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Thread: A Rider and Her Dragon [Lord Dakol and faithviper]

His tail flicked against her neck, tickling her chin as the slick, tapered cock thrusted through the tight entrance of her breasts, fucking them vigorously as he dug his snout further into her bottom, his nose teasing her pussy as he panted hotly. Dargonn then slipped his tongue out and back into his mouth, clenching his sharp teeth around her shorts, easily tearing them away to expose the tight little pussy. Are you a virgin, Anya . . . ? he inquired, continuing to slide his cock through her breasts, greasing them with the liquid.
Thread: A Rider and Her Dragon [Lord Dakol and faithviper]

Anya gasped when her shorts where ripped right off of her and she looked down but couldn't see past the dragon. Ye-Yes...why? She asked as her head spun and didn't want her to think clearly, just wanting her to focuse on the pleasure that was running through her body and on the sent that she was coming from the liquid coming from the dragon and being rubbed all over her breasts and body.
Thread: A Rider and Her Dragon [Lord Dakol and faithviper]

Dargonn's eyes hungrily took in the delicious little cunt that was obviously ready for him, but Anya's shaky voice distracted him. Because . . . I am too, he growled, lifting and shifting his body around so that his maw was extremely close to his Rider's, his hot breath cascading down her face and mouth. His paws landed upon her breasts, gripping them gently but making sure that his claws did not come out as the tapered point of his thick cock nudged to her pussy.
Thread: Pandora's Box - {F x F // Futa x F}

AND NOW.. a character I would like to play with whoever likes her.. FxF only, of course... name Raven Mayfair age 22 gender female height 5'1 weight 112 lbs. body type brick. shithouse. sexuality lesbian abilities telepathy telekinesis profession artist note she tends to be a switch-leaning-sub in BED and a switch leaning DOM in the rest of life very forceful personality. And quirky. LOL!
Thread: His New Project [Lord Dakol and ~Rebellious_Desire~]

Fortunately, it had gotten dark pretty quickly for him. The sun had fallen and the moon took its place, lighting up the night sky with the dots of stars light-years away. The man walked briskly along the sidewalk, humming to himself, his face covered by a spacious black hood. However, his deep golden eyes were eerily shining from beneath the cowl, his pupils condensed into slits for just a moment before they rounded themselves out. Damion Scathmore was waiting for this particular night it was one of the longest of the year, so he would have plenty of time to retrieve his subject and bring it back to his dwelling. He was a tall, slightly-pale man, with locks of dark black hair that fell from the sides of his hood. Parting his lips, vapors of air left his mouth as he silently searched for the lucky one that was to be his new hobby.
Thread: His New Project [Lord Dakol and ~Rebellious_Desire~]

As the sky grew dark, restaurants and stores rapidly began to close. Elena Michelle stumbled through the back door of a diner, arms haphazardly filled with work clothes, a bag hung over her shoulder. She was relatively short, a mere 5'4, her long chocolate hair curling slightly down her back. Her most pronounced feature however, was her eyes. Bright Emerald orbs, that radiated warmth, as well as a bold, fierce intensity. Her less-than-glamourous job at a local cafe caused her to work late hours, and she was near exhaustion from the drudgery. Elena shared a dainty appartment with her best friend, Amber, and it wasn't more than a few blocks away from the cafe. So, she walked. It was strange how dark the sky was tonight. She didn't have much interest in astronomy, so the reason for the darkness was undetectable. Sighing lightly, Elena made her way down the desolate sidewalk, the passing of cars diminishing quickly. She recalled her stressful day at work, laughing at the few rare humerous moments that occured. Crossing the street, she was about 2 blocks from the apartment, as she pulled out her phone, dialing her roomates number.
Thread: His New Project [Lord Dakol and ~Rebellious_Desire~]

