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Thread: Falling under her charm

The trail was usually empty, so Charles never had to worry about fulfilling his roles as prince, what with the standing upright, greeting all of the subjects, amongst many other deeds that he simply didn't want to worry about. That was why he always went down this path after all. He let out a sigh while closing his eyes for a moment, letting the horse walk along the path on its own. It wasn't until the horse neighed and began to slow down that he opened his eyes once more. He was surprised to see a figure walking down the path as well. He could make out the worn and battered clothing that marked the person as one of his kingdom. As soon as he realized this he stood up straight and pursed his lip in that sort of high and royal way that he was taught to do as a child. Once he came close enough to realize that the person was a girl, he was also able to get a much better look at the girl. He was taken back slightly by the healthy aura her skin practically glowed with, and how slim and feminine the shape of her body itself was. Most of the women in the kingdom were either already mothers or not the most attractive people. However, she seemed to almost be the exception to that rule. She also seemed to be taken back by seeing her prince in the middle of the forest, and soon hurried to her knee. He coughed for a moment to clear his throat before replying, Erm, rise subject. No need to be ah... So formal when no one else is around. Tell me, what is your name, and what are you doing out here alone? He did what he could to maintain his royal status while conversing, but wanted to also get a better look at the girl as well. It was rare to ever find such a pretty little thing in his kingdom after all.
Thread: Falling under her charm

Before rising, Emilia mentally began using the charm, building up some power. Eye contact would activate it, and the prince should feel it's effects immediately. Within a few minutes, no more than a dozen, he would have fallen in love with her, a love that is blissful and everlasting. She could barely conceal her excitement queen, she was going to be a queen! Girls could only dream of being royalty, could only pretend. But Emilia was not like them. They wanted the crown to be pampered and admired. Emilia wanted more. She rose as he requested, her eyes and his eyes meeting. My name is Emilia, your majesty. I was just taking a walk somewhere quiet, for the village is loud and dirty, and forest is peaceful and pure. And if the spell is working, then the prince saw her as peaceful and pure right about now as well, and that would be just the beginning of it all. I am sorry for disturbing your ride, she said sheepishly, I better be going.
Thread: Falling under her charm

She rose slowly. Of course he only assumed that being a prince would be a bit intimidating. Usually subjects were only required to bow and keep their head down when presented with royalty. It was rare for one to be asked to rise, and usually a great honor to do so, so it was quite a sight to behold a girl as young as her to be asked to rise, if anyone was around to see it to begin with, that is. As their eyes locked, he got a much better look at her blue eyes, and in a single instant it seemed like he suddenly was almost... entranced by them. Her slender graceful form did not seem to suit her ragged torn clothes. He couldn't stand to see her in such a state. She prepared to walk along her way, and he couldn't bare to see her walk away with an unneeded apology. As she turned around he did not hesitate to say, Wait there, Emilia! You... are not suited to be living in such a condition like this. He coughs for a moment, his eyes still stuck on her form before replying, You should come with me and we could at the least, get you in some less ragged garments....
Thread: Falling under her charm

With her back still facing the prince, she grinned, knowing the spell has taken effect. It worked so quickly as well. Within moments she decided her plan would be to keep innocent for quite a while in order to insure the prince falls for her. Her more dominant side would have to wait until after the wedding. She turned around, her eyes wide with amazement and awe as if she just won the lottery. She smiled a little, pretending to be unsure if the prince was being sincere and confused on how to react. A hint of blush was on her face. She walked up to him and bowed once again. Prince, I would love to accept your offer, but I am just a peasant, she said, gesturing towards the rags that covered her body. You are royalty. I would feel so out of place.
Thread: Falling under her charm

Of course she was taken back, it was only bound to happen after being given such commands by royalty. In fact, no one had probably ever asked a peasant such as herself to do such a thing. She bowed once more. So humble, and graceful, he did not know how such a girl could end up in her peasant status. He should his head as she gestured to her garments before replying. That is precisely why I am saying that we need to get you out of those garments that do not suit you. You should be dressed more like royalty, after all. The words that came out of him felt so unusual and out of place, but so natural at the same time. He shifted so that his horse was at her side, and offered her a hand to help her on. Of course she was taken back, it was only bound to happen after being given such commands by royalty. In fact, no one had probably ever asked a peasant such as herself to do such a thing. She bowed once more. So humble, and graceful, he did not know how such a girl could end up in her peasant status. He should his head as she gestured to her garments before replying. That is precisely why I am saying that we need to get you out of those garments that do not suit you. You should be dressed more like royalty, after all. The words that came out of him felt so unusual and out of place, but so natural at the same time. He shifted so that his horse was at her side, and offered her a hand to help her on.
Thread: Falling under her charm

