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Thread: Surprise for the Babysitter (me x TeacherSerena)

I was wondering what you were watching. I was surprised at how deadpan I sounded, I think my brain was still having trouble processing what was happening. I'd just caught Serena mastubating to a porno and she was now standing in-front of me wearing nothing but a bra while I was standing in the doorway with just a towel on and her skirt hanging from a cock that looked far too large for someone my age and size to have, the base of which I was still idly squeezing without realising it. I'm not surprised my mind was still scratching its head about what to do it was an impossible situation that I didn't think happened outside of erotic literature.
Thread: Surprise for the Babysitter (me x TeacherSerena)

She paid no mind in attempting to cover it up. She slowly walked over, her large hips swaying seductively. She stood just a few feet in front of him, leaning over slightly. Now, I understand you're a bit shocked right now. I just need you to not tell your parents about this, okay? I don't care if you tell your friends or whoever, just not your parents. She stood back up, smiling, almost sure she would take her request.
Thread: Surprise for the Babysitter (me x TeacherSerena)

I tried to keep my eyes on her face, to show I was serious not an easy task, believe you me. Don't worry if I told them, they probably wouldn't hire you again. I'd probably get stuck with some dottery old woman as your replacement. I smiled. My brain must've sorted itself out by then if I could make a joke.
Thread: Surprise for the Babysitter (me x TeacherSerena)

Good. Besides, that's probably the coolest thing you will ever see your babysitter do. She reached down, grabbing her shirt from the floor. Hold still for just one second, I need to grab my skirt. She didn't seems to realize how it was suspended in mid-air, but she paid no mind to that. She grabbed it by the waistband, pulling it from him. Her eyes grew big as the skirt no longer blocked him. Wow.
Thread: Surprise for the Babysitter (me x TeacherSerena)

And the only time I'll see it, I assume? I said before she picked up her shirt. As she reached for her skirt, I held still like she asked and wanted for her reaction. How she didn't notice my size before removing the skirt, I don't know, but she certainly noticed it now. Without the skirt weighting my length down, it rose up until it was a bit above perpendicular with my body, jutting out just over a foot and feeling as hard as it had ever been. Whichever way the rest of the night went I knew I'd need a lot of release from this.
Thread: Surprise for the Babysitter (me x TeacherSerena)

we'll see, we'll see. She was still shocked at the size. it's that big? Really? How do you keep this hidden...? On one hand, she was strangely attracted on the other, she feared for her job. Now, I need you to promise me, really. You aren't going to tell your parents, right? She held out her pinky, thinking a pinky promise still meant something to kids his age.
Thread: Surprise for the Babysitter (me x TeacherSerena)

With sturdy, long pants and a lot of mental discipline. I couldn't help but be a little snarky with my reply. Wise-ass comments seem to come naturally. Probably from all of the old british comedy shows I watch - Blackadder, Dad's Army, Red Dwarf and so on - which use snarkery a lot. When she held out her pinky, I placed my hand over hers. As far as my parents'll know I went to bed right after my bath. I smiled before continuing. And like I said before if they stopped hiring you I'd probably end up with an old hag with a stick up her arse instead. The sort who'd insist on using iodine if I cut myself with a craft knife like I did last week. Me and dad both play a tabletop wargame called Warhammer 40,000 and I'd been putting an Assault Marine together last week while Serena was babysitting when the knife slipped off the part I was shaving off pieces of the frame that were left on the part and gave me a nasty cut on my finger. It wasn't bad enough to go to the hospital with, but it did look like it was going to scar. OOC True story that started collecting models for the game a few weeks ago and cut myself like that on one of the Assault Marines. Don't know if it'll scar but it wouldn't surprise me. What was surprising was that there wasn't any blood on the knife so it must've cut pretty cleanly. Not bad for a 8 knife I got from Toyworld.
Thread: Surprise for the Babysitter (me x TeacherSerena)

