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Thread: Star Wars: The Limits of Will (Hellhound x Nobody)

RE Star Wars The Limits of Will Sophii gulped the water in a manner that could only be described as greedy, but once she pulled her lips from the rim of the jug, she gave her captor a small nod of gratitude, telling herself that it was purely by instinct. The young Jedi locked eyes with the tall Sith and watched him carefully. He seemed honest enough as he returned her gaze and described her respite. The Padawan prisoner remained silent as Korvan looked her over, she did not want to seem too desperate by asking for food just yet. Still, Sophii felt for the first time a disconcerting knot of fear in her stomach at the way the Zeltron eyed her mostly exposed skin. Though she was a Jedi, she was not ignorant of the fact that she was considered attractive. Likewise, she knew enough about Zeltrons to know that a Sith one would be a roiling storm of passions to compound the problem. Through all this morbid contemplation, the Padawan kept up her psychic defenses. She didn't want her fear to be too obvious, even as the Sith Lord promised a future of pain. The girl waited a second to be sure her voice was steady as she replied. Aiming her deep violet eyes into the firey depths of her captor's, Sophii whispered serenely like a half-asleep child being tucked into bed. I won't become like you. I've seen what you do, what you stand for. Your love for war, for power at any cost... She trailed off at the memory of a smoking Hellscape littered with the dead and doomed, watched her Master die again then shook her head once in defiance and resumed eye-contact. She swallowed before going on, her voice just a little bit louder and more confident, You're right about one thing, Demon, i am strong and i have the potential to be much stronger. That's the reason why I won't join you. I will not let myself become a tool of the Darkness.... Of pain and suffering. Her voice began to crack at the end of the speach, so she said quietly, Now if you please, i'd like some more water before i eat.
Thread: To have and to hold (Nia & Malfrost)

Those aren't the flowers I ordered! I ordered large white and lavender chrysanthemums! These are white and lilac! The whole day is ruined! I can't walk down the aisle with these! It was currently midday and already the bride had downed a few glasses of champagne and was now suffering through a meltdown. Jordan watched, dumbstruck as her sister began to hyperventilate and begin crying. No, no sweetie, you'll ruin your make-up. Their mother began to console her. Riley, it'll be fine, they're just flowers. Jordan tried to say nicely, however this was clearly like waving a red flag towards a bull. Just flowers?! How can you say that?! Riley then began crying even harder and Jordan gave a helpless look to her mother. Her expression clearly showing that she had no idea what to do or say. Her sister could be quite melodramatic at times. When she says quite, she means intensely and when she says at times, she means all the time. It's ok darling, look these flowers are just as beautiful. Their mother tried to convince her. But I wanted lavender to go with the dresses! Riley began to whinge. Jordan and the bridesmaids had been put into lavender dresses. The others were frilly and princess like, whereas Jordan's was more mature since she was the maid of honor. It was strapless, form fitting and stopped just below the knee. Jordan's long brunette hair was pinned to the side, allowing it to flow over her left shoulder completely. On her feet were a pair of matching opened toed heels and in her hands she held a bouquet of flowers, the same ones that were currently causing her sister to go senile. Honestly Jordan couldn't see what all the fuss was about. They looked pretty much the same kind of purple as her dress. Riley the wedding is starting in twenty-five minutes, we don't have time for new flowers honey. Jordan explained softly. Sometimes it was like she was the older sister. Perhaps she was being too harsh on Riley, it was her wedding day after all. Maybe when Jordan gets married, she too would turn into a raging bridezilla over flowers... she doubted it though. Riley began to sniff and nod as she stood up and gave her sister a smile. Ok... you're right, it's fine... you look beautiful... Riley said, looking Jordan up and down. She had complained several times about the maid of honor dress. It was too tight and too short in her opinion. No one could look prettier than Riley, especially at her own wedding. So to be honest she would have preferred Jordan to be in a burlap sack, painted lavender. As her sister looked to the dress on more time, Jordan could feel another tantrum coming along. Not as beautiful as you! Jordan blurted out, her eyes darting around the room, pleading with people to agree with her. Suddenly everyone came rushing over, telling Riley how gorgeous she looked and that every pair of eyes would be completely focused on her. Luckily they seemed to catch her in time and she soon calmed down. Ok... ok... lets go. Riley said, taking several breaths before grabbing her bouquet and heading for the limo. Lord give the groom strength, he would need it with a wife like this.
Thread: To have and to hold (Nia & Malfrost)

