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Thread: Amazonian futas keep it in the family (Toritay and MewMew)

The day had come. For years since the elder queen had moved on to her home in the goddess's palace, the empire had waited for the next crowning. In the kingdom of Amaznina, the queens are chosen from the existing bloodline. One queen, the elder, is chosen first or inherits the crown when the previous elder queen retires. The lesser queen, is always the daughter of the elder. The Amaznina are a race of very tall busty women. They're also single sexed. All members of their race having both sexes and capable of being mother or father. The reigning elder Queen, Yvari inherited the title when her mother Ulvia, retired to become the chief priestess of their goddess a decade ago. During that time, Yvari had waited for her daughter by her mother to come of age. For when that even occurred, Yvari would be married with her daughter and they would reign together. For years, Yvari had patiently waited and watched her daughter grow. While Yvari was the taller and more well hung of the two, her daughter had grown to be quite the beauty. Every bit as beautiful as Yvari's mother Ulvia was. Now, after years of waiting, the day had finally come. Yvari's daughter had come of age and would soon be married to her mother. The ceremony would take several days. Today was the first day of the week long festival that the nation threw on behalf of their monarchs. Yvari and her soon to be daughter-wife would feast and begin to draw together. By the end of the week, they would be united and share the throne together. Yvari was in her room being waited on by her loving and volunteer servants. They had dressed her in a long green dress with a gold crown. Her hair had been done and she wore tall green heels. She waited for her daughter, ready to share the day with her soon to be wife.
Thread: Amazonian futas keep it in the family (Toritay and MewMew)

Yvette knew the day when she is betrothed to her mother would be coming yet she didn't think it would come so soon. Come to think of it, just last week she remembered the woman around the palace mentioning it too. Certainly, she wanted to marry her mother, as far as, Yvette, herself is concern, her mother was most prettiest woman she has ever seen, delighted to marry her. And here is Yvette. Sure, she's pretty, but is she enough for her mother? Well, Yvette find out pretty soon. Yvette would be best wife including partner her mother would ever have, after all, her mother deserved to be with best spouse ever. Yvette exactly planned on doing that too. It wasn't strange for Yvette when she heard she would be getting married to her mother, if anything, she pretty thrilled. Her mother was beautiful and knowledgeable. But that wasn't only reason why she was getting married to her mother. Traditionally, it was normal for the daughter and woman of the Amazonina Kingdom to get married. Unlike her mom who was more in endowed and taller, Yvette blessed with very large breast and a curvaceous body. For the ceremony, the brunette properly dressed in backless blue dress that showed her olive back. As for her hair, it was curl, causing the curls to bounce off her back. Nervously yet reluctantly, Yvette knocked on the door gently where her mother was inside, proceeded on entering the room after she grabbed the knob, entered the room.
Thread: Amazonian futas keep it in the family (Toritay and MewMew)

Yvari had finished getting ready. She sent away her servants and stood up. She walked over to the body length extra large mirror in her room. Her heels clicked against the stone floor as she walked. Standing in front of the mirror, Yvari admired her own body. She looked perfect for her daughter. Once satisfied, Yvari went and sat on the lounge chair in her room and waited. The knock on the door caused a wide smile to spread out across her face. Come in. She called to whoever was at the door. But she knew it was Yvette. She'd waited all day to see her daugher again. She was too eager to see her daughter, so touch her. To hold her close in front of their whole civilization. Yvari was impatient. She'd waited forever for her daughter to finally be ready. But it had been worth the wait. Yvette was her destiny.
Thread: Amazonian futas keep it in the family (Toritay and MewMew)

Yvette hoped she was good enough for her mother. Her mother was perfect whereas Yvette wasn't. She didn't think she worthy to be with her mother. Even if that is the case she is glad to be marrying her mom. After all, Yvette always wish to be with her mother. Finally the time has came where Yvette can be with her mother. When she heard her mother tell she could come in, Yvette didn't waste any time she immediately enter the room. To see her mom dressed up in a beautiful green dress and heels cause Yvette to look at her it wasn't a quick glance either, it was long stare. Mom, you look beautiful. She complimented her as she walked over to kiss on the lips gently. All the while she kiss her mom, she also wrapped her hands around her mom's waist, admiring her beauty. I can't wait for us to be married She breathed out, happily.
Thread: Amazonian futas keep it in the family (Toritay and MewMew)

