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Thread: To Defile a Goddess {darkest_fate & Google}

The goddess of light stared down the orc as he approached her. Athena braced herself, body tightening. She had womanly curves, to be sure flared hips, large firm breasts, the softness every woman longed to have. Yet under those curves was a fair amount of muscle and stamina. This was one of the few females who had learned to use a blade and use it fairly well. Athena may look very much the soft pleasure whore, almost like someone you'd find in a well established brothel or painted in lewd paintings, but she had the muscles and training of a warrior. All of which tensed as the orc came near. Athena didn't even flinch as he growled near her face, keeping her eyes locked on his. He growled she listened. A hand went up and she gasped at the sensation. No one had touched her breast save for a few clerics and herself. it felt so strange to have the rough hand moving along the orb. It gave way to his work the firm flesh only able to resist so much against him. Won't harm, keep her oath, Athena wondered why he repeated himself. She knew all this, had agreed to it before even stepping foot here. Now he repeated it while kneading her breast like a baker did a loaf of bread. Athena tried not to look bored, to just stare at him. She felt his hand drift between her legs and actually flinched as his fingers touched her. That narrow little slit didn't shoot sparks or any other sign of her magical protection, though Athena was fairly certain she still had some on the insides of her body. The finger drew along her sex, teasing the outer lip. And a command. As you say, m'lord, Athena intoned blankly. She moved stiffly down to her knees, resting on her sandaled feet. It felt quite odd, resting her rounded bottom atop her heels with nothing between them, but it wasn't as though she could ask for her garment back. Unlikely the foul being would even consider it. The member Athena looked at it. her nose wrinkled in disgust as its disgusting odor wafted toward her, curling her stomach. She resisted the urge to bring a hand up to pinch her nose shut. Instead she simply leaned slightly forward, pursed her pink lips, and placed a light kiss on the very tip of the cock.
Thread: seeking an officer and gentleman!

I am looking for someone for this again. Unfortunately my previous partner was unable to continue. I do write romance. It doesn't need to be gushy or anything but character development and plot are a must! Thanks!
Thread: seeking an officer and gentleman!

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Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

With much more enthusiasm than Andros would expect from those were his higher up lackeys in the kingdom, the competition requested by Porthos had come along smoothly and with haste. Noella is unable to leave the castle because of the sun, but nonetheless is doing what she can there. Andros steps out to the arena and speaks to everyone with his great voice I have invited you all here in search of the very best, those who rank highest will get the chance to join me in a quest and if successful, unimaginable riches would be yours. Sign up and go the waiting area, fighters, everyone else...enjoy. The arena is built in a large circular area with a sandy floor and no covering, the speaking is left to another man as the Blue Knight himself goes out to the arena and awaits the first challenge.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

Lord Derfel Cadarn, the man said to Andros as he walks into the arena. Wielding a long sword and shield Derfel took a ready stance before Andros. The Blue Armor was heavy, but Andros learned he could move in it quite easily once he wore it for awhile. It made him like a thick tree, or wall, where he could be battered over and over, though he would still stand at the end. Still carrying his sword and whip kept the saber on a sheath over his back, the broadsword stayed there as well when unneeded. Andros could see directly in front of him, that was the problem with the helmet, it did not give him a good view to the sides, and it was hot. Derfel, as long as he was in front of Andros, was not going to get any good blows in. Derfel, however, was light on his feet. Covering the space between them quickly, the shield coming to bash his broadsword while the long sword swept his feet. The greaves took the brunt of the sword, the blade stopped with a ringing sound, Derfel stopped as if he had hit a wall then stepped back. Fortunate to raise the long sword the blades struck, sparks flying where the two blades met. Derfel pushed at Andros with the shield, the front of it bound iron on hide, yet it was solid enough to flatten against the broadsword and push Andros' arm back. Taking a step forward Derfel struggled to keep Andros still, but the armor gave him some leverage, and weight, that pushed Derfel back. Andros was sweating within the armor, the sun beating down on him did not help, while it was great protection he thought he would die of heat before they could finish their battle. They lunged, parried and thrusted blades at each other, Derfel striking Andros with the shield when possible. Getting to the side of Andros the long sword swept around the helm and broadsword, the loud clang ringing heavily in his ears while Derfel looked upon Andros with amusement. Though Derfel was also sweating he seemed to have an easier time of it than Andros. End it soon Blue Knight and you can take a bath if you can get out of that kettle, Derfel said humorously as they parried and met blades again and again.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

