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Thread: Beyond the smoke in the bar..[BK & BBB]

The wolf stood there, enjoying her soft lips against his muzzle. His paws wandered, caressing her back, down over her ass and back up again. When she broke the kiss, he looked down at her, letting her guide him to the couch. Plopping down on it when she gave him a little push, he looked at her as she climbs into his lap. As she straddles his waist, he was starting to feel hot and needing, moaning softly as she attacks his neck with her lips. As her tongue rubs against his lip, he moans softly, looking at her with half closed eyes. Her little kiss to his ear made him lean into her. Kissing at her collar bone, he relaxed by slipping his paws under her own shirt. His fingers explored her soft skin, a touch foreign to him, but no less arousing. Her back, her sides, her flat stomach. His fingers moved upward along her stomach, until his palms cupped her breast, holding and lightly squeezing them as he nibbles and licks at the base of her neck.
Thread: Beyond the smoke in the bar..[BK & BBB]

She could feel him starting to relax and she smiled under him. Though she gave a soft moan as he began to squeeze and caress her breasts and neck softly. Mmm. Feels so good.. She said softly and she breathed in deeply. She looked down to him as she trailed her fingers down his chest and she kissed at his neck before she leaned down to grab the hem of his shirt and slid it up over his torso and chest. Just being this close to him, enjoying his nibbling and licks sent her over the edge. Her back arched, shivers shooting up her spin and she soon moved to grab the hem of her shirt as well before sliding it up and over her head before dropping it to the side. Exposing her Double D breasts pressing tightly against her bra and she looked to him as she leaned in and kissed his lips deeply now. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself close, her chest to his as she began to slowly grind her hips down against his own, her fingers curling into fur.
Thread: Beyond the smoke in the bar..[BK & BBB]

The wolf played with her soft, big breast in his paws, squeezing and rubbing them over her bra, quite enjoying them. As she reached down and tugged on his shirt, she didn't need to say anything to get the hint across. Taking his paws out from under her shirt, he lifts his arms to let her slip it off. Shortly after, she slips her own shirt off of her body. Looking at her breast, feeling them pressing to his chest, he growls in his pleasure and need. Holding her hips in his paws, he presses her down to him, letting her feel the bulge in his pants press against her through her own clothing, letting her feel the bulge getting bigger for her. Rio could tell that she was enjoying grinding against him, so he didn't want her to stop, not for one second, to see how her body would react to her own motions.
Thread: Beyond the smoke in the bar..[BK & BBB]

She moaned softly, feeling the arousal that was growing into his pants and she could feel it grinding against her with each motion she made on him. She panted lightly against him and she bit her bottom lip as she clutched onto his shoulders and she rested her hands on his shoulders just behind his neck. Mmm.. She groaned and slid her hands back down, resting on his sides as her back arched and she ground against him a bit harder and faster. She could tell he was quite.. large though his pants and she blushed though she knew she wasn't going to back out of this. She leaned up and into him as she kissed his lips deeply, sliding her tongue out against his bottom lip once more. Teasing it as she asked for entrance. Once receiving the access she slid her tongue into his mouth. After a moment her arms moved from around his neck to slide down to his pants which she began to unbutton and unzip. Standing up onto her knees, not quite straddling him but still over him as she leaned down to help pull his pants down a bit and she looked up to him with that look of lust and need in her eyes.
Thread: Beyond the smoke in the bar..[BK & BBB]

The wolf sat there, panting as she keeps rubbing against him, feeling the dry rubbing making him want her. His paws resting on her hips, as she leaned up to kiss him again, licking his lip, he let her tongue into his muzzle. His long, flat canine tongue greeted her own, rubbing against hers and moaning softly. Letting her tongue retreat, feeling her reach down between the two of them, he looks down at her hands, then back up to her as she kneels over him and pulls his pants down just enough to let him out. Rio wasn't lying when he said he was more wolf than human. His large, red, knotted cock stood up out of his sheath, springing out of his pants when she pulled them down. He was also quite large, considering breeding wasn't a factor, they didn't try to make wolves 'compatible' with human females. Thus, if she was going to play with him, it'd take quite a bit of work just to get him inside of her.
Thread: Beyond the smoke in the bar..[BK & BBB]

