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Thread: Never be the new kid (Slayer Knight and Shards)

Chase couldn't believe it he tried to shake his head to deny it only as he felt the pressure of him pushing into his virgin hole he gave a whimper and leaned against the wall. He didn't know why yet as he felt Sam full seated within he actually felt relaxed as he gave a groan with panted breathe. He didn't understand it, yet as Sam started to pound into him he started to give a moan as he felt the hand grip and stroke his member in time. It was painful no doubt on that yet he kept feeling pleasure consuming him slowly and even as he looked to see other watching he only got tighter around Sam's cock as it got him even more turned on. He couldn't deny the fact he was liking this he only wished that he could.
Thread: Never be the new kid (Slayer Knight and Shards)

Sam couldn't believe the beauty of it all, the pleasure of plowing into the ass of such a beautiful person like Chase. Even better still, Chase was a virgin. Sam could feel it. Moaning and groaning in ecstasy, he knew his orgasm was drawing near, it was just so tight. His balls tightened and his member warmed up, tension building in his entire body as he was buried balls deep inside the young brunette's ass. Seeing the others around him, stroking their own manhoods to the beautiful erotic sight only made things more pleasurable. Soon, the audience of his fellow dorm mates began to cum, one by one. Henry, the uke twin, came first, shooting his seed downward onto Chase's toes, his dominant twin Willis following a minute later, inside of his brother. It was kind of a double feature of sorts, Sam and Chase saw Henry and Willis fuck each other, and the twins got a good show themselves. The circle jerk around the couple continued in the shower. Martin, the tall blonde, groaned loudly as he shot his spunk all over the legs and hips of both Sam and his submissive partner, while Shogo, the beautiful Japanese boy erupted onto Chase's beautiful face, coating it. Sam himself felt his own climax, filling Chase with his hot, thick, virile essence.
Thread: Never be the new kid (Slayer Knight and Shards)

Chase couldn't believe the way it felt as he hung his head no longer looking around as he lost himself to the pleasure. Even the pain wasn't pain for him anymore. oh god he moaned out as he actually started to feel his own climax the same time as the other's came. It was as he felt the cum splatter across his face that he came hard on to the floor tile. Panting even going to the point he licked away the cum on his face. He seemed to not care at the moment with how good it felt for him. Though it was starting to settle over him at the fact that he had just enjoyed that experience. His body tired and shaking as he had to press against the wall to keep from losing his footing.
Thread: Never be the new kid (Slayer Knight and Shards)

Sam gently pulled out of Chase, marveling at the river of spunk that flowed out of his ass. Holding the brunette to keep him from falling, Sam licked Shogo's cum, which was covering Chase's beautiful face. Sam was full of pure joy as he kissed Chase underneath the shower, washing him off. It was around that time, after they had been cleaned, that one of the twins shut off the water. Stepping out into the locker room to dry off, Sam grabbed Chase, making sure that neither of them would get dressed. Kid, we're going in the nude tonight. Besides, sleeping naked feels really good and is very soothing. Come on, let's get to bed. You look exhausted! Sam kissed the boy, and the two walked off to bed, completely naked. Cuddling under the sheets and covers, Sam spooned Chase, kissing him. I love you, Chase.
Thread: Never be the new kid (Slayer Knight and Shards)

Chase seemed to be a little more than out of it as he was washed. Though as he was pulled from getting dressed he was shocked. But . . . I don't he said only to be pulled to the room rather quickly stopping him from even being able to speak. As he hit the pillow and the covers came over him he found that he lost the urge to fight against this. His body tired as his mind seemed to be gone. He gave a sigh as he fell asleep not hearing what had been said to him.
Thread: An open window spells invitation (Demure+Lanolyt)

