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Thread: The Secretary and The Boss

Working her magic on Felix's shoulders Jasmine would let her hands linger down his back or towards his chest. While he didn't feel like a rock hard athlete, Felix was still well defined. She had thought about him often enough, maybe not this blackmail she was about to do, but she imagened having something phsical with him. Jasmine wanted to touch every inch of Felix with her hands and mouth, and she would start tonight. Leaning down she gently turned his head and kissed his lips unexpectedly. Spreading her lips she touched her tongue to his lips, wanting enterance to taste his tongue with hers. Sliding her hands down his chest she gently pulled his shirt up before breaking the kiss and take his shirt completely off. Looking into his eyes with lust she felt her heart start to pound with excitement. A massage isn't the only thing you need coming around the chair she knelt between his legs and kissed his lips again, this time being more agressive.
Thread: Fantasy: elf school girl exchange student at an orc school

Hello there! If you're still looking for a partner I'd be interested in doing this with you. It sounds like a lot of fun - especially neat, as I'll admit I've never done a role play with orcs involved before! I do love elves, however, and I've played them quite a bit in the past. Hope to hear from you soon size
Thread: Fantasy: elf school girl exchange student at an orc school

Greetings If you still have the room for roleplay I am pretty much interested in this As of how my elf character would look, will send the image links to PM
Thread: Like Father, Like Daughter [Feral.Desires X Cereus]

His daughter's scent swirled around him, teasing the beast within, tempting him, urging him....he felt the subtle shift of bones down the center of his back...and knew he was close, so very close to losing all control, his eyes were probably changing too, shifting from their normal hazel, to the orange gold of his animal form. He turned away from her, struggling to prevent himself from openly panting, tasting, as well as smelling the seductive scent of the ripe she-wolf in front of him. A scent undetectable to any other animal on the face of the Earth, save his own kind. He covered his momentary pause, and hid his face by pretending to rummage through the magazines at the side of his chair, until he regained control of himself. Visibly shaken, but maintaining control, for the time being, he looked back up at Diana. He wanted to howl. He wanted to bare his teeth. He wanted to stalk her, chase her, force her to ground, and take her, spill his seed in her youthful body. That desire felt good, it felt bad. She was his daughter, the fruit of love, and lust with her dead mother. He just couldn't help himself against the heady scent his daughter's body gave off, and absent a suitable mate of her own kind, there was only him, and the beast rattling it's cage within, eager to be freed, eager to reach, and claw, and bite, and mate. And it would not be denied. Antony took a shuddering deep breath, and forced himself to look Diana in the eye. There are a few things I need to discuss with you...after you're settled . Lately, Diana's normal routine upon arriving home from school was to shower, change into comfortable clothes, and hide in her room....occasionally making brief appearances throughout the evening to raid the fridge. He knew what her body craved, and lately he'd been stocking the house with foods she required. Lean, blood-rare roast beef from the deli. Smoked turkey. Steaks, chops, and burger. He never commented on her eating habits, and suspected she was probably ashamed to admit them to her close circle of friends....all of whom practiced an almost meat free, low fat lifestyle...lots of fresh, leafy greens....the thought of which nearly made him gag, and such 'food' likely made Diana gag as well. I'll be downstairs...it's cooler there , he said, standing unsteadily...then growled, low, feral, deep within his chest, his eyes flicking toward Diana, fixing her with a predatory stare, as the gray fur down the center of his back raised aggressively. He bent over immediately, pretending to cough....cursing himself silently, Fuck, fuck fuck! Get a hold of yourself! . He stood upright, Damn summer colds , he said, rather lamely, trying to cover the brief display of what he really was. They always get me , he added, stretching, reaching up for ceiling, an odd rippling pop tracing down the center of his back. Diana gave him a rather alarmed look...of concern, Antony hoped, and with a nervous glance at him said, Ok...yeah Dad. Give me half an hour? Antony nodded, silently, then with a wave of one hand to his daughter, made his ways downstairs to wait....
Thread: Like Father, Like Daughter [Feral.Desires X Cereus]

