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Thread: Crystal City [Frostsch/Mystearica]

While Ryo heard of rumors of what monster girls would do to their victims, he never entirely believed it. The black-haired man stared up at Setsuna, his eyes detesting her with every moment. But, he couldn't deny how soft her thighs felt pressing against him. If you're so innocent, then what you should know that what you're doing is wrong! Killing humans nonsensically...! He pointed out, then held his breath as soon as he heard that she was hungry. His eyes widened when she reached behind herself to grab a hold of his member. A-aaah! W-what do you think you're- He said, until he felt her tear his pants away, leaving his erection standing up against the palm of her hand. Ryo could feel her giant hand wrap around his member as it began to stroke him. W-wait, Setsuna...! He cried out. With one of his hands free now, Ryo reached up and shook her thigh weakly, though not rough enough to throw her off. He protested, hoping to get the monster girl off of him. Still, he felt his member twitch in excitement, warming up to her hand like a glove. Ryo looked up at his oppressor, seeing that smug smile and dominating red eyes. Those eyes... were indeed beautiful. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Ryo's cheeks flushed red, and his heart raced as the monster girl continued her task. He wasn't supposed to feel this way... yet why did it feel so... good? S-Setsuna, we can't be doing this... He moaned, this time his hand gently began to stroke along her soft thighs.
Thread: Crystal City [Frostsch/Mystearica]

I don't kill humans, Setsuna said. Well, some had died fighting her, but that was hardly ever her intention. No, she stuck closer to her humanity than most did. She refused to fully become a monster, this particular monstrous craving being the one thing that she had to regularly indulge in. Besides... she rarely left behind truly unhappy customers. You had to've known. I mean, it's not like we're very subtle about what we do. About how we get our power, Setsuna said. She jerked him off for some time, her hellish eyes focusing in on his, all smoldering heat and wanton lust. She was too warm, too soft... She snapped the cloth bretween her breasts and slowly she leaned over him, giving him a faceful of tits. She smothered him with them, the skin as warm and smooth as any human woman's, dark nipples already puckered with excitement. This is usually why idiots like you run into our territories, isn't it? Wanting a quick fuck? Well... here you go Setsuna said. She was raising her hips, pushing her chest harder down into his face. THere was another tearing, her panties tossed to the side... and a moment later, something was gripping him like a hot, wet vise. There came a breathy moan and her hips sank down against his, taking his every inch inside of her.
Thread: Crystal City [Frostsch/Mystearica]

N-no, I didn't come here for this... I was just looking for a place to hide from the others... He protested, covering his now-free hands over his eyes in shame. His erection remained hard and warm to the touch, growing even larger as the monster girl continued to stroke it. Every time he'd shift his arms he'd be able to see the hellhound staring back at him with those devilish red eyes. Shy moans escaped his lips, unable to break eye contact with her. I'm not... supposed to be attracted to monster girls... Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, Ryo watched in a gaze as she tore off more of her clothing, revealing those round, black breasts. He opened his mouth to protest, but only received a face full of warm breasts. They felt soft against his cheeks- so warm that Ryo instinctively began to shake his head, gently motorboating her mounds. At the same time, his warm breath brushed against her cleavage. It was then that Ryo heard Setsuna mention taking him in her. He glanced up at those dominating red eyes. W-wait, no! I'm not ready! I'm not- He could feel something wet and warm press against the head of his member. Disobeying him, the erection twitched in excitement. The sound of her feminine moan was pleasure to Ryo's ears. He could feel a tight warmth envelop around his member. In the same way, his hard member pushed into her walls, expanding and mapping the monster girl's insides. His back arched slightly. Ryo let out a small sigh once he was inside of her. N-no... what have you done... I don't want to make love to a monster girl...! Ryo felt so warm next to her, and without even noticing, Ryo found his arms wrapping around Setsuna's back, pulling her closer in on a tight embrace. S-Setsuna... whatever you do... don't move... He gasped. Still new to all of this, Ryo felt excitement building in his member. Ryo embraced her. If she started to move, then he wasn't too sure if he would be able to hang on.
Thread: Masquerading By Moonlight [Gypsy x Bishop]