Watching her daughter walk in, Yvari felt herself grow warm. She had waited for this day for years. Today would finally result in the culmination of her love for her daughter. She wrapped her arms around Yvette and returned the kiss with pleasure. Her hands slipping up her daughter's back and caressing her. No, it's you who look beautiful. Yvari commented as the kiss broke. I've sat on the throne alone for a long time. It's your day. I want everyone to see my beautiful daughter and share in the joys I have to be her wife. Holding her hand out for her daughter, Yvari smiled. Shall we go become one? She asked her daughter. The marriage ceremony waited for only them.
Thread: Amazonian futas keep it in the family (Toritay and MewMew)

Yvette gasped when her mother wrapped her hands around, returned the kiss with delight. She groaned sweetly when her mom's hands slipped up her back to caress her. .... She wanted to say something to her mom. To thank her, to ask why, to say her name, anything. But her mouth wouldn't form the words. Truly happy, Yvette barely could murmur a word. Taking her mother's hand, Yvette smiled back at her mom. Yes, let's go, be one together. She answered, started walking hand in hand with her mom.
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Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - ACT: ONE - Prison Break

Welcome to Branderscar ACT ONE Prison Break In the kingdom of Talingarde, many crimes may send you to Branderscar Prison, but the sentence has but one meaning. You are wicked and irredeemable. Each of you received the same greeting when you arrived. You were held down by rough hands, stripped naked and branded upon the arm with a runic F. The mark signifies forsaken and the painful scar is indelible proof that each of you has betrayed the great and eternal love of Mitra and his chosen mortal vassals. Condemned, you might await the gentle ministrations of the inquisitors so that co-conspirators may be revealed and confessions extracted. Perhaps, some of you will be spared this ordeal. Perhaps instead you have come to Branderscar to face the final judgment. In three days, the executioner arrives and the axe falls or the pyre will be lit. Through fire or steel, your crimes will be answered. You have all been chained together in the same communal cell dressed in nothing but the suit your mothers gave you. Manhandled and mistreated, any finery you once possessed is either ruined or long lost. No special treatment has been given any prisoner male or female, commoner or noble all of the forsaken are bound and imprisoned together. Your feet are secured by iron cuffs tethered by one long chain. Your arms are secured to the wall above by manacles. A guard is posted right outside the cell day and night. Little thought is given to long term accommodations. At Branderscar, justice comes swift and sure. Escape seems hopeless. You have all have been stripped naked and any attempt to conceal anything on your person has failed. And if you could somehow slip your bonds and fly out of this prison, where would you go? The mark on your arm brands you as forsaken and any that helped you knowingly would make themselves guilty of crimes that would send them to Brandescar themselves. Who from your former life would want anything to do with the forsaken? Despised, alone and shackled all that you can do now is await your doom. For each of you, your old life is over. For each of you, hope is a fading memory. For each of you, justice will be fairly meted. And who can blame fair Talingarde after what each of you has done?
Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - ACT: ONE - Prison Break

Her lower arm still throbbed where two hours ago the red hot iron had mercilessly dug into her soft milky flesh, where the smooth flawless white under the sizzling sounds and biting smell of burning flesh was marred by the crude runic F of the Forsaken. She was healing already, but that scar would remain. It evoked associations of a captured swan to see fair Avara chained to the rough hewn prison wall like this. All of her body was lithe and slender and long, her delicate feet and hands as well as her shapely legs and craning neck crowned by an angelic face of classical beauty with the sensual lips, high cheek bones and the large, curious eyes that were scanning the room even now. All, for one prominent exception, the massive pair of plump round breasts crowned by dark and thick long nipples that hung weightily on her chest like ripe melons even now that her arms were fixated to the wall high above her head. No bodily hair disturbed the contrast of her light skin with the dark and brooding stone behind her, dirtied by blotches of dust and grime like the golden blond mane that framed her head and flowed down her back all the way to her small but pert rear but seemed to have lost some of its voluminous lustre during the dreary imprisonment. While she might appear forlorn and helpless, her mind was still awake and active. Maybe it was just the discipline of her training that would not let her give up hope just yet. Maybe she would indeed meet her end before the sun had set another three times, and in a most gruesome way as well, but she would never forgive herself in those final moments to come if she had not at least tried every avenue of escape imaginable to her. For the last hour at least she had carefully shifted her wrists and ankles, trying them time and again against the crude iron binding her, but to no avail yet. Held back by caution not to chafe herself the manacles proved just the tiniest margin too narrow to slip from. But she would continue to try. And to observe. There had to be a gap in the prisons security somewhere. She only had to find it.
Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - ACT: ONE - Prison Break