Antony remained quiet, his face expressionless as Diana exploded at him, then turned, and stormed out of the room. In truth, it had gone rather well. He listened to her moving about the house, then into her room, slamming her door behind her. He gazed around the basement...little did Diana know at the time, but he'd built it specifically for her. She'd need a safe place, when she first began transforming, and the basement was windowless, with a single door...a door Diana, in wolf form, would not be able to open. He would take no chances with his daughter, and committed himself years ago to preventing an accident similar to the one that took her mother's life from taking her. He wasn't too worried about her coming around. He'd already planted that seed, by imprinting his scent on her. A male, adult werewolf, and her body knew what it needed....even her room, usually kept so tidy, but lately a tangled mess of clothes, blankets, and scattered pillows was a sign of subconscious nesting behavior. She was very nearly a full adult she-wolf, and the beast within her would get what it needed. He shrugged, and left the basement, mildly surprised that it was already growing dark outside...which suited his mood. He rummaged through the refrigerator, though found nothing to suit is immediate tastes, and selected a can of beer instead of a snack, and let himself out on the back porch. Shirtless, for once, settling into one of the two lawn recliners, and opening his beer. The moon was rising...he could feel it's familiar tug, something Diana would be feeling too, assuming she wasn't already staring at it from her bedroom window. The evening was going to be cool, a welcome change from the last week and a half of stifling, humid weather. He took a sip, deciding at once that it wasn't what he wanted either, and sat to the side, and sat quietly, letting his senses expand, listening to the sounds of suburban landscape as night descended. Listening to the sounds of his daughter in her room, moving restlessly, no doubt confused...and still pissed off at her father. He gave her an hour, until the moon, so nearly full, was riding high in the sky, thin dark clouds sliding silently across it's luminous face. With a sigh, he stood....outside he was free from his daughter's overwhelming scent, and for a brief period, was free of the gnawing hunger to mount her. That changed as he slid the patio door open...if anything, her scent was even stronger, and the growl that rumbled up from his chest echoed hollowly through their silent house. He dumped his nearly untouched beer down the sink, and dropped the empty can into the recycling bin, then steeling himself, padded barefoot down the hallway to Diana's room, and tapped lightly on her door.
Thread: Like Father, Like Daughter [Feral.Desires X Cereus]

As their lips met, he entered his daughter with one smooth curl of his hips, sliding the thick length of his cock into her. He gasped audibly against her lips, feeling her tongue against his own as she tasted herself on them, the soft purring growl of her approval vibrating against his chest. He pushed himself up, bracing himself with his arms, gazing down at her...his own daughter, he reminded himself. He'd struggled with that, not from any sense of putting her with a genetically abnormal child...werewolves were immune to that curse...but from his constant contact with humans. Their taboos, born of necessity on their part, had rubbed off on him. Even while Diana's scent had blossomed, and his gazes at her youthful body grew hungrier with each passing day, his dreams at night haunted by her naked body beneath his, it had taken an effort on his part to push those feelings of guilt from his mind. He wanted her, and now he had her. She was a werewolf, and entitled to her birthright, and he would give that to her, happily, hungrily, eagerly coupling with the beauty, his Diana, his daughter. His, he reminded himself proudly. He would give her his child, without reservation, love her, and protect her, as only a very proud, and devoted male werewolf could. There were other things she still did not realize, at least consciously. The closer the wolfess within her came to the surface, the more Antony would adopt a subservient attitude toward her. She would eventually be the defacto leader of their very small pack....it was one of the reasons allowing another female to join them would be entirely up to her. Antony, like all male werewolves was utterly incapable of fighting a female of his own kind. External threats to them...male or female was a different story entirely, which why the mated pair of wolves represented such a danger to humans. While bonding together, if pushed, would live up the scariest stories of werewolves humans whispered to each other. His eyes gleaming orange gold in the fading moonlight were fixed on his daughter, her eyes, hunger and desire in their green depths, to her body, her breasts, nipples tightly erect, pooled atop her chest, and bouncing delightfully with each of his hungry thrusts against her body. Faster, breaths mingled with the soft growl of a werewolf coupling with his mate, rocking Diana's slight body back as he drove his cock into her, harder, faster, feeling her hands scrabbling claw like over his back, his ass, wordlessly urging him on. Her mouth was open, small fangs gleamed ivory in the fading light, as he consciously held himself back. He'd promised himself, no matter how difficult, he wouldn't simply rut animal like against his mate's willing body, taking his own pleasure, without giving her the same. He wanted her to cum, wanted to see it in her eyes, feel it as she writhed in ecstasy beneath him, clutching at her father as he pushed her over that delicious edge. Diana..., he growled softly as his lovely daughter, ...tell me when.
Thread: Like Father, Like Daughter [Feral.Desires X Cereus]

