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Thread: Mills and Mafia (LuanaXVictorian)

Make yourself useful red, she said under her breath in a mocking tone. With a small snort she opened up the case with her clothes and pulled out a simple dress of thin, dark yellow wool. A white kerchief did well enough to keep her wild curls out of the way. She rolled up the sleeves and got to work. First and foremost the kitchen needed a good cleaning. She dusted and scrubbed, sneezing through the clouds of dust. It took time and in the warmth of late summer she felt sweat drip down her back and between her breasts. Not used to such work and chores she actually found the task oddly relaxing. Finally the kitchen was cleaned to perfection. Jimmy had brought in some wood. It was still wet and hard to light but she eventually got a smoke fire going. She filled a stew pot with water and set it to boiling. On a wing and a prayer she added a ham bone and chopped up vegetables. She had never really cooked before but a stew shouldn't be too hard. While the stew cooked she set about cleaning the rest of the cottage. Dust was banished and windows were hard scrubbed to let in streams of vibrant sunlight. Covered in dust and sweat she stood in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips, admiring her handiwork. Just the bedrooms to go. She went over to the soup to check on it. Stirring she hummed to herself, adding some pepper and salt to taste. It wasn't great as far as meals went and was very thin. She frowned at the pot. It was supposed to be stew, supposed to be thicker. As she pondered how to thicken a stew Jimmy appeared behind her. His command made the hair on her neck rise. Perhaps she should remind the mental apology for being mean to him. He was right back to overbearing and boorish. I am not sleeping with you. She paused and felt her ears grow warm. In ANY capacity. The rooms are right next to each other and no one knows about this place. We're safe. She didn't even bother turning to face him as she spoke. I'm not your wife or your property. I appreciate what you are trying to do but sleeping with you when we have plenty of space is out of the question. A tactful subject change. Do you know how to thicken stew? I can't seem to make it thicker, no matter how long it cooks.
Thread: Mills and Mafia (LuanaXVictorian)

Ever fiber in her body seized when his arms found their way around her waist. Suddenly he brain seemed to cease functioning. It buzzed, filled with fluttering moths and bees. Despite the mental numbness every nerve seemed to fire at once. A hot chill courses from her neck to her fingers and toes. A shiver wracked her body as his tongue left a scorch mark on her neck. His breath on her ear burned and tingled as he spoke. Oh she was quite sure he could teach her a great many things. For a brief moment her mind delved into just what he could show her. She berated the image down as he withdrew. Sense and mobility returned and she spun around with the ladle in hand. Jimmy was already well away from a good slap. She flung the ladle at him but it clattered against the door. Her face was on fire her stomach in a whirl. She put her hands to her face. Maybe coming out her had been a terrible idea. What in the name of God had she gotten herself into? Her limbs trembling she received her weapon and went back to the stew. She didn't want to add too much in and waste their vegetables. She grumbled to herself unable to stop feeling his hands around her waist, his teeth on her neck. No! She was a good, Irish-Catholic woman. They were not wed and she couldn't have those thoughts. The soup never thickened and she gave up her hopes of that happening. It didn't taste too terrible. It was thin but the ham bone had flavored it well enough. While it cooked she went through two of the bedrooms and cleaned up. Sheets were hung outside on a line to air them out. She was determined he wouldn't get his way and she would sleep in her own room. Night settled and she lit a couple of the oil lamps. The soup was as ready as it would be. The dining table was small but she sat their bowls across from one another. She had been careful to keep space between them. I hope you like soup...not sure I can really make much else, she said as she ladled out the soup, keeping out of arms reach from him. so besides being Italian, why are you in the Mafia? Why not find more honest means of work?
Thread: Mills and Mafia (LuanaXVictorian)

