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Thread: The Wicked Web (MimxSierra-117)

Mara had smiled at his compliments. He was most definitely interested in her, calling her a woman instead of a girl, thinking she was amazing and attractive. Hopefully he would find out just how amazing soon enough. All suspicions were confirmed when he subtly tried to adjust his pants so his erection was less obvious. It was, but only slightly. In the living room he turned on the TV and tossed her the remote. Mara flipped through and put on some sort of true story paranormal show, just for some background noise, then sprawled out luxuriously on the couch. Her long legs were smooth and shapely and the way the robe fell over them looked a bit like a magazine spread. Her toes just barely touched his thigh, just enough to seem casual and unconscious, and if James followed the curve of her leg up he would just be able to make out her gluteal crease peeking out from beneath the hem of the robe. Does Aoife go out of town very often? she asked casually when he mentioned that his wife wasn't going to be home until tomorrow night. Theoretically she could fall asleep on the couch, maybe... What does she do, then? she continued after Mr. O'Rourke had answered. Mara was a little offended when he seemed to test her, to see if she would try to look in his bag. She wasn't in it for the grades she didn't need the grades. Despite her lack of interest in school Mara was a good student, and thought that sleeping with a teacher just to get a good grade was a mark of no work ethic, self-respect, or creativity. She therefore made it a point to turn her full attention to the TV and not even glance at the bag. The show was one of those where they would interview a person with a true paranormal story, then show a reenactment with actors ten times more attractive. This man claimed to have a succubus haunting his house. The dramatic reenactment showed him writhing in his bed, being ridden by the invisible sex demon, and Mara laughed. Sorry, this is just such crap, she said, shaking her head and motioning to the TV. I watch stuff like this sometimes so I can just turn my brain off. I'd like to believe some of them are true, but this one's just too much. Still she didn't turn it off and wiggled her toes a little as she watched the man writhe sensually in bed, entertaining some unseen lover.
Thread: The Wicked Web (MimxSierra-117)

James was quite curious to see what she put on. He was quite curious when Mara put on the true story paranormal sorry. He felt her sprawling out on the couch, seeing her placing her toes on his thighs. He looked at her and smiled, able to see her long, slender legs. He wanted to trail further up but he refused to, getting back to marking the lab reports, taking peeks of her legs and smooth feet occasionally, but not peeking any further, the bulge in his jeans occasionally twitching as he looked at her, but he focused on the papers. He looked at her as she talked about Aoife. Well, she is a publicist for a book company he said with a smile, looking at her, his eyes drifting further up each time on her legs, unable to control himself. So, she often has to go off for weekends and help out with book tours or organise them. She does a lot of work from home, it's only when she has a book to get out there that she is gone, which is normally around 6 days a month James got a lot more into grading the lab reports as she continued to watch the show, not looking into his backpack. He was proud of her for that, loving how she was so honest. It was just pushing him further down the rabbit hole of wanting her. But, he cleared his mind, instead grading the papers in front of him as she continued to watch the show. He was startled when he heard moans and groans, looking up to see a man in a bed having sex with an unseen creature. He frowned and looked at Mara, who was looking at it. He laughed when she said it was too much. Well, as a man of science I don't believe in the paranormal he said with a smile, looking at her. So I don't believe any of it to be true. She didn't turn it off, her toes wriggling against his thighs. His breathing increased a little bit, trying to suppress his urges and the want to groan out, her toes scratching his thighs, feeling slightly pleasurable. He soon had to break this, the toes and the show. Can you turn on something else please? he asked, looking at her. The noises are distracting me, I'm trying to work and I don't want to hear the world's worst porno in the background. He laughed, a little nervously, almost as if it was making him uncomfortable.
Thread: The Wicked Web (MimxSierra-117)

That's not too bad, I guess, Mara said when Mr. O'Rourke explained what his wife did. My mom is an ER nurse, so she's usually 18 hours on, 18 off. It kinda sucks, since a lot of the time she's sleeping, but it keeps the lights on. Frank--my stepdad--works in the oil fields so his shifts keep changing. I'm on my own a lot for meals and stuff, but I don't mind. Sometimes it's like I have my own place. She shrugged and smiled, telling the entire truth for once. It seemed that her place may be just as viable as his, once she'd wrapped him tightly enough that he was willing to risk it. Mara watched Mr. O'Rourke out of the corner of her eye as he graded the lab reports. Every now and then she'd catch him shifting, trying to relieve the pressure of his erection. She wondered if she could make a game of it, if she could get him to cum before the end of the night without touching him. If he did it without touching himself, so much the better. The dramatic reenactment of the man being attacked by the succubus seemed to distract him from his grading for a moment. Finally he asked her to turn it off and she forced a blush. Yeah, sorry, that's probably inappropriate, she said, grabbing the remote from the coffee table. To go along with her new 'no touching' rule, she pressed herself up into a slightly more upright position so that her feet were no longer touching him, but only just. Mara flipped on the guide to find a new show, but that didn't change it from the current one the picture was minimized into the upper right-hand corner and the moaning continued as she looked for something else. Finally she settled on a run-of-the-mill police procedural, Criminal Minds or CSI or something like that, and changed the channel just as a commercial came on. It was a pretty terrible porno, wasn't it? she joked. The way she had adjusted herself on the couch, her legs were still sprawled out but the robe had ridden up to expose some of her flank. Even if she just forced him to go jack off in another room, she would consider it a victory. It was only 615, not late enough to fake falling asleep...maybe she could propose a real dinner? Yes, a real dinner would be nice, but only after she'd teased him a little more.
Thread: The Wicked Web (MimxSierra-117)

