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Thread: It's Hard Being a House Elf {darkest_fate&Rand}

Mine for... did he really say that? Hermione sputtered for a few seconds, trying to even figure out how you responded to something like that. Her brain could barely even process that a House Elf had actually said as much. Then he kept going and Hermione found her gaze dropping. Soon her brown eye went wide as she realized what was going on, what the elf was actually doing with it. Her mouth worked, noises of protest leaving but none actually forming words. Until, that is, they teased her about her own panties. What? No! I'm just... appalled that-- Hermione found herself cut off as they snickered. That you would even---! she began again, only to pause as a house elf began prodding her with a long metal poker. The sudden breeze to her nether regions made Hermione let out a gasp, her hands flying down to smooth her skirt, her body whirling to glare at the house elf in question. Had there been school regulation panties, doubtless Hermione would have had them on. Instead she'd opted for a comfortable pair of demure white cotton, with just a little red bow right in the middle. Not that the elves would've gotten to see it not with the length of Hermione's skirt. They would see the back clinging to a plump teenage rear. The distraction worked enough that Hermione lost attention on the masturbating elf. It wasn't until she heard the exclamation that she whirled back. Now you don't-- she began, only to end up flinging up her hands as panties flew toward her face. She'd barely managed to intercept, feeling the wet on her flailing hands for a few moments. You all need to calm down. Look, I don't want to -- Hermione looked around as the elves flanked her. I don't want you to be--- were they pointing at her for-- Then the magic hit Hermione and she took a step back, nearly losing her balance. The girl panted, staring wide-eyed at the elves around her. I just want to help you! she insisted, sounding so appalled and disbelieving of what was happening that it was all that came through. Her clothing felt strangely tight, however, almost as if it it had shrunk... no, not that. It still felt fitting. It just felt... coarser, as if they'd changed the fabric. Before Hermione could even process that, a pair of elves latched onto her legs. She again nearly lost her balance. No, no, stop it! she said, particularly as she felt a blast of sensation shooting up her legs. Fingers were crawling up her thighs, which would've been sensitive even without magic. The girl bent down, hissing. Get off! she nearly snapped, waving at the elves. She finally started digging for her wand, having had more than enough of their behavior. I can't believe you're making me punish you all! she said, nearly gasping as she kept fighting, both to dislodge elves and to keep her balance.
Thread: It's Hard Being a House Elf {darkest_fate&Rand}

A few cheers were made over the efforts of the two house elves going for her legs as the pair in question fought off Hermiones attempts at dislodging them from her limbs. The statement of having to punish them seemed to stir the elves into a greater fervor, however, as the notion of punishment had a rather negative connotation for a number of them in past experiences with older witches and wizards. Maybe we punish you, instead?! One of them suggested, while a third house elf made their move onto the teenager by jumping onto her back and clinging while she was bent over. The young witch would be able to feel it as the small creatures erect cock started to rub against her through the skirt, while its hand snaked into a side opening of her uniform where she was going for the wand. Got it! The small creature would alert its partners triumphantly, before tossing the wand into the gathering crowd of house elves, whom would then hide it away out of sight and, for them, out of mind. I have something else you can grab instead. The lewd elf on her back let out as he pulled up the back of her upper garments enough to angle himself and slid that already moist cock beneath it allowing him to begin dry humping along Hermiones soft skin from beneath her clothing. The pair hugging onto her legs had remained busy during this time, as then both reached up at roughly the same time to grab either side of the young witchs panties. We got them! We got them!! One of the elves let out triumphantly as they forcibly pulled the underwear down to her ankles for everyone to see, leaving the poor witch very exposed for what was to come next. One of the elves hugged onto the panties in such a way as to both let his own genitals rub along the inside of the freshly worn and still warm material, while the other stepped upon his back for leverage and plunged his head upward into the teenage witchs skirt. The others wouldnt be able to see what came next, but the outline of his head and pointed ears would be noticeable within the front of the Granger girls uniform, as his eager tongue went to work on getting in those first messy laps at her virginal sex. This particular elf had a rather long tongue for the size of his head, as it lathered along the outside of Hermiones previously untouched folds, with the tip teasing at the prospect of delving inside. The others elves watched and listened while their partners teased and started up the punishment of the young witch, as a few of them resumed jerking off their cocks with the by now soiled panties while gazing directly upon the poor girl. The one on her back was mimicking the act of sex in the way he was thrusting away along her back while scooting about to avoid any attempts at being pulled away or shaken off, while the one holding her panties between her ankles made keeping her balance even harder to do as he humped away at the warm front of the material, while his legs wrapped around one sock covered ankle and his hands gripped onto the other for leverage.
Thread: It's Hard Being a House Elf {darkest_fate&Rand}

