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Thread: The Ride of the Rough Riders (Friendly Alien & Warmatron40K)

Nellix was lost in thought until the Sergeant called out to her and the Mistress. Part of her did not want to respond, knowing his mount would be right beneath him. But to do so would be suspicious, so she raised her head and immediately locked eyes with the creature. Her breath caught again while the Mistress moved forward, greeting and conversing with the Sergeant. Nellix moved forward as well, her body drawn in by the stare of the beast. A knot formed in her lower abdomen, as much as it killed her she knew exactly what it meant. Because of her curse she had lain with many men, even aliens...but never with an animal such as this. She should have known her depravity would continue to grow, she should have known that this was inevitable. Your mount is magnificent. The Greenskins stood little chance against them. She said aloud, trying to appear casual. She was only a pace away from the creatures head and it's musk was overwhelming. It wasn't just male, it was agitated, ready to mate. What...what are they called? She had honestly never seen one. She had fought alongside Inquisitorial stormtroopers several times, and next to the Cadians a couple times, but she had never met Rough Riders before. Perhaps tonight she would...study them...before she did anything risky.
Thread: The Ride of the Rough Riders (Friendly Alien & Warmatron40K)

The creature responded with a similar show of interest when the woman stared back at it. The eyes flared up with interest, and the nostrils flared as it tried to scent her. It stretched it's head and neck forward cautiously. The guardsman turned his head when Nellix spoke up, as he was nodding his head in agreement with the Mistress in a discussion. He was glad to hear someone showing some interest in his steed. He leant backwards and straightened his back, the handsome man believed that she was taken back by his masculinity, and his animal was merely an extension of it. This is an Eedian Warbeast! It's kind has served our regiments for almost two thousand years, and these glorious steeds have great strengths and few weaknesses. This old one, he began with patting it's side, which the beast promptly ignored. is called Sargon. As he again leaned back, it might have looked like the extending neck of the beast, together with it's head, looked like an abstract extension of his own virility. He did not think of it that way, but someone might have. The beast itself was still very interested in this woman in front of it. It was a buck, but all of the male parts where tucked in, save for a small sheath-like part between it's legs, but it was very deceptive as it hid a large organ. Though, it would need much stimulation to arouse it. However, the very strange, unfamiliar allure was tempting it. The nostrils flared with interest as it smelled her female scents, trying to reach closer.
Thread: The Ride of the Rough Riders (Friendly Alien & Warmatron40K)

Nellix politely acknowledged the Sergeant. Only somewhat aware of his attempts to display his masculinity. On a normal day he would ignite many sensations and urges within her, but now her attentions were locked elsewhere. Sargon. That is the name of this beast. It was blunt and harsh sounding, it was perfect for the warbeast. Nellix could somehow feel Sargon's interest in her, it was trying to reach closer, it's nostrils flaring. She took another step and lifted her hand. It is truly magnificent. I enjoyed watching it play with that Ork as though it were a toy. She continued to make conversation half-heartedly while she raised her hand to it. She could not help it, but from her position her eyes darted to Sargon's underbelly. A thick, sinuous chest became a scaled abdomen, and between it's legs hung a sheath like protrusion. She had seen the same kind of thing on many animals, most notably horses, whose sheath betrayed a massive phallic organ. She quickly tore her eyes away before anyone noticed. In fact, she was already probably showing too much interest. She backed away from Sargon and looked to the Sergeant. You and your men fought well today, it was an honor to fight beside such skilled warriors of the Guard. He really was a choice male, if she couldn't get to Sargon, perhaps he would be a suitable replacement...
Thread: The Ride of the Rough Riders (Friendly Alien & Warmatron40K)

