please him and so he ended up with lots of money and new clothes and now the cleric was wandering the land to experience all the things that he had been sheltered from. The woman came back with the most expensive liquor they had along with a small yet hearty looking personal feast. Hel just blinked at the woman and she made that nervous sound again and scurried away. That left him along with the meal and he experimentally sipped and then blinked quickly at the strong taste of the drink. Hel wasn't looking for anyone, he was just trying to see.
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« Last Post by Gardenia-mooN on September 08, 2023, 01:44:58 am »
West truly was a babe lost int he woods, he did have talent for battle but he was noble and a little too honest and far too naive. He was vulnerable in ways he didn't even know or understand. The way Wick's treatment of him sparked things deep inside of him that he had never even felt before was proof of that. The other taking him in front of that crowd, the way he felt when he was emptied and vulnerable in front of him, and the strange fluttery feeling that the feminine clothes gave him. It was weird and new...and West didn't hate it at all. The other kissed him and his mouth moved so naturally for him, parting lips and welcoming the others tongue and teeth with an eagerness that Sunny and Misty would definitely not approve of. He didn't hate any of this at all and he especially didn't hate Wick.
West's tongue clumsily tried to follow Wick's, moving and shyly working against the other while his body clung to the other shamelessly. A hand drifted down his dress and West found himself marveling at how exposed and open he was in the lady's garment. There was nothing covering his most private places! "Ahnn...f-feels funny." He moaned against the others mouth and then was sucked into another deep sloppy kiss. Fingers pushed inside of him and he squealed and his hips started to roll against the intruding digits, his hole twitching around the other and his cock swelling up and causing a tent in the skirt of the outfit.
Misty was just as sheltered, in some ways, as his trainer. He had been purposefully scared of sex by their conservative little village and by the few encounters he had seen. He was beyond scared of sex and intimacy and Daze along with his trainer and all the other pokemon represented that for him. He was sure that if he trained he would get stronger and be able to protect his beloved West from all the bad things in the world! "Of course I can get better! Master says I'm really really strong!" His gem glowed as he spoke but his cool moment was immediately undermined when they entered the kitchen and he almost hid behind Daze. He even allowed the hand on his shoulder and was pulled in closer to the other without a single peep of protest. Misty was obviously skittish in a lot of different ways, sex and humans all represented dangerous things for him.
"Hmph, well I suppose I could share what everyone likes for special occasions, I know what everybody likes anyway." He looked proud of himself again and even though he didn't always agree with Cloudy and Stormy he did feel a certain kind of pride in knowing them well and helping to care for all of them. "Everyone eats together?" His ears flicked a little at that knowledge, they all liked to eat together too but he didn't want to be swayed by nice facts about the others! "We eat together too, every meal we share and-and sometimes we share with Master Darius and his pokemon but his pokemon are moody so mostly it is Darius and Syl." The beauty contest pokemon had very exacting standards that Misty didn't quite understand. Misty followed Daze and blinked with wide amethyst eyes as he spoke, he looked curious and open until the other talked about taking his master away for romantic dinners. "I don't think he will like them! I don't think Master likes those types of things and I certainly would not like to watch them!" He definitely had his wires crossed, the other wasn't hinting at anything lewd but poor Misty was so on guard that even the mention of romance was enough to make him worry about all kinds of naughty bad things.
Sunny experienced the same things as Misty and was very much on guard but Des had done well to crack his shell and the heat of the room couldn't help but cause the fire type to relax. "Mmm, it's nice, truly." He spoke with a polite sweetness and allowed himself to just soak in the heat. He continued to look sheepish when the other smiled at him and that flush darkened on his cheeks. "I-I would like to see more...of this place and of you. You were impressive in the battle. I'm...I'm not so childish that I can't admit you bettered me and it was admirable." Sunny was complimenting the other and he was starting to warm to him in spite of his earlier fear and anxiety.
"I'd like that, I'd like to relax..." He jolted a little bit when knuckles reached out and ran over his ear, the fluffy thing twitch and he pushed his head against the other and nuzzled against it. His eyes narrowed and his body stretched out languidly, skin soaking up the heat and absolutely luxuriating in it. He was just as weary of sex and the sinful world of the cities but his walls broke down and he was left wanting to trust Des and know Des.
Stormy felt such a strange swirling mixture of things inside of him, this Keola was confusing to him and doing things to him emotionally that he didn't think were possible. This was a dangerous intriguing person for Stormy. The other male's shrugging response had him tilting his head slightly, his golden eyes flashing uncertainly. "You truly don't care...no preference besides no pain?" He could hear in the others voice that he experienced bad things and Stormy knew he wouldn't be able to just bed Keola and then ignore him and that bothered the mainly wild pokemon.
