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Thread: A Timid Pet(Private Puppy+Anjeru)

A s he neared the top, he caught faint words in his ears. Not quite loudly enough to make every syllable out, but certainly enough to find what it was that she said, or at least something so close that he assumed he had a rather good guess. When the words hit his ears, his head turned a bit to her, but did not turn completely. A sort of deviant smile played on his lips for this mere fraction of a second. Here, my Dear. One of his hands stretched and grasped the handle, giving it a slow turn before casting the door open. The same hand gestured inside, which, revealed a rather large bed, adorned in a multitude of pillows, and too many blankets to guess at. There were three doors in this room, the one they were soon to enter in, one which led to a closet, and one that led to the room's personal bathroom. This can be your room, if it suits you. I shall not enter unless granted permission from you, and you alone.
Thread: A Timid Pet(Private Puppy+Anjeru)

T hat soft, but slightly deviant smile caught her attention, but only a slight so. The small woman stepped up beside Alexius to peer into the room, taking it in with a sense of awe. She in no way deserved this treatment, such extravagence as this room held - it amazed her. Her dirty but youthful face turned to allow her to look up into the mysterious lord's face, at the sash that hid his eyes from view, and the beautiful lockes of his white hair. A soft smile caused the edges of her lips to curl. As you wish, Lord Valquest. she said, but knowing that deep down, she wouldn't be able to deny him anything...she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to. Maybe this was her destined fate and this was meant to be where she lived out her destiny. S haylee stepped into the room and once again admired its elegance. Never had she seen a room as nice as this, except for the Duke's. Never had a servant she'd ever known received such a wonderful place to retire. She turned back to Alexius with a soft blush barely visible beneath the dirt on her face. Would you mind terribly if I were to leave your company long enough to bathe?
Thread: Relationships in Danger (Dream and Kiss)

Leon slammed the door behind himself, sealing the small cabin from the outside world. He slammed home the bolt on the door, something that should have been comforting, but somehow the thing strip of metal didn't give very much comfort. He coudl still hear the oncoming horde of Ganados walking towards his location and a glimpse out the window only confirmed that fact. It might have been better if he hadn't have looked because watching the zombie like villagers shuffle over the bridge towards his position was hardly very comforting. Leon unconciously ran his hands over his weapons as he thought, remembering their positions with his hands. Pistol in his shoulder holster with extra clips, shotgun slung across his back by its strap, several grenades handing on his belt, and his always trusty knife always in place. It wasn't a dauting arsenal but with the walls to help funnel the Ganados it might be enough. A sound suddenly caught his attention and he spun, drawing his pistol to see Luis with a weapon pointing at him as well. Both men let out a sigh of relief at the same time and lowered their weapons. Luis what are you doing here? Leon asked, turning his attention back outside. You know wandering the contry side. I thought this looked like a good place to hang out. So who is this? Luis asked, looking at Leon's partner with an obviously appraising stare running over the fit woman.
Thread: Relationships in Danger (Dream and Kiss)

