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Thread: House Sitting Babysitter (Futa Fanatic & Vashta Nerada)

She had no idea what she was feeling as the emotions and sensation of arousal was new to her. So when the woman pointed it out and assured her how she would adjust, Kim shook her head. The teen didn't want to adjust, nor could she imagine how her shemale aunt could just do this to her with a care in the world about just how taboo this really was. How could her body enjoy something she herself denied wanting, refused to accept let alone understand it? However her thoughts were quickly disturbed when she felt the cock rub against her sli, teasing her more as Cassie opened her slit and allowed her cock to tease it more and more. Her lower mouth drooled, coating the thick tool in her juices. And thought I wasn't lube it worked enough to make things easier on Cassie when she finally decided to give herself to Kim and make the girl embrace the inevitable. The teen cried out hard as she felt the cock slip in, squirming and trying to push her own hips upwards and away from the cock. Even in her attempts her aunt easily outpowered her, only to drive their hips together, pierce through her hymen and bury her cock deep inside. The moment she felt the tearing her eyes widened, tears rolling down as she cried.N-No....I-It hurts..Take it out..She cried, now humiliated by the fact that her aunt defiled her in such a private place. But even so Cassie would find the once virgin girl's cunt now hungrily sucked her in and tightened around her girth, eager to feel the power she truly wanted to unleash upon the teen.
Thread: House Sitting Babysitter (Futa Fanatic & Vashta Nerada)

Cassie groaned again as she felt the tight pussy clenching around her cock and keeping an arm around her niece, she used it to force Kim back down every time the girl attempted to get away which in effect forced the teen to ride her cock. All the while, she thrust her hips up so Kim had to take her cock deeper inside her. Her other hand shifted and began lifting her niece's nightgown until she got a good view in the mirror of the firm young tits. Unless you want more pain, Kim you had better help me remove this nightgown of yours so I can see those lovely tits bounce while I fuck your tight cunt. In order to prove her point, she drew one of the teen's nipples between her thumb and forefinger giving a tight squeeze as she pinched the nipple and drew it out from the girl's body at the same time as she slammed her hips upward hard so her cock bumped Kim's cervix as she got nearly the entire fourteen inches buried inside her for the first time. She was used to her lovers not being able to take most of her cock in because of her length without having cervical penetration or nearly penetrating their cervix and she knew how many had said it hurt like hell. She repeated the same move two more times before she went back to the previous thrusting pattern she had been keeping up so that she was still filling her niece's pussy deeply but not as roughly. Now, take it off or after I've fucked your hot little pussy, you'll get to feel my cock in your tight ass without any preparation. She let her threat hang in the air.
Thread: House Sitting Babysitter (Futa Fanatic & Vashta Nerada)

A cry escaped her each time she was forced down onto the cock, forced to take it all in till the tip kised her cervix. Her breathing grew hasty and raspy, Her breasts straining against the nightgown as she was soon bounced up and down on the rod between her attempt to get away and by Cassie's rough thrusts. She closed her eyes, trhying to ignore her Aunt, to shake away her words. But that proved difficult when her nipples were once more assaulted by pines and tugs, extracting a moaning whine from the girl, the nubs hardening under the shemale's touch. he winced every now and then as her cervix was hit, her body tensing up all the more. The continued assault left her hips still, the girl losing the ability to pull away. Not only that but she couldn't ontinue given how much more the woman pulled her down, forcing that thick cock deep inside her. But the threat now posed to her made the girl obey, only enough to remove the nightgown, letting hre breasts free to move and bounce around.P-Please Auntie..Please...no more...I don't want this...I....I want my Kind Aunt Cassie back..I hate this..She cried, trying to reason with the woman, despite the fact her pussy clamped down even tighter, the teen nearing her first ever orgasm, her juices coating the cock and Cassie's lap.
Thread: House Sitting Babysitter (Futa Fanatic & Vashta Nerada)

