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Thread: Game of Tongues! (Jack Stalker and MissMayday)

The cunt was absolutely beautiful. A work of art from the gods truly, it had taken a pounding in it's life as well, that much was evident, from that brute the Baratheon usurper, from the golden haired and now golden handed brother, from probably many damn others that Daenerys didn't know about but she didn't give a damn, her tongue dove and tickled and prodded. No folds were safe from the Targaryens sweeping strokes and nibbles from her teeth. She was absolutely relentless in her assault. It didn't seem to take long though as the woman humped Dany's face. Again, Cersei was prattling on like a fucking madwoman. That liquid gold dribbling out of her was an absolute godsend and Dany was grinning the entire time she was eating the woman out. Her entire face covered in the sweet juices of the woman. She was lost in her pleasure, and as Cersei's fingers dug into her scalp, Dany took it as her cue to launch into her final assault. Aiming straight for the woman clit with her every attention. Her lips wrapped tightly around the nub as her tongue slashed at it and her fingers finally pushed up and deep inside of her awaiting cunny. She was Danys to command, the girl grinning as the orgasm finally hit. A hint of it even squirted out and coated Daenery's fine features, but she locked lips around the rest of the pink little lips as she hammered the orgasm home. Following Cersei's orders, she finally did slurp up all of the womans juices before pulling back. Gasping for air, smelling nothing but the stench of sex as she crawled up the womans stomach and locked lips with her. Tasting juices and lust as she took a moment to lie in the golden haired queens embrace. Shuddering through a mini-orgasm herself as she rested. Gasping and shuddering gently. It was a good day for negotiations...,
Thread: Game of Tongues! (Jack Stalker and MissMayday)

Daenery's body shivered at the roaming hands, the invasive fingers digging into soft pale flesh and teasing along muscles. In dipping into the Targaryens red hot cunt and drawing out her liquids. At using every inch of the womans body for divine, regal pleasure. It was absolutely perfect. The slightly shorter woman was tucked perfectly in to the blonde, but it seemed that Cersei wasn't done quite yet, and in a few seconds, she was soon back on the bottom. Staring up at the beautiful woman , her motherly figure certainly wasn't that of a pudgy, slightly overweight matron as was the norm. She was toned, muscular, beautiful and determined...much like Daenerys in that regard. Almost youthful in her beauty. She was stunning in every regard of the word. Sister... She mused gently between kisses. Their lips lashing back and forth across eachother. Wondering just exactly how Cersei's mind had conjured up that comparison, but in truth it was rather accurate. The two of them were shockingly similar. Their hands roaming and exploring before Cersei slipped off the bed. Dany's sensitive nipples burning as she twisted and pulled at her own breasts to accentuate the pleasure further, and grinned as the sex toy appeared. Oh my...now we're getting exotic aren't we... She purred playfully, her white hair falling down across her body as she spread those long legs again. Starting to get an idea of what the device was used for, though she was rather enjoying seeing Cersei's dominant personality starting to creep out over and over again. Maybe being a submissive was Dany's calling in life. And what's inside of you...an Inner mistress? A woman destined for absolute monarchy and control...or are you the same as me...a wanton harlot? She purred back, taking a grip of the phallus and slowly aiming inside of her steaming little pink pussy.
Thread: Game of Tongues! (Jack Stalker and MissMayday)

The sight was gorgeous, as Dany lay on the bed, legs splayed and with the thick head of the Phallus sinking inside of her pretty pink cunt that drooled with lust, the ivory haired Royal groaned as she watched the older blonde displaying her body, displaying her wanton core of a cunt. Dany's toes curled in anticipation as she watched in quiet admiration of this absolute bombshell of a woman. Her breath hitching for a moment as she considered what was next to come. It was going to be a damn good night. With the fading feeling of her previous orgasm still tingling in her bones, the younger woman let a lazy smile grace her face as her slender legs crept further open. Exposing her already filled cunt and winking little arsehole to the woman as she watched the Lannister approach. Again, that damned talking...Daenerys was going to have to start gagging the woman...such a wonderful idea, or perhaps just sitting on her face until she shut up and made Dany come again... But then, Cersei drove the toy deeper into the furnace of Dany's desire and she let out a choked gasp of pleasure. Her teeth biting down onto her bottom lip as she tipped her head back and whispered to the gods, thanking them a thousand times for this regal pleasure. The two women's legs were soon intertwined, a mass of writhing flesh as their faces crept closer and closer together as more and more of the cock vanished into the two yearning cunts. The feeling of Cersei's tongue on her cheek sent a shockwave shuddering through the woman as she ground her hips harder into the cock. Soon feeling their cunts mashing together as they were stretched out. Her lips dancing across Cersei's jaw, lapping up every inch, drinking in her sweat, her taste, her brilliance. Just try me...Try and break me...try and make me your wanton slut and bitch... Growled Daenerys, her eyes aflame with the challenge. I'll do the same for you...Sister. She grunted out, suddenly her hands finding the older womans tits and twisting them savagely as she started to hump the golden haired woman into the bed...first to cum lost it seemed.
Thread: Game of Tongues! (Jack Stalker and MissMayday)

