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Thread: Teachers Can't Deny Instincts|Alexio|DawnShadows

Charlotte continued to hide her gaze from his, still slightly displeased with the whole thing. But as his teeth moved against her skin once more she couldn't help but curl into the movement. As he moved down she tilted her head back and to the side, a continuous roll until her shoulders were back as well. Regaining herself quickly as he stopped she took out her frustration by grinding against him harder, daring a look up into his eyes before looking at his suit. A noticeable shiver and moan stirred her as she felt his claws, the sudden fear causing her rhythm to falter, pushing herself back as much as his lap allowed possible. Charlotte calmed as he moved to her stomach, righting herself but stopping her grinding. Fear was still coursing through her veins but she set to work on removing some of Brock's suit. She didn't want to look at it anymore, it didn't suit the situation. The tie might be able to stay if anything but the rest of his articles represented authority. Since her shirt was tight it moved up as his hands moved, the off white fur of her tight stomach in view. Her skirt held tightly to her waist even though the bottom had been crumpled slightly due to their close encounter. Charlotte unbuttoned his jacket slowly, glad to be getting rid of the thing. She wouldn't go so far as taking it off him yet, instead moving her hands to his shirt. It was not tight like her own so when she placed her hands underneath the fabric fell over them like a curtain, hiding his torso. She ran her fingers through the soft fur, moving her hands to his back so she leaned closer into him.
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Thread: Female looking for male rpers. 50% Romance and 50% Smut.

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Thread: Female looking for male rpers. 50% Romance and 50% Smut.

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Thread: Looking for kinky roleplay partner

Kristophe345 said Females who are really into roleplay send me a pm. I am into all kinds of roleplay so feel free to suggest anything. Bondage, incest, etc. Click to expand... I'm looking for a quick one shot roleplay, and I have a sort of idea involving a hitchhiker idea? It can get longer if it works out that way but if you don't want to be tied down that's fine too.
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Thread: A sunday morning surprise...Big Bro for Curious Little Sis

Sunday morning had crept up on everyone. They knew he would be leaving soon. Mom and Dad didnt let this interupt there regular sunday morning routine as they busily hurried to ready themselves for sunday morning services at church. They had bother been sheltered...sis more so than brother...however today was different...bubby wasnt up and mother and father offered for her to stay home. Usually she had no say in the matter and had to always go...but...for some reason...maybe seeing as he didnt have much time left stateside...they wanted someone there for him when he woke up. He heard the shutting of the car doors as his eyes opened slowly...the bright, sunny morning a welcome view. he felt it stream in over his covered body...he was quiet warm so he eased the blankets down and began to stretch. Not really expecting anyone home he sat up...stretched...yawned and let hi feet hit the floor. They had always been close for brother and sister...after all he had looked out for her and always held a special place for her in his heart. He walked into the hallway...glancing the rooms...mom an dad...gone...sis...gone...it had always just been the 4 of them...but theyre parents were extreme work aholics...this furthered there bond...as well as there relationship...he eased down the stairs...taking his time...enjoying having a moment all to himself. He wore his loose boxers thinking nothing of anyone being home...
