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Thread: A Gargoyle's Fated Mate (cc and XNarrated)

Pharoah couldnt help but give a smile, she ordered milk, it was very adorable and wholesome not to mention very professional and somewhat admirable. The two were served promptly and then Pharoah led the way to the best spot on the yatch to watch the setting sun. So Miss Solar, very beautiful name by the wayfitting even, Id say, youve managed to draw all my attention from one sun to because the way you stand out is like a star in the night sky. I hope your phone was the one selected, and look the Gods have granted my wishCheers! The man extended his hands to matches glasses, the two rims connected and a chime went through the air, as the salty ocean breeze sent a mesmerizing scent of the tides through their nostrils! I love it! The ocean! That smell, the adventure, the thrill! He held her hand tight offering her to stand with him on the edge of the boat to take it in fully. I figured we should shake thins up Miss Solar! Instead of a boring chit chat in my rose garden, I wondered how you might feel about a candle light diner utop the tallest building downtown! My newest hotel, restaurant, and club Crescent Sands Resort. This weekend is opening is the opening, well not for another 24 hours but when you own the place you can do what you want! Pharoah took a sip from his champagne glass, savoring its luxurious taste! Or have you forgotten with all the mysteries of your people and the life you left behind swirling around in your mind? The Original plan was to hold the interview in three parts over the weekend. All staged in different sections of his life personal, public, private! Day one was private supposed to be an intimate interview in his favorite place in the mansion, but now the whole order and the whole program was shot to shit! What do I have to do to officially call this interview a wrap, so we can enjoy ourselves and maybe I can turn the tables around and interview you!?!
Thread: A Gargoyle's Fated Mate (cc and XNarrated)

Zurlia smiled when their glasses chinked against one another, and though she enjoyed watching the sun set, and the scent of the ocean hitting her nose in just the right spot. It did remind her of things in her past that she had left behind. Well you did shake things up a bit by changing the setting on me. And though that does sound lovely it will make the questions I have to ask easier in a setting like that. Though sense the original plan has almost been thrown out the window, perhaps it would be far more easier to just do one single interview and be able to quickly wrap that up. It would be the only way in which it could be done faster. Granted my superiors won't be to pleased with me deviating what was planned originally but that is kind of out of my control. Though in a way once she was done with her article she planned on heading back to Egypt for a long extensive break. Oh no I haven't forgotten at all, even with the memories of the past swirling in my mind. But I do plan on going back there at some point as I did leave some unfinished business behind when I left it the first time.
Thread: A Gargoyle's Fated Mate (cc and XNarrated)

Pharaoh caught a glimpse of her dazzling smile and was mesmerized all over again. Everything about her seemed to frazzle him, and he wasn't use to it. Where had all his confidence and bravado gone? No where really, she certainly seemed to be amiss to what powers she was having over him at the time, but it was all he could ponder. I can't imagine what kind of unfinished business you have back in Egypt, but it's a place that has fascinated me for many many years, and I've done my fair share of research, but never have I heard anything about your people... Pharaoh stepped in closer, shortening the space between him and the tantalizing felines female before him. He gave a deep breath, I do hope that you enjoy this evening as much as I am so far... he gulped down the rest of his champagne, as it was time for them to dock and go back on land, there a servant awaited them. Attending to my need and security made sure paparazzis dont get too close. It was a secluded back entrance into the new 70 story tall structure. So Miss Solar, whats your favorite type of food dish, Ill have the chef prepare what ever youd like!
Thread: A Gargoyle's Fated Mate (cc and XNarrated)

