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Thread: Lilytaniaxpk

He ignored her, still lapping at her cunt. His finger pumping in and out of her, as he slowly added a second finger. Leon grinned and sucked on her clit hard, hard enough to hurt a little. At this point it hurt him not to just ram himself into her and hump her into the bed. He restrained himself, wanting her to orgasm before he took her. Add to the embarrassment of all of what happened to her. Her own mom sold her into slavery, he didnt care why. He pulled his fingers from her vagina and pressed one of them on her anus. Slowly penetrating it as well, inch by inch his finger invaded her until his hand pressed on to her ass. All this time he sucked on her clit, his tongue lapping at it in his mouth.
Thread: Lilytaniaxpk

Ariadne screamed, fighting and thrashing. She fought not to have an orgasm then and there, her young body too easily pleased. She gasped, fighting for air. Her chest shuddered. I want to go home! she screamed. She whimpered and trembled. When he began to suck hard enough to hurt, she cried out in surprise and pain. Her body was on the brink of letting go. She felt his fingers go to her anus, and gasped, gritting her teeth. She felt her body spasming, and she came. Let me go, she gasped. She whimpered, trying to push him away.
Thread: Lilytaniaxpk

He grinned up at her as she thrashed though her first orgasm, this was all going to his plan. Leon pulled his fingers out of her ass slowly. He grabbed a napkin to wipe them clean, before he crawled up her. His cock rubbed against her as he did so. Leons face was inches from hers, the gag all that kept her from biting him or spiting on his face. I will not let you go, ever. Where would you go? No one but me wants you. He slowly started to grind against her, letting Ariadne feel the size of the cock that was about to penetrate her tight virgin body. Leon planted a small soft kiss on her cheek. Please relax, unless you want this to hurt. He kissed her softly again as he shifted his weight. His hand slide down her body to point the head of his cock at her opening. Leon let her get ready, before pushing himself into her. Once he met the resistance of her hymen he stopped. Slowly he pulled out, starting to shallowly fuck her. Building up momentum before he gave a hard thrust pushing past the barrier of purity. His cock filling her with that final thrust. He stayed still within her for a moment. This was her first time and a lot was happening in her young body. After he thought he had waited long enough Leon started to thrust himself in and out of her, his hands moving to her chest as he slowly massaged her nipples.
Thread: Lilytaniaxpk

Ariadne relaxed slightly when Leon pulled his fingers away, but when he climbed on top of her, she stiffened, breathing heavily and whimpering. She fought against her mind, which told her to let go and take it. She bit down on the gag, clenching her teeth. She narrowed her eyes, shaking her head. She didn't believe that. She felt his cock begin to grind against her, and squirmed, trying to pull away. She cringed at his kiss. She didn't want his kisses she wanted out. Ariadne whimpered when he kissed her again. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her chest rose and fell quickly with each breath. She made herself relax, and felt him push into her. She cried out quietly, already tears streaming down her cheeks. She made small sounds in her throat repeatedly as he shallowly thrusted. When she felt her hymen tear, she screamed, arching her back. It felt like her gut was being torn in two. She whimpered, turning her head to the side. She gasped in pain, trying to make herself calm down.
Thread: Lilytaniaxpk

Once he started to thrust into her, the part about her in his mind ended. This was no longer about easing her into the first time. It was about fucking her half to death, to show her what sex with him was really going to be like. How it felt to be fucked by a man like him. His cock impaled her over and over he had no compassion for her feelings no care for how this made he felt. She was there to be fucked by him and he was going to. I am going to fuck you, over and over until you have my kid. Then I am going to sell her off and someone is going to do the same thing that I am doing to you to her. You are going to bring another life into the same pain you feel right now. Leon kissed her neck before biting into it hard, fucking her as he pulled on her soft flesh. He bit her so hard the taste of blood soaked into his mouth. Even your blood is sweet. He licked her new wound, grinning at her Though today I think I will be nice and let you pick. Do you want to get pregnant? Or do you want me to pull out of your cunt before I cum in it? He pulled the gag down off her mouth. Knowing full well that she was not going to like the latter at all.
Thread: Is it, or isn't it

