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Thread: Mx F or NB Genshin, Star Rail, Honkai Impact and Vtuber cravings!

Bump, changed around a bit.
Thread: Mx F or NB Genshin, Star Rail, Honkai Impact and Vtuber cravings!

Damn this place moves fast now. Guess I should bump more often.
Thread: Mx F or NB Genshin, Star Rail, Honkai Impact and Vtuber cravings!

Maybe I shouldn't bump at this hour but eh
Thread: Mx F or NB Genshin, Star Rail, Honkai Impact and Vtuber cravings!

a complete re-write and bump for my current interests
Thread: Mx F or NB Genshin, Star Rail, Honkai Impact and Vtuber cravings!

i shall never give up
Thread: Mx F or NB Genshin, Star Rail, Honkai Impact and Vtuber cravings!

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Thread: [CLOSED] Pulp Inc. Presents: Thrilling Tales of the New Continent! [Deante & Lasciel]

I am Omani, she offered after the introductions were made. When Siona explained what the cat had said, Lerron couldn't help a Shuh, of dismissal. The expression hadn't been missed. As well, perhaps it was also something in Siona's tone when she replied, or spoke to Lerron, that gave the cat reason to suspect they were merely placating. Cocking a brow, almost playfully, and extended one finger. Stepping to the edge of the river, she knelt and scooped up water carefully in both hands. Merely turning her body to show the foreigners, she held it for several moments. Instantly the water stilled in her cupped palms. Then it seemed to darken, before it dried out, melting in reverse into river dirt. Spreading her hands, the dust filtered through her fingers. Lerron gopped. She smirked, but continued in a more serious tone. If you anger the spirit, or call it to make a grand offering, Kanjalli will appear. I see it every year on a special day, when my people give thanks to its aid. Worship is the food spirits eat, what can make them strong, and they are always hungry. Onami's bright, green eyes met Siona's emphatically. Kanjalli is fair. It pays particular attention to us, because my tribe depends on it so. We live in its crook, you see. It likely would not have noticed your first drink, or maybe the two of you crossing, but better to go forward knowing than to not. As to tribute, anything it thinks you value, anything shiny, or interesting. The river spirit is less fickle than ones of the sea. Just whatever you do, do not bathe in the spirit's waters. Or dump your shit there. The cat's ears folded back, the fur rising along her spine, and she looked like she'd rather eat her own tail. Lerron rocked foot to foot, growing impatient with an explanation he suspected was less than helpful to their direct situation. Ask her where we are . It was a fair question, which Siona relayed. In the sand Omani drew a large, crooked h before making some wiggly lines below it. Then she tapped the southeastern corner, just inside. We are here. My people... she hesitated, turning her eyes up to look at Siona through her hair. I seek forgiveness, Siona, for I do not know yet why you have come. The answer Siona gave seemed to mollify her, but Omani did not continue. You are with the most recent foreigners then. They are... she wagged her finger further east of their position, clearly vague on the specific spot. I have not seen them, but a few of our hunters have. Kanjalli was most offended and asked my people to investigate, for the most recent newcomers had come and taken a bucket full of water, and when it turned to sand, they cursed the river and stomped off, not returning. Since then we have all kept close to the river, watching for any who might cross, but you are the first that I know have made it. Practically seeing the salt on Lerron, she added, And crossing the hard way, it seems. It wasn't clear if they could make it to the base camp, or to Omani's village before nightfall though, as the sky continued to darken.
Thread: [CLOSED] Pulp Inc. Presents: Thrilling Tales of the New Continent! [Deante & Lasciel]

