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Thread: Ranger with a Fairly Sweet Love (dando20 and thecrimsonlady)

Sidhe came hard, her body rocking as she squirted her sweet juices all over him, and him, cumming deep inside her. After a moment or so, he lay on top of her. OOhh..You were amazing....you...you don't have to leave..do you? He asked while she still caught her breath. No, I do not have to leave. She said, wrapping her arms around him, though one arm, reached down to her still wet pussy, and collected a bit of her cum on the tip of her finger. She rose it to his lips, but didn't touch them. Can I keep you? She asked him. If you taste it, I will be able to find you, no matter where, no matter when, you'll be mine, and I'll be yours.
Thread: Ranger with a Fairly Sweet Love (dando20 and thecrimsonlady)

Dane saw the fairy's glistening cum right near his lips. Seeing Sidhe's eyes, he could almost tell she wanted him to do it. They will belong to each other. They will never be apart..never be alone. Dane gladly took the cum covered finger and sucks it firmly, sealing their union. The cum tasted sweet, like honey. Mmmm...lovely.. Dane said after pulling out. Ohh...Where have you been all my life Dane said still lying on the sexy fae. Umm...do you have wings by any chance?' Dane asked, again out of curiosity,
Thread: Ranger with a Fairly Sweet Love (dando20 and thecrimsonlady)

Sidhe's lips parted as he sucked her finger. He was hers now, and she was his. Mmmm...lovely.. He said and she smiled at him. Ohh...Where have you been all my life He told her and she laughed lightly, with him still on top of her. Umm...do you have wings by any chance? Sidhe smiled. No silly, I am no pixie. I am a forest fae, I tend to the lands, the flowers and trees. She told him, kissing him sweetly.
Thread: Ranger with a Fairly Sweet Love (dando20 and thecrimsonlady)

Oh ok then...so you're like a ranger like me Dane said chuckling. Except I'm no fae Dane added as he got up from Sidhe and dresses back up. Let's go back to my cabin. I can see if I can find some clothes for you if you are planning on staying with me Dane said to Sidhe. Do you need to eat? Dane also asked, reminding himself he needed some groceries soon.
Thread: Ranger with a Fairly Sweet Love (dando20 and thecrimsonlady)

Sidhe cocked her head. She knew not what a ranger was but if he were like her like he said, then she'd chosen well. He dressed again and Sidhe stood. Let's go back to my cabin. I can see if I can find some clothes for you if you are planning on staying with me he told her and she smiled. Do you need to eat? She nodded once moving to take his hand. Yes, but my love, what is this cabin you speak of? She asked, curiously, looking around herself.
Thread: Ranger with a Fairly Sweet Love (dando20 and thecrimsonlady)

Oh it's the house where I live..well it's where I live when I'm working in the park. Dane explained to Sidhe as he lead her back to hsi cabin. So..now that we are together, we need a human name in case we run into other people in the park. Dane said to her. If that is ok with you. Dane asked Sidhe. Dane and Sidhe soon reached to the cabin and they went inside. Well...this is my home. Dane showed her. It wasn't anything fancy. A small TV at the corner with a couch. And fortunately it has plumbing so there was a kitchen with a sink and mini fridge. There was also a bathroom with a shower as well. Dane heads to his small bedroom and got out a shirt and jeans that was in the lost and found for some reason and the person never came back. Well this should fit you. Want me to help you? Dane asked Sidhe.
Thread: Ranger with a Fairly Sweet Love (dando20 and thecrimsonlady)

