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Thread: Logging On (Honey + BloodRedRomeo)

Ian enjoyed his shameless flirting with Smashaly. She was different from other girls in these games. She didnt put up any type of front or try to seem cute and innocent. She was brash, violent, and uncompromisingly sexual in their private chat. He had never been good with girls, so this was a welcome chance to talk and flirt with one. He didnt know who she was in real life, and he knew hed never meet her. So he could get in practice talking with girls and have fun along the way. No way to harm anyone. Hearing her claim about needing payment, a very stupid idea came to him. If it wasnt for the hormones raging through him and the sexy chat he was engaged in, odds are hed never even consider it. But here he was, using a chat feature that had a picture function and could be accessed from his phone. And he was already semi-hard from all their discussions. WhisperSmashaly How about I pay you with a preview? He didnt wait for her to respond. He slipped down his pants and rubbed himself to full hardness. Then, making sure to keep his hand in frame for scale, he took a picture of his thirteen inch monster. Using the phone connection, the image was sent privately to his female companion. He was very curious and slightly nervous to see her reaction
Thread: Logging On (Honey + BloodRedRomeo)

Alex raised her eyebrows but before she could ask what he meant by preview she noticed hed uploaded an image. One look at what he sent and was left speechless, staring wide eyed, mouth agape. Her piercing green eyes just couldnt look away, spending a couple minutes just studying it. It looked like a dick that belonged on a pornstar. She couldnt help but be a little suspicious, even if he was someone she had come to trust she still ended up reverse google searching it, becoming even more shocked when there were no results. Alex couldnt believe he was so well hung at his age, most boys her age were probably lucky to be even half that size. She did realise that shed left him hanging for a bit and probably made him a little uneasy. Alex felt bad about not believing him and so she decided as an apology shed send him something back. She quickly slipped out of her tight skinny jeans, leaving on the little black, t-back. She bent herself over her computer desk, giving a delicious view of her plump, heart shaped ass as she snapped a quick pic. WhisperEcal Wow, I mean wow... I didnt know you were a pornstar WhisperEcal Or well at least had the dick of one. WhisperEcal Im going to make it my screen saver - WhisperEcal But tbh I have a confession, I kind of didnt believe you at first, so as an apology She quickly sent through the photo she snapped of her ass. Alex was confident that hed like it, she often caught guys watching her ass when she walked passed and she couldnt blame them it was both perky and round but that didnt stop her from telling them to fuck off or nearly break their wrists when they tried to grab a handful.
Thread: Logging On (Honey + BloodRedRomeo)

Ian found himself nervously awaiting Smashalys response. It was a nerve wracking few minutes of nothing, forcing him to wonder if he had gone too far. He begin to think through what sort of apology to write when she started typing. He was completely relieved to find she wasnt angry. In fact, she seemed to enjoy his show. And her form of gratitude was more than welcome. He decided how he was going was more than good. So he kept up the innuendo. WhisperSmashaly That is one hell of an ass WhisperSmashaly The big question will I fit inside it? WhisperSmashaly Only one way to find out WhisperSmashaly 8 O He couldnt help but laugh at his silly posting. He doubted any girl would actually want to be fucked by something this size. But playful sex comments were for fun, not for commitments. And this was certainly fun.
Thread: Logging On (Honey + BloodRedRomeo)

Alex chuckled, it would definetly be an intimidating thing to imagine, his girthy cock going into her tight ass, but she found she wasnt put off by the thought. Sure he was well endowed, bigger than most guys and certainly bigger than any other guy his age but would she want to try being fucked by it at least once? Hell yes. WhisperEcal What no prep work first? Planning on destroying my ass? WhisperEcal the least you could do is stretch it out first and then Id let you do whatever you like - WhisperEcal 8 O WhisperEcal See, you just needed some lube p She silently wondered why she trusted Ecal enough to send him erotic photos of herself but she trusted her intuition and it was saying that he was a genuinely nice guy.
Thread: Logging On (Honey + BloodRedRomeo)

WhisperSmashaly Ill make sure to pick up some lube next time Im out Ian smirked, having gotten so caught messaging his friend he hadnt noticed another log on notification. But a message just popped up under his latest one. rosepetal Whispers Hey big boy. Did you miss me? Ian paused for a moment, making a calculation in his head. He was already pretty deep in scummy internet guy territory. But he justified it to himself, saying neither of the girls was actually serious about him. Whisperrosepetal Just thinking of you. Along with this, he sent the same image he had sent to Smashaly a few minutes ago. He had felt a little bad a first with this kind of two timing. But he had justified it to himself. Online, no one was serious. He had started flirting with rosepetal the day before it started with Smashaly. He didnt expect either to be more than a one time thing. Except it had been for both of them. Now he found himself juggling three conversations whenever they were on together. The chaste party chat and two explicit private chats. He was too deep with either of them to just stop. No harm no foul after all. Right?
Thread: Logging On (Honey + BloodRedRomeo)

