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Thread: Sleeping Kingdom (Collector x Autumn Queen)

Once Prince Cas saw the soft underbellies of the Elf's feet he frowned with disapproval. They were going to cover many miles to get to the spot where the unicorn was last seen. He didn't want to be slowed by a limping little slip of a lass. He was about to order one of his assistants to put the creature on their horse when he remembered an incident from his youth. He had to be about five or six years of age, and the Elf was perhaps the same age. The queen had the castle practically torn apart looking for the lost pet creature. It turned out that the girl had fallen asleep underneath a chair, but the way Queen Lorena had carried on, as if she had lost the crown jewels themselves, had always made an impression on the prince. No, if something were to befall the Elf creature then the queen might be distraught. Prince Cas nodded to himself and tucked the crop away in his saddle. Come on, he said, lifting Nethys up onto the saddle in front of himself, her legs over to the same side to remain 'modest'. With a whistle and a clattering of hooves the hunting party was on its way.
Thread: Sleeping Kingdom (Collector x Autumn Queen)

Nethys let out a cry of surprise as Caspian pulled her onto his horse, but did not resist him. She'd learned early on that she was never to resist not only would her body not allow her to resist, but struggling only made things worse. Of course, being too passive had its disadvantages too the Queen had once put her under a chair because she didn't want to look at her during her tea, but had never told Nethys to come out from under the chair. The elf had wound up spending the night under the chair and had awoken to a great commotion the next morning. Apparently, staying put was not what the Queen had wanted from her, as evidenced by the beating she had received the moment she was alone with the girl. Th-thank you for you kindness, Master, squeaked Nethys, her voice timid. She'd been taught that she should always be thankful for every kindness that was done to her, but sometimes the Queen didn't like hearing her voice, even if it was to thank her, so she was never entirely sure if she should speak up or not. Nethys had never ridden a horse before, so being placed perpendicular to the Prince and in front of him was comforting. She knew she wasn't supposed to touch him, but when the horse started moving she let out another cry of surprise and clutched at his shirt with her hands. She quickly relaxed, though, finding the rhythm of the horse's movements and learning how to adjust her movements with it to make herself most comfortable. Once the initial surprise was gone, her large smile returned and her ears were held high, reflecting her happy mood. Perhaps if she did well today, the Queen would let her go hunting with the Prince more often and she'd get to ride the horse again. Soon enough, Nethys felt herself growing tired again. She usually rested during the long periods of the day when the Queen simply didn't want to see her, so she was usually able to get a good hour or so of rest while the Queen prepared herself for the day. On top of that, though, Nethys hadn't been given nearly enough food in the past few days, so she was running on fairly low energy. So, against her will and aided by the movements of the horse, the elf found herself drifting off to sleep with her head rested against the Prince's shoulder, a contented little smile on her face. Nethys was a very light sleeper, so the slightest disturbance would wake her, but her last thought before drifting off to sleep was that she hoped that the Prince wouldn't be mad at her for getting some rest.
Thread: Sleeping Kingdom (Collector x Autumn Queen)

The warm Summer sun hadn't given away to the coolness of Autumn yet, but hints of the changing seasons were seen in the leaves above them. Brilliant gold, orange, and reds sprinkled across the green canopy of the forest like scattered jewels. Prince Caspian had been startled slightly when the pet spoke. He was used to thinking of her as something that only answered Yes my Queen, and then only very rarely. The idea that she could put entire sentences together was a foreign as if his favored horse had decided to discuss politics with him over afternoon tea. With a smug smile he tucked an arm around his little bait and continued down the path. The two mounted hunters were both experienced trackers and fine archers. They took turns leading the little party, and the men on foot jogged and walked the entire way. The prince didn't want to wear out his hunting party so he took it rather slow. Still, he had assumed that Nethys would never had been able to keep up with them especially with her soft feet. He didn't know of the Elves' symbiotic relationship with nature or how swift and sure-footed they truly were. It was likely that the little slave had no idea either. When she fell asleep against his shoulder he was reminded of a tired puppy sleeping in the sunshine. Though...she was awfully slim to be compared to a puppy. An hour later the trackers swung around to let the prince know that the next ridge was where the unicorn was spotted not more than a week ago. Good, then let's eat and let the hunters rest a spell, shall we? The unicorn is apt to come about during the dusk like others. Prince Cas knew of a stream that ran through the next ravine. It was a favored watering spot for many game and he assumed the unicorn would act like any other animal. He still held his mother's pet close as they walked the horses into a small natural bowl to hide their scent and sight from their quarry.
Thread: Sleeping Kingdom (Collector x Autumn Queen)