Piles of eggs, and hashed brown potatoes, and bacon, and sausage...a feast that would have put a cardiologist into immediate cardiac arrest just by seeing it awaited her. Antony was a competent cook, and he knew what his daughter required, and as he stirred, mixed, or flipped...depending on the contents of each pan, his mind was on Diana, who he could hear upstairs in her room rummaging around. In just 24 hours, she'd gone from being a normal teenage girl, living a normal teenage girl's life, to a she wolf...mated, to her father no less...and she'd handled those changes to her life with remarkable ease, without complaint, and eagerly pursuing her own impending birth. Over the last several months...her final year of high school...she'd attended sleep-overs at her friends houses, and had hosted a number of her own. Antony always obliged her...ensuring that the fridge was stocked, and that he stayed out of their way...usually hiding out in the basement, or his room. Some of her friends were definitely flirty...honing emerging social skills on the safe target that Antony represented. He never responded to their fumbling attempts to attract his attention, of course. But there was one girl...Sarah....that seemed determined to seduce him. Diana had her over a couple times, and without fail, she would eventually end up wearing nothing more than one of Antony's t-shirts, and a pair of panties. He couldn't walk the half dozen steps from his room, to the bathroom without running in to her. Literally. He'd even woken one morning to find a pair of her panties had been slipped under his door during the night. Diana was aware of much of that...and had grown increasingly uncomfortable with her friend's behavior....and it was then the that subtle scent of the wolfess within her first manifested itself. The next several months were an agonizing hell for Antony. As his daughter blossomed, and her scent perfumed the air around her, with no mate of his own, and no outlet for the urges to rut, and fuck available to him, he'd turned to masturbation...frequent, fevered, desperate...and ultimately unsatisfying. While Diana was away for the three days of her senior trip...Florida, Disney World, beaches, sun and sand...Sarah had shown up...and to Antony's eternal shame, he'd invited her in, and spent the next two days fucking the pretty girl. He couldn't, of course, get the girl pregnant, and the many diseases humans suffered from he was immune to...in that respect, sex with the young woman was guilt free...but in his mind's eye, he saw only Diana...and knew that he'd betrayed her. As cathartic as those two days ultimately were...his betrayal stung, burned, and worried at him. He'd have to tell her...and warn her. Sarah would come back.
Thread: Like Father, Like Daughter [Feral.Desires X Cereus]

