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Thread: Bridget's exile (Tessylyn & OneNightNinja)

RE Bridget's exile I didn't steal nothing the goblin protested if I wanted the dress I'd have run away the moment I had my hands on it. All I wanted was for ya to get out of stream so I could look at ya naked she corrected unabashedly, as if her more perverse motives were any better. You were the one what started getting all punchy, and I didn't poison ya, it's a lust potion. She threw up her arms and made a 'Bah' noise to say that she was finished arguing when clearly she was right, as if Bridget was simply being too stupid to see that. Look, that potion seems like it's worn off, it doesn't do no harm, just makes you a bit... friendlier. She unfastened her pouch again, and tossed the bottle over to the human girl, as if it were a gift given in a gesture of good faith... which in truth it was, since the goblin wanted to be able to leave without acquiring any more bruises. That feeling ya got... all warm and tingly... that'll go away if you pleasure yourself with a grin the goblin added or if ya get someone to do it for ya, which is what I wanted in the first place.
Thread: Bridget's exile (Tessylyn & OneNightNinja)

RE Bridget's exile Bridget listened to the goblin's explanation, but looked at her like the little thing was completely insane. That didn't stop the goblin from throwing her the potion, which Bridget caught shakily. Though Bridget did get some insight into the way things worked around these parts, she was still not exactly inviting unusual creatures to tour her intimates. Did the sacrifice throw her into hell? Or something? Wasn't exactly the lake of fire and torture she'd heard about. Or maybe it was some really tripped out dream, like that time she ate those mushrooms growing in the alleyway near the apothecary's place. With one final huff, still very much in a human state of mind, she shook her head. I don't know what you're gettin' on about, you little... Whatever you are. A slight sigh, and she added, more to herself, And this is why we don't go out of the cities... With that she started to walk away, determined to make it to that village. As she made her way toward it, she could feel her thighs rubbing together, a slick feeling between them as she felt like she was burning up, and ache in her hips that cried out to be satisfied. The darn thing was right, and she needed to take care of it soon. No way she'd be able to keep going in the state she was in. Since there was a patch of trees and bushes somewhat nearby, she figured it'd be a good place to do the deed. Much better visual cover there. Once she got in, she found a nice little spot formed by low-hanging branches and bushes. Plenty of privacy. Desperately by that point, she back up against the tree, lifting her dress and stuffing her hand betwixt her thighs. The rest of her had dried off, but she could feel slickness all over as the fingers instinctively found their way to her nether lips. Her index and ring fingers spread her lips just enough that her middle finger could rub vigorously along her clit and her needy entrance, toes curling as he breath turned to a hushed, ragged, and needy panting.
Thread: Bridget's exile (Tessylyn & OneNightNinja)

RE Bridget's exile Finally seeming to have recovered a little, the goblin actually got to her feet and even though she was a little unsteady, she knew that she wasn't wanted here. Leaving quickly seemed to be her plan, and she ignored what Bridget was muttering and loped off, or game as close to loping as her short legs allowed, into the brush by the side of the road once again. Just before she vanished from sight she yelled over her sister I'm gonna tell my tribe about you, don't think that this si the last time you're gonna see a goblin. With that she was truly gone, leaving the human girl to walk alone towards the town once again, with only her own thoughts and overly sensitive body for company. Once again the landscape seemed to slip by in an uncharacteristically quick fashion despite the rather slow pace that the girl was now keeping up in her distracted state, but even so, there was still a mile or two left before she would reach the place she had in mind. It was just visible over the last hill now, the people were still far too small and distant to make out, but it looked like a collection of about ten or so houses grouped together in a rather haphazard fashion, with a handful more scattered around the nearby area with what looked like a few farms. Clearly this was a relatively small village. Inside that little thicket was as good a place as any for a quick break to get ready, and on this stop it seemed that Bridget did actually have a deal of privacy. The attention that she gave to her body went uninterrupted, and despite her panting and ragged breath, it was quite clear after a while that she was only going to get any relief from this lust that seemed to have taken hold of her after reaching a climax.
Thread: Bridget's exile (Tessylyn & OneNightNinja)

