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Thread: War's Prisoner (Hiro/Soup)

A low and deep chuckle rolled from Gerd's dry throat and a twinkle drifted through his eyes with it. He was not the only arrogant one in the ring. It seemed he had found himself an equal partner in the man atop himself. Gerd felt the errection that built alongside his thigh, it was not his own but it was not like his penis didn't feel like rising either. Arousal was growing from his ear, touched by the lips of the other, down along his spine and to his crotch. The touch to his cheek, just as soft. But his eyes were firmly and sternly conncected to the darkhaired man's and he saw the shift, saw the next wave of violence that was to come. When the other wanted to pull back Gerd shot upwards, pressing his lips firmly to those of the man above and at the same time he felt the pain reach his brain. Where he had sucked the kiss turned into a bite and the yell that escaped his throat was only stiffened by the mouth that was against his. After a moment he let go and sank back onto the ground, blood from the other on his lips, and blood from his wounds sipping through his clothes. His eyes were barely open now as he watched the other man, his breathing heavy, his arms and legs limply on the ground. Pain was shooting through every nerve of his body, and he was barely able to fight it back now.
Thread: War's Prisoner (Hiro/Soup)

To say he was not surprised by that action would be to lie wholeheartedly, but as a man of his status he held his composure as if he were God himself and had predicted the action. Gerd did not know when it was best to lay down and take it... To his satisfaction. The blood that flooded past his now wounded lips seeped sweetly between every taste bud upon his tongue. He was aroused and this particular action only served to heighten that arousal to a new level. One that even he had never felt before, one that sent an intense urge to claim, to dominate, to force the object of desire to be his. Who in the hell is this man? Was the only thing he could think as he wrenched the knife that had sunk into tender flesh. The blade being tossed to the side closes to the door with a metallic clanking. Gerd. His hand lifted to his bloodied lip, eyes narrowed and voice stern with a menacing appeal. You have crossed me for the last time. Was all he had spoke as he began to stand up from the man's rather limp body. Oh he would pay, he would pay... Walking towards the door's direction, instead of heading out of it, or even relatively close to it he instead went back to that tray. A syringe set upon it. A special blend of chemicals cooked up by their very own scientists. Something that was tested and proven to work. It was there advantage on the field. A chemical designed to speed the healing process while giving its owner a boost of adrenalin. He prepped the syringe for use and then placed it back upon the trays surface before moving back to Gerd. I am going to make you wish you had never met me. His words were whispered as he bent beside Gerds body, his own moving to hover over the others. I will show you what hell truly is. He licked his lips while his hands moved beneath the others body to roughly make him stand and then steadily he guided the other to a new chair forcing him to sit upon it. Upon the table next to the tray happened to be extra rope and it was utilized. Gerd's body being tied to the chair properly this time. Each foot against the chairs legs. His arms to and torso to the chairs body. Can you taste it? The blood that has yet to be spilt... Can you Gerd? Can you smell the scent of arousal? By the last question his words became nothing more then faint whispers against the others ear. Can you feel it? His hand roughly grabbed the others pride, squeezing the others clothed sex tightly. He laughed deeply, almost as if he was mad. Perhaps.. Perhaps he was mad. What man in his sane mind would enjoy the pain of another and better yet, get so sexually aroused by it? Perhaps he was no man but instead a Demon in disguise. The syringe was taken from the tray once more and with no warning it was pushed into Gerd's arm. This was meant to keep him going for a few more hours... More than enough time to satisfy his own desire to twist Gerd's face in hoarse pain.
Thread: War's Prisoner (Hiro/Soup)

For the moment Gerd has nothing more to say, was just glad that the show was over for now. Or at least he hoped so. The general had taken enough out of his body already, the warmth was slowly leaving him. He was losing a steady stream of blood, the wounds were deep even if not fatal so far. If he would not be bandaged or sewed up he would die eventually of the steady blood loss, but he would not within seconds or minutes. And he was assured that these were the least painful of the wounds that was to come. The general carried a face and a pair of eyes that told tales of deep pleasure for anything that he would be able to inflict. For cries of torture he would receive in return. To stand was impossible, the pain was too intense for his muscles to hold him up, and most of his adrenaline had left him. Gerd was only tired now, but there was no giving in from the other side. He was dragged up and without any gentleness whatsoever heaved onto the chair. He wasn't resisting now, what was the point at the moment. There would be different chances. At the moment he was fighting the sickness that seemed to drive into his stomach, tried to bring his mind back into his head. He wasn't focusing on the general, was trying to collect himself. Only when a hand reached for his crotch did he look up, did he fight his head up from his chest. He hadn't even known it was down there, so much strength and head had lost him already. But there was nowhere to go, all he did was stare defiantly back into the eyes of the man standing over him. A small smirk played over his lips, but it did not last long. His eyelids flew wide with the needle that was rammed into his arm. A shivered followed along down his spine and slowly his breath grew harsher, sweat started to pool in all valleys between muscle and bone. Gerd clenched his teeth, breathing in and out, in and out. There was nothing he had to say for now, no question about what he had been injected. He could guess very well. His eyes found the eyes of the general for another moment and then he closed them again, trying to focus, trying to hold the injection out. But he was fighting an enemy he could not win against. Not in his recent state of being.
Thread: Short and Sweet (m x f or f x f)

