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Thread: The Cost of Blood (Father and Belle)

He loved her as well, he loved her deeply, and that love was only growing in every moment that they were together. Yet what had started out as something intimate and powerful between the two of them, what had begun as something of intense emotion had not graduated into something that was far more primal for her Father. Eurotas moved his head while she moved against him, rolling her hips back in offering...his shaft impaling deep within her as she made her cry of supplication. She had given him everything and now there was only one thought that dominated this entire being. Breeding. He wanted a child with her, he wanted to own her in more than just having bedded her. Bedding could be done with any woman, his Aelia offered him something more and that was the only reason that he was with her. She offered him lineage, honor, and a generation of their offspring that would rock the very foundation of Sparta. Yet such thoughts were far too civilized for his mind at the moment. Now he did what men had done throughout history when in the throes of madness known as lust. He fucked her. His head turned so that her bared throat was his for the taking and he bit her, laying his mark upon her. He would no longer hide if she would not, he would keep nothing from the world. The servants would talk regardless, there was little doubt as to the fact that they more than likely had been seen by the household slaves. No, he would place his brand upon her and that tongue applied suction as he formed his lips against her throat...teeth digging in just a tiny bit. His reply to her words of love came in the form of the grunts of a man exercising, as if training in the courtyard, for he was relentless in what he did to her. And what was he doing? He was turning his hips so that he was angled straight into her, his feet bracing themselves firmly so that he would not slip on the slick rocks. His thighs and buttocks flexed in hard knots with every motion as he pummeled into her, again and again slapping against the ass that seemed made to be taken. His fingers tightened on her shoulders in the act to jerk her back into him, every thrust home involving an equally brutal pull backwards. It would cause her perfect tits to sway, the sound of his skin slapping against hers echoing loudly in the silent room. There was little doubt that Eurotas was near orgasm, his sac already heavy with his seed, but he held it back with cruelty to himself... wanting to lay victory upon his daughter's flesh.
Thread: Dagor Dagorath - OOC

As a group we can discuss ideas here, or you guys can PM me. Or we can just bullshit lol. Character Profiles OOC thread Setting The year is FO 212, peace has flourished in Arda since Sauron's great defeat, ushering in the Age of Men. The race of Elves has dwindled, many sailing West to Valinor. Leaving Middle Earth in the hands of the mortal races of Dwarves, Hobbits, and Men. As is often the case with mortal memory, the evil was forgotten with the passage of time, nothing but a frightening bed time story, and so it wasn't easily identified when it began to creep over Arda once more. The Elves that remained were the first to sense the familiar evil. An evil thought banished forever into the void. An evil greater even then Sauron and his ring of power. Soon his servants would wake and join their master, Sauron chief among them. An old and forgotten prophecy is about to be fulfilled. This will be the final battle for Middle Earth. It will be a bitter fight, greater then any previous who is brave enough to take up arms against Morgoth and his servants? The prophecy Thus spoke Mandos in prophecy, when the Valar sat in judgement in Valinor and the rumour of his word was whispered among all the Elves of the West. When the world is old and the Powers grow weary, then Morgoth, seeing that the guard sleepeth, shall come back through the Door of the Night out of the Timeless Void and he shall destroy the Sun and the Moon. But Erendil shall descend upon him as a white and searing flame and drive him from the airs. Then shall the Last Battle be gathered on the fields of Valinor. In that day, Tulkas shall strive with Morgoth, and on his right hand shall be Enw, and on his left Trin Turambar, son of Hrin, coming from the halls of Mandos and the black sword of Trin shall deal unto Morgoth his death and final end and so shall the Children of Hrin and all fallen Men be avenged. Thereafter shall Earth be broken and remade, and the Silmarils shall be recovered out of Air and Earth and Sea for Erendil shall descend and surrender that flame which he hath had in keeping. Then Fanor shall take the Three Jewels and bear them to Yavanna Palrien and she will break them and with their fire rekindle the Two Trees, and a great light shall come forth. And the mountains of Valinor shall be levelled, so that the light shall go out over all the world. In that light the Valar will grow young again, and the Elves awake and all their dead arise, and the purpose of Ilvatar be fulfilled concerning them. But of Men in that day the prophecy of Mandos doth not speak, and no Man it names, save Trin only, and to him a place is given among the sons of the Valar. Taken from - Dagor Dagorath
Thread: Dagor Dagorath - OOC

Just to check... we've got an Elven lord from the Second Age, an Elven healer from the Third Age, and a Human thief generalist? I can't wait to see how we all end up together!
Thread: Dagor Dagorath - OOC

Yes, that's it so far. He fills the holes needs of the party in whatever capacity is required. A cut and slice here, a lock to pick, a wall to breech...
Thread: Dagor Dagorath - OOC

I may be editing mine a little bit later on today. Ive got a wicoed migraine right now so i really couldnt do much but copy paste her from my request thread. Mainly I will just be editing her age and small details of her family and history to better fit the new time period.
Thread: Dagor Dagorath - OOC

Sorry for the hold up, gonna do my best to start us up with in the next couple days
Thread: What do you think?

