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Thread: My one and only friend. {for PhantomSentinal}

Tim was a fairly normal kid, dark blonde hair, bluegrey eyes, and a handsome face. But he was lonely, being a geek and having no friends. He lived with his father who hated seeing his son be so depressed, till one day the old man saw some neko girls for sale. Knowing his son loved nekos, he bought the cutest one and brought it home, leaving it for his son in his room, as the old man left for work. Tim returned home and was surprised to find the cute neko in his room.
Thread: Those Not Interested In The (Potentially) Weird Need Not Apply

Bumped
Thread: Pimping is a family business (Demi & Fadereaper)

He was smiling when she said 'okay' that she was at least giving into his side of the discussion at the very least, however she continued on to say it would cost him his share of the money she earned from having sex with his friend. And here I was thinking I was giving you more, after all I am not exactly blind to your opinion of my friend. However if you insist, I am sure that we will still make a nice sum. Amber remember that you need to be careful who you spite, but for now it seems that we are on the same page. I'll accommodate this request of your's, to take the full profit of your time with Vance for my turn. So, if that is in fact settled sis. Why don't we get started, after all I'm sure that your just as excited to get going as I am. He stood up and would then look past her at the hall that would lead them past the stairs and to where the numerous rooms of their family were, bedrooms and the like. He looked down at her again as he held his hands at his sides, so why don't we get more comfortable in your room? He suggested as he walked past the couches and would walk past them to make his way toward the hallway, almost as if he expected her to follow based on her accepting the agreement with adjusted terms. In reality if he really wanted her that bad, he could just force it on her but there were some consequences for that. Either she doesn't speak of it or she is forced into silence, far too many angles to work through just for a simple shag. And in this case, he was quite honestly getting to have sex with his sister for free. True it was at the expense of potential money, but he could always as he said use recording systems in secret nanny cams and sell live shows and even sell copies of the recording to perverted men online. He was going to have quite a lot of fun with this whole game of her's, no matter how much she felt he didn't deserve. It would be all around safer for her secrecy, if she didn't go out and proposition people randomly. As well, if she did try to give him the shaft on this. He would definitely exploit his leverage over her, colleges would see every video she had, her parents, friends, anyone he could think of. Hell, he could if he really wanted revenge put a video online with details of her real life location. He was not someone who liked to be jerked around, but for now things were going in his favor at the very least. Free sex with his own sister, that was something he would never conceive of when he was younger. Now here he was, heading to her room and ready to get undressed so he could fuck his own sister. It was hot, really hot, a curvy young 16 year old that was his to fuck as he wished at the expense of a tidy sum of cash. Hell, he could if he wanted to just up the price and give her what he said is half and keep the rest. So he would push her door open, and walk into the room as he would await her arrival.
Thread: Pimping is a family business (Demi & Fadereaper)

Damian would likely never know how close he'd just come to messing up his own financial prospects as well as missing out on his chance of sleeping with Amber, but if one more threat or smart-assed comment had left his lips then the blonde likely would have just slapped him and told him to go 'accommodate' Vance himself. It wasn't even the money that mattered to her, half was good enough, but she wasn't going to let her big brother sell her as if she were some whore working the docks, fuck her, and then expect to take half of the money that she'd earned to put the cherry on top. They really didn't have a bad relationship, otherwise she wouldn't have considered this at all, it was probably just the strange scenario that the two of them found themselves in making them argue. For now, she pushed that all from her mind. She loved her brother and didn't want to argue, and besides that they were going to have sex, and there was no denying that despite the pangs of anger that kept flaring up inside of her though, a part of Amber was getting increasingly excited at the idea of losing her virginity, especially when it was mixed with the thrill of it being with her own brother. What she wasn't expecting though was that he'd want to start literally right away, but with the arousal that was starting to build inside of her the blonde nodded and admitted I am then allowed Damian to start heading upstairs towards her room. Standing and following made Amber realise that just talking about it and now actually doing it, were very different things. As they walked she started checking him out, letting her eyes wander over his ass as they walked up the stairs. It was enough to bring a little heat to her cheeks, and the idea of him undressing in front of her was making her wet already. That of course made the sixteen year old remember that under her sweatpants and t-shirt she had no clothes on, hopefully Damian would be okay without lingerie or a strip-tease. Her room was pretty much what you'd expect of a sixteen year old girl, fairly neat and tidy with a few posters of bands on the walls, since she'd never really been the type to hang up images of hot guys. Given what was about to take place here, that was probably a good thing, as was the fact that she had a double bed with clean sheets that had been put on this morning. The one set of items that was on the floor was the underwear that Amber had discarded earlier, which she kicked under the bed as she walked into the room herself. When Damian made no move to undress right away, she figured that it was up to her to go first. Given that this was her first time in front of anyone, let alone her first time having sex, that didn't exactly help her nerves, but at the same time it was exciting to know that she'd have someone's undivided attention while stripping. So that is exactly what Amber did, okay so she rushed a little and practically tore off her T-shirt and then pants, but in about ten seconds she was standing naked in front of her older brother, nipples partly hard and pussy wet whilst waiting for him to take his turn.
