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Thread: Stranded: Lost on a Pokemon Island (Ren Olvry & Wingshadow)

Rather than growing bored, however, the pokemon went further instead, gently nibbling on the sensitive skin of her neck while his claws continued to stimulate her sensitive breasts. The touches were crude but insistent, the tips brushing over the fabric of her bra ever so gently, the tips of his claws pressing against the soft mounds in an oddly comforting manner. She didn't want to anger him by outright refusing his approaches, but there had to be some way she could indicate her discomfort, right? Manami bit her lower lip, trying not to make any audible confirmation that she enjoyed his attention. Her body reacted to the gentle touches and caresses despite the species barrier between them, her cheeks growing warm and flushed with embarrassment when she realized this. She took half a step back, making an effort to escape the sensations he gave her only to loose her footing and fall onto her rear. She propped herself up with her arms, his large body in front of her as she found herself in an even more compromised position than before.
Thread: Stranded: Lost on a Pokemon Island (Ren Olvry & Wingshadow)

The Scolipede blinked in surprise as the girl began to move back, retreating just an inch or two back from where he just was himself, just in case of... well, he didn't know what. Regardless, he was just as surprised when she suddenly fell back, unable to react anywhere near quick enough to be able to catch her in the meantime. Or maybe he just didn't quite want to at the moment between his other intentions... it was hard to say, really. 'Twas a whole lot easier to say that he was becoming increasingly aware that certain things were in the way of what he really wanted, and he was going to need to be rid of them if he was to get it. Taking that into some personal consideration, the Scolipede approached the girl on her place now seated on the ground. Leaning his head down, he wasted little time in snapping through the front strap of the bra with a quick bite. One of his front legs meanwhile made short work of tearing mostly off the girl's panties, failing any real knowledge or consideration that humans didn't usually remove their garments by ruining them. With those tasks taken care of, he moved his head back up to the girl's neck near her shoulder, resuming nibbling gently at it as he positioned himself so two of those small claws each could rub into those curious, pliable mounds on her chest. Past that, there was just his mind trying to figure out how this would work given his size compared to her, and where his length resided between his hind legs. This was going to be... a bit tricky, but he was certain he could pull it off. He just had to try and make her favorably compliant first.
Thread: Stranded: Lost on a Pokemon Island (Ren Olvry & Wingshadow)

Manami closed her eyes tightly when the Scolipede bent down, her heart fluttering in a sudden panic. Snip He simply cut away her bra, however, exposing her nice round orbs each tipped with semi-hard buds to his full view. She breathed deeply as she slowly opened her eyes again upon feeling him resuming his nibbling on her neck. he was being surprisingly gentle with her, as she had expected his inhibitions might simply give way at some point. She drew in a sharp breath when he cut away her panties, however, her legs instantly clamping together so as to prevent him from gaining immediate access to her slightly damp sex. As he resumed massaging her breasts with his short claws, Manami also began to consider how exactly this would work out. The female sex could accommodate even reasonably large members without trouble, but surely even a small Scolipede dick was larger than a human's. His continued ministrations combined with her own nervousness caused her body temperature to continue to rise while soft sighs escaped her despite her best efforts to stifle them.
Thread: Stranded: Lost on a Pokemon Island (Ren Olvry & Wingshadow)

Given those sounds the girl was starting to make, and the pleasant scent he was starting to pick up on, the Scolipede could only imagine that the girl was, in fact, enjoying his actions. All the better if he could have her enjoy this, after all if he could avoid this being just a one-time thing, or something he merely forced on her and by extension probably wouldn't be able to expect much from her in, then all of this was most assuredly worth the effort he'd gone through for it. Granted, even thinking that, he still needed more right now, but... soon, hopefully. Considering still how he might possibly manage it, he began to shift himself a little as his length continued to grow between his rear legs. He wasn't going to manage it easily with her like this , and he couldn't reliably mount her without risking harming her thanks to his weight that he'd have a hard time keeping off her... other options, then. To that end, he shifted himself a little closer still. Carefully reaching his front legs to grip her around her rear, and his foreclaws for some degree of grip along her sides, he did his best to lift her up just as carefully as he in turn lifted himself up, shifting himself onto his back, at least where his two sets of legs were concerned, and placing her to a seat upon him. Moving to sate another curiosity afterward, he leaned forward to nibble and slightly tug at one of the hardened nubs atop the girl's breast, something his foreclaws hadn't quite been able to reach, even as he tried to shift her back a little with his front legs, further and further toward his still growing member.
Thread: Stranded: Lost on a Pokemon Island (Ren Olvry & Wingshadow)