In her cries of hysteria, Virgil found himself despondent. There was a pain in him that he had not felt in any of his previous endeavors. A pain he hadnt felt since that fateful night. Tears welled in his eyes, promptly wiped away by the back of his hand before they could be noticed. He knew what must be done, how events must unfold. Still, the fear in her blue eyes would not make things any easier. He swung his arm about, digits slipping into his rear pocket to procure the blade. He brandished it before her, his thumb running across to test its edge. He approached her slowly, his free hand rising to cup her chin and raise her gaze to his own. The blade slipped from her sight, descending to the unknown. With a quick flick of his wrist, the bindings that tethered her arms were slit and fell to the floor. His lips curled downward, his eyes wide and drooped. Oh, dear, dear Juliet. Fret not, you are in no harm. This was simply a misunderstanding, a cruel ploy, if you will. You had drunk far too much last night, and were forced to rest here for the night. Ophelia had convinced me that this was something you would come to desire, that you had yet to experience an evening of such attractions. Yet with recent events I should very well have thought about the repercussions and refused. And fear not for your companion, she has simply returned home to leave you under my care. I assure you, I had no intention of proceeding without your express permission. His thumb would stroke her dampened cheek comfortingly, collecting any tears that slipped past her lashes and whisking them away. With delicate hands, he traced the bands of her mask, gently lifting if from her visage. This was the first he had laid eyes upon her in full lighting without her veil, and she was every bit as beautiful as he had imagined. The epitome of elegance that he had been searching for. She was a mirror image of Genevieve. So, what say you? Shall I flag down the nearest deputy? Or have we calmed down enough to discuss the circumstance and let your heart stop racing? For that reason, at least. At this point, he had risen her to her feet, softly placing her upon the bed and taking a seat adjacent. He had taken her hand in his own, his free hand stroking the supple flesh of her palm and digits.
Thread: Masquerading By Moonlight [Gypsy x Bishop]

The bruises Juliet obtained in her endeavor to freedom added to the present ache in the dips and rises of her body. Such was the reason as to why she elected the conservation of panic on the floor, ebbing to hoarse cries for help and tremulous pleas for release in lieu of her relentless lashing out. His anguish had gone unnoticed, for the world before her blurred into a distortion of muted colors courtesy of her tears. In the face of the visual anomalies, the glint of the blade in the half-light was nigh perceptible. It did naught to abate her sobbing, worsening it even further. This was it. Juliet would meet her end in the hands of a man cloaked with affluence and charisma, restrained and collared. How she would be disposed of was an awareness she wouldn't be privileged to know. How the blade he deftly wielded would pierce into her flesh was a thought that sparked nausea in her belly. Darkness was her only escape now, and it was darkness she took sanctuary in with her closed eyes. However, what she expected didn't arrive. Her limbs were freed, relinquishing her from numbness and pain. Words... painless, reassuring and apologetic words perforated the fear that hazed her mind. Yet if he sought to reassure her, none inflicted desired effect. None abolished the trepidation that set her heart aflutter. Indeed, this was a cruel ploy, even for Ophelia. Of all of his efforts to placate Juliet, one remark foiled him from his campaign, disillusioning the female completely. Ophelia would never leave me alone. In the hands of a stranger nonetheless. Still as a statue Juliet was when her tears were daubed and her mask was removed. Vermilion splotched her features, all blood-shot eyes, scarlet-stained cheeks and red-sniffling nose. Sitting on the duvet contiguous to this stranger who called himself Virgil, the tremors that wracked her shoulders didn't wane at all. Stormy blues watched him vigilantly, bewilderment and apprehension present in her gaze, much like how a deer would pause and scrutinize its surroundings for predators. His touch was unwelcome, yet wariness prevented her from batting his hand away so brazenly. The last thing she wished to do in her situation was to offend him. In the guise of drying her cheeks, she employed both hands to stifle her tears. The interim provided her ample time to compose herself and take note of her surroundings whilst her fingers grazed the collar affixed on her throat. Remove this. Please. Juliet whispered. I'm not an animal. What did Ophelia convince you of? That that collars and restraints are something I would enjoy? That this is in my best interest? Ophelia knows not of what I desire, nor is it in her nature to abandon a friend she takes and returns to her family after her excursions. She wouldn't leave me... it's not... like her... A sob broke her dialogue, hands flying to cover her quivering lips. Where is she, Mr. Dunstance? I would like to leave with her.
Thread: Masquerading By Moonlight [Gypsy x Bishop]

