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RE Flassches house of perversion. MF, MM, MO FictionMoviesShowsGames Everything from famous movies, to cartoons like pokemon. Escaping the vault See more The once safe haven has just been attacked by a concentrated bandit raid, despite the heavy security protocols that guarded the facility. During the chaos two siblings managed to escape the place, carrying a small package. Fate smiles upon them as they meet up with a lone wanderer a few miles away from the camp. Realizing their predicament he intervenes and guides them away from a bandit scouting party. The two siblings beg him to take them to Valhalla, explaining to him that they have to protect the package. He offers them a deal. Escorting them to valhalla in exchange for their loyalty. Over time he starts to suspect that Valhalla isnt just a fairy tale these kids were taught, but an actual pre-war vault containing thors hammer, a gigantic armory of pre-war tec. The owner of that vault would be assured dominance over the entire word. Now thousands of bandits, mutants, ghouls, raiders and scum are in hot pursuit to capture them, even the dark brotherhood and the enclave are setting their sights on the trio. During the long and harsh miles the trio have to take, boredom slowly seeps in. As a relaxation method he begins to train the two siblings. At first he simply did it for his amusement, wanting to see how far they would go to obey him. When they did as he wanted, not aware of the taboo element, he decided to teach his new pupils everything he knows. To help them survive of course, honestly!! Fallout universe Malemalefemale, incest, threesome, play, age gap, gullible, Older maleyounger male, older maleyounger female, Adventure, obedience, indoctrination, twisted romance The Sithlord. Either alien jedi or sith apprentice See more The figure in the distance spoke. Pathetic planet He spoke clearly and with authority, perhaps a hint of bordering cruelty. He was leading a small group of handpicked Sith warriors towards an outpost planet in the t-9 sector. Although there were more than 20.000 defenders on the planet, they would all fall quickly to the dark side. The leader of the group pulled back his hood and grinned. He was partly human. His tanned skin showed a few battle scars, and his red eyes showed the hatred that fuelled his powers and his dark ambition. His large frame was cloaked in a black robe, and underneath was a thick scale like armor to protect his frame. His black hair danced in the wind as an orbital strike destroyed a small settlement before his eyes. He raised his hand and shouted. ADVANCE! MasterStudent, fighting, Star wars, servitude, betrayal, interspecies, Force Training with piccolo See more Piccolo had grumbled when he had cannonballed into the natural lake, crashing through his ambivalent silence. The spray of water rained down on him as he sat cross-armed on the ledge of a jagged rock that slanted flat just next to the waterfall. He had scowled at Gohan as he resurfaced laughing. He gave Piccolo that goofy grin he had inherited from his father and swum back to float on his back. Stop goofing off, kid. Gohan managed to sober long enough to dip under the cool water and jet over to the ledge Piccolo was sitting on. He surfaced with a lazy sigh and contemplatively stared as Piccolo resumed in his meditation. Unable to help himself, the youth swam over to the opposite corner of the ledge and pulled himself out of the water. The cool breeze that grazed his nude body made his teeth clatter together for a few seconds as he pulled his long bangs out of his eyes and from matting against his temples. Piccolo sat immobile, detached from his peaceful surroundings. Smiling, Gohan enjoyed the peace and quiet. For once in his life there wasnt a villain or mechanized death droid gunning for earth, sadly his former mentor thought otherwise, hence their current location in the wilderness. Training would be good for them both. Can do Original human vs original Namekian Inspired by Maleasexual, Interspecies, cum play, fighting, barrier play, age gap, humiliation.Possibly Male asexual impregnation, egg laying Superheroines are whores, honestly! See more Lance Conner Aka Ruyin, is a powerful and skilled psychic. A man who singlehandedly stopped the tide of perversion and filth that swept over the entire continent, nay! WORLD! This all happened years ago, back when mankind gave in to their basic cravings and corrupted themselves on a daily business. The year was 2012, a year of constant strive and suffering, both economical and morally. The earth had protectors heroes they called themselves. While some of them where outstanding citizens, aiming to make their cities a better place, some used that disguise to pollute mankind. Every