Plotline Jesselyn Hart is a popular author, who has escaped the hustling, bustling city to finish her latest novel in the peaceful country side. Its not long before she begins to feel weary of unseen eyes watching her every move. As a fantasy novelist, she writes about fairies and magical creatures. However, she hardly believes them to be real. She's about to be proven quite wrong. As the fear of watching eyes melts away to a strong curiosity, followed by an even stranger attraction of the unknown, she leaves her window open. An invitation.
Thread: An open window spells invitation (Demure+Lanolyt)

Leaving the city was always strange. The air in the country lacked a certain smell, an electric energy, that the city had. It was dark when she arrived at her Grandparents old estate. The sky was deep blue and studded with thousands of stars, each shining like a diamond. Jesselyn slid out of the car and immediately began to shiver, as she wrapped her arms around herself and jogged towards the front door. Sliding her key into the lock, she was greeted to a slightly dusty smell, and encroaching shadows. Stepping inside the manor, she felt along the all for a light switch, and finally found it. The lights flickered on, revealing a large living room filled with furniture draped in white sheets. Home sweet home... she said to herself as she set her suit case next to the couch, and pulled the sheets off. Flopping down on the couch, she looked up at the ceiling for a few moments, before laying her arm over her face and sighing. Before too long, she slipped into an easy slumber, head filled with thoughts of deadlines and story lines.
Thread: An open window spells invitation (Demure+Lanolyt)

Oh...but she was trying her best. There were no longer fairies in the area to take the eggs, but Vergalad gave them to a hungry fox mother with a wounded leg and four kits. In return, he selected a bracelet. A unique one, for it was carved of ivory...and was begemmed in the same wise as the comb he had left with her all those years ago. Smiling, he grew the moss of the sill, until it spelled words to make her ponder. 'Dost Thou Believe' Before he would approach, he would hear it from her own lips. In the distance thunder crashed and he could smell the ozone carried far on the winds. The grove was gone, and with it the carefully woven protections. Well he knew how one favored would be targeted. So with bronze knife, he recarved the old sigils above each door and window, until the dark storm broke upon him. The grimbeasts strove to tear at the old oak and the nearby house, but his spells remained resolute. In the house, not a peal of thunder nor splash of rain on the window was heard. Finally, the sun's rays broke the horizon and the darkness retreated. Exhausted and drenched, he lay in the tree shivering and hungry. It was amazing what humans never kenned that passed all around them. He watched her prepare for her day through the large leaded glass windows. Would she notice his gift. Would she invite him in? He didn't think she had noticed the comb as yet. A late fog arose, obscuring the house from normal vision, yet he watched her in the cold of morning, waiting...he was good at that.
Thread: An open window spells invitation (Demure+Lanolyt)

Wow, that is really annoying, I already posted my reply once and it seems it didn't make it through As Jesselynn finished her omelet, she set her dirty dishes in the sink. Looking out onto the sill she noted that it was a stormy and gloomy day outside. She also noticed that her offerings off eggs and milk were gone, and felt a tremor of shock race through her system. Had her Grandma been telling the truth about elves and fairies? Get ahold of yourself Jesselynn.... Wild animals took the food, that's all she chortled to herself. Wild animals could not explain what she saw on her sill though. Doth thou believe written in moss. She felt herself shake with slight fear, as she looked around her yard and house. Had someone written this during the night? How could they? It was moss. Those words hadn't been there last night right? She couldn't remember. The paranoia of being watched set deep into her bones, almost like an ache. Her breath hitched, and her nostrils flared slightly, as she paced nervously. Like a rabbit scenting a nearby predator. Reason set in fairly quick afterwards, and she threw her head back and laughed. Of course it had been there last night, there was no way moss grew that quickly.... It was likely that her Grandmother had written it many years ago. Relief washed over her. I think I took a wrong turn down crazy lane she said to herself, as she walked upstairs and into the bathroom. Slipping out of her clothes, she stopped to look at herself in the full length mirror. She certainly no waif, she was a curvy girl, with DDD breasts, and a healthy, rounded waist. Her skin was pale, and her eyes were large and deep azure in color, framed with long, black eyelashes that fanned against her high cheekbones. Turning on the taps to the bathtub, it began to fill with hot water. She opened a bottle of bubble bath and poured a healthy amount into the porcelain tub. Slipping into the water, she let her head rest against the cool white surface, and closed her eyes.
Thread: An open window spells invitation (Demure+Lanolyt)

