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Thread: Did You Hear About Her Girlfriend? [7D + PTRB]

Bonnie was in completely bliss, not quite there yet to cum but she was getting there. It certainly helped raise her arousal some more hearing her girlfriend started to tell her she was about to cum. Not that she needed to be told that, she could feel her girlfriends pussy tighten up around her cock at is. She was definitely making Allie cum right now, watching her reel her head back. Her face right up close to Allis's breasts, tempted to suckle on them to increase the pleasure somewhat. Yes Cum on my huge dick. Bonnie cooed, encouraging the act to let this happen. And even though Bonnie herself hadn't cum yet, which she will soon, she too had to try and muffle her moans by bringing her hand to her mouth and lightly bite down on one of her fingers. It still felt so good being inside her girlfriend while she came. And to get to do this raw too made it better, the increase of her arousal made up for not having came just yet. Oh fuck, you're pussy's too good I want to fuck it so bad. wanna change position? I need to be on top for this she moaned out her words, a sign that Bonnie was desperate to relieve herself too and wanted her one girl to be the one to make it happen.
Thread: Did You Hear About Her Girlfriend? [7D + PTRB]

As she came, her pussy clenched, hard and rough on the cock that kept pressing over and over on her insides, ravaging her insides as roughly as she could have ever asked. She gasped and had to keep herself quiet as she came, becoming wetter on the raw dick. Her hips faltered as she rode her, cheeks blushing red as it became harder for her to register everything around her, focusing on the tight, intense pleasure running through her. She shifted and nodded eagerly at the request. She kissed her girlfriend before shifted to lay down on the backseat of the truck, legs wide open so that Bon could press down between her open legs and fuck into her slippery, wet hole. Come on, baby. Fuck me until you can cum all over my tits. She said, teasing as she pushed her breasts together, clearly trying to entice her. Maybe it wasn't cumming where she knew her girlfriend would have liked, but she seemed to settle well enough for cumming all over her pale flesh and rubbing the cum into her skin.
Thread: Mx Female Philosophy in the bedroom

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Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

Aramina Honeywine A few days south of Waterdeep down the Trade Way they traveled, each on their own business, close enough together to get hints that they weren't alone on the stretch of road To the north and west of the road the last few miles of the Misty Forest stretched, the primeval magic of the ancient woods an ever-present reminder of the grandeur and danger of the natural world. Beyond the Misty Forest loomed a great gray mesathe High Moore. In the last few minutes of evening, with the sun sinking out of sight beyond the foreboding plateau, up ahead a girl's voice crooned a gentle song in the lyric language of nymphs and sprites. The first to catch up to the tone would espy a buxom young woman, clad in only the scantest garb of living leaves and vines, reclined on a rise beside the road. She sang to welcome the first stars of evening, reclining on a blanket of hr own rose red hair. A little further down the road, a little later in the night, Nolymae of the Moonwood made her way past farms and fields to the gates of Honeyton. With nightfall, the soothing thrum of bees industriously going about their business from flower to flower gave way to serene silence. Then a series of howls that just didn't have the feel of normal, healthy wolves running down bounding dear in the night. A chill was creeping across the silvermaid's flesh. It was as ifdespite the stars hanging in the night like luminous diamonds studying a sable cloak, Shargoddess of darkness and despairheld dominion over this night, and still would even when the moon rose. Perhaps she could persuade the townsfolk to open their gates and let her in despite the late hour? Sylfeal Simbane was having a similar experience as she broke the tree line into the fields surrounding Honeytown.
Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

As Sylfiel broke through the treeline she saw the small walled town of Honeytown before her. The eerie sound of the howling wolves made her shiver. The scarce light from the stars made enough light for her elven eyes to see but the lack of the sun was disturbing. There was something not right about this night at this place. Sylfiel was dressed in her light leather outfit that hugged her body and left little to imagination. Several knives were strapped to her body but she didn't otherwise carry any weapons. She made her way towards the town's gate hoping that they'd open their gates for her despite the late hour.
Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