When Kim finally obeyed and removed her nightgown, giving Cassie free reign to view the sweet young body in completion, Cassie smiled and made certain she took the nightgown and kept it near. Now, that's my good girl, Kim. She praised her niece as she shifted one of her hands to her niece's pussy where she began teasing the teen's clit. When you listen, you get rewarded for good behavior. She told her niece, watching young tits bounce in the mirror as she continued to thrust up inside her tight teenage niece's cunt. Feeling the young pussy clenching around her cock caused her to groan, My girl, you can claim you don't want this all you want but you are certainly enjoying it. This is just the beginning. Each thrust brought Cassie closer, her balls tightening and her first of many orgasms nearing. She gave the young girl no warning as she released a sound of pure pleasure when the first streams of cum shot into the tight young cunt, warm and thick, the sticky fluid filled her niece and her thrusts slowed until she held her niece still where she remained buried deep inside her. Her heavy breath was against the teens neck as she panted and slowly got her breathing fully under control, Now, Kim. Look in the mirror, you can see you belong to me, can't you? Cassie's cock was still hard, her former lovers had enjoyed the fact that she was capable of remaining hard for hours and even cumming repeatedly before she needed a break. You and I are going to have a great deal more sex while we are alone. Do you see my cum dripping with your own down my cock and onto the couch? Cassie knew there would be at least a small tinge of pink from the blood mixing with their liquids due to her niece's popped cherry but considering that she didn't see a great deal, it showed that her niece wasn't a heavy bleeder which was perfect for her. You won't be wearing clothing the rest of our time together. Her fingers that were on the girl's clit lifted to her lips and she licked the juices from them where her niece could see the reflection. Sweet little Kim. After several moments of remaining still, she intermittently began thrusting up again, but this time it was slow and just meant to torment the girl while she debated how she wanted to take her next. Be a good girl and put your hands behind your back, Kim.
Thread: House Sitting Babysitter (Futa Fanatic & Vashta Nerada)

She turned her head away once her form was revealed to Cassie, refusing to look at herself or at the things that were unfolding inside her. Despite a gasp that escaped her when her clit was teased, the teen bit her lip hard, trying to resist the pleasure that built up inside her, eager to come out again in a second intense orgasm that was approaching. Her hole gripped Cassie like a vice, inviting the shemale to fill her up, happy to accept it and milk her dry. N-No...Please!! Not inside!She cried, her words falling on deaf ears as she felt the torrent of semen flooding into her tight young cunt, her insides tainted by the fluid until the mixture came drooling out of her. She avoided the shemale's gaze, her eyes closed as she listened to the words that fell from Cassie's lips. At this point she wanted no part of this anymore, having been defiled and more by the aunt who had been so kind and loving to her. I don't want to do this anymore Auntie...I want to be left alone..She cried, still unable to move, let alone struggle thanks to her position, and the weak muscles she had as her second orgasm had ripped through her once she had been pumped full of cum. She was helpless and at the mercy of her aunt.
Thread: Classic World of Darkness RP

What about the Seelie and Unseelie court?
Thread: Classic World of Darkness RP

littleiveta said What about the Seelie and Unseelie court? Click to expand... That is Changeling, is it not? I think the OP said Werewolf and Vampire only. I personally wouldn't join a game that also allows Changeling. If it is just vampire and werewolf, you can count me in.
Thread: Classic World of Darkness RP

Count me in.
Thread: {F} Roommates, just roommates

bump.....
Thread: {F} Roommates, just roommates

Bump.....
Thread: {F} Roommates, just roommates

Hi Alice! Color me interested. Tell me more about what you have in mind.
Thread: {F} Roommates, just roommates

Hi Alice, were you looking for just a one-on-one kind of thing, or are maybe a group?
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

