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Thread: Money talks, but hearts listen [JamieOBurke x TinyThings]

Elena could only smile as she looked at her lover crawl on all fours. Her own little sex pet. It didn't take her long to return with the large strapon between her teeth. As she had trained her to do, she stayed on all fours with her ass in the air. She patted Tatiana on the head to reinforce the image of her being a pet. Good girl! She would have given her a sweetie if she had one at hand. She stood up and quickly raised her finger at Tatiana. Staaaay! She had to react before the excited girl jumped of the couch. Elena' reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress. She ensured she moved slowly to raise the tension. Her hips started wiggling and her dress slipped of her body exposing her bare breasts and pussy to the cool air. She kept her heels so she kept towering above Tatiana, but also because it turned her on profusely. She waited for a moment. Allowing Tatiana to take in her body. Her hands moved from her breasts to her crotch. Teasing her lover. Denying her the privilege of touching her. She stepped in the harness and strapped on the huge dildo. Using a strap on gave her the ultimate feeling of power. She grabbed her dick and stroked it. It was so thick, her fingers couldn't reach each other as she wrapped them around the base. She only used the big one on special occasions as she knew the size would be hard for Tatiana to take. She stepped closer to the couch and grabbed Tatiana's chin. I'm going to fuck your wet pussy and your tight asshole with this beast... Her thumb traced her wet lips. ... But I'm not finished fucking that pretty little mouth of yours. She lifted up her hand and slapped Tatiana twice. First with her open palm and then immediately with the back of her hand. She grabbed the back of Tatiana's head with both hands and pulled her on the dildo. Without warning. Immediately forcing her down as far as she could. Pulling hard, she inched Tatian's face closer to her pelvic bone. She could hear her choke and her eyes teared up, messing up her mascara even more. Looking down at her lover's messed up face turned her on even more. She released her head and allowed her to remove the dildo from her throat. She didn't want to kill her, as the toy was clearly down her throat and blocking her air supply. As she gasped for air she rubbed her face. Smearing the mixture of mascara, lipstick, saliva and cum all over her face. Who's my dirty little whore? You love sucking down on my dick right? Show me what a good little cock sucker you are!
Thread: Money talks, but hearts listen [JamieOBurke x TinyThings]

Elena was pleased looking down at her pet. She loved it when she was covered in spit and cum while her make up was smeared all over her face. It made Tatiana look like a used whore and it turned on Elena even more. Deciding she wasn't covered enough she leaned over her pet and slowly released a string of saliva. It stretched from her lips down to Tatiana's forehead. She kept sucking the toy as her training taught her. Elena expertly moved her lips so the saliva was spread over Tatiana's face. I LOVE it when you're all covered darling. It makes me so horny! Tatiana had become really good at sucking down Elena's toys. They had started with the smallest vibrator and by no time she was swallowing the biggest strap on they had. The sight of her putting all her effort in pleasing an inanimate object for Elena's pleasure was the ultimate show of adoration. She moved her hips to meet Tatiana's movements. Forcing the dildo deeper every time. Elena was cupping her breasts. Pinching her hard nipples. She couldn't wait any longer, she needed to fuck her pet. She grabbed Tatiana's hands and pulled her to her feet. She kissed her deeply once more and bit Tatiana's lower lip. She could still taste her cum mixed with Tatiana's saliva. Elena sat down in the couch and pulled her pet on her lap. Tatiana was sitting on her knees, her crotch resting on the plastic dildo. They looked each other in the eyes. Tatiana looked amazing from this angle. Her perky breasts on fully display. Ride me! Slam your pussy on my big cock. Show me how much you want to please me! Elena's hands roamed over her slave's body. Her nails scratching the bare skin leaving slight red traces. She squeezed Tatiana's breasts hard. She slapped them as she stared at her lover's reaction.
Thread: Money talks, but hearts listen [JamieOBurke x TinyThings]

