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Thread: Shifting Sands (Ren Olvry & Myn)

She could struggle if she wanted to, all she wanted to Renekton himself seemed to pay it not the slightest mind, neither moving his hands or arms to try and cease her struggles nor to let her go. Instead, he simply carried her like that with all the confidence of someone that knew himself to be simply stronger than her, and have her in a position where, ultimately, she'd not be able to do much... nor, really, would she likely be overly uncomfortable. Perhaps even quite the contrary, for all he knew or cared, and he certainly didn't seem to care, by any means. A savage, a brute , even... if not perhaps a dangerous one to her specifically. Yet. Nor, even, did he care that his crescent blade was still sitting in the middle of the village, near where he'd initially approached Sona. He was confident none of the people living there would be able to claim it themselves, and he didn't care if someone knew where he was. If they wanted trouble, he'd be more than happy to give it to them, regardless of the circumstance. And... the woman was starting to... doze? Soon enough, and secure he was out of the village and wouldn't be seen very easily by them any more, the man came to a curious pause, casting his gaze down to the woman in his arms. She was sleeping. She dared to sleep in the arms of one she'd undoubtedly heard being called a 'monster' by the villagers, who was someone they very clearly feared a great deal . An annoyed little scoff escaped him before he resumed walking at a steady pace, his movements clean enough that he quite doubted the woman would be disturbed from her sleep. The oasis wasn't particularly far off, and quickly proved empty as expected at his pace, it didn't take him overly long to get there, but... hm. For a few moments, he considered what to do when he reached the oasis, before coming to the conclusion that he'd just let it be the woman wasn't native to the region, after all, so it was probably hard on her. Carefully shifting her in his arms as he lowered himself to a seat, he slowly moved her to a seat on his lap, her back coming to rest against his chest. Wrapping an arm gently around the woman's waist, he merely held her close for now, waiting for her to awake again, and likely need a drink from the pool of water he'd set himself by as needed. He would get his answer... in due time.
Thread: Shifting Sands (Ren Olvry & Myn)

After some time, even Renekton found himself starting to peacefully doze as well, taking some small comforts in the slight sounds of tiny waves drifting through the pool next to him... and even, much as he would choose not to admit it, the woman sleeping surprisingly peacefully against him. When she started to stir, however, he came to alert almost immediately, though he didn't move much yet beyond a somewhat agitated twitch of his tail where it rest at his side. Took her long enough ... not that he'd complain much for being off his feet after what felt like ages. He did consent to let her go when she started to struggle against his arm so she could at least get some water, mind. It wasn't exactly going to do him any good toward figuring this trickery out if she were to merely pass away or some such thing. Though why that might be a bad thing was beyond him... would it not be better if she did , so he'd not be caught by such trickery again...? Hrm... Drink. You have to need it after spending however long here in the desert of Shurima when you're clearly not meant for it, he consented. Though, whether intentionally or unintentionally, it was hard to tell one way or another, a few of his fingers brushed a little along the woman's body. Over part of her stomach and side, up barely over the side of one of her breasts, up along her shoulder, and then it was off of her and she had her desired freedom back. Even Renekton himself took advantage of such freedom on his own part, leaning over to scoop out some water in his hands and eagerly gulp it down. Once he was done with that, he reached over to take that etwahl carefully in one hand, almost shoving it into the woman once he was certain she'd had her desired fill of clean water. Now. Do something on this again. I will figure out this trickery and how I can resist it, so nobody can possibly hope to catch me like that , he gruffly demanded, yellow eyes narrowing in insistence that she accede to his demands.
Thread: Shifting Sands (Ren Olvry & Myn)