Oh it's the house where I live..well it's where I live when I'm working in the park. Sidhe cocked her head again but then shrugged. So..now that we are together, we need a human name in case we run into other people in the park. He told her and she blinked. . If that is ok with you. She shrugged. She didn't know what was wrong with her name but she didn't mind if he wanted to give her another one. She was his now. She followed him to his 'cabin' and he let her inside. She looked around with a soft smile. Well...this is my home. He said and she nodded. Our home. She said with a grin. He walked off some place and she moved to the small things sitting with the sofa. She touched the item, and it blinked and began to speak, a face appearing behind glass. She gasped. Hello? She called but the person continued talking. She was very confused. He returned with more clothing in his hand and she blinked at him. Well this should fit you. Want me to help you? He asked and she frowned. She didn't know what was wrong with not wearing clothes but she let it go. She took the shirt. What is that...Breeches? She asked. They seemed to be thicker then what she was used to and had metal buttons. The clasps, they are not iron are they? IT will burn me. She told him as she slid the shirt over her body.
Thread: Ranger with a Fairly Sweet Love (dando20 and thecrimsonlady)

OH...I'm so sorry Dane said taking the shirt away before she fully puts them on. I thought these buttons were plastic Dane mumbled taking a look at the shirt again, seeing it was metal. Well..you can stay bare in the meanwhile...just don't let anyone else see you. People around here don't take kindly to public nudity. Dane then thought of a human name for Sidhe. Hmmm..how about...Sidney.. I think that works for a human name. Dane told the fairy as he started cooking some ramen for the both of them. I hope you like some ramen...or do you prefer some fruit salad? I have some in the fridge. Dane asked Sidney.
Thread: Ranger with a Fairly Sweet Love (dando20 and thecrimsonlady)

OH...I'm so sorry He said taking the clothes away. Sidhe was confused but she left it alone. I thought these buttons were plastic He said and she knew not the words he used but she figured he must have thought them safe for her. Well..you can stay bare in the meanwhile...just don't let anyone else see you. People around here don't take kindly to public nudity He said and again, more words she didn't know. Alright. She said with a nod. Hmmm..how about...Sidney.. I think that works for a human name. He said and she nodded. If you say so, I shall be called Sidney. She said. I hope you like some ramen...or do you prefer some fruit salad? I have some in the fridge. He offered and she shrugged. Whatever you like, I shall try it. I have never had mortal food before.
Thread: Ranger with a Fairly Sweet Love (dando20 and thecrimsonlady)

Dane smiles, seeing how compliant Sidney is being. He could only imagine how odd all this must have been for her. Dane soon was finished with the ramen. He carried two bowls of it and places it near Sidney and himself. After giving a bowl to Sidney he took one and sipped some noodles in his mouth, showing her how it is eating. So..I have to ask..what were you doing in the forest anyways?.. Dane asked. He figured he wouldn't be seeing fairies in the park unless they weren't careful. Dane wonders if something happened to Sidney.
Thread: Ghost of Floor 73 (SAO)

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Thread: Information & Rules

In the land of Westeros people think that alliances are forged through diplomacy, coin or fear. However the most effective means is through the bedroom. Behind the veil there is a group of people who use their enjoyment of sexual activities for political and personal gain. They are known as the Scarlet Rose and all of their members bare the mark of their group somewhere upon their body. As a member you work with others towards a common goal, a goal known only to the members to assist each other in climbing the rungs of power. Members must be of noble blood, though it can be even a scant amount... even bastards can be of use and become members. Officially the Scarlet Rose is meant to be an alliance between it's members, but schisms are entirely possible, since no one can be trusted entirely in the game of thrones. About the Scarlet Rose The Scarlet Rose is a hedonistic cabal meant to advance it's members' position through intimate alliances and bargains. The mark of the Scarlet Rose is usually a tattoo of a red rose. Religion plays no part in the group's purpose. Members can be of any or no faith. All members must have been sponsored by two others in order to join. The sponsors must have had intimate relations with the new member. Members of the Scarlet Rose are encouraged to have sexual relations with other members. Some basics... This will be set during the War of the Five Kings, before the Red Wedding. Canon characters are allowed and welcome. Just be sure to reserve it. No original Targaryen characters, though Blackfyres are fine. The setting will be open, so that people can play where they want, but be sensible! Don't have someone travel from the Shadow Lands to Westeros in a day. Characters that are bi, homoflexible, heteroflexible, pansexual, etc, are VERY much encouraged! Updates shall occur... so keep checking in! Informational Links Map of the Seven Kingdoms Currency in the setting. Timeline - We are starting in June of 299 AC. Important Links Character Profiles OOC Thread Rules Site rules are to be followed. Please do not godmod! ...
Thread: Boundary Lines (Father & Nym)