As Lord Derfel Cadarn throws out small insults like that one, Andros feels himself become more and more angry, to a point where Andros is quite positive that this explosive, bloodthirsty, rage is not from within him. Though covered by his helmet, Andros could feel the blood rushing to his eyes. Andros vision becomes red and he cannot convince himself if his rage is from a remnant of Dracula's curse, him going crazy from what he's seen, or if his helmet was actually cooking his brain. Getting hot in there, Blue Knight. There's no shame in surrender says Derfel humorously again. Andros meets the smaller blade of Derfel's with the broadsword, then with a second strike from the longsword, Andros parries it forcefully to the right and, in the same motion, shoulders Derfel's shield with his full weight and aiming slightly to the right, causing the shield to veer to the left. Before Derfel can recover, Andros hurls his broadsword at the shield and as he rushes toward Derfel, Derfel brings back his blade as fast as fast as he can only to have it grabbed by Andros, Andros forces the longsword down and uses his free hand to punch Derfel's face. Derfel hits the floor, though he is not done yet I'll bet you wish you had a kettle of your own, get up if you are able.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

Derfel smiled, taken off guard by the Blue Knight's size slowly stood up. I don't think I have ever seen a kettle move that fast. Were you enchanted by Merlin perhaps? Shaking his head, no matter, fate is inexorable. Stepping forward with the shield before him to take the broadsword as the Blue Knight advanced, Derfel stepped aside moving quickly to the left the shield held up. The Blue Knight turned, as Derfel feinted and slipping the sword under his shield moved the blade low. The Blue Knight stepped back, to avoid the point of the blade instinctively, Derfel knew from his last strike it was not going to work, the armor was too strong for his blade. The Knight did not seem to be used to using it as a shield and he hoped to take advantage of the Knights unfamiliarity. Instead, as the Knight was off balance he moved, slamming shield and blade into the side of the Knight, intending to knock him over and take his blade. Instead it felt as if he had hit a wall, the shield coming up hard. The gauntlet held the shield in place, then to the side where Derfels arm slid from the straps. Catching his feet and with the blade swung out, to find the Knight had finally become comfortable in the armor, or was too crazed to care. The armor resounded with the edge of his blade, the arm sliding down the edge and then the armor was on top of Derfel and he felt the air leave his lungs as the Knight fell on top of him. They both fell to the ground, Derfel losing his blade. Such a melee was of no use to him, and he would lose, Derfel raised his hands in supplication. Well fought Blue Knight, well done. Clasping hands, Derfel retrieved his sword and shield and walked with heavy shoulders out of the arena.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

The Blue Knight removes his helmet and gasps for air stick around, it's been awhile since I have met an equal in combat. If not for my powerful armor I would have no doubt lost the match. I could use your help in my quest to rid this land of evil creatures, starting with Dracula. Round 2, Derfel versus Eren Jaeger A voice announces. It's somewhat of a mystery how he got to this continent, but Eren is here for the opportunity to help the world famous knight in his quest. Eren would keep his hidden talent hidden until absolutely needed. Eren walks out in the arena to meet Derfel with a bow, then he unsheathes his sword, his only weapon, and stands at the ready. Eren has leather padding along some parts of his body and boots, he also carries the manuever gear equipped to his belt, an alien technology to the people of Europe. As Derfel's sword comes at Eren, Eren blocks with his blade, an unusual sounding clang comes from Eren's blade as he backs closer to the wall each time the blades clash it's a hardened steel used to kill titans. When Eren is almost cornered he uses the maneuver gear to hoist himself far up and to the side, then flies at Derfel.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

Derfel turns as Andros removes the helmet, well, as long as I don't need to fight you again. Derfel smirks and places his sword back at his side, adjusting the straps on his shield as he waits. As Eren entered the arena Derfel tried to take his measure, the boy was young, slightly built. Short black hair and piercing, intense eyes, yet there was something about the boy that worried Derfel. As they crossed blades the long blade that Eren held gave an odd sound from the metal, Derfel was used to the usual clang that came from a sturdy blade, or the hollow sound of one that was about to crack. This sound was unnerving in its unusual solidness. What was more unnerving was Eren moving back to the wall then with a motion at his belt two lengths of line flew out, above them and Eren was dragged into the air and around, the lines retracting then others bringing Eren back to Derfel. As Eren flew through the air, arms raised the sword the line making a loud whine in the air. All of it was distracting and unnerving to Derfel who got the shield up in time, Eren's sword slicing through the material and barely missing Derfel's chest. Eren sat on the shield a moment, Derfel pushed the shield out and ran out, Eren touching the belt again, as the feet left the shield Derfel moved it to the side. The sword dragged off to the edge, Eren pulled the blade free but seemed out of balance as the lines dragged him through the air, hitting the other wall hard and falling down to the ground. Derfel rushed in, blade pointed out and down as the side of the blade touched the shield, striking the wall beside Eren the lithe boy rolled aside, the sweat on his foreheard flying up and glistening on the shield's surface. Following Eren, keeping him off balance, Derfel came at him with blade and shield. I know not about your magic belt, but its magic seems to be spent. Derfel taunted as he followed Eren who rolled and swung the blade to meet Derfel. Feeling the rush of the fight Derfel came at Eren with the joyous smile of the fight, if not for all the running this would be more enjoyable.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

