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Thread: Yugioh - Designer Souls

Galan walked into the room and prepared his deck. He saw Satsuki enter the room to be his opponent. Once the cameras were on Galan went full hero mode on her. You could almost see fire blazing in his eyes and an aura of flame around him. Though this is not CATRD GAMES ON MOTORCYCLES I shall defeat you. I will not hold back and fight my hardest, even if my opponent is a charming woman. For the sleeping lion has awakened, Prepare to witness my Genuine force! Exclaimed Galan in a rather long winded and hammy pre-match banter. Maybe he missed his calling as a Pro wrestler.
Thread: Yugioh - Designer Souls

img300x400 Click to expand... A duel cycle can be heard from inside the arena as a dark magician girl comes driving out with blinking braces on her legs. The cycle does a few rounds along the outskirt of the arena as she pushes on the breaks handle making it come to a stop before slowly placing out a wheelchair folded on its side to the ground. The rider removes her helmet as she waves a bit to the crowd and long brown hair flows out from it. She reaches for the side compartment of the bike and takes out a headset connected to the loudspeakers. A man in the control room watching the event gets rather furious, Who told miss Yamaha to enter like that....Just cause she is a Yamaha does not mean she gets special privileges! Gadget flips the switch as she takes a deep breath before speaking. HELLO VIEWERS AND CONTESTANTS I AM ONE OF YOUR MANY MASCOTS AND HOSTESSES. PLURAL NOT SINGLE....I AM ONE OF MANY. MY NAME IS GADGET REMEMBER PHOTOGRAPHY IS ALLOWED BUT PLEASE DO NOT RECORD VIDEO AT THE EVENT...WE HAVE LIVE STREAMS AND PROVIDE FREE DOWNLOAD LINKS FOR ALL THE BATTLES THAT TAKE PLACE. She turns the sides of her legs on to full as they shoot out magical looking holograms as if she is sliding on magic while it glides her towards the center. PLEASE REFRAIN FROM JUMPING OVER THE RAILINGS AS THAT WILL BE A NO WARNING DISMISSAL FOR THE ONE WHO BREAKS THIS RULE!....SPEAKING OF RULES LET US LOOK UP AT THE SCREEN TO HEAR THEM FROM OUR VERY OWN LITTLE KURIBO! A fluffy kuribo shows up on the screen dancing around as he starts yammering. Hello friends and konichiwa.....remember there is no outside food or drinks...if you want one place an order on the control to the left of your chair's arm. If you wish to cheer by all means go ahead but there is no alcohol allowed. Smoking is a killer please leave it to the holograms and vapors, There shall be no stripping of thy neighbor no... As the rule monster goes on and on, Gadget takes her headset off and walks over towards the contestants, Alright look I just figured I would give everyone a breather before you all wind up trying to kill each other over some card game. Please let me know if any of you have any medical conditions and please be proper. She speaks it while looking directly at Galan and back to the Satsuki No matter what rank you are in society I expect to see all of you treating each other as equals....is that understood? As she speaks she slowly fixes her dark magician outfit before taking a container out of the bike and bringing it over, Here....I do apologize for being so rough...I have coupons for three free snacks and drinks on the house from the Yamaha corporation...
Thread: Yugioh - Designer Souls

Kiro looked at Satsuki and shook his head, Nah don't worry about it... I will make sure to apologize when I see him . He looked back at the huge construct and grinned before nodding, Yeah they are going all out for this one . However once her name was spoken he looked at her and nodded, Good luck, go beat them over and over again like only you can . He nodded before watching her run off to the stage. Yeah... rolling his eyes he began walking towards the spectators area he was going to see that match for sure she sure worked hard for it. He walked over to a free seat and sat down while looking at the first move coming from her. Good one... he nodded and knew the move on the second turn she was going to have a rather large beast on the field which was very good.
Thread: Yugioh - Designer Souls

