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Thread: Taking Care of the Family (Jocelyn & Thomas)

As her body took in his big cock, the girl gave a loud moan, loving the way he opened her up. Loose? She said with a groan. This is the tightest pussy you would ever be able to find. She talked back, though she didn't stop herself from grinding down on him at the insult. While he tied her hands behind her back, the girl began to move harder over him. So fucking good. She groaned, arching her back and pressing down hard on him. It will... Fuck.. It will do... For today. She said, feeling her body respond to his hard. She was getting wetter and loving every second of the hard, hot length of male flesh inside of her. It might have been bad, horrible, really, it was so good..
Thread: Taking Care of the Family (Jocelyn & Thomas)

He laughted, Oh it will do for today Sis, do for TODAY? He rolled over, he started slamming her HARD. His hnds ripping her top off. His hands meading her C breasts. His thumbs circeling and rubbing her nipples hard. The tips of them grinding into the tip of her nipples. he started slamming her harder and faster. Ever harder and faster, the mattress slamming up and down so hard she'd be lucky if she didn't bruise. The springs throwing her up into his downward thrusts. His mouth claiming her neck, sucking it hard hsi teeth closing around the flesh. Pulling it and lashing the flesh with his tongue. Her pussy was so warm and tight. He wanted to bury his dick in it forever. Rolign his hips in a way that would grind into her clit hard. He knew she was getting wetter and wetter. He kept slamming and stretching her as he used her.
Thread: Taking Care of the Family (Jocelyn & Thomas)

Jolene moaned loudly, glad that their parents weren't there for the day. Because the way he was fucking her there was no possibility of her being quiet. Oh, god Big brother. You're so dirty. She moaned, loving the way he was fucking her so hard. Using my thong to jack off. You nasty boy. She moaned, arching her back so that he could get into her all the way. He was so big, she didn't know if she'd ever feel so good with anyone else. He was stretching her out so wonderfully.
Thread: Taking Care of the Family (Jocelyn & Thomas)

Thomas chuckled, slamming her harder and faster. Groaning low he said, And yet as soon as you see my big fat dick you jump on it, what does that make you? He increased hsi speed and force. he wated his sister's jugs to bounce, he wanted her to beg for him to go softer. he wanted to make her cum hard under hi so she'd ow he was in charge. Even as he bucked into her body savegly.
Thread: Taking Care of the Family (Jocelyn & Thomas)

Jolene moaned loudly, her hips bouncing up with his thrusts. He felt so good inside of her. The young woman clenched her hands behind her back. A slut. And you love it. She said straight as she felt her body beginning to tighten even more. Oh, fuck, Thomas. She moaned. I'm going to cum. She told him, just before her body erupted into lusty spasms with her climax.
Thread: Taking Care of the Family (Jocelyn & Thomas)

Damn straight he groaned, unable to control himself as she erupted he did as well. His cock spasming and sending squirt after squirt of hiss sperm inside of her. He continued thrusting but much slower and easier as he rode out his orgasm. Finally as his orgasm ended he pulled out and rolled over. His dick still hard and pointed straight up. He smirked at her, Does my dirty slut of a sister think she can take it again? He reached over, rolling her nipples with his thumb and middle fingers. Pulling them lightly. As he pulled her onto of him her back against his chest.
Thread: Taking Care of the Family (Jocelyn & Thomas)

Jolene moaned as her body was warmed by his orgasm. He was so hot inside of her. Fuck. She groaned loudly, pressing herself up to him. She turned her eyes to her brother as he rolled onto his back, and she gave a slow smile. Oh, hell yes. She moaned as he pulled her body onto his. She was always so horny. Since she was in her early teens the thought of men made her want them inside of her. That was why she'd lost her virginity at thirteen. It didn't matter if she had never met the man before, or if he was family. She wanted them. And usually she got them.
Thread: Taking Care of the Family (Jocelyn & Thomas)