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Thoril wandered along the traveler's road through the Forests of Sylvari making his way towards the lands of the Horse Lords, hoping to hire himself out as a mercenary in human King Thoril's army. He had been traveling for two weeks, and both his coin and food supply ran low. Thoril was of a big stature, broad shouldered, and muscular. He had dark brown hair, cut short, and a short scruffy beard from not shaving in two weeks. He was attired all in black, wearing a black studded leather cuirass, shoulder pads, and black spiked vembraces. He wore black trousers with a worn leather travel boots that almost came up to his knees. He was armed with a longsword which he wore on his left hip. He rested his palm on the pommel of the hilt. He all of a sudden heard the sounds and felt the tremble in the earth of many runners, and loud screams from a thicker part of the woods. He went off the dirt road and ran towards the sounds of danger He finally found the cause of the commotion orcs. There were about 40 of them, and they were raiding a traveling caravan. He saw the dead bodies of many men, and even one or two women. He saw a large orc ready to bring down an axe on a mother clutching an infant. In a flash Thoril dashed in a drew his sword blocking the axe. He than preceded to cut of the orc's arm, and disembowel him. Run now! he beckoned the woman, who obliged quickly as Thoril went on towards the fray He began to cut down as many orcs as possible, until they saw him as enough of a threat to forget the caravan target in order to eliminate him. He was soon surrounded by ten orcs, and as mighty a warrior as he was, he knew he couldn't take 10 at once like this. He charged in towards the warrior in front of him, sticking his blade through his body, but soon felt the orcs swarm around him. He felt a sharp pain as an orc slashed down on his shoulder, tearing through the leather armor and imbedding itself in his flesh. He yelled in pain as he tore away, and beheaded the orc He tried his best to scramble out of the fray, succeeding only after taking a vicious mace wound to his forearm. Common! Take me if you can you cowards! he yelled, as he retreated, doubling back occasionally to cut down an orc He soon came towards a bridge and decided to make a stand. He knew he still had a chance if he could funnel the remaining orcs on the bridge. The odds were still against him, as he was seriously injured and bleeding profusely. He cut down one or two orcs, but soon took a crossbow bolt to the right side of his abdomen. He doubled back over the bridge, part of him realizing he was now in Elf territory, and backed up against a large tree. Let's bash 'is skull in and eat his guts! yelled one orc, snarling at him Thoril readied his blade, ready for the inevitable
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Elowen twisted and lunged between the Orcs ranks, destroying anything that came within reach of her blade. The Elves have no love for the Orcs and the overwhelming stench of filth and gore roused her spirit. She entrusted the human at her back yet as he tired his movements slowed. She kept his weak form in her peripheral until the Orcs lay slain on the precious forest floor. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and turned away from the deformed corpses that stained the soil. Elowen looked at the man cautiously. His dark raiment clung tightly to his strong form, soaked in blood that streamed steadily from his sword arm. Elowen parted her lips to speak but the man lost consciousness. She darted forward to catch the man as he fell, softening his collapse by curling one slender arm beneath him. Even with her Elven strength, the man felt heavy. She lowered him to the ground to spare his injured arm and stood over him, contemplating his unexpected appearance, when her companions arrived. Elowen! Gindolin called. She greeted him in her native tongue and answered their questioning glances by explaining what she had witnessed. Orcsso close to our border. This is what comes of welcoming humans into our forest, Elidyr said, shaking his fair head in disdain. If the people of the caravan are dead, then we will give them proper burial. Leave the man. We cannot leave him, Elowen insisted. It would be unjust. Elidyr looked at her sharply, a challenge ready on his lips, when Gindolin interfered. Gindolin, wise beyond their years, claimed superiority in their small sentry. With his graceful arms outspread, he said, Let us heal the man. He has done a good deed and should be repaid for it. When he has recovered, we will escort him from the forest. Elidyr nodded and reluctantly helped Gindolin hoist the injured man onto his back. Together, they made their way to the Healers infirmary where the Elven healers laid the man on a soft bed and tended his wounds. Gindolin and Elidyr split yet again Elidyr gathering Elves to collect the fallen innocents for burial and Gindolin making an official report to the Lord of Sylvari. Gindolin insisted that it would be wise for Elowen to accompany him due to her participation in the conflict yet Elowen politely declined. I am needed here, Gindolin. I will meet with our Lord when he calls upon me, Elowen said. Gindolin bowed his head and with a curious glance at the wounded man, left the infirmary. The healers completed their work and departed. The rough warrior Elowen had encountered now seemed tamer wrapped in bandages on a white cotton sheet. The open walls of the infirmary revealed a beautiful birds view of the Elven city houses grown out of tree roots and nestling high in the canopy. A soft wind rustled the leaves of the tree and caressed Elowens cheek as she settled into a wooden chair grown out of the floor near the mans bed and patiently waited for him to awaken.