What? Hermione sputtered before feeling something collide with her back. the incoming house elf hit the already unsteady teenager, knocking her nearly to her knees. Had she not just barely caught herself, no doubt Hermione would have hit the ground. She could feel it thrusting against her, clinging to her clothing and pushing along. Each push of its member dragged her clothes across her sensitive flesh. The girl couldn't help but shiver at the sensations, feeling the drag sending little sparks of feeling. She'd been so wrapped up in what was happening that yet again she found herself losing her wand. No! You can't have that! she said, moving to try and lunge after it. The new angle made it that much easier for the elf to slide up under Hermione's blouse and shirt. She let out a squeal as she felt the hard fleshy rod slide along her still sensitive skin. The action sent her straight up, her arms going first to her side in shock, then starting to move behind her. Of course, this meant that her attention shifted off the two on her legs for the moment. That left her open to their attack, and Hermione didn't realize what was happening till she felt cool air kiss her quite sensitive sex. No! she said again. Abandoning the elf on her back, Hermione lunged forward, swiping for her panties. The lunge meant she was in a slightly awkward position, leaving the one behind her to keep thrusting while another climbed up her front. No, no, NO! Hermione insisted, panic beginning to set in now. She started slapping downward, desperate to get the elf away as she felt little fingers sliding against her thighs. Her legs trembled stumbling, feeling her own panties trip against her. Hermione tried to shove her legs together, only to find the elf having already gotten all the way up. Hermione's little sex was just a little slit in her flesh, the mostly untouched region looking downright girlish. A few light brown curls dotted it, along with a small, mostly wild bush that crowned atop it. Her little sex soon found a tongue slathering against it, the sensations making Hermione gasp. And down she went. Her legs simply couldn't hold it any more. She fell hard, lunging forward, landing on her knees. Her legs pulled together, and surely she thought she'd crush at least on house elf with her fall. Despite what they were doing, Hermione still didn't want to hurt them. No, stop! she whimpered, jamming her legs together and reaching down between her legs. I don't want--- she could feel her sex warming as the one between her legs went to town. The girl groaned, and tried to pull herself inward, curling down while simultaneously shoving back, trying to at least dislodge the one from between her legs. Surely it shouldn't be that hard she was larger than they, after all.
Thread: Werewolf RP

Depending on posting rules length, etc..., I might be down. 3 And I have submitted my vote.
Thread: Werewolf RP

Awesome! I'm hoping to get at least three people for each group and then we can go from there with the plotting and such.
Thread: Werewolf RP

iam down to be part of a the other wolf pack or vampire coven to keep things going i got a few ideas depending wich plot wins
Thread: Werewolf RP

Awesome, thanks for the interest. Hoping to drum up a little more before we start deciding on a plot and such. I'll keep things updated though.
Thread: Werewolf RP

I voted Rival packs. Anytime you put Werewolves and Vampires together people try to turn it into Anita Blake novels or World of Darkness.
Thread: Werewolf RP

That's the one that's winning currently. I have a couple ideas for personal plots whichever one we end up with, to keep people who are here for the sexy stuff interested. I'll give it another day before closing the poll and then we can all start talking plots and trying to get a couple more people.
Thread: Ignore