Well now that I have your word, I suppose I can show you another reason why I'm always coming back to the same houses all the time. She pulled his hand away from his monstrous cock, grabbing the base herself. She lightly licked the tip, her tongue darting around the head. She lifted his huge rod, running her tonuge the full length on the underside, stopping when she reached the top to go back down and suck on his balls a bit. This is why you can't tell.
Thread: Surprise for the Babysitter (me x TeacherSerena)

My cock twitched as she wrapped her hand around the base and it felt like a lightning bolt shot up my spine as her skillful tongue went to work, precum already drooling from the tip. I placed a hand on her head, not to guide her but just because I felt I had to do something beyond stand there. As long as this isn't a one-night thing. I joked. I wouldn't tell even if this was only for one night and I'm sure Serena knew that.
Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

What you've done is caused me more grief. The woman pressed her full lips in a hard line while she gave the lifeless corpses one last once-over, then peered warily back towards her religious visitor. As she had seen it, the two templars would have eventually found her hovel. By that time Sazheir and his brother would have fled to the cover of the Wilds leaving no trace of their presence. The templars, unearthing no evidence, would return to Lothering empty handed and deem the Wilds apostate-free. Of course the laggard fools would say that they thoroughly combed through the entire forest area. Their superiors would believe the fib and continue searching elsewhere, leaving the mage to rest without the haunting thought of templars wringing her neck. But now that the templars were dead, the Lothering chantry would disperse a massive search party since they wouldn't be returning. This would undoubtedly result in her being discovered. The woman decided it was in her best interest not to waste her breath explaining her cause to the warrior. Please spare me your tough-man talk, lest my heart leap from my chest in the horror of it all. After her sarcastic rebuttal, she reached to the back of her head, then, slipped a mask over her beautiful face. It was made from obsidian - or, as her people knew it, black pearls. It was a refined piece of architecture, virtually brand new. During her trip to the colorful streets of Nivarra she had the mask commissioned by a skilled artisan. It had been customized to fit each of her facial features, from her lips to her pert cheekbones. To allow her unhindered vision the eye portion was cut out, only to reveal the suddenly milky white texture of her demonic opticals. So your sister ... she's ill. When did this illness appear? What are the symptoms? Is she bed-ridden, simply groggy or completely immobile? As she began posing questions, she knelt down and collected the satchel of sovereigns the warrior had offered as compensation. While she trekked forward, she thrust the satchel into his chest, proclaiming, I will accept no compensation until this problem is solved. Just as she passed a particularly lush tree, she plucked a fig from the branches and slipped her mask up only a fraction so she could feast on its somewhat questionable contents. Eat something while you're here. We won't be reaching any weystations for a while. At times like this I wish I would have stolen a fucking horse. listulistulistu
Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

Halfway through their journey the mage took note of the odd cluster of smog hovering low on the horizon. Dust and smoke filled her nostrils and plagued her with the occasional sneeze here and there. Initially she thought it may have been a grand battle that had commenced somewhere in central Fereldan, but as their trek further continued, the irritating aroma had centered around a cluster of land ahead of them. She fought with herself, wondering as whether to mention it to the warrior. She came to the conclusion it wasn't important that they would probably pass a ravaged caravan on the way to his village. She didn't realize how wrong she was until they arrived. Her eyes welled with tears at the smoke that wafted in her face. She wheezed and fanned the gas away in hopes she could clear her view, only to be welcomed by the image of a razed village. She removed her mask, slipping it behind her head to rest in her hood. She leered left and right, drinking in the savage destruction that surrounded her. Broken remnants of buildings lay littered left and right, bodies dressing the ground like ceremonial decorations. The mage never had seen such a scene of pure malice. Often she was subjected to the occasional squabble here and there but nothing like this. As Rage fled, crying aloud for his sibling, the mage rested and gauged the damage. As much as it pained her, they were low on supplies. Anything that was left she would have to scavenge for. She heaved a sigh and gingerly padded over to one of the broken buildings. From there she noted nothing of significance nothing that could be used. The darkspawn undoubtedly coordinated this attack. Anything that may have been useful was either stolen by them, or retrieve by scavengers. By the look of the corpses this village was destroyed days ago. Suddenly, as if from seemingly no where, a body landed at her feet. She crossed her arms over her chest and directed her gaze downward where a battered elven man lay immobile. The moment he opened his eyes they went wise with pure terror. D-D-Deacon!!!! he cowered. The mage cursed silently under her breath. How do you know my name? she questioned, but before she could be answered, the warrior returned with pure murder plastered over his enraged visage. Immediately Deacon, the mage, summoned forth a shield forged from arcane forces to protect the elf from any physical harm that were to befall him. Harm him and you've probably destroyed any lead to finding your sister. Stop thinking with your anger. She dispersed the shield and once again watched their prisoner with intrigued eyes. That being said ... do you know what happened here? Lest my shield mysteriously happens to fail and my friend here drives you through with his blade.listulistulistu
Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

