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Thread: Portal - The Inquisition of Eastborne

All too late, Kestrel had heard the creaking of floorboards. She instead, was completely focused on the bloody carnage outside, a dark cavalryman rode through the streets, wreaking havoc on the unfortunate Eastborne soldiers. Turning to look back inside the ruined house, she was greeted by an almost ethereal white-robed figure, his hands moving in intricate patterns as foreign and unnatural words spilled from his lips. Stunned, she could only stare at this strange man. Chanting filled Kestrels ears and her vision swam before her, almost as if she was trying to look at the mage through a wall of water. His hands began to move more rapidly, before finishing the movements with a flourish in her direction and releasing a flash of stark white light that left Kestrel momentarily blinded. Oh fuck me- was all she managed to groan, before six luminescent arcane rings launched towards her, restraining her form as she hit the floorboards with a heavy thud. Kestrel felt spears of pain shoot up her injured arm as it slammed against the rough wood, splinters digging their way into the fresh wound with the promise of infection and blood poisoning. Attempting to ignore the pain, she struggled against the restraints, feeling the cold metal biting into her skin as she flexed and shifted, but failing to find even a hint of give in the magical rings. Fucking mages. Fucking hell. Shit. Fuck. Kestrel watched as the mage dropped his hands and ceased his muttering, his thin lips drawing into a slight grimace. Cold, grey eyes locked with hers. Outside she could still hear the sounds of battle continuing, could hear a horn shrieking in the distance and the battle cries of who she could only guess was the large half-orc she had seen earlier. The mage was approaching slowly, hand reaching inside his star-embellished robes. He knelt carefully beside her, methodically checking each of the metal loops while Kestrel continued to growl and hurl obscenities. First choking, now youre tying me up. Kestrel chuckled humorlessly, spitting some blood onto the pristine white robes, You sure are a kinky lot arent ya? Kestrel watched as the blood seemed to slide off the robe, leaving not a single stain on its surface and her face twisted into a dissatisfied snarl, fangs bared. The mage regarded the empty show of aggression with disinterest and rose from his knees, staring down at the broken form beneath him. All shall fall to their knees before our great God Merasheel, the mage stated impassively, face expressionless as he drew the dagger above his head. The last thing Kestrel felt was a jolt of pain flash behind her eyes as the jewelled pommel of the wizards dagger collided with her skull in a sickening crack.
Thread: Portal - The Inquisition of Eastborne

Johnathan's heart sank as he heard the screams of his friends. He was stupid. He should have let Tom go and secure the gate to their cellar basement. That would have been smart but no... he couldn't abandon his friend. Now he had to pay the price of valuing the lives of one over the lives of many He had turned the well fortified and hidden basement into a tomb. He looked back to Tom to only see more death. He had to do something anything! He left the still warm body of Tom on the ground and said, I'm sorry. I couldn't save you. He gripped his weapon in two hands and made a mad dash towards the screams. He was attacked by a few more dogs along the way but he made quick work of them with swift and precise swings at their vitals. He used his breast plate to his advantage, blocking the bites and even cracking a few teeth. Johnathan finds himself back at the hideout. The screams and been reduced to groans and moans. The barks and snarls are louder than ever. The half-elf blacksmith sees red in his eyes, both metaphorically and literally. Lets out war cry and kicks, bashes and breaks every opposing force in his side. Multiple inner voices scream at him for vengeance and berate him for being as stupid as he was. He should have left. He should have left the city with his friends. He should have told them to abandon everything and run. But... how could they do that? How could they leave the place they grew up in behind? How could they just leave all the memories behind to be soiled by the war machine? How could they just run away from their problems just like that and for how long could they keep running before the ruthless advance of the empire caught up to them? Johnathan's armor absorbed most of the war dog's onslaught. His mind was too flooded with all sorts of thoughts and emotions to feel the cuts and serrations he had sustained. He wove, ducked, misdirected and struck down all enemies before him. Finally he dropped his weapon. The cellar was strewn with corpses and all was silent save for the still distant barks coming from the sewers. His eyes scanned the red room looking for any signs of life. His eyes meet the cold lifeless gazes of the three girls. His brain, registering each gruesome detail. He walked over to Jill, the blonde hair she had always kept tidy was stained and messy. The sickening red rope like structure of intestines stare at John. Heather lies sprawled on the floor, teeth clenched and completely mangled limbs. Slumped against a wall is Samantha, missing a leg and a large hole where are jugular used to be. Johnathan closes each of their eyes and just stands in the middle of the carnage, silent and still. The grip on his weapon tightened. He securely shut the cellar door and replaced his breastplate with plate mail. By this time the dogs from the sewers were barking at the secured door and Johnathan could hear the sounds of Imperial soldiers behind the dog. His grip on the his weapon tightened and while a Molotov was secure on his belt. He snarled and mumbled through gritted teeth, Come on. I'll kill every last one of you.
Thread: Portal - The Inquisition of Eastborne