WhisperEcal Get me the strawberry flavour and you might get some extra service p Alex too had been a little caught up to notice the notification of a party member coming online but she wasnt completely oblivious, as soon as it came to her attention she sent off a message in the team chat. PartyChat Hey Rosie, we were missing your fine ass. Now youre here, how about we all go grind some levels? Alex had no idea that Ecal was having nearly the exact same conversation, sending the exact same photos to their other party member and if she did? She would have flipped her lid. Yes, they werent in any sort of commitment and maybe if he was seeing someone in real life she would understand but for him to let her think hed taken taken the photo specifically for her, for him to say he was thinking of her or waiting for her while whispering the same thing to someone else, it was a dick move. Being none the wiser she continued to shamelessly flirt with him over the internet. WhisperEcal Or I could pick some up on my way to your house for that best grinding ever. WhisperEcal Oh and dont worry about pulling your pants up, everyone knows the best grinding is done with as little clothes as possible -
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Today's the day, or so the guards have been saying. You all have been imprisoned for the last few months, in small cells, as you await the day of your individual trials. The men have made it clear that the trial is just for show, a demonstration for the masses and nothing more. Today, you are being moved to the City of Vazina, border city of the Kingdom of Carthage, where you will stand trial for your crimes. They take you down from your cells, and load you into an iron reinforced carriage, manicals placed around your wrists and attached to the door, forcing your arms up when the door opens, and letting them down when it closes. Satisfied the guards set out, eight of them in total, two on horses in-front of the wagon, two on the wagon proper, two at the rear, and one on either side. They set out and travel all day, only stopping once to feed you, a horrible mixture of gruel. They stop again as the sun descend, though they do not open the wagon, clearly expecting everyone to sleep in the uncomfortable vehicle. Game Set up and rules OOC Character Profiles Dice Roller
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Irlana The halfling woman was not happy about being in a cart, she hadn't exactly liked her cell but she could at least move around and occassionally chat with the guards - who always seemed to be rotated away for her after a few days. Although she felt that she might be able to get out of the manacles easily enough where cells were a different prospect she wasn't sure it was worth it - eight guards against herself was not a fight she could win, and while evading them was of course possible that would leave her in the wilderness without any protection. No possibly better to stay put and see the trial through mercy of the court for merely a list of what she might play off as harmless pranks or not her doing at all, unless something better came along to encourage her to move. She had tried a few knacks to test the security and the bindings had negated them, which indicated more effort than she felt she was worth ... which was a little suspicious. Looking at the others they were a mixed bag she decided, so everyone else innocent too? she queried allowing what might sound like hope to enter her voice, meanwhile she applied her mental powers to herself in case she did choose to or need to escape. Actions See more She applies Slip Bonds to herself, but does not activate it.
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Shackled. Locked in a cage. Accused of murdering a family of farmers. He was guilty, as far as anyone who had been involved in the arrest and his imprisonment was concerned. He'd been found more than a half-day's travel from where the killings had happened, a stranger traveling through lands where strangers weren't trusted, and during questioning by the local constables he'd become impatient with the pointed insinuations and broken a particularly off-putting human's nose and arm. It had been enough for them, and even though they had no evidence that he'd been involved, here he was now, on his way to Vazina to be tried and executed for a crime that nobody could prove he'd actually committed. The most infurating part of it all for Armauk , other than the other passengers he was sharing this trip with, was being confined not only to the small cell, but being bound to the very wall of the carriage without the ability to move much further than his arms could reach. The green-skined half-orc growled softly as he watched the sun setting, his eyes following the movements of the guards as they worked at making camp. If he had to spend the entire night chained up like this, he might just go out of his mind. Then the little halfling woman spoke up, and he doubted that it would take an entire night to get him there. As far as anyone outside of this cage is concerned, we're all guilty. As far as anyone inside the cage is concerned, who gives a shit? It doesn't matter, as long as we're in here. He shrugged broad shoulders, turning his attention to the halfling and truly sizing her up for the first time since they'd been locked up. It was the first time that she'd mattered enough to be worth the attention all day now that they weren't moving, he could stop trying to keep track of where they were in relation to Vazina. From inside the cage, manacled as he was, there wasn't anything that Armauk could do. If he could get beyond the bars and to one of the guards, having a weapon would give him a good chance at defending himself, though eight of them was more than he was confident he could handle alone, even if he had a way of getting out of the cage. His best chance at surviving would be to fight his way to wherever the guards stored the keys and supplies and then to make his escape into the wilderness around them. There, he was confident that he could elude attention and capture and survive long enough to find his way to another city, where they wouldn't be watching for him and waiting to hang him.
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Rebecca grumbled. If she was going to be all tied up it should be the princess doing it. I mean a couple of the guards were cute, sure. But all of them together, couldn't compare to the flawless beauty of the princess. I am inn..ah. Rebecca started before her nose twitched, her eyes watering. Ah... Ah.. Inno. ACHU! Rebecca sneezed forcibly, her body flexing from the exertion. The redhead let out an adorable squeal of frustration. Innocent of any true wrong doing, besides pissing off the wrong people. She started a shrug causing her unsupported large rack to shift noticeably even in the robes. But he's right. She added gesturing to the half orc. If they cared for guilt I doubt any of us would actually be here. She reasoned. That's when she finally let her eyes wander over to the busty blonde they shared the wagon with. Rebecca felt her gaze crawl over the woman's legs, her hips, the shape of her breasts. She nearly drowned in her cleavage. That's when her nose twitched again. A... A. ACHU! She sneezed into her hand, allowing the blonde a wonderful view down her shirt as she bent over. What about you? Rebecca added getting lost in the woman's lips and her shining sapphire eyes, blushing she continued. Are you innocent?
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Melisandre Fireflower Beneath several weaks of dirt and grime, the buxom blond was as tall as she was beautiful. Wrists manacled in front of her only served to emphesise the full glory of her cleavage by pressing her bosom forewards between her arms. Dense muscles only served to emphesise her femenine curves. Wide aquarmarine eyes with saphire rims gazed dreamily off into space. She didn't seem particularly unhappy--or even present--save when gagging at an attempt to force down the gruel. As the discusion began, she didnt's seem to be paying it any mind, but when the redhead adresesed her, aquamarine eyes languidly focused on her. Well of course I'm inocent, she said in an a sort of lazy, off hand way. The girl said yes. Screaed it a few times, really... It's not my fault her father didn't like finding out his daughter had fallen in love with another girl. She gave a sigh, and then made a dismissive gesture, I mean, if the girl hadnt' been said no between the first few kisses, her father wouldn't have had a leg to stand on, even if he did have one of the most influencial positions at court... She gave a little snicker, Did you know that? Her father was the man who handed the king his pants every monring. That's the most influencial postion at court! The blond gave another little sigh, then looked around. Aqua eyes met the redheads. Then took a slow wander down her body. They moved to the halfling next, favoring her with the same. Then they met the half orc's eyes. For a split second, her eyes started down his chest. Then she gave a flush both angry and aroused. So, she said casualy, What's your name, tall man? You look like you could squeeze the life out of a guard with your bare hands. She looked back at the others. And you girls? If you can't help us get out of here, I'll accept my payment in kisses. My name's Melisandre Fireflower. She gave a little grin and added, I'm waiting for the opportune moment.
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

