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Thread: I'm scared of the dark(Traveler and I)

He winced when she mentioned her need for food, and sat next to her so that he could pull his pack nearer. He had no trouble picking out the little bit of light that was available and seeing what he needed to see, but her intoxicating nearness was making it difficult to think straight. I'm fine, he answered brusquely. He pulled out soft leather gloves and pulled them on, covering the offending burns on the backs of his hands. It stung terribly which he saw as a good sign. If they didn't hurt at all he'd be concerned that his nerves had been compromised. He'd look into treating them once he got rid of this human woman. Inside his pack were plastic-wrapped meal bars. They were dense with nutrition and made up of nuts and fruit, mostly. A bit of native honey had been added to sweeten it, but otherwise there was nothing in it that wasn't going to be familiar to her digestive system. Zander opened the pack and handed it to her. Little bites, he cautioned. It swells in your mouth. Chew it well before you swallow it or you might choke. He could see that she was cold. As he waited for her to eat he pulled out a foil blanket to slide under them and to insulate them from the cold ground. Though it was thin, the blanket was engineered to create a warm barrier for the user. We can rest here if you are tired. I read that most newcomers find it difficult to be awake more than a few hours at a time when they first arrive. He waved towards the opening of the cave. I will... stay here with you and keep you warm until you are strong enough to finish the journey. Then he could leave. Once she was delivered he could go, gather more information, perhaps create a map for his people to use. The more they understood these strange and dangerous intruders the more easily they could destroy them.
Thread: I'm scared of the dark(Traveler and I)

Minerva watched as he put his gloves on, or rather the outline of his shadow. She had turned her flashlight off and stuck it in her jacket pocket to conserve the energy stored within it. She'd be using it for a long time, and it would be her only defense during travel if she needed to move on to the next place. Though she wondered truly if she'd be able to survive not knowing what could kill her and what couldn't. To her surprise and great pleasure, he did have something to eat on him. At first she was going to take a big bite, but she heeded his warning and started nibbling at it. It definitely was filling. Whatever ingredient they used for expansion was a mystery to her however. She watched him pull something out of his pack as she ate. A blanket? The material made it obvious that it would be warmer than it looked. That makes sense. Don't think I...stopped shivering since I came here and it progressively got worse. It's a great strain on the body to be this cold. Minerva told him as she finished the food he had given her. Ahh. Are you sure that's okay? I can keep moving if you want, Zander. She moved closer to him to see his face better. Her scent would be stronger at this point considering exactly how close she was...close enough to wear their faces were inches apart.I mean, we almost died. Twice. Maybe we shouldn't hang around here..
Thread: I'm scared of the dark(Traveler and I)

Zander spread the blanket out and motioned that she should scoot her hips up to allow him to slide the protective barrier under her. I will warm you, he promised. We don't need to keep moving yet. You should eat and sleep before we go to the compound. It will still be there when you wake. He reached around her to tuck the blanket down and came face to face with her. The alluring scent, her warm body yearning for heat, her strange alien attraction... His eyes roamed over her face, examining this human up close. She was so different from the women he was used to. Her eyes were wider set, innocent and intelligent. The things she wore were almost exotic. Was it jewelry or something functional? He couldn't tell. Who is this man you are looking for? Is it your mate? He moved closer, his body emanating heat that seemed to thrum in the cold cavern air.
Thread: I'm scared of the dark(Traveler and I)

Minerva was used to studying others but not used to being studied herself. When he stared at her, she felt like he was taking in her appearance, as if he was looking at her for the first time. The way he talked to her now was more polite. He actually seemed to care about her right now. She blushed and then looked away, focusing on the heat he provided for her..and the blanket made her feel like she wasn't sitting on a gigantic block of ice. Suddenly he asked her a question that through her off guard. No..he's not my mate. She answered after a long pause of silence. Her heart began to beat fast as she thought of such a thing. He is a very long time friend, and my first love. Though we never were mates. You have a strange way of talking. Maybe all this time here has made you forget your humanity. She lifted up her hand and gently pressed her gloved fingers on his forehead. Or maybe you didn't have much in there in the first place. She giggled, though she realized that he was giving off so much heat even her fingers were starting to warm up. Oh gosh, you are a human furnace. She said as she placed both her hands on his chest. You really do feel good.
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Thread: Loren's Palace of Roleplaying.