Anya furrowed her brows, lips curled into a scowl of sorts as she glared towards Luis. His stare irritated the already frustrated woman. She had no time for the fool to have his gaze and hormones running rampant! While Leon had lowered his weapon, her own was still raised rather high a small submachine gun earlier bought from the neighborly merchant whom seemed to creep from all the shadows. My name is Anya Severe....as if it were any of your concern Luis. Her tone dripped in venom. This kitten had the bite of a rattler as it seemed. Bi-toned eyes rolled a moment while clenched teeth gave a flash of sorts. Don't stare too long. Your eyes will dry from lack of blinking. Another bitter pitch while turning away from the tanned male to face Leon. He looked a bit more calm than she...though only the Heavens above knew how such a feat was conceived. Now what do we do? Sit here and mow them all down until our weapons are all gone? Thin brows arched in question. Licks of black ebony and almost alabaster blonde streaked tresses toppled along milk toned flesh. I mean.... Fuck. Brows knitted together as her slender face scrunched with lush pale petals twisting towards the side. In three large steps her frame had taken resident beside Kennedy's with sick green and royal blue eye narrowed upon the masses of yelling bodies outside. They disgusted her really, zombie like and yet clearly human in intelligence along with a more human stance. I can't even tell what the fuck they are screaming half the time...What the shit is their problem? Jaw tensed. Well apparently it was some kind of fucking thing. She had spied a few that sprouted giant worm like creatures with blades on their cranium. That wasn't fucking human at all. Shoulders squared at the thought. If we are just going to sit here and defend ourselves then we need to block off the doors and windows. All work this one was. She paid attention well in class. Enough so to not only save her ass by make her a hard bitch to down. Gaze wondered, scanning around until it promptly fell upon a worn bookcase. This will have to do. I guess we have to keep clear on one window... She sighed before walking over. Anya let her weapon drop, strap keeping it towards a flared hip while glove clad palms lifted to lay upon the side of the case. Get out of my way. Female growled as she shoved. Boots offering little squeaks upon tarnished floors with the scream of wood across wood blaring at her ears.
Thread: Relationships in Danger (Dream and Kiss)

Sorry for being gone for so long. There was a death in the family and things have just kind of calmed down. Fiesty and all of that with ballistics to match. You do have interesting friends Leon. Luis said, looking Anya up and down as she set her hands against the bookcase, resting his eyes on her ass last of all. Leon shot him a look, telling the spanish man to back off and with a shrug went off in order to block up one of the other windows. Leon returned to his post by the open window and smashed one of the window panes with the butt of his pistol, the moans of the Ganados drowning out the sound of falling glass. He poked the weapon through the hole, the laser sight flashing across the distance to rest on one Ganados's chest. THe pistol barked twice, twin bursts of red marking the creature's chest. The thing staggered but instead of going down like any normal human the creature straightened and continued forward. The next shot smashed into its forehead. Leon continued to place his shots, slowing the hoard while the other two covered the windows. His gun clicked dry and Leon backed away from the window ejecting the still smoking clip out of the weapon. Anya spray them.
Thread: The first SeeD of trouble (Zafirah, godfang)

While Rinoa would never have admitted this to anyone, she was no stranger to... well, sexy dreams. The sheer amount of sexual tension that had been building up among her friends while they journeyed to save the world was nothing short of astounding-- but she'd always been the odd one out when it came to the SeeDs, and she wasn't -really- surprised when she found out who Squall's heart really belonged to. She didn't blame him, really the other woman had been there when she couldn't be, and that went a long way to settling those questions. No, she was no stranger to those sorts dreams. But they had never been so... vivid. So extensive. And so... well, so thorough. As she started to wake, shifting slightly as she curled out from the fetal position, one of the first things she became aware of was the lingering dampness between her legs. The second thing she became aware of was that she was unusually sore-- sore in ways that she hadn't felt since the war against Ultimecia, ways that usually had to be mended with healing magic. And then there was the crisp seawater tang in the air, reminding her of the time she'd spent at Fisherman's Horizon some months back-- Wait. She hadn't been near the sea for weeks now. Why was she smelling the ocean? A shock of fear rose up her spine, waking her fully, but Rinoa gulped her fear down, trying to stay calm for a bit longer and took in her surroundings. She was in a ratty hotel room-- the sort that the Forest Owls had moved between so long ago when the only concern in her world was freeing Timber. She was still dressed in her traveling clothes, though they were wrinkled and a little stinky. She had no idea how she'd gotten here, and she had no idea who had put her here, and... oh, she hoped this wasn't why she had had so many dreams... Instinctively, she closed her eyes and let her heart search out for the Guardian Forces that had come with her, willing them to Junction with her and arm her... but there was nothing. Siren and Carbuncle's presences just weren't there. The cold knot in her stomach tightened, threatening to send her into a panic, but just as she started to give in she felt... something else. Another Guardian Force, but... older. Stronger. Primeval. Just the sensation of it in the back of her head was enough to send a chill up her spine, and this unknown force was with her, bound to her, or maybe she to it. Well, whatever it was, it was the only clue she had. Rinoa took a deep breath and reached out to the presence lurking within her, calling it forth to the material world...
Thread: The first SeeD of trouble (Zafirah, godfang)