BUMP. New craving added.
Thread: Short and Sweet (m x f or f x f)

I am actually up for any of your cravings especially masterslave and the tentacles
Thread: Short and Sweet (m x f or f x f)

I would love to try some sibling incest roles with you.
Thread: Short and Sweet (m x f or f x f)

raises hand Yo. Any andor all of the listed in this thread, plus everything on your Fave list on RH. I won't do your more extreme Yes kinks. My RH is the same as my name here, as is my AIM. PM me, IM me, your preference. AIM will be hard to reach me on during weekends, when I will be slow to respond most of the time.
Thread: Short and Sweet (m x f or f x f)

Let's chat about possibilities.
Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

A chaotic symphony reverberated throughout the evening air, the sky filling with a gray void that spoke silently of despair and anguish. The haughty wind whipped throughout ancient trees warning all those who sought to oppose the inevitable storm that they would simply be no match. As the wind howled out with anger a lone figure could be seen trekking quickly through the winding trees. Clothed heavily in the furs of previous hunts the person seemed to be well prepared for what lay ahead. Beside this furred person was a companion, barely visible over the previous settled snow from days long past. The snow fox's mane blending in as it moved several paces ahead of its master. Another day of hunting in which they both drew up empty handed. The master was sure that their already dwindling supply of meat would not hold them for much longer than a couple more days. Feet before them was their home. If one could call it such. The home seemed more like a shack, or perhaps this was only the case because of its chipping paint and what looked to be rotted wood. Though it looked decrepit and rather shoddy it was, however sturdy and would hold through just about any storm. Quickly, the person whom seemed to drown in heavy fur moved towards the shack, both the fox and the person shoving their way through the door as if both were being chased by rabid bears. The harsh cold clung to the persons pores, lingering angrily between his thighs, upon his cheeks and on the tips of his ears. Each piece of fur was removed and then placed with care in an area that looked much like a fur lined futon. The now identified man clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in a tsking noise as he began to prepare them both their meals for the evening. The foxs curious gaze settled in on the man as if he could sense the males growing worry. Turning slightly the man must have noticed this for he bent low and offered the fox a piece of raw meat he had laid out upon the table earlier in the day. Things will be alright Ludvig well hunt in the morrow at dawn. At least that is what he had hoped Anders gave his companion an assuring smile and went back to tending to their meals for the night eventually moving to build up the dying embers in the hearth unaware of what the near future held.
Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

Is this far enough? Those were the last words he remembered hearing before succumbing to the blissful darkness that was unconsciousness. Of course, he had been terrified that the savages would take advantage of his immobile state and attempt to hack him into bloody pieces that they could feed to their dogs. Though, a larger, more rational part of him knew that they couldn't hurt him unless they knew what he knew. No one knew what he knew. It was the only reason he had survived for all these centuries. The twisted side of him had to commend them for their efforts of getting rid of him. To bring him here of all places was certainly a step other men would not have undertaken. He hadn't planned on it and he certainly hadn't planned on passing out for the second time. When he had awoken, he had been alone. Any and all signs that the men might have been there were erased by layers of freshly fallen snow, most of which he lay buried under. He had jerked up with a start, only then becoming aware of just how cold and weak he felt. The storm had been something to remember, terrifying and unforgivable. Strong gusts of wind had whipped his fine, golden hair about his pale face as he trekked on to some unknown destination. He hadn't been able to see more than a few feet ahead of him, the snow was absolutely vicious in its onslaught. It was almost kind of ironic, how the elements were now turning against him. He had laughed, then, a bitter and utterly defeated laugh before the weakness gave in. He had fallen forward with a agonized groan, his lips blue and numb from the cold. It took but a few moments for him to realize that this cold blanket would quite possibly become his new home. He couldn't move and before long, he slipped back into a merciful coma of sorts. His body might have had to endure the worst of it but at least his mind was free. For now . While the cold, motionless body lay at the mercy of the elements, the storm raged on. The male would lie there the entire night unconscious and unaware. What lay in store for him was up for the fates to decide.
Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

