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Thread: a pierce in the the veil  .//. sixlikesgore & dragonfoot

Although he'd been sweet talking her orgasm, when her body had finally succumb to his words, Cullen's own body reacted with shock. He gasped as soon as he felt her walls tighten around his length, his eyelids forcing open from the sudden difference. Sucking in a deep breath, he groaned from the sensation, thrusting against her tightness to ride out her orgasm. It wasn't the easiest to keep his control, however, the more he thrust against her warmth, the harder it became for him to keep his cool. His arms had wrapped around her, face nuzzling over her shoulder as he took her smell in, right hand laced within her hair to support the back of her neck. Sweet Maker.. he breathed under his breath as her waves of pleasure started to ebb away, but his own began to build. The hand bracing around her neck tightened slightly as his hips quivered for a moment, his breathing ceasing for a moment as his climax reached its head. As soon as his seed started to flow, his hips picked back up once more, and the groan that he let out captured around her name was more than likely loud enough for Varric to have heard, even with it being muffled into her hair and neck. The hard, fast paced rhythm his hips had been locked into slowly started to decrease in pace, but not in strength, as his orgasm began to settle, leaving his breathing in rasps. Pulling from the crook of her neck, the hand that was wrapped around her waist lifted to tilt her chin, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss, uncaring for the fact that his lungs literally ached from their lack of preferred oxygen. When he had to break it in order to breathe, his forehead pressed against her own, his eyes settling to gaze into her own. I love you, Lady Lavellan.
Thread: Seeking the sweetest Siren (Camp & Nerdfuck)

The work on the freighter had gone south fast. Mike had nothing in common with the hard-drinking roughnecks aboard. He'd signed on the ship out of a youthful romanticism of the sea and wanting to see exotic sights. Instead, he'd spend almost all his time below decks, cleaning and carrying. Hard but honest work...though his shipmates were brainless. But his hard work above and below had left his 5'9 frame tightly muscled and deeply sun-bronzed. He'd carried a box of maps up to the for-castle, and was walking down to the main deck when he saw it. An absolutely massive wave. He looked around desperately and grabbed a life ring, then took a big breath as the goliath wave swept over him. He was washed from the deck, which was just as well as the hundreds foot tall swell flipped and crushed the boat like an eggshell, driving it deep under. Mike flew through air and water and came up spluttering. All night he held to the ring and by morning he heard breakers in the water. LAND! But there had been no discovered island close on the charts. The rising sun revealed broken coral islands with a mountain rising from the lagoon. He saw shark fins occasionally, but none seemed to approach. He pulled himself carefully over the breakers onto a sand covered small coral island, seeing a chain of them curving away in each direction. Many of the isles sported coconut palms, which was a great relief. That spelled a chance for him. After resting for an hour, he pulled a knife from his pocket and drilled holes in the top of a coconut to get the milk. There was a lot of sealife around, but he needed water. So he swam into the lagoon, and made it up to a sandy beach. It was about 80 feet deep by 100 yards wide. Bordered on each side by protective high cliffs. He crawled up it and climbed a ledge to a cave. Inside it was cool and he slept. Waking he was in the dark and heard an echo...of water. Surging forward he found a pool of fresh water and he drank, then returned to the beach. His deep blue eyes began the search for food and he tied his long brown hair back with a bit of frond strand. Oddly, a large tuna was caught in a tidepool and he blessed his luck as he killed it, then feasted on its raw meat. Alone...how would he make it this way? He was only 19. He tried to be brave, but wondered if he would spend his days all alone going mad or just dying by accident.
Thread: Seeking the sweetest Siren (Camp & Nerdfuck)

