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Thread: A Tale of the Old West (Isabelle & Master Machiavelli)

Although she seemed poised, sitting straight with a gentle smile on her face, Stella was reeling in her seat. She couldn't handle the verbal assault that Mrs. Perrins released onto her. She spoke of many things---of shoes and invitations, lemonade and dresses! It was all rather---confusing. Stella was used to tracking men and animals, such frivolous things were new to her. Yes, they interested her a great deal, but she simply could not keep up with Mrs. Perrins! So, Malachi's little sweet heart simply nodded as the lady of the house continued. Her husband seemed content as he continued to eat his soup. And master Brandon... Stella looked to him for a moment from the corner of her eye. He was surely no more than three years older than she, and he was quite handsome of face. It made Stella feel quite nervous. She shifted, and then---he spoke. Stella blushed just a touch, as she looked down the table towards Malachi. His voice was so strong and clear that it silenced Mrs. Perrins words. Stella's worry settled as she heard her papa's kind words. Oh! How she wished she could go to him and hug him! He was far too sweet. Mr. Perrins then struck up a new conversation with Malachi, as dinner continued. The soup course ended, and they were quickly greeted with a plateful of ham and a variety of vegetables. It had been a long time since Stella had such a fine meal. Brandon still posed her with small talk. He was a sweet man. Dinner finished, and everyone disbursed. After eating so much, Stella felt the need for a long sleep! Malachi escorted her back to their room. Once in the safe confines, she was able to strip out of her outfit. There was quite a ruckus of rustling fabric coming from behind the devide as she removed every article that hugged her body. Along were the subtle gasps, and sighs of relief as she was released. Stella was always much more successful at undoing her own corset, rather than tying it up. Standing infront of the dressing mirror in the nude, Stella looked herself over. She certainly was not twelve years old any more. Pulling on her bloomers and tank top, Stella took care of cleaning up the area, folding up her dress and packing away her corset. She smiled softly, seeing Malachi shaving himself. Is it exciting, papa? I haven't been dancing for so long! She drew nearer, holding her hands behind her back, sticking her unbound chest out that much more. Oh, how perky they were when they were free!
Thread: A Tale of the Old West (Isabelle & Master Machiavelli)

Dinner progressed and it reminded Malachi of an earlier time in his life, when he was 'Brandon,' only a few years younger, just before he ran off to the excitement of the war. Some excitement it had turned out to be, and when he returned everything had been swept away by the Yankees and their 'terrible swift sword.' The meal was excellent- so much better then the usual vittles he and Stella usually rustled up each night. As the meal ended Mr. Perrins invited Mal to join him in a cigar, but the bounty hunter politely declined. It's been a very long day sir, we've both been up since well before dawn. But if you'll allow me a rain check, I'd like to enjoy a cigar with you perhaps tomorrow night? The east Texas lilt of his voice slid across his lips like honey with a little southern accent, rolling beneath the stronger twang of the west. Mr. Perrins had no choice but to accept his apology. Back in their room, he pulled off his jacket and vest and put them on a hanger- the first time in months they'd been properly hung. Next came his shirt which he draped over the back of the chair. and he sat down in it, pouring fresh water in the basin and drawing out a shaving mug with soap and brush and a long, straight bladed razor. He sat on a chair as he heard his sweet girl rustling behind the screen and smiled contentedly before dipping the brush into the basin to wet it and then into the mug to build up the lather for his shave. He dabbed the brush across his whiskers, rough as sandpaper and the thin lather coated them in preparation for the razor. He looked over and smiled as his sweet girl turned the corner of the screen and asked him about the ball. He nodded as he smiled and admired her as she so easily crossed the room. It is. It will be a wonderful night. The Perrins' are a good southern family and they will sure know how to throw a ball. Stella's exclamation on dancing made him realize that he couldn't remember the last time he'd danced either. So as she approached him, her hands behind her back, perfectly perky breasts leading her advance, Mall placed the mug down, stood and took a step towards his little girl. His strong hand easily found the small of her back and he pulled her slightly closer to him as he offered his other hand. He was smiling through the shaving lather and his ice blue eyes were full of life. Then may I have this dance? He asked in a soft voice and took her hand. The bounty hunter was still capable of surprises, even after all of these years.
Thread: A Tale of the Old West (Isabelle & Master Machiavelli)

