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Thread: Captivated(Raziel99+Anjeru)

The woman creature had felt the disturbance when he had disrupted the guard on her door during her slumber. As much as she would have wanted to let him in, she could not because she couldn't allow him to figure out what it was that she truly was when she hadn't gotten him to fully submit to her. There was nothing more arousing to her than to have a man completely at her mercy, almost insane with his want of her. The thought of her former guest in that mind state made her arousal almost as strong as his had been the night before, in her home. She didn't rise from her slumber and continued to sleep uninterrupted until the sun set, the forest envolped in darkness she was comfortable with. The safeguards she put up fell when she rose and she stretched her limber body, before she ventured out to the livingroom. She found that her guest, Julian, had moved on, though she couldn't help but smile when she found the note he left her, inviting her to his cabin. She closed her eyes and sent her mind forth, finding him asleep inside of his own cabin. She sent him similiar dreams from the night before, though more of his style. Slow, passionate, romantic love making before the flickering flames of the fireplace. As the dreams haunted his restful slumber, she left her own cabin and turned her body to mist, flowing up quickly to his in this form. Before long, she was taking her usual shape before his door. She stood for a moment, the dreams still flowing through his mind, before she gently rapped her knuckles on his cabin door.
Thread: Captivated(Raziel99+Anjeru)

His dreams weren't surprising to him, giving the last night he had. Such darkly romantic dreams that his mind willingly took and molded into his own, the fire slowly smoldering in the heated sensations of the lovemaking. But, it was over too soon for him, as he heard the knocking at the cabin door. Stretching slightly, somewhat groggy as he stood, his hand moved to his pants, moving the hard on that the dreams gave him to a more comfortable and less noticeable position. He opened the door, not really surprised to see who it was, but surprised to see she got there so fast. Ye be freezing yerself in this weather, lass. He said, his voice carrying a mysterious Scottish Brogue. He moved aside, letting her in before him, then closing the door behind them. Make yerself at home.
Thread: Captivated(Raziel99+Anjeru)

Rebecca hadn't really given her apparel much thought before she had left her cabin. In hindsight, she probably should have if she wished to not give herself away. Her sultry lips tilted into a smile at the sound of his unguarded accent, a tad surprised with it, but in no way displeasured by it. Her blue eyes traveled from his head to his toes and back again, before she accepted him invitation to allow her into his home. Why thank you, she murmured as she swept by him to enter, her faint fruit musk wafting in the air around her, like she was some forbidden fruit waiting to tempt a sinner into tasting the unknown. She coaxed a curl on her finger as she turned to face him, tentively touching the tip of her tongue to her lips to wet them. I hope you don't mind my stopping by, she said with a soft, yet slightly coy, smile. I figured with my being up here alone and you being up here alone, we could perhaps keep each other... company, her lashes fluttered on the last word and she only smiled again, before turning and sliding her exotic frame onto the couch to allow herself a moment to rest. It would seem odd if she weren't at least, in appearance, a tad weary from making her way here. He had no idea that she'd simply floated here as the mist of the forest best not to let him figure it out either. Unaware prey was always the most enjoyable kind.
Thread: Captivated(Raziel99+Anjeru)

I don' mind at all, lass. He said, following her to be near the roaring fireplace. The accent slowly left his voice as he woke up more, as though it was a thing in the back of his mind that only came out when he wasn't aware of it. It can get lonely up here when you're alone, and cold. He sat down opposite of where she was, watching her nearly fall into the other chair. The sound of her voice was... alluring, lustful, something that half-triggered his own carnal instincts. But, he had greater control than that. Still, he couldn't help looking over her curves, her surprisingly light clothing compared to the dark and cold outside. He could hear the sound of rain starting to pour, as well. Yes, it was a good idea for you to come, because time passes faster when someone else is there. He titled his head up to the room, where the sound of rain was clearly present to their ears, coming down harder by the second. And your arrival was the best timing in the world. You probably don't want to go back to your cottage tonight.
Thread: Captivated(Raziel99+Anjeru)

