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Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

Shifting her wrists across each other, he fitted his left handremarkably larger than herseasily around her wrists, freeing his right hand to jerk the knife from the sand. You think me so horrible as to murder a defenseless young woman? he wept, a theatric, mocking, maudlin creeping into his voice. You wound me, good lady! You must think so little of me. He barked a laugh, dropping his chest down on hers and pinning her beneath his weight. No, my dove, I have no intention of killing you so long as you are quiet . The blade was in his hand, then drawn from the sand and its tip pressed against her temple. Can you do that for me, sweetheart? he crooned, voice dripping with rotten sweetness as he drew the point of the blade down the line of her jaw to the corner of her lips. Can you stay quiet for me so I dont have to hurt you? I would hate for you to startle me, and for this to slip . The blade traveled downwards, its tip scraping at the skin of her throat and continuing its descent.
Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

Yerinia was silent. Watching the creases in his face, his eyes gleam with joy as her dismay. How was she supposed to think any differently from this creature fixing its claws on her? His chest weighed her down. Sand pooled further around them and her breasts ached from the weight of him upon her. Quiet. She watched him, the blade in the corner of her eyes. Slowly, with a sharp motion she nodded her head. Yes. She would be as quiet as a mouse. If it meant her life. Her eyes closed, the blade on her skin. Her breathing shook as the blade traced her pale skin screaming it would harm her. Then...it found it's resting place against her throat..but only for a few seconds as it grew lower. Raggad came her breathes. Yerinia was about to be humiliated.
Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

She listens well. She will be a good student. Shut up. This is not business time. He felt the eye roll, but the voice went silent, to Anmillaens satisfaction. A quick shift on the grip inverted the blade in his hand, and he levered it under the collar of her shirt. A quick, seemingly practiced motion later, and the blade tore through the fabric, the toothy edge of steel producing a satisfying ssshck!i as it chewed through the silk. The fabric fell away to reveal the ivory beneath, and Anmillaen took his time to trace those mounds with the tip of the knife, leaving erratic red lines in her skin, hot and prickly. Easing forward with his hips, Yerinias legs raised around his hips, the skirt slipping out from between her thighs and falling open. The reveal of the white, lacy undergarment stirred him, a noticeableand sizeabletwitch able to be felt through his breeches against her thigh. Leaving the skirt for the moment, the knife danced down her body, over her navel and past the fabric of the skirt. Reverting his grip to normal, he pressed the back spine of the blade against her flesh and pushed, delving the metal into the crevice made by the fabric inching up between the lips of her cunt.
Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

Yerinia was praying, to whatever Gods might heard her. The only voice that came was the Artist. 'You put yourself in this predicament girl...should not have acted so rashly!' The Artist sighed, as she felt the weight of her shirt be cut away. Pale as whitest pearl, revealed her breasts, light rosy nipples revealed to him. Ah.. this man was going to take her. How vivid the Artist was, unable to do anything but sit in her head and listen, watch and feel. 'Oh this is going to be a terrible time for the two of us...but a good one for him.' Yerinia squirmed when he moved, her skirt, her legs, revealing her covered snatch below. She felt it, the thickness twitch in his crotch against her leg. Yes, she knew all about the man's body, all about a woman's still...this brought her fear. 'Do you know what that is?' The voice was mocking her. 'That's the real weapon. Hahahaaa' Artist cackled at her. What a fool she was. Only did her eyes open with a gasp as he pressed the back end of the blade against her most delicate part through the fabric. She felt it. Sliding in and her lips pressing against the sides of the blade. Her head picked up, tears in her eyes as she squirmed. Please! Please stop! Yerinia's voice made a high pitched noise as it broke, fear evident.
Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

The echoes of her pleas in his ear rose Anmillaens arousal to its full height, rising another part of his body along with it. Another pass up and down her slit later, he shifted the blade up to the hem and back down, slicing away the lace. Done with the blade for now, he shifted back up to her head and shoved it into the sand just next to her neck, the edge a hairs breadth from her flesh. The hand that held the knife now trailed downwards, groping her breast along the way with a brisk pinch of the nipple. It trailed down her belly to her hips, over her pelvis, and finally sunk between her legs. He was a touch surprised to find a dampness there, and the toothy grin he offered her conveyed that as he slaked his finger in it. You lying harlot, he chided in mock indignation. You would do well not to be dishonest with me. His hand shot up and whipped across her face, leaving a thin stain of her own sticky sweetness glistening on her cheek. Another few moments of spreading her wetness about, and his hand left her. The telltale snap, wssh of a leather belt unbuckling and sliding out of breech loops came next, and Anmillaen took the time to loop that belt around her wrists, buckling it too-tight around her wrists and looping it low enough to disallow her hands to squeak out of it. Wiggling his hips, he shuffled his breeches and undergarments down, producing his cock and letting it flop eagerly against her pelvis. Nearly the length of her forearm and over half as thick, it throbbed enthusiastically, a crystalline bead of precum dripping down onto her virginal flesh. A practiced shift of his hips let it slip down and align with her pussy, nudging his head up and down her slit to mix their juices together.
Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

