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Thread: Backstage (Qedesha and Vicodin)

Rebecca was willing to take the moment as far as was needed. She smiled as she ran her hand through the girl's hair, and she then laid the girl on the couch, followed by getting on her knees in front of the couch. Rebecca tugged at Lucy's pants, and then unzipped them so that she could see the cute porcelain legs that she was going to hopefully put over her shoulders. She put her hand onto the girl's underwear, and pressed one finger against the crease that was in it, feeling the lust within her body causing her to want to play with this girl. She then unzipped the jacket that was on her to reveal the red dress that she was wearing before the show, and she slid the dress off to reveal her black panties and bra. Her legs looked like they were made from marble, along with the curves on her body. She kneeled before Lucy and then pressed her finger again against Lucy's underwear. Like this? She asked, as she moved the underwear aside and pushed a finger in.
Thread: Backstage (Qedesha and Vicodin)

Lucy's skin was flawless, her body smooth and healthy with the flush of youth. She lay back, dazed and delighted with the way that the moment had gone, eyes wide with fright and lust. Her gasp was distinct when she was touched, and her cheeks bright red as she was undressed and more so as she watched Rebecca undress. Her mound was dripping wet almost instantly, and she moaned as Rebecca's finger slid in easily, almost without resistance. Her legs spread wider and her head fell back, shaking as she nearly came at that very moment. Oh... yes... please yes... she whimpered.
Thread: Backstage (Qedesha and Vicodin)

Rebecca was about ready to eat out what was in front of her, but she loved the sounds of her partner moaning in lust. Her skin was beautiful. The porcelain color of it making Rebecca's own womanhood wet with excitement. She pushed one more finger in and started to pump the both into her, kissing the clit of her fan and then rubbing it with her other hand. She kept her face close by, so she could give a small lick every now and then. Let me know if your going to release. She said. I don't want you to yet.
Thread: Backstage (Qedesha and Vicodin)

I can't... I can't hold on... much longer... Lucy whimpered breathlessly, hips jumping and squirming with every movement of her idol's fingers. She still couldn't believe how the moment had suddenly changed, from a simple fan meeting to this delicious, taboo intimacy. Her eyes fluttered open to gaze down at Rebecca, adoration shining out of them already.
Thread: Backstage (Qedesha and Vicodin)

Go ahead. Rebecca merely said as the fingers continued to impale within her fan's body, pushing in and then out. She was hoping that she could get this idol to climax, because then it would be Rebecca's turn to feel wonderful and hot and bothered. Rebecca's own mound was starting to feel moist, as she kept plunging the fingers inside. I can wait all day for you to come.
Thread: Backstage (Qedesha and Vicodin)

She didn't have to wait much longer... Lucy was abruptly squealing, hips lifting onto the exquisite fingers inside her as she arched up, clutching at the couch, body shaking with the waves of release washing through her. She finally slumped back, smiling shyly at her idol, still not quite believing what had just happened. That was... amazing, she said softly.
Thread: Backstage (Qedesha and Vicodin)

There was a smirk on Rebecca's face. She intended to have more done to this girl. If she was going to be traveling all around the work with her, she was going to have to put out as well. Rebecca sat up on the couch. It was obvious that she was excited, because there was a big wet spot in the crease of her underwear, and she then pulled her little groupie towards her. My turn. She said, as she kissed her groupie, and then pushed her to her knees in front of her. Please me. I want to release as well.
Thread: Backstage (Qedesha and Vicodin)

The teen's hands trembled as she reached out to lay her hands on Rebecca's thighs, caressing the smooth skin, then sliding up to tug gently on the woman's panties. She'd tasted herself briefly in the kiss and that knowledge excited her as much as the intense erotic moment they were sharing. Still slightly dazed from her own orgasm she shifted down, watching closely as she pulled down the woman's panties, gazing at her first view of her idol's wet womanhood.
Thread: The Burning Times ((Planning Thread))

For many years the war between witches and humans ensued. Many in charge of the government viewed those with magical abilities a threat no mortal should have abilities that called upon a strength different than the one true God. The Witch Council thought that those so ignorant should not be leading the nation. The fighting commenced in the Victorian Era, the first battle occurring in a skirmish in New York city. With guns it was easy to take down a majority of the wise ones. Magic takes time to cast. Finally, in the early 1900's, the government was able to legitimately claim victory. A law was passed that made any acts of witchcraft treason and punishable by death. Little pockets of resistance have started to reemerge in New York and other large cities across the United States. To squash this reemergence highly trained Hunters have been set out to systematically eradicate the magical threat. Entire families will be wiped out by this act of genocide. Some will be lucky and spare their lives. However, these few will be used for far more sinister acts.
Thread: The Burning Times ((Planning Thread))