animal abuse if you clean up a cat's piss puddle with the cat's face? I had a friend ask me, because that's what her boyfriend did, and she doesn't know if it's alright or not. I didn't know what to tell her, to be honest, though I think I might have had one too many, so. Halp? D
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Yes, it's animal abuse. You're using a cat's face to clean up waste. WRONG.
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I agree with Hahvy here. 100. Plus, I've never heard of such a method even remotely being used to try and 'train' a cat. I've heard using spray water bottles, spray water bottles with a touch of vinegar, varying types of litter boxes andor litter used... that sort of thing. But to do that? WTF.
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Mhm. Hahvy and I had a... two minute talk about it in chat? I told her to get a new boyfriend.
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Good for you, sweetie! 3 Anyone who'd do that has issues.
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Well, not everyone who has those issues actually understand that what they're doing is a problem. But her boyfriend knows right from wrong. He's just stupid.
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That's true. And, ahhh.... gotcha. The poor cat.
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You can put your cat's face toward the waste, and then scold it. I personally think that method goes better with a dog however.
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See, that's what I thought he had done at first, so I told her that it was fine. You don't make contact with the cat's face, you just let them know why they're getting in shit. And then she explained it more after. I'm hoping she was exaggerating, though.
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Here's to hoping, hon. Hopefully, if not, when he's told that what he did was just kinda abusive to the cat actually, he'll get why. So, here's to that too.
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Hoping indeed. .
Thread: Happy Birthday, Razzy!

Happy birthday, Raz! Hope your day is awesome! You deserve it! brings out the birthday cake, bursts into song 3
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Happy birthday, dude.
Thread: Happy Birthday, Razzy!

Razblammymatazz! The birthday dog salutes your day of birth.
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Thank you, guys. Today was much better than a year ago.
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Happy Birthday Raz, hope it's a good one.
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might be a little late for me to say it now, but well, Happy Birthday Raz
Thread: looking for partner for realistic, articulate play

shameless bump
Thread: looking for partner for realistic, articulate play

seems like an age since ive been here
Thread: looking for partner for realistic, articulate play

Always up for such things, do you have an AIM SN by any chance?
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after a long and profitable friendship bump.. the search is on again
Thread: Female looking for male for FMA Brotherhood next gen rp!

I feel the need to reiterate this. NOT FROM THE FIRST ANIME SERIES! FROM THE 2ND ANIME SERIES, BROTHERHOOD, OR THE MANGA!
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

