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Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

The wife sitting next to me in church, in her most conservative Sunday dress, is so different than the Wild Red Witch that was riding me last night. That woman - the one in the heels that made her taller than me even at my full height, the one with the big breasts jiggling in her push-up bustier as she pulled my boxers from me, the one who pushed me onto the bed and mounted me like a wildcat and made me forget the pain in my legs - that woman is a just a memory right now. But it's a memory I can't stop replaying in my head, over and over. Quiet times like this, listening to our pastor speak, are nice sometimes. I'm not a real religious guy I come to church more for Milly, who's taken up her faith more in recent years. But moments like this allow me to think about what's important, ruminate on the past week, maybe plan the next. I glance over at her, rapt in attention to the sermon, and think again about last night. Because wow did she fuck me good. She was drunk, there's no denying it. She woke with a throbbing head and I had to help her out a bit with breakfast this morning, but oh boy was it worth it! She was drunk - not to the point of slurring her words - but I could see it in the wobble in her walk, and in her eyes. Those eyes - wowie. Made-up like Jane or Marilyn or Liz Taylor, they were dramatic and when they looked into mine, man, I was putty! And she had her tits up on display for me, just the way she knows I like it. And - I didn't even have to put on a show of trying to get into the man's position, on top of her. She just climbed right on. WOW. I shift around, trying not to be noticed, sitting here in my pew. No boners in church! Yep, she humped me good. Face to face for a moment, and then she sat up, on top of me, letting me look at her tall, curvy body. Letting me watch her big, jiggling tits. She's a big gal, strong, and she made me feel it. I'm not quite the man I used to be, my body softened by my illness, and if I weren't so jazzed up at the time I would have told her to be careful. It felt like she could break my bones....but it felt so good! Between the thought of that and the sight of her, bouncing on me, sliding up and down my cock, I didn't last long. I was a little mortified, in fact, and felt a little like a horny, star-struck teen when I came so quickly. She seemed perfectly pleased, though, content, and after a little cuddling had fallen asleep soundly beside me. But she woke with a headache, that's for sure! Still smiling, though, and a little embarrassed as to her behavior. I like to tease her at times like this, and she's a sport. I didn't mention how sore I was, but as the morning went on - here we are at church, both in our Sunday best - I became pretty convinced I'll need another treatment tomorrow. What's it been, four days..?
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

I attempt to listen to Reverend Downing as I sit in church with Ben in our Sunday best, but I find my mind wandering...I somehow seem guilty, for getting drunk off of all that wine...I know things were wonderful in the bedroom...oh but why was I enjoying Ben inside of me so much...oh Lord, you know if you had given me the ability to conceive, Ben and I would be doing it for being fruitful and multiplying as the Good Book says, but in your wisdom I can't...should I feel guilty for that?...and should I feel guilty for the way I looked last night?...the attention I kept getting from the husbands of my friends and neighbors, it made me feel good, real good, to be the object of their deep sexual desires...I gave in to that Lord, I gave into human weakness, maybe that's why I was enjoying Ben in me last night so much...I wanted to enjoy him even more, I wanted to.... Oh stop Millicent Robertson, enough already! Sitting there, all proper I hear the words of Reverend Downing again, but somehow I start to think of Ben...I turn towards him for a moment and look at him...such a beautiful man...I love him so much...I'd do anything for him...the reverends words are drowned out by my continued thoughts and prayers...now Lord, Ben is going through a lot, he is going through a lot of pain, he is going through a lot of emotion, he is challenged by yet something else in his life...Ben is walking in your valley of the shadow of death and even though he fears no evil and even though he knows you are with him, you are not enough Lord....let me be his rod and his staff...use me oh Lord, in any way you can....let me do something, anything that will bring Ben back from the abyss...I'm not wanting it to be all you Lord, I want to do my part...let me please!! Give me the power and strength to help make Ben whole again...can you please give me that, I beg of you!! Let me be of some help.... Church finally ends... Darling, the woman's auxiliary is meeting downstairs in the church basement. I'll get a ride home with Mandy. There's plenty of cold cuts for you to make a sandwich and you can have some of the left over potato salad that I made. I know how much you love to watch that football of yours anyway. You can swear at those ballplayers without me being there. I smile Now, I'll be back to make dinner, don't you worry. We're having Beef Wellington tonight. I smile and give him a kiss on the cheek and wave goodbye with my white gloved hand
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