She looked over the cell, the F branded into her porcelain skin a ugly, red and black mark, soft elven flesh burnt away and defiled by crude irons, heated by ignorant human men, creatures that should feel lucky to kiss any woman boots! Still, as she fumed, Elasha looked over the cell, her own senses looking, not trusting, bitter and searching, as her ears twitched at every movement, eyes searching in the gloom of the cell. Still, while she had been tossed in with a pair of males, at least they were shackled, her eyes roamed over their bodies in a predatory manner, evaluating and examining, making little point in hiding it, as she seems to try and evaluate their worth, and how much of a fight they would put up while breaking, or how much they would fetch at a market, not looking at them like men, but as a valuable object, as her cold elven eyes rake them. Still, her expression, fey as mortals were likely to get, a touch otherworldly, softens, becoming far more caring as her eyes move over a shackled Tiefling, a faint expression of concern entering her stern eyes for a moment, even as they took in her curves and naked form. Still, even distracted by the eyecandy, and the men, her ears would be listening, trying to find a chance, any chance of escape. Perception Check to Listen, and Appraise check on the Males Perception 1d201024 Appraise 1d20525
Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - ACT: ONE - Prison Break

La'croise shifted slightly against the wall, mainly because his arms were starting to ache from being held over his head for so long. He barely even acknowledged the light throbbing of the brand on his arms. When one had been caught in as many explosions as he had, burns weren't really a bother. And boy did his experience show. Along his lean frame, more built for acrobatics and speed rather than strength, numerous healed burn marks marred his skin. Yet, strangely enough, they didn't seem to detract from his attractiveness. In fact, they seemed to add to it, giving his skin an almost marble-like pattern. His face was untouched though, his grayish-green hair falling over a pair of red eyes, green lines tattooed beneath each eye. His fingernails were long and lacquered a dark green. Strange how they remained intact all this time. He looked over his cell mates. Four very attractive women, and another man. One of the women, an elf, even seemed to be checking him out. With a playful smile, he shifted his body to give her a better look, letting her take in his lengthy, slender manhood. Seemed the guards felt like being nice to him and the other man, giving them a rather nice sight before they were executed. Not that he had any intention of dying here. He just hadn't thought of a way out yet. So... he spoke up, his voice showing none of the despair and resignation other prisoners might have. Hell, he sounded almost friendly, Since we're all in here together, let's get to know eachother shall we? What are you all in here for?
Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - ACT: ONE - Prison Break

It was the second time Kitira was being caught lately, the last time she was captured to be a slave though she was quickly freed by her captors as she proved to be useful and eager to learn more of their cult, still she quickly developed a kink for being dominated but also for dominating others still this situation was way too much, the painful marking on her arm was far from being enjoyable and she along with both her mistresses would soon be executed. The powerful chains made any attempt to escape unthinkable and the continuous vigilance along with the eyes of the unknown prisoners only turned her on with no chance of sexual release, her swollen honey soft breasts had their nipples hard and expectant slightly moving back and forth as her breath was a little heavier than usual and her cheeks tinged of a soft crimson tone from embarrassment but also from arousal as they had been there for a long while. The wiggling of her slender figure and wide hips were not those of struggling trying to break free or escape but those of someone who couldn't stand be in a situation like this. The involuntary movement of her tantalizing toned legs and ass was hard if not impossible to miss and what had started as slight movement was growing to a more teasingly one. Turning to her cell mates she started paying closer attention to all of them trying to discern something about them, figuring they were all spellcasters with the possible exceptions of the female aasimar and he male human whom she thought to be a rogue and a fighter. Would it be ok if she just spoke to them or would it be punished as well, maybe she should give it a try and just whisper to the closer one, she could try to seduce the guard if he just interrupted her, but her attempt not to draw the guards attention was just interrupted by another voice, she then shut for an instant waiting for the others reaction.
Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - ACT: ONE - Prison Break

Looking over the man, his hardness exposed, she gives a smirk, looking for all the world like a predatory shark, as she looks him over, eyes moving to her dear, sweet kitten, as she gives a short hum, seeming somewhat amused at his question, though she does look up and down his form. Collaring and breaking boys like you for sale. Her tone is matter of fact, simple, even as her voice, smooth and almost like water over silk, washes over the ears. Now kitten, you are not trying to masturbate without permission, are you? There is a slight sing-song to her voice, a very subtle mockery, a teasing edge, but affectionate.
Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - ACT: ONE - Prison Break

