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Thread: The Divine Punishment [TriniMad & darkest_fate]

Was she... was Raelynn the spellsword... eyeing Azondious? The demon had seen that sort of look before, seen women rake their gazes across his well-muscled form. The demon certainly thought himself impressive his armored body generally struck fear in the hearts of opponents. Due to his unique nature as a quasi-incubus, he could literally not make himself wholly unappealing. But it felt oddly gratifying to have Raelynn raking her eyes over him, to know that he stirred something with that cold heart of hers. It made his lips twist into a smile, quite satisfied in the knowledge that this would be quite an interesting relationship indeed. For she hadn't even experienced his touch... yet. Finally she spoke. Didn't bow, but spoke. she would put aside the sword under conditions. The demon smiled with amusement at her sheer gall. He could all but strip her nude with a swipe of his hand, send his servants to rip her from limb to limb, hold her down and fuck her defiant face until she coughed cum, but she still stood there making demands of him. Were those demands any that he had not already anticipated and wanted himself, he might have simply replied with a negation. But hearing her spit out that she would be attractive for him just sounded oh so wonderful. I swear by my power, the demon intoned, making several of his servants gasp. he approached Raelynn. You will not be placed at the mercy or touch of any of mine against your will. You will be mine, and all of mine will acknowledge your place in that hierarchy, he reached for the sword, wrapping his hand about the blade, grimacing slightly as he felt the sharp edge bite even into his armored flesh. In exchange, he locked eyes with her, you will swear by your sword that you will not attempt escape. I allow you the will to resist me to some degree, but you will swear to open your body unto me. You will agree to share my bed and all the duties entailed by your new position, his blood ran into her blade, binding the oath. You will agree or our oaths are void and your sword is forfeit, yes, not her life, not her will, not someone elses, but the one thing that Azondious was certain the girl would not betray her blessed, trusted, faithful weapon. And with his blood and her word combining, well, the oath would be nearly as binding as his own.
Thread: The Divine Punishment [TriniMad & darkest_fate]

Perhaps a bit of Raelynn was expecting for Deathwing to just laugh, throw her oaths back into her face, and then she could have a reason to fight him. Now? With the dark demonic blood dripping down Sappros' blessed edge and staining the purity in it, it might as well be a metaphor for what was going to happen to her as well. Raelynn had not expected for him to go so far as to offer his own terms, binding her ever more tightly in a constricting hold that wrenched more and more freedom away from her - even her desperate plan was starting to fade out of hope. It wouldn't work. She had to swear to this, and with that, her gaze slid down to stare at the blood which now reached the tip of the sword, leaking into the stone underneath. I swear by it. By Sappros and by your spilled blood, she monotonously agreed to the oath as she believed the costs to be too much otherwise she could not lose Sappros, her most trusted and oldest companion. No one else had saved her from death besides her sword, and for it, she would pay the price. No matter how much fear and anxiety now flooded her veins, Raelynn surprised herself by keeping still and acting as if she still had every advantage in the situation. Oh, how the tables had turned, and now, bound in oath and agreement to Deathwing, she was ultimately helpless. The way she slowly let go of her sword, one finger at a time, was as if the sword was her only anchor to life. It was with hidden grief, pain, and even a flash of panic that went through her eyes as Raelynn allowed for Sappros to still proudly stand there and stepped back before raising her eyes once again to the demon lord. Now what? her voice rang out, maybe without as much grandeur as it had before, but with an adamant willful strength behind it that still allowed for Raelynn to stand facing Deathwing, At least, if you want me , then send away your little minions. I will not have them jumping to conclusions around me while we... Yet somehow, she could not bring herself to say it, swallowing hard and crossing her arms under her breasts again, this time as if to protect herself from the demon in front of her.
Thread: The Divine Punishment [TriniMad & darkest_fate]