I hear a voice calling after me... Milliy! Milly Robertson!! I turn around and smile.... It's Reverend Downing coming to speak to me....I stop...Reverend downing is thin, but very tall, maybe 6'3 or 6'4...he's a good looking man for his age...I think he's in his early 60's, balding head...it is very apparent that he's from British stock, a very regal nose, and has the bluest eyes you'll ever see in a man...he's very personable for a man of the cloth and he does have the ear of our congregation...he's a good man... Reverend Downing, is everything all right? Everything is fine, fine. Listen Milly, I don't want to hold you up from going to the Woman's Auxiliary, but I wanted to ask about your husband Ben. How's he getting on these days? Is doing all right? Reverend Downing asked me with what seemed to be grave concern. I guess I hadn't thought about how the news would affect others in our community. Well, Reverend, Ben has good days and he has bad days. As I continue to speak and look up at the Reverend I notice that at times his eyes seem to wander away from my face and down to my chest...I guess my dress makes it clear that my bosom is the attention of other men's desires, but the Reverend?? I continue to explain about Ben's condition, then we finally say our goodbyes...as I walk away I can't help but reflect back at what happened... Okay Milly, I say to myself. Men have stared at you before. Many, included Ben himself. I know I am a good looking woman, but why am I the attention of their desires? Why me? And the Reverend? But then I begin to realize that the Reverend is flesh and blood too. He's just a man. God knows he is suppressing his desires. I keep walking and it continues to gnaw away at me... Well, if I can get men of the cloth to have sinful desires about me, I say to myself and then continue, All these years its happened to me, back in middle school I always had the attention of boys, same in high school. I guess I always knew that it made me quite special. Not every woman has that attention, not to the extent that I have a man's attention. Then I think back to times that I used my good looks, turned on my womanly charms to get the littlest things from a man, including my own husband Ben...Milly Robertson, you can't have any children, but you can have that subtle control over men. I can just imagine the Reverend thinking such wild things. I should be sickened by that, by why does it give me a sheer sense of empowerment. Hmm, maybe I have to see what it does to Ben. Maybe run a few experiments....I smile, a devious part of me at work...then I think, It can't hurt anybody.....
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

Later in the evening at home.... Experiment 1... I come down the stairs in my pink babydoll and my marabou slippers...it's overt, I do realize that, but it garners and immediate action from Ben...he practically dives at me, and I make it a chase all the way into the bedroom with some stops and spanks in between... Of course, I realize just how desirable I can be to a man... Now in our bedroom...my babydoll off, my Marabou slippers on the other side of the room, Ben seems to struggle to get me into bed...then he joins me, he on top, he attempts to get hard and have his beautiful thing of his inside me, but I sense that he's having trouble...I can see him struggling...he tries to give me that willing face...maybe there is something that I can do...something that will make all the difference...maybe, I realize...that feeling of womanly empowerment....what my body can do to a man, even if it is my man... Experiment 2....I think to myself before saying in a sultry manner... Ben, do you want me to be on top?
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

Crestfallen, I let out a breath and open my eyes. This has happened too many times before, and she's responded as she always has in the past, with compassion, and with understanding. Understanding of what I need. Without a word, I nod yes, and she does what she has always done for me...
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

As I maneuver to be on top, I can't help but notice how similar in height, and to a certain degree, size we seem to be...I know its Ben's sickness that is doing this to him, but for a fleeting moment I rather enjoy the thought of being taller than him....I must be crazy to think such things...what wife wants to be taller than her husband? How ridiculous that would look? What would the neighbors think? And, our friends? Now in position, I lower myself upon him...I let me big bosom come down on Ben's chest and then I slowly drag my boobs across his face...in my sultry voice I say, There you go Ben, I know how much you love that. I know how much you like to have my soft, dripping boobs on your face. Will that make you hard for us? I bet it will. Maybe this will help too. I place my arms on either side of his head and scoop him up and pull him into my deep cleavage...my large D's engulf only part of his head, but it is enough to get what he needs...a bit more of me in order to get him hard...it's what I do for my hubby...it pleases him so for me to do this and I know how much he wants to make love to me...after a short while, I lower my haunches and let my vagina find the head of his cock and when it does, I let the rest of my body follow... Now I pet Ben's head...in a sweet, subtle, mothering tone.... There you. All better now. my body rocks back and forthThat's all it took was to have me on top of you just like you want. in and out in and out It was a good try Ben to have you on top, but its better this way. in and out, in and out Besides, you know how much I love you and want to please you. in and out in and out If this is the way you get hard to make love, than this is the way. And you enjoy my soft bosom in your face. I continue to rock my body up and down, his cock going in and out of my pussy...I'm here for him...I drag my bosom across his face multiple times and wait for him to come inside of me....
Thread: Infirm (Ben Robertson x Devilla Roche)

