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Thread: Art of Dying (Viktoff Samson x Izzy325)

Saint Chrispothers School for the gifted attracted many different types of students. Unknown to all of the human students the school originated as a school for werewolves and vampires to hone their skills. As word spread about the school more and more humans sent in applications. With all the new money the school was generating they couldn't turn away the hordes of new students. Thus, the school gradually changed it's purpose....for the most part, that is. Admittance into the school was difficult. Many of Sait Christopher's students were at the top of their classes before and were involved in extracurricular activities. Thus Oliver's acceptance into the school. The red-head possessed some of the best test scores the school had ever seen. Oliver was studious, quiet, and education orientated. Oliver grew up with very little in the world. Because of his disadvantages growing up, the redhead made sure that he hit the books. The ony way he was able to afford schooling at one of the most prestigious universities in the world. Oliver's father had left him and his mother to fend for themselves. Which ony aided in making Oliver's and his mother's relationship stronger. Oliver studied so hard because of her. She was his single thought of motivation on days that he felt like giving up. At least the young cute little young man had his roommate Jack, The two best friends could not be any more different if they had tried. Oliver tried his best to maintain his high GPA spending every waking moment studying and volunteering for when they graduated. He was bubbly and upbeat.Oliver was short, submissive, and extremely cute. Jack, on the other hand, could be somewhat of a grouch. Usually towards everyone else around him. Jack was a tall man who towered over Oliver. Everything about Jack was huge, his muscles, his height, everything. Oliver could hear Jack walking through the door. Jack! You're back. He said closing his textbook. He had been studying all night and needed a break. I'm not a nerd, I just take my studies seriously. Something you should be doing. I can only imagine what your GPA must be. Oliver stood up from his desk brushing his hair behind his ear as he tidied up his side of the bedroom. What exactly have you been up to all night? As close as they were Jack could or most likely wouldn't explain his long absences at night. Oliver thought about following him one night but he disappeared the moment he went outside. He couldn't understand how the man moved so quickly.
Thread: Art of Dying (Viktoff Samson x Izzy325)

To be fair, Jack was a fit guy. He didn't exactly fly up and down stairs, but nobody has ever given him much of a motivation to get anywhere quickly during the day. After all, only the weirdest delinquents feed in the day and it was unlikely that he was going to sniff them out when he was barely awake trying to piece together what little of the lessons he had been awake for. And of course he was a grouch. The majority of the students would never understand him. They didn't know what it was like to get nibbled on by vampire scum while fighting to get some lamely shaved length of wood into their chests. His lunchtime buddies were more like Oliver, but not even remotely as attractive to Jack. And they didn't have the friendship that Oliver and Jack had. The redhead was so different from him, but Jack knew if he was ever under the weather the little cute roommate would grab him a lunch from the Break Hall and help him out. They didn't have to be a twin pair of monster hunters or academics to like each other. But, it just wasn't the same between Jack and most of the students he knew. Crawling off his bed and to get to his feet, Jack's eyes soaked in Oliver's back and rear when he wasn't looking. You're a nerd, like the others. But, you've got other things going for you. I'd say your biggest attribute is that you are my nerd! He joked, finding a metaphorical bone to play with after Oliver passed on the chance to take the label and own it. Silently, he wanted Oliver to have a reaction to it. Drawing closer behind Oliver, Jack would wrap his arms around the smaller guy, picking him up before dropping him onto Jack's bed and slithering over the blankets after him. The bigger male's arms would loop around Oliver's chest as he'd smell his neck. Hmm? What's wrong? Are you worried that I tease some other impossibly cute student while I'm out? He'd joke again. After all, the duo wasn't an official item. But, it would be endearing to hear Oliver act all frustrated either in denial or jealousy.
Thread: Art of Dying (Viktoff Samson x Izzy325)

