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Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

When the voice of the Demon King resounded through the festival, Emil immediately let his spiked club drop to the arena floor out of reverence. He seemed almost bewitched by the sound of the King's every word. In all honesty, he respected the man more than any other he'd ever come to know... Such a man craved equality for all demons, judged only by their abilities and not by their appearances. But, as he continued to speak, Emil's crimson eyes widened to the point of abnormality. There is nothing that should harm those pelts! What was that supposed to mean? His jaw dropped. He was being judged by only his appearance.. by the Demon King himself? Why? He wanted this to end honorably-- in a battle of blood. The contest, instead, shall be a contest more befitting of forms so beautiful. Oh, fuck... What would it be, then? Were they going to have a cooking competition, or maybe a wrestling match without weapons? Maybe they would priss over each others hair or share a romantic evening with candlelight. Come on... He scoffed at the thoughts that ran through his head. Ridiculous. Sex. Yeah, his eyes widened even more at the sound of the word that spilled from his most-admired man's lips. They were to do something so intimate in front of this many demons? He laughed loudly, thinking it was some sort of sick joke. He heard his enemy yell. Lowly? What's that about? I'm wearing more clothes than you are. Shouldn't that make me superior? He murmured more to himself than his foe, pursing his lips and letting his eyelids shape his eyes into a devastating glare. When the King said the demon had to do it or else he would be killed, Emil smiled. This was his expertise-- he was quite good at everything intimate... And this other guy seemed so clearly negative about it. He could win this. Wait, how was he supposed to win? He wondered how a contest in sex worked, but shrugged. He dropped his spiked club behind him and it made a loud, vibrating thud against the marble. When he saw his enemy's muscles tense up, he grinned. At least the guy was attractive, right? He approached him and ran a hand over the bulging veins in the hot-headed demon's upper arm before crossing over his chest and teasing a firm nipple. You'd better know my name if we're to do this. Emil. And you're going to lose-- sex is my specialty. He put his lips to better use, sucking on the nipple roughly, but not in a way so as to draw blood. It was seductive, erotic. Give in, won't you? He looked up from the demon's chest before standing up straight and fondling the male's loin cloth with a wide smirk. If you continue to be angry about this arrangement, you'll die.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

Ahmar closed his eyes, out of pride. The touch was something fierce for him. He was born out of love love making was like purification. He inhaled as deep as he could, before sighing, at the frankly unexpected touch. You're quite the arrogant one. Still tense, he shook a bit as he felt Emil's hand reach his loincloth.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

Love wasn't as pure to Emil. Lust was his true passion-- he'd never been in love, and never intended to be. The body was a truly magical thing, no matter if it was of mortal or demonic origin. Satisfaction was a bliss he wouldn't ignore nor avoid. Not now, for damn sure. He had to win this to save his skin... literally. He wouldn't die. No, not here. Not now. The demon before him seemed proud, condescending, even brooding. Emil laughed at the expression on the male's face. Aren't you going to tell me your name? It's only polite. The sigh only made Emil more ready to get right to it. Indifference was truly an attractive trait... The colder, the better. This would be emotionless, wouldn't it? Emotions were useless, anyway. He used his sharp nails to rip through the side of the male's loincloth, but held it in place. Prepared to be exposed to the crowd, or are you still shaking with rage? He grinned. This was getting more and more fun, wasn't it?
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

A-Ahmar. My glory means I have no shame. He stood, firm and proud as ever. The front of his cloth was somewhat poking out, though, in firm contrast to his pride. He crossed his arms, almost defiantly. As this was, he breathing was uneven still shaking.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

Ahmar, huh? I don't think I've heard a name like that before. Emil was enjoying playing with small-talk while they were clearly not in a small-talk sort of situation. The contrast was dramatic, amusing, even. He ran his tongue over his lips as he saw the bulge beginning to form against the loin cloth. An erection. I wonder if you've got anything to be proud of between those legs. He chuckled, releasing his grip on the cloth and letting it fall to the other male's feet.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