Michael was waiting in one of the rooms at the church where they would be having their wedding. He was tapping his foot impatiently as many thoughts were running through his head. First and foremost was wither or not he should even go through with the marriage. After all, he didn't really have feelings for Riley....she was nothing but a stuck up and high strung bitch at times. Who he really loved was Jordan, who was much more intellegent, kind and just more fun to be around. Still, could he really just leave Riley at the alter after all they had been through? Jordan would hate him if he did that for sure, so he let out a sigh and accepted his fate. He was told that Riley and her group were arriving at the church now and he prepared himself as he stood up and moved to the main hall where he would await the arrival of his beautiful bride, and the by far more beautiful maid of honor. He wondered if he would be able to control himself or not...
Thread: To have and to hold (Nia & Malfrost)

The car journey was torturous, want to know what's worse than Riley's complaining? Riley's complaining in a confined space! Everything from the weather to the traffic bothered her no end, apparently. Jordan began rubbing her temples, she could feel a migraine coming on. It wasn't that she didn't love her sister, she did. They just never seemed to be able to get along though. Both of the women were just so different from one another. To the point that whenever Jordan went to visit Riley, she found herself getting along better with Michael instead. The groom and herself had a lot in common and got on like a house on fire. In fact Jordan would be lying if she said that her feelings for him were completely platonic. Possibly, if Michael had met the family a few years later, he would have ended up with Jordan instead of Riley. However that's not the way things went and now here they were. The limo parked up outside of the church, which was situated right across the street from where they were having the reception, in a lovely hotel. Jordan exited the vehicle and began to help Riley out. Everyone fussed over the train on Riley's dress to make sure that it looked perfect, before they all ventured on inside. They had arrived with moments to spare and there was just enough time for the Bride to double check her make-up. The wedding march then began to play and the doors leading into the alter room were opened. The bridesmaids then began to walk in. Jordan! Stand up straight! Riley hissed. The brunette simply rolled her eyes, before following after. Everyone stood as the bride came last and Jordan gave a supportive smile to Michael as he waited at the end. She then took her place on the Bride's side and stood waiting for her sister to reach her groom. Their father shook Michael's hand, before passing Riley over to him and taking a seat, the ceremony then began.
Thread: To have and to hold (Nia & Malfrost)

Michael's eyes locked not onto Riley when she walked into the room, but to Jordan. She was so beautiful, and even with Riley looking good in her dress, he could not take his eyes off her younger sister. He gave the girl a smile as she smile at him and then tried to pay attention to his soon to be wife. He shook her father's hands and then the vows were said, he kisses Riley but was looking to Jordan the whole time. Afterwards came the reception. He had managed to get away from Riley because she was busy talking with her friends and crying about how good it felt to be married. He managed to find Jordan and grabbed her hand with his own. Jordan...I need to talk to you, it is urgent. He stated, his voice nervous and shaky as he quickly led Jordan down the hall, not wanting anyone to see them leaving together.
Thread: To have and to hold (Nia & Malfrost)