Abigail Marteau Further back in the forest, riding along the road yet still quite a ways from the treeline is a tall woman astride a large tan destrier, the woman clad in fluted heavy armour and a rose-coloured tabard. The sign of the dawning sun is delicately picked out on one shoulder, and carefully sown onto the heraldry of the imposing horse. Abigail had been riding for several days now, and both she and her horse were getting tired and fatigued, due to the lack of smaller towns in which she could sleep properly. As it was, the pale-haired woman sighed heavily. Far too many of the hamlets in this area were rather untrusting of outsiders, and she had done her very best to foster goodwill via healing and the dispatch of small groups of raiding monsters or randomly roving undead. Despite this sincere effort, their insular nature meant that she had to personally prove herself to each separate town in turn. Another of those wolf-like howls sounded in the distance, the noise surprisingly loud, but not unexpected this close to the Fey lands of the Misty Forest. Abigail was unsure how close the town of Honeyton was, but she was hopeful that she would arrive quite soon. She was not looking foward to yet another night standing resolutely still, and having to call on that sacred and divine power just to avoid ambush - again.
Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

Nolymae Riding a young white horse and shining with a halo of gentle, silvery light, Nolymae approached the gates of Honeytown and dismounted. The girl's slender, graceful figure was clad in little more than a short, gossamer gown which rippled in the night wind, yet the mundane chill of the night seemed to bother her not at all. What did bother her were the frightful howls of the wolves in the nearby woods and the lack of Selune's comforting presence in the sky above. She stroked her steed's mane gently and looked toward the gates, where another traveler had already arrived just before her and was even now requesting entrance. Everywhere she went, Nolymae's inner light cast back darkness around her as surely as a bright torch- a gift she'd had from birth. For now, she suppressed her light so as not to alarm the other woman and the guardsmen of the town, and walked forth to the gate, issuing a soft greeting and adding her voice to the request for sanctuary. My name is Nolymae, and I too have come to request shelter.
Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

Baltana Moving up the road at a decent pace she appeared in what a casual observer might think were rags with a gandasa at her hit and a bow across her back along with a heavy shield - in truth that was mostly illusion from her sleeves and she was dressed in sturdy Darkleaf Hide. She was a somewhat odd figure, mixing an exotic delicate attractiveness with the deadly assurance of one used to the stresses combat - and a seemingly oblivious nature to both aspects. She liked the night, still and quite where you could hear the sounds around you - which is what made her pickup her speed to encounter the potentially sylvan creature singing ahead of her on the road. Sould be some twisted fey spirit, some monster luring people to it, even a hag - she grimaced at that. Or perhaps a friendly dryad or other traveler which might be a pleasant conversation to have. Approaching the red haired beauty here you she sounded in Sylvan what are ya and what are you about - her eyes scanned the creature trying to discern its nature, and than the tracks it had left. See more Knowledge Nature take 10 15 to identify what the Aramina Honeywine is i.e not and animal, fey, monstrous humanoids, plant or vermin. Survival take 10 16 To note if the Aramina Honeywine tracks match what she appears to be.
Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

Balenor was more creature of the night than of the sun, not only was he a dream speaker but he had grown up in the Temple of a moon goddess and was later claimed by the shadows themselves. Still, he did not like the feel of this one an almost tangible sense of menace crawled along his skin and time had long since past to find shelter. The night makes him uneasy with nothing but a thought to the sleeves on his wrist he transfers his clothing into garments equal to even the darkest nights. His unease is felt by his familiar who makes a slight error in his evening work. No No No! I have told you before when making those you need to apply the nightshade after the Naga venom here use this first! Reaching into his pack he pulls out a vial and passes it through an air hole on the sachel the familiar often calls home being what he is he has no need for light so the witch covers the box so it reflects nothing. There now that just about ought to do it I think we are ready to finish up those vestments. Just as soon as you weave in that nightshade. The night is getting to him and he will soon be needed to help with the finishing touches of his next project gathering the shadows of the new night he manipulates fate in his favor, letting loose a cackle that would make any hag proud when done. A few moments later with a few arcane gestures he manipulates the powers coming from the box ordering them into the proper patterns that can sustain the magical powers already imbued into the cloth. Wonderful! these will probably sell nicely in this region given how nature is having its way with the place. Now I want to put your box away so that it does not reflect any light come on out. The door to the box opens seemingly on its own and out comes a scorpion the size of the average house cat. It crawls up the front of the elf over his face and disappears somewhere inside the hood nesting so that it can watch out for any incoming dangers. The elf reaches into the box and pulls out a green overcoat with an exquisite forest scene done in gold embroidery and places it in his backpack before shoving the container seemingly too large inside one of the side pouches. Another cackle escaping his lips. He travels thus the only trace of his passage is the intimidating laughter. Spellcraft 24 to make those With a fortune hex and a cackle to keep it going.
Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

