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Thread: At the Mercy of the Beast (SuperSrs/MajorMario)

The blonde woman let out a shriek of terror when Gwen struck near her. The tentacles holding her arms, more accurately her wrists as if she were hanging encased in shackles, were swiftly taken care of. It was like swiping an enchanted greatsword through thin vines child's play. This couldn't be said for the second group of constricting tendrils. Made of sturdier stuff, the tentacles holding the woman hostage by her legs would take a few whacks before falling apart. There was some futile resistance, but for Gwen she would have fought mad cows with more vigour than what these boneless limbs had to show. In due time the busty captive was freed, and she seemed ever so grateful. Thank you, thank you! I was so worried... Well yes, being caught up between two tentacle pods like a stuck pig about to be put on the flame would worry anybody. The victorious atmosphere and the woman's pitiful, grateful expression would soon fade as the sounds of churning waters and coiling tentacles echoed throughout the chamber. ...Worried that no-one would fall for this. But you proved me wrong. Sweet, innocent blue eyes shifted to a menacing red color as the woman's fearful frown turned into an impish grin. With how close she was to Gwen, complete with full breasts shoved tight against the knight's chest, the woman would reach out and grapple Gwen's sword arm with a surprisingly strong and dexterous hand of her own. The way the woman's limbs bent was disturbingly unnatural, yet as of the moment only three were in play- two arms and one leg that pulsated before deforming into cream-colored tentacles, and even then, that fetching color was soon to dissolve into a sickly green just the same as the tentacles that had held this 'woman' before. Even more damning, the 'woman's' other leg wasn't a leg at all merely a disguised tentacle to keep the body attached to the pod beneath. You don't have me, the deforming woman giggled. Though many of her features dissolved into writhing tendrils upon Gwen's body, the head and torso and all the features that laid upon those parts remained mostly unchanged. No, I have you, knight. The knight was in a bad spot. Even if she managed to get her sword arm freed, there was no telling what effect her weapon would have on this monster. Gwen could try thrashing about, but even that seemed like a horrible idea if she somehow lost her footing. In the corner of her eye she would be able to see other tentacles churning through the water like aquatic snakes skimming in for the kill.
Thread: Mx Female Looking for a Long-term RP Partner (Detailed Preferably)

Bumpety bump bump.
Thread: Mx Female Looking for a Long-term RP Partner (Detailed Preferably)

Bumpage.
Thread: Mx Female Looking for a Long-term RP Partner (Detailed Preferably)

Bumped.
Thread: Mx Female Looking for a Long-term RP Partner (Detailed Preferably)

Bumperino.
Thread: Recruting for Pathfinder campaign, homebrew setting/races

Currently we have two interested players for this. I also took one of the two scenarios off the board--I've moved that to another site.
Thread: Recruting for Pathfinder campaign, homebrew setting/races

May I play? Maybe even a lizard man? Or girl...
Thread: Recruting for Pathfinder campaign, homebrew setting/races

Absolutely! Lizard folk of all genders are quite welcome here
Thread: Recruting for Pathfinder campaign, homebrew setting/races

Hey there! I'm the other interested person, thinking of submitting a goblin bard of some sort.
Thread: Recruting for Pathfinder campaign, homebrew setting/races

I had expressed interest in this as well. I will be a female, human anti-paladin. I think that Aquarian and I were the originally referenced interested players.
Thread: Recruting for Pathfinder campaign, homebrew setting/races

Yep, that's right. And with Tenshi we're up to a party of three, I'd reall like to try for at least four.
Thread: Recruting for Pathfinder campaign, homebrew setting/races

Also, now that I've had a chance to refresh my memory on how antipaladins work in pathfinder, I feel like the code of conduct for that class is going to be as hard to work around as the standard paladin--if not more so. An antipaladin has to spread tyranny and inflict cruelty at every opportunity, which is rarely conducive to business. Like I said, this is intended to be a game about professionals, who can at least usually be counted on to hold up their end of a contract.
Thread: Recruting for Pathfinder campaign, homebrew setting/races

Im new here, super new. Can I claim the 4th spot?
Thread: Recruting for Pathfinder campaign, homebrew setting/races

To be honest, in the weeks since I last posted in this thread, I've gotten pretty overwhelmed... a couple of other RPs I'm in that I thought were finished have revived, and I don't think I have the time or energy to run this right now while also keeping up with my other games. Sorry. That said the world settingcustom races are open for use, if anyone else wants to try their hand with it. Or with a different concept. I'm just not up to it at the moment.
Thread: Slaves of the Illithid (Morathor and Kaybee)