Quickly twisting the hilt, the male turned the sword longways. Shoving it straight down into the ground, Rage let go of the hilt. Thinking with anger was the only way he could make sense of anything, given that they hadn't exchanged formalities, she would understand simply by his name that that was all he did ... was all he was capable of doing. Rage. Empty sense of everything needs to die, then everything will be fine again. Though, in this case, she is correct. Maybe somehow this looter knew what happened. Fine, Deacon ... we'll play by your rules, this time. The male spoke, angered. It was just easier to go off in a blind rage and kill something then track whatever beast or whatever, down later. You heard the lady ... speak. U-uh ... I came t-through a few days ago. Da-darkspawn had already wiped everythi- Darkspawn!? Rage asked, interrupting. Which way did they go! The male beckoned, I d-don't know! I stayed hidden ... well long enough for them to just pass by! Please that is all I know! Rage placed his hand on his hilt, he didn't believe the elf but he didn't disbelieve the elf. He knew he couldn't trust either of them Deacon or her new found friend. Okay, okay! They went West! They went West! Please, don't hurt me! The male's gaze became a glare, a death glare at that. He was just lying to the male. Removing his sword from the ground, the male watched as the Elf fidgeted as he swung his sword around, hitting against his back before strapping the weapon down. An audible sigh of relief could be heard from the Elf, Am .. am I free to go? Rage turned his glare to the West ... staring off into the wilderness for a few moments. No. Rage answered, moving to the side of the elf. Grabbing his shirt by the shoulder, dragging him up to his feet. You will show me where they went ... if they have my sister then every one who was there will be a walking carcass. Rage spoke to the elf, shoving him to walk forward, his grip still on the back of his shirt. Stopping after a few steps, Are you coming? I'm not paying you one hundred sovereigns for you to stop at this part of the journey. You hadn't done what we agreed to. Formalilites between the three would be said later, Rage was days behind as is. The faster they got moving, the better. Though, it would be utterly useless ... they needed to go to the Deep Roads in Orzammar to even get close to Darkspawn. Oh! Hundred Sovereigns! Count me in! The Elf exclaimed, winced as he feel to one knee. The grip being applied to the male from Rage would pierce flesh soon. The only thought on his mind was finding his sister. Those bastard darkspawn were at least two days ahead of them. Do I get any reward if we find your sister? The elf asked, Rage gritting his teeth. No, shut up and start walking. If she decides to come, she'll catch up. The male replied, The name's Zander and looting stuff is my game! The elf spoke, a laugh passing his parted lips ... like what he said was funny. I don't care.
Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

