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Thread: Exploring relations (Jack and Ms Genevieve)

As Jack removes my bra, he sees my breasts in their naked glory...then he starts to play with them and I think to myself, its been awhile since someone has fondled them or even sucked on them for that matter... Jack said Are they sensitive?.....Do you get milk from them sister? Click to expand... No Jack, they're not sensitive. You can pull on them bite them, suck on them. You could even lightly slap them, they're very resilient. Milk? Well Jack, as a matter of fact they do every so often. Ever since my breast augmentation surgery, I had been stimulating my breasts at least once a day. The therapy makes my nipples produce milk, depending upon the amount of stimulation. Please, my lover, please satisfy me and make me lactate.
Thread: Exploring relations (Jack and Ms Genevieve)

I thought one needs to be pregnant for getting milk. isn't it sis?. He asked looking up at her, her voice calling him lover. He wondered if he heard it all wrong, but then again, the same voice calling him lover. yes its definitely his sister and he is her lover. he bit on her nipples and wrapped both his palms on her breast, on either side, tickling the nipple, hoping she would produce milk. At last he could see a drop oozing which he savored it quickly. mmm its tasty sis.. may be i can feed on your milk every day? he laughed half expecting a spanking from her.err its like cum oozing drop by drop sis he said putting his tongue beneath her nipples as the milk drops fell on.
Thread: Exploring relations (Jack and Ms Genevieve)

I wrap my right hand around his head and push him further in to my beast making sure that he is latching on...the stimulation is mind boggling, and certainly is better than doing it on my own..now I was feeling other stimulation, the kind that goes right down to my pussy and even excites my rosebud...hormones seem to be flowing in all sorts of directions in side my body and it's making me feel hornier...images of his cock now flash in my mind and the urge to suck Jack's dick becomes greater and greater.... Jack said mmm its tasty sis.. may be i can feed on your milk every day? Click to expand... Yes Jack, Maybe YOU can be my therapy everyday! Do it enough times and the amounts may increase. Smiling... We may never need to buy cream for our coffee ever again!
Thread: Exploring relations (Jack and Ms Genevieve)

Jack grinned sucking her breast fervently. And this could be my early morning break fast and may be night bed time milk he looked up like a child and what would be your break fast sis? he asked innocently, not at all like an army officer. He then wrapped his arms around her bum, squeezing her cheeks and he pulled her closed to him. his head smothered between her breasts. From the corner of his eye, he could see a neighbor watching from the nearby window of the building next doors. Jack said I guess we got company sis
Thread: The Burning Times ((Vivid, Battle, and Tyr ))

Vega's childhood could not have been more perfect. He grew up in a loving family mainly consisting of women, they managed to be happy despite the absence of his father. Yet at his seventeenth birthday, everything went to shit when he returned home from celebrations to his family, slaughtered across his floor. Everyone refused to tell him what had happened despite his pleas, every single day he asked and investigated on his own with no luck. Yet finally the day he reached eighteen years of age, the village they all lived him brought him into the town hall, and proclaimed his family was killed by the remaining rogue witches around the area. This, was nothing but a bold lie told with a heavy heart. The truth of the matter was that the village had suspected that since Vega's family was mainly women, they were all descendant of witches. That doubt, the fear alone propelled them to kill innocent women in their sleep, without warning or discretion. But no, they were too cowardice to admit their mistake, to tell the truth to their one son, their one brother that had his own heart carved out of his chest at the sight. Six years have passed since the day of his family's death, and every single day since then he did nothing but practice, train in the way of the sword, the only weapon known to be able to kill witches immediately, without spells or ineffective guns. His life now had one purpose, and one purpose alone To become the world's greatest Witch hunter, so that he could extract his pain and revenge on every single woman of their race. Perhaps then, they would feel equal pain. As fate would have it, Vega had just made his way into New York just as the sunset was beginning to roam over the city. The shadow of the night began to slowly take over the streets, the lights along the roads flickering open one right after the other. Nothing, or no one was near Vega at the time, everyone seemed to avoid a hooded man with a knife hidden under his clothesfor good reason. Suddenly, a crumpled piece of paper landed right infront of his feet, followed by a woman stomping her feet in anger. His brow raised playfully when her skirt was raised as she stomped, revealing a little bit more than she would have liked, yet she didnt seem to care. He leaned down and picked up the piece of paper in curiosity, trying to open it only struck fear into his eyes, anxiousnessadrenaline. This map wasnt currentnor did it belong to humans, a witchright there in the city. Was she insane? He thought to himself, why in the blue hell would a witch venture into the city, it made absolutely no sense. He slipped out of the shadows, and slowly began trailing the witches footsteps, stalking her like a lion would his prey, never letting her leave his sight, not for a moment. All his questions and doubts were confirmed right in front of him she had just entranced a man to tell her whatever she needed. The man was blessed by the gods, throwing him his prey right infront of him so he can extract his rightful vengeance, so he can avenge his fallen with one more struck down witch.
Thread: The Burning Times ((Vivid, Battle, and Tyr ))