Galan Dream Field Arena Floor, Neo Domino City, May 10th, 830 AM Well Fey Yamaha's entrance just took the wind out of Galan's sails. All the effort he put in to set the mood was lost. Then he was handed coupons. Thank you Yamaha-san, Galan said accepting the coupons and pocketing them. Granted he did not need such things, but this was the host extending hospitality to him. To decline them would to be rude, especially on television. Galan glanced over to the 'Emperor' watching the duel. We are being scouted by the competition, he whispered to Satsuki and gestured with his head ever so subtly. Duel! Then You better not go easy on me just because I'm a boy, Galan said with a grin. He cracked a joke to ease the tension a little. Though upon Satsuki's first move his smile vanished. This was bad. Galan had a Six Samurai deck. Individually they were weak, but the monsters buffed each other. They call it a Swarm Deck. For all his posturing, this was Galan's first ever actual duel and it showed. He made rookie mistakes. For example there was a round each side had only one monsters of exact same strength. Galan attack so both monsters were destroyed, then Satsuki simply summoned a monster and attacked his life points directly. He did manage to deal some damage to her, so it was not a complete shut out. But the experience difference was quite clear. After losing Galan said simply, If this was a turbo duel I would of beaten you Satsuki-san. I demand a rematch in a Turbo duel. If you do not own a Disk cycle I will provide you with one and give you a week to train. Do you accept? After her answer he exited the field. Once off camera he addresses Hotsuma Oboro. You lucked out today, and our paths will not cross yet. But I'd expect a turbo duel from you as well. That is f you can do anything without an entourage of flunkies, Galan stated. Something in his heroic personality called out to him to fight 'the emperor' like a moth drawn to a flame. He couldn't explain it himself. With that said he excused himself back to the waiting area to spend those coupons.
Thread: Yugioh - Designer Souls

Gadget smiled as she let out a bit of a girlish squeak, Your welcome Galansan....may honor be bestowed upon you in battle. She walked over towards her bike as she could hear the slight beeping from her legs. She got over to the cycle as she turned to head off down one of the tunnels and paused as she almost rode into some strange man in the shadows. The girl quickly hit her emergency break switch and came to a halt barely heard over the viewers. She went to get off her bike as the legs gave a bit, What are you doing here......this is not viewing grounds sir...please come out of the shadows now before I report it to security. She took a deep breath using the bike for her support as the battery finally died in her legs and she pulled the fake prostetics up over the bike locking them in place. She hit a switch to let her wheelchair come out as she slowly tried to lower herself, Excuse me....I am talking to you....You do know who I am right?
Thread: Make me cum

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Thread: Ascension to the Heavens|Descent into Hell(Corsair and Xana)

And you have been missed in your brief absence, Clara Olgasdottor, Verrier responded, staring down at her. His jaws gaped, revealing sword-length fangs as he approximated something that could charatibly be described as a smile. And Faerfaeora is enriched by your return. Will you walk with me? He turned, twisting and flowing in serpentine fashion, his footsteps shockingly soft and silent for such a huge creature. Silent as a cat on hind feet and wing claws he stalked through the gates of the observation garden and into the fortress proper. Reared by unhuman hands in an age before men walked the world, the fortress was a multiply-tiered city fashioned of polished granite and basalt and marble and quartz, gleaming like a mortal conception of the heavens. A handful of people, perhaps fifty, lined the broad avenue as Verrier and Clara entered the city. Most were adults - tributes of human life that the dragon had spared on one whim or another, or the rare person who risked the dragon's wrath in search of sanctuary. A few were children, raised their whole lives in the shadow of the dragon. They stared respectfully and fearfully at the hundred foot length of their lord, then waved at Clara. One child, braver than the others, raced up and shyly offered her a boquet of golden daffodils before gkancing up at the dragon. You have done well, Lita, Verrier rumbled, then laughed as the child beamed and clambered into his tail. He allowed the familiarity for several paces before twitching his tail just firmly enough to send the child tumbling in a heap of laughter. Be about your duties, Drakul, he announced. I have no doubt the Lady of the Mountain will visit you all in time. Verrier's shape began to writhe and collapse. In the space of two steps he had assumed the form of a man with curly dark red hair, seemingly no older than Clara appeared, garbed in black jacket and breeches and a crimson shirt. Only his eyes, blood red and double-slitted, gave the lie to his apparent humanity. They give me hope for humans, he said, watching the gathered people depart. The Elves were born of our blood, but willingly bent the knees to the gods. He glanced at Clara. But humans, born of the gods, have from time to time cast off the yoke of slavery. I... well, then. Yes. Mykel sounded slightly confused, but pushed through. It would be our honor. The skin on Furtan's blackened lips cracked bloodlessly as he smiled. Wonderful! Then he laughed. And your skepticism diesn't offend me, so you needen't hide it. I am a demon, after all. But, when you come to the ceremony tonight? You will see my sincerity fof yourselves. He bowed. But for now, I have other duties I must attend. Until tonight. They all watched him leave. What are you doing ? Rynne hissed. Accepting his offer, Mykel asked, skewering another meatball. Why? she demanded. He's... He's claiming he seeks forgiveness, Mykel said calmly. So we should see what he's actually doing. I mean, what if he's telling the truth? What if he's not? Rynne countered. We go armed. Mykel smiled, and popped the meatball in his mouth. I mean, I'm hopeful. Not stupid .
Thread: Ascension to the Heavens|Descent into Hell(Corsair and Xana)