Hearing the agreement, even spoken with such a tone, made Azondious nearly quiver with raw anticipation. Those beautiful lips had just surrendered one of the finest bodies he'd seen on a mortal. Even better her will and her drive made her unique. Very, very few women possessed Raelynn's special combination of raw willpower and physical prowess. Very, very few women would be as intoxicating to Azondious and his kind. One of those very women now stood in his chamber, swearing herself over unto him, knowingly or unknowingly giving herself over to be the mother of his heirs. The spellsword released her blade slowly. Azondious watched the play of emotions on her face as she did. He waited, watched, listened, and then heard her adamant claims, the girl's naivete finally starting to bubble to the surface. Azondious smiled at her statement. My minions? he repeated, looking around. Most of them had melded into the shadows. Certainly their presence was known, but they did not stand out to gawk, didn't dare, even as they'd heard, quivering with anticipation, as their master had forced the spellsword into an agreement that would regulate her body unto him. I don't believe that was part of the arrangement, the demon said. He moved around the sword, stalking closer to his prey. He raked his eyes over her body, his desire apparent. I believe, in fact, that you just swore your body over unto me, he moved with liquid quickness, Plated arms latched around Raelynn's body, gripping her rear tight. They squeezed and drew her back seeming determined to slam her pelvis against the rock hard demon's plate. The demon didn't give her time to do more than let out a few noises of protest. One hand remained gripping her ass, feeling that particular bit for the first time, while the other tilted that defiantly beautiful face upward. He looked into those fierce eyes, giving her a second to realize her position. Then he struck. His lips lowered, seizing hers. This was not merely a kiss of passion, though a good deal of that seeped into the connected flesh. This was a kiss that spoke of some dominance. For the lips moved commandingly, working against defiant flesh and asserting their claim. Azondious's rougher lips insisted on taking Raelynn's, insisted upon their kiss, pressing hard enough to potentially bruise. Hand and lips demanded the fullness of the expression, and Azondious would hold her until one of two things happened she ran out of air or she actually gathered enough strength and strength of will to push herself away. Yes, strength of will. For he had seen her looks, and he knew what they meant. He also knew that the actual motions, the taking of lips, the gripping of her muscular body, would ignite an instinctive primal lust within the woman. Like it or not, Raelynn had the body of a human female, and human females were designed on some level to experience sexual bliss, bliss that a pair of demonic lips now promised.
Thread: The Divine Punishment [TriniMad & darkest_fate]

Azondious could practically feel the lust blossoming up within the young warrioress. Whenever someone so vibrant and physical denied such feelings for so long it created this pressure within. They could direct it toward other activities, and a lucky few could deaden it entirely. But most, most were like Raelynn waiting for the right set of lips, the right touch, to light fires and make the groans. This girl had been so in control that she didn't know how it felt to give herself over, and Azondious had every intention of doing just that. The kiss lasted longer than the demon expected. Certainly Raelynn pushed, and Azondious made it a fight. it would take some doing to pull his lips away. And when he looked, he saw the flush, felt the heavy breaths, knew that he'd already started leading her down a path of pure lust that she would engage in with as much headstrong will as she had her previous chaste life. For the ones that stepped over to him after resisting so strongly proved to be the best when they finally gave up. Of course she wiped at her mouth, gathered herself, put on the show. The demon chuckled at her demand. Still making demands? he asked. He ran his hands possessively along her body, feeling how compacted it was by the leather. He'd always thought her outfit particularly daring, likely the excuse being mobility or distracting. Now he let his touch feel her curves, wanting to sense both muscle and womanly form. I've lit the fires of lust within countless women and men, he said, his voice raspy. He leaned forward pressing his lips against Raelynn's for another moment, as if to silence protests while simultaneously igniting another fire. You're probably used to, what, boorish oafs? Was it Arthur the paladin or Kaleb who you granted begrudging affections toward? Or maybe it was that healer? Everyone heard that you two were as close as sisters, the demon pressed several more kisses, working down Raelynn's jawline. Make no mistake I will take you. I will bend you over and slide myself into you and thrust until we both cry out with the greatest ecstasy, he worked her neck now, kissing more, drawing hot fire into his lips. For the demon knew his skills and also knew that his own incubus leanings would naturally create a desire in any who touched his skin directly, let along his saliva. You will feel me filling your body with seed and cry out in joy, he whispered into her neck, moving to suckle the flesh for a moment. But first, first I must ignite the passions within you, he ran his hands along her sides. He began nibbling delicately at her neck now, tracing little paths of fire all along her. His hands continued to roam her body, feeling her hot flesh through the tight leather, not at all doubting that she was already beginning to find her daring adventurer's garb... confining.
Thread: The Divine Punishment [TriniMad & darkest_fate]