When the Scolipede reached around her, grasping her during the transition of her position, she held onto him as well with her arms, more than a little nervous as to his intentions. His strong claws held her tightly against himself, albeit not to a painful degree as he clutched his intended mate during the switch of positions, until she found herself sitting atop him while he laid comfortably on his back. She let out another sigh of relief, glad that he had been careful not to crush her in the process. her relief was short-lived, however, as he soon leaned in and captured her sensitive nipple between his teeth, drawing a series of heated moans from the young woman. The gentle pulling and twisting felt nice, she had to admit even to herself, as the pokemon played with her body. As his member continued to slowly grow, getting closer to full size with each moment that passed, Manami felt herself being eased backward, the flexibility of his body allowing him to remain clasped over her sensitive bud all the while. Her back arched out toward his mouth slightly, indicating her enjoyment of his actions while remaining temporarily unaware of how close she was getting to his hardening member.
Thread: Stranded: Lost on a Pokemon Island (Ren Olvry & Wingshadow)

If he was only somewhat certain before of how the girl felt about all this, now the Scolipede was definitely certain from those distinctive sounds she was making that she was enjoying it. Especially as she arched further toward him, he was even more certain of it. Thus his eyes somewhat lidded as he began to lose himself to his own desires. His front legs shifted a little more as they continued to ease the girl back along him, moving down to around her knees while his back legs, now in range, gently grasped her hips. At least, they did for the first moment or two, before they began to slide further inward. She was damp down there , he could soon feel as they reached up to between the girl's own legs. He had to make sure she was ready enough, and more so willing it wasn't going to be easy to lift her onto his length like this, and he rather preferred she be able to go at her own pace so he didn't risk hurting her. To that end, he moved his head over, leaving one of those nubs only to move in on the other. The nibbles and little tugs he granted that one were a little rougher than before still not enough to actually hurt, but he couldn't quite help that he was getting rather eager . His back feet, meanwhile, reached in further between the girl's legs, prodding lightly at the damp slit between them before starting to slowly rub into the sides, occasionally parting those lower lips a little. It wouldn't be long before the girl would feel his hardened member behind her, the Scolipede glancing up to give her a slightly pleading look once he felt her against it.
Thread: Stranded: Lost on a Pokemon Island (Ren Olvry & Wingshadow)

His legs carefully slid her back, the pair holding her in place passing her from one set to another while drawing her ever closer to the intended goal. She could feel the tips of his clawed legs prod at her between her own legs, testing her dampness. It certainly had not taken him very long to find her sex. By then she had become receptive to his touches, the gentle strokes along the length of her slit causing her hips to slide back toward the caresses, her body seeking more of the direct stimulation offered to her. He switched from the hardened bud atop her left breast to that of her right, his mouth clasping onto her and pulling and tugging with building need. She could see the desire in his half-closed eyes and the need in his insistent stroking and prodding at her dampening womanhood. He wanted to mate with her, to lay claim to her as his own. She had not fully accepted the idea yet, but she realized that resisting at this point would only go badly for her as the Scolipede wouldn't allow his desired mate to simply slide away. He wanted her, needed her, a fact further evidenced by the sensation of something poking at her from behind. Without even looking back she knew what it was. He had brought her close enough to feel the tip of his hardened member, and even from that she could tell he was pretty large. He'd have to work at getting himself inside her, no doubt, but she slightly lifted her hips in order to make it a bit easier for him, her damp sex glistening in the dim cave's interior.
Thread: Stranded: Lost on a Pokemon Island (Ren Olvry & Wingshadow)

The Scolipede paused his ministrations in surprise and curiosity as the girl moved herself up a little. Most of all, he wanted to make sure that she didn't try and get away though, with how much she seemed to be enjoying his touches, would she really do that? And indeed, it appeared as though she wasn't, in fact, moving away merely helping him a little. He could certainly work with that, and more to the point, would . He still wasn't quite sure how this would work, but given the dampness he felt between her legs, he'd little doubt that she was starting to need this just as he was. So he shifted those back feet back over to her hips, guiding the girl up and back a little more to start to line up with his member. Continuing his actions at one of her nipples in the meantime, nibbling and tugging at it in his mouth and occasionally offering the same sort of attention to some of the area around it, he shuddered slightly as he, soon enough, felt his tip lightly prodding at the girl's slit. How much he'd love to just bury himself, but that wouldn't do he doubted she was big enough to handle something like that very easily. Instead, he was more careful in his actions, despite his rampant desire, pushing his hind end up a little even as he started to lower her to begin pushing himself into her, merely an inch or so for now with slight, easy thrusts from him working to spread her a bit more for him, to steadily work more of himself into her in his desire to mate and even breed.
Thread: Stranded: Lost on a Pokemon Island (Ren Olvry & Wingshadow)

