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Thread: Blast to the past (Yummyfuta x Potter-Kun)

Now wait just a sec- Asuka cut off and squeaked as the large male ripped open the front of her plugsuit with barely a sign of effort, the rubbery skintight material unable to resist his incredible physical strength, her breasts bouncing free of their confines. Not for the first time Asuka was cursing that they couldn't wear underwear with these things, then again she doubted any underwear would have lasted any longer than the suit. When his mouth suddenly engulfed one of her exposed nipples and his fingers went to her pussy Asuka couldn't help but gasp loudly, her body jerking slightly from the pleasure. The pheromone was working its way deep into her body now, and unlike other beings of this era she had absolutely zero tolerance to it, meaning that it was affecting her far more strongly than it would other females the man had encountered before. N-no way...y-you can't put something that big inside me! Asuka squirmed a little as she was lifted up, feeling the giant cock rubbing up against her. The head must have been bigger than her fist! But yet her body was so hot, so wet, her pussy leaking so many juices that it was dripping onto his cock and running down his shaft. When he thrust up Asuka let out a cry, but there was surprisingly no pain, the pheromone seemingly doing another job on her, not to mention the liberal lubrication her own body was providing. With a moan Asuka felt herself sinking down his cock, only to stop as he came up against another barrier, and yet as the girl looked down she could see there was much more of his cock left. Th-that's enough right? Y-you don't need to put anymore in....right?
Thread: Romance & Bondage (fandoms, celebrities, and originals - doubling friendly) Craving: Landman (Paramount Plus) or Fallout

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Thread: Romance & Bondage (fandoms, celebrities, and originals - doubling friendly) Craving: Landman (Paramount Plus) or Fallout

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Thread: Romance & Bondage (fandoms, celebrities, and originals - doubling friendly) Craving: Landman (Paramount Plus) or Fallout

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Thread: Romance & Bondage (fandoms, celebrities, and originals - doubling friendly) Craving: Landman (Paramount Plus) or Fallout

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Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Walking into the inn, the dark night elf looked around him. They didn't much care for beasts in their inn so he turned to his two wolves and nodded for them to find someplace comfortable to wait for him. Moving to the bar, he placed his order before retiring to a table near the stairs. He'd been to the Legerdomain Lounge more than a few times, as it was the one inn in all of Dalarans where the two factions could share a beer together. As such, the place had good memories. It had been where he had met Pleione, the Blood Elf woman who had born him a son. Though that son hated him for living in his shadow. And of course that now with the Legion defeated, odds were great that their respite from the race wars back on Azeroth was coming to an end. It was a shame truthfully. In the last few years, he had met many members of the Horde that he felt a closer kinship than that he felt with many of his own faction. Too many people were short sighted, and didn't see the bigger picture. Still Procyon flipped the note in his hand between calloused fingers. It had come from the Prophet Velen. Apparently, a young Draenei huntress was being groomed for greatness within her people. And the Prophet would like to ask the Hunt Master to take her under his wing for a while. Of course any Request from Velen was more or less an order. Priests, he thought, just because they have the ability to channel the Light and heal and mend broken bodies didn't make them the be all of Azeroth. Without hunters, who would bring the meat into the cities to feed them? Without mages, who would transport them from place to place, often sending them to the wrong continent as a joke. And so it went. Idly flicking the letter in his hands he was happy to have his ale arrive. Taking a sip, he allowed the bitter brew wash the dust out of his mouth. Soon he would likely take the last eagle flight to Trueshot Lodge. With the war in the Broken Isles done, most likely Dalaran would be returned to its usual place in Northrend or perhaps elsewhere. Who knew what the Kirin Tor had in mind? But first, he would have a beer.
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

