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Thread: Virulent Viagra

Selena sat on a stool, watching Jack and waiting. After five minutes nothing really seemed to have happened. She was angry at herself for taking the pill, really. It didn't seem to be doing anything but she'd never really been able to cope with her desires and there was no telling what the side effects would be. And then there was her boyfriend. Or, her ex boyfriend even. He was such a dick. He'd not really been that good in bed either, but right now it was all she could think about. Oh, she'd fuck him so hard and blow his mind and then kick him outside her apartment in nothing but his socks. And then she'd go and shower him off her and have some private time. She blinked, having been thinking about all this in extreme detail. I think I'm getting something, Dr. Williams. She told him, looking to him. She was suddenly struck by how good he must be at pleasing a woman. He was older, yes - but not grotesquely so. In fact, he could probably still pass for her age. She was aware of a low heat in her belly and as she looked at Jack her mind started racing with all the possibilities. Were there cameras in here? Would people see it? That thought, which would normally terrify her, made the aching heat worse and her breasts feel tight and tingly.
Thread: Virulent Viagra

It's just... I can't stop thinking about fucking . She told him breathlessly. Normally she'd be ashamed to use such language - it was love making after all, not fucking. But right now the word just made her feel dirty and naughty and fuckable. I just want to fuck something. She told him, amazed at how her inhibitions were slipping away. It was like being drunk, but still incredibly in control and aware. I feel hot, and I mean... So much more horny than I've ever been. I mean... When I was in highschool I fucked three boys from the football team, at once - and I thought that was the best thing ever but this... This is so much hotter! She announced, cheeks flushing both with the heat, as she stripped off her lab coat, and at the embarrassment of admitting that to the first person she'd ever told - her boss no less. You should take a pill too, it's the best feeling I've ever experienced. I'm just so horny. My tits... Feel my tits! She told him, giving him little option as she grabbed his hand, forcing it onto her breast. They're so hard and they need touching and my nipples are aching. My pussy is aching already Doctor. I need to be fucked... She told him looking up at him. Fuck me, Doctor... Fuck me... I need it... She whispered amazed by how quickly it came on.
Thread: Virulent Viagra

I'm fine... She told him breathlessly. I'm just so horny, Jack. She told him, using his first name, something she'd never done before. I need you to fuck me. You're so shy usually... She told him, starting to pull as his lab coat. I bet you're really kinky deep down... What do you like Jack? She asked him, kissing him full on the mouth. You want to pull my hair and tell me I'm a dirty little girl? She asked him, one hand moving to his crotch, stroking his erection through the fabric. See, you do want to fuck me... She told him, smiling delightedly at him. I want you to fuck me too, Jack. I want it rough... You won't be able to make proper notes on just how horny and wet I am if you don't fuck me. She told him, pulling away, hitching up her skirt. She bent over and looked back at him, Take my panties down and fuck me. She said, voice soft yet still commanding as she offered herself to him.
Thread: Virulent Viagra

Her heels gave her the perfect height as she bent forward, for him to enter her. She pulled her hair out of its tight bun, dark waves cascading over her shoulders and down her back as she looked back to him. He'd said he'd liked hair pulling and although the idea had never crossed her mind before, the idea of him doing it made the ache between her legs grow even worse. As he parted her legs, he met no resistance, as she gladly did so, pushing her firm round ass up sticking her pussy out for him to get into her. She hadn't been lying about the footballers and so there were two options. While she had never been loose down stairs, keeping that area as tight as she did the rest of her body she was not used to feeling so full. Either Jack was the first real man she'd had in a while, her ex certainly wasn't, or the drug was actually making her tighter, just as tight as she'd been when she'd lost her virginity. She was so slick however it wasn't hard for Jack to get in and she moaned low, pushing back against him. You feel so good. So big... She panted out, looking over her shoulder at him. He boss, still mostly clothed and inside her. It was so dirty and wrong and that was precisely why her insides were humming. Anyone could walk in on them like this. The idea was maddeningly desirable. Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me, please . She begged, bucking against him uselessly, her voice raw with desperation and desire.
Thread: Virulent Viagra

Selena called out, moaning and talking incoherently as he fucked her hard, making the table shake with the speed and strength he was using to please her. Keeping her face down she forced her ass up to meet his thrusts each one maddeningly enjoyable, sending shooting thrills through her stomach. She made no attempt to be quiet, and in fact a small part of her was deliberately being louder - Wanting to encourage her boss on and hopefully attract attention to what they were doing. Still mostly clothed she felt warm and as he told her that she had no idea how long he'd wanted her like this she felt herself flush further. She wasn't sure if she had been aware of it, but she certainly thought now that she had, subconsciously at least. It was the reason her heels and the hemline of her skirt both got higher over the past month or two, wasn't it? Not because she'd been dumped and wanted to feel desired - it was because she wanted someone specific to desire her obviously. As this thought cleared her brain her orgasm crashed in making her hips buck erratically against the doctor behind her.
Thread: The guardians longing...