For a moment, Stella forgot how big Malachi actually was. Having him stand up in front of her was daunting enough as it was, but the idea was cemented into her mind until he stepped that much closer to herself. She innocently tilted her head up, so she could look onto his face. Ah! Such a sweet view he was blessed with. His free-spirited little girl appearing so meek and petite as any young lady should. With pink cheeks from a slight blush which had never been truly seen in his presence, and those large eyes filled with wonder. Her hands slipped from their grip, falling to her sides for a moment. A smile took over her face as Stella snapped out of her dream-like state. Taking a gentle hold of his hand, her own surprisingly soft for such a life she lead with Mal. Her opposite hand came and found a resting place on his shoulder. With his hand on the small of her back, he pulled her in closer. Stella was encased by his musky scent something she had grown so used to. She loved resting her head on his chest at night, and just relishing in his smell. With her smile still plastered on her face, Stella began counting, And 1-2-3! 1-2-3! 2-2-3! The two slowly began to waltz around the room, switching off counting numbers so the other could laugh. Being with Malachi certainly was fun!
Thread: A Tale of the Old West (Isabelle & Master Machiavelli)

He smiled as she settled into him and felt her small, warm hand on his shoulder. Malachi moved easily as Stella began to count the time and his feet remembered days long past when they used to dance. As he led he was amazed at how effortlessly Stella responded to the slightest pressure of his fingers on the small of her back, the seemed in perfect harmony. Looking down into her deep red tresses as he felt her breath on his chest was heaven- something which he hoped to never lose. Before long the counting stopped and they simply danced in the quiet of the room, enjoying one another and the music they created themselves. With a final motion Malachi took Stella's hand on his shoulder in his and twirled her slowly and as she returned to face him he sat back down on the chair he'd started in, drawing his beautiful girl down and into his lap.
Thread: A Tale of the Old West (Isabelle & Master Machiavelli)

The possibility of them being like this forever could very easily happen. Wether it was a night, or early in the morn, with her curled right up to him, her plush cheek to his chest, her steady breathing. A gentle embrace. Dancing like they did now. Or even much more deviant pass times. Which ever had her breathing against his chest. She gave him a slight nuzzle, like she did soft when she slept. It was so pleasant to be like this with him. Not having to worry about someone coming in the middle of the night and robbing them, or trying to worse. No... They could just simply be. Sure Stella had known Malachi for a long time, but how much did she really know? Eventually their dancing came to an end, but their hands still remained holding onto the one another's. Stella wore a small smile on her face as she swayed from side to side while her papa took a seat in the rather large chair. His strong arms gave a gentle tug, and she knew all too well what he meant by it. Carefully she moved forward, slipping one leg over his lap. Eventually she sat on him, her legs stradling his sides. Shifting forward, Stella reapplied the cream, just because she found it fun to do so. Taking the blade in one hand, she sharpened it on a piece of worn leather. Stella had this habit of humming whenever she worked. Eventually she was leaning her plush little body up against his as she began to shave his neck. Papa, when was the last time you went to something like this?
Thread: Bartender and me (demented-tigern and I)

The night sky was clear, the air was crisp. Fresh snow on the ground reflected light, and made it easier to see around. Christopher Thomas was the Police Chief of the Toronto Police, he was a large older man. Well built from head to toe, he wondered the streets at night, something was on his mind and it bothered him. Coming to a bar, it seemed empty, he wondered why, plus he needed to use the washroom. Walking towards the bar, he peered into the window and saw a lone bartender worker, maybe they were closed. Not wanting to startle the young woman Chris gently tapped on the window, and made a gesture to ask if he could come on. Chris was still in his uniform, he had finished work, but did not go straight home. His medium lenght hair was dirty blonde, but white streaks could be seen as his hair was the only thing that really had shown the age of the 50 year old man.
Thread: Bartender and me (demented-tigern and I)

It was late and business was slow. Esmeralda wanted to go home. But for some reason, her boss would get very irrate if the bar closed any earlier than 1 in the morning. It was only 1230, on a Wednesday night. The last of the customers had lumbered off several minutes ago. Only two other employees were left, the supervisor, counting the day's money in the back office, and another in the kitchen, wiping the counters. Esmeralda herself was tinkering with a cloth and the counter. She was a pretty girl, Esmeralda. She had rich, black hair, tied in a high ponytail, pale skin, blue eyes, and a sleek, curvy body. Her stomach was flat and firm, and her breasts bulged out in massive E-cups. She wore a too-tight polo shirt, black slacks, and dress shoes. She was startled when a cop appeared at the door, asking for admitance. The door's open, she said, coming to let him in. It was unlocked, so all she had to do was push it out. She returned to the counter. May I get you anything, officer?
Thread: Bartender and me (demented-tigern and I)