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Thread: The Old Typewriter

Haha, this was pretty funny! And that house is amazing, I'd love to live in it... well, as much in the lake next to it as in the house, but I'd take both!
Thread: The Old Typewriter

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Thread: The Old Typewriter

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Thread: The Old Typewriter

Is it ever really too cold to swim? P.S. I am now pondering part two of my story. It will involve happy or otherwise definitive endings and the effect they have on the author's brought-to-life creations.
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Thread: A damsel in darkness. (Sixth x MissMae)

The dungeon they dragged her to was unremarkable, as far as dungeons went. The roughly hewn stone that crafted the walls, floor and ceiling was cold and lifeless, the iron bars that fronted the cell were rough and corroded by time. The only furnishings were old shackles that hung from the far wall, and a wooden bucket intended for the captive's leavings. A sickly green, skeletal imp vacillated from foot to foot, wringing his hands gleefully as he looked upon the newest charge. His master would like this one, oh yes. They would be rewarded for their accomplishment, the master would be pleased. The second had gone to fetch their master from his chambers to view the girl they had brought for him. Go, Xyranthus had commanded the bat-eared minions, seated at his writing desk. And do not fail me, else your hides will adorn my walls while you are still within them. The imp suppressed a squeak of fear at the sound of his masters' heavy, cloven footfalls announcing his impending arrival. In his own residence, Xyranthus rarely bothered to adopt his more humane form. The beast spared not a single glance for the minion that had brought him the glorious prize, despite the predatory way his lips pulled back across his teeth at the sight of her. He was pleased. Well, came the single word, and the sound was velvetty, dangerous, and otherworldly all at once. Aren't you a delicate thing
Thread: A damsel in darkness. (Sixth x MissMae)

The dungeon was dim, dank, and smelt of odors so foul she dared not to think about what made them. Mae's formerly elegant clothes had been reduced to little more than scraps following the events of her capture, long scratches and some bruises marking her usually porcelain skin. Her blue eyes watched the imp's every move, half-lidded with pain and exhaustion, but still ever so fierce. She wasn't about to go down without a fight, no matter what she was going to be faced with. Her attention was drawn by the loud clacking of cloven feet, echoing through the dungeon, drawing ever closer to where she was imprisoned. The monster that came into view was beyond anything she could have imagined, her heart clenching in her chest as he eyed her up and down. His voice was like poison to her ears, making her skin crawl in disgust and she didn't grace him with a reply.
Thread: A damsel in darkness. (Sixth x MissMae)

Strong fingers closed about an iron bar, shedding flakes of rust. They went unnoticed by Xyranthus as they flittered to the stone floor, whose eyes remained trained intently on the crumpled woman. They roved appreciatively over what was visible of her form, his long tail making ominous swooshing sounds as it swung idly back and forth in the darkness. Hmmmm He rumbled. It is most unladylike to ignore such a compliment The word slithered from his lips, and he relinquished his grip on the iron bar. He stalked slowly towards the gate, allowing his clawed digits to casually strike each bar as he passed them. Most of the women he had been brought by his minions had cried uncontrollably, pleading and begging for their freedom. Desperation was pleasing, but it quickly grew tiresome if there was naught else. No fight, no fire. Vessels such as those were unworthy of his seed despite how aesthetically pleasing they were to his cock. But this one This one seemed different somehow he could taste it in the air already. I shall be most displeased if you will not offer me the sweet sound of your voice Both hands clutched the iron of the gate and rattled it suddenly, filling the chamber with the harsh sound of clanging metal in an attempt to make the girl shriek. The green imp pressed himself into the corner, trying to be invisible. Though I suppose it does offer me the opportunity to make you The threat was punctuated by the agonising sound of the key turning in the lock.
Thread: A damsel in darkness. (Sixth x MissMae)

Mae continued to watch him wearily, not daring to take her eyes off of him for even so much as a minute. He eyed her up and down in the darkness of her cell, clearly finding some sort of pleasure in what he saw. Well, if it was her voice that he wanted, then it would be the last thing she would let him have. The sound of his claws on the bars echoed throughout the dungeon, ringing one after another as he continued down the line. While his sudden grabbing of the bars made her body start, she remained perfectly silent, glaring him down through the darkness. His poisonous voice resonated with the sound of the key turning in the lock, the door to her cell creaking open. His intimidation techniques did nothing but steel her resolve, bracing herself as he approached her. Finally, when he was close enough, she spit harshly at him, saliva hitting him directly on the face.
Thread: A damsel in darkness. (Sixth x MissMae)