She blushed, realizing what he meant by when he said that he was more wolf than human. Though she looked up to him and she groaned softly. She knew as well it would take a bit to get him inside of her. But she was more than willing to make this work and her cool, nimble fingers wrapping around his large, red knotted cock and she pressed her breasts to his chest. Her hand slowly stroking up and down, pumping him. She could tell that he was already quite hard though she kissed his neck and ear softly. After a moment she crawled off of his lap and she was knelt on the floor in front of him. She closed her eyes and pulled his tip into her mouth. Licking on the head lightly, sucking on it. It was quite large, kind of tough to get into her mouth but she manged as she began to work on him. Pumping his shaft up and down a bit quickly, her tongue twirling around him to help lubricate him and she looked up to the wolf before her, her eyes locked with his as her head began to slowly quicken it's pace on his shaft.
Thread: Cherri's Longterm Partner Search

Bump for not being able to sleep. C
Thread: Cherri's Longterm Partner Search

Bump! C
Thread: Cherri's Longterm Partner Search

Hello Cherry! Still looking for an rp partner? I'm quite interested in any of the roleplays you've laid out. Hope we can rp!
Thread: Cherri's Longterm Partner Search

Here's a bump to get you rolling along, good buddy! 3
Thread: Cherri's Longterm Partner Search

A familar user name! Thanks for the bump!
Thread: Cherri's Longterm Partner Search

La bump!
Thread: The Death of The Old Ways (Frelance and Retro)

Ithilwen was awakened by the sound of a blood curdling scream. It had shaken her and she sat strait up head and eyes darting around every which way. What had happened? The room around her was the way it had always been plain with no personal effects and quite small. At first everything sounded normal as well and she assumed that the shrill cry had come from a nightmare that she did not remember. Then, as her body further wakened, sounds filtered their way in. There was the crackling of burning wood, shouts, shuffling feet, and all around discord. Fear grappled her insides. What was going on? The Sanctuary that she was confined to, while a prison to her, was peaceful and secluded she pulled herself from her bed. In the dim and orange light that radiated into her window, she saw the outline of herself in the mirror. Pale as the moonlight, her skin and hair both radiated a nearly white golden color. Her dressing gown was white as well with silver embroidery. The only parts of her that had any distinct color were here eyes, which were a pale indigo and her lips, which were peachy in hue. Her body was slight and willowy. She only took a moment to look at herself before heading outside of the room that had been carved into the side of a tree. The whole sanctuary was carved into the sides of three large and ancient trees. Instead of seeing the normal calm of dawn that greeted her, the sight that welcomed her was hellish. By the gods! she exclaimed. Fire had engulfed the main part of the sanctuary. The stench of burning flesh had accosted her nose. Circling around were men with wooden wings. On their backs were strapped arrows and their bows fired at the same time, creating the sound she had heard back in her room. Another chorus of screams erupted from the places that the arrows had hit, setting whatever they touched ablaze. Before she could stop herself, Ithilwen was running as fast as she could. There had to be something that she could do! There had to be something to stop the Alchemist! In her mind there was not another group who could do such a thing. While she had been blissfully unaware of the turmoil between magicians and science only a short bit ago, travelers had informed her of what had started to unfurl in the world. The power of her magic was beating through her wildly and her aura shone about her. Her magic was pulsing and rushing through her veins. Flight feet carried her to the platform that was controlled by the magic of the Head Priestess. It was perfectly still, attached to the base across the vast expanse of the two trees. A cry tore from her lips. No! She cant be dead! With the sudden flare of her emotions, the light that was encasing her burst brightly forth. The platform of wood lurched forward off of its podium and came towards her quickly.
Thread: The Death of The Old Ways (Frelance and Retro)

Cursen ran into one of the three trees that made up the complex with a short sword in one hand and clay jug in the other. He felt the now family crawling of his skin and slid to a stop as half the others in his group ran into the next room only to be torn apart as the vines that clung to the walls sprang out to wrapped around them. The studded leather armor tore like paper. The breast plates that some of the more experienced soldiers had on held but the veins just wormed there way under the metal. He spotted the slightly built man off in the far corner to late to save the other soldiers but he had enough time to light the fuse on the pot and roll it into the room. Just as the man noticed it get within a foot of him it exploded throwing a burning black tar all over him and about half the room. Blinking away the spots from his eyes he glanced around the rest of the room as the vines went slack then walked into the room. He knelt down and pulled the duel barreled pistol from the belt of what used to be his superior officer and now was just a few chunks of meat. He also grabbed the Alchemy kit and put it over his shoulder so that he had one resting over each hip. Come on search the rest of the rooms. He heard a few others repeat his words most of them being men who were much older than he was. As he stood up the light from the burning corpse caught his eyes and they glinted that vibrant green that was not a natural human color. He saw someone look away quickly but he saw the look of miss trust all the same. He spat on the floor then left the room and started to make his way higher up the inside of the tree. He passed more than a few floors without entering them. He would just look in then when no one was insight before he slipped past the doorway. When he came to the end of the staircase he checked the gun adding a bit more gunpowder since most of it had fallen out. When he was ready he ran out and onto the walkway that went to the edge of the tree. He spotted her right away. She was almost his complete opposite with her light gold to his well tanned hue although he could tell from where he stood that if he was not used to the hard work he grew up with his body would be as thin and slight as hers. Stop or I will make you stop! He shouted so he would be heard above the roaring of the fires below. He raised the pistol and pulled back both hammers while he approached her slowly. He could tell something was different about her. His skin still felt like it was trying to crawl off his arms but where all the others magic had just pushed at his body hers seemed to be leaking inside and filling up spaces that he had not known where there but it did not feel wrong like so many accounts from other soldiers hat suggested. Even still his arm was held out steady and leveled at her chest while he used his other hand to pulled a small sealed pot form one of the alchemy bags.
Thread: The Death of The Old Ways (Frelance and Retro)