The beast seemed almost ecstatic when a hand was reaching for it. The eyes widened, and it was so close to feel her touch, even if it her skin was hidden under a gauntlet, it wanted to feel her touch. A desperate yearning made it whine. The Sergeant thought it was enough, and began to tug at the reigns. The beast rumbled, displeased, but obeyed. It moved to the side, obviously somewhat irritated, but that could just be because the rider bossed it around so much. The honour was all mine. He nodded courtly to both Nellix and the Mistress, smiling a suave grin at both Truly, with his rugged stubbles and flashing white grin, he was a handsome man. I will meet you at back at the base, perhaps! And with him riding off into the distance, a flock of similarly big, muscled and powerful xeno-mounts rushed like a determined stampede off away form the battlefield. The battle around them was dying down, and it would seem that they had won the day, even on the larger scale of this little war on this little planet. The day soon came to a close, and the evening came shortly afterwards. The Imperial Guard compound was adjacent to the Adepta Sororita encampment, with a respectful distance of a few hundred feet apart. Though, the Rough Rider designated area was a bit further off, but well within walking distance from either camp. Several sturdy shack-like corrals had been erected to both provide cover for the beasts, but also to keep them inside and restricting their movements. The door was not locked, as the Rough Riders had made it a habit of visiting their mounts on sleepless nights, giving them feed or doing chores as they tried to work the restlessness out of their bones. Well inside, there would be designated boxes for each mount. There was plenty of space form the to move around, or to at least walk in circles. Several people could walk inside the stall, if needed be. Much like a horses stall, their heads would peek out form above the short door that kept them inside of their pens, and the doors had the names of each beast. Sargon himself was... Anxious. His nostrils flared constantly as the oddly arousing interlude with that Sister of Battle had for some reason provoked its rutting to become even more fierce. The sheath had become swollen, and it was swollen to such a degree that it would be impossible for a man, or a woman, to reach their fingers around it. Two large protrusion started to bulge out from the base as well, which was a clear indication that its testes where reacting. Oddly enough, there shouldn't be any females for it to react to. It had never felt so alone and restless in its entire life as that moment, the only sounds and scents it could sense where that from other uninteresting Warbeast bucks. It rumbled with displeasure and frustration.
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Night had fallen, after her post battle rituals and prayers, and after seeing to her duties Nellix had slipped out of her barracks for a walk. Her walk took her to the edge of the Sororitas compound. She headed out the gate and made her way to the Rough Riders Encampment. She managed to get by the guard sisters with a fake document that needed to be delivered to the Sergeant. After some research on the Eerdian warbeasts and the Rough Riders she had come up with a plan. It was too much of a risk that Sargon's owner would come to check on him in the night, so she needed to 'preoccupy' him before heading to the animal pens. The cool night air felt good against her unarmored body. She wore ceremonial leathers, a tight studded corset and skin tight leggings. Black silk covered her cleavage, shoulders and arms, it was a common outfit for off-duty sisters. And it would do nicely to entice the Sergeants thoughts. After several minutes she was in the encampment and standing outside his cabin. She looked around to be cautious, then knocked on the door. Nellix was excited, she had gotten over her shame as always and now she just wanted satisfaction. This man was not the powerful beast she needed, but he was still a prime example of a man. And he would do perfectly to rouse her flames and prepare her physically for the main course.
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Enter! There was a loud, sharp voice of a man that yelled from within. He sounded agitated, and he was. It was late, and he hated when he would get notices and messages late in the evening. He wanted to relax, and read some literature. Right now, he had gotten his hands on some very interesting, but crude, novelettes. The Lusts of the Sisters was a poorly written piece of literature that described an Imperial Guardsman 'suffering' the lustful advances of an Adepta Sororitas. It was enough to get him aroused and entertained, but the poorly written lines got to him. 'Oh, what a great Lascannon you have' she would exclaim, when demanding to see his 'equipment'. He had just put it down on the wooden desk when he heard the knock. A small bunk was to his side, but otherwise there was just benches and desks. This place would serve both as his private room and as a planning room if needed. He wearing the typical outfit. light brown trousers and uniform, with a coat that covered most of his chest, and where the buttons where on the left part of his chest, like a large flap. He was dressed, but he was without his helmet and armour. A short, brown cut hair could be seen as his back was to the door at the first instant, putting the crude novel under some documents and maps. What is it, Guardsman?
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Wrong branch Sergeant. Nellix said as she entered the man's cabin. She walked up to him with a relaxed posture. Sister is customary....but Nellix will suffice. She smiled at him while admiring his physique. Out of his armor she had a better gauge of his body. His uniform was nice and fitting, showing off his broad shoulders and thick chest. The trim cut of his top told her he was plenty tight in the abdomen as well, and most importantly the tight brown trousers gave her just a hint of bulge. Good. This might actually be a satisfactory warm up for later. I confess Sergeant. I came under guise of bringing you this document. She held up her important document, then crumpled it. She knew men well enough, and she knew his type better. She didn't like playing around anymore than he did she was sure. The truth is since the battle I couldn't resist coming over to talk to you. She leaned against his desk, trying to be provocative without coming on to strong.