Odate didn't expect to be picked up, but he let himself get draped over her shoulder. It allowed him to give a cheeky wave to his friends as he was carried away, grinning all too self-satisfied. That spotty, stripey tail fwipped one way, then the other, wrapping around Razel's neck, or paffing her across the nose. He was by far the most playful man she'd rumbled with, but man he was those capable hands on his hind end and legs soon had a firmness pressed into her shoulder, and the muscles underneath her fingers flexed to press into her touch. The ocelot seemed all to willing to float with the river's flow, quite curious about how these Ulcharkians courted. The local girls were playful but never this assertive, and it was a pleasant change of pace. The treehouse was indeed sturdy, but small, a good comparison to her tent back at base. Which Razel was quite used to no barracks, no, but the ship's bunks had been little more than cubbies with hammocks. She had a little more room to stand tall, as the roofs were as peaked and slanted as a tent's, to better let the rain flow off. A bachelor, he shared it with another unwed male, so the interior was sparse except for some bags hanging off off pegs. When she started stripping, he waited to join her. There wasn't much for him to get rid of, but he also wanted her attention. Finally when he was seeing a lot of bare fur, Odate had but give a tug and a wiggle and the minimal garment was kicked into a corner. He would be winning no blue robins for size, which she no doubt could have expected a man his height and species, he wouldn't be bringing a halberd. Still it was not so small as to not be serviceable, and would certainly get the job done. He was not self-conscious about his endowment either, both displaying it with a flirtatious tilt of his hips while his attention was on her own body. Razel caught his hands and pinned them easily, because he was reaching out ot touch her when she did. Once more he was caught off guard, and it took him a moment to catch up, but he gave a cocky grin. Where was this going to go? Though he struggled a hint, more put off by his inability to touch her than anything else Odate was simply not used to being the passive one. And, as she had come to understand from him, he still found a catty way around his predicament. Her height put her breast in range of his face, and he tilted his head, brushing the tip against her nipple. The second stroke, though, was a pleasant friction against her skin, his raspy tongue moved slow and practiced to tease the roughness against her without being too abrasive. She'd never bedded a feline before, and while she'd heard about those tongues, the sensation was utterly new. He nudged the fur of her tit enough to lap at the areola around the nub itself, and then swirled the skin again.
Thread: [CLOSED] Pulp Inc. Presents: Thrilling Tales of the New Continent! [Deante & Lasciel]

No, it would not surprise him to discover that, say, the white-furred woman was a chatty sort who needed to be talked out of her clothes. She did not strike Odate as the action sort. Which was just fine by him. Cute sure, but he had went after Razel for a reason. No, he wouldn't try to escape either. It was clear she wanted him caught, and he was fully into playing along now. The cat went up on his toes as her thigh glided over him, then he shifted at her herding. So far he was accommodating all her gestures and requests, and underneath her fingers his muscles tensed, and he nudged up against her touch. It wasn't until that caress intentionally deviated and started to taunt that she got the first bit of resistance, a roll of his eyes up at her that said Really? That's when she started herding him, and the message was received. No need to press too long, he sank down comfortably. Palms planted on the tops of her thighs, kneading in lazy waves as his nose dipped in, and he ran his tongue up the inseam of her thigh. The same motion was repeated on the other leg in reverse, and he made his way higher. But two could play that teasing game the wet, pink lash swept up to groom the fur of her mons, just north of her clit, swirling down down down until he almost touched it--and then to the side, the crease where thigh and pelvis met, where her fingers were tucked in. He nipped one of those digits. Still he couldn't keep at the game any longer either, and dove in. Oh, he knew how to do this. Not too hard, stroking using the raspy tip to flutter inside, then out, and paint her inner labia, before migrating up to-- Odate jerked his head to the side and bit her thigh lightly, growling like a beast, head shaking as if he were to tear a chunk loose. Then, grinning, he went back to the task, this time genuinely shining that bead. First the underside of his tongue, smooth little brushes, and then the rougher top. Lips settled over the numb and he sucked on it, rolling his lips about. While up to such trouble, his hands had migrated around to the backs of her thighs, squeezing the taut muscles, then slid higher to cup her ass. Here he squeezed hungrily, pressed her cheeks together, and pricked her skin with his claws. Finally he could touch , and touch he did, using his grip to pull her firmer into his face. All the while he kept his round ears up, and occasionally came up for air, letting him look up past her breasts to see her face. She hadn't struck him a sa particularly responsive woman, not a vocal one at least, and he was looking for some kind of sign he was following the right trail.
Thread: [CLOSED] Pulp Inc. Presents: Thrilling Tales of the New Continent! [Deante & Lasciel]