Eventually there would come a time in everyone's life when they had to face the desires that coursed through their veins and brought sinful thoughts into their everyday lives. It was often the line that many people walked when they were online, when they were engaged in the activities that many would find to be defiled and twisted, horrid and unimaginable. So many people looked down on roleplayers, on writers, on the fanfiction sections of websites...and yet so many people found themselves working into abandon with their smut novels, their webcams, and their internet searches. They tried to point out the fetishes that the roleplayers explored, the dynamics, the twisted little kinks. It was all the same thing really except for the lines that people drew in the sand. Those lines helped them differentiate between reality and imagination, helped them grasp the difference between themselves and their work. It's not a sin if I just masturbate while watching a video, is it? It's not a sin if I just slip my fingers in while readying Fifty Shades , right? It's not something terrible if I pull up Pornhub and get off watching people do what I dream of.... Please say it's not? It was all bullshit. The truth was that eventually you were going to make a mistake. How many people who were online said that they already had? That you were going to somehow break one of your boundaries and regret it? How many times had someone written that they would never speak on the phone, and then finally did? How many times had they discussed never sharing more than just the writing on the screen...and finally they broke down and whispered frantically how badly they needed one another? How many times had relationships been made and sundered, created and destroyed, and how many lives had been wrecked upon the terrible desires of the people who enjoyed their...work. They could call it work all they wanted, they could call it writing as they wriggled in their chairs and tried to ignore their arousal. He knew better...he knew what he wanted. Father always knew what he wanted. What he wanted was to finally find that beautiful young girl who wanted to come to him and be his. To offer herself up and give in a way that she never would have wished...but that she had changed her mind when she met him. That he had turned her resistance into pleasure, her reluctance into willingness. That was what he craved in his life, to finally feel trembling flesh underneath his hands that looked up at him and whispered very quietly into the air that she was his little daughter, spreading her thighs so that she could offer herself up to him....and so he waited in that hotel room, patiently wondering if she would actually arrive for him. Wondering if he would just sit there like an idiot or if tonight, if tonight he would meet his little girl.
Thread: Boundary Lines (Father & Nym)

He watched her as she idly moved around, his eyes solemn as he studied her every motion. It was obvious he was there and obvious she knew she was being appreciated. Her lovely young frame, small and petite, moving about as she examined each and every nook and cranny. He could imagine that she was worried about something, imagine lots of reasons that she would be uncertain about being there and trying to see if he had anything hidden that would potentially be dangerous for her. Perhaps recording equipment? Perhaps items to use upon her? Yet there was none of that there, none of that save his eyes and his hands that he would touch her flesh with. For this first time, perhaps disappointingly for some, there would be none of the strings and attachments that were normally associated with the BDSM community. Just him, her, and this room together. As she moved his hand put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door and he shut it firmly, clicking the lock just slightly. He would brook no interruptions in what was to come. As her words trailed off he gave a smirk, one that was full of good humor. It came with a small tilt of his head, a bit of laughter in those eyes as he walked into the room and he murmured. Yes, I am real, did you doubt that I existed? Now that they were alone, now that she was in his presence, it was as if he felt like a drug addict. The heady scent of her, the pheromones, the terrible lust already began to course through him and even though he maintained that sense of humor it seemed to just be one side of him. His face might be laughing, but his body was screaming something completely different. Animalistic and territorial, it moved with languid motions that could only be described as primal. Was he hunting her? There was no real need to hunt however now was there? She was his, waiting and perfect for him, and he knew that he wanted to lay claim to her. He remembered so much of their online conversations, remembered so much of what she had said, but there was no need. What she had said was what he was, what he did naturally, and so he came to touch her arm...gripping it just slightly as he looked down at her and then he turned her hard. Turned her to face the mirror, standing behind her, and his free arm wrapped around her. He held her in his embrace, one hand sliding to caress of her small stomach while the other came to touch her throat. Wrapping his fingers slowly around her flesh. He knew it was dangerous, it would cause panic in most, yet he did not flex and clamp down on her. He did not choke her, he merely claimed. He gave a small pause, leaning in to kiss her throat before trailing his tongue upwards to flick lightly across her ear and he whispered very gently. There, is that better? Does that take your mind off everything? Tell me, little angel, are you ready for what happens next?
Thread: Boundary Lines (Father & Nym)