He heard Keola's darkness and he sighed and shook his head. "They weren't hurt, they've never done anything but they were scared...From what I understand West's home was serious and they hated sex and were very strict with humans and pokemon. Pokemon were trained that they were inherently sinful and tempting and Sunny and Misty believe that. It doesn't help that all the sex they have seen was by depraved trainers, poachers, and who knows what else." Stormy had a hard life before them but it had been balanced and he knew sex could be a good thing or a bad thing. He understood the shades of gray that were a part of everything. When Keola talked about dinner and moved away Stormy froze but when the other took his hand he melted and sighed and took hold of Keola's hand right back and then followed him. "I'm hungry..."
Cloudy was in heaven! Truly he was in heaven! The ecstasy he felt was pure and simple and it was all thanks to Juno. He had been searching for so long for a truly powerful sire, one who could fill his eggs with seed and lead to strong chicks. He knew Juno could. He came and the pleasure reached its apex, he shuddered violently and clung to the other. Cloudy sung out when his hair was pulled hard and his body was thrust into well through the throes of his climax, it felt perfect, the other was taking him through every moment of pleasure just as it should be! The slam of his hips and cock had Cloudy singing out beautifully and when he bit down and began pumping more cum inside of him Cloudy's eyes rolled back and he experienced a dry orgasm. This was what he wanted! He clung to the other and tears welled up in his eyes as he knew he found the one pokemon he truly wanted to be his mate.
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Alecto felt a wave of affection for Syl, the blind weak sylveon was truly a wonder. He had broken warriors and pokemon far stronger and more adept than the other and he was impressed by his ability to keep going. The little one was made for him! Alecto smirked but it seemed more like a baring of fangs as he held onto the other and moved forward with his filling. He steadily pulled the other down and was only spurred by the way the little one clawed at him and left shallow little scratches along his scales. It felt so good! He wanted to make the other grow them out so that he could sharpen them and mark him properly like a good little queen.
"Almost there, halfway~" Alecto crooned to the other and steadily pulled him down, working him inch by painful pleasurable inch. It grew more and more difficult and he had to actually pull the other up and then ease him down multiple times as they started to reach the thicker base of his cocks. He could feel the strain and when he finally got the other entirely sheathed he felt one of his cocks bump up and press hard against the mouth of an even tighter sweeter opening. Syl's poor belly had a very noticeable bulge and Alecto could feel the hot pulse of the other male's heart around his twin cocks. "Poor darling, do you want to feel how full you are?" He took one of those trembling clawing hands and put it over the bulge, allowing the other to feel exactly how full he was. "So good...what does my little one want now, hmm?"
Ares found himself feeling impressed by Ela when the other male listened to his words and reacted with such diplomacy and grace. The other made his displeasure known but he also was generous with his gifts, it pleased him and made him even more enamored with the other. "I see, well if Enyo deserves it would you like him to find pleasure in your lower hole while Erebos can find it in another place of your choosing, hmm?" Ares didn't mind Ela putting Erebos in his place, he and Eris had both done it before and Erebos obeyed them properly. Enyo was another story, as the lowest in their order he got pushed around by almost everyone and understood it was a part of him growing stronger. They both accepted what Ela said although there was definitely a sulky look on Erebos's face and a pleasantly surprised one on Enyo's.
Ares leaned down and kissed Ela's forehead and there was genuine tenderness there as the other nuzzled against him. The other was so sweet and he could have been miserable but he embraced his role as their lady so perfectly. Ares appreciated that and he wanted to spoil the other male even more, he would make the ninetales their queen.
Ransom ended up chuckling lowly as Darius came and looked so absolutely wrecked by Leto's cock. The way his eyes crossed, the slack stupid expression on his face as he sloppily tried to continue his cock sucking. He continued to run fingers through the other male's hair, petting him and coaxing him gently through the throes of pleasure. "Good good, both of you are so good. Let Leto's thrusts help you suck, Darling." He coached the other and Leto carefully times the strength and speed of his thrusts to something that he knew Ransom would like and sure enough Ransom groaned and leaned his head back as he enjoyed the strange sloppy sucks. Leto whined but he wouldn't cum until his master would.
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« Last Post by Gardenia-mooN on September 04, 2023, 20:19:04 pm »
Maleficent was heartbroken over what his rage and pain had done. Somehow his curse had hurt the one truly good honest human he had ever met and he felt such despair for the other male. All he wanted was to bring him back to the forest where he knew the other would be safe and sound and away from all those who would ever hurt him or treat him poorly ever again.