She heard the rain before he did but didn't pay it any mind until he made mention of her not wanting to return 'home'. Inside, she couldn't help but smile at the timing. An excuse for her to stay, though in all actuality, the rain did nothing to her travels. Not that he needed to know that. Indeed, she mused after a moment, reclining back as she crossed her slim legs much as she had the night before. It seems I may have to be your guest for the night, she said softly, if you'll have me. Of course it was a innuendo, there was no denying that, but she was curious as to how he'd take it. So far, he was unlike any she had come across before. Not one likely to subdue to her charms. Shame. That didn't detour her any, in fact, it only made her desire to seduce this man all the insistant. She had never had problems willing her prey to indulge in her pleasures, and yet, now that she was, she was finding it a rather curious experience. She folded her arms beneath her breasts, the slight gesture causing an uplift to her already generous bust as she allowed her eyes to move from the dancing flames back to her companion.
Thread: Captivated(Raziel99+Anjeru)

Her words made him ponder slightly. Of course I will have you as my guest here tonight. He said in a soft voice, as he looked her over discreetly. You gave me the hospitality of sharing your cottage for a night, I can do no less than to return the favor to you. Her arms went under her bust, making them even more predominant, and he licked his lips lightly, his arms moving down to his lap, one to hide the hard length that decided to bother him once more. Is there anything else I can do for you? His voice never lost the soft tones that he was now accustomed to using with her. I highly doubt that I will get any sleep with this rain, and you were generous enough to help me last night. If you need anything, say the word.
Thread: Captivated(Raziel99+Anjeru)

A slim brow quirked as she saw his tongue lightly wet his lips, his posture immediately changing to better situate himself. Aha... so it wasn't that he wasn't attracted to her. His body was responding honestly while his mind did its best to push off such intentions. Not if I have anything to say about it, she mused to herself as she innocently shivered. She rubbed her arms, adjusting her breasts as she did so, and slid a little closer to him. Her head tilted up and her lashes fluttered as she touched her tongue to her lip briefly. I'm sorry, I am just a little cold still, she murmured innocently, the gentle coaxing weaved into the very sound of her voice. As for anything you can do for me... she trailed off and thought for a moment, then simply offered him a smile as she tightened her arms around herself, under her bust. Just the warmth is good for now, she finished after a moment. The woods tend to get a little cold and I underdressed, I'm afraid. Bad habit of mine, she clicked her tongue against her teeth and managed a sexy little chuckle.
Thread: Captivated(Raziel99+Anjeru)

I can see that. He said, with a soft chuckle, as she mentioned that she underdressed occasionally. Everyone does it from time to time. But with weather like this, it wouldn't be good to do it often. Especially if this rain turns to snow sometime in the night. Her arms squeezed her, making her bust rise slightly with it, and his tongue licked the back of his lips before he pushed such thoughts aside. Here. He got up, moving over to her as he grabbed a quilt, and sat down next to her before unfolding the quilt and wrapping the two of them in it, up to their upper chests, just under their shoulders. One of his arms went around her to pull her closer to his body to help share his warmth with her. At least, that was what he told himself, and he stuck with that, his hand resting at her side about midway between her shoulders and hips. This should help you keep warm.
Thread: Captivated(Raziel99+Anjeru)

Rebecca tried her best to curve her seductive grin and managed to keep it from curving across her lips as he covered them in the quilt. This was starting to go a little more the way it was supposed to now. Mmm, that is much better, she purred as he wrapped his arm around her. She pressed her body as close to his side as she could manage and laid her head on his shoulder. Normally, the thrum of his heart and his blood would be overly tempting, but she had fed earlier before arriving to make sure she didn't give herself away when being in Julian's company. Not when she wasn't quite a hundred percent sure what she was dealing with yet. Mmm, she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder and pressed closer to him with a feigned shiver. Definitely warmer, she said with a small smile, fluttering her lashes up at him. The question now was what she was going to do to get him to want her. More than he already did, anyway. She made a content noise and snuggled into his side, her thigh rubbing against his and her breasts pressing against his arm. She seemed to be getting comfortable underneath the quilt with him, though that's not actually what she had in mind, as innocent as it all seemed.
Thread: A new life (Cheshire x Octo)