It was starting to get cool. The sun had gone down and, upon the coming of the dark, a slight chill had taken to the air. Goosebumps rose on her perfectly porcelain skin and her slender arms came to wrap around herself to get some warmth. The trip had taken much longer than what she had thought and she had not brought a jacket with her. This little trip was not supposed to last this long! The beautiful blonde huffed as she followed the directions. Genetics had given her more than good looks, they had also given her a sharp memory. Almost every detailed was remembered. Almost. Some things were hazy and she managed to take a few wrong turns. Moira slumped against a building and gave a sigh. This was no good. How was she going to do this? She backtracked to a sign she remembered and took the left instead of the right. That seemed like the right way! Though, as darkness settled in the city, different type of people were out and about. Much more sinister than the people she had met during the daylight hours. As she rounded the corner that would lead her to the street the medical clinic was on, three young men stepped out in front of her. They were slender, sinewy boys. They had matching bandannas wrapped around their heads and arms and, to her horror, knives in their hands. Hey there, one of them said as he played with the blade. He flipped it open and shut with a grace and agility that she had never seen before. What is a little mouse like you doing walking a lone? Don't ya know its dangerous out here. A lump rose in her throat and she swallowed it harshly. As innocent as she was, she knew that this was not a good scenario for anyone to be in. Witch or otherwise. I was just out for a stroll... she said, trying to walk around the three. The second, taller than the others, grabbed her arm. Dressed like that? he said. You're sure drawing a lot of attention to yourself. You look like you're trying to sell something. We're a little interested in buying. Oh no! she said. Each second made her voice go higher until it was just a squeak. I am not trying to sell anything. Now let me go! Let you go? Why would we do that? If you ain't selling that means we don't have to buy... Again she struggled against the man's grip but the third swooped in for her other arm and the first grabbed her hair and gave it a good yank. You'd be good for the Underground. I bet the boss would go nuts over you're hot piece of ass! There were too many to try and cast spells against and, with them holding her, she could not slip between the veils of the physical realm and the ethereal. A lump rose in her throat again.
Thread: The Burning Times ((Vivid, Battle, and Tyr ))

Everything happened so quickly. Moira could scarcely catch anything, let alone everything. A man had come out, one slinging and swinging daggers, and chased off the others that had cornered her. Pain filled howls and meaningless threats followed the terrible men. Legs shook and she found herself sinking to her knees. Her stockings caught on the rough cement of the ground and tore a little. Though she hardly cared. Her heart was still thumping so loud that it echoed in her head. A hand rested on top of her chest, right above where her corset cut off. Tears streaked down her pale cheeks as he turned and faced her. Gratitude washed over her and she attempted to peel herself up from the ground but something stopped her. There was something about this man that she could not pinpoint. It frightened her. In a fit of panic she attempted to calm herself over the matter. The reason why she was so worried was because of what just happened. Her trust had been shattered for the evening and she just had not recovered from it. At least that is what she hoped it was. T-thank you, she squeaked. Still on the ground she shifted, placing her firm rear on her ankles as she sat, to give her knees a break. I had no idea what I was going to do! You saved me. Full, pink lips trembled and she looked up at him pathetically with eyes a twinkle from tears.
Thread: The Burning Times ((Vivid, Battle, and Tyr ))

Vegas eyes connected with the witchs own as she squeaked out her thanks, tears almost rolling down her eyes in fear and shock. He still gave her an expressionless look, what was he supposed to make of thisthe frightening witch was on the ground, like a young, fragile woman broken by fear and abuse. This was not what he signed up for, this was not the same as the people who killed his family. Yet, the idea of it alone terrified him, the she was the one that robbed his family away from him, that she was responsible just like all of her kind of his familys death. Vega lowered his hand and took hold of her own, pulling her up quickly and resting her back against his chest so she doesnt stumble to the floor. Her stocking ripped a little bit more, all what he did seemed like it was in a kind way to help her stand, but all the was erased when the tip of his dagger aligned itself with her throat, pressing her against his chest tighter as his bare hands trembled, both in anger and in hesitation. This doesnt make any sensewitches arent supposed to be as fragile andinnocent as you arethis is not what I signed up forbut give me a reason, give me one reason not to take your life right here after your race took away the life of my entire family. It was obvious that he was struggling with himself, unable to determine wither killing her was the right decision. He needed vengeance, he need a reason to blame his pain on, he needed someone to direct it towardsbut she wasnt what he needed. Your supposed to be an evil raceone that cares not for human lives, and take it so easilythats what your kind did with meI should kill you, I should kill you right now butmy goddamn heart is not dead yethow can you be like the ones that killed my sisters, when you look so much like them He never expected to let her live this long, the plan was to kill her where she stood, to rid the world of another beast that doesnt deserve to livebut no, he couldnt. Despite his words, his body wouldnt allow him to kill her. He was not a monster, he was not a merciless murderer like them.
Thread: The Burning Times ((Vivid, Battle, and Tyr ))