He smirked, moving her so she was on her back, he said, Nu uh, you don't deserve it in the cunt again just yet! He rolled her onto her knees. Thrusting his well lubed shaft into her ass. One hand pulling her hair tightly, the other smacking her ass hard and fast like she was a horse he was trying to speed up. His dick slammed into her ass hard and fast. he groaned and grunted, saying low, How does my slutty sister like anal?
Thread: Taking Care of the Family (Jocelyn & Thomas)

Jolene gasped loudly as she was forced to her knees and he thrusted himself into her behind. Ow! She cried out, straightening slightly. Thomas! Ow! She said, attempting to move away from him. Of course, as he continued to fuck her, she started to get into it. After a little bit, she started to give low moans. Not so rough. She said, falling back onto the bed once more.
Thread: Taking Care of the Family (Jocelyn & Thomas)

Her saying Not so rough seemed to drive him. Harder, faster, and deeper. he slammed her savagely One hand pulling her hair hard. The other hand now smacking her other ass cheek. He stood up allowing all of his weight to be thrown into each thrust. Hard and deep as he leaned over. Biting and sucking her neck hungrily.His hands cupped her c breasts, meading them firmly s he played with her nipples.
Thread: Taking Care of the Family (Jocelyn & Thomas)

Jolene cried out again as the man started to pound into her. He was hurting her, but it wasn't the worst kind of hurt she'd ever felt. As he manhandled her, the girl trembled underneath him. Oh, God, Thomas! She cried out, loving the feeling of him inside of her. Oh, yeah. You like fucking your baby sister, don't you? She asked, gasping loudly.
Thread: Taking Care of the Family (Jocelyn & Thomas)

Thomas pulled her hair tightly. Groaning as he slammed her anus. He mercy as he groaned, Fuck yeah I do you twisted little pig slut all your teasing, all your fucked up skanky clothes, you deserve worse than this, climbing on your big brother's big fat dick without so much as a hello maybe if Mom had spanked you when you were younger you'd have some respect. He pinched her nipples, tweaking the hard. He groaned, as he d id so. Her tight anus was about to make him explode.
Thread: In the spirit of halloween. (Smut based.)

Dark and scary, possible tentacle similarity, smut, I want to play!! 3 3
Thread: In the spirit of halloween. (Smut based.)

Ahhhh! SLENDER MAAAAANNN!
Thread: In the spirit of halloween. (Smut based.)

I take it you've heard. Well its going to be a group thread so if you want to join just PM me.
Thread: In the spirit of halloween. (Smut based.)

Oh my goodness..... I would love to do a slender man roleplay. Group or not this would be the most amazing thing to do ever!!
Thread: In the spirit of halloween. (Smut based.)

I'd be up for this, I think. I don't have a whole lot of time to devote, but I'd like to join in assuming it's going to be sort've one-shot-ish. I'll probably play a young girl. What's the setting going to be? Modern, with people disappearing on Halloween night?
Thread: In the spirit of halloween. (Smut based.)

Right, here's my character let me know if she's alright. Bri Rosedale Gender Female Age 14 Description Bri is an only child, the daughter of two happily married teachers. Her father is a philosophy teacher at the local high school, and her mother teaches gymnastics at a nearby college. She's just recently begun her freshman year at high school. She is a small girl, standing about 4'10, with a slender build. She exercises regularly though, and is lean, toned, and very flexible, and often surprises her friends by how strong she is. Despite her youth and general petiteness, her body has already blossomed enticingly with perky, C or D-sized breasts. Displaying her clear European origins, her slightly-wavy, hip-length hair is golden blonde, and she has fair skin and large, baby-blue eyes.
Thread: In the spirit of halloween. (Smut based.)

I like, but your pic is broken.
Thread: In the spirit of halloween. (Smut based.)

Mr. Nibbles said I like, but your pic is broken. Click to expand... Hmm, idea should be fixed now.
Thread: In the spirit of halloween. (Smut based.)

