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Thread: Mark of the Chosen [Mercury and Zprimal]

It'll only get better, Julius chuckled lowly as she leaned in for his lips. He shared a long moment caressing Tama intimately as she found his lips. It must have been very uncomfortable for you at least. It was very brave of you. But know that the whole process of becoming Chosen would help reduce the discomfort you feel, His hands kneaded her bottom, And make you enjoy what it means to be Chosen. He groaned as she ground against him, the movement creating sparks of pleasure upon his tip. So do I. It would certainly be a shame if I let you slip by like that. But know that once I have you, He spanked her again, reddening her skin. Know that there will be no escape for you. There was a loud slap as he spanked her again, turning her skin flush. A digit slipped down her ass, delving down to brush against where she had indicated before retreating to circle it. We won't be trying that in full, unfortunately. I feel that we should not increase your discomfort further and also allow you to walk tomorrow. He thought for a second, a smirk splitting his face, There is a risk you'd have trouble returning properly tomorrow still since your body is not ready for handling most demons. The circle grew tighter, teasing the penetration of her rosebud once more. She parted for his finger easily, the ring of muscle clinging to him as he teased her ass. His finger thrust in and out of her at a leisurely pace, enjoying the female perched naked on his lap. He took his time with her, allowing themselves some room to breathe before her body sent signals that she was ready to be fucked again. It took a few minutes before the swelling of his knot subsided enough for him to pull free of her. Only a trickle managed to escape her, staining the grey fabric of the couch beneath her hips. His questing finger did not leave her despite this, his eyes watching her expanded irises, Let's give you some time to recover. In the meantime, we should see to getting you a warm bath. I think you'd enjoy it while I make some calls. His hands kneaded and stroked her one last time before he lifted her off his lap and took her hand in his, guiding her to the bathroom. The bathroom held a charming view of the cityscape with a marble whirlpool tub set by the reinforced windows. The dimmed lights brightened with their entrance, the tiled floor already warmed the heating systems. By the side of the tub were an assortment of bath salts, oils, herbs, and even some bath bombs, all of which produced a slight scent which perfumed the room. He got the water going for her before pulling on a robe and excusing himself. I'll be back shortly, And the door shut behind him. Once outside, he found his phone and began his preparations for tomorrow.
Thread: Looking for Mommy

Hey there, Was looking for a female to have text-based Mom-son role-play with. We will be using tlk.io to have real time chats.
Thread: A willing or unwilling patient

Beeeep
Thread: A willing or unwilling patient

Bummpp
Thread: Fx Any Play with me [FxF / Fx Futa]

Bump! New Plots Added!
Thread: Fx Any Play with me [FxF / Fx Futa]

Bump! Craving the celebrity RP!
Thread: Fx Any Play with me [FxF / Fx Futa]

Bump !
Thread: [NWoD] The Walking Dead: Evolution

Wow, I would definitely be interested.
Thread: [NWoD] The Walking Dead: Evolution

ok we have one interest so far
Thread: [NWoD] The Walking Dead: Evolution

How much would one have to know about The Walking Dead to take part? I've seen... none of it.
Thread: [NWoD] The Walking Dead: Evolution

Not much the characters will all be original characters. If you have discord I can bring you up to speed on what you need to know.
Thread: [NWoD] The Walking Dead: Evolution

I am on discord as well, SPAM 3684
Thread: [NWoD] The Walking Dead: Evolution

I cant find you KC
Thread: [NWoD] The Walking Dead: Evolution

How much WOD knoweldge would we need?
Thread: [NWoD] The Walking Dead: Evolution

not much I would explain if you dont know
Thread: To Melt a Frozen Heart  ( Honey + Dr.Freon )

His touch felt like hot coals when compared to her ice cold flesh, making her drooping eyes flutter open. She stared straight at him but didnt recognise him, she could hear the noise coming out of his mouth but she couldnt process it. At this point she was more like a porcelain doll than a living, breathing human being. Her mouth opened like she wanted to say something but everything was too numb, too foreign, for her to actually say anything. Soon that searing heat was surrounding her body as he lifted her off the ground, her limbs were slack and motionless as if all her ligaments had been severed. The only movement she seemed to make was the light flutter of her eyelids and the slow, shallow rising of her chest. More noise exited his mouth and entered her ears, she seemed to be able to pick up on a few of them but she couldnt quite remember what they meant or how they fit together. She felt like she should know, that something was wrong but she didnt have the energy in her to panic. The moment he left her in the living room alone Amy found she didnt like it. Sure it was warm but not as warm as his arm and didnt give her an ounce of comfort. She didnt understand why she didnt want to be alone but it didnt feel good and she couldnt quite put the name to the feeling. While her brain couldnt recognise it, Amy was frightened, afraid to be left alone. Amy tried practicing forming words, it was hard, her tongue and mouth didnt really seem to want to co-operate with her but she knew if she could make the noises he did, she could call out to him. Thankfully he hadnt been gone long but for some reason, the moment he came back into the room she felt something wet roll down her cheeks. Im sorry she managed to say, her words not coming out smooth but slow and fragmented. Amy didnt particularly understand why she had said it all she knew was that it felt colder when he wasnt there, she didnt want him to leave again. She wanted to reach out to him, to touch him back but her fingers were so stiff and cold, they simply wouldnt listen to her.
Thread: Thrill Seekers

