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Thread: The Orphan (RV And Azure)

She thinks it over but then looks to him for the answer What do you think would be best. I know if I change my name my records would be different when I turn 18 and might to go to college. But then doing a private tutor I know that might cost you a lot and I don't want to do that do you since you are helping me. She covers her mouth to cover a burp blushing a little.
Thread: The Orphan (RV And Azure)

Seeing her covering her mouth, Marcus could tell she was blushing lightly. His female colleagues did the same whenever they blushed. It made him smile softly. If it's your wish, I can pay for it. I have enough money as it is and I hardly spent any myself. He told her softly. So if it's private tutoring, I will gladly pay for you to be educated while I'm at work, or in the afternoon when I'm around. He said, shrugging lightly at the thought of the money going away on her.
Thread: The Orphan (RV And Azure)

ok I'll do whatever you feel is best. When I turn 18 and get the money I'll make sure that I pay you back Tabitha tells hm making up her mind in that. She pushes away her plate since she was food and looks at him to see if he'll like to leave now.
Thread: The Orphan (RV And Azure)

Hearing that, Marcus knew it was something he might have to change her mind about over time, but that could be settled later. When you're 18, it's your money after all, so you can do with them as you please. He said, smiling gently to her as he noticed her having finished her food. Come, lets go, before it gets too dark. He said, pulling out his wallet and placing the money for the meal on the table next to her plate before leaving, having gestured for her to follow him.
Thread: The Orphan (RV And Azure)

She waits until he pay before she stands up. For the first time in a long time she felt like everything was going to be okay. When he pays she start to head to the front of the door to walk out. Once out there she turning to him SO what happens now? do we go straight to your place?
Thread: The Orphan (RV And Azure)

Looking at her, Marcus nodded. Yea, unless there's someplace else you'd like to go first. He told her, leading them down the street at a gentle pace. His house was about half an hour from the street, a rather silent and empty neighbourhood as he moved up in front of a large, two-storey house. He pulled out his keys, inserting the main door key into the lock and unlocking it, letting her in first, he walked in after her, quickly turning some lights on. Well, this is it. He told her, gesturing around. The entr was large, though not overly, there was a shoerack with a few different set of shoes and a place to hang your coats. Come, I'll show you around. He said, leading her through the house, showing her the large livingroom with the couches and table, the television wasn't too expensive either, obviously he hadn't bought a new one for a few years. Into the kitchen, a large, open workspace with lots of possibilities. He explained everything to her on the way, that she could use anything she pleased, even if she wanted to eat in the middle of the night, she could do that. Into the small dining room, it was covered in white sheets, he never really used it anymore. I usually eat in the kitchen or in the livingroom. He explained, giving her a soft smile. So you don't have to clean in here unless we are having guests over. He said, leading her back to the entr. Ready to see upstairs? He asked softly.
Thread: good hentai?

anyone know of good hentais with good sex, no abuse or rape or incest. i like furries, and adventure type hentais with magical creatures. please let know thanks
Thread: good hentai?

There was a hentai that I saw a few days ago called 'Tentacle and Witches'. If you're alright with tentacles not every erotic scene involves them and a rather obscene amount of cum, then I would advise looking into that one. There is a bit of reluctance in some of the scenes, but none of them are outright rape and there is no abuse or incest. This is a four-part series with a decent story. It's far from the best story that I've seen in a hentai series before, but it is also far from the worst.
Thread: good hentai?

What's the best story you've ever seen in a hentai, Dev? XD
Thread: good hentai?

Haha... Honestly? I don't really know. I don't watch a lot of hentai. If I absolutely had to pick one, then I'd say the hentai called Angelium has the best story to it. Though, honestly, it's still like a bad porn movie.
Thread: good hentai?

i do want story line, anything with a romantic story line? want to order a series or movie off amazon
Thread: good hentai?

Well, both of the stories that I mentioned have romantic undertones to them, I suppose. Angelium more than the other. Though, it is your typical male fantasy of three girls fighting over the romance of one guy. Gotta love the predictability of the hentai and porn industries. Option 1 - rape. Option 2 - 5 girls, 1 guy.
Thread: looking for guy

I'm game. What is your preferred method of RP?
Thread: looking for guy

Nennius said I'm game. What is your preferred method of RP? Click to expand... i updated my profile, all infos there
Thread: ~Clash~