It was customary for the Mykonos to complete a pilgrimage once every year to the Stilshrine, a glorious however abandoned monastery to the Northernmost reaches of Egypt. The Stilshrine was nonexistent it was absent on even the most detailed maps and scoffed at when mentioned. Only the Mykonos - messiahs and prophets to the Old Gods - knew of its whereabouts. Eryute, the high prophet, was the most secretive of the Myknonos. She kept her existence hidden from the world and operated primarily whilst ensconced. She would - from time to time - commission aesthetically appealing men to appear at social functions in her stead. She won't like this. A group of linen-clad servants stood in a half circle near the palace's entrance adjacent to its grand, marble forged pillars. She dislikes company. A warlord? It's unusual that we invite tyrants into our homes. One of the elder servants chuckled. Her lips twisted into an almost snug grin as she neatly tucked her arms behind her back. You forget that our prophet is a tyrant herself. She is perfectly capable of entertaining Lord Iferit. Think nothing less of her. As they continued gossipping amongst themselves, they stopped, their voices curbed by the overbearing presence of a rather lethargic shade. Eryute's loyal protector, Vox, appeared to be heavily hindered by his mistress' absence. He moped around the palace from dawn to dusk, dragging his oversized feet across the polished marble. Eryute's arrival went uncelebrated as she had requested. She rode in on the back of a behemoth ostrich whose feathers had been stained with shades of pumpkin and pomegranate. It was a majestic beast that strode proudly through the gardens at behest of its master. Several servants made attempts to feed and groom the beast, all of which had failed. It was vicious and unruly, only soothed by the presence of the woman that weened it. It seems that lady Eryute has returned from her pilgrimage. Eryute was an exotic woman with a smothering presence. Her eyes were strikingly light in contrast to her shimmery, sun-kissed flesh that seemed littered with flecks of gold and sand. The pilgrimage had siphoned vast reserves of her energy. She was sore and heavily fatigued her stomach hadn't seen the lights of a hardy meal in weeks. Milady! I hope that your pilgrimage went as smoothly as possible. Please, rest. Truthfully Eryute despised this treatment. Because this palace served as a haven and allowed her to peacefully practice shamanstic rituals, she bit her tongue and accepted the constant worship. Would you have me prepare a meal for you? Or perhaps you wish to bathe.
Thread: The guardians longing...

At the mention of the name Iferit, Eryute's eyes quite literally went white with rage. She remained poised - aside from her wild gaze - which harshly met the shadow of a frightened servant. Eryute was a peaceful woman. A man with the title Warlord could only mean harm to her empire. She worked in the shadows, never once being thanked for the buildings she had erected and good she had done. This is what maintained her sanity, or so she claimed. E-Eryute ... I ... I - He pressed his lips in a hard line and struggled to swallow the knot bobbing up and down in his throat. Lord Iferit insisted to be allowed entrance into the palace. We did not want to irk him. He's here with several other officials. Officials meaning his murderous soldiers that would slaughter an infant if given the command. Where if he? Eryute questioned softly. In the lounging quarters ... he's taken a particular interest your collection of literature. She had not yet acknowledged Vox's appearance simply because her mind was plagued with images of Iferit reading her personal notes and tomes. The servant took his mistress' silence as a sign. Would you have us double the guard? Watch over him, perhaps? No. T-Then ... what would you have us do? Leave him be. I will entertain him shortly.
Thread: The guardians longing...