The woman's hands soon started to move toward that... strange instrument of hers, and almost immediately as they did, even before the first string was plucked, Renekton's glare faded... just slightly. After all, she wasn't resisting, nor had she done much to resist... anything so far, really. Sure, she'd struggled a bit in his arms once or twice, for various reasons, but he was sure that she could still have done more. Tried to hit him, really tried to flee... something . She wouldn't have gotten far, but she still could have tried . Yet she hadn't. Thus, the music started to play again. This time, contrary to the previous, the reptilian man made no effort to stop it. Instead, he merely tilted his head slightly to the side in mild interest, his gaze fixed on the woman and, more so, the etwahl she held that was so unfamiliar to him. He didn't even notice, in spite of the small sounds of shifting sand, his tail starting to move a little at his side a short ways into the little performance, seemingly acting on the rhythm itself brute he could easily be perceived as, and it wouldn't be an inaccurate perception, but clear enough, he still had plenty enough intelligence to him to take in that much. Worse, though? A niggling thought in the back of his head. A wonder why, despite his words just previous, he wasn't even trying to resist the calm melody. Instead, it only seemed to soften his expression a bit further still. He only snapped out of the calm lull a few moments after the music stopped, and he found the woman moving closer. His eyes widened a little in surprise and, perhaps, a little caution, but still he found himself making no move against it. He'd fallen into the trickery, and he was doomed, he was... sure... of it... Her lips. Her soft lips on the side of his snout... and then she was backing away again. No . Renekton wasn't having any of that, not now , so he moved to claim the woman's wrists somewhat firmly in his hands, drawing her own away from her face. What trickery you've done... I'll make you pay a price for it, he growled. He was back to himself, he was sure of it, but rather than moving to harm the woman as part of his mind demanded, instead he went for a rather different approach. Forcing her somewhat roughly onto her back on the soft sand with the hands that still claimed her wrists, he moved down to claim more of her... specifically, to press his lips against her own, and to press his long, reptilian tongue aggressively beyond them. Exploring a little around her mouth for a few, short moments, it turned quickly enough to Sona's tongue, coiling partly around it and suckling hungrily at it even as his tail started to brush along one of her ankles, making a path slowly upward from there. Let her try and struggle. Let her regret as much as she wanted. He'd not merely take such trickery against him without taking something of his own in return.
Thread: Shifting Sands (Ren Olvry & Myn)

Still. There was still no fear that Renekton saw or felt in the woman, nor even, seemingly, worry . Just embarrassment, and... whatever other mix of emotions that he'd not been going for. This woman and her strange music and trickery was dangerous to him, he was certain of it. And yet... perhaps equally not, in a way. How long he'd been little but a rage-filled berserker with merely one, shallow goal in mind, he didn't even remember. But he very clearly didn't have to be one here , and it was almost... comforting? It wasn't supposed to be, he swore it wasn't, yet this woman was having some definite effect on him, whatever it was. How easily the woman was submitting to him only served to further that thought. He'd not wanted much for... however long now, but right now, he absolutely wanted her . And by some of her actions, not struggling against him but for the small amount early on, her eyes now closing, the feeling of her lips parting a bit further, perhaps the reverse was true as well. Releasing one of her wrists, the reptilian man started to somewhat hastily tear off some of his armor. From his head, his neck, his shoulders, his wrists, reaching a bit to his ankles without actually breaking the surprisingly pleasant kiss... bit by bit, the already scant armor on his form was tossed haphazardly to the side, leaving him mostly bare but for what was around his waist. Free as it was to do so, his tongue meanwhile pushed a bit further into Sona's mouth, starting to shift around and explore a little more. Taking in some of the definition of the roof of her mouth, some of her teeth... and, especially, her own tongue that it continued to coil around and suck eagerly at, appreciating every bit of her taste that he took from it. Hardly was he going to be satisfied with just that forever, though, and what felt to him like a good, long while later, he finally, slowly drew his tongue back out of her maw, left breathing somewhat heavily... and certainly not from the desert's heat. His other hand, as well, released her other wrist she'd need the small bit of freedom for his next demand, after all. Show me more. You'll need this clothing of yours if you're to remain out here in the desert for long, and these claws aren't exactly made for removing it cleanly, Renekton demanded, his eyes starting to wander slowly over the woman's form, taking in what they could while she was still clothed, and especially now they had a determined interest in seeing what lay beneath. Just to add a little extra... incentive, not that she'd have much choice in the matter, a clawed hand reached down, carefully tracing over the fair, delicate skin of one of her lower legs and straying slowly upwards from there. Know as well that you brought this on yourself I'm not like the men you've undoubtedly charmed and had in the past, he growled, certain already that he'd proven just such with his pure aggressiveness. Just as certain, no less, that she'd had at least a few males in the past... no doubt actual human males. Now she had him , and she'd just have to live with that.
Thread: Shifting Sands (Ren Olvry & Myn)