interested. So can be some sort of serial killer spy criminal rich guy?
Thread: Thrill Seekers

anyone else?
Thread: The Conclave {Unseelie x Xinavee}

The Conclave It was said that the Northern mountain moors were uninhabitable, but not because of the ice and snow, but because of the Lord that reigned there. Humans who ventured there, the criminal and desperate, were never seen again. The same could be said of large clans and broods that attempted to overtake the fabled lord, though the rare merchant could find an easy path once during the summer nights. How funny it would have been to see the face of the secretary in charge of The Conclave invitations when the usually ignored invite was returned with an affirmation of attendance. Even among Montagos own men it was thought that there had been a mistake, or that the preparations that had consumed the last three months would all be canceled in the end. Finally, it was agreed in the hushed whispers of gossip, that the Lord was descending to the South for a purpose. An heir, perhaps. Over seventeen decades had passed since the last time the Sovereign Lord Mondragamere Kollrn Montago had breached the mountainous pass that separated his domain from the rest of the land. Frozen moors and ancient forests gave way to the single twisted road that lowered slowly down the precipice. Traveling south upon the decollate road, the towering cliffs on either side of the passage seemed to tremble in the wake of his company. Glacial fissures fractured and then crumbled away in an avalanche of snow that barred the path behind them, but stopped short, just shy of the Lords path. He didnt look back to the thunder on either side of him, merely marching them onward, through the frosted valley that separated his land to the rest of society as the ghost like mist rose in drifting wisps along the paved road. He was savage among his fellow lords, a tyrant that was better left forgotten to the winter chill and relentless march of time. Only the oldest of the lords recalled his scar marked face, or the blood red fire spark of his eyes, but his name was known and used most often upon the coldest of nights when a raw arctic bite slices through even the deadest of bones and the curse is uttered, Montago hunts tonight. And He Did. In the darkest corners of the hosting city, the innocent and pure twitched and shivered within their beds. Draga shifted his head, eyes closed, and arms open at his sides and hands splayed wide, as he learned the city in an intimate way, learning its scent, its vibrations and wave lengths, feeling the walls of the city call out for his touch on a molecular level. Those closest to his path would feel him, like a lover or a breath, dancing over their skin, to turn their curious heads towards the road and pull them a step closer, but there the pull stopped. He was not calling them, merely becoming acquainted with his surroundings. The Conclave was hosted by the wealthiest of the Covens this year, a tight nit family with a vast estate in the central region and a hub for commerce. Curious onlookers helped to crowd the roads towards the entrance where it seemed there was no lack of expense and status pouring into the large gaping doors.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

Kyndra is awoken in the middle of the night by the unmistakable feeling of something slithering over her shoulder and along her collarbone. In the dark beneath her chosen shelter, it is impossible for her to tell what, exactly, it is, but it is covered in either scales or many tiny legs as its thin form shifts across her body. As she wakes from the movement, the second sense to return to her is smell . the creature exudes an astonishingly potent musk for its size, so sickeningly sweet that it almost feels like a fog pushing in on her mind. Then comes hearing. The creature itself is near-perfectly silent, accompanied by the faintest hiss as its carapaced joints shift with its movement. Were it not so close to her ear, she wouldn't have been able to hear it at all, doubtless having been drowned out by the noise that echoes from above her in the hollow tree. The sound from above is akin to the low hiss of the creature beside her, but multiplied a thousandfold as thought hundreds upon hundreds of things were shifting and crawling and moving overtop one-another, competing for the limited space of the tree trunk. Though it might be simply a trick of her gradually-returning wakefulness, it sounds as if the swarm above her is getting closer.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