Zurlia thought over what he had said to her. Lets just say I was rediscovering some very old ancient blood lines that run in my family. Though I shouldn't have left it this long to finish the research I was doing in a very secluded temple that still sees worship to this day though some humans do participate they are very few in number. But as to the records of my people there arn't going to be its harder to search up us felines then it is for one to do so on a human but the only recorded history one may find on us is the one always mentioned about the goddess Bast or Bastet if one wants to really run with the full name of things in history. Finishing her glass of milk, she placed it on a near by tray when she noticed they had docked, and it would be time to go back on land. But once they had disembarked from the ship and were treading once more on land she noticed the secluded back entrance and the fact there were people there to protect Pharoah from the paparazzi that always like to take pictures of those who were famous and utterly rich. Oh well as to that I guess my favorite dish mostly has to do do with fish, although sometimes I do eat a little mexican food when the mood suits me. Usually anything with tuna works well for me.
Thread: Domme looking for a mother and daughter

Hope someone bites on the hook. Well, I usually has this tall, lean muscled sporty redhead housewife when I am playing older woman - or same age, really... Well, she has this secret, in the closet bisexuality, and a computer sourced bondage and bestiality sexual imagination, while her husband leaves her sexually frustrated. Of course she never ever acted on her cravings and needs, so it is possible that she would never know if she really loved what she fantasized, read and watched about... Until now, of course... Interestingly enough, she is easy to fall into lustlove with a blonde younger woman when out riding at a ranch... Or maybe get waylaid in the locker room of the swimming pool she frequents too. Sometimes she has this reddish blonde curvy 16 year old daughter witch is my first choice if I play the daughter. So, as the daughter, I would hope to play the sweet sixteen chubby curvy reddish blonde nerd girl, who is not only curious and ready to explore any kind of sexuality, but has this competative side that got her put in the nerdy studious crowd. As she is also lazy enough to forget all about sports when not competing, so exercises for the sake of exercising is not her. But she gives her hundred and forty when it comes to races in Physical Education Training class... For her, it would be easy to get tricked, dared, or just quasy kidnapped by one of her peers to then get trapped in some kind of sexual fun. Thessa's addendum Sounds interesting was personally thinking more along the line of voluntarily submitting to MC and maybe forced incest possibly turning into liking it. We could play something like MC owns the ranch where mother and daughter ride and from their unknown to each other they submit to MC. Depending on the player bestiality with YC could be included. I never did a group roleplay before so I guess it might help if you post this under my request. I say... Dub-con... At least for my character.
Thread: Domme looking for a mother and daughter

Just to be clear the reply above are just the ideas we came up with. However we would like to come up with an idea together and create something all three players like so within all of our limits and likes. Your character is completely open to you to create besides the fact that if you want to play the mother you need to be 16 years older than the daughter.
Thread: Domme looking for a mother and daughter

are you still looking?
Thread: Domme looking for a mother and daughter

I am still looking will send you both a pm.
Thread: A Warlock's New Pet-Speriment. (Sango x Viktoff Samson)

A base camp had taken far too long for Dathan to set up, it was already dark and the fire he had just outside his tent was paltry at best. Nothing more than dimly glowing ember peering through the sticks he'd piled together on top of each other...Which was probably for the best as he had no business getting spotted anytime soon, his father certainly wouldn't be impressed if his youngest son came running back with his tail between his legs on his first quest that was essentially just reconnaissance to try and find a way into the stronghold of an infamous warlock. Shouldn't be too hard after all, the warlock was reclusive from what he knew as not many humans had been up inside his stronghold for a long time, any that had ended up never being heard from again but that was a long long time ago. The guy was probably old and feeble by now relying on magic just to keep people out and away from him so he could live in peace. Most likely continuing his odd experiments whatever they were...Probably something like making frogs the size of cats or something other that was fanciful like that. Old warlocks probably weren't that evil or threatening anymore. At least that's what Dathan thought to himself as he laid there in his sleeping bag, one of the nicer ones of course thanks to being supplied by the royal family's own equipment and gear as the prince and son of King Adolyn. The terrain was still poking through the softness of the bag just enough to be bothersome and the cloth that wrapped around him didn't quite keep away the cold of the night, especially when one couldn't properly get a fire going. Pouting with a light glare in his eyes at his poor workmanship, the ivory haired prince rolled over in his bag trying to get some sleep. A rather visible curving bulge in is bag seemed to hint towards the young man's more shapely figure, his shoulders wriggling slightly with the rise and fall of his soft chest with a weary exhale. His mind slowly being swarmed by the irritating haze of mental exhaustion, pressing along the holllows of his eyes just where the edges of his brow lead towards his amber eyes themselves, a few minutes later he was out like a light. The looming tower of onyx hued brick laid only a mile or so away from him, as far as he knew there were no patrols so he didn't have to worry about some lumbering asshole coming out and dragging him away to be 'punished' by a crazy old hermit. At least not a living one anyway, the prince certainly hoped there wasn't some kind of invisible magical entity that could ruin his night or quest for that matter. First thing in the morning he'd find his way in and see what the warlock was up to and once he knew for sure he'd be back on his way without a bother, as if he were never there and report back to his father. That's what Dathan dreamed about has he drifted off to sleep, his subconscious slowly taking over. Going back home a hero and finally getting the respect he deserved from not just his brothers and sisters, the subjects, but most of all his father.
Thread: A Warlock's New Pet-Speriment. (Sango x Viktoff Samson)