Thick, but not full - or fully revealed - Ahmar stood, still proud. He wasn't about to let Emil just do what he wished, but in his humiliation, and in his arousal, he was all but paralysed. With the cloth fallen, he widened his stace, showing off almost. The skin was smooth, but tight hairless too, as if his body were built specifically for this. He began to reach for Emil, but wasn't moving quickly at all.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

Emil's lips parted slightly when he saw the mass of flesh between Ahmar's thighs, prime for prodding and stroking, licking and sucking. Not yet at full length, clearly... He wanted to change that. Not a bad showing. Unexpectedly clean... You keep it well maintained, don't you? A minor bulge began to show in his own lower cloth-- but he wouldn't let it control him. He had enough experience to hold back until he could truly enjoy the moment. His fingertips descended from the demon's chest and rubbed the muscle all the way down until his flesh met the flesh of the base. He wrapped his fingers around the demon's cock and smiled at him, almost nervously-- why was he nervous? He'd done this a million times. He used his free hand to grab Ahmar's incoming palm and laughed. Where do you want to touch me? Here? He guided the male's hand to his chest, and rubbed it against his own nipple with an exaggerated, theatrical moan before laughing again.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

Ahmar's hand to Emil's chest, he nearly lost himself. He shook so violently, that he fell to his knees, involuntarily catching himself with his forearms. The way he fell - face up - more or less involutarily presented himself directly to his opponent. The tip, though obviously wet from arousal, hadn't yet presented itself, though. The embarrassment and the humiliation came full force. Ahmar was still shaking, having caught his heart racing. He was looking around, at the onlookers, amused at his predicament. In all of this, he hadn't noticed Emil's nervousness.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

When Ahmar literally fell to the floor of the arena, Emil arched an eyebrow before letting out a loud chuckle and sitting beside the male's easily accessible body. He shook off his nervousness and brought his palm right back to the demon's dick, stroking it a little to warm it up. Calm down, won't you? Enjoy it-- I know I'm good at what I do. Surrender to pleasure, and say fuck you to whatever virtue you're still holding on to.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

Those words infuriated him combined with the humilation, his complexion was turning reddish same as a human's. But stuck there, he was literally in the palm of Emil's hand. He hadn't yet caught his breath his chest expanded to his breathing and all the pulsations within him only involuntarily served to begin a process already in Emil's hands. The wetness, due to Emil's squeezing, began to drip out, with the soft flesh growing thick right in his palm. His whole body was starting a lesser flush, complementary to his face. Perhaps this is why he was called Ahmar - red. F-fuck yourself. He whispered.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

Emil began to feel a bit of precum dripping from within the foreskin-- he couldn't yet see the head of Ahmar's cock, but he awaited it with ecstasy. The fact that the male's body was reacting so passionately made Emil all the more braced to really use this demon for his pleasure. Such interesting shyness... It was attractive without being feminine or weak. Strong virtue being lost... What a gorgeous sight. You're blushing... Emil began stroking him faster, using the creamy liquid seeping from the foreskin as lubricant to achieve a stronger sense of lust and desire within his opponent. With his free hand, he rubbed and delicately pinched the lying-down Ahmar's nipples, one at the time. No, I don't think I'd win if I fucked myself. I'd much rather fuck someone like you. He teased.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

That was it. With his hand, Emil pushed out Ahmar's head, letting the fluid drip down. Mixing with the motion of the hand, it smoothed the motion, making it pure rubbing. The pleasure went throughout him, and in his collapsed state he collapsed further. He was thicker, and as Emil moved the hand, he could feel pulsations underneath. In seconds, the white fluid came out, and, due to the angle Emil had him in, caused his chest to be covered in it. The scent of cum covered him, as he let go one large, tenor sigh, bringing himself to a stronger firmness. His whole body was now flushed. He had stopped shaking.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