The ceremony was beautiful, all the guests cried and celebrated as was expected. Throughout Jordan had found herself glancing to Michael, only to see him also glancing back. She had simply shrugged it off to nerves though or an accidental reflex. After posing for some photographs outside of the scenic church, the wedding party then crossed the street and entered the hotel. Everyone got booked in and then met back downstairs in the main hall, where Michael and Riley were officially introduced as husband and wife. After about twenty minutes, everyone was relaxing with a drink from the bar. Riley had scarpered off to a corner with her bridesmaids, half crying about being blissfully happy and half eyeing up the gift table. She probably wouldn't even wait for Michael before digging into the pile and opening them up. Jordan had been at the bar, trying to buy a drink, when she realized that her purse was back in her hotel room. All of a sudden Michael came running over and led her out into the hall. Jordan hadn't been paying close enough attention to notice the urgency in his voice. She was busy with patting down her dress looking for her room card. Hang on Michael... She said, struggling to keep up with him. ... got it! She retrieved her card and looked to the male, who seemed somewhat shaken. Oh God, what's happened? Don't tell me the ice sculpture she ordered didn't arrive, she'll throw a fit. Jordan ventured towards the elevator and pressed the button. It sent them upwards and she headed towards her room. Whatever it is she's just going to have to wait. I've been working my backside off all year and haven't had one drink yet today. So let me just get my purse and then I'll deal with it. Pushing her card key into the lock next to the door, she swung it open and headed on inside. She left it open, assuming Michael would wait for her in the hall, she was only going to be a few seconds anyway. There you are! Jordan said triumphantly, as she grabbed her purse from off of the bed.
Thread: To have and to hold (Nia & Malfrost)

Michael followed Jordan up to her room, wondering if he should actually tell her what he was about to tell her. He wondered if she would hate him for this, or run off and tell her sister and parents. He couldn't know, but he had to get this off this chest before it ate away at him even more. He quickly followed Jordan into her room and closed and locked the door behind him. He grabbed her shoulder and firmly but gently pushed her up against the wall. Jordan...listen carefully to me...marrying your sister was a mistake. He admitted with a heavy sigh before he worked up the nerve to continue. His hazel eyes locked onto hers, the only barrier was the glasses he constantly wore. I don't love your sister, I love you, Jordan....I love you way more then I could ever love Riley. He confessed, finally getting the deep, dark secret off his chest.
Thread: To have and to hold (Nia & Malfrost)

Jordan had been making her way back to the door, when Michael came rushing in and cut her off. She was taken aback as he pushed her against the wall and began speaking in a panicked way. His first statement made her confused, almost as if she hadn't heard him correctly. What?! What are you talking about? Then came the punchline, the reason for why he felt that the wedding had been a mistake, he wanted Jordan instead. There was a moment of silence as the young woman just stood there in shock. Her eyes searching Michael's for some hint of joking or inebriation. How much have you had to drink?
Thread: The Lonely Elf - (Major Mario x how_is_you)