The slap brought a stunned gasp from the woman, her pale cheek reddening instantly, her mouth hanging open in shock...but a curl appeared at the corners of her insolent mouth. A shudder of pleasure passing through her lithe form as the strong hand found her throat. As her earlobe exploded into pain and Cersei's tongue explored the flawless contours of the Dragon Queens throat and neck. The white haired woman had no chance, and didn't even put up much of a fight at the sudden re positioning. She was rolled to her front and her hands were uncomfortably pulled back. Her elbows parallel to the ground and making her tits stick out wonderfully as she bent at the waist, lifted fully off the bed for a few moments before she fell face first into the thick sheets and warm furs. Oh yes! She cried out as she felt the spit running down her arse crack. Knowing damn well what was going to come next. Khal Drogo had been a bit of an ass man, though the horse-lord's cock shrivelled in compairoson to this Imperial instrument of pleasure. It was enough to split Dany in half! It only served to send another shiver of unexpected pleasure through the womans very core. Shaking her very essence. I'm your bitch! I'm your little sister of a bitch! Fuck me! Fuck me! She cried out, feeling her orgasm preparing itself to build. Preparing to have the most violent orgasm of her life as her teeth bit into the warm furs and pelts below her. Her arse was on fire, her cunt in a pool of molten ecstasy as she was literally humped up the bed. Her eyes already rolling back into their sockets as her hands stetched and scratched at eachother as they were pinioned behind her. I'm going to...I'm...I'm going to fucking cum oh my gods! She cried. The shrill scream filling the chamber, wafting over the balcony and into the courtyard. Surely several courtiers were already moving between teh commanders and guards. Far off, a Dragons screech could be heard...perhaps her children were hearing her emotions... Make me cum! Fucking make me cum sister! I love it! She screamed. Eyes squeezed tightly shut as her breath came out in ragged gasps.She was about ready to shut down from the massive impulse of new emotions running through her, and suddenly she felt her orgasm come crashing in. Destroying any further barriers, proepelling the Targaryen into a mindless lust of humping, drooling and contracting around the U-shaped dildo. It lasted for alomst a full minute, and at the end she flopped down onto the bed. Toes curled, nipples hard, and the toy still buried deep inside. It was going to be a bitch to stand back up after that...
Thread: Withering Wishes (Drexel and Frogger)

Azalee excels at not boxing, but at taekwondo. In fact, she teaches a few classes at the local dojo to kids ages twelve and up. Its more of a safety precaution than anything else. Azalee doesnt use one hundred percent, but theres always the possibility of going overboard. Her purple eyes kept a lookout for anything suspicious, however her mind happens to be a million miles away. A hand lifted to brush threads of gold from her line of sight. Its sort of sad to say, but she lives in a pretty bad part of town. Nearly every night, theres either drug deals or robberies going on and its difficult to stay safe in this neighborhood. Azalee paused underneath a street light, the harsh light casting shadows onto her face. After just teaching not one, not two, but three classes of boxing, its no wonder that shes wearing nothing but a black sports bra and pants, with a loose red hoodie covering it all as to not be so offensive by societys standards. Fishing for her keys, Azalee didnt notice the unconscious alien, not until she almost tripped over it. What the-?! Azalees heart leapt into her throat, eyes wide as she looked over his face. Is he a mutant-? No way! Whats it doing way out here? In the middle of nowhere? Azalee looked around, halfway tempted to turn him over to the cops only, she didnt reach for her phone. Something stopped her. Maybe it was the black trench coat covering him, maybe its the idea that maybe, just maybe he isnt one of the bad ones, but Azalee leaned down to check for a pulse. If hes still alive, shell do everything in her power to keep him that way, and if he isnt well, there aint much else she can do. If hes alive, though how will she get him inside, into her apartment? Azalees strong, but he has to weigh at least two hundred pounds, maybe even more!
Thread: Withering Wishes (Drexel and Frogger)