Her face covered in the aftermath of Elenas pleasure, she kept one eye staring up at her lover. Her Mistress. Her owner. She moaned around the plastic toy, her fingers stroking the sides of it she didnt get inside her mouth. Feeling the wet saliva sliding down her forehead, she closed her eyes to make sure it didnt get inside them, as she kept swallowing to match Elenas hip thrusts. Her body shivered with the slight strain against her jaws, loving this sensation of pleasure for uncomfortability. Pleasure, for anything. A finger dried saliva and cum from just her eyes, so she could once again look up at Elena, moaning with what Elena said, smiling behind the smear of makeup, cum and saliva. Tatiana had love this time of training in pleasuring a toy. Even though it was just a toy, Tatiana had evolved a useful skill. It pleased Elena, and would please anyone in the future, should Elena ever get bored of her. Something Tatiana didnt expect, but as always on a lovers mind. The fear of losing the other. When grabbed and pulled up to her feet, Tatiana whimpered a bit desperately, clearly wanting more, but when their lips met, any resistance vanished, as her eyes closed and she returned the kiss. She giggled softly as her lower lip was bitten, shivering a bit again, as her hands carefully stroked up Elenas stomach, before stopping just bellow her breasts. She observed Elena sitting down, biting her own lower lip before she was pulled above the massive toy. Her eyes widened with excitement, her expression keeping a happily pleading look, as she waited for Elena to speak. And when she did, Tatiana flared up with excitement, leaning in to stroke the fabrics, still covering some of her body, against Elenas. Thank you, Mistress.. Thank you.. She humbly thanked, before reaching a hand down, to pull the panties aside, revealing her damp lips, wasting no time before dropping down over the toy, letting it, slowly at first, slide inside of her body. Her body shivered intensely at the sensation, head tilting back, making the long red curls flow down her back. Her eyes closed, as she placed one hand on Elenas shoulder, fingers gently gripping her skin, as she slid down on the toy. She thrust her chest against the hands roaming her breasts, gasping with pleasure as they where slapped through the fabric, her eyes instantly looking down to Elena, as she took a short pause, making sure she hadnt done anything wrong. When she knew she hadnt she grinned playfully, before slamming herself down on the plastic toy, gasping loudly with pleasure, Elenas scratching her skin just then. Her own nails, by accident, dug slightly into Elenas skin by her shoulder as well. Something Tatiana didnt even notice she did, as she started slowly riding the plastic toy. Tatiana placed a hand upon one of Elenas, gently trying to hint her to continue, not trying to stop the scratching, rather trying to make it continue, as her body shivered in excitement.
Thread: Aiden's Craving Thread. MxF ~Harry Potter~

New Craving
Thread: Aiden's Craving Thread. MxF ~Harry Potter~

Same old Harry Potter, but different craving
Thread: Aiden's Craving Thread. MxF ~Harry Potter~

Aww hey you. It's been forever! Glad to see your role-playing again I'd be willing to do some sometime if you'd like.
Thread: Not Alone (Me & viktri_neɪʃən)

Ferra pulled herself out of the snow and let out a sigh, she was drenched from head to toe because of falling through some ice, a small pond had been hidden under the deep snow and she was unaware of it and that is had weak ice. She grabbed the dead rabbits she had managed to hunt down and trudged her way back towards the cabin she was staying in. She was a young girl, age of 18 with long blond hair and dark brown eyes, she had a slender build. Her chest was small with breasts that would fit perfectly in the palm of your hands. Anyways Ferra had been alone since her parents were killed by Walkers about a year before. She however was no longer alone, she had been saved by a grungy man with shaggy hair and a crossbow. His name was Daryl Dixon and she had made her way up north with him six months before to live out the winter. As she made her way into the cabin she shut and locked the door behind her and sat her bow down on a rack Daryl had made alone with her quiver. She pulled her jacket and boots off trying to keep herself from shivering, she trembled and made her way to the kitchen and put the rabbits in the gave freezer. She could hear Daryl making his way up from the basement and she moved to the fireplace and threw a log onto the fire. She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her body and let out a sigh as she sat in front of the fire trying to stay warm. She heard the basement door open and she knew he had heard her come in. I managed to get some rabbits, they are in the freezer. she said trying to stay calm but the cold felt like it was seeping into her bones. It had been hard for her to let him let her go outside alone, he always was by her side since he had saved her life. She didn't know why he was so protective of her but she didn't mind. I can clean them up after. she said and Ferra pulled the blanket up and over her wet hair shivering slightly now.
Thread: Not Alone (Me & viktri_neɪʃən)

These damn days were often spent in silence. Daryl's mature body and thick build was stretched out on a bare mattress with his hands locked behind his head. His dark, narrow eyes flickered about the darkness as he helplessly awaited Ferra's return with much concern, though unexpressed in his handsome features that ultimately created a tough guy image. He taught her everything there is to know about survival shortly after he saved her and secretly began to regret it when she became too dependent on him, which he found irritating. He claimed at that point, I ain't no sitter. Now if you're gon' be with me, you're gon' have my back. And now she is too independent and ironically it annoys him more than when she was just a needy girl. His insatiable lust for Ferra grows stronger everyday but it pains him to know she does not need him in the sense of how much he needs her. Daryl sat up at the sound of the distant opening and closing of the front door followed by the familiar thumping of Ferra's feet walking across the room. He blindly reached beside the mattress and grabbed his hunting knife before carefully climbing the stairs out of the basement. He twisted the knob and pushed the door open to see her cocooned in a thick blanket beside the small fire. As he neared her, his heavy boots emphasizing each step closer he took, she told him of the rabbits she caught. He just barely understood her through all the shivering. Daryl overshadowed her smaller figure once beside her and witnessed her struggling to get warm faster. ...That ain't no way to do it. Just gettin' the blanket wet too. He dropped down beside her and removed the blanket from her completely to see her clothes soaked all the way through and clinging to her figure. Damn. What, you think it was a nice day for a swim? He sucked his teeth and shook his head as he pinched an area of fabric on her shirt and felt the cold water occupying it. You need to get out of these fast. Releasing her shirt, he snatched up the blanket and opened it wide like a curtain, hiding her body from him. Hurry up, I ain't lookin'. He snapped at her before turning his attention towards the dancing flames. Cover up with the blanket when you're done.
Thread: Not Alone (Me & viktri_neɪʃən)