The sea was calm, though a blanket of fog had crept over it's glassy surface, obscuring the shoreline. Silently a massive wooden vessel glided across the smooth waters, propelled by 20 or so long shafted thick paddles. The bow of the warship was crafted into the likeness of a serpent's head, it's structure reinforced by shining metal. On the absolute tip of the embellishment's head stood a tall but slender man, his well muscled figure hidden within the confines of a thick black woolen cloak. Gracefully he raised a curled horn to his lips and began to blow, allowing the low, echoing bellow to roll out across the seascape, it's haunting cry radiating towards the shore. One by one similar horns answered in an attempt to help guide the vessel to it's hidden port by sound alone. All was silent on the deck of the warship as the crew navigated. Again the ship's horn sounded, and again the guides on shore answered, welcoming home the raiding party. Of course, the welcome would not be so warm for the pretty little thrall that the hunting party had found during it's morning stalk. It was a long walk across that chilled tundra, especially in the heavy iron shackles of a prisoner.
Thread: A new life (Cheshire x Octo)

Celyn had been crouched in the floor of the dragon boat, bound and shackled but still as silent as the fog rolling over the land. She was tall for a woman, powerful muscles lending her figure a graceful strength that was wholly feminine. A tunic of olive drab was belted simply at her slight waist and russet leggings were stuffed into fur lined boots. At her neck had once been golden torque twisted around her neck, the bulbous ends nesting in the hollow of her throat but now she felt naked without it, the barbarians had ripped it from her unconscious body. Pale skin was luminous in the gray light and given an eerie pallor by the ghosts of swirling blue woad tattoos. Brown eyes as deep and dark as the earth glared out from under screaming, fire red braids the fell heavily just past her shoulders. She seemed to be a normal tribes woman, though she wore leggings, but it the blue designs in her skin and the golden collar set Celyn in the fuzzy class between warriors and druids. At her belt she had worn the short, bronze leaf shaped sword was a warrior woman as well as the silver curved sickle for cutting holy holly and holy sacrifices. When the invaders had raided her land, she had used everything she'd known to fight them off but a quick blow to the back of her head left her incapable of anything until she'd regain consciousness. She'd regained consciousness aboard a ship. A ship crewed by the invaders. Shivering, telling herself it was just the clammy fog, Celyn listened to the unearthly cry of the horn. For the first time since she'd awoken, Celyn spoke. It was barely more than a croaking whisper, but it sounded loud it the deathly still air, What do you plan for me? It was directed to the man at the helm, who seemed to be in charge. There was no fear, though her voice quavered with thirst and disuse. Celyn sat straightly and with her fine jaw was set at a proud, if uncomfortable, angle.
Thread: A new life (Cheshire x Octo)

Your future is as of yet undetermined. I expect you shall be rewarded to he who the warchief finds most deserving. When the man spoke his voice was surprisingly calm, a low growl that could barely be deciphered over the crashing waves. Though he was not actively steering the ship, he was certainly enjoying the view such a high position offered. Raider captain, and one of the assembled tribes' leading warlords, performing such a mundane task as steering the ship was below his station. After a moment or two more of just watching the open sea the man made his way slowly over to the bound prisoner laying upon the floorboards of the ship. The scrutinizing gaze was piercing, the man looked her over, inspecting both the remarkable strength her figure held, and it's feminine beauty. Such close observations triggered a shift in the man's stance, before he'd been relaxed and distant, his focus elsewhere on other things...But now, being in the proximity of such a woman, bound in submission made his previous disposition hard to maintain. From quiet observer to bristling Alpha, the change had been immediate. Involuntarily the man found himself standing straighter, making sure that his strongest features were displayed. He was tall, standing at roughly 6'4, his body was slender compared to his fellow raiders, though his muscles had a corded quality to them that definitely indicated that his lack of mass did not equate to a lack of strength. It was as if the other warriors were bears, and this man a panther, more sleek and streamlined but just as strong, and just as deadly. He was dressed in dark treated leather leggings, a white hide tunic stained and decorated with crimson bands, with a thick cloak of black bear fur hanging tight around him, blocking out the frigid mist of the sea. His face, sharp but handsome was partially obscured by a mane of raven hair, long silken strands black as night itself that gave a striking contrast to his pale skin. Unlike his companions however, he wore no ceremonial war paint. Instead, he'd been marked with something more important. 3 scars, one at the left, center, and right part of his right eyebrow stretched down to his jaw, thick at the eyebrow but tapering to points at the jaw. The scars had been treated with dyes and tinctures so that they'd blacken as they healed, until they seemed more like tattoos than battle-scars. Although, for all his qualities the most strange had to be the man's eyes, two orbs of vivid topaz who's held the intensity of the sun itself.
Thread: A new life (Cheshire x Octo)

