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Thread: Monsters & Mayhem [P ii x ii e & Krakenator]

The Iron Drakes were known far and wide for being the crew you hired to get things done. Sieges? Broken. Bandits? Slaughtered. Monsters? Occasionally made into steak. These were warriors from all walks of life, skilled in the art of war and making a good, honest living from the points of their blades. These were hard men, warriors, men who laughed in the face of death and lived life to the fullest as coin poured in from clients all across the Twin Empires. They were also, by and large, assholes. Big burly assholes, lean sneaky snarky assholes, cocksure arrogant jerk-asses. Not the easiest bunch to get along with by any means, but to even be accepted into their ranks meant that a prospect was doing something right. Or, it might just mean that they were hoping to dump shit jobs and busy work on them. While also doling out plenty of mockery. Thus far, Elise had largely been prone to the latter, though she was persistent. Almost irritatingly so, in the eyes of some of her new comrades. The camp was one of many along the edge of the Esterwood, an ancient glade largely untouched by mortal hands save for the one narrow passage used by any folk desperate enough for a detour around the mighty forest. Foul things skulked in the wood, evil things that held little but malice in their hearts. It wasn't the first time that the Iron Drakes were making forays into the forest, and it wouldn't be the last. It might well be the first time that a new member was sent in on her own, however. Elise's mettle would soon be tested. They only snickered and scoffed at her protests, a group of four sitting around a campfire and drinking as the sun disappeared behind distant peaks. Hah! You want to head off in there, do you? As night falls? You're a brave one, teased one warrior, a big brute by the name of Valdr. The large company was divided into smaller crews and camps, and it was Valdr who was in charge of this one. A bear of a man with wild, windswept red hair and what seemed like a perpetual smirk on his stony face. Chances are that thing is in there trying to find a place to sleep. Why go stumbling around in the dark and wake it up? He drank from a pot of ale, green eyes roving over her form without a lick of shame. His three partners, Skodi, Halfdan and Ivar all hissed laughter at Valdr's complete dismissal of her concerns. Serpents, the three of them. Come, sit with me. You need a drink to loosen you up! He reached for a fresh mug, shaking it invitingly at her. Trying to coax her over, more like.
Thread: Monsters & Mayhem [P ii x ii e & Krakenator]

Elise glowered, her narrowed gaze flickering between the four. She knew that proving her worth among this particular troupe would bring her more prestige than she could hope for on her own, and so she tried to ensure she wasnt an irritation. But she needed this! Couldnt they understand? They had taken her on for a reason - was that reason simply to torment her? Huffing, she crossed her arms beneath her ample bosom, her heavy breasts resting alluring upon her arms. No, thank you . She scoffed, brushing Vladrs invitation aside. That was another thing, they always seemed to be attempting some crass method of seduction. That was far more understandable, however. They couldnt boast many women among them, and they didnt often make it into town. Even had they, the lot of them were far from suave or charming - what sensible woman would sleep with any of them? Being young, beautiful, and accessible, she was in easy reach for any of them, but thankfully, shed thus far managed to avoid their advances. Night or day, what does it matter? If it is sleeping, I can kill it easy! His logic didnt exactly appeal to her, and it wasnt as if they had been eager to give her the details of the hunt earlier in the day either. Worry less about my methods and more about telling me what I seek! Her cheeks colored with frustration, despite her best effort at keeping cool. The attempt wasnt going well - Vladrs every word, paired with the mocking laughter of Skodi, Halfdan and Ivar, grated on her nerves. Besides, will it not be more impressive if I can kill it at night? She thought so, at least. But his persistence was clear. If he was going to give her what she wanted, then she might have to play along with his wants...so long as they remained reasonable. After a moment of hesitation, she stepped closer and snatched the mug from his meaty hand. Fine. One drink, and then you tell me how to find it.
Thread: Monsters & Mayhem [P ii x ii e & Krakenator]