Alrighty Here's the Skele for the hunter Name Vega Willowhisp Age 23 Gender Male Race Human Height 6'1 Eye Color Hazel Green Hair Blonde, long. Bio Vega's childhood could not have been more perfect. He grew up in a loving family mainly consisting of women, they managed to be happy despite the absence of his father. Yet at his seventeenth birthday, everything went to shit when he returned home from celebrations to his family, slaughtered across his floor. Everyone refused to tell him what had happened despite his pleas, every single day he asked and investigated on his own with no luck. Yet finally the day he reached eighteen years of age, the village they all lived him brought him into the town hall, and proclaimed his family was killed by the remaining rogue witches around the area. This, was nothing but a bold lie told with a heavy heart. The truth of the matter was that the village had suspected that since Vega's family was mainly women, they were all descendant of witches. That doubt, the fear alone propelled them to kill innocent women in their sleep, without warning or discretion. But no, they were too cowardice to admit their mistake, to tell the truth to their one son, their one brother that had his own heart carved out of his chest at the sight. Six years have passed since the day of his family's death, and every single day since then he did nothing but practice, train in the way of the sword, the only weapon known to be able to kill witches immediately, without spells or ineffective guns. His life now had one purpose, and one purpose alone To become the world's greatest Witch hunter, so that he could extract his pain and revenge on every single woman of their race. Perhaps then, they would feel equal pain.
Thread: The Burning Times ((Planning Thread))

Name Moira Foster Age 18 Gender Female Race Witch Height 57 Eye Color Deep Violet Hair Color Golden Red Bio Moira Foster has been raised by her grandmother since the age of three. Her parents died in drive by shooting in the city while they were enjoying an evening out at the theatre. Lucky for Moira it was unknown that the pair were actually witches, leaving her grandmother to raise her unhindered and in a highly protected environment. Despite the dangers her grandmother taught the girl how to use the magic coursing through her veins. From a young age she learned the Craft and excelled in many aspects. Over the years she developed especially in healing, charms, and shimmering into the Ethereal and dreamscape. Rare but difficult use talents. Recently her grandmother has fallen ill and despite all of her effort, Moira can not heal her. In desperation the young and beautiful witch has considered going into the city to find her the proper medicine or at least a doctor to come visit her. Because her grandmother is her only family left she has extreme loyalty to the old woman and would do anything to make sure she was safe.
Thread: The Burning Times ((Planning Thread))

Name Leader Nathanial Jacob Gender Male Age 40 Race Human Height 60 EyeColor Blue Hair Black with lot of gray Some said they were the next step in man's evolution. However, some saw them for the threat they were, they saw them as the children of Satan. In the past church and state had remained separate as the power of the church diminished. Till the witches began to show their ugly heads, and it became evident to all god fearing people, that they were an abomination, that could only be resolved through eradication. Still in this enlightened age, others saw them as a misunderstood minority that should be protected. Nathanial was not such a person, he felt anyone that showed such traits was nonhuman, and wasnt a child of God and thus in no way protected by any laws meant for Gods chosen. So he rose in stature till he became the leader of the Witch Eradication Department, and now was in charge of the national witch problem. Though for Nathanial it wasnt just enough to kill them, he wanted to break them, and took it as personal pride to get directly involved in certain cases
Thread: Red ((Broken Knight and Vivid))

It was a beautiful day to be sure. A bright and merry yellow sun hung in the pale blue sky. Clouds, white and cottony, drifted aimlessly across the palate of blue. Birds were singing their early morning prelude and the fresh clean scent of late spring surrounded the small town. To most this was the perfect day. It was warm, sunny, and simply stunning. There were many things that could be done on a day like this. Elaine had decided to visit her grandmother, who lived in the woods that surrounded the village. It had been a long while since she had seen her and Elaine figured that such a day was perfect for them. Although it was early morning, the beautiful young woman was already out and walking on the path through the wood. Around her arm was a large basket full of goodies. Nothing pleased the girl more than having a nice picnic with her nana along the side of the creek that trickled behind the old cabin. The brilliant rays of the sun were catching Elaines hair at its finest. It was bright red with flecks of gold and orange and it made her look like she was radiating light. Her soft leather boots made barely any noise against the dirt path. A full skirt swished around her ankles and a smile was on her full lips. Nothing could be done to ruin such a wonderful day. Little did she know that something had its eye on her as she made it through the woods. This time around she had decided to take the path that wound around the same creek that was behind her grandmas quaint home. Although she was only a few months from being a full adult, eighteen, she still behaved like a carefree child while no one was around. She spent the trip giggling and jumping in the water, enjoying the simple things that life had to offer. Near midday she made it to her grandmothers and knocked on the door. Grandmother! she called, inviting herself in before she answered. Grandmother I brought you a basket of goodies! I thought we could spend the day talking. It has been awhile.
Thread: Red ((Broken Knight and Vivid))