Thread: Underdark Dealings (Esyel & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Ktonos made no pretense of being stelthy or quiet. It wasn't that he couldn't manage it. He could. Very effectively, especially considering his choice of armour. But this was not the way he went about things typically. He footfalls echoed through the halls, and he heard the faint scuffling around him of servants keeping out of his way. Ktonos hed nothing against them specifically, but there had been times when he ensured that his mind remained at peace with whomever happened to be on hand. More than one Drow had been reduced to a screaming outlet for his own problems. His palm itched faintly, but he pushed that detail from his mind. Last thing he needed was to salve that particular annoyance. On an impulse, he stopped a moment, leaning back in an alcove to relax a moment. He was not really bound for anywhere in particular. It was early yet, and most of the noble family had yet to emerge from their chambers. With this in mind, he was a little surprised to see one of the daughters leaving the chambers of the matron. That...was interesting. Intrigues afoot indeed. Ktonos admit that he only caught a fleeting glance at the departing woman, and there was a brief moment, a fierce instinct to set out after her. It had been a long time since he'd had a noble lady to amuse him, not since the last time the house had climbed the ladder. Ktonos had been granted a grace period with whomever he could locate in the final assault. He had captured one of the noble daughters, as well as one of the sons. The son had proven easy enough to break to his whims, the cold mercy of the knife had proven too much after the third day. The daughter had only glared at him while his attention was focused on his work. It had galled her that she had not ranked a greater threat or priority. She had regretted that quickly. Hurt, wounded, and violated beyond anything she had conceived of before, Ktonos had taken his time with her, keeping her secreted away for more than two months before finally tiring of her and ending her life. It had not pleased the family, as should he make a mistake, and allow either one to escape, it would have brought fire and ruin upon the house beyond hope. But he had not cared. He'd been promised a way to sate his amusements, and he had done so, more thoroughly than in a very long time. Crushing the urge to take hasty action on the daughter, he moved out of the alcove, and head for the chambers of the Matron. He would need to check in if she was awake, and it seemed that she was. He stopped at the entrance, pausing there. He was many thing, impulsive being amongst them, but there was still an edge of protocol to him most times. Fair morning to you Matron. Did you require anything of me this day? He asked, bowing as he spoke.
Thread: Underdark Dealings (Esyel & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Ktonos paused, adn looked down, seeing hte spattered blood as if for the first time. Truth be told, he'd put it out of his mind. He shook out his hand, the clawed endings on the gauntlet retreating, before reaching up to tap the House emblem on his chest. All of the Great Houses had these things, given to the important members of the house. And all of them were layered with different enchantments. Ktonos had made a request of his, more of a way of keeping himself presentable enough by the standards of the nobility. A simple extra spell, a cantrip really. prestidigitation did very little most of the times, but one function was to keep a person or object clean. The blood flaked off of him, fluttering to the ground in dried flakes. The house is...short a soldier. He forgot his place. Else his ambitions grew higher than his ability. Ktonos stated calmly. Frankly, from a Drow stand point, other than the rather brazen way of killing him, there had been no real flaw in the execution of the soldier. Especially not after the way Ktonos had explained it. But my morning is not until later I fear. If there is nothing pressing, then I have not yet rested. I would take this moment of quiet to do so, by your leave. He bowed again as he spoke. His eyes took in many things. The faint traces of heat on the bed, still fading slowly, the elevated temperature of the Matron. Most Drow were rather...unrestrained in their passions, Ktonos being no exception. The Matron had not seemed overly untoward or brazen in how she conducted herself, simply lacking in anything that resembled shame. And why should she? She was the Matron of the Fifth Great House of the city of Rilauven. Very few could ever call her to account for herself with any success. There was a moment of hesitation, of thought, but that thought was left alone almost as quickly. The thought of the Matron tied in place by her own tools of office, screaming beneath him as he had his way with her. The thoughts faded. They were dangerous things to have in presence of a priestess. Even if they were not gifted with the magic of the mind, expressions could sometimes betray a person. Ktonos left his face a mask that still seemed at war with itself, torn between propriety and the proper stance to take with his betters in the house and urge to kill. He'd worn it with the members of the house often enough for this look to be considered normal for him.
