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Thread: Late night calls and romance novels (me and Notte)

Her annoyance level only grew at his appearance. On foot. Don't you own a car?! Who in the hell would walk out in this ran instead of just driving. You are even more crazy then I am. And really, it isn't like you can be completely pissed off at me, my boss was the one who sent me here when I was supposed to be living it up at La Petite Mort. She slammed her lips closed in a very tight line, she had not meant to let the last part slip out. She cocked her eyebrow and stared after him as if he were stupid, did he not notice the fact that she wasn't wearing anything remotely hiking material? All of her hiking equipment was back at home and for pleasure, this trip was meant for business, so she had dressed that way. Honestly, she felt and looked like a drown cat, her clothes were sticking to her frame, showing off her breasts and her curves, and even worse, the material was made see through because of the ran. Great, this is just fucking great, I'm stuck alone on a mountain with no one else around with a man that dresses like some want to be Dracula. I swear, he better not try to make any moves on me. I'd hate to have to explain to the boss why I maimed one of our best selling authors. Unwilling to be left behind, she stopped for a moment and quickly took off her shoes, she wasn't getting a very good grip on the ground and she was starting to slip backwards. She would just have to grin and walk barefoot. She really hoped he wasn't bothered by a little mud and water, because she had nothing else to wear.
Thread: Late night calls and romance novels (me and Notte)

He stopped, almost in a fake freeze as she sent her taunts at him. Why in the nether hells would I bring a car down here to bring you to my estate? To have you drench the whole of the backseat with the rainwater, mud, and whatever gets you wet? His worlds were meant to be sharp, because she was testing his patience. With a quick motion, he nearly ripped off his cloak, tossing at her. He didn't need the distraction of her body in nearly see-through material. He had enough... urges that he held back. He heard the sounds of the wolf pack howling again, a little closer. Maybe I should leave you here to keep the wolves company? I'm sure they like a talkative one such as yourself. He was sure that would make her shut the hell up and follow him, and he started off again, up what seemed to the feet be gentle slopes up the side of the mountain, where to his eyes was the Marble and stone estate of his. He tilted his head to the side slightly, seeing from the thick drop of water how it would be hard to see it... from a few hundred meters distance, at most. The trek was slow, because he had to deal with whining and the sound of wolves for entertainment. The natural music of the wind howling and the splattering of rain was just enough for him to tap his foot and snap his finger to, but he refrained from it, figuring that it would be too much amusement for his 'guest.' By the time they did reach the estate proper, and he was opening the door, his shirt was drenched, and because it was white, it hugged his body, showing off the toned muscles, particularly his chest and abs. His pants were dark, but he figured she didn't need another reason to get wetter. Better hurry before the wolves come for you.
Thread: Late night calls and romance novels (me and Notte)

She rolled her eyes at his pun and barely glanced at his well toned chest. When they got into the doorway, she took off his cloak and handed it back to him, with a curt Thank you. After the cloak was out of her hands, she started to unbutton and remove her light business jacket. Her silk undershirt was completely ruined, soaked through and perfectly see through, her lacy white bra didn't even appear under her shirt, leaving the dark hard peeks of her nipples visible. However, she barely noticed or paid attention as she tilted her head to look out the door towards the howls. You know, if it wasn't raining, I probably wouldn't mind. Nor would I mind if I were the one who fed the wolves - they do need to live on too. Why not die to give another person or creature life? She paused and her eyes looked sad, not as if I have much to live for anyways. Her voice had become low, a whisper, a thought spoken aloud. She set her shoes on the ground and turned back towards him with fire in her eyes and her lips set. A determined streak to her jaw, but that is besides the point. I came here because I have a job to do Mr. De'Vaux and at the current moment in time, my job is you. To see to your needs and your comfort's so that you can get this manuscript finished. As she spoke in that stubborn voice, a shiver of cold went up her spine and she wrapped her arms beneath her breasts, unknowingly raising them up in invitation. However, the manuscript shall just have to wait for tomorrow. If you can please show me to a room and even more so to the shower room so that I may get out of these wet clothes and heat my body. As a matter of fact, you should do the same also. I do not need you to catch a cold. That one glance at his body was all she gave in indication to a mild interest, but the interest was not even a sexual one, just an observant one of his wet clothing.
Thread: Late night calls and romance novels (me and Notte)

