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Thread: From The Stars (Collector x Yenpointfive)

As soon as she mentioned the possibility of him raping her, Nathan's hands dropped away from her body and he pulled out of her. He let her say her peace and then gave a soft sigh. Really... He said softly. I should probably be a bit more worried about those hunks of me you took off... He mused. Adrenaline and hormones had gotten the better of him and he was forced to admit that while neither of them was likely to die from their wounds, neither really ought to be engaging in intercourse right then either. He reached down to help her up, visibly hesitating just a second before picking the cut limb over the broken one. Once he had her up on her feet he reached down and picked up his pants, slipping them back on. It wasn't comfortable to stuff his manhood back into its wrapping but right about then nothing was all that comfortable. He took hold of Ashling's metallic arm for a multitude of reasons. It kept her from bolting, it showed he was in charge of her, and he could support himself a bit on the limb without the possibility of hurting her. His other hand reached for his radio and switched it on. You can come out now. We're done fighting, the afterparty has been postponed, and I could use a medic to tell me not to drink before I start. He said. In a couple of moments the other agents had closed the distance between their hiding places and where he and Ashling stood, along with one of the braver army medics who started to immediately rifle through his kit and produced some pills which Nathan stopped him from handing out. She doesn't get fed any pills till we get a look at her and are fairly sure that won't do more harm than good. I don't take any till she gets some. He said with a sigh, really wishing that he wasn't the kind of person to turn down pain meds on a fair's fair basis. The medic started to check Nathan's field dressings as the sound of helicopters entered their perception. The agents were doing a great job of looking directly at neither Nathan nor Ashling as they collected her jumpsuit and gear and extinguished any remaining fires around her craft. Right now he was as much an oddity to them as she was. Before the helicopters got too close for them to hear each other the agent in command turned to his former opponent, looking up into her eyes and giving her a slightly pained smile. I just realized. You've tried to kill me, I've been inside you, and I still have no idea what to call you. He said with a chuckle that reminded him his ribs were at least bruised from when he'd hit the ground. Nathan. He said, extending his hand to her.
Thread: Ideas for the new year

Updated with a new idea, it's time for a Bump!! The idea isn't really new it's more of an oldie but whatever.
Thread: Ideas for the new year

Bump!!
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Updated!! Added a 4th idea that just randomly popped into my head.
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Post Edited! Now Bump!!
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Thread: Craving some dark rp's (Update and new craving)

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Thread: looking for Daughter for Futa mum (FutaxF)

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Same here!
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So will I. Sounds great
Thread: MadMaleGenius Adult Requests: Looking For Vampire/Werewolf/Fantasy Rp

RE MadMaleGenius Adult Requests Looking For VampireWerewolfSkyrim Rp Updated Page Info and Idea
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Thread: YIM PARTNER WANTED!

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Bumps again
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Bump! Stuck at work looking for partners! GO BRONCOS!
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Bump. Edited first post looking for one plot only right now.
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Still looking, need someone who knows all about HSOTD and is willing to play longterm over Email, IM, or PM.
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Still looking Craving Slenderman, guys are welcome as long as you can play female. No MM! I am willing to play female.
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Thread: Any one know any good anime roleplaying sites

Not trying to replace bluemoon by any means but im having trouble finding more anime specific roleplays and was wondering if any one knew any good ones? the only criteria is to be able to roleplay xxx. ps any one looking to roleplay check out my request thread and shoot me a pm
Thread: Because good sluts need a collar around the neck

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Bumpity
Thread: Because good sluts need a collar around the neck

BTW you are only allow one bump a day.
Thread: Because good sluts need a collar around the neck

xanaphia said BTW you are only allow one bump a day. Click to expand... Thanks for the reminder. Havent been on in awhile
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I'm looking to get back in to the groove of things Is there anything there you are craving specifically?
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Currently, not at the moment XD
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Thread: k i s s i n g angels goodbye. [ dou x fate ]