Oliver had turned back towards his desk gathering his things together when he felt the larger man behind him grab him. His tiny arms tried to pry the man's arms away from him but it was no use. Jack was much stronger than Oliver and regardless Jack would ony release him if he decided to so he allowed the man to drop him onto the bed and pull the covers over him. It was their relationship and while it irritated Oliver to be manhandled like that he couldn't help but blush softly as Jack held him. The two friends shared a special bond and while they technically weren't together Oliver loved their friendship. It meant more to him than he could possibly describe. I'm not a nerd! I'm just studious! If anything you're a grouch. He said laughing as the man leaned over him. The redhead shivered slightly as Jack leaned into his neck. Oliver could feel Jack's stubble rub against his neck as the man inhaled his scent. Maybe you should smile more often buddy. Or stay in our dorm room and study with me! Oliver laughed as Jack tickled Oliver as his face pressed deeper into his neck. At Jack's next words Oliver pushed against him but again found himself unable to push against Jack's larger frame. Do you tease some other tiny boy out there for your pleasure. Oliver's cute face scrunched up in jealousy and anger. His brows connecting as he stared at Jack with disbelief. That is until he remembered that the two were still just friends. Not that I would actually care...I just want to know...if there was something else...you'd tell me, right? I mean how would feel if I let some boy hold me down like this! Oliver started to ramble in his cute adorable way when he found himself flustered and jealous. Usually whenever Jack was interacting with some of the cute girls and guys around campus.
Thread: Art of Dying (Viktoff Samson x Izzy325)

Yeah, you got me. Jack spoke right against Oliver's skin, his details clearly tickling the cute boy into a laugh. I'm a grouch. In fact, I'm the fucking grinch. I don green fur and steal all of the presents from the whos here in whoville. Clearly a little more upbeat than usual, the somewhat snake-like handsome male would hold Oliver so tightly with his monstrously strong arms. The cutie's scent was impossible for Jack to give up. He was so clean, so sweet. Even if there was just one other impossibly cute boy at their school, they couldn't possibly compete with the thousands of reasons Jack's otherwise straight cock swells against Oliver now. And the attempts to flee and the jealousy Oliver was giving off wasn't hindering that at all. Aw, come on... Jack's voice rumbled as he'd bring his nose close to Oliver's as he'd look into the boy's eyes. There isn't a young man out there who is both cuter and tinier than you, and even if there was, they couldn't possibly as easily accessible and as easy to talk to as my best friend. Silky and dark, even as Jack tried to be reassuring and romantic he'd seem like he was a predator circling his prey. There were actors playing brooding fit men on the television who couldn't hold a candle to the way Jack spoke to Oliver now. And I'm not at all worried about some other guy hugging you really tight. He mused flatly before bringing his face closer, his lips closer to Oliver's. And I wouldn't even be worried if he had a really big dick, lots of money, and tried to molest you like I can. Jack would seem to dip between serious and playful, to the point that it was hard to tell where he was going with all of this. We both know whose boss here. His right arm remained around Oliver as he'd cup the boy's crotch in his big right hand, rubbing it lewdly and knowingly. If you get cute like this when I joke about things like that, then you're practically asking me to tease you with it lots more, bud. This was probably the first and last bit of their friendship slipping into the scene before Jack would give Oliver a mighty deep kiss and let his right hand slip right into Oliver's underwear to grip his balls. With a very hot and heavy breath, he'd stick his tongue into the back of the boy's little mouth. The bigger male's groin showing his admiration for their closeness in the way it stiffened against Oliver's rear.
Thread: Art of Dying (Viktoff Samson x Izzy325)

