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Thread: My Christmas Present

He lapped up her juice remembering her taste so well and just how much he loved it. He nuzzled against her as she kissed his forehead just wanting to be close though now his cock was starting to hurt it was so hard. He nickered slightly wanting to press her back to the ground and press his cock into her pussy wanting to feel her walls around him tightening as she neared orgasm but as always he never pushed her he let her decided if they continued or not.
Thread: My Christmas Present

Fryan... she panted softly, wanting to feel him now. She had no idea where that name came from, but it fit him well. She had never wanted to be fucked by anything so badly as she did now, and she moved slowly onto her hands and knees. I'm ready for you... She wanted to know what it felt like to have a horse's cock in her, even though it wasn't quite as big as it would be when he was fully grown.
Thread: My Christmas Present

Fryan?Fryan yes he liked that it seemed to fit him but right now anything she called him would wound good to him. He nuzzled against her lightly as she turned over. Moving closer his front hooves on either side of her as his cock touched her pussy. He needed her badly and so didn??t wait but pushed in as deep as he could his muzzle pressing against the back of her neck as his foot long cock sunk into her tight pussy.
Thread: My Christmas Present

She moaned and moved back to take his cock in her pussy, loving how wrong, yet how right it felt. She felt like she belonged with him again, and she wasn't going to deny him anything. Her fingers dug into the straw, and she groaned. She loved how he seemed to be kissing her with his nose against the back of her neck. Mae never wanted to be separated from him again, and she'd do anything to stay with him forever.
Thread: My Christmas Present

Fryan didn??t want to hold back with her he wanted to pound her to her orgasm like he had so many times before. He nuzzled her neck nibbling on it lightly and then down her back as he started to thrust in and out of her pussy if a horse could growl he would be. Only about half of his cock was inside her and he knew that he could push on into her womb but she was just so tight that he was afraid of hurting her if he did so he just held back thrusting just in her pussy.
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Mae moaned and moved her hips back against his cock rougher than before. She wanted to feel all of his cock in her pussy, pushing into her womb. She thought she was going to die from just feeling his cock only half way inside her. Please...Fryan...I want all of your cock inside me. Her back arched slightly, giving him better access into her pussy. Her pussy tightened a little more around his cock, enjoying his invasion.
Thread: My Christmas Present

It didn??t take any more convincing he pushed hard into her his seven inch around cock pushed deep into her pussy and on into her womb filling her up completely. He didn??t slow his thrusts in fact he started thrusting faster in and out of her tight pussy loving the feel of her tightening on his cock. he started to move harder in and out of her in fact moving her body forward with each thrust.
Thread: My Christmas Present

She growled and moved against his cock, loving the fact that he was willing to take her so much. Her arms shook, and she moaned even louder, feeling her climax begin to reach a peak. Fryan...I'm going to cum soon... Mae closed her eyes and moved back against him harder, wanting to feel all of him inside her. Suddenly, she came hard, crying out and milking his cock with everything she had.
Thread: My Christmas Present

Fryan neighed thrusting hard in and out a few more times as she pushed back against him. He could feel the familiar movements in her pussy as her orgasm was almost on her. Pushing hard into her once more he buried all of his cock inside her so that the base of it was pressed up against her pussy. As she climaxed around his cock he tried to hold out but the milking of his cock was too much for him and he joined her his hot cum pouring into her pussy filling her up and spilling our because it was so much.
Thread: My Christmas Present

Mae smiled and stayed there on her hands and knees for a few more moments, trying to get the strength to stand. She loved the very familar feel of their mixed cum dripping down her legs. Fryan... she panted softly, Why does...this...feel so...familiar? She moved slowly, moaning as his cock slid out of her pussy, and sat down again. What am I going to do with you when you get a little older? She stroked his ears lovingly, enjoying his warmth.
Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