Does it feel like I'm bluffing? the demon lord hissed, allowing a bit of his anger to leak into the tones. For as Raelynn's lust mounted, his own grew hungrier and hungrier. He could feel her leaning against his chest, feel the heat rising up within her. Not simply the heat, but the wet, that tell-tale sign of feminine lust building between two supposedly divine legs. Just knowing that he'd invoked such feelings within a person would've been enough to ratchet up Azondious's lust. Actually feeling it as the woman pressed against him, rolling her hips with raw need... and then knowing that said woman happened be Raelynn , it all made him hard enough for his erection to start becoming quite noticeable, especially as she needfully ground herself against him. The hips moved toward his hand, and at first the demon drew the digits away. No need to give in just yet, after all. But he heard that vehement whisper, and he had to chuckle. His mouth opened for a reply, to point out that her statement hardly qualified as insulting, but he soon found his lips taken by hers. His eyes widened in momentary surprise at her sudden aggressiveness. He felt her tongue insisting, her mouth opening to his. For a few seconds, Raelynn led the charge in her own debauching, a fact that caused Azondious to grow harder than he could ever remember being. He rallied. His mouth pressed back, opening. Soon Raelynn felt a demonic tongue slithering into her mouth. In many ways, the tongue matched a humans a slick muscle with great control and taste. Most humans, however, could not extend their tongues as far as the average demon. Most humans could not twirl their tongue expertly, actively encircling another. Azondious did just that his tongue literally wrapping itself around Raelynn's in a wrestle for dominance. His spittle, likely even more addictive than most, slid into her mouth as he pushed his own lips against him. Demonic hunger boiled and overflowed, driving his mouth to lash against hers. He felt her grinding hips and pressed his hand down. His taloned touch dug into the fabric for a moment, shoving against her crotch. He rolled, shoving the fabric against her, literally dragging her own outfit against her needy sex. The hand massaged her groin, pushing hard, literally lifting the young warrioress off the floor. Raelynn would feel her booted feet leaving the stones as the lust demon literally held her a few inches from the ground, using gravity and her own writhing to grind her all the more against him. Then he began working, massaging, teasing all around the sensitive flesh even as his lips and tongue asserted full dominance and skill over her needy little mouth.
Thread: Let's Be Gay!

Free bump cuz you rock! 3
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Bump! I crave Trap Runner.
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I'd like to hear more about your ideas for the magical girlfriend one. Sounds fun
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RE I wanna ruin our friendship mxm or fxf So I kinda like stalkingkidnapping stuff and I really like furries, but you said you'd play sub and I don't really like being dom
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RE I wanna ruin our friendship mxm or fxf Well I suppose I must save the day and dominate you both! Let's out evil laughter.
Thread: Revamped Fandom Requests Thread

RE My New Fandom Thread Take a glance at my request thread and see if you're interested at all? I'd love to play with you! It sounds like we have some of the same ideas!
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RE My Fandom Thread shortened list added to top Ohhh I would love to do NHilda
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Heavily updated the request thread to try and clean it up, along with adding a new section called the 'Bucket List'. Anybody interested in doing something with one of the charactersfandomscravings listed there will get a virtual cookie.
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Been a bit busy lately but looking to get back into the swing of things.
Thread: Dragon's Hoard

The quest seemed simple enough. Something was taking cattle in the night and there were carcasses of deer being found in the woods mauled by something very large. And then there were the roars. They were only occasional but they echoed through the valley. There was something up in the mountains and it was something very big. The villagers were terrified and scared it would be coming down into the town next. And if it was half as big as it sounded the town guards would have no chance. So the lord and the mayor scraped together some gold and offered it up as reward for the beast's head. It probably wouldn't be too hard. It was probably just some dire wolf. At most a griffon or perhaps a wyvern. The townsfolk were scared but they were just merchants and peasants. It would probably be done with ease. The party gathered together over a few days gathering fighters and supplies. Then they set out. It was a long hike into the mountains. They had been out of town for three days slowly making their way through the steep valleys and cliffs. They made camp. There were less than a day below a rather large cave in the peak above. That was probably where the beast was. It was night now though so they had this one last moment to rest before the hike and battle tomorrow. They had one last night before the things fate and the beast had in store for them.
Thread: Dragon's Hoard

Calista Del Rey sat at the fire sharpening the second of her two long swords, both were of course already sharp and meticulously cleaned, but it gave her something to do as she idly scanned her companions. Her armor was perfect as well, though not the highly polished set she would wear if she were somewhere closer to civilization as opposed to this frontier backwater. Instead it was brushed to a dull perfection that was a bit less conspicuous for the practical work ahead of her. It mimicked her curves to near perfection, making her armorer the only man who had gotten a view of her well honed body, much to the disappointment of the many lords and knights that coveted her. Though she kept a low profile, Calista was a rather high level knight of the Order of the Silver Flame. Her mission here was the same as the party she had joined, to discover the source of the raids and put an end to them. She cared little for the money that had been offered and had even considered adding to it to improve the quality of the party to be found. In the end she decided to save the Order a few hundred gold coins and as she looked over the party wondered if it had been a wise choice. She could probably do the task herself but it was not the Order's way to do all of the lord's dirty work and if they wanted to use this band of misfits, so be it. She was however convinced, as was the local lord and mayor, that this was a minor beast easily defeated. Had they not been so near the frontier, she might have had better information as to the range and scope of some of the raids along with the treasure and magic being taken. Instead she only knew of about a quarter of the damage. That bit of missing information combined with her confidence that her Order had rid the land of dragons a couple generations ago, gave her a false sense of security. If she had suspected something as terrible as even a minor dragon, there would be a hundred knights here hunting it down, not this paltry band of thieves, barbarians, and an unproven sorceress. There was something about the sorceress though that bothered Calista more than it should, she couldn't put her finger on it but knew she bore watching carefully. The barbarian on the other hand, she wished would avoid her line of sight altogether. His lack of clothing was little short of offensive to the chaste paladin. The thieves well what could she say about them really, they couldn't be trusted any further than she could see them. Still they were her companions for the immediate future so she did her best to smile and be civil, hoping they would settle this matter quickly so she could be on her way.
Thread: Dragon's Hoard

