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Thread: Secrets and Lies (Sync & Mali)

The smile, meek and forced as it was, gave him some heart that she was maybe not as crushed as hed first thought. Or maybe she was, and she was just trying to hide it. Either way, Reggie was under no illusion that he was close enough to her that he could ask directly. He was still learning re-learning, perhaps how to be a proper gentleman around a ladyalthough he had a suspicion that she might not see herself that way, given some words shed hinted at earlier. Unless he was totally misreading the entire situation. Whatever it was that was pushing her at this moment, she was not as up to the task of handling it as shed claimed to be she was not so fine as her words had said. Even he could see that. Her smile picked up a little, although there was still some forcing of it she spoke to change the subject, and directed it towards himself. Perhaps, in truth, they were alike in several ways, if only by circumstance. She was not beautiful, but she was attractive, and in a way that many young ladies of society were not she had a charm on the inside, and that would not falter with age. He allowed the change of subject to go unchallenged, and he smiled faintly as he cast a glance back at the door behind him. The conversation waspassable, he admitted quietly, as he took a step towards her and away from the door, lest their words risked being overheard by scurrilous types in the drawing room hed just fled. There was some element of good fortune in my appearance just now, its true, but I was already seeking a means to leave the room it was just rather fortuitous that your voices were heard when they were, and gave me opportunity to seek my leave. He offered a small, almost-winsome smile, and continued quietly. The conversation itselfmostly about business opportunities, investigating and discussions of how to improve family fortunes and holdings, downing of port and brandy and smoking of cigarsdiscussions, in a small part, of the new inventions out of Europe. Some of it was interesting, other parts were tedious. Alas, though, no discussions regarding world domination. That might have made the conversation more palatable. He hesitated a moment, then gestured down the passageway in a direction away from both the ballroom and drawing room. Shall we walk for a short while, Miss Strathmore?
Thread: Secrets and Lies (Sync & Mali)

She lowered her chin in an act of demure innocence, a shy smile coming onto her face. I must admit Mr. Hawthorne, I cannot accept your apology. After all if men were not so forward in this manner, how else would a lady expect or hope to see him again? Sure, our motives may be pushing us to act fast as I reckon you are sharing the same boat that I am in but I do not think your actions are forward. Rather courageous. After all if there is a spark of a connection-- She cut herself off. What was she saying? She was not about to suggest there was a spark of a connection between them even if there was! Well for one, she might think there is a spark of connection between them but he just may see this purely as convenience! Clearing her throat, even as her cheeks turned incredibly red and he felt an anxietal pull of lack of breathing, as if her corset had grown tighter in those few scant seconds, Elsa was desperate to reign in some sanity in this mix before he rescinded his request to call on her. Um She swallowed, her throat very dry all of a sudden. Pardon my saying that, her eyes closed and she pressed her hand to her forehead. I do not wish to presume anything between us. Opening her eyes, she glanced up at him to read his expression. If she changed the subject quickly, then he wouldnt focus on her near little meltdown. She turned from him then, taking a few steps away from him but not ending their conversation or their time together. I gather my parents may not be very accepting of you coming to the house, let alone calling on me. But She turned to look at him and clasped her hands together in front of her. Perhaps they just might be more inclined to accepting the idea that a man at all has shown interest and therefore might be a bit more...kind? She honestly didnt know. She knew little of Mr. Hawthornes reputation but her parents may know more. Elsa couldnt say. It was really depending on being in the moment. Meaning he would have to come to her home to find out. Yes though, you may come to the house. A day or two from tonight, whichever you prefer. I reckon your family may not take too kindly to the news of your calling on me, even a potential She swallowed, taking a leap here again. Courtship with me. Correct?
Thread: Blackmail and Super Heroines with Nightkitten!   (New heroine scenes! )

RE Blackmail with Nightkitten! And other ff scenes First bump! Looking for the superheroine scene in particular, but all scenes are open.
Thread: Blackmail and Super Heroines with Nightkitten!   (New heroine scenes! )