The streets were more full of different races than Khora had expected. Seeing as she spent most of her years training and studying in Exodar, she had very little experience with all of the races and personalities that Dalaran City carried. At least being in the same place. Being so, she clutched the note in her hand rather tightly, an edge of distrust and nervousness settled into the pit of her belly. She kept up her guard, unsure of how exactly to act around so many others in such a setting. Most didn't pay her much mind, choosing to ignore her rather than glance her way. That upset her more than it should have, but she stuck up her nose and focused on her task. The Prophet Velen had sent her to the city to find a Legerdomain Lounge, where a Hunt Master was waiting and willing to take her under his wing. During her training in Exodar, she had apparently shown great promise as a huntress, something she couldn't exactly obtain the proper training for if she remained in Exodar. Not wanting to waste her blossoming skill, Velen ushered her off. Now she was wandering around a city and had no idea where she was going. Khora huffed, stomping her hooves as she stopped at an intersection of pathways in the city. The glow of Khora's blue eyes shifted in each direction until she decided to choose one. Mmm..This way... She mumbled, lifting a hand to brush back some hair from her face. She had no idea what the Hunt Master looked like, and hoped he was expecting her like Velen insisted. Khora wasn't looking forward to hunting him down in a city of strangers. In passing she caught her reflection in a shop window, she stopped, gazing at herself and running her hand lightly over her horns, assuring herself that she looked presentable to her trainer. First impressions and all. Satisfied, Khora turned, heading back down the road and pushing through a group of people. She spotted a Draenei male and she softly cleared her throat, he looked up and offered her a small smile, asking if she needed help. She pointed to her note and the name of the Inn and he nodded, pointing her in the right direction. The two shared a few moments of pleasantries before she wandered off in the direction he pointed. Having had the opportunity to converse with her own kind, her nerves had settled some. However, as she rounded a corner she spotted two large wolves, wandering off on their own. That was startling in itself for her and she skidded to a stop to watch the beasts. Looking around to see where they came from she spotted the Inn. Oh! Khora's eyes widened and she immediately made her way towards the Legerdomain Lounge. When she stepped through the front door she gazed around, hoping to catch the eye of someone that might be waiting for her. Her steps were graceful as she slipped into the bar area, glowing orbs skipping from person to person as she weaved her way through tables.
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Procyon watched as the young draenei woman entered the tavern. She was cute in that draenei way, at least if you didn't mind hooves an a tail. And that they were the same race as the Eredari that served the Legion. Those of her people who had accepted Sargeras' bargain thousand of years ago. A large portion of the red skinned demonic helpers were now were dead after this brutal and savage war against the Legion. He wasn't big on killing other sentient beings, but when it was war, there was nothing to be done about it. Still he took no pleasure from it. Motioning to the bartender, he pointed at her silently. The bartender nodded, and prepared a spiced mead for her before handing it to the young woman, M'lady, the gentleman you are seeking has bought you a drink, he says to her while pointing in the dark corner where the cowled visage of the elf can be barely made out. Procyon simply waited, his highly polished bow standing within arms reach. Not that he didn't trust her, but in a city where Horde and Alliance both had freedom, and old hatreds starting to reignite, one could never be too careful.
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Khora heard the voice addressing her and quickly turned her gaze on the bartender, blinking at his comment. She regarded him silently before reaching out to take the drink he had poured. Thank you... With hands wrapped around her mug, she looked to the corner where her new companion was awaiting her. She couldn't really see him in the shadows that he hid among and she frowned, hesitantly stepping in his direction. Khora felt exposed and vulnerable. He had known her immediately, while she had looked around, oblivious to his presence. With a tense jaw, she made it to his table and stood to the side, regarding the night elf somewhat curiously. After a moment of silent appraisal, Khora spoke, Hunt Master...Procyon? She inquired, she waited for some form of acceptance of his title before she continued, I thank you for the drink... She nodded in appreciation. I am Khora... She waited until she knew he wasn't going to shove her away and then sat down at his table, close enough that they could have polite conversation, but far enough that she wasn't crowding him or ruining his personal space. Velen sends his thanks...As do I...For accepting me... Khora tried to express her gratitude through her tone, but she was so unused to interactions with others, she was sure that her words came across a little awkward. She had few others she spoke to back home, spending more time in her studies and training than making friends. She had suspicions that Velen had sent her away to be socialized in addition to trained.
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

