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Thread: The Arrangement (LoyalPriestess + Splendiforous)

Hearing her growl like that, it made Drake shiver with delight, his hands grasping her firm backside, stroking his fingertips across her perfect skin. All those years we held back from ever doing this....so much time to make up for He started to withdraw his cock, much slower than how he had entered her, almost teasingly slow, until only the large head was left inside. As he thrust back inside of her though, he once more grabbed Luisa, tugging her upright once more, which only caused his cock to re-enter her faster and even deeper than before. His hands roughly lifted her shirt in order to reach beneath it, sliding up her stomach and roughly shoving her bra upwards in order for his hands to have direct access to her breasts, groaning as his fingers sank into the flesh. So soft....like I always knew they would be... He leaned his head over her shoulder, one hand momentarily withdrawing from her shirt in order to turn her head to face him so that he could thrust his tongue sharply into her mouth.
Thread: The Arrangement (LoyalPriestess + Splendiforous)

As Drake's hands explored over her body, she melted with desire. She always wondered what it was like to be touched by him, her dearest friend. Now he was while so deep inside her. She yelped again as he pulled her up, standing with every inch of her body pressed against his and pushing his length back into her. Ahhh. Luisa panted as his hand pushed under her clothes and seized her breasts and forced further moans and whimpers from her. Her nipples hardened under his palms. There was no hiding her arousal from his attentions. Luisa moved as prompted and kissed her best friend for the first time, while he remained fully hilted inside of her. Her breaths between their kisses turned to moans, sighing in pleasure against his lips
Thread: The Arrangement (LoyalPriestess + Splendiforous)

Hearing her moaning like that...oh god it was like the sweetest music to Drake's ears. He dug his fingers into her breasts a little more firmly, pinching her nipples, giving them a slight tug as he felt them harden. His tongue explored her mouth hungrily, his hips jerking, making short, sharp thrusts into her body over and over until the kiss was broken, Drake taking a few panted breaths. He licked his lips as he looked at her, then grasped both of her breasts once more, bending her over slightly as he started to thrust into her quickly, without a single word of warning, grunting as his large, heavy balls slapped against her over and over again, the tip of his cock pushing her cervix open with every deep thrust.
Thread: (Star Wars: Going Into the Dusk) Game Info

Starting Experience 10,000 Chapter 2 Everyone gains 600 EXP Skill Challenges.
Thread: Wrath of God (Virtue and Xana)

Countessa Magdelena Galindo began to believe that boredom would be the death of her. Stripped of her fineries, torn from her extensive library, locked in a dingy underground dungeon. So far it was mostly unpleasant, just touching the edge of humiliating. She wouldnt expect Imprisonment by the Jesuit sect to be congenial, but couldnt they at least leave her a bible to peruse? What crime had she committed? The charge was witchcraft but what that actually meant could have been a number of things. That she was single at the ripe old age of 25? That she was well read, in three languages, including English, Spanish and Arabic? That she was a woman who wielded a degree of power and influence because of her wealth and status? That she was a non-believer? Whether or not God actually existed more mostly irrelevant to her she very much doubted a supreme being cared all that much about the minute details of human affairs. Whatever cardinal sin they were imprisoning her for, she didnt expect it would take too much to secure her freedom. A promise of a generous monetary donation to the Church, forfeiture of sacrilegious materials, or agreeing to a marriage proposal of a good, Christian man, no doubt. It had only been a few hours in confinement, but she would be willing to agree to a great many things to secure her freedom. Words were cheap, and easy to give. Still, from the looks of it, her imprisonment took little toll on her physically. Curly black hair still framed her heart shaped face, cerulean eyes standing in stark contrast to her dark hair and fair skin. The woolen shift did her figure little justice, just barely clinging to the curves of her bosom and hips, but otherwise shapeless. Truthfully, it was not any fault of her looks that resulted in her single status, but of her ego, her own stubbornness to be ruled by a man. Footsteps descended from the stairs, her first visitor since the nuns disrobed her. Had it been an hour, or two? Longer? There was no sun down her, just the soft crackling of torches that made shadows dance along the walls.
Thread: Wrath of God (Virtue and Xana)