Conahoy was walking along the dirt path towards the capitol, watching the smoke ahead and knowing that there's no way it's a fire under control. With silence he walks with a slightly quickened pace, stopped by a pair of figures who jumped onto the road, both of them with swords on their hip and a grim smile on their face. Let me pass through, I mean no harm, Ceej says as he thumbs the clasp to close his book stave, his feet resting under his legs lightly while his long white, grey, black, and red traveler's robes hide that he's ready for a fight if they charge. Just because you mean us no harm, says the one on his left. Doesn't mean that you won't bring the knights down on our heads. finishes the one on his right, though both of them rest their hand on the pommel of their swords, showing that he's going to fight again, though he will definitely need to rest and pray after this fight if it isn't finished in one fell swoop. Prepare to die! they both call out before charging towards him, brandishing their swords which both have runes, one holding fire and the other holding ice sheathed along their blades, showing that Ceej wouldn't be able to shatter the two of their weapons since they're both magically enhanced. Prepare to pay, Conahoy says before resting a hand on his tome, his robes flowing lightly in the absence of wind before looking up to the two, then spotting the dirt that they would be resting their feet on in front of him. Shatter. he whispers and the pebbles along the road erupt into a large cloud of dust, the two bandits charging through and swinging their swords down at the same time to find that he's no longer in that spot. Seconds later Ceej's now closed stave slams down into the one who was on his lefts head, sweeping it to the side and grazing the ice wielder's shoulder enough to make him drop his arm in pain. I banish your existence from the cosmos, Jackson calls forth and plants a hand on the now injured shoulder, which suddenly tears wide open to show more injuries and scars opening up over the bandit's body. Now I leave you to your own admittance, he says while walking away, the cloud of dust falling to the dirt path again as he heads into the town, watching as it burns around him while he fortuitously keeps traveling, soon finding refuge under a tree for the night, sleeping in his robes with his stave opened and blank in the evening wind.
Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

You and I both, Ms. Faeyt, Salazaar said softly, but loud enough for the other two to hear him clearly, and drawing their attention to him for the first time it was as if he had magically appeared between the two tables. But then important events are rarely comfortable. He drew up an unoccupied chair from another table, and sat next to Lucrecia. Mr. Valtiere, would you and your avian companion please join us? Good friends, I believe you have both been summoned and charged with a mission, in the same way that I have been, but unlike myself, neither of you managed to demand information as one of the gifts you were to receive. Therefore, it falls to me to inform you both, and the others that will arrive, of our purpose as a group. He held up a hand as Lucrecia started to object. In a moment. I know meeting Haern is something of a mind-bender, and whatever gifts he gave you must be difficult to cope with, but if you listen to what I have to tell you, it might make it easier. He spoke softly, with intensity, but quietly enough to be certain they were not being accidentally overheard. His special senses would alert him if anyone were intentionally overhearing them, so he trusted that their conversation was private. He felt confident enough about his conclusions to just drop the name Haern, but he had a couple of other candidates in mind if she corrected him. He waited until the other two were settled and listening, then spoke swiftly. The ancient God of Corruption, Twilight, is stirring in his prison beneath the mountain the Gods placed upon him. Though powerful, the Gods no longer have the kind of direct influence on the world that they once had. Therefore, they are forced to work through intermediaries their faithful, if they can find any with appropriate skills, or through those they recruit, otherwise. Such agents of the Gods are granted special powers and abilities, on the condition that they must work to defeat Twilight's servants and keep the Twisted One asleep and imprisoned. Both of you, myself, and others that I have been made aware of have been chosen. If we succeed, the Gods have promised us the fulfillment of our heart's desires. If we fail... he paused. Well, if we fail, I would presume that would mean death andor unending torment under the cruel fist of Twilight. He shrugged. I don't intend to find out, personally. Ms. Lucrecia Arias Faeyt, you are most evidently a warrior, and a skilled one. Mr. Vincent Valtiere, you are most evidently a mage, of some skill, he did not give any hint that he was aware of Valtiere's reputation independent of the knowledge he had been given wouldn't do to have the kid get too much of a swelled head. I am Salazaar Dominguez Aerowyn el Nomianias Greywood, professional discoverer and keeper of secrets, and it has been more than 5 years since I've told anyone my real name like that, but we are a select group. I have little choice but to trust you, and so I have. He paused, realizing they needed a little time to absorb the knowledge he'd dropped upon them like a toppling library shelf. It's a lot to take in, he admitted. But you must.
Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