The dark visage under the cowl of his cloak nodded. His gleaming golden eyes were openly appraising her. Looking at her with an intensity that would drive even the most seasoned adventure to feel uncomfortable. Procyon wasn't sure if she would be able to tell what he was appraising, as not only was he appraising her as a huntress, but also as a woman. He liked draenei women, there was something exotically sexy about them. Be it their part goat-like hooves, horns and tails, or the sexy accent that the Draenei had. It was far different than any other accent on Azeroth. Or was it that they dressed almost as scantily as a large number of his species did. Regardless, she was a shining example of what her species offered a man. She was a deliciously sensual and sexy woman. That might just make her training more interesting. Lowering the cowl so she could see his face for the first time, and his long flowing white hair, he nodded, Well met, Khora, and while you are welcome for my accepting you, I didn't really have much choice did I? You know as well as I, what Velen wants, Velen gets. Though I don't mind, I am always willing to share my knowledge and experience with anyone who wishes it. That being said, the letter of introduction that came with the request was impressive. Your instructors in the Exodar speak very highly of you. Taking a drink from his ale, he watched her reactions closely. The gaze he had used was intentional, he wanted to see what she was made of being openly appraised for not only her mettle but her feminine charms. Some women would be offended of course, with good reason. Some would be terrified by the intensity of his look. Some could, potentially be oblivious, but given what he had read about her, he doubted that would be the case. But he needed to know both how she reacted, and just how committed she was to this task. Being a top flight hunter took countless hours in the wild, and at the Lodge. Now, the first question that I need an answer to is the sort of hunter do you wish to be? Do you wish to be a marksman, eschewing the taming a companion to instead learn deadly accuracy? A beast master as I am, which tames a beast and then learns to become as one with them in combat? Or the survival tree with rather than using a bow, used a pole arm or staff in close combat? You can of course, change in between disciplines, but that requires a tremendous amount of time.
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Khora met Procyon's gaze as he regarded her, her own blue orbs narrowing slightly as she watched him. Was he...appraising her? Had she had feathers, they would have been ruffled, her lips twisting into a small frown. Well...I'll be... Her frown quickly melted away and she let her lips quirk into a small smile. Khora naturally had a straight posture, which only appeared more poised as he continued his open appraisal. Her attention shifted to his face as his cowl was lowered, and she took in the appearance before her. He was blunt. She could appreciate that. Lifting her mug to her lips, she hid her smile while she took a sip. She hadn't seen the letter of introduction and didn't know exactly what had been said about her, but he was right in regards to Velen. She hadn't been immediately interested in leaving Exodar to meet the Hunt Master, but when Velen instructed her to leave- she did. Velen... She set her mug down and laughed, He does get what he wishes... She relaxed into her chair, not letting the assessment she was clearly in affect her. Sure, she was nervous. As she already told herself, first impressions were everything, but letting him psych her out wasn't going to get her anything. I can only assure you that I will strive not to disappoint.. Khora told him with a small tilt of her head, I have not left Exodar until this journey...I... She thought about the proper word to use, humming quietly to herself, I have a fervent interest in exploring the paths of a Hunter...as well as exploring this...world... Her lips curled upward and she leaned forward, inching towards Procyon's side of the table. Her light blonde hair fell forward, the soft strands brushing in front of her cranial tendrils. I wish to pursue the path of a marksman... She didn't hesitate, her passion clear as she held his gaze for a few long moment. Soon she straightened in her seat, her gaze remaining steady as she stared at Procyon. Khora crossed her legs, a slow and more deliberately sensual movement. If he wanted to so openly assess her, she'd give him more to assess. As if she hadn't just turned up the level of charm in her movements, she reached out to lift her mug, watching him silently over the rim as she took a slow sip. When she pulled it away she made a show of licking her lips and placing the mug back down. Despite playing his game, Khora was genuinely interested in increasing her abilities as a Hunter and marksman. She wondered what exactly it was that he was looking for in her with his intense gaze. Deciding she didn't want to prolong the exchange anymore than necessary, she was blunt. Are you quite finished? She inquired, a nicely sculpted brow rising in question, though her expression appeared amused. I wish to be trained. I wish to be guided. This is what Velen requested and what I have traveled for...Have I passed your first test, Hunt Master?