Brigid has not had it easy by any means of the imagination - a destitute childhood on the streets, living under the roof of an abusive master, and most recently incarcerated on trumped up charges. If there is one thing young Brigid had mastered apart from the art of herbal medicine-making, its survival under adversity. Take a deep breath, focus on her next task, persevere and keep going. Words to swear by to remain sane in this ruthless world. But this... camp. This is a whole nother level of suffering. This is Brigids most indomitable foe yet... the inevitability of death. Brigid shut her eyes to preserve her sanity from the gruesome sights... but the maker did not confer on humans or as far as she knew - any other race the ability to willy-nilly shut off ones ability to hear. The gut-wrenching sounds of cries, screams, and moans assaulted her. Driving her insane. The midday sun bore down on her mercilessly, determined to roast her alive if the Empire did not care to finish the job. Her many wounds itched, with no way to scratch them. Her joints continued to be contorted into impossible angles by the tight shackles. Hey, pole buddy, if you dont mind, Id really appreciate some of that water right about now. Brigid s eyes opened a slit as she turned to the source of the voice. Blurrily, she took in the horned, scarred, and badly battered pole buddy of hers. Her first impression was... boy, the Empire sure did a thorough job on this one. They might as well have re-arranged her face. A s for her request for her bowl of water - Brigid hadnt exactly touched it herself. She wasnt keen on debasing herself by drinking off the floor like some farm animal. She is about to die and her thirst is the last of her problems. But to each their own. With a sweep of her feet, Brigid nudged the bowl across the dirt ground. A few drops swilled over before the bowl came to a stop near the other girls waist. Brigid was about to close her eyes once more when a large swarthy shadow fell over the both of them. The greasy bodily scent was eerily familiar - and a second later the voice confirmed it. Rhodri - the prison guard - now deked out in Empire garbs. A spy for the Empire... not that Brigid managed to come to that conclusion immediately amidst her surge of rage and surprise. Well well well... looked like the wee lil herbalist managed to make it out in one piece. And made yourself a new dyke friend already? A right lit slut you are, arencha? He taunted, gleefully.
Thread: Portal - The Inquisition of Eastborne

The snap of a whip caught his attention for a moment, sparing a glance back as he saw that someone ahd come in support of his efforts. It seemed some other people that had been trapped in the city had some spine to them after all, had come to defend themselves, and what was theirs. He turned his attention back to the foe he was closing in on. Magic. It nearly always came down to magic. Hrothgar felt his feet shifting under him from the spell effect, knowing that slicking the grtound like that would make a great deal of his momentum useless against a pike wall like the one facing him. Too easy to negate his superior weight this way. There was a simmering fury that brewed within him, called for release, but he also knew that doing so would leave him too exposed with a mage in play. He crouched low, letting the slickness of the strett carry him, sliding forward at his foes. He had a wicked grin on his face as he tossed the corpse that had shielded him from the arrows. It wasn't the best throw he could have made, but it was serving it's purpose. It distracted some of the pike men, makinghte wall waver. Sliding along the road, he used the haft of his axe to push the pair of pikes before him over his advance, letting him come on still. He wasn't having it all hsi own way. Several of hte men saw what he was doing, and shifted their of attack, jabbing with the long weapons. Points of pain along his arms and shoulder showedthat they landed several hits, though he was moving fast enough that they hadn't landed truly telling blows. His slide took him into the pack, and he rose with a bellowing roar of fury. Men scattered from him, and he saw the look of startled surpise on the face of the mage. Grease was a spell that had ended the fight with many a warrior, of that Hrothgar had no doubt, but it wasn't the first, or even the tenth time he'd encountered it. His people had warred with elves since time immemorial, who favoured magic in their wars. His clan had learned it's lessons in the brutal crucible of conflict. Hrothgar rampaged among the pikemen, their long weapons useless at this range, scrabbling back fro the half-orc for their sidearms, but the man gave them no chance, and certainly no quarter. As the mage began to withdraw, Hrothgar reched down and siezed on one of the pikes. Not a weapon made to be thrown easily in most cases, but when snapped cleanly to leave only a few feet below the head, it would serve. He'd thrown worse weapons. Casting the weapon at the mage with all his might, he tok stock of the situation. They were still in a burning city, and enemies were everwhere. But he had to withdraw, keep moving, beofre they managed to bring further reinforcements down on him. He jogged back towards the woman that had aided him. My thanks! We should withdraw to elsewhere! he suggested, not slowing his pace, seeking to withdraw further into the city proper, hoping to remain on the edge of the conflict where he might serve some aid, but not encounter the most hardened of forces.
Thread: Portal - The Inquisition of Eastborne