Valdr was far from a charmer. Handsome in a rugged way, perhaps, and certainly built like a young tavern wench's fanciful daydream, but he was as crude as the day was long. He had no patience for charm and no taste for flowery language, having lived life in a world of war and wenches. Several sets of eyes focused right on that generous chest of hers, a few lewd sneers sent her way. To be a beautiful woman in the thick of this camp of fiends was to develop a thick skin in a hurry. There were women among the Iron Drakes, of course, some of whom were even worse than the menfolk. Elise, however, was fresh as newly cut wood, and needed time to harden to this new life. I'll tell you what it matters, Valdr drawled as she neared him. She went for the drink, and quick as a snake, his heavy hand snatched her wrist. It didn't take much. With a tug, she was pulled down, sitting on his muscled leg with her back to his broad chest. Here. Drink. You'll need it. He shoved the mug into her hands, then reached down to the pack by his feet. Now what it matters - stay there, now, he growled, looping one thick arm around her waist to keep her in place. What it matters is that the beast'll hear you comin' long before you spot him. That's a fact, ain't no way 'round that. Light sleeper, he is. After at last finding what he'd been seeking in his pack, he tugged the ragged parchment up and unfurled it across her lap, smoothing it roughly over her thighs. Hears better 'n you. Sees in th' dark like it were day. Like as not can smell yer cunt a mile off. Point I'm makin' is... you won't be gettin' the drop on 'im, night or day. That's what it matters. Now. Valdr half-drowned himself in a long pull of his drink, then put his hand flat on her stomach, the heft of her breasts just beginning to cover the uppermost finger. You still want to go huntin' tonight when ya can't see the bastard? That's on you. An' I'll show ya just where to go. I'd call ya half mad... but that's on you.
Thread: Fantasy Roman Empire:  Smut, Story, & a Redheaded Woman

....Well, being the last of the good emperors of Rome, this sounds perfect for the likes of me.
Thread: Abomination [P ii x ii e & LegendIncarnate]

Ava slumped against the brick wall, exuding a heavy sigh. Bending to catch her hands on her knees, she focused on her breathing and attempted to slow the beating of her heart the faster she caught her breath, the sooner she could be on the move. For the better part of the morning, she had been on the run, frantically attempting to keep one step ahead of the abomination that stalked her. Shed caught his interest the day prior, and she hadnt seemed capable of shaking him since. What was odd about it, was that he never seemed to venture closer - each time, he remained the same distance off, just...watching. But when she moved, he moved, and no matter how she maneuvered through the city, he had the uncanny ability of knowing where she would be. Shaking the thought, she instead focused on her next move. Straightening, she turned to stare out across the lonely street, and the decrepit city surrounding. One not might have guessed it, but barely a week prior, the setting had painted a different picture - the streets packed with cars, shop fronts open, the rise of voices from passers. It had all ended so suddenly, and where once she worried over bills and studies, they now seemed so trivial. Now, she worried about making it out of the city before the monsters could get their hands on her. It wasnt death she needed to fear from the invaders, but rather capture and unseemly actions. Their attack had been sudden and swift - it took them days to slaughter many of the men, and take the women for themselves. It had been a solid day since she had even seen another living person, and she worried if perhaps she was the last standing. It would certainly explain the frequency of her encounters with the monsters, and more notably, a specific abomination. She shuddered to think on what the rest of the citys fertile women might be enduring, and this thought spurred her into action. Her legs still ached, but she pushed forward regardless, ducking around into an alleyway in hopes of a shortcut.
Thread: Abomination [P ii x ii e & LegendIncarnate]