He understood, there was no doubt that he did. He was the man who would have called himself her Father. He did not take that word lightly, unlike other men. So many men loved when a woman called them Daddy, so many men got off on the fantasy of young flesh, and yet he inhabited so much more than that. It was in every fiber of his being to be that kind of man for a woman. His beard was kept professional, greying slightly like the dark hair on his head. His eyes were worldly and experienced, not some man who had slacked his life away but one who had worked hard throughout the many years. Who had learned, educated and professionally groomed. He was a man who had been hurt, who had highs and lows, who had virtues and flaws. All of it led to a person who was unlike the other men she might have come across online, the variables that had created him leading to a depth and dynamic of personality that was so very lacking in others. She could see all of that in those harsh features that gazed over her shoulder, his eyes narrowing just the tiniest of bits at her words. The wrinkles near his eyes, the laugh lines around his full lips. The way he held her was domineering in the extreme and yet held no cruelty to it, for he was not punishing her. He might be cruel in the way he manhandled her or the harshness of his approach, but he was not emotionally cruel to her. He might have been dirty with the way he spoke, how twisted the words might have been when he said them, but he was not mentally abusive. No, he could never explain how these actions could have arisen out of worship for a woman. He could never explain how he valued them, adored them, raised them up high so he could look at them as if they were artwork. All before utterly destroying their flesh. He sighed, inhaling the scent of her as he nipped just slightly underneath her ear...catching the flesh before whispering. Reach behind you and spread your ass for me. He knew she had not worn any panties, what woman would in this circumstance? It would be nothing but a hindrance in what they were doing, nothing but something he would have to get out of the way in order to have access to her. His voice was low and languid as he said those words, trying to come to terms with how he himself was feeling. He would not let her know but desire was the same for so many people, she could feel it even if he did not explain. The way his own stomach tightened, the way his breathing deepened, and the heavy thump of his heart. Those all occurred, telltale signs of his arousal that existed more than just the visceral feeling of his hard flesh through his pants. His hands tightened on her, the one tracing across her stomach cupping her abdomen...as if claiming that it was going to be his, that her feminine form belong to know other....and the one on her throat tightened the tiniest bit more at the touch of her hand. What did that signify? Much more than just the claiming of her womb, but it symbolized the claiming of her fucking soul. His voice softly whispered into her ear. Daddy needs you.
Thread: Boundary Lines (Father & Nym)