Aelenoir was a small , mostly mountainous continent that was rich with forests, springs and other natural resources ripes for the picking. It was a fair distance away from any other kingdom or continent thanks to the great seas surrounding it on all sides, and with the various valleys and natural obstacles here and there, travel within the continent was suited for only the most adventurous or foolhardy. But for those willing to brave the wilderness and frontier settlements, not to mention the few squabbling kingdoms who have a foothold there, there was great reward. But enough about the trees, flowers and fauna there's not much glory in speaking about the local mineral compository or the way the morning mist blows through the valleys. No, what was really special about Aelenoir were its rumors of treasure, adventure, untapped resources and unfound treasure, and for some, the prospect of finding and keeping an elven woman. You see, Aelenoir had quite the large population of elves, but many had grown cold and distanced from the rest of civilized society. Untrusting of outlanders, they holed themselves up in their frontier settlements and kingdoms while shunning any race that took 'too much interest' in their women, or their lifesblood. But there was a rumor- well, several really- that there were plenty of places on Aelenoir where elves lived 'wild and free', and they were all-too happy to see new people. In fact, snagging a bodacious elven woman seemed to be the hip new thing there at the time, and these rumors told of how the women were pleased to be wed or taken by any and all. But lo and behold, only one of these rumors proved to be true, and that was the sight of Arkaglaz, the ruined city with its one building standing tall and proud the tower, otherwise known as the spire. The Spire of Arkaglaz had a dark history filled with mad prisoners, monsters, beasts and much more. But these horrors were specifically placed to guard one thing the last pure elven woman of Aelenoir, supposedly the only one capable of leading the elves of the land so long as she maintained a peaceful mind and lived like a monk amongst royalty. Unfortunately for prophecies and whatnot, this elven princess was anything but pure. You see... Centuries of living alone in the top floor of a spiralling tower leads to boredom, and it was eventual that Veronica Aelingard would have turned her attention to matters of the flesh. She drank wine, ate good food and maintained her perfect shape, but her soul became as normal as everyone else's. Her hands, once idle and supposedly meant for crafts, played upon her own body from time to time. Lust pervaded her mind and made her feverish with anticipation. Oh, how Veronica desired someone, anyone, to climb those steps to her quarters and free her. She knew that hundreds of people had tried before, but no-one had managed to reach her before the monsters claimed them. Uncomfortably and perpetually horny, Veronica threw herself upon her soft bed and grumbled into the covers, eager to have anyone come in and gaze upon her body...
Thread: The Lonely Elf - (Major Mario x how_is_you)

One rumor was definitely true, and it was also true that the men who had tried before to endure the harsh mountains, dry plains, and fearful beasts of the tower in the ruined city were only met with an untimely death. One man had heard the rumor, and the various people of his own village, Ravenwood, had as well. He was the local hunter, or ranger, if that term was perferred. In the village, his skill with a bow was unmatched, indeed, even some of the colder elves had told him that he had talent. Part of the reason for that was his ancestry he was 132 elven. Not enough to truly claim as 'elven blood,' but certainly enough to contribute to his skill. Also, his ears were slightly more pointed. Aventus was this man's name, and he had finally reached the top of the tower. His quiver had one last arrow in it, and he had his firing hand on the door handle. Whatever laid behind this door was in for a rude awakening, be it a reward of that fair elf woman, or the last beast that held him from it. He turned the handle slowly, and swung the door open, the rusted and worn hinges creaking as he did so. Rolling his eyes, Aventus flung the door open, and he pulled the string on his bow, arrow ready to fire. Seeing the woman, however, he immediately lowered his bow, and stared. He was a man, after all, and he did have a inkling for bare flesh. He grinned, but he hid it well enough, clearing his throat. M'lady.
Thread: The Lonely Elf - (Major Mario x how_is_you)

Veronica swung her legs over the side of her bed and steeled herself to run when she heard the door open with an audible creek. She was still a virgin by all accounts, but the princess was still fearful that one of the beasts would forget what they were supposed to protect and come up to ravage her, or worse, kill her. For many years the beasts left her alone, but recently they had been heard near her door with their hot, feverish breaths as if they could smell the elf's lust. It frightened and aroused Veronica to no end, so she was overjoyed to know that this man, whoever he may be, was skilled enough to kill her guards and make it to her. Pleased yet still alarmed Veronica played upon the latter emotion and placed a hand to her chest. Oh! she chirped, her lips forming a sweet 'O'. M-my! What a gentleman, here to rescue me! Aren't you just so brave, serah! My name is Veronica Aelingard... And I'm ever so thankful for your presence! Veronica was truthful. She really wanted to get out of this dusty old dump and see the world, but she also wanted to extinguish the inferno that had been building up between her thighs for such a long time. Her long hair was a beautiful shade of golden brown, almost blonde, while her sharp eyes shimmered like two pools of deep blue. A cute nose and rosy cheeks helped to accentuate her demure stature while a shapely body left nothing to the imagination. Though Veronica wore a royal garment, her cloth hung tight against her and highlighted her long, slender legs, meaty thighs and rear, and more importantly, the heft of her full chest. A downward glance from Aventus and he would see her cleavage better than a simple tavern wench's. With luscious, hooded eyes Veronica leaned forward from her spot on the bed and cooed. What could I ever do to repay you, Sir...?
Thread: The Lonely Elf - (Major Mario x how_is_you)