Along with that well-textured tongue was another sensation that was fairly new to Razel a purr. The ocelot's mouth vibrated around her, a pleasant little rumble that traveled down into her. It wasn't as strong as it could've been, but he was fairly content, if not satisfied, with the effect he was having on her. Though certainly the most quiet lover he'd had well, the most quiet one who wasn't trying to be quiet, and he had little to go on except the jump of her muscles, her breath. Not the best measure, seeing as those were subtle and he was quite focused on playing her instrument. How could he have forgotten to use his fingers? Probably the fact that she was being quite forceful about it. Besides, given that Razel was practically sitting on his chin with how firm she was pushing against him, Odate would have had trouble getting a hand between his jaw and her. Still, at the prompting he did as requested, two fingers immediately sinking in before spreading, then twisting and curling, giving the feel of something thick in that tight grip. Finally when she started really rolling across his muzzle, the cat tilted his maw and wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking once more. That was the best thing he could do in all that frantic motion, and the one thing he had spotted really made her muscles jump. There was certainly a swipe or two of tongue along the way, but he kept that constatn sensation up, helped all the more by the buzz of his purring lips. When she let him go, he leaned back, taking a deep breath. His eyes rolled up to her, smiling at that expression, his own mussed a bit by the wet muzzle-fur all askew. Rising, he wondered what she was going to do, holding still--and this time keeping his hands at his sides. Eyes closing, he relaxed as she licked--and then tensed as she grabbed him, the long tail whipping against the tree. Unable to help himself, he fucked up into her palm, pent up and eager, but he stopped after the second, so suddenly something might have been wrong. Only that he'd remembered to behave the message that she was in control had certainly sunk in, and he was letting her lead fully, not wanting to jeopardize this ending. When she squeezed his tip, those spotty hips squirmed on the spot, and he huffed out a little mewl. Oh he kissed back sure, and pressed his chest against hers, but resisted pushing against that pumping grasp.
Thread: [CLOSED] Pulp Inc. Presents: Thrilling Tales of the New Continent! [Deante & Lasciel]

Needy? Definitely. He was starting to worry though that this would end with him spraying across her thigh and that was that. Then she led him literally by the cock, earning a surprised little chuckle out of him. The fussing with the mat got a tilt of his head, not quite clear why she wasn't opening it, but in truth, not really caring. Then he found himself herded onto his back, and he didn't object. No, object was the wrong word. The bite on his neck caught him off guard---not that it wouldn't come from a woman like this, but that he enjoyed it so thoroughly. Odate's back arched and he let out a bit of a huff, shuddering underneath her. Though he enjoyed the teeth claiming his throat, the woman was maddening . The constant grind, the impression that he was about to slide inside only to have her move away. He wanted in . When she rose, when she rose up, and with it his delight--only to find that every single step of the process was slow, teasing, constant. The push of him into her, once she was seated, her movements. The pressure was certainly elating. Something about a body pressing down on his pelvic bone, at the right angle, was a good kind of uncomfortable, like it should set his teeth to hurting.For Razel, those curious little ridges and nubs certainly caressed her interior in such lovely ways, those around his tip fluttering over her formix, while with her grinding about his base, the ones there brushed her labia easily. At the right angle, one along the base might even nudge her clit. The finesse and control of her musculature was impressive, the way she squeezed and pushed him wasn't anything he'd experienced, and Kanjalli's rapids she was gorgeous, breasts rising, hair spilling like a waterfall. Yet still maddening. The ocelot wanted to move . Wanted action. This was no wild chase, this was no thrashing passion. Was it to express control over him? To show who was stronger? He squirmed beneath her, clearly agitated, but not wanting to stop either, because stopping and not finishing would be worse than the inching. Yet she wasn't letting him cum, either. Abomdi modo olante. Despite her confused expression, it took him a moment or two to realize that whatever magic had allowed them to talk was gone. The next thing he said needed no translation, an irritated curse. The best he could do, though, was appease her. The cat palnted a palm on her lower stomach and swiveled his thumb down, taping her clit. With the mink moving so slowly, Odate could use a claw to delicately, delicately trace the nub. Just a little brush here and there before he went back to using his thumb, applying pressure, the slow waves of her loins doing more of the work.
Thread: [CLOSED] Pulp Inc. Presents: Thrilling Tales of the New Continent! [Deante & Lasciel]