Ferra could hear the loud thuds of Daryls boots as he made his way behind her yet she didnt flinch she was so used to him now or so she thought. She remembered all, the tongue lashing he had given her but she never said anything back to him saying that she didnt need him or she didnt care. Her father had raised her right, to respect your elders and those who had more experience than her. Ferra always carried a knife herself but around Daryl she didnt even try to pull it on him, she trusted him now, he did save her life so she owed him that much, she was sure of that. She felt him drop to his knees beside her and she frowned when he suddenly pulled the blanket off her body. I wasnt going for a swim I fell through some damn ice. There is a pond down there and the damn ice is thin. She grumbled as she felt him pluck and pull at her shirt. She sighed when he let go and snapped at her to strip as he held up the blanket but she did as she was told. Fine.dont get your panties in a bunch. She muttered back to him as she pulled her wet shirt off over her head followed by her pants throwing them to the floor. She laughed slightly eying Daryls face as he seemed a bit uncomfortable by her. Its not like you havent seen a woman before. She muttered and grabbed the blanket wrapping it tightly around her. She had left her underwear on for the moment then slipped them off once the blanket was over her. She then picked her clothes up and hung then on a rack by the fire. She was still shivering a bit but not as bad as before. She then looked at Daryl and let out a sigh as she stood straight and turned his head towards her. All he could see were her shoulders her left one still scarred from the bullet wound she had gotten when he had saved her. Thank you. She said as she looked him straight in the eyes before she let go of his chin and walked past him softly heading to her bedroom. She shut the door behind her or so she thought so it was only open a crack which she didnt know about. She pulled on a new pair of underwear and some old jeans over her hips. She then grabbed a tank stop and slowly slipped it down over her arms, her back was facing the door showing old scars she had gotten from a child all the way up to when Daryl had found her. Ferra let out a soft groan the scar on her shoulder still caused her some pain but she managed to slip her shirt down and over her slender stomach. She then pulled an old sweater over her frame wincing slightly before she sat on the bed staring down at the floor. She did need Daryl and she knew it wondering if he wished she wasnt there. She wondered if she should leave, but she still owed him for saving her life. She let out a sigh and rubbed her shoulder standing up, she then made her way into a bathroom drying her hair with a towel.
Thread: Not Alone (Me & viktri_neɪʃən)

Yeah, I'd hardly call you a woman. Daryl mumbled so low under his breath his mouth barely opened. The insult was empty, only applied to hide his true feelings, though Ferra was no punk and knew he was only kidding. From the corner of his eye, he watched her maneuver her panties down her legs while still beneath the confinements of the blanket. An unfamiliar emotion stirred in his stomach, something most people would immediately recognize as envy, when he wished it could be him guiding those undergarments off and her body contained in his as he kept her warm. Daryl's eyes quickly shifted back to the fire when she approached him, only to be forced to look back in her direction. He focused on the intense look she flashed him and then to the pouty lips that carefully and hypnotically formed the words Thank you. For that moment, his eyes never wanted to leave the sight of her lips and fought even harder to roam around her bare shoulders or her chest that would have revealed itself if it weren't for the blanket. ....You're welcome. he whispered, now realizing how close her face actually was to his. She freed his chin and whipped around to her room, tapping the door softly once she entered with intentions of it closing but without her knowledge, it gently fought back and cracked open. Daryl brought his hand up to his chin and stroked the whiskers of his beard soothingly after suffering from her strong grip and followed her curvy hips until she reached the bedroom. His interest peaked higher when the blanket dropped to the floor, exposing every inch of her naked body to his eyes that often wondered what sort of body she hides under her clothes. Besides her perky ass and sexy feminine build, he is stunned to notice several scars crawling along her back, very similar to his own. The sight immediately brought up unwanted memories of his past, and by the time he blinked them away, Ferra was fully clothed and wandering the cabin, drying her hair with the towel. He rose to his feet and strode up behind her before capturing her with his big arms. He made it so she could not free herself too easily or hurt him in the process and so she could do little to stop him. In a swift movement, all the layers of clothes that warmed her torso were lifted up to reveal her scarred back to him again. They were real. He had not imagined them. Why you ain't ever tell me?
Thread: Not Alone (Me & viktri_neɪʃən)