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The very instant he heard a woman's voice, he froze. His eyes bulged, knowing very well that only an Adepta Sororitas would speak like that. TO one of them, his rank meant nothing. He steeled himself and turned to face her. He was going to salute her, but then he saw her in her relaxed outfit, and he had just heard her mentioning that a more informal usage of names would suffice. He was surprised. His shocked looks faded as he spent more time hearing her voice, considering her tone and seeing her almost hungry gaze. Then he saw just how pronounced her female figure was in that bodice. He couldn't help but grin as she crumbled the paper. There was no way in the Warp that she was on any kind of official business. This was purely... Recreational. Standing just a few feet from her as she leant on the desk, he tilted his strong chin up, and brushed his unshaven neck with a strong, callous and somewhat nicked hand. It must be something very important then. His voice still had that strong and boisterous attitude, even when he was shouting a war cry for the Emperor. He walked even closer to her, and stood just on her left side, facing her shoulder. Now he was showing of an air of authority, crossing his arms over his chest, actually unknowingly showing of the dimensions of his muscles arms and strained the cloth against his abdomen. The rank of a Guardsman means nothing to a Sister of Battle. Call me Gordon.
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He was confident to boot, it took him no time at all to relax in her presence and begin displaying his air of authority, and along with it his muscles. His uniform practically bursting at the seams. She had to bite her lip. She was almost beginning to forget about Sargon in lieu of Gordon....almost. You fought a fine battle today Sergeant. Your zeal rivals that of the Inquisition, and your skill as well. She reached out confidently and ran her fingertips over the medals on his chest. Such achievements Gordon. It must take some stamina to keep up with them.... She let her fingers trail to the side, feigning the investigation of his rank and specialization designator on his upper arm, she gave his bicep a firm squeeze. Hard as iron. From her position she turned to face him, leaning back against the edge of his desk. She propped herself up on her hands, a posture that accentuates her figure. I must be frank with you Gordon. I really shouldn't be here. I could be brought before Tribunal for visiting a man's tent... She stood up and turned around, bending over and leaning her hands on his desk. This placed her ass only inches away from his pelvic region, combined with the proper arcing of her back, she could practically hear his breaches tightening.
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He felt her touch. It was electrifying! She spoke about protocol and hinted at military and religious achievements, but he knew what it was about. Oh, he could tell what she needed. She moved around like she was not sure of how to stay still, as excited she must have been. When she finally stayed still, moving her rear at his direction. It became obvious what she wanted. What she needed. I won't tell anyone you where here. He rumbled off with almost a whisper, and he dared what few men would ever dare to do. He moved towards her, placed his large and strong hands on her waist, and pressed his pelvis against her body. They where at the same pose as a lewd pair would fuck, and he felt his stirring manhood tensing against the fabric of his clothing, Nellix's clothing, and her body behind it. I know that you have the needs that every women have. I will take care of your needs, Sister. He had no idea of her true needs. He was only shown her needs for him at that moment, and all he could see was her in crude positions in relation to his own body. He let out a low grunt through his nose, and pressured his crotch against her ass, and she could feel his thick member. Surprisingly larger than most men. If she wanted size, then she hit the jackpot... If she would be content with the size any pure man could give her, that is.
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Nellix stifled a gasp when Gordon's hands gripped her waist. She was so turned on that little shocks ran up her spine at the touch of his fingers, even through her clothes. But what really set her off was when he pressed his pelvis to her ass. By the Emperor... She mewled as his thick bulge grew bigger and harder against her buttocks. He truly was a pinnacle of male physique. She raised herself up and reached back, gripping his hair before she slowly started grinding her rear against his swollen phallus. I do have needs Sergeant. Needs that even the truest of prayers can't quell. The top of her head just reached his eyes, so with her back pressed against his firm chest she craned her neck to look at him. She needed him to keep showing his dominance, his authority. She wordlessly begged him to kiss her and take her however he saw fit.
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He had only set his eyes on this woman for a few seconds, and yet he found her to be the most enticing, arousing and tempting woman he had ever met in his life. He felt her soft rear squash against his pelvis, how his cock ground against her ass as he held her there, but she did her best to move on her own against him. He gasped as she confessed the weakness of her prayers... And for some inexplicable reason, he found that fact exciting. Tell me... He began, slowly sliding his callous hands up her clothed sides. How prayer won't sate your needs... Your cravings. He spread his teeth and breathed hot air against her shoulder and her neck. He kissed the spot on her neck just below her left ear, and groaned loudly as he felt his entire body throb with want. Tell me, woman!
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Nellix moaned at the feel of his hot breath against her neck, at the feel of his rough hands on her sides, at the sensation of his lips upon such a tender spot. She could feel his phallus grow more and more as she moved against it, but she needed more. She slid her free hand back, in between their bodies and cupped his crotch, moaning as she gave it a sultry squeeze. Prayers....prayers can't massage me in the night when I am restless.. She stroked him firmly. Prayers can't warm me with their flesh and make me scream with pleasure. Her deft fingers worked their way beneath his beltline where they swiftly found and took his phallus in hand. Prayers give me peace....but when I don't want peace I need something more....physical Her body was on fire, every touch from his was a shock to her senses. She could already feel slick juices running down the inside of her leather pants. Every fiber of her being needed the satisfaction his body could give her. As she moaned and stroked his length, Nellix found herself desperately needing to taste him.
Thread: The Ride of the Rough Riders (Friendly Alien & Warmatron40K)