RE Bridget's exile Goblin? That's what the thing was? Bridget had mostly ignored the warning though. Threats were a common thing in the street rat life, and it didn't usually end in anything other than in what would be a normal scuffle anyway. No, the important thing was getting going. When she had made it to her cover and started getting the sweet relief that her hand could provide, she found herself slinking down a bit so she could sit and really get into the deed. Her panting grew a bit louder as she closed her eyes, forgetting the potential dangers in a lusty haze. That middle finger dipped inside her folds, reaching up inside herself to stir. It'd never felt so good before. Never before has she needed it so badly either. Not one for wasting time, her index finger joined the other into her tight virginity. While lacking experience, she wouldn't have to deal as much with the pain of penetration, thanks to a little earlier experimentation back when she was still in the city. What she wouldn't give for a carrot at this point. Pumping her fingers in and out, she didn't explore herself so much as whip herself into a frenzy, stealthy pants turning into quite moans and whimpers. Her hips bucked against her hand until she added her finishing touch, her thumb grinding against her sensitive numb while she reached deep, fingers pressing firmly from inside as Bridget let out a short cry, remembering to silence herself part way through as the muscles in her waist all tightened and brought herself to her much needed climax. It was a good few minutes before she could even open her eyes, basking in the calm warmth of a good moment with herself. It felt so much nicer than before. So much so that she decided to just relax, and take an unnecessary break before getting up to go. Once she had her head back out of the clouds, she stood up and brushed off the grass and dirt from her dress again, careful not to get her juices on the dress. Walking back out, she got to the stream and cleaned off her hand before continuing on her way to that village. It was only a small place, but people were people, and protection from the goblins.
Thread: Bridget's exile (Tessylyn & OneNightNinja)

RE Bridget's exile The relief that would have come with that orgasm was practically palpable, as if the world has lost some of its urgency and things were slipping back into their natural places. It seemed that luck and privacy were also still on the thief's side, since whatever normally lived in this hollowed out area amongst the trees made no sign of coming back any time soon. Still, after that rest of hers it was a good idea to move on, since sooner or later whatever called this little hollow home would no doubt return, and might not be too pleased to find a human girl smelling of sex lounging in its den. Once she was clean again, and now with her mind much clearer, the walking seemed to go on more easily at a better pace than before, with only Bridget's own mind able to judge whether what she'd thought about whilst pleasuring herself was right or wrong. The village started to come into view, and it seemed that the four buildings around the village square if indeed the small area with only a little open space and a fountain could be called a square were shops of various sorts. One sign looked like an anvil likely a to blacksmith, another like a pestle and mortar which was likely to be a medicine store, another had a spool of thread and was probably a tailor, and the last had an odd assortment of items, everything from a turnip to a spade - the general store. Bridget was about two-hundred feet away now, though nobody was outside in this inner-village area, and so she hadn't been seen yet. Something happened which might have given her pause though. The distance was too far to see completely clearly, but something came out of one of the shops, giving a cheerful wave behind it as it walked away. It had two legs and stood as tall as a human should, but the shape of the face seemed... wrong. Was that a snout, or a muzzle? As if that wasn't enough the skin also seemed to be dark grey, no wait, that wasn't skin, it looked more like... fur.
Thread: Bridget's exile (Tessylyn & OneNightNinja)

RE Bridget's exile Relief was so sweet. And the village was coming up quickly. It was all working out well enough so far. Aside from the tussle, of course. But as she got close to the village, she began to take stock of what she was going up against, so to speak. Four small shops, a little fountain. Looks like it was probably just a small farming hamlet. The scant shops seemed to indicate it'd be a very mom-and-pop kind of place, with everything passed down from generation to generation. Though as she got closer, she saw a person leave a shop. Sharp-eyed, she was able to make out a few details. It seemed normal enough until she caught the sight of what looked maybe like a dog's muzzle. And fur. Maybe a local hunter wearing a wolf-skin cloak? She'd seen it a few times, usually attached to large, boisterous, and hairy drunks near taverns and gambling halls. Certainly the pelts would be warm though. But she needed to schmooze with the people a bit, so she arranged herself up as best she could, straightening out her dress and hair. Then, it was time to put on her best meek girl look and wander in, acting not unlike a defenseless lady going down the wrong dark alleyway. First step was to gather sympathy to get in the someone's good graces.
Thread: Bridget's exile (Tessylyn & OneNightNinja)

RE Bridget's exile Before Bridget arrived, that person crossing over the village square had headed into one of the nearby homes and out of sight. As she approached giving her best innocent look there was actually nobody to see her act at first. After a moment though a woman bustled out of the blacksmiths store holding a knife up and shouting Hey Lucina, you forgot the knife I sharpened Her words cut off as she noticed Bridget standing in the road, and honestly she looked quite shocked. Her own features explained what the thief had seen though. While her body was that of a well-toned human with fairly thick arms and a moderately impressive bust, the woman had a foxs muzzle and her entire body from head to foot, actually more accurately head to paw, was covered in a short crop of reddish fur. Most of her was covered by the trousers and shirt she wore, but it was a safe bet that the fur covered her entire body. Behind her a bushy fox tail had been swinging, though it had gone stiff now in what was possibly either shock or panic. Uhm, greetings traveller she said a little shakily Just passing through are you? Subconsciously something seemed to trigger a memory in Bridget, something that the goblin had said about looking like a demon had the little green creep actually been right about that instead of just trying to be insulting?
Thread: Bridget's exile (Tessylyn & OneNightNinja)

