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Thread: A princess holds her head high ( Drake & Nightsorceress))

Drake was the most caniving of men. He was black muscular and bald but it wasn't because he was a slave really. What the palace didn't know it was a hairstyle where he lived now. It was very famous indeed. But the king was unforgiving. Drake heard of the new slave that came and little did he know it was the princess herself. He paid his men as usual and headed to the cells to see the girl. Once he walked to her cell a particular grin came upon his face as he sayswhy your majesty. ow nice of you to visit. He lowered himself to see her eyes better as he grinned.
Thread: LF frequent IM partners

Joshua said Exactly what it says on the tin. I do most things, but won't do anything like scat, mutilation etc. Just gimmie a heads up, and I'll tell you if it's okay. I'm a big fan of Futa, furry, bestiality and Fantasy rp, and I'm happy to play M or F. I'm okay with Yuri and Yaoi, I'll gladly do fanfic stuff and extended stories, though I prefer one-shots. I'm generally dominant, but I can do submissive at a push.... Females only, please. just add my AIM whenever goingdown1989 Can do msn, but you'll have to ask me for it, Click to expand... When are your normally on? I tried IMing you.
Thread: LF frequent IM partners

HorrorShow said Joshua said Exactly what it says on the tin. I do most things, but won't do anything like scat, mutilation etc. Just gimmie a heads up, and I'll tell you if it's okay. I'm a big fan of Futa, furry, bestiality and Fantasy rp, and I'm happy to play M or F. I'm okay with Yuri and Yaoi, I'll gladly do fanfic stuff and extended stories, though I prefer one-shots. I'm generally dominant, but I can do submissive at a push.... Females only, please. just add my AIM whenever goingdown1989 Can do msn, but you'll have to ask me for it, Click to expand... When are your normally on? I tried IMing you. Click to expand... I'm online now, and should be most of tonight
Thread: Awash (open)

I woke up to a strange scent of sweet smells, a cinnamon-like smoke sensuously slithering through my senses. The cabin was dark, and my eyes adjusted to the flickering light of the fire in front of me. Fire? Ah, yes. I and my beloved were on a merchant ship, making an important trip to escort our employer's cargo to the Old World. But pirates attacked our ship and took both cargo and prisoner. I suppose I should be grateful to them for not killing me or raping my wife, at least while I was conscious. What happened to the pirate ship, I am unclear. I vaguely recall a sudden crash, then blacking out. Water swept over me, sending my beloved wife away into the depths. Yet, here she was, next to me, naked. As naked as I was, resting on the sandly floor of this hut, this primative dwelling I found myself a prisoner of. For my feet were bound, tied by rope to a stake, as was that of my lover. As my eyes adjusted, I could see five tanned natives in front of me. A tall older woman sat on a high chair, flanked by two younger men, and two younger women. The older woman spoke. And I could somehow comprehend them. We have rescued you and you are in our debt. I am the eldest of what remains of our tribe. Though I am young in years, I am old in wisdom. We are all that remains, after our tribe was lost in a great accident. We must rebuild. We must reclaim this land as ours, for it is our destiny to return. My sons and daughters must reproduce, and we shall test your spirit, to see if your flesh is worthy of ours. The woman stood up. She looked as though she was not much older than us, yet her sonorous voice hinted at an age that I could not comprehend. She was slightly more muscular than my wife, obviously toned from the long hours of work she must have attended to each day to survive on this island. Yet she had a husky beauty, so evident from her half-naked body, clothed in leaves and grass. She sang a deep-throated song, as the tendrils of smoke wrapped around our bodies, cleansing us, readying us for the ritual. She sat down again and beckoned us forward. Now please me, she said. Let us share our energy so that we may become strong.
Thread: Awash (open)

Not terribly interested in this one, but bumping in case anyone is. PM and post if interested.
Thread: A Brother's Responsibilty(Strategist + Fancy)

Noah lay down on his bed, squinting his eyes as the early rays of sunlight shone through his bedroom window. He sighed as he ran his fingers through his long, dark brown hair, frustrated that thier parents had left as soon as winter break had started because of thier work, meaning he had to take care of his younger sister. He slowly turned his head to see the alarm clock showing '801 A.M.'. Too early. he said to himself, shivering from the sheer cold of winter. Hesistantly, he got up to check how his sister was doing. He went out into the hallway and opened another door opposite his own. He knocked. No answer. He gripped his hand on the door knob and slowly turned. It was unlocked. Noah peered inside to see his sister still in bed with the sheets over her head. He could see her trembling, and he couldn't blame her. It was extremely cold, for he had not turned up the temperature in the house, which he was supposed to do.
Thread: A Brother's Responsibilty(Strategist + Fancy)