Oh god, she knows what I like. For better or worse, she knows. I need her on top. There you go Ben, I know how much you love that... Click to expand... She lets me look at her, she knows the sight of her above me is all I need to ignite me, harden me. Her tall body, her long, strong legs, her thick powerful hips. She's aware. Her body is a magnificent thing. It works, it always does. I respond to her above me, I always do. I thicken again, I grow. She coos to me, encouragements and praise. I'm inside her again, she's taking the lead, fucking me. She's proud, and I'm a little humbled...I couldn't stay hard on top, but I'm aroused with her on me. Unspoken between us, but a fact. And the shame only fuels my lust, and she feels me becoming ready. She knows what will finish me off... ... Maybe this will help too. Click to expand... Slowly - with hands crawling behind my head - she shows me her breasts. They fill my view, large and white. She lowers them...closer...closer...knowing what I need...she whispers... There you. All better now...just like you want... Click to expand... Her breasts in my face. She knows. It's better this way, hm? she coos, petting me, Click to expand... I kiss at her, inhaling her, and quickly I am there, moaning, moaning...she's cooing to me, praising me, encouraging me. This is easy for her, the easiest way to bring me home, it always works..she's telling me yes, baby, yes , and I'm moaning, moaning...and tensing...tensing... ...and coming... Oh, yes
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Thread: Bug War [Kaybee and Itazura Reborn]

The south american jungles, one of the most exotic places on earth with it's immense variety of species of all kinds. Millions of square kilometers of lush rainforest, the rare roads and rivers winding through the greenery invisible from above, giving the impression of pure and untainted land but for a single scar. A great grey dome, reflective on the outside though one could see out from within, home of one of the last cities, one of the few havens that remained since the war began. It's continued survival was a testament to the adaptability of humanity in some ways. Since the mutations had been sighted and the war had begun, the jungles had become one of the most dangerous places on earth, with billions of insects mutating alone or fusing with the other wildlife of the area, creating an area more infested with the horrific monstrosities that besieged humanity on every side than almost any other place on the planet. Which made the survival of this particular city a certain testament to humanity's persistence and defiance in the face of overwhelming odds. Despite cities in far less dangerous places falling left and right, the walls of Shiasa remained unbroken, it's guard remained unwavering. For the most part the city was self-sustaining, farms and water sources all contained within the great dome that protected it, but some resources simply could not be obtained, and thus there were the scouts. They were the best of the best, rag-tag to be sure, but accorded a certain respect despite their typically mis-matched and salvaged gear and generally motley appearance. They went outside the walls, an activity that carried with it a survival chance of merely 30, and they hunted and salvaged what the city needed and brought it back. They fought back against the bugs, and for all that their job was perilous and those that came back did so only with difficulty if they came back at all they were the envy of every man and woman in the city, because they fought back rather than cowering behind the walls. In this case, it was a small mission, with only two scouts needed. Sarah Ashford and Amy Burns were chosen and sent out, their goal retrieval of parts from a ship that had crashed a scant few miles from the city limits. While the bugs had taken the ship out of the sky, they cared not for it's components, which the city could use to keep it's machinery running longer and more efficiently, thus, salvage of what could be salvaged was a priority. At the base of the wall, the last of a complex interlocking airlock system hissed and opened with a soft 'whoosh' expelling the scouts from safety and into the jungle proper. It was quiet, and faintly steamy, with faint tendrils of fog winding their way through the trees, but by the time they made it a dozen meters the trees would be too thick for them to rely on the heavy perimeter guns for protection, and from then on, they would be utterly on their own against a jungle that could turn vicious and swarm them at any moment.
Thread: Bug War [Kaybee and Itazura Reborn]

