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Thread: He's not good enough (Fulicious x Moon Struck Fox)

When Alex did finally wake it was with something of a start, his eyes suddenly snapping open as he jerked into a sitting up position, something he immediately regretted as almost his entire body felt sore, the boy wincing and clutching at various points on his body as he felt the pain. It took a few moments for him to remember....to realise he hadn't just been dreaming....the memory of the house all started to come back, the odd noises, the bloodcurdling scream...that particular memory made him shiver in fear and disgust. But then he remembered being trapped beneath all of the rubble of the house, remembered everything going black as he had passed out....and then he realised he wasn't in a hospital....certainly not anything he'd recognise as a hospital anyway. H-huh....? He looked around slowly, curtains on all sides of the huge, incredibly comfortable bed that he was laying on. With a few moments of hesitation, Alex slowly reached out, gently grasping one of the curtains and slowly pulling it aside, revealing the rather unusual looking room that he was in. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the light, the thick curtains having been keeping him mostly in darkness, though when his vision did come back to normal he wasn't entirely sure they weren't playing tricks on him. This...definitely isn't a hospital... Slowly, Alex swung his legs out over the side of the bed, then carefully began to stand, wincing a little and gently holding onto his side as he did so. His toes wiggled at the sensation of the soft, warm carpet, before he looked around to begin taking in his surroundings. Where....where am I...? He took a few slow, careful steps, letting his body adjust to walking with the soreness still running through his legs and chest. ....Am I dead...? Is this...heaven..? Hell...? Before Alex could question himself too much, he heard a noise from across the room, turning quickly, perhaps too quickly, to see what it was, wincing and clutching at his side again as Ezequiel walked into the room, carrying a tray of rather good smelling food. A-ah...I... The man seemed friendly enough, bringing over the good and setting it down, then introducing himself. When he mentioned that this was his home, Alex began to suspect more and more that this wasn't the afterlife. If it was Heaven then why was he still feeling soreness and pain? And if it was Hell....well...he would've expected far more pain than this. I.....I'm Alex....Alex Konstance.... He approached the bed slowly, looking at the breakfast....he really did feel hungry...it was like he'd been asleep for days. I....did you save me...? I remember the house...but then nothing...what happened? Alex slowly sat down on the bed, looking between Ezequiel and the food, before suddenly going to start eating rather quickly.
Thread: He's not good enough (Fulicious x Moon Struck Fox)

he smiled a little as he watched the human freak out a little, it was kind of cute really, how terrified he was all of a sudden, it made his face do interesting things. the little blond really was rather adorable, he had to admit the little human was handling it better than any other Ezequiel ha ever met. the last several had immidiatly started screaming and flinging things at them, loudly praying to their silly god and holding out crosses in the hopes he would be chased away. that had been several centuries ago though, these 20'th century... or was it the twenty first? whatever, these new age kids seemed to be made of much sterner stuff. he headed down to his kitchen and picked up his wine glass, the contents certainly not wine, and headed into his 'living room' to read a book while Gideon decided what he was going to do. he looked up as he watched the boy step in and he tilted his head towards a chair. please, sit, you look exaughsted. you shouldn't be up and walking around so soon, you where badly injured after all and need to heal. he ordered, shutting his book, setting his glass down and rising up to offer Alex his arm for support so he could walk himself to the chair with less pain. are you hungry still? why didn't you simply ring the bell? Ezequiel calmly chastised. honestly, i'd forgotten how stubborn humans can be, i really should have known better. he grumbled as he slid his book back into the bookshelf. ...that sounded rude didn't it? i apologize. i really don't have anything against humans, i just don't interact with them very often... or at all... after they tried to carve my heart out in my own bed i've been a little wary about introducing myself to them again. they think this place is haunted now, you see, so they don't come here often... at all. it was easy to see that Ezequiel was more than a little mad, it was a harmless sort of mad, but he'd been alone for far too long, and wasn't really used to interacting with people. oh, are you bored? i could take you to the room with the Television in it? he offered, his head tilted. i have a computer in there as well, and i found the phone too! you could get in contact with your freinds, let them know your alright? he offered, his head tilted a little as he blinked at Alex, waiting for a response before pausing as he seamed to hear something, his head cocking to the side like a curious puppy. i do hope you'll let yourself fully recover before trying to go back home though, you might damage something even worse if you do that. he warned. you really should have stayed in bed... ugh, short post is short. sorry.
Thread: He's not good enough (Fulicious x Moon Struck Fox)