Heather curled up even more in the blankets. Seriously, these cold winter days were really getting to her. It idn't even help her that much if she buried herself under the covers. She was never really a morning person, though it was hard to fall asleep again when it was this cold. What was her brother doing? He was supposed to be turning the heat on at this time. She heard a few knocks on her door, which made her grumble a little in her drowsy state. She figured he was just going in to check on her, but was it really necessary. It wasn't like she was going to disappear or anything. She wasn't going to get back to sleep anyway, so she might as well get up. Her head popped out from under the covers, her chestnut brown hair a bit messy. Oh...hello Noah. Did you turn up the heat yet...?
Thread: A Brother's Responsibilty(Strategist + Fancy)

Noah had ran down the stairs and turned up the temperature to a warm degree. He ran back up just in time to hear her ask Did you turn up the heat yet? Don't worry, just did, you should feel warm soon. he replied. He went into her room and sat down on the bed next to her. I'm supposed to take care of you know. Our parents are coming back around February. We still have- he said, pointing towards a calendar hung up on her wall, -about two more months, and school starts soon. Will you be okay? he asked, getting back up. I'm going down to make breakfast. You can come when you feel hungry. he said lazily, opening the door to get out. Noah was a good cook. In fact, he cooked every dinner for his family since he was 15, and everyone loved his delicious food. Noah settled on eggs and bacon, and got out the nessecary ingredients from the kitchen fridge and got to work. A couple minutes later, the whole house was smelled of his cooking, and the new warm temperature made the atmosphere feel even better. He smiled as he prepared two dishes and laid them down on the dining table and waited for Heather to come down.
Thread: A Brother's Responsibilty(Strategist + Fancy)

By the time he had got back to her room, Heather could feel the warm air starting to surround her. She slowly slipped out of bed, still shivering a little since the warm air only started up now. She was only dressed in her tanktop and sweatpants. She looked back up at her older brother as he spoke. That's true...it's so weird not having them around for so long. She didn't mind that he had to look over her. They had a pretty good relationship with each other after all. I think I'll take a shower first before I head down. she said, watching him disappear once more. She quickly grabbed some clothes from her closet and headed into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. With how cool it was, it would be great to have a hot morning shower... After about 15 minutes she had finished her shower, quickly getting dressed and heading downstairs. She was always looking forward to her brother's wonderful cooking. She could smell it all over the house. She walked into the kitchen, seeing the meal he had set out fro her. Wow, it looks really good as always. she said, taking her seat.
Thread: A Brother's Responsibilty(Strategist + Fancy)

how old is Heather going to be? Noah beamed at her compliment. That's nice...coming from you. he joked, taking a sip of his orange juice which he had also prepared while she was taking a shower. Noah took a bite bacon and chewed slowly, thinking. He had the whole house to him and Heather, and he could do whatever he wanted to...but he shrugged off the thought, thinking it was immature of him to think of fucking his little sister. But he had longed to do it ever since she started to grow more mature...he took a look at her sleek body, trying not to give himself away. He finished eating his breakfast and put his plate in the dishwasher. He finished his last gulp of juice and put that away too, before heading back to his room. Come in when you need something. he said. Noah closed the door of his room. The thought of screwing Heather and taking her virginity still lingered on him, but he knew that she wouldn't approve.
Thread: A Brother's Responsibilty(Strategist + Fancy)

I'd say 18? Heather gave him a rather odd look. Huh? Is it really that strange that I compliment your cooking skills? I mean, everything you make is really good. I figured you'd be expecting me to say something nice. Course, if things weren't like how they were now, you'd probably be going off to some culinary school wouldn't you think? She took a bit of the bacon and eggs and popped them into her mouth. While he continued to look over her figure, she took a good sip of her orange juice as well. Ah...what a meal this is. Good thing I can eat like this every morning. She finished her breakfast a little after he did, popping the plate and her glass into the dishwasher. She heard his words, a slight grin coming to her face. Maybe. I might only walk in if I want something else to eat. she said with a little chuckle. She wasn't aware of what he was thinking about her, but even she had some rather taboo thoughts about her brother. Of course, she was always curious about what it may be like. Plus, most of the guys at school were so boring. With their parents gone, now would be the ideal time for something like that, but she couldn't possibly do something like that. She wasn't sure what her brother might think if she even brought it up. For the moment, she'd just head back to her own room. A little music might help pass the time.
Thread: A Brother's Responsibilty(Strategist + Fancy)

John had finished reading his magazine and settled it down on his desk. He had been reading very single article, every single sentence to make sure time would pass by. He looked up and saw that about an hour and half had already passed by. He stood up and stretched his back, hearing his bones crack here and there. Geez, I must be getting old. he sighed as he stepped out of his room. He wanted to check how his sister was doing. He knocked three times like he normally did and opened the door. He heard music blaring from the speakers of her MP3 dock, and he went over to sit down on the edge of her bed. Now what? It's only afternoon and we have plenty of time before we go to bed.
Thread: A Brother's Responsibilty(Strategist + Fancy)