I'd rather roam the Earth as a ravening ghost, wailing and crying for eternity rather than be, She spat at the other man's feet, A reward . Celyn's voice was harsh now with subdued anger. She leaned back against the walls of the flat ship, meeting the invader's eyes, but she realized his gaze was elsewhere. Roaming over her body, that's where. Raising a sardonic eyebrow, Celyn stretched out her long legs and huffed. Growling under her breath to herself she muttered, Or anything else to an invader. Though she had looked away from the man towering above her at the helm, she felt her gaze pulled back to him. His stance had changed and something about it triggered her animal sense of the predator within him. Between that and the scar cris-crossing his skin, his stance, and air of absolute will made her realize that if it did come down to the split of loot, he'd probably get the lion's share and that included her. She'd shouldn't goad him, but not fighting was completely against her nature. Instead she settling for grumbling, Who are you anyway?
Thread: A new life (Cheshire x Octo)

You are in no position to demand names, you may call me master. Those eyes were cold and merciless as he stared down at the woman, that sharp silvered tongue of his prepared to retaliate should she give any witty retort. When Vallios spoke again, his voice was low, just enough for her to hear. Now he'd probe her, find the weak points in her mind and tear them apart. Why so bitter? I can see by your sickle that you follow the goddess...If you follow the goddess, it means you follow her laws. Now of course, Vallios was speaking of the savage and bestial she-wolf goddess that his people revered. Their shamans and oracles taught that Survival of the Fittest, the law of the wilds ruled everywhere, in every aspect of life. And so, Vallios assumed that a woman garbed in similar holy trappings would have the same understanding of the world. Survival of the fittest.
Thread: A new life (Cheshire x Octo)

I will demand your name if I so choose. Her head titled cockily, goading him. There she sat, bound and surrounded by the enemy and yet she still she irritated whoever she could. Maybe, Celyn thought, they'd just give up and kill her. With false cheerfulness she smirk and continued sweetly, So then, what... is... your...name? Laughing derisively at his assumption. I do not follow your false goddess. I have many gods, for there is a god in every rock and tree and bush and all of them will give me the strength to beat any ordeal. Her voice rang like a bell with certainty. She sniffed a bit arrogantly at his ignorance, My silver sickle is solely for sacrifices, but if need be I'll use it to slit my own throat. Celyn tossed back braids that had fallen in her face and attempted to look out over the water, wandering how much longer she'd have to endure this swaying boat and dreadful sailors.
Thread: A new life (Cheshire x Octo)

Mighty words for one of such weak stock. But your fire is impressive, perhaps you'll find a station above serving wench in this life. The way she fought, even against such odds. Such a dominant spirit! Vallios found it irresistable, the urge to break her to his will, to make her subservient. Slowly Vallios began to pace, around the woman, watching her as he did so. First, he bent down and retrieved her silver sickle, swaggering over to the deck of the ship and dropping it, letting it fall to the waiting sea below with a splash. That artifact of your past is something you'll need no longer. If you wish to survive, forget who you once were and accept the fact that fate has preserved you, be thankful for it. The male then knelt down beside her and let out a soft laugh, before tilting his head slightly and peering into her eyes, trying to understand what gave her such fire. This one's gifting would certainly be interesting, he imagined she wouldn't be crying and pleading for a different fate, as opposed to most slave girls they captured.
Thread: A new life (Cheshire x Octo)

