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Thread: To Catch a Thief (Elaebryn × Rania Lark)

Anya escapes the covers without incident and almost runs a literal circle around the other woman before she acts. The discarded owl effigy would be a poor weapon but likely better than a bare fist, with its unsubtle carving providing several rough edges and sharp bits. At the very least, it might serve as a caltrop to impede the way of a barefoot assailant. A pity the barbarian never got to removing her fur-lined, leather boots. The open window looks out over a side street that's not particularly busy, but nonetheless the sight of a naked girl repelling out of it catches the eye of an onlooker who calls out unintelligible but surely lewd comments to her. Looking down, the window is only situated on the second floor of the inn-cum-tavern, which has only three floors total. The diagonal beams of its brick-and-timber construction provide easy hand-and-foot holds for the retreating thief to safely climb down, with the only fuss that provided by the caterwauling passerby who's stopped to leer. Meanwhile, Ayna's captor exits the building with a leap that has her boots touching ground within arm's reach merely a second after the thief's own egress. Anya now finds herself naked, hanging onto the side of a building on one side of a narrow side-street that opens onto a more public thoroughfare on one side and onto an even smaller alley on the other. Time seems almost to have frozen in her mind, affording Anya the opportunity to fully examine her surroundings before taking action. Toward the public thoroughfare is the onlooker, a man in common clothes but wearing the haircut and bearing the demeanour of a drunken, off-duty town guard. Toward the alley is the barbarian, whose landing tucks her body into a crouch that more resembles a sprinter waiting to bolt than someone recovering from a fall. Directly across the narrow side-street from the inn is another brick-and-timber building with cross-beams and a latticework of trellises for creeping ivy. A standard wooden back door, presently shut but with no visible external lock, is just a few feet down past where the barbarian landed after leaping from the window. Also, it's quite cold. Above freezing, but cold enough to sting the eyes and bring nipples turgid. As time returns to its usual pace, Anya must choose. What does she do?
Thread: To Catch a Thief (Elaebryn × Rania Lark)

Anya swung her legs out the window and began the climb down over the wooden posts that served to hold up the structure of the simple inn and tavern. Still clutching the makeshift weapon in her hand, she used the other to support herself as she scaled down the side of the building with quite a bit of difficulty, ignoring the catcalling of some drunkard until she made it to the ground. The cold air penetrated the cobblestone of the walkway right up into her feet, sending pangs of pain up through her legs. The wind immediately chilled her body and Anyas teeth began to chatter in her mouth as her hands moved to cover as much of herself as possible. The man to her side blocking her path to the main thoroughfare was obviously drunk, his stature unsteady. On the other side was the barbarian who had threatened her life and had just tried to take her body unwillingly blocked her path. And a third option opened to her in front with a closed door leading into another building that could contain any number of horrible fates, but the cold coursing over her naked skin made her consider the option solely for the prospect of a warm fire. But the easiest option for the expert escapee was clear. Anya turned towards the drunk man, her hand still covering her rapidly hardening nubs as she began to scramble down the alleyway, holding the sharpened stick in her other hand as she ran at the soldier, screaming at the top of her lungs. Help! Someone please help me! Anya cried as she ran at the main road, hoping to catch someones attention who would rescue her from her captor.
Thread: To Catch a Thief (Elaebryn × Rania Lark)

The drunkard is the first to act, moving languidly yet smoothly in a lurch and stagger that likely could not have been more effective if he tried. A rough grip of calloused hand, the cold nubs of metal grommets in a leather bracer, and the warmth of a body blocking the wind all strike Anya a split-second before the man's body does. The drunk guard, likely meaning only to cop a feel or perhaps he was angry that she sought to flee? had collided with the girl while reaching out to grab her, and set them both off their balance. Inebriated limbs soon tangle themselves with her own, and the fur-lined cloak he wears unfurls skyward to briefly block her view as he trips and tumbles. Anya has perhaps the quick wit and reflex to dodge out of his way before he falls atop her, but even so for at least a while he bodily restrains her with his foolishness, and with the grasp of weathered palm on breast. His grip slackens once he strikes the ground, dazed by the fall for a moment and subsequently more concerned with finding footing to right himself than with tweaking a nipple. The entire ordeal is over in seconds, but it is enough time for the barbarian woman to cover the distance between them. No sooner than the guard's hand is gone from her breast does another, more familiar grip find purchase on that sensitive juncture of flesh and nerves at the base of her neck. Kneel, says the fierce woman as she comes to a halt alongside her quarry. Right here, in the street. Her voice is even, measured, venomous. There is only the grip of one hand on Anya's shoulder to restrain her, so it's entirely possible she might wrest herself free and yet flee into the open thoroughfare whose nearness taunts her with the promise of freedom.
Thread: To Catch a Thief (Elaebryn × Rania Lark)

