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Thread: Maid Extraordinaire!

He smiled. He thought she's really a nice girl. If she keeps working like this I'll need to give her promotion. He ate the rest of his meal and asked Do you need any help in the house? I'm taking a break of working? This was the very first time he wanted to do something in house. He smiled to her and gave a friendly wink, without further intensions.
Thread: Maid Extraordinaire!

No, that's alright, Emi gave him a light laugh, You are paying me to take care of the house, so I should do my work by myself. You should just try to relax if you are done with your work for the day. I know how hard your work must be on you if you need a maid to help keep things in order, so do not trouble yourself on my account. The maid stood up and walked over to his chair, placing her hands gently onto his shoulder as she began to give him a massage, Here, let me loosen up your shoulders for you.
Thread: Maid Extraordinaire!

Mmmmm... That feels good, he said on a moaning-way. A massage... That was a long time ago he thought. He really liked it. Can you do this more? he asked her gently.
Thread: Maid Extraordinaire!

Of course, Emi giggled, I can do it for you anytime you like. Just be careful not to get carried away or I might make your shoulders sore from too much massaging. I'm here to help you, so please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything at all. Of course, she probably didn't realize the full extent of her words as she failed to include any sort of limitations on what she would perform for him. Granted, she couldn't think of anything that her master would ask her to do that she would have a problem performing, but then again she wasn't a man and she was somewhat naive, especially when it came to such things as this.
Thread: Maid Extraordinaire!

He was in the mood to make a joke so he asked How about having sex? He waited for 5 seconds and then he said Just a joke! He laughed. Sorry, didn't want to scare you, he told her with a smile on his face.
Thread: Maid Extraordinaire!

Emi blinked, unsure how she should respond to such a request and remaining speechless until he cleared up the misunderstanding by stating that it was simply a joke. She let out a nervous laugh, Well, I suppose technically that would be permitted, but I can say that I'm glad you have an interesting sense of humor. We wouldn't want things to get boring around here, now would we?
Thread: Maid Extraordinaire!

Laughing with what she said, he continued Well, your body looks really nice, but I don't want to take abuse of being the boss. He looked her right into her eyes. With you, I feel good again. It has been long since I've laughed. It won't get boring here now. He was smiling with a really BIG smile.
Thread: Maid Extraordinaire!

Thank you, Master, I will take that to heart, Emi replied with a polite nod and wide smile, I hope I can continue to make things lively around here for you... Just let me know if you need anything else, alright? I will get right back to the cleaning in the mean time if you have no further need for me. She left his side and walked down the hall and carefully stepped inside her master's room in order to finish the cleaning and gather up the laundry.
Thread: The Village Curse (rollshero and Feral.Desires)

Kazar was a somewhat older wolf, and a very old soul. The Forest Spirits had gifted him with many things. Exceptional speed, strength and size under his gray-white fur his muscles remained corded and powerful despite his nearly fifteen summers. He could still bring down a bull deer by himself, could still spot or scent danger more than a mile away, could still sing the song of the pack as well as any young buck. And he retained the Voice that allowed to communicate to those who walked on two legs. It was an elder Two-Legs he sought this day as he padded through the forest. Kazar could still the taste the blood of the other two elders he had slain some moons back. He thought he could smell that same taste on the wind briefly as he circled ever closer to the village. It was there--along with the scent of fear. Kazar grinned, baring his ivory-white fangs and licking them with his tongue. Fear often caused Two-Legs to makes mistakes. A little more death, and the young ones would have nothing to fear. But the elder was not alone. A young one-- a young female Two-Legs-- was trailing in the elder's wake. Kazar had not had her scent before. Would she get in the way of his justice? By the code of the Forest Spirits, one took no more life than was needed to preserve life. Kazar lowered his head and loped forward a bit faster, anxious to make his kill, and anxious about the newcomer he had scented.
Thread: Seeking Dom Males[updated]

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Thread: Seeking Dom Males[updated]