At first she resisted being pulled up. Just his touch managed to send her completely haywire. All of her magic sparked and jumped inside of her, warning her. Though her delicate and frail body was no match for his strength. The sound of her stocking ripped echoed in her ears. Another warning, perhaps? It was so hard to tell what was going to happen to her. Against his chest she was pulled and she could hear his heart. Unlike hers it was even, tempered, and cool. This helped calm her a little and then, it sped slightly, as something cold and sharp was pressed against her neck. She swallowed roughly, nearly knicking her skin with the action. That perfect, flawless pale skin that nearly reflected in the moonlight. Listening to him talk made her fear for her very life. He knew! Even with how careful she had thought she had been, he knew that she was a witch. Her whole body shivered in his grasp. Though there was warmth in his body he himself was like a pillar of ice. And it struck her deeply. Hand came up to tug at the arm, sending the sweet sent of her perfume flying with the movement. The slight girl was alluring in her innocence. I would never hurt anyone, she whispered. Please. If you must kill me, mister, at least wait until I get medicine for my grandmother. She is very ill but refuses to see the doctor herself. I need to get her help. She is an old lady, so weak she can barely lift her head! Follow me home, let me nurse my nana back to health, and then you can kill me. If she could save her grandmother she would have gladly laid down her life.
Thread: The Burning Times ((Vivid, Battle, and Tyr ))

Vega shot her abit of a glare when she tugged on his arm, and explained to him her grandmothers condition. Once again, she un-awarely struck him right there were it hurts. He had lost his own family because they were killed would he do the same, and let this girls family die because of him?...was that really the right way to take Revenge? Vice slowly took the dagger away from her throat, hesitantly slipping it back on his belt, and yet he turned her to look into her eyes, his hands holding onto her shoulders tightly so she doesnt escape. Finally, the handsome mans face was exposed to her fully as his hood slipped down, and his hair dropped over his chest and back. It was a surprise, such a cold and skilled killer looked like he belonged in a magazine, like he was one of the most elegant people this earth has ever seen. The first sign of emotion took over his expression despite his will, his eyes were clearly pained and hurt as he looked into hers, struggeling with his own confidence and restraint. Have you not heard anything I saidyour kind was responsible for my mother and sisters deathwhy should I repay you with kindnesswhy should I allow your grandmother to live when her generation was the reason my entire family died? he wanted an answer, not just to the question, but a justification to his actions. He couldnt bear the guilt of taking the life of the young, beautiful witch, the calm, collected man was somewhat breaking apart infront of her. He was confused, hurt, and everything he didnt want to show her spilled out like a flood. Despite everything, he struggled with himself because he could feel her pain, he knew that she herself didnt do anythinghe put himself in her shoes, if it was his mother that was sick he would have easily gave his own life away to save herwhat right did he have to decide if all these witches he had been killing needed to live or diefinally someone had broken the facts in front of him, the fact that he could not just continue feeding his mindless crusade of vengeance.
Thread: The Burning Times ((Vivid, Battle, and Tyr ))

A shuddering sigh of relief escaped her. He had lowered the blade from the delicate column of her throat. The hooded Hunter was going to let her live after all! At least long enough to ask her more question. A knot tied in her stomach and it churned like a boat on choppy waters. A bead of sweat rolled down her face, which was even paler than normal. He turned her to face him, lowering the hood that covered his looks. What she saw stunned her. The face beneath was not a horrible sight, like she had imagine. Instead it was a face that looked like it had been crafted by the spirits solely to beguile her. Beautiful men had always been a weakness of hers and, as protected as she was, she rarely saw any. The pain in his eyes struck her as well as his words. This man this hunter had a past that caused him untold amounts of pain. I have heard, she replied in a whisper. I have and I understand you need to have your vengeance and while I dont understand why that has to come out on me, you should be allowed to avenge the deaths of your family. I only ask for a small mercy though. My grandmother is sweet and is liked by all in our neighborhood. She helps everyone out and it would hurt them all if she were to pass like this. I beg of you. Let me save her. She she is all that I have and I would rather be dead than see her suffer. Her chest heaved with how rapidly she was breathing. Her head swam with all of the emotions that were going through her body. Why hadnt she simply enchanted this young man into doing what she wanted? It would have caused less grief for her and allow her to slip easily away. Golden red, vibrant curls hung over her shoulder and she tugged at the ringlet nervously. For her safety I am handing myself over to you. Dont let her die. Please, dont let her die!
Thread: The Burning Times ((Vivid, Battle, and Tyr ))