Oliver pushed and struggled as Jack's arms continued to pin him down onto the bed. The cute little femboy had no chance of escaping Jack's grip. Although if he admitted to himself which he wouldnt...at least not yet he would have admitted to himself that he quite enjoyed the feeling of being held down. The feeling of being told what he liked and how things would be. He could feel the heat radiating off of Jack as his lips drew closer and closer to Oliver's pink ones. Oliver could feel the power that Jack had over him. The little redhead wasn't sure what had come over Jack but he sure did...His thoughts were pulled from his head as he felt Jack's large hand slide into his pants. Jack....what are you doing? He asked before a soft moan left his lips. Jack was only cupping him and he found pleasure in it. The way the large rough hand held him. Not just the way Jack held his crotch but the way Jack held him. There was care in his embrace but also power. The power to do and say whatever he'd like. Throughout his life, Oliver had grown accustomed to more masculine men looking at him. He was young, cute, and oh so innocent. Most men couldn't resist but since knowing Jack he neither cared nor did he notice anymore. Regardless Oliver resisted against his abnormally large roommate. Jack's arousal pressed against his tight little ass as Oliver struggled as he tried to remove Jack's strong grasp from his body but it was of no use. Oliver would remain there until Jack decided that he had enough. Just as Oliver opened his mouth to protest some more he felt Jack's lips press against him. He felt Jack's tongue slide into his mouth taking what he thought was his. Oliver let out a few moans in protest as he tried even harder to free himself from Jack's clutches. But even as he struggled his own arousal began to grow in his shorts against Jack's hand. Try as Oliver might there was no denying how attracted he was in the moment. Although it would take Oliver a long time before he admitted to Jack that he was even somewhat attracted. After a few moments of this treat, Oliver could feel his muscles relax as the heavy kissing and groping continued. While Oliver was clearly no match against Jack in height or strength he also seemed to be much smaller in other departments compared to Jack. Not that the femboy minded.
Thread: Art of Dying (Viktoff Samson x Izzy325)

Jack's hand would creep up from the tender little femboy's balls to Oliver's prick, giving him a slow groping and rub with the larger male's long and strong fingers. Just smooth enough to allow movement without discomfort, but firm and engaging enough to provide plenty of stimuli. He'd touch the smaller boy as though he'd thought the whole event over every night since he met him, but Jack would tongue Oliver so firmly and passionately as though he'd firmly decided that the back of the femboy's warm and soft little mouth was the new doghouse for his bully tongue. In a way, this duality would melt together to provide a confusing but immensely numbing attack on anyone's nerves as pleasantness met roughness and tenderness submitted to cruelty. Though, Jack's molestation of his friend and the only roommate that he could ever need had come from a softer place in his heart. The very sort of emotion he'd likely only describe by words if he were on his death bed, this was the way he felt for poor Oliver. The movements of Jack's hips behind Oliver's forcing the smaller male to feel his large, hard arousal against his ass just this much more. One strong arm and an advantageous position still kept Oliver subdued within Jack's embrace as he'd introduce such lewdness to their relationship dynamic. Retrieving his tongue with a line of their shared saliva being drawn between his tongue tip and the middle of Oliver's tongue, Jack would grin as he'd break that connection and examined his hard work being written over the smaller male's face. What does it feel like I'm doing? He'd raise an eyebrow in a bit of a silly teasing face, picking on the smaller male for being so vulnerable and defenseless as it seemingly added to his own enjoyment. But, don't go getting off on this you little nerd. Jack warned in only a playful sort of serious with a quick peck to Oliver's lips. His hand would try to wrap around the femboy's boner, working him no differently than Jack would rub himself off minus having to to adjust for the difference in their size. You'll have to sleep alone in my bed if you sully my bedding with your wasteful wank while I'll snuggle up in your sweet smelling clean bed. The stakes of this aggression had been stated, but whether or not they'd be sleeping in the same bed if the smaller male manages to keep his ejaculation under control had been unclear. After this rough sexual assault, it'd be unthinkable to Jack that the clearly embarrassed and abused smaller male would even opt into such a third option. Perhaps he'd just try to climax in the bigger man's hand just to get it over with. But, then Jack would have all he needed to advance his psychological warfare to permeate the smaller boy's heart forever. Oliver was his, after all.
Thread: Art of Dying (Viktoff Samson x Izzy325)