Surely it wasn't the wisest idea to be chugging down mug after mug of ale on an empty stomach. The only rations the group had left to call their own were dried plums from the Wilds and a few slivers of strained cow tendon. Aside from the virtual tastelessness of their food, they held virtually no nutritional value after sitting around in their rucksacks for days. Low on cash, low on food but high in spirits, they realized their journey might just be coming to an end sometime soon. While Zander found Rage's musings quite embarrassing, Deacon found them to be the exact opposite. Usually a man's drunken antics didn't amuse her but something about Rage's little scene was enough to send her into a pure giggle-fit, mind you, all she did was sit in her chair and feebly grin. I find him rather entertaining. The softness and raw nonchalance in Deacon's voice sent Zander spiraling into a state of bliss. He swallowed the grand knot lodged in his throat and began to nod rather choppily. I completely agree! He's absolutely hilarious! A comedic genius! Whoever would find this spectacle disheveling is a fool. The moment Rage's head hit the table, both Zander and Deacon jerked their heads in his direction. They were startled by the quite sicking thud, but bemused by the hilarity of the situation. There was Rage, passed out in tiny puddle of spilled ale. Rage? Deacon questioned silently. She placed her hand on the hind of his neck his skin was slightly clammy and laden with a thin layer of sweat. Typical symptoms that had arisen after being in Orzimmar ... and traveling for nearly two straight weeks with no bath. That's great. He's passed out ... how the hell are we gonna get him to an inn? Zander question. Deacon did not reply, which irked the elf, but every moment she blinked, he felt his sanity slowly seeping away he was entranced by her thick eyelashes that were, to him, dancing. I... uh, he persisted, We may have to carry him. There's an inn in the diamond quarter. It's a little expensive but I think it may be best that we sleep well tonight. That ... and I've managed to pick-pocket 20 sovereign off of some unsuspecting nobles on the way here.listulistulistu
Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

The short and stout barkeep walked over to the booth which contained Zander, the mage and the passed out warrior. -'Ey. The dwarf spoke through missing front teeth, -'E ought to be payin' fer dat there mug 'e threw against the wall 'fore 'e be leavin' 'ere. Zander quinced at the dwarven male's inability to pronounce the h on he. He. Zander cooed in irritation, will pay for that mug. I promise. Zander spoke, nodding his head. Unless you feel like taking him out back to beat him rather then making him pay. If so, be our guest. He is a lousy host anyways. Zander spoke, giving the dwarf a sly smile. I'll be back in twenty minutes. If dat dere mug isn't fixed or there ain't ten sovereigns on this table .. 'ye all be in trouble. Ten minutes pass with Rage still passed out on the table. Words hadn't been exchanged since the dwarven male left. A sigh passed through the lips of the elven male, Well, this is a predicament. I only had twenty sovereigns from the nobles. And it takes ten to pay for a single bedroom in Orzammar. Zander spoke, his eyes focusing on the female. Heh heh heh. The elf murmured to himself, Guess since we have to pay for Rage's ... rage. We'll have to share a bed, doll. Giving the mage a small wink. Rage stirred slowly, tilting his head to the right. His neck cracking in the process, No ..- Rage spoke with a small yawn, You will sleep somewhere in the slums. The male spoke as he pushed himself up right, another yawn passing through his lips. Along with that, you'll give me that twenty sovereign you got. Which will knock twenty off what you owed me for your little .. happy time with that blacksmith's daughter .. and the mage nad I will sleep in a room tonight. Far from you. Turning his head to the female, Sounds fair to me, don't you think? The male asked rhetorically. B-but ... No buts about it, Zander. This deal is final. This is unfair! Why do you get to sleep with the ebony goddess!? Rage shook his head in a slightly depressed manor, the elf simply didn't get it. There is a difference between sleeping in the same bed as then sleeping with, Zander ... now, go to the slum before I remove your fingers from your hands. The male spoke as he stepped up the stairs, Still unfair! Zander shouted. Yeah, yeah. Rage replied softly as he pushed the key into the door's key hole. Twisting it to unlock it, the male pushed the door open. Pretty standard room bed, pillows, blanket, table and a chair. Shrugging softly, the male walked to the chair, plopping down. He only called the room to spare the girl from Zander's constant perverted nature. Twisting in the chair, the male plopped his legs over the arm, a small sigh escaping his lips before a yawn. Though, as much as I hope he'll be gone ... he'll be outside the door in the morning. So, watch your step. The male spoke to Deacon as he closed his eyes, And as you can tell .. you get the bed to yourself.
Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