Prince Dathan was blissfully unaware of the dark presence that had invaded his camp though it wasn't exactly a feat to have found a way into his small territory in the first place. Still though the young man slept soundly, unaware of the Warlock now standing just past the small dim glow of his fire. Surprisingly the malevolent being aided the prince in at least his warmth by bringing the dull embers to life with a roaring flame that lit up the more delicate yet regal features of the young man's face, the shadows softly playing off his supple lips and slender nose. The silvery hair that was a bit longer than one might expect of a royal male glowing beneath the light of the revived campfire making Dathan look almost angelic as the Warlock moved closer but just enough to draw out a symbol on the ground to help with summoning a greedy little green imp. The petite prince didn't seem to hear it dance-marching its way up to the open flap of his tent. Neither did the prince feeling the smooth drooling head of the cock pressing against his supple lips not until he tasted the rather salty and nearly acrid taste of its semen filling the inside of his lip with just a press of the imp's cock. Muh...? Mnah?! he gasped out, opening his hazel eyes wide enough to see the rather stacked yet small green creature looking over him causing his frightened eyes to open even wider. Scrambling back deeper into his tent wearing only a small cloth gown that he was completely nude under which the imp might have noticed by the peek between those shapely legs. Little prick softly drooping over his smooth sack that was no bigger than Dathan's own small fist. A tight little pucker sitting between his ripe and round ass cheeks that were caramel in hue with not a single hair upon its silky smooth surface. H-how the hell did you get there!? Dathan gasped, disgusted by the feeling of the pre on his lips and quickly wiping it away with his sleeve, looking about in his tent before spotting his knapsack and going quick for it to go for his dagger.
Thread: A Warlock's New Pet-Speriment. (Sango x Viktoff Samson)

Raising his left hand, the Warlock began to adopt a green glow around his form. Like a million falling daggers around him, the green aura shaped itself like blades dancing around him and downward until it reached the ground and faded and the pattern started up around his shoulders once again. The sound of a bell and a harpy's shriek surrounded the warlock just as the green aura around him shot fort and decimated the tent, leaving just the bottom of it, the intruding prince, and his imp summon behind. Any times the boy was going for were now gone, the knapsack included. With a careful eye and time, it wouldn't be impossible to find the knapsack, but it certainly wouldn't be within reach for the exotic young male who was now within the warlock's field of view. The imp was excited to see the boy had some spry to him. Escaping the mouth raping was a little disappointing as it was what the imp was more useful for. However, in the next few actions from the boy, the imp caught a glimpse at another hole that might entertain him before this warlock inevitably destroys his beautiful little green body. Beautiful in the imp's opinion, that is. With a chuckle as a response to the boy, the imp shoved the larger male forward with both of it's oddly shaped hands on the boy's back, feeling the cloth sleeping attire as he put the boy in a position that he wasn't quite ready to fight back from. In one menacing thrust, the imp forced half of his pulsing long cock into the seemingly virgin rear-end of the male and he grunted gleefully before giving another chuckle.
Thread: A Warlock's New Pet-Speriment. (Sango x Viktoff Samson)