RE Blackmail with Nightkitten! And other ff scenes Bumping this again! Still on the lookout
Thread: Blackmail and Super Heroines with Nightkitten!   (New heroine scenes! )

RE Blackmail with Nightkitten! And other ff scenes Superheroine scene is closed at the moment! Looking for anyone interested in the door-to-door scene.
Thread: Blackmail and Super Heroines with Nightkitten!   (New heroine scenes! )

RE Blackmail with Nightkitten! And other ff scenes Still looking for door-to-door! I was also thinking about a longer-form blackmail roleplay where a co-worker of my mother's blackmails our family to make me approx. 20 y.o. in the scene serve as her escort. From there, instead of using me herself, she'd trade me to other randomly kinky dommes in exchange for subs she's had her eye on for a long time. I'll post it in an update soon, but if you're interested this is also a possibility.
Thread: Blackmail and Super Heroines with Nightkitten!   (New heroine scenes! )

RE Blackmail with Nightkitten! And other ff scenes Bumping one more time for now!
Thread: Blackmail and Super Heroines with Nightkitten!   (New heroine scenes! )

RE Blackmail with Nightkitten! And other ff scenes Back with a bump a little earlier than planned! Left high and dry in the middle of a scene, a situation many of us understand, I think. Looking for blackmail scenes! Open to working a new theme out together, too, though The end product would be along the same lines as those listed in the full post, prioritizing plot and psychological aspects...
Thread: Blackmail and Super Heroines with Nightkitten!   (New heroine scenes! )

RE Blackmail with Nightkitten! And other ff scenes Added 'mother's rival coworker'!
Thread: Blackmail and Super Heroines with Nightkitten!   (New heroine scenes! )

RE Blackmail with Nightkitten! And other ff scenes Bump! Futa Supervillainesses or Rival Coworkers, please!
Thread: Blackmail and Super Heroines with Nightkitten!   (New heroine scenes! )

RE Blackmail with Nightkitten! And other ff scenes Superheroine or rival coworker!
Thread: Blackmail and Super Heroines with Nightkitten!   (New heroine scenes! )

RE Blackmail with Nightkitten! And other ff scenes Bump! Looking for romance, intrigue, and psychological themes. And villainesses!
Thread: Blackmail and Super Heroines with Nightkitten!   (New heroine scenes! )

Looking for futas for the heroine wrestling scene! Not looking for strictly fighting, though... Maybe some aphrodisiac pheromones would weaken Nightkitten enough to teach her a lesson?
Thread: Blackmail and Super Heroines with Nightkitten!   (New heroine scenes! )

Looking for villainesses for the superheroine scene and rival coworkers!
Thread: Blackmail and Super Heroines with Nightkitten!   (New heroine scenes! )

Bumping this! Looking for superheroine in particular!
Thread: Blackmail and Super Heroines with Nightkitten!   (New heroine scenes! )

Bump! Looking for villainesses right now! Willing to negotiate on Blackmail if you have an interesting character.
Thread: Blackmail and Super Heroines with Nightkitten!   (New heroine scenes! )

Bump! Looking for superheroine scenes.
Thread: The Hunt For The Lost King (With DaveTheHuman)