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, I did not mean that they sell me out sexually. I'm usually just there to cook and clean and do the shopping, basically to take care of their worthless asses while they try to come up with their next novel, even if they are stuck in a writers block. I help them to brainstorm and give them new idea's and material. She shook her head in exasperation. Do you really think that Versarious Luthern came up with his best selling top novel all buy himself? Hell no, I practically wrote that damn book out for him. Her eyes didn't even widen in shock when the wolves came running, she just stared at them long and hard, before she flicked her eyes back to his. They are beautiful. She sighed and followed after him as he just rather left her standing there. She paid little attention to him disrobing, but scowled darkly when he just threw his shirt onto the black wolf. She hated when people treated animals as if they were slaves. She looked around the room after he left her, then padded into the bathroom. She didn't bother to shut the door, figuring that he would be gone for the rest of the night. She disrobed slowly, peeling away the wet clothing from her body. She was cold to the bone and needed to get into the shower quickly. After she stepped out of her panties, she walked into the shower and turned the water on full blast. A deep moan of pleasure passed from her lips as the hot water cascaded over her.
Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

It had been some time since Micah's wife had passed away. His step-daughter was almost too young to remember her at all. He had raised her almost all on his own, as a single step-father. Of course, there was the occasional girlfriend here and there, but nothing ever seemed to last very long. Over the years, watching his young daughter grow up, Micah became more and more attached, more and more attracted to her... and after she hit puberty, sitting by as her body started to develop at a quick pace, it was difficult for him not to crave her more and more by the day. She was now 17, well into her journey into High School, and very attractive. At the beach, or by the pool, Mcah always tried to catch a peek, doing his best not to get caught starring at his own step daughter. But, as each and every day past, his want, his building lust for her only grew. Finally, he had reached his breaking point. He would take her, he would have her, all for his very own. Micah had wanted her, needed her for so many years now, he could no longer hold back the urges that had been building and bubbling up, deep withing his body. They lived in a large mansion, out on the west coast of California, in a rather isolated area. No other houses were around for miles, and her step-father owned most of the surrounding land, keeping it pristine. Micah had been one of the lucky ones when the tech bubble burst nearly a decade ago. The software company he was an upper level manager at developed high end software for professionals. Even when the bottom fell out of the market, the company quickly swallowed up the dying competition, absorbing the smaller, failing companies, adding their technology and software to their own extensive library. Ever since then, the company had out performed stock holders expectations every single quarter, with record profits piling up. Micah's step daughter was enrolled in a private school, designed especially for the wealthy. To put extra strain on his already out of control want for her, she looked ever so sexy in the schools mandatory uniform. One hot Friday afternoon in early autumn, several weeks into the school year, Micah was lounged out behind the house, next to the pool. His dark sunglasses were on, along with an almost tight black tank top, that easily showed off his tonned and tanned skin. It wasn't too late in the year yet, or cold to stop working on a tan. A blood red pair of swim trunks covered his upper thighs, down to the knees. Short black hair fluttered in the light afternoon wind just a little. He reclined back in one of the chairs, listening to the water lap at the edges of the pool. The days newspaper was placed on a low table to his side, along with a fresh glass of iced tea. Micah waited for his daughter to come home, and to let him know she was there, as she always did, every afternoon. But today would be different. Today, the fun would begin.
Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

Desiree turned her head over her shoulder when her father walked in, offering him a smile. Im not completely sure, she started with a chuckle, pulling out one of the plates and setting the other into the microwave. But its rice, chicken and some kind of stir fried vegetables and some sauce or something, she stated, never completely sure what Annie, the cook, put in the food. Quickly pulling out a bowl of Caesar salad, she followed her stepfather to the dining room to leave it there before turning back to the kitchen, quickly taking the utensils. Suddenly, her dad walked in, startling her this time. She turned around and leaned back against the counter, the bright emerald gaze trailing over him while her face turned into a pout. Dad, youre honestly offensive today, she stated playfully, shaking her head. She was about to tell him that he was mean but decided not to push it, she wasnt about to do anything that could compromise her stay at the party tomorrow. Im never late, you know that, she murmured, walking up to him. Her hands rested on his sides as she looked up at her father with the same innocent look she always bore. And besides, you know Im responsible, she added with a slight smile before standing onto her tiptoes once again, kissing his cheek for yet another time. She liked being physically close to him. She loved his smell, his impressive in comparison to her height, his beautifully chiseled face and the strong frame. She generally didnt think of much when she was close to him, assuming that it was a natural way for a girl to feel about her father, especially since she didnt have a mother. He was the only person she could give her affection to around the house, and the girl had a lot of it bottled up. Dont worry, she murmured and slid her hand along his abs as she walked off to the dining room. She didnt eat much, but god she was hungry. Taking a seat, she waited for him to do so as well before starting her meal. She ate with grace, almost as though they were at a formal supper with the governors family. So Dad, what are you doing tonight? She wondered, studying him with a curious expression. The house is so empty, she shook her head, still not quite sure why. Although the domestics werent generally noticeable, at least they were there. Now the house felt a little too big for just the two of them. Nonetheless, she intended on making the best of the night. She didnt have any homework since school only began a couple of weeks earlier and everything that she did have been done in advance. The girl was pretty much an exemplary daughter, had it not been for her occasionally flirty attitude with her father. Of course there were also things he didnt know, such as her tattoos and her occasional pot smoking habits. It was recreational though, and as long as it wasnt a problemwell, it wasnt a problem. Despite her grace, she ate quickly, stealing a glance at Micah every once in a while. Can we watch TV or something? We havent done anything together in a while, she smiled, looking like a tamed kitten.
Thread: This may sound stupid...

