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Thread: The Neko Slaves (Shasha and futakitty)

Rhian squealed as she gave the girl a big hug and kissed her before moving down between her legs and pulled off her panties. She leaned down and licked up Shasha's pussy slowly, getting her wet for her fat cock.
Thread: The Neko Slaves (Shasha and futakitty)

Mmmm. Shasha moaned spreading her legs apart as her pussy was getting wetter and wetter.
Thread: The Neko Slaves (Shasha and futakitty)

Rhian giggled softly as she continued to lick and suckle on her clit. Her finger slid inside of her tight little pussy slowly. I am glad master hasn't loosened you up too much... she whispered softly against her pussy. Then she reached down and pulled out her own cock.
Thread: The Neko Slaves (Shasha and futakitty)

Oh, he barely uses me. Shasha said as she moaned more as Rhian licked her clit. She looked down to see the cock and used her tail to stroke it gently.
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Rhian moaned as her cock was stroked with her tail. She giggled softly and nodded her head slowly. Because I am an attention whore, probably... she whispered softly as she moved up and licked at her bra, teasing her throat the material. That's okay...I will make sure to make you feel so good.
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I hope so or else I will be disappointed. Shasha teased as she brought her hands to Rhian's back slowly undoing her bra strap. Her tail passed over her balls and then back to the cock then off.
Thread: The Neko Slaves (Shasha and futakitty)

Rhian purred loudly as she watched her carefully before lifting her legs and pressing the head of her cock into her. Then she slowly pushed inside of him with a moan of pleasure. Mmm....sotight...
Thread: The Neko Slaves (Shasha and futakitty)

Shasha moaned her legs wrapping around Rhian. Her tail waved as she enjoyed it. She started to kiss her back.
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Rhian moaned against her lips as she pressed her cock all the way inside of her before starting to move in and out slowly.
Thread: The Neko Slaves (Shasha and futakitty)

Shasha continued to moan starting to grab at her back. Ohhh. She moaned loud enjoying it.
Thread: The Neko Slaves (Shasha and futakitty)

Rhian moaned out with her as she started to fuck the girl harder and deeper. Shasha...so good! I love your pussy already!
Thread: The Neko Slaves (Shasha and futakitty)

Mmm I love your cock. Shasha responded kissing her own the lips adding some tongue this time. Fuck me harder.
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Rhian nodded her head a little bit as she started to slam her hips into her wet pussy, moaning out even louder.
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Ohhh your going to make me cum. Shasha cried out. He pussy was tighting as she was getting to a climax.
Thread: The Neko Slaves (Shasha and futakitty)

Yeah...yeah! Rhian cried out as she leaned up and slammed her hips against her ass, arching her back and closing her eyes tightly.
Thread: The Neko Slaves (Shasha and futakitty)

Shasha moaned louder as her juiced began to flow over her cock. She was in a great amount of pleasure as her entire body tensed up in orgasm.
Thread: The Neko Slaves (Shasha and futakitty)

Rhian moaned out as she felt her pussy cum all over her cock. She licked her lips as she looke down at her and continued to fuck her hard and deep.
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Shasha moaned more her legs relaxed more as she continued to take her cock inside her.
Thread: Of Sand and Stone