As young as she was, they had told her she'd be making a fools choice to go it alone. She wasn't ready, and certainly not ready enough to do things like that on her own, and yet there she was, alone. She had every intention in mind to prove her worth, to the other angels, and most importantly, God. She would make the Creator very happy, and that was her goal in this lone quest, to find out important information and bring it back to Azrael, who would in turn tell their Creator. That was all this little angel had ever wanted, however that had not at all been how it turned out. She had gone in as stealthily as she knew how, though prepared herself with a weapon in case of an emergency. And she had certainly found herself in an emergency, fighting for what she thought would be her life, and in truth it was. Though, this particular little angel was not put to immediate death, nor were her wings clipped. Sitting on the floor now, the room was cold, something her body was slowly getting used to despite the thin robes that were once pure white and long. Now cut short to the smooth skin of her creamy thighs, she had been missing for days. Surely someone was being sent to look for her? Samaire was beginning to lose hope, unaware that this was exactly what her captor was after, to see how long it took for a mere angel to break. She had been here for days, an uncountable amount, though she knew she had been here far too long. Where was Azrael? Where was the Creator? Dark hair pooling around her face as she shook her head, she suddenly felt. . Angry. Angry at the other angels for disregarding her and leaving her here to rot, her wings flickering behind her as though trying to remind her of God. Her wings were dirty and as it appeared, her soul was following suit, wiping the tears from her eyes, the shackles seemed to only add to her misery. She had only been an angel for what a human would call a year, time not necessarily moving the same as it did on Earth, she couldn't remember how she died, and most angels who were at her ranks didn't. It was something angels considered unnecessary, as now they were in Heaven, the end all. Unfortunately, demons had never really been impressed with the heavenly species, as being shined in a lesser light clearly showed no great things, the war had erupted and had surprised no one. It was coming, they all knew. Lucifer playing the cards right, and waiting and lurking, plotting, there were plans being made to take the Angelic ones down. Was that why she was here? If Azrael would here, the lead angel would tell the girl not to be so prideful, or vain. War starts on bigger terms than you or I, little one. Another set of tears filled her pretty eyes to the brim, shaking her head as she looked around the dark room, crawling into the corner with the sound of her chains dragging, Someone please help me.
Thread: k i s s i n g angels goodbye. [ dou x fate ]

Of course the young one had no real idea as to what was going to happen to her, why she was having her body played with and her mind compromised for the sake of some sick trial run. She had no idea that she was just a test, to be played with and have the pure soul she had worked so hard to keep, ripped away from her in just a few days of being played with. Samaire was a toy, and Cassiel knew all along. Her body wasn't prepared for what she was going to be put through, and God would only outweigh her thoughts of temptation for so long. Temptation would devour her purity. Or rather, Cassiel would. Her chest rising and falling innocently, it was apparently just one more thing that drove the woman, that drove her to tempt Samaire, to push her body over the edge. The color in her eyes wavered again, no longer filled with the tears of fear, still shining with a glaze of something unfamiliar. Never in her time spent as a celestial being had she ever felt this way, her wings fluttering almost calmly behind her, her cheeks a faint pink color as her head lulled back carefully. Licking her lips gently, she caught herself letting her mind wander again, only to have it dragged back in by the hands of this woman gripping her breasts. Touching her body, touching her through her tattered robe, telling her to confide in the matters of the flesh. There were words fighting with the words of God, and she wasn't sure who it was telling her these things, telling her to submit and peel these clothes from her hot skin. She didn't need them, though Cassiel proved that she would work her no matter what she wore, half lidded eyes watching the woman's face sink to one of her soft mounds. Her nails gently clawed at the flooring again, the cloud in her mind left her confused and afraid, uncertain with no one to ask what this was. Why did her skin feel so hot, and why did she sigh with relief when she felt the tug of the hem of her robe slipping up over her legs. There was no one here who had explained what these feelings were, other than Cassiel. Pain? No, there was something more than pain here, something deep and seeded, bubbling even. But her body felt smothered, almost stiff and lifeless beneath these touches of the woman, the dark aura around her, gripping her tightly and holding onto her almost firmer than Cassiel's hands. Had Azrael ever explained this feeling to her before? Beyond temptation, there was certainly something else hidden beneath this. . Lust came the soft whisper of another in her mind, her skin shivering without even being cold beneath Cassiel's touch.
Thread: k i s s i n g angels goodbye. [ dou x fate ]