Worship? Verrier laughed. They fear me, Clara. And they look to me for protection. I suppose, then, that this bears the superficial trappings of worship . But they are my Drakul, tribute offerings spared because of their defiance of me. Your aunt, for instance, had torn her hands free of her manacles by the time I arrived, and at sight of me seized a broadsword from the tribute and declared her intention to choke me to death when I swallowed her. When I struck the blade from her hand, she did her best to spit in my eye. More laughter. Really, based in that, I shouldn't have been surprised you were willing to strike me. Then he gestured around. I demand no worship, no grovellng abasements, no hymns of praise or sermons on my wisdom and glory. And the only commandments I give are the Tribute - payment to be permitted to exist in my territory - and to leave me in peace. He walked in silence for a minute, listening to the soft sounds echoing along the street. Then he caught sight of a particular building, and sighed. I don't suppose your kingdom will be offering anything iusefuli in Tribute this year? I suppose, Mykel said carefully, that I should have expected this. Yesh, well, Rynne licked her lips nervously, glancing around. Furtan did say... Now what? Svalis asked. I mean... do we participate, or what? It was an excellent question, and not one easily answered. Sure, it looked like a good time, and Mykel would have been lying if he said he didn't want to get involved. There were a couple of blondes there, for instance, enthusiastically sharing a cock and each other, that he could cheerfully fuck fir hours. And inky a fool would claim the succubi weren't eroticism personified. But that was the problem. Demons. As he agonized, the 'priestess' approached. Her wet olive skin glimmered darkly in the moonlight. Come to us, she implored, lifting her hands in supplication. Join with us, and let us taste of the hope of redemption. She pressed herself against Lily. Shiw us the way to paradise.
Thread: Ascension to the Heavens|Descent into Hell(Corsair and Xana)

Clara slammed him into the wall, held him there with brute strength and the weight of her body. Verrier smiled at the action, rising to the challenge as well as the closeness of her body. What I did you, Clara? His expression turned curious. I merely unlocked what was always there. All in my territory bear the touch of the Primal Chaos. What I did was merely to offer you a choice - accept it, or perish. His hands traced her back, exploring the curve of her spine through the thin dress she wore. You say you are 'frozen in time', watching the world but apart from it. His face was close to hers, lips warm, breath hot and sharp-scented. I say you are more a part of the world then you ever were. The gods crafted the world from the body of Grandmother Tiamat. Her flesh the soil, her bones the earth, her blood the oceans. A nail traced the pulsing vein of her throat. Your flesh. Your bones. Your blood. Suddenly he laughed, thrusting her away. His skin thinned, becoming wrinkled and translucent as his hair lightened and greyed and his posture hunched. You wish to age? Then age! He flowed again, shrinking as his features softened and his skin tightened. When you wish to be young, he declared in the high clear voice of a child, be young! And then he was, once more, a man. But I suspect I will not convince you, he said, taking her hand. And there is that which I wish to show you. Come, follow me. What the fuck was all that? Anja said, voice a little shaky as they entered the inn. That, Mykel said cautiously, was... could it be called heresy? Maybe, Svalis said, voice guarded. Maybe. It depends on how sincere they are, doesn't it? Sincere? Anja repeated, disbelief writ large in the word. They're demons ! And humans, Svalis pointed out, signaling to a server. And they were calling on Afodisia to witness their rites. And my father is proof that demons can be redeemed, Mykel pointed out. And Aeshma, as well. Anja threw herself into a chair. I don't like it, she grumped. And I don't trust them. As I was saying, Verrier said as he led Clara up steps of polished rose marble towards the great tower, this is a symbol of the power that I wield. Power that allowed me to survive, free to wage war when my fellows were slain or enslaved. Power enough to shake the Heavens. He stopped before massive doors of a red-gold metal, worked in intricate abstract designs that could have been trees or animals or nothing at all. Despite the weight they opened easily, silent on their hinges. Behold, Clara. True power! Within was a vast empty space, rising a quarter mile into the air and broken by terraces and walkways of gossamer-fine gold. The walls and floor and terraces were covered with shelves, and the shelves were choked with... books. Books, and scrolls, and bound plaques of metal, and tablets of stone and clay and bark. Knowledge, Clara, Verrier roared, throwing his arms wide and turning grandly. The wisdom and learning of men and elves, of demons and monsters, and of the gods themselves!
Thread: Ascension to the Heavens|Descent into Hell(Corsair and Xana)