The debris littered streets were eerily silent as Ava moved through them, a cool breeze blowing through the vacant roadway as yellowed pieces of paper were caught in the breeze. The undead were said to have originated from a lab attempting to alter cancerous cells, the result of these experiments as the contagion failed to be contained. The result was near complete extinction of the human race. Now the beasts bred women to increase their numbers, hoards of tens of thousands migrating across the country. Luckily, the last massive hoard moved out of the city a day ago. Unfortunately, their more evolved kin stayed behind. A massive beasts watches Ava from afar as she enters the alley, it's hulking form casting a shadow. It's head wasn't really a head at all, a large hole resting where it's face should be with fangs rounding inside. It's body was pure muscle, the abominations legs longer than a sedan and thicker than three grown men. It's arms were similar in size, both hanging slack at its sides as its toned, pure muscled chest heaved from breathing. It knew what awaited Ava in the alley way, and it knew she would leave changed. As Ava entered the alley a dark figure emerged from shadows on the far side, debris forming a dead end. The undead beast stood at 6'5 and was a dark shade of green. It wore black, torn trousers and had a toned upper body. It's head was a spiral of smooth tentacles and a hole leading to its throat in the center. It's right arm also consisted of red tendrils, all of them having four pedal like ends closed around the tip. It's other arm was thick and green, veins jutting out. At its crotch rested an erect, cum dripping, foot and a half long cock, the beasts lust apparent as it sought to breed Ava. The creatures tendrils suddenly stretched from its arms and burrowed deep into the pavement. All of a sudden several red tentacles burst from the ground under Ava, several wrapping around her legs and waist while others wrapped around her wrists and bound her hands. Her arms were pulled behind her head as her figure was lifted into the air, her clothes being shredded. A tentacle slowly moved towards in between her legs, it's tip flowering open to reveal a purple, throbbing, fluid drenched and dripping shaft. Other tendrils snaked up her body and wrapped around her breasts, squeezing them tightly as their tips rubbed her nipples. The tentacle hovering between her legs suddenly thrust forward, sexual fluids gushing everywhere as it burrowed it's meat deep inside of her bare sex.
Thread: Abomination [P ii x ii e & LegendIncarnate]

She realized her mistake the moment she stepped into the alley. Normally, she would not have been so careless as to venture without checking, but her mind had wandered elsewhere, hindering her caution. Her punishment met her in the form of a large, dark form, hulking and grotesque. Her eyes met where its head should have been and she gasped, instinctively stepping back. Her feet shifted to turn and run, but before she could chance another step, the ground ruptured beneath her. From the cracks, slim red tendrils emerged, reaching for her. She was allowed one shriek before they caught her, snaking to lock around her legs and waist, pulling her arms together and above her head. No! She wiggled and thrashed, attempting to break their grasp, though she knew it was pointless. She had tried so hard to avoid them! She had done so well, and had been so close! The beast wasted little time in shredding her clothing, leaving her naked and helpless in its grasp. Still, she fought, straining to break its hold before it could complete the task. She it would not kill her, but to become breeding fodder for its kind was hardly a comforting alternative. The cool air hit her as it held her loft, peaking her nipples and raising goosebumps along her flesh. She shivered, whimpering as she strained to watch its movements. She couldnt help chancing a glance at its erect cock, shuddering at its massive size. But it wasnt posing an immediate threat - rather, she should have been more concerned with the single tentacle advancing. The movement caught her eye, and she honed in on it, watching with horror as the bud flowered to reveal a long, pulsating shaft, teasing her entrance with its presence. Her fear escalated into panic, her breaths rapid and shallow. Please, no! She pleaded, though it fell on deaf ears. Why she bothered, she couldnt say, but accepting her fate felt worse than fighting. Alas, she would know no hope, as additional tentacles slithered along her breasts, rubbing and squeezing. Shed never known such a sensation, though she had always wondered. It was shocking, but electrifying, and she watched with a mixture of repulsion and intrigue. Her nipples hardened painfully, and her thighs quivered with the effort it took to try and hold them closed. But the creatures grip was stronger, and she was his for the taking. Mercilessly, the tentacle between her thighs shot forward, burrowing deep. Her back arched with a strangled scream, her head falling back to toss flaming locks of hair. Her breasts bounced with the force of her movements, slapping against the tentacles and eliciting further friction. Shed toyed with herself before, but a single finger slick against her folds was trivial compared to the eager undead. The walls of her pussy throbbed, unaccustomed to the girth of the shaft currently invading. Ava panted through the pain, ashamed of her failure.
Thread: Abomination [P ii x ii e & LegendIncarnate]