James looked at her as she talked about her mother and her stepdad. His eyes softened, his heart melted a little bit. It sounded like she had it very rough, being left to fend for herself, being left at home by herself a lot when her mother was working and her stepfather was working in the oil fields. He smiled sadly at her. Well, that must be tough on you he said, looking her in the eyes this time. I hope you spend that time with friends and not cooped up in your house all the time. He said and patted her legs softly, in a friendly, not sexual way. Again, if you ever need to talk, Mara, I'm normally always in the school he said with a warm chuckle. He looked at her as she apologised and moved up. He smiled It's okay, just turn on something else you want he said with a warm smile. The sound of the moaning still filled the room and unsettled him, both annoying him and turning him on for some reason. Finally, the show was changed and he breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled as he looked at the show that was on the TV now. Huh, good choice, and yes, one of the worst pornos I have seen and I was a teenage boy once he said with a laugh, not caring that it might be seen as inappropriate. He always liked joking, even in class he made some edgy jokes. It was the kind of person James was and he wasn't going to change for everyone. He focused more on his papers, less distracted by her now that she was no longer touching him, the show in the background working wonders as he continued to grade the lab reports from different years, getting to Mara's year when he heard the drier go off. Hey he said, turning to her. Go grab your clothes if you want. I am sure it must be pretty tough to be in that robe around your teacher. I know it feels nice but it sure as hell reveals a good bit he said with a slight laugh. And tell me when you want to go back, I can drop you home whenever. He looked at her and winked before going back to his work, trying to just focus on that and not her at all.
Thread: The Wicked Web (MimxSierra-117)

You? Porn? Mara put a hand to her chest and mocked shock. Mr. O'Rourke, you court scandal, sir! The fake shock fell away and she laughed before flipping the channel to something else. They sat in comfortable silence for a while as she gave him a break. The dryer went off and she wasn't exactly eager to get up, but then Mr. O'Rourke brought it up and she supposed she ought to. When he mentioned how revealing it was she forced a blush and chuckled nervously. Sorry, she mumbled, feigning embarrassment before getting up to get her clothes. Mara changed right there in the laundry room, with the door cracked. She slipped off the comfortable silk robe and set it on top of the dryer with her normal clothes, then slowly pulled on her stockings, then her skirt, then last her tight shirt with the missing button. Her panties were left partly hidden--but only partly, so that he could find them--by the robe as if she'd forgotten them. Once she was dressed she came down and flopped back on the couch, but he mentioned taking her home. She frowned briefly it was far too early for that. After a few moments thought her stomach growled and she had an idea. Why don't we get something to eat? she suggested. Frank's at work, Mom probably had a sandwich and passed out, so I'm on my own for dinner like usual and you said yourself I shouldn't be cooped up in the house all the time. We could order in, if you don't cook.
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Thread: A Rude Awakening (Me x Eldrithe Whisperwind)