Narunir The night was rapidly cooling off as a lone figure made his way along the road from Waterdeep to Cormyr. Not that anyone could tell their gender just by looking at them, as the cloak they were wearing covered their entire body. Nevertheless, Narunir walked along, shivering slightly as he walked. Despite the late hour he was eager to reach his destination, and the warm bed that awaited him at the end of it.
Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

Aramina Honeywine Yellow-green eyes opened and a smile stretched across rosy lips. The redhead rose to a seated position on the rise beside the road, looking across and down at the hard bodied, raven haired girl. Oh! she gave a delighted squeal. You have such a lovely accent. It's been a few weeks... Oh! she piped up in delight again. You have leaf armor too, and the most beautiful eyes. Please say we can be friends? She hopped up and danced down to the road, bounding over the ditch to land close to the changeling, offering her hand. My name is Aramina, daughter of Honeywine. The inflection she gave the single syllable joining Aramina and Honeywine suggested to a Sylvan speaker that the relationship was adoptive. And you want to know what I am? Well... She gave a little shrug that made her bosom rise and fall despite the scant support the leaves offered. I... Suppose I'm human? It's an odd question, don't you think? What are you?
Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

Baltana She was slightly confused by the womans reaction, traveling was dangerous and as such this seems an odd reaction to her ... but she did appear human and her tracks seems to indicate as such. Grasping her hand she allowed her finger nails - as sharp as a dagger - to slip over the womans skin slightly to get a feel for her, not enough to cut or hurt but enought that she could be comfortable that the woman did not have a hags, or even a changelings natural resilience. Aramina might notice that the shorter womans own skin while soft was somewhat unwielding, similiar to how her own was when she used nature to ward herself. Hmm ... perhaps we can be friends she pulled the taller woman close looking up at her, using her movements to gauge strenght - strong but not oddly so. You seem to be telling the truth to me so I will trust ya she held the woman close for now, but if you turn out to be some beastie seeking to kill and eat me I will not be happy she held her gaze for a few seconds but than blushed as she realised the intimacy of there position her head tilted to look into the womans eyes made her chin right at the woman's soft bosom. She let go and jumped away blushing sorry, not used to odd travelers on the road - so cautious and thought you might be some hag or the like luring in victims she quickly explained before composing herself. Sharess was a goddess of passion but Balthana was only a lay worshiper at best and so equate it to the passion of battle, she had mostly avoided other passions as a rule - but that was not to say she was unfamiliar with them, looking at the woman as a friendly human in the woods rather than a monster wanting to eat her made the whole thing somewhat odder. Anyway adopted daughter of a human, child of a half elf, Balthana she introduced herself she felt that more didn't need to be said on that on her heritage - experienced beastie killer . Her eyes met the human's again ya didn't say what you were about Aramina she retured to point after having been distracted.
Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

Honey Town's wall was about twelve feet high, with small towers on either side of the arched gate. Four archers stood on those towers, bows held causally at their sides with one hand, arrows knocked. They were bearded men, not handsome, but fit and clean, wearing breastplates, short swords, and quivers. Their eyesdifferent shades of brownwandered Nolymae's body as she approached. Three more men stepped into before the silvermaid, one setting a lantern down behind them so they could see each other clearly. Two of the gaudsmen bore heavy cudgels, sheathed swords, and sturdy shields. Randal Thrace, Seargent of the Night Watch The third of them wore a finer and heavier armor. Rather than a shield, he wore a greatsword across his back and a cudgel on his hip. This was the man who addressed her. Good evening, fair maiden. Its' a shame you got here so late. I'm forbidden to allow any entry to the town after dark. The werewolves who haunt the forest are a great danger, as are the bandits who seek to steal the town's mead. Sylfiel could hear this discussion as she drew closer. The archer's eyes rose to the sleek elfmaid in her revealing outfit.
Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