Emil's own pleasure was starting to show-- his loin cloth was stretching to the point of strain, but he found it much more erotic to please the other demon than go about pleasing himself. Emil watched as the head came into view the entire manhood was at full length. He uttered a slight pout of satisfaction. The pulsations were an aphrodisiac-- with each pulse, Emil felt himself growing more and more stiff. When Ahmar came, he gasped. You- You're done already? He looked shocked, but then put on a bright smile. He wrote his name with the cum on Ahmar's chest, as if marking him. He stood up. I suppose I won? His ruby eyes looked directly at the Demon King. He didn't know if this was the way to win or not-- but what more would he do? Not all demons could cum more than once. Was Ahmar one of those one-shotters, or did he have more in him?
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

With his back turned away from him, Emil didn't sense as Ahmar stood and reached around him. In a swift, quick movement, he tore away the remaining rags, pushing Emil away enough to turn around. Don't be so cocky. It's not over yet! I was born of love. This is nothing. I'll finish you. He said this, with a look of utmost determination in his eyes a look of hatred, but one too of carnal desire. His tongue poked out from his lips, as his manhood was back to full thickness. He looked at his mate, almost studiously, looking for any possible weakpoint.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

Emil was shocked to feel a sudden pressure-- and then the cold draft of air that now pushed all over his chest and erection. So he hadn't won? What happened to the shaking, embarrassed demon on the ground? He pouted for a moment, facing Ahmar. His pale body, exposed to the crowds. He sighed. He didn't really like showing himself off like this, but he would have to get over that now. His rags wouldn't cover anything. His cut cock hung between his thighs at a moderate size. He wasn't especially embarrassed about it. Lust against love, huh? I'd place a coin purse on lust any day. He grinned. Maybe this would be even more fun. He looked back, debating if he should get his spiked club or not... but no, killing the demon wouldn't help him to win. He had to win this sexually. His pink nipples began to firm up as he gazed at the aggressive demon before him. Come-- oh, wait.. You already have. He laughed.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

Choking it all down, Ahmar turned rage into a smile, walking calmly towards him. In a bit of a bluff, he made it look as it he tripped, only to take the opportunity to grab his opponent. His hands were a bit courser something built up during the fights previous, but none-the-less soft. With his long, wet tongue, he started from the bottom - Emil's bet - licking up. Perhaps it was his demonic nature, but the tongue itself was rough, giving a strange texture to the licking. With his left hand, Ahmar pumped Emil, using his thumb to repeatedly rub outwards on the bottom of Emil's shaft. The look turned solemn his face was graceful, but neither happy, nor angry. Certainly not dead inside, simply beautiful.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

A smile? Emil arched an eyebrow as he braced himself for what he thought would be some kind of enraged violent assault. When he saw the demon trip, his eyes widened. Was this some kind of joke, or was he really so clumsy that he would trip without any obstacle to take balance from his toes? When he was grabbed, his lips parted for a moment of temporary shock. A sandpaper tongue licked at him, and he couldn't say he didn't enjoy the feeling of the strange rough texture. Emil fumbled with how he should react when he felt his erection growing in the... surprisingly capable palm of his enemy, caught off guard by this new willingness.
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Putting the lower hand on Emil's thigh, Ahmar moved back down, licking him down to the underside of his sack, his warm breath moving across Emil's thighs. With a suck, he pulled back, still pumping Emil with the hand not used for support. What sort of demon is so sufficiently satisfied that he'll only last one round? For that matter, what sort of demon has allowed his form to be cut? Don't you have any pride? I'm an embodiment of parted love, what the hell are you? With that, he bent Emil's manhood more toward himself, licking a couple of around the base of the head, before taking all of it in his lips. The look he gave, up to Emil, was still just grace, but in his eyes a bit of the confidence from earlier was beginning to come back.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