Clara tried not to show it, but she was hurt by Verriers dismissal of her feelings. Tried not to be hurt by it, because she had told herself and him that she didnt expect him to understand. And clearly he hadnt understood, as he tried to demonstrate superficial solutions to her concerns. She was relieved when he changed the subject, taking her hand to lead her up the tower. They entered the tower together, Clara preparing herself for whatever it was he was going to show her. Preparing herself, and still caught off guard, eyes growing wide as she struggled to take in the enormity of what he was showing her. Goddess she breathed, half cognizant of how it might annoy him, and wishing she could say it had been on purpose. This is astonishing. Youve read all of these? She laughed, and shook her head, What am I saying, of course you have. The smile on his face was infectious, already nearly washing away the hurt she had just felt moments ago. She walked in a wide circle, along the shelves, browsing the covers and titles. There was a thick tome, bound in blue and gold with a black silk ribbon sticking out from the pages. She pulled it form the shelf, a struggle given how tightly packed everything was, and opened it. The calligraphy was magnificent, careful and intricate and spawning the entire page. It was only after a few moment of admiring it that she realized she couldnt read it. Perhaps youll teach me to read this, so I can acquire a fraction of your power. She suggested, holding open the pages for him to see. There was still fire in Lilys blood as the group extracted themselves from the ceremony. There was still a desire to watch, to participate, to be consumed by the lust of many. She could still taste Zamira on her lips, taste all the others Zamira had kissed during the ceremony, taste the handsome man with the blond hair. She stayed quiet as the others debated the point of the ritual they had witnessed. It is strange, but everyone seemed quite willing and enthusiastic about participating, Rynne reasoned, gesturing with her hands, Afodisia teaches us there is nothing shameful about sex, when given freely and happily among adults. Even sex with demons isnt prohibited or deemed sinful. She explained, even though it need no explanation. Lily and Mykel were proof enough. But its weird, right? I mean, what would drive a human to fuck a demon? Eva asked, finding herself looking at Mykel. Because he was the result such a union. Because she was still imagining the blonde twins and still imaging their offer, and still imaging how the four of them would look tangled up in longing. The demons are up to something, Lily said, forcing herself to clear the fantasies running through her mind. It felt likerecruitment. An incredibly alluring and seductive recruit, that few could resist, I suspect. We need to investigate it, closer. Perhaps one or two of us should try to infiltrate it? Find out what exactly these teachings are, and what they are asking in return for these teachings.
Thread: Ascension to the Heavens|Descent into Hell(Corsair and Xana)