Thread: Underdark Dealings (Esyel & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

The momentary pause from the Matron set off some bels in Ktonos mind. HIs gaze was fixated on her, zeroing in like a predator on wounded prey. The way she moved, the way she sat down, all of seemed built on the idea of either an invitation, or a dare. Not one to back away from a dare, he had to arrest his forward momentum before he took a step towards her. He felt a kind of proper center to his thoughts. No. That isn't an invitation to a night of passionate abandon. It's a meat grinder dressed like a woman. Go home. He heard in his mind, a kind of sensible, measured voice that rarely made itself heard over teh din of his mind. He nodded. Until later than Matron. He nodded to her, and with a kind of visible reluctance, making it clear that there was a great deal of temptation to remain behind and explore this possibility, he took his leave. It didn't take him long to reach his own chambers. They were spacious, as befit his position of Weapon Master. He spent a little time setting his armour onto the rack that he had. The armour was enchanted to be able to be called and dismissed from his form in an instant, by a thought, but removing it properly let him examine it for any damage or changes. Paranoia wasn't a bad thing in the life of the Drow, and he knew that sometimes it was a very healthy approach. A few moments later Ktonos was stretching, stripped to the waist. His hands almost burned at this point, the close encounter with the Matron having kicked things up in his mind, and made him more on edge than normal. he drew his sword, adn moved in a dazzling display of swordsmanship, pushing himself, working a sweat up. When he froze, he was panting, and sank onto the bed in a sitting position, the naked blade point down between his knees. He rested his head on the hilt, taking a deep breath. It helped, the drills, but not as much as he wanted it to. He needed more. And soon. Thoughts strayed back to the Matron. If she was...otherwise occupied with one of the slaves, he had the image of decapitating the hapless man and fucking her on the bloodsoaked bed. It might be, in some ways, the only way he'd trust himself fully to do it. Whenever he started down that path, it was hard to keep the hungers separate. The difference between sex and violence was so small in his own mind, that they often blurred. And while some violent action might be a good thing, he hardly thought the Matron would appreciate being scarred or nearly crippled by his actions as some of the girls he'd taken advantage of had been. Few escaped unscathed. He lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Hi sword lay on the bed beside him. He let his eyes close, let himself drift in a light doze, waiting for full sleep to come to him. After nearly an hour, it finally did, welcoming him into it's cold oblivious embrace.
Thread: Underdark Dealings (Esyel & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Ktonos grinned as he saw her reclined on her bed. He was...less himself than he had been, and far more susceptible to the charms of the Matron. At the same time, he would not be mocked in this. As she almost coyly scolded him, and asked after what he meant, he approached her, still spattered in blood, and his eyes burning with a fierce red light. Oh, there was a riot of emotions on his face. Exulatation, desire, arrogance, anticipation, lust, and a sense of complete ease of his actions. My enemies seem to have grown clever. They know that they will never take me in direct action, so they now go about their actions quietly, in the night when they think none might notice. Magicks. Though I confess, of a kind I have not felt. But I know the touch of a mind not my own within me, and I felt it firmly this night. He announced. His eyes picked across the room, taking in the articles about the room, picking out the placement of tools, weapons, and anything else that caught his eyes. His hands didn't itch this time, but he felt his temperature rise further, likely making himself stand out quite a bit to the vision of the Matron. The Matron had a number of things laid out in the room that he might make use of. Some of them she might enjoy, others...she likely would not. He picked out the serpent headed whip, the many tailed an obvious choice of implement that he could think of some excellent uses for. He also picked out a few other thigns that looked to be spoils, or simply not often used, like the heavy form of what was likely a tentacle rod. He could see a few other pieces here and there, specially made items that would enable the wearer to web a target into place, other one that might strike a person temporarily blind. SO many choices, and so many of the sanctified to Lolth, made for the use by her clergy. To see them used on her clergy in the ways he was thinking would be...interesting to say the least. He was close to her now, a bare three paces from her bedside now, eyes fixing on hers, occasionally stealing a glance lower to the artfully displayed cleavage.
