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Thread: Mass Effect: Jack/Miranda (AlureNova x Javorcek)

I know youre not fragile. I know youre tough I justI have no control Itsscaryyanno? Jack grimaced a little bit, hating to admit that anything put fear into her. But loss of control was one of the things she was terrified of being reduced to her base instincts as she had been at Pragiato just be nothing more than a tool for someone elses stronger will. Now as an adult, whether it was a little mass effect field she was playing with in her hand or a giant shockwave sent barreling into a group of enemies, Jack knew everything about her powers how to manipulate them, how hard they would hit, how wide they would arc and how far they would travel. As reckless as she seemed in the middle of a gun fight Jack was always in control of herself and her biotics. She sighed a little bit in Mirandas arms. It looked like there would be no convincing her lover that they should sleep in separate rooms. The Operative was brave, Jack had to give her that. As much as Jack hated to admit it, she enjoyed the fact that Miranda was her equal. A strong, passionate woman who wasnt afraid of anythingMiranda seemed like just the girl for her. Alrightits your funeral. The young biotic grumbled as she was led to the bed. And I wanna be the little spoon she muttered under her breath as they crawled beneath the comforter. Stupid Miranda and her stupid little spoon shitJack had actually liked it. It was nice to have someone hold her and she wanted that again tonight. At least she was comfortable enough in their relationship to admit it, even if her admission was a little on the begrudging side. Jack willed her body to relax as she settled onto her side, back facing Miranda. It didnt take much, Mirandas bed was so much softer than her cot in Engineering. The soft sheets and heavy blankets made it hard for Jack to stay tensed up. She scooted back a little bit, pressing herself fully against Miranda and letting their legs get tangled up together. I love yougnight. Jack murmured. She could feel that Miranda was awake, but barely. Jack let one of her calloused hands come down to rest ontop of Mirandas that was draped around her waist. She brought their hands up so that she could kiss the back of her lovers knuckles before returning their hands to lay back over her flat stomach. She tried her best to stay awake. Jack didnt trust herself to go back to sleep again. But the feeling of Mirandas soft body pressed up against her back was incredibly relaxing. It made the young biotic melt against her, enjoying the feeling of a good cuddle. The Operatives warm breath flowing down Jacks neck and bared, tattooed back made her calm down. She focused on that the sound and feeling of Mirandas breathing rather than the zillion other thoughts that tormented her mind. She felt her eyelids getting heavier and tried her best to keep them open.but it was too hardthe little bit of sleep she had gotten before her nightmare was too tempting. And soon Jack drifted off, making a mental note to set her internal clock for 645 ship timethat should give her plenty of time to sneak out before the morning crew woke up.
Thread: Mass Effect: Jack/Miranda (AlureNova x Javorcek)

Oh fuck Jack groaned. Most people overlooked her breasts, they were small, didnt call much attention to themselves. But Miranda was so lovingly licking and nibbling at her poor little sensitive nubs that Jack wished desperately that she could cum in under ten minutes to find a little relief. She was too preoccupied with the amount of time they had left to fool around, shed never be able to orgasm while worrying about how the hell she was going to sneak out of here on time. MmmphMirandaplease She beggednot even sure what she was begging for. More time perhaps? Half of her was contemplating just sneaking through the ventilation ducts and just holing up in here for another half hour. But Shepard would probably want to talk about her outburst yesterday. Fucking Shepardget out of her thoughtsshe was trying to have a little sex here! Shitthere were too many distractions, shed never be able to cum. Jack whimpered, her hips bucking. Where the hell had Miranda learned to do that thing with her fingers? It was driving Jack absolutely insane. As much as her body wanted to just get lost in the onslaught of pleasure, she knew the whole thing would be a lost cause. She was going to be a wreck all day, fantasizing about all the naughty things she was going to do to the Operative when they were alone once again. Might as well make Miranda as horribly horny as she was. Thats it, youre in so much fucking trouble now. Even the threat was coated in a sweet moan, losing most of her authoritative tone. Shit, Miranda was turning her into a whimpering, begging little mess. Her kinky little sub might give her a run for her money after all. Five minutes. Jack panted, her internal clock still ticking. The young biotic flipped them both over, whimpering as Mirandas slid free from her sex from all their rolling around. She was going to miss the touchbut what she had in mind was going to make everything totally worth it. Keep track of time. Jack ordered as she pinned Mirandas hips to the bed and scrambled down her body with a little less grace than she would have liked. In her eagerness she pried her lovers legs apart and immediately dove face first into her waiting sex, absolutely devouring her. Jack wasnt sure if she could get Miranda to climax in five minutes, but she sure as hell was going to give it her best shot. Soft pouty lips immediately wrapped themselves around Mirandas engorged clit, suckling on the little bundle of nerves gently. Her tongue on the other hand was not as tender. Jack mercilessly teased and tormented the little nub with her silken apendage. Her tongue kept alternating between flicking and fluttering, making it hard for Miranda to relax and find a rhythm. Strong hands spread her lovers toned thighs a little wider as Jack settled in to get comfortable. It was so easy for her to get lost in the taste and scent of her lovers sex, Jack wouldnt be able to keep track of time while between Mirandas legs at all.
Thread: Great Gospel of a Soldier's Honor. ( Dameon x CannibalisticKisses)