Why did human work so hard to ignore what was before them. He watched as she took back the plates and read the message. Then he noticed that the opening of the window had knocked the bracelet onto the ground. Invisibly, he entered the opened window, and placed the bracelet on the counter of the bathroom, next to the tub where she had placed the comb. The breeze slowly blew the window shut behind him and he noted with alarm that the frame was bound in cold iron. He wasn't going out by that route. Also, the handles on the doors of the bathroom...Old black hammered iron. He gulped. well, he was in the deep of it now... Her well curved body contained all the sensuality of two elvish ladies and as she prepared for her bath, he also stripped and pleasured himself, spraying into the bubbles, leaving a white trail across them. As she sank into the tub, the steam filled the bathroom. It was such pleasure to watch her body outlines in the froth, and he grinned when she reached for the comb to find just a bit more. What fun to tease her. He was relaxing and watching her, when there was the tiniest of sounds. Old plaster was all that had held the great 2 x 3 foot mirror next to the tub. The iron screws had rusted away years before, leaving mere crust to hold its weight in place. Now, after years of drying out and cracking, the humidity swelled..and it gave way, pitching right before her, and about to hit the iron tub, to dash it self to razor sharp knives of destruction. But Vergalad was an elf, and in him speed was well defined. He was suddenly in the tub, and grabbing the wet mirror edges, allowing them to slice his hands as he arrested its deadly motion. He gasped as back bowed and facing upward, the mirror pressed against him. And then he realized...though invisible he might be, the imprint of his body was on the mirror, his feet in the tub made holes in the foam, and his blood was quite noticeable as it dripped down the mirror. To late to hide what was. He stepped from the tub to the mat, slowly placing the mirror down and against the wall. Not yet revealing himself, but amused that there was and imprint of his member on the mirror, he supposed that introductions were in order. Peace upon you. I am a guardian by choice of this house and those who have been beloved of my lost friend, Jessie Lynn. If you bear me no ill will, please open the door or window that I may go forth. I mislike being in a prison bound with iron. I am now wounded and would not trouble you. The blood from his hands slowly dripped into the sink as he clenched them.
Thread: An open window spells invitation (Demure+Lanolyt)

Jesselynn blinked. Everything happened so quickly. First the mirror had pitched forward at an alarming speed. She had felt her heart shoot to her throat in terror. But, something had stopped it. It was amazing actually, because the mirror had stopped falling of its own will... Or had it? Then, there had been the feeling of something sinking into the tub with her, not something huge... But definitely apparent. She gasped and covered herself in shock, staring at the mirror as it was suspended above her head. That was when she noticed something odd. There was an imprint on the mirror... And it sort of looked like a... Penis...? she muttered to herself, surprised. She broke free of the thought, when she noticed the blood flowing into the tub, she shot up and nearly fell over into the wall. When the voice filled the room, she stood shock still. H-Hello....? she asked cautiously, water dripping down every curve. I'll let you go... B-But please reveal yourself first she stammered, feeling very self concious. The towel was all the way across the bathroom, and she wasn't sure what she dealing with... He said he was the guardian of the house... Which should make her feel better... But it really didn't because he was invisible. He could be terribly deformed and blood thirsty for all she knew.
Thread: An open window spells invitation (Demure+Lanolyt)