Damion continued to walk briskly in the moonlight, passing every man, woman, and child that he came across. He could feel their emotions, as was projected by the speed of their heartbeats. Most of them were calm, some were happy, a few were afraid of something that wasn't him. He turned a few more corners as he passed a business district when his eyes landed upon a young woman leaving a closed cafe. Immediately his teeth ached he had found his subject. Her . . . he mused, smiling underneath his cowl as he strode more quickly, hoping to be a few feet behind her. His steps were utterly silent, as if he was gliding. When he saw her hand to the cell phone in her bag, he narrowed his eyes. With a simple tug of hood, Damion allowed to fall onto his broad shoulders, exposing the young, handsome face with the golden eyes that spied hungrily upon the girl. Then tensing his body, he darted around her, facing her directly as he looked into her eyes, just as the phone began to ring. Damion then began to hypnotize her, hoping that would be enough to keep her from speaking or moving, just looking into his eyes.
Thread: His New Project [Lord Dakol and ~Rebellious_Desire~]

Sorry it took so long! - Elena tapped a delicate finger against her phone in impatience, waiting for the device to finish dialing. As the first ring became barely audible, she found her attention being pulled from the cell, directed at a strange figure that flashed before her. Her orbs were instantly locked with his, the man's alluring gaze entrancing her for a moment. Some people were more suceptible to hypnotism than others. Elena, on the other hand, wasn't affected by it as much as most. She shook her head as if breaking from a daydream, blinking a few times before studying the figure in front of her. The ringing of the phone, followed by an annoyed 'hello' on the other end, were long forgotten to her as the phone slowly lowered from her ear. U-umm... who are you? Elena managed to ask before taking a few steps back, the mere proximity of the two causing her heart to race. It now occured to her that she was alone at night with this strange, mystyifying man. Probably not the best situation for her petite, some-what innocent nature. I... umm, I'm sorry but I have to go. She muttered quickly, trying to avoid his intense gaze and hide her own nervous demeanor. The phone still clenched in her hand didn't register to her at the moment as she turned suddenly and began walking the other way, breath becoming heavy as the fear and adrenaline washed through her.
Thread: His New Project [Lord Dakol and ~Rebellious_Desire~]

Interesting . . . thought Damion as the girl was able to slowly break from his gaze. With the exception of a few people, all humans were supposed to be susceptible to a vampire's glamor. However, she continued to look at him, subtly fighting the magick before she asked who he was. He smiled softly. Damion . . . Scathmore, he answered. And you are . . . ? he replied, but she didn't answer as she turned and walked the other way. He frowned in disappointment at her reaction. His skin tingled with a light sense of anger, but he quickly controlled himself and took a stepped forward. Once he did, Damion flitted behind her, leaning in close to her ear as he exhaled a surprisingly warm breath down her neck and chest. Why don't you come with me, meddma uha ? You'll be much safer with me than walking alone . . .
Thread: His New Project [Lord Dakol and ~Rebellious_Desire~]

Elena was faintly able to make out his introduction as she scurried down the sidewalk, not really registering his request for her name. She wasn't able to hear a single footstep, so she assumed the man was still standing afar, and wouldn't follow. Though she happened to be very wrong. Her delicate body froze, chills running down her spine as she felt his hot breathe warm her skin. She would have questioned how he managed to approach her without so much as a sound, had she not have been focused on the heated breathe that seemed to linger over her neck. His words were haunting, a perfect voice mixed with seduction and control. Every rational thought in her mind told her to run, but the man's alluring senses held her feet in place. The perfect predator.. A gaze that was now burned into Elena's memory, a smooth voice, a devilishly handsome face. Even his smell threatened to force her into compliance. She let out a breathe she hadn't realized she'd been holding, her fragile body trembled a bit as she tried to clear her hazy thoughts. I... umm... I-I really have to get... home. Her voice trailed off softly, laced with fear, as she attempted to gain control of her movement. Elena couldn't understand why the man had such an effect on her, merely by standing behind her and whispering in her ear.
Thread: His New Project [Lord Dakol and ~Rebellious_Desire~]