Chris stepped in and smiled as the young woman let him in, he had no idea her breasts were that size. From afar he thought it was just the lighting. uuhhh thank you young miss, and please Chris is fine, I am done my shift for today, and pretty soon I will be done for good. Chris said as he ended that with a sigh. Sitting down he noticed there was someone in the back of the bar cleaning. Let me have a Canadian please my dear Chris said unable to keep his eyes off of her body, she pretty much had the perfect body it amazed him. Thanking the young woman Chris took the first sip of the beer, gently laying it down Chris ran his fingers through his hair, blowing his exhales out though his mouth. Young lady how old do you think is too old? I mean I am 50 years old, and they want to retire me, but I have the speed and endurance of a 20 something year old guy. Chris said more not looking for an answer just wanted to get steam out of his mind. My wife left me 3 years ago, took my daughter, and I never got to see her graduate highschool, she moved to the states and I don't have the time to go down there Chris added taking a full mouth full of the beer, it now was half done.
Thread: Bartender and me (demented-tigern and I)

Esmeralda didn't understand why the cop requested a beer, thanked her, and then started drinking before she'd so much as had an opportunity to go searching for a Canadian. Besides, where had he gotten the stuff anyway? His sudden outburst also startled her. It wasn't so much the randomness of it. She was used to men coming in to pour out thier woes over a bottle of booze. But most of them deserved thier troubles. They were fat, ugly, sickly, and skuzzy. This man, however, was different. She could believe he had the speed and endurance of a 20 something year old - not to mention the looks and the strength. Hell, if he hadn't have said anything, she'd have been unable to place his age. She just knew he was too old to be a 20 something year old - there was a hard maturity in that rugged face. He was a man, not some beefed up boy with an ego problem. Esmeralda leaned over slightly, placing her breasts on her arm supporting her balance. I suppose 'too old' is when you just can't do things anymore, she offered. I mean - I guess you'd have to be bent and shuffling to be considered 'too old' for anything.
Thread: Bartender and me (demented-tigern and I)

Can't do everything huh? I can do everything and then some. Chris said as he took the last of the beer and placed the empty one on the counter now. What is your name my lady? Chris asked holding his head up with his hands, his elbows on the table. Looking at her body, her breasts looked very nice, and ever so tempting to touch and feel. His for forearms stretched the sleeves of his shirt,as he pulled back and stretched his mussels flexing. Once she told him her name, Chris finished stretching and smiled Well Esmeralda I would like another beer please, maybe some thing to eat if there is anything left if not that is fine. Chris said with a smile as he took out 40 dollars more then enough for two beers,and what ever else there was. Placing it on the counter Chris got up, I am just running to the washroom
Thread: Cursed siblings (Tenty x Skeith Takahata II)

It had been about six years since Jack had disappeared. She was believed to be dead, and she liked it that way. She was dangerous, and didn't want to hurt anyone, especially her precious younger sister. She would have been only about 11 years old when they last saw one another. Since her first full moon, Jack had been watching over her sister from a distance, watching her for any sign of a change, the same change that had befallen her. She could only pray that she didn't inherit the same damned curse that had claimed her. She'd hurt her best friend that night. She'd left her broken and numb, nearly catatonic. She knew the kind of harm her younger sister could do if she wasn't constantly observed, or at least not sated on her first full moon. Fortunately, Jack's endurance had grown greatly at the time of her transformation. She could take the abuse if need be. She stood on a roof across the street, looming in the shadows, watching her sister through her window. Fortunately she'd left the curtains open. Hi Ali... She whispered quietly as she watched her, reading her book. Happy birthday, kiddo. It had been painful watching her little sister grow up, and not being involved. Her said smile broke when she saw Alison fall back onto her bed holding her stomach. No... It can't be... She leaped to the grass below and began running across the street. Someone was going to get hurt if she didn't hurry. The moon was effecting her too, but she had learned to control it. It was always easier after the first night. She could feel an arousal inside of her, but it was in check. She leaped to the window of her sister's room, breaking through the glass with ease. She tumbled into a kneeling position in the center of the room. Alison! She shouted, standing up slowly. She braced herself for the worst, parting her legs for better balance, as she opened her hands, assuming a readied stance. She lowered her gaze to look at the throbbing shaft that twitched between her legs. Not you too... She whispered in disbelief.
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Thread: Black Book. (1x1)(EX)(BamagurlXJason)