It had been over a year now. Or maybe it was two. Elena was not sure. She had come to know the king that once walked these halls. The one whose people loved and adored. The one who worried about his people. From the mightiest Captain of the guard, to the lowliest of widower on the outskirts of his territory, he knew them all and he kept a running tab of them all. He sent his knights out on all of them. She had not been told such stories. Elena was a beautiful girl of 17. Long black raven hair that curled, haunting blue eyes, and fair pale skin. She stood at 5'5 and her figure was shapely. Stories of this land were horrible and grizzly at best. Witches lived in the mountains and golums lived in the rivers. And the forests? Well, if any little princess dared to venture into the forest, she would have her body ripped inside out and hung from the highest tree. As for the villagers, she was taught that they did not worship her gods, they were heathens, and would be taxed of gold that they hid greedily in their coffers. It was a hard winter that came when she found the secret tunnel that lead to a high tower. It used to be a bell tower because a large bell slept in the rafters like a great sleeping bat. Looking out, she could see all of the village. Even though it was very cold, the view was beautiful. She went up there to think and read, but it wasn't long before she found a loose floor board and found a chest built into the ground. In it were many different books. At first she didn't realize to whom they belonged to, then she realized it was the king that her father overthrew. She knew that her father destroyed everything of the old king, so this only escaped because of its hiding place. Elena then hunkered down and began to read the history of the king. From the announcement of his betrothal, to his marriage, to the birth of his many children, to the love of his wife. Then the night when she read about the brutal rape and murder of his family by her own, she decided that she would find him. She would find where he was laid to rest. Find anything. Find his grave. Dressing as a deformed beggar, she went to the villagers she knew by name and asked about the king. Where he was. She was taken in and told that the true king had escaped into the hills far away to the enchanted castle. Thanking the woman, she began to prepare her getaway. Dressing as a lad, packing her bag, she stole away into the night and began her trek to find the enchanted castle. She took his last journal in her bag that held so much sadness and heart ache. She had to make it right somehow.
Thread: The Hunt For The Lost King (With DaveTheHuman)

Elena walked night and day through the vast woods. Whenever hungry, she stopped briefly to take a drink from the stream that ran along the foot of the mountain range, that she would have to eventually climb to get to the Enchanted castle and ate her dried fruit and meat that she had packed. Unscheduled stops had only happened when she thought she heard someone moving along the path. Even though she was in disguise, she had to be careful. Many people knew what the princess looked like, and they would see quickly through her disguise if they were clever. On the day that she reached the mountain of the Enchanted castle, she sat looking up and down the great mountain. She had lost count of how many days she had been walking. She slept when tired and ate when hungry. All her thoughts had been focused around how wrong her family had been to do what they had done to this king and his family. Once she was rested, she raised on her feet again. She looked at the mountain. Pulling her robes around her a bit tighter so they would catch or snag on any outcroppings, she began her careful climb upwards. She could see the faint mark of the castle in the distance. She began the climb. Her hands were beginning to chaff and bleed, but she was a princess determined. Wincing, she looked up and felt that he was alive the closer she got. If I get there, and there is an obvious path, I am just going to kick myself. She grumbled to herself as she continued to climb up the mountain trying to move around the ivy that was suprisingly thorny and sticky with a strange kind of sap that made her itch.
Thread: The Hunt For The Lost King (With DaveTheHuman)

In the evening, Lord Lenson sat in his study staring at a large map of the known world on his wall. It was getting late and he had grown tired from having a large meal with King Neron and King David. However he often found himself gazing at the map, full of curiosity. The lord's eyes were beginning to droop when he heard a knock on his door and the captain of his guard enter. My lord, there is a woman disguised as a man climbing our eastern ridge. Normally I wouldn't trouble you with such matters, but she bears a very strong resemblance to Princess Elena. The lord was silent for a while, hoping to gain insight into the matter. He finally said Show me. Standing on the magically shrouded wall, he looked at the woman who was climbing through the dense brush. Although she felt she was climbing higher and higher, in truth she was moving painfully slow. The power of the ancient enchantment never ceased to amaze the lord. With no fear of his voice passing through the enchantment, he said to the guard That is her, wake King Neron. He will want to ponder this. After a while the king was awake and looking at the climbing woman beside his lord. Despite the time, she was only a foot higher than before. The King remained silent for several minutes, clearly deep in thought. Bring the Princess in, but make no mention of David. We need to see why she has traveled all this way by herself. She is clearly determined. With that, the guards stepped forward. In their hearts they were inviting the Princess in, and that was all the enchantment needed. To the Princess' eyes, the cliff and harsh shrubs faded away to a short stretch of manicured grass leaded to a short wall where the elvish lord and king stood. The guards neared her and one said Come with us Princess Elena.
Thread: The Hunt For The Lost King (With DaveTheHuman)