It's kind of...odd to see the word Daddy alongside Daughter . Usually Father is the normal term.
Thread: Marriage Is No Place For Love (rollshero and Babette)

By all the gods, she's got freakish long hair. Ender Valerin, the self-styled High King of Maran, frowned at the bodyguard who had made the remark and squinted as he peered at the approaching column of riders. Was that his bride-to-be in the middle? He hadn't paid much attention to details about Fira Duette. This was, after all, a marriage of convenience. Valerin had said out loud that he cared not whether her skin was green, so long as taking her hand secured an alliance with King Arabis. Secretly, he hoped she would at least be pretty. What does it matter? he said, feigning a lack of concern. They have their own fashions in their own country. He turned to his captain of guards. Have the lads look alive there. The captain turned to bark out at the honor guard lining the roadway as Valerin spurred forward to meet the approaching riders flanked only by two trusted men-at-arms. He was a spare, plain-looking man with close-cropped brown hair and piercing blue eyes. His chain mail was of the highest quality but had no adornment other than a sand-colored surcoat and his only weapon was a sheathed broadsword that had seen many years of use. The riders halted at his approach. Are you Fira Duette? he called out, pointing to the woman the column he assumed was his betrothed. As always, Valerin had disregarded the normal courtesies. Hail and well met, or Welcome, lord and ladies, to Maran, might have been more appropriate. A low murmur of grumbling arose from the column. But Valerin looked on serenely, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
Thread: Marriage Is No Place For Love (rollshero and Babette)

Princess Fira Duette is the daughter of King Arabis. He has arranged her marriage to Lord Ender Valerin, to form an alliance with his country. She is beautiful with waist long golden brown hair, emerald green eyes and a figure of a courtesan. She is under six foot tall by six inches. Princess Fira has been educated in the study grace, dancing, riding, fencing, archery. She was taught the fine art of cooking as well and of course she knew how to please her husband once that time arrived by the courtesan in her fathers court. Fira Duettes name means fiery, two of a kind. Accepting her fate only because she has no other choice. Her father the King needs this alliance. She will be married to this man and be taken away from everything she is familiar. Especially her love. She has been meeting one of the young knights behind the Kings back for over a year. The time has come where she much leave him, her heart is torn between being the Lady Fira Duette to Lord Ender Valerin or running away with the young knight. This morning her guards meet her at the front of the castle where she bids farewell to her father King Arabis. She kisses him goodbye and mounts her horse wearing an ocean blue dress with lace and tiny pearls cascading down the sides and front. On her back is a silver case filled with the finest quivers and a wood and silver hammered bow. It was made especially for her by her love. The young knight brought it to her in the wee hours as a remembrance of him. She held him close and cried soft tears as they too said their final farewell. The trip was long and she was about to call a rest when Lord Ender Valerin demanded to know if she was his betrothed. I am Princess Fira Duette, betrothed to Lord Ender Valerin, If you are he, then yes, I am your betrothed My Lord, she said proudly sitting straight upon her horse. I am extremely tired from the long journey, is it much further to the castle? I am in need of a walk to stretch my legs.
Thread: Marriage Is No Place For Love (rollshero and Babette)

Valerin was secretly relieved and a bit surprised that he was. She was a sight to behold. In terms of looks, worthy of a High Queen. A bit of pride on her, too, standing up in the stirrups despite being tired. And she wanted to walk. She might still be boring, though. Not far, he said. After a moment, he added, Your Grace. The proper address, he often forgot the proper address. He spurred into the midst of her guards and immediately had one blocking his way. Out of the way, he said quietly but curtly. Now. The mounted guard hesitated, then moved his horse off. Valerin dismounted and walked over to the princess, holding a hand out so she could dismount, as if she were just any noble lady. It's just over a league, he said evenly. He gave her that slight smirk again. I thought princesses rode everywhere.
Thread: Marriage Is No Place For Love (rollshero and Babette)