Hehe, don't worry about it After a short time of more or less blind wandering Alex seemed to find himself in some kind of large old fashioned living room, Ezequiel sitting in a large chair, sipping on what looked like a dark red wine from a distance. Though given what the man had said about himself earlier...well....Alex didn't want to dwell on the contents of the glass for too long really. Ah....I...couldn't just lay around...it didn't feel right. Besides...I already feel like I've slept enough in the past few days.. Alex looked up as the man approached and offered his arm for support. At first he intended to dismiss the offer, but when a few more steps caused his legs to begin wobbling he quickly reached out to gently take Ezequiel's arm, moving over to a large chair and slowly sitting down, taking the pressure off his wounds and immediately making him feel significantly better. No, I'm not still hungry...and I didn't know there was a bell to ring...though it would've felt rather strange to do that if I had known... Alex rubbed his side gently, watching as Ezequiel went to put back the book he had been reading, his comment bringing a slight smile to Alex's lips. Well...I guess stubborn is one way to put it yes When he mentioned humans trying to carve out his heart, it reminded Alex of the Dracula books and movies more than anything else. Could this guy be anything to do with those? The inspiration behind them perhaps? Then again it was beginning to become more than reasonable to assume that there really had been a vampire named Dracula, or perhaps even still was. Alex doubted very much that Ezequiel was the only one of his kind....although if he wasn't then it raised the question of why he was here alone instead of living amongst other vampires. Maybe they were just anti-social creatures in general. Back home...? I....don't have a home to go back to. The place that was destroyed...that was my foster home. The only place I could possibly go back is the orphanage, but if I did then there'd be so many questions that I wouldn't know how to answer. If I told the truth they'd just lock me up as crazy or arrest me and accuse me of being behind it all... He sighed softly, slowly shaking his head. I don't have any friends to call either...I never really got to stay in one place long enough to make any friends at school, and the orphanage...well...let's just say that those aren't people you really want to be friends with Alex reached up to gently rub his face, taking a deep breath. But then what else can I do? I have to go somewhere after all. But even if I did go back to the orphanage and I did manage to bluff my way out of what happened.....nobody would ever want to take me in again. And in 2 years I'd be turfed out and left to fend for myself. Damnit.....I really thought....I thought this one was going to be different...I guess this is my punishment for daring to hope something good might happen in my fucked up life....
Thread: I hate those guys

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Thread: I hate those guys

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Thread: The Sylvan Labyrinth (Tammy & ink)

Prologue L ocal mom on quest for her son 16 year old Aaron still missing by P. Ink Police have frustratingly little evidence as they search for Aaron , who disappeared from a school trip about two weeks ago on Thursday night shortly before.... Click to expand... There had been a call, on a rainy April afternoon, about three days ago. I can help you to find your son, a voice, neither distinctively male nor female, had sung without any greeting or explanation. In the silence that had followed pleas, and insults and sobbing a heartbeat had been hearable before the stranger had continued. Come! Come to me and I tell you where you find your son. Then a click. The busy signal had sounded so much like the weeping of a mourning widow, doleful and never-ending. Most people , husbands and fathers for an instance, would have taken it for a tasteless joke or an amateurish attempted blackmail. But mothers sometimes view thinks from a different angle, don't they? The tattered, unstamped letter that arrived the very next morning fueled the hope even more. 'Come' was scribbled on a dirty, old piece of paper, in a ponderously convoluted handwriting. A handwriting that was strangely enticing, much like the proverbial song of the sirens. A simple word, four entwined letters that made the skin tickle as if it were covered with thousand busy beetles. A simple word, framed by countless inkstains and splotches, that made hair stand on end, made nipples feel as if they were about to burst, that made the nether regions tingle and eventually made you obey in more than one way. Who had ever heard of such a thing? But still it had happened. One simple word had led to a moment of bliss and one single moment of bliss had provided an answer. A raddled envelope, ripped apart in the moment of climaxing pleasure, had born another piece of paper, small and yellowed. The add had lead to an old, but luxurious hotel half across the country. To a hotel with a vast park bordering to the very forest that had swallowed up Aaron, almost two weeks ago. The hotel was a place out of a fairy tale. Despite its age and the fact that it was build in dark, neo-gothic style it was not creepy at all. Thousands of lampions and lights illuminated the corridors and lobbies, the salons and stairways and even the park, lying behind the mansion in the lush greens of April. Even the swimming pools and ponds were filled with little, floating lights from the moment the sun disappeared behind the tree crowns. And there were people, a lot of people. All joyful and friendly, much unlike people usually tended to be - even when on vacation. They danced and laughed and savored the unnumbered treasures, big and small, that were offered by the hotel and its devoted staff. But who can one enjoy such profanities when sorely missing a beloved person? Who can enjoy the company of many when the one desired person is missing? And who can find comfort in the light when darkness itself was trying to impregnate a person's heart?
Thread: The Sylvan Labyrinth (Tammy & ink)