One would question, what is it like to live as a Guardian Force? What do they do while theyre not being summoned and protecting those they were junctioned to? Do they have little house somewhere, with little book cases where they keep their reading materials? The answer, like one would suspect, is no. Guardian forces are simply creatures who exist in the minds of those they are junctioned to. And as such, when they arent in the material world, they wander in the minds of their hosts. They see their memories, their past, and sometimes they even stumble across hidden desires or other deep rooted psyches. He, is a guardian force. One who existed long before others. He came from a time when names arent needed, and ever since that time, he did what he was supposed to do. He guarded. He was the sentinel who pushed back the darkness encroaching on the land of men. Now people would tell him that he is a guardian force, yet in those times, people would tell him he is a guardian god. He took pride in such claims, yet he knows he isnt a god. He is one who wields strength, and would often use it to protect, yet he is no saint either. He has fallen to desire and worldly lust, just like the humans he protects, but he never considered it to be a bad thing. He flits from one part of her memory, those of her childhood, of innocent times, to a time where a golden haired man would take her in bed. The guardian scoffed at the mans puny effort to please her. He is simply a mere man, and could not compare to the ways the guardian ravaged her. Just as he enjoyed watching her memories of the endless nights she rode him, a mental ping appeared. Apparently the girl in question is summoning him, and he obeyed. His form, naked save the loincloth and the ceremonial armbands around his powerfull arms, materialized before her. His hair, long and wild, like an untamed forest, smells just like the leaves of a woodland grove. Landing softly on the bed, he knelt in front of her, face mere inches away from hers. His canines are long and flawless white. Another round? He asked with his deep growling voice.
Thread: The first SeeD of trouble (Zafirah, godfang)

Rinoa's voice stuck in her throat as the Guardian Force made itself manifest in front of her. Her hands twisted in the sheets as he came down to her level-- her sitting on the bed, him kneeling before her-- and as his scent washed over her, it stirred a strange longing within her body. A familiar, wantful ache that only tightened her grip on her sheets.. He it, she reminded herself desperately-- Guardian Forces didn't have genders, did they? was... gorgeous was not the right word. Gorgeous implied something human, or sculpted, and though this body was muscular, powerful, and ruggedly handsome, there was something... not quite human about the way he was looking at her. What frightened her more was that something about the hunger in his voice was also very familiar. An... another what? Rinoa mumbled as she shrank back from him, eyes wide with a mixture of fear, and dawning, gnawing memory. I... I just wanted to find out what was going on, she said, her own voice trembling. Who -are- you? Why am I here?
Thread: The first SeeD of trouble (Zafirah, godfang)

Another round..Of mating. Came the blunt reply. Banter and modesty were beyond him. He gently pushed her back to the bed, climbing over her, moving in ways not natural for someone built so heavily. He was like a big cat, power and grace combining in his movements. We have been mating everyday for seven nights now..Perhaps you are in heat. Again, he said matter of factly. Did you not come to this lodge because you hunger for more of what we did? He hovered slightly above her, his godlike body in plain view and within her reach. The strength in his muscles were easy to see. He could probably rip a man apart with his bare hands, but those same hands are the ones that have carressed and pleasured her for many days now. We are resting in this..Horizon of fisherman, do you not remember? His voice showed a hint of concern. Despite the danger and predatory sense he is emmiting, he is, in fact, her guardian.
Thread: The first SeeD of trouble (Zafirah, godfang)