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Elowen sat serenely in her chair as evening fell over Sylvari. The beauty of twilight beneath the trees still fascinated her centuries later. Her Elven blood would always be drawn to the silvery boles of the forest. She couldn't imagine dwelling in one of the large cities humans inhabited. Those she had visited were cramped and squalid. Elowen wondered where this man hailed from. She turned her peaceful gaze to his silent form, still unconscious on the bedspread, when he finally stirred. She extended a hand, prepared to steady the man as he pulled himself upright. Elowen watched as he examined his bandages, touching each tender wound, and she also let her eyes roam freely. His chiseled torso appeared much stronger than the Elven men she knew who, despite their inhuman strength, were of slender build. Elowen straightened when the man caught her gaze and waited patiently for him to speak. The Elves did not often take humans into their inner city. He would certainly have many questions for her. You are in Sylvari, Elowen replied. She gestured toward the view she had admired during his unconsciousness. She also had questions for this man - several of which Lord Gawyn would later inquire - but she had learned patience over the centuries and instead simply asked, What is your name, human?
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Imogen said Elowen sat serenely in her chair as evening fell over Sylvari. The beauty of twilight beneath the trees still fascinated her centuries later. Her Elven blood would always be drawn to the silvery boles of the forest. She couldn't imagine dwelling in one of the large cities humans inhabited. Those she had visited were cramped and squalid. Elowen wondered where this man hailed from. She turned her peaceful gaze to his silent form, still unconscious on the bedspread, when he finally stirred. She extended a hand, prepared to steady the man as he pulled himself upright. Elowen watched as he examined his bandages, touching each tender wound, and she also let her eyes roam freely. His chiseled torso appeared much stronger than the Elven men she knew who, despite their inhuman strength, were of slender build. Elowen straightened when the man caught her gaze and waited patiently for him to speak. The Elves did not often take humans into their inner city. He would certainly have many questions for her. You are in Sylvari, Elowen replied. She gestured toward the view she had admired during his unconsciousness. She also had questions for this man - several of which Lord Gawyn would later inquire - but she had learned patience over the centuries and instead simply asked, What is your name, human? Click to expand... My name is Thoril he replied as he extended his one good arm to shake her hand. He than looked at her, admiring her elegant facial features, the color of her hair, etc. He slowly shifted and stood up from the bed and limped towards the open view of Sylvari. He looked over the trees, and the elegant architecture inspired by them I have heard of the fair forests of Sylvari from many travelers coming into the city of Relogar. But none of their descriptions do this view justice he said His eyes turned back to the elven woman. I wasn't entirely sure how your character looks like, so I wasn't able to describe how he admired her What is your name
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Relogar. Elowen recognized it - a human city far south of the forest. She stood to join Thoril at the open wall, sweeping her ebony hair over her shoulder. Her eyes reflected the silver of dying sunlight filtered through the branches as she surveyed the familiar view. I am Elowen, she replied in her musical voice. She studied Thoril from the corner of her eye, unable to fathom what carried him to the trees of Sylvari. You have traveled far, Thoril. It is unfortunate you received such a poor welcome into our city. Elowen paused, many questions hanging on the tip of her tongue, until she couldn't resist saying, Lord Gawyn will wonder what quest brings you so close to our borders. I am also curious - what takes you so far from home?