Fira took an instant to look her betrothed over hopefully without being seen as checking him out. He was indeed older than she had expected though he was rugged in looks. His manners were not quite what she was used too. She tilted her head with a slight nod when he finally remembered to address her properly. She took his hand and dismounted from her horse handing the reigns to the guard on her left. Mlord, if I might speak freely, I ride for joy and for the freedom of the wind in my hair, to be at one with my beloved horse galloping for the sheer fun of it. I love a long walk in the forest on a beautiful day. Or when I am out hunting with my bow. Unfortunately I can only do so when I dress as a commoner and escape my guards. She looked over to her riders and said, We would like some privacy. Dismount and give us twenty trees distance before walking behind us. I do hope that is agreeable with my betrothed?
Thread: Marriage Is No Place For Love (rollshero and Babette)

Hmmph. 'The joy of freedom of the wind in my hair' indeed. As a general rule, Valerin frowned on sentimentality. He had more important things to worry about. Princess Fira, I ride into battle so I can slay people, I ride all around my realm to govern it, and I occasionally ride to hunt, he said, perhaps a little huffily. He hoped she wouldn't make too many social demands on him. He was a busy man, after all. He wondered, too, if she was any good in bed. That would be a bonus to this whole arrangement. He nodded curtly at her request, then waved at his own escort and the honor guard to move off the roadway. We're walking! he yelled at his confused captain of guards. What does it look like? Out of the way! Valerin trudged alongside the princess for a few minutes as everyone else parted from them. As he did so, he suddenly realized he didn't know what else to say to her at this moment. He didn't really do small talk with women. Most of his experience was with whores whom he bedded and then paid off.
Thread: Marriage Is No Place For Love (rollshero and Babette)

MLord, do you always have to yell like that and be so grumpy? We have been forced to be together, I know this. I know you are far from the man of my dreams and I am not your run of the mill whore .... she looked at him biting her lower lip. Look, we have to at least try to be civil and cordial to each other. I have promised my father I would be the kind of wife you need. She wasnt sure how to proceed so she hesitated then she took his hand and ran her soft fingers over the rough skin and looked into his eyes. It is a difficult situation we have here. I am not asking to be the love of you life, I am simply asking for freedom to do what I enjoy. I will stay out of your affairs and be quiet and sullen if that is all you want of me. If we dance, we will dance alone, in each others arms. If you do not dance then so be it. I want us to talk and become friends, if you cannot love me, it is fine. I certainly do not love you. Know this MLord, that until we are married, you shall not bed me until you know how to treat me and only then marriage or not, I will not have you treating me like one of your whores.
Thread: Marriage Is No Place For Love (rollshero and Babette)

By all the gods, would this woman never cease her prattle? Valerin had a good mind to snap at her that any one of his whores was likely better in bed than she was. For all he knew, she was a virgin. Not that it really mattered. Still, he couldn't help but admire her strange combination of bravery and gentleness. When she looked him in the eyes he scowled silently at her. But he didn't immediately let go of her hand when she took ahold of his. Instead he stopped, sizing her up. You have some sense, he finally conceded quietly. This marriage should benefit both our peoples, and there is no reason for us not to make the most of things. He gave her a grim smile, squeezed her hand, then pulled his hand away. You will have to be patient, Your Grace, he said as he began striding forward again. I am used to my own freedom as well. He walked on for a few moments, not looking at her as he talked. And while you are beautiful, it takes more than beauty to tempt me, he said, his tone half-bantering, half-arrogant. So let us not worry about the wedding bed for now.
Thread: Marriage Is No Place For Love (rollshero and Babette)

Fira was glad he had no want to hasten their retreat to the marriage bed. She was deeply in love with the young knight though she knew it would be highly doubtful he would ever come this way to run off with her. There marriage would be soon a marriage of convenience and nothing more. She was sure with his arrogant mannerism she would most likely be the only bride that dies a virgin. It is the furthest thing from my mind as being important. I am sure you have a long list of whores ready to comfort mlord from his battles. As far as tempting you, you flatter yourself. I am only here by the Kings order. The Alliance is all that I am interested in, she said in a tone that was soft and proper to her arranged betrothed. Walking side by side in silence she wondered if they would be civil to each other at least. He had the most interesting eyes that seemed to look deep into her soul. Once we are settled and if you have nothing to do, will mlord escort me to the various shops and let me have a look around? I would also like to have free access in your cooks kitchen as well. If this pleases mlord? Fira was sure that if she didnt keep herself busy, life with him would not only be boring it would make her feel old and useless, which would be a terrible thing as she mourned her love, the knight back in her father's castle.
Thread: Marriage Is No Place For Love (rollshero and Babette)