The wolf had known for quite some time that he needed to find a female. Humanity had hunted wolves nearly to complete extinction. For hundreds of miles, he searched for a female. For any wolf like him. There was none left, only the four legged ferals. The wolf had decided that odds being what they were, it would be a better idea to steal a human girl away. There was certain magics, something entirely foreign to human, magic, that would be able to transform a human girl into a wolf like him. But, he had to do it just right, he had to specifically pick just the right human girl. Not only for the transformation to be effective and take hold, but to bear spring after the transformation. He was tall, lean and strong as hell. His fingers tipped in claws, his hands resembled and were referred to, as paws, though he retained the flexible fingers. He had a long, fluffy tail, two tall, pointed ears, tipped in white. The rest of his fur was a stark black. As with everything about him, over the years of generations that led up to him, wolves had evolved in accordance with their dwindling numbers. Black fur helped him blend with darkness, pads on his feet and hands helped him move silently. He could pick out a specific person from a mile away on scent alone. He was in a tree, his deep blue eyes focused on her. It wasn't like he was going to jump out of a bush and yell Surprise!, jump on her and drag her off. That wouldn't suit his plans in the least. He needed her to cooperate. He needed her to do what he wanted without question. As the rabbit that had previously been shaking in fear in the bush quickly hops away from her, he gets a grand idea. That grand mother of hers... She certainly adored the old bat. Maybe... Deciding that the best plan, the wolf took off ahead of the girl, moving at a much quicker pace. Arriving at the home before the girl, he was doing some scouting. He couldn't go in after the grandmother just yet, since the girl was just a few minutes behind. Instead, he decided to take a place in a tree some distance away where he could keep an eye on the home, and anyone entering or leaving it. Particularly the leaving part.
Thread: Red ((Broken Knight and Vivid))

Some pleasantries were exchanged inside. Every time that Elaine came to visit, her grandmother would always gush and tell her that she grew more beautiful each passing day as a greeting. It was a sweet thing for the old lady to do. Elaine had never found herself that attractive. Then again she never cared to look in a mirror too often, only to see if her hair was in place. Elaine inquired about her health and what all the old woman had been up to. Not much, it would seem. With all of the wolves disappearing it was easier to raise some chickens and have a small garden. It meant that she did not have to run into town as often. Not with her bad hip. She was extremely pleased with the fruits, cheeses, and chocolate that her favorite granddaughter had brought her. It took no coaxing at all for Elaine to get her to go outside towards the old creek. Its so lovely out today, the elderly woman warbled. The weather was a favored subject of hers. It was easy to remember and it always was happening. I am happy to see that after such a long winter we get a beautiful spring. I love it, Elaine added. The village has been really lively lately and so much has been going on. You should enter the goddess festival. Such a beautiful young girl would likely be chosen to represent the fertility goddess. You always say that, nana, and I always decide not to. Other girls want it more than me. I dont understand why they would be so interested. It is something to be named the most beautiful maid of the village. The girl picked is normally married in a few months Elaine sighed. Always, always marriage with this old bat! She chuckled and shook her head.
Thread: Red ((Broken Knight and Vivid))

He had to come up with a plan to steal the girl away, except that the girl had to have some degree of willingness to it. He could take her and rape her over and over again to his heart's content, but without at least some small degree of consent from her, he'd heard stories of females that wouldn't become impregnated through force because of sheer will. He couldn't risk that. So, as he continued to stalk her, his mind continued to move. Seeing her out in the back, near the stream with an elderly woman, he could tell that she was quite enamored with the old bat. That gave him a rather good idea. If she cared for this old crone, then he could use that against her. The wolf was certain that he could easily over power both of them. So, he simply had to catch the two off guard, threaten the young beauty with her old woman's life and then take her. What that girl didn't know was that she was going one way or another. The only difference was, would the old woman be alive when she left. Standing in his tree, watching the two at the creek, his tail flicks. He had a plan, simply to wait until they were on his turf, inside the forest again. There, he could sneak up on the pair before they got back home and...
Thread: Red ((Broken Knight and Vivid))

Elaine strolled with her grandmother along the riverbed, soaking in the sun and the odd observations from the old woman. Like how the river wasnt flowing as strongly when it had always been the way it was. How the birds were loud and the redhead beauty could scarcely hear them. All of these little things that no one would notice the elderly woman had. Then again it never really occurred to Elaine that she had lived out here and would notice such things. Into the woods they headed. There was a nice clearing just a little bit inside of it, almost a perfect circle of plush grass and a break in the ceiling where sun was able to drift down. This had been one of their favorite spots since the wolf population had been cut back. Elaine smiled, helping her grandmother over some trickier rocks and stumps. I am getting too old for this trek, her grandmother said in a huff. My old bones cant take this sort of climbing anymore. Are you admitting that something is getting to you? Elaine teased with a chuckle. Girl, you are getting cheeky. No man is going to want you with a tongue like that! That is perfectly fine by me! The old woman let out an agitated sigh and gave Elaine a cross look. You are such a willful, spoiled girl sometimes. Elaine whatever are we going to do with you?
Thread: Red ((Broken Knight and Vivid))