Magdalena blinked as the pair of figures came into view. Under the darkness of the underground jail, it was difficult to make out faces or features until they were just outside her cell. A petite woman, positively drowning in her habit, little more than frightened grey eyes that made contact with hers for but a moment. Behind her was a man, wearing own robes, same as all the priests here. Unlike the nun, he wore it, owned it, stood out with a definite presence. His features had a predatory air to them, making him seem almost hawkish as he looked down upon her. Looking as of he could swoop down at anytime, and pluck her from the safety of the ground, razor claws digging into her flesh. His voice was light as he spoke to the nun, dismissing her for what needed to be done, at odds with the fierce look of hunger that seemed to drip from his gaze. Please Countessa, kneel and pray with me. We must exorcise the demons out of your body. It was difficult not to snicker at his words and request. Instead she tightened her mouth, swallowing down her contempt as she shifted to her knees, placing her soft, unworked hands in his rough ones. Did all priests have such calloused palms, or did he in particular work himself harder than the others. Regardless of how she felt about her accusations, and the church at large, she decided that playing along was in her best interest for now. Once she secured her freedom, she had several recourses for retaliation and protection. Whatever madness gripped the church in thinking they could hold her for long, soon enough her friends and allies at court would hear of her imprisonment, and the backlash would be harsh. She let the father lead the prayer, repeating his words when necessary. Once he had finished, she forced herself to meet his eyes, the same eyes that seemed to drink her in like a full bodied glad of wine. Tell me, Father, how does one exorcise the demons from my body? And how do we know when they are banished? Her words held only the thinnest veil of disregard, trying to gauge the man's level of faith and conviction in his work.
Thread: Wrath of God (Virtue and Xana)

Magdelena didnt expect that her comment would have being welcomingly received, but she hadnt anticipated how badly it would go over until she was face down in the dirt, blood from her lip and nose pooling on the ground. She figure there would be violent in their questioning, but she didnt expect it before questioning even began. Moreover, she didnt expect the throbbing erecting hiding under the fathers robes. Its red head caught her eyes, unable to move them or look away. Of course, priests were men , and subject to the same physical realities of men, so it shouldnt have been so surprising to see his biology functioning properly. Still, Magdelena was shocked, unable to defend herself as she was forced on her back, and the Father climbed between her legs. If seeing his erection had completely stunned her, she couldnt explain the sensation of realizing he intended to rape her, not completely processing it until he was inside her. She might have wanted to stage a private rebellion, resist him at every turn. But the shock of what he was doing to her, completely unexpected nature of it had her off guard. So she shrieked as he pierced her with his length, driving into her depths with utter malice and lust written in his eyes. The countess was not a virgin, despite her unwed status. She didnt ascribe to the churchs severe views of female sexuality, so why should she follow it? Still, having taken a lover or two had not prepared her for the horror of her violation, even as she was sure it would be evidence against her innocence. Her ever increasing screams filled the dungeons as he filled her, forcing her open to his desire, tearing past her unyielding flesh. Even though the assault did not last long, it was incredibly painful throughout, and she was left bloody as he finished inside her. She stared at his crotched, stained with her blood and his semen, the proof of her defilement at his hands. This would not stand! It was madness enough to take her, to hold her on flimsy charges such as witchcraft. It was another thing entirely to have her raped by a priest. She would have the man hung for this. Pain and hate quaked her slender form, nails digging into her own flesh as she imaged the ways she might have her revenge. But she wasnt given much time to fantasize before the priest came back to retrieve her, carrying her off to a private chamber. She fought all the while, doing her little good against the far larger man. He pushed her down over a wooden implement, tying her wrists and ankles to the lags so she was secure, and spread open for him. Like this, she could feel his slimy sperm slipping down her thighs. How much more would she endure before help would free her?
Thread: Wrath of God (Virtue and Xana)

Strained screams filled the private chambers of Father Cebas, Magdelena doing her damnedest to deny him the satisfaction of her pain, but the whip was painful, as it tore and ripped at her skin. He prosthelytized her, threatening her with hell for her crimes. If I am going to hell, I will see you there. Ive read the bible, cover to cover, and nowhere does it say that you may rape a witch in your custody. Do you think the demons of hell will threat you with more kindness than you have treated me? She spat as him putting forth as much bravado as she could muster, given the situation. Her anger fueled her well, even if it wasnt wise to goad a man who held such power over her, especially while she was in his custody. Instead of whipping her further, she felt his finger grazing her abused sex. It felt softer than before, when his calloused hand gripped her hips as he raped her. He wasnt cruel this time, just rubbing her inner walls as he spoke of the finality of her fate. Still, she winced and squirmed, still tender from her earlier violation, and disgusted by the feel of his hands against her nude body. You know damn well there is no witches or covens. You may as well get your fill of me now father, before I am released and I have you killed for your crimes. You better rape me enough to make your trip to hell worthwhile. The countess didnt believe such a place existed, but he did, and that was the only reason to turn his terrorization back at him.
Thread: Wrath of God (Virtue and Xana)