Valerin nearly grinned at a memory. Well, Your Grace, there is this one whore... he began, before sheepishly biting back the words. No need to go down that road. They would have to get along, after all. He cleared his throat and walked along her in silence for a few more moments. The alliance, too, is my primary concern, he finally said, gravely and fervently. I have no wish to go to war with your father or your country. The alliance is a benefit to both our peoples. Valerin meant this in all sincerity. He wished to be known as a capable ruler, but he did not have to make war on all the rest of the world. When she came to the next topic he actually showed a bit of enthusiasm. Valerin enjoyed food, and his hunting and constant swordplay practice was done in part to simply ensure he kept fighting trim. I actually quite liked some of the dishes I sampled in your country, he said, perking up. I have a decent cook, but please, feel free to meddle in these affairs. I don't give them the thought that I should. Perhaps some common ground? It was too soon to tell.
Thread: Marriage Is No Place For Love (rollshero and Babette)

Fira could not help herself as soon as she received the good news of being able to have a go in the kitchen, she squealed with delight and grabbed his arm and squeezed it laying her head against his shoulder briefly.Thank you Mlord, I promise you the best meals and desserts. She released his arm almost as quickly as she took it. To tell the truth MLord, you can tell me anything. As your betrothed, I do hope you will confide in me over all that troubles you. I have promised myself to you, and to be a good wife, I must listen and comfort you, even in trivial matters. I will do nothing to embarrass you in front of your staff. Behind closed doors stays behind closed doors. She stopped walking for a minute looking around her, she placed both hands on his tall shoulders. I was deeply troubled coming here to meet you Mlord Valerin. Please understand this is difficult for us both, I know. She looked around again, making sure no one was within earshot of her voice, she whispered to him, Come closer to my face MLord, I need to tell you a secret. When he leaned a little closer she told him the secret that her father the Kings courtesan had told her. To be the wife of any man the secret is to be a whore in bed with her lover at night, and during the day, a perfect lady. I will never deny you the right to have me, it is not my right to do so. If your whore is far better than I am, and you have no desire to sleep with me, at night we can sleep in separate chambers and you may have your whore.
Thread: It's the Devils against the Witches (Vash x lunarlight)

At Hells gate, a beautiful young woman who possessed a slender yet rather curvaceous and tall figure entered. her black hair wrapped into a beehive-like hairdo and gray eyes also, she has a mole located at bottom of her left cheek close to her lips. Her main attire is composed of a skin-tight suit made out of her hair that has a rose design on the abdomen as well as long white gloves, black and gray heels and thin, gold chains she also wears glasses that have the design of butterfly wings close to the lenses, three small belts strapped on each arm, and a pair of gold, cat-shaped earrings. She wears an Umbra Watch over her bust that contains red jewel previously thought to be the Left Eye. Four metal symbols are attached to her hair, three of them are the shape of the crescent moon, the other is the symbol of the Umbra Witches also, Bayonetta has a hair ribbon wrapped around her hairdo that extends down to to her legs covered in demonic language. Bayonetta, help me! A fat man, by the name of Enzo said to her as his neck was squeezed a bit harder by a woman with platinum colored hair. Jeanne. Now, now Enzo, she's only having a bit of fun. Bayonetta said, a hint of amusement in her voice. Rodin, an exceedingly tall black man was standing behind the counter cleaning up a few cups with a dish towel. So, What'll you have today, Bayonetta? he said before she leaned onto the counter. The usuall. was all she said before a shot of peppermint Schnapps and a cherry sucker was given to her. She took the shot, then place the lollipop into her mouth. Jeanne then played the song, Fly me to the moon and as if on instinct, Cereza, began walking toward the Jukebox saying As long as there's music, I'll keep on dancing.
Thread: It's the Devils against the Witches (Vash x lunarlight)