Oliver moaned as Jack's larger hand gripped his dick stroking him. Forcing more moans to escape his mouth as best they could. He could feel Jack's rough mouth against his own as the man forced him deeper and deeper into submission. There was no doubt about it. Jack was the man in control and Oliver would have to take whatever was thrown his way. Oliver found himself consciously or unconsciously thrusting up against Jack's hand. Reveling in the pleasure that was brought to him by Jack's hand. Gone were the thoughts of Oliver protesting as he succame to the enjoyment he was experiencing for the first time in his entire life. His femboy cock throbbed and twitched in Jack's hand as he was brought closer and closer to the brink of pleasure. Wave after wave hit Oliver as he laid there allowing his roommate and best friend to touch him in new ways. Oliver's moans were muffled by Jack's tongue as it drove deeper into his mouth. Reminding him of who was in charge of their little tryst. He couldn't stop himself from pumping closer and closer to his own edge but stopped as he listened to Jack's words. W-wait what do y-you mean? He couldn't let Jack make him orgasm. They were friends! He could barely register what was going on in the throws of his pleasure. Y-you can't b-be serious? Oliver muttered barely able to get his sentence's out. Oliver's resolve was breaking down brick by brick as the seconds drew on. I-it feels l-like y-you're... Oliver could barely breathe out the words as his back arched up off the bed. He could feel Jack's erection pressed up against his tight little ass as the large dark-haired man continued to control the situation. His red hair splayed out under him as his back continued to arch off the bed in pleasure. Oliver turned his body slightly towards Jack's body. His body starting to glisten a bit as he found himself more excited than he had ever been in life. t-touching me... He finally finished gasping as he hid his face in Jack's neck. P-please d-don't s-stop. Oliver whimpered as his face started to turn a slight pink from embarrassment. The hand playing with his femboy cock continued to gratify him in ways he couldn't have understood.Oliver groaned out softly as he reached for Jack's pillow trying to cover his face. Jack.... He moaned out into the pillow allowing himself to finally surrender himself to Jack's hand.
Thread: Sealed Sin [Morgan Lockheart & SmokyKisses]

Deep in Ardenia Forest, far from the city she had been born and raised in, Elise spent yet another day in isolation, combing through the old holy texts in the chapel and twirling a lock of her blonde hair with her finger. Some days, travellers stopped to rest and pray as a Maiden of the Goddess, it was her duty to aid any graceful souls. Born to a devout family with many members in the church, it was inevitable that Elise would be entrusted with overseeing her own chapel. While she had expected one where she would have the comfort of company, Elise considered the word of the Arch-Priestess to be the guidance of the Goddess, and faithfully carried out her duty. Despite her devotion, the long hours took their toll upon her, and she often wandered throughout the old chapel. As night fell, Elise lit a lantern and descended into the basement. A chill permeated the depths, one that her white dress-like robe did little to insulate her from. Several sarcophagi laid around the walls, the remains of devout clergy and holy warriors who had given their lives in service of the Goddess. One wall always piqued the young woman's curiosity. Her grey eyes lingered upon the stone bricks, where the worn and faded grey bricks turned to newer, whiter stones. Had there been another chamber here, one that had been sealed up? As she touched the wall, her fingers brushed away a layer of powder, revealing part of a metallic sigil on the wall. Unbeknownst to Elise, something was indeed sealed within this chapel...and by touching the sigil, it would be awakened to Elise's presence.
Thread: Sealed Sin [Morgan Lockheart & SmokyKisses]

RE Sealed Sin Morgan Lockhart SmokyKisses Deep within the dark, something unholy and evil stirred. It sensed the touch of a mortal on the seal that held it within and roused. In the dark, yellow, cat shaped eyes opened and looked around its prison. How long had it been since they bricked her up in this hellish dungeon? Sealed away from the humans she lusted after so much? The creature rose and started to take shape, drawing on past lives and thoughts it could sense from beyond the wall. The barrier was weakening... some mortal had been foolish enough to touch the seal, someone who had just a hint of desire to them. A hint was all she needed. The creature assumed a female form, her favourite kind and pressed herself against the wall, the stone cool on her skin. For the first time in decades it did not burn as it should when she tested the limits of her prison. She could sense the presence behind it, someone young... innocent... corruptable... Who... who are you? she gasped, her voice a whisper on the wind.
Thread: Sealed Sin [Morgan Lockheart & SmokyKisses]