Well, I have a small question. I am extremely intimidated of posting something in the RP sections, because I am slightly confused on where to post what. Same goes with the Stories section. So I have a few questions 1. Do you HAVE to be that detailed in RP posts? I have watched a few RP threads, and the posts there are like... MASSIVE. Do I have to make so long posts? 2. Where do I post Furry RP things, and how do I explain that it's Furry? 3. Is it ok to post anything in the Stories section, or is there a certain restriction when it comes to AnimeVideo Game stuff? Many thanks to the ones who answers these questions.
Thread: This may sound stupid...

Hey, there AkuRoku, welcome to the forum. It can be a little awkward at first to navigate this forum if you're unfamiliar with the setup. 1. No. A lot of folks here are advanced lit, but not everyone is and I'm sure you'll find quite a few people who would be happy to go a bit less in length as far as posts go. It's not a contest and there are no requirements except those made by individual people and a lot of folks don't mind shorter posts. 2. Furry RPs would go in the Taboo section Taboo Original Roleplays Private roleplays entailing Incest, BDSM, Furry and the like that involve original characters and settings. But I would recommend setting up your own request thread, if you haven't already, and that can go in the Roleplay Requests By Males section. You can detail whatever kind of kinks or specifications you want to make in your very own thread, so other people looking for partners can look and see what you're interested in. The more information you give, the better idea of what you want people will have, whether it be with storylines, pairings, characters you like to play, etc. But there is something to be said for keeping it simple, if you feel like you know what you want and don't have much to say. 3. The story section is for stories you've written, or poetry or any kind of writing you'd like to share. If you are referring to fan-based writings, then yes, that would also go there. Videos from youtube or actual games or artwork goes in the Media, Music and Artwork section. Any more questions, feel free to ask. And once again, welcome!
Thread: Witchhunt

The little witch had learned years ago that there was a sharp difference between keeping your head low, and drawing suspicion through antisocial behavior. So she speak a word, but smiled at those who passed by, ducking her head to those who passed, and laughing softly when others roared with laughter. Everything to keep from attracting notice. Teyah felt nervous every time she entered a human village, images of slowly burning at the stake turned her already ivory skin paler, and left her hand trembling. This time was unusually bad, and her stomach was in knots as the tavern door swung open again, and a man walked in. Her mouth went dry when she spotted the dragonstone hanging around his neck. She openly stared for a moment before a voice broke her trance. Yer meal, miss? The server girl said quietly, setting the small plate and mug of cider before her before darting off to service the witch hunter. Teyha shook her head, and picked up her fork, fumbling with it for a second in her nervousness before she began to eat. Every now and then her eyes darted up to examine the hunter. Hanging at his hip she saw a twisted dagger and she felt a wave of nausea. The serpent dagger was notorious among witches, it slayed more of her kind than the church, even though it was only wielded by a few generations worth of mortal men. 'This is a bad stroke of luck...' She told herself, and swallowed hard. Of all the villages she could stop in, she landed in one with a famous slayer? She was so scared she didn't even notice the trail of smoke headed for her, swirling in a cloud above her head almost unnaturally.
Thread: Witchhunt

Conner sat at his table eying the woman. She seemed a little tense and nervous. He casually drank his alcohol in large gulps and quickly finished it. He watched as the smoke began to circle around her head. Witches may have had some knowledge about the things hunters used to track and identify them but they didn't know everything. Conner placed his drink back on the table and pulled out a folded piece of paper. It was a list of witches and their descriptions along with where they were last spotted. Though there was no information on this woman he had a strong feeling about her. He put out his smoke and waited for the server to bring him another drink. He studied the witch suspect carefully. He didn't know how dangerous or reckless this one was so he decided to observe for a moment. She didn't look like one to show her true self among humans and the fact that she wasn't on the list furthered his reasoning. When the server came back with his drink he thanked her and got up, drink in hand. He strolled over to her table and sat across from her. Howya, me names Conner and I'll be bettin' you gots yourself a fine secret on ya. He said as he took a drink and set it on the table. Now cuttie, why not save yerself some trouble and just be admitting it won't ya? He asked not wasting anytime. He took off his necklace and held it out to her. Right beauty aint she? How bout giving her a little feel? He ask as he stared at her with an unwavering glare. The red stone glinting in the low light of the tavern, taunting her.
Thread: Witchhunt