One of said people was arriving at the castle as Maleficent feared for his precious ward. Phillip was just as cruel and heartless as Aurora's parent's and he was also completely wrapped up in his own vanity to care about anyone or anything. He wanted Aurora because the princess was just another price to be claimed and he was perfectly happy with the idea of breaking the other to his whims entirely.
The servants twittered excitedly because they heard the trumpets outside, signaling Prince Phillip's arrival and they grew even more frenzied in their attempt to dress up Aurora. The other picked out a lovely modest dress and the servants believed him to be very clever because he would certainly stand out in his simple finery over all the other ladies of court who would be wearing their most gaudy and audacious outfits to attract the eye of the prince. Aurora's natural beauty in such a simple garment would shine all the brighter.
"You will be so lovely! The prince will not be able to keep his eyes off of you!" They gushed and began helping Aurora undress and then dress, primping and tying and doing everything imaginable to make sure that the other was as ready as possible for his first encounter with the prince. The servants truly didn't see that Aurora was upset and wouldn't understand why he would be upset over what they considered to be an animal at best and a monster at worst.
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« Last Post by Gardenia-mooN on September 04, 2023, 18:22:35 pm »
Ardeth sighed a little as Alex spoke. His new purpose would be to protect Alex and Rick no matter what, the beast was out there but after everything they had all been through he couldn't find it in himself to tear his purpose away from two of the men he was closest to in the world. He knew it was selfish and it went against his teachings but he could not betray his heart.
When Alex moved closer to him his arm briefly slipped around the younger male's shoulder in a brief yet genuine embrace. He would protect this boy no matter what. The other wasn't a child anymore but Ardeth's feeling of protectiveness over him only seemed to grow stronger and stronger through the passing years. It was odd and it was something he didn't want to examine too closely.
Rick couldn't think of protecting anyone at the moment, all he could do was ride wave after wave of confusing feelings. "You have not but you have never done anything to call your Medjai. This seems like a new turn from you." His voice was rough with emotions that weren't entirely his. Everything he felt was both familiar and alien to him at the same time. He was the one feeling all of it and he knew the feelings and yet he could have sworn none of these emotions were his. It made things low in his stomach twist and he just felt more and more lost.
He still felt his grief, that was still the hole inside of him...but there were other things now. Old bitter things that he had never felt towards Imhotep before. He held his wife and tried to focus on that, the hole in the center of him was more important than new feelings he had no business catering to. It was more important than any dark dreams of cold blue toned nights and a loved who shone like gold under the flames of torches or of the darker dreams of shadowy hands that crept over his very soul and clutched at it like a proud beast with a kill.
He held onto his wife and ignored everyone else. Well almost everyone else, when the caracal slipped down to lap at his feet, one of his hands actually slipped down and stroked the cat with a confidence and a gentleness that didn't feel entirely his. His fingers kneaded against the soft yet textured fur and he looked out the window hollowly. Imhotep followed along into the plane and Rick didn't look at the other even though there was a tensing in his muscles that showed he noticed him.
"We're going to bury her where she would want to be buried then we will get Johnathan...then I suppose we'll save the world again." His voice was flat and he didn't turn to look at Imhotep. Hell, he didn't even turn to look at his son or Ardeth. He wasn't sure what he'd see or feel if he looked at any of them again in this moment and Rick truly didn't want to do or say anything more that he would regret. The only one he felt even mildly safe interacting with was the caracal for some bizarre reason.
Ardeth and Alex were going to be the last in the plane and Ardeth paused and listened when Alex spoke lowly to him. The other male's words were wise and once again he was struck by how the other had grown into adulthood. "I think that is a wise decision, my friend. I do not fully understand what is happening but I believe it would be good to talk without the eyes and ears of others following us."
Ardeth wasn't fully sure what he was seeing when he watched Imhotep and Rick speak to one another, it was odd, something was clearly off about their interactions but he couldn't play his finger on it. When they entered the plane he gave the coordinates to the pilot and moved so settle into his previous spot sitting with Alex towards the inside so that he could block any possible attacks and protect the other male. "It will be good to call John, your uncle always has unconventional ideas."
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« Last Post by Namari on April 27, 2023, 04:09:12 am »
Indigo raises an eyebrow, " weren't you going to see him in the morning before the district opens?"
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« Last Post by MissyLooni on April 27, 2023, 04:08:22 am »
Davie makes sure the bill is paid, thanking the staff immensely before taking his to go bag and heading out with indigo, "soooooo now we go see karim?"
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« Last Post by Namari on April 27, 2023, 04:00:07 am »
Indigo nods, " glad to hear that. he's got enough on his plate. yeah, im good to go." he finishes his tea and stands, " my gratitude for the meal."
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