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Thread: In over her head (Chaelim & X-Femme)

Y-your what? Natalie stuttered as her suit was torn away, leaving only her sleeves, leggings and mask on. She gasped when she saw the hard outline in X-Femme's pants straining against the fabric. P-please just let me go! She begged as she struggled ineffectively under the woman straddling her. I just wanna go home! A cry escaped her lips as she felt one of her nipples suddenly twisted and pulled hard by the powerful woman. STOP! THAT HURTS! She screamed in pain.
Thread: In over her head (Chaelim & X-Femme)

Home? Your home is with me know...and this.. She grabbed Sugarglider's hand and placed it against the bulge that had grown in her pants. She did not normally let her phallus slip out like such, but it had been days and her body was acting on it's own. This is your knew family...treat it with love and adoration...or suffer greatly. That last part she said with an icy tone of viciousness to it. What she wanted she got, no matter what. And right now, she wanted this wannabe heroine to suck the cum right out of her cock. Though it seemed the girl needed some motivation first. Her hand continued massaging and twisting her breast, the other went to her abdomen, loving the tone of her belly. Her fingers slid around to grip the girls firm ass. Oh dear lord you are perfect! Several tendrils of hair snaked out and caught the girls hands and lifted her off the ground. Another wrapped around her waist, while the other two hugged her thighs. Now she was free to explore this woman. She moved close and wrapped her lips around the woman's nipple, extending her tongue to encircle her breast several times and massage it with incredible dexterity.
Thread: In over her head (Chaelim & X-Femme)

A soft moan escaped her lips, partly from the feel of the tendrils wrapping around her and partly from the womans gentle caressing tongue on her abused nipple. Oh god... Natalie shivered, blushing a brighter red as her pussy began to drool and her nipples harden. She was surprised by how gentle the villainess was being with her. Another moan escaped Natalies lips as milk began to dribble slowly from her nipples.
Thread: In over her head (Chaelim & X-Femme)

X-Femme dropped the woman roughly while wiping white from her lips. Really? Make your new mistress drink your fluids? She grabbed the wannabe by her hair and hauled her to her knees. What do you think I am? An infant? She hissed. Only one of us in this relationship will be drinking anything and that is you! She snapped her fingers and her hair opened a slit in her pants and pulled out her cock. It was throbbing and painfully erect, fourteen inches long and three inches wide. Thick veins ran it's length, pulsing and throbbing. Time to learn your place bitch! I want you to worship my cock with your mouth and drink every drop that I give you. She smiled wickedly and pulled the girls face against her shaft, sliding it up and down her cheek. And don't spill, because it's the only thing you get to eat unless I say otherwise....
Thread: In over her head (Chaelim & X-Femme)

Natalie sniffled and wrapped her hand around the thick rod in front of her. B-but its too big... She whimpered as she looked up at the enraged woman. I could never take it down my throat... She trembled like a whipped dog, then started to lick and suck the shaft at first, hoping to appease Empyrea. She worked her way up the shaft then took the head into her mouth, not knowing what the alien woman would make of her novice fellatio skills.
Thread: In over her head (Chaelim & X-Femme)

Empyrea let out a deep sigh as Sugarglider's soft, and obviously untrained lips touched her shaft. She was so pent up that her body wanted to ejaculate the moment the girls tongue caressed the tip of her cock. But she resisted the urge, this little trophy would swallow her cream, bathe in it and ask for more before she was through. She noticed that a crowd had gathered, drawn by the flames and now by this obscene display going on in the middle of the ruined street. Pathetic aren't they? She reached down, grabbed Sugarglider's head, and shoved it down over her phallus, groaning at the tight feel of her throat. She let go and held her hands out, arcs of green energy snaked out from her fingers like bolts of lightning, burning all the onlookers to cinders. There. No more spectators. Now then....I believe I am done with your world for today. Let us go somewhere more comfortable. With a snap of her fingers she signaled her flagship. Private chambers...now. A coherent beam of iridescent light encompassed them, and when it died they were within her personal bedchamber. The walls made from a shimmering, translucent purple metal. Every comfort and vice could be found within this room, but for now she only needed the bed. With a simple motion she grabbed and tossed Sugarglider onto her massive bed. And before the girl could react Empyrea straddled the girl's chest, her throbbing phallus laying across her face. Pay attention girl. Attend to your mistress.
Thread: In over her head (Chaelim & X-Femme)