Anya yelped as the perfectly timed stumble rammed right into her side. Anyone looking towards the scream would only see two drunken lovers involved in a sexual tryst though it was nothing of the sort. It was time when brawn won over brains as Anyas smaller, lither body was easily overpowered by the soldiers bigger one. The thief fell back under the soldiers bigger semi-armoured body as she was pinned down for only as second, the cold and sharpness of the cobblestones sent pain up through Anyas back as she cried out in pain. His hand immediately recoiled from her breast as she scrambled to roll off of her to make it back to his drunken feet and Anya moved to roll herself in the opposite direction. That was, until she felt another hand finding its way to the freshly treated wound stitched together at the junction of her neck and shoulder, where skin stretched at the top of her collarbone. Anyas eyes widened as she beheld the barbarian woman above her, sneering down at her as she pressed against the wound, threatening to push down if Anya decided to begin to struggle. The thiefs teeth still chattered as goosebumps rose on her skin from the cold as the venomous order came from the barbarians lips, her hand still pressed dangerously over the stitches of her wound. Anya winced in pain from the pressure along the cut along with the pain of the cold as it ran up through her skin as she lay helpless. Anya couldnt do anything but obey as she knew that fighting was a hopeless endeavour. So she moved up, pushing the hand harder against her wound as she hissed in pain, moving up to her knees as her body trembled in a mixture of fear and cold as the only sound that escaped her was the constant chattering of teeth and the stinging cold within her eyes that made salty tears gather at the corners.
Thread: To Catch a Thief (Elaebryn × Rania Lark)

A satisfied smile replaces what was once a sneer. Good girl, says the cruel woman in the same harsh tone. Is she capable of any other? Her grip tightens but briefly, giving an encouraging squeeze. Now apologize for spurning the nice man. The drunken guardsman meanwhile has stumbled back to his feet, one hand clutching the side of his head while the other perhaps by instinct grips with whitened knuckles the handle of a truncheon that hangs from his hip by a leather cord. Clearly disoriented by drink and by fall, the man nonetheless appears physically fine save the bruise he nurses. His murky eyes find their focus on the woman speaking, then quickly fall to the kneeling woman. How quickly his senses seem to have at least partially returned to him as he registers the meaning behind those words speech and gesture are exchanged between him and Anya's captor, and it's clear he understands Anya to be one of her girls. Price is discussed, but the soldier demurs in lieu of heading home to his wife when put to the question of payment. And so they seem set to soon part ways, with Anya shivering on the ground while her fate is decided for her.
Thread: To Catch a Thief (Elaebryn × Rania Lark)

Anya moved her hands over her chest, hugging herself in an attempt to warm her rapidly cooling body as her shivers intensified. She hissed in pain as the barbarian squeezed the freshly treated wound on her shoulder, reminding the thief of her capabilities should the smaller girl resist. Sorry, she murmured, never meeting the drunkards own blurred gaze. And then a conversation began again that sounded familiar to the captive thief as the barbarian began to sell her body once again without any consent nor input from her captive. Anya turned her head towards the building where she could have gone as the barbarian woman kept her hand holding onto the sore wound on her shoulder, ensuring that she remained in place. Anya examined her surroundings, searching desperately for an escape as the conversation over price seemed to derail the soldiers lustful gazes. Anyas teeth shook as her lips began to turn to a tinge of blue as she rubbed her upper arms desperately trying to warm her freezing cold body. But with the barbarians woman hold over fresh wound, Anya could do nothing but remain on her knees, shivering, terrified of the consequences after the soldier left them.
Thread: To Catch a Thief (Elaebryn × Rania Lark)

Did you get his purse? The voice that spoke was softer this time, and hot against her neck as the barbarian stooped to envelop Anya in sturdy fabric and thick fur. Warmth embraces the terrified girl as a heavy cloak is draped over her shoulders. Strong hands and arms pull the garment tight about her body, offering both comfort and modesty. And then as though she were a sack of potatoes the girl is lifted up off the ground, and slung over the larger woman's shoulder to be carried in one arm. Anya is thus presented a view of the other woman's mostly-bare back, rippling with muscle her powerful back the form but not the detail of muscled buttocks beneath snugly-fit leather covering. They walk, out onto the thoroughfare, then back into the inn. Doubtlessly the bundled girl draws stares, but if anyone is bothered by it none speak of it as the two women cross through the tavern. Booted footsteps take them up the stairs, down the hall, and finally back to their room which was apparently left unlocked. Only minutes have passed since she fled the bed, and now Anya finds herself delivered back to it, this time swaddled in a cloak that has returned warmth to a body that had been chilled nearly to the bone. The other woman says nothing leaves the door ajar does not unwrap the girl she just placed back in bed. She just stands there, watching as though waiting for ... what?
Thread: In a Twisted World {Prince x LeatrixSage}