The rogue might have been invisible to the eye, but her mind shone like a little star, bright and shining in the psychic landscape of the caves. Few creatures interacted with the mind directly like he did. Mortals needed magic as an intermediary to perform such tasks, and while many of them could do so effectively on the attack, few could defend their minds so well when he could not be 'counterspelled' like them. The orcs had been easy prey, capable and cunning, but ultimately simple in mind. He'd twisted them en-masse, turning an entire horde into his personal army. With them, he'd held this little corner of the underdark as his kingdom for decades, feeding on the minds of the tribe to slowly increase his power. By now, they were little more than puppets, vicious and capable, but animated by little besides his will, only the barest scraps of intelligence remaining in their skulls. It had been a long time since anyone had passed them. Three minds crept at the edge of his perception while one slowly stalked towards him. They were strong, quick and intelligent, a veritable feast for him dancing just out of his reach, but then there was the fourth, creeping towards him, thinking herself unnoticed. Idly he laid touches to her mind, feeling for the edge of her instinctive defenses. She was strong like the rest, and confident too. For a moment he considered redirecting another group of puppet orcs to grab her, but she was still high in his lair, and her allies were not far. No... He would wait, and she would come to him. He couldn't break her from here, but with every step she took, the more of his power he could bring to bear upon her, whispering little suggestions into her ears, directing her deeper... Deeper, down towards him. And with her, he could take the others too...
Thread: Slaves of the Illithid (Morathor and Kaybee)

Fiera crept deeper into the mines, past the point where they could even be called mines. These were just tunnels, now--naturally occuring, for the most part, though even in the dark, Fiera could pick out some scrapes in the stone where tools had been used to widen the passageways or clear out loose rock, decades prior. Fiera couldn't be sure how much of her ancestry was elven, having never known her parents or any biological relative, for that matter but it was enough, apparently, for her to have keen ears and sharp eyes far superior to a pure-blooded human's. She could hear the distant stomp of orc feet, echoing down the tunnels, could evade their patrols long before they came her direction. It was too easy. It wasn't enough to challenge her avoiding the orcs while scouring the featureless mine for details didn't hold nearly enough of her attention, which gave her mind plenty of leeway to dredge up everything she didn't want to think about--an extensive list. Her numerous failings, both recent and distant, and always circling around the one that had ruined her. It had been scarcely more than a year since it had happened, and that moment had replayed in her head a thousand times. She would watch herself stand dazed over her target as he bled out, instead of escaping the scene like you were supposed to, what are you doing stop staring and go! She tried to push the thoughts out of her mind, but they just kept welling up. Part of her wanted to move towards the orc patrols, close enough to observe them directly there would be more to see than these featureless walls, more risk to calculate, it would require more attention to detail. That might distract her from the pit that was knotting in her stomach. But, she was obeying Elyssa's edict. To be careful, to stay safe. She was obeying another edict as well, although she still did not realize it. A force that was guiding her deeper into the tunnels, down a very specific path, growing stronger with each turn she made, every step she took. A power that guided her subtly to its source.
Thread: Slaves of the Illithid (Morathor and Kaybee)

The deeper she went, the closer she came, the more of her mind was opened before him. Broken, Battered, someone had already made a puppet out of this girl once, only to throw her away after a trivial failure... More fool he then, to squander such a wonderful toy... Privately, the Illithid resolved to make better use of this girl than her old master had. He began to press on other parts of her mind, searching deeper into her memories and thoughts. He couldn't break her at a distance, not like the savage greenskins, even as broken as she was, but he could distract her, weaken her piece by piece until her mind was defenseless before him, only, he couldn't tip his hand until she was too deep in to run for cover. Silently, he encouraged the urges to get closer, to tread at the very edges of the orcs senses. They already knew where she was, linked to him as they were, but he saw no reason to have them react. Instead, he pushed on her desires, filling her head with lust in a slow and steady drip. Glancing at the orcs would see him sending her images of them discovering her, pushing her down and having their way with her. Looking away at the smooth walls would only bring even stranger imagery, sinuous limbs reaching from the shadows, slimes that could slither inside her and hollow her out, leaving her cumming even as she was utterly destroyed and replaced. Dozens of endings, as final as they were orgasmic, danced through her mind ,no matter where she looked, but through it all, he still pressed her onwards. She was close, in a handful of turns, she would arrive in his throne room, and once there, she would be his.
Thread: Slaves of the Illithid (Morathor and Kaybee)