It was perhaps his lucky day... or rather, his lucky night. For on this night, there were landwalkers afoot. One such land walker sat not too far from him as he ate the stranded tuna. Her light blue eyes watched him, her long wet black hair curled all the way past her round ass and rested on the rock she sat on. Her large chest was nude and bare for all to see, her sunkissed skin beckoning to be touched, craving it even. Her legs sat crossed, hiding the pussy between them but still taunting. It was not often that men came to visit them. She was the first, the bravest, to make contact, or at least she had plans to be. Lorelei was not like the others. Lorelei was different, better.. Land man... She cooed softly, one hand lifting to brush back her hair daintily. You seem lonely... come visit with me... She cooed in his direction, but he would hear it only as the wind, he would only feel the calming effects. For the night, she flirted with him softly, quietly, cooing to him. Once, there was even a wind that resembled a touch, but the whole time the woman did not move from her distant rock. She only watched him, aware of what swam under the waves off the coast, aware of what plans she had for him...
Thread: Seeking the sweetest Siren (Camp & Nerdfuck)

Unaware that he was observed, Mike's stomach was loudly speaking to him. He ate at least a pound of the tuna, then paused, not wishing to be sick. It almost seemed as though he'd heard a voice from behind himself, but it must have only been the wind that whistled in from the loud waves that pounded the outer coral in a constant muted din. He looked around and saw only his own footprints on the beach...though it looked like something heavy had dragged over the sand in places. Perhaps a turtle coming to lay eggs? Well, that could be another form of nutrition, but he'd rather not. They were oddly beautiful. Mike stripped completely down, revealing the lean muscled body of a sailor, and his generous endowment. He plunged into the cooling waters of the lagoon, and scrubbed himself and his clothes with sand, not wanting to get stinky, then swam a little more in the refreshing water, unaware that other eyes might be watching and appreciating him. It was hard to judge the depth of the lagoon. While the water was clear, much of the bottom was black basalt that ran in ridges from collapsed lava tubes that made wonderful caves for sealife. He noticed the tubes sloped upward toward the mountain and idly wondered if any terminated within his cave home. As he swam he spotted something else. True gold! A mariner's seachest had somehow gotten past the reef without damage. He quickly dragged the heavy chest up to the shallows and then onto the sandy beach. Though it was locked he didn't worry, tilting it back and using his only tool, a pocketknife, to loosen a screw on a small plate on the bottom. Sure enough, out tumbled a key and with some wiggling, the chromed lock opened. Inside was a hammock, sailcloth, worn blanket, clothes, aluminum messkit and pots, tools and rope. There was also a self-powering flashlight, a first aid kit, a large container of vitamins, a plastic bottle of olive oil, and a box with hundreds of eight inch nails. There was even a firestriker. Delighted at his incredible find, He carefully moved the items up the steep cliff to his cave. Although the shoes were much too large for him, he was able to cut them and make open toed sandals. This would protect him from walking on oysters and mussels. Soon he had a fire going and was smoking the rest of the tuna. As he returned to the water, he found a floating crate. Now that had NOT been there a bit ago. Inside were bottles of wine and sealed spice packets, flour, powdered eggs and sugar. He was stunned. It was like all the world was aligning to take care of him. That day, he rigged a hammock in the cave, set up a canopy for shade between the palm trees on the beach. Found some stumps for chairs, and even found a floating door for a tabletop. It was like he was set up to have meals with three others. But who would be his guests? Maybe someone else had survived the wave? In his heart, he knew that that couldn't be true. So he made a little flatbread and filled it with cooked mussels in coconut sauce, took a vitamin and went to bed nude. Erotic dreams of beautiful island girls came to him and he smiled happily as he slept.
Thread: Seeking the sweetest Siren (Camp & Nerdfuck)