Al'shaazim had been so caught up in the commotion in the markets he had almost forgotten his charge. Having held fast to his own honor and the thought of the youth laying beneath the docks he had managed some supplies though nothing extravagant. A thick hide draped over a shoulder his boney frame swallowed by it, and some more or less comfortable tanned wears in order to dress the poor fellow. Cursing another man's clumsiness for mules Al'shaazim slowly made his way back, basket in hand, and intact despite the thunderous herd of Knights that loped past with tremendous fury present upon their faces. Another day in the life of a simple man. Each step brought him closer, with the slow swift sweeping of his sandals. The view that opened before the old man however, was not the one he had left. A woman, though attractive was leaning over the young man, she shook him gently and her voice carried upon the sea breeze like that of a sirens call. It brought a smile to the old man's face, naive. Before her, the scene laid out was much as he had left it. Laying still, remained the young man, his chest, fore arms and biceps littered in these markings now, they spread, slowly, regaining color after being so doused in water. The slime the ocean always left upon the skin had dried to a filmy feeling, like that of dust shaken loose. His muscles rigid and still strong twitched within his unconcious sleep. Only the fluttering of eyes beneath closed lids showed messages of life. His features, straight cut and predatory showed the look of a man, not a boy. Stubble held barely to the jawline, only hinting at his youth. A nose, widened at the bridge had been broken but clearly healed well as it did not distort the rugged attractiveness of the man. Like the wolf of the wilds, or perhaps that of the desert fox, his brow showed intelligence rather than the sloped knuckle dragging large foreheads of some knights. Wherever this man heralded from, it was sure a place of great conflict. Scars danced across his flesh, glittering with their sinews under the sunlight. Al'shazzim stepped lively along the rock wall of the pier looking down to the eared woman. His accent was thick, yet he spoke common well enough to get the ladies attention if she had not heard his comings already. Quite a haul, if'n you asks me lil' sis. spoke the near toothless old man, his voice rugged and rough, whistling certain vowels.
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It didn't appear that the man was going to wake anytime soon. She poked his face in annoyance, but went onto admire his sculpted body. He looked like he was older then her, but not by much. He was scarred and she chanced letting her fingers dance over a few of them, tracing their outlines. She stood up, rolling her loose, white sleeves up, getting ready to drag the man as best she could to the nearest horse or donkey. Her billowing shirt and ebony hair blew with a salty breeze and she flicked her hair out of her face. She was about to bend over and grab the man underneath the shoulders when an old voice sounded from behind her. Anja's reflexes wanted her to spin around and fight, but she controlled herself. Unlike her world she didn't have to constantly fight for survival and she didn't think they let old men join the Knights of the Sun. So, slowly and stiffly, she turned around, her eyes guarded and hard. I think I'll be fine. I've carried fatter carcasses then his. There was truth within her words, but that had been a different matter entirely. She had hunted and killed large animals, but she usually chopped them into pieces after skinning them. Of course she didn't expect the old man to know that. She didn't know why he even cared though.
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With a face that seemed to bend with each year of his life the toothless smile came, and was kind warm. Like that of the oceans breeze on a sweltering hot day the old man, chuckled and looked to her, slinking down the stone work to walk beside her. Steadily he set down his pelts and leathers, the basket and something else. Looking to her his face was still wrinkled with that tender smile. Well'n lass, at least help me dress'm afore you go trying to sell'm or the like. Hrm? With that smile he leaned down and squatted before the barbarian. Taking the time to lift him with surprising strength, the old man was very well in shape from the years of activity and it showed with the rigid ripeness of his aged but strong arms. Wrapping the shawl about the man, it had been a fur cloak at one time but looked more a poncho on the fallen form of the north man. Al'shaazim looked to the young girl once more and offered the basket. North men bring trouble lil' one. Best you take this and----. Before he could finish there was a groan behind him, deep and almost inhuman. Leaning up from the sands, eyes still closed, black matted hair fell about the face of the north man. His form hunching forward, as an exhale immediately followed the groan. The words that followed none present could understand, gutral and deep, almost barking like some feral dog. Despite this, the old man had caught a word he had not heard in a long time, and with it's breath on the wind of the ocean, he had stepped back. Odin. Looking to the small woman he simply offered a nervous smile and took to his heels. Scrambling to crawl up the rock face of the high pier. He skipped faster to get away from the sleeping giant as if he had suddenly sprouted a tail and wings. Blinking a few times, another unnerving trait was brought forth. His eye's, they were the color of blood, humans had many colored eyes, radiant blues and greens, deep browns and yellows, but this, this was the color of pure gore, crimson sheared flesh placed upon the iris of a man who stood no doubt like a mountain. Not another sound came, a hand raised to the side of his head, and silence fell, blocking the glaring sun.