As she pushed open the door, images had flashed through Mireio's mind of what the forbidden chamber might contain. She had constructed them in the long hours of searching, both a diversion to occupy her thoughts and an attempt to prepare. Maybe it would be a sword, black with old blood, wrapped in weeping bandages in place of a scabbard. Maybe it would be a book, triple-locked itself, and yet longer hours of cleverness would be required to pry it open. A scepter, a reliquary, a bottle with a prisoned spirit... she knew the attempts were childish in a sense, but her imagination had always been difficult to leash. None of that had prepared her for the sight of a person, rising half-naked to shield himself in a flinch from the light. Too late now to think back and notice the deeper shadow at the bottom of the door, an opening where food could be pushed in without any contact. She had missed the clues. She stared at him, too startled to even retreat as he took a step forward. As the initial dazzle of the light faded, more details of her person would become clear. Her gown was simple but rich cloth, and her belt had a dagger hung from it. She admittedly had no business carrying that, though if spotted she would have concocted some bald-faced lie about being afraid of rats. She was a little shorter than him, with a lack of fear in her posture that suggested authority or brashness or both. Her face was heart-shaped, with features that had recently matured from the sweetness of youth into real beauty. Her eyes were a startling aquamarine in color, wide now as she took him in. And then, with clear dismay, she said, Oh, hellfires. Who are you ?
Thread: ~Clash~

Mireio was making her own examination of the stranger she faced, though hers was tinged just faintly more with incredulity than his sheer innocent wonderment. It was only after she had looked him up and down once, then twice, that she properly realized he was a boy. Or... young man, rather, and she probably wasn't supposed to be examining him with such frank interest. Only she hadn't meant it like that , she was just surprised. Her cheeks colored slightly at the inner chiding and defense, and that brief embarrassment woke her from the paralysis that had lingered through her surprised words. He stepped toward her, and her brashness lingered, bracing her spine and keeping her from retreating. Instinctively she felt that he meant her no harm, though it was a curious thing to think, given the circumstances under which she found him. But he seemed only surprised, curious, even happy as he came forward and looked at her face like it was the first thing he'd seen for years. She didn't realize how accurate that was. Some inkling of the truth came when he answered her half-forgotten question, identifying himself as a prisoner. That snuffed the half-lit speculation that some terrible mistake had occurred to trap him. He hadn't been sealed in the room by any freak accident, but intentionally bolted there. By her father? That was hardly impossible, but still strange to think. How many years had he been down here, while she played and ate and fretted at lessons above? Then the question came, and she blinked. Whatever she had expected him to say next, that wasn't it. I... yes? she said, still too taken aback to construct a properly guarded response. There was just no way to prepare for finding a strange boy in your basement, and so impulse spoke for her. As Mireio's wits began to return from wherever they had flung up their hands and fled, certain truths were assembling inescapably with them. The golden skin and eyes, the tattoos she could just make out in the dim light, she knew them. Almost never had she seen the real thing, but often in pageants depicting the triumph of the war. In stylized outlandish clothing, with masks of hawk-feathers outlining their eyes to emphasize their wild alien appearance, she had watched actors take the part. You're one of them. A malfice . It was an old word, one that the priests of her father's kingdom had applied to the golden-skinned devils whose eradication they so fervently pursued. She said it without malice or terror, though now she knew that she should be afraid. He was dangerous, as much so as any strange artifact she had dreamed of finding. What was she going to do with him? That question might have rooted her to the spot for some time, but in that moment a faint and faraway echo of a voice bounced through long tunnels into the room. She stiffened, sudden resolve entering her eyes. Oh, no--I have to go before they find me. But that raised other immediate questions, and more sensible scenarios withered at the prospect of locking him back in here, lightless and alone. She bit her lip, looking both younger and more pensive for a moment, then extended her hand to him. Come with me?
Thread: ~Clash~

The prisoner, the malfice, smiled at her answer, golden eyes lighting up with a kind of childlike delight. He was thinking how best to respond, and had just alighted on the perfect reply when she spoke again, giving the name commonly used for his people in the kingdom. The effect upon him was immediate, and he moved back a sudden inch, as it recoiling from a terrible slap. The expression in his eyes looked hurt and sad, but only for a moment, unable to have anything ruin the joy he found in his recovered sight. The core philosophy of the prisoners now scattered people, held a heavy emphasis on the recognition of ones selves. The mastered self, the calafice, was one who was the master of his own will, who displayed the calm, reasoned dedication that was so valued to the people. But when one lost their mastery, they became unbound, dangerous, malfice. It was a heavy claim to lay upon a person in that culture, and when they had been broken and scattered across the land, many of them dead, the kingdom had taken to calling the people malfice as a general term for their race, many of them ignorant to the true meaning of the word they used. None of this was know to the prisoner however, and he merely thought that Mireio had been scolding some misconduct of his, her tone and choice of words were even coincidentally similar to those used by the matrons of his people. Determined to do better for his new friend, he looked back up to her eyes, holding the gaze with a sudden intensity. I will do better. Her next words however, brought back the expression of joy he had previously been wearing. Some part of him knew he should be exited about escape, about no longer being confined in that small light-less world, but what truly exited him was the companionship this girl was offering, something he had missed above all else during his imprisonment. As she extended her hand, he took it in one of his, and shared a ritual with her. With his free hand he reached up and extended his index finger toward her lips till he touched them. Very softly, he traced their outline, making a full circle around the sensitive area before lowering his arm. Of course, my friend. He said, keeping hold of her hand, he let her lead, all too happy to bid farewell to what had been his world for the past dozen years, and to see what came next.
Thread: ~Clash~

