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Thread: The Island (Lounger x bonzino)

Quinn was resting his head against Julia's breasts, panting heavily as his cock gave the occasional twitch, a little more cum still dribbling into her body. He couldn't pull away even if he wanted to with her legs wrapped around him. Ah...I....yes.... Normally Quinn would be panicking in a situation like this....but for some reason, this felt right, like things needed to be this way. I.....I couldn't stop....and neither could you... Quinn glanced up at her with a slight smirk. We...need to get food back to the others. But this fruit....well, it'll feed them but we've seen what else it will do What neither of them knew though was that now Quinn had consumed the unique fruit, the effects of the other fruit were now linked to him, or more directed to him. Oh anyone who ate a fruit that caused arousal would still feel that arousal, but it would be entirely for and directed towards Quinn. Nobody else would be capable of even beginning to satisfy it, no matter what they did.
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

Arrows sank into the ground to either side of him, making the man grin. It was always better this way, to know where you stood, and to thank the Gods for giving you another chance to find glory. The mounted foes were coming closer, discarding bows in favour of swords. Fools . The word came to him easily, knowing that they may have very well surrendered their only true chance of beating him. Two swords were on his body, one on his back, one on his hip. He drew the blade on his hip, the old blade a comforting weight in his hands. It had been with him for many years, and carried him through his exile. Now, here he stood, discovering that the land had not in fact forgotten him, and now sent small groups of killers to bring him down. As the horse came close, the man leapt to the side, moving to the other side of the charging animal, forcing his foe to try and change his swing completely. The chance never came, as a sword swept low, taking a lower limb from the horse, and sending the animal screaming to the earth, the rider flying through the air to land hard, and begin to shakily rise. An arrow landed near his feet, making the warrior look to the oncoming forms of three more attackers. Stand coward! Stand and fight! A voice shouted at him, his native language sounding strange to his ears after so long away from it. The horseman close to him came around, but the warrior did not stand still. He used the dying horse on the ground to aid in a leap to attack his enemy, removing the surprised man's head in a single blow. He had not been born with the name he now carried. But exile had a way of changing the priorities of a man, and he had taken on a new name, from a foreign land. Erasmus he called himself, and he saw the oncoming foes, saw more still behind them, and shook his head. He was good. But he doubted he would be quite that good. He ran. The tree line was near, and horses would be of little use within the denser terrain. There was a half thought in his mind, something about this wood, but it was like old music, half-remembered, unfocused. He heard a volley of arrows thud into the trees around him, banishing any thoughts of retreat. He dashed inwards. He began to cough briefly, something at the back of his throat irritating him. An arrow sturck a tree not a foot from his head, telling him that pursuers were willing to follow him part of the way in at least. He kept going, ignoring the strangely coloured mist that collected around him. Teh pursuers drew up, none willing to go more than a few paces into the wood. At a quick gesture, they began to spread out, moving along the treeline to cover any chance of a quick escape from the trees. They would leave the exile to the fate he had chosen by entering the cursed place.
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

Two pointed, ivory ears twitched in the twilight, moving towards the direction of the disturbance within the dark forests shadowy depths. The fox spirit tilted her head towards the sound, raising her chin from her folded paws and scenting the air. They were humans, nothing more Shiros breath, caught like a knot in her throat, released slowly as she assured herself that her Master had not yet returned. Of course, he had assured her that he would not return until the next full moon one week away but this wouldnt be the first time he had blatantly lied to her just to watch her expression when he came home early. Though her anxiety over his early arrival was eased, her curiosity over the strange commotion had not. The kitsune rose to her paws, three tails flowing gracefully behind her as she stretched her legs. Too long had she been sitting in silence, lazily watching the golden koi fish in the pond swim languidly back and forth. Still, it was the only thing she could do and it was a soothing relief to her Masters usual games. Looking back towards the large, gloomy palace before her, Shiro determinedly made up her mind, throwing caution to the wind about her next actions. Running beyond the direct vision of the large structure would have normally put her at the mercy of the youkai, but with him gone, she was not afraid to chance an act of disobedience. Besides, there was no way to even dream of escape as long as this accursed ribbon remained tied to her throat. Miss-matched amber and cerulean eyes narrowed in a focused manner before Shiro took off towards the forest. Greenery blurred on all sides, her nimble, graceful form dashing through the claustrophobic area with ease. Who would walk past the perimeter of this forest? Surely, the people of the village had lost enough curious children to its ashen fog to be sure than no one approached it again. The miasma did not bother a creature like her, but it spelled death for all mortals foolish enough to cross the treeline. The disruption was certainly nothing more than a riot caused just outside her Masters territory. Sure enough, just as Shiro approached the end of the forest, she spotted a group of frustrated men. They were pacing around the perimeter of the woods impatiently, their horses whinnying anxiously as wisps of the miasma curled around their hooves. What were they doing here? Were they waiting for someone? As if on cue, the sound of distant footfalls alerted her to another being, this time, one within the forest. Rather shocked and honestly confused, the kitsune turned tail, chasing after the sound. A human scent Had he honestly been as bold as to enter the forest? Being left at the hands of his enemies on horseback would have been a much more merciful death. Did he not know that? Appearing like a phantom streak of white against the blackness around her, Shiro ran after the ignorant man. A mixture of strange excitement and fearful curiosity grew within her as she neared his location.
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