He sat in silence for a while. She stared at him as he reach into the recesses of his mind. For a moment he seemed offended. Pensive but affronted. Then angry or perhaps jaded. She spooned up some of the soup as he thought. The soup was certainly not good. Well she had never really learned to cook. Relatively bland but for the pepper and mild flavor of the ham bone. Plus the vegetables were utterly soggy. Finally he spoke and she sat back. The Irish wanted to keep them down? That was how he saw it? This was the land of opportunity, so her father had said. Besides, wasn't it Jimmy's boss who had loaned money to her father, putting her family wildly into debt? It seemed an odd stance but she wasn't about to begin a debate. His thumbs up to her soup made her laugh. She knew it was terrible but he ate it anyways. It was all they had. A full belly was the more important task anyways. She would have time to practice, they could be held up in the cottage for a while. She waved her hand, refusing the alcohol. Wine was alright but she was hardly a fan of beer or liquors. Their meal done he gathered the bowls to go wash them out. She smiled a little at him. I'll bring a lantern out. Can't have my protector falling and breaking his neck. Besides, I wanted to wash up a bit before bed. Taking up one of the oil lamps she walked out to the pond with Jimmy. Luckily it was quite dark out. She set down the light on the shore near him. A small copse of hawthorn made a perfect screen and wasn't too far. Stay here and don't get any funny ideas, she said with a warning wag of her finger. Leaving the light with him she picked her way to the bush and sidled behind it. The darkness and bush would provide enough cover and she was more than willing to take her chances if it meant being clean. She removed the simple dress and her shift, draping them over the bush. Naked and shivering she waded into the water to rinse and scrub her body and hair. The water was chill but it felt good to have a modicum of cleanliness once more.
Thread: Mills and Mafia (LuanaXVictorian)

Just as she moved to go around him, back to her own little shelter, he moved towards her. His movements were slow but not calculating. He had the look of a man lost in a dream. Her face warmed again and the deep ache throbbed her lower stomach again. She should have moved, should have dodged him and fled like she had when he taught her such a unique way of eating pasta. Instead of doing the right thing and fleeing she held still. His hands, warm and gentle, trailed fire on her waist. A chill trickled down her spine as his lips found hers. Instantly she was shivering but warm from head to toe. Her body held stock still a moment. Thoughts whirled through her mind fast enough to make her dizzy. It was wrong, so very wrong. Everything about this shouldn't be happening. Yet she could find no true reason to protest. Ever nerve of her body was tuned to where they met. Slowly her body relaxed and she took a small step towards him, pressing her body against his. The prod on her hips from his manhood should have shamed her. God would strike them down for this act. But no lightening came, no leviathan from the deep. How could this be wrong? It was thrilling and beautiful. One arm wrapped around his waist, fingers lightly tracing his spine. Her other hand reached up and laid gently on his neck. A little sound of surprise left her throat as she felt his tongue graze the inside of her mouth. Her hand slid behind his head as her tongue met his. They tasted and delved, her tongue dancing with his. She was fully aware of her body pressed against the hard planes of his chest and stomach. Every inch of alive with the feeling of him against her. A few moments, minutes, hours or years passed she wasn't entirely certain. But she pulled her lips from his. We...we shouldn't, she managed to say. A small moment of clarity. But still she hung onto him, unwilling to let go. Yet there, in the moonlight, thigh deep in water she wanted him. It was utter madness but as she gazed up at him she couldn't think of a single reason why it was wrong, why they shouldn't. Her fingers played lightly in his hair. Something inside of her said jump. Up on her toes, without a thought, she took his lips once more. This time not so gentle. She pressed all the closer to him, her chest pressed to his stomach.
Thread: Mills and Mafia (LuanaXVictorian)

Bliss. Heaven. No word seemed strong enough. Maeve had never felt so alive. So in tune with anther person. Sure tearing up the country side and flying over fences with Chulainn was a thrill and the bond between horse and rider was deep. But this was utterly different. The deep, aching need seemed to swallow her whole. All senses attuned to just one person. Her feet left the muddy lake bottom. With an impressive ease he had lifted her right out of the water. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her muscles strong and tight from riding. She clung to him with ease. His length pressed against the most intimate part of her body sending a wave of desire through her. Already she was slick and more than ready for him. Her hands clung to his shoulders, nails just lightly scraping his skin. When his thumb brushed her nipple she gave the tiniest of gasps and shivered. Her breasts tightened and the nipple became a hard nub. Her nails ever so slightly bit into his shoulders. Slowly, gently she pulled away from his kisses. Her hands moved to his cheeks, her thumbs gently brushing his cheek bones. Her eyes were bright in the moonlight as she looked into his eyes. She had never really looked at him before, she realized. The finely sculpted planes of his face. His eyes strangely kind despite the attitudes he tended towards. The lashes full. Desire was well written on her face as she gazed at him but she gave the tiniest hint of a smile. Make love to me, Jimmy. He voice was barely a whisper. It was a request and a command all at once.
Thread: Mills and Mafia (LuanaXVictorian)