Her zeal was... Nothing like he had ever seen in a woman before. Her hot passion was obscene as it was a beauty to hear, feel and sense with your very soul. He could feel his entire being being charged with the electrifying force of her arousal, and he was not going to let her down. He had decided that. Gordon would show just what an Imperial Guardsman could do... What an Eedian could do! His hands brushed up her sides and cupped her breasts when she grabbed him, thinking it would be a fair exchange of services. His hot member was thick and hard already, and Gordon grit his teeth as he squeezed her female parts in turn. Her breasts almost popped out of her corset, but he didn't care. And when she dig her hand under his trousers, kneading his naked 10 inch member with an eager hand... He lost it. The man kissed her neck, then stroked her neck with a slobbering wet tongue all the way to her ear. He was so lost in the moment that he licked her ear, kissed it, and nibbled it with his teeth. All the while as he groaned and grunted against her, grabbing her bosom with a rough pair of hands. He was going to say something that would be heretical... But damn him, he could not resist it! Not when she had shared with him her confessions on the weakness of prayer, this seemed so right! He placed his clenched teeth right against her ear, and huskily growled his words against her. I will giver you the satisfaction that not even the God-Emperor cannot provide...!
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Nellix gasped for air as Gordon seamed to feed off her lust, compounding it until they were both lost. She continued to stroke and squeeze his thick phallus beneath his trousers, he was so large, and so hot. Her fingers wormed their way lower and cupped his balls, which were every bit as impressive as his member. As his hands went up and cupped her breasts she moaned long and hard. Her breasts were young and firm, most importantly they were sensitive. His fingers were like lightning as they kneaded her mounds, threatening to make them fall out, which she wanted so badly. Go... She was about to speak when his tongue ran up her neck to her ear. She moaned and bit her lip to keep from screaming, she was beyond turned on now. His playful nibbling of her ear did not help, she ground her ass even harder against him as she removed her hand, now it worked hard at yanking his trousers down. However her hand slipped when he growled such heresy in her ear. She spun around out of his grasp and grabbed him by his collar, she couldn't take it anymore. With aggressive force she spun him around and slammed him into his desk. Such heresy! You must be punished! She ripped open his shirt and ran her hands over his hard muscles, sliding her fingers through his thick chest hair. Then she fell to her knees and roughly pulled his pants down until his throbbing cock jumped from it's hiding place. She took it in hand and immediately wrapped her lips around it, moaning as she tasted his salty flesh for the first time. His dick was every bit as masculine as he was, thick veins ran it's length, hard as steel. She slathered it with her tongue, her saliva running down it's length, wetting his heavy balls.
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That harpy voice would have terrified any man, in any place and time when it came from the throat of a Sister of Battle... But Gordon saw it in her face that she was too aroused to punish him. She grinned wide in ecstasy when she pushed him down, ripping his clothes apart. Her hand touching his chest felt like burning fire, and he pushed the back of his head against the wooden desk with a loud thump when she slobbered all over his member. It was thick, long and covered in thick skin and throbbing veins, and she sucked at it like she was mad with lust. Applying the same fervour on carnal activities as on the battlefield, he thought, Gordon put both of his hands on the back of her head. He ran his thick fingers through her neat, white hair... Then he grabbed it. He grit his teeth, then looked down over his chest, abs, then his mighty cock stuck in her mouth. He didn't hesitate for one second to thrust her own head up and down on himself, feeling her gag and choke on his fat tip. The man grit his teeth hard and grunted loudly. He shook his head briefly, then shouted words of 'encouragement' down at the woman. Oh, punish me, Sister!
Thread: Fun Ideas (f/f, m/f, h/f)

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Thread: From Business Woman to Pet Woman (Ryanmo97 x BunnyChan)

Ryan Morris Age 35 Height 5' 11 Weight 195 lbs. Hair Brown Eyes Hazel Body Type Athletic. Ryan Morris was a self-made millionaire. Do to some great investments and he was able to make a lot of money and retire early. There was one thing that he wanted. He wanted a pet woman. He knew that he could probably find a woman on the internet, who wanted to be the petsex slave of some man. He decided that it would be more fun to kidnap a woman and force her to become his pet. He spent quite a bit of money converting his basement into a dungeon. Then, he started to look for the perfect woman to make his pet. He headed into a nearby city to search for the woman he wanted as his slave. He concentrated his search around the office buildings. He always had a thing for women in business suits. To him, they looked very sexy and smart, plus it would be fun to take a woman who's use to being in charge of her own life and force her to become a petsex slave. He didn't stand out, he looked like a regular tourist taking pictures of the big city. After a couple of days of not finding the woman he was looking for, he found her...