What do you think? Hot and wet, hot and wet. These were the only two sensations that she could think of. Splashes of heat centered in delicate places on a furnace hot body, her body. The body He owns, that He breaks, that He repairs. Her mind drifts back on waves of memory as He brings her down, down from that lofty realm of ecstasy where pain and pleasure are the only true lovers. The bare cold wood floor where she knelt, the glint of lust in his eyes over his whiskey, the soft, chest throbbing growl of his command. Her body's instant arousal at his tone, heat flashing across her clit at his touch. The cool sheets caressing her naked body, his hot hands, smooth in desire, turning, twisting, pulling and slapping against her, driving out all thought, making a red passion fueled mess of her mind, his words cascading down her body as he turns every word into a promise of lust fulfilled. His cock finally granted, pushing deeper with every thrust, her tenuous grasp on reality snapping under the strain of his loving and brutal assault. The final straw.....it bulges, thrusts, larger larger, heat building to rival the deepest volcano's fire, a flood, filling her, cooling burning spreading from her cunt to every atom of her existence. As she lays in his arms, her senses returned she snuggles closer, feeling more free more content than ever before, she asks Master, are you satisfied with me? Having cleaned and cared for her body he senses the needs of her mind and soul, his answer Always, my Kitten. Always
Thread: What do you think?

Incredible rhythm. It reads like poetry, a building crescendo into climax.
Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

Humor was always an interesting thing from his daughter. Very few expected the macabre from a young girl such as her, but he knew his little angel was a skewed mind and he accepted it with good grace. It was something he himself had, something that made him a little bit of an oddity amongst the people that knew him. That was what made him such a good Father perhaps, the fact that the social world seemed to be something that he would easily skip out on if it meant that he would not have to deal with the world of humanity. The utter annoying grouping of the species. It almost made him sneer sometimes as he looked at social media, Facebook postings, the utter insanity that the world had come to represent. Nevertheless it let him dedicate the proper time to a woman who deserved it. Not a wife, not a fiance, and not a girlfriend. No, his beautiful little girl. Indeed he had worked hard and provided for her, provided and given of himself in ways most Father's never did. From the earliest of ages it was his hands that were there for her to aid her or to punish her if the need arose. His hands that represented happiness, his arms hugging her to him, his voice demanding her obedience, his eyes intense and judging, his soft kiss on her forehead at night. It was these things and so many myriad others, the willingness to give of himself in time and effort to make her into the perfect young woman. He would pay any price, satisfy any whim, as long as she did not treat it with whimsy. As long as she was determined to make the best use of what he provided. He might not be a boy scout, but he lived by their motto, and he was preparing his girl. Preparing her for a life away from him, as any good Father would, a life where she would have whatever she could claim. It was that kind of thinking which led him to be hardly surprised and not at all disconcerted when the lights plunged them into darkness and everything came to a halt. It was amazing how silence could descend upon a dwelling when you took away all the power. The steady hum of air conditioning, the whirring of fans, the sounds of appliances. They all disappeared leaving you with nothing but your thoughts and the outside...and the outside here was howling with the snowstorm. He straightened up out of his office chair and shut his laptop, his large frame looming in the darkness and the floor making a slight creaking noise as he stepped from around his desk. His hand moved and he picked up one of the flashlights, the other picking up his phone as he called out just slightly. Hold still, I'll be there in a moment. His voice was solid, reliable, the kind of voice that could take charge in any situation. He made no reference to cannibalism, after all...they had a dog if they required it. The thought put a smirk on his face, his own private joke as he began to move through the home to find her.
Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