Being a light sleeper was often a good thing for a thief or indeed anyone of a profession with less scruples, so it didn't take much to jolt her from her slumber though the unfamiliar surroundings were massively disorienting to her wakening senses. Not helped by the near blindness of pitch black around her the first thing she had to go on that something was indeed amiss was the sensation of movement across her shoulder and moving toward her collarbone, instinctively she blinked trying to turn her head toward it but it did little to help in the inky void that filled her vision. Most peoples instincts at this point would have been to run but as a thief Kyndra opted to stay still, a habitual tendency to attempt to avoid notice as her mind began to take in more from her other senses. The smell coming from it was potent, musky and almost overpowering in it's sweetness that did little to aid her minds return to the waking world it was at this point she hit a dilema about what to do, the creature if that is even what it was made very little sound save for a hiss against her ear and the near impossible sounds of it's legs or body moving across the matte leather. Part of her wanted to stay put just let whatever it was move along as for all likelihood it didn't even care one way or the other she was there or not the other part of her wanted to break straight into a run and put as much distance between her and it as she could. It took her a full minute to realise why she couldn't hear what it was properly though, what she had thought was the sounds of the night around her was actually coming from within the tree itself but that was impossible right, it was a tree, made of wood it didn't make noise. Opting for caution over panic despite the cold sweat she broke into as her mind went into overdrive she reached out with one hand toward where she thought the ferns blocking the entrance to her little hidey hole hoping to push them aside and actually see what it was she was dealing with. Not wanting to get stung or bitten by anything poisonous on her first night, her heart was pounding in her chest so loudly she felt anything within four leagues would hear it, cold sweat beaded and trickled down her back as she pushed against the ferns, hoping if not for enough light to see then at least to see where she was running if she needed to.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

As Kyndra shifted the ferns out of her way, she revealed the identity of her erstwhile sleeping companion. It was an onyx-black centipede, only an inch wide and yet just the portion of its body that has already moved past her neck already stretched more than two feet. Each segment was broad and sharp, like a beetle, its legs, though short relative to its body, ending in tiny, sharp claws. The creature reacts to her movement, or perhaps simply to the moonlight, its body twisting about so that its head can face Kyndra's own. When she sees its head, the creature becomes suddenly far more horrifying. Where an insect's carapace should be there is instead a human one, tiny to fit the body and framed much like a painting. It is contorted into an expression of agonised pleasure, complexion a deep, mottled orange, mouth open in ecstatic bliss. Its eyes are entirely inhuman, solid black lenses giving only the barest semblance of emotion. As the tiny monster gazes into Kyndra's eyes, it begins to shriek, a high, moaning cacophony far louder than its frame suggests should be even possible. As the shriek builds it is suddenly cut off. The creature's face explodes, erupting outwards, splattering Kyndra's face with orange flecks and leaving a gaping orifice that reaches into its shell. The burst of liquid blinds Kyndra, its sudden explosion sending it spraying into her eyes and nose and, if her mouth was open, that as well. The creature's musk becomes suddenly overwhelmingly powerful, the sweetness surrounding her with such intensity that it even drowns out her other senses, blotting away the hissing from above.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

Feeling the ferns against her fingers was a small comfort just knowing they were there as she pushed them aside, the twilight at least giving her a clue what she was dealing with though she quickly began to wish she hadn't done so. It looked like a centipede of sorts though she only remembered seeing a dried out one in some stuffy aristocrats collection some months back. This one however was a little different in more ways than she liked, despite the fact it had passed most of her neck it was far larger than the one she had seen and could only guess how much more of it there was as two feet of it stretched out already. As it reacted to the movement or the light she couldn't be sure which her mind was struggling as it was with what her eyes were seeing, rather than a bug like insect face she expected or something distinctly insectoid she was greeted with what she could only describe as something closer to a human face. Except it was tiny, her mind seemed to struggle with it and it was further made more intimidating with it's black eyes and then the horrific moaning shriek that made her teeth tingle, just as she was reflexively about to grab it and throw it away when that face just exploded violently. The burst of liquid causes her to flinch but not fast enough as orange liquid splatters across her face, getting into her eyes and nose but thankfully not so much in her mouth as she scuffles around trying to feel her way in a frantic dazed panic from her little hiding place. Her ears almost feel as though they are ringing as the sweet, overbearing scent of that musk makes it difficult for her to think of anything else. Her mind reeling from the overpowering scent and the fear and confusion as she tries to crawl away haphazardly unsure of even which direction she is going as one hand tries to pull her forwards and the other tries to wipe away the orange goop plastering her face.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