Pacing around the groups campsite at the edge of the firelight, Lizzie's eyes darted from face to face and then out into the darkness. She was out of her element and she hated it. She should have been back in the city, hell any city, breaking into homes not climbing mountains in search of trouble. She- well, they, were being payed well and that was what had drawn her here. She kicked herself once again for trying to satiate her own greed. They were days away from anyone now, so their was no chance she would be able to crawl back to civilization if she was seriously wounded. Not only that but the attacks were described as raids . That meant that whatever they were hunting was intelligent, willing to travel for several days to raid, and then strong enough to hike its way back up the mountains to wherever it or they lived with its loot. They were going to have to fight, and this they included her! Surely they won't pay me if I cower behind them the whole time. As she continued to pace she bought herself breathing far quicker and louder than she had thought she was. Calm down, Lizzie, it's OK. Just think, you can take whatever was stolen without technically stealing and technically not stealing was the best kind of stealing! It involved less work than actual theft and you weren't legally responsible for your actions. Yeah, that's it. And if things go badly, even tonight, you can just slip away. You're already dressed to blend in, all you'd need to do is grab your pack. With a deep breath, she slowed her pacing before approaching the fire and sitting by it. Being sure she didn't look directly into the fire she produced a bag of ball bearings from a pouch and began rolling one between her fingers. Good, good, now just think of something else... Maybe the others? Yes. The elf, um, half-elf... She was a sorcerer. There was that other rogue a human like herself, and that barbarian. A shiver ran down her spine. Gregor. Scary man, though probably not right in the head. He had that thuggish look to him, even naked and out here. And he was big as well. Then there was the paladin, Calista. She certainly isn't helping ease the tension but I suppose she's alright. I mean, she's probably honor bound to fight to protect the helpless i.e. Me and I can't really do anything illegal around here so we shouldn't have too much trouble. Calmer now, she dropped the bearing back into its pouch and looked at the others before speaking. So, what'll you all be spending your pay on?
Thread: Dragon's Hoard

Jeez, what a dump. Sasha groaned as she lit a roll of tobacco with a small ball of fire she conjured up in her palm, before putting it between her cherry lips. She has long scarlet hair all the way down to her waist and marble white skin on a lithe body well-endowed with ample curves. She was wearing a red silk dress that can best be described as a nightgown, the fabric semi-transparent and leaving large parts of her cleavage and legs exposed. And while she carries herself with an air of nobility, her mannerisms and vulgar vocabularies suggests it's much more likely she had sucked a lot of nobles instead. And while she complains about the elements, the ease with which she helped set up the bonfire meant that she's no stranger to traveling and camping. Of course, it's not like that Gnome's dick of a village is any better. Imma gonna spend my pay on boozes, smokes...and boys. Sasha answered the rogue's question with a hungry, almost wolfish grin. I saw a very cute guy in the tavern last night probably the only good spot in this gods-forsaken town. she paused there to suck on the roll of tobacco with expert skill, then blew the smoke out in small onion rings. I mean, it's not like I need many stuffs, or what I travel light, after all. Indeed, being an arcane caster with innate talent, she has little belongings on her person, weapons and armors being unnecessary and unwieldy, for that matter for her delicate form. What's maybe more jarring, though, is her almost nonchalant attitude toward their coming question it seems as if she either had total confidence of their success...or she simply didn't really care about the outcome either way. ...Or maybe it's because she could feel something in the air. Something that no one else seemed to feel, a tingling sensation that made her nipples hard and visible beneath her dress, an electricity that seemed to travel through the rivers of her veins. Or maybe it's just nerves, or the cold, or maybe it's simply all in her head. Still, she could swear she had the feeling of great destiny - almost a premonition - even if she couldn't quite put her fingers on it. This had never happened before...except on that fateful night in the brothel, before her latent powers ignited the floor and sent her fleeing from the closest thing she ever had to a family to avoid her debt and guilt. She shook her head at that she was over thinking things. It's probably nothing after all, what great destiny could one possibly find in this unextraordinary place?