Struggling a little again... but it didn't, wouldn't matter. He could easily overpower her no doubt that was a thought very present in the woman's mind. In the end, he already had what he really wanted right now, and if she wanted to try and escape? Well, she could try , he supposed... but in the end, that would just make things worse for her. After all, right now he was offering her the chance to have her clothing not ruined. He doubted she would very much enjoy it if that chance departed. Thus, it seemed, the woman wasn't going to resist... much. Renekton watched with intent interest as Sona started to remove her own clothing, his eyes wandering every bit of soft flesh that was being exposed to him. That was, before she... stopped? Blinking in surprise and a bit of frustration, the reptilian man's eyes widened a little again when he felt that fist bump into his chest. Curiously, he tilted his head to the side as he watched her turn her head away from him, her hand still resting on his chest. It took a moment for his more savage mind, but then the last thing he'd said, that she seemed to be reacting to... no, but surely...? You haven't, he spoke, more so a surprised statement than any sort of inquiry. In some annoyance and confusion, one of his hands dug a little into the sand at his side, his eyes straying off to the side, over to the water, in thought. If he was indeed correct in his assumption... he would be her first , in spite of anything he might have thought before. Was it right for him to be such a thing to her? Perhaps not. He still wanted it anyway. To that end, he turned back to her, reaching a hand out to somewhat firmly turn her face back toward his own... just for his lips to meet hers again moments later. His tongue was not long to follow, just as before aggressively pushing its way past her lips to meet, and suckle eagerly at, the woman's own tongue. He only held this particular kiss for so long, but still, he was certain even that much would get this back on the track he wanted it to follow. If that's the case, then I'll be claiming everything of your first. I suppose I can consent to one request afterwards as well... but for now, show me the rest of it, tell me that I'll be the first to see it, he demanded, his eyes flicking down momentarily to the dress as he demanded that, and anything that might still lay below it, be removed. There was still the same sort of aggressiveness to his demand, but it was perhaps a bit calmer than it had been before at least some care could well be said to be being granted to the woman that was his present company, and not something he showed... much of ever, really.
Thread: Shifting Sands (Ren Olvry & Myn)

So she confirmed it. Well, that was certainly interesting. Curious trickery or no, Renekton would indeed be her first. The first for a beauty like this woman, who, even for just that fact, he'd been so certain had taken men to her bed before. But she hadn't ... and he still wasn't completely certain if someone like him should be allowed to claim such a surprising honor for himself. Yet again, it seemed after a few moments, she still wasn't following his demand. Narrowing his eyes slightly as he came to that little realization again, he blinked in some surprise as the woman moved closer all the same. Feeling those delicate fingers wander up his chest, along his shoulders, to the back of his neck, just to try and tug there... not that that would inevitably get anywhere, not with the very obvious difference in size and strength. Yet, despite himself, a little rumble of content escaped him under such a touch, his head even tilting slightly to the side as she started to place those little kisses and even licks against it. Clear enough she was indeed new at this... though he supposed he could give her some credit for trying . Even starting to rub against him like that... for someone who'd refused so much to strip for him, she certainly seemed eager as well. Never mind any doubt, then he was having her for himself . Nobody was going to stop him now. Feels different, right? Like there's some sort of hunger you need me to sate? he asked with a slight smirk, though with the way she was moving, what she was doing, he already had his answer. Still, if it was more she very clearly wanted and just as clearly didn't know how to get , then more he would give. Leaning himself down a little, he began to place small licks and slight nibbles at the side of the woman's own neck, careful enough with his teeth that he wouldn't break through that soft skin of hers. Down along her neck, toward a yet exposed part of her shoulder, while all the while one of his hands roamed steadily down her back. No sooner did it reach Sona's rear than did it give that rear a somewhat firm squeeze, pulling the female a bit further against him. This , at least, needs to come off, or I'm not going to be able to really take care of you, Renekton calmly demanded, giving that underwear exposed under her hiked-up dress a small tug. After all, what I really need is... here, he added, not at all leaving where he meant to the imagination. On the contrary, one clawed finger slid over that underwear, up along the damp patch to trace over the slit just beneath. That the bit of armor still remaining around his waist was getting rather... uncomfortable in the meantime was just a matter of course. And, on that idle thought, it just had to be removed , his free hand going about that work fairly quickly and exposing a bit of a darker green length starting to stick out between his legs as he awaited the woman, his woman now, to do similar.
Thread: Office Place Control (_Sarge_ and The Deviant )