Sugarglider yelped as she was roughly thrown to the bed by the cruel woman. Wha- She started to say before she found herself staring at X-Femme's impressive phallus. She whimpered again and did as ordered, taking the tip into her mouth and rolling her tongue around it. Natalie then wrapped both her hands over the base of the shaft and slowly tried to take the monster penis down her throat. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she got a quarter of the way down the shaft. A soft knock came at the chamber door, M-milady? Came a scared female voice on the other side. I-I'm sorry if I'm i-interrupting but they need you on the bridge for a moment...
Thread: The Learning Game (ABagOVicodin and Anom)

Kaylin was at the top of her game, nealry pperfect scores in every one of her classes and only another half a year. Sure this last year was going by slowly, but she put her mind on other things like homework and studying. Studying, was exactly what Kaylin was doing at this moment. Her book was out on the table and her eyes scanned over each line slowl and carefully while the other students chatted with each other, woking on the assignment their teacher had given them that was due at the end f class. Of course Kaylin had finished already, but she tried hard not to stand out about it, for when and if she did, she was both glared at and asked a million questions. There was one boy in partucular who always wanted her help with everything, even the tests. She always just shook her head at him and put her nose right back in her book. Today, however, she was trying a new tactic, don't let anyone know you are done. This worked for a while, but her classmates were like vultures over a dying lion with her. At the first sign of accomplishment a group swarmed in to get what they needed. Usually they just needed help understanding, which she sometimes gave in and helped with, but other times they just wanted flat out answers. Today, she was tired, and just wanted to go back to her dorm and relax, so she gave some of her friends the answers whom she knew would tell everyone else, which saved her energy. Class had about ten minutes left before the professor would come around and collect their papers. A few people got worried, others shrugged and others snored for they had copied their answers long ago. Kaylin just kept reading, her green eyes reading words and scanning pictures into her head.
Thread: The Learning Game (ABagOVicodin and Anom)

He was fucked. Steven looked down at the test that was in front of him, his pen being bent to the point of almost breaking. He was tired, he was frustrated, he fucking hated this test. He couldn't stand that there were so many people in this class that were done, but as he looked to Kaylin, he knew why. Her... She always gave answers to everyone else except for him. He was always the one who had to stay in the smoke, and figure out the answers by himself. What kind of college class was that? He should report her to the professor, have her kicked out of college for cheating. He could do that... Or maybe something better. He looked towards her paper and then with his phone, took a picture of it. He then took a picture of the paper of another student, who didn't bother to change his answers into his own words. He saved both pictures, and then stared at Kaylin. She wouldn't give the answers, and he only had ten minutes left. He would just bullshit it. After the class had gotten out, Steven stayed behind and eyed Kaylin when she stepped out of class. He followed her, putting his arm around her shoulder and pretending to be her friend. You know cheating will get you kicked out of college. He said, whispering into her ear. He smirked as he then showed her the pictures on his phone. Help me with this class, or I'll get you kicked out of school.
Thread: The Learning Game (ABagOVicodin and Anom)

Kaylin jumped as she felt an arm wrap around her shoulder, but she just kept walking and ignoring that he was there until his voice filled her head with his words. She frowned and stopped walking, pulling away from him in th process. It's not cheating if I was just helping. She scowled at him. At least she thought that this would be the case. I simply gave them the page number. The answers on your pictures are word for word out of the book. She knew this wasn't true, but maybe he would and she could feel this new sense of fear no longer. But since we are looking at these pictures, don't you think that they'll assume that you cheated too? Especially since you have two pictures of the papers. She smirked, being a good liar usually got her out of most troubles, and did she have a great lie in her head now. So, no I will not help you since your sources of blackmail are lacking. And with this she flicked her brown curls to face him ad walked away.
Thread: The Learning Game (ABagOVicodin and Anom)

