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Thread: Royal Vampire and The Servant

Taylors hand rubbing his dick moved faster as her fingers inside of him were hammering away. Hmpt... Taylors eyes closed as she heard his comment more selfishly thinking about how she enjoyed controlling him. Suddenly she let go before he cold finish and got off of him. There....I think that will do for now the vampires expression some how remained cold and heartless as she walked back over to her chair and sat down. Come here she demanded and then raised her legs. I will use you as a foot rest for now The heartless vampire heald his chain as she guided him over on all fours to be placed under her feet. Hmpt...you should see this as a great honor since you are a slave to a royal vampire. Many weak vampires wish to be in your place the vampire narrowed her eyes. Was she really so cold and cruel? was there really nothing behind that rough and aggressive exstirer You mine now...Get use to it she mutered coldly.
Thread: Royal Vampire and The Servant

Shinji had begun to pant heavily as her fingers continued to work in his ass and on his enlarged shaft. Something had begun to well up inside of him, and was making its way through to his organ. Something's coming, he announced, Its- his words fell short. Taylor had pulled away entirely, leaving him there without release. The feeling that had formed after such a while, had quickly faded away. With a small whimper, he turned his head up to her and looked to her pleadingly. The strong vampire simply walked back to her chain, yanking on his chain once more, giving him a precise order. The male walked on his hands and knees until he was under his mistress's feet, being degraded into a simple footrest. His cock was still solid. Y-Yes... Mistress... he spoke between panted sobs and cries as he remained perfectly still under her legs. Th-Thank you...
Thread: Royal Vampire and The Servant

The vampire sat with a cold expression on her face. She had already planned to use him to fulfill all of her desires. Taylor was truly hearted and showed no sympathy for weak creatures. They were only there for her amusement and that is all. You took your punishment rather well. Next time I wont be so rough she stated half-lieing. It pleases your master to take your virginity the vampire smirked only faintly. Then out of pure boredom and no actual interest she decided to speak to the slave informally. Shinji...why did your family give you up? she said more like a statement then a question. Her expression was still emotionless as she adjusted her legs on his back.
Thread: Royal Vampire and The Servant

Shinji tried to keep his posture straight and still as he was used as a footrest for the powerful vampire who now owned him. The weak vamp nodded only briefly, his gaze still turned to the floor, when she spoke to him. Y-Yes, he spoke in an attempt to keep Taylor happy, Th-Thank you. He figured, as long as she was happy, things would be okay for him. So far, however, she seemed to display nothing but coldness aside from the occasional smirk. This would be much harder than the male originally thought. When she mentioned taking his virginity, he blushed brightly. He still remembered the alien feeling that came from his tight hole. His cock had begun to harden once more at the thought. He remained silent until she asked him why he was there. It had been the first time she had used his name. Hesitation was obvious as he thought on how to answer. They needed money, Shinji explained, O-Our family is poor. I've got a sister who was just born. To try and keep them fed, they sold me to you. That's it.
Thread: Ain't that a bitch? (ShoXLady)

Things were going that well for Chris as he looked out at the sky during lunch break. It was not easy having a good relationship with friends when all of your classes made you have different lunch periods when you're all used to having it at the same time. But what could one do? Keeping up to date with his grades and being obsessed with a few things kept his mind off of it. Chris would be somewhat of a nerd but he was a humble guy that was likable regardless of the stereotypes and never a weak skinny guy. Chris as a matter of fact liked music and soccer but his future with his education and gaming was much more important to him. I wonder... he sat up straight fixing his glasses while looking at his iphone browsing for something on the internet. Maybe a new labtop would be better than the desktop he had at home. Chris was fairly 'cute' as a guy who was 17 yet he looked younger with dark brown eyes and hair that was short. He wore converse, jeans, a short sleeve button shirt with a watch, and a few wrist bands on either. He happened to have a bag made for a laptop carrying case but drawing was what it was for as art was something he often practiced to maybe impress the ladies.
Thread: In The Hearts of Men [Torrid x Rekoj]

When the chief left the room Nani curled into herself hoping she didn't make a mistake coming here today. The police in this station were known to be in the mobs pocket and what if she got stuck with a bad one? The thought made her shiver, she wondered if she hadn't come here today and no one ever knew what she saw if she'd be able to live with herself. She was pretty sure that she'd never be able to sleep at night if she never told a soul what she'd seen, if she never tried to help those poor dead people get justice. She'd heard and seen a murder and all she wanted to do was go home, not to her apartment but to her mom and dads and curl up in her old bed with their family cat curled into her maybe then she'd find a little peace. But when the new officer entered the office Alohanani Pi... you can call me Nani, it's easier it was what she always said when she introduced herself to someone. No... no I'm fine I have some water she shoved her hands through her black hair and sighed gently I told him everything I know, am I going to be able to go home soon? she was nervous about being here, like at any moment one of the cops is going to come through the door and point a gun at her, she was half waiting for Damien Rhodes to do it. But he just stood there, slightly smiling... probably to try and put her at ease, it wasn't working but the effort was nice.
Thread: In The Hearts of Men [Torrid x Rekoj]