The pale and radiant creature only paused for a moment, her long ears twitching in aggravation. Her beautiful face twisted into something horrible. You will kill me anyway! The stench of the gunpowder made her features deepen more. Which, with the sight that greeted her, was not a hastily made assumption. Death littered every inch of the once sacred place. Another scream ripped her attention away from the young man. One of the older acolytes had been pushed off of the edge of a platform and had fallen to his demise. Her stomach lurched forward and she shook her head. All you alchemist want is to destroy every last magical being. I know. Ive been told! As if to prove her point, the tiny moon elf motioned to the space where she had watched the male fae being tossed from. The air around her crackled dangerously and her fingers began to shimmer blue. This was known as a magefire and was considered to be quite rare. At this Ithilwen felt a moment of panic. She was letting her power run away with her again! Yet at this point she could not stop it. Her emotions were racing terribly and made her unstable. The platform she intended to use crashed into her podium, knocking her off kilter a moment as the tree shook from the force of it. So, are you going to pull the trigger on your fire stick or will you let me pass so another soldier can strike me down?
Thread: The Death of The Old Ways (Frelance and Retro)

His grip tightened on the pistol but he was careful not to tighten the trigger not know how sensitive it was yet. He kept his face blank as her face twisted into a horrible mask. Surrender and I will not kill you. He raised his voice so that she could hear him clearly and to hide his nervousness. He could feel her magic worming its way deeper inside him and he resisted the urge to look down at his arms to see if his skin was actually splitting and letting the magic slow inside his veins. He was snapped back to reality when he heard a scream from just behind him. He looked over just in time to see the acolytes fall out of view and a soldier that he did not recognize but could not have been out of his teens standing there with his sword shining wet with fresh blood as it hung limply at his side. Cursen tore his gaze away and looked back at the women as she started to scream at him again. Gritting his teeth he took a few more steps closer to her. Your kind is not any better. You kill as many of our people as we kill of yours! His hand shook a bit as he watched the magic fire started to spread over her fingers and crack the air around her. He knew if he wanted to save himself he would have to move fast. His finger tightened on the trigger but the words from the generals announcement that anyone who brought in someone who had Magic fire they could get out of their conscription. He lowered the gun and put the hammers back into their relaxed position and as he put the pot back into the bag he spoke to her. I am not going to kill you. He used the moment of confusion when the tree shook to pull out a dagger and lung for the women. He steeled himself for the burning pain of the magic fire but all he felt was a warm glow. Right when his skin touched hers and even before he was able to put the blade to her neck he felt a shock of searing heat coursed through him. His body stiffened then collapsed to the wood of the platform as his mind over loaded and shut down. He woke a few hours later laying on a cot in one of the medical tents. As he tried to sit up he registered the burning heat that covered most of his arms, neck and chest. He collapsed back onto the cot as the doctor came over and started to explain that the fire had laced over his upper body leaving burns over most of the area it touched and would leave at least a lace work of thin scars when they were healed. The good news he was told was that he would be up and moving in a few days. When the doctor left him Cursen thought over what had happened then tried to fall back asleep and sleep off the rest of the few days.
Thread: The Death of The Old Ways (Frelance and Retro)