Magdelena groaned as the Father groped at her breasts, feeling them grow erect under his touch. Bound as she was by the leather horse, there was little she could do but squirm, unable to evade him in the slightest. Groans became wails as he applied the clamps, exacerbating the throbbing ache of blood filled nipples. And he was violating her once more, two fingers filling her, spreading her soft inner flesh apart. It wasnt as rough as her rape at his hands, but just as humiliating, knowing she could do nothing but let it happen. Only plot her revenge, imagine the ways she would return his humiliation. It didnt take long before he was raping her once more, her slit still tender and sensitive from her first defilement. Slicker this time, aided by the lubrication from being fingered, but by no means pleasant or pleasurable. Her breasts hung down, swaying in time with his thrusts, causing her painfully engorged nipples to pulse. He demanded an orgasm, an act she believe he would use as proof of her damnation. You think you are capable of bring anyone to pleasure, father? she taunted, trying to hold back the pained cries as he fucked her raw. Still, it felt different than the first time, not nearly as painful if still just as cruel. How would she affected by his constant assaults? Would it always be horror for her, or would she learn to accept her torment. Would she learn to crave it? Would her sanity ever fully recover or would she be tainted by what he had done and left within her? The sound of the opening door behind them drew her attention, if not the fathers as he continued to violate her. A shrill gasp followed it, even louder than the fathers grunts or her own cries. Father Sebas! What in Gods name are you doing to her? The nun screeched, eyes wide in utter terror as she witnessed this most unholy desecration. While it was true that witches resisted the truth and goodness of God with all their might, this was not a way to draw a confession from them.
Thread: Lynn's F/FutaxF/Futa Fandom and Original Request Thread

Bump! A few edits, added Ace Attorney and Pokemon.
Thread: Lynn's F/FutaxF/Futa Fandom and Original Request Thread

Bump again, still really craving Harry Potter!
Thread: Lynn's F/FutaxF/Futa Fandom and Original Request Thread

Bump! Added Little Witch Academia, craving PharahxMercy, Harry Potter, and anything with mature women!
Thread: Lynn's F/FutaxF/Futa Fandom and Original Request Thread

Bump again, added fantasy roles and the Witch's Brew plot!
Thread: Lynn's F/FutaxF/Futa Fandom and Original Request Thread

Bump, would really like a PharahxMercy play!
Thread: Lynn's F/FutaxF/Futa Fandom and Original Request Thread

Bump, I've sort of been busy for a while, hopefully I'll have more time to play now.
Thread: Lynn's F/FutaxF/Futa Fandom and Original Request Thread

Bump! I have a pretty big craving for something involving lactation at the moment.
Thread: Lynn's F/FutaxF/Futa Fandom and Original Request Thread

I need to touch this up but I'm lazy, so here's a casual bump for now.
Thread: A Game of Cat and Mouse [AlluringEnigma x Iron and Wine]

As soon as the bright lights beamed down on the solitary hero, she knew she had been betrayed. Scores of thugs and footpads surrounded her, yelling out jeers and insults at the victim they now surrounded and outnumbered. It did not take her long to adjust to the bright lights, but when she did, all she could see of the purported drug dealer was his figure, a massive hulking one at that. Crystal wasnt wholly sure of their purpose, but she noticed the video cameras floating among the troops as well. Despite the odds and the ambush that had been sprung, a defiant glare was still set on her face, though only her mouth was really visible with the mask that was so firmly set on her face. She took a few seconds to look around, to survey an area she could escape to, but she was wholly encircled, as if she was the center of some twisted mosh pit. Of course, the whole time the man had been speaking, and his tone, a commanding baritone, rang through her being as she weighed her options. Deciding that her best bet was to let him talk while she figured out a plan, she replied with a haughty tone. Floors all yours scum she replied with an edge in her voice. Looking around the room some more, she identified a weaker spot in the encirclement, a few men who had brought bats instead of rifles, and she began to slowly sneak her way over towards that area. With her clubs drawn and at her sides, she was quite certain she could beat about the few guards there and make a mad-dash for some way out. However, as it stood, she was still facing the dark figure, awaiting his sinister message. It was times like this that Crystal regretted her choice of uniform. The way it clung to her and pinched was not practical for running or fighting, but it always had an alternative goal. The city lacked a superhero, and she knew that half the battle was public image. Baillie wanted to become the look associated with the city. A mere glance at her outfit and people would know exactly who was there, protecting the city. Of course, being the superhero of the city was only achievable if she made it out of this alive, and as it stood, the odds were hardly in her favor. Crystal had now reached one of the farther edges of the mosh pit, hopefully without anyone noticing, and she stood there as if she had no purpose. The last thing she wanted was for her escape to be complicated, so she sat there and glared, awaiting his sinister message, clubs ready to bash their way through evil henchmen, her entire body anxious at the possibilities. What if she was caught? She steeled her mind, this was no time to second-guess herself, she had a plan and it would work.
Thread: A Game of Cat and Mouse [AlluringEnigma x Iron and Wine]