She climbed over the ledge and sighed. It was a well welcomed sight. She groaned. The vines had not been friendly. She took a deep breath and took several draughts of her water skin. She looked up into the eyes of the men standing before her. Elves? She thought that they were long dead. Standing on trembling legs, she cleared her throat and bowed her head low. But before she could speak, she was given her orders and she began to walk. So she did. Moving forward, she tried to keep from itching, but the ivy had done its job. She was incredibly uncomfortable, but would not complain. This was part of the penance of her family's crime. She followed the elves and looked around. The kingdom was beautiful. But then again, what of elves wasn't beautiful. She was suddenly very, painfully, aware that she had climbed and was sweaty from travel, and was human. She chuckled and shook her head. Humans could not help the way of their bone structure. She smiled and told her nerves to calm themselves. She continued to walk and looked around.
Thread: The Hunt For The Lost King (With DaveTheHuman)

The guards walked her through the castle, avoiding the wing where their guest was sleeping. They opened up a door for her, which led to a small meeting room which overlooked the forest. The guards then left and closed the door behind. After the king and lord talked for a while, the Lord stepped through the doors and looked at the princess. What brings you all the way here, Princess Elena? Lord Lenson sat at the table across from her. It was long dark outside now and usually the stars and moon could be seen vibrantly, but the thick clouds kept them masked. A small knock was made against the door and a servant came in with a plate of food and a pitcher of water. The woman set it in front of the Princess and left as silently as she entered. Normally Lord Lenson would eat with his guests but he figured she would understand it was very late in the night to be doing so without the exhaustion of climbing an endless cliff.
Thread: The Hunt For The Lost King (With DaveTheHuman)

She walked to the room being silent. She sat and took off her cloak feeling a bit butter but she was obviously road weary and the ivy had not made her journey better. Her hands and arms and face were angry red with cuts. Sighing, she waited. When the king and lord came in, she stood and bowed in respect. It is a long shameful tale, and one I am not proud of. My father has a few years ago overthrown a king. To what extreme and terror I did not know. She stopped as the food was brought in. Leaning forward she said her thanks to her hosts and poured herself some water and drank. I found his journals I damaged, and ever being the curious creature I read them. Upon finishing, I have come to pay penance for my family even though I know it will never begin to cover what has been done to him. She swallowed and ate the fruit she was offered. She was exhausted and she felt awful. What brings me to this location is that all sources say that he is here.
Thread: The Hunt For The Lost King (With DaveTheHuman)

King Neron and Lord Lenson sat quietly as the woman talked. Both had often wondered if someone would come looking for the king. The fact that she was here meant that the secret was let loose by someone within these walls. When the human king arrived, he was disguised to look like a commoner, and it was very convincing. However, both of the elves had plenty of time throughout the seasons to formulate their response. But in this case it's primary purpose was to gain insight into the princess, deception was secondary. The king spoke and said The late King David... yes. Many rumors have circulated about this place and his connection, unfortunately they are only rumors. I wish we had the optimism of your sources but we have no basis for it... I am sorry. The lord nodded solemnly once the king finished speaking and he followed with You spoke of penance. Do you have reason to blame yourself for what was done to the royal family? That was the elves' aim of the conversation, was she worthy of the truth? The stories of what happened did not mention her as being to blame for the crimes, however something could have always slipped through the cracks causing her to be placed in a more favorable light. The lord wished to speak the truth to her if she was innocent, but the king would need more convincing than that. If the usurper was to discover that King David still lived on elvish lands, then their hidden kingdom would surely be burned to the ground. But if the Princess had a way of giving hope to putting King David back on the throne, then that would certainly be an easier sell.
Thread: The Hunt For The Lost King (With DaveTheHuman)