Ch. 1 - 13. 4. 2012 It is close after midnight. The unusually large full moon is cloud covered and the night is dark. After it had rained more than half of the day the evening had been agreeably warm and pleasant. The night has driven away most of this warmth, however, but left the rain's wetness behind in the lush, green grass and the leaves of the trees. A balmy breeze blows trough the foliage and fills the nightly silence with a steady rustling. For some this might be one of the most soothing sounds on earths while others are troubled by it. Most of the lights and lamps, torches and lampions, candles and floating tealights have been extinguished or burnt out but there are still some left, bathing the park with its arbors and terraces in a fading light that is batteling the dancing shadows. Your room is dark and cold, because for some reasons the window, overlooking park and forest, is open. On the nightstand your cellphone shines bright in the darkness. There are messages from both your husband and your best friend, begging you to return home and leave the search for your son to the police. Next to the cellphone lies the damaged letter. Are you asleep? Are you asleep? he asked in his cocky, youthful voice and grinned. ? Are you asleep? he asked hustling, hustling like a child who desperately wanted something without any actual need. His mind floated over the resting body of the woman. What a beauty she was! So buxom, lively and with a burning desire she had buried deep within herself, years ago. Did she even know about all the lewd cravings and desires, he wondered as covered the hotel room, pirouetting and doing saltos. Oh, how he longed to touch her, to taste her to feel her...but right now he was nothing more as a conscious mind, separated from his mortal hull, a disembodied voice - a ghost, if you will. Like a wisp of wind he hovered over the woman giving her as much of a touch as it was possible. Brushed over her heavy breasts and her perky nipples trough the soft cloth of her nightgown, imagined the warmth of her lap. 'Mhmmmm' We wanted to touch her with his hands, taste her with his tongue, feel her wet cunt wrapped around his shaft, defile her with his unholy seed. Tasty, so tasty, he murmured. With a chuckle he scooped away from the bed and right onto the windowsill. I can help you to find your son, come to me and I will tell you - tell you everything! Come! And he was gone. This time he had left no letter behind. Just a feeling of urgency and a picture in the woman's head. A picture of the dark forest that loomed merely a quarter of a mile behind the hotel. Into the wood the picture screamed silently. There 's no time to waste. Come before the night is over. Come, now! And again his command to 'come' was meant in more than one way...
Thread: The Sylvan Labyrinth (Tammy & ink)

She had feared the whole thing was a sick prank or wild goose chase, but as she burst from her sleep she knew she had been wrong. On her feet in seconds she was breathing heavy as her head spun and her heart raced. She could still hear his voice calling her name Tammy. And felt a deep longing in herself to rush to the voice, for her child right? The urgency felt so powerful she didn't have time to get dressed. She through on the motel house coat over her tank top and underwear before running out the door into the wet night. It was silent flip flops and her breath was all she could hear. That and the echoign memory of his voice telling her there was no time and that she must hurry. God she had to hurry! Her form slipped through the darkness and shivered lightly against the sudden temperature change. She swallowed as she ran into the woods and her hair danced wildly in the wind.
Thread: The Sylvan Labyrinth (Tammy & ink)

The nightly air is cool and smells of rain and more and more of forest soil, rotting leaves and fresh resin. Theres also a slight scent of musk probably from wild hogs that lurk in the woods near the hotel. A forest path is nowhere to be seen even though these parts should have quite a lot of them tourists might like to hike, after all. Luckily the forests floor is mossy and soft and there are only few natural tripping hazards. But as the lights of the hotel begin to die in the distance the undergrowth gets denser He knew that she would be coming the moment the woman-creature had entered the woods. A delicate network of webs had told him and so had the spiders. The spiders were reliable, little scouts eagerly feeding him with all the little whispers and pieces of knowledge they could gather on their travels through the woods and the humans stone-web. So knew exactly where his prey would come along, and he knew it before his prey knew. In a hollow trunk he cowered as he first heard her. Then he smelled here, saw here. Tasty! He clicked with his spider-like jaws, slaver dripping down to the ground, sticky and white and thick. Like a wounded doe she stumbled through his parts of these woods, in panic and without aim. She would go into his net like a stupid, little fly not suspecting her fate until it was too late. And he would fest on her but it was not the normal hunger for flesh that had driven him out of his net-fortress in the treetops He jumped out of his hiding place the moment his fly came across. Bulky and lurking he stood there, 6 foot tall and with skin of a dark purple. Jaws clicking, drooling he took a step closer, pushing his deformed, humanoid body towards the woman. His spider-like face formed a grin but who could have told? Hello, little fly, the Ettercap hissed, always ready to jump forward and throw his prey to the ground, always ready to catch her with his net, shackle her and mate with her until her womb would be filled with his thick, sticky seed. What brings you to the commuting area of my net?
Thread: The Sylvan Labyrinth (Tammy & ink)

