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Thread: What you need, what I need, what we need. [Cata&JD]

Her arm quivered as she reached out for him as she layed on the bale of hay, her body calling out for him now. She inched down the bale, moving herself to him. Her other arm, the one that wasn't reaching out for him, was limply struggling to get a grip on the hay, her likely final noticable attempts at objection. Ohh... She cooed, her cheecks twitching with the involentary call. Shitty post.
Thread: What you need, what I need, what we need. [Cata&JD]

The horse found her more attractive right now than he ever had. He approached slowly and began to slowly rub his massive horsecock over her pink petals, teasing her with it's size. He was getting harder and harder, and the look on her face made it so hard to resist just thrusting himself up into her... But he didn't want to hurt the beautiful human. So he lined himself up with her and got between her spread knees, and began to slowly push.
Thread: What you need, what I need, what we need. [Cata&JD]

A shiver went up her spine, as she exshaled in jitters, already slightly arching her back. She cooed out again softly with her tempered breaths, gripping at the hay beneath her. Her arms shook a bit more, before she pressed back some, eagerly takeing him in, her body unable to wait. Aaahn... She called, looling her head in temptation.
Thread: What you need, what I need, what we need. [Cata&JD]

The horse pushed harder, and his long thick horsecock began to push up into her very tight insides. She was loving it... And that made the horse that much more horny. He leaned down and held her body as she pushed into him. He leaned his horse muzzle close to her face and looked deep into her eyes as she took his length for the first time.
Thread: What you need, what I need, what we need. [Cata&JD]

AH POST ...x? She gave him a terrible lusty look, a smirk as she narrowed her eyes, a mistyness washed over them. It wasn't like her, but really, it wasn't like he'd notice. Her arms still stayed grinding into the bale, her hands gripped in terribly tight. She was screaming inside, it was killing her. But all the same, her boddy bounced a little, impaicent from the queen's power over her. She wanted it, she wanted it now.
Thread: What you need, what I need, what we need. [Cata&JD]

The horse looked into her eyes and continued to work his way into her steamy insides. He pushed until he could feel her inner wall, and he began to push very slowly in and out of her. The horse reached out and held her hips as he thrust gently, letting her get used to his length and width.
Thread: Seeking a male to rp with

Hello there, I was browsing your request thread and I was delighted to see your a dominant female!.I'm a submissive male and I've been craving a mistress so badly.I'd love to get a Goddess themed RP going with you sometime.Hope to hear from you soon.
Thread: Seeking a male to rp with

I'd love to do a Goddess RP with you, or something else if you have other ideas. Just drop me a pm.
Thread: Seeking a male to rp with

I am a very submissive male who is interested in what you have to teach me -
Thread: Phil's cravings.

Updates! ....I got nothing.
Thread: Phil's cravings.

Update Alright, I got a good plot here that I want to try out. Here's the plot A young newly wed house wife is starting to get sexually frustrated since everytime she wants her husband to fuck her, he's always too tired, or has to get up in the morning. Though recently someone keeps making dirty phone calls to her and tells her that he wants to meet up and start a masterslave relationship... and though she refuses everytime, after a few sex-less nights, she reluctantly agrees. 3 Pm if you would like to do this! X3
Thread: Phil's cravings.

.................
Thread: Phil's cravings.

Current craving Bestiality. Yeah. ..
Thread: Phil's cravings.

I think I've PMed you about your plot. And, bestiality.. I only do it where the guy is the beast, and my char. is a human.
Thread: The Vulture and the Butterfly

Tonight was the night, yes it had to be tonight. The night she made her escape from this bedroom fortress her loving father confined her to. She had glimpsed the outside world, seen a ghostly grave robber who haunted her dreams. Her father denied it, tried to convince her that it had all been a fevered dream induced by forgetting to take her medicine. She didn't believe it. it had all been too real. The blank faces of the sleeping dead, the pounding of her heart as she raced to escape detection, his haunting voice. Her condition would only allow her to stay away for a few days at the most so she tried to steal away as much medicine as she possibly could. A few days would be more then enough for her father to come to his senses. She was seventeen and dead to the world! Life was waiting for her out there.... Shilo stole out of her room in the middle of the night, a pale white figure with raven black hair racing down the streets. She went to her mother first, visiting Marni's grave for a few hours. Oh mother.... I know father means well, but I need to live my own life, whatever I have left of it with your disease sapping my strength. Bitterness twisted her voice, fingertips caressing the cold white marble. She pressed her lips to the marble in a quick kiss goodbye before treading out onto the dangerous streets. She was so young, so naive. Shilo had been sheltered her entire life and didn't know what dangers lurked in the drug infested streets far from her father's mansion. Poor little lamb. It wasn't long before a stranger in black approached her, a scalpel in hand.
Thread: The Vulture and the Butterfly