Her smile grew bigger, surprised how much the spell was working. She was pleased with its speed, however. Perhaps her own beauty made it work quicker. Or maybe the prince was just foolish, an unintelligent spoiled boy. She was lucky there were no witnesses, though. The spell can keep a firm grip on the prince's mind if she was the focus of all of his attention. She took his hand and with his help got on the horse, sitting right behind him. She got lucky once again with his body being so close to hers, his mind will come to yearn for her when they are apart. You are being so kind to me, prince, she said, blushing a little. It is every peasant girl's wish to become royalty, to be dressed up like a princess. And you are making that wish come true for me. You are such a gentleman, she said sweetly.
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Thread: Tentacles in our Basement: Myself and HotTexasCowboy

It was early morning in the Sakura Springs boarding house, and the only audible sound came from the basement. Accessible via the kitchen, a long concrete staircase led downwards into a dimly lit storage cellar. However what some might consider bizarre was that this cellar was flooded with six inches of water. There really wasn't much down there, save for a cheep metal foldout lawn chair and a plastic TV stand supporting an old twenty inch CRT TV. It didn't even have DVD, just a old out of shape VCR. Filling the open space on the stand were numerous VHS tapes ranging from porn to old Buffy the Vampire Slayer videos. As of current the only occupant of the basement was a somewhat disheveled looking man sleeping on the lawn chair. He was a lithe looking gentleman, with rustled hair and a bad five o'clock shadow. He wore only a pair of dark grey slacks and a long sleeved, half buttoned, collared white shirt rolled up to his elbows. This out of place gentleman was Stan...a lust god. This in fact was but a human avatar of the god, whom in fact was not named Stan, but whose name is unpronounceable by human tongues. And in a sudden motion Stan jolted up, his glasses shining ominously in the dark. To add to his supernatural nature as he stood up and moved to the stairs his feet did not disturb the water, even though they passed through it. More importantly he moved with predatory grace, a creature on the hunt. A scent had caught his senses, a scent he enjoyed very much. One he couldn't live without. He moved up the stairs with his hands in his pockets, his smell locked on to his target. With a devilish grin he placed his hand on the door handle, and slowly creaked it open. His shining glasses glinted from the crack in the doorway...no one in the kitchen....no that would be too easy. He smelled the air vigorously and groaned in anticipation. Yes...the master bedroom...alone....vulnerable. He suddenly became a blur, his form seeming to shift in and out of the material world as he darted from wall to wall. It was as though his mere presence couldn't be held in our plane of existence, or maybe his depravity was so great the universe was naturally trying to repel him. Slowly he made his way through the first floor of the boarding home until he reached the bedroom. He could hear the shower....smell her sweat...exquisite. He seemingly liquified his body and slid under the door, inching his way over to the washroom, growing ever more excited the closer he got. He could see the outline of the landlady through the shower curtain, her figure was as astonishing as ever. He reclaimed his form and moved over to the towel rack, then with a face-splitting grin assimilated her towel and took it's place. SUPER-TOWEL-GOD-FORM! He shouted as he slid onto the rack, his grinning face imprinted on the landlady's new towel. Of course he lacked the common sense to not shout his actions, but one can only expect so much from a lust god.....
Thread: Tentacles in our Basement: Myself and HotTexasCowboy

The blond in the shower had finished rinsing off the lather and was just standing there, enjoying the relaxing sensation of warm water cascading over her body. It was getting hot outside with the coming of summer, and Mrs. DeWinter had been tempted once she got home to use the backyard pool, but decided to just head for the shower instead. She'd spent the morning showing a unit in the Crestwood area to half a dozen prospects. There'd been nibbles, but no one was making making a firm commitment yet. Regina DeWinter 'Mrs. DeWinter' she still called herself, her husband now dead over eight years considered herself a patient business woman. She'd taken the house she shared with her husband, rented out parts of it, and started buying other properties. She was gathering up a nice nest egg, but taking care of her tenants was trying at times. She was too busy to look seriously for another relationship, even though she was an attractive woman in her early thirties. Of course, she thought with a smile, some things had perked up on that score of late. As if in response to a naughty thought, she started at the sound of a shouted voice from just outside her shower curtains. She quickly pushed open a corner of the curtain, staring out into the apparently empty bathroom, while water streamed against her back. Stan! she called, half peeved and half playful, having recognized his voice. Where are you--oh! she broke into a sly chuckle as she saw his face on the thick towel on the rack, grinning back at her. Well, that's something new for you, isn't it? Are you going to be a nice lust god and dry me off? She reached behind her and shut off the water, then stepped out of the tub, her nude body dripping on the rug, her firm breasts rising and falling with her breath. If Stan had ventured out of his basement, he was probably planning some fun, and the anticipation of his ideas of fun was making her feel squirmy between her legs.
Thread: Tentacles in our Basement: Myself and HotTexasCowboy