The prince gasped out sharply in response to the sudden destruction of his tent, looking up with his head rotating swiftly from side to side at the remaining tatters of his tent flung away by some supernatural force. Dathan scrambled for the knapsack as it was flung forward by the clearly powerful wind that sent it flying, scattering several of his items. Most notably his sheathed dagger clattering off a small ledge very much out of reach for the petite young man who frowned staring at it for a second as a silky lock of ivory white hair fell over his pretty face. Turning back, defenseless, the boy could do nothing else other than try and scurry away on his hands and feet while backing up. The imp was quicker of course, that grotesquely little muscular body lunging for Dathan and pinning him on his back as the young man cried out in protest as well as fear. Unhand me! Dathan shouted in a voice that was as gentle as it was high pitched, trying to swing his foot up and into the center of the little monster's chest to fling it away but clearly it would not be deterred. Instead of hitting it center mass and getting it off, his foot instead went upward missing the mark, and instead pressed uselessly against the side of the goblin's face. Oh no... he whimpered as the imp's gripped him tight along his waist before rearing back and ramming the lengthy member deep between the luscious ass cheeks of the screaming prince. His tongue sticking out as his eyes went wide with the shrill cry as his tight little tunnel was stretched wide around his girth.
Thread: Long Term Romantic Roleplays

Back from the dead. Hoping to start something up. Anyone interested, get in touch.
Thread: Beyond: Two Souls: Two Lovers (CutePhoenix andJack Stalker)

Fuck.....my......life.....muttered Jodie Holmes to herself as she lay on her bed, arm draped over her eyes as she lay in bed, brooding over yet another night of being stuck in this damn lab with nothing to fucking do and zero possibility of being let out for even a few minutes. God forbid she be let out to visit what few friends she had but no, the department heads always refused. No-one seemed to understand or even care how tough it was for her. Well, except for one man, Dr. John Carver. Every one at the lab treated her nicely for the most part, but he was special. He took the time to truly get to know her and listen to her troubles. He even told her stories about all the amazing places he'd been to around the world, which she especially enjoyed. Suddenly, she sprung up, sitting straight up on the edge of her bed. It had suddenly dawned on her that it was Friday. That meant that Dr. John would be on night observation. It was her favorite time as they would always stay up till very late talking about all manner of things. Tonight had extra meaning as she had a little surprise for him. Looking up at the clock on her wall, she saw that it was only 10 minutes until he would arriving, prompting to stand up from her bed and hurry to her desk in the next room. Shit......where is......where is it...... she said to herself as she searched through the books and papers on her desk, eventually finding the surprise with an excited HA!. It was a pencil drawing of Mount Rushmore, done in exceptional detail. The last time they had talked, he had told her of visiting there years ago and how he had lost all his pictures of the trip in a fire. She wanted to help him out somehow and had decided this was the best thing she could do. Taking a moment to look over her work and hope Dr. John liked it, she took a few steps from her desk and held the picture behind her back as she faced the door, knowing he'd be coming through any second now. She tried to keep a straight face but couldn't help but smile as she thought of giving him her little gift. This wasn't a new occurrence. She found herself smiling and feeling all gitty anytime she thought of him. It wasn't hard for even her to realize she had a huge crush on him. But, she had no intention of telling him or anyone for fear that it may cause him to not wish to spend time with her anymore.
Thread: (Canticle of Hope) Ch. 4: Hope Springs Eternal