Shilo glanced anxiously at the watch which began to dial and vibrate along her wrist. Her father. Was he home yet? Did she have a prayer of deluding him into thinking she was safe and sound in her bedroom prison? Shilo glanced up, noting that she was still at the very edge of the the graveyard and about to enter the streets. It was quiet enough here. Yet, at the same moment a small, soft fingertip lowered to pick up her father's call a dirt and blood covered hand wrapped around her pretty white throat and squeezed . Her big, doe-like eyes widened in shock and fear. Fear for her life. The more she struggled, the more her blood pressure went up, setting off the alarm on her arm. Warning, blood pressure rising. If her blood pressure were dropping it would have been a more dangerous matter. However, the harvester wasn't quite interested in the health of his victim. It was rare to see such a clean person and from the looks of her, she hadn't had a single surgery yet. Every little organ was pure and healthy as the day she was born. In a world where plastic surgery was performed in minors from early toddler years until death, it was rare to see a virgin body or rather, uncut. He could harvest her entire body and make a bundle. Shilo's fierce struggles began to lessen, her pale face turning blue until she finally fell unconscious. Her frail body fell to the ground, narrowly missing cracking her skull open on a nearby marble tombstone. She problably looked as still as death, lieing there in a mass of raven black hair while the harvester took out his bag full of instruments and began to prepare for his job. He tore open the blouse she wore, revealing alabaster white skin and small breasts encased in a black bra. She was by no means a voluptuous girl Even her body still seemed child-like. Her wristwatch continued to ring. No answer for her father, but ofcourse she could have been in bed for all Nathan knew. Her eyes fluttered open just in time to see the needle of a zydrate gun puncture the harvester's neck just a scalpel hovered over her bare stomach. She traced the arm that held the gun and found the strange character from her so-called dream of the outside world. Graverobber! His name wasn't said in fear or disgust, nor was it crooned or moaned. She seemed....shocked to see him. The harvester slumped forward and suddenly she felt cold fingers grip her arm, jerking her to her feet and away they went. She could barely match his fast stride, seeming unused to such vigorous exercise. Where are we going? Her blouse was still open, having been slit right down the center by the harvester who hadlittle care for his victim's clothes. She seemed dazed and confused. Who was that? She questioned him when they had finally reached the destination he had in mind.
Thread: The Vulture and the Butterfly

Nathan waited. One ring. Two. His mouth went dry. Three. Before it even got to the fourth ring, he was running as hard as he could, blazing down the side streets and back alleys that he had memorized years ago, the hard soles of his buckled boots hitting the puddles and splashing dirt and grime up onto the vinyl and leather that covered him, mixing with the blood and sweat of the evening. Shilo wasn't answering. Warning Blood Pressure Alert She might have passed out - what was happening to her, to make her fall unconscious? Was she out of the house, had she hit her head? Was she dying in her room right now, as he ran for her? What if someone had broken into the house - what if they were hurting her. His mask was ripped off his face and a foot-long, serrated knife was in hand when he entered the house, and he was running up the stairs, Shilo? he shouted her bedroom door was open, he knew he'd locked it behind him on his way out that evening - and she wasn't in her room. She wasn't in bed. He brought his hands to his head, not noticing that he was smearing blood into his hair, and he turned back, standing on the staircase, and this time his voice hit a pitch of panic as he called for his daughter, Shilo ! And in the cemetary, the Graverobber was yanking Shilo along he had learned long ago that running was the best solution - getting as far away from the problem as possible was always the ideal option, and this was no exception. He didn't stop until they were on the outskirts of the massive graveyard, stopping beneath an old, gnarled willow tree that had long ago grown around a dimming street light, and it just barely shed enough light for the two of them to see eachother. He turned then, and was met with the sight of Shilo, small and pale, surrounded by her mane of dark hair with her shirt split down the middle, her small breasts outlined by the opened blouse and the grasp of black lace it was a body that was untouched by surgery, blessedly real, sheer genetic inheritance. Graverobber gaped for a moment, and then forced his eyes away from the expanse of pale skin, and met her eyes, his eyebrows up high, You just have an innate ability to find trouble, don't you? he asked, his voice a deep rumble in his chest.
Thread: The Vulture and the Butterfly