As she approached, Sylfiel could hear the discussion at the gate. The talk of werewolves didn't make her feel any more comfortable. The dark and grim tales of the vile beasts were enough to make a shiver run down her spine. She came up next to the fair white haired woman that looked so beautiful and delicate, like she'd just stepped out of a dream. Sylfiel would have complimented her beautiful dress had they been in the security of the town. Instead she said to the man on the wall, My good man. As you can see we are neither bandits out to steal mead nor are we werewolves. She licked her lips and continued, We just need a safe place to stay for the night and if you are the one to help us I'm sure we can find out a way to compensate you that will satisfy you. Sylfiel knew that simple men like these only thought of one thing. Gold. And she still had some left and tonight seemed like a good time to spend some to avoid spending the night with werewolves and bandits.
Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

To many, Alyx would appear to be a common traveler. Unarmed and unarmored, he almost looked vulnerable - still a tall and well built man, but with no weapon and no armor, surely he could not be a normal threat, right? And yet he had a natural confidence to his stride, a calm and collected look about him that showed he felt little danger for the world around him. Dressed in well furnished but also well worn travelers clothing, his dark skin and hair were a contrast to his gold flecked pupils, almost glowing as they looked across his destination. It seemed he was not alone on his path two women, a redhead of questionably leafy attire, and another woman were on the same road as well. Moving to approach them in a more open manner, he gave a small smile to the two, Ah, this seems like im on the right road then. Though I wasnt expecting to run into others. His accent was a little unusual, clearly not from the area and this close, one could see that bits of his skin almost seemed to shimmer in the growing darkness.
Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

Narunir Looking up briefly Narunir was shocked to see a few other figures on the road before him. After all, it was late, and one would expect most sane people to be safely in their beds by now And what did that say about him, he carefully didn't wonder. As he came closer though a crimson blush came to his face as he saw how one of the woman was dressed. I wasn't expecting to see so many people on the road so late, he said, his eyes occasionally flickering to the redhead's significant cleavage, always looking away after a second from embarrassment. Still, I'm always happy to meet a fellow traveler. Narunir Cadarn's the name, pleased to meet you all!
Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

Traveling down a road at night one of the worst things a lone traveler can come across is a group of people. Of course, that is exactly what would happen on a night like this one is going to be. Thankfully he notices the band up ahead has a friendly face in it and if the other three are any trouble, a repeat customer who does seem to have a bit of honor so he believes at worst the odds will be 2 against 3 not bad considering... He cackles to himself and cast mage armor just in case it should last him till he can find shelter even if they are not hostile. Pike get ready we are going to come across a group of people soon and if they are hostile we are going to do our normal thing, I incapacitate them and you slit their throats... maybe they will even have some things to sell... If they are not hostile then we will be safer in numbers. I will go when you are ready. He speaks out as he approaches the group. Hello Alyx I do hope I am not interrupting an... intimate gathering. Exactly what is going on here? Balenor cannot help but cackle in embarrassment as he notices he just walked up to a woman in armor standing whit a customer and another female barely dressed in leaves and a half-breed in just pants.
Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

Character Image The dark furred women spurred on her oxen to pull her covered wagon in the direction her and her mother's vision guided her. She mused to herself about the vision and what the goddess was getting her into now. Feline eyes scanned the trail ahead, peeled for anything out of the ordinary. She also took care to spot anyone else on the trail before she ran them over.
Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

Aramina Honeywine The redhead's smile widened when the raven haired girl said they might be friends. She frowned at the mention of beasts. Oh, yes, She gave a little sigh. A werewolf pretended to be my friend once. I had to chase her away with fire. It was horible, I must of cried for a week. The redhead leaned in quickly and gave the changeling a peck on the cheek. A deal, then. I won't turn into a monster if you won't, okay? Asked again what she'd been doing, the redhead took a step back, glanced at the setting sun, and gave a contented sigh. I was just soaking up some Sun. It feels really good, you know? Misha Willow taught me how to do it last year. Those last golden rays felt so nice... Oh, she turned to face the newcomer. Good evening there. How do you do? she greeted him in common. The redhead repeated that when another man arrived a moment later, cheeks taking on a pleased heat when she realized where his eyes had roamed. I'm Aramina Honeywine. This is my friend Balthana.
Thread: (Forgotten Realms Pathfinder: Seeds of Evil) Ch. 1: The Gates of Honey Town

Baltana She looked at the newcomers with unhidden suspicion hmph she snorted caution Aramina they could be bandits or worse turning to the newcomers and that being the case ye might want to move on - ya will find I have little patients for trouble on the road fixing Balenor with a glare or cackling madmen for that matter . Three would be a challange but they didn't seem overly armoured - which might be misleading - still at least one would likely regret starting an attack on them.