He carried her with ease. Out of the water and to the tiny, sandy beach. By God he was strong. He didn't seem to strain himself in the least as he carried her and laid both of them down, ever so gently. It made a pleasant warmth spread through her. His lips found hers once again. This time far more gentle and sweet than the hungry meeting of teeth and tongues. Her breasts tingled as he gently fondled them, the nipples hard beneath his hands. Between her legs she felt him rocking himself, easing himself inside of her. Warring moments of bliss and pain shot through her. Then his tongue found her nipple. She shivered almost violently with a throaty squeak. He didn't spend long on the taught peak. Once more their lips joined and he pressed further into her. This time it was more painful than pleasurable. Her body seized a moment and she let out a small cry, quickly stifled. She had heard it hurt the first time but she still hasn't been entirely ready. All at once he stopped and pulled out. Her heart gave a massive thump in her chest. Had she done something wrong? For someone usually so confident she had lost all her boldness. This was utterly new territory. She looked to him with worry creasing her brows. Yet the gentle expression eased her some. The muscles under her skin flexed and contracted as he kissed his was down her body. She was puzzled but the sensation of his lips along her stomach and hips outweighed it. When she cried out again it wasn't in pain. His gentle lips and tongue between her legs set off an chain of explosions across her body. Her back arched and her hands drive into his hair. He licked and teased her, spreading her with his tongue. Even talk from some of the few girls she knew didn't discuss this act. Suddenly she couldn't hold still no matter how hard she tried. Every movement of his lips and tongue sent sparks and wave of pleasure through her. She panted softly, first between clenched teeth. Finally she couldn't hold her silence. She panted and gasped as he licked and delved into her. Her body relaxed around his probing tongue as she writhed to his ministrations.
Thread: Mills and Mafia (LuanaXVictorian)

He was relentless. Maeve's fingers dug and grasped at his hair as she writhed under him. When he stopped she felt momentarily dizzy. Her chest rose and fell as she took deep gasps of night air. She lifted her head ever so slightly as he prowled up her body to lay across her. She wrapped her slender arms around him, encircling his lean hips with her legs. This time when he slid himself into her there was no resistance, no pain. Her back arched, pressing her hips to his. Air slid past her clench teeth while her nails lightly dug into her back. His rhythmic thrusting made her toes curl against his thighs. Each thrust was accompanied by a little gasp, a squeak, or moan. She felt him not just between her legs, filling her utterly, but in every corner of her body. Her hips matched in time with his with it her even needing to think of it. Everything was pure feel, sheer instinct. She couldn't possibly think beyond the pleasure. He sped up and her nails dug deeper into his skin, creating small dents and scratches. His warm breath on her ear tickled and tingled, adding to the pressure that built in her abdomen. Every touch to her neck and breast sent warm chills across her body. Her pitch grew as she held to him, gasping as he pushed himself deeper and faster into her body. His whispered word, though perplexing, did nothing to change the intense joy she was feeling. Then all at once the world reeled. Her body tensed, tightening around his manhood. The pressure released and waves of pleasure washed over her. Nails raked down his back as she cried out, her body shaking and shivering in the throes of orgasm. As quickly as it came on it was gone leaving her weak and still shivering. Her breath came in deep gasps. Though her limbs felt cumbersome and heavy she still clung onto him. Her mind reeling from the experience. There truly were no words. How could something so beautiful, so powerful be so condemned? He was right. Indeed her taught her some things. It was a lesson she was not likely to forget.
Thread: Mills and Mafia (LuanaXVictorian)