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Imogen said Relogar. Elowen recognized it - a human city far south of the forest. She stood to join Thoril at the open wall, sweeping her ebony hair over her shoulder. Her eyes reflected the silver of dying sunlight filtered through the branches as she surveyed the familiar view. I am Elowen, she replied in her musical voice. She studied Thoril from the corner of her eye, unable to fathom what carried him to the trees of Sylvari. You have traveled far, Thoril. It is unfortunate you received such a poor welcome into our city. Elowen paused, many questions hanging on the tip of her tongue, until she couldn't resist saying, Lord Gawyn will wonder what quest brings you so close to our borders. I am also curious - what takes you so far from home? Click to expand... He paused. Well, as you can guess I am a swordsman. I was actually taught by a sword master named Thranduil who served your Lord Gawyn about 100 years ago. I was traveling towards Roeun to looking for mercenary work in King Grandl's army he said I heard the sounds of fighting and saw the orcs assaulting the caravan, and so I jumped in to help. Soon I was surrounded and unintentionally began to retreat into Sylvari he added
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Elowen nodded and studied Thoril closely. His unshaven face and state of his garments made it evident that he had spent a considerable amount of time in the wilderness. He spoke with her easily enough but seemed a man of few words. Elowen replied, Your master must have been a great swordsman if he trained with Lord Gawyn. Soft footsteps approached the open doorway and Elowen turned. Elidyr nodded politely but kept his sharp eyes trained on Thoril's large form. He did not offer a formal greeting - considered highly offensive among Elven society - and Elowen frowned. A sense of foreboding settled in her stomach. Whatever decision reached about Thoril would be a poor one if Elidry were involved. She couldn't speak to her concern about the human - she didn't understand herself - but it felt wrong to turn an injured man away after such a valiant act. Elidyr. Did you need something? Elowen asked politely. Lord Gawyn wishes to speak with you, Elidyr said. Both of you. He turned away, leaving Elowen to escort Thoril. She gestured toward the open door, indicating that Thoril should follow her, and led the way to Lord Gawyn's chambers.
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Although not able to completely read Elidyr's displays of contempt, he felt a bit concerned. His instinct told him to keep an eye on him in the future. When Elidyr mentioned that Lord Gawyn wished an audience with them, he felt a combination of nervousness, and curiosity he wished to meet the man whom his master served as a vassal. Thoril was in fact schooled in an older form of Elvish swordsmanship by his master Thranduil. It was fighting style that unbeknownst to him was almost lost He hastily put on a tunic to cover his wounded torso, and followed behind Elowen's graceful gait. Before he knew it his eyes looked over her graceful form. She was very curvy and full figured compared to the half-elfs he dealt with in the past rather intimately. His eyes momentarily affixed to her well shaped rear and long shapely legs before as he walked behind her Might I ask were is my sword and armor? he queried as he leveled his eyes towards the back of her head, his Dwarven forged blade a prized possession of his.
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Your weapons and armor will be returned to you shortly, Elowen replied. She doubted that the Elves would tolerate a human in their midst for long. Elidyr would personally escort Thoril all the way back to Relogar if necessary. Elowen nodded politely to the Healers who had tended to the man's wounds as they left the infirmary, exiting to a sturdy landing high in the forest canopy. A stairwell spiraled gracefully around the tree's massive trunk but Elowen led Thoril around the landing to a long bridge spanning to another tree. The route to Lord Gawyn's throne continued in much the same way. Slender bridges hand-crafted from the silvery rope unique to the Elves connected a network of trees - the Elves could traverse much of their city without ever setting foot on the forest floor. The Elves they passed bowed their heads politely - a gesture Elowen graciously returned - but their guarded eyes swept over Thoril's muscular figure in curiosity and, at times, dislike. Elowen motioned to certain buildings they passed, explaining the most interesting points of their city to the man she escorted. She also inadvertently advised him in how to greet Lord Gawyn to spare him further animosity. After nodding respectfully to an elder Elf slipping past them on a bridge, Elowen said, We commend honor and respect in our society - Lord Gawyn especially so. A courteous bow will suffice for most of our Elders but it would be wise to greet Lord Gawyn in accordance with our tradition - like so. Elowen demonstrated a strange motion with her hands, first touching her forehead with two delicate fingers then twisting her hand, palm outward, in front of her chest with her head bowed. It conveyed respect and loyalty - an expression she knew Lord Gawyn would take into consideration. Before long, they had reached one of the largest trees in Sylvari where an impressive platform nestled between two colossal branches. A large archway permitted entrance to a chamber - one of the few walled rooms in all of the city - enclosed by the leafy branches of the tree. Elowen paused before the two sentries at the archway and motioned for Thoril to enter first.