Anders sat upon the furs he had collected over the years, his legs bent so that his feet almost lay sole to sole. Arms bent with his chin resting in his hands, he was thinking, contemplating. His hair swallowed his shoulders, the dark strands falling about him like a waterfall of ink. A fur sat puddled around his bare hips, his body in the nude, it was how he liked to sleep. The hearths soft glow gave off weak warmth, and goose bumps began forming upon his flesh in which he moved a hand to hush up. He was mapping out their future route, contemplating on where the herds might have been moving. It seemed that in recent years they had started becoming wiser and began to switch routes yearly making it harder for him to hunt during the winter season. The storms harsh embrace had long since passed and only silence lay heavy in the cabin. The dying embers crackle the only sound which was to say it was no comfort at all. Anders glanced to the puny pile of wood off to the hearths side. Hed have to collect more wood later. Dawn. Its eventual creep moved slowly upon the lands, as he began preparing himself and his companion for travel. With the recent snowfall it would be much deeper than previously. Wrapping extra fur around his heavy leather boots he tied them fast with leather straps before dawning more furs around his upper and lower body areas. His base clothing was of thick leather fashioned from past kills, pants and a long sleeved top with a hemp shirt that rested on top. Gearing up he pulled the last slabs of raw meat off the tables surface and fed them to Ludvig. The fox would need the substance for hed be doing most of the work. After Ludvig finished his meal with a light sneeze Anders gave a light chuckle before beckoning the other on. Come now, time to get dinner. It was as if he held a new strength as they began to trek through the snow. Seemed to be about 4 or so feet laying across the land, much easier to hunt in for tracks would be much easier to spot. They had been traveling for a short time before Ludvig took off in a sprint with Anders following close behind. Ludvig caught the scent of something, or perhaps he caught sight of something interesting. Anders wouldnt put it past the fox to run off to play with some defenseless creature. That was until Ludvigs nose began to nuzzle snow off of something that looked like spun gold. The foxs paws uncovering the, what Anders now knew to be human, body from the snowy death trap. Anders did not feel compelled to help the person, nor felt a need of urgency for he assumed the person to be dead. With caution, though, he moved closer flipping the deadly pale body over checking the, what he now identified as a man, male over. Was he even alive? The blue of the mans lips told Anders no.
Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

Pardon the short. Isn't much he can do in his sickly state. It took a considerable amount of time for him to come around. The feel of hands touching his thin body was slowly but surely pulling him out and away from the comfort his dream-like state provided. He wouldn't be able to remember what he had been dreaming. No, he wouldn't be able to remember much at all, if anything. All the same, he did everything within his power to refrain from awakening. He didn't want to abandon the dark for the cold, unrelenting cruelty of reality. And it was so very cold. Despite his best efforts, he knew he was at a disadvantage and would have to wake up now. His eyes opened slowly and it took several moments for him to adjust to the light of this new world. When finally he seemed to regain some focus, his gaze zeroed in on the figure of a man above him. What happened next would have surprised even the most resilient of men. While he appeared to be on the brink of death, he moved with lightning swiftness and locked his long, icy fingers around the man's throat, squeezing hard enough to threaten but not quite hard enough to inflict any real harm. There was a distinct flash of fury in his darkening blue eyes as he slowly sat up, pausing mere centimeters away to whisper against this stranger's lips. You won't hurt me, he spoke in a whisper. There was a finality to this statement that when coupled with the look of angered determination in his gaze spoke volumes. He remained that way for a moment or two before collapsing back into the snowy ground without warning. It seemed as though fainting away had become a habit.
Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

This time around, it took him much longer to awaken. Perhaps it had something to do with that strange, reoccurring dream. He was almost certain that he had dreamt it at least two times before. There was an endless body of water. It was the ocean to end all oceans. No land was in sight and everywhere he looked was the unmistakable blue beauty of life. Water indeed was life and yet, he knew that for him, it served an entirely different purpose and when his pale blue gaze lowered, the ocean would be full of cold, dead bodies, lying motionless as the current washed them this way and that. He was floating...floating among them. Floating among the dead and he was smiling... Why? Why did he smile when there was so much death around him? He didn't think he liked this dream very much and yet, he knew he belonged. This was where he was supposed to be and waking up would only mean forgetting what he was. Who he was. But there was no fighting it. The battle with consciousness was always one-sided. He simply could not win. He stirred, eyelids fluttering repeatedly as he struggled to open his eyes. Everything about him felt agonizingly heavy but he was vaguely aware that he was somewhere warm. Quite warm and quite comfortable, enough for him to want to keep his eyes closed and attempt to slip back into another deep sleep. Though, he supposed he wouldn't be able to manage for some time. When he finally managed to open his eyes, he was immediately greeted with the knowledge that he had no idea where he was and how he had gotten there. It took several moments of him darting his worried gaze about for him to realize just why he felt so heavy. Several large pelts were covering his thin form in an obvious attempt to keep him warm. Even in his confused state of mind, he could recognize this gesture as an act of kindness. Any and all attempts to rise proved futile as he barely had the strength to curl and uncurl his fingers. It took a good bit of struggling for him to muster up the willpower to turn his head to the side and he was rather sorry he had. Upon spotting the damned beast, he gave a yelp of fear and made several unsuccessful attempts at backing away. Understanding that it was no good, he drew his thin brows together in a frown in an attempt to appear threatening. Whether or not he succeeded was yet to be seen. You stay away you damnable creature, he hissed in a pained voice, his throat feeling dry beyond all belief, I have not enough meat to satisfy your hunger. Leave me be. Whether this was an order or a plea, he didn't know but it would have been clear to anyone within earshot that he was quite delirious.
Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