Eren becomes enraged, taking Derfel's comment as a verbal assault. He charges after Derfel with a centered pierce of his sword that, once parried by Derfel's, turns around into a rushed slash attack, Derfel deflects it with his sword and then, taking advantage of the very short recovery period that Eren takes, slams his shield into Eren's face. Eren is knocked on his ass with a broken nose and blood dripping from his face to the sand. As Eren looks up at the smug expression on Derfel's face, he quickly realizes that he will not be able to beat such an adept swordsman in his current state. Eren stands up and sheaths his sword, he grabs his broken nose and wrenches it, he quickly grows and changes into his titan form and with the area still full of Eren's steam from the change, brings his foot down to step on Derfel. Hearing no scream or any other noise, Eren assumes that he has crushed Derfel and with that Eren unhinges his jaw to let out a loud roar in indication of his victory, standing 15 meters tall. Andros sits in the waiting area with the other fighters, watching the fight in the shade, he seems impressed that such a sorcery is possible and considers the possibility of adding Eren to his team. A muscular, old fashioned, warrior looking man bearing the crusader's mark on his clothes, steps beside Andros. I have witnessed Defel fight before, do not believe that he is finished. My names is Simon Belmont and I would like to be the one to fight the winner. Andros look at Simon talk to the man in charge, Porthos.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

Derfel wondered at this new development. First you run around like a spider, now its mist, shield and sword at the ready he heard the growling in the air around him. By Merlin's beard what sort of magic is this? The mist separated and he saw the figure before him. Standing up and tall, the boy had grown into a giant, and one like he had never seen before. A foot came down and he dodged it easily. Coming behind the figure, still in its own mist, Derfel moved Hywelbane across the back of the giants leg. Normally the blade would bite deep, skin and sinew would separate under the edge of his sword. Now the skin of the giant resisted, it marred but the bite was not deep. The leg was tall and impossibly thick. Another foot came down as another scream of rage came out. The giant noticed him now and angry eyes looked down on him. Derfel knew he should be scared of it, the heat of battle was upon him and as he launched himself into innumerable shield walls and enemies he was committed and ready to die under his blade if he needed to though the rules of this contest forbid such an outcome. Come them big one, he taunted. Angry warriors always made mistakes, no matter how big they may be. A hand came down and covering himself, kneeling to gain a purchase Hywelbane met the hand, the blade biting deeper this time. The long mark across the palm of the hand as the giant pulled back, the hand thrust into a fist as another roar came. There was no obvious way to defeat the giant, unless it made its own mistakes, which was all Derfel could hope for at this time. With Hywelbane able to bite he had his chance, maybe with numerous cuts or one in the right place the giant would fall and it would end.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

As Eren roars loudly at Derfel, his hand and leg both exude steam until his wounds heal about one minute later. He pounds his fist into the ground, where Derfel stands, his fist smashes down so hard that his hand explodes into the sand. Derfel evades the attack and gets away with only blood spatter on him, which quickly evaporates into steam. Seizing the opportunity, Derfel races toward the injured hand and pierces into the exposed meat with his sword, just as Eren lifts the arm and Derfel hangs onto the hilt of his sword and hitches a ride up to Eren's face. Once Eren notices what Derfel is doing, he reaches out with his good hand and slaps Derfel to the sandy ground, but not before Derfel kicks off of Eren's arm, pulling his sword out and cuts Eren's face 4 times in a split second before he is swatted. Derfel travels nearly 15 meters downward at a diagonal angle, slides along the sandy surface, burning him deeply, and uses his sword to stop his movement and flip himself to his feet. He looks up and sees the steaming X with a cross in it begin to slowly heal, as well as Eren's wounded hand. Nothing smartass to say this time Eren gets out in a struggled voice.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

Didn't seem to mean much to you, Derfel retorted. Swinging the sword next to him as if loosening some tightness in his arm. Eren looked down covered in steam, the body healing as quickly as Derfel could wound him. Though large the body was relatively slow, as if relying on fear of the size to stun or slow an opponent down. While Derfel felt uneasy standing before, and under, the large figure he was used to odd magic. Such magic as this though seemed far beyond him, and what he didn't understand he ignored for the moment. Eren moved quickly at times, though the size and length of his arms and legs made the attacks far too clumsy. Against an agile foe Eren's size was an impediment and while Derfel scurried about to avoid grasping hands and stomping feet he could make no decisive attack that could end the fight with the giant. Since it seems that I can't wound you, Derfel began and moved aside as Eren again came at him, and you can't swat me to insignificance why don't we call this one a draw. Eren stilled a moment, the anger on his face, the dark hair wild. Derfel realized fighting many opponents like this would be far more difficult to survive, and counted his blessings from the Gods he only needed to face one such as this. After a moment Eren nodded, the body disappearing in a cloud of steam. Derfel sheathed Hywelbane and held out his arm, they clasped and he could see Eren thinking of trying some last trick. A grin back at the body as he clasped harder they laughed and stepped off the circle. From the other side of the arena the large viking steps in, in each hand a large battle axe. Svein of the White Horse bellows across the arena, the thick furs around his feet and chest are enough to be a simple armor but the large size displays power as the muscles ripple under the furs as Svein looks scornfully across the empty arena. Who challenges Svein?
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