The Scolipede used his legs to position her body in line with his thick member, her warm, damp sex directly in front of his tip. She closed her eyes, fully aware of what would soon follow, and he certainly did not disappoint her expectations. He eased himself forward while drawing her toward himself as well as he pushed himself inside. Just the tip entered her, but even so her inner walls stretched over his rigid girth, somehow managing to accommodate the first inch or so into her damp inner folds. It was an odd sensation, but not entirely unpleasant especially since he maintained his stimulation of her breasts at the same time to help put her at ease and prevent her from tensing up which would only make penetrating her that much more difficult. He began to make gentle thrusts up into her, causing her body to slide back and forth slightly atop him. She propped up her upper body with her hands pressed against his chest while his mouth remained clasped over her breast, easing her hips back slightly to help him work his way deeper into her body as the sensation of his member across her inner walls began to feel somewhat pleasant despite the discomfort she felt from the unfamiliar sensation of being stuffed with something far larger than had ever entered her before.
Thread: Stranded: Lost on a Pokemon Island (Ren Olvry & Wingshadow)

Once again the large bug's body shuddered slightly as he pushed himself carefully into the girl's tight depths. His body even seemed to warm up a little as he did, his nibbling and tugging further along now both of the girl's nipples and breasts on the whole seeming to become slower and more deliberate as he worked to make this just as easy and enjoyable for her as it undoubtedly was for him. His prize, of a sort, for offering her aid after she washed up... and a venture that was turning out more than worth it after how long he'd just been alone. Still, even he couldn't keep himself from getting a bit more insistent as time went on. As steadily more and more of himself penetrated her, he moved his back feet from her hips, instead starting to rub them slowly up and down her thighs, spreading her legs for him a bit more in the process to make everything still easier. His little thrusts, as well, started to come quicker and deeper, pushing more of his somewhat oddly-shaped, almost ridged length into the female he'd chosen to claim. Further and further he pushed in, lowering her further onto him all the while, barely able to wait until he could hit his full length and properly breed with her.
Thread: Stranded: Lost on a Pokemon Island (Ren Olvry & Wingshadow)

The Scolipede's insistent tugs and nibbles slowed into more slow, sensual ministrations on her breasts, the sensations mixing with the gradually building pleasure from his backward and forward motions along her slick inner walls. A slight shiver ran down her spine and her walls gently tightened then loosened around him, caressing his length as he penetrated her. Although he fit snugly inside her so far, it became more and more difficult for her to take more of him inside with each inch that intruded into her. He parted her legs further with gentle strokes up and down her lush thighs, opening her up to him more as he worked to push all of himself into her and have a clear shot of her hopefully fertile womb. Manami didn't know if humans could even get impregnated by pokemon, as she had never heard of such a thing happening before, but the Scolipedge certainly desired such an outcome if his insistence was any clue as to his intentions.
Thread: Under a Crimson Sky (Emperor_Nero and Frogger)

Nero Arcavian knelt on one of the rooftops overseeing the Duomo and the surrounding square, watching silently, eyes seeking out the student that was being sent to him from Roma. His dark hair was tied loosely back in a ponytail, concealed within the peaked crimson hood, matching the cloak that symbolized his rights and responsibilities as Master Assassin in this region. A few strands had fallen loose to dangle in front of his pale face, his dark eyes watching calmly. The red cloak camouflaged surprisingly well with the orange shingles of the buildings. Nero had served the Brotherhood for the last ten years, since he was fifteen. Now twenty-five, he was an instrumental player in keeping the Templars from grasping hold of Firenze and the resources she possessed. Careful, surgical assassinations, destruction of certain warehouses, surveillance of communications with government officials. This city was the birthplace of Ezio Auditore, leader of the Brotherhood, and it would forever stay out of the hands of the Templars, as long as Nero still drew breath. There. The black cloak and hood, face upturned and watching the crowd. In an instant, he scaled his way down the building, lithe muscles flexing and straining, melding into the crowd and slowly making his way over to her. He stepped into the space beside her without her noticing before turning to her and lightly taking her arm, walking her calmly to a stone bench where their backs would be against a wall. He waited for the feeling of her resisting his guidance, then giving in. Any one who might be posing as his student wouldn't give in, would be tense and would react violently. But she should know the color he was wearing, and what it would mean. Annia Galeria Aurelia Faustina. he said softly, his voice a blend of many accents, Italian, French, British, some Middle Eastern even. I am Master Assassin Arcavian of Firenze. Before I take you to the stronghold, I need to confirm that you are who you say you are. Show me your mark. He said, his voice quiet but mildly threatening. The mark was the scar of a burned finger that any Assassin carried. No one outside of their close Brotherhood knew about the marks.
Thread: Under a Crimson Sky (Emperor_Nero and Frogger)