Aventus saw the initial alarm on the face that greeted him, and he himself just had to chuckle. While he was a gentleman, raised by his parents to respect women, he wasn't above a good joke here and there. My, my, am I that ugly a man to someone like you? He chuckled again, hoping the joking tone he had put on display for the comment reached her ears with the right intention behind them. His eyes did indeed glance downsard, away from her face, and saw the ample cleavage on full and unashamed display for any to see. Was that her doing, or that of whomever had trapped the poor girl in here? Veronica was her name, as well...while the last name was elven by all accounts, her first name was quite human. Then again, he shouldn't exactly be one to speak about such a matter, as Aventus was the opposite. He listened to her words, and the question of his reward, and then the thought hit him like one of those wolves almost did was he expected to have sex with this woman? He thought about it for a moment, and then that moment passed, and he was approaching her slowly, bow and quiver haphazardly discarded to the side as he did so. He pulled the black hood that had been hiding his face down, and revealed his features. He had just enough mystique about his looks to suggest the elven blood, but otherwise he did appear human, a chiseled jaw and steel grey eyes staring her down on her approach, and short black hair almost matching the tint of his armor. He was currently equipped with all black leather armor, his collarbone downward covered in the cured animal hides, protection not a concern. He was now at the foot of the bed, and eyeing the woman with lust. I can certainly find one or two forms of payment a woman such as yourself can provide...if you are open to it, of course. He smiled, trying to be as polite as possible while still keeping the hint of lust forefront in his tone.
Thread: The Lonely Elf - (Major Mario x how_is_you)

I'm open to anything, serah, Veronica cooed. I'm grateful that someone has finally come for me. As such, I am indebted to you... So, tell me what you desire and I will do what I can to give it to you. The elven princess swayed her shoulders and shifted about in her seat upon her plush, luscious bed. With how youthful she appeared, it seemed as if she was trying her hardest to be coy or playful, yet given those dark blue eyes clouded with lust behind her lovely blonde hair, it was a given that she was older than she seemed. How many centuries had passed since Aventus arrived? For all that he knew, the woman might be well over 500 years old. Damn that elven immortality... But it did allow for some interesting developments. For instance, Veronica was bound to know a lot about life and the world outside her tower, and especially matters of the flesh. Hell, if the woman had the tools necessary for the job, Aventus wouldn't be looking upon a virgin! Still playing it coy and seductive, Veronica made sure that Aventus had a good look of her cleavage before mewling like a cat in heat. Maybe... Maybe you'll be happy with my body, hmm? she purred as she beckoned the man closer to her.
Thread: The Lonely Elf - (Major Mario x how_is_you)

The thought of her true age did pass his Monday as she spoke in reply to him, but he had figured that her physical age was far different from her age in years. If he aimed to take her body tonight, then he would have had to get over that small detail early on in their encounter. Aventus had, and decided that the increased age could only lead to more experience. His eyes did take a moment to gawk at her cleavage as she mewled like a housecat, and made him briefly wonder just how the hell she made a sound like that. He had heard such a sound, and knew that making it as a humanoid was difficult. He discarded that thought to the side like his bow, and smiled at her offer of her body, taking the gesture in stride as he approached closer towards her. If he had been wearing his normal clothing, Veronica would have been able to see the bulge of just how large he was, but the armor hid that lerfectly, so it would be a surprise for her. Maybe I will...it smells as if primal pleasures have consisted of much of your time in this tower. As the hunter in his town, he had very developed senses, and smell was no exception. The scent of her sexual exploits hung in the air like a fog, though the last time she had done so was a little time ago.