RE A Sssstrange Encounter.. FxF Bump.
Thread: Ignore

RE A Sssstrange Encounter.. FxF Time for a bump in the road.
Thread: The Murderer's Key (Traveler & jaceyboo)

The tavern had been a small hole in the wall, a place where it was unlikely that anyone would give the patrons a second glance. It was the perfect place for a man on the run. Narrow steps led down to a nondescript wooden door barred with metal rods that crossed over the small hole that passed for a peek through. The tall man tipped his wide brimmed leather hat down, hiding his features, before opening the door and walking in. The old, toothless man who greeted him with a hearty 'Welcome!' seemed harmless enough, but it was the white-dressed girl sitting at the bar who caught his eye. He raised his chin just enough to get a good look at the face that came with that body. In doing so his own face was revealed, a handsome countenance with a scruff of beard and clean lines to his face. His eyes were green and intense, full of stormy anger. He wore a close fitting leather jacket that was foreign in it's lacings and scroll work, and under that he wore a dark, fine shirt that tucked into a horse man's leather trousers. The lines of his legs led down to tall, finely tooled boots with buttons along the outside edge. He pulled off soft leather gloves and nodded to the innkeep as he walked past the woman he had eyed. The scent of leather and spice followed him, and the long scabbard that hung at his side covered a well-used blade. He had evaluated Amelia and decided that she was either the tavern owner's much coddled daughter or a high class whore who lost her way. Whatever she was, if he had had enough coin he would have considered hiring her to warm his bed. As it was he barely had enough to fetch a meal and a few mugs. He'd have to find other accommodations for sleep. What will you have? asked the barkeep. He glanced over at the man as he turned a chair around so that his back would be against the far wall. Whiskey. Something to eat. He eyed the girl at the bar and raised an eyebrow, asking quietly if she was on the menu as well. Whiskey and stew it is, the keep said sternly. He shut down any thought of 'hiring' Amelia that the stranger had. Certainly no one who lived in the city would have dared to imply that she was a whore. He began to ladle a thin, potato-heavy stew into a wooden bowl. Small rolls were piled in a basket that was left out in the open. The crusts had all gotten hard, but since they were intended to be soaked in stew it was of little consequence. Besides, the people who came here were not particular about their food. As he poured a generous portion of whiskey for the stranger he slid a cudgel out of it's place under the counter and leaned it against his chair. Just in case.
Thread: The Murderer's Key (Traveler & jaceyboo)

I guess so. Amelia muttered, turning her head to get a glance at the man that had stepped inside. She hadn't seen him before, which struck her as odd. Her blue eyes followed him as he walked past, not trying to hide the fact that she was staring. She quickly looked away though as his own gaze moved to her, a somewhat questioning look in his eye directed towards her as he told the old man what he wanted. Her eyes darted back towards the man behind the counter, who now seemed irritated by the new guest. She tried to piece it together, not really sure of what the connection was. Reynold. she said in a bit of hushed tone, speaking the tavern owners name after he finished serving the man. Do you not like him? she asked, her voice just above a whisper, though the stranger would undoubtedly be able to hear her if he was listening. The old man let out a small chuckle, shaking his head slightly. He likes you. he responded quietly, a small blush forming on the girls cheeks as she then realized what the glance in her direction had meant. Oh. she said softly, hesitating for a moment before trying to sneak another glance at the man. Why don't you head home Amelia. Reynold said in a normal tone now, getting somewhat of a bad vibe from the new visitor. If anyone caused trouble at the tavern while Amelia was there, he would certainly hear it from her father. You know your father's sent someone to fetch you by now anyway. he added. Just as the words left his mouth, she could hear stern voices and loud footsteps nearing the entrance of the tavern. Of course, her first assumption was that it was her father's men, there to escort her home as they had done many times before. She was surprised to see a handful of the city's guardsmen enter the tavern instead, wondering what on earth would bring them there.
Thread: The Murderer's Key (Traveler & jaceyboo)

