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Thread: Chivalry(Ghostxtiger and Mia Tepes)

Celestia's face turned deep red as she looked into the beautiful countess' green eyes. I-I would be honored she managed to get out. Aegeus thought nothing of this since it was unheard of in that day for two women to be together. Well, I think it's time to end this and get to the...honeymoon he said with a wide grin.
Thread: Chivalry(Ghostxtiger and Mia Tepes)

Your Highness. Mia said, bowing deeply and giving the boy a full view of her cleavage. Perhaps you could grace me with slightly longer then a moment to prepare? I am soaked with wine. Allow me to change, and I will meet you at the carriage. Mia turned to her new knight. Lady Celestia, accompany me, please. Mia knew she had chambers within the Goldenbaum Summer Palace, and lead Celestia towards it. When they were secreted within, Mia stretched. Help me undress, my knight. she ordered offhandedly.
Thread: Chivalry(Ghostxtiger and Mia Tepes)

Y-Yes m-my dear Aegeus said as a small amount of blood escaped his nose. He then rush off to the carriage and waited for Mia. Celestia followed Mia in to the chambers then blushed yet again at the countess' request. Y-Yes m'lady she said as she started removing the woman's clothes.
Thread: Chivalry(Ghostxtiger and Mia Tepes)

Mia heaved an enormous sigh as Celestia undid the clasps and strings that held Mia within the wedding dress. She spilled, naked except for a lacy garter and underwear, out of her dress. The new princess stumbled across to her orgy sized bed and collapsed onto it, her mountainous breasts bouncing as she did so. Her nipples were puffy and pink, and she had no concern with allowing Celestia to see them. Aah, I need a break. Come, Lady Knight, sit by your mistress' side.
Thread: Chivalry(Ghostxtiger and Mia Tepes)

Celestia just stood there for a moment as she stared at the woman's body, her own began to feel warm as she blushed yet again. Y-Yes, mistress she said as she sat on the edge of the bed, keeping her distance.
Thread: Chivalry(Ghostxtiger and Mia Tepes)

Mia turned her head. I may be a virgin, but I'm definitely not unfamiliar with sex. she said, looking at Celestia's athletic body. And I know how to recognise when a person desires me. Take off your clothing, and come closer.
Thread: Chivalry(Ghostxtiger and Mia Tepes)

W-What!?! Celestia said as she quickly stood up. I-I can't...y-you are married to..the prince she said as she stared, wide eyes at the woman the turned away from the woman's naked body.
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

hey I love incest, are their any pairing you prefer because i like all of them.
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

alright want to start?
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

I can do one too if you still want an incest RP'er.
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

im interested pm me when you can.
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

so cerberus what kind of incest you up for
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

Niki-Gale said I am looking for a guy to do an incest rp of any kind!! let me know if your interested or not. Click to expand... i will do any pairing you want.
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

thanks dark what are you into
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

Prefer older woman, momaunt.
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

I am very interested in incest rps. I prefer daddydaughter and older brotheryounger sister but I enjoy them all.
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

i like older brotheryounger sister too
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

I might be able to satisfy your craving.
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

care to explain how you can satisfy my craving Xanatos
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

Well... I'd be more than happy to do a brothersister or a cousincousin pairing with you. I suppose that setting and genre would really depend on what you prefer.
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

well then i guess you and i could do a cousin incest rp
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

That sounds like fun to me. Any specific setting you'd prefer?
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

well i like swords so maybe a dojo that is owned by the older male cousin and maybe have her 18 and him 23 so she is barely legal age wise
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

That sounds fine with me.
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

alright well want to pm me the first post so we can rp
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

Niki-Gale said I am looking for a guy to do an incest rp of any kind!! let me know if your interested or not. Click to expand... silly niki... why didn't you tell me you needed a good incest rp... i'll gladly do anything you want anytime you need it 3
Thread: Incest rper wanted!!!!!!!!

how about a nejihinata naruto incest rp?
Thread: SM Yuri or Het X-Overs (Submissive Seeking Dominant)

Re SM or RGU Yuri Maybe Futa of Plots 1 Sexy, sexy Haruka with Usagi. 3 Seiya and Usagi. Yaten and Minako. Rei and Minako Hotaru and Chibi Usa Hotaru and Minako
Thread: SM Yuri or Het X-Overs (Submissive Seeking Dominant)

Re Sailor Moon Yuri or Futa of Plots 1 ?
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Re SM YuriFuta or Het X-Overs Updated0424 Want!
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Re SM Yuri or Het X-Overs Updated 0424 Sub Seeking Dom ?
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Re SM Yuri or Het X-Overs Updated 0424 Sub Seeking Dom Nudges thread up and sighs.
Thread: Something of an odd request

It's nigh impossible to judge what's going on in his head without talking to him, and I wouldn't make any sort of judgments otherwise.
Thread: Something of an odd request