Maeve felt his body tense. Then he suddenly yanked himself away and she felt droplets of his warm seed fall across her belly and hips. They had been careless and yet she didn't particularly care. Still her mind reeled at the experience. He tried to joke but she just grinned at him a little. He was careful and gentle, trying to clean up the bit of sticky mess. His arms came around her and lifted her from the ground with ease. Back into the lake to clean up again. She let him bathe her. It made her heart light to watch him so gentle. Caring. Who knew this Italian with his gruff exterior could behave like that. In turn she cleaned him off, letting her fingers trail across the flat planes of his chest and abdomen. His comment brought out a laugh. I can't get myself pregnant. It does take two. She said with a smirk. Heading out of the water he took her hand. She smiled and laced her small, thin fingers between his far larger hands. They went inside and to the larger bedroom. Clearly he was intent on spending the night with her. After their escapades outside she could hardly protest now. Not that she really wanted to. Snuggled down into the soft bed she curled up close to him. No thought was needed. Her head on his chest, one leg wrapped around his. There was only one way they could possibly be closer and she wasn't certain she had the energy for it. She wished it could stay like this. Forget the mill and her house. Forget the debts her family owed. She could learn to cook...hopefully. They could have a simple life there at the cottage. But it was impossible. What if her mother and Chulainn? Surely Jimmy had family as well. She sighed sadly and nestled her face against his neck. Just a couple nights, maybe a week if they were so fortunate.
Thread: Mills and Mafia (LuanaXVictorian)

Maeve slept peacefully that first night, and subsequent nights. Nestled warm and secure in Jimmy's arms she couldn't remember ever sleeping better. In the morning she woke to an empty bed but a savory smell wafting in from the kitchen. Quickly borrowing a shirt she went out to the kitchen to find Jimmy cooking breakfast. It gave her paused and she laughed. Maybe you should be the cook from now on. Through the days time was spent making sure they would have food and wood for fire. The cottage was also made a little more defensible. The biggest undertaking was digging out some of the drive so that cars couldn't swarm in too close. If anyone arrived they would have to make the final 50 feet on foot. Maeve found time in the evenings to alter her father's clothes for Jimmy, all the while thanking her mother for teaching her some wifely skills. Other wifely skills she had to learn partially on her own or from Jimmy. Their first night together was a prelude to the next few days. Maeve was more than willing to listen and learn. Comfortable enough to giggle at mistakes and lose herself in his arms. Four days of bliss and peace. She tried not to fool herself into loving him. This was temporary and she knew it. She wasn't the type of girl Jimmy would go for. He was worldly and crafty. She grew up with servants. But, for the time being, she would enjoy her time with him and worry about moving on later. Maeve was at the side of the cottage hanging laundry to dry when she head the rumble of cars in the distance. Jimmy! She shouted for him, dropping the wet laundry and skirting into the house. The rumbling drew closer. Then a series of bangs and screeching metals. Well, at least their trench worked. The men staggered from their ruined vehicles. It would take hours to get them out. But first they had marks to persue. Most gathered around the front while a few walked around the back. Here we are again Jimmy! Came a shout from outside. Dan, the one shouting threats and demands last time, had led another group after Jimmy. You're gonna die in there Jimmy. You know that, doncha? Sad to survive the Great War but die hold up like a coward in some ramshackle little hut. Why doncha come out? Bring that pretty little cooze with ya. Promise we'll take real good care of her.
Thread: I got a failing PS4. I really am in need of tips, insight.