She began to say something protest as his hand came down on her shoulder, pressing her down into the bed, but lost the words as he settled over her. The bed was old she could feel the springs sagging unevenly beneath their weight the way old mattresses always sagged, and his touch was nothing short of electric. Frightening, but electric, and that much more familiar. Those dreams she'd thought she'd had were beginning to look a lot less like dreams to her mind's eye, and more like plain old memories... N-no, Rinoa responded quickly, eventually finding her tongue again. Gingerly, she reached out to him as he floated above her and lightly touched his chest-- she was having trouble thinking of him as a spirit, now, he so very definitely had a gender-- and gulped nervously. I mean, I think I might remember... you know, she added evasively, glancing away. But I don't remember getting here, or meeting you, or how we met, or... She suddenly flushed a deep scarlet. Did we really... have sex, every night for a week? Rinoa asked meekly.
Thread: The first SeeD of trouble (Zafirah, godfang)

Like a confused child, the guardian tilted his head to the side and frowned. His weight didnt shift at all, staying on top of her as his hard chest rubbed her palm. Yes. Every night.. The guardian then broke into a mischievous smile, the first time today that he showed some sort of wit and emotion. All night long...His hand slides down her sides like a hunter traverses a well known path in search of his prey. And sometimes..during the day.. She can feel him grip the sides of her pants, and suddenly sliding them off by pulling them upwards, leaving her shapely legs pointing upwards. And the afternoon.. He continued, the hunger in his voice becoming more and more apparent. And sometimes... His voice trailed as he pressed his tongue on the skin behind her knee and licked upwards to her heel. We would...how did you put it? Two iron grip held her ankles in place, it was apparent his physical might was unearthly, fitting for a guardian force, but the sentience of his action, the way he seemed to have a will of his own, that she cant control is very much uncharacteristic of a guardian force, as they were supposed to be completely obedient. Ah yes...Fuck all day.. He finished by spreading her legs apart widely, giving her a good view of his body, and more importantly, the giant inhuman bulge in his loincloth. It was easily twice the size of her previous partner, and it seems like it can break her in half in the most pleasurable ways imaginable.
Thread: The first SeeD of trouble (Zafirah, godfang)

Rinoa shivered as his tongue traced the curves of her calf, squirming in his grip against the bedsheets. She'd been so caught up in watching that fathomless, hungry gaze of his that she'd not even realized he was undressing her until she felt the air against her nethers, still slick with her own wetness-- not just from her dreams but from renewed want. Her mind was going a million miles a minute, and it was hard to focus on anything but the powerful presence before her-- and, with her legs split in the air before him, primed to take him inside her, her gaze fell down to the loincloth he was wearing and the massive manhood it scarcely concealed. N-no, she gasped, shaking her head to clear it against the fog of lust that was beginning to shroud her mind, struggling in vain against the iron in his grip. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, fear, and a familiar, aching desire. We shouldn't, she added, trying to be fervent and iron-willed about the whole thing-- a sentiment undermined by the terrible vulnerability of her position, the depth of his power, and the fact that a part of her very much wanted him inside her. I don't know what you think we did, but I'm not that kind of girl... With every word, she sounded much less sure of that fact.
Thread: The first SeeD of trouble (Zafirah, godfang)

Her defiance amused him, and in a quick burst of speed, he devoured her lips, pushing his large tongue inside her mouth, invading it thoroughly. He kissed her like an animal, but he tastes like fresh spring water. Her ankle still in his vise like grip, bent backwards, almost level with her head as the guardian agresively rubbed his clothed cock on her soaking nether regions, promising her an experience that will stretch her to her utmost limits of endurance and flexibility. He continued his assault on her lips, joining his mountain breeze like breath with her hot human one. When he pulled back slightly, a strand of saliva can be seen trailing from his lips to hers. I have no problem taking you by force.. He growled as his now naked cock falls upon her stomach, showing her how deep it will penetrate her should they have sex. But perhaps you prefer to enjoy it as well? He said motioning for her to touch his rod with her small hands. It looks like they cant even wrap around it fully, as the cock was as thick as a womans wrist.
Thread: The first SeeD of trouble (Zafirah, godfang)