Vergalad's heart sank. But she had him fairly trapped, and he could not leave without her help. So, he took a deep breath and leaned inward to kiss her right eye, giving her the Sight. Stepping back, she would now perceive the slim form. Muscles like braided ropes laid across each other rolled under his lightly tanned skin, and hands a big large for his five foot frame wrung themselves in worry. But those hand contained another surprise as each sported a spare finger. His face was ruggedly handsome with a nose just a little too sharp to match the point of his chin...and the points of his ears. Slanted green eyes that lacked any apparent pupil peered at her and looked away, ashamed to be caught. Moving down, his erect member was near her eye level jutting proudly out and up. Lady, Thou dost see me as I am, I beg The ask no more questions of Thy elf this day, but let him depart unto the safety of the woo... He had started to say woods, but then remembered. safety of the Tree. His image would be instantly familiar as it was repeated throughout her grandmother's sketches. Please speak not my name, as I would seek no disaster. Merely call me Watcher, Protector Elf....perhaps friend. He shook and looked at his hands. The cuts were already closing, and the spilled blood fading into the semiclearness of sap. If I go now, I will return when the moon rises...if the door is open.
Thread: An open window spells invitation (Demure+Lanolyt)

Lanolyt said Vergalad's heart sank. But she had him fairly trapped, and he could not leave without her help. So, he took a deep breath and leaned inward to kiss her right eye, giving her the Sight. Stepping back, she would now perceive the slim form. Muscles like braided ropes laid across each other rolled under his lightly tanned skin, and hands a big large for his five foot frame wrung themselves in worry. But those hand contained another surprise as each sported a spare finger. His face was ruggedly handsome with a nose just a little too sharp to match the point of his chin...and the points of his ears. Slanted green eyes that lacked any apparent pupil peered at her and looked away, ashamed to be caught. Moving down, his erect member was near her eye level jutting proudly out and up. Lady, Thou dost see me as I am, I beg The ask no more questions of Thy elf this day, but let him depart unto the safety of the woo... He had started to say woods, but then remembered. safety of the Tree. His image would be instantly familiar as it was repeated throughout her grandmother's sketches. Please speak not my name, as I would seek no disaster. Merely call me Watcher, Protector Elf....perhaps friend. He shook and looked at his hands. The cuts were already closing, and the spilled blood fading into the semiclearness of sap. If I go now, I will return when the moon rises...if the door is open. Click to expand... Jesselyn was relieved, but shocked. Her 'prisoner' was an elf... A naked elf. His looks were attractive, but not perfect, which in her opinion was better than complete asymmetric features. It gave him more character she thought. Then it hit her, this was the Elf that her Grandmother had drawn in the sketch book. And he had a large, erect penis... Right at her eye level. She blushed and looked away nearly stammering. Ah... Yes of course, I... Um... she began walking to the window and opening it. She noticed the comb on the floor and picked it up, frowning slightly when she noticed that it was fixed . She looked at him in surprise. Did you fix this? she asked, forgetting about the naked penis. She blushed even brighter, and looked away again.
Thread: An open window spells invitation (Demure+Lanolyt)

Feeling her discomfort at his nakedness, he took a towel from the wall and wrapped himself. But his own eyes scanned her own lovely form. A breast so full...hips so inviting. The delta of her legs so delicious... At her question, he lifted the bracelet from the floor to also present to her. Twould not have been meet for such a fine arm ring to have a sullied comb to match. Reaching out, a flick of his hand banished the water from her luxurious tresses, and body. His lips mumbled some like a child's song and her hair turned and wove itself into braids that were patterned over her head and down her back. Timidly, he took the comb from her and set it into her hair like a tiara. There, tis properly used. My thanks for releasing me. I did but enter to give this bracelet. It fell down and were missed. Welcome to Thy house. It suites Thee well. An Thou allow it, I would watch the creations of words with Thy stylus. Mayhap will I assist Thy muse, lady. He turned to the mirror, which rose and reattached itself to the wall, all corrosion banished from both its supports and its silvery surface. I shall return when the moon rises. And then he was gone in an eyeblink. Taking her towel with himself, but leaving her nude and dry.
Thread: An open window spells invitation (Demure+Lanolyt)