She swallowed and then shook her head. I am related to the family. I saw the family as monsters. I swallowed what my father fed me blindly... She swallowed tears. She covered her face as tears threatened to spill. She had to take several seconds before she could collect herself. My father brutally murdered his family before him. And the last entry in the journal said all of that... how they died...how he tried to barter anything to my father. She took in a shaky breath. And honesetly, I have found myself caring for the great king. And I am deeply and profoundly sorry for what happened. And if it takes me forever wandering the earth looking for him, I will. I will find him. In one form or another and I will tell him how sorry I am. She sobbed and leaned forward tears flowing freely.
Thread: The Hunt For The Lost King (With DaveTheHuman)

The lord was sold, however the king needed to be cautious. Her words and body language seemed genuine but there were some in the world who had mastered those two things. Since his people had a lot to lose from this, he made one last plan and that was time. As the king sat and thought, the lord said The sins of the father do not fall on the shoulders of his children. But you should do what you must to find peace. King Neron nodded and said A room is being prepared for you. You may stay as long as you wish and when you are ready to leave we will give you all the supplies you need for your travels. I hope you understand why we are unable to escort you outside of this protected area. With that, the king stood and left. The lord said A servant will show you to your room once it is finished being made. Lorn Lenson was afraid there was nothing more he could do for her without his king's consent. He understood both the king's and princess' desires, yet he had a responsibility to his people and he would not bring risk upon them. After he left, it was only a few minutes before a servant came for the princess. Inside his room, David had been asleep almost the entire time. His days had become very regimented. He would wake up, eat breakfast with Lord Lenson and then head to the greenhouse. For the majority of the day he would remain there doing the tasks which soothed his mind, and then after he would eat with Lord Lenson again. Then afterwards tended to be less predictable although lately he had been practicing archery with the Lord's daughters. The sport came naturally to him and his daughters told him he may have been a hunter or soldier. And after that, David would return to his bed for the next day. The routine was a peaceful one, simply keeping busy until his memories returned. However recently he began having nightmares. They were the strangest things, he would not see, hear, or feel anything through touch. Instead the dreams were just emotions. In these dreams he would feel the deepest and darkest of emotions grief, helplessness, and hatred. When he woke up he always wondered what he was dreaming about until he finally realized it was simply the emotion, no basis at all. It was a difficult thing for him to wrap his mind around so he decided to keep it to himself, although they were becoming more and more frequent.
Thread: The Hunt For The Lost King (With DaveTheHuman)

Yes I do understand. Thank you for showing me shelter. And if you could show me where the king eternally sleeps or where he last was traveling, I would be forever grateful. Whatever you would have me do for such information, I would do it. She said. She leaned back and looked at them both in the eye. She was serious. She was not above doing maid work. She would do anything to find the king and pay her fathers sins back. She did not wish to be forever damned in the next life like she honestly believed her family was and all who knew of this terrible crime. She smiled to the lord and nodded. Thank you. She said softly and cleared her throat. She knew they knew something but weren't going to tell her. She would work here and stay until she learned it. She understood why they didn't trust her, but she would wait. Standing up, she walked with the servant, and walked to her room. Walking along the halls, something told her spirit that the king was here. He was here in a way. But she was at a loss, she did not know who she was looking for. She would not know until introduced to him. Upon walking into the room, she thanked the servant and bid them goodnight. She found the basin and pitcher and gave herself a quick bath and dressed her wounds on her hands and arms. Changing into a gown, she sat on her bed and sighed. She said a prayer to the old dragon god of her grandmother who she trusted and prayed that she would be forgiven in the next life. She then laid on her back and looked up at the ceiling trying not to scratch at her raw sores that had been brought on by the ivy. Rolling to her side, she fell asleep. --- Early in the morning, she walked the halls in her pants and a tunic she had managed to find. She looked around wondering where she would be having breakfast, and if she was even going to be offered breakfast. Then she rationalized that if she were a guest here, and knowing what she did about her family, she wouldn't offer herself breakfast either. Moving to a seat, she looked out of the window into the garden and smiled and canted her head smiling.