The misery coiling in Fiera's stomach--and the power coiling in her mind--made her bold. Bold, but not reckless. She crept closer to the orcs than she'd dared before, she hoped close enough to learn something new of them. But she took care not to be spotted, or heard. She wasn't much of a fighter, not like the others. She wasn't much good against anything that fought back. Any one of these orcs could take her in a fair fight, and it would only take three or four to suround her, keep her from slipping away. And then... It wasn't uncommon, for various terrible scenarios to play through Fiera's thoughts. The worst of them centered around what might happen to Elyssa and the others, if she let them down. When her mind turned to her own fate, it was never death--that didn't scare her. It was always pain, torture, helplessness. But this was new to her. She could picture it, feel it, the orcs pinning her, prying her legs apart, shredding her clothes, forcing their way inside her. It hurt, of course it hurt, but it also felt... good, somehow. Fiera knew nothing of such pleasure. She knew something of sex, in the broadest strokes knew the basic anatomy, knew that it could be a useful tool for a spy. But not for Fiera she was too defective to make proper small talk, let alone seduce somebody. And when her trainers realized that, they resolved not to waste any more time on the subject of sex or desire. Desire still came, of course, as she got older. Another selfish want, rising unbidden from the depths of her mind, distracting her from her purpose. And like all other distractions, it was to be ignored until it passed--shoved out of her mind, not relieved, not indulged in, not even in fantasy. That was all she knew to do with such feelings, so that was what she did now. Maybe if she hadn't, maybe if she had ever had any other way to deal with such urges, she would have realized that these visions--and there were so many now, no longer just of orcs but of all manner of horrors that might be lurking in the caverns--could not have come from her own mind. How could she so vividly imagine sensations she'd never felt, never come close to feeling? If she had thought on this, she might have realized something was wrong. Instead she tried harder to concentrate on the task in front of her. That was all she could do double down and try harder, to focus, to ward off the distractions and weather the overload on her senses. Eventually, though, she would reach her limit and ruin everything, just as she always did. Fiera slipped away from the orcs, no longer trusting herself to notice if they came closer or made an unexpected move that she would have to react to. Not entirely trusting herself to run even if she had the chance. She crept through the shadows, breathing ragged and uneven, thighs damp with desire that was beginning to soak through her trousers. She could scarcely remember where she was going at this point, or why, but she knew she had to press on... Last edited Aug 29, 2018
Thread: Slaves of the Illithid (Morathor and Kaybee)

No more orcs around the corner, no more distractions from the images in her head. He'd made sure the last few corridors were clear of obstacles. When Fiera entered his vision she was bound in an instant. It was a loose touch, a telekinetic field wrapping around her limbs lightly as the psychic pressure in her mind pushed her towards him. He stood, uncovered and physically undefended, his cock beginning to stir and his tentacles shifting slightly as their eyes met. Then, he began to question. Her mind was weak, but if he were to brute force his way in that weakness could leave her shattered, and he had no interest in another broken puppet, not yet anyways. Three more lights still danced at the periphery of his mindscape, brilliant minds with blazing souls that he so badly wished to claim and devour. The one before him now could be most helpful for that... The images pressed in on Fiera again, scenes of domination, of rape, laying claim to her body by force. Sometimes it was him, sometimes orcs, sometimes other, darker, viler things that slithered from the shadows. He made her feel them, made her enjoy them, and all the while he held her back from climax. He stepped forwards as he worked now too, approaching her, giving a tender push to the back of her knees to make her kneel for him as her mind was enwrapped in layers of illusion, making her question the reality of her senses even as he guided his half-hard shaft to her lips and bade her get to work. Was it just another illusion where she did so? Or was it truly happening? It feels good right? It feels so good... So just let me in, and all this and more could be yours... Last edited Sep 9, 2018
Thread: Slaves of the Illithid (Morathor and Kaybee)