Surprise gave way to anger soon enough, while usually fear or something on equal footing would replace the first initial reaction of being manhandled by a complete stranger. Annia did not cease resisting, not until they reached a stone bench...and not even then. It was tempting to bring out her weapon, to make the man unhand her...however, the crimson hood was a clear indicator as to who this man was...though that was no excuse for his behavior. Unhand me at once! the girl hissed under her breath, as to not draw attention onto themselves. The words were delivered in a thick, sultry accent, the voice very much like music... if it was not for the anger simmering underneath. Dark brown eyes glittered from within the cloak's shadowy grip. Nothing else could be said about Annia's features, however much could be said in general. At nineteen, the girl was not like other girls, having plentiful curves and all the qualities a man finds...well, attractive in a woman. Instead, Annia is slender, from head to toe. Arm jerking out of his grasp, she glared at him outright, not fazed in the least by his position... or hers. A pleasure to meet you, Master Assassin Arcavian of Firenze. You already know my name, and so I will not introduce myself, as is custom. Annia brought her cloak about her, hiding what could be seen...and what couldnt. It was unnerving, being amongst so many other people...being in their line of view, even if she is concealed underneath the familiar weight. The threat lurking within the mans words did not faze the girl in the slightest, for shes heard many threats in the past none of which had scared her. Here is my mark After another quick glance about, making sure no one was watching...she lifted her right hand, extending a finger. Of course the Master Assassin Arcavian of Firenze had to take such precautions, but honestly...it was quite frustrating, having to prove herself over and over again...especially seeing as how she was taken under the great Ezios wing, and introduced to the Brotherhood through him. The mark was the scar of a burned finger...which so happened to be Annia's index finger. Luckily the scar wasn't too noticeable, otherwise it would bring countless questions from anyone and everyone she encounters. Now that you have proof that I am who I claim...what are your plans for what comes next? Her dark brown eyes narrow and intent on what little she could see of his face, she shifted back until there was a reasonable amount of distance between them, hands folded in her lap.
Thread: Under a Crimson Sky (Emperor_Nero and Frogger)

Nero only smirked slightly at the angry tone of her voice. Hmm. Anger. Passion. Impulsive. he muttered softly, guaging who she was by her intial reactions. Yet still cautious, interesting. he mused softly as she produced her mark. I'm glad to see you are who you say you are. I'll require no more proof from you now. Should I ever need to verify that you are not being replaced by an imposter, I shall ask you for a word. Your word is raven, for that is what you remind me of. he said simply. It's not often I'll need you to prove yourself to me, but... Remember your word, and tell it to no one. he instructed, and then smiled at her slightly, all but that crooked, self-assured smirk hidden by the cowl of his cloak. My plans? Well, we must give you rooms at the Casa di Ombre . Then we'll see how you are with various weapons. he said. So, try to keep up. He said with a small laugh, and suddenly darted away, much faster than you might expect, leaping gracefully up a stack of crates and onto the roof, sprinting across the shingles and jumping frombuilding to building, headed away from the Duomo and into the city. He deftly avoided the guards, hiding briefly behind chimneys until guards turned away and ignored his presence. He liked to avoid killing guards, as, after all, they were only doing their job, as he was doing his. They didn't deserve to die because they slowed him down. Not today, anyway. Perhaps if he were in a worse mood. After a bit of a ways, he jumped from the rooftop down to a porch, then to an awning, then to the street, jogging through the crowd to a small, nondescript building. Fishing a ke from his pouch, he unlocked the door, pausing with a glance behind him to locate his follower. Welcome to the Casa di Ombre. he said with a small flourish and a bit of a smile. Come inside. he invited her, and held the door for her. Inside was a common room, with a bar, like in an inn, with a few figures seated at tables talking over plans and details and papers. On the far side of the room, there was a stairway, which led up to more floors, and the walls were made of a dark wood. A polished wood floor gleamed in the candle-lit room, though a few windows were opened to the street.