RE Bridget's exile Poor Bridget was in for a shock as well, as a woman came out with a knife. Though the shout for the previous customer explained what was going on nicely. While the shock of seeing a knife was disarmed, that let Bridget notice the other shocking thing. The lycanthrope walking about in board daylight. So there were two confused and stunned people looking at one another, both quite alien to one another. Finally, the fox-themed person managed to speak out, still quite nervous. She stammered a bit, trying to figure out what to say. Uh yes... I was separated from my friends. I need to find where I am so I can get back home. Um... Ma'am. Bridget didn't want to offend. Clearly she was in a very different place. Getting back to humanity was now priority number one. Heck, even the residents didn't seem to know what humanity was. It was all so very strange.
Thread: Bridget's exile (Tessylyn & OneNightNinja)

RE Bridget's exile The woman seemed to visibly relax when Bridget spoke, apparently these universally feared and despised demons did not make a habit of calling people Ma'am or anything else so polite. Noticing suddenly that she was still holding the knife up, the fox-woman sheepishly lowered it and took on a far more conversational tone. Lost huh? Well you're in Vayrun, that's what this village is called she pointed further south, and following her finger the stream that Bridget had been following this far met up with several others, widening off into a true river in the distance. That's the river Vay, where the village gets it name y'know? Anyway, you follow that south through the riverlands and you'll get to Byran, the big city around here. That's about an hours walk away, maybe three if you haven't been there before. There it was again, another implication that time and distance didn't quite work right in this place... how could somewhere be both one hour or three hours away at the same time? With a shrug the fox woman admitted That's about all I know of the surrounding area truth be told, I was born and raised here, barely ever left. If you want more directions that you'd best talk to Tabitha, she's the mayor or as close as we got to one in this place right now, the old girl's going a bit senile mind you though, if you're not careful you'll be hearing stories about what her great grandmother used to eat for supper before the breaking. As an afterthought she added My names Alder by the way, nice to meet you.
Thread: Bridget's exile (Tessylyn & OneNightNinja)

RE Bridget's exile It seemed the situation had disarmed itself quickly enough, and the knife was put away. While the fox woman had managed to get her composure, Bridget was still very much confused and socially awkward. But Alder pointed out all the features in the area, along with the curious indication of one to thee hours of travel to the next town. What do you mean, one hour, but three if I've never been there? Are there really that many shortcuts? Bridget asked, not sure what was up with walking around in the place. I mean... I'm not used to traveling alone, so I've always been quite... Distracted. Hard to notice these things... But thank you for telling me of Tabitha... I'll speak to her. I-If you'd be so kind as to at least point me in the right direction. She poised, contemplating the situation. And what was this 'breaking' that Alder spoke of? Oh um... My name is Bridget. It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Ms. Alder.
Thread: Bridget's exile (Tessylyn & OneNightNinja)

RE Bridget's exile At the question about travelling the woman gave Bridget something of an odd look, as if to question how much sense the girl actually had in her head. She quickly wiped it off her face though, apparently not wanting to appear rude. Well you know, focus travelling, one of the world spells the caused the breaking. You fix the place you want to go in your mind, then as you travel distance will compress and you get there far faster than you would if you just walked normally. It works better if you've been to the place before, because you have a better image of it in your mind to focus on. Well, that certainly explained how Bridget had seemed to walk fifteen miles in an hour and a half, even with breaks and that little encounter with her goblin friend. Apparently she'd be able to do it even faster now that she'd been here once already. The woman shook her head at her own lack of sense then apologized Sorry sweetie, I forget sometimes that outsiders don't know where people live already, there's only about forty of us here, so everyone knows everybody else. Tabs lives in that house over there she pointed to one a on the opposite side of the square, the only one with a slate roof rather than thatch. She'll be gone for another half hour or so though, she just went out to check on her farm.
Thread: Sex, Shillings and Sherry (with Panakananana and Boyo)

Shannon is on her way to the house to report to Phillip. She doesn't mind being an errand runner for Phillip, only because the two of them share a genuine, teenage like adoration for each other. It's like a family owned business that they run, one that is doing extremely well. Shannon stops in, delivering a secret knock and calling out to let Phillip know who it is. She does what she can to make sure her breasts look as nice as possible.
Thread: Sex, Shillings and Sherry (with Panakananana and Boyo)