Johnathan gritted his teeth. Maybe it was the elvish blood or the knowledge that everything he swore to protect was dead and decimated or maybe it was the berserker like fury that was burning inside of him. His armor felt too heavy and it felt like tiny needles were pricking him all over his body. He stares daggers at the assassin. Then, with a feat of will power, Johanathan manages to stand. He stays up for less than a second before the poison overpowers him and he falls back down to the ground with a loud clang. He grits his teeth and only manages to spit out, I HATE YOU
Thread: Portal - The Inquisition of Eastborne

With the water now within her reach, Kestrel began to rinse the blood out of her mouth and scrub the grime from her face. The water was refreshing and a welcome reprieve from the sweltering heat of the burning city. As she hunched over the small bowl, she eyed another guard swaggering towards them, self-assured and as smug as a dog with two tails. His face cracked open in a crooked toothed grin as he stared down at the young blonde woman. Kestrel watched their interaction intently, the two seeming to at least share a passing knowledge of each other, though their relationship seemed nothing more than one between a predator and their prey. The conversation seemed to be about another woman who died in the siege, and the guard's desire to fuck said woman. He stared at the bound woman in front of him, looking her up and down like he was appraising a fine cut of meat in a butchers shop, poking and prodding all the while. Kestrel eyes narrowed as she couldn't help but sneer at the repulsive display before her. Don'cha fukin look it me, ya bloody fuckin fiend bitch! Without warning, a foot shot out and collided with Kestrel's stomach, emptying her lungs of breath with a wheeze as she collapsed to the ground doubled over. The tirade of desperate sexual intimidation continued as Kestrel struggled to push herself back to a sitting position. Eventually, she managed to sit up to see the guard now grabbing the hair of the young lady, beginning to force her to perform what Kestrel could only imagine would be one of a long list of abhorrent acts he had divised over the last few minutes. Kestrel felt her spine begin to stiffen and she couldn't help but react on instinct alone. Hey. Rockbiter. How about you pick on someone your own size? And by that, I mean ball size. I'm sure there's someone else around this camp who's pathetic enough that the only way they could lose their virginity is to pull a stunt like this. Kestrel panted, making sure to maintain unwavering eye contact.
Thread: Portal - The Inquisition of Eastborne

There is no fathoming the depths of depravity and malevolence Rhodri would stoop down to. Somehow, amidst this sea of suffering, this camp of cries, and beholding two bloodied, battered women with dirt caked over their bodies and pus oozing out of their wounds... the parting of his robes revealed a hardened orc cock. Sexual arousal from others misery. Such unbridled evil. His hands roughly gripped Brigids head of hair. His bulbous tip grazed her closed lips. The orc musk made Brigid nauseous and sick. She tasted bile at the back of her mouth... There is no going out with dignity. And then Rhodri tied her submission to her pole-buddys fate. It seems everything about the spy must involve some iteration of threat or coercion or intimidation. Why even bother? Its not like I have a say in this. She glanced sideways towards the amply-tattooed woman. She is nothing to Brigid just another nameless co-victim, chewed and spit out by the Empires war machine. But Brigid still possessed a basic modicum of compassion. Besides, Im dead soon anyways. He took the slight parting of her lips as a hearty invitation to enter. Brigid was at once overwhelmed by the hideous swamp green prick. The girth. The size. The stench. This is not me . A sharp burning on her scalp was followed by an overbearing sensation of a massive object shoved down her throat. She let out an agonised cry and a gagged gurgle. But it only heralded the beginning. With helpless horror, Brigid realised he was wrapping her hair around his knuckles - like one would do with horses reins - and then began to pump her head and her face on his manhood. Unimaginable pain erupted in her neck, her jaw, her throat, her head... but nothing hurt more than the wound to her pride. A face fucking. This was more than humiliating, this was de-humanising. This is not me . Her sanity was preserved thanks to the unlikely comradeship from the fanged woman in the form of her taunts. And the fact that he finished rather quickly - the cock started going limp soon as it emptied his salty jizz into her throat. And Brigids trump card... my ultimate victory was ensured all along . When Rhodri finally let go of her, leaving Brigid doubled up - heaving and spluttering his fresh seed into the mud. But between spats of orc cum, Brigid croaked, Youre fucking dead, you know? You sick fuck. You didnt even realize you were drinking up my poison all these weeks... do you? All those potions. Youll start with cramps in bout two weeks... then youll begin shitting fresh blood... you gonna throw up everything you eat... And the best part? You wont be able to get your pathetic prick hard anymore. I think my mouth is probably the last thing you ever get to fuck. And then... and then youll die. I... I took you down with me... The more she spoke the funnier this whole ordeal is to her. And she began to wheeze and laugh... looking up gaily at the half-orc with crazed eyes and cum leaking out the corners of her lips. Now do your worst, you fuck.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Raven didn't work well with any of the personal guard the council had given her. They were either fired for incompetence or they quit after the first few weeks. She was insufferable being one of the greatest and most well known supporters of the council, she was a rather high priority target. They were growing rather annoyed with her constantly having her guards replaced, so they called her in to give her a guard she would not be able to scare away.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She scoffed and entered the council chambers, her dress elegant as always. Being the heir to the largest armament company in the district, there were many who wanted her money. She had grown indignant in her short time as the chief of thr company. So where is the next 'escort' that you have decided to appoint me? She asked.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