Hi! Since this is where gamers gather on BlueMoon, I thought it'd be best to place it here... Well, I bought a PS4 about 1 month ago. It's been a blast, up until now. Here are the list of problems I am having with it... 1. The biggest issue the controller. I only own 1, it's fully charged, but upon turning it on only able to use the touchpad to turn it on, it disconnects automatically after about 3-4 seconds. Therefore the Home button doesn't function at all, so I even have to kickstart my PS4 using the on-button on the machine itself. I don't know if it's the cord that's having issues, but it's fully charged. 2. Since day 1, the Discdrive is having trouble acceptingrunning discs. I've been buying all my games digitallysince then. Once inserting the disc, any disc, it makes a really weird LOUD grinding sound. Then it ejects it. Then, it won't accept any game disc or DVD movie disk, even after rebooting. Then several days later, it seems to have solved its problem, but then, at random, the issue continues. 3. Just days ago, the PS4 turned itself on, all by itself. It was OFF. Nothing, not even my cats, touched the damn thing. Is that even normal? I still have my warranty, it will expire roughly 10 months from now. But I don't want to waste my warranty if these issues can be fixed, you know? I browsed the web for days on end. Some say the blutooth antenna may be damaged, or that shoving that disc with a little too much force may damage the drive. I never had so much trouble with a console. It's my...6th console ever with the Nintendo Entertainment System. Never had any problems before, my PS3 being my previous baby, and I love it. Seems...sturdier than my PS4.
Thread: I got a failing PS4. I really am in need of tips, insight.

Turn the PS4 off, and then press and HOLD the power button until you hear a second beep. Takes 10-15 seconds. This will start in safe mode, with a few recovery options. The one you want is Rebuild Database. Run this process. That should address Issue 3 Assuming it didn't power on to accept an update file or the like, and maybe Issue 2, unless 2 is a fucked drive. The controller sounds like it's not finding the playstation, and may need to be resynced. Just plug it into the system and try turning it on with the playstation button. If that doesn't work, my guess would be some kind of hardware failure in the controller's bluetooth. Try pairing it to your phone or laptop or whatever hold playstion button and share, I think, for about ten seconds when it's off. It'll come on with the lightbar flickering white, and be discoverable by other bluetooth devices to see if it works with other things. Try all of that and report back. I don't have high hopes for the disc drive grinding noises are BAD, but Rebuild Database is some kind of magical panacea for various PS4 woes. It should always be your first choice when something acts weird.
Thread: I got a failing PS4. I really am in need of tips, insight.

I think I'm at the end of the line here. It might be that the controller simply got a serious malfunction, although it still gives off that orange light when supposedly charging. Makes it impossible to navigate through Safe Mode, let alone choose anything on the screen. The PS button simply won't turn it on, anymore. The touchpad doesn't respond, unlike before. I used a programme on my laptop, as you suggested, to test PS3 and PS4 controllers alike. The DS4 won't turn on, nor register, using the usb cable. Do I want to spend 60 bucks on a new DS4? I'm still sitting on the fence. Might as well buy a new charging cable, to find out. sigh
Thread: I got a failing PS4. I really am in need of tips, insight.

Don't need to buy a charge cord, it's microUSB. AKA, the cord every non-apple cellphone has used for ten years. It doesn't need to be Sony-branded or anything. Got any friends with a DS4? At this point, trying other controllers is probably how to go.
Thread: I got a failing PS4. I really am in need of tips, insight.

Sounds like you just have a faulty system altogether. There was an odd issue awhile back that circulated with both PS4 and XB1. People would be dropping their systems or the systems were shaken in box, accidents, etc. and the disc drive would go faulty. This may sound dumb and a little off, but trust me. Try lightly dropping the system only about half a foot should do onto a soft surface such as your bed or a pillow. This may resolve your second issue.
Thread: I got a failing PS4. I really am in need of tips, insight.

Trygon said Don't need to buy a charge cord, it's microUSB. AKA, the cord every non-apple cellphone has used for ten years. It doesn't need to be Sony-branded or anything. Got any friends with a DS4? At this point, trying other controllers is probably how to go. Click to expand... My friends aren't into gaming, so pretty much no. I was thinking about that, too.
Thread: I got a failing PS4. I really am in need of tips, insight.

Bumping just because this is good info for people to know
Thread: Savage, vicious and passionate characters within. {MxF - Plot based}

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Thread: Savage, vicious and passionate characters within. {MxF - Plot based}

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Thread: Warpath of The Demon Prince (interest check)

I enjoy this idea and would be interested in playing a female character. Not sure of what she would be, I will wait to see what others choose and will put her in appropriatly.
Thread: Warpath of The Demon Prince (interest check)

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