From my perspective, empathizing with and making excuses for the stranger who caused my friend pain and heartbreak would rather diminish my ability to react as a friend to my friend. Plus, just the behaviors I specifically singled out for comment, those are on my do not do list. Interesting that you hear about a guy's behavior fourth-hand and yet still specifically reserve your rights to take the guy's side, though. Whether or not the guy's behaviors were justified in his own perspective is not my concern in this situation it's about assessing my friend's reaction to the experience and judging whether my advice to her is fitting for HER perspective. It doesn't have to be about Truth, it really only has to be about what's right for her. With that clarification under our belts, anything useful to contribute?
Thread: Something of an odd request

From her perspective, pull it in, cope. Move on. And next time, even if you feel strongly for someone, don't throw yourself at them unless you're willing to be used for what you give and dumped aside. It has nothing to do with looks, personality, or much else. Because, as we all know, I'm damn well amazing and hot on top of that. And it still has happened to me from time to time. You just, laugh it off, and keep on rolling. If you sulk, they win, they've conquered you. The end.
Thread: Something of an odd request

Lieutenant Ducky said From her perspective, pull it in, cope. Move on. And next time, even if you feel strongly for someone, don't throw yourself at them unless you're willing to be used for what you give and dumped aside. It has nothing to do with looks, personality, or much else. Because, as we all know, I'm damn well amazing and hot on top of that. And it still has happened to me from time to time. You just, laugh it off, and keep on rolling. If you sulk, they win, they've conquered you. The end. Click to expand... what she said.
Thread: Something of an odd request

Honestly, well reading this, it comes to my mind the saying that ignorance is not always bliss. Yes, she may be hurting over it, but she needs to look at it in a more objectified manner. The barely new each other, were becoming friends, then jumped from that to strangers becoming lovers. He could be more pulled back and more prudish then she is or even think that she is 'fast.' So just a one night stand of momentary pleasure, because if she did that without very well knowing him, then it does seem a bit shady - even if she doesn't regret it, he could be confused by it all. Or something like that. However, kissing her after telling her this, that does confuse me. Could he possibly be unsure himself? Or is he just a coward, I don't know. I mean, honestly, if he won't even talk to her but he goes around kissing or doing whatever with her. Then in a relative standpoint, she is more than likely just a booty call to him. As one of my friends sayings go, he hit it and quit it. I would suggest to your friend to cut all contact with him. If he wakes up and grows some balls, then he will good after her. Or at the very least realize what a great thing that he has lost. Assuming that she is a good woman, that is.
Thread: Something of an odd request

I think she is. Kind of messed up occasionally, perhaps, but who isn't?
Thread: Temple of the Gods

A huge marble staircase leads up to the temple of the Blue Moon Gods and Goddesses, the sky is completely clear except for a low hanging blue moon. Two large reinforced oak doors open the way to the temple, and inside there is a statue for each one of the gods and goddesses. Here is where you will go to pray, worship, or gather for religious reasons. if you wish to pray to the gods for whatever reason, do it here. also, the gods can use their statues to talk to those praying while they continue to roleplay in another thread.
Thread: Temple of the Gods

A small figure rested quietly in front of the very statue that depicted her savior. His sorrowful and last moment that drenched mankind into the realization that what the had done, what they were still doing to this very day, was simply wrong. A sad situation and yet, a brave sacrifice for him to give his life to such ignorant creatures. These mortals. Yes, she was one of them but only half way. Angelic as well. She would solely claim her angelic side and disregard the other half as she was fully ashamed of it. Bloody mortals! Drapped around the smaller form was no other then a long and white hooded cloak. The same hue that matched her pallid tendrils, brows, and lashes as she lowered them away from the statue. Silently, she began to pray. Her devotion to the very oxy-moronic thing that banned her from Heaven was the very sense, the very grade, that held her. She was loyal to only one master and he was it. Carefully, and slowly, she lifted her stunning blue eyes upwards towards the statue as she rose from her kneeling and humble position. She was his. For the taking, for the claiming, if only he could. Those hypnotic orbs moved up more so, the kind of shade that was from her mother no doubt as only Heaven could have created such a unique shade, as she leaned forward. Slowly, dropping the lids that gave her sight as she placed her puckered lips up and upon the feet of the statue. Only one part of her ceremony was complete. Iris preferred to pray in private. Never having an audience made it easier for her to concentrate. Her faith was so very important to her and, again lowering herself to the ground below while bringing her left hand to gently rest against her bottom lip before creating the trinity cross, she was glad no one would interfere. Casually, Iris brushed back a loose pallid tendril from the front of her face, moving it gently behind her ear as she continued. Her wings, the natural and distinguishable trait of an angel, yes even a half one, or a hybrid, were safely tucked into her soft and olive flesh. They would not be brought out. No, not if someone was watching for then they would know the truth. Plus, it would ruin her beautiful clothing. Underneath the cloak was a long white skirt matched with a white corset that held light pink and golden embroidery on it. A true treasure to her besides the very cameo, given to her by her mother at birth and before their separation, managed to match with its pink background and the white silhouette. Again, she continued to pray in silence. Enjoying the peaceful moment.
Thread: Temple of the Gods