Xyranthus stood imperiously over her crumpled form, dominating much of the cell. He was not enormous in stature, perhaps measuring a few inches taller than the average human man but he commanded an impressive presence. His spindly, leathery wings, held quite close to his back, twitched almost of their own accord when she spat at him. The demon grinned malevolently, making no movement to wipe his face clean of the saliva. This one was spirited. He could feel his arousal mounting already. Temper temper. he cooed, stepping around her inert form. He was completely oblivious to the return of his second until the two imps began chattering in their irritatingly nasal voice. Xyranthus had been about to reach out and stroke a claw along the princess porcelain skin when his reverie was interrupted by them. Be gone! he boomed suddenly, wings flaring to fill the cramped space. He crouched over the woman almost protectively, glaring at his minions. She satisfies me. With that his attention was returned to the woman, and he grasped her roughly by the shoulders and thrust her onto her back. What remained of her garments was torn from her frame, and the creature looked upon her naked form approvingly. I am in more than half a mind to claim you now. He muttered, perhaps more to himself than her. One hand left her shoulder to find her breast, kneading the flesh roughly. But if you agree to behave I might be inclined to bring you to my quarters first, where you will find comfort at your back instead of stone. It matters none to me whether I take my pleasure from you here or there
Thread: A damsel in darkness. (Sixth x MissMae)

His smile was wicked as he wiped his face clean, Mae still watching him with cold eyes. She didn't dare look away, even as he circled around her, and the anger in her gaze was as fiery as ever. Her body startled when he lashed out at his minions, his leathery wings suddenly taking up most of the space in her small cell, his large form hovering over her, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his skin. The imps dashed away immediately, their nasally voices disappearing as they ran from the dungeon. And so she was alone with him, grabbed and thrown roughly onto her back, the dank stone floor pressing into her skin as he ripped the remains of her clothes from her body. He looked her over, seeming to like what he saw as another devilish grin crossed his face. Though his words were muttered, she could hear him all the same, and the statement made her stomach churn in disgust. He groped her breast roughly, squeezing and kneading the sensitive flesh with his clawed hand. She had sworn to herself that she wouldn't allow him the pleasure of hearing her voice, but with the situation as it was, she knew exactly what she needed to say, I would rather die. She hissed, spitting at him once more.
Thread: A damsel in darkness. (Sixth x MissMae)

Dark laughter erupted from deep in his chest in response to her defiance a guttural, otherworldly sound. So spirited... It will almost be a shame to break you. Ignorant to the spittle that flecked his face, his hand continued to rove appreciatively over her tiny form. Xyranthus grunted as he pressed his thumb roughly between her legs, seeking the softness of her cleft even if she tried to keep her legs closed against his advance. He could - and would - use his strength against her if and when she attempted to deny him his will, but her disobedience was far too arousing. In days to come, bruises would bloom across the porcelain of her thighs, and Xyranthus would admire his handiwork. He relinquished his hold on her now, turning his attention to himself. His clawed fingers worked at the fasteners on his pants until his length sprang free. Even in the dark dankness of the dungeon, the dark flesh glistened. She was excused from the sight of his full twelve inches, and as Xyranthus wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, his wings twitched in time with the throb of his member. The demon kept his prize safely coveted beneath him despite there being nary another soul around who would dare try and claim her from him. His wicked finger collected a large dribble of precum, and he leered as he offered the digit to her. Suck, he ordered.
Thread: A damsel in darkness. (Sixth x MissMae)

Mae jerked away from his every touch, making her disdain for him crystal clear. But no matter how hard she tried to keep her legs closed, his strength was too much for her. He was rough as he groped her untouched slit, pressing down harder than any normal man could ever do. Still, she would rather die than let this man have his way. She watched him carefully as he let go of her in favor of shedding himself of his pants, barely even taking the time to blink. Though it was dark inside the dungeon, she could just barely make out his long, glistening length as it was freed from the pants. She noticed his wings were twitching to a slow, steady beat as he hovered over her, eyeing her down like a piece of meat with a wicked kind of desire in his beastly eyes. He was just like an animal, desperate to claim her and prove himself to be the alpha. Her eyes trailed his hand as he used it to wipe up a glob of the precum already dripping from his cock, offering it to her as though it was some kind of treat. To what must have been his surprise, she opened her mouth, taking the long finger into her mouth and she tried not to flinch at the unfamiliar taste. She sucked once, just like he asked, before biting down hard on the finger, not letting up until she could taste the copper taste of blood.
Thread: A damsel in darkness. (Sixth x MissMae)