There had been twenty three girls before Ophelia. Each had their charms, yet none were unique. Not like Genevieve, the first. They each had their graces, their postures, their courtesies. Yet none had Genevieve's spirit. None could mount the world and milk it of all it had. Instead, their world had mounted them, molded them into puppets. Juliet did not have that spirit, either, yet neither had she become society's marionette. She was still unique. Untainted by aristocracy, she was the most innocent of all such women he had known. Yet, if he had gone through with his plans, Juliet would have been the twenty fourth. As she peered at him, sobbing and terrified, it was evident that she did not succumb to his ruse. Suspicion crept up her spine as guilt crept along his own. How could he handle this situation? Lie to her again? It would be simple, yet unlikely to be believed. He could tell her that her friend was still upstairs, having locked the pair down here. But that was a fools errand. He reached forward, his fingers tracing the lace of the leash he had fastened about her neck. The material was soft, far less sturdy than conventional. One swift tug and she could easily splay the fabric, which would devastate the man. It was the first thing he had ever purchased for Genevieve, and Juliet was the first person to wear it since. It was then that he knew what he must do. Youre correct, you are no animal, and Ophelia did not inform me otherwise. But Im afraid I cant remove it, Juliet. You see, you are the first worthy to don that collar, and it wouldnt do it justice to be removed so hastily. With a swift tug upon the leash, enough pressure was applied to the females throat to cut off airflow. He lifted, pulling her balance from her enough to take a solid hold upon her frame. He enveloped her from behind, pinning her arms to her back and releasing the leash. With lips lingering adjacent to her ear, the truth slipped through. I assure you, you do not wish to leave with Ophelia. No, that would be quite unfitting of one of your elegance. As he spoke, the bindings that had previous been removed were once again secured about her limbs. He maintained his position behind her, however, gently whispering in her ear. No, I have something far grander in mind for you than the bay. Yes, that is where dearest Ophelia now lies eternally. Without grace, without beauty, she was slain and disposed of, yet this is not something I wish of you. Your life holds greater purpose. He would rise from the duvet, presenting himself in front of his prisoner. You are now mine, and I shall now be yours. It is what Genevieve would have wanted. You shall bear witness to my work, an attentive student. And you shall do my bidding, relieve me when I desire, and obey my every command. This is your new life, my pet, my Juliet. I have no doubt that you will one day come to appreciate and admire all that I do. As a first test, simply nod if you understand.
Thread: Taking Back the Knight (Camp and Devilla-Roche)

Charlotte. That name meant so many things in his past. He'd expected to never be close to her again, and that had caused many a sad yearning recollection. This was the only name other than his mother...and generally moreso...that had ever meant solace, comfort and nurturing. He'd suckled from her at ten, been carried when his ankle was twisted, been kissed and teased when he felt unsure of himself. In so many ways she had been the balm to bring a young man safely through his teen years. While he'd never made love to her, she had pleasured him readily enough, making sure he 'waz no in diztrezz.' He loved her French accent and wondered if sometimes she added to it just for him. Then he was following her upstairs to his room, excitement shooting through every pore as she locked the door behind them. The sight of her swaying breasts and ass had fully awoken his desires, which had been chastely clamped down for years. As she removed his clothes he started to protest, sure that his scars would repulse her...but she hardly seemed to react at all, stroking over his shoulders in an almost clinical way. He realized that her care and devotion to him was far deeper than his own skin. When she began to disrobe, he could only look on in wonder as breasts like kegs came out, with dinner plate aureolae angling form. Oh how he wanted to suckle and bury his face within her bosom. She managed to defer his breakdown over his parents, distracting him masterfully. When she stopped stroking, he was pressed against he massive nude rack and he was already close to release. Then she gave him permission to relieve himself. She'd primed him and he stood on his knees, sliding them between her massive thighs into the protective warmth that would always be there. His hand reached and pushed and as he thrust up, her entered her soft yielding cleavage, sliding betwen her ready breasts. After three years, he came quickly and heavily. Many times the volume that most men could produce flowed out in gushing streams between her himalayan mountains. He held onto her shoulders for a minute to regain his balance, he leaned into her shoulder, kissing her cheek and neck, not yet invited to take her lips, but knowing he could. It was a sweet game they played. He could have asked her to hold him tight, to protect him in her big arms. To take care of him, he knew was her primary duty and joy, but to merit it, he had to let her do it her way. I'm ready Charlotte. Take me...I really need a bath. He held himself to her, whispering. My scars, they itch and hurt and crack open. Help me Charlotte, you are the only one who really still cares for my and I adore you for it. Then he was quiet as she wished. So much to share. His ennobling had left him with a title...that was good, because he needed to calm himself. As she moved to carry him, he kissed her soft neck again and closed his eyes in trust, exhaustion overtaking him. His men made good progress helping with the grounds of the Barony. Soon they were having a rollicking good time.
Thread: Taking Back the Knight (Camp and Devilla-Roche)