And the meek will inherit the Earth... What a loud of tripe! Vermillion couldn't stand it. It brought this furious angel to run his fingers back through his silken silver hair, brushing it away from his face which was beautiful to the point of feminine, but masculine enough to remind you that he was indeed a male. Lips curled in a cruel sneer as he looked up at the statue. The gods were so full of rubbish. All of them treasuring this ignorant race known as humanity. The Atlantaen gods had gone so far as to banish all of their other creations to a city under the sea, most of the other gods simply hid their other creations. All so man could inherit the world. How utterly annoying. Vermillion, a fallen Principality stood. His long silver hair billowing behind him as if touched by some unseen wind. He wore a long, military-style double-breasted coat that still bore his old ranks on it. It swept down to the large leather boots he wore as well. Though dressed in a way that befit an archangel Verm had not been one of those in his time. His responsibility was that of inspiring courage and determination in mortals to do great things. So it was a shock to the Host to find that he'd instead been using his powers to enslave mortals rather than inspire. So he was cast out as a Nephilim, but to his surprise he'd been allowed to keep a good share of his powers. Maybe they were hoping his views would change if he had to live among mortals. Tch, yeah. Keep dreaming. Smirking at his last though he looked over to see Iris. Cruel blue eyes narrowed as something about the woman seemed to immediately get under his skin. The way she worshiped was different from the way most had here in this strange land. Though he saw few come to this temple to begin with. There were people who regularly visited it, but few past that. Then it hit him. A half-breed!? His senses could pick up the angelic nature inside of her and it made Verm's blood boil. Some mortal had laid down with an angel?! How perverse! Verm couldn't help but express his disgust. To have allowed something such as you to exist proves that the gods themselves are blind to quite a bit. His cruel, but lilting voice would ring not too far from her as he made himself visible to her. Arms crossed behind his back, those cold blue eyes staring at her, lips curled in a frown. Though in a moment, they curled into a half-smirk as a thought crossed his mind. And yet at the same time, I cannot deny the fact that perhaps I should be thanking them for a lovely opportunity.
Thread: Temple of the Gods

He paused a moment, then his shoulders rocked slightly with something. Was that laughter barely contained by his features? Indeed it was as he tilted his head back slightly. His hand covering his face before he brought it back down to level her with those piercing cerulean eyes again. The laughter dieing out in his expression, though it was still in his eyes. How rich. You're asking me for an explanation for my actions? he slowly began to approach her. His arms folded behind his back while he gave her a good once over. Blasted robes though ruined him of much of that enjoyment. Tell me... Do you think the gods hear your calls? He seemed to avoid her inquiry with a question of his own. When and if he got close, he would look in her eyes with is own. No doubt causing a chill to work it's way down her spine with the cruelty bare in those eyes. She would feel that this man could do quite a bit of harm to her. How about we see, hmm? With that, from his back would appear a large pair of raven-feathered wings with silver tips to the feathers. They had been the other way around when he was still in the service to the Lord, but they'd changed when he was rendered fallen. He still didn't understand why he'd been allowed to keep them, but he never questioned it as it was a great tool for making mortals cow at his feet and kiss his boots when they thought their bondage was divine punishment. So sweet it was. He would look down at her, with his wings folded back behind him finally. Mortals call out to the gods to save them while they continue to sin and think that they do not hear or see their crimes. He smirked, tilting his head to the side. So what's your story? How is it one is born from mortal and angel blood? Some whore get a little more 'divine intervention' than she prayed for? What?
Thread: Temple of the Gods

Oh we will, sooner than you think. His lips would form into a cruel smirk before he placed his hands in the pockets of his millitary jacket and with a single flick of his wings was skyward towards the roof of the temple, but just before he would impact with it, he flickered out of sight. Reappearing over the roof of the temple now, he floated in the sky, watching as she flew. Hmm... This one has a little spirit to her... I like it. He thought, bringing his hand to slowly cover half of his face while he smirked maliciously at the departing hybrid. She seemed to have forgotten that he was still a full-blooded angel. Even on her best day she was not at his level. Thoiugh he remembered the glimpse he got of the lovely little body she had. Normally, such an abomination would be seen as something he wanted to destroy. It reminded him of humanity, the spoiled children given everything they wanted by the gods because of sympathy. However, this lovely little abomination stirred something darker in him. He didn't want to destroy her. Not in the physical sense. No, he wanted to use her as an example to these gods what the meek will truly inherit. Yes, this would be his perverse revenge against the ones who cast him out. Shifting in the air he flicked his wings and began to fly towards her, giving chase on those powerful raven's wings. Well, now how can I explain myself when you retreat? He added snarkily.
Thread: Temple of the Gods