Yerinia looked away from him, up at the rocks above. She tried to still herself. Even when the knife nearly cut into her juglar. She shook, frightened as she stayed as still as she could. Bare was she now, save for the skirt still around her waist. There was a soft breeze on the beach, and it hit her nipples and exposed lips. She jumped a bit, but more so when his hands pinched a nipple making her yelp and went down..down. There it found her slit, virgin, inviting, pink, and slightly damp. Ah-uh! Yerinia cried when he pushed a finger inside. It sucked on the digit, begging for it not to leave, but her hips twisted trying to push it out. Fast. Like the wind his finger removed itself before colliding with her cheek and reddening it. Yerinia grimaced, before spitting up at him. May you rot in the lowest bowls of Teik's stomach! Why? Why did this feel like an eternity? The sound of his belt, the belt around her wrists tightening to the point she could not feel them. She struggled against the restraints, but it was the meaty thing that hit her and made her tense that stilled her. Ah. A man's real weapon. Her face was blank, eyes twitching as he moved it towards her damp slit and rubbed against it. No, that did not feel like anything but a hard weapon ready to split her open. Don't.. Yerinia cried as it rested just at her virgin entrance.
Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

Acid could have dripped from his lips. Dont speak to me of bowels, girl, or youll be feeling something encroach upon those as well. In one movement, his hips slammed forward, his cock burying half its length in her in one go before it caught, her tightness too great to allow him immediate entry. He drew back, red mixed in with the fluid on his length, and surged forward again, pounding to two thirds his length before roughly wriggling himself deeper, jostling his hips and shaking her until his body fully came in contact with hers. Small as she was, and large as he was, the feeling tried to take his breath, a satisfied rush of air puffing out between his lips. It would smell only faintly of the wine from Yerinias fathers manor, alcohol never quite being Anmillaens vice of choice. His heat mingled with hers and he halted, slotted deep and tight into his plaything. Throbs and twitches from his cock shot sensations through her, the stricture of her cunt allowing her to intimately feel every smallest movement. He dipped his head down, ambushing her lips with a rough kiss that saw his tongue dive unyieldingly between her lips. Its all mine, now, he growled at her as he pulled back, their noses touching. Every part of you will belong to me for the rest of your days.
Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

Yerinia was frightened of this creature, more so then she was of the Artist. At least, she knew that if she died, Artist would have nowhere to go but hide. A scream, a shriek left her as he shoved forward. Her legs tensed, tears blotted her eyes, and she froze. Pain coursed through her body, but that was not the end. He pulled back, then forward, another shriek, a break of her hymen, her innocence gone. Then again, until this time his hips rested against her own. A single tear rolled down her cheek, her body shaking as she gasped for air. Her feet kicked into the air behind him, her lips parted in loud cries. Cries were muffled by his lips, and she fought against them. Tongue invaded mouth. His tongue pinning her own down. A single strand of saliva connected their tongues as he pulled back from her, and she looked at the beast on top of her. I will...kill you one day.. She bared her teeth at him and a sigh came through her ears. 'I could have told you this would happen.' Artist was never one to be silent for too long. 'Oh..I can feel you want me to go away...but you begged me not to leave earlier..' It had emerged from the painting, and the large thing was laying on it's side propped up with one arm. Grapes it had created from paint dangled from it's other hand as it watched from a distance. 'You should probably learn to make threats you can keep girl..Not wise to say things you can't commit to.' Artist sighed, closing it eyes. Though when it opened them, it was evident there was pain in its eyes as well. 'What a terrible view I have.'
Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

He balked at that, laughing earnestly. Kill me? he shot back incredulously, another pall of laughter taking himlaughter that made his cock pulse inside her in time. Why, Im a good friend of your fathers, he smoothly lied, he would be so upset to see me dead. And besides, he added with an edge, slowly pulling his hips back until just the head of his cock was within her, your attitude will change soon enough. And so he began, pushing his hips forward to the base, his head paving the way for his shaft to split her wide, satisfyingly nestling itself full within her for only a moment before reeling back and reentering. So it went, moment by moment, thrust by thrust, Anmillaen letting his pleasured grunts fill her ears and his lust-filled eyes penetrate hers the way his body did. It seemed that each thrust came a touch harder and faster than the last, and indeed they did as her body adjusted to its intruder and her walls stretched to accommodate him, the crushing grasp lightened to a tight, white-hot glide, no longer breaking her body, but molding it, shaping it to the size and shape of the cock that had stolen from her the innocence she had never even thought to lose.
Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