The guards gather around a fire, built up to provide the group with warmth, save for the poor bastard on first watch, who was sent to stand by the Prison carriage. The young man looked to be in a foul mood, and laughed at the topic that you all had chosen. Your all guilty, whatever your story. make no mistake, your trials will be little more then a formality, a way for the King to appease the people and let them know that he is a 'just' ruler. he said, sneering at you all. Its clear that he's trying to take his bad mood out on you, especially since it looked like the rest of the guards had taken out a wine skin and were passing it around the fire. He sat at his post, shivering at the cold air, and muttering to himself. The night was quiet, the silence broken by the crackling of the fire and the antics of the guardsmen around it. It was early October, the time of harvests, and everyone not by a fire was feeling the death of summer. Many of the night time noises that would normally be present were lacking this night, though the sound of the men around their fire more then made up for it. The wind howling out and causing the trees around the camp to crackle and moan in the darkness. Perception 1 To hear what the guard is muttering about Perception 2 somethings out there
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Irlana She listened to the others I disagree most people outside don't know we exist rather than assume we are guilty of anything, or innocent for that matter she smiled at the red head and the blond as they spoke, at a guess she was less than half the height of anyone else with her and while she had no real personal interest in the man the two woman were both pleasant to review. Noting the guard she choose to ignore him for a second and grinned at the blonde woman oh? well I would likely be ever so grateful , she was confident in her own abilities but never hurt to seem helpless in her view, and it was good for getting under peoples skin ... in this case the guard's skin, prisoners enjoying a conversation was likely to annoy him which was funny in itself but sometimes better when it had a potential purpose, and it might depending on how he reacted. Rolls See more Perception 1 12 Perception 2 24
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Rebecca for her part also wandered to the window as close to the guard as she could get. And like you don't know people at...at.... A..... ACHU! She sneezed across the wall of the carriage. You've got a trio among you of gorgeous sexy women. The audience sympathy is going to be with us. She pointed out. Maybe not enough to do anything, but no one's going to like seeing us on trial. She continued before her nose twitched again. A... A... ACHEW! She sneezed into her breasts. Perceptions 1 Got a 9 2 Got a 12
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