The land of Ice lived up to its name. A barren wasteland of frozen snow as far as the eye could see. Nestled in the valley of the mountains, it was rumored that Ice was once a lush and green place until the Goddess of Snow, Isola, caught sight of it and claimed it as her own. Nothing grew here and the people made their living mining the precious metals out of the surrounding mountains. On all sides down the mountains were green and prosperous kingdoms. Amna loved her home. As the daughter of a lesser lord, she never had many hopes for her life. She assumed she'd marry and live her days with another lesser lord, pining away for the glory of the palace. Through manipulation, her mother had managed to succure for her a special betrothal with the youngest prince. The condition was, should he ever be made king, Amna would be his bride. Against what everyone would have assumed, a plague hit Ice and robbed them of their king and his two elder sons. The crown fell to Yorik, and Amna became queen. Yorik was not what she would have wanted in a husband. Too busy trying to pretend he was still the care-free prince, he left his duties unfinished. The only thing he liked about being king was the seemingly unlimited funds he could play with. Amna was well aware of her husband's expensive tastes for she was the one who had to make sure teh bills were paid on time. As the true power behind the throne, Amna found being queen a thankless job. She found her joyless days filled with petitions from the towns, visiting nobels who looked down on her icy realm, and the overlooming threat of war with the surrounding kingdoms. It was always something to worry her, and she felt very alone in her palace. It had been years since Yorik even paid attention to her. Amna was not an ugly girl she had long white hair and pale skin that was common among the people of Ice. Her eyes were an unusual shade of green, a throwback to her foreign grandmother. She was of medium height and curvy, a beauty for the people of Ice. Yet, when she craved the attention of her husband, she was always turned away and felt like there must be something wrong with her. Pulling her wrap around herself more, she motioned for her servant to put another log on the fire. Today, she would tackle the reports of an army emassing in the south. She knew why many of the surrounding kingdoms feared Ice. At a high advantage, they could attack easily. Amna had no desire for war, wishing peace. However, she feared that someone might get antsy and decide to take the advantage for themselves.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Some people loved going to war, other people loved trying to secure peace. The kingdom of Zion secured their foreign affairs either peacefully or with the assasination of the higher nobility. It was no secret to the surrounding kingdoms that this one was strong enough to train highly specialized troups in underground or hidden combat. The only secret was, the best assassin was the youngest prince. He was feared amongst the others and even his brothers' attempts to remove him from the power he could potentially gain. But one day, he had found a note by his bedroom door. It wasn't a threat to his life again and it caused Sarin to smirk. It was signed by his mother and it explained to him that he was to pack his weapons and some peasant disguise clothes right away. He went to work immediately, the tall young man also slipped out of his morning clothes and into some dirty, ragged pants with a cloth belt and a dirty white shirt that was beginning to rip up his side. He packed a small bag, getting a stick for it before wrapping the bag around it. His daggers were hidden in the back of his belt as he left the room, carrying the note with him that explained he was to kill Queen Amna of the Kingdom of Ice to secure the rage of the king so he would plunge into war and the mineral rich kingdom would come under new management. It was reckless to attack Zion unless one knew how to protect the higher nobility AND wage a frontal war at the same time. His mind went quickly around the ways he would work as he passed one of his brothers in the corridor, receiving a new note that stated the wagon was ready. And a moment later he was off, sitting next to the driver on the cart that would take the weekly flour shipment to the border and he was going to be passing with a few papers already made for this. He had a smile on his face as he prepared himself mentally for his work, it would be a new experience to kill someone this high but he also knew that he was the only one who could be trusted with this kind of work. Appearing at the border by midday, he passed the guards with a nod, slipping them the paperwork as he was allowed entry to the kingdom. He worked his butt off when the cart came to take the flour to the castel bakeries as he then sattled up next to the driver, engaging in some friendly chat about a made-up aunt of his who was supposedly the personal maid of some lower nobility woman in the kingdom. Sorry I took so long, haven't had internet all day for some weird reason
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Amna took a quick break from the reports. If she had to read one more parchment about how this kingdom or that kingdom was preparing to crush Ice, she was going to go crazy. She knew she had to talk to her husband, but she wasn't even sure where he was. Rubbing her eyes, she made her way down to the kitchens for a snack. She would get lectured by her husband's advisors for venturing into servants' territory, but she didn't care. Master Orf, how are you this day, she said, walking into the kitchens. The staff was busy unloading the latest flour shipment and a few fruits sent through Zion. At the moment, she saw a small horde of poison testers taking little tastes of the flour to check for arsenic. Busy, Majesty. What can I do for you? I just came down for a small snack. Anything you have at the ready will do, Amna said. She sighed, moving out of the way of a dirty peasant with a flour barrel. And if you have anything for a headache l can use, that would be wonderful. She rubbed her temples while she waited for one of the kitchen staff to make a small plate. Majesty, you can just send a request down, Master Orf said. There is no need to come down by yourself. I need the exercise, Amna said. She took her plate and turned to leave. Oh, one of my personal servants left to care for her mother. If you can spare anyone, I could use the extra help. She left the kitchens and walked back to her study.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Arriving at the castle bakeries, he jumped off the cart as it stopped. He waited for the Master to come out and arrange the orders to unloading the goods as he nodded and grabbed the first bag of flour. He moved in a gentle pace, making sure not to go too fast or too slow so his back could follow along as he begun transferring the bags of flour and eventually the extra fruit that was accompanying the flour as a gift. It was then suddenly that Sarin noticed the Queen out of the corner of his eye. She was older than him by a couple of years but she was still as beautiful as a girl his own age. Feeling one of the apprentices tap him on the shoulder, he unloaded the bag before returning to the cart to get the last bag of flour. He tried to get in as close to the queen as possible when she managed to avoid him. He had overheard most of their conversation but figured this was where he would make his grand entrance. When he was done unloading and having counted out his pay, he approached Master Orf. Excuse me Sir, I can fill in the spot needed for our Queen if it is needed. I am not scheduled for more work today so I have the time. He explained, hoping to get the post as the shape of his body would show that he could make a fine servant if given the chance. I will only ask for a uniform and some clean water then I will be ready. He said, trying to hide his accent as much as possible as he was praying for the job.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Almost an hour later, when Amna was ready to throw up her hands in dispair over the documents in front of her, there was a knock on her study door. Master Orf entered with a young man dressed in the livery of the palace servants. I found a volunteer, Majesty, Master Orf said. He's new. Amna smiled. Well, that's all right. She walked over to the young man. He was handsome, she had to grant that. She just hoped he wasn't the kind to sneak off to 'dally' with the maids. Thank you for volunteering, Amna said. I've been so busy lately and could use the extra help. I don't suppose you have any skills with hair or handwritting, do you?