Damion smiled he knew he had her, although she was still talking about leaving, she wasn't moving. No, do not worry, my dear, he breathed, placing his cool, pale hands onto her waist and pulling her towards him, I shall protect you . . . The sudden close proximity was enough for his lips to touch her ear, and his very human teeth lightly traced her earlobe. He reveled in the warmth of a human girl's body, causing his body to stir like never before. Come with me . . . I promise that you won't regret it . . . he said softly.
Thread: His New Project [Lord Dakol and ~Rebellious_Desire~]

Lord Dakol said Damion smiled he knew he had her, although she was still talking about leaving, she wasn't moving. No, do not worry, my dear, he breathed, placing his cool, pale hands onto her waist and pulling her towards him, I shall protect you . . . The sudden close proximity was enough for his lips to touch her ear, and his very human teeth lightly traced her earlobe. He reveled in the warmth of a human girl's body, causing his body to stir like never before. Come with me . . . I promise that you won't regret it . . . he said softly. Click to expand... She gazed at his smile in apprehension, the expression being one of victory, and lust... His smooth voice was Elena's distraction, however, as the girl was surprised by icy hands on her waist, before she was suddenly pressed to something rock hard. His chest? As Damion's strong arms encircled her waist, trapping her against him, her small arms pushed with little effort against his muscular chest. She froze once more when his lips brushed over her earlobe, teeth softly grazing over it. Elena bit her lip, her eyes shutting tightly for a moment, before being brought back to reality by his words. It would have been so easy for her to just say 'Ok, I'll come with you.' but even in this strange daze, she had the common sense to think about this. U-Umm... I'm actually pretty busy with... some stuff...m-maybe another time? Her response was less than thought out...
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

Adam Edwardson was leaned back in his office chair, and put his feet up on the big oak desk in front of him. With a smug smile he took a sip from the cup of coffee that one of his girls just had brought him. He was sitting in the the managers office at A.E. Fashion, the most renowned clothing shop in town with a prime location at the city center. Everybody who was something, who had a reputation to think about, bought their clothes there, and the price tags were set thereafter. Mr Edwardson sure loved his job. Ten years ago when he opened the shop, it had just been a front for his other businesses, but over the years he had grown quite fond of it. The wide assortment of lingerie and the selection of adult themed dresses had become a matter of pride for him, as well as a commercial success. Compared to what he made in trading in other goods it was nothing, off course, but he still cared a lot about it. Yes, he loved his job, and today would be even more fun than most other days. He had been watching that girl for weeks, since he first saw her shoplifting. Instead of intervening he had let her go on, instructing the staff to leave her alone as much as possible to make it even easier for her to dig herself deeper into trouble. While she helped herself to clothes for thousands of dollars, he had his staff follow her to get her name and address, and when he finally couldn't wait anymore he had sent her the letter. It had all been so easy, almost to easy to be fun. She had bit on his bate, and now all he had to do was to reel her in. Mr Edwardson was in his early 40's, a fact that some emerging strays of grey in his otherwise short, black hair gave away. He was well above 6 feet tall, and his body was athletic, almost, but only almost, as vigorous as when he was a swimmer back in his youth. The black suit he was wearing together with a blue tie probably cost more than some of his employees made in a month, but that really didn't become him. Impatiently he looked at his watch with dark eyes that was just as cold and expressionless as the rest of his sober face. That little thief didn't seem to be in a hurry. But he knew she would show up at the store, sooner or later.
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