Not Helpless, Aislinn answered him as she felt the pads of his fingertips slip beneath the elastic string of her thong and slip down over her skin, something else. The small bit of fabric that remained against her skin grew loose, and at the same time that a tiny moment of panic made her heart skip a beat, his hands paused. Now, crazy that one sounds right, she found herself laughing as she said it, and was surprised at how easily the mood shifted again. Comfort and Tension seemed to slip back and forth through her in waves, and she still hadnt figured out how exactly her masked stranger was doing it, even if she was certain it had to be all his fault. But, I am enjoying it. Aislinn felt her lips twist into a smirk beneath her mask as he talked about removing her thong. But, she didnt move, not yeti, as his hand slid around her middle. The feeling of warm palms pressed over her flat stomach made her hold her breath. It was surprisingly how much more intimate that small contact felt as he explained his plans for her and his ropes. His hands lifted to over her ribs rest just beneath her breasts, lifting them just enough to feel their weight in his hands as he told her about the rope that would rest there. She had asked, and gave her a deliberately detailed answer. His fingers traced where another rope would rest, just below her collar bone, and then returned to her wrists. He pulled back and down just enough that she felt her back arch a touch, her balance shifting so that she had to depend on him, trust him, not to struggle against that small shift. It was a small reminder of what shed willingly given over, and it painted a vivid picture of just how much give and take there was between them. His narration continued as his fingertips trailed a devilish line down her back, and then right between the cheeks of her backside before snaking around to stroke her inner thigh. The ropes would require Intimidate contact, he said, as if he had not been enjoying quite a bit of that with her body already. It made Aislinn want to laugh, but instead, she let herself lean back against him. He stood solidly behind her, so she let him support her weight as she shifted her stance a little wider. I think I can handle it. Aislinn lifted one leg just enough that one side of her thong slipped down past her hip, then the other to repeat the process so that the thin scrap of fabric fell from its precarious perch and then slipped down her legs. Again, she shifted her feet, getting one high-heeled foot free before using the other to lightly toss the thong away. There now, nothing to muddle the aesthetic. She straightened up again, her heart hammering away in her ears. Sure, she sounded confident, even though she felt confident, but there was something the ropes, his voice, those eyes, her nakedness against the fabric of his clothes something of it all was touching on something she didnt completely understand just yet. With her arms tied as they were, and one of his hands holding the rope at her wrists, there was little else Aislinn could do. I am ready when you are.
Thread: In a Twisted World {Prince x LeatrixSage}

The ropes were snug, the girdle done, and Brent could finally admire his work, or rather the effects his work was having on the beautiful masked woman who now writhed against him. One hand stayed on her wrists, moving them slightly as he expertly adjusted the tension on the bottom rope against her movements. The other hand moved over the front of her body, enjoying the feeling of ropes and bare skin alternating as he tested his knots. She felt like a taut string on the verge of snapping and his fingers plucked her mercilessly. If this keeps up... what? asked Brent in feigned ignorance as his fingers tested the now wet knot on her clit. It seemed to be balanced perfectly, slipping against her button when her back arched and pushing against her slit with every breath. It helped that her breathing was coming a bit quicker now, almost panting as that unavoidable act stimulated her already sorely teased nub. He felt her leaning back against him, her body needing his for balance and her ass rubbing shamelessly against his hard cock. Lips brushed against her ear when her head flipped backward to rest on his shoulder and he murmured gently, Permission? The hand on her wrist pulled down, releasing some slack into the tormenting bottom rope. With a small sigh of regret, and another reminder to himself that he had to stay in control, Brent stepped aside and pulled his hips away from her rear. Now those round globes were swaying temptingly before him and he brought his hand down in a hard spank that set one to jiggling. He knew she was balanced on the edge of ecstasy and studied her response to that sharp sting of pain with curiosity. Had Rose ever been spanked like this before? Would she, like some women, find new heights of pleasure from the mix of discipline, pain, and pleasure he was giving her? Of course you need my permission. You need to earn your cum. But first, you need a spanking for getting me hard, said Brent, his voice turning into a growl. The hand on her wrist jerked up with every blow that followed, forcing the knot against her aching clit and sending pulses of pleasure into her. At first he was slow, palm resting on her ass after each blow and rubbing her skin gently. Gradually his tempo increased and he began to pepper her succulent rear until her pale skin was turning rosy pink. The hand on her wrists matched his tempo, pulling the knot against her clit faster as he built the spanking into a crescendo that urged her to cum. You aren't going to cum without my permission, are you? From only a spanking!? Can't you control yourself?
Thread: Dark Souls: Champions of Cinder (OOC)