Shilo was breathing heavily as she struggled just to catch her breath from that long run. Her deep breaths forced her small breasts to rise and fall sharply with her chest. Even though she looked so frail and delicate, she was stronger then her father gave her credit for. She didn't fall into shock, though her skin began to feel cold. She felt a chill in the air and shivered, seeming to have forgotten the state of her blouse. Her eyes followed the Graverobber's, gasping sharply and swiftly covered her chest with crossed arms, a rosey color adorning such pale cheeks. Graverobber problably wasn't used to seeing women blush, certainly the scalpel sluts were too numb and jaded to care who saw their bodies. She stood there, covering her bosom with her hands, shivering in the cold night air. This...isn't turning out how I thought it would be. She admitted in a low voice, turning her head away. She didn't know who that man was who had come after her, only that he was bad. Oh there were so many things she didn't know, didn't understand! You...you saved me. Shilo finally managed to tilt her head up to look at him. He seemed taller then she remembered. Tall and pale, dressed in strange coat with his laced up boots andlong hair with multicolored ends. Another beep from her watch seemed to draw her attention away. Her father. He was calling again and problably was frantic by now. She didn't want to think about him now. No. She was free, even if there was danger lurking around every corner, she was free. I thought you were a dream. She added, turning her attention back to Graverobber. The teenager began to shift from side to side, glancing anxiously around. Oh no. I left my backpack behind. It had extra clothes in it... She mourned, her cheeks still retaining their rosey red blush. She needed a new shirt....or atleast something to cover her nakedness. I suppose we're even now, seeing as you're the one who got me in trouble before.
Thread: The Vulture and the Butterfly

Nathan was in the basement, ripping off the Repo Man uniform, hurling the organs into the refrigerator with his face still streaked with blood, he ran through the house. He ducked his head as he passed by the chamber Marni's body was in - he couldn't bring himself to look at her now, not when his baby was missing, he couldn't face her - and down through the corridor towards Marni's memorial, where he knew Shilo had gone many times before. Shilo! he called again, stopping when he entered the memorial, only to find it was devoid of life but the door to the tomb was open, a crack that was barely perceptable to most, but Nathan was outside in moments, looking wildly around the dark graveyard. There was no sight of her, and the graveyard went on forever, a vast and spiralling land of the dead, and Nathan felt his heart climb up into his throat, throbbing there in a way he couldn't swallow down, though he held down the panic that threatened to well up with it. The worried father just wanted to find her, just wanted her back in his arms, safe in the house, away from the horrors of the world, Oh god. Just let her be alright. He didn't see them, but he felt someone slip up beside him, and Nathan didn't even turn to look, his hand reflexively shot up and he was gripping a throat, squeezing - and when he did look, it was some Zydrate junkie, tweaking out and quaking with paroxysms of terror, Where is she? he snarled, gripping so hard that his nails cut into the man's skin, but there was clearly no information to be gleaned, the guy was too stoned to be useful, and Nathan hurled him to the ground, stepping over him and continuing through. Who took my Shilo? The Graverobber was glancing around them, his eyes ever-watchful even as his body language was relaxed, laid back. He offered Shilo one of his blazing smiles when she spoke, A dream, he repeated, leaning his arm up against the tree in a strangely suave-looking gesture, I've been called a lot of things, but - a dream is a new one. The smile faded away and transformed into a sort of gritting of teeth, a 'whoops' expression when she mentioned their previous run-in, Well, he said, chewing on his fingernail, searching for the words, and then he lifted his hand in a sort of shrug, Sorry. She was breathing heavy, and again, he found his eyes drawn downwards until he forced himself to look back up, and then he began tugging off his jacket, swinging it around and onto her shoulders, Here, he said, It's cold out. I'll - walk you back.
Thread: The Vulture and the Butterfly

Shilo took the coat that he offered her, yet when she pulled it on, she looked even smaller as his coat completely dwarfed her. It smelled like death for a moment or two until she got used to the scent and pulled it closer around herself with a small sigh. She didn't care. It was warm. Thank you. Shilo said with a warm smile on her face. She caught him looking at her again, before he had passed his coat to her and somehow it made her insides tingle. Her stomach felt as if hundreds of butterflies were fluttering around inside. It was understandable. Graverobber was the first man from the outside that she had met and even though she barely knew him, she already seemed to trust him blindly. Maytbe....just maybe, the seventeen year old had her first crush. He seemed so....so different in comparision to the only other man she knew, her father. Oh what was wrong with her? Her skin was suddenly hot as he draped an arm around her shoulders. Her blood chilled when he mentioned taking her back. She pulled away from him and turnedup her chin, a defiant gleam in those otherwise gentle teenage eyes. I'm not going back home. Atleast not yet. I ran away..... Her voice trembled slightly as she continued. I can handle a few days on the streets. She tried to look tough. Sweet little naive thing that she was, it was an utter failure. Please don't take me back. Anywhere but there. I had money for a hotel in my backpack,but now it's problably gone. Shilo was relieved that she still had her medicine on her. Her little eyelashes fluttered in a classic 'daddy's little girl' manuever that usually worked on her father. Can I stay with you? I'll keep out of your way. I wouldn't bother you, it's just you seem to knew streetlife better then me.
Thread: The Vulture and the Butterfly