Sarah, being a more in your face person, preferred to be covered in the spraying blood of her kill than to never see them fall. She was geared in skimpish canvas and kevlar suit. To her, the suit protected what needed to be, covered her nicely, and allowed her to move freely for quick movements. Her main weapons is geared for quick put downs of common breeds. Her AR 90 fires 5.56 from a 40 round clip. Because of its lack of stopping power, she also carries a 50 cal. Desert Eagle with a 12 round clip. The final part of her gear were four frag grenades. Now, she always carries extra mags and clips in her many pouches on her armor, two for her Eagle, and four for her AR. And while she was a strong direct woman, she isn't without her flaws. She is head strong and would often rush into situations without thinking things through. Amy was the total opposite to Sarah. She would rather take out her kill without ever being seen. Her armor was a stealth modal 10, meant to hide her body from sight by redirecting light around her. This would act as a form of active camouflage, rendering her nearly invisible. While this worked great against human foes and common breeds, it was greatly untested against the more advanced breeds, as it was deemed too dangerous. Her sniper rifle fired 50 cal. rounds from a six round clip, was could easily pierce the shells of even tank class insects. Her visor doubles as a scope due to a wireless link to a small device on the top of her rifle. While she rather fight long range, if something didn't manage to get in close, she was equipped with a 9mm automatic hand gun with a 30 round clip. She carries two clips for her hand gun and four for her rifle. As they approached the downed air ship. Sarah had her AR already loaded, cocked, and pulled up for a fight. She crept closer, watching her step to make sure she didn't do anything to alert anything that may be around. Why must we always do this shit? She spoke to Amy through a small radio on her neck, that allowed her to speak with minimal noise by registering her vocal cords. Amy on the other hand, was nearly thirty yards away, perched in a tree. She was laying on the branch with her sights set on the wreckage. Well, that would be because we are the best at it, she said with a small giggle. Who else would come here and do what we do? Don't know, but maybe those big wig commanders can come our and risk their asses once and a while, Sarah smiled at her own comment, still moving slowly towards the crash site, only having a few yards between her and the ship.
Thread: Bug War [Kaybee and Itazura Reborn]

Most mutants were feral, not given to consideration of tactics or anything beyond attacking anything they could see as prey really, but a dangerous few learned stealth and ambush tactics, and even more dangerous handful managed to combine the hive minds they had held before their mutations and combine that with the increased brainpower it had brought. Unfortunately for Sarah and Amy, they'd been unlucky enough to run across both types thus far today, even if they didn't realize it yet. The first had been a solitary hunter which -rather than attacking the minute it had seen them- had instead stalked them through the trees. It was a monstrous thing, all spindly limbs and arachnid mandibles. It moved like a spider too, crawling through the trees high above them, eight compound eyes catching even the subtle shimmers of Amy's cloaked presence. It had nothing like that for itself, but it blended in with the greenery of the forest, and it moved with almost total silence, stalking, watching, and waiting for the perfect moment, creeping down towards Amy while her attention was focused on covering Sarah, poising itself to strike... The latter -and the more dangerous- types were in the ship itself. They knew it was a human thing, and they had deduced that humans might come seeking it as a result. There were a dozen of them, crawling skittering things that looked like they might once have borne a resemblance to beetles were it not for their size. They were approximately as large as house cats, with strong a muscular looking legs rather than the spindly limbs more typical to smaller mutants, and while their mouths didn't appear to be configured for any sort of venomous bite, but it was all to easy to imagine how a coordinated oack of these could bring any number of much larger creatures down. They were lurking all around the crash site, using their smaller size to their advantage to hide in the little crevices and crannies the wreckage created. As Sarah approached the ship, she slowly moved into their encirclement, though still they did not move, waiting waiting with utmost patience, sinuous fleshy tails whiling back and forth in anticipation. The minute Sarah opened the door, she'd see one in plain view, crouched over the motionless body of one of the plane's pilots. It turned at the sight, and lunged at her with frightening speed, but it was only a distraction. Even if she could draw in time to kill it, the others were emerging behind her, and while Amy might have been able to coordinate to deal with them, she was mere instants away from having the massive arachnid mutant lunge to grab her. At most she might get one shot off but unless she noticed the danger the mutant would bite home, and paralytic venom would shoot into her bloodstream!
Thread: Bug War [Kaybee and Itazura Reborn]

Sarah had seen the bug, and already pulled up her AR before it even leaped at her. As it jumped, she noticed a softer underbelly and unloaded ten to fifteen rounds into its softer underside. She watched at the bullets riddled its stomach, spraying its buggy blood as it done show. She didn't see the others however. They quickly over took her, but she didn't lose her footing. She was a stronger woman, so she was able to handle them jumping on her. She tried reaching for her side arm, knowing it would be the best bet for getting them off. Get the fuck off of me! Sarah was in more trouble than she even knew. Amy had been watching Sarah through her visor, but hadn't seen the others either. She watched as Sarah dispatched the first one, but also seen her swarmed by the others. Before she even called out for her, tried to line them up, and fired. Her bullet was fast and quickly pierced the shells of two of the beetles, spraying Sarah with more buggy guts, but that is where her help stopped. Her visor flashed to indicate that something had gotten dangerously close to her. While she didn't know what it was, it was showing that it was over her. Having done something like this before, Amy rolled off the branch, only undoing one of her straps that held her in place. This would allow her to drop down under the branch. She would then be able to release the other to drop down to the ground below, with little to no damage at all. If she could get way, she would be fine, but she didn't know what was chasing her, nor did she know just how much danger she was in.
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