When the cashier read the letter, a peculiar smile spread over her red painted lips and she could not help to giggle. Oh... you're the girl... she said, more to herself then to Vixen as she lead her through aisles between racks of dresses and skirts. Emma, as the cashiers name tag revealed her name to be, was about the same age as Vixen, and her platinum blonde hair in combination with her overly applied make up gave her quite a cheap appearance. Her model like figure, with almost ridiculously large breasts in relation to her slim waist just reinforced the bimbo impression. Judging from her looks, the manager hired after appearance, not competence. The tight, pink top that Emma was wearing must have been from the shop, because there was still a price tag attached to it. Strangely, the price was five thousand dollars, far to much for a simple piece of clothing like that. The top also revealed the only fault in her otherwise pedantic look - a stain of something sticky, white over her right breast, and she had some of the same white goo in the corner of her mouth. When they got to the back of the store, Emma stopped at a door and turned to Wixen, looking down into her eyes with a malicious gaze. Good luck. she said, with a false voice. You'll need it. Then she opened the door, and pushed Vixen into the room with a firm push in the back. With a bang the door slammed shut behind her. She was standing in some kind of office, and a middle aged man in a dark suit was watching her with intense, dark eyes. He was casually sitting with his feet up on the big oak desk that dominated the room, and he took his time to carefully judge her with his eyes, from top to toe, before he finally spoke. Well, what have we got here then? Isn't it little miss Evans, the master thief? he asked with a sarcastic voice.
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

Adam couldn't help to laugh, and for a second his stern face almost seemed friendly. Such a noble thief! he exclaimed. However, if you are only steeling what you need your needs must be immense. he continued with an amused voice. He was clearly enjoying this, and her nervous shifting just made it even more entertaining. There was a free chair in front of the desk, but he did not offer her to sit down. His eyes was still exploring her body, and he wanted to have a good view of his object of study. Her hips and breasts received a lot of attention, but he did not seem to care to actually look at her face instead of her body when he was talking to her. He put his hands up behind his head as he continued to speak. I neither need nor want your money, Vixen. he said, sounding insulted by her offer. You are not here to pay for what you have stolen, you are here to be punished for trying to take whats mine. And the price you will have to pay for that is much higher. He talked slowly, like if he was trying to explain something complicated for a small school girl. For the rest of this week you will work for me. You will be my... how should I put it... special intern. You will do anything and everything I tell you to. And if you don't, you will be sent right off to jail. Any questions on that? Before she had the chance to actually ask him anything, he made a spinning motion with his right hand and gave his first command. Spin around, I will need to see you from behind as well. The request was clearly odd, but he sounded like if it was the most normal thing in the world to ask. There were something in the playful tone of his voice, in the shrewd look on his face, that gave the impression that he was playing some sick kind of game, and Vixen was one of his pieces.
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

Vixen looked at him crossed, her small full lips pursed as she looked at him. She crossed her arms as she glared at him still not saying anything. Fine, so you just want me to work here...Seems kind of an old fashion punishment, but whatever you want, Grandpa. She muttered and smirked at him, Vixen looked confused at his request, her arms came to rest at her sides. Al...right, creepy She said in a sing-song voice as she slowly spun around, Vixen had a naturally shapely round ass and the skirt wasn't helping to hide that fact. See something you like? She smirked as she asked, Vixen tugged down at her skirt as she waited. She wondered about working here, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. Though the owner was rather creepy, he kept staring at her chest and hips, that was the main reason why she kept her arms crossed over her chest. 'Creepy pedophile.' Vixen thought to herself as she stood there, she glanced back at the owner before turning back. 'At least he's keeping his hands to himself.'
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

Even though her question was obviously rhetorical, he answered it. Yes, indeed I do. I see something I like. he said and got up from his chair. Not letting go of her body with his eyes, he walked up to her with slow steps, until he was standing uncomfortably close to her. The smell of his cologne filled her nostrils. He lifted his hand, and for a second it looked like he was about to slap her in the face with it, but instead he just softly brushed her cheek, continuing the motion with his fingers into her long red hair. Without a warning he gripped her hair and used it to pull her head back so she was forced to look up into his unyielding eyes. With him standing so close, she had to arch back to bend her head back, and she could feel his abs through the cloth of their clothes as her breasts were softly pressed against his torso. And now I own it. he noted. He did not let go of her hair, nor did his intense gaze leave her eyes for even a second. Your next instruction is quite simple. he said, with a surprisingly calm voice, that was in stark contrast to the roaring fire that was burning in his eyes. Give me your panties, Vixen. A girl in your position does not need them here. His smile had grown from smug to hysterical, there was almost something mad about the look on his face. It was as if some barrier inside him had burst, and nothing was unthinkable for him now.
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