Psh, I'm not 'weak stock'. Not only am I warrior, but a druid to boot. I would not make a good serving wench. Or any wench at all. Celyn had smirked at the idea of herself serving anyone, except the gods, and this man was no god. She watched intrigued, then worried, when he took her sickle. She guessed what he would do only seconds before her beloved weapon splashed into the waves. Wait, no-! She stared wide eyed over where her sickle had been dropped before she slammed her jaw shut and swiveled her glare to the man now crouched beside her. Before Celyn had been merely anger at her captures, and herself for getting captured, but now she felt the warm blush of hatred kindling inside her breast. Celyn stared searchingly at him before leaning close, as if to kiss, whispering, I will serve when the highest mountain is worn away by the beating of butterfly wings. Her breath was sweet and hot, caressing across his skin. Then she bit him.
Thread: A new life (Cheshire x Octo)

It was amazing, how close love and hatred could be. The bite, especially to the neck did at first cause a reaction of slight arousal, but then the pain came. Her grip on his neck was tight, 'twas fortunate she was no she-wolf...Though she certainly had the spirit of one. With a jerk he was free of her grasp, though now his neck had bloody toothmarks in it. Such a sleight would surely not go unpunished! Vallios, we near harbor! Quit messing with the tro... Brunal, I do believe he is quite busy. Two of the ship's crew were watching the struggle, amused by what was transpiring. Such closeness would lead one to believe that Vallios was about to desecrate the young captive, though such an act would surely be out of character for him. And so, intrigued the two continued watching, wondering what would happen. And so the man, obviously known as Vallios reciprocated the assault. But first he kicked her sword far out of arms reach. Then, he moved to pin her beneath him, situated in a manner that further helped him press leverage over her. He was however, mindful of his stance and did have his more sensitive parts out of the reach of her knees. With one swift movement Vallios broke the restraints that held the woman, accepting what she may not have intended as a challenge. With a swift, vicious motion Vallios repaid her bite with his own, gaining a firm hold on her neck, right at the point where shoulder and throat met. And so the two were entwined, hips to hips, and lips to neck. Vallios held the woman's hands above her head, keeping her restrained in this position. He waited for her to fight back, relishing this sudden, this personal struggle for dominance, or for her freedom. Either way, it was absolutely electrifying.
Thread: Those were the days

Mike grabbed a fist full of the woman's hair and forced her down farther on his hard nine inch cock. How many time must I show you how to take a cock bitch! He had been upset that his team had lost the game because the stupid running back couldn't get across the goal line. His girl had looked wonderful during the game while she had been cheering for him. But this girl had been in the stands, his little fuck slave that loved the abuse his girlfriend couldn't stand. His girlfriends best friend was now between his legs being forced up and down by his hand to take his cock. He liked his girl alot and she had even caught him cheating on her but she stayed with him for two reasons. First Mike was the start player of their team so it was a big status booster to date him, along with her being head cheerleader. And secondly was that she got a little toy she could beat in anyway she wanted in her best friend. Mike moaned lightly but not before reaching around and roughly pulling on his fuck toys tits. I wonder how your mistress will treat you once she gets done changing. I'm sure she's going to be upset we lost too. my whorish Ericka.
Thread: Chrome.

I noticed today... that the BM chat doesn't work on Chrome! I mean, it does up there.... points up But when you actually go to the full sized chat, it doesn't work. I checked on Firefox, and it works fine there. I just found it... strange. And slightly inconvenient. OO
Thread: Chrome.

Funny. I can run the chat on Chrome just fine. Have you not upgraded yours to the new beta?
Thread: Chrome.

Chat works just fine on chrome for me, better actually since it saves my colour even after I close the window.
Thread: Chrome.

Yeh, I'm on the new beta. Perhaps it's an addon... frowns and checks
Thread: Chrome.

Ahhh. 'twas Adthwart.
Thread: Chrome.

Hm. Never had that issue with AdThwart before. Must've been a freak thing.