Deep down inside, Antony was pleased that his daughter had the power of speech....it was something he missed...though at the moment, even if he could speak, there was nothing he could say. As she pounced, he held himself still, exposed, on his back, legs splayed, feeling his daughters fangs rasping against his exposed throat. Stay away from me, she said...and Antony obeyed. Once she'd released him, he flipped over, and crawled to the splintered basement door, laying down in front of it....still very determined to protect her....And with things he still needed to say, he transformed. I'm sorry, Diana . Those words echoed hollowly in the basement. Diana growled, her back to him. West Virginia, the Appalachian trail. Bear Creek Spur. 3.2 Kilometers...There's a large mottled gray stone. There's something under it for you . He nodded to himself..done. If anything happens...go there . The stone itself weighed close to 200 kilograms, and was not something a human would try to move....or even could, even if he or she wanted to. To Diana, it was something she could lift out of the way with one arm. Beneath it was a an eighteen inch section of capped 6 inch PVC pipe, and inside it, was Diana's second identity. Tania Wright, 22 years old...bank accounts, drivers license, passport, birth certificate...everything she would need to slip into that identity. Hidden within that jumble of documents, were clues that would lead her to a third identity if she needed it. He groomed that identity, kept it fresh, and up to date, making trips once or twice a year specifically to keep those various documents ready. He transformed again, and blinking orange-gold eyes, still stinging with the shame and humiliation of Diana's rejection, laid quietly on the floor in front of the basement door. It had not occurred to him that Diana had suffered right along with him...at least not to the extent he did. When Sarah made herself available, he took advantage of it, and it had never crossed his mind to ask her age...and to an animal that was pushing 200, a year or two around the magical age of eighteen was not something that made any logical sense to him anyway. Still...his actions had wounded Diana, and it was to her his thundering beast's heart belonged. He tried whining at her....which she ignored, carefully curling one paw, and digging furrows through carpet, padding, subfloor, and concrete. Her beauty, as one writer put it long, long, ago, was terrible to behold, and Antony, in the presence of that beauty...trembled.
Thread: Like Father, Like Daughter [Feral.Desires X Cereus]

We can leave soon , Antony said, lifting his hips slightly to rub his thickening cock against Diana's abdomen...god, he'd never be able to get enough of Diana! After the full moon. I'll start making the arrangements in the morning . He laid comfortably under his wolfess daughter, running his hands lovingly, possessively over her magnificent body. Aroused again, of course. That wasn't something he could help, and already mental images of him mounting his daughter again flooded through his mind. Perhaps as a man...and he wondered, would his Diana expect him to thoroughly clean her afterward, as a man? That thought resulted in a very contented, and aroused growl to spill from his chest. He scratched his fingers through his daughter's fur, forgetting, for the moment thoughts of moving, and pretty much everything else. Diana interrupted his arousal by placing her clawed paws on his chest, and asking how to transform back. It was a natural question for a new wolfess to ask. She didn't understand transforming from a teenage girl, and how to get back again was something she'd want to know. It was something she'd learn, through experience, and through the experience and guidance of her mentor, and mate. In a way, it was similar to learning how to cross your eyes, or view those odd 3D pictures. It took practice, it took effort, and the learning process could be long, and discouraging. Remember the feeling down the center of your back , Antony said, hands still moving over Diana's body, Try to feel it, and concentrate on it He traced a finger over one of Diana's pointed ivory fangs, Remember the pressure in your mouth...going back feels the reverse of that...almost like your teeth are being pulled out . Antony ran his hands down his daughter's body, to her haunches, splayed so delightfully over his hips. Close your eyes, and imagine yourself as Diana, the 18 year old girl, instead of the wolf . Don't try to force it , he said...then transformed beneath her, then transformed back into a man again, then just his eyes. It's not something that can be forced , he concluded, Try now, Diana, close your eyes, and try to capture that feeling . She looked down at her father, perhaps unsure, then with a studied look in her deep green eyes, she closed them slowly. He felt her body quiver above his, and still slowly stroking his hands over her body, waited to see if she could manage it. And if not, while sleeping, she would spontaneously change back.
Thread: Like Father, Like Daughter [Feral.Desires X Cereus]