Was he really? Her father's friend? She had never seen him before and- Yerinia could not think when he moved. Her head jerked back, her eyes searching for something or anything to save her. Pain surged in her legs and this weird feeling..a rhythm started with his motions. Soon her walls molded around him, begging him to continue and she stiffened. Awkward was a virgin. Awkward was the feeling. Still some part of it felt good. Soft sounds left her lips, ones she could not stop. They mixed with her cries as she closed her eyes, but he touched everything inside of her. Somehow..her mind stopped thinking, stopping listening to the rambling voice of Artist as she lost herself in it all. He was there, Artist, standing above them looking down with judging eyes. She knew he was speaking, but she could not understand him through the motions of the strangers hips. There was this hot feeling, their bodies being combined. The Artist's eyes narrowed at her, as if he was motioning something was wrong.
Thread: Jenny's hunt for kinky RP:  f for ANY

Bumped - have some stories running now, but not many and so I am looking still for partners interesting in typing me up and doing rude stuff.
Thread: Fx Male Adventure heavy!

Isn't anyone up for participating in the cool game section on Blue Moon? It's a good way to get to know possible future partners.
Thread: Fx Male Adventure heavy!

Achoo!
Thread: Fx Male Adventure heavy!

Revnarh , you are at the top of my kinky list. Rest assured! hug
Thread: Fx Male Adventure heavy!

Gin or vodka martini?
Thread: Fx Male Adventure heavy!

Darklaz said Vodka. Shaken, not stirred. Click to expand... Would you like it with a twist of lemon or olives?
Thread: Fx Male Adventure heavy!

Tag, you're it!
Thread: Fx Male Adventure heavy!

Hello!
Thread: Fx Male Adventure heavy!

Pick door one!
Thread: Fx Male Adventure heavy!

Let's joust!
Thread: Mother and Son Webcam or Die [Newbalogna x Sausage-sama]

Tom and his mother had been driving to college for freshman orientation. Unfortunately, a jack-knifed big-rig blocked the two-lane road for hours, and they were tired and behind schedule. His mother asked him to drive a while back as she was falling asleep, and told him to turn into the first motel that had a vacancy. He did as instructed, and turned into a motel where all the letters in 'Vacancy' were lit, which was promising. The peeling avacodo green paint in his headlights was a little upsetting, but none of the windows were broken, and all the doors were hanging straight on their hinges. As he turned off the motor, he shook his mother awake gently. Mom, I've found a motel.
Thread: The Treason of Prince Edon (1x1 RP)

Bump jessicacohen said I have an idea for a medieval fantasy roleplay, one that I am hoping will help me develop a story for a book. First, however, a few rules before I discuss the idea. 1. This RP does not need to include romance. However, if it does, it needs to be between two males. More specifically, two bishounen. I am not attracted to males in real life, but I am attracted to the androgynous bishounen pretty boys of anime. 2. If there is to be smut in a romantic pairing, it cannot include anal. I'm sorry, that's just a bit of a trauma trigger for me. There can be oral and frot, but no anal. I'm also cool with having romance but no smut. 3. If you are playing as a female character we can have your character and mine involved in a marriage alliance or betrothal for political reasons kind of situation. Now, without further ado, the story. Prince Edon Prince Edon is the heir to the throne of Thazar, and son of King Tralan. King Tralan made a reputation for himself as a man of war, solving all of his problems with either violence or the threat thereof, and plunging the kingdom into one war of conquest after another. The nobles grew rich from this conquest, but the common people and the merchants grew poor. Unlike his father, Prince Edon is a young man who desires peace, and all the kingdom knows that once he sits upon the throne the wars of conquest will come to an end. His father hates him for this, and though he has not said so publicly the whole kingdom knows. Two years ago, Prince Edon set out for university by ship, only to have that ship attacked by pirates. Edon was captured and sold into slavery. Two years later, he returned to his home kingdom, but he was not welcomed with open arms. The young prince had been assumed dead, and all in the realm believed Edon to be an impostor. In an attempt to clear up this matter, Edon found his father and asked him to tell everyone who he was. King Tralan claimed he did not know him and tried to have him arrested. Since then, Prince Edon has gone into hiding, and is slowly building up followers to help him take back his rightful place as the crown prince. So, your character can be anyone you can think of who would interact withhelp the young prince. I am open to a plethora of ideas. PM me if you are interested, or post a message here. Click to expand...
Thread: [Johannah & Mystic] Thy Kingdom Come