The halfling was right, of course, in her statement the vast majority of people in the world neither knew about the existance of a small handful of soon-to-be-convicted criminals nor cared about whether they truly were guilty or not. That distinction wasn't going to do much, if anything, for him at the moment, however, so he didn't bother to respond. Besides, there was a much more interesting conversation happening now neither the halfling nor the redhead seemed particularly interested in, or interesting to, the half-orc, but when the elf spoke up she caught his attenion relatively quickly. I am Armauk , and I would love to have that chance, he said with the corner of his mouth curling up into a vicious smirk. She was still flushed as he looked over to her, but he let that go without comment as he looked away again, over to where the young guard had just come to stand by the mobile cell. After the first, I could borrow some... tools, to make the rest of the job easier. He spoke half to the elf and half to himself as he eyed the guard who seemed to be in a bit of an unhappy mood at the moment. Standing and stretching to his full height, Armauk moved right to the door of the cage and sneered down at the guard. Did they bother to tell you why I'm here before they sent you to stand guard here alone? I beat a more experienced constable than you so badly that he was left with a broken arm laying in a puddle of blood streaming out of his own nose. It took four of his friends to arrest me... He spoke with a low growl, even as the sneezy redhead attempted an argument of her own. Whatever the others were up to, he wanted to be ready whenever the elf decided her opportune moment had come... and hopefully he could rattle the guard a bit, or outright provoke him. Rolls See more Perception 1- 6 Perception 2- 18 Intimidate- 11
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

The blond cocked her head at the guard, arching a brow curiously. You don't like the king very much, do you? Why did you join the army when you hate the king? She glanced around, and then let her eyes flutter dreamily shut as she listened to the wind. Despite the waking dream she always walked in, the blond girl began to test her bonds quietly, especially curious if she thought they would burn... Metal wouldn't, of course, but maybe canvas or leather? See more Perception 1 0 Perception 2 14
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

The man's mutterings are to quiet to hear, and are quickly driven away when he lets out a condescending laugh at the words that you throw against him. You have the looks, but when the charges are brought forth even the lowest of the low will turn up their noses at you he said, before turning around. Staring at the orc, a cocky grin coming to his face A big orc like you and all you managed to do was bloody a mans nose and break his arm... I doubt I have anything to worry about he said, scoffing as he looked Armauk up and down. At Melisandre words he turned his gaze on the woman, Your right, the pompous prick is a senile old man... but the prince... He's the reason why I'm a part of the guard he said. He turned and walked away, heading to the front of the carriage, where the horses would be tethered in the morning, and where all your weapons and items were stored. You hear a owl call in the night, not an uncommon occurrence, though the noise is quickly drowned out by the guards around the fire.
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Irlana So they would not be wanted by those seeking carnal pleasure - than implied they would live to be rejected, but also implied torture and that could get messy and prevent living the life she wanted. The body was less important than the mind of course but it was still nice to have legs, arms, tongue, eyes ... she began musing about what someone commited to suffering could do someone and keep them alive, she would not want to be on the receiving end. Her voice low but still fairly cheerful so if I manage to leave here at the second guard shift while most sleep and the new guard is tired from drinking - are any of you going to raise an alarm on me? , frankly she wanted them to desire there own freedom rather than merely stay silent, and an agreement of sorts until they were safe - lone halfling in the wild sounded like wolf food to her, but that would have to come from them - maybe some actually wanted to stay and try their luck after all. Thinking about the half-orc she felt that he had lied or obfuscated to the guard, it didn't seem likely that he got arrested for an unarmed brawl where nobody died - he could likely be very useful but if he was simply naturally violent than he might be a poor traveling companion for someone much weaker than him. Rolls See more Just in case any of you are planning to lie to her about your intentions when discussing freedom. Sense motive 14