Nethys seemed to relax even more the further they got from the castle. Even asleep, she got the feeling like she was going home. Were she awake, she'd find that feeling incredibly odd after all, her home was the little cupboard in the Queen's room. Still, the scent of soil and beast invigorated her, giving her something of a healthy glow despite the obvious fact that she was malnourished. The closer they drew to the forest, the more vivid her dreams became it wasn't just her laying on the forest floor, staring up at the sunlight filtering through the trees anymore. Now, she was hurtling through the trees at break-neck speeds, frolicking with squirrels and birds and pausing only to pick berries and nuts from various bushes. She seemed to instinctively know which ones were safe for her to eat, like it was the most natural thing in the world for her. While part of her knew that she was just dreaming, the rest of her didn't want to wake up. The dream was so wonderful and she didn't want to return. A little part of her even started to resent the Queen for keeping her away from the outdoors for so long, but the rest of her was horrified at the thought. Everything the Queen had done for her, she'd done out of the kindness of her heart! No one else would want to deal with such vermin, such a creature as the elf. Nethys' smile turned into a frown as her thoughts turned darker and she squirmed a little bit, clutching at the Prince's shirt again as the group came to a halt. She didn't wake quite yet, but the smallest movement from the Prince would cause her eyes to snap open.
Thread: Sleeping Kingdom (Collector x Autumn Queen)

The prince circled his horse in the clearing before deciding that the area was safe to use. He tightened his grip on the girl and shifted his weight to dismount. Nap time is over. Time to rest before the hunt. The other hunters set up a quick lunch site after setting a perimeter. One of the trackers tied a line between two trees to tie the horses to. The other began to set up incense bundles of sweet rosemary and sage to attract creatures of magic, and hopefully the unicorn. Cas set himself down on the ground and lifted the creature down beside him. You must be hungry. Let's have some lunch, hmm?
Thread: Sleeping Kingdom (Collector x Autumn Queen)

Nethys' eyes opened the moment Caspian shifted in the saddle, bringing her to full wakefulness. It was a skill she'd honed through having the Queen as her Mistress nothing got one to wake up faster than the threat of being beaten awake. Nethys really didn't need the help dismounting the horse, but the Prince seemed insistent on helping her down, so she didn't argue. She nodded at the suggestion of lunch, erring towards the assumption that the Prince wasn't actually interested in hearing her talk. She followed close behind him, not wanting him to be mad at her for lagging behind and knelt a respectful distance from him when they sat down to eat. Nethys wasn't expecting to be fed directly if the Prince was anything like his mother, he would eat and she'd be given what he wasn't interested in. If she was lucky, that could be most of a meal. If not, she might only get a few berries and crumbs.
Thread: Sleeping Kingdom (Collector x Autumn Queen)

Prince Caspian exchanged light chit-chat with this hunters as they settled down to eat their meal and discuss hunting strategies. He noticed that his mother's little pet sat nearby, but not next to the men. Cas motioned for her to move nearer. Once she was closer he tore his sandwich in half and held half out to her. I don't want you to faint in the middle of our hunt, he said, smiling at her. The other hunters nudged each other and made quiet suggestive eyes at the Elf. The Prince caught sight of their conversational shift and frowned. We're here to hunt a unicorn, he reminded them. And to bring it home to the Queen alive. Now, what is our strategy?
Thread: Sleeping Kingdom (Collector x Autumn Queen)

Nethys' eyes went wide as she was offered half the sandwich. She heard Caspian's reasoning, but she didn't really understand it lack of food wouldn't make her pass out, even if he decided to beat her for some reason. Still, she decided that contradicting the Prince would be a bad idea, so she took the sandwich and began eating it slowly. She'd long since learned that eating quickly on an empty stomach would make her lose everything she'd just eaten. She listened to the others as she ate, thinking over the situation along with them. She knew that she wasn't supposed to speak, but the hunters seemed to be at a loss as to how to take a unicorn alive. It appeared that their specialty was killing animals, not capturing them. The elf thought for a moment, then came up with an idea. Well, you could set up a net, she said, her eyes slightly unfocused as she thought. You could hide a net on the ground, let it walk over it, and then make it get its feet all tangled up in the net. The largest danger from a unicorn is the horn if it can build up some speed, the horn could seriously hurt you. So, if you lure it onto a net, pull up the net while it's standing on it and then run a few quick circles around it to tangle up its legs, the horn is a lot less dangerous. If you're lucky, it'll trip and then you can use rope to tie its legs together. Nethys, having said her piece, went back to eating her sandwich. She wasn't sure how they'd transport an immobile unicorn back to the castle, but that wasn't the question that had been asked.
Thread: Sleeping Kingdom (Collector x Autumn Queen)