Heather lay back on her bead as her music played. She let out a little sigh. Everyday was like this, with nothing to do most of the time. She heard the knocks on her door, and her brother walked into her room once again. I see that you're rather bored yourself. she said. She had to agree with his words. While there were many things she wanted to do, they all seemed out of reach. She didn't know however that they were thinking similar thoughts about each other. She sat up in her bed and turned to face him. That's true. I don't think I can survive just laying around. I gotta do something active, keep moving... When she said that she had actually been thinking those taboo thoughts again. For some reason, the picture of her brother taking her in her room aroused her more than it did before.
Thread: A Brother's Responsibilty(Strategist + Fancy)

John noted her glazed expression and asked, Something wrong, sis? But she always had that look ever since thier parents left, and he though it was a natural thing of hers. I dunno...you're not the type of person to like outdoor activities. he said, and he knew that she hated sweating. Or maybe we could play dirty... he joked, trying to sound casual. John forced a tone of trying to sound sarcastic, hoping she wouldn't find it offending. He lay down on the bed and sighed, trying to listen to the lyrics of the song that was playing. Ugh...he hated ballad.
Thread: The wild west(open see ooc)

as the woman lay helpless several people stood around her.a few actually moving to steal her things until gunshots sent them scattering.the town doctor coming to sit next to her.carefully she removed the others shirt pressing a piece of torn cloth over her injury.she applies pressure and then calls to others to help get the body into the main doctors office were she would be more easily tended.
Thread: I'll Be Your Muse (nothingbutporcelain and deathbyfire)

Noah Bradley wasnt ready for the day to start, as usual. No, it wasnt that he was tired it was because he was just bored. He had been a photographer since he was nineteen years old, starting off taking pictures of weddings for friends and stuff like that. Finally, he had gone to school for it and after graduating, had decided that the fashion industry was where it was all at. Money wise, anyway. That was where he had met Victoria, his ex wife. She was a photographer too and they teamed up on several occasions and that had eventually led to him working up the guts to ask her out and then marriage. And here is where it had ended. With him thirty years old and already divorced. Victoria claimed that she just didnt love him anymore and that he was stopping her from furthering her career. The bitch was just jealous that he was more talented. Or at least that was what he told himself whenever he thought about it. The divorce hadnt been too bad at least they hadnt been married long enough for him to pay her alimony. Yes, she had got the house but he was still making enough money so that it didnt damage him too much. He was now living in a nice two bedroom house in a good neighborhood. At the moment, he was gathering up what supplies he needed to take to the studio. Callie Simpson, Americas most talked about new model was his latest project. He had never met the girl but oh had he heard stories about the seventeen year old. None of them were too good. She was slutty bitch who thought the world revolved around her pretty head and blah blah blah. Well, what model didnt? He was sure that she couldnt be too bad he had dealt with some pretty difficult models before. A little teenager wasnt going to scare him. Noah was dressed as usual for a day at work, casual since he was behind the camera instead of in front of it. Dark wash jeans, converse and a green plaid shirt, the long sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Despite being thirty, he still dressed like he was in his early twenties, didnt look far from it either. He was tall and in good shape, his body muscular. His hair was as usual, a dark brown mess atop his head. It wasnt long before Noah gathered everything he needed and headed outside to his car, placing it in the back seat before getting in and driving to work. The studio wasnt far, about ten minutes. He left his car with the valet and instructed him to bring the supplies in when he was done. He then walked inside and after nodding to the secretary, made his way up the stairs, his light green eyes taking in the familiar view as he pushed the door open to the room they would be using today.
Thread: I'll Be Your Muse (nothingbutporcelain and deathbyfire)

Where is she? Noah asked one of the people working on the lighting and they shrugged. He sighed, moving a hand up to run through his thick hair. Great, so now he was going to have to wait around for her? Almost done with make-up his boss said, poking her head into the room before shutting the door again. Why does she need so much make-up? Shes a modelisnt she supposed to naturally look good? He growled to himself. Patience wasnt one of his virtues. He turned around and finished getting his camera set up. He would be working with the one standing up as well as the one around his neck, for more close up shots. Noah then turned again as he heard a new voice and the sound of heels. It was probably her. His eyes met hers for a moment before sliding over her body. He hadnt been expecting her to be sodeveloped. She was seventeen but she looked more like she was in her twenties. No matter how pretty she was, how good her body looked, he didnt like the tone in her voice. Please go over there to the backdrop, we are already 30 minutes behind Noah told her, his voice much more rough than usual. He nodded his head to the deep purple backdrop with the large blanket thrown over the floor with mounds of pillows on all sides. He knew that he was supposed to remain professional, especially with an underage girl, but he wouldnt be able to help but enjoy this one. Fashion always meant pretty girls but he hadnt had one this pretty in a long time, and in lingerie. That made it all the more interesting.
Thread: I'll Be Your Muse (nothingbutporcelain and deathbyfire)