Indeed, the demon lord was surprised at her acquiescence as she took his finger into her mouth. It was warm and yielding and Xyranthus took the liberty of probing deeper into the orifice, fouling her tongue with his seed. He grinned almost triumphantly, and if his ego had been less inflated he might have realised that said triumph had been obtained far too easily. Focussed entirely on more carnal thoughts, he was rudely interrupted when Maes teeth clenched down hard on the digit. Xyranthus wings retracted suddenly and he loosed a howl of pain for even immortal demon-lords could bleed and feel pain especially when their attention is focussed elsewhere. Xyranthus snatched hold of her jaw with his remaining fingers, using it as leverage to pull her face closer to him as he leaned in towards her, furious. His foul breath poured over her. You wretch, he seethed, sullying her lip and chin with his dark blood as he tugged his finger free. His ire was an almost tangible thing pouring off him in waves as he roughly dragged her toward him with no regard for the cobblestone beneath her. His original purpose renewed, the demon hunkered down as he clutched hold of the girl, manipulating her legs apart with one hand while his other gripped the base of his cock firmly, waiting for the opportunity to push the length of it between her legs. I will break you, he promised. There will come a day not far from now that you will beg for me to fill you with my cock, with my seed. You will lust for me while heavy with whelp, and I will only sate you when I deem to do so.
Thread: A damsel in darkness. (Sixth x MissMae)

She got a sick kind of joy in hearing him howl, in seeing the pain on his face. The joy didn't last long, however, as yanked his bloody finger free, spreading the dark substance onto her face as he did. Before he had seemed to find her resistance fun, a challenge of sorts. Now, however, there was nothing but anger, rolling off of him in waves as he crouched above her, breathing heavily onto her before yanking her forward harshly on the damp cobblestone floor. He was strong enough to force her legs apart with ease no matter how she tried to resist, and he wasted no time in lining himself up with her virginal slit. His words made her sicker than his touches had, promises of breaking her, of filling her with seed until she was with child. The thought of carrying this monster's child disgusted her to no end. I will kill myself before I have your child. She hissed back, venom lacing her every word.
Thread: A damsel in darkness. (Sixth x MissMae)

Her defiance did not amuse him this time. His left hand held her fast by the underside of her thigh thumb pressing roughly into the hollow between her thigh and groin. He didn't need the wicked claws to cause her serious pain, his strength would serve him well enough. Xyranthus knelt on one knee, eyes gleaming. He could smell her despair, her disgust as he guided his length towards her. She was going to stretch for him, and it would not be quick. It would not be painless. There would be blood for blood. He parted her delicate lips with his bulbous head, stroking himself as he trailed it back and forth through her slit. If she had only behaved then this might have been more pleasant for her. He could be generous when he wished to be he had offered her the choice of silks or stone at her back, had he not? Had the little wretch obeyed, he might have even seen to offering her a touch of her own pleasure before he took his own. Alas. His nostrils, almost bovine in appearance, quivered in anticipation as his cock rubbed over the bony prominence of her entrance and throbbed. Another great glob of pre-cum oozed out of his slit, and he grunted as he anointed himself with it against her flesh. She could struggle, scream, and spit upon him all she liked and it would do her no good. You will be begging for my cock before you are begging for your death. He growled, and his tail lashed against the iron bars. For you will be bound to me. Nights will come when you cannot sleep for the height of your arousal. You will thirst, but no amount of water will slake it. You will hunger, and the food will be but ash in your mouth. The thick, black length pulsated malevolently, spilling another globule of pre-cum directly inside her. A promise of what was to come. His leathery lips pulled back across his teeth. His words turned serpentine. You will desire me above all else. Above life, above death. He pushed the bulbous head of his cock into her, saddling himself with her pussy. Already he had taken her womanhood, feeling it tear as she stretched and strained to accommodate him. Once inside, Xyranthus began to rut her with abandon, his wings unfurling once more as he forced his way closer to the neck of her womb with the intention of spilling his thick seed deep within her.