Lorelei watched him as he went about his funny, curious actions. What was he doing? Putting the fish in a fire? Putting wood on rocks, stumps? Curious human he was, she found it to be delectably curious. Even as the man curled up in his makeshift bed she still did not disturb him. Lorelei watched him from afar for hours to come. She sat beneath the stars, played with her hair, even stroked herself a time or two, they were a mysterious race for sure. But finally, after he had been asleep for a few hours, Lorelei's sensual body lifted off of the rock and her bare feet began to tenderly glide across the beach. Closer and closer to him she grew, until finally she stood over him in his cave. She smiled to herself, careful not to speak, and reached out to carefully stroke her small fingers down his face. Handsome man... She cooed to him gently, a voice that at first only wavered but finally became stronger. Handsome man.. I'm so lonely... Lorelei carefully set a knee on the hammock before hoisting her whole body up next to him. She rested beside him, naked, and carefully took his hand in hers. Please come spend some time with me... She lifted his hand carefully to her mouth to bestow upon it a soft kiss.
Thread: Seeking the sweetest Siren (Camp & Nerdfuck)

Mike was having the most pleasant dream. He was in his new hammock, but a beautiful woman had climbed into it with him. When she kissed his hand, he sighed and murmured. How can I resist such a sweet proposal. His hands lifted and ran up her arm and over her shoulders. Her skin was so smooth and soft to the touch. We wanted to touch more, but didn't want to frighten her off. He was slightly sad, because he could tell that it was a dream and when he awoke, he'd be alone. Finally, he daringly pulled her down atop him and kissed her lips deeply. She felt so enticing to him that he continued to kiss her for minute after minute, only stopping when he was out of breath and had to gasp for more. My name is Michael, you can call me Mike. Please don't leave. I'm so worried to be alone. Being alone isn't living, it's just surviving. All through his dreams she kept him warm and well cuddled. when he finally awakened, he was alone, but the worst of the night's cold was past. His fire was embers and he got it going again, then he noticed a partial footprint from the ash on the floor. He put his own foot near it. It seemed a little smaller...but... Looking out the opening of his cave, he could see the entirety of the beach below. No one was there and he could see the lines of his own footprints. Well, it WAS a wonderful dream. Mike rigged up a hook and line from the sea chest. A bit of the guts from the tuna made his fishing gear complete, but the dried guts were pretty poor bait and the hook not the best. But he cast his line anyway. It was there less than five seconds when he felt a tug and pulled in a goodsized seabass. Wow! What luck! But he noticed the hook went throught the bottom jaw and into the top. How did it ever do that? Not one to argue with luck, he gutted this fish and tossed the hook out. Again, he quickly caught another fine fish. Curious, he tossed just the hook and line with no bait out there, and landed a flounder. OK...he was bespelled. So what. He worked on a small raft to gather food from the reef. As he worked on it, some heavy fishing line washed up, perfect to bind it together. He was starting to get a little freaked.
Thread: Rape of a Nation ( nerdfuck &&& Hikari-Koroki))

The fae nation had an extensive history, that's to be said that they ruled over these lands for hundreds of years without incident. Their people relied on the strength of others to survived, and as such they had become a melting pot of races and the face of peace. They were a trade nation, rich with goods and fortified by reliability. There had been wars, of course, but none so vicious as the one they had just endured. None so vicious as the war they had forcefully gathered here to discuss the terms and conditions of their surrender. Outside, the toll of death was too high. Docked ships burned, bodies of creatures from werewolves to dwarves lay scattered. So many men had died protecting the land they had come to call home. So many guards, so many farmers with their pitchforks. Fires recently put out still smoked and kindled. That smell of smoke, she would never forget for it even penetrated the walls of her castle, a saddened reminder of what was to come. The room was quiet considering there were so many people in it. On one side, the victorious amazonians with their hard stares and battle-hardened bodies. On one, the rules of the land, the faes. Faes were an interesting breed. Man or woman, they were all very delicate and 'pretty'. The women bared wings, like life-size faries. The men had no wings and as such, came to resemble elves who were in all actuality their closest cousin. The queen sat at the end of the table. Her blonde hair was long, her body beautiful and robust like any fae woman. Her folded wings were a color closest to purple, accentuating the beautiful blue dress she wore with a flaring skirt and a traditional open back. The fae, being as vulnerable as they were, had few defense mechanisms. One of them was their beauty, of course, the other was the quality of their eyes. When they wished, their eyes became vacant and pupil-less. It made it impossible to tell where the fae were looking and more than likely completely weirded other people out. Most, if not all of the fae nobles held that vacant, pupiless stare. They were no doubt watching the amazons closely, however. The fae queen kept her seat, their fate was in the hands of their captors now. The proud woman allowed her pupils to come into view for only a moment as she looked at the leader of the amazons but it quickly slid away again as she pushed her long hair behind her, her wings settling. May we get these negotiations started? She voiced finally, clearly annoyed. Her nobles flustered like bugs as she spoke, adjusting, wings fluffing and rattling. Like the amazons, faes were a matriarchal society and none had more guts than the fae queen herself. Surely you want something. What would it be? Goods? Weapons? We can arrange that if you merely speak your thoughts.
Thread: Rape of a Nation ( nerdfuck &&& Hikari-Koroki))