Emil relaxed, immobile for the moment voluntarily. He didn't feel the need to tackle Ahmar and make him cum again-- not right now, anyway. He would enjoy this for a bit before making any notable action on the other male. He laughed when the demon began to attempt at berating him. Parted love? I suppose you'll be spouting depressing poetry soon enough... And what are demons if not the creatures of temptation, lust, and bloodshed? I've proven I can embody all three-- Compared to your love. Where do you stand, Ahmar? Your fairytales are nothing in this world. He closed his eyes while Ahmar began pushing forward with pleasure. His erection was at full mast now inside his foe's mouth. Normally a threatening position to be in when faced with a fatal opponent.. but not this time. Not when this was a competition of sex. He pushed his hips forward to further press his dick passed Ahmar's lips, grinning before letting out a hollow moan.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

Ahmar received the motion, moving as much of Emil's manhood into him as he could. With his hand now freed, it lowered, cupping Emil underneath, slowly alternating fingers between a gentle inward press and an outward. He started bobbing his head inward and outward, letting the soft, wet warmth of his lips and tongue move in friction against his skin. His breath brushed against Emil's pubic mound, blowing down his lap against his thighs and the sides uncovered of his sack. An honest temptation of Ahmar's was to do violence, with his opponent so vulnerable but he decided not to, so as not to incur the wrath of the Demon King. Also, too, was his desire to explain precisely how Emil was underestimating him, but he choked that down with Emil's pleasure - and so-thought loss. That last bit - Emil's moan - encouraged this kinder behaviour, giving Ahmar the belief that it would be easy to win. He rationalised, although he felt pleasure easily, he knew his endurance was greater than any other he had taken to bed before - human, demon, even god - and that this lowly cut demon would surely be simply to exhaust.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

...and so Love sucks the Lust's cock. Emil laughed at the irony of everything, biting his lip to dissipate what seemed to be the implication of another incoming moan. Ahmar certainly wasn't bad at this... but he'd been through the motions of a blowjob many times before. He was used to the feel of the moist, hot tongue whipping against the sides of his shaft as heated breath poured across the flesh. You're not bad at this for someone so taken with virtue... it seems the man who came all over his chest, lying on his back, from two minutes ago is replaced by a sexual deviant, mask tossed aside. His crimson eyes sparked as he watched Ahmar take him, his face slightly flushed.
Thread: Dämonspiel (Tiberius and Cannon)

Ahmar pulls away, if for only a moment something he wanted to say got the better of him. With the hand off by the side, the one that supported him by the thigh, he unconsciously pressed against his own chest, wetting his hand in his own seed. Lust is mere instinct, it only ever creates. With love, however, one can feel jealous and kill because of lust's actions. With love, men go to war to slaughter other men, all in the name of protecting what they love. Without love, there is no hate, just as without truth there is no lie. Lust does nothing but inspire procreation. You're powerless to harm without me. You're my little tool, nothing more. With the hand somewhat soiled, he grabbed Emil's shaft, to keep it full as he spoke. Soaked from Ahmar's mouth, he gripped it, rubbing his thumb repeatedly from the base to just under the tip, keeping the friction constant. His other hand continued it's endeavours, occasionally giving a gentle pull at the soft skin. The middle finger drifted farther and farther back, pushing up against the area immediately behind.
Thread: Not only the three bears