day and night female heroes would ran rampant through the streets, stopping crime, all the while exposing their bare flesh like exhibitionist. They spoke of saving mankind, helping the world, yet Lance knew better, he did. Whereas the culprits had amazing skills like breathing fire or super strength, Lance was average. He had a ok body, standing 61 tall thanks to his European heritage and bright green eyes. His short brown hair was usually ruffled in that out of bed look. He kept his body in good shape, jogging with his old man every Monday and playing football with his friends in the weekend. He was the typical average Joe, if not a bit brighter than most. Yet Lance had one skill, one thing that would be the instrument of salvation. Lance was born with a slightly better evolved brain than most. He did not have super intelligence, nor could he talk with sharks or other sea creatures, he simple could send cravings. It had started at a young age, when his father was still a heavy drinker and a hard hitter. After countless nights of him hearing his father beat up his mother, whilst under the influence of a large amount of alcohol, he acted. He ran up to his father, begging and pleading, his brain working overtime to stop him. To his surprise, and his mother, the old man did. Throughout puberty this luck began to increase. Bartenders frequently gave him free drinks and girls at the club gave their numbers to him without him asking. Yet he was turned down frequently enough to prevent his ego from rising. He considered himself simply a lucky guy. Years later he finally understood his incredible gift and what it could do. His mind was getting stronger the more he used it, yet it was now sufficient to begin his war. He would be on his own, yet he would prevail. Armed with the power of mental cravings, he began plotting and scheming. There were hundreds of female heroes roaming the earth, yet the closest one here was irritating enough. She would be the first step to greatness. So there he sat, tied up with a filthy sock in his mouth, while the getaway car was crashing down the streets. A simple suggestion here and there had turned two random tough guys into bank robbers. They had taken a single hostage, a young man who looked harmless. Lance was lying in the backseat, not having much trouble in acting scared. His mouth felt dry and his whole body was shaking. He could manipulate people brilliantly, yet a single car crash could end his life without much effort. So he simply lay there, waiting for rescue from some superpowered slut. Male humanFemale superhero, Strong female, Superpowers, Outfits, Public scenes, Heavy smut, Heavy cum play, Servitude, Heavy sarcasm, Small domLarge sub, age gap, Mind persuasion, plot, psychological warfare One hell of a butler. See more December 27th 1892 Although the Phantomhive estate was usually the picture of tranquility, a small bubble of frustration and anger was forming. Ciel tapped his fingers on his fine cedar desk with the speed of a man bordering unbearable frustration. thump..thump..thump..thump..thump Ciel Phantomhive looked rather bored sitting at his desk, chin resting on the back of his hand, eyes slowly skimming the reports from Scotland Yard and occasionally browsing the newspapers. He glanced at the large clock on the wall and grimaced. His staff was late, Sebastian was Late!. Over the years he had gotten used to the character faults in his other staff, yet Sebastian was different. For one, the man simply wasnt human! Id figure a soul would be worth a butler who was actually on time He sighed as he stopped tapping with his fingers. He made a mental note of it. It displayed his frustration. Displaying your own emotion was a sign of weakness. The heir of the Phantomhive lineage did not have. Could not have any weaknesses. To be honest Sebastian was not that late. He in fact had two more minutes before he had to give Ciel his morning tea. The reason Ciel was upset was because of his dreams, that and that a witty butler had overheard his mumbling in his dreams. He recalled last night, how his servant had addressed him. The gently whisper of Sebastian saying Master, you must have dozed off while shaking his shoulder, it irritated him. Ciel Phantomhive does not doze off! He simply choose to sleep on his desk while still having the documents on the table. When reminding Sebastian on his tone and position he always kept his cool. The silver-tongued speech of the butler. Gods it send shivers down his spine. His mouth might say I'm terribly sorry, young master, do forgive me for speaking out of term , while his eyes said something else. Whenever Ciel forgot about Sebastian being a demon, his eyes would remind it for him. Ever since Madam Reds sudden death he had occasional nightmares. Her