Philip walked around the desk, touching one of the multiple chess games that were scattered about the room. Moving a piece or two into new positions advanced the play, it was not as amusing to play with himself but he had not found a good opponent other than Shannon. Though she rarely like to play with him any more, at times she indulged him but often she seemed too animated to want to play much, as if the time taken to play could be used in other pursuits. With the sherry finished he turned to the chair again, sitting down and picking up the book again and reading with a more focused attention. Often too intelligent for his own good, and with a distinct lack of social niceties, as his mother often reminded him, Philip remained more in tune with himself. Other than the servants of the house, who stayed due to the family connections, and he was sure the distinct lack of demands on his part, only Shannon was a regular visitor to the house. Philip disdained people in general, unless they could amuse him, or if they were necessary for some diversion. Of which he only had two, one was working cases for Scotland Yard that they found difficult, the initial one coming to his attention through the papers and through Shannon had solved it relatively quickly, able to find the murderer without leaving his study. After the second unsolved case they had unofficially sent ones that seemed particularly complex to resolve, and it was a pleasant diversion that Philip found extremely fulfilling. Downstairs came the sound of a bell and a door, muffled voices came through the house as he heard the footsteps on the stairs. Marking his place in the book he waited in the chair, finishing the cigar and throwing it into the fire as the servant steps up but it is Shannon who knocks on the door then walks in after a moment. Giving her form an admiring glance, the dress while normal somehow accentuates her form and sensuality which he secretly derives a little pleasure from as he invites her to sit with a gesture. Out of politeness he pours her a sherry, then fills his own glass, setting the glass down he pulls the newspaper from the desk and hands it to her. Of the ashes of one, comes another. Sitting down takes his own glass, notice the story about the merchant on the bottom of the page. The one complaining about the shillings he received in payment, staring towards the fire he let his eyes become unfocused as he begins to consider the options of this puzzle. Normally a small item, but the last victim we just dealt with had a false shilling in his pocket, and this seems too much of a coincidence to me.
Thread: Sex, Shillings and Sherry (with Panakananana and Boyo)

Shannon looks into your eyes apologetically as she picks up her sherry forgive me, Philip, but I need a moment to gather my thoughts for what I am about to tell you. She elegantly lifts the glass and slowly guzzles the entire glass of wine. Okay, prepare yourself she wipes her mouth with her similar colored glove we received a letter from an anonymous source stating that similar troubles in the area are linked to an unknown person. She kneels down and pulls your pants down, she goes on to say the unknown person is said to have the ability to possess others, he or she is trying to destroy this country from the inside, starting with the corruption of our economy. I know that you aren't one to believe in magic, but to show how real they are, 4,000 pounds were included, stating that there's plenty more if you'll consider it. What's wrong with you Philip.
Thread: Sex, Shillings and Sherry (with Panakananana and Boyo)

Staring at the letter as Shannon gets on her knees before him Philip, barely noticing his pants opened and the lace gloves rubbing against him. Shannon continues stroking him as she tells him the contents of the letter. The gloves caress and stroke his exposed cock and balls, the soft cloth and skilled hands, that at other times have aroused him and milked the liquid from his loins, now only caress his softness that does not harden. Thoughts racing through him, to the exclusion of all else such that even her ministrations that he often seeks out do nothing for him, looking down he raises an eye brow. Too early for that, he comments and turns away. Placing the letter on the table, pulling his trousers back up, scans the letter again. Possession? He muses, turning the word over in his mouth like a tasty pudding. How could one possess another? Perhaps with the right drugs, hypnotism perhaps, there are enough fakir's from the East who could achieve such feats. Plenty of local connivers of various sorts as well, who may have studied some of the alchemical secrets of recent times, or practitioners of other illusionary arts. Phrenologists perhaps, as he muses aloud. Shannon resumes her seat and waits. Philip moves about the thoughts acting and clicking on their own, disparate thoughts coming together to some insubstantial puzzle that forms within him. Something only he can see. Stopping to pick up a book, only to place it somewhere else. Or at a chess board move another piece as he stops and looks at it. Very well, he finally says as he stops in front of Shannon. Looking down at her with a smile, yes, let's do it and see where it all leads. What sort of contact do you have with this mysterious benefactor?
Thread: Sex, Shillings and Sherry (with Panakananana and Boyo)

Shannon let's out a sigh of discontent as you turn away and pull up your trousers I was left without contact, the only credibility in these statements is the large amount of money left in the package with the letter, that and the promise of plenty more if you should choose to accept the job. The letter was saying that, if you should accept the job, they will know and monetary assistance will be given in one form or another, as well as manpower if needed. Sounds to me like a hoax but the sheer amount of money...left in the event of your acceptance or not.... She gets up to hug you anyways, it's completely up to you, I am very content the way things are. Not that it bothers me, Philip, but I know how your cock gets when you are giving a good think. I'll leave you be, but do let me know if you are in need of a release, I'll drop everything and work at it all day if I must.