With his mistress in such a foul mood Vox took it upon himself to chase the other servants from the room to leave the two of them alone and to allow Eryute time to wind down as much as possible before her encounter with the warlord. When the room was cleared, he made sure to give special orders to the royal guard not too far down the hall to allow no one to disturb the Lady and to notify him on any emergencies should they arise but with a soft touch he steered his mistress towards the still hot food at the table murmuring softly to her as he pulled out the chair for her to sit. Mistress..... It will not do you any good to entertain such a man when your tired and unprepared for the games he will no doubt attempt to play with you as soon as he lays eyes on you. His kind do not acknowledge women as equals, and you know he's only here to try and pressure you into either a one sided treaty or marriage. It was always the same with the warlords bordering their kingdom. They always came with honey coated lies and barely concealed threats as to what would be best for the kingdom and Eryute had always driven them away with the same political jargon and worse. Some of said warlords he himself escorted out of the city to keep them from causing havoc in their towering rages but he had heard only the most terrible of Lord Iferit. There was nothing he wanted more than to delay their meeting to give his Lady time to rest and recover her wits but with a tired sigh he knew he could not force her to do anything once she had her mind set. With the smallest touch to her soft hand Lox murmured almost too low for anyone to hear but he knew she would catch his words. I've missed you Lady Eryute. If you would only allow I will chase that warlord from these lands to give you the peace you desire... But as of late you require less of me. He felt low saying such a thing to her when she was so tired but it seemed that as the years passed his lady had all but forgotten about the servants who served her without reserve and with their lives. While he was far from the only one he truly did miss her presence as her travels took her farther away and for longer stretches of time. Your loyal await only your words Lady, and we will act without hesitation. You need not bear the burden of this whole kingdom on your shoulders alone. With that Lox drifted away from her in silence, moving about her private chambers in the way he always did to check not only her bathing room but also the large balcony overlooking the city for any soul who dared tried to intrude on her privacy. He dreaded the confrontation she was going to have with Iferit once she finished eating and bathing, regardless of his helplessness at changing her mind but quietly he positioned himself outside on the balcony and gazed out at the beautiful city that prospered under his mistresses loving care. The earlier thoughts of being physically intimate with her all but vanishing under the weight of fatigue she carried with her after the long journey away, though he still felt the urge to hold her when she got like this.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

Lieutenant Robert Walker was a rough soldier, A man's man, but even more a lady's man. His broad shoulders, chizled features, and rough rider attitude attracted attention from from nearly every female in rifle range. He was fun-loving, but a serious soldier, and in a fight was more feared than a grizzly bear. He like to drink, maybe too much for his own good. This particular day, he was on his way back to Dodge City when he encountered the stage. It was off the road with horses missing, the strong box gone and luggage strewn everywhere. He found several dead and one young woman wounded and unconscious.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

The girl was tall, her lush figure clad in a simple dress, cornflower blue with a high neck and long clingy sleeves. The bodice flaring at her hidden breasts, tapered to a fetching waist and then widened again at her hips. Her skirts were dirty from the fall, but the several visible layers of petticoats indicated a woman of some wealth. Her hair fell in long russet coloured ringlets, her bonnet laying several feet from her head. A large gash stretched from her forehead into her hair line, clotted with drying blood marred her pretty face. While not a conventional beauty, she was easy on the eyes. Elizabeths eyes fluttered. The pain in her head was monumental, as she blinked several times trying to focus. She remembered a violent shout had happened before the fast moving stage had wobbled and then gave way into a full on tumble. She must have lost consciousness after the first go round, as everything was foggy. Her green eyes were beginning to focus though, so that meant she was alive did it not? She tried to sit up, and was met not only with a violent protest from her body, but a verbal one, from someone with a masculine voice, telling her not to move. She wondered if it was just her head that seemed to hurt or if it was the rest of her body that ached. Her eyes fluttered again, and she lost her battle to remain conscious, falling once again into darkness.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

PickleChiffon said The girl was tall, her lush figure clad in a simple dress, cornflower blue with a high neck and long clingy sleeves. The bodice flaring at her hidden breasts, tapered to a fetching waist and then widened again at her hips. Her skirts were dirty from the fall, but the several visible layers of petticoats indicated a woman of some wealth. Her hair fell in long russet coloured ringlets, her bonnet laying several feet from her head. A large gash stretched from her forehead into her hair line, clotted with drying blood marred her pretty face. While not a conventional beauty, she was easy on the eyes. Elizabeths eyes fluttered. The pain in her head was monumental, as she blinked several times trying to focus. She remembered a violent shout had happened before the fast moving stage had wobbled and then gave way into a full on tumble. She must have lost consciousness after the first go round, as everything was foggy. Her green eyes were beginning to focus though, so that meant she was alive did it not? She tried to sit up, and was met not only with a violent protest from her body, but a verbal one, from someone with a masculine voice, telling her not to move. She wondered if it was just her head that seemed to hurt or if it was the rest of her body that ached. Her eyes fluttered again, and she lost her battle to remain conscious, falling once again into darkness. Click to expand... Lay still, he said as she lapsed back into unconsciousness and fell back on his arm. She needed help now. He lifted her gently and effortlessly and layed her lengthwise across the seat of the diabled stage. he soaked his bandana in water from his canteen and wiped the blood from her face. It was then that he noticed the blood on the sleeve of his uniform. rolling he gently he found that her dress was blood soaked along her left side. he began unhooking and untying the many layers of her dress so he find the source of the blood. After several minutes of effort, he finally exposed a puncture wound on her left side at the base of her breast. There was still a piece of wood protrudung from it. He was thankfull she was unconscious as he dug the stick out of her side with his pocket knife and disinfected the wound with whiskey. It was then that she woke again half undressed on the seat of the stage. with a man leaning over her. He suported her with his arm and held the whiskey bottle to her lips. drink this it will help with the pain he seemed to be saying. He had covered he with his cape, but benieth it she was half naked.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