For a fragile and brittle mind, there was a surprising strength, a single-minded will to resist that allowed her to draw a dagger before he finally forced those last vestiges of opposition out of her mind. With the orcs it had been purest simplicity, a wave of his hand had seen their eyes glazing over and their minds falling under his sway, but her alone, a little broken bird, why... Even now, surrounded by phantoms and kneeling beneath him, some desperate part of her still resisted his power, still held to her fractured sense of self. Lick it... He commanded silently, his arms staying by his sides as he manipulated her body with his mind, pressuring her psyche even as he forced compliance from her physical form. There was no escape any more, not here at the very heart of his power. Take it into your mouth. Psychic caresses brushed against Fiera's womanhood even as more images assaulted her mind. Before they had been a jumble, a tangle of scenes with only the element of her body being conquered to unite them. Now they shared another element in common, Him. Sometimes he watched from afar, other times he commanded up close, sometimes he even participated. In one scene she bounced between two massive orc shafts, writhing as they pounded her in the purest ecstasy. In another he claimed her from behind, his tentacles wrapping around her neck as his monstrous manhood pistoned in and out. In the real world, telekinetic force grasped the back of her head and forced her deeper, pushing her to take him into her throat. He hadn't even moved an inch as he violated her mind, forcing her to ravage herself on his cock, pressing down upon her with every second that passed. Good right? It feels good. Hopeless to resist. Hopeless to fight back. No point. Just give in. Feeding her thoughts of submission, of surrender. You'll break if you hold on too long, he won't stop, so just give in, better to serve willingly than to be made a drooling puppet. She was fucking her own throat at his command before finally he pushed her back, letting her take a breath as he slowly sat down, folding his legs under him as his cock jutted up. Ride him. Fuck him. Cum for him. Give him your mind, your body, your everything..
Thread: Slaves of the Illithid (Morathor and Kaybee)

It was an inevitable outcome, but all the same, he felt approval as her resistance finally folded. No last dramatic gesture of defiance, no final hopeless bid for freedom, just a quiet collapse into total submission as she peeled away her undergarments and mounted him. He allowed her clumsiness as she ground against the tip of his shaft, the tight entrance slipping against the bulbous head of his cock until finally she managed to brace herself and sink down, her walls parting around him as far as she could go. He allowed that too, let her hang there for a moment as the guttural moan faded into the darkness before he had enough. You wish for more. He was inside her mind now, ice cold fingers of his mental touch teasing their way through her thoughts. You wish to please me. If she could take him all, it would be for him, not for her own pleasure. You want to let me in. Into her womanhood, into her womb, into her mind. Slowly, his tentacles reached out, caressing her cheeks, twining over her face. One slipped into her mouth in an inhuman mockery of a kiss when it twined around her tongue while two others curled around her ears, their tips twining inwards until they slowly pushed in, a tingling touch directly against her brain. With so much access he could rewrite her entirely if he wished, turn her into anything he desired, but for the sake of gaining her companions he could not afford to make any obvious changes just yet. He teased his way over the gray matter, seeking out the triggers for arousal and endorphins, for pleasure and reward. While it was no effort to push lust into her mind, he had seen her recognition of its foreign state, and sought in turn to rectify that issue by triggering arousal from within. Meanwhile, the other trigger was primed to dispense rewards, to grant true satisfaction for her service. He triggered it as she drove herself downwards, washing out the pain of lost virginity with the pleasure of having done as he commanded. Ride me. His tentacles squirmed, his thoughts infiltrated hers, and as she began to bounce on his cock, he layered control upon control, steadily subsuming her, making her wholly and willingly his in every single way. You want to live for me. You want to die for me. You want to serve me with all that you are, have been, and will be.
Thread: Slaves of the Illithid (Morathor and Kaybee)

The muscles of her neck went limp and Fiera's head lolled back as the illithid's tendrils descended on her, caressing her sweat-slick skin. A sharp, Hahn, burst from her lips as his tentacle coiled around her tongue, and she shivered as the tendrils toyed with the folds of her ears, shuddered when they plunged in. Rewriting her mind was perhaps even easier than he had anticipated. She had exhausted the last of her resistance, so there was nothing left to hold back the carnal desires she had been repressing since puberty. A nudge, and the floodgates were opened. Then there was her need to please, which was rooted far more deeply, and just as unfulfilled. Fiera had always obeyed the spymaster to the best of her ability, but her ability had never been enough. Even when she succeeded in her objectives, he had never praised her--that served no purpose. Instead his debriefings were instructive, focused on what she could have done better never once had he been without comment. Never once had he been satisfied, and so, neither had Fiera. Not until now. As she drove her hips downward and took more of the monster's cock inside her, she felt fulfilled in a way she had never been before. It made the sharp pain of her hymen tearing, and the bruising ache of her tight, inexperienced passage stretching to accommodate the thick intrusion, bearable. She could tolerat pain, if she had to, and right now she had to. She had to obey, had to serve him, please him. She had to, she wanted to. Wanted to be used, wanted to be useful again. And this being could use her, in ways the spymaster couldn't and Elyssa wouldn't. She rocked herself up and down on his cock, each pump pushing a pained cry from her throat. Before long, though, they gave way to moans, as her body grew more used to the size and the roughness. She was still terribly small, and her passage clung tightly to his shaft, but the pain sank beneath the growing tide of pleasure, of ten years worth of frustration and self-denial set free. Last edited Sep 9, 2018