The arrows had finally stopped. He was too deep into the dense trees now for any shot to come close to him. Erasmus stopped, taking a deep breath, and then hacking and coughing, some vile taste on his tongue. There was something wrong with this forest, and he was starting to suspect he knew what it was. This ill coloured fog felt wrong, clawing at the inside of hi lungs. But a man had to breathe, and if he was breathing, then he could be moving. He slowed to a walk, not wanting to draw in more of this vile smog than he had to, and began to pick his way through the woods. He kept his sword in hand, wondering if there was something within these woods that might threaten him, give him cause for combat. The air was becoming closer, and that only made this miasma of fog cling closer to him, making it harder to see, and even harder to breathe. He coughed again, this time a wracking thing that nearly doubled him over. As he gasped a breath, he paused to take stock of his situation. There was no sound. No bird calls. No tree rodents. All was silent. And this was a very bad sign. He was getting the impression that this fog might be a poison, and that being herded into this place was a sure way of killing him without further loss of life. And a most inglorious end to him. And that would simply not do. Erasmus kept moving, leaning on trees now and again, feeling his strength starting to ebb away. He coughed hard, and spat the taste from his mouth. The spittle was discoloured, the same look as the fog. Well, that's a terrible sign . He thought to himself, and girt his teeth. He had to find a way out of here, but something about this forest made him think he had been turned around. A root caught his foot, and laid him out on the ground, landing with a thud and clatter. He groaned, his throat feeling like it was on fire. He was going to need help.
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

Moving silently through the woods, the kitsune watched the man with observant eyes. Shiros heterochromic irises took note of each of his movements and the more specific details of his dress and appearance. He was not, she soon realised, a man who lived anywhere nearbywhich would explain why he was still trudging his way through the forest. It was strange though his features were clearly Japanese, his attire was not and his obvious ignorance of the woods spoke of a life lived far from this country. A traveller, perhaps? A traveller about to die, Shiro thought morbidly, watching with some difficulty as he coughed and hacked, bent over with the effort. She should go to his aid, she realised she should lead him out but the sword in his hand and the small band of men on his trail made her hesitant to do so. If he were to see her, what would he do? A pelt like hers was worth an Emperors fortune and if he was aware of how much more worth she held alive, hed be far richer than that. Her Master would no doubt punish her for it, possibly to near-death everything considered. But hes not here now, a voice whispered to her from the back of her conscious, and you cant possibly leave the man to die, can you? No, Shiro was not as cold as that. Hesitantly, the three-tailed kitsune made her way out of the shadows. Slowly, gingerly she padded towards the fallen man, amber and blue eyes focused on him with a sense of observation that was far too intelligent to pass as an animals. Her white fur was pure and unblemished, seeming to collect the faint retreating sunlight and glow like a beacon amongst the surrounding darkness. With that same cautious pace, she sat a few feet in front of him, ears perked up watchfully and all three flowing tails swaying silently. You are dying, she informed the man plainly, though the chime-like sound did not come from her mouth rather, it seemed to pass from her own mind directly to the humans. This forest is a poison to all mortals who dare enter it. If you do not leave soon, you will perish here, the fox spirit paused for a moment as if her next words were difficult to speak aloud, I can help you.
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

Erasmus looked up from where he lay, his arms shaking from the strain on them. Stubborn will would carry him farther yet, but he needed to know where he was going. He raised his head as he felt something ringing in his mind, words that never touched his ears, and adrenaline surged through him, pangs of fear and trepidation piling up in his mind. He saw a white fox. Rare. Very rare, and valued. Eyes of mismatched colour stared at him, neither colour wholly belonging to a fox. The fog was likely playing hell his mind. He saw the tail of the fox move. And then another. And then another. Reeling back, he felt his back hit a tree, and his sword swept out, pointing at the kitsune. Time away from home dulled some memories and instincts, but some never faded. And this was a creature out of legend and darkness. Things that preyed on the unwary, and caused untold levels of trouble. But then, he was a master-less warrior, said to cause trouble himself. Mayhaps he was not so different. Slowing his breathing, he let his sword arm drop, the adrenaline no longer lending him as much strength. Why would you help me spirit? What is the death of one mortal to you? He breathed out, his breath still laboured and burning.
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