Steven walked back over to Kaylin, before he put his arm around her shoulder again, but this time, he was holding her tighter to him, their shoulders bumping as he whispered in a more menacing tone. Your name and the other person's name is on the paper, and I will just say that the student texted me. He said, smirking, The simple fact is that you let him cheat, and copy. And since I know this, and have a picture of it, I am able to get you kicked out of this school. Plus, the one who copied is my friend, so he will admit that you tried to give him answers. Steven then let go of her. Whatever, it is your grade. Or at least, not anymore, by tomorrow. He said with a smirk as he walked towards the other classroom, pretending to get ready to show the professor.
Thread: The Learning Game (ABagOVicodin and Anom)

She couldn't tell if he really would and wasn't going to chance her grade. Of course, she wasn't going to give in so easily, for her pride was a bit high. Kaylin followed him to see where he would go. If it was anywhere but the professors office she would turn around and leave, but to her dismay he was heading in that direction and with every step he took she felt as if he really was going to, so she set her pride aside. Okay, wait. She said, running up to him from where she was behind him. I can help you. She began, I'll give you answers for worksheets and stuff, but when it comes time for the exam I wouldn't want to be you. She said, looking at him with sarcastic sorrow playing on her features. She turned away from him with a smile, feeling that her pride wasn't too damaged and began to stride away with him flawlessly.
Thread: Relentless Rage

The cloaked figure walked into the musky tavern, the smell of booze and sweat heavy on the air. He sat down on a stool in front of the barkeep placing a copper piece down on the counter he waited for a drink. He swung a single callused hand upwards, whipping the hood of his cloak back, revealing his shortened, light auburn hair and square face, his jaw set in a permanent tensed look. He received his drink and took a few swigs of it, not speaking to anybody. His elbows moved up to rest on the counter, a hand sliding up to press into his eyes, trying to relieve a pain that plagued him. He pulled his fingers across his face, pinching the skin on the bridge of his nose before slapping his palm down on the counter. He took another swig and noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. A man, plainly dressed, obviously a little bit drunk, walked over to him. Hey there friend! he said jovially, clapping him on the back. Care to buy a poor old fisherman a drink or two? the man gave him a crooked smile as his hand patted his shoulder a few times. A scowl flashed across the cloaked mans face and he ripped the fishermans hand off of his shoulder, slamming it down on the counter, palm up. Dont call me friend and dont touch me you scum. He snarled at him, deftly grabbing a dagger that was hidden by the cloak. He spun it quickly so the blade faced down and he thrust it downwards, piercing the fishermans hand, pinning him to the counter. He screamed as he was wounded, stopping all other noise in the tavern. A few men stood up to try and grab the cloaked stranger, but he began punching out in a rage. Back the fuck off! he growled, making contact with a few faces. It seemed that a brawl would ensue, but armored guards from outside came bustling in, peacekeepers it seemed. They tackled the cloaked man and held him still, though he fought with the ferocity of a cornered animal. They hoisted him up, making sure he couldnt move and they dragged him away. The cell doors clattered open as the cloaked man was thrown in. He heard the bars rattle shut and the clank of a lock being set. He rushed at the bars and grabbed them, shaking them with force. He screamed deeply at the peacekeepers, nothing coherent, just noise. He resigned himself from fighting against the heavy metal and pushed himself away from it, beginning to pace back and forth like the caged animal that he was.
Thread: Relentless Rage