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Following Master Orf, Sarin was taken to a room where the servant livery was kept and one fitting his size was picked out as he was quickly working his way into it. Next came the task of having to listen to instructions on how he was to speak to the queen, behave around her and what he should do in case the king arrived. He listened patiently, hiding the anger in his body by quietly smiling and nodding at the orders. Following the Master to the room where the Queen was, he walked in last as he managed to get a glimpse of the queen. However he didn't look at her for long as he saw her approaching him, he stood taller than her in the room, though it was common for the men to be that way as he waited for her to finish taking. I can write, your Majesty. He spoke calmly as he bowed lightly. He didn't dare look too long at the queen. He only stole glaces here and there so he would seem interested in her. His mission was after all explained to full detail that he was to kill her when they were alone and it seemed like this would be one of the ways to stay out of the eyes of other servants when he was to complete his task.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Amna smiled. Good. I can use some help with letter writing. If I did it all myself, I'd be here all night. She motioned for him to follow her back to her desk. She handed him a small stack of papers, an inkwell and a pen. All you have to do is copy this letter, she handed him a parchment of paper, but fill in the appropriate items. The papers were to okay various mining operations, with an added note about being careful and what shares should be sent for inspection to the palace. She got him settled in on a corner of her desk while she worked. As she got to the middle of her own stack, she started to get aggitated. Amna frowned, coming across a few papers slipped in the stack. Bills, sent by her husband. She was getting a good idea where he was hiding this time. Stay here, she said, picking up the papers. I won't be long. She'd have to deal with this in person. Paying what her husband owed would be tricky. He was creating a mess with his frivolity. At the door,she turned for a moment. Oh, what's your name?
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Yes, M'lady. He replied, having followed her to the table he would be using. He sat down, putting the stack of papers in front of him, the letter to his left, the inkwell just above the papers, the corrections to his right and then he sat down. He knew the letters were none of his business so he didn't bother reading it as he begun copying. He worked quickly, the ink scribbling over the page as he managed to stay at somewhat perfect invisble lines. He couldn't risk his mission by making mistakes. He didn't seem to react until her expression changed, causing him to look up in curiousity as he saw her reaction. He figured something that didn't please her had come up as he soon returned to the letters. He was only done with the first three letters but his pace was keeping up with being gentle, making it seem like he needed to work harder than he was actually working. He didn't react to her telling him to stay, he found it obvious as he saw her move out of the corner of his eye. By then she was already at the door. I'm Sarin, your Majesty. He said, putting on a gentle smile before he returned to the letters to keep on writing.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Amna nodded and left the room. She knew her husband spent his time with many of the other nobels, trying to relive the carefree lifestyle he had before he became king. What he didn't seem to realize was that it had to be paid for. She did not appreciate getting a bill from a whorehouse because he wanted to be generous. Or from a dressmaker concerning a dress she knew was never delivered to her. Entering her husband's chambers, she ignored the nobels surrounding him. Yorik, we need to talk, she said. Now. I'm kinda in the middle of something, he said. Amna grabbed the pretty young thing for she was uncertain if that was a boy or a girl under all that makeup and pulled it from her husband's lap. Now, Yorik. She left him no room to argue. Pulling him to a quiet corner she handed him the bills. We can't keep paying these. The treasurey is getting low, our mining is starting to yield less, and I'm trying to keep invading kingdoms from walking over us. You have to stop this, Yorik. I'm king, Amna, Yorik said. It will all work out. Just raise the taxes on the peasants or haggle a better deal with the traders. You are good at taht. She pushed the bills in his hands. Just end it, yorik. I have enough on my plate. Yorik looked amused. Let me guess, another assassination plot? Oh, those are fun. I heard a rumor that Zion...or was it Malbin?...was plotting a royal death. Amna rolled her eyes. Those rumors are old, she said. I've been hearing them since we married. Now, stop paying for your friends all the time. Let them treat you or just stay home. With that, she left and returned to her study. No longer wishing to work, she said, Sarin, right? How well do you handle the cold?
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Sarin was completely unaware of what was happening as he kept working. He was only interupted by Master Orf who came to check up on him, knowing the queen had left. He had excused himself with being okay though he wouldn't mind a glass of water. He had found it by his side a moment later as he took a sip once in a while during his work. It was quite eventful, his wrist beginning to ache a few minutes before she returned as he looked up, pleased to see her back. Her question came new to him. He hadn't expected her to mention the cold but he knew he could block it out. Fairly well, my Queen. He said, lowering his gaze so he wouldn't accidentally look into her eyes. He was beginning to realise that maybe he should've focused more during his preparations last time he was going to the kingdom of Ice. But this was okay with him, he was already enjoying his assignment as he seemed to have found a perfect spot where he would be able to get in close to the queen.
Thread: The Unloved Queen (ChocolateStrawberry x Russian Vodka)

Amna motioned for him to follow her. I feel the need for a walk, and I loathe to walk alone. The truth was, she knew she should have a bodyguard where ever she went. But, with most of the knights placed incase of an invasion, that left her with servants to accompany her. Yorik never seemed to mind since he always traveled with his friends. She took him to the gardens. It was rather pathetic in her mind. A garden should be green and fragrant. Hers did grow flowers, but they were small buds, a rare plant that could stand the cold. Other then that, she had ice sculptures. You know what I would love, she muttered more to herself then to Sarin. I would love to see a real garden. I want to walk outside without having to bundle up, just once. I've never even been outside of Ice. She looked down at herself, at her pale skin and white hair. I'd also like to not blend in with my surroundings, she mused.