The night pressed on Ithilwen as she walked along the scarcely used path. Her foot fell silently on the soles of her shoes as she moved and she was happy for them. While the small, overgrown pathway was ideal for what she intended to use it for, it had gathered things like small twigs and stones that easily could get caught in feet. The Sanctuary had been her home and prison for almost her entire life. Not a bare foot was ever put on even a blade of grass and the skin there had become extremely sensitive for it. The Head Priestess had made sure Ithilwen was highly sheltered. Apparently it made her wild magic all that much easier to control. The rays of the moon touched her cheeks and she sighed, taking a moment to wrap her arms around her slight body. Most of the time she was forced to retire with the setting sun, as the sun elves that ran the sanctuary normally slept around that time. Moon elves, however, were nocturnal beings as their name would suggest. Out in the beauty of the night she was able to forget the fight that had so troubled her mind and forget about those she had lost. The past, however, was still very fresh and guilt overthrew her. It was not fair that she was reveling in her own life before mourning those she had considered allies. A frown tugged at the corners of her mouth and she pressed on until hunger made her stop in the wake of an apple tree, ripe with golden fruit. Seeing no point in hiding her magic now, she reached out her hand to call an apple to her. Instantly one flew off of the branch it was sitting on and landed in her small boned hands. She breathed on it first and rubbed it against her shirt to make it shine beautifully before she took a bite into the tender flesh. Ithilwen had no clue that anyone was following her or she wouldnt have taken the time to lean against the tree as she ate.
Thread: The Death of The Old Ways (Frelance and Retro)

Cursen had quickly went from walking to a light run. He would have been moving slower but his night vision had not reverted to what he was used to and he now found that he could see about twice as far now. As he ran his mind wandered back to his youth and the hunting trips he and his family had gone on. His family had held onto the skills and traditions that they had learned and pasted down through the generations. Over the years he had been taught how to hunt and use everything on the animal. When he had killed he had learned to say a blessing but when he had asked about it he had never been given a straight answer. He stopped dead in his tracks as he was pulled back from a shock as a increase of magic washed over him. After the initial shock he knew it had not been painful but only large shock to his system. After a few moments he started running again. It did not take him long before he saw the clearing. He slowed to a walk and crouched down as he reached the edge of the clearing. When he looked around he saw one figure clearly but no one else. After he had made sure that they were the only two people there he turned his attention back to the women. Withing a split second of studying her he knew without a doubt it was the moon elf that had almost killed him. He stood up slowly adjusting the sheath on his belt so that he could draw his sword if needed. He kept his pace even and his hand away from the hilt of his sword for the time being. As he walked out of the shadows that the trees cast and his eyes caught the moonlight they seemed to reflect it back. Why did you not kill me? He had not even thought about what he was going to say to her. He kept walking towards he with his hands at his sides. The light caught the fresh scars on the exposed flesh of his chest and arms. It reflected it for a second just like his eyes were.
Thread: The Death of The Old Ways (Frelance and Retro)

The apple was ripe and had a crispy hide the crunching noise from it nullified the sound of the approaching footfall. Her mind wandered to where she could go from there. She had heard tales of other magical cities within the realm but she was concerned. If her Sanctuary, which was so far removed from most civilization, had fallen then had the other places fallen as well? Would she be heading into hostile territory no matter where she went? Doubt loomed over her heavily and made a strange sort of exhaustion press against her temples and eyelids. Perhaps she was feeling an emotional drain to her physical weakness. The familiar voice jarred her from her thinking and she startled, dropping her half eaten apple to the ground as she jumped up. Breath caught in her slight chest and caused it to rise and fall rapidly. The look in her eyes was one of horror the indigo orbs following the faint scars on his chest in a strange and intricate pattern. The first man she had run into had managed to survive. Relief swept over her features momentarily. It was never her intention to kill any of those men. For the most part she could not even control he magic that had bubbled up within her. Her mentor had always gone slowly with her, stating that elves had all of the time in the world to hone their craft. I didnt even want to hurt you, she replied. Her tones were soft and musical. Most moon elves had very lyrical voices and were, in fact, bards. That is what the Sun Elves had told her with a bit of distain to their voices, of course. I never wanted to hurt anyone, really, but it was survival and you were trying to kill or capture us. She noted the flash in his eyes as well but thought nothing of it. It was rare when a human visitor made their way to the Sanctuary all she had been exposed to were those of her kind. That sheen was commonplace to her. Her heart was hammering in her chest. What was she going to do? She felt her aura spark again but, this time, was able to force it down into a churning pile that rested in her stomach and made her feel queasy. Surely he would try to haul her off again. Ithilwen couldnt have that. This brief taste of freedom was amazing and, even wracked with guilt and fear of the unknown as she was, she did not want to let it go. How would she fair in running? Her body was no doubt lighter than his and able to travel at a fast distance but his legs were far more powerful. Chasing her down would be simple. Just stay back. I dont want to have to cause you injury again.