Name Koji Kenta Race Half Caucasian, Half Japanese-Asian Age 13 See more Personality Koji is a relatively solid person in terms of personality. He has a heroic kick to him and doesn't tolerate violence to a point that excludes self-defence. He is a very kind and notably considerate boy fir his age and generally likes to help others just for the adrenaline kick Though he gets extremely shy around boys and girls his age. He isn't easily spooked or scared, and it takes a lot to bring him to tears both physically and mentally being as he has a good degree of pain tolerance. Appearance Koji stands at around five feet tall and weighs about one-hundred fifteen pounds or so from constant athletic training as he wishes to be a olympic sprinter as he ages, an odd dream for a teen in this age. He has strong, long legs for a five-foot-tall'er, and his arms and chest are fairly muscles from regular exercise. He has a splattering of dark black-brown hair upon his head, and no hair anywhere else, a constant point of annoyance for a boy from a particularly hairy family. Is this okay?
Thread: In the spirit of halloween. (Smut based.)

Thatsperfect,thanks guys. D Jump in whenever. The slenderman is everywhere and nowhere.
Thread: No one  will Hear you

Spring was her favorite time of year. Things coming alive refreshed and rejuvenated after the long dead winter. The grass of the field she over looked were lush, still covered with freshly fallen rain from the night. Making the grass glisten like a sea of emeralds. The sun was warm on her skin, the wind gentle and soothing, like the breath of a lover across the skin. The feeling drew a small delighted shudder through her most feminine frame, a soft sigh falling from her lips. She up turned her face into the breeze eyes closed. The sound of happily singing birds caught her attention as she opened her eyes. Watching them dance gleefully through the breeze. Harle looked out to the valley below, her eyes a soft green almost like the pristine emerald grass below in color searched for sighs of movement. Surely the beast was out there, rumors had it that he was monstrous, followed by his even larger companion. She chewed in wonder as she searched. Maybe they were out, terrorizing one of the small villages that lay, encased by the mountains due east. Crouching, the dark yet revealing outfit clung to ever curve, it was made for flexibility, and agility. Her pale ample breast nearly on the verge of popping the few remaining buttons of her top. Harle brush a strand of snow white hair which had parts of black mixed into it, behind one dainty pointed elven ear. Her hair was startling white, and blended against with the pale smoothness of her skin. She was known as a Snow elf, rare race that normally kept to themselves in the high mountains. But wasnt like most of her kind, where they hid from the light of day. She jumped down from the small cliff to the soft grass below, stilling momentarily as she braced against the wall of the cliff. Her eyes giving another sweep over the valley to the large ruins that this so called beast was known to take residence. Before she took off in the direction where some trees where. There was little coverage, just few clusters of trees or a small lake or two. Harle paused again her eyes searching, waiting. Where was he or should she say where are they? It se her nerves on end, her heart thudding loudly in her chest. She was worried. How could things so large hide so well? Slowly she crept closer to the ruins, no sound coming from her steps that were now on the dirty cobblestone of what she believes a side entrance of the ruins. Swallowing seemed heard then. The sound of loud intakes and release of breathes came to her ears. Her heart lodged in her throat she work to swallow it down back in its rightful place. So the monster was hidden within the rumble of the ruins that were the size of a village. She braced herself against the wall and slowly made her way further into the entrance. There was a clearing if one could call it that, rubble and debris scattered what would have once been a courtyard, possible a town square. Her eyes taking in the surroundings but still she didnt seem him. Harle took on step forward, her heel of one shoe catching a small rock which rolled into a draining duct of one of the building. Giving a loud clattering sound.
Thread: No one  will Hear you

Harle had a feeling that she was being watched, from where she didn't know, but she knew eyes were on her. The loose cobble stone rubble that she had kicked had made her stiffen, giving a small quiet gasp that one would hardly hear. Pressing her leather clad body once more against the hard stone wall. Her top was tight, and form fitting, V-ing deeply at the neck line revealing the pale cleavage of her breast that rose and fell with each quick intake of breathe. Her heart pattering wildly in her chest. After few agonizing minutes she pressed forward, sliding her small lithe body tight against the wall, like an inanimate lover. Pausing again as she peered around a corner. Seeing that no one was around, at least not from what she saw. Inhaling she brought herself to the Centro of the square, her green eyes taking in a large fountain that still released a flow of water. Sure it was a struggled flow as the years of unkempt maintenance. It wasn't long till her watcher cast his net over her. Locking in its tangled web. The net was heavy to her surprise. making her drop to her knees as she fought to get the massive web from her body. But as the Orc demanded her to be still she did so. Her eyes wide as she panted heavily, fear chilling her body at the deep voice of his, a voice masculine, a voice belonging to something much larger then she. And she wasn't risking anything just yet until she was able to see her captor.
Thread: No one  will Hear you