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Thoril payed attention to the people's animosity towards him. Such was to be expected, in fact during his first few months with Tharanduil, but nevertheless he felt very uncomfortable. He payed attention to Elowen when she showed him the sights of Sylvari, and when she showed him the formal elven greeting. He walked between the two sentries when they came to what he assumed was the throne room of lord Gawyn. He saw the elven king and bowed to him, doing the hand gesture Elowen showed him as best he could Lord Gawyn, my name is Thoril Hadhafgang, and I suppose I am the human everyone is talking about Thoril said, addressing Lord Gawyn with a mixture of respect and self-depracating humor
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Lord Gawyn fixed his enigmatic stare on the human before his throne. Nearly a century had passed since a man stood in the wooden chamber of the Elven Lord. The Elves, even more reclusive then, had required the sword-master to prove his prowess in battle several times over before they accepted him into their sacred city. Now, a human strolled freely through their forest - escorted by one of his prized warriors - without the consent of the Elders. Lord Gawyn granted that Thoril knew how to make an entrance - but he doubted the impression left upon their people would be positive. Lord Gawyn glanced Elowen and in their brief eye contact, she understood that a full account of her actions would be expected in a private audience. For the time being, Gawyn's serene features turned toward Thoril. He said in a lilting - yet strangely masculine - voice, I have heard of the Orc horde that slaughtered the traders destined for Sylvari and my sentries have informed me of your courageous deeds. Lord Gawyn paused, his erect posture leaning against the back of his throne in contemplation. Unsure of how to continue, he asked, You traveled dangerously close to our borders. Even a human must sense the powerful wards of our ancestors when so near. What do you expect to find here, Thoril?
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He bowed to Lord Gawyn, hoping that politeness and diplomacy will prevent mere animosity to become hostility Lord Gawyn, I would not have ventured into your lands had it not been for the orc's assault on the caravan. Once the fray escalated I had to retreat because they all began to swarm on me. he said I was traveling all the way from Relogar to Reun to serve in king Grandl's army since I recently finished my training under the sword master Thranduil. he added My master Thranduil served under you during the Black Skull wars against the Trolls and the Orcs. In fact he gave me the blade of the Dwaven King Beron, who died in the final battle he said If I can have my belongings I can show you the blade, and the letter certifying mastership from Thranduil, so that you know I speak the truth he offered
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You seem an honest man, Thoril, Lord Gawyn admitted. He gestured at an Elf by his side, dressed regally in the Elves' finest armor and wielding a long spear. Please retrieve the items found upon this man. He will need them. In the long silence that followed, Lord Gawyn scrutinized the human. Elowen confessed that she admired his composure beneath the penetrating gaze of the Elf Lord. Only years of training and self-discipline had enabled her to do so. As if reading her thoughts, Lord Gawyn turned to her and asked, And how did you, Lady Elowen, find this man? Lady Elowen recounted her view of events - approaching the footpath to greet the caravan and realizing their borders were breached, then encountering the Orcs' slaughter and the lone man that stood against them. She also described the wounds Thoril had received, subtly implying that he would take some time to fully heal. Lord Gawyn dipped his head in agreement, a careful eye assessing the many bandages apparent under Thoril's tunic. If you wished to join a war on King Grandl's behalf, you will need to rest first. It will take some time before you are fit for it, Lord Gawyn said. The Elf returned with a bundle wrapped in a silken Elven cloth. The hilt and point of a long sword emerged from either side. The Elf offered the unwieldy parcel to the human and retreated to his station at Gawyn's side. Lord Gawyn looked expectantly at Thoril and asked, What will you do now, Thoril?