She was worrying but he understood that fact without no trouble whatsoever. What was worry and stress for his young daughter was commonplace for the Father. He was almost a mental accountant, not that he ran numbers persee when it came to monetary figures...but he did it with everything. Percentages, probabilities, future variables. These were what he lived by, always hedging his bets, always playing securely, always ensuring that he moved in a manner that would lead him to the best possible outcomes. It had led to a very rich life, a very reasonable life, and one where he felt at least statistically was going to be quite a long one. Yet he had to make the right choices in times like these, he had to make sure that it was not just himself that was safe but she was. Looking briefly out the window his own mind was calculating the odds. Probability was not working in their favor. It was not that the storm outside was any danger to them at the moment, nor did he feel that there was anything resembling a problem when it came to food. What he worried about was heating. There would be no repair crews on the road in this, they would hardly be able to move in this harsh winter, and if they had lost power then more than likely it was due to the weight of the snow upon power lines. Lines which very well might have fallen to the ground. No, it was going to get cold and get cold relatively quickly. The house was insulated, the home reasonably safe, but it was a modern home that had modern conveniences. Far too new age. It was the kind of home that ran off electricity, had a false fireplace, and looked the part of rustic without losing any of the advancements of the last century. People apparently forgot at times that these kind of things could happen. They had to ensure they were safe. They had to ensure that they remained warm. He could tell she was nervous, it was in her voice and as he entered the kitchen and gave her a small smile of gentleness before waving slightly towards her. I think we will be fine, but we need to get better shelter. We have the small guest set up and bed downstairs, I want you to go down there. Get the dog, get some drinks and food, and I'll be down in a moment, I'm going upstairs to get some of the heavier blankets for us. He had given her his marching orders, already knowing that she would be following them. From day one he had been the purest of authority figures, doing what a parent should do. Never compromising, never overly cruel, and completely unyielding. Boundaries were set, virtues encouraged, but his final say was quite literally the final say. So few parents had the patience for such a situation with toddlers and young children, they always wanted to give in just to make things easier and move it all along. That had not been him. He spoke and he expected completely agreement. With those words he moved past her and gave her shoulder a slight pat with one strong hand before heading to the stairs to retrieve the bedding.
Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

Unlike most homes where the basement became cluttered and stocked full of everything a house no longer wanted to see, her Father had kept their basement organized and relatively clean. Shelving, a work bench, and even the small guest setting he had spoken of. On the work bench and the wall behind it lay his tools that he occasionally used, even though he was not a man who engaged in home repair he was also not am an who felt like he needed to call for a repairman the moment something broke. The shelving held a variety of things, from their holiday decorations to the everyday accessories a home needed. The guest portion was a simple affair with a small nightstand and rollaway bed. They had never used it for much of anything, though there was little doubt that on occasion her Father had guests there. It was a place, much like most of the house, that the young girl knew of but had rarely frequented and within it there were perhaps mysteries that could be explored. Mysteries such as the large closet area she knew had been off limits to her entire life. It loomed there, the doors seeming thick and well maintained. It was a closet that she would know instinctually was deep and full of extravagant amounts of space. The doors were ones that did not swivel outwards but instead slid into the walls so as to not interfere in the room itself. A walk-in, but why would such a space be downstairs like that? Perhaps she had never questioned it, perhaps she had never had the opportunity to do so, but now it was there before her while her Father rummaged around upstairs and the large dog moved to pounce up onto the couch behind her. In the darkness with only the flashlight on her phone to see, was one of the few secrets her Father kept from her. A flashlight which noted that this particular closet, the one that she had been barred from by the lock kept upon it, was partially open. A mistake by her father, something so rare as to be nearly unknown. She could hear him upstairs, moving around, the sound of his heavy feet signaling that he was indeed on the second floor. With the loss of air-conditioning and electricity it was easy to hear the echoes in the house, the wind howling outside the only thing obscuring the motions he might be making. It was a feeling of loneliness even in a house occupied, as if they were completely separate from the world outside and all that existed was the two of them. Down here she could not see outside, down here there was nothing but the well-maintained wood of her Father's closet space that would be a minor bit taunting to the curious and intelligent young woman. With her Father upstairs it might represent an opportunity to take a peak that she'd never felt she had before. What would she do? What might be within?
Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