Vega couldnt help but frown at the young witchs comments, she seemed as fragile as a piece of glass, yet as innocent as a child. He didnt know what to do anymore, only tilting his head to the side at her pleads for her grandmother. Once again he was struck by a dilemmahe had no idea wither going with what she says was a trick, or was she really just trying to save a loved one. Finally howeverhis hands dropped from her shoulders, and one of them lowered to hold her own tightly, just to still have a secure grip on her in fear of her escaping him. The other brushed some hair from his eyes, and he rubbed the inside corner of them softly. His head tilted a little to look at the witch and his voice was a little calmer than before, regaining some of his lost composure. If I agree to thisand show you this act of kindnessyou will come with me to the government center afterwardsthe cost of your grandmothers life will be in their hands, I cannot bring myself to kill youfor I am weak, pathetic and weak. He looked away from her once again, and his hand tightened a little more on her own as he began walking, not even waiting for a reply from her. He just wanted to get it over with, the more he looked at her the more he saw a normal, beautiful womannot a witch like the ones who scarred him so deeply. Your name, witch. He asked quietly as they began walking through the streets of New York, he pulled her so close that she almost his into his jacket, shielding her from peoples eyes. Her clothes were all torn after all, he didnt really need some other thugs to jump out and cause him more struggles. If I am going through with thisI need to know the name of the one witch I sparedif you know me, then you know I have not let one witch live yetconsider yourself my one sin, the one sin I took against myself.
Thread: The Burning Times ((Vivid, Battle, and Tyr ))

Moira could have cried in relief! He had spared not only her grandmothers life but hers as it. The urge to hug him overpowered her but she managed to keep it under control. This figure was still a dangerous, dangerous man. How was she to know this was all not some cruel plan to get her to lead him to her grandmother so he could easily kill the both of them? This was a chance she would need to take. It was risky but she knew that now, given what had happened, it was the only way. Moira, she told him as she was tugged along. She tripped over the heels of her boots and winced. He could have been a bit more kind in his treatment of her! She pouted as he tugged and she, for a second, fought for her hand back. And I dont think your weak. I think that this mercy shows a strength that so many have ignored in this day and age! She paused and tried to think of what to say next. Thin ice was what she was walking on and it would do her well to tread carefully across it with her words. I am sorry but I do not know of you. My grandma has kept me away from the city for the most part. The witch then looked around and noticed that they were past the one after hours clinic that was pointed out for her. She dug her heels in. Thank the gods that they were thick and did not snap under the pressure. Wait! We need to get medicine for her or a doctor!
Thread: The Burning Times ((Vivid, Battle, and Tyr ))

Vega only sighed loudly when she tripped, and his head tilted to look at her while listening to what she had to say. She was lucky enough he let her live, and now she was being slow and a liability, it was too much for him to keep his cool. She pointed at the clinic, and he rolled his eyes for a moment before walking up to her and sweeping her from the floor. He carried her in his arms, draping her legs over one and resting her head against his chest, simply to make this quick and not have her trip every two seconds. He didnt speak much when he did, and began walking his way towards the building, slowly approaching the clinic with her in his arms. Mercy is not something the strong possesat least thats not what I was taught. If I was strong, you wouldnt be aliveI thought I had killed whatever emotions that remained In my heart a long time agobut you proved this wrong, its why I dont know what to do with you they came closer and closer to the building with each step, Vice letting out another sigh, looking down at her for a moment. His eyes were a little bit kinder than before, trying to ignore the fact that she was a witch for the time being. Well, Moiraenjoy your last few moments of peace, the government doesnt take it easy on your kind. If I hand you to them, my conscious will be clear of all the guilt you sprung into me. His steps quickened a little bit more, until the reached the door to the clinic and he walked in with her, scanning the room as it was infested with diseased, ragged people. It wasnt the friendliest one you can walk into, the city was plagued with violence and pain. Find what you need, and lets go.