I can dry you off Miss DeWinter... Stan smiled in his Super Towel form. ...but you might end up dirty again... He loved looking at Regina, her mature body was so sexy and voluptuous. When she was dressed she always looked so businesslike, which only turned him on more. Truth be told there really wasn't anything that didn't turn him on....but she really did the trick. Combine her sex appeal with her playful side, he just couldn't resist the beautiful blonde. Since you seem to be in the mood...hehe.. He could smell her arousal already. Just the thought of what he could do with her must drive her wild, it sure did the trick for him anyways. With a sudden snap he lunged out and wrapped himself around her tightly, snugly squeezing her ample bust to form some impressive cleavage, while one of his corners slid between his legs. He liked playing different games before he really got into it, and this one would do just fine. Perhaps I can give you a pleasant start to the day...of course by pleasant.. He rippled his body over hers, vibrating around her skin, especially over her nipples and against her clitoris. ...I mean hot and sticky! Even though he was in the form of a towel, he moved over her breasts like fingers, squeezing and massaging them as he continued to vibrate. He did the same over her labia, spreading her and occasionally pinching playfully as he moved back and forth, sliding between her lips.
Thread: Tentacles in our Basement: Myself and HotTexasCowboy

Regina chuckled deep in her throat at his comment about being dirty again. Truth was, Stan always made her feel wonderfully dirty. Sometimes she wished the uptight woman upstairs would find out just what kind of fun she was missing, and her two sexy young daughters. Regina didn't used to have thoughts like this about her tenants, but Stan had a way of bringing out new sides to her libido. Just then, her Stan-towel leaped off the rack and wrapped around her, pinning her arms against her sides like some kind of terrycloth straight jacket. A straight jacket that vibrated and rippled so deliciously against her body. Looking down, she could see her breasts pressed together like in a tight corset. Looking quickly up into the fog-free mirror, she had to admit she liked the look, raising and emphasizing her cleavage like some Victorian whore in a London brothel. Her nipples were just peeking over the upper edge of the towel, quickly turning into sweet hard pebbles of pleasure under Stan's clever touch. She was only restricted above the waist, and the corner of the towel was slipping down her pelvis, encouraging her to open her thighs and let it begin teasing her labia and clit. Ooooh, you naughty, naughty towel, she purred. She pressed her arms as if trying to escape, the fact that she couldn't move them adding an exciting spice to Stan's game. Mmmm, she moaned as the towel corner continued to play her pussy artfully. Her legs spreading wider apart, she found herself slumping back weakly against the wall, seeing her breasts expand and contract as she breathed deeper in rising lust.
Thread: Tentacles in our Basement: Myself and HotTexasCowboy

Ohhoho...Miss DeWinter....you are as soft as ever.... Stan said excitedly. Unlike humans, he had no true shape in this plane of existence. He could take almost any form of any size and shape he chose. In this particular form, it was as though his whole body was a sexual organ, and massaging his body against hers was blissful agony. After a minute or so he started to secrete a slick substance which was a natural aphrodisiac, as well as hormone enhancer. It made his towel form appear to dampen, and he started to take some liberties with the game. Of course I am naughty! How could I not be... He said as he gave her nipples a vigorous pinch before stretching his other side down to grip her asscheeks. ...with someone as delicious as you to play with!? She was definitely going to need another shower, as his fluid was already seeping down her thighs. He knew the substance wasn't necessary, but he loved using it anyway. There was nothing sexier than a woman who has completely thrown her inhibitions to the winds. Landlady...I don't know if I can stand just being a towel much longer....your body is too inviting! He groaned out perversely, slipping his corner inside her moistened pussy just deep enough to rub her upper spot. Meanwhile he kept pinching and massaging her gorgeous breasts until they were glistening with his sticky sauce. Her soft ass received the same treatment. After a few minutes of this, she would look like someone gave her a very liberal oil massage.
Thread: Tentacles in our Basement: Myself and HotTexasCowboy