Bayonetta was dancing with her eyes closed, her body moving swiftly, yet gracefully. Looks like we've got company. Rodin's gruff tones, pulled her mind away from the music and her and Jeanne's attention turned to the White haired men standing near the entrance. They looked like brothers, perhaps twins. Although, one of them had a strange glowing claw for a hand. Jeanne finally released Enzo from the western Indian leg lock and stood next to her Umbran sister, her gun equipped heels clinking as they made contact with the hard wood floor. She eyed the man with the claw suspiciously, before giving him a smug grin. Who da fuck are you Douchbags? Enzo asked in a course voice due to the strength of the hold he was just released from. Rodin, promptly beamed him with a spoon, before tossing Bayonetta another Lollipop. To what do we owe this pleasure? Cereza's politely sarcastic tone, which would have normally made her 'Cheshire' blush or gape, didn't even faze the people in the room. Although, she wouldn't necessarily call them people. She slowly made her way toward the man, more specifically, the one with the large guitar case strapped around his back. When she got close enough to touch his, she tapped his nose and said Now, little one, what can we help you with? with a flirtatious wink, her English accent accentuating every word.
Thread: It's the Devils against the Witches (Vash x lunarlight)

Dante didn't have to wait long to get noticed around this place, the bar tender announcing it. That yanked the girl with the black hair stopped dancing and opened her eyes. The blonde let go of the fat man and went to stand next to what seemed to be her friend. Her heels clicked along the floor and it drew Neros attention. He looked down to see that there were guns attached to her... feet? How the hell do you shoot a gun from her foot? If she could then he would be dealing with double trouble, but he highly doubted it so she would be easy to get rid of. Then the fat ass decided to open his fat mouth and call them douchebags. You know what, Nero responded back, I'm starting to regret saving your hide. Nero then crossed his arms, sliding his right hand into his coat and wrapped his hand around the grip of his pistol, the Blue Rose. Dante continued to eye the black haired one and watched as the bar tender tossed her a lolipop and by the color it was Strawberrt flavored, Dante's favorite flavor. He especially loved a good Strawberrt Sundae, which reminded him, he could go for one right about now. Hey barkeep, how about a strawberry sundae? Dante continued to stand until the black haired one stepped forward to tap him on his nose asking him in a sultry British accent. Dante smiled at her, We're just here to get some drinks. He slid the guitar off his shoulders and set it down against the bar. He sat on one of the stools and waved Nero over. Nero took his hand off his gun and sat next to him whispering, What the hell are you doing Dante? We're here, let's just do this and get it done! Dante shook his head, Relax kid, all in due time.
Thread: It's the Devils against the Witches (Vash x lunarlight)

Rodin was a bit surprised by the kid's order but began making the sundae. Cereza decided to take the stool opposite to the man with the claw and leaned over the counter, her ass jutting out into the air ever so slightly, before saying, Rodin, that reminds me. Did you fix our little problem? while adjusting her glasses. She was tired of using the cheap toys the fallen angel had given her. She wanted her Scarborough Fair back. Just fixed them. he answered before placing the Sundae on the counter in front of Dante. Then he turned to Enzo and said That's going on your tab, deadbeat mother fucker. but before the stout man could say anything, the chair he was sitting in toppled over. Suddenly, Rodin reached down and pulled out a platter with a sheet cover what it held, the sheet had a rose insignia on it. Pulling the cloth off, four guns were revealed, then Cereza began Examining them Skid to 525 while Rodin made her a Strawberry Martini. Then the fallen angel said, You know, if those followers of the light keep fucking with you, shits really gonna hit the fan. True, but i'm getting a bit tired of these weaklings they keep throwing at me. was her only reply before pounding her drink down.