Mireio saw him pull back slightly as she named him, almost like a regular person would if stung by some hurtful word. That bothered her a little, but she didn't have time to examine the disquiet closely, because now they had to go. She couldn't be caught anywhere near this room, and now that she'd found him, couldn't just leave him. Surely he'd be killed if he was just released to aimlessly wander the catacombs, and he might even them who had released him. With that jumble of reasons, part selfish, part something else, she clasped his hand. Her grip was firm, skin smooth though perhaps her palms and fingers weren't as completely soft as a proper lady's should have been. She wasn't expecting the gesture that he returned, and despite her urgency, she found herself transfixed as he traced a fingertip around her mouth. The motion was heavy with ritual meaning, but intimate too, like he was hushing her or sealing some promise. Eyes full of questions, she bobbed a nod at his assent. Then she tugged him out into the corridor, where the first stop was to set her shoulder against the door and swing it closed. She did so with a measured push, because echoes carried far down here, and she wanted no great clang of metal or wood to betray them. Then, tension unconsciously tightening her grip on his hand, she extracted the key from the stiff but eventually tractable lock. She hung the black iron talisman back on the hook where she had found it, resisting some more satisfying gesture like flinging it into the darkness where it would be lost. If they were lucky, maybe no one would realize the prisoner was missing for a while. Then she took up the torch, and gave one more glance at the nameless young man to be sure he was ready. We have to be quiet, she said, hoping her tone would carry the urgency she didn't have time to explain. With what she hoped was a reassuring squeeze of his hand, she hurried them off down the tunnel. Now the tedious hours of exploration paid off, because the twists and branchings of the underground were possible to thread. At every intersection she paused to listen, and at the third she frowned, hearing a rattling not so far off as the first noise. Then a left turn, straight through a triple branch, past several alcoves in the walls whose skeletal occupants grinned at them in the mad shadows of hurried torchlight. She stopped again at the next turning place, a small chamber whose vaulted ceiling was decorated with some dust-effaced mosaic. Closing her eyes, Mireio's lips moved as if she was counting or reciting. When she opened her eyes again, a fierce gleam of determination was there, and also a kind of excitement, as if this were an adventure. That glow dimmed slightly as she looked back to the prisoner. We're close to the exit, she explained softly, but they might see the light, I have to put it out. I promise that I know the way from here. For some reason, she felt it was important to reassure him that the return to night was only temporary, that she wouldn't lose them both or abandon him.
Thread: ~Clash~

As joyous as his return to the visual world was, it was dwarfed by the ecstasy that flooded the prisoners mind as he completed the ritual, a childlike rush of euphoria that almost made the years of solitude worthwhile. It was only now that he even realized how lonely he had been, and as he let Mireio guide him through the twisting maze, he recalled those early days of his first imprisonment, when he had been wild, lonely, scared... Malfice. They were not happy memories, and after a few moments of recollection he pushed them to the back of his mind, lest they threaten his current bliss. For now he was content to follow, a loose smile plastered across his face, long and untamed hair flowing after them like some dark billowing cape. Every twist and turn brought new wonders, and his eyes devoured even the smallest of details an unevenly cut stone, a small growth of lichen, and most of all, his captivating guide. He spent a good deal of their meandering watching her, noticing the way her face shifted and changed, it seemed to him as though she was responding to the sounds coming from unseen bends in the stone maze, though whether she was seeking them out, or avoiding them, he could not tell. It was evident that he had no notion to the danger they were in, though he was content enough to follow her directions for silence, pacing along behind her with steadfast faith. To him, she was the bringer of light, the opener of worlds, and for this, he had honored her in the greatest way he knew, a rite of faith. With the circle he had traced around her lips, he had marked her as a mentor, one whose words he would follow as scripture, and whose actions he would endeavor to always learn from. Such a thing was not usually done so hastily after a meeting, but she was the only friend he had, and he knew he would not get far without her guidance. So when she told him she would navigate the rest of the way in darkness, he did not fear, but simply smiled at her, closed his eyes, and inclined his head. Where you go, I follow. He promised, his words showing the beginnings of strain and tiredness. Great as his bodily control might have been, what little muscle he had was quickly beginning to tire, completely unused to even the strain that was now being demanded of it after so many long years. He was determined not to falter however, and as he followed her, he concentrated on the feel of her hand in his, the warmth that seemed to flow forth from it filling his body with a sort of tingling sensation, like when leg that has fallen asleep begins to waken.
Thread: ~Clash~