Skaoi sat at the end of the table, her royal guards having taken seats opposing the Fae council there they sat each warrior woman a picture of a conquering nation. The battles had been long and hard but they had finally pushed into the Fae nations capital and captured their goal, now they merely needed to discuss the terms of the Fae's surrender. The amazons merely sat as the Fae council nervously looked to each other unsure who would make the first move to start the discussion, much to Skaois delight the Fae Queen was the first to speak showing the guts that she had become quite notable for. Shifting and raising in to her feet, The Amazons Queen was draped in a robe her figure at least 2 feet shorter than any of her warriors sitting across from the council, her physical stature was also more sleek and less muscular than her guard. However compared to the Fae that sat across from her she was still a towering muscular goddess. Skaoi's voice was soft and sweet unexpected of a tribe of warrior woman, she spoke far more elegantly than the savage image her nation had Our Nation is growing rapidly hence our attacks, we require more land and a tribute to be paid by you until our new lands are settled and we can grow our own food you will supply us with both land and food. As for weapons She smiled beneath her hooded robe Why would we take weapons from a nation weaker than our own? she openly insulted the Fae as her guard chuckled to each other Skaoi turned her back to the council, walking around behind her chair before she turned back to face the Queen. She raised her hands to the hooded robe pulling it back to reveal a tanned face, Sapphire blue eyes and a shortly cut set of rough raven black hair. Skaoi's face was marked with a single scar across the bridge of her nose but other than that her face was surprisingly feminine and flawless. Oh and we require one more thing. Your Queen will be taken to our capital to show those who oppose us what their fate is. The Amazons eyes seemed to flare up as she stared unwavering into the pupiless vacant stare of the Fae Queen, waiting to see a reaction. The Amazons moved their hands to the weapon by their hip ready just in case any of the Fae council acted poorly towards Skaoi's announcement of their Queen becoming their captive.
Thread: Rape of a Nation ( nerdfuck &&& Hikari-Koroki))

The Fae queen, Aris, watched the warrior ruler as she walked around and finally began to speak. They had ideas for their terms, of course, and so far it was as reasonable as a warrior woman could get. Land, food, the strife of a less civilized nation. The fae queen's delicate wings fluttered in dismay. Though the fae could not fly, they did have the unique ability to flutter just a few inches above the ground. It was relatively safer, and also tended to give them a mystical gliding nature to their gait. Surely such terms could have been discussed without the tools of war. Aris reasoned calmly, her eyes still quite pupiless. We are a rich nation, open to all races, she reasoned calmly, sliding a hand down her waist as her pupils finally slid into view, watching Skaoi. Now I'm afraid our relationship is damaged beyond repair... She faded off as her pupils again grew transparent and Aris fluttered gently to the side with contemplation, her back to the warrior women. Her wings faltered with their flutter when Skaoi announced that she would be taken to their capital. Her feet touched solid ground fully again, and she found herself tucking her wings defensively against her body. Excuse me? She argued darkly. That is simply unacceptable and I won't see of it. Surely in this day and age we are above the concept of spoils of war. Let our valor, be our pride! The fae's wings broke out in flutter yet again and she drifted to the side. No. I refuse... I will not. and that was her final answer.
Thread: Rape of a Nation ( nerdfuck &&& Hikari-Koroki))