Callie smirked at Noah when she felt his eyes slide over her body. She knew he was supposed to be professional but she was sure he couldn't help but scan her body. After all she was wearing lingerie. What straight man wouldn't be staring at her right now? Callie didn't mind it. In fact she loved that he was looking at her. This was going to be so much fun. She'd never done a shoot with a photographer who was actually good looking. Most of the people who shot her were guys. Occasionally she would get a few girls. Those were never very fun. She just preferred guys in general. She got along with them more. The girls would always be so jealous of her so she was sure they would try to make her look ugly in her shoots even if they were getting paid to make her look even better than she was. Of course it was nearly impossible to take a bad picture of Callie. She looked good from all angles. I'm really sorry. I just woke up late this morning. I swear I won't be late anymore.. She was a diva but when she found a hot guy she was interested in she always stopped acting like one. Plus she could tell he wasn't happy with her for being so late so she didn't want to make things worse by continuing to act like a spoiled princess. Really the whole diva thing was just an act. Sure sometimes the fame went to her head but she thought if she acted like a bitch all the time it would blind people to the empty, sad look in her eyes. She faked those smiles for the cameras and pretended like she was happy when really she was completely miserable. She was an orphan with a coke and sex addiction. How could she really be happy? Yes sir. She walked over to the blankets and laid down, making sure she was on the side so the front of her amazing body would be facing the cameras. She was always good at making sexy poses. In fact sometimes people told her she was too slutty and she needed to stop posing like a porn star. How's this? She asked him as she stared at the camera with this sexy smirk and a sexy 'come get me' look in her eyes. Her stomach was perfectly flat and her breasts looked amazing like this. It was the perfect pose.
Thread: I'll Be Your Muse (nothingbutporcelain and deathbyfire)

Callie smiled at him because she was glad that he didn't sound that mad anymore. She liked him and didn't want him to have a bad opinion of her. If he told everyone that she was a diva and refused to cooperate with him then people might not want to use her anymore. That couldn't happen. She needed her career to keep going perfectly. She stared at the camera, keeping that sexy look on her face as he used his camera to take pictures of her. She couldn't help but wonder if he was enjoying looking at her body. He was a lot older than her so she imagined he'd rather be with a girl closer to his age. Even though she was only seventeen that didn't mean she wasn't experienced at sex. She was very good at it. Maybe some day he would find that out. She was glad to hear it was pose time. This was her favorite part. Callie was beautiful but she also happened to be amazing at giving poses that were sexy but also very natural. She never actually looked like she was posing. The magazines loved this about her. She had to take a deep breath when he came up to her and tilted her head to the side and then stuck his hand down between her legs so he could spread her legs more. She was getting so wet right now. She wondered if he could sense her arousal. She was actually hoping that he could. She was listening carefully so she did hear him call her perfect. That made her feel so good about herself. She kept doing different poses and they were all so sexy. She did a lot where her legs were spread and her mouth was slightly open. She wanted to make him think about what it would be like to fuck her and shove his cock into her mouth. Having her picture taken was fun and everything but she'd much rather have him inside of her.
Thread: I'll Be Your Muse (nothingbutporcelain and deathbyfire)

No wonder Victorias Secret wanted Callie as their model, everything about her just screamed sex. The hungry look in her eyes, the way she moved her body. He didnt know how she could fake that. Had he known that the look of hunger in her eyes was for him, he would have been very pleased indeed. Pleased and scared for his life. It was doubtful that he could resist her, even if she could be the end of him since she was jailbait. Ok, you are doing really well he encouraged her as he continued to snap pictures. He then lowered his camera and pressed the display button, going through them. There were tons, this should be enough. Alright, Im going to put these on the computer and you guys can decide if you want more, a different look or if this is enough he called to the Victorias Secret people. You can take a break, Miss Simpson he said, glancing at Callie before moving over to the computer. He pulled the chip out from his camera and shoved it in, then waited as it loaded. Soon enough, her pictures were on display and he created a slideshow before stepping back. Just look them over and decide Noah said before backing away a little. He then made his way over to a little table in the corner that was loaded with food and drinks. He grabbed a cup and filled it with coffee, drinking it black. He then grabbed half of a turkey sandwich and took a bite. Getting free food was truly the best.