Mara hung dispassionately from her place on the cell wall. She paid no heed to the faint brand upon her arm her body was resistant to fire, so the clumsy human effort did little other than leave a minor imprint. The tiefling's devilish features horns, cloven-hooves and a tail, were in stark contrast to the relatively 'normal' features of her cell mates. Or so she first expected. Never in her life had she seen so many non-humans in one place. Indeed, while she was used to her elven lover and catfolk plaything, she seemed quietly intrigued at the celestial-blooded creature on the far side of the room. She could feel a kinship, revulsion and curiosity all at the same time. Then there was the blue-skinned woman that seemed to dance on the wind without even moving. Most interesting. Her golden, yellow eyes take in each one's nudity, reveling in the beauty of the female form, regardless of its racial differences. Her eyes focused particularly upon their exposed womanhoods, admiring each in its own unique way. Her own hairless sex was readily exposed and she enjoyed her own visual attentions. Although she had a few tricks up her non-existent sleeves, they were unsuitable to be used at the moment, if she had the chance at all. Death was coming soon, so if the pleasures of the mortal would were about to expire, she would fill her eyes with what she could before the end. Her head tilts at the sound of a voice, disturbing her from such thoughts one of the two men who had been sequestered with them. She looked the one who spoke and grimaces. For on such as myself, appearance would be enough. Looking over to Elasha and Kitira, she offers a knowing grin. I could take care of that for you, if your patient.
Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - ACT: ONE - Prison Break

Though not nearly as skillful as Mara's, Kitira's tail roamed over her hairless pussy in a teasing way for her elven mistress hmm do I deserve a little punishment from you Ma' lady? not exactly being sure how that may be possible under current circumstances but at least talking about it could help release the tension, although Mara words seem to hide some hope in them. Following with her eyes to whoever would speak now she turned to La'croise then and answered too Stupid humans, stupid catfolks... stupid Mitra... revolt, mutiny, insurrection, call it whatever you want they all deserve to fall down, though you don't seem to be like them at all... She enjoying being herself watched but also teasing the restrained human as well. Interesting... you have an usual smell of powder, is that related to what brought you here? The seductive and playful movement of her hips and tail didn't stop even for a second while talking to the stranger.
Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - ACT: ONE - Prison Break

She would chuckle, eyes torn between her infernal lover, and their joint.. Well, some of the more bestial races tend to need to learn by example, rather then outright instruction, as she licks her lips, jealous at this moment, of the lack of tail, unable to grant herself some relief. Still, as her eyes roamed Kitira's body, she nodded. Indeed kitten. Perhaps Mara, her head partially turned to the tiefling beauty, no release and no spankings for a week? She hummed at that, nodding her head as much as she could. Or perhaps, scream her apologies into each of our folds, ten spankings each? It would only be... fair after all. There is a promise in the elf's eyes. If they indeed escaped, their pet would be punished after all.
Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - ACT: ONE - Prison Break

Her anger had been a silent fury that she kept within but it had showed in other ways as the blue 'tattoos' covering her pale skin shifted and roiled to reflect her emotions and her attendant breezes roiled with them, creating little tornadoes from the dust on the floor of the cell or tugging at a few loose strands of her grey-black hair. Only when Kiara looked up a little from staring at the brand on her wrist as the flirtatious banter between the other women in her cell finally permeated her mind and distracted her from her quiet stew of guilt for her former crew and anger at her captors did they begin to settle. She'd been too angry to see straight at first, and she'd barely paid them any mind, but now that she took them all in simple appreciation for their forms proved a welcome relief from the black morass of emotion within. She watched quietly, feeling contemplative and faintly lecherous as the swirling patterns and her attendant breezes began to subside slowly. She didn't dare speak for the moment however, since to do so would interrupt the oddly tantalizing little bit of play going on before her and the only question she had to answer would just bring the darkness back as recollection of her crime would bring recollection of her own capture in which she'd seen her lovers slaughtered and her ship turned into a corpse-filled burning wreck... No, better not to think of that for now. Revenge could come once she figured out an escape, for now the storm needed to be contained.
Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - ACT: ONE - Prison Break

Mara observed the others quietly, smiling slightly at Kitria and Elasha before loosing herself in thought again. She mused briefly on the circumstances that brought them here before dismissing them from her mind the failures of the past were not something to dwell on, given how short her future seemed to be. Silently, she offers a prayer in infernal to her devil-mistress, asking for swift and painful torment on the males of Talingrade for the indignity they've caused her. She may not be able to deliver it herself, but perhaps one day her mistress would do so. After all, a devil's patience is infinite, and mortal lives are fleeting. Again, the tiefling looks over those present and the situation their in, then looks to the guard outside the cell, wondering, absentmindedly, what he was thinking.