She had to find the man that knew where her son was! She was running half dressed through the woods with panic on her face. She wasn't a good runner and her form was terrible, arm wrapped around herself to keep her breast from bouncing out her nighty, the other ahead of her trying to keep all these webs from her face and hair. She was breathing hard and it was no surprise she never saw it coming. She hit the trap hard and the fall disoriented her. She was trying to catc her breath and pull herself free. Her night had ridden up over her bare ass and she was trying to pull whatevrr she was trapped in out of her hair when she looked up and saw the monster. Her throat closed and she couldn't scream, she was afraid she couldn't make a noise. Only stare shaking at the vaugely familair creature. She had seen something like that before...on the computer maybe but this one was real. And talking! I...I.. She couldn't form the words to speak
Thread: The Sylvan Labyrinth (Tammy & ink)

Shush now, human-thing! the creature whispered in its clicking voice as he came closer. The prey had walked into the trap, just has intended. She could still wiggle and flounce but she'd be unable to break free, unable to run from what was coming at her. The mating was inevitable now and deep within she had to know. From the Encyclopedia Sylvanica An Ettercap's saliva is said to be a very potent, natural adhesive. It is cool to the touch and exhales an unpleasant, caustic smell not unlike nail polish. It is relatively liquid at first but will soon become doughy and tear-proof when exposed to air for a longer time. Sticky slobber ran from the Ettercap's jaws and dripped on the woman's luscious body, barely covered by her torn nighty. Quickly the liquid became tough and narrowed the woman's freedom of movement further. You look tasty. So tasty! The creature tested the flesh of his victim with his jaws. Those humans were so soft, so fragile. He loved those soft, fleshy bodies. They felt so deliciously sensitive beneath his chitin armor yet they were surprisingly so tough. The Ettercap's insect cock began to swell and fill up with his seed. With a plop it fell out between his legs and erected. From the Encyclopedia Sylvanica The Ettercap's cock is a curious thing. It is best described as a long, flexible chitin tube with four to seven knots and a flat tip. During mating season the male Ettercap will implant fertilized eggs into a female's womb with this device. Outside mating season only a infertile ejaculate is emitted that usually serves as transport for the eggs and is oozy, cool and sticky. The ejaculation lasts for several minutes. Sadly it was not mating season. This woman-creature would serve as a great host for the Ettercap's eggs. Her wide abdomen would have taken a lot of eggs and given birth to a lot of Etercaplings. Those human female creatures were such useful devices, especially because they had two orifices that could be filled with eggs but it was no help. He would mate with her and he would fill her up with his sticky ejaculate but she wouldn't bear his spawn. Maybe he would keep her for later...or devour her. Time would tell... Claws ripped away what was left from the Tammy's nighty, leaving her pale flesh exposed to the cold night's air and the Ettercap's lecherous looks and touches. His claws scratched over the woman's ample tits, leaving red marks behind. Again and again he tugged at her breasts, which were so incomprehensible to his kind. Then he yanked her thighs apart. Ettercaps were feral creatures and mating was either for reproduction or quick drive satisfaction. There was no playfulness in it, not even lusty greed, no desire to explore or to take his time. He simply plunged his insect cock into Tammy's cunt. Simple and forceful. The slimy thing disappeared into the woman, knot for knot, for knot. Then the creature began to pump its ejaculate into the woman's womb.
Thread: The Sylvan Labyrinth (Tammy & ink)

When he was done he simply left. Left his prey lying on the damp forest floor, sticky, greenish cum flowing out of her cunt. He disappeared into the darkness of the woods without as much as a click of his jaw. Having sated his carnal needs the Ettercap had lost all interest in the human creature. Let me welcome you to my realm, the voice from the hotel room whispered from no distinct direction. I see you've already met one of its inhabitants. Without taking any shape the voice brushed over Tammy's abused body. Delicious, it whispered, just like the Ettercap had before but in a rather cocky, youthful way. Then he continued to explain. You've entered the Sylvan Labyrinth, an impressive achievement for a mortal. These woods, he said, swirling around the naked woman, these woods are not a part of your world and yet they are completely real - as you might have noticed. The creatures that dwell her...they are your worst nightmares or, judging by your whorish moans, they're probably your feverish, erotic dreams? but they can help you find....what you came looking for. The cocky voice paused. Your son - he's eagerly awaiting you're arrival. But you still have a long way to go. Here, the voice guided the woman's attention to a path that just appeared before their eyes. Follow this path and you might find...some light in the darkness. The path is tree-lined and soft beneath your feet. In a distance the dim light of a pair of lampions can be seen. They are no regular torches, however. If you take a look at them you can see that they are hollowed pumpkins filled with candles. But there are no faces carved in the vegetable but rather naughty scenes. They show a big-breasted woman being taken by various creatures. If you should advance the path you might figure that the number of pumpkins alongside the way will increase. You can follow the path to the end and you will come to an old, ruinous but well-light tower amidst a clearing. You could also leave the path and enter the dark woods, after all the lighted path and what lies at its end might be a trap.