In the kingdom of Llysia, a man was climbing up Mount Theadus, one of the tallest mountains in the nation. He was heading to the ancient temple at the summit, a long forgotten relic from almost hundreds of years.A century ago, it used to be the home to a dragon and some of their cult worshippers. But now it was deserted, falling apart as there was no one there to take care of it. The two of them had threatened the nation, but the with the combined strength of all the kingdoms, they defeated and killed the dragons and the cultists. His grandfather, the previous king before his father, led a small a band of soldiers to slaughter the cultists and the dragons. Though they were outnumbered, his grandfather helped and his men were able to defeat them even if they lost many men during the battle. There was a total of five dragons, as well as twenty cultists who sided side with the dragons. And there was a sixth dragon, one that was the strongest of them all who had destroyed so many villages by herself.But it was his grandfather who had killed the sixth dragon, stabbing the creatures back with his sword. But he wasnt all lucky as the six one had ripped off one of his arms before he had killed her. He was lucky enough to kill the dragons but no so lucky to take his sword with him. As he was in too much pain after the battle was over. Today, the sword was still there. The man climbing up the mountain hoping to retrieve his Grandfather's sword to bring it back with him. He was getting closer to become the next successor to the throne and the only way to show he was worthy to sit in, was to bring something that backs that could be considered to be rare or precious. The sword was both of them as no one had bothered to retrieve it even it was used to kill a very powerful dragon. Rather or not it would be hung up on the wall or have it repaired, it should show to his father that he would become a worthy king. By the time he had reached the temple, it was almost nightfall. It had taken him four days climbing up the mountain, but he had finally even with the severe weather storms and dangerous wildlife that live here. Back then, when the dragons were around, it would have only taken two days to reach the mountain. But over a hundred years, Mount Theadus had got more now than before. Almost like some sort of higher being was trying to prevent anyone from reaching the old temple. It didnt slow him down as he was determined to get the sword. As he had arrived at the temple, he slowly opened the large brass doors and went inside. He felt proud that he got this far and all he had to was get the sword and leave the temple
Thread: A Rude Awakening (Me x Eldrithe Whisperwind)

Darkness, emptiness, nothing. Hatred for the man that murdered her rushed through her entire being, what was left of it anyway. He would pay for what he has done, he will suffer. Liandra sensed something close, it felt familiar. Was it him? It couldn't be, it wasn't possible. Yet... she wasn't sure. Maybe death had dulled her senses. How long was she dead? a year? hundreds of years? Lianda did not know. Time seemed to stop the moment that damned sword was thrust into her back, piercing her heart. A sudden change of atmosphere permeated the temple, Lianda could feel it. But how? She was dead, she shouldn't feel anything. A stabbing pain pierced her thoughts, causing her to let out a blood curling scream. A scream that moaned with the wind flowing through the abandoned temple. A sudden gust of wind circled around the room, kicking up thick dust and debris. The world outside quickly grew dark, even though it was mid-day. Liandra screamed louder, she felt like her entire being was being ripped apart. An ominous light emitted from the center of the temple, the place where Lianda had died. The same place where she ripped that mans arm off, oh how he deserved it. The wind swirled faster and faster, so fast that a small tornado formed in the room. In the center of that tornado erupted a figure, causing the wind to scatter in all directions. Pain engulfed Liandra as she felt herself falling. With instinctive reflexes she pushed out arms that possibly couldn't be there. But they were there and she could feel the palms of her hands and knees painfully hitting the cobblestone floor. How was this possible? she was supposed to be dead after all. And why was she in a human body? none of this made sense. She could feel her heart racing inside of her chest at the thought of being alive. Standing up and opening her eyes, she could see what was left of the temple that was once her salvation. Rotting furniture and books were scattered about the room, the faint stains of blood could still be seen. The blood of her fellow dragons and that of their following. Hatred seemed to pump through her newly resurrected veins, causing her breath to catch in her chest. The humans will pay for this! she screamed, extending her white and red wings. A light draft tickled over her pale naked skin, giving her goosebumps. Brushing a long strand of fiery red hair aside, she smiled a wicked smile, He's coming.
Thread: A Rude Awakening (Me x Eldrithe Whisperwind)

Christ, what was that awful noise? It was so loud that he had to cover his ears to stop the ringing in his eardrums. Whatever it was, he now knew that he not alone here. The cry didn't sound human either - a monster perhaps. It could be one of the creatures that live in these mountains, using the temple as its home. Surely it couldn't have been a dragon as they were all slain hundreds of years ago. But no creature wasn't going to stop him from retrieving his grandfather's sword. He had seen countless of battle and achieve every last one of them. To him, this was just another battle to test his skills, rather his opponent was dragon or not. Should the creature might be a dragon, he felt confident he could kill it even if its existence wasn't plausible. Its head would make a fitting trophy either way. Eventually, he made his way to the center of the temple, the air filled with the smell of decomposing corpses of humans and dragons alike. The bodies of the deceased humans were no more than skeletons while still wearing their armor that has rusted over a century. But the dragons though, they were still being decomposed by the maggots as their body were much larger than the humans they had sided with and fought. Better get that sword out and quick or Im going to puke. He said murmuring as he felt slightly nauseated. A few feet away from him, he saw something with a sword going through its back. It was hard to tell with all the darkness, but it may have been his grandfather's sword. Wait, that cant be though. His sword had killed a dragon and the figure was much smaller than a dragon. it wasn't human either as its wings were spread apart. He wasnt going to turn back and he wanted that sword no matter what was the cause. He drew his sword and shield, preparing that creature would attack him. I will get that sword with every inch of my breath. He said, approaching slowly to the creature.
Thread: A Rude Awakening (Me x Eldrithe Whisperwind)