Nani watched the interaction of the chief with his officer, he was singing the praises of him so maybe she'd be safe with him. Maybe he was the cop the chief said he was. Or maybe he was in the Mobs pocket, but he seemed young like her so maybe he wasn't yet corrupt. They were going back and forth and all Nani could think was that she wanted to go home, she wanted a bubble bath and maybe since she'd told someone what she'd seen she'd be able to eat. A pepperoni pizza with mushrooms and black olives sounded like heaven to her right now, she could probably eat the whole thing. Testifying had never dawned on her, telling her story and going home was all she'd expected to do and maybe she'd have to look through some books of known offenders or be called in to look at a line-up of men. But she'd never thought so far ahead as testifying, people who testify against the mob tended up dead in an alley, floating in the river or buried in a football field. Nani didn't want any of those things to happen to her. She looked back and forth between the men, if she testified could they really keep her safe? She doubt it, she highly highly doubted it. I'm sure Officer Rhodes is a talented cop but... I don't know if testifying is the best option for me. I know what happens to people who testify against the mob, with or without protection. She ran her hands nervously over her thighs and stood, grabbing her purse she made her way to the door. I'm sorry I just don't think I can do it.
Thread: In The Hearts of Men [Torrid x Rekoj]

Damien watched her reaction quietly, hiding his intense internal debate perfectly, the image of calm and stoic as two voices nattered at each other within his mind. He should just let her go- let her not testify, let the only lead in the Da Costa case go. And yet... he was in the zone . Where nothing mattered but the case, his mind was racing and as she stood up he calmly stood up and brought his hand to her shoulder. His grip was not tight, not restraining, but still had strength behind it. His voice was calm and steady as he began to speak, Nani. You made the right decision in coming here for help- but do not take this new decision lightly. You're going on instinct, get yourself to someplace safe- just go home. But I cannot assure you that home is safe. He stepped in front of her, his strong blue eyes looking for hers as he remained back straight, voice calm but spoken with some volume, leaving no room for misinterpretation. His eyes finally noticed hers, if only for a brief second and he felt something click in the back of his mind. It was the first time had ever looked at her as she was- a woman, a beautiful young woman, and not just his client. She was nearly trembling she was so scared, she was so unsure, and the urge to protect her right now was more than just his job- there was something primal that activated within him. He didn't know what to feel or how to feel it, but him and his voice remained steady, undistracted by this sudden revelation, The chief failed to explain all of his plan. We would leave today, in a matter of hours, taking an undercover car and get the hell out of this city. Using the funds we have you'd get to get yourself a new wardrobe, new personal items, whatever you need. I want you to think really hard about this, that's all, I'm not binding you into a decision but when something is this important we go back to instinct, we trust it- and that could get you killed. If you go home without accepting our protection, without testifying and putting these people away, you may never feel safe in your own home again. You may never know if they saw you when you came in here to us- you may never know if they're coming for you because of what you know- you may be robbed of the security of home forever. Sit down Nani, take as much time as you need- but make sure that your decision is logical, not instinctual.
Thread: In The Hearts of Men [Torrid x Rekoj]

Nani had her hand on the doorknob and was getting ready to walk out when the cop stepped in front of her, there was something in the way he looked at her that had her listening to him. She moved back to the seat and curled up into it, she knew that he had a point that however did not mean that she wanted to listen to it. Nani wanted to rely on her gut, and her gut told her that she should get the hell out of the police station and hide herself away somewhere. Who needed common sense? If she had any of it, instead of coming here she'd have packed up her small apartment and got the hell out of the state, changed her name and completely disappeared. But here she was and if she'd gone this far hadn't she? if she could come here and tell them her story shouldn't she be brave enough to testify against the people who'd murdered three innocent people? She was the only witness, she had duty didn't she to bring them justice? That was a heavy duty for a scared nineteen year old girl. I don't think I can do it... they'll kill me I know they will... I just wanted someone to know what I saw. Nani pulled her feet up on the chair not caring that she was not at home, that the chair was not her own she wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her head on them. I'm not brave enough to face the mob in court, you could maybe keep me safe until I have to go to court sure, but I'd be the one who would have to get up there on the stand and point the finger, to relive everything I saw... again and we all know they'd probably get off on some... some... technicality and then I'd be dead. As the judge his wife and their neighbor. She sobbed into her knees. You can't keep me safe forever.
Thread: In The Hearts of Men [Torrid x Rekoj]