Kyndra manages to scoop the liquid free from her eyes as she burst from the hollow tree into the moonlight. When she opens them, though, she finds her vision swimming and shifting, making balance difficult. The corpse of the burster centipede follows her out, dangling over one shoulder., still dripping orange fluids from its hole. As she looks around her, what had in daylight been a seemingly safe jungle warps and twists before her eyes. Faces, replicas of the screaming centipede's, grow out of tree trunks, their mouths pulsing as they fill the air around her with low, sonorous moans. Through the orange haze of centipede fluid still lingering on her eyes, the faces seem somehow less horrifying, taking on an exotic allure that tempts at her loins. Kyndra feels a tightening of the muscles near her groin, her cock struggling against her leather pants. The hole in the centipede husk dances in her mind. Surely it must be soft and warm inside. And it looked to be the perfect size... she could slide right inside it if she just... freed her cock. In the distance, she can hear running water. It tickles her ears through the musky haze. Behind her, the tree she'd taken shelter in shudders. Dozens more of the centipedes with human faces crawl out of the bark, emerging from a thousand shadowed holes in the bark and skittering upward, their black exoskeletons glittering in the moonlight as they disperse across the canopy. None head for Kyndra, instead departing to places unknown.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

The liquid finally free of her eyes they blink open, stinging and watering as her body tries to wash out the foreign substance but her vision refuses to settle, warping, twisting and swaying in a way that sends her normally superb balance into something more akin to a drunk on a ship in heavy seas. If that had been it's only affect that would have been bad enough but all she could see were more screaming centipedes in the bark of trees, in every pebble and clump of mud making her continously rub her eyes and blink in a vain effort to dispel the illusions or at least, she hoped they were. What began to worry her more was that the faces themselves began to seem less and less terrifying and in fact seem.. Attractive in some strange way? It took her a moment to realise the more insidious effects of the slime that covered her when she felt blood rushing her her loins, her groin muscles tightening and her cock beginning to swell far too rapidly to be comfortable. It tingled and throbbed as it pressed uncomfortably against the silk of her thong and the seam of leather of her pants as a horrifying thought filled her mind. The inside of that centipede was warm and soft, surely, the sound of running water pulled at the rational part of her mind as her subconscious forced her onward even as one hand began fumbling with the lace tying her pants together at the front. Vaguely aware of movement in her periphery as her mind and body battle for control, the former trying to get her toward water to clean herself off and the former responding to a primal need, fumbling with her pants as the former occupants of the tree left to fulfill whatever nefarious thing it was they did. It didn't help that she was very sensitive, as the bulbous head of her cock emerged and rubbed against the silk it sent tingles up and down the painfully straining five inches of raw, throbbing lust, she felt almost breathless, breathing was more effort than it ought to be and the forest around her seemed to almost be spin as she stopped several times just panting in sheer arousal unsure of whether she would even make it as far as the sound of water. Temptation very nearly won out as the laces of her pants came undone, the straining tent of black silk fabric jutting out just as her face landed right in the river unintentionally the cold water jolting her out of the musk induced haze before she pulled the sticky mess of a centipede off her shoulder and dropped it next to her before rolling onto her back panting. The throb of her cock however wasn't going away in fact she couldn't recall a time she had ever felt quite so impossibly hard, glancing down her body the thought of actually wanting to push into that centipede still lingered in her mind in a way that disturbed her that she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Thread: Exiled [Acitar & Nostro]

As she lies next to the riverbed, the musk-haze slowly lifts from Kyndra's mind. The trees lose their faces, their howling abating and leaving the air disturbingly still. She becomes aware of the eerie beauty of the scene, surrounded by the large, multi-hewed leaves that litter the ground about her prone frame, and of the glittering webs, doubtless woven by some native spider, that twirl between the branches in the trees above her. The musk does not entirely disperse, however, lingering in the air and teasing at her mind, doubtless sourced from the centipede corpse that lies yet near at hand, and the gaping wound at its head. An errant thought worms its way into her mind. She could probably stop the smell entirely if she could just plug the entrance, shove it full of something that was just the right size. Oh, and the orange ooze would feel so good pressing in against her cock. It would surely ease her aching erection. Killing two birds with one... erm... penis. It doesn't help that her dick, now raised, refuses to abate, blood pulsing away from her brain and into her engorged member. The only thing she has to distract her from the desperate need of her groin is the sound of the river, yet it lets out a smell nearly as sweet as the centipede. Now that she is lying here, staring up at the moon, and the musk no longer fills her ears with moaning trees, she can hear another sound coming from the river. It is the sound of hundreds of tiny clicks, like shells tapping together.