The M1 mutant woke up again suddenly with a heavy feeling on his head due to having insufficient resting when some tried to lift him up, but he was startled when he saw that it is a very graceful looking lady, but still his paranoia episode is telling him not to trust humans as he might be exposed to the local authorities. But at the moment, M1's mind couldn't think straight as he is filled with both confusion and the sheer inability to focus due to fatigue. When he glanced around for a bit, M1 saw that there were no police or any shady looking person around so he assumed that he is still safe, thus he complied with his bodily response to allow himself to be assisted with this lady. There's no need for M1 to utter a single word a the moment since he already knows that the lady in front of him is just trying to help, so all it takes is a simple nod from him to tell her that they should move. With the weak remaining strength his feverish body could muster M1 got up groggily and starts to walks weakly to wherever this lady would take him. As for M1 he assumes that he just received this lady's hospitality, fortunately for him that she did not call the authorities, because if she did, it would be his death sentence. Right now, he could really use a space to lay down his head.
Thread: Withering Wishes (Drexel and Frogger)

Is he-? Azalee can't believe he's up and walking! He looks... feverish. Not entirely sure what to think, or if she should say anything, Azalee hurried along to open the door and help him inside. Is this really a good idea? He's a mutant, for crying out loud! Aren't mutants dangerous? Not only that, but he's a stranger that she's inviting into her home. Azalee looked up and down the hallway, relieved to find nobody out at this late hour. It looks like everybody's tucked in for the night. A hesitant hand reached out to touch him on the back, to guide him to the elevator just off their right. I really hope I'm not going to die tonight because I was being naive and stupid! Azalee punched her floor once the double doors slid open with a metallic hiss, but she kept her distance from him. It was... nerve-wrecking, the annoying elevator music, the awkward silence... A sigh of relief left the young woman when a 'ding!' rang out, announcing they've arrived. My apartment is the third door on the left, Azalee told the strange mutant, shifting around him so she can get to the door first. Azalee dug out her keys next, her heart going a million miles per hour. This is crazy! Maybe she should tell him to leave? To back off? No, it'd be weird if she called the cops now... Azalee swallowed past the lump in her throat, and instead went through the motions of unlocking her apartment... for this stranger.
Thread: The Kitsunes Destiny (cc and vall)

Ruby Thorne was at home in her beautiful house, and though it had taken many years to build despite the hated and fearful looks of the villagers. Her home was special it was on the outskirt of that dread ful place. Though she couldn't help but think back over the terrible things they had done to her. So many terrible things they did to me, such as throw rocks in the hopes of stoning me to death. Throwing food at me, and if that wasn't enough they kept breaking things around my home. But the worst of it was the evil eye looks, and people making fun of me as I walked past them. Which is why I hardly go there anymore... But the last time I went they tried to physically cut into me I still have some of the scars from that sword that tried to kill me. But now the rumors I have heard is that they sent out annoucment over what to do with me, I hope no one answers the call of that piece of paper. I have no idea what they are offering for a reward but I hope no one is fool enough to try and win it from them. They will just be cheated from what the villagers promised any unsung hero. Her wall of thoughts were finally cut off when she heard a knock pounding on her door and she rose up from where she had been sitting in the parlor room of her house, and went to open it. Only to find a stranger on her property. Is there something I can help you with?
Thread: The Kitsunes Destiny (cc and vall)

Miles Talosh was your average adventuring type. He had set out at a young age and left his family for a life that was different than your average village boys. It wasn't anything too special and the life had yet to bare anything fruitful in the least. Then he'd come across a reward in a village. The post read Reward for Kitsune dead or alive. Miles had never contemplated murdering anyone in his entire so the last option would be the best route for him, and the reward was quite substantial. Giving himself a quick pep talk he smacked his cheeks then marched on up to the Kitsune's house. At this point, he didn't care how he did it, but he was going to capture her and offer her up to the village so he could receive his reward. After pounding for a bit his plight was finally met and there she was. A beautiful wide eyes Kitsune with an amazing body. He couldn't help, but stammer back a few steps just at the sight of her. Um, Um, I'm a lost traveller and I was wondering if maybe I could stay at your place Mrs?
Thread: The Kitsunes Destiny (cc and vall)

Ruby smiled softly at him. If your only a lost travelor, I guess I could put you up for the night. But you can't stay here to long else the Villagers will get ideas that you are here to help them get rid of some creature that means them no harm. Though I suppose it is easier to fear what you do not understand. I am called Ruby Thorne, though no one here uses my name in the village. The tone itself held a said quality to it as if she was reminded of all that she had to suffer under the villagers when she even went there to get some basic things that she needed to live. She opened the door wider allowing him to see past her into a room that some one had ovbiously put alot of love and effort into making the house lived in and yet there seemed to be something missing in the house itself despite all of it being well decorated with living plants and the like.
Thread: Fx Any Total Mindfuck (Mind control/hypno, tentacles, other weirdness)

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Thread: Escape From Devil's Castle (Coldchaos X BunnyCake)