The angry man had been spending his time standing still, cold waves washing over his body. He welcomed it, it was an opportunity to forget himself. His cold eyes looked out as each wave washed over him. He shouldve been worried about hypothermia and other things, but he couldnt care less, if death came, then it came, it wasnt something he could fight, as much as he wanted to. He had spat at the guards and the warden, curses spilling out of his mouth as he glared at them with scorn. He hated them. He despised them. He wanted to demolish them, tear them apart, hurt them in every imaginable way. He had been thinking about what he could do to harm the warden when he heard some commotion. He turned around and grabbed the bars, pressing his face against the cold metal in order to get a better look. He saw a woman who stood stiller than anything in the room, making herself stand out. He focused on her eyes, which seemed like deep, intense pools, drawing all those around her into them, to be lost forever. He eyed the situation before hearing the words. Let him free. He was taken aback by them, it was obvious that this woman had power, but why do anything for him? He stepped back as the warden walked over, releasing the latch and sliding the doors open. The wardens eyes glared at him in spite, feeling that he had lost a battle, but the newly freed man leered back at him with an intensity unbeknownst to most people. He walked out, his body dripping wet. Looking over to the woman he cocked his head, taking a stance in front of her. What do you want with me? he asked her aggressively. Why free me? What do you get out of it? he insisted, avoiding looking at her eyes, instead looking impatiently all around, feeling tense, itchy.
Thread: Relentless Rage

I don't know what land you come from, stranger, but here we do not always expect compensation for our good deeds, spat the warden. He towered over the mysterious woman and gnashed his teeth impatiently. Standing aside the warden, this woman was coined an anomaly, her clothing in specific. She wore a thick robe which seemed to be the remnants of a tanned snow leopard pelt whilst the opposing portion was a faded shade of ash. Strapped to her backside was an intricate looking satchel, seemingly something used to carry letters or something of the sort. It was sizable compared to the width of her hips. In a sense, she was tribal looking. The natives would often refer to her as a ritualist or a prophet, while of course, that was not the case. Regardless the ritualistic tattoos covering her arms and midsection, or the ring pierced through the flesh of her septum, she was a kind hearted woman whose patience knew no bounds. When her elegant fingers furled about her staff, the warden felt a sudden rush of unease. He took a step back whereas the woman - already having unsheathed the rod - guided it towards the stranger's face. It hovered a mere inch between his jawbone. The warden cringed the very instant she tapped the man's face with the hilt of the weapon. It fell short of a lovetap, nothing severe, but the warden assumed it was more then enough to provoke the man.
Thread: Relentless Rage

The stranger immediately snarled at her, baring his teeth to her his canines were sharper than a human males ought to be. He was amazed at her audacity to even touch him with her damn staff, no matter how prissy or holy she thought she was, you never do that to him. He batted her staff away from his face. He took a menacing step forward, his jaw jutting out in an intimidating manner. Dont think that I wont hurt a woman, because I will, you just try that again and youll get whats coming to you. He said seething his malice out. He stepped back, glancing at the warden, cocking his shoulders back, defying him to attack. Something was wrong, he normally wouldve attacked the woman for hitting him, even in the slightest, with her damn staff. He looked her over a bit uneasily, staring briefly at the tribalistic tattoos and shining pierces. Something had had an affect on him, though he didnt know what it could be.
Thread: Relentless Rage