Star Wars Honey Trap Turmoil has engulfed the Galactic Republic. Neris Khan, a Master of the Jedi Order, has been found dead in the Undercity of Coruscant. Fearing that his death may have resulted from foul play, Master Valis Korrin has asked his newly-knighted former Padawan to investigate... Quentin Hall's boots clicked loudly on the floor of the half-empty starport. He attracted some attention as he walked, entirely because of the uniform he wore. It was Jedi, of course, but of a design little seen in the past several centuries of the Galactic Republic. Black on black, with a black-and-brass lightsaber depending from the belt next to the pouches and other items of useful gear. Quentin himself, had he been dressed differently, would have attracted minimal attention at best. He seemed to have been designed to blend into a crowd. Tall, but not exceeding six feet in height. Mildly handsome, with a good jawline and hair that was too dark to be called sandy and too light to be called brown. Only his eyes stood out, a pale blue that resembled ice. He whistled to himself as he walked, enjoying the day. Ahead of him was his destination. An Adastra Luxia-VI yacht . His Master, the Guardian Valis Korrin, had asked him to look into the death of Jedi Master Neris Khan. The autopsy had ruled his death natural causes, due to unexpected heart failure. Master VAlis had been skeptical, but had also been uncomfortable with the attention that Master would bring to the case. Examining the forensic results in more detail, traces of cilona and ryll had been found in his blood - details that had not been released generally. Neither had been found in sufficient quantities to produce a lethal reaction, but it was felt it would not do to let it be known that a respected Master indulged in deathsticks or spice. But it as a clue, and Quentin had followed it. Rather than leading deeper into the Undercity, as he had expected, the trail had led up. Up into the spires of Coruscant, where the wealthy and powerful could see the sky and breathe air that wasn't tainted by chemical smog. Up, and through a breathtaking slice of Coruscant aristocracy, through salons and gaming houses, and finally here. An expensive starport and a more expensive yacht. Not, Quentin observed to himself, the sort of thing that I would have expected. Still, as Master Valis taught me, truth is what truth is. Not what we wish it to be. Despite his confident language, he approached the yacht with a feeling of mild anxiety. This was, after all, the very last lead he had to follow. If this yacht offered nothing, he'd have to admit defeat. So, drawing a deep breath and calming his heartbeat, he toggled the call switch at the access door to the docking slip.
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

Everything about the yacht, including the droid, spoke of wealth. Wealth, and a familiarity with the halls of power. And Quentin walked the corridors with the easy arrogance of the young Jedi Knight, righteous and filled with the knowledge that the garb of a Jedi was more noble than the richest garments of kings and presidents, and that the serenity of the Force was beyond all measure of wealth. Still, though, he couldn't help but feel impressed by the artistry of the ship's interior. Understated and elegant, it proclaimed wealth by affecting simplicity. And then the droid led him into the reception room. Whatever he'd expected from 'Mistress Ahkaa' - a Twi'lek name, by the sound of it - she wasn't it. Slender and elegant and beautiful, displaying the same affected simplicity as her ship, Mistress Ahkaa as a vision of beauty in alabaster and pale green. And she clearly knew it, having arranged herself to display her charms in a subtle yet erotic manner. She rose like flowing water, supple and smooth, and her ornaments made a soft chiming music as she walked towards him and the droid. Thank you, De'o, you may leave us. Her accent was of no particular world, and clearly enunciated to Galactic Standard. And, clearly, she'd imbibed in some mild narcotic or stimulant - her eyes, too dialated for the light in the room, made that clear as she looked him over. In response, he bowed, taking her hand and brushing his lips against the skin of her knuckles. The touch of her skin was like lightning, and she tasted of honeyed flowers. Lady Ahkaa, he murmured, rising once more. I am grateful for your time. Would you care for a drink? Tea, perhaps? Tea would be delightful, he smiled. But I don't wish to be a bother. I've... I have been looking forward to meeting you, I must say, she continued, pouring a thin stream of pale lavendar fluid into one of the sugared cocktail glasses. Quentin's ears perked up at that. He'd not reported in any of his findings yet, as reporting a negative wasted time. So... how could she have expected him? As the beverage splashed into the glass, the scent of exotic fruit joined the boquet in the air But I am surprised that you came in uniform. It is your business, of course, but I thought your masters did not approve? The Order, Quentin answered, deciding to temporize and see what he could learn, rarely troubles itself with monitoring the movements of every Jedi in the Republic. A self-depricating shrug. Particularly a new Knight. She sipped her drink as he spoke, and he noticed multicolored crystals of sugar clinging to her ruby lips. As if in response, she gently licked them clean - and either she was trying to attract his attention, or she simply chose to make a sensual production of the action every time. Master Khan had such lovely things to say about you. I am so glad he finally sent you my way. 'Sent you my way...?' Curiouser and curiouser. But, carefully now. Master Khan was a good man, he agreed. And a credit to the Order. Did you know him well?
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