The guards had a dog. That was probably what brought them to the tavern so quickly. The stranger had just rested his boots on the chair next to him, settling in for a rest and a meal, but the damned guards had to come and ruin that. He tilted the hat down lower to avoid being seen. Unfortunately the hound they held on a chain barked in his direction, and the idiotic guard holding the other end of the leash let go with a shout. The huge dog bounded, saliva dripping from sharpened teeth as it lunged towards it's goal. Quicker than would have been expected the stranger pulled his dagger and slit the dog's throat, shoving it to the side in mid-air as he simultaneously moved towards the bar. There was only one thing that would keep the guards from running him through at the first opportunity, and that was an innocent girl in the line of danger. His strong left arm wrapped itself around Amelia's body and ripped her off of the stool she had been perching upon. Stop there or I'll kill her! The stranger's voice was a determined growl, his scratchy face pressed against her head as he held his bloodied dagger at her slim, pristine neck. The guards had drawn their weapons but they were at am impasse. They knew enough of their local lords to know who she was, or at least guess at her status. If they put a lady's life in danger... Let her go! the captain ordered. You're already going to hang for the murder of Percival Imperion. Do you want to hang for her too? The stranger's cheek widened as he grinned at the guards. You can only kill me once, boys. He glanced at Reynold. Quick. Where's the back door? then, turning his attention to the guards he continued. Follow me and she dies. If I see any sign that you're following us in the next three days she dies. If you stay away I'll let her go. Alive. The captain looked hesitant. His hand gripped his sword tighter, though there was not a lot of space for swordplay in the tavern. The other patrons had found corners to hide in or had fled the small establishment. Slowly the stranger began to drag his captive towards the back door. The hand with the knife was uncomfortably close to Amelia's neck, his thumb pressing against her skin as they moved. Don't try anything stupid, sister, he murmured to her. I'll kill you as quickly as I killed that dog if you make trouble for me.
Thread: The Murderer's Key (Traveler & jaceyboo)

Everything seemed to go by in a quick blur after the guards stepped in. Within seconds, the hound that had come in with the men was lunging past her and towards the man in the corner, jumping towards its on death. She stiffened in her seat, unable to react as the mans hands were suddenly against her, her small body held against him as he held the knife to her throat. Her eyes were wide, a helpless expression on her face as she glanced between Reynold and the guards. They all seem dumbfounded by what was happening, and that certainly wasn't reassuring to her. Even the Captain's threats seemed to be empty in meaning, and the stranger that held the helpless girl seemed to realize that. 'Follow me and she dies.' The words sent a shiver down her body, which seemed to go limp in his arms. Her head was spinning, her mind trying to process what was happening. It all seemed like a strange, drunken dream. It couldn't actually be happening. Reality seemed to strike her as he began to drag her towards the backdoor, realizing that in moments, it would simply be the two of them. No Reynold, no guards. Just her and a man who could, and would kill her. Amelia, just do as he says. You'll be fine, you'll come home. Reynold called to her as the man dragged her out the door, but the look on his and the guards faces seemed to express that she was now nothing but a lost cause. Panic coursed through her as the door shut behind them, her breathing unsteady as the stranger continued to drag her along. There was no doubt that she was terrified, but strangely, his muttered threat to her seemed to anger her more than it frightened her. Of course, she knew that he could kill her, and already, she was having doubts that she would make it out of this alive, but he couldn't kill her yet. He needed her to get away from the guards. I dare you.. she whispered in response, her voice thick with fear, despite the fact that her words were spoken to challenge him.
Thread: The Murderer's Key (Traveler & jaceyboo)