That worked surprisingly well. Better than Oruc had thought it would. Not the net, he had assumed the net would work given the intruder's lack of available blades and its own heft, but the way she responded to his command. Yes, definitely a she, no doubt about that and the way she was dressed... Either a very minimalistic view to basic protection or some sort of erstwhile offering from one of the nomadic tribes Traeson occasionally nibbled? Where would they get a Snow Elf? The orc idly rubbed his flat chin, his thick black nails scratching against his thick hide as he moved forward. With an adept flick of the wrist and a heave of his muscles he managed to roll the elf tighter into the net. It had taken a lot of practice to do it so nonchalantly, but the weight of the net helped, as well as the blunt hooks at its edges that allowed it to catch onto itself. Without ceremony or word the orc plunged her into the surprisingly cold water of the fountain, holding her beneath the surface for about the span of ten breathes before bringing her back up. Why are you here? He growled. There was a sound like a lion's roar and a snake's hiss bundled up into one from not far away. That would be Traeson echoing Oruc's displeasure. The orc's black eyes lingered down Harle's body, making him shift within his buckskin trousers to get more comfortable as his forearm thick member seemed to all but squirm from within his pants. It had been the way she froze, the smell of her fear, her rather impressive bosom, his ice pale skin, her curves. Her exoticism.
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Harle gave a failed struggle. trying to pull the heavy rope from her small light body. She could hear the heavy footfalls as the orc approached her, before she saw the massive beast of a man. Her eyes grew wide, her hear stilling in her chest, those pointed ears of hers tilting slightly. She hadn't expected the orc to be of this size. Most are lumbering oafs, but skilled warriors. He was obviously no oaf, but a chiseled creature finely toned with muscles along that towering height of his. He if anger could easily snap her like a twig. Which she could only pray to the sky god wouldn't. Her white and black hair was tangled around her, and the net as he flicked her even more so within. tightening the ropes around her. Drawing out a small startle, mixed with pain cry. Her heart seemed to race quicker within her chest. Her eyes were large and wide as they met his dark optics. Sinking into them as fear of the unknown ate at her .What was he going to do with her. She doubted he'd let her go. The rope dug into her pale flesh as she stared wide eyed at him. Where the rope bit into her flesh began to grow into a pale shade of pink, but slowly with each movement he made with the nett grew more red. Her jaw locked as she tightened her teeth together as he hoisted her closer to the fountain before without warning shoved her under the cold water. Making her whole body buck and squirm in desperate attempt to pull out of the water. But the net held her fast and tightly. Gasping, he pulled her out. Her breath ragged as those pale strands stuck to her pale pinking face. Panting heavily force the net around her chest tight as she blinked rapidly up at him. His voice sending cold daggers through out her. What had she wanted, or why had she been there. That was what he wanted to know. Swallowing, she tried to talk. Her teeth clattering as a chill ran through her. I was scent to stop you from terrorizing the villagesShe stammered noisily as she watched his eyes absorbed her figure without care that she saw.
Thread: No one  will Hear you