She ate quickly, hoping to finish and leave before the witchhunter took any more of an interest in her. He was already eyeing her from over his mug of ale, studying her every movement with trained eyes. Surely there was no way he could know what he is just yet. He'd only been there a minute! Her stomach tossed nervously, and her eyes darted to the blade hanging at his hip, causing her to pale considerably. He pulled out a piece of paper, unfolding it to read, and Teyha shifted again, forcing herself to eat slowly. She didn't taste the food though, it was as if she was chewing on ash. The man stood, and Teyha froze, the fork half raised to her mouth. Her grey-green eyes studied his every movement as he approached, and took a seat right across from her. Her eyes locked on his face, wide and fearful as he turned his full attention on her. Without hesitation, she set down her fork and lowered her eyes from his meekly. Experience taught her long ago not to aggravate witch hunters, whether you actually meant any harm by it or not. He didn't waste any time in implying what she was, and she looked up again, eyes wide. How... She whispered, mostly to herself, and watched in horror as he pulled out his necklace. She eyed the magical artifact nervously, before raising her eyes back to the man, Conner. She brushed a lock of dark hair behind her ear, as she considered her opinion. She couldn't use magic, even reaching for her source would turn the stone grey... And if she touched it, the stone would feel the magic naturally in her, and change anyway. What option did that leave her now? I don't have a secret that should interest you. She told him quietly, lowering her eyes to the table once more. She shifted in her seat for a moment, frowning to herself. I have done nothing wrong. I am obeying your laws, using your currency, and living as you do. I am not here to cause trouble for you, or your kind... So please... May I finish my meal in peace, hunter? She kept her voice low to keep from attracting any other curious ears, but her eyes never moved from his.
Thread: Witchhunt

Oh your a coy aren't ya? Conner said in mock surprise. He placed the necklace around his neck and picked up his drink. You and yer kind are always out to be fucking something up and i'm the man that be stopping all yer plans. He said bitterly as he took another drink. All his past experiences with witches had taught him that they aren't one to be trusted. He had quite a few try and play the cute an innocent type and they were often the deadliest. He was on his guard and watched the witch carefully. If she was up to something he would have to stop her. You might be mistaken lass, these 'laws' you be spittin about ain't worth a shiv to hunters. But you stay easy, i'm not gunna hurt ya. That is if you be willing to have a wee chat with me. It's a bit full in here. You finish yer meal and we both be heading outta hear to the inn. We have things to chatter about. He told her as he finished his drink and let the witch finish. He wasn't going to take no for an answer. Witches were always bad news to him but he did believe in the don't hurt them til they try and hurt you. approach. He didn't know why witches did what they did aside from them hating humans. He wanted to end this war with them once and for all and he was willing to kill every witch for it, but he wondered if there was ever a different option.
Thread: Witchhunt

The hunter only seemed to want to mock her, giving an exaggerated cry of surprise at her 'coy' behavior before settling into bitterness. He took a long drink of his ale before setting it down, his expression dark. Teyha watched in silence for a few moments before hesitantly picking up her fork again. Conner didn't seem to have any intentions of spilling her secret to the crowd, most likely because he didn't want bystanders getting injured. She could respect that decision, but that didn't change what he was most likely going to do next. I'm a white witch. She whispered, almost too low for the Irishman to hear. I can't fight, even if I wanted to. She glanced up one, pushing her food around on her plate. Please do not lie to me, Mister Conner! She cried out, only slightly louder than she intended, before sinking back into her seat again, her expression becoming pained once more. We are... We are going to move some place quiet... And you're going to kill me with that enchanted blade, are you not? She asked, setting down her fork as she pushed the plate away. She reached slowly across the table to grab her mug of cider, and brought it to her lips. The chilled drink helped sooth her nerves some, and she put it down with a sigh. The concept of a last meal does not appeal to me. You can have it... And do not be concerned, I slipped nothing in. She paused again for a moment, and leaned an arm on the desk, resting her forehead against the back of her hand. I... Had assumed from the moment I found out what I was that eventually I would be killed for it. The church has a bounty of twenty gold to light me on fire, and there are those who would like nothing more than to spill my blood for being as I am. She shrugged slightly, not looking up to meet the hunters gaze. I do not blame you for wanting to see me dead... But I am afraid... She shifted in her chair some, feeling the wave of nausea flood over her. She swallowed hard, swirling the contents of her mug absently as she tried to gather her thoughts. Perhaps we should move now. She said at last. While I am numb, I wish to get this over with while I have the strength to look death in the eyes.