The church's acoustics startled him momentarily, he hadn't had expected the wave of nostalgia just from hearing his own voice bounce off these walls, but it did. The momentary distraction dissolved as a musical voice called back. He had expected someone to be here, but moreso an old caretaker, or a priest, instead he was greeted by what felt like a ghost. A welcome ghost that suddenly made him feel five years younger, like the boy that had never seen war. She looked like she hadn't aged a day, if only growing more into her grace. Her hair was a bit longer, she was wearing more pink now, but other than that it was like he'd seen her the day before. There was a momentary pause and Zack felt a sudden panic in the back of his mind lunge forward. She'd probably thought he was dead, since for all intents and purposes he was. He hadn't sent a single word to friend, family or colleague for years, and she'd probably thought after the first month or two that he'd be lost to her. She'd probably have moved on, met someone else. With her being the type of person she was it would have been impossible for another guy, or two dozen other guys, to fall for her, and try to win her over. She never struck him as the forever-in-mourning type, smiling just came too naturally to her. He was probably just bringing back the memories of loss and abandonment by coming back, and she- His own inner monologue was cut short as the five foot three, light weight woman thrust into his stomach with enough force to cause him to half stumble before he caught himself. He felt the small, lithe arms wrap around his waist and squeeze tightly enough that he thought for a moment his belt was on too tight and he had to catch his breath. He was nearly twice her size and weight, but none of that mattered in that moment, she'd managed to hit him with enough force that he'd have been knocked flat had his training not come into play. He should have been thinking about her, asking her how she'd been, what had happened, explain where he was this whole time, that he'd never forgotten about her, but...none of that felt right. Instead all he could do was raise his arms up, place one hand at the back of her head, the other across the small of her back and return the embrace. The church's flower filled aroma mixed with the smell of the natural perfume that came from her hair and he pressed his lips to the crown of her head, holding it momentarily before letting just his chin rest atop her head. The moment's embrace lingered and he finally took a deep breath before forcing himself to break the silence. ...I like the dress. He didn't break the embrace, partly for fear that she might disappear and this was all a dream ten years in the making, but his azure eyes scanned the church as he saw the blanket spread out in the middle of the floor. ...were you expecting someone?
Thread: Great Gospel of a Soldier's Honor. ( Dameon x CannibalisticKisses)

She squeezed him a bit tighter, burying deeper into the build of his chest. He smelt much as he always had, a collection of cologne and musk. But now there resided something else, something which could not entirely be placed foreign and dangerous. Upon his shoulders ivory fingers stretched, hooking against the dark cloth of his top as to try and nestle deeper into his essence. Aerith tried to withhold the tumult in her core, tried to keep halcyon, but found such difficult to achieve. Moisture dabbed to verdant orbs and threatened to spill down porcelain cheeks. Keeping to silence, for a passing time, was all the girl could do to keep from crumpling. While it remained unlikely Zack's silence stemmed from the same cause, Aerith did not seem upset by it, rather the flower girl was rather understanding. After seeing so much in varying battles, there had to be a darkness whelming inside his chest, a distance opened by having to express apathy for so long. Enveloped by the soldier's presence alone, it was all she needed to be assured that it was not another dream derives from her memory. Clenching tighter to his clothes, she found it a struggle to keep from melting under his pressed lips. emanating a soft, breathless squeak. All held moisture whelmed, beginning to ribbon down pallid cheeks without further ability to quell them. His question seemed to be the only thing which kept the pink-adorned girl from breaking down completely, if only due to it calling her full attention to divide. Watery eyes swiveled away, dressing back upon the outstretched blanket and with it the lingering picnic basket. She had nearly forgotten all about her lunch! A small peddle of laughter sounded, curling the fingers of one hand towards glossy pink lips. No, no..... I was eating here alone. I just find it so nice and peaceful... Most of the time I eat here, in that very spot. It's....rather lonely to sit at home.... Her smile diminished slightly and with it gentle angelic features churned into something pathetic and defeated. Silence pilfered through lingering sun beams for several passing beats, punctuated by a sudden hard sob. Aerith's thin shoulders drooped and took to a feeble shudder while svelte digits wrenched tight into dust-laced garb, feeling the strength to even stand upright draining abruptly away. She dipped into his body, clasping tight for support lest the poor girl collapse into a heap at his feet. Zack... I can't.... I can't believe you're finally back... I missed you for so long....
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Thread: Scorceror's Conquest (closed for Slashed007)