It wasn't like they were exactly hard to track. He could smell the younger's scent from half a mile away. It was unmistakable, alluring and it permeated his every thought when he could smell her. He knew what he was going to do and just how he was going to do it. The older of the two was the girl's weak point. He could tell that she cared for her elder. He'd use that against her. Oh, he'd never harm the younger one. He knew what his plan was and how he'd break her into coming with him. Keeping her there after he'd gotten her... well, that was another bridge he'd cross when he comes to it. The wolf had waited until they'd had their little chat. Grinning, he'd moved to the edge of the forest so that when he spoke, he'd be within sight of the two. Licking his fangs and bringing his plan to action, he dug his claws into the tree next to him to alleviate the excitement he felt. I'm sure I can help you with that problem of her being a spoiled, willful girl. The wolf says, making sure that his voice carried well and enough that the two could hear. In fact, I don't believe I'm giving you a choice in the matter... The tall, lean, black furred wolf stepped out from the shade of the trees into the sunlight, looking at the two. By that period in time, wolves were so rare that most thought them myth and legend more than fact and reality. But there he stood, his dark brown eyes on the two.
Thread: Red ((Broken Knight and Vivid))

A wolf! Elaine gasped loudly and wheeled back, her grandmother having pulled the young woman behind her. The elder gripped her cane defensively. People had called her crazy when she spoke of wolves still being in the forest. The redhead had even thought her grandmother was going senile in her old age. Yet here one was. Her heart stopped and her mouth dried. What did he want with them? What did he mean by his words? Shoo! The old bat exclaimed as she waved her cane in his direction. Get on out of here! Shoo, boy, shoo! Nana! Elaine exclaimed as she tried to get the brazen elder to stop her silly attempt to make the wolf stop. A little piece of wood was not going to stop such a creature. The redhead looked up at the beast. Her eyes took in the way he licked his fangs and her heart nearly stopped. What do you want with us? Were not good to eat. She is old and rubbery and I am all skin and bones Stop it, girl! I know what I am doing! He is going to kill you if you try to hit him with that thing! Her eyes darted back to the wolf and she squared her shoulders.
Thread: Red ((Broken Knight and Vivid))

I am not some dog! He yells at the old woman. With a flash of his claws, the end of the old woman's cane fell to the ground in pieces, leaving the rest in her hand. Clearing his throat and regaining his composure, he takes a deep breath. Having not killed the old woman like he'd sorely wanted to at her insult, he'd almost killed the leverage he had in the situation. It was almost worth it. Running his fingers through his hair, he looks at the girl. Well, now that we've established that I'm not some dog to be shooed... or complained to about the thickness of meat on your bones... The wolf tells the two, looking down at them. I'm not simply here to eat or even kill either of you. Well. Maybe. I might kill the old one. It could be fun to kill her slowly while she tries to flee and scream her lungs out. Might not be fun if she dies of a heart attack, though. The wolf's good eye bores into the girl's speaking to her in specific. So. Here's the deal, girly. You come with me and Nana here dies of old age instead of in the middle of a forest, alone and choking on her own blood. That's the deal. You come with me. You stay with me until I give you permission to leave. The old bat doesn't die a horrific death. He was dead serious, looking at her calmly. The old bat wouldn't be the first human he'd kill. Certainly not the last. At least the girl might save her. Sounds like such fantastic terms, doesn't it?
Thread: Red ((Broken Knight and Vivid))

Though it frightened Elaine, the older woman seemed not to be phased by how her cane was destroyed. Only a playful smile had crossed her lips, as she knew better, and that he was indeed some bad dog that needed to be punished. At her age she was the type to accept death quite easily. She had lived, had children, loved and lost and experienced much. Her granddaughter, on the other hand, had much to experience. To be forced to live with a wolf... well, that could only mean one thing. Don't listen to him, The old woman snapped. My death means nothing. Run, Elaine. Get out of her as fast as your pretty little feet can carry you. The redhead gave a small cry and shook her head. No. There was no way she would live with the guilt of knowing that her grandmother's death was on her conscious. How much she loved her! Living after she had been the one to kill her would be a fate worse than death. Nana... she said softly before looking at the terrifying beast before them. I... I don't have much of a choice. I will go with you. Though she wasn't sure what he had in mind for her.