Graverobber seemed to relax even more when Shilo pulled the jacket around herself, covering her pale chest from his view, and he turned, putting his arm around her, figuring that he would be able to do so now without feeling the urge to slap himself for his own thoughts. He began to lead her, up until the point he felt her wrench herself away, and he turned then, his eyebrows raised, holding his hands up in the air to signify passiveness, as though he thought his touch was being repelled. But no, that wasn't it. Oh, a little rebel, Graverobber cooed, and wiggled a finger under her upraised chin, like he was scratching a kitty, How cute . She was batting her eyes at him it wasn't a gesture that the Graverobber was used to, the kind of girls he knew were usually a little less subtle. Generally if they wanted his attention, they would grab him in sensitive areas or, on rare occasions, throw things at his head. I don't think that's such a good idea. Graverobber said, clicking his tongue, I'm really not a very good tour guide, why don't you just get the internet and google the city or something, there's not a lot to see. Well, there was a lot to see, but the idea of showing her any of it made him feel a little guilty, like he was introducing a fawn to the wonders of magic mushrooms. Trust me, kid, you don't want to stay with me. Graverobber added, You should really go home. And, not so far from them now, Nathan was on his haunches in the graveyard, clutching Shilo's backpack in one hand he'd found it on the ground, next to the body of some knife-toting psychopath - she must have been attacked. Was he alone, and she ran away, or did he have someone else with him, someone who - - took her? Nathan let out an almost animalistic noise, a strangled scream of pure pain. What the fuck was that? Graverobber asked, his eyebrows arching high, and he stared off in the direction of the Graveyard he took hold of Shilo's upper arm, steering her in the opposite direction of the sound, Crazy people out here.
Thread: The Vulture and the Butterfly

Shilo shot him an annoyed glare, which was about as fierce as a kitten as his hand stroked under her raised chin. He was making fun of her. He didn't think she had what it took. Even Graverobber shared her father's opinion that she should be secluded. I'm not going back! She vowed, stomping her foot like a spoiled child and placing her hands on her hips. You're not taking me seriously. No one does. She despaired, showing typical teenage angst. Out of her entire generation, Shilo was problably one of the few who actually had reason to rebel and be so upset. You don't know my dad. He keeps me locked in my room. He locks my bedroom, locks the house so I can't go out. All because of my stupid blood disease! She turned away from him, barely managing to control her breathing so her blood pressure didn't waver. I've only ever seen the city from my window and the graveyard is as far as my father will ever let me go. I don't have any friends. I don't even have a boyfriend. I'm seventeen! She whirled suddenly to face him, her eyes shiney with unshed tears. I'm seventeen and already dead to the world. So please....just let me stay with you for a few days. Her little hand sought his, her fingers so small and soft as they tugged on his wrist just once. Let me live, just a little. I've got enough medicine to last for three days and then I promise I'll go straight home. She was desperate and it showed, plain on her face. If he didn't stick by her, she'd go out on her own and end up killed most likely. She had no street sense at all. Her head jerked towards that god-awful wail which carried through the graveyard. For a second, she thought she had heard her father. Oh....shit! I think that was my father. Oh no.... Shilo suddenly became paler and much more frantic. Strange how she could be so calm after nearly being killed and yet the mere thought of her father close by nearly sent her straight into shock. Such was a father's influence. If he finds me....no forget that, if he finds you with me .... She trailed off, but the frightened look on her face would be plenty enough to fill in the gaps. We have to hide from him! Now it was her turn to grip his hand, tugging insistently as she took off, never knowing where she was going, just trying to escape.
Thread: The Vulture and the Butterfly

There was something distinctly unfair about the entire thing, the Graverobber reflected as he found himself staring into Shilo's wide doe eyes, watching her use those eyelashes to her best advantage, feeling her little hand around his wrist, tugging, insistent, pleading with him. She was seventeen and had spent her entire life locked away in her room, affected by some disease that had her collapsing and forced to take medication all the time not only was she young and naive, she was ill. And judging by the way she was talking, she wasn't planning on going back to her home by anything but her own choice. It also sounded like her father was very possibly insane - but teenagers tended to exaggerate, especially about their parents. Right? Hide from him? Graverobber repeated incredulously, following half-heartedly as she tugged on his arm, but only for a moment before he stopped walking, using his size to his advantage, grabbing Shilo's wrist and swinging her back around, using the momentum she had to swing her back towards him, nearly pulling her right into him. This isn't hide and seek. he said. Shilo! The voice wasn't too far away now it was close enough that he could even make out a silhouette in the darkness, Shit, Graverobber said, knowing he had to make his choice quickly now, and he backed Shilo up, away from the light, towards an enormous tomb, and he actually physically lifted her, pinning her body between his and the hard, flat surface of the tomb, one leg settling between hers, making look to anyone who passed by that he was with a girl of the same height, rather than a petite thing like Shilo. Your disease had better not be contagious. he said drily, and then cocked his head to the side, ravishing her mouth with his own.