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Anja nodded to the man as he walked over and started to dress the man. She hadn't planned on selling him, but now that she thought about it that wasn't a bad idea. The old man was saying that the people from the north were trouble and reached out a basket to her. She didn't know what he was going to tell her because he was cut off by the groans from the man. They were odd groans, but she figured it was because he was foreign. The man sat up on his hands and then leaned forward. He spoke some words she didn't understand at all, but it seemed to cause the old man to act oddly. She found his voice to be extremely attractive, something stirred within her, but that was ignored when the old man smiled nervously at her then ran. She blinked and watched him leave, wondering what in the world had possessed him. She shrugged though and looked back at the formerly unconscious man. Hello. She said as she knelt down next to him. She blinked as she looked at his eyes. They were blood red, not like blood red, but actually the color of blood. She tilted her head and said in a matter-of-fact voice. You have red eyes. She wondered if he understood her, but it wasn't really that important. She was just stating a fact and if he said no, then she would know him for a liar. She was, like her feline counterparts, curious. This man was completely foreign and new to her and she wanted to find out more about him until she got bored.
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His eye's shifted to her, though beneath the crook of his hand, shielding those eyes from the sun. His gaze was stern and hard to discifer, crossed between confusion and awareness. Not stirring just yet from his position he nodded to her statement. Taking the time to close them once more, rolling his head about his shoulders, he felt the muscles pull and tighten, some loosening off. With a sigh of almost delight he thumped his chest and rolled to one knee, unsteadily at that. Though he had been physically uninjured the time in the water perhaps took his legs for the moment. Not to be outdone however, he pulled his other leg forward and began to stand, grumbling something in that strange gutral language again. Feeling the cloak wrapped loosely about his shoulders, he paid little mind to it, and assumed it was from the woman, she was that, a woman. Her feline features catching him a bit off guard, yet unwavering. Licking his own canines, they seemed a bit longer than that of normal folk, giving him a bit more of a feral look, ruggedly gracious in his hair too, it seemed that despite having thick hair on his head, there was little else, covered in the swamp like mass of delightful chaos. His voice rolled off his tongue like silken chocolate dark and deep, poured into a cup of overflowing animal passion. Deep as the oceans were vast and powerful as a storm it was still so smooth. Wulf... as he tapped his chest. Where I? he questioned the woman. Now rising to his full height and near colliding with the pier on his way up, he still had enough sense to crane his neck and step out from beneath.
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Anja watched him with intent. He seemed to understand what she was saying, but whether he could speak it was a different matter entirely. She watched him as he loosened his stiff muscles and then thumped his chest, a gesture she couldn't begin to comprehend. He moved to stand and she took a step back. She didn't know whether he was dangerous or not so she was determined to stay on guard. He was very nice to watch move though. Anja's ears twitched slightly as his tongue flicked over his canine teeth. She was used to seeing others with longer then average teeth, but this move caused that stirring sensation again. He was very animalistic and her own animal side seemed to respond on a base level to that. He was still a mess though. What really threw her for a loop though was his voice when he spoke her language. She took in a sharp breath, her onyx eyes looking to stare at the huge man. His name was apparently Wulf. How fitting, she thought. She gave his entire body a once over before answering him. Hi Wulf. I'm Anja and you're in Everwatch, the magnificent desert city. She wasn't quiet sure what to do with him now, but keeping him out in the open didn't seem like the best idea. She sighed and decided to take him home with her. She walked in front of him, pointedly looking up into his crimson eyes. Okay Wulf, we need to get you cleaned up. Follow me. She made a motion for him to follow her and she started off towards her humble abode by the sea. She climbed up the rock wall and stopped at the top, turning to watch his own ascent. That's when a hand reached out and grabbed her by the hair. She cried out in surprise and moved to turn and look at her attacker. There you are you little whore! How dare you steal from me! Anja cursed her luck as she reached up to claw at the man's hands. From her position she was at a disadvantage though and he reached an arm around her throat choking her. She kicked and clawed at him. Let me go you disgusting man. She hissed out. He pulled his hand from her hair and started to grope around her body, starting with her fairly unmodest breasts. Not until I find that gold. I'll have to do a thorough search too. And when I'm done with you I'll make sure to sell you to some slaver. An exotic slut like you will fetch a hefty price. She opened her mouth then bit down hard on his arm. He cried out in pain and shoved her down to the ground. She lay there as he pulled a foot back and kicked her. She curled up in a ball, trying to keep him from hitting any important spots.