He scoffed at her dare. This isn't a game, bitch. Don't test me. Already he could hear the shouts on the other side of the block where the guards were gathered. Heavy footsteps at the back door warned him that someone was indeed following them, and he stuck his dagger through the handle and into the door jamb with one swift, hard thrust, burying the blade nearly halfway into the wood to lock the door in place. Then he used his free hand to grab Amelia by the hair and whirl her to face him. His eyes scanned down her body and over her face. Nice . He grinned and took her by the arm, directing her towards a smaller side alley that ran perpendicular to the one they were in. Hurrying her along he pushed until they saw a hitch with a few horses saddled and tied as they waited for their owners to leave the shops. A set of marching feet could be heard approaching from the left. The man yanked Amelia against the wall and pinned her there, his body pressing against hers and a hand covering her mouth. They were very close to each other his leg was wedged between her thighs and his face was only inches from hers. If he leaned in any closer he could kiss her. His green eyes met her blue ones and he mouthed he word 'quiet' to her. A few minutes later the sound of marching feet faded and they were alone once again.
Thread: The Murderer's Key (Traveler & jaceyboo)

Amelia remained silent after that, his words reminding her that he had the control, even if he did need her alive for the time being. A soft whimper left her lips as he yanked her around, her eyes staring into his. He seemed to hold the same gaze over her that he'd given her when he had first sat down in the tavern, which only seemed to make her even more uncomfortable, though she didn't have time to dwell on it as he pulled her along into another alley. She felt both relieved and terrified as she heard the sound of footsteps near them. If they were being followed, it meant that guards weren't giving up on trying to save her. At the same time though, if they followed too closely, she could lose her life as a result. What are you do- she started to ask, her words cut short as the man's hand was suddenly against her mouth, his body uncomfortably close to hers as he held her against the wall. She felt incredibly small compared to him, obviously much weaker as he leaned into her. Her breathing was shaky, her heart beating irregularly as she stood there with her nervous eyes locked on his. Her mind wandered in the minutes that they stood there, trying to create an explanation for herself as to how all of this had happened. Once the air around them was silent, her hands angrily pushed at his. Get off of me. she muttered in a harsh, but quiet tone, pushing his hand away from her mouth. A voice in her head was telling her to control herself, to think before she spoke, but she honestly didn't know how else to react.
Thread: The Murderer's Key (Traveler & jaceyboo)

She tried to push him away, muttering for him to get off of her, and he simply grinned at her attempts. When he had enough of her sassing he slapped her across her face. Hard. Shut up, you stupid little whore. Who do you think you are? As if to press his point he grabbed her hand and locked her wrist in his grip. You're mine now. You live or die by my pleasure. Then he thought that someone like her, some high class strumpet, might have a hidden knife on her, or some other sharp object she might try to injure him with. That being the case, he forcibly began to pat her down, feeling her body beneath her clothes with his strong hands as he searched her. Got any knives? Pins? Tell me the truth. If you hide any weapon you have and I find it later I'm going to beat you. He seemed to not care if he pinched or bruised her as he searched, just that he was thorough and found anything that she might be hiding in her voluptuous skirts. Once he was sure that she was unarmed he dragged her along once again like someone forcing an unwilling lamb to the slaughter. He was heading for the horses, a fast way to get out of town and away from the guards. The man was taller than Amelia and much stronger. He unwrapped the horse's lead from the hitch and put it across the saddle, then picked Amelia up like a sack of turnips and slung her across the front of the saddle, on her belly. He sprung up to the saddle like an expert and directed the horse away from the stores. It was getting late, not many people were still out and about. The man's firm hand was cupped over her buttocks to hold her in place, but it was also for his pleasure. As they rode, first slowly to not draw attention, then, once they were out of the city, he paused the horse and helped Amelia to sit in front of him so that his arms wrapped around her. Well done, he murmured in her ear once they were past the walls of the city. You've just participated successfully in your first kidnapping. He smiled then, both in joy that they had escaped so far, and in pleasure at having her buttocks pressed against his hips. This wasn't going to be a rough trip after all.