RE Sealed Sin Morgan Lockhart SmokyKisses Elise gasped as she heard a voice speak. It couldn't have come through the wall...could it? Had someone been sealed away on the other side of this wall? And how? Why? The voice sounded weak...was it merely the barrier between them, or for some other reason? Her hands explored around the wall, revealing more of the metallic arcane patterns and etchings. With each inch that was uncovered, the seal weakened further, allowing the demon within greater perception of what laid outside of her cell. Was this some kind of sacred secret, Elise wondered, concealed in this chapel? Was it the Goddess's will that Elise discovered it? Leaning against the wall, holding her hands to parts of the sigil she had uncovered, Elise said aloud, I am Elise, a Maiden in service of the Goddess. Who are you? She closed her eyes, but could not sense any trace of a presence, other than the voice that she had heard. Was it some wayward spirit? Or was it an angel who watched over the chapel?
Thread: Sealed Sin [Morgan Lockheart & SmokyKisses]

RE Sealed Sin Morgan Lockhart SmokyKisses The creature listened intently, hanging on every word. She could sense Elise's presence, her devotion. It called to her, her innocence shining like a light in the darkness. My name is Imari, my child, she replied. I have been locked in here since the masters of the chapel accused me of wrongdoing. You are the first kind voice I have heard since they sealed me in here. The girl was still touching the stones, pressing them with her warm, human hands. Something stirred within her, a long sleeping desire. How she wanted those hands to free her... then touch her. All she had to do was to keep Elise touching the seals. If she touched each one, eventually the stones would give way. Imari could already sense what Elise looked like through the weakening magic, it would only be a short while before the barrier gave way entirely. She let her voice waver, as if she was sobbing. It has been so lonely in here... I cannot tell you how good it is to have someone speak to me...
Thread: Sealed Sin [Morgan Lockheart & SmokyKisses]

Elise listened to the soft voice, her eyes widening at the voice's tale. Though she served the Goddess with each breath, she knew that centuries ago, corrupt priestesses had abused their power and attempted to brand those who opposed them as heretics. It was not the will of the Goddess for an innocent woman to have been imprisoned for what must have been hundreds of years. Her hands wandered around the sigil, rubbing off the powder covering it bit by bit and further eroding the seal's strength. Hearing the woman's sorrowful voice, Elise said, I am sorry for what has happened to you. The Goddess would never condone of one of her flock doing something like this. Do you know how I may free you, Imari? She couldn't imagine whoever had been sealed here was alive in any sense, but if she could aid them in passing on, she would. Though Elise's heart swelled with the thought of freeing a tormented soul, she feared that neither she nor Imari would know how to free her. Even if speaking to Imari was all she could do, Elise swore an oath to the Goddess herself that she would keep Imari company.
Thread: Sealed Sin [Morgan Lockheart & SmokyKisses]

You are too kind Elise, replied the creature. Truly I must be blessed by the goddess to have been sent you to keep me company. The piety was almost sickening but she needed Elise to free her, to get her out of this awful place. Once she was free, she would be able to get into Elise's mind and turn her towards her cause. But for now, all she had was her charm and desperation. My dear, the wards on this room are around the doorway. Run your hands across them and they will respond to your touch. Once you have drawn a complete arch across them, the stones will no longer be able to hold me in here. I will be free once more. Imari altered herself to be ready. She made sure her full figure was noticeable and tied her shabby robe around her, using her demonic powers to change her appearance so that she looked like some poor, lost human on whom Elise would take pity.