The more Diana squirmed, whined, and thrust her hips back, the more Antony was pleased. He eagerly delved into the delights she offered, licking at the nectar her body provided him, wrapping one hand around the root of her lifted tail, and licking his tongue over the plum of her sex, and above, tracing it wetly over the pucker of his daughter's asshole. Her body was ambrosia...., and he treated it as such, savoring each scent, and taste offered to him as the rare gift it was. She squirmed, and wriggled, and whined, and growled, but he wasn't quite ready to give in yet. He wanted more, and needed more. It wasn't just sex...though that played it's part...he would learn her through senses a thousand times more acute than humans possessed. Each taste, each scent imprinting itself in his brain. He'd always been an enthusiastic practitioner of oral sex, and with the almost painful initial urges to couple with his new mate somewhat abated, he was determined to orally explore the vast uncharted territory his daughter's body represented. This was not just a prelude to the much simpler act of fucking...usually over much too quickly for his taste...but a way to bring his partner, his mate, pleasure. It was a gift he very much enjoyed giving, and would spend countless hours allowing his mate, through word, sub vocal encouragement, and the movement of her body to define the path that led to that orgasmic cliff. Then, with the lightest touch of his tongue, push her over the edge. It did not matter to him in which form Diana might be in at the time....she was his mate, and that was what mattered most. Of course, there was still the biological imperative to put his lovely Diana with child, and there was only one way to accomplish that....something that she communicated to him with a warning growl, and snap of her jaws. While she was in heat, she would demand from him that he mount her. Antony was shackled to that same delicious evolutionary chain, and at her warning, giving a last lick across her spit-wet anus, he crawled forward, covering her body with his. He used his abdominal muscles to lift, and position his achingly hard cock, just against the split of Diana's wet sex, then gently eased forward. He knew she was sore....heck, less than 24 hours ago, his Diana had been a virgin....and against that, he felt her squirm beneath him, digging her claws into the carpet and pushing back.
Thread: Grimm: The Lost Episode.

Homicide Detective Nick Burkhardt of the Portland Police Bureau learns he is descended from a line of guardians known as Grimms, charged with keeping balance between humanity and the mythological creatures called Wesen however use of Germanic pronunciation renders it sounding like Vessin of the world. Throughout the episodes, he must battle against an assortment of dangerous creatures, with help from his friend Monroe who is a reformed creature, and his partner Detective Hank Griffin. A new Detective Nick Burkhardt's partner Hank Griffin was ill. He couldn't work for atleast a month. Captain Sean Renard had found a new detective to assist Nick. Nick didn't knew anything about the new detective yet. The only thing that he could do was wait. So Nick sat in a chair and waited for the new detective to arrive.
Thread: Grimm: The Lost Episode.

This was Taylor's big chance. She recently graduated from the cadet college and has been looking for her 'big break'. The cop work she had been doing for the Portland police has been dull, at best. She had been on coffee trips for the higher ups and simple paperwork, not even being allowed in the field for any length of time. If this was all police work was, she wanted to quite right then and there. Taylor Kole wasn't made for paperwork. It was hard to tell for most people, but beneath her amber hair, the Fuchsbau woman was something much more. Her family was on the 'wrong side of the tracks' for generations, dating all the way back to aiding Jack the Ripper. Taylor wanted to be different, to use her skills and family knowledge for good compared to the shady deals her family had been used to dealing with. She was about to collect coffee orders when a message came down from the higher ups. Captain Renard had a job for her with the detective sector of the station. The woman paused and smiled at the note. She grabbed her jacket, backpack and of course, large ball of hair rubber bands and started to the elevator, showing the note to any who questioned her. Taylor had wings on her heels at this point. She was so excited and prepared to do this. Within a minute, she was on the upper floor, eyeing the multitude of desks outside of the open doors. Smoothly, she exited the lift and started towards the Captain's office, passing a few of the detectives as she went. Many of them gave her curious looks, but Taylor simply ignored them, knocking on the door before being summoned inside. She spoke to the captain for a few minutes, getting her exact directions before heading to her new 'partner' for the day. Nick Burkhardt? she questioned with a slight smile. Captain Renard told me I'm your new partner. She held a hand out to the man. Taylor Kole.