The hunters looked at each other in abject disgust as Nethey's began to speak. What do you know about hunting you little cur? asked one. He had seen the way the Queen had treated her pet, and she had never been allowed to talk freely. The Prince stared slack-jawed at the diminutive creature next to him. You...you speak? There was a strange mix of confusion, shock, and disdain in the way he looked at her. How do you know all this? Did the Queen teach you such things? He almost looked like he was about to inspect her for a hidden mouthpiece or some magical spell that made her more intelligent than her species was capable of. One of the other hunters shook his head and made a sound of disgust. Nah, she jus' saw our nets and guessed is all. She's a tricky one. A trickster. They all are, don't you know? Every one of them filthy pointy-eared creatures as ugly as a mule and less useful. The man yawned and stretched an arm above his head as he spoke. Stupid, dirty, Elves.... He laid back against the tree and closed his eyes.
Thread: Lustful Cravings - Fem for M

Post edited to add 1-I am looking for a very detailed story that moves at a rich, slow pace involving fully developing our characters, setting up the scene, etc. I am perfectly happy with sex not happening for awhile if that is what the story calls for.
Thread: Lustful Cravings - Fem for M

Modern Character - PM with idea for play with her. She is looking for a Master - will you be a kind instructive one or a cold heartless one who manipulates her? Callie may be young 18, age negotiable but she is a determined little thing. Submissive, yes. Callie knows this already. But she is no doormat - she will submit to exactly who she wants too and no one else. Unless, of course, she is told too. You see, she has two dual natures. Not multiple personality, no crazy or insane. Just conflicting values she has yet to come to terms with. By nature she really is very submissive. Her instinct is to say yes sir and no sir to any swinging dick who crosses her path. Her instinct is to look down, to immediately see to their needs over and above beyond. But she fights that instinct, in truth she refuses to recognize it except in clearly defined terms - her own. Callie knows her own mind, her mother always said she was born knowing what she would do and how to do it. It was very nearly true. By the age of three she was insisting on dressing herself, and even cleaning up her own little room. By the age of six she was making her bed, making her own sandwiches, and tending to her pet cat on her own. By the age of ten she was getting herself up, making her own breakfast, tending to her own schoolwork. And at fourteen, Callie figured out she was a submissive sexually. She found out watching a movie, a rated R movie her mother allowed her to watch. Since little Callie had always been mature beyond her years, her mother rarely treated her like the child she was. The R rated movie was sexually explicit, heavy on the DS side of sex. It excited Callie, and that night she got on her computer and did some research. When she got off two hours later, she had both cum and decided she was a submissive. As time went on, Callie's desire to submit sexually grew more and more intense, but it began skewing a certain direction. It was not the lean horny boys at school that turned her on. It was the older solid men, experienced both in life and in sex. So she kept her virginity - a gift to her future master. She focused hard on her studies, taking college classes in high school so when she graduated at 17 she had a year of college already credited to her academic record. Another intense year and she was 18, with an associates degree in business. Much to her mother's dismay, she quit school. Callie sat down the night after she left school at her computer - a computer she had bought with part of her 1.5 million trust fund her wealthy grandparents had left her. And she carefully typed out her advertisement on the BDSM hookup site she had discovered a year before and selected. Attaching a picture, she wrote Eighteen year old college graduate looking to live with a Master. Virgin, eager to learn and serve. Please be 40 or over, with a college degree and a steady income. No criminal records, please. Looking for a patient, loving, but demanding Master, one who will seek my limits and push me past them. I would like to meet in a public place first, then after we meet each other we can make any arrangements we like.
Thread: Second Chance(gentleguy/lady)