Feel free to post OOC related content in this topic. A Lore and Covenant topic is coming. It will probably be up sometime today.
Thread: Dark Souls: Champions of Cinder (OOC)

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Thread: Dark Souls: Champions of Cinder (OOC)

Any chance of a character Sheet template? EDIT Nevermind, it's in the original thread.
Thread: Mx Female Ayrune's Dark Dreams - a variety of prompt ideas!  Updated 7/30

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Thread: Mx M or NB mercy | mxm, mxf, nbxm | open

RE mercy mxm, mxf under construction Cravings Nothing in particular at the moment, but I always go for the dark, macabre, and deadly. Wolf's Rain cheza x kiba Thumb Sucker 24 years. 24 years they'd been sucking their thumb. They tried to stop before. Hot sauce, horrible tasting pastes, mouth contraptions. They tried it all but nothing worked. Their dentist told them it would start to fuck up their teeth again if they didn't stop and they were becoming desperate. All they needed was something to keep their mouth occupied at night. She Was Pretty Kim Shin-Hyuk x Kim Hye-Jin. I WAS SO UPSET THAT THEY DIDN'T END UP TOGETHER!! l get it, he's a side character, but they had such good good chemistry . I mean look at what COULD HAVE BEEN ! Caught Doing What? This is pretty much PWP. Someone has a bit of an exhibitionist streak and likes to come to the library near closing hours to pleasure themselves in an area where there are no cameras, but still out in the open. They don't know why they do it, but they can't stop. Unfortunately for them, one of the employees notices and confronts them. This can be MxF or MxM and I'm open to playing either person. Inspiration came from Miss NSFW Steph Kegels . Last edited Nov 25, 2020
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i have a very strong craving for a futa x male pairing. just one. it'll be fun guise. come on. c Last edited Mar 8, 2019
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Thread: Nefarious Kidnapper of Lesbians (MxF)

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I would love to capture Ilia from RWBY
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Thread: (Interest Check) Very Old-School Dungeons & Dragons

Might give this a try... will be looking at the elves, magic users.... and looking at things, have to ask. Can elves in this still switch between Fighter and Mage between sessions?
Thread: (Interest Check) Very Old-School Dungeons & Dragons

RPG-Girl said Might give this a try... will be looking at the elves, magic users.... and looking at things, have to ask. Can elves in this still switch between Fighter and Mage between sessions? Click to expand... I'll allow it for now.
Thread: (Interest Check) Very Old-School Dungeons & Dragons

Ah, have.... ideas for a sexy elf mage. Not entirely sure, just mulling her over. For the most part, was just wondering on the FighterMage switch, because depending on the role we need... well, would prefer to be a mostly enchantmentconjuration focused caster.
Thread: (Interest Check) Very Old-School Dungeons & Dragons

I plan on checking out the system later this week. Never tried it, but I am sure it is simple enough. Sucks, because I love playing hybrid characters.
Thread: (Interest Check) Very Old-School Dungeons & Dragons

kckolbe said I plan on checking out the system later this week. Never tried it, but I am sure it is simple enough. Sucks, because I love playing hybrid characters. Click to expand... I'd love to have you on board.
Thread: (Interest Check) Very Old-School Dungeons & Dragons

I think I found a good reference pic, and will be working on making her shortly
Thread: (Interest Check) Very Old-School Dungeons & Dragons

Are her eyes purple or is that eye shadow? Either way, good stuff
Thread: (Interest Check) Very Old-School Dungeons & Dragons

RPG-Girl said I think I found a good reference pic, and will be working on making her shortly Click to expand... I do like that reference pic.
Thread: (Interest Check) Very Old-School Dungeons & Dragons

kckolbe said Are her eyes purple or is that eye shadow? Either way, good stuff Click to expand... A little of A, a little of B. I mean really, unusual colored eyes glow optional and theatrical is rather common with magic, is it not?
Thread: (Interest Check) Very Old-School Dungeons & Dragons

Just got the pdf. If restrictions are removed, then isn't human incredibly weak? Lack of restriction was their only selling point. The bonus xp from prime requisite actually REWARDS min-maxing. Definitely recommend getting rid of it. That's all I got so far.
Thread: (Interest Check) Very Old-School Dungeons & Dragons

Humans... they survive because there are so many of them, and make excellent minions and slaves for the obviously superior elder races sleepy
Thread: (Interest Check) Very Old-School Dungeons & Dragons

chuckles Do you have room for me? I won't be on line much 'til the fifth.
Thread: (Interest Check) Very Old-School Dungeons & Dragons

Sure, we have room for more.
Thread: (Interest Check) Very Old-School Dungeons & Dragons

I have the book now--still on vacation. Hawkeye, is there anything particular about he setting to know or note