The undead beast cared not for Ava's distress and sense of failure, it only focused on one primal need. It's lust drove it and it's kin, something many women have discovered all too well. Strangely, they had an ounce of intelligence which guided them. To breed more efficiently, their victims must enjoy the process of being seeded. With this one thought, this one urge, the beast assaulted Ava with the intent to completely warp her into a cock addicted slut. A small, smooth red tentacle slowly slid down Ava's belly as the flowered, purple pulsating shaft drilled deep inside of her swollen family jewels. Sexual fluids gushed around its throbbing shaft as the budded pieces of flesh smacked wetly against her, Ava's throbbing pussy walls being lubricated with thick, infected cum. The swollen cock head of the member began kissing her cervix, warm sperm splashing inside of her fertile womb. The smaller tendril sliding down her belly arrived at her molested sex and began wrapping around her clit, it's warm, slimy form squeezing and rubbing it as her sex stretched around the thick meat ravaging her. Two additional tentacles rose from the ground, their tips half spheres and mostly clear as they suddenly moved forward and latched onto Ava's breasts. They began sucking at her hardened nipples, each at a different rythm as additional tendrils continued wrapping around her breasts and smearing their warm semen across them. Additional tendrils continued moving up and down Ava's elevated form, their slime and juices drenching her tan, smooth skin as she was being used as a breeding whore for the undead monster. Sexual juices flooded Ava's thighs as the flowered tendril picked up its pace, wet slaps echoing around the brick alleyway walls as the floor beneath her became soaked in their unholy union. The monster itself remained at a distance, it's stretched out tendril arm pulsating and altering in form while it's body remained still. It'd actual cock remained veiny and dripping with cum, it's fat, swollen tip drenched in it's fluids. The tendrils assaulting Ava's suddenly jammed it's pulsating length fully inside of her, her cervix giving way to its wet, warm shaft as it began convulsing. It then suddenly exploded with hot, sticky cum deep inside of her, load after load of its infected spunk flooding her swollen pussy
Thread: Ear worms

Ba-ba-ba-bird bird bird, bird is the word! You know those songs that you just can't get out of your head? You listen to them once and days later, you're still singing the tune to yourself, caught in a trap of musical repetition, whether you want to or not. Sometimes, it's not even a song you like but suddenly, you are held captive by its spell until you're freed by the next song that shakes it from its throne. Well, this thread is for those who want to inflict their pain or joy onto others, telling us about those songs which will keep us humming and tapping our feet to the beat, long after it's stopped playing. Welcome to, Ear Worms Anonymous! Not to be confused with Ear Worms Culture Club, who actually deal with the condition of having worms in your physical ears. Just one rule, be courteous to others, if you're going to post videos please make them LINKS ONLY . I know that's a fun forum feature, but having lots of youtube videos right in the thread makes the thread difficult to load. Thank you! rose Hi, my name is Dolph. I'll start us off with Metric's Help! I'm Alive Going on 2 days now. Listening to other songs but nothing has shaken it loose yet.
Thread: Ear worms

Grimes California. The more pop sound keeps going through my head. .
Thread: Ear worms

Lauren Aquilina - King
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Jason Derulo - In My Head
Thread: Ear worms

-laughs- Rudolph I swear the title of this thread I seriously could not fathom what you meant by it until I actually dared to click on it! XD In one sense I suppose I could call this title of this thread 'click bait' but in the sense of sheer, overpowering curiosity not the sexual kind. Fyi-that picture of Peter from Family Guy had me cracking up the instant I saw it. Thank you, I really needed the laugh XD PS- -shivers- internal parasites are one of the few things I simply cannot stand. I always attributed ear worms to the Yerks from Animorphs. Disgusting alien slugs that crawl into your brain through your ear and take over your body. I thought ear worms were just a nightmarish creation...I know there is such a thing as ear mites which animals can get. Never thought there was a variety preferring to infect humans....nature is wonderful but disgusting sometimes. Hmmm ear worms in relation to songs being lodged in one's mind has a MUCH better connotation to it then actual living parasites! Granted music ear worms are still a variety of parasite. XD Alright getting back on topic then.... Anyone here remember the grand old Pinky and the Brain cartoon? Out of literally no where I had the theme song bouncing around in my noggin' earlier today. I haven't the slightest clue what promoted it to start playing in my head, I was doing laundry at the time and no where near the computer, tv or other device. Needless to say it was actually amusing.
Thread: Ear worms