Ebony ? Zander, I'm only a few shades darker then you, she retorted silently. Ever since they found that starstruck elven rogue at Rage's village, he displayed his lack of color-seeing ability. When Rage and Deacon seen a hue of blue, he had seen 'sea green'. When they seen yellow, he seen goldenrod. It wasn't very surprising that he had mistaken her sand-toned flesh for that of a Qunari. While she found it a little unjust to make him sleep in the slums with the branded commoners and beggars, but she was in no position to protest. While the elf scampered off, Deacon had need to comment on the hilarity of their situation. You do realize he'll probably seduce some poor, unsuspecting dwarven girl and spend the night in her bed, right? Suddenly I'm beginning to envision the blacksmith situation all over again. She bowed her head and caressed her temples with her index finger and thumb, sighing, then glancing back once more in the direction where Zander fled off in. Shortly thereafter, the pair arrived at the inn. It was a neat little operation, spick-and-spand. While Deacon was particularly accustomed to the lack of windows, she knew that it suffice seeing as she'd be sleeping for the majority of her time there. Even from their room Deacon marveled at the dwarven architectural work. The intricacy was unfathomable virtually everything carved from stone, earth and marble. The gentle glimmer of quartz on the walls were enough to lull the desert-dwelling mage off into a silent slumber. Sleep where you wish, Deacon retorted silently. She removed her footwear and set it at the foot of the cot, then removed her gauntlets, cured leather pauldrons and lastly her chest piece. Her black cardigan was next to fall, leaving her leggings and tunic to shield her body from the elements. Underneath her armor she had a very soft, feminine shape. Her hips were wide and waist slim she was host to strong, powerful legs which were slightly scarred from her magi training all those man years ago. She laid her clothing a top the smooth cotton blanket and approached the stone unit forged for the usage of bathing. Much to her merriment there had been two pails of piping hot water placed there shortly before their arrival, no doubt to be used by patrons. You should bathe while we have the chance, she suggested, removing her hair tie then running her long, elegant fingers through her thick, unruly mane. And clean your clothing and armor, too. It looks like it needs to be recommissioned. listulistulistu
Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

That's precisely it. I haven't seen a nude man in years. Her voice was stale, but she decided to entertain the drunken man's foolishness while she estimated the damage done her to armor. While he bathed, she removed her leggings one pant leg at a time and examined them. There was a fist sized hole below her thigh which could have used some patching. She pulled her rucksack up from the side of the cot and rummaged through it, searching for her thread and thimble. There was just enough left to patch the hole she stopped, drew in a breath, and thanked the Maker - something she had rarely done - for being able to find it. While she was weaving away at the stretchy material, sewing up the rip, she heard the warrior cry for her. Of course his not-so-polite-usage of mage made her blood boil, but she was too tired and too tipsy to even bother caring. She laid her leggings down and traveled to the room conjoined to the main chamber - which was fairly petite in itself - and swung open the door with little to no warning. What? she inquired, her voice both drab and fatigued. When she noticed the wound her sweet, jade eyes took on a different facade. She approached him silently and examined the gash with her eyes only at first. But she then used her fingers to probe the outer perimeters of the wound. Is it tender? she questioned. After evaluating the wound she concluded that it was indeed infect. Fuck, Rage. You're quite the daft one. You should have told me the second you got this and I could have healed it. Now this is going to be even more troublesome to heal. That and she wouldn't be able to bathe immediately as she had first hoped. I don't even know if I have any of that anti-biotic ointment left. He'd better hope I do, or this is going to be one, painful night. Be lucky you're drunk. Otherwise you'd be howling right now. She placed her palm flat and firm over the opening in his flesh. A low, white light began to emitting from her palm. He would be feeling a warm, balmy sensation at first but it would quickly transcribe into a sharp, jutting feeling. It's probably been left for days to fester under your armor, you idiot. I can't heal this entirely, I'm going to need pharmaceuticals now. Go get my rucksack.listulistulistu