Liandra breathed in the moldy air, oh how good it felt to be alive again. Stretching, she took a moment to examine her new body. What a weak form I've taken. And what's this? She peered over her shoulder, That sword! She growled. With a swish of her scaly white tail, she grabbed the sword by the hilt and freed it from her back. Placing it in her hands, Liandra scowled and twisted it around in her palms, contemplating on what she should do with it. She thought about destroying the metal weapon that severed her life once before, but that wouldn't placate her rage. Liandra knew what would make her happy, she would use that sword against the humans. Maybe take some prisoners and make them suffer by severing their limbs with the Kings trusted weapon. Oh how the thought made her happy, knowing that the weapon that had killed her would make others suffer. A familiar scent wafted around the room once more, Hello There. she said aloud, thrusting the tip of the sword into the broken stone of the floor. You know, I don't care for games. Come out where I can see you, or I unleash the fury of the dragons Her nostrils fumed, causing small puffs of smoke to escape and dance through the air. A stream of light filtered through the broken roof of the temple, illuminating the spot where Liandra stood. Her pearl colored horns that curved towards the front of her head glowed bright in the pure light, even the small horns that traveled from the front of her forehead down the middle of her scalp to the base of her neck shown just as bright. Liandra's frosted red eyes danced around the room. I will not warn you a second time. Come out now or I burn this place to the ground with you inside.This temple holds no meaning for me anymore and I don't care to torch this cursed burial ground! She yelled, causing the room to tremble.
Thread: A Rude Awakening (Me x Eldrithe Whisperwind)

That voice, it sounded human - Female to be exact. But there shouldn't be any other people here as all had felt this place was a curse after the war. And then the voice had told him that he would suffer the fury of the dragon's if he does not show himself to it. So was the voice coming from a dragon or a human? Or perhaps both? In his entire existence, he had never once heard of dragon being both a dragon and a human. Maybe he was being deceived, an illusion perhaps but she had the sword and he wanted it from her. Her voice had sounded like she was filled rage and hatred, disgusted that their enemy had returned here when they defeated her and the rest of her kind. There was a glow in the center of the temple, a location where the voice was coming from. He moved himself to the center, having his guard up should the creature attack him. The closer he got, the more he realizes that the creature herself didn't cast a glow but a light piercing through a crack in the temple was shining on her. Now he was only a few inches away from her and could recognize what she looked like. She had the form of a human but with features of a dragon such as the wings, horns, and a tail. At first, he was curious to found if the light had to do with her strange appearance. But then His eyes motioned towards her hands where she wielded his grandfather's sword. He felt angry that her dirty hands wrapped around his grandfather's swords. She had no right to touch what does not belong to her. My name is Allistair Tiamat and that right is grandfather's sword. He said as he pointed his sword at Liandra. Dropped that sword so I can bring it back to my family. And I shall leave this without a shed of blood. That was the only he was going to be reasonable. The hatred between the two of them runs deep and he would not be surprised that she tries to attack him in act of vengeance. Once I have what is rightfully mine, you can back to your slumber and I will never return.
Thread: A Rude Awakening (Me x Eldrithe Whisperwind)

Grandfather? Liandra sneered, hands choking the hilt of the late kings sword. Tell me boy, is your grandfather still alive? I do hope he's still alive and kicking, for I would enjoy visiting my old friend. a mischievous chuckle escaped her lips. Pulling the sword out of the ground, she started pacing back and forth, debating on what her next move should be. If this man's claims were true and he was the grandson of that bastard, she would be more than delighted to rip him to shreds. Feeling his muscles and tendons tear beneath her claws would have been most satisfying. But she no longer had strong claws, they had been replaced with fleshy delicate human hands. Rage once again flared in her chest. Do you know who I am? I used to be the most feared dragon in the land. Thousands of men had tried to kill me, and all failed... but one. That man was lucky, very lucky. I doubt you will be as lucky as he was. You want this sword? Then prove to me that you deserve to wield it! She growled, throwing the sword across the room away from Allistair. Taking a step forward to engage in battle, Liandra collapsed to her knees. What is this? she said in disbelief, What have you done?! She screamed, suddenly feeling weak. A rune on the floor glowed florescent green at the touch of her feet. The rune was placed there by her cultist years ago during the last battle in an attempt to disarm and weaken their human enemies, they were not designed to work on dragons. So why was it effecting her? determined to escape the green circle and fight her enemy, she started to pull herself across the floor towards Allistair. I will not let your cursed family destroy me for a second time! Extending her wings, she attempted to fly out of the circle and failed. Falling back onto hands and knees she could feel herself getting more tired. Before she could do anything else, Liandra passed out on the cold dusty floor.