The justice system knows how to deal with the mafia now- what are you basing your opinion on? Law dramas on the television and movies you've seen- we have closed door witness testimonies, where they'll never get to see your face. I will be with you until the trial is over to make sure you stay breathing. Nani, look at me, Nani, he repeated her name to get her attention as he swooped forward and took her hand with both of his. His clench was not desperate or frightened, his aim was to soothe. He was surprised with himself, with how natural this was all feeling, even as he gently took a finger to her nodded chin to tilt her eyes up to look at him. Nani, this is when you need to trust me. You need not worry about your safety while you with me, I will keep you alive and unharmed, this I promise, his words were fearlessly bold but not spoken with ego or bravado, he was stating the facts as he knew them in his own mind. He knew what he was capable of, he knew he would keep her safe at all costs. Think about it, but we can speak with your employers to let them know what's happening, we can provide you with a whole new wardrobe, you can be on an SUV with me on the highway getting away from this city to safety. You need to make the right decision here, because if you choose to return home unprotected, you may never get a chance to regret it, he finished, his voice incredibly calm the whole time before he took the seat once again and sat back, leaning back to not pressure her and make her away she had plenty of time to give him a response.
Thread: In The Hearts of Men [Torrid x Rekoj]

Nani raised her face from her knees and looked up at him, she couldn't help herself. His aim was to soothe her and it was working, she hoped everything he said was true. That the government really did know how to deal with the mob now, but the feeling at the center of her heart told her that he was wrong that there were as in the dark as they'd always been and that they always would be. But he seemed so sincere, so straight forward she couldn't imagine that he'd ever lie to her when he spoke to her like that. She couldn't understand how he could be so sure of his ability to keep her safe, to keep her alive. Sure there were good cops, and great cops but that didn't mean they'd always succeed. She knew that he was right though, that if she went home without protection and tried to pretend as if nothing had ever happened she'd been in an extreme amount of danger, it was a freighting thought and it left her feeling as if she only had one choice and that was to agree to testify and then let them whisk her away until the trail, and god only knew how long it could take for it to come to trial. I hope you're both right about this she sniffled gently and rubbed at her eyes I don't want to die and I don't want to live in fear for the rest of my life, so I'll do it as soon as she said the words she prayed that she wouldn't live to regret the choice she was making. Nani slid her feet from the chair and looked between the two men. She looked Damien in the eye and said My life is your hands, I desperately hope you're right.
Thread: In The Hearts of Men [Torrid x Rekoj]

OK. Chief, make the call to get the car ready, Nani, within an hour we're going to be leaving the city. I'd reccomend phoning your family and letting them know you'll be gone. Tell them you're doing this for your safety, but make sure you don't give them too many details. Let them know you're in safe hands, they'll be worried about you, Damien said, his hand still remaining on Nani's shoulder, to offer his comfort. His eyes met hers for a glance, just for a moment. There was compassion in his glaze, as well as... maybe something more. But his gaze averted quickly, and he spun for the door. He stopped in the doorway, looked to the chief, I'm going to get the car ready. You make the necessary calls to her work or anything else she needs. I'm going to knock on this door exactly four times, then once more after a quick pause. If the knock isn't that, it isn't me, and I want everything hidden. No one knows we go, got it Chief? It was very rare the Chief would allow anyone to speak to him in such a blunt manner, such a firm tone. It was the Chief's job to give orders, not follow them. But there was something in the way Damien spoke, something in the way he stood, that the Chief dare not challenge them. Plus, he had no reason to. The chief gave a curt nod, Of course. Now go, get the car ready, Nani... if you'll come with me and have your picture taken, we need to print off some pieces of identification to go by. What would you like your fake name to be? he questioned, as Damien disappeared behind the closed door. In your next reply feel free to skip forward to Damien's return after Nani is prepared by the Chief
Thread: In The Hearts of Men [Torrid x Rekoj]