Naadia gestured for him to sit in one of the room's armchairs while she herself sat on the edge of her lounge. Her cocktail was set aside while she opened the lacquer box. Inside were several smaller boxes, each decorated with a gilded design. After another careful considering glance at her guest, Naadia selected one and opened it. The loose tea inside smelled of faintly vanilla and sweet smoke. She scooped the tea into the pot with a small silver spoon and replaced the lid. A single black leaf fell from her spoon, just one, but from the jittering way the spoon tapped the tabletop it was clear that her hand was shaking. Though her polite smile never faltered, waves of dread rolled off the petite courtesan. We have been friends for several years. You said 'was a good man'... The past tense is never a pleasant sign. Naadia did not fidget. She folded her hands in her lap, her nails unpainted perfect ovals. He has not visited in over a week. I do not normally discuss my visitors with clients, privacy is of utmost concern to me, but... Something has happened, hasn't it? Naadia could feel the bottom dropping from her stomach. Neris had been more than just a client, his conversation was pleasant and his wit quick. While she made a point not to become attached to her clientele, she was very fond of Master Khan. After all, he was the one to first suggest she branch out into importing and he was the one that guarded her from prying eyes. Men died. It was a hard truth but Naadia had endured the sudden death of many clients, several lately in fact. But if Master Khan were to die... well, that was just a hard blow. Do you take honey in your tea? She asked, voice steady as she poured the amber liquid into his cup. Her training would not allow any disruption. A lady of her sort must be the perfect hostess, always.
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

He was struggling for control, fighting against the seductive grip of whatever it was that she had put in the tea. And she was close now, close enough for his oddly heightened senses to smell the floral and honey scent she wore, close enough to feel the warmth of her body on his skin. Her voice was music, gently playing the tingling heat in his blood, and she was saying... something. Honey..? he echoed, voice catching as she settled into his lap and caressed his cheek. Master... Nerrin... said...? By the Force, she was making it hard to think. He shifted a little, uncertain if he was trying to shift her off the aching hardness in his loins, or trying to press against her. But either way, he shuddered as pleasure rolled through him. And then her thoughts caressed his, comforting and heavy with a deep, slow lust as she nuzzled into his chest. Forgive... you? he echoed, uncertain if he thought or spoke the words. His fingers gripped the arms of his chair, knuckles whiteding with the strain. He wanted so badly to touch her, to feel the smooth warm satin of her skin and explore the form she so artfully concealed and displayed. But he knew that, if he did, what little resistance he had to the drug would evaporate like the morning dew. Master... Nerrin? he managed, struggling to focus. But... why... me ?
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

Why you? I haven't the slightest clue. He chose you specifically, though. He had a few candidates in the beginning, or so he said. She still spoke soothingly, but a little worm was burrowing through her calm. He was not acting the way she had expected, not one bit. She struggled to maintain the soothing pulse of emotion while running through everything the Master had said about his apprentice. Young-ish check, gifted check, from the prodding in her rump, though she had no clue about his force abilities, corruptible without being overtly malicious well, she'd have to guess there as well., an attractive little thing... She remembered the master saying that phrase specifically. Quentin was attractive, certainly, but little thing didn't fit a man several centimeters over his master's height. Oh, damn. Sweetling, Master Khan did send you, didn't he? Damn, damn and damn again. Naadia let her fingers twine gently through his hair and forced herself to remain composed, but the anxiety was slipping back and making a hard knot between her shoulders. If this was not Master Khan's apprentice... She had just dosed a jedi. An innocent jedi. Somehow she doubted he'd forgive her with just a quick fuck or a fine.
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