Ashlynn paused next to a rather large oak tree, Her eyes turning to the brightly lit canopy of the forest.Her golden locks tousled and mussed around her shoulders, still dancing along in the wind. There was something oddly different about this forest, she knew that. Many had warned her away from the forest. But had she listened? Nooooo. Know look at what she had gotten herself into. She was lost, and she could have sworn that she had come to this particular oak a few times already. Giving a soft pout she plunked herself down onto a large sturdy log. Her arms wrapping around her rib cage, supporting Her well endowed beasts. Her blue eyes full of worry. How long had it been now. Two hours three hours? Tears began to bite at her eyes, stinging dryly before spilling down her cheeks. running over the soft speckles of her freckles along her cheeks. Would she ever get out? Would someone come and rescue her. How could they, she hadn't even left a note on the dining table like she had thought to do. Now no one knew where she was. giving another sigh she stood to her feet, her stomach giving a low rumble. Didn't help she was hungry as well. Shaking her head she pushed on, her soft brown boots silent on the dirted path. Her green skirt ruffling around her creamy white thighs. A smell, food, something sweet, yet holding a hint of spice. The smell made her mouth water, stopping her briefly in her path before turning it into a full out run. She was hungry and there was food near, Her nose never lied. despite feeling watched, she slowed. Her eyes large, as her breathing grew quick.Glancing around she found no one insight. Hello? Anyone home? She called out as her slender hand took hold of the door handle. Finding it unlocked she pushed it open. Sticking her head in. The room was warm. Smelt sweet with the scent of fresh food. Anyone? She called in her eyes sweeping through the kitchen and the joining living room. Pushing into the room and closing the door she walked to the kitchen. Finding a large bowl, of porridge and fruits. Berries to e precises.Her stomach rumbled hungrily. They wouldn't mind would they? Just a little bit? There was a clean spoon next to the bowl. She knew she shouldn't, but her gut was telling her otherwise. Slowly she began to feast. The porridge hot,sweet, and delicious. Drawing out a contented sigh from her lips. God how it tasted so good.
Thread: Not only the three bears

Jack, Chris, and Kyle all walked down the path to their home. They conversed casually amongst themselves. Their fur contraste each others heavily. Chris had a pure white coat, he walked on his back two legs he laughed at one of his friends particularly funny jokes. Jack had a pure black coat , he was loud making vulgar jokes to his friends. Kyle was a little smaller then the other two, he had a light brown pelt, he walked in relative silence, making small contribution tha were typically witty and well thought out. Chris stopped extending his arm infront of his friends,the door to their home looked different to his sharp eyes. He sniffed the air, someone was here. He hated intruders, he came out here to live in peace from the humans who had prodded and poked at him becuase he could talk. Chris went to the stump for chopping wood and grabbed up the axe. While his claws could suffice he felt it necessary to obtain something with a longer reach. The other two readied their claws. With caution they approached the door, Jack stuck his ear to the door. Someone was eating in their home. He gestured to have his friends do the same, Chris let out a low growl, while in audible inside it was obvious to his friends Chris was not happy, out of all of them he hated humans the most. Kyle grabbed the knob and pushed it open calmly, Chris leaped in with Jack,Who the fuck are you? he snarled addressing the women in the room. Kyle walked between his friends and the girls, still calm he bent to her level,My friends there wan to kill you. Now why are you here?
Thread: Not only the three bears

Ashlynn took in what comforts of the home provide her, no shame at all. Finishing up the food that was in the bowl. Her belly content . She hadn't meant to eat the entire bowl or porridge, she just well was hungrier then she had anticipated. Her large blue eyes examined the fine details of the home. No Pictures of the owners of the homes, simply paintings of large bears sanding erect like a human. Humming softly, she moved on, exploring every room till she returned to the kitchen. How she didn't know that the owners of this home, were the three bears that were painted on canvas and hanging on the walls. She washed dishes she used little did she know that the owners were home. till she heard the loud snarl behind. She still. Her heart jumped, paused before racing. Her breath held as she grew cold with instant fear. Who or whatever it was was clearly not happy with her. She turned quickly. Finding herself confronted by the same bears from the paintings. At such display of anger, it had brought on a sheen of on shed tears. I was lost, I I mean no harm truly. She stammered. I smelt the food and i came here. Im sorry I I will leave. She stuttered scared, her back pressing against the hard counter.
Thread: Zelda Fans -- Please look!

I need opinions! RAWR!! -- Saria Sage of Forest!! -- Zelda Sage of Time!! --Link Fierce Deity!! --Link and Zelda
Thread: Zelda Fans -- Please look!

I really like the artwork on Zelda the Sage of Time. The others just seem wrong, their proportions off. I think the nose needs to be longer for Link, as for Saria she looks to old. However your Zelda is spot on, she looks amazing and I think you did a bang up job on her. I hope you submit more work, it was nice viewing some Zelda fan art.