begging him to safe her. He telling Sebastian to save her, yet he did not obey. All simply memories bubbling in the subconscious, yet it did set his mood. It reminded him that Sebastian was only a half trained wolf. It might appear to be loyal, but how far could his loyalty stretch?. Sebastian usually did things as he deemed proper to serve his master. Ciel needed a way to remind him of his status. He was the master, he was in charge! The youth stood up from behind his desk and turned around, facing the window. His frame was slightly taller than it had been years before, yet still carried a lot of his boyhood. His tone of voice and the way he carried himself spoke of the man he would become, yet the boy still ruled him. He was considered handsome and delicate by adults, surely an innocent looking youth could no rule a business so strictly? He kept his back to the door as he heard a pair of footsteps approaching his door, Sebastians. Funny how he could hear other peoples footsteps coming from the beginning of the hallway, yet Sebastians footsteps only did register when he was almost next to the door. A knock came at the master's study. His butler, Sebastian, with a covered tray resting in the palm of his other hand, stood outside the door. Your late He said coldly, neither anger nor frustration surfacing for a second. He heard the familiar sounds of the door opening and closing again, yet Sebastian always did it with grace. As if, even the act of using a door required special attention. Ciel cocked his head to the side, eyes briefly averting from the window to look at his tall and slim butler. All the while the boy was busy suppressing a grin. The entrance of Sebastian also brought the chance of a treat. A parfait, cake, or cream filled puff, anything sweet really. looking for a Sebastian partnered to my dominate Ciel. Servitude, Humandemon, Younger maleolder male, Small domtall sub, Plot, Detective, Position of power. Riding the Centauress See more They were sitting in Lances spacious porch, overlooking the still unworked fields of his recently acquired farm. Lance was a Northerner who had invested a part of his heritage in a farm located in a tropical area, and was now looking for ways to make it profitable. He was in love with the exuberant vegetation, with the warm climate, with the vibrant colors of the flowers and the sheer brilliance of the light. He was well read, and the idea of starting a venture in such an exotic land had now caught his imagination. He had spent most of his coin on purchasing this land, leaving little coin to buy horses and equipment. He knew he would have to find some wild ones on his own, tame and train them. His friend was making comments about a different kind of animal, Centaurs. He, Thom his friend, had read about the presence of centaurs in the area where Lance had bought his land, and now he were planning ways to catch some. He hoped it would be a profitable venture, but, even if it were not, the sheer audacity of the thing appealed to him. Since the times of the Greeks, nobody had ever approached a centaur, let alone tamed one. What was known about them came from reports by travelers and from ancient authors Thom had collected all the available information, studied it, and had concluded that some hundreds of centaurs could be still alive in the tropical forest. Lance simply chuckled at the idea. Thom like any good friend insisted on it and even went as far as to drop half his books at Lances new farm, claiming it would be a good read. They stretched hands. Lance watched as his friend stepped into his carriage and waved his hand. Centaurs ... what could be like to ride one? And were they apt for communicating with humans? How long would it take to tame one? And would they produce anything valuable? He played for a moment with the idea of training female and centaurs and selling their kind. Well, he thought, we shall see ... first thing is to bring some normal horses into the stables. Next morning, he woke up, took a good breakfast and gave his maid the day off. He took his map, some carrots, A small case with the paralyzing shots, and a blowgun, just in case. He headed east, towards the forest. He walked calmly, breathing the already warm air, and after an hour was well into the forest, following the trail Thom had marked on the map. He was just crossing a stream when he lost his foothold, sending him sliding down the stream, his head hitting a rock. When he woke up again he was miles further north than he wanted. He coughed up water as he glanced around, finding himself washed back ashore, yet something was off. Little did he know that he had just been carried by the river deep into Centaur territory. Tall female, small dom vs large sub, Interspecies, interracial, bestiality, Romance or forced.