This way, girls, the black squirrel bound through DNA town at a good clip, leading the two young heroines he'd taught to use the power of the bracelet they'd won at the shrine's raffle, Quickly. The Avatar of Terpiscore is in danger, it may be too late! Upon recovering from her ordeal with a new purpose in life, Terpsichore found herself in a black cross-top and loincloth skirt with a collar of gold and ivory worked with vines coiled around her throat. Instead of ballet slippers, she wore spike heeled sandals with leather bands that wrapped up her calves. She found that Wort's had taken her to the roof of the gardener's shed. Kneel, my fallen angel, the demon purred. Kneel and suck your virginity from my cock. With terrible determination that overpowered her fatigue and pain, Ryoko lead friends old and new through the night in search of Isabella. The girls had all lost the strength to maintain their magical forms, but somehow they all found that determination and care for their stolen comrade carried them beyond what strength they'd thought they had... Which would do them no good whatsoever if they couldn't find Terpsichore! Ryoko was about to pass an intersection when a metallic clank drew her attention. Pausingbosom heavingthe Tenshi looked to her right where a kunaia civilian dagger design originally made from a sharpened gardening trowelclattered there, pointing down the street... Down the street, as if launched by an invisible hand, a second kunai embedded in the asphalt. Then, much further down, another one... Ryoko's lower lip quivered. I don't now what this is, but... I don't see any choice but to follow! Hope Springs Eternal To our knew players, congradualations. The cavalry has come over the hill and it's you! To our old players, thank you so much for sticking with me this far! Play this now! Everyone heal 2 damage and level up to level 2!!! Note, your new hit points don't come in damaged! Last edited Jul 10, 2018
Thread: (Canticle of Hope) Ch. 4: Hope Springs Eternal

Laura was pressing a hand to one of her scratches, keeping pace as well as she could, muttering first aliens, now were taking orders from a squirrel. I am really hopping this is some weird, fever dream caused by eating too much cheese, like what inspired the author of Jekly and Hyde. That was.... an obscure bit of trivia.
Thread: (Canticle of Hope) Ch. 4: Hope Springs Eternal

Just a few days ago, if you'd asked Jin Hitomi what she'd be doing tonight, 'chasing a talking squirrel into unknown danger through the streets of the arcology' would not have been on her list. She'd have thought that she'd be studying, maybe, or set up on the roof of her aunt's apartment with a blank canvas and a paintbrush full of dreams. Recent events, to say the least, had been a bit of a shock. Life has a way of catching us off-guard like that. The young kitsune breathed heavily as she sprinted after their guide, her long white hair and bushy tail bouncing with each step. A portion of her hair slipped free of its clip and fell in front of her glasses, forcing her to brush it irritably to one side as she ran. Hitomi wasn't the most athletic person normally, and keeping up with the squirrel was pushing her to limit, but she didn't voice a word of complaint. From everything the squirrel had told them, this Terpsichore was seriously counting on them in light of that, she could afford to put up with a bit of pain. There was no choice but to push herself and keep going. As she ran, Hitomi glanced out of the corner of her eye at her new companion, to see how she was keeping up. Hopefully, better than Hitomi was herself.
Thread: (Canticle of Hope) Ch. 4: Hope Springs Eternal

Melenipe was surprised to see so many familiar faces from school as one by one their transformations reverted revealing their true identities. When her power finally gave in she transformed back into her black skater style dress and grinned. Tada! she said with a small twirl causing the dress the flick out. Syra looked at some of the girls from her class and then back to Laura who she remember from her late appearance in class. A little confused she carried on walking with the group. You're transformations were different to ours? Any idea why? Syra gestured to herself and Laura, her horse bracelet shining in the moonlight. It was then Ryoko pointed out the kunia embedded in the floor, squatting down to examine it she absently ran her finger across the hilt. Unless you're friend is fond of Japanese throwing knives i don't think this will lead us to her. I'm sorry to speak out of place but our priority should be finding your friend.
Thread: (Canticle of Hope) Ch. 4: Hope Springs Eternal

Not really sure. Laura smiles at Syra, I got mine from some creepy guy, mightve been Yakuza or something. How do you do that magic thing? I cant do that. But hey, hitting stuff really hard is easier to learn anyway, so I wont complain.