Mireio, distracted by her own concerns and possessing near-total ignorance of the prisoner's people, had no idea of the significance of his gesture. If she had realized she was being marked as an example, she would have hastened to disabuse him of that leaning, for his own safety if nothing else. Everyone knew she was a little odd. Blissfully unaware of her new significance, she did notice on her occasional glances back that he seemed to be smiling. It was a strange place for that, but he was a strange boy--no, she had to remind herself, something much more dangerous. Though it was hard to think of him that way, when he looked at her so trustingly and said he would follow. If he was really a demon, had her opening the door somehow bound him to her will already? Mireio was hardly an expert on the dark arts, but that seemed too easy to be plausible. Pondering that and other matters like how to hide this latest dust-streaked gown, she stole forward to a corner piled with dirt and pebbles from some long-ago excavation. As on previous journeys, she used it to smother the torch, plunging them both into near-total darkness. After a few seconds it became clear that there was a faint gleam of light around the next bend of the tunnel, and she led them carefully in that direction. For two more branchings she skirted the edge of that hint of illumination, until finally they angled in to a broader pathway that widened around the base of a staircase. Lamplight from above pooled there, and again Mireio stopped to listen. Quiet, she whispered to remind him, leaning in so that the word tickled his ear with her breath. Then, with that determined look in her eye again, she took them up. It was a strange and somber welcome to most eyes, because now they were stealing through the ancient crypt of the castle. Marble statues and carved coffin lids stared at them with impassive melancholy as they passed, the history of her family's dynasty and some far older. Intermittent lamps gave only a trickle of light, though that brightened into proper radiance at the base of another staircase. There, a great inscribed archway proclaimed eternal hallowed separation of those above and below. Mireio frowned at it, then turned a little aside, taking them into a shadowed nook between two graceful caryatid statues. Almost there, she leaned in to promise softly, because she could tell he was close to tiring. Tucking herself into the area of deepest shadow, she twisted and depressed a carved flower, and with a barely-audible rasp a section of the stone wall swung backward. A few narrow steps were visible behind it, curving up out of sight. She turned back to face her strange companion, drawing herself up with a businesslike air but also a hint of an excited flush on her cheeks. Before we go up, she whispered, I don't know if you're really a demon. But just in case, you should know that I'm more than capable of defending myself, and also incorruptibly virtuous. All right? She had no idea if demons could tell when you were lying.
Thread: ~Clash~

The extinguishing of the torch gave the boys eyes a much needed rest, for such sudden exposure had sent piercing waves of pain through his skull, and great blotches of blinding shapes dancing across his vision. Yet after a few moments, he came to realize that even without the light, he could still see. The small amount of luminescence in the darkened ways was more then enough for him to make out all in fairly full detail, and without the painful burning of intense light, he could observe things more easily then before. So once again he watched his guides face, the tapestry of expression that played across her features provoking an almost artistic appreciation from the prisoner. As they ascended the stairs however, he could feel right away that something was wrong. There was a foul chill in the air that went straight to his poorly insulated bones. The air cut through his throat like a frigid knife, filling his blood with it's icy tendrils. Once they emerged into the room above, dawning came to him in a rush, and as she led him through the crypt, he stared around in wide eyed horror. There are dead things here. He said quietly and plainly, as if stating the weather, but there was a childlike terror in the quietness of that voice. Trembling irregularly by the time the hidden door had swung open, a part of him was fascinated by the workings of such a fantastic device, the greater part of him was preoccupied with the cool dread that hung about the air. Looking to his guide, his bonded teacher, it now became apparent that his vocabulary was not as developed as it might have been, and in combination with his distracting anxiety, he only understood about half of what she said, loosing the meaning of much of it. His reaction was only a tiny smile, showing evidence of his desire to leave this place as soon as allowed. So great was his desire, that he bounded up the first few steps before her, winding his way up and out of sight of the wretched place. The sudden exertion tired him to a halt after those first few paces however, and he fell to one knee upon the steps, breathing heavily as he struggled to calm himself. He was loosing dominance over his self, large and sudden leaks of his contained hunger and exhaustion eroding his will. Even worse, he realized with a stabbing suddenness that he was once more alone, and he whipped his head around, almost making himself dizzy with the movement, hoping to see Mireio standing there.