Had the little fox's spell worn off already? The thought concerned Razel not because she felt a dire need to communicate with Odate, but because it warned her that time was getting away from her. She doubted Siona was in any danger, but if the biologist had concluded her business and the party was left waiting on her, well... there would be a thorough tongue-lashing from Tasa for that, and one not at all resembling the one she'd just received! But, ah, those were issues she could deal with later there was a very distracting matter at-hand and one she would soon need to conclude, it seemed. She increased not the speed of her strokes, but the force of them, driving his cock so firmly into her that it made her gasp. Oh, yes, those nubs were quite the treat, especially as the ones towards the base slid in and out of her as she moved. Razel would've reached down to touch herself, but Odate had already gotten the right idea, so she adjusted her angle slightly to give him better access. Still, she craved more contact, and moved the hand that had been on his hips to grab him by the collarbone and roughly drag him into a seated position. The mink paused her fucking briefly to adjust her position, removing her hand from his shoulder only to loop it around her waist, crushing his muzzle into her generous breasts. This, of course, left his hand trapped between them, but Razel seemed to care little. When she resumed, it was with both powerful and fast strokes, fucking down onto him with enough force to bruise him. The arm circling his waist crushed him against her tightly, though at a low enough pivot point that he could still maneuver thanks to that flexible feline spine of his. She rode him then in earnest, huffing at the bottom of each stroke as their hips met with a muffled, wet sound. Her other hand she brought around to plant on the back of his head, forcing his mouth to her left nipple. She bent her neck then and clamped her teeth down around the left side of his neck, hard enough to leave a mark though well short of breaking the skin. Her tongue worked against his fur and he could feel, rather than hear, a low growl coming from her. She increased the length of her strokes, going so far that Odate's head nearly popped out of her at the top. There was an aspect of danger, of course if he became unseated before the down-stroke she'd likely break his poor pecker in half! But the cat had indicated, in not-so-many words, that he wanted movement, and Razel was determined to give it to him. Her own peak was close besides, he could feel it in the way her muscles clamped down powerfully and consistently on him. Her breath came in short pants now, hot and moist against his neck, and he could feel her thighs beginning to tremble as they had when he'd gotten her off with his tongue and fingers. The hand on his waist had moved down to grab his ass, pressing him up into her as she thrust down onto him, her blunt claws leaving little divots as Razel became too distracted to moderate her strength.
Thread: Question Full VS. Almost Full Access

Hiya! I know that to get full access you need to post three times, but to get nearly full access you just need to post an introduction. I have the NEARLY full access after posting my introduction and this will be my second one, but I would just like to know what can you do with full access that you don't have access to with the nearly full? Sorry if I phrased that weird or in a confusing way I did the best I could. Thank you!
Thread: Question Full VS. Almost Full Access

Can't start private conversations, no Discord access, you won't be able to bump your request threads, a few forums are hidden from view.
Thread: Lets try something weird... <M x F>

I broke the law and tried to bump early. Now I am contrite.
Thread: Fx Any Looking for almost any smut that's not vanilla

bump. i might not respond to some messages just so you know as i tend to get more than i can handle.
Thread: To Love a Dark Lord [Dark Fantasy Romance, M/M , M/F, M/NB Welcome!]

Oooh, this one looks good... If you're interested in me, hit me up via PM. Let's work on some ideas.
Thread: To Love a Dark Lord [Dark Fantasy Romance, M/M , M/F, M/NB Welcome!]