Once he disappeared, she felt her knees weaken and had to reach for something to steady herself. So, either she was going crazy, or her Grandmother had been completely true about the mystical creatures. She looked at herself in the mirror, noted how the jewelry looked on her and wondered about his words. And then, the thought of his erection entered her mind again, and she felt herself becoming slightly aroused. Stepping out of the bathroom, she walked to her room, breasts jiggling, unbound and impressive. She bent over in the room to pull clothing from her suitcase, finding a pair of under wear and a bra, as well as a strapless dress before beginning to dress. She slid the panties up her long legs in one fluid motion, leaning forward to complete the task, forcing her large breasts to fall forward slightly, swaying lightly. Next she unclasped her strapless bra, and slid it on, turning the back to the front of her so that she could reclasp it, before swiveling it around and pulling it up. Her breast were large enough to make the task somewhat cumbersome, and they resisted for a few moments before being pressed down into the cotton prison. She stepped into the dress and pulled it up as well, reaching behind her back with a long, slim arm to pull the zipper up in back. She found herself quite nervous all day long. She couldn't concentrate on writing, as she had so many questions for him buzzing around in her head. She paced too and fro in a dazed state until she noticed that it was getting dark outside. Her heart leapt to her throat it seemed.
Thread: An open window spells invitation (Demure+Lanolyt)

From his tree perch, the elf watch her movements, every harmonic swing of her heavy breasts causing a correlated twing and pulse in his rehardened member. How did her curvy body affect him so? Elf girls were slim as a willow wand, nipples tiny and resting almost flat to their chests. Once he had appreciated that, but now...now measured against a breast that screamed out 'I AM nurturing and the definition thereof.' She moved with such sweet bounce, as though her body was composed of enthused rabbits. He sucked in his breath as she straightened. Looking down, he willed his penis to calm. He was amazed that it disobeyed him. It knew better than he how to select a proper partner. Frustrated with his own reactions, he shook out his hair and considered how to meet her this time. He'd certainly made a mess of things up to now. Fortunately, all he heard and saw, he remembered, and he recalled the ray dee oh, and tee vee projections jessie had listened to when she thought him far. He would use them for a basis. Summoning the greenery around himself, he crafted a leaf green business suit with red veined pin stripes. Squirrel and badger hair with wood blocks became reddish grey felt boots, and spider silk became his ivory shirt. He had gems for cuff links and a broach at his throat. Finally, his long hair was bound back into a braided pony tail. With a tray of crystal sugar honey treats, shaped like various Fae, and a bunch of wildflowers, he stepped up to tap the window pane. Remembering his line, he said. I have come acourtin' liddle lalady. Wone chu let this ol hoss in fer a spell. He beamed with pride at having said it right.
Thread: An open window spells invitation (Demure+Lanolyt)

She tuned to face the rap at the window. Ah, yes, Please come in she invited as she opened the window for him. She noted that he looked quite handsome in his suit, with his hair bound and braided. She reached out and offered her arm to help steady him as he came through the window. She had many questions to ask him, and now that he was here she was feeling jittery and nervous. Suddenly the image of his penis popped into her head and she flushed bright red. She rubbed her hands against her face to try and get a hold of herself. Please have a seat she offered, gesturing towards the couch.
Thread: An open window spells invitation (Demure+Lanolyt)

Vergalad was enchanted by her, and particularly by how he could smell her arousal. Well Howdy to ya too, Ma'am. Ah'm a cottonin ta...ta... Oh phooey! I really was trying to do this courting talk I'd heard. But it just doesn't work for me. Lady, I'm certain we each have questions. I'll answer a few....I'm some where over 600 years old. Yes, I do magic. I am here to protect you. Your Grandmother was my friend and I miss her. And I do find you very attractive. Oh! and please call me Ver. My friends do, and I desire us to be good...no, the BEST of friends. Might I have a name to call you? As he moved and crossed his legs, his suit, which had been drying out, began to crack and shred. Suddenly, he buried his face in his hands. I'm sorry, I tried to be the good suitor....I even brought a suit. Soon the suite was gone and he sat in his shirt, which did a fair job of covering his privates. Do I need to leave already?