Syndralig looked out over his dark citadel. It was still largely new and he could still look out where the once barren environment was starting to grow again with a lush eerie green color. The sorcerer smiled flexing his fingers around his obsidian and dark red staff as he sat on the throne. This region, known as Atla was his first true conquest since he had revealed himself. In short order three small kingdoms and a theocratic society had been razed by his power and his growing army, a hellish lot full of dark soldiers and even darker daemons under his control. The sorcerer stood six three, his skin was warmly tanned and exuded a mystical red energy at times when he connected with his god. His robes were black and red with the occasional purple accent and his black hair was still short from when he had shaved it prior to his reveal. His eyes were warm and inviting as a summer smile and he was said to have the power to charm entire armies to his course. But for the moment he was collecting himself for his next move. The planet was large, far bigger than Atla and it's farms and mines. Syndralig meant to rule the planet and unearth every secret and power at his disposal. He would be the one king and without challenge or equal. But winter was arriving and his current enemies were subdued and begging for mercy. The rest would wait as he bid his time. During such time his councilors had spoken about seeding heirs for the three kingdoms he had acquired and so from each kingdom a girl was being brought forward to serve as his slave and eventual wife. Syndralig had no need for children or heirs as of yet, his had given him much already but it didn't mean he was any stranger or opposite to carnal pleasures, in fact he reveled in them as was the design of his master. So in the half built throne room of his Citadel Karlaon he waited continued watching the construction of his palace while his offerings were brought to him.
Thread: Scorceror's Conquest (closed for Slashed007)

There planet had come under attack and by now had fallen into the grasp of Syndralig, a well-known sorcerer. Lacey had heard tales of the conquest Syndralig went on and she heard of all the horrid tales of how he tamed the people. He had claimed so many planets already, she never understood why he wanted her home planet, Lithios. Yeah, she understood that may resources could be claimed from her planet, but this was the third planet taken. How could one person need three planets worth of resource. On top of that why in the world did he need to enslave certain citizens? Lacey had been captured a few days ago and shoved into a specially made cage. None of her clever tricks could help her escape her enclosure. She felt like a trapped animal, waiting to be displayed for someone. Laceys deep blue eyes were fixed in a constant glare, she didnt want to look vulnerable. Fear definitely plagued her heart since she had no idea where she was being taken, but she made sure her fear did not show. Her father had always taught her to be strong and strong she would be. The travel from her home planet was not particularly short, she had been shoved on multiple ships to get to Alta, thee sorcerers home planet. Her cage had been shoved into a special cargo section where other cages were located with other woman in them. They were crying quite a bit and were very beautiful. Lacey felt a pang within her heart, she really hoped they were being sacrificed and not sold off. The girls personality drove her to choose death over enslavement. A couple days passed by of being in the cage, the other girls remained silent. They seemed to fall into a fog of depression while Lacey grew angrier. Her limbs were aching from being stuck with such a small enclosure. Her legs were long and pale and clearly were not meant to be folded for long periods of time. Her chest pressed against the side of the cage when she sat up, making her nicely sized breast ache. Even more annoying was her blonde hair, which fell so far down her back that when the cage was moved her hair got stuck to parts of the cage. The men controlling the ship had started to enter more frequently which hinted that they were arriving. Lacey knew that if they were arriving at their destination she would have to face her captor and her fate. Dread started to fill her heart as she thought of all the possibilities of why she had been stolen. Despite Laceys anger and strength up to this point, she did feel afraid and she knew anyone smart enough would be able to tell.
Thread: Scorceror's Conquest (closed for Slashed007)