Beautiful, as in the way the darkness has settled Vincent tilted his head a bit, smirking at the female's reaction, people were so hostile sometimes. Vincent frowned with the female's reactions, shrugging to enough of a degree to unsettle the raven on his shoulder, even when the spy joined in. The raven had been eying the man, missing nothing in the room, Vincent however was somewhat surprised with the other male's sudden appearance. Still hidden in the shadow of the deep hood Vincent looked over at the other male when he addressed him Very well He spoke quietly as he moved his chair over to the table that the two were now sitting in before resting his staff against the table and moving his hands from the cloak, resting them on the table. while he watched the other male speak. The newcomer was well informed, perhaps too well, he knew Vincent's name, and he knew a lot more than even he was letting on. Vincent took a moment to fold his arms, the raven turning it's gaze from the male to the female. It was a strange looking bird, larger than the ravens of the northern mountains and considerably more attractive, it was sleek and graceful, just like the man it was accompanying, but still, there was something unsettling about the bird, it's eyes were red, dark and dull but piercing. Adventurers had told stories about these creatures, the Crebain. Vincent's only showing eye moved from the spy to the warrior, keeping his other eye hidden behind long bangs as they spoke, even in a place like this, Vincent had no trust for the common people, he had no trust for anybody. The raven's eyes were focused on Lucrecia, locked on her The newcomer went on about their mission, or what was to be their mission would be, Vincent resettling himself when he spoke, raising a dark glove to his chin The other male was able to pick out that he was a mage of some skill, but that observation was obvious, Vincent made no attempt to be secretive or subtle, after all, he had a reputation in some parts of the world, and that was enough. Vincent waited until the other was finished to speak So, Mister Greywood, tell me why the gods would have chosen a simple hermit as a champion? Vincent was no ally of the gods, his mother had told him to stay away from any priest and he had taken her advice to heart the day the villagers of that small farming village tried to burn him alive. Vincent couldn't help but wonder what the other two chosen gifts were, while he had his own magical senses, he was not a scryer or a telepath. The raven which had previously been perched on his shoulder hopped down his arm and cawed loudly. He was curious, this man knew a lot that was for certain. Vincent resettled his staff, then reached out to pick up a feather which had fallen from the bird.
Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

If Salazaar's appearance startled Lucrecia, she didn't show it. She was very good at that, hiding her feelings, when she wanted to. Her face was now set in icy displeasure, her dark blue orbs shifting to the newcomer. Lucrecia hated surprises, and the day had been full of them. It was enough to put her in the foulest of moods. She was about to protest the man joining her table when he motioned for her to be silent. She scowled darkly at the older man, but remained silent. That he knew her name immediately made her suspicious, but that he knew her encounter with Haern made the hair on the back of her neck raise on end. She didn't like people knowing her affairs. For now, she remained silent and listened to what the man had to say. She chewed on her mutton, eyes passing from one man to the other. She deliberately ignored the raven's presence, carefully avoiding looking at it. Usually, the thing would not have bothered her, but seeing as she had developed some unwanted powers, she didn't want to be anywhere near an animal. She had too many problems without adding on some power that Haern had just decided to so 'generously' bestow upon her. She listened in silence as she was told of their 'mission' to stop Twilight. Their heart's desire, hmm? Well, at the moment, her heart's desire was to be rid of this so called Gift and get on with her life as she saw fit. That did not include saving the world. As far as Lucrecia could tell, this mission could take months, if not years, to accomplish. She didn't see any point in getting involved. Oh, sure, the world would be destroyed or some such, but way she lived her life, she very much doubted if she would live to see that day anyways. Nonetheless, she stayed quiet and let the men talk, biding her time. Once she had finished with her meal, she pushed the plate away from her and stood, her palms planted firmly on the table. This isn't my fight. Simple, as always. That was Lucrecia's way. She moved away from the table, tucking the key to her room behind her belt. She stretched languidly and crossed her arms behind her back as she walked to the staircase. Good luck with the mission, boys, she said over her shoulder. She passed the serving girl as she walked to the stairs, ordering enough booze to drown out the day's memories. And maybe deafen her to the sounds of the animals around her. listulistulistulistulistu
Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