Charlotte carried him over to the bath, had him stand there for a moment. She then opened up a spigot at the trough and a rush of warm water cascaded downward in a sheet over the trough's edge and fell right into the stone bath tub. Meanwhile, Charlotte took a clean rag, wet it with the warm water and then proceeded to clean Sir Roland's soiled cock and balls...she did it in the most loving of ways...strangely for her, this was more than just work...she knew they shared a certain intimacy...she loved him and would do anything for him...she served him as though she were his mother, his wife, and his servant all rolled up into one person...she knew that he loved her and this intimacy they shared. With the tub full, she closed the spigot, proceeded to pick Sir Roland up and place him gingerly into the bath. Charlotte went through the soaps and oils and began to bathe him. As she continued from face, to chest, to arms she spoke about his parents in a hushed tone, Yoo mo'zer an' fa'zer, zey wer' out on a short trip to Lady Grace'z 'ouse. It should 'ave been like always. A day over an' a day back. 'Zey 'ave done 'zat trip a z'ousand timez, you know? Charlotte pushes Sir Rolland forward and wipes the special healing oils over his back Well, zum'zing zpook 'ze 'orsez. 'Zey ran wild. Very fast 'zey run, until 'zey turn before 'ze cliff. 'Ze carriage, it come looze an' she wraps her huge, soft arms gently around Sir Rolland An' 'ze carriage goes over 'ze cliff. Charlotte gently weeps...then continues to bathe him... I must apologize my Lord. Charlotte says with all of her heart. Yoo parentz, 'zey ar' buried wi'h 'ze rest of yoo family out on 'ze ridge where 'ze oak treez ztand. Charlotte finishes bathing him and places some wrapping around his scarred back. I do 'ze oilz on yoo back an' maybe in a week or two, zey will feel better my Lord.
Thread: Taking Back the Knight (Camp and Devilla-Roche)

Charlotte held him tightly up against her body and kept him deep within her bosom. She practically grew around him to ward off the darkness. Once she had him in a protective state, she raised up her right arm and waved it slowly from side to side. While doing this she spoke in French a chant of some sort.... Pauvres mes des tnbres qui sont morts par l'pe retournent la terre o vous appartenez pour vous ne sont pas accueillis dans cette maison. Poor souls of darkness who have died by sword return back to the earth where you belong for you are not welcomed in this household. With each time Charlotte said those words, the darkness, those angry visages retreated until they were gone, for now. Sir Roland was asleep. Charlotte brought decided to bring him to her room. She gingerly placed him in the depression in the middle of her bed. She then gingerly laid on top of him and held him the way a lark would protect her young in their nest. Her massiveness surrounded him up to his mouth. Her huge breasts, her wide hips, her gelatinous stomach surrounded him in an odd comfort. Her naked heat kept him warm and comfortable, even though half of his head was exposed and he had only his two nostrils to breathe from. Charlotte brought her head down to his and had to ponder what Sir Roland said just prior to falling asleep in her arms. She knew that her marriage to him was an inevitability. She was the only one who could care for him, the only one who could truly love him. Charlotte had lived a life of an servant and would continue to do so happily. She knew that for his family's sake, he had to keep his title and by extension the lands that her family have called home. It was the Duke that would need convincing of her worthiness to marry Sir Roland. She would have to prove to him that it was a noble woman's heart that could only marry Sir Roland. With that she too fell asleep with Sir Roland until the crows broke the silence of the night in the early morning....
Thread: Left Behind (sailingsame x GoldenGateSon)

The day before had been a very sad one indeed for the small village. It had been years since the last conflict had threatened the tiny village, but the men of the village had been ready and left not long after a scout came back to report the approaching forces. It had been no surprise to anyone that they asked for all that were of age to join, seeing that they were to face a sizable army. Many left their mother's, sister's, and grandmother's all alone. With plenty of food and defenses made up, they had set out as soon as possible, leaving the women and Steven all back in the village. Julia was lucky her husband was the only one to go, her mother's husband had died of natural causes several years before and it was just the four of them in the hut. However, Julia hd been quite sad to see her husband go. They got one last good session of sex in, just as many of the women in the village got, knowing it was the last time they might have sex seeing as some people might not make it back from the conflict. She had watched him go before she, and the rest of the tribe retreated to their respective huts to wait out the rest of the day in silence. Before going to bed however, she performed the customary ritual of allowing seed inside of her body before snuggling up against her son's warm body and falling quickly to sleep. She woke to his groping as she sighed. She felt his erection pushing up against her wide thighs as she lay there for a moment, eyes still closed as she listened to him speak. She began to slowly rotate her waist against his morning wood as she listened, perpetually amazed each morning by his length and girth. No other man in the village, including her husband had a cock that big. And he wasn't even finished growing yet. She had recently begun to introduce Steven to the world of sex, and had begun to quite enjoy it herself. She rolled her body over, allowing his thick member to slide even with her stomach, their untrimmed bushed touching as she began to moisten and arouse. She placed a hand on the back of his head as he fed off her large teats. No sweetie, you don't have to hunt today. They gathered plenty of food for about a week. We should be fine. She sighed as she stroked his hair, looking over to see her mother still sound asleep. You just have to do your chores and work around the village where you're needed today. Think you can do that? I think Amy needs your help. She said referring to the chieftain's wife, who was in charge of the tribe in his absence.