Skaoi turned back slowly, with a wave of her hand her guard rose up, stepping onto the table and drawing theirs spears. Aimed squarely at the throats of the Queens council she stared her sapphire blue eyes piercing into the pupil-less ones across from her Your Pride demands you stand a firm ground, even after being defeated. Pride. She repeated Is for those who can stand strong for themselves, not a race that barters with others to protect them. We would have been more open to trades if your nation was not one that demanded a bent knee in exchange for supplies, No we are too strong to protect something so frail so instead we take The Amazon nodded to two of her guard, who quickly moved to either side of Aris, They grabbed onto the Fae's arms with enough strength to snap her arms like twigs even their gentlest touch bruised the Queens fragile skin. The Amazons either side of Aris grinned down to her before looking to Skaoi for orders, their ruler simply strode up to the Fae. Face to face with Skaoi one would notice her more dominant feminine features and how much leaner and shorter compared to the guard she had brought along, in a nation ruled by strength one might question how this woman had risen to rule them. That was until you looked her directly in the eyes, cunning radiated from her like a natural predator Pride is something you can no longer afford.... her eyes trailed down the Fae Queens dress as she rose her hand to it's collar Much like these fine clothes with that she ripped it clean off Aris leaving her standing trapped, naked before everyone in the room. Skaoi turned her back to Aris It was not a question, you are coming with us. she discarded the tatters of cloth as the two Amazon holding Aris lifted her up carrying her like she were a child, which to them she was practically. They are too weak to fight against us Skaoi gave an almost tired sigh as she walked by the council table Make sure your supplies are delivered and the lands shown if they are not. We will be back for your heads with that said the guard followed after Skaoi, and the Captured Aris as they headed towards their horses. Bind her arms. She rides with me. We will make for our forward camp then return home. Skaois voice rang with authority and the Amazons followed without hesitation. Aris was quickly bound and taken to a large black war horse Where do we put her, she might fall off? One of the guards ask Skaoi, this only brought a sadistic grin to her face On the horn of course she laughed, the curved horn of her saddle being the intended place to mount Aris.
Thread: Rape of a Nation ( nerdfuck &&& Hikari-Koroki))

Aris' expression became more stern as the amazon queen seemed unbothered by her display of pride. Her wings gave a vacant flutter of distress, but otherwise the fae did not move as she waited for the woman's next move. Her next move in fact appeared to be relatively effective. Her warriors were soon walking across the table, preparing to force their will upon them. Aris stared at Skaoi without fear as the woman approached her, insulting her people as well as her pride. The amazon's eyes trailed down her dress, but still Aris did not falter. She stared the amazon down, even as her expensive dress was literally ripped from her body. Her wings fluttered painfully at the action, but her pupiless eyes remained so. Our pride may be misplaced, she started calmly, but at least our honor is not. Blow for blow, Aris insulted the woman right back. Even as she stood nude before her, her heavy bosom proving her breaths to be calm. The queen's body, other than her blonde head and eyebrows, was completely hairless. As she was gripped by Skaoi's guards Aris' wings fluttered in a panic but her face appeared relatively calm. Her court was clearly uncomfortable with the situation, but their weak bodies kept them from speaking as their queen was carried out and brought to a horse to be carried away. I will surely die in your company. She warned the amazons as they began to hoist her up onto the horn of the saddle. I am far too vulnerable. You may as well kill me now... no! The wings of the queen fluttered in a panic and she winced as they mounted her on the horn of Skaoi's saddle. She slumped over the horse slightly and shut her eyes as she adjusted to her new prisoner status. She was careful not to move or else feel discomfort.
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