How did it feel, letting your body experience the sensations of lust and desire for the first time in your life? Cassiel remembered, she remembered how it had felt when she'd finally let her curiosity take over, driving her toward the acts of the flesh. She remembered all too well the overwhelming sensations that had washed throughout her body, boiled her blood, corrupted her being. If any being knew what Samaire went through now, it was the very demoness who pulled her along. Cassiel let out a soft moan as her hot lips slid across the angel's flesh. Samaire had begun to radiate heat, the type of heat an angel had never known, was never supposed to know. Cassiel tugged the robe again, baring more leg. Enough playing, whispered Cassiel, her voice hoarse. She nipped at a breast once more before moving, inhumanly fast. Strong, insistent hands parted quivering thighs. Cassiel allowed her nails to drag along the sensitive flesh of Samaire's inner leg, just teasing her way up. Another hand grabbed the hem of the robe, already partially pulled and yanked. Soon the angel's promised land would be revealed to the demon. Cassiel stared for a few moments, fighting the urge to drool. There it was an untouched angelic sex. Truly no juices tasted better than those that lay between this being legs. No, no, that wasn't true Cassiel fully believed that feasting upon Azrael would taste even more delicious than this first sampling. Still, the demon delved. Her head dove between the angel's legs. Hands kept thighs apart, allowing Cassiel room. First the hot lips traced all along the area, not quite touching, but instead pressing the hot flesh all along. Cassiel paused to nip and nibble at the inner thigh, just slightly grinding her teeth, wanting to see the flesh beneath pucker. The lips formed another seal, formed the seal and sucked. The tongue flickered out for just the moment, a light glance before Cassiel moved on. Her lips found the top of Samaire's mound and lightly kissed. Then the tongue extended, dragging along the area, drawing shapes. The demon drew out the pentagram, crossing each star and making certain to leave wet trails over the squirming angel. Once this lay in place, Cassiel delved lower. Her mouth closed over Samaire's sex for the first time. Lips engulfed, and Cassiel began to feast.
Thread: k i s s i n g angels goodbye. [ dou x fate ]

What was Cassiel hiding? The demon looked up at her angel captive at those words, her green-gold eyes searching. She knew of the bond, had counted on it, had already manipulated it, but surely it couldn't be that powerful. Surely Azrael could not control her little protege, make the poor thing speak words that didn't belong to her. Why, that bordered on sinful, didn't it? Or had Cassiel already gotten Azrael so worked up that the angel was crossing lines never meant to be crossed. The thought was simply delicious, nearly as delicious as the fine feast that lay before Cassiel's face. That feast was far more tempting than answering questions or listening to some pathetic, whimpering wretch. Cassiel showed no signs of even hearing words, be they the ones spoken through a mouthpiece or the eager pleas of soft young flesh. no, Cassiel feasted. She feasted upon the innocent flesh that lay before her. The demon's entire mouth engulfed Samaire's tiny sex. Wet heat would close about those inner lips, wholly encircling them. The lips would draw, sucking out moisture and taking the bits of flesh with them. Cassiel drew Samaire's nether lips into her mouth. She suckled upon them, drawing her head back to just pull at the tender bits of flesh. The pull would stretch until Samaire showed signs of the beginning of pain. Barely would those sensations show when Cassiel would release. The release did not signal relieve, however. For as Cassiel's lips parted, she dove again. Her lips continued to dash against the entrance to Samaire's holiest of holies, contorting and writhing. The demon dragged her lips all over, purposefully smearing her demonic spittle even as she collected the sweet angelic dew of arousal. The demon stopped to nibble at the entrance, before bringing her hands up. One pushed lightly against the hip, pushing back, baring more. The other extended upward, pressing against the folds, parting them. The demon sought out something in particular, her mouth and fingers exploring the tight region of Samaire's sex. Ah, there, Cassiel smiled as she saw it. The tiniest little nub of flesh, as underdeveloped as the rest of the poor angel's sexual parts. Yet it swelled and pulsed with doubtless previously not thought of need. The demon stared with wonder at the little pearl for several seconds. Her lips pursed and she blew, her hot demon breath tickling the little button. Cassiel's head descended, her lips engulfing the button in its entirety. The demon's cheeks again caved as she suckled hard, as though through sheer force of lip and suction she could draw that bundle of nerves away from the angel. The demon Cassiel suckled the angel Samaire's clitoris with inhuman fervor.
Thread: k i s s i n g angels goodbye. [ dou x fate ]