It all went by like a blur for Crystal. One second, the man was droning on and on, his delusions slowly reaching a fever pitch as she eyes her exit. The next, shots had been fired and she was thrust into action. She knew her fate if she surrendered, death or something worse, and now a desperate adrenaline flowed through her. With surprising quickness, she jumped away from the pair of henchmen who had seized the opportunity, one of them landing face-first in asphalt, where she had been. Clubs in hand, she sent both crashing down on the one who had swung at her, the pair of weapons crashing into him with a resounding thud. Taking advantage of the dazed state of her opponent, she beat him across the head with both clubs, the man crumpling to the ground instantly. As she begun to face the exit once more, a bat smashed into her gut, taking the wind out of her. The third man, who had been waiting for his opportunity, had seen it and sent her tumbling to the ground. With a bit of sluggishness she regained her footing and charged at the man with renewed vigor, her pair of clubs crashing into his side, the sound of ribs cracking quite evident from the blow. Before she could properly dispose of him, the second man, who had missed the tackle, lunged at her, his bat connecting with her legs, sending her careening to the ground again. Once more Crystal got up, though this time she was immediately met with both of her opponents, bats in hand, with more looming around her. Focusing on the one she had already weakened, she sent another blow at his cracked ribs, this one sending him sprawling to the ground, unlikely to get back up. While she was doing this, however, the other assailant tackled her, sending her flying against the ground. Before she could even get up, a pair of hands had grabbed each of her wrists, and she was dragged to her feet. Like a captured animal, she began to desperately flail and writhe against the rough grips that held in her place. Then, another henchman stood in front of her and sent a hard blow to her gut followed by another, and another, and another. After a few more successive blows, her struggling had ceased, and she was now limp in their hands, the only sound emanating from the fallen hero were wheezing and gasping breaths. With about as much care as expected from such villains, she was dragged across the asphalt, her bare legs limp against the ground, scraping against the hard ground. Jeers were sent at her from every which way, with the crowd of henchmen now yelling such obscenities as Stripper Bitch! or Whore!. When her captors reached the imposing leader, they threw her to the ground, before one of them firmly planted his foot in her back, pressing her stomach and chest into the ground, as she strained to look up at the large figure standing above her. Her whole body ached, and the dirty kicks that were now sent her way from the mob did little to help. As the realization of her defeat set in, a primal fear began to develop in her eyes, a soft glint of helplessness forming in her azure pupils.
Thread: Kidnapped to the Past... (Ryanmo97 x AnjelRocker)

Ryan Morris Age 35 Height 5' 11 Weight 195 lbs. Hair Brown Eyes Hazel Body Type Athletic. Ryan Morris was a brilliant scientist. But, he was considered a crackpot. His life's work was trying to figure out how to break the time barrier. In other words he wanted to time travel. At nights and on weekends, he spent all his time and a lot of his money on failure after failure. Then, one night he did it! He was able to not only travel in the future but he was able to travel into the past and he was able to go anywhere on earth. He smiled. Not only did he crack time travel but with his knowledge of history he could make himself rich and he could do what ever he wanted. He knew what he wanted he wanted... his neighbor, Catherine. She was a beautiful young woman that he had a crush on since she moved next door three years ago. Unfortunately, she all ready had a boyfriend so he couldn't make a move. He was going to invite her over to show her that the machine worked, he was going to take her to the future first, then he was going to take her to the past and he was going to trap her there and force her to be his wife. Ryan though about what was the best time to take her to... He settled on the late 19the century in America. He had some gold and silver items he melted them down into chunks. Then he took them back in the past and he was able to sell them for quite a bit of money. He bought some land outside New York City and had a nice house built for himself and his future wife. Then, he went backed to the present and called Catherine, Hey, Katie... It's Ryan from next door... Are you busy? I have something I want to show you...