No... Quentin said, the word escaping as a little moan as her fingers tangled in his hair. Didn't. Investigating... death. Last lead... here. It was getting to be too much. She was getting to be too much. She was a bonfire on his skin, her scent intoxicating. All he could think of was her, of peeling away the thin silks she wore. Of tasting her, of that perfect body of hers pressed against his as he moved within her, and his hands came away from the aarms of the chair with a shudering gasp. And then he pushed her off his lap. Even as she struck the ground he was rising, fists clenched and eyes closed in concentration. Standing was hard. Not immediately sinking to the ground beside Lady Ahkaa was hard. Staggering, half blind, he lurched away from the chair and crashed into the bulkhead. He clung to it for life as he focused on his breathing, focused on the Force. Within moments, although he could still feel the effects of the drug, he could think clearly once more. You said, he began, voice thick with desire. that... that you thought Master Nerrin... sent me. Why? And... why would he... have sent someone... to be drugged? He didn't look at her, not yet. He wasn't sure his newly regained control would survive that.
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

Naadia hit the floor with a graceless 'thump'. At least the thick rug provided a little cushion. Very little. She watched in numb horror as he staggered to the wall, fighting the effects as best he could. She fumbled mentally for a suitable lie, something that could satisfy him while leaving her innocent. Though she did have a few ideas, she decided that honesty would be best. It wasn't like merakuya was illegal or anything, and this was just a misunderstanding... Hopefully he saw it that way. Master Nerrin has been visiting for years, but over the last year he's only wanted to experiment with merakuya honey. It's expensive and very rare, so he had me procure it for him. The truth, though she omitted her importing adventures. He thought that it effected jedi more strongly than anyone else, and right now I agree. That spoonful I gave you shouldn't have been stronger than a few cocktails. He said two weeks ago that he had found an apprentice to help. A young jedi knight. He was sending them to me, to test some stupid theory. I... Don't get many jedi clients. When you came, claiming to know him... I thought that you were the one. She pulled herself up carefully and walked slowly close to him. Tentatively, Naadia touched his arm and attempted to lead him back to his chair. This was bad. Damage control was her first priority, but she couldn't help be fascinated by his reactions. Sit down again, please. I wouldn't want you to fall. Would you like some water? The effects can last for an hour or more sometimes, but I don't think it will be so bad. She smiled weakly as a thought occurred to her. I suppose if you are not Knight Sunfell, I don't know your name. What should I call you?
Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

Naadia glanced at the low table, her eyes landing first on the rimmed cocktail glass before shifting to the empty teacup. The glass was rimmed with honey dust, her own little indulgence. It was perfectly harmless, but given how he was struggling... She chose the teacup. A carafe of clean water waited on a side table across the room. Her hips moved invitingly as she walked away from Quentin, the drape of her dress left her back bare to the curve of her ass. Not that leaving so much skin naked made much of a difference. Naadia's dress was so close to sheer that it took pathetically little imagination to 'fill in the blanks'. Somehow it strengthens your connection to the Force. He was probably correct, she mused while filling the teacup. The carafe she carried back as well. A single teacup wasn't much water. That makes sense. Nerrin kept saying that it would 'Shake the council from their cushions' if his ideas were correct. He said it would re-energize the order, or something silly like that. Here you are. She offered him the cup with a polite smile. Sunfell is the only name Nerrin ever gave me for his apprentice. It's entirely possible that I have the name wrong, he only mentioned it once. Do you know him? Out of habit, Naadia perched on the armrest of his chair rather than return to her own seat. Her long legs crossed daintily she waited with the water to refill his cup, looking very much like some slaver's fantasy woman.