The sound of chains shifting, her body was beginning to try and feel the relaxed sensation that came from events such as this. Though, each time her body attempted, whether it be her so called 'faith' or Cassiel's tongue diving back into her, her skin grew tense again. What could be done in a situation such as this, these emotions arising that were causing her to forget something so simple as how to pray? All she felt she could do was call out, and even still, that thought was soon disappearing away from her. Again she felt the surge of wanting to close her legs around the other's head, dark eyes watching aimlessly as Cassiel's hands continued to prevent that from happening. They didn't, however, prevent the consistent trembles of what the other would enjoy knowing was pleasure, something her body hadn't quite yet adjusted to. The heat seemed to become something less unusual now, simply turning into a buzzing tingle, or at least that was how she felt it, the chains on her ankles shifting as her legs were pushed just a bit further out. The pink puff of her cheeks and the occasional sound of her breathing catching in her throat, though her back had once been pressed against the wall to get away from the demon, her head had began to lean forward just slightly. Hair pooling around her face and over her shoulders, Samaire's lips had remained parted for quite some time after her last plead, though the next thing to fall from them was not a whimper, or a cry for help. It was a moan, small and almost unrecognizable, caused by the sudden introduction of Cassiel's finger, her body shivering at another new sensation arising through her. Without particular knowledge of it, with her saliva drenched breasts rising and falling, she leaned forward a bit more, another moan arriving just in time for her eyes to curiously, and wonderfully, observe the work of the demon's mouth. What was this that made her body feel so, so good? She had never felt this way, and her curiosity was beginning to pick at her, beginning to question why God's graces had never granted her this delicious feeling and serenity. There was no reason that this was sinful, right? Another pang caused her hand to carefully shift over her chest, closing her eyes and shaking her head as one of the men behind her spoke now, If we stay here any longer, they could overpower us. We should go back, What was Cassiel hiding. Nodding her head lightly, Azrael moved from the carcass of the creature she had only moments ago slayed, returning to the beautiful creature that had once carried her there. We will go back. I want someone watching them, at all times. Came her words once they reached their safety, the sun glistening down on each of them as she moved away from the flying horse, the faint signs of freckling dancing as she scrunched her nose for a moment. Frustration, was the only way to put it, knowing she needed to be there, to help Samaire away from the hands of a former comrade. One that had once been one of their own. God still loves you Cassiel.
Thread: k i s s i n g angels goodbye. [ dou x fate ]

Damn virgins. A demon, someone or something that wallowed in sin and decadence, would have already cum into Cassiel's eager mouth. A female succubus would have released the gates and screamed her pleasure. A demon's body would have quaked, shivered, shook, and eventually released that sweet, sweet nectar into the awaiting mouth. But not a virgin, certainly not a celestial one. No, little Samaire simply quivered more, she shook, the little twitches light. And why wouldn't they be? The angel's body was barely built to feel such pleasures, her soul and skin wrapped in holy powers. Some angels would even argue that they couldn't feel the pleasures of the flesh in the slightest. So while little Samaire only let out a slight moan, the barest of noises, as the demoness tongued her clit, Cassiel knew full well that the floodgates were opening. Little holes had been drilled in those gates, bits already leaking through. When the angel's defenses collapsed, it would likely be so sudden that even Cassiel wouldn't anticipate the release. The demoness shifted position again. Her dark wings fluttered, just touching the floor. Shoulders rolled, hands moved. Demons did not need to breathe, did not need to come up for air if they didn't need to. Normally Cassiel did having the oxygen helped with the thinking. Now though, now she feasted. Her mouth engulfed the holy sex, feeling the tremors of the flesh. Lips surrounded the button, drawing it upward yet again. This time, however, teeth descended. The demon's teeth held the angel's clitoris within. It pinched, it squeezed, it scraped. As it did, the tongue extended, flittering and flicking about the head of the clit at inhuman, unholy speeds. And this was not all. The hands shifted once more. Fingers parted wet folds, leaving the pink open. They pulled at that soft flesh, parted curtains. Then they delved, ducking within the confines. Cassiel extended only two curled fingers into Samaire's tight, untouched sex. She did not delve deep the removal of any virginal barriers belonged to another part of the demon's form. But the fingers wiggled and worked, squirmed and writhed. The nails dragged along the sensitive flesh, careful not to cut, not to harm, but to scrape and add the rough sensation to the already existing mixture. Another hand dragged along the bottom, cupping the bottom of Samaire's sex, the fingers spreading out to support angelic cheeks, fingers just teasing about the lower half, dancing, working to tease and taunt the entire lower half of the heavenly being's heavenly form. Words, a feeling of words, rolled over Cassiel. She could feel their owner more than she could feel their meaning. Azrael, reaching out and seeking, insisting. The demon knew that the angel knew. That knowledge made her smile, and the smile made her lean in all the further, pressing harder still against her angelic plaything, adding yet more pressure. That dam would explode, and soon.