The panic that had been building in the back of her head threatened to scream as he leaned in over her, stifling anything she might have said with weight and lips and more. Rinoa's eyes widened briefly as his tongue invaded her mouth-- but he tasted like the outdoors, like purity, something older than she could imagine, and what was left of her protest was sundered. Her eyes fluttered shut as she sucked back on his tongue, drinking his presence into her, letting go of the fears that had so recently knotted her insides together. A third presence-- his hands on her ankles, bending her over backwards, his lips and tongue in her mouth, and suddenly the unmistakable sensation of that massive cock rubbing against her lower lips-- took her breath away in a wanton, moan. Her back arched sharply, pressing against him with what little leverage her awkward position could manage, until he pulled away. When her eyes fluttered open again, there was a distant, almost dazed but paying rapt attention to his words. Rinoa licked absently at her lips, catching her breath as she dabbed the strand of spittle into her mouth with her tongue, and looked down to her stomach where his cock now rested as the slap of skin on skin reaches her ears. Wordlessly, she shifted as best she could and wove her arms downwards, reaching gingerly, hesitantly, for his manhood, only half-remembering what she's supposed to do with something that large-- but the memory of her dream catches up with her. Guided by half-remembered memory, she places both of her small hands at the base of the shaft and slowly stroking upwards, circling it between both hands and caressing upwards, lingering beneath the head of the rod. Was-- was it always this big? she murmured anxiously, mostly to herself.
Thread: The first SeeD of trouble (Zafirah, godfang)

You made it bigger once..by putting it in your mouth. He told her. The guardian purred at her touches. She may act like an innocent girl, but her hands are truly talented. He howled suddenly, rubbing his massive cockhead on her cunt, using her hands to stabilize it and keep the long rod in position. When he thrusted inside her, he caused friction to both her palm and her cunt, which he spreads wide with the thick shaft. His thrusting lacked technique, subtlety and refinement, but his thickness, intensity and obvious hunger for her body made up for it. His powerfull abdominals squeezed and squirmed as his hips moved back and forth, his flexing muscles a marvelous sight of masculinity, a treat for any womans eyes. His stamina clearly was also inhuman. It took the better part of an hour before he actually lets out a groan. His cock and hips relentlessly pounded the lythe human girl without mercy, trying to overwhelm her with the extended bouts of fucking. Nnngh!..You feel...so wonderfull.. He whispered.
Thread: The first SeeD of trouble (Zafirah, godfang)

He was indeed, a relentless sex machine. Hours passed as if they were mere minutes, and still his hips moved in the same fast rythm that he started out with. No human man can ever achieve this feat of endurance, and this is perhaps why so many summoners had become addicted to the guardians mighty rod. He gave out a roar of dominance everytime he feels her climax, yet gave her no chance to rest. He himself havent climaxed yet, despite the extended period of time that they fucked like wild animals. His powerfull jaws would sometimes clamp on her shoulders or legs, trying to draw a scream from her to sate his predatory instinct. Despite what may seem like an extremely taxing physical activity, she didnt feel fatigue. The guardian is an avatar of primal vitality, and his presence alone is enough to grant endurance to those he is junctioned with. Much more so when he is 'inside' them physically. His mind momentarily went back to a particular encounter with a legendary female warrior of time imemorial. The two would mate for days, due to the aura he is generating, and the warriors unmatched physical prowess. Another era has seen him in service to a courtesan famous for her sexual skills, and during this time, the courtesan made sure to teach him the intricate art of lovemaking. When her hands returned, he began changing his rythm, using one such technique he was taught. His hips moved in a slow long circular motion, stretching her walls to the side in a relaxed pace. Her leg was allowed freedom, as his hands supported his torso above hers, kissing her forehead then stealing a long hungry kiss, all the while his hips danced with hers. Am i satisfying you, summoner? His growl fell to a soft whisper, sounding suspiciously like the calm before the all-consuming storm.