Of course I've read them all, the Dragon snorted. Philosophy and poetry and natural philosophy. Apologias and histories and works of fiction. He followed Clara between the shelves, enjoying her stunned delight. All of them provide insights into the world and its mysteries. He examined the tome she'd selected, reading the page over her shoulder. Dearly beloved! I have called you often and you have not heard me. I have shown myself to you so often and you have not seen me. I have made myself fragrance so often, and you have nit smelled me. Savorous food, and you have not tasted me. Why can you not reach me through the object you youch, Or breathe me through sweet perfumes? Why do you not see me? Why do you not hear me? Why? Why? Why? The Kitab al-Almlkt Aljz al-Nithiel , he added after a moment, closing tye book and tracing the ornate characters embossed in the leather as he did. Poems written by the last human Calipha of al-Nithiel, before her nation was broken and subjugated by the Veiled Whisper. He thought for a second. It was part of the Tribute of Meroish, twelve decades ago. And I need not teach you to read it, Clara. His hands rested lightly on her hips, and he brushed strands of her hair with his lips. You speak the First Speech, Clara. The primal language of Gods and Dragons alike. His voice was soft, his breath whispering against her ear. And your eyes and your mind are as fluid and adaptable as your body. He leaned lightly against her, appreciating the strength he felt in the smooth muscles of her current form. You can read it already, Clara. You need but allow yourself to read it. Infiltrating it wouldn't be hard, Svalis mused. It's not as if we weren't invited. Is it wise, though? Eva countered, hesitantly. It could be... dangerous. Mykel laughed at that. And every other part of being a Paladin is safe? Eva flushed at that. No! That's not what I mean, she added hitly. I mean, what if it is heresy? Whoever joins could be led astray, could put their gifts - even their soul - in jeopardy. Good point, Svalis agreed. But it is the best way to get infirmation. Lily and I should do it, Mykel said. He flinched a little at everyone else's sudden looks. We're both well-schooled in theology and demonology. And, well, we're not entirely human. Would it be so strange that Paladins with celestial blood would be interested in a cult that welcomes demons and humans alike?
Thread: Ascension to the Heavens|Descent into Hell(Corsair and Xana)

Anja's tongue filled Lily's mouth is a sloppy, hungry kiss that cut off herwords. Not... like a... a whore... she moaned, having trouble concentrating as Lily fucked her. An... fuck, like that! An offering to.... to.... Goddess! Oh, fuck! A... Afodesia! Her voice rose to a keening wail as she came, thrashing beneath Lily, cunt gripping her fingers like a honey-coated vise. The man behind her continued to plow deep, the blunt head of his thick cock striking her far wall with every thrust. He remained silent, except for the grunts and gasps he uttered - anonymous animal sounds of pleasure. Goddess, Anja moaned. Goddess, offer her your pleasure. ? I'd have wanted you, Mykel replied. Shifting so Eva could push his pants down over his narrow hips, he groaned as she gripped his shaft. After we fucked those two into exhaustion. At her request - demand - he crawled over her, head sliding over her slick lips as she explored his bare back and hips with her hands. He kissed her deeply as he pushed slowly into her, feeling her walls stretch aroung his length as he filled her. Two husbands and two wives? Astrud sounded both confused and intrigued. Isn't that..? I mean..? Her cheeks flushed a little as ideas filled her mind. But... don't you get... jealous? I would think not, Verrier remarked, staring up at the distant ceiling. They are all hers , after all. And the wedding is in... two weeks, yes? Twelve days! Astrid corrected excitedly, stooping to pick up a black leather scabbard chased with silver. It was clearly too small for the massive angelic blade she held. Or it would have been until the sword writhed and shrank in her hand. I stand corrected, Verrier replied dryly. Twelve days. Sheathing the transformed sword, Astrid buckled it around her waist. It should have been an idd accessiry to the gown she wore, but it suited her. Will... will my father be able to attend? Hrothgar is overseeing the Tribute of Sarnia, Verrier answered, sitting up. If he manages his time wisely, it will be here in two days. And it is only three hundred miles to Landis - if he rode without stopping he could make that in a day and a night. Clearly relieved, Astrid began looking through the collected wealth of Verrier's hoard. The Dragon watched her choices with interest. Jewelry, for the most part. Necklaces and bracelets, and a couple of rings after she checked they would fit. Some wealth in the form of coins and gems. And, pragmatically, a couple of daggers and a shirt of silvered mail. What would you suggest, Clara, as an addition to her dowry? You have more practical experience in this area than either of us, after all.