W-what are you doing, Vertigo? Finally, her name. The warden spoke it as if he had spoken it for many years. In a sense, this was true. To the natives, she was foreign she would appear once season then disappear the next. Any trace of her would never linger long she was a mystery, much like how the tide would reach such impeccable heights. The Warden, however, was flabbergasted to notice that the man hadn't yet attacked her. He blinked then listened with much chagrin to yet another wave. It's raining outside ... rather badly, one of the guards grunted. He was drenched from head to toe, his shaggy blond hair pressed flat against his boyish face. The warden grumbled darkly to himself, glanced between Vertigo and the stranger then sighed. The lower sanctum is flooded. Badly ... we've evacuated prisoners. But the architects are determined and have refused to leave their posts. They're almost finished erecting the walls - once they were we can begin draining the caverns. In the mean time, one less prisoner to worry about would be ... well, nice. Fine! The bearded man roared. He threw his arms up to the air with crossbow in hand. He may go ... free, woman , but if he drums up any more trouble I will have your head. Time and time again you run a tyranny over us. Just because you are of the cho'war does not mean you can do as you please. Your bloodline is dead. You are the last of the purge. Remember that and start walking on egg shells. Without much further adieu the warden disappeared. The woman, Vertigo, eyed the stranger up and down then swiveled on her soles which seemed to be a strappy rendition of what seemed to be flayed bears' feet, claws and all. As you say, warden, Vertigo uttered. Outside, where she had traveled, the rain was falling heavy from the heavens. It poured over what little snow drifts remained then heaved into the sea only to repeat the process over again. Her hair, which had been thrown back into the lazy being of a bun, fell in auburn waves about her tanned visage. She brooded. What would you do with your freedom?
Thread: Relentless Rage

The man let his mind drift away, to the beginning of his long trek. II dont know. He said quietly, the tamest that he had been in a long time. I would keep walking, moving from place to place like I have been doing ever since I leftleft the.. he didnt finish the sentence, remembering his past. Brothers lost, dreams shattered, lives and homes destroyed, innocent love turned perverse and malicious, friends turning on each other, and the fire. The fire that had taken his comrades, the fire that consumed him, made him continue the battles of old, the blood spilled. Most importantly he remembered the scars gained. While he had been reminiscing his jaw had slowly become clenched, his lips pulled back to bare his teeth once again and his fingernails digging into his palms, blood slowly dripping down his knuckles. Thats what I would do. Keep moving, walking, not looking back. I would search for whatever it is that I feel I need. He replied rudely to the woman.
Thread: Relentless Rage

Through the man's gritted teeth she could easily percieve his frusterations. They were violent, lamenting almost, with traces of confusion and loss. Obviously his anger had very twisted roots, this much she had been cognizant of. Off in the distance she could see billows of smoke pour up over the canopies, thick and heaving with dark whisps. Through the rain it resembled a mischievious snake weaving and winding through shattered glass. She exhaled a slow, shaky breath - she knew night fall was immanent. Dark, twisted creatures were known to wander the tundra as it was notorious for its darkness, save for the nights where stray gases would float up to the heavens and light the horizon aflame, often resembling shimmering curtains of cornflower and gold. She feared this man would see much more blood, much more horror before he found his innermost peace. That was of course if he had managed to find it. She exhaled a second time and rolled her shoulders in a circular motion. I asked you a simple question that required a simple answer. I'm not particularly interested in listening to whatever it is haunting you, stranger. In a sense her tone was mocking but, still, outlandishly nonchalant. Good night to you. If you expose yourself to this rain any longer you'll grow ill.
Thread: Relentless Rage

He was astounded by her casual and lackadaisical dismissal of him. He figured she at least would have some sort of request for him, if nothing else. His immediate reaction was to throttle this woman, and he almost did, were it not for the shifting of the light. He looked over to his right, noticing what the woman had noticed before him. He couldnt very well leave now, not if he cared for his own life, which he still did. He needed time to set up a camp, which wasnt possible tonight. This woman had rescued him from a cage only to throw him to gnashing teeth. Wait! he said in an incredulous tone. You expect me to try and get through the night by myself? No shelter, just me and my small armaments? he sneered at her in a flash of disgust. You saved me only to abandon me. I cant believe you. He told her before rushing past the warden, heading out into the night air in a fury. He was in such anger that he had forgotten to grab his weapons and supplies that he had been stripped of when he first came to this prison. Ill fucking take any damn creature on tonight, and my hands will rip them to shreds. He spat out in the air, seething. Ill stay warm in their blood. He moved swiftly into the forest, not looking back, only preparing for a fight a fight that he didnt care if he lived or died in.