Obviously there was only one thing to do now, only one thing truly on his mind. They had discussed so many things, come to terms with who and what they were, and yet no matter how often they had spoken online or reached out to each other...there was a difference between telling someone what you would do and actually doing it. That was always the real line, always the real boundary that prevented the couplings and dreams of someone like him. So many women willing to lay their fantasies out for him, to allow him to pursue their flesh and yet when it came time for them to pay the piper they always stopped. They always begged off. Not this girl though, not his little angel, no she had instead decided to actually show up. That was not a first, but it was still rare. She had decided to offer him her flesh, still not a first, but...even rarer. She was willing to let him take her...but what was truly rare, what he could feel, was that she was willing to go the distance and keep her word. She was willing to let him have her. She exposed herself, opening herself to him and he smiled with darkness in those features. She had turned her face away, afraid to look at him, afraid to show him the need in her own eyes. The blush of her cheeks and the way she was trembling, but his eyes were not upon her visage...no, they were upon the vision of her young little backside being opened before him and that hunger nearly tore free of him. He had to keep control, had to hold back for fear of truly hurting her. That was what had guided him in everything she thought of, everything she felt connected them together, allowed her to trust him. It was the fact that he had so terribly wanted to take more from the young little girl, but had shown a restraint which was startling. Nobody liked being denied. Yet she was no longer denying him was she? She had come the full distance. He leaned down and slowly spit, letting the spittle fall from his lips to hit the top of her ass crack. Watching as the liquid slid down, dribbling. Again he spit, this time more saliva having formed, and as the liquid came down he himself was readied. His hands unzipped his pants, pulling free that huge prick, bringing the head up and between her pale cheeks to press there. He held there for a moment, his hand coming to touch the small of her back, but this time the palm tightened and went flat...pressing her against the wood. His eyes burned as the spit made it to his flesh, coating him, the tip moving back and forth over the tight little anus.... ...he pushed. He popped the head inside of her. It was hard and fast, the brutal taking of her young rear, but once he went past the crown of his impressive cock he did nothing more. No, his hand just merely kept her there as his eyes raised to watch the reaction in the mirror, a small smile forming as he whispered. Now I jack off inside of you.
Thread: The Dichotomy of a Witch Hunt [Goddess x Bishop]

His end was rapidly approaching, he knew. He had been warned not to go about this alone, yet pride and stubbornness trumped caution. Lands such as this, wrought with danger and looming threats, were not meant for a man to traverse alone, regardless of skill and discipline. Yet Victor had been too blinded by past victories to see the danger, and it seemed this mistake would result in his death. The skirmish had ended almost as quickly as it had started. He was set upon by a trio of neer-do-wells, thieves brandishing the mark of one of the local tribes of delinquents. They traveled in droves nowadays, hounding caravans and passerbys that dared the roads north of Lundral. There was talk that they were under the control of the witch, the mysterious woman who called these swamps her home. It was her that Victor sought, yet not for counsel. He sought to sink his blade into her heart, to put an end to the madness of these attacks. He sought to bring peace to the city. Yet it was he who fell victim to a blade instead. Three corpses surrounded the paladin, their blood mingling with his own in the murky waters of the swamp. The first two had fallen to his sword with nary a chance, yet they provided ample distraction for the thirst to run him through. His blade was thrust through the paladins ribcage, slipping past the breastplate and piercing through the chainmail. Fortunately, the second thrust was parried, knocking his killer off balance and allowing him to strike a fatal blow across the mans windpipe. The crunching sound of the metal collapsing beneath the blade is what the most horrifying part was. It still rang in his ears, deafening the death gurgles of his assailants. And they would soon be followed by his own. It was foolish of him to think he could commence this journey without assistance. Vastly outnumbered, he should have known the overwhelming difficulty of actually making it to the cottage at the heart of these lands. Hells, he wasnt even sure it existed. He would never know now. He had managed to prop himself up against a nearby tree, the waters rising up to veil his legs beneath their surface. The bodies were half hidden from sight, and he knew it wouldnt be long before all corpses were dragged off by beasts, including his own. He had imagined his death to be celebrated by masses. Victor Belond, Sworn Shield of the Moonlight Priestess. A life dedicated to the preservation of innocence led to a death that would be forgotten by he had sworn to protect. What had it been for? As his lifes essence leaked from his wounded side, the world began to fade. The feeling in his fingers and toes waned, all sensation escaping as his world fell into nothingness.