Nani watched Damien with the Chief and thought it must be rare for an officer to speak to his superior in such a way but the Chief didn't seem to mind at all, the Chief was obviously secure in his position and knew what the officer could do given they way he'd sung his praises and the way he was entrusting her safety to him. She watched him leave the room and then walked to the desk, the Chief showed her how to call out and she called her parents she was extremely vague when talking to her father but since she'd always been a bit of a daddy's girl and he'd always been so protective over her she didn't want him out on the hunt for them when she hung up the phone. She went with the Chief and they worked up a bunch of fake identification for her, when he asked what she wanted her fake name to be she felt as if she'd been hit by a shovel to the gut. Knowing she'd have to go with something plain, her name had always been the one thing that had set her apart from everyone else. How many Alohanani Pi's could there possibly be out there and so far as she'd found so far it was just her. Jane Parker.. I probably don't look like a Jane she rubbed her eyes after the flash indicating her picture had been taken. The Chief rushed her through a few more steps and then they were ready and waiting for Damien's return, Nani was back in the chair she'd been sitting in curled up and listening for the knocks on the door. She knew that it had not taken that terribly long but given the situation she was in right now, everything seemed to take hours on end. She was lost in her head when four knocks jolted her, she turned towards the door and so did the Chief, quickly after the four knocks came another and they both knew that he'd returned and things in Nani's life were about to change drastically.
Thread: Cries of War // FallenNinja & Cyanide

The wounded elven maiden had the palest of skin, ivory against the crimson pool of her hair, strewn out of it's secure holding atop her head. The half-lidded eyes were the purest of blue, their pupil adapting to it's surroundings hundred's times faster than a humans. Her body was fairly small once she had fallen, perhaps the size of a boy child about to reach adolescence. But not much else could be seen of her from under the layers of thick silver toned plate, now splattered with the blood of her brothers, her enemies and herself. Her helm echoed the noise from outside, now strangely quiet as she felt herself slowly dying. It was a horrible feeling to know you were slowly losing what blood you had left. No... She managed to mutter as she saw his hands reach towards her face, she was ready to die now. The pain was extreme, the feeling of helplessness and weakness finally readied her to continue into the next life. Her head lolled to the side as the helm fell from her face, she licked her dry lips as she tried to speak, but she was weak and was losing blood fast. Her cheek fell into her own blood, staining her ivory skin with her own death. The man was speaking to her, she finally realized as she focused on his face. This human man dared speak to her, dare pity her, she tried with all the might left in her broken body to growl at him. Alas, she failed, only a pitiful mewl of pain passed her lips. Her grasp on the common language was fair enough, she could speak it fluently were she to put her mind to it. 'How do I demand he kill me?' Her mind questioned. Nothing was worse than being a prisoner. She had taught her men that death was more rewarding than allowing ones' self to be captured. If she had the strength, she would have killed herself instead. But her blade had fallen too far from her fingertips and her dagger was pressed against the mud and that was her wounded side. A groan left her as he lifted her the way one would a comrade. Her small body weighed less that one would expect from a fully armored warrior, and she swayed as she was lifted. Even as her world slowly became black around her, she knew what she must do Kill the human boy. Sorry it's short. And yes I'm not saying her name on purpose.
Thread: Cries of War // FallenNinja & Cyanide

Cicero carried the woman across the battlefield, and he knew that there were more than a few eyes that were drawn to the sight. Outrage and anger seemed to be simmering beneath the surface as he brought the woman toward the makeshift field hospital that the villagers were forming for the wounded soldiers. As he got closer, a pair of older men, both wielding pitchforks barred his path, looks of rage upon their faces as they glanced furtively at the Elf that was hanging almost limply at his side. Their kin' aren' welcome 'ere! The elder of the two said, jabbing his pitchfork toward the Elf. Ye'll get 'em ou' o' 'ere, or we'll make sure ye'll get outta our land right smart! The other said, the rage in his voice, perhaps from seeing his friends resonating in Cicero, who grin his teeth and glared right back at the man. The woman was dying, she probably wouldn't last much longer, and these men were getting in his way. He growled, and the two men, easily a head shorter than Cicero seemed to falter. This Elf is alive. She can't fight back. If we keep her alive, and take her to the King, who knows what secrets she might have. And if she doesn't, she'll probably get a right and proper execution in front of the people. Now, get a healer and get out of my way! He said, his voice booming and drawing the attention of others. Some seemed to reel back in fear of the near-dead Elf at his side, as if it would jump up and kill them all when they least expected it. Others were glaring more now than ever. Cicero ignored them, and carried the Elf, who even in her armour, was lighter than he expected, and placed her on a table, while an elderly woman hurried over, and stopped in her tracks when she saw what was on her table. Her eyes, wide and shocked looked up to Cicero and he nodded. He stepped back to let her ply her craft, but kept a keen eye on the Elf. He knew that she was more than a match for every man, woman and child in this field if she were well, but even injured he was sure that she'd be able to take down quite a few before they could take her down.