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Lumbering forward to follow her was the easiest thing he had done all waking seconds of this day. Though in truth, he had not fully grasped what she had intended, nor where they were to head. His head spun uneasily, and with the notion of nausea washing over him with intense resolve it seemed he was to take knee once more. Wulf fought for that moment, with himself to remain standing, still, the shrill sound of something brought him from his stupor. Sweet deliverance and beauty swelled to open air as the ape fondled the creature into which he had awoken. She had said Everwatch, that much he understood, less than importantly at the time, he knew causing a scene here would mean far worse for him than that of the little thief. Never the less, a woman, was not to be touched like this ape fondled her. Wulf, the name of his fore fathers, and the tribe in which a lust ever hungers like the beasts of the north, the wolves of the Luna, Fenrir himself. A low gutral noise eminated from the barbarian even over the kicking and scuffling of the pair, the great beast, had been taunted from sleep. Wulf's blood boiled with rage, a heat eminating from him with thick putrid power. It choked the very air around the sea, strangling it of it's refreshing coolness. Before there was a chance of reprieve to draw back that second thrusting leg, Wulf was up the salt stone wall and upon the ape. His form nothing more than a descending shadow with a wicked look upon his face. Each thunderous hand drew back like a smiths hammer and collided with the merchants soft flesh. Throttling the man, Wulf was relentless screaming more words, or perhas he was hissing them, that no man could understand this far south. Wulf threw punch after punch, even as the man clawed and flailed back, glancing blows off Wulf's face and chest, nothing phased nor sated the barbarian. Unleashed fury hailed a barrage of deadly blows upon the gruesome gore that remained. Wet meat packing sounds of flesh on flesh explode beneath titan like hits. Carnage and blood, strength and prowess as he slugged the creature that had been a man to within an inch if not closer, of his worthless life. Wulfs shoulders did not heave with exhaustion, only the glistening heat of rage, that showed his muscles flawlessly work together to make a machine of war. He was a physically imposing creature before but now was nothing more than a resting weapon. Looking over his shoulder to the woman he heaved the fat merchant to his feet and cast him aside, as if he were a rag doll. It wasn't pure strength of muscle, it was a will an imposing dominance about him that strangled the air. Hurt? ... questioned Wulf, his eye's concerned, looking her over, perhaps a bit too longedly.
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Anja had never seen such a sight as Wulf. The disgusting man she assumed was dead and Wulf stood unscathed and powerful over him. He had an inner rage, one she hadn't witnessed before. She was glad she had been on his side in this fight and would dread ever crossing that line. She looked up at him, stunned, a bit scared, and a bit something else. She had no idea how he had preformed such a feat with his condition, but she didn't question it at the moment. She came back to Earth as the merchant was tossed aside. She shook her head at his question and rose a bit shakily. She steadied herself through will and took a deep breath. If he wasn't dead then she would be in a lot of trouble, but if he was then they needed to get as far away as possible, something she thought was of the utmost importance at that time. She walked over to Wulf and grabbed his arm, pulling him forward. Come on, hurry. She said a bit urgently. She was light, agile and could maneuver easily, but she doubted he could. She led him through back allies, pausing when a person would get to close. She didn't want them to see the blood on his hands. She stopped when they got fairly far away and looked up at him. She wasn't sure how much he understood and she looked up at him intensely. Thank you. She said finally. She figured she should keep her speech short. They were alone in a little alley in the slummier part of town. Her big, onyx eyes looked up into his red eyes as she tried to convey her thanks. She was a lot smaller then he was, but it only made him that much more attractive to her. She felt that stirring again as she looked up into his wild face. She felt she should turn away, but she seemed unable to move.
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Their travels were swift, but dedicated to step where she had stepped. Twice the behemoth of a man near tumbled into a passing stall or cart. Twice more he had nearly taken too many steps and collided with a rather fragile looking door or window. Being strung along like some child's toy at his size was beyond hilarity but for the situation. Wulf himself, however, did not know their situation, his own thoughts traced along the rumors of his people, thinking back to when Gar, his uncle had mentioned that weak men in the south could not solve their issues with fists but rather had others fight with words for them. Wulf was unamused by the prospect yet refused to think he did anything wrong by defending the woman. She was after all a woman, and an attractive one at that. Her curves seemed to run for miles and made the seemingly attractive ones of his own tribe, barrels of lard in comparison. Shaking his head he leaned down looking her over, he had understood the words, as they slowed to a halt, then more over the other words that came from her he had only known once before, but it was a gruesome memory at that. Nod sternly and rising once more to his full height, he stood steady, like a mountain, unshakeable and impossible to scale with just eyes alone. This resolve eminating from his spirit, you could feel it off of the barbarian. His crimson eye's scanned their surroundings not having time to truly remember the way to this place. Unsure of what to say he seemed a bit out of place, but kept his stoic silence. Looking only to her once more and nodding. The world around them seemed to change, as no whistles were blown, no screams or shouts hounded them. Wulf was an imposing figure standing alone, but something about him made his presence feel rooted to the very earth. His scent especially, an earthen richness soaked in the bowels of the ocean only long enough to hide the robust aroma of the northern lands. Like that of the rare pine scent, a sharp richness of fresh cut wood and work, and of earth rich with life. Wulf was a conundrum, at least would be to most, his eyes holding a secret within them. Whatever the case may be, Wulf himself knew he must leave this place and cross the great dry lands. Such a place as the Everwatch was a place for the weak to hide, for those unable, or unwilling to face the winds of the north and defend their lands, they would let nature fight their battle for them, and they would soon come to realize that not even she could stop what was coming.