It was pathetically easy her 'royal guard' were perfumed poseurs without any real skill at arms. Their bright white surcoats made them easy targets along the high forest road. Of course, this was meant to be a deliberate provocation, so he'd used arrows that pointed directly to their origin - the Imperial Arsenal. The curved arrow-heads that were now buried in the four royal protectors was clear enough. That just left the princess - she'd shown spirit as she'd ridden headlong out of his ambush. The ornate bridal gown made it difficult to ride well or fast, but she'd given it her all. And now, as he continued to ride her down along the Royal Way, he remembered his orders. The Minister had been clear. Take her, hold her, and humiliate her. There needed to be a provocation to war - something that would leave the Kingdom with no choice or no honour. And the King's youngest daughter had been chosen. No measure was too far in the service of the Imperial Crown, no atrocity too severe. Well, almost no atrocity too severe. He wasn't going to kill the horses. The princess' own horse wasn't meant for a sustained gallop, and tired quickly. His own horse was lean and bred for the chase, so overtook her easily. He snatched the reins from her hands even as she punched and slapped ineffectually at his black armour. Dead or alive, you're coming with me, your highness. You can come quietly, or I can beat you unconscious, try you up, and carry you. His voice was raspy from too many years of pipe-weed and hard rum. In any other country, he'd never have been made a knight - probably hanged as a criminal. But the Empire needed trust-worthy agents. And calling them knights served to infuriate the kingdom even more.
Thread: [Johannah & Mystic] Thy Kingdom Come

Princess Serah had been clad in her wedding garb when the men from the opposing kingdom had attacked. Her ladies-in-waiting had been no match for them, but she'd gotten out unscathed. Her old horse Mitte had been trying her best, but she soon heard another horse coming up behind her. Come on, Mitte! Serah tried with no avail. The man had pulled up next to her and grabbed the old horse's reigns. Of course, Serah's first instinct was the hit the man, and that she did. Several times but all to no avail. When he threatened her, the woman stopped. He was almost twice her size and just mean-looking. My father and fiance will have you killed for this. Serah growled. Were she not as small as she was it might have actually been threatening, but not to him.
Thread: [Johannah & Mystic] Thy Kingdom Come

Her words made him laugh despite himself - the idea that the kingdom's over-perfumed dandies could hold a candle or a sword against an Imperial soldier. His laughter was cruel and rendered almost metallic by the full-face mask he was wearing. They will, will they? Rather like your bodyguard will protect you? You have but one master now, Princess and that's me. As if to emphasise his point he reached across and hooked a gloved hand into the front of her corset and ripped down hard. He told himself the purpose of this was to leave more breadcrumbs - more pointers to the Empire's involvement. It had nothing to do with the way her firm brown breast jiggled and bounced. Nothing at all. This was about duty not desire. He let the handful of delicate silk and other fabrics fall from his grasp and scatter across the roadway. Some would get caught in undergrowth, others would be lost. Now, do you have any more objections to your treatment, your majesty? he said. The cruel grin was evident in the tone of his voice - she'd not even need to see his tattooed face.
Thread: In the Name of the Moon (Shrinkman and Fabs)

20 Years ago the mysterious heroines of the Moon vanquished the Queen of Evil once and for all. Then silently these heroines went back to living the lives of normal High Schoolers. They graduated, grew up, got married, grew apart, and had spent less and less time together as the years went by, then the former leader of these Heroines now a mother decided it was time after 20 years for a little reunion to catch up. Not just a simple house meet either, she wanted it to be special, so she had booked a resort beach, and booked it for all Summer, the high schools were to be getting out by then, and surely her friends she'd not spoken too in a long time would have kids. She called them all up, every last one of them, having to research some of their numbers of course. But eventually, the group had all agreed for an entire Summer they'd be together again after these long 20 years apart. Over in one of the homes of one of the former members a flower shop, and also a home. A young woman who looked so much like a boy it wasn't funny, Mika Kino the daughter of Makoto Kino , the former Sailor Jupiter. She was watching her mother in the shower stealthfully. It was an amazing fact that Mika was a girl, because she was so okay with being treated like a boy that she behaved in such a perverted manner some times. She was watching her mom in the shower while her hands were busy down in her pants she was playing with a rather bulging member, yes if Mika's apperance wasn't enough to verify that she probably wasn't meant to be born a girl the fact was she even had a fully formed cock like a boy would have had, she didn't even have much in the way of breasts either. Having an almost androgynous look to her, pretty and handsome at the same time. For her mothers age, she looked good, sure she had a little more fat where muscle had once been since she was part of her team, but she looked damned good. As she was rubbing one off while watching her mother in the shower, a sudden ring of the home telephone began to buzz and stir, as it caught Mika by surprise she gave a sudden and really girly, Eep! As she falls back on her butt, with a thud. Then rushed to go and pick up the phone, H..hello, Kino Flowers, this is Mika how may I help you. She played that she was still being the busy flower shop bee she ought to be, in hopes her mother hadn't caught her sneaking a peek.