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Procyon watched as she started to give him sensual looks and teasing gestures. She knew he was looking at her as a woman as much as a hunter, and while he could sense her discomfort, she didn't show it. She held her own, which was a good start. Her quick decision of her chosen specialty spoke of her devotion to her chosen path. All marks in her favor. And she was an attractive young as well, he had come to realize after the long inspection of her. Her blunt question amused him. He gave her a simple nod. You did indeed, Khora. I use the stare and open appraisal of a prospect trainee to see your metal and you willingness to do what must be done. With you, as you are a woman, I needed to know how easily it is... umm....forgive me this insensitive remark, but how easily one could get your goat, he gave her an apologetic smile. He had no desire to offend her, but some Draenei were very sensitive about the running goat jokes and some even calling them space goats. But Procyon had worked long and hard with her people over the last fourteen years, and he had found them to be kind, compassion, and courageous as a people. They, like elves, were long lived. In many ways, their races had similar histories, the shattering of their home city and its environs that had lead to the creation of the Nightwell, and the people it protected, the Nightfallen. If I offend you at any time, you are free to tell me so. I am a big boy and can accept that I am not infallible. I will be hard on you. I will use your gender as a way to try to throw you off your game. I will be blunt about that. I may even attempt to seduce you, to see how you handle it. Our enemies will not stop to be sensitive and proper, and as you know all to well from Dreanor orcs love to humiliate and subjugate women of your race. If as I suspect it will now that Legion has been driven from Argus, the hatred between the Horde and the Alliance may spill over into open conflict soon. As hunters, we are he scouts. Meaning we are in enemy territory a lot. You likely be subjugated to Horde men trying to take you down a peg using your sexuality. This is why I am including sexual aspects into your training. OF course he thought to himself, certainly it could have anything to do with the fact that he wanted her as well. He convinced himself that training her for the war was the only reason for those elements. Finally, he stopped talking for a long moment, If you have questions for me about your training or anything else at this stage in your apprenticeship, this is the time to ask them before we get to the Lodge. We are in a social setting, so you may speak freely. He was certain she would give him a piece of her mind, and why not? It wasn't as if he didn't deserve it.
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Procyon listened to her and the more he did, the more he smiled. She wasn't some frail sheltered young woman unaware of the dangers she faced. She wanted his best teaching, and had enough spunk and sass to give him shit. That spoke well of her. Well, its something I need to be open about, did I think you were that sort? No, or Velen be damned you'd be on the first portal back to the Exodar. I won't train soft hunters. Soft hunters wind up as trophies on some orcs wall. And as I intend to include sexual elements in your training, I wished to be clear on that as well. You will find I am a very direct man, I don't beat about the bush in any conversation be it tactical discussions, or asking a woman to my bed. You will always know where you stand with me. Taking a drink from his ale, his eyes continued to watch though for now there was no sexual element to his gaze. He was observing his apprentice, the hunter. There would be times later, to look at her as a woman. But they had made their statements on the topic, and seemed to be of an accord. Shifting in his seat, he took a final swig and then said, Come, let us walk and talk. I have to check on my companions, the two wolves you may have seen when you arrived. Leloo can get into mischief. Standing up, he smiled warmly and offered her a hand up. It was plain courtesy, but he hoped she didn't read more into it. As to duties and chores and the like, there will be things yes. Some will be mundane things like cleaning the stable where hunters keep their pets. While a marksman you wont be using one, its still important to understand how the bond works. Just as I have studied in the Marksmanship discipline. Some tasks will things like meditation. I expect you do so at least an hour a day. And from there, we'll see what comes up. Was there anything else that you wished to address or a question? Dalaran is a good place to converse as it is relaxed an away from the Lodge.
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

When she learned that the two wolves were his own, she stiffened, surprised and interested. Leloo? She smiled slightly at the name, but then quickly finished her drink before they stood up to depart. Seeing a hand before her she regarded it in silence. Deciding that he was simply being polite, she grasped his hand, placing her slender and warm hand in his palm while she stood. Thank you... Khora responded kindly, dropping her hand once she was steady on her hooves. They headed out of the bar and Inn, turning their way down the road to look for his two animal companions. Procyon answered her question regarding what tasks would be given at the Lodge and she nodded in understanding. Very well... The mention of meditation brought a brighter smile to her lips. Meditation will be easy... She nodded, brushing some hair behind her ear, I usually meditate for a few hours each day...An hour will be a simple enough task... She considered additional questions for him and she fell into a comfortable silence beside him while she thought. There were many, but she knew she would eventually get all the answers she wanted. At the Lodge...what is actual lodging like? She wanted to know about her living arrangements. Don't misunderstand, I do not care...But I would simply like to be aware of what to expect... she added, making sure he didn't believe her to be concerned. Khora kept a comfortable pace as they walked, keeping her gaze fixed on the area around them in case she spotted his wolves. What type of mischief does your Leloo get into? She asked, stifling a small laugh behind her hand. Does your other companion not join in the fun?