The 3 kingdoms of Aeriomus has been plagued with evil for centuries. This evil, band together under one black crown, has been called the demon kingdom. Any who embrace the sins of battle, lust, greed, or wrath becomes a demon. While demons posses great power then humans, they only seek to spread destruction across the lands of light. Under the banner of the Devil King, the demons have waged a ceaseless war across the lands. Dubbed the Black Crusade, they've laid waste to countless villages, slaughtered near infinite by standards, and have turned those with weaker wills to the dark side. Many prayed for the gods to smite these horrid monsters, and hope did come from a young man. Andres Guts, an orphaned boy from a ruined village, trained in the art of the sword by his father before his death. Andres fought his way from town to town, helping those who had lost faith in the war. His influence helped to convince the 3 kings to unite in an army to quell the Black Crusade once and for all. The combined armies aimed to break through the horde of monsters, to the heart of the Devil King's castle. Many men and woman alike joined this army, mage and warrior standing side by side to protect land and home. With a heart battle cry from Andres, the epic battle waged forward... Hours later, the battle had ended. The field was dyed red with the blood of humans, as two captives were dragged into the castle itself. Deep inside the castle, they were taken to the cold and dirty stone walls of a dungeon's cell. His broken armor ripped from his body, the unconscious Andres was thrown into the cell, along with another human. With the wooden door slammed shut, the two humans were left alone in the small room. Webs were littered all around the place. Rays of sunlight most of the room through a single window, barred by iron bars. A single bed of straw was in the room, with a ragged blanket to warm it's host. At the corners of the room were a few bones and skulls, reminders of the last few that were treated by the Devil King. With a low groan, Andres finally came to. His eyes took awhile to adjust to the new location, as he wondered what happened. Where...am I? He growled, looking for anybody to talk to.
Thread: Science really does cause problems (with Midnight Lass)

So close. Two decades worth of dreams, since he was born he felt like, and this was finally ready. Before the blonde haired young man was a gleaming pile of technological mess. Wires, power couplings, sparking coils to sap away the heat. All this plus a massive array of lights, computer chips and more were all compounded around of all things a solid steel box. Almost like a coffin except it was standing upright. Samuel's idea had been to purchase a telephone booth to better emulate that of his own favorite traveler, but the wooden structure of it had been a fire hazard. No more waiting. Pressing his round framed glasses further back upon his nose. Samuel, a college student working on his second doctorates at the age of twenty-one threw a heavy metal switch. The machine hummed and then whined. A loud, metallic, scraping whine. And then... nothing. Silence as the machine powered down. No! You stupid piece of junk! Make the mannequin vanish at least! He shouted, pleading for his teleporter to work. Furiously he threw the switch again over and over until it powered up with a flickering of lights. All the lights. The sudden surge had drained a few city blocks of all their power for a few moments, and then, against all odds, the machine began to glow. Laughter. Joyous, frustrated, maniacal laughter belted out from his lungs. It was working! But where would the mannequin go? What would it replace? His theory was that one thing of matter had to be replaced with another, so having stuck a fairly large plus sized mannequin inside he should at least fet dirt right? He was aiming for the Mojave desert.
Thread: Science really does cause problems (with Midnight Lass)

It was working! Finally, after spending two years building this prototype he was finally able to make something move! Ahahaha! Suck it robotics club! I knew this was better than building a death machine. Samuel laughed at the insanity of the situatuon. Sure the murder bot for the competition would have been a fun side experiment and would be a better qualification for a full time position at a research facility than a failed teleporter. But it didn't fail! Global acclaim, money, fame! It was all within his grasp. If only he could have continued watching, having to turn his human eyes away from the bright light that erupted from the coffin like box. The whirring turned into a whistle and the young man covered his ears with his hand and turned away completely. He nearly screamed out of fear, thinking that this might be the end of him. But then it was over, the lights faded faster than they came and with a few heavy clunks and hissing, the machine stopped completely. His teleporter was dead as a doornail now, no sparks, no lights. Nothing. Except there was something in the metal box. Samuel froze in his place. What he stared at was not the expected pile of dirt and stone. But something... else. Vaguely humanoid in shape, it was covered in bright fur and had a feline looking face. What in the reaches of.... he started to mutter before her own voice spoke out something unintelligible. Something alien. Then it clicked. He had switched the mannequin with an alien. Right then and there he screamed in fear. Expecting to be eaten or attacked, Samuel backpeddled quickly, stumbling over the raggedy cloth loveseat of his research department's basement. Dark, with a thick musty smell it was mostly full of failes experiments and storage in cardboard boxes and plastic totes. Except for the couch and his own experiment it looked like a standard basement with concrete floors and low hanging wooden beams only a foot above his own six foot three head. Peeking over the top of the couch Samuel wielded a broomstick that shook in his trembling hands. It looked vaguely female, but it was an alien so maybe such a thing didn't work that way. What are you? He asked, trying to muster up his courage. Oh if he survived this, he could really rub it in their faces. Not only did he make a teleporter, but alternate life forms!