Sal favored the shadowwalker with an evaluative glance. To be honest, I have no idea what their criteria were. I know why I was chosen proximity and skills. As to why Ms. Faeyt is preferable to, say, Thorvad 'The Hammer' Naiytersohn, I have no idea. There must be some reason why she was chosen, just as there is some reason you've been chosen. Mages aren't that common, true, but you have the appearance of having come some distance, Mr. Valtiere. I'm sure you must have some special skill or ability, some quality that made them choose you. He kept a straight face, innocently nodding to the young man. Whatever the reason, you've been tapped. You each have. And, as a result, your destiny is in motion. No, I'm not sure I like it any more than you do, based on the set of your shoulders, but I am a pragmatist at heart. insert further exchange as necessary until Lucrecia is done eating Not your fight? Sal thought, as the gorgeous woman stood up from the table. Ah, I remember when I used to think that way. The glories of youth... But he said nothing, just watched her get up and listened to her go, noting her drink order. He held up one finger to Vincent, asking for a moment as he took out a scrap of paper and an artificial quill of his own design, its delicate metal point embedded in a cork. He used the quill and a tiny stoppered bottle of ink to swiftly write a short note, and managed to catch up to the serving maid before she carried a bucket full of bottles of fine local spirits up to the room. He dropped the note in the bucket of booze bottles, and tipped her a gold piece as he placed a finger to his lips, then smiled as she continued on up the stairs. Turning back to Vincent, he sighed. Well, good sir, it appears the lady has retired for the night. Are you tired after your journey? I can arrange for a private room, if you would care to rest. I, myself, have to make some more inquiries about the others I have been told of. He shook his head. It's been a busy hour since I got my Gift. And so much more to do. Glancing back at Vincent You're welcome to accompany me, but I'd appreciate it if you'd take my direction when I'm trying to make inquiries not everyone appreciates having a mage lurking about when someone is asking for sensitive information. It's your choice the innkeeper is handy, and so is the door. Sal would not be taking a room for himself he no longer required sleep. He wondered if he would miss it... The note, when Lucrecia gets it, says I will pay 1,000 gold a month for a bodyguard and wilderness guide - Sal
Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

Minutes passed as Conahoy was stuck with no rest, seeming to feel that his body is fully rested and wondering if maybe it's both as punishment and gift to be left for him to be tortured with. Alright, apparently I'm not meant to be sleeping whilst work can be done, he says to himself and walks down the pathway, his feet seeming to almost float along the ground as he looks around, the stave in hand while he makes his way down the path. Under his robes glows the time piece with the crooked shadow, which is going at twice the speed it normally would, though his gaze is set on the road more than where he was glowing. What seemed like an hours worth of walking was in fact almost a day's worth, with Ceej finding himself at the gates of the capitol before he checks through the back of his prayer book, finding his notes for the estimated travel to the capitol. Huh, thought it would be longer... he says to himself before walking up to the gates, feeling his feet down on the ground now and waving lightly to the gaurds before walking by, one of them laughing at him for some strange reason though then again priests aren't normally seen traveling on their own, especially since he is rather young. Imbicile... he thinks to himself whilst heading into the town, looking around and then remembering the dream, heading to the area near where he saw all of the threads together and wondering if maybe he was meant to go there.
Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

Excusing the serving girl from her presence, Lucrecia closed the door to her chambers, the basket of whiskey and ale tucked under one arm. She set the basket onto the table before grabbing a bottle and falling onto the straw mattress. After two weeks of sleeping on the ground, this was like heaven, though the walls seemed to press in on her. She suddenly longed to be out under the open sky with Tarquin as her only companion. It used to be so simple. All she did was move from battlefield to battlefield, earning money and sleeping with those she deemed worthy. Our heart's desire... Salazaar's words rang in her mind. What was her heart's desire? She honestly didn't know. She didn't have any ambition or dreams. She just wanted to fight, to forget. She took a long drought of the whiskey, downing half the bottle. The effects were immediate, she could already feel the tingling of the alcohol enter her brain. She laughed suddenly, a high desperate sound. Did those fools really believe that the Gods would give them anything they wanted? And what did she want? Nothing! She wanted to be left alone! An image of a young girl appeared in her mind. A beautiful dark skinned girl with a dazzling smile. It took Lucrecia offguard, this image. She downed the rest of her bottle and groped for a new one. No, show me anything but her. She tried to banish the girl from her mind, hurriedly drinking from the new bottle. Liquid spilled down her chin in her haste, but she did not move to wipe it away. She could hear that girl's laughter. It sounded like bells. Stop. She didn't want to see. Didn't want to hear. I love you Lucy. Will you stay with me forever? She had gone through five bottles already, unknowingly. She could see and hear this poor beautiful girl perfectly, as though she existed in the flesh before her. Lucy. How sweet the name had sounded on her lips. Forever and ever, she whispered to no one. The girl wasn't here, Lucrecia knew it only too well. That beautiful girl was buried beneath two years of time. There was no coming back for that girl. None at all. Melisande.... She drank herself into oblivion. Only when she had reached the last bottle, did she find the note. One thousand gold a month for her to protect them on this foolhardy expedition. What did she care? They were all going to end up dead anyways. Maybe in death she could be with Melisande in peace. What what right did she have to peace? None at all. She deserved misery until her dying breath. It was with that thought that she decided to go along with these people, if only for the money, and for that dark skinned beauty. listulistulistulistulistu