The buzzer was piercingly loud, but evidently not loud enough to wake up Aiden as he slept in his bed. 730 had come and gone some twenty or so minutes earlier, and still the young teen was fast asleep. Jessica, Aidens older sister had already been up and moving for almost an hour now, and she was just about ready to head out. At least, thats what she had wanted to do, afterall it was first day of the new school year, and she wasnt about to be late. But before she left, she had to make sure her brother was up and moving. Her parents had charged her with ensuring that Aiden made it to school. They both worked early, and had left well before Jessica or Aiden were awake. She wasny happy about the arrangement, feeling as though her dumb brother should be grown up enough to wake himself up. Aiden! she screamed as she pounded her fist against his door, scoffing angrilly when all she heard in return was the still sounding buzzer of his alarm clock. Aiden! Get up! she hollered, pounding against the door a second time. Stopping a moment, she checked her watch 756, Aidens bus would be there in just four minutes, meaning hed no doubt miss it. Shed have to give him a ride, just what she wanted to do. Damnit! she remarked, kicking his bedroom door hard. She cursed her parents for having left her with this duty, wishing instead theyd just treat Aiden like a young adult, rather than the child that he wanted to be. She clenched her jaw tightly, and pounded on the door one more time, knowing it to be futile. She grasped the door handle, turned it, and barged into her little brothers bedroom. Immediately she recoiled her nose at the stench that was all to common among teenage boys rooms. ugh, what a pig she said as she took a step close to her brothers bed, and stopped just before it, seeing that her brother was fast asleep. Aiden! AIDEN! she hollered twice, hoping to stir her brother from his slumber. The buzz was getting annoying as she stood there, and angrilly she slapped her hand against the alarm, turning off its buzzer. AIDEN! she again hollered. In the distance the clittter-clatter of Cerberus, Aidens great dane, echoed down the hallway as the big dog approached. No doubt the sound of her raised voice had alerted her brothers pet dog, and a moment later the big beast came barrelling into the bedroom. Watch out! she hollered at Cerberus as the dog nearly knocked her over as it jumped onto Aidens bed, no doubt awakening his master.
Thread: Black Book. (1x1)(EX)(BamagurlXJason)

His last memory of the night before had been of watching various videos of cats doing silly things, looking at the time, seeing that he would be having to get up in four hours, then sliding into his bed to drop to sleep. It seemed sleep didn't want him to leave it's embrace, and he groggily started to wake up, just as his sister was blaring in his ear. The real awakening came when Cerberus leaped on top of him, the large canine actually making him shift on the bed. That's a good boy... He groaned, sitting up and yawning, pushing the dog away that was eagerly trying to lick his face. He looked across, shielding his eyes from the light, before they adjusted and he saw the angry figure of his sister. Jeez, chill... Aiden yawned loudly, shaking his head tiredly. What time is it, any way? He added, turning to look at his alarm clock as his sister glared at him. Oh. Was the only think he grunted before literally jumping from bed. I'll be ready in 5! Sorry Jess! He said, quickly walking past her and giving her a childish kiss on the cheek, as if to somewhat take the mic of her. Walking into the bathroom and pushing the door somewhat mostly shut, he stripped off quickly and turned the shower on. The hot water washed over his body, and in record time of 2 minutes, he had washed his hair and his body, jumping out to speedily brush his teeth, then dry himself as well. I'll be downstairs in 2 minutes, promise! Aiden said to his sister, pushing her lightly out of his room then pushing the door in. He dropped the towel and quickly pulled on a pair of boxers, dark blue jeans, a pretty boring red and grey t-shirt, a weathered fabric coat and picking up his schoolbag that he had the foresight to pack the night before, oddly enough. Right, I'm done. He announced happily, looking at his wrist and realising that despite his best efforts, he would have missed the bus by at least three minutes. Aiden sighed and looked at his sister. I couldn't ask for a lift could I? It was something of a boon and a burden to be under the stewardship of his sister most days while his parents were out early at work. It meant he got lifts everywhere and they weren't ordering him around all the time, but it also meant he had to do whatever she said, which could be a huge pain in the arse. Like this for example, she could have just prodded him instead of yelling at the top of her voice.