Thread: Underdark Dealings (Esyel & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Elari Venoch'Xuileb'Brou Alaunvyll knew, of course, that Ktonos was relaying the truth. But for the time being, the Matron had to play ignorant and pretend she hadn't set this up. As far as she could gather, it was definitely working. Then again, Ktonos didn't have a way to point his fingers at herself or Elari anyway. It'd take a royal screw up on either of their ends for him to have this. Even as he described how the powers felt, it meant nothing. And Alaunvyll knew that both the weapons master and herself understood this fact perfectly well. Well .... She had been more than ready to ask what Ktonos was about to do in regards to this or even what he wished for her to do. Her crimson eyes quickly narrowed, however, as he began to grab some of her devices. You will put those down! she ordered, getting up to her feet. He may have gone against other priestesses before. But those had been more like weak acolytes. Alaunvyll herself was far more powerful than most, if not all, of the ones he had faced. With her power came a much stronger ability to keep all of her spells held and intact. As the Matron began to chant, she shifted her tongue from the Drow tongue to the Infernal one. Usually, she used it when performing Gate spells or trying to summon demons and devils. But as it was, this was simply being used because it would take Ktonos longer to register what she was chanting and, hopefully, make it harder for him to know what to expect. As she worked on completing her Hold Person spell - no doubt one of the weaker ones she knew - Alaunvyll slowly stepped back to give herself distance from Ktonos. It didn't take a damn Mind Flayer for the Matron to begin to guess what was going through his mind. Nope. She wasn't easily becoming a part of his ... activities. As much as she did enjoy the more sensual activities, Alaunvyll also loved them more when they were on her terms and not someone else's.
Thread: Underdark Dealings (Esyel & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

With his teeth grit, Ktonos advanced on he nymph. Her protest fell on deaf ears, and she backed to the wall. The request, very reasonable really, very pointed in it's purpose when it came to dealing with him, did register somewhere in the back of his mind. He he got close to her, his hand shot out, gripping her neck, and heaving her a few inches off of hte floor. He stared at her, taking her in, nodding to himself. This would sate him, at least for the moment. Your survival is entirely dependant on your attitude. He wanred herbefore bringing his free hand up to gather the dress that she wore, and pull, ripping a long strip out of it to expose her to him. It was in the hallway, it was public, and Ktonos found that he simply did not care. He pulled her off of the wall and threw her to the floor, stepping after her, his hand going to his belt to unbuckle it. He wanted sound, he wanted action, he wanted to simplyi feeli the moment. And he was going to, one way or another.
Thread: Underdark Dealings (Esyel & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Elari Venoch'Xuileb'Brou Nerisei's eyes quickly shut as the dark hand wrapped around her throat. She had almost convinced herself these were her last moments and soon, the frantic beating of her heart would cease. But clearly someone, be it Lolth or any of the Nine Claws, allowed for this usually insane Drow to have some sense within him. Because he could have ripped her apart as easily as he did with her dress. But ... he wasn't going to. A shiver trailed down her spine as Ktonos tossed her onto the ground. He was actually going to spare her? Or let that be a possibility? It was a rare gift and even if this meant sinking to the lowest possible levels, the nymph was determined to keep the ability to breathe. Why me though? She hadn't pondered on it too much. Now that she began to think back on it, however, Nerisei did recall briefly feeling an odd and almost out of place source of magic. That was definitely one of the many perks of being a druid she still had the ability to sense magics. Whatever it had been, however, was definitely not of the divine type. It was nothing close. It was almost arcane and yet not. Wait ... so he really was attacked? He had all but yelled out his declaration to the Matron so, of course, the nymph had heard. But she hadn't believed it simply because it sounded insane! Only a fool would dare attack someone like him ! And yet, it seemed to have happened anyway. She barely got to finish registering that when all was said and done, Nerisei was definitely in the very wrong place at the worst possible moment, her head lifted to see Ktonos stripping. Her body trembled upon gazing at his figure. She wanted to move, even if only to readjust or prepare herself. But she definitely didn't want Ktonos to think she was about to break into a run. There was definitely a part of her which wanted to. But she'd been lucky enough to beg for her life. Nerisei wasn't going to push her fortune. Raising a pale hand, she moved a few blonde locks away from her face and tucked them behind an ear as she watched the Drow across from her. If this was really going to happen, hopefully he'd let her ... give him a bit of additional pleasure? Surely he wasn't going to just rush into this, was he? He had the capability of doing so, there was no doubt about that. But the nymph's body was definitely not ready for him, not yet. She wanted to at least be somewhat wet. Slowly, she crawled in front of Ktonos before moving a pale hand up once more. This time, however, it tentatively wrapped around the now exposed shaft, gently moving up and down. Her mouth opened as she began to lick along the head. Silent prayers raced through her head as she hoped, pleaded to someone - anyone at this point - that she could stay on his better side tonight.