Oruc gave a snort. Terrorizing . They had not the faintest inkling of what would occur should he attempt to terrorize them. Fah! Weaklings. He had yet to unleash Traeson among the villages. Oh, here and there he let the flying lizard have a little fun. Burn this or that hut, drop a cow onto a long house from a few hundred feet up. Nothing really serious. Just enough to remind them that Oruc's tribute was his due and the kind of havoc he could wreak if he ever ended up displeased. Now he might have to raze one to prove a point. The orc reached down and dipped the elf beneath the cold water again, this time for slightly longer. He enjoyed her chill thrashing. It seemed that her kind were called Snow Elves for purely aesthetic reasons. Disappointing. Who sent you? Without waiting for a response he dunked her back beneath the surface of the water. It was important to manage the power dynamic in these kinds of relationships early. A good threat of drowning generally did the trick. Traeson sounded again and Oruc looked up, hearing the slithering rustle that was his companion's due. When Oruc and the dragon had first settled here the orc had been surprised at how quietly Traeson moved over the ground. He sounded much smaller than he actually was. The creature's head swiveled on its long neck around a corner to watch Oruc with rolling eyes. Eyes that glinted and morphed colors like fire. Burning eyes. Consuming eyes. Mad eyes. For some reason Harle's struggling seemed to cease. The beast cursed. He had forgotten about the pale woman trapped within his net. He dragged her out of the pool, hoping she had not expired. A shake should sort her out. He included a casual backhanded slap to catch her attention. Which village sent you? When did they send you? What is your name? This time only her head was out of the water, the rest of her body, caught within the net, was languishing within the old pool.
Thread: No one  will Hear you

Harle opened her mouth to speak, but in turn got a mouth full of water. She wasn't as used to the cold change, she spend most of her time outside of the mountains, thus she grew accustomed to a warmer temperature. She gasped as he brought her out of the water once more. Her eyes prying open as she then grew accustomed to the cold. Her breathing was rapid, her chest rising and falling quickly with each intake of breath. It surprised her that he wanted her name. She pondered for a split second. It wouldn't hurt no one if he new her name and with that finally thought for the moment she gave her name to him. I am called Harle, as to who sent me I am afraid I can't tell you. Harle said, her voice holding a elegant purr, of an accent, through heavy breathing as she gazed up at the big orc. Reason being is cause I do not know whom or what village it was from for I heard it within road side tavern. They spoke of a brute terrorizing the surrounding villages around these ruins.She hoped he'd take that. for it was the truth whether he want to believe her or not. Her pale skin even when soaked in the cold fountain water didn't break out in goosebumps like many people would have. It was in her blood to accept the colder climates. Now if you can release me I will leaveshe said giving him a small scowl, before giving a small squirm.The squirm turned more to a struggle. Her slender body twisting in his and the nets grasps. Arching her back, twisting her hips, and trying to push the net from her body.She had yet seen the dragon, though she had heard it. But it wasn't till she squirm had she notice the dragon watching the two of them. The even larger beast making her body go tense, rigid as she watch the dragon for the briefest of moments
Thread: No one  will Hear you

She was afraid of him. How sweet . The orc chuckled when she saw the snow elf huddled in on herself, trying to hide her soft globes from his attention, her tattered covering barely capable of fulfilling its function. Though she was dressed rather scantily to begin with. It seemed only the strategic placement of cloth hid her sex, to begin with, and the top she wore seemed more to draw its aesthete from breastplate and pauldrons rather than its function. What was the point of covering that left almost everything from midthigh to chest exposed? Even now her high boots were sopping rags, as were the coverings on her arms. Oruc failed to see the utility in anything beyond the supple, strong buckskin he wore. Oruc stood up and loped to the small, cold, bedraggled woman who had attempted to kill him in his own home. He would remember Black Riverarah . He would burn it to the ground. His thick member waved between his powerful thighs, his body releasing a subtle, bestial musk. One that permeated the room he had come to call his own. The beast reached down to the little woman huddled by herself and grabbed her wrists easily in one meaty hand and dragged her across the floor to the spot in front of the fire where he had originally left her so that she could warm herself. If you are going to feel better, you must be warm and dry, he explained as he held her down. His huge hands tore her tattered top off her body. Removed her sopping boots. Ripped her arm coverings from her arms. All to reveal the lush, firm body that lay beneath all that covering. He did, however, leave Harle her panties, all the good that would do her. You be thirsty . I have just the drink for you. Knowing she was likely to afraid to attempt to do him any harm, the orc took his massive member in one hand and held it up, using the other to grab her head and bring her mouth to the tip of his cock. Suckle, and you shall drink.