And hello to you, too, my lady. The elderly elf grumbled before gesturing to the council guard. He bowed and left the room briefly before coming back with a minotaur. Though, rather than the head of a bull and legs of a man, it was reversed. He had the head and torso of a man and legs of a bull. He was built, massive and muscular his fire red hair was swept to the side with a side shave, a soft matching stubble lining his jaw line. His brown eyes bore down on her as he towered over her, his tail flicking irately. This is Derek. He is your new guard. He is not easily replaced.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She made a noise and looked him over. He certainly looks stronger than the others.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

I could snap you in half like a twig, my lady. He said, his voice deep and baritone.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Charming. She said. Good to know that he openly threatens his clients. She scoffed.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

I haven't had a client openly doubt my strength. He replied, Usually it's behind my back when they think I'm not listening.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Oh I can tell this is going to be fun. Come Derek, I have work that needs to be done. As much as I love this idle chatter I do have better things to do. She said as she began walking off.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Derek bowed respectfully to the council before following after her. What work would that be?
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

I have to arrange meetings and review the council's request for less expensive weapons. She said.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Sounds fun filled and exciting. He replied dully.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Usually is. She said. She made a noise and soon enough she was at her office. Just.. Stay here and make sure no one tries to kill me please. She said.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

I can't rightly do that out here, now can I? He asked, You have windows, don't you? There could be snipers, or an assassin.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She made a noise. I.. Fine. Just don't make a sound. She said as she moved to sit at her desk.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He nodded and followed her inside, ducking a bit to get through the door.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She sat down and thumbed the holo-pad on her desk until she reached the directory for her board of advisors. She sighed and dialed it in, and began her very lengthy meeting.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He stood quietly, as ordered, his ears moving in the direction of any and all sound that they caught.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

The meeting dragged on for hours, grumbling and stretching when it ended. Damned foolish advisors. She said.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

They sounded rather intelligent to me. He voiced, If that isn't too bold to say.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She scowled. I'm attempting to side with the council. The fools in the board are attempting to raise prices through the roof. She said.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

My apologies...what do I know, I'm a bull of a beastman.. He said.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She makes a noise and sighs. Well it's done for now.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Anything else on the agenda today, my Lady? He asked.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

I have to tell the council about progress then I have to eat and I don't know what else. She said.
Thread: An Unconventional Guardian (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Do you not have fun? He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
Thread: Mx Female Looking for ladies to play with

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Thread: NBx Any Moon's Search (Fandom/Original, Futa, Queer, LGBT, Fetishes, etc)

Bump. Looking for canon or original stuff and if original, preferably something based off of any of the plots from my main f-list.
Thread: NBx Any Moon's Search (Fandom/Original, Futa, Queer, LGBT, Fetishes, etc)

I've tweaked my customs a bit, an updated version is here F-list - Warning I might still like some canon stuff, especially Sailor Moon or Dragon Ball but original stuff works too. Even possibly MHA, KH or FF. I'm in a bunch of odd moods this morning. Sure, usual slice of liferomance stuff. Possibly some cute fluffy sappy romance or orientation play in a specific context. But I might like that combined with fantasysci-fi, such as Final Fantasy, superheroesMy Hero Academia, etc. Imagine coming out being awkward enough...but superpowers or being a magical guardianKeyblade wielder in training for your mark of mastery? WEEEEEEIRD. Oh and pairing the ordinary with the unusual. Girlfriend who has super human strength? Sweet lass who is actually a horrible eldritch creature with tentacles? with a quirky Castiel-like understanding of humanity?