She yelped suddenly as she felt Daryls arms wrap around her and hold her in place. She squirmed a bit but felt him pull her t-shirt and sweater off her head. She hugged her chest tightly and gulped as she stared over her shoulder at him. He had been spying on her, she knew that was the only way he could have seen her scars. When he asked her why she had never told him she blushed and stared down at the floor shivering slightly. I didnt think you would care Daryl. She said as she let out a sigh and picked up her shirt covering her breasts with it. She knew there was no way he was about to let her get out of this one so she decided to just come out with it. You want to know? You want to know why my scars look like yours? Its because my Aunt and my Uncle used to beat the crap out of me whenever I came over to stay at their place or when my older sister was too drunk to pull her ass of the couch and feed me, then I would ask for food, they took it out on me. She said simply. She stood there shaking with anger but not towards Daryl, more towards the ones who had left her with the scars. It didnt stop until daddy shot my Uncle and sent my Aunt a running. Ferra said staring at the floor. I had learned to fend mostly for myself by then when my sister was left to take care of me while daddy was in jail and Mom went to visit. I promised I would never let it happen again. Ferra said and turned her head and looked back up into his eyes. Her body shook some more and she let out a massive sigh moving her hand to gently touch the scar on her shoulder that still pained her. I told yah, you can let me go now. She said feeling angry tears coming to her eyes. Her body was a lot smaller than his that was for sure but she had fought to live which was one thing he already knew. She couldnt go anywhere though with his arms wrapped around her as tightly as they were. She felt the memories coming back and she took a deep breath but it was to late, the tears were streaming down her cheeks and landing on the floor. She seemed to lean into Daryls grasp as she wiped her tears on the sleeve of her shirt that she held against her naked chest. Im sorry. She whispered trying to quell her tears which were of more anger then sadness. I dont want to remember it anymore. She whimpered and suddenly turned. She hugged him tightly around the middle and buried her head into Daryls armless plaid shirt that he seemed to always wear. She felt her shirt drop but she ignored it, her body was trembling against his own and with how she hugged him he could get a better look at her scar if he wanted to. Ferra knew better then to try to fight him off, he would always come back wanting to push to know more and that is what he had done.
Thread: Not Alone (Me & viktri_neɪʃən)

Didn't care? Daryl was ready to counter that statement with what reasons have I ever given you to not trust me? But as quickly as he said it in his head, he developed more reasons in his mind than he had fingers and that is what made him keep his mouth shut. She trembled in his arms as she described a cruel life where her parents and older sister that were never around so she begged for meals at her Aunt and Uncle's who did the actual damage to her back. He did not want to let go of her now while she was still like this, with fear that she'd start kicking furniture and screaming which won't help anyone but the Walkers. Sorry your life was shit before the Turn. Daryl slowly released her at her request, but as soon as he did, the tears came flooding down her cheeks and she sought refuge back in his arms. Her shirt abandoned her, leaving her breasts flattened against his hard chest. ....Ferra. he placed a hand on her scarred shoulder, Girl, look at me. He gently pushed her back far enough to see her puffy eyes. This my favorite shirt. He whispered and leaned down to kiss her while one of his hands crawled up her back and the other rested on her side in a way that secured her in place.
Thread: Not Alone (Me & viktri_neɪʃən)

Ferra grunted slightly and then felt him shift when she had hugged him. His words just made her sigh slightly until he moved his hand and pushed her away slightly. She was about to say she was sorry when he said that it was his favorite shirt that she had been crying in. She however she was shocked when his lips suddenly came down on her own and hissed her. She then felt his hand move up her back touching her side. She blushed from Daryls scruffy chin against her own and his warm lips pressing down on her own. She just grasped at his gest gently leaning suddenly up on her tip toes kissing him back. Her body was working more than her mind now. She felt herself start to grow flushed under her skin as her cheeks went beet red. However she didnt seem to notice this and he didnt seem to be bothering her, it was a comforting kiss in her mind.
Thread: Not Alone (Me & viktri_neɪʃən)

His rough hands gathered in the middle of her bare back once she accepted his kiss and returned it with equal passion, forcing her back with each step forward he took until she became trapped between a sturdy wall and his beyond aroused figure that seemingly turned him into the animal he is often perceived as. He broke away from the desirous kiss and laid his lips upon her neck then ravenously advancing to the areas he desired more her delectable breasts and rosy tipped nipples that begged for attention. He engulfed one in his mouth and flicked the tip rather harshly with this beast-like air about him. Lust ignited in his eyes and danced much like the flames in the pit the longer he continued and received such a positive response from her body. Daryl could do her right here and now. His pants suddenly grew tighter around the crotch area and he could not help but grind his confined member against her.