The Office woman See more Bannon had worked long and hard to make it into this company. It had been a tough selection process but not everyone could make it through, especially under the rigged command of one of the most strictest women he had ever met. He knew that it may probably be tough working under her and that someone would have to calm her down one of these days. He had been working for the company for no less then 3 months Brannon was your average office worker. A mild 33 year old worker, Dark hair and eyes. A man who had enjoyed his life but had worked day in and out to get where he was. He just wanted to get by in life, but in the office his eyes had always been glued to one of the higher ups. While on the outside it always appeared that she had control of the office but secretly he had control of her. He had played with her earlier in the day and had given her new orders for the day, that she was to look good and show off and of course upon her great long legs she was to wear pantyhose always on her.
Thread: Office Place Control (_Sarge_ and The Deviant )

Melissa sauntered toward her office, wearing the pantyhose as she'd been told under a dark grey business suit. Her skirt hugged her thighs and backside as she walked, flashing Brannon a discrete smirk as she passed his desk. She entered her office and got to work. There would be plenty of time to play with her master when their work was done. For now, she had to remain on top of things.
Thread: Office Place Control (_Sarge_ and The Deviant )

Brannon watched Melissa wander into the office. He laughed abit before he sent her a private e-mail. I've heard you've been a little naughty again in your office my pet. Yelling at some of your workers. My naughty pet, You are going to have to make up for that So what I want you to do is take a young worker to your office, there you will tease him before you let him feel you up and do whatever he wants for the time being, to make sure you have understood my orders you will remove your panties and out them on your inside door handle when you leave to go find your plaything. Leaning back Brannon sent off the e-mail before he looked into the cameras that he had in her office. Brannon was tapped into the closed circut cameras of the building. It was an easy task as he was one of the few members that had made the upgrades and had control of them. He laughed abit as he then tapped into a smaller camera that upper management had put in for all of their staff leaders. He set it up to record for him what was going to go on. He smiled and sat back to wait to see what was going to go on.
Thread: Office Place Control (_Sarge_ and The Deviant )

Melissa smiled when she got the email notification, opening it and blushing as she read it. She bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before slowly sliding her lacy pink panties down her legs, standing up and draping them on her door handle. She smoothed out her skirt before opening the door and walking out on the floor to find her plaything. Soon she came across Ricky, one of her youngest employees, whom she'd noticed checking her out more than once. He was cute, with boyish good looks and a decent build. She approached his desk and leaned down to give him a good look down her blouse. Ricky, I need to see you in my office, she said simply before straightening up and heading back to her office.
Thread: Mx Female A Father Seeking Little Goddesses ((M x F Taboo Romance)) ((NSFW))

A Proper Kiss
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A Bump Against The Wall.
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Good morning, angel.
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Perfection.
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Hungry Needs.
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Dark Days.
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Dreaming Of You
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Burning With Need.
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Wake up, angel.
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Sometimes I am an animal.
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Dress for me, angel.
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A wicked return.
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How I need....
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Wanting to use...
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Terrible yearning...
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Sometimes you just have to have your way.
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Time for breakfast, angel.
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Lust-filled.
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Come be with me.
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Dinner.
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Darkly dangerous and sinfully sweet. Write with him and fall in love.
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Is my angel hungry?
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You're so beautiful, angel.
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Sadly life took me away, but it seems I have a taste for roleplay again . I have missed it.
Thread: Fandango's Fetishbox!

Id like to work out the first witch roleplay you mentioned. It sounds like a fun idea
Thread: Fandango's Fetishbox!

Fresh Bump!
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Heckler and Bump
Thread: Fandango's Fetishbox!

You know, of all the decks I've ever piloted in my years of playing Magic, UB Faeries has to be a favorite. I love tribals, but hate aggro and find merfolk distasteful. Even though its firmly in T3, I gotta say it's a pretty cool experience. Bitterblossom makes a solid win-con, Mistbind is great for building into a soft-lock, and everything else is just pure control gravy. Price point has always been too high for me though, maybe one day those blossoms will take a dive and I'll be able to run a good brew. Oh yeah, I'm also bumping this.
Thread: Fandango's Fetishbox!

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