Regina's moan became a loud cry of need. Her head leaned back almost helplessly against the wall, her mouth wide open and gasping. The towel had become slick, moist, oily, and pungent smelling. And, of course, very adroit. She felt bits of it massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her squeak and wriggle within the confines of it wrapped around her upper body. But the other corners were playing freely with her pussy, rubbing her in just the right places to send her pulse racing. Her hips started dancing, as if seeking to entice something nice and thick to relieve her suffering. Oh... oh God, Stan! Please! My pussy, my ass, I don't care, I'm going crazy! Stan had a way of driving her to such passions she would nearly faint with lust. He could play her body from one climax to another, or merging them together for something that would make her feel like she had found a nirvana of sexual pleasure. Her flesh already felt slick, like she was getting an oiled massage from her towel, but she didn't care. She could shower again, or spend the rest of the day wrapped in Stan's aura as he kept her hovering on the edge of oblivion or soaring over.
Thread: RP Idea Coordination (Check Often)

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Thread: RP Idea Coordination (Check Often)

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Thread: Kill you, Love you

The evening couldn't be more perfect. The cabin was warm and cozy, aglow with dancing golden light from the fireplace, hoarse crackling coming beyond the metal grate on the hearth. It had been a great idea to get away from the city for the weekend. Just Reese, the love of his life...and a couple of their friends, Greg and Tammy. After a splendid day of boating and fishing on the nearby, private lake, they'd all settled out front on the porch for some grilled shish kabobs, watching the sun go down. Twilight and mosquitoes eventually forced the couples to continue their boisterous conversations inside where they got the fire going and continued to talk over glasses of wine. Such great friends. Reese let out a small sigh as he turned to look over his shoulder at his best friend Greg...who was now tied and gagged on the floor. Blood drooled from the man's nostril and a swollen, purple cheek stretched beyond the cloth gag tied in his mouth, blue eyes wide and frantic and his breathing harsh and panicked. And Tammy lay beside him in a similar state, whimpering and sobbing through her gag, a wound on her forehead bleeding a dark red curtain along one side of her face. Briefly, Reese got excited by the sight of her, helpless and terrified like that. But it was like a passing cloud. Yes, nice friends. But no one meant anything when compared to the woman of his dreams...his partner...his soul-mate... the only one who truly understood him. He turned to look at her, from his position sitting on the couch. I don't think they're happy. I feel like such a bad host. 'Drinking and then a beating' that's how it's supposed to go, right? It only made sense.
Thread: Kill you, Love you

Amanda sat on a couch next to Reese, she wrapped her arms around one of his as she set down her wine. She smiled at him. I feel like we've been very accommodating, but maybe if they are still unhappy, we could put them to sleep. She reasoned as she looked over towards their friends. Amanda was a gorgeous girl with strawberry blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. She had a smile and a sweet face that could fool anyone into believing she a sweetheart. She loved Reese a lot, and couldn't bare the thought of not being close to him.
Thread: Kill you, Love you

As her slender arms wrapped around one of his own, Reese glared into his wineglass. He loved Amanda and he loved touching her and being touched by her. But there was a level to this current contact that struck him as pathetic and suffocating, and it was something she did often. Instantly, he knew what her new idea meant as well she wanted to be alone with him. Frankly, he wouldn't mind their two captives watching while he fucked her and then finishing the climax of the evening with slitting both of their throats. But this extra gesture changed things a bit and altered his mood from the twisted and playful one he'd possessed earlier. With an irritated sigh, Reese jerked his arm out of her hold and disengaged himself from her completely by standing and walking over to tower over their wriggling friends-turned-victims. Her idea was a good one, especially considering how late it was, to reduce the risk of them escaping - not that there was anywhere to go out here in the middle of nowhere - and they had all weekend to clean up and hide the bodies once they were done. But she'd started something and his irritation gave way to spite. Crouching over Tammy - who flinched with a stuttering sob emptying from her throat through her gag - he brought out his knife and idly fingered the blade while looking at her. I think she needs to be fucked, he said, gently moving the knife over the woman's trembling, tear stained cheek. The idea of doing so actually didn't interest him in the least - it'd be a bit like fucking a corpse or an animal as soon as the violence of the evening had started, Tammy and Greg had become objects, things - but he was focused on Amanda and her reactions to the taunt.
Thread: Kill you, Love you

As Reese jerked away, Amanda's brows furrowed and she frowned. Her heart sank as he stepped away from her. It seemed like he was always finding one reason or another to move away from her. It made her feel unwanted, and unneeded. She indulged in close contact with him. If she wasn't close to him it put her in a foul and sour mood. She sat up as she sighed. Looking from the two friends then back to Reese. She looked towards Tammy with a glare at Reese's words. why would you want to fuck a doll? She asked him aggressively. She made plenty of advances to Reese tonight, and it appeared to her that he had other plans. It pissed her off to the highest degrees. If you do it, I'll slit her throat while your in the middle of doing the act, who knows, maybe I'll miss and slit yours too. She snapped.