Vixen's eyes narrowed as she looked at him, she let out a soft growl as she was bend backwards. It wasn't like it hurt, Vixen was more than flexible, her ability bordered that of a Contortionist. Who knew, maybe she could have been one if she had practiced more gymnastics, unfortunately her parents hadn't allowed her to continue her training, despite the fact she could have become rich and famous that way. The red-head looked back at the man, her sharp silver eyes glared up at him. Creep, you're nothing more than a lonely, disgusting pedophile praying on young girls. She growled back, yet something in the pit of her stomach made her feel queasy. Vixen didn't like this, not at all. She wanted to stand back up again, this was uncomfortable. Vixen looked up at his request and a slight tinge of pink covered her cheeks as she kept glaring at him, she pulled her hair out of his grip and looked at him. Unfortunately, or fortunately for you, I'm not wearing any. She replied, Vixen was clearly shooken up in the inside, but one the outside she was calm, cool, and collected.
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

Her insults and struggling just seemed to encourage him - the wilderness in his eyes told her that he liked the challenge. Without hesitation he reached in under her skirt, as to confirm that she was not lying, and he nodded as he felt his thick fingers touched her uncovered pussy lips. His thumb was exploring her clitoris, making circular motions around its hood, while his index finger was moving up and down her slit. Yes. I am a creep. he said, and while he spoke she felt his index finger sinking into her body, pressing her pussy lips apart. And disgusting is only the beginning of it. he continued, as he's long finger joined in, forcing itself into her narrow channel. And praying on young girls happens to be my business model. He laughed as he pressed his ring finger into her pussy as well, not caring that he was starting to stretch her out. With his fingers completely buried inside her tight body, he pressed even deeper, lifting her body up so she had to balance on the edge of her toes. She seemed to be almost weightless to him even when he was only using one arm. But judging from the fact that you dress like a slut, you don't mind being prayed on, do you? he asked, twirling around his finger inside of her, just to underline the point.
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

Vixen bit back a moan as he touched her, she still glared at him as he did, but she knew she no longer owned her body. The way I dress, doesn't mean a thing of who I am. She softly growled, but soon it fell and a tiny whimper escaped from between her lips. I like the way I dress...Asshole! Vixen yelled, she stomped down hard on his foot and pulled away. She wasn't going to let anyone touch her like this, not only was she a virgin, but she was also disgusted by this older man. Vixen stood there glaring at him, still slightly red-faced. Deep inside, she was more shocked than actually disgusted. I like people looking at me, getting attention from people, mainly young guys my age! Softly she growled, still her body felt hot and weak from what he'd done to her. Liking attention does not make me a slut or a whore like the girls you have here.
Thread: The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

A peculiar smile spread across his face as she told him her the way she dressed was irrelevant. He showed no sign of pain when she stepped on his foot, instead he just put an arm around her waist, his big hand firmly placed on her hip, and lead her out of the office, back into the store. It was in the middle of the evening rush hour, and it was crowded with people. There were people of all ages and kinds - business browsing through expensive suits, young girls staring at beautiful evening dresses with big eyes, husbands looking at lingerie for their wives, or maybe their lovers. How you dress do matter, darling. Today you will dress like a whore, and voila, you will become a whore. he explained while they walked, he's hand gradually sinking lower down on her ass. Feel free to make a scene, it will just give you a bigger audience. he said in a low voice as he started to feel her ass out, squeezing her left buttock firmly as if he was judging fruit when grocery shopping. He finished the groping with a firm smack, and the sharp sound made a fat boy in his teens turn around and stare at the two with a equally disgusted and exited expression on his face. How are you feeling, Vixen, my little toy? Are you starting to regret your sins? If not, you will soon commit new ones that you can regret instead...