Her green eyes flicked open again, she had the sensation she was cold. The stranger leaned over her, forcing his fire liquid down her throat. She sputtered at the acrid taste and the burning she felt in her throat soon after she swallowed. Surely he was trying to poison her, she coughed, plain lancing through her side as it jostled. Wh-a-t happened? Her voice was cracked and scratchy as she tried to talk. She flicked her tongue over her dry lips, moistening them. She vaguely noticed the heap of crimson stained clothing by his side. Thats such a pretty color, Im wearing a dress just like it . Her gaze fell down to see a naked arm resting on top of his cape. She startled, a look of terror in her eyes as she looked up into his face. Why? Why am I undressed? She tried to be calm, but she heard the panic in her voice as she asked the question. Her body still throbbed in agony, as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

Elizabeth was in pain. The stabbing sharpness that coursed through her side caused her eyes to prick with tears. Frustrated from her lack of control and the helpless state she was in. The wait for the handsome stranger to come back to her seemed an eternity. When he lifted her so gently, shed been fully aware of how his roughened hands smoothed over her soft skin. Her breath caught in a sharp hiss, as his cape tore away from her naked body. The instant temperature change causing her skin to tighten and pucker. As he lay her down, and leaned to cover her, she felt the slightest brush of his hand over her revealed flesh at her side, just under her breast, she tired to see if it had been intentional. But his face was locked in concentration as he tucked her into the litter. Softly, she whispered a thank you, unsure if hed even heard it. The movement of the horse was agony, every jostle she felt in spades as they rode. Her eyes were closed, trying to focus on anything put the pain. She wasnt certain, but thought she likely lost consciousness at least one more time before the movements of the horse finally stopped. The night air was brisk, but she was warm as she watched him stretch out on the ground and close his eyes. In the soft flickering light she could see his features, the flame light licking and dancing on his face. He was handsome, rugged from time spent riding and patrolling. From his uniform, she was certain he was cavalry, but he seemed less like the pompous graduates of WestPoint who were more prim and priss, uneducated in the world and more a heady combination of wild and righteous, a man who had seen things. She took a breath, and instantly regretted it, she blinked several times trying to stave off the wave of blackness she felt clawing at her. She moved her uninjured side carefully, wiggling her hand free, she lay her arm above the furs, resting it across her chest, she closed her eyes of her own free will. That was better . She fell into a sleep, lulled by the sound of her pulsing blood in her ears, hoping that when she opened them this had all been a nightmare. Aside from the stranger, he can stay.
Thread: an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

Elizabeth Mcann, she had said softly as he introduced himself. The water he gently poured into her mouth was cool and tangy, but it felt wonderful on her parched lips. She met his eyes as he asked her permission to dress her wound. A slight flush crept up her cheeks as he worked, her mind reeling when his palm connected with her nipple. Feeling it tighten and pucker beneath his hand, she nearly died of shame. After the sweet roasted meat, and some more water, he told her to rest. She closed her eyes to try, her sleep fought with nightmares and a fevered restlessness. She jolted awake, finding the cape laying in a heap on the ground beside her. She suppressed a frustrated cry when she realised she was unable to retrieve it. Giving up she decided to enjoy the cool air, which felt refreshing on her fevered skin. Her skin nearly glowed in the fading sunset light. Her legs, long and muscled for a woman of wealth were stretched out before her, crossed at the ankles and slighty curved to provide some modestly the pose revealed a pleasing look at the roundedness of her bottom. Her hips were smooth, the skin taut over the bone, but still rounded and feminine, not slim and boyish. Her waist was tapered before flaring to the base of her full breasts, her nipple tight and peaked on each globe of flesh. Her pulse fluttered attractively just above her collar bone, in the perfect place to be kissed. Her eyes were closed against her situation, and she was glad on some level hed not been a figment of her fevered mind. Her sense of modesty though was taking a severe beating.