Once the girls' ship landed the cages were taken out with care not to smash up their cargo. The spaceport was a recent construction in Alta given the society was still somewhat primeval even with the advent of spaceflight but it was planets such as these that were left to linger in the shadow of greater power and technology. It was part of the reason Syndralig had chosen the planet given he could claim it as his own and there was little fear of reprisal from the bigger kingdoms or System of Ordered Planets. Alta was removed, distant and formerly of it's own power and utterly ripe for the plucking. While his armies had killed many men many more had flocked to his banner withotu even a simple extension of his power. Some of them were the same soldiers now putting Lacey and the other girls onto a large carriage. The head driver lashed his whip at the horses and sent them off towards the Citadel while many of the soldiers eyed the beautiful girls. A few even came close poking and prodding at the girls but a pair of dark armored soldiers barked out at them. Touch em again and you lose the hand! These girls go to the Master himself, not whores for the likes of you traitorous scum! The lead guard snarled. The other man, a turncoat soldier went back a step then tried to gather his courage. I'm no traitor, we're brothers now. He said as he looked at the man and then patted the emblem on his chest, a recently made addition to his blue uniform. The dark armored one spat and smiled cruelly at the man. You're all about cowards who pissed yourself at the first sign of defeat. Better for men to die fighting or at least be truly defeated then be like you lot now get off or I'll gut you like a fish and feed your balls to the dogs. He snarled as the carriage continued on it's way. The citadel was not far and the lead guard Grual knew that his master would take no excuse for why the newest shipment had been delivered late.
Thread: I'll Make You Love Yourself (MoistCake & Herne)

Kyle had been looking forward to going home since his day was officially done. Just a few things needed to be taken care of before he left, like checking the days notes and a couple of school related emails. He was all but done when Freya had entered. He smiled and looked up at her. That's ok, but I am heading out soon. he said cheerfully in response to her greeting. Then the emotion in her voice and expression sunk in. He wondered what had happened. Her skirt was torn. Concern replaced his rush to get home. He also felt excited by the sight of her legs through the gap in her skirt and her chest straining the front of her sweater. To have such feelings about a student was scandalous for a school counsellor. Luckily they were reserved for Freya only and its not like he would let them interfere with his professional duties. He assumed so, anyway. This attraction to Freya had started about a month ago. He'd always been fond of her but purely as a sympathetic and friendly thing. What little he could do to make her passage through education easier meant a lot to him. Then one night he'd had a dream about Freya the same age as he, mid-twenties, and they dream got kinky. When he woke up it had occurred to him that she'd matured a lot since the first time they'd met. She was practically a woman now and oh so charming with it. Scenes from the dream had kept playing through his mind. He'd been so turned on he couldn't go back to sleep. Instead he'd played with himself until it was time to get up. That morning he'd looked at himself in up and down the mirror after his shower and tried to imagine what Freya would see if she were to have a crush on him. He was handsome, pretty even. His boyish good looks and bright green eyes were framed by his shoulder length long light brown hair. He was also in great shape. That was all good but he was tall too, quite a bit taller than Freya. Would that be a negative? And yes, the age gap was a big deal. Even if she did develop a crush on him she'd surely be put off if he overstepped the line as a counsellor. Suddenly he'd found his thoughts inappropriate and pushed them out of his mind. That had all been well and good back then yet something had changed. He knew it every time he'd been in contact with her since then and seeing her now, sad and upset, it wasn't just sympathy he felt. He found her beautiful too. He sighed inside before speaking. What's the matter, Freya? he asked, putting his laptop to the side.
Thread: I'll Make You Love Yourself (MoistCake & Herne)

She saw his reaction and thought maybe that's why she liked talking to him so much, he didn't seem bothered, he actually seemed quite happy to see her it seemed. After pause, she spoke up. Well..I.. I was in my last class Gym and one of my classmates decided to trip me.. She let out softly, I'd forgotten my gym strip.. So she told me it would be better if I just not try.. since.. I'd only bug other people by how much I'd stink or how horrible everything looks bouncing as I run.. and.. Other things like that.. My skirt got snagged and ripped..and.. I don't know how much I can take of this.. Everyday it's something.. I'm so tired.. I don't want to be teased or laughed at anymore. She adjusted her thin rimmed oval glasses against her eyes again, trying to hide the fact that at any moment she'd burst into tears, taking soft, shaky breaths as Freya tried to conceal just how upset this made her, I know I'm ugly.. I know I'm fat.. I wish they'd just let me suffer in peace. This was the first time she'd ever openly admitted how she saw herself, that she thought they were right. Freya was a young, lovely girl and yet she believed she was completely unattractive because of bullying every day, every time she went to school or entered the classrooms she had to deal with this. Tears were rolling down her cheeks at those self-harmful words, she let out a soft hiccup as her couple tears turned into soft sobs, she shook her head, slipping off her glasses to rub her eyes. I'm sorry.. this is so stupid.. I should be stronger.. I shouldn't keep bugging you with all this.. I just.. um.. she wiped at her eyes, staring up to the man as she tried to control herself, You.. always listen and make me feel better.. She felt her cheeks flush a bit, he may or may not have noticed, if there eyes met, or the two touched even briefly she'd light up in the face bright red. Freya obviously realized how handsome he was, but she never deluded herself to thinking he'd ever be interested in her.