Shiro flinched reflexively at the mans rapid movement, jumping to her paws and moving backwards several steps at the sight of his sword. Her tails lashed about in surprise, ears pinning to her head in a position of defence. She was expecting him to be a bit astounded by her appearance, but these sorts of precipitate reflexes spoke of a man who had seen more than enough warfare in his time. She watched him silently and with great caution as he settled back down, wary of his sword arm and unwilling to move any closer to him than where she stood now. He would only serve to wear himself out faster if he tried something of that nature again. At his question, Shiro frowned deeplyan expression only visible through her eyes in her vulpine form. Of course, he had every right to be suspicious, but she couldnt help but be offended. Did he expect all spirits to be flesh-eating monsters? Yet, his words struck a chord with her. She was helping him because she could not stand to see another life be taken by her Master and yet The idea came to her like a lightning strike, seeming as dangerous as one as well. Perhaps No, no it was foolish. It would lead to her death, certainly But this had been the only human she had spoken to in Had it been years now? Shiro couldnt tell, and frankly, she was hesitant to try and count. But, if this human, this mortal, were to help her if he were to take off the ebony shackle tied about her neck and take her with him Freedom. Her freedom would be restored to her. And if they could cover enough ground before her Master returned, perhaps it wasnt such a hopeless dream after all. He would search for her, of course he would hed tear the country apart looking for her but with her powers restored to her, enough distance between them and a warrior by her side I promise to save you if you make a bargain with me, she spoke solemnly, with an almost undetectable shake of nervousness to her words, If you untie the ribbon around my neck and take me with you, Ill restore your strength and lead you out of this forest alive. Do no harm unto me and I shall return the favour. She hesitated, pinning him directly with that odd gaze of hers and speaking with so much emotion that one could have guessed that it was her life at stake instead of his, Do you agree to my proposal?
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

Erasmus sighed, his arms feeling too heavy to lift, let alone swing his sword. He might be able to focus enough for one last swing, but that would be it. And he'd have to kill the thing with that stroke. But it was staying away from him, out of the reach of his sword. He was dying. Again. He'd been sorely wounded in some of his conflicts, and had nearly passed once. It was a familiar feeling, but not one that he had been hoping to revisit. He was not able to focus his eyes tot he best of his ability, and the miasma made it harder to track thigns. But her white fur seemed to almost glow. Was it a factor of her being a spirit? Or just her colouration? He knew he was starting to fade. His mind was wandering to strange places. But she looked...was the right word hurt? He took a deep breath, coughed, adn concentrated on seeing. His vision sharpened up enough that he wouldn't be missing things from her. Frankly, if he was going to die, and be eaten by this thing, he did hope she at least let him die before she started. And then that voice was ringing in his head again. He made sure to pay attention, pick apart what she was saying. Take her...with him? His mind rejected the concept, old habits and memories long dormant returning to the surface. One could not trust a spirit like this. Liars and cheats, nothing they said could be taken as truth. But again, the same could be said about his kind, and he knew that he was possessed of more honour than half the men of this entire land. How much of the old tales were truth, and how much was just fear, passed down for generations? Your....your oath. My soul will remain...untouched by your magics. I will have my mind. And remain my own man. Swear it by...the blood of your ancestors. And by...the tails you bear. Swear it, and I will agree. He managed. Oh, he was fading fast now, on his way out. But he had to be sure that something worse than death wasn't waiting for him. He had no idea exactly what she might be capable, but all he could do was extract the most solemn oath he could from her. And then pray he was not making a mistake.
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