I have the Thomas the tank engine theme mixed with a song called don't copy that floppy stuck in my head, and I wish it was something else. It won't stop. playing.
Thread: Ear worms

Elpheia said I have the Thomas the tank engine theme mixed with a song called don't copy that floppy stuck in my head, and I wish it was something else. It won't stop. playing. Click to expand... -clicks on the link because the power of curiosity is far too strong- GAHHH!!!! -keels over- I feel your pain Elpheia! -immediately attempts to remove the song from her brain- ---- Welp....only thing which succeeded in erasing that was perhaps something just as bad. Now I've got Smoke Weed Every Day stuck playing in my head....-facepalms-
Thread: Ear worms

Those children's songs or songs from kid's shows sure are catchy! X3 Stuck in my head the past few days Bjrk Who is it? I like the song and all but I wish it would go already. Listening to other things and I still find myself singing the lines, He demaaaands a closeness... occasionally. Ugh! Get out! ,
Thread: Ear worms

Ugghhhh! XP They keep the same station on the radio at work....the weekends are okay with it as the station will play things at random which is great for variety. But during the week they have a set play list for every damn day and it never changes! At least is hasn't changed in the past month. O-o needless to say there is a whole slew of songs stuck in my brain from the week shift....they really need to stop. Jessy's Girl needs to stop Hey Little Sister should take a hike If you like Pina-colatas is drowning We are the champions has grown so old there are too many to list XP
Thread: Ear worms

Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats from the Cats play. The instrumental version only, not with the lyrics. I find the lyrics fun but not as fun as only having the music. The music is very catchy.
Thread: Ear worms

Could somebody help me identify these songs? These are from a playlist of instrumental songs for sleeping. The titles are also thus, but I cannot find the lyrics. So far I can find the songs Annie's Song and the famous Red River Valley which are also part of the playlist, but these two are difficult.
Thread: How do you prioritize?

How do you prioritize your replies starting role-plays? I personally respond as I get muse for posts but do my best to also keep in line with who posted first. I normally reply in the order of which they replied to me, but sometimes will skip someone if I'm drawing a blank at the time to get my mental juices flowing first before I come back and re-read the post to see if I think of anything new. What about you?
Thread: How do you prioritize?

I sucked at prioritizing role-plays. I usually had a very specific story craving or partner that I was excited about. So, even if I'd start with 3 or 4 rps, one of them would really stand out as just over all better everything more exciting responses, more frequent responses, more story ideas that fell into that craving, more exciting characters, etc. And the other plays I'd have going at the same time would not measure up in some way or partners would wander off. So, by 10-20 posts in on the One, it'd become clear where my priorities were and I'd stop writing for the others. You always mean to go back to them but it never happens. That was my usual method of weeding through the chaff, because you don't really know whether an idea will be as good as you thought it was, nor a partner chemistry as fruitful, until you actually start trading responses. And like I said, I'm not good at feeling obligated to respond to a story. If I struggle at all with a desire to do it, I usually won't and will write for the stories I am excited about. I tried that fair approach, giving in the order I received but it just doesn't work for me.
Thread: How do you prioritize?

Ideally I want to reply in order. Realistically... Some stories I just can't help starting my post as soon as I'm getting theirs, and others take more effort. I very rarely give up on a story, even if it's becoming difficult, unless I'm really given nothing to work with or I start dreading it. Sometimes I wish I didn't feel bad giving up more of them.
Thread: How do you prioritize?

I usually go from oldest reply to newest reply. I do this with almost everything I post in, so no one has to wait longer for a reply than others. There are rare exceptions to this, though.
Thread: How do you prioritize?

I used to do oldest to newest but my muse and writing suffered so much from this approach. About a year ago I decided to follow my muse instead and I feel my writing has improved. I am definitely getting out more posts this way. I try not to let a week pass between receiving a post and sending a reply, and if it keeps happening, I take a time out and decide if I want to keep the rp.