Eric Reynolds was what one would call the epitome of Scandinavian breeding, blond, blue eyed and pale. But to call Eric a blue eyed blond would do him an injustice, for his hair was the color of snow on the tundra, the blue at the center of a glacier, and just as warm. If there had been any justice in the world, the mob heir would be as dumb as bricks, but the man was brilliant, with a IQ that made his fucking around with the cops seem like an obscene joke, because he had turned to them in a desperate need to get away from his family. And he hadnt been able to. Hed been sent back. Shaking his head to clear the morbid thoughts the blond man sighed quietly as he looked towards the park as he climbed out of his car. The man was so not looking forward to meeting his new partner, it was definitely not something he wanted to consider. Taking her in as his fake girlfriend was disturbing to the mob son, though it was easier to pass off then just pretending she was a prostitute or whore. At least as his girlfriend he could treat the cop as his equal. Though the fact that the woman was in fact coming in to see if he was still working with the cops or not, just pissed him off. Even after 10 years of being abused and mistreated by both his family and the officers, the man was tired, so very tired of his life. Only the fact that the man wasnt suicidal, or didnt want to give up hope that they could help him find his missing sister, kept him from offing himself and fucking up both his fathers day, and the cops. Raising the cigarette he was smoking to take up puff he smiled a little, taking a deep inhale before snuffing it off on the bottom of his boot, looking more like a biker then a Harvard trained lawyer in black combat boots, a snug pair of jeans, and a black sweater that hugged his lean frame. Absently making his way towards the woman he could see walking towards him, he wondered how she was going to make the meeting look like a accident, like a first meeting between strangers, instead of a planned meeting between co-workers. Wincing a little to himself, he wondered if he really was going to be able to pull off the fake girlfriend act, when he no longer cared what happened. Gone was the hopeful 18 year old whod thought to bring down his fathers empire, at 28, the heir apparent of a mob family was breaking under the strain.
Thread: The Call of Manda (Atroxa & Rivine)

When he strode through the door Adenn had half expected to see another security checkpoint or maybe find her waiting for him armed. Instead she was lounging on a couch or something of some kind. But that was not the most surprising thing. The most surprising thing was that she actually help up a finger to him as if she expected him to wait! The Mandalorian's pistol was fixed on her, but he found himself standing there a bit dumbfounded rather then firing. It was not that he was actually obeying her, it was just that he was more then a little dumbfounded by her audacity. But his state of shock was broken when she spoke. The Mandalorian moved forward then, closing the door and then taking another item off his belt. He took the cylinder And placed it vertically against the seam of the door. Adenn moved further away and a moment later there was a slight pop and then suddenly a whitish goo could be seen oozing out of the door's seam slightly. Having kept the gun on her the entire time thanks to his HUD displaying both her and the door for him when he needed it too, the Mandalorian faced her again. That is irrelevant, he told her softly, the helmet filtering his voice so that it came out more gravely then it normally was. However he found himself adding, But, if you must know, it has been several months since my mission began. Adenn was silent for another moment before he said, If you would care to look away, you may.
Thread: The Call of Manda (Atroxa & Rivine)

Valeria glanced at the door as he secured it, preventing any of her men from getting through to interrupt him. She didn't seem worried or surprised, she'd expected him to do as much after all. Besides, she could handle this herself. She didn't doubt that in a straight fight, this Mandalorian could beat her and kill her, she was a skilled fighter, but combat was not her forte. No, she had other areas of expertise, and by the way he had handled her rather unconcerned reaction told her volumes. He was a fighter, but she had him beat with mental maneuvers. He should have killed her as soon as he saw her, but that wasn't the Mandalorian way. Maybe if she had pulled her gun on him, but she hadn't, for that very reason. The Zeltron blood in her veins gave her a distinct advantage, and right now, with her life in danger, the abilities that that granted her as well as her force sensitivity were kicked into high gear. Even with his face concealed by his helmet, she could feel his mind, his emotions, and her own emotions pressed down upon him. She could not fully control her abilities, her force sensitivity was too weak to have warranted training, and the Zeltron blood in her was too thinned to allow her much control over her empathic abilities and the pheromones her body produced. They were weak as well, though still present, enough to give her an advantage in almost any situation she found herself in. Her groomed, black brows rose a little when he told her that how long he'd been waiting was irrelevant, but he answered her anyway. She seemed to ignore his offer to let her look away, to find something more peaceful to take her mind away when he killed her. Instead she stood, reaching up to work her hair out of her pony tail, letting it fall about her face and shoulders and down her back instead, Several months? She repeated, You are a very patient hunter aren't you? Valeria mused aloud, walking over to her vanity, dropping the hair band into one of the small drawers and grabbed a brush, beginning to brush her hair out, her body starting to produce the weak pheromones that she hoped would work against him. They were only strong enough to enhance any sense of attraction, if some one was not attracted to her, they would do nothing more than perhaps make that person find her more likable. Thankfully, most men found her attractive. It must have taken several nobles working together to offer you enough money to make this worth your while, she told him, the mirror she was standing in front of angled so that she could see him, and he could see her in it.