Bloody fool! Iris called out behind her as her smaller frame continued to be dragged onwards by the graceful pull of her wings. The freedom of flying. It was the only thing that the mortals, those that shared only half of her genes, could not take away from her. Perhaps it was because they couldnt catch her once she made her way towards the Heavens. Of course, she was never allowed to set foot through the holy gates but flying gave her the illusion that, maybe, she was up close enough to hear her mothers torment. To feel the peace roaming through her own soul at being so close to her natural home. Yes, she sometimes imagined her mothers torment, the screams of pain from her internal punishments but they were also there to teach her a lesson. To never fall in love nor to get to close to anyone. Much like this poor sap that was still following her. Thats just it, Bellisimo. We will never converse the ends to your explanation nor the assumption that you constantly make. Were not meant to meet. She spoke out, that angelic choir of a voice flowing freely, just as free as she was at the moment, through the air before reaching his ear lobes. A smirk rendered itself along her perfect lips as she continued forward in her flight. A sudden lean to the left, at the immense speed she was traveling at, caused her form to do a twirl, a flip, in mid air before continuing on its normal path. Farther and farther away from the perusing man. She gained that safe distance. She knew, and had heard of the trackers but none that were like her. None that were beautiful and had the capability to fly. Her mind began to wonder but remained free enough to allow her to fly away from him. How was he so beautiful and swift? How did he even have wings if he was not a tracker? What else did he want? Why dont you give up and leave me alone? The long white skirt flowed freely behind her body, engulfing her important parts so they would not show when he peered upwards. The lavishing wings broke free. The welcomed air moving through each feather. Coursing over her collar bone as even her shoulders were left bate from the matching white corset. Regardless of who he was, she would not give in. She would not start running. She heard stories of trickery from other slaves. Moments of weakness. If she were to stop, ask questions, it may be the end of her freedom. Something she was not ready to give up yet. Give up you, fool! Youre wasting both our times!
Thread: Temple of the Gods

Switch hadn't been praying as adamantly as her posture and quiet composure represented. Even with her eyes closed and her head bowed in the slightest, she was paying attention to the emotional grid she could see through Jack's eyes as he stared at the pair as they darted up and away, though not far enough. Once they rose high above the ground, Switch rose to her own feet and turned, her eyes focusing on the heavens that they were headed towards. Jack leaped onto a statue to get a better view as his orange eye turned to black as he focused. He could see and read them, channeling his sight into Switch's like a radio. It was all very amusing. Smiling lightly to herself, she adjusted her hat a bit before leaving back against the blank alter. The half-breed flying high above had no idea what chased her and the Devil couldn't help but smile in morbid delight. No, the little angel was going to be caught and there was nothing the girl would be able to do about it. The black-winged creature was determined to catch her, as far as she knew and Jack could read. Reaching into one of the pockets hidden within her skirts, she removed a pack of cigarettes and put a black one to her lips, the tip igniting as soon as the end of it touched her lips. A puff of color-changing smoke escaped her lips as she exhaled, still focusing on the sky. She turned her face to look at Jack, who mewed and rolled his shoulders in a parody of a shrug. How...interesting. Taking another drag from the black cigarette, she exhaled orange and yellow smoke that changed into green before dissipating. Was a fight going to break out? Or was the Fallen one going to try and make the other angel his little fuck toy? She was quiet curious in her silence to know what the outcome would be.
Thread: Temple of the Gods

We'll see about that! Vermillion chuckled loudly from behind. His wings flapped and then opened, stopping him in flight. He plucked a glowing feather from his left wing. The nimbus around it was dark in the center while light outlined it. Holding it in his hand he brought his other hand over it, extended outward. As he slowly parted them, the handle of a whip and the smooth, black length of it began to form in front of him, ending in a wicked spiked barb. He coiled the smoothness of the length of it in his hand as he gave it a couple of test snaps to illicit a loud hissing snap. The barbed end apparently having a hole so it made quite a disturbing sound that filled the air. With renewed viciousness he began pursuit yet again. When he got a certain distance he lashed out with the whip in his right hand, the hissing snap would be the precursor to what would feel ike a sharp shear of wind that would aim straight for her wings. If it scared a hit, it would likely feel as if it'd been struck solidly. Not a crippling blow, but one that would no doubt damage her flying ability. Even a near miss would likely mess with the air around her perhaps causing her to lose a little speed. Either way, Verm was planning on catching this little hybrid, and he was as tireless as any angel in the Chorus.