For a moment Anders lingered too long as the tips of his fingers traced the outer edges of the others own cold hands. It had been a long time since he had experienced the company of another like himself. Aside from wild life he had not seen another soul since his younger years as a mere lad. When the other started to speak so harsh and strained he closed his eyes realizing just what he was doing and began to work at a quicker past, his body turning on heel as he moved lower down the mans body and lifted the furs to check his feet. As far as he could tell there were no signs of frost bite, which was odd to him. Dropping the furs he lifted a hand to his chin and rested it cradled. There was no way that this man could have escaped receiving any physical signs of frostbite, he had been in the cold all winters night! He looked at the man, nearly cerulean hues lifted to the others facial features in which he began to inspect carefully. While he realized the other could not understand him and him the other he made no outward sign of confusion, he merely stared with a calm look. After the other had spoken so excitedly even though it was strained he took a moment to think before speaking. He was unsure of what the man asked so hed have to guess but he assumed it had to do with his actions, their different languages and perhaps his name. It was an educated guess at best, after all if he was in the mans position hed be wondering the same things. His voice was again gentle as he spoke, his hand dropping from his chin and to his chest as he spoke very clearly. My name is Anders. We found you, brought you here. All the while he spoke he tried to animate with his hands the words that he spoke, touching himself for when he spoke his name and pointing outside for finding him and then to the bed for bringing him here. He hoped that he was getting through at least a little bit. Ludvig, He turned to his fox and beckoned the other over, pointing to him. Ludvig found you. You had been out in the cold all night, you have no frostbite. Why? To emphasis his words about the frost bite he made a sign of shivering for cold and then grabbed the mans hand once more. His bigger, work calloused hands caressed the others gently, his fingers tip tapping at the tips of the others own fingers. No frostbite, why? Who are you? What are you? Do you remember? He was sure he looked confused as he spoke about the lack of frostbite as for the last bit he was unsure of how to animate it.
Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

It took a moment but he soon became aware that the man wasn't just out to examine his hands, he seemed hell-bent on examining every bit of him. Judging from his business-like fashion of checking his weak body over, he could come to the conclusion that he hardly had lecherous intentions. On the contrary, his intentions appeared to be quite noble if he wasn't mistaken. Was he some sort of...healer? Would he try and nurse him back to health? It certainly looked that way. Realizing that the man had understood none of what he said, he knit his thin brows in frustration. Well, at least the man was trying to communicate some way or another. He payed close attention to every movement of his hand, every gesture, every facial expression that would indicate what the man was trying to say. Some of it was easier to catch than the rest but at least it was a start. An...ders...? he repeated slowly, finding that the name sounded strange and foreign on his tongue. The beast's name was no easier to manage and he found himself casting a wary glance in the snow fox's general direction. Perhaps it was domesticated, that didn't mean it was any less dangerous. Wild animals were exactly that, wild and he could have turned on him at any moment. He would continue to keep alert every time the creature would come near. Refocussing his attention on Anders, he was once again left confused, though it was more of an internal thing. It was a good question. To say that he wasn't affected by the harsh cold would have been a severe lie but better men would not have survived and yet, here he was... Alive and well and completely lacking in frost bite. He didn't really have an answer to that question and shook his head slowly to indicate that he didn't know why. Even the slightest movement proved to be very dizzying but it was only then that he became aware of one very important fact he didn't remember anything about himself. His heart seemed to stop beating all together, pupils blown wide as a sudden panic struck his emaciated body. Violent trembling seized control and all reason seemed to leave him. No, no, no! What is my name? Who am I? You must know. Tell me. Tell me! He was frantic now and hardly realized that he was clutching the man's hand in a death grip, another direct contradiction to his weakened state. There was a desperation in his blue eyes as he studied Anders expectantly, squeezing, demanding, pleading for answers. How could he not remember who he was? It made no sense.