Sounds like fun, PM me
Thread: Soul Eater Ultimate (MysteriousD & GuardianAngel)

Everything hurt. That was how Diego Vendrix felt as he was lying down on the bed of the medical room over at Shibusen. He was a young man of average height for his age, though he looked shorter because of his stocky frame and admittingly somewhat chubby appearance, though he has been working that off. He was only in a hospital garb along with bandages around him his torso... from being sliced. He was a weapon... a Scythe to be exact and thus, he ended up being paired up with Maka Albarn. They... had trouble getting along. Sure, both were intelligent and could keep up with one another, but he did not like how she talked about her dad, Spirit. It started small, with him making comments and then it became spats. He pointed out her mother's absence in her general life even before the divorce and the lack of any substantial evidence Spirit cheated nor the suspicious lack of anything on Maka's mother's part on it. She usually try and Maka chop him, but he'd either dodge or block it. It was nuts. But... she was his friend. The first real person beyond family to care about him. And for a friendless dork like him... it meant everything to him. Enough to where when they were facing off against that kishin wannabe Crona... he took a blade to the chest. He remained conscious enough to see Spirit and Stein go and chase them off along with one he thought was a witch before blacking out. He awoke, slowly and in pain, wondering why it felt like his head was filled with a faint echo of a cackle. His glasses were on the table so his brown eyes could be seen. They matched well his black eyes... Though even without them, he could see the blurry figure of his meister.
Thread: Soul Eater Ultimate (MysteriousD & GuardianAngel)

It felt like time had been ticking by at a very slow pace for even Maka Albarn as she was in the hospital room with the young man that was laying on the bed. Even now she was blaming herself for the fact that he had gotten hurt, it had been her fault. Every since he had gotten hurt she had been internally punishing herself, as if that would somehow help in the end. Not that it did actually help him whatsoever, and she was certain that he would probably be more than a little upset that she was blaming herself. Nobody was to blame for what happened. They had gotten into a fight with an opponent that was far more than what that had expected. And they had lost. If anything they were both at fault for thinking that they could take that Crona person on. Crona and his strange weapon, Ragnarok. Had Spirit and Stein not shown up when they had, who knows what would have happened. They had chased Crona off and then had gotten Diego out of there. Maka had ended up just freezing up after seeing Diego fall, and that wouldn't have helped any at all either. Now she was still in the hospital room with her weapon, although at some point in time, waiting for him to wake up, she had ended up dozing off next to him. While she was sitting in the chair she had her arms resting on the bed, using those as a pillow. Something did end up waking her up though which had her sitting up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Although this is when she noticed that Diego seemed to be awake as well. You're awake. the light brown haired female breathed after a moment in time. There was a look of grief in her eyes but that quickly changed to more relief. She was glad to see that her weapon was finally awake. No she wouldn't say that he was alright, because he definitely wasn't. But he was awake. That was definitely good.
Thread: Soul Eater Ultimate (MysteriousD & GuardianAngel)

Y-yeah, Diego said as he was struggling to sit up. He still felt the intense pain over on his gut from the intense slice as well as the fact that he had gotten stitched up. Though he also found he healed remarkably quickly, though he was unsure as if why. He looked over to Maka... he was relieved that she was okay. She must have been waiting for him to wake up. They fought alot, but they were still partners after all. Sorry for keeping you worried, he said as he managed to sit-up as best he could. He put on his glasses and sighed. He figured Black Star, Tsubaki, Death the Kid and the Thompson sisters were worried about him. Their little circle of friends. He sighed, still feeling pretty tired. I'm glad you're all right, Diego added as he looked at his meister. They had bickered a bit, even while they were riding Diego's scooter over to the Cathedral where that meister and weapon duo were. They were outclassed to say the least. Their weird vibroattacks pierced his defense and they maintain only some sort of defense because Diego practiced sneak attacks with a scythe. However, then they nearly sliced Maka and Diego took the hit. But he was surviving. He looked at his partner and it seemed like alot of those arguments did not much now anymore.