Eren unhinges his jaw and lets out a loud roar, then composes himself and looks down at Derfel I came all of this way to display my abilities to the Blue Knight and lend him my gifts in combat letting off a lot of steam, Eren transforms back to his human form and I believe that I have done so, you are clearly the superior fighter though. This victory should go to you, I'll be around, see you soon I hope. Eren looks disappointed but walks off with dignity. With permission from Porthos, Simon runs out to the center of the arena to meet Svein of the White Horse, the brown leather pants that he wears do not hide the muscularity of his legs. He wears little in terms of armor, some leather boots and leather pad around his chest and shoulders as well as a steel helmet that offers no protection to the face, only to the head and ears. Without a word he sprints toward Svein, armed with several small blades, a whip, and a single steel knuckle on his right hand. Simon extends a leg, high enough to hit the viking's face, the boot is blocked by an axe. Kicks continue to fire off by Simon's leg, 6 per second and each with enough force to thrust his own body forward a few inches. The axes catch the first few before they are knocked out of position, the next few strike the fur on his chest until a final kick almost straight up to Svein's face. Svein, the behemoth of a man, miraculously still stands, and as Simon forcefully drops his leg into Svein's body, Svein grabs the leg and throws Simon back. Svein stops to recompose himself as Simon glares at him.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

Svein laughed heartily, you are quite the fighter. No viking of course, Svein moved forward faster than his bulk looked. The axes swinging in and jutting out forcing Simon to block with the steel band on his wrist or move out of the way. No viking, but adequate, he chided as Svein stopped as Simon leaped backwards the whip cracking on the ground before him. Grinning as Simon stood still for a moment, judging the distance between them. Svein did the same. He was a brawler at heart, like most Vikings. Ready at a moments notice to meet fist with fist and bloody nose with bloody nose. His own had been broken when he was younger more times than he could count. As Simon launched in again, like a sparrow from a tall limb. The body almost a blur as the whip cracked to the side as a distraction. Svein held the blade of one axe out, and the point of the other before him as a shield as he readied to absord any attack that Simon wished to try. First the hand punched, met by axe. The foot came up to kick, each time met by axe. Only the small blades after came through, two of them knocked aside, by axe, the third in his shoulder. Looking over with a grin Svein rolled his shoulder, stiffening the muscle as he did so. As if waking from a nap, his body roiled and swelled with muscle, like a cat stretching its back, Svein's chest and back muscles tightened then rolled. The small blade from his shoulder slowly slipped out and fell to the ground. The small pinch of the skin caught his attention as the blood welled within the dirtied fur. Tightening his hold on the axes Svein gave Simon a malicious grin, first blood to you, but not perhaps the last. With a loud shout Svein spun towards Simon, the blades of the axe spinning in the air about him. A line of death that flashed out as Svein stepped himself closer and closer to Simon, Svein's eyes boring holes into the man. The berserker fury was about him now, the blood staunching as he moved while it seemed only the arms moved Svein leaped forwards towards Simon the axes lashing out, the blades glinting in the sunlight. Each edge of the large axes reaching out for Simon, the steel lusting for his blood.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

Simon ducks and rolls backwards under the axe and rolls off of his shoulders into a back flip to narrowly avoid the other. Upon landing, a large axe comes crashing down on Simon almost immediately, Simon blocks it with an uppercut from his steel knuckle. Using the heavy axe pushing down against his steel knuckle, as leverage, he flicks his alchemist's whip upwards to deflect the other incoming axe, and starts to spin like a top, cutting at Svein's armor each time. Faster and faster Simon spins until a large portion of Svein's furry armor is cut off. Svein is unable to counter, every attempt only results in more cuts to his flesh. Simon stops, and with the final swing of his whip, tosses three small throwing knives that remained between Simon's fingers the entire time, into Svein's quadricep. Svein kneels for a moment, planning his next attack as he removes the knives. Your purpose here is to prove your worth in defending your country, now get up, Dracula's forces would show you no such courtesy shouts Simon before cracking his whip on the ground.