The spirit waited for his response hungrily, the adrenalin rushing through her like wildfire. Would he accept? Or rather, would he be foolish and prideful enough not to? Of course, she hadnt told him the true story, she hadnt divulged the origins of the ribbon or her Masters identity. Perhaps he would rather die than have to face a youkai such as him and the kitsune wouldnt call him foolish for that. Shiro was not proud of her dishonesty towards a dying man, but her freedom held more value to her than anything else this world could offer. If she had to trick a human into getting it back It was a mark against her conscious that she was willing to bear. If he were to agree, she would do her best to preserve his life in repentance. As he spoke, Shiro felt a wave of warm assurance and relief wash over her. It felt as though her very soul had been cleansed from a massive weight, heart trembling in throat with the euphoria of it all. Yes, yes, I swear it to you. By my ancestors and by my tails, I will not alter your mind or your soul I will only restore your strength to how it was. You will remain as you are, I promise you, her voice was thick with passion and a fair bit faster paced with eagerness. As a spirit, she was sworn to keep that oath to her death, unless released by the man himself. Carefullythough with a visible amount of more enthusiasm this time aroundshe approached the fallen human once again. In the back of her mind, a cautious voice warned her that he could always raise up his sword and wound her if he wished, now that she was close enough. Yet, Shiro could hardly bring herself to care. She had faith that the man valued his life more than that and even if he were to kill her, how much worse would that be than the slow death consuming her now as she rotted away within the confines of this dark land? Her tails lowered in order to seem less intimidating and in the boldest motion of trust, she raised her chin, offering a clear view of the ribbon wrapped tightly around her neckthe ebony material contrasting greatly with her silky ivory fur. Please, she urged him, close enough to his hand for him to tear the accursed restraint away or slash at her throat with his sword if he so pleased.
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

It was close. Erasmus knew he could summon enough effort to bring his blade crashing down on her, take her throat, her head right from her shoulders in that action. He could lay her low. But what would it accomplish? If she was intent on something underhanded, then his slaying her would not prevent the next creature from accomplishing something to his fallen form. And she had presented her throat, almost asking for his blade. But she had sworn an oath, and even amongst the people that he had learned his new way of honour, there was nothing in all the world more wretched and hated than an oathbreaker. He would not stain his soul in his final moments. If he was to live, he would have to place some trust in this creature. His free hand shakily lifted from the ground, his teeth grit in concentration. His fingers grasped at teh ribbon, but he could get enough of a grip to pull it free. Was this how he was to fall, with what was to be his salvation at hand, but unable to grasp it. He growled, low in his throat, and gripped as best he could, before swinging his other hand over, his sword still in hand. The blade fell with a kind of finality, Erasmus knowing that he would be gone within a few moments of his swing. The blade fell on the ribbon, the sharp steel, ancient though it was, was still possessed of a lethal edge. The ribbon parted, adn the blade hit the ground harmlessly beside the fox. The ribbon still in his off hand, Erasmus coughed. I've...done my part. He gasped, the miasma feeling as though it was filling his lungs with tar. Help...me. He leaned his head back, his breath more and more laboured.
Thread: Forest of Darkness (Alvis & Hemlock)

The kitsune flinched at the swords rapid movement, eyes shutting tight and breath catching in her throat. In the brief moment when she was certain he would have killed her on the spot, fear raked her very core and if she has been in her true form, she undoubtedly would have cried out in anguish. But the sword did not strike out at her, instead it sailed harmlessly before her whiskers, slicing through her fetter with ease. After the length of a breath, she opened her eyes, their twin-coloured depths looking deeply into those of her liberator. He was close to death now she could see it plainly in the ashen tone of his skin and the dimness of his eyes. Just as he pleaded for her aid, Shiro began to transform. It was very quick and very silent, her entire body seeming to be effulged in ivory flames. They licked at the barren ground around her and consumed her form, though no heat was emitted from them at all. The blaze rose higher until it suddenly dissipated, the fire seeming to transform into white smoke all at once. As the last tendrils of the silvery substance faded away, Shiros true form was revealed, kneeling beside the fallen human. Her supple, seemingly ethereal form was free of clothing or cover, milky skin almost as fair and pale as her hair which flowed long and straight in thick locks of pearly white. Above her head were the familiar ears of her fox form and behind her, the same three tails, grown in length to match her current size. Within a heart-shaped face of porcelain beauty, amber and blue irises seemed to be blurred by tears as Shiro couldnt help holding them back. The spirit stretched her arms forward, gently cradling the mans face between her warm palms as she looked towards him with an honest expression of grateful joy. Thank you, she whispered through flushed lips, moving forward to press them tenderly against his own. The kiss was neither deep nor passionate, but it held a deeper intimacy than one would ever expect from something to featherlike. Through the motion, the mans lungs would fill with air as fresh as any summer breeze and would be cleansed of the poisonous toxin in the air, body pervading with warmth. His strength would return to him as well as if he had been cured of any pains of past injuries, and the spell itself would make him unaffected by the darkness within this cursed landat least for as long as it lasted.