The sheer massive amount of equipment was staggering, even more so how well maintained they happened to be. It now made sense the full amount of cleaners she had seen on she shelving out in the other portion of the basement, how well maintained the work bench was, how he kept things so nice and orderly. Her Father was a neat freak but this pushed up into an entirely differing level. The implements hung upon the wall like the tools they were, glistening, the leather and wood well maintained. This was a man who took pride in his work, in keeping things safe, in keeping them sanitary. Oh, he had definitely pushed the boundaries of women, he was not necessarily a man who subscribed to all those contractual obligations and safe words. He knew the difference between a no said in lust and a no said in earnest, he had no need for such things. Yet he would not endanger anyone, not in a way that they would regret, and so he cared for his equipment like they were trophies. Like they were art. For him they were. Each scream he enticed from the lips of a woman, each moan of pleasure that was ripped from her throat, and each quivering orgasm as tears flowed down their faces. It was pure art, pure beauty, and this room was kept in a manner more akin to a priest and the vestments of his religion. An altar to the flesh of a woman. Now the one woman he had never expected to find that room, the one woman he had kept from his perversions, had found it and he was about to have to reconcile that very fact as he came down the stairs to find her within that closet. He could see the shadow of her moving around, curious, looking at whatever might have caught her attention. Whatever she might be thinking about had prevented her from hearing him. It was more than likely the shock, the shock of what had been found within. He was not sure if he was angry or pleased to finally be known by his daughter. That final secret revealed. His large frame moved and he placed the blankets onto the couch, passing by the dog without a word to touch the door and he pushed it open fully. There was no doubt he was there not, no doubt that he was gazing on her. His eyes were like a predator, fixated on the prey he had captured in the act, watching her with the hint of something deep within. His lips pressed together with disapproval. Even if he might have been pleased at her understanding him further, he was most definitely displeased at her disobedience. He merely kept his gaze steady before stepping into the room, his large frame seeming more menacing as he passed by her and stepped up to the center piece. His preferred piece of bondage equipment, his hand coming to rest on the wood of the stocks as he traced his fingers almost lovingly on it. He only said one thing, the only thing really that mattered. You were not supposed to come in here, were you?
Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

Yes, you should have. The words held there in the silence of the room, the darkness seeming to provide a weight to them. His features were still obscured, his demeanor still seeming a bit enigmatic. It was the way he stood there next to those stocks that truly expressed who her Father might truly be. The slightly shoulder width stance, the way he was braced and held, his hand resting upon the wood as if it were a familiar old friend. His head seemed tilted somehow as if he were looking down on a woman who might be kneeling there. How many young ladies had seen her Father in that very position, standing there and demanding that they strip for his view? How many women had seen him so lovingly caress his toys before treating them with the same affection? It might very well be countless. His voice however grew a bit more resigned, and for the first time she could hear that he might have regretted her finding it as he spoke. However, I should never have left the door unlocked. It was an oversight. So, we will forget this has happened for now. He had said for now and that might be a clue that her Father would willingly discuss it at a later date...whenever that might be. He moved away from it, stepping into the light to look down at her, the eyes on his face seeming soft even through the rigid expression. Perhaps he felt that she might not quite appreciate who and what she had found within this realm. It did not matter as he reached out and touched her arm, guiding her out of there. There would be no punishment it seemed. Instead he physically moved her from the room, his fingers hard on her arm though not overly cruel. He moved her back, placing her into the basement, and turning around he reached both hands out to grip the sliding doors and slid them together with a resounding clang. His hands moved to touch the lock, placing it back and ensuring it snapped down. This was no key, this was combination, and only her Father would happen to know it. Unless his young girl decided to break that lock in some fashion, then she would forever be barred from it. His voice was soft, quiet as he looked back at her and spoke. Make the bed for us, Sarah.
Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

Her Father had not remained idle as she began making the bed, instead he had moved to adjust some of the furniture and to organize the food and water that they had access to. As she was making the bed in silence, he was busy keeping mental track of what they would need to survive a few days if the power did not come back on. There were always stories, always fears of such things. Yet that often was the worry of someone older, of the elderly who could not take care of themselves. It was not as if he could not make it to a neighbors house if necessary, but it would be a hard go of it without a vehicle. If he lived closer to the city, if he had not demanded a bit of space from the world, then maybe his daughter would not be in danger at the moment. Though the real danger might be in the room he had just locked. As she spoke her words he himself did not answer her, but she was answered by the sound of music that began filtering into the air. 80's rock, some classic station her father loved listening to, and with it came a bit of relief as it became evident what his final task had been in this moment. He had been setting up a small AMFM radio that worked on batteries. Where he'd had it stashed in that downstairs room was anyone's guess, but there it was...providing a bit of solace from the sound of wind howling outside. He turned towards her as he took in her question, surprised that she'd even had the audacity to ask him something of the sort. His voice was musing as he spoke. Why do you care so much? He said with one raised eyebrow, literally the sound of his voice seeming to hold a measure of relentlessness. He did not expect to be questioned, in anything he did, least of all by her. His large frame moved away from the work bench where he had sat up the radio, looking down at the fold out bed with it's covers upon it and he took his shoes off, leaving his socks on as he raised one cover to lay back against the large couch cushions. He sat there, letting her stew before finally giving her an answer. Yes I do. Yes they like it. Yes they often come back for more. Is that what you want to hear, Sarah?