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Thread: Gratitude and Fate (Hareem × Tiberius)

Despite trying to clear his head as he walked, Ren's mind just couldn't move away from the days events. The occurrence in the corridor was strongest in his mind, but he thought back to the earlier two events as well. Each time the strange pair had appeared to him, and only him, they had gone further and further, gotten wilder and wilder. What had started out as a likely acceptable display of public affection had devolved into outright indecency, the kind of behaviour that would get you arrested or thrown in prison....and was incredibly arousing at the same time. God the more he thought about it the more difficult it became to walk normally....Ren was just glad there wasn't anybody around to notice his rather awkward condition right now....the advantage of living in such a rural town he supposed. Eventually Ren came to a part of the walk that would require him to cut through some of the trees. There was no path alongside the road and, whilst recently there had been fewer cars than before it was still dangerous, so there was a well worn path through the edge of the forest. He was somewhat hesitant at first....the forest was where the unusual things had all started....but...well...it was that or risk being hit by a car. Out of the two...he'd risk the forest every time. He turned to head through the thin treeline, towards the clearing where he would sometimes sit on the fallen log to read a book at the weekends, nobody else ever bothered stopping there really. Today though....it seemed today was different. As soon as Ren emerged from the tree line he stopped, seeing the two again....and taking things just as far as they had in the corridor. In absolute shock Ren's backpack fell from his shoulder, dropping to the ground as he just stared at the two. The female wearing nothing but a shirt, her nether regions on clear display, the males fingers driving in and out of her....and it seemed he had arrived just in time for the main event, his arrival coinciding with the females seeming orgasm...the first real one that Ren had ever seen. O-oh my....oh god....oh wow.... He just stared, mouth hanging open. The bulge in his pants was more than obvious by this point, his underwear becoming wet and sticky with his pre-cum as he simply stared at the two, unable to bring himself to speak or move.
Thread: Gratitude and Fate (Hareem × Tiberius)

Leona's legs, wrapped around Moschi's arm,squeezed together as she lifted up, showing off more of herself but flowing natural from the orgasm. Moschi held her in place, watching her, as if he were basking in her glow she in return watched only him, smiling far more warmly than she really had any right to. A few moments passed her legs were still wrapped around his arm but the grip now loosened. With a few idle kicks, her knees fell to the side, more or less freeing him. Wanna go home now, Moschi? Leona said it, but said it without any restraint. It was loud, clear enough for Ren, simple too. Aye. With that he picked her up, helping her with her things, pants and all. She took a moment to lick his fingers clean after, in a few large moves. He didn't really seem to react other than a slight brush, though when she got close, he groped her ass, perhaps indicating something that wouldn't have been obvious to Ren. The two again slipped away before Ren had much of a chance at anything to say. Quickly, efficiently, effortlessly, the two moved away from the trail, slipping between the trees and slipping away, where again as stars they watched Ren react.
Thread: Gratitude and Fate (Hareem × Tiberius)

The show was....intense...incredible....it seemed to just keep going and going even after the female had quite clearly reached her climax...though the come down was certainly part of the fun. In his mind, Ren couldn't help imagining being in the position of that male, his hands exploring the females body, playing with her most intimate of areas....to actually feel the sensation of a real woman....even if she was rather clearly not human. Before he could think more however, he heard the female mention going home, the male agreeing. Before he knew it, Ren was watching the two turn to go, the male once more groping the ass of the female as they walked away into the trees. Ah! W-wait! Ren tried to rush after them, but as always, the moment they had left his sight they had vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of their presence behind, and as usual leaving Ren confused, frustrated and incredibly aroused. Who...what.... He growled slightly, then reached up to rub his face. Calm down Ren....calm down... The boy took several minutes to calm down, taking slow and deep breaths to calm himself. He glanced over at the fallen tree trunk where he usually sat, though he got the feeling it wouldn't have the same calming effect as it usually did this evening. After standing for a few more minutes, Ren sighed and turned to head on his way, continuing his way through the trees back towards the road home, taking his time with a slow, easy walk. On arriving he went straight to the study in order to do his homework, wanting to have something to try and focus his attention on, though the attempt was only partially successful. After a while he went to eat a quiet dinner with his mother, occasionally responding to her idle chatter in order to keep her from thinking anything was wrong. Finally however, the hour drew late. So, now several hours after his last sighting of the red-skinned pair, Ren turned to head for his bedroom, exhaling a deep sigh as he opened the door, intending to just crawl into bed for a long nights sleep.
Thread: Gratitude and Fate (Hareem × Tiberius)

Moschi and Leona had watched him, readying themselves for the end of their deal. Amongst themselves they discussed, argued, bickered but nothing came about, until Leona, bored as she was, convinced him to take his own responsibility. Night came quick for them, certainly not something unexpected for beings that were as old as they. Moschi materialized first, appearing kneeling on Ren's roof. Indeed, he was quiet as a deer, slowly crawling to the edge, pondering how to get his favored's attention. Next came Leona, however, throwing caution to the wind. She materialized above the roof, so that she fell foot first albeit with grace, folding the momentum into her knees. The rattle was nothing much, no more than a cat jumping to the roof. Both were exactly as in the morning, clothed in the same distinct way. Would you be more quiet? Our goal isn't to wake them all! What does it matter? A roar or two will hush them up. A roar would attract their authorities. True. But we're gods. Leona, what does that matter? It would make things more difficult, that's all that matters. Leona sighed deeply, giving in to her companion's argument. She leaned back, looking up at the stars, almost as if she were counting them against the light of the moon. Moschi was still trying to figure out the best means of attack. Leona, what then? We can't exactly smash through his window. Appearing in his den would be ungodly. How should we get him to invite us in? Leona stood up. Somewhat melancholy, she more or less marched across, past Moschi. He was undoubtedly frustrated with her lack of silence, but she gave him no mind, lost in her own thoughts of how, even in the little town they were in, the heavens were clouded by human waste and human light. On the edge, she let herself fall, holding herself off the edge with only an arm and a leg. Gathering her footing, she knocked on the window below, to Ren's room. Moschi rose, watching her and waiting for her to slip in order to catch her.
Thread: Gratitude and Fate (Hareem × Tiberius)

Ren had gone into his room in order to undress, taking off his school uniform until he was wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, then pulling back the blankets of his bed, climbing in and sighing in relief as the soft mattress provided the comfort he had been craving so much all day. He turned to lay on his back and settle down, the bed facing the window of course....and of course Ren laying down and looking up just in time to see Leona swining down infront of the window, hanging from the roof. He gasped loudly, having to cover his mouth to suppress a scream, thinking that she was falling, until he realised she was just hanging there. Wh-wh-what...?! He stared, backing up into the wall behind his bed, just looking Leona right in the eye. It seemed....this time...she wasn't ignoring him....this time she was looking right at him just as he was looking at her. You..... It took a few moments before Ren could move, but finally he crawled over towards the window after she had knocked on it, clearly trying to get his attention, reaching out with a trembling hand to open it slightly, just enough that they could talk. Who...who....what...are you....? What...what do you want from me..? Why have you and...the other man....been....doing those things infront of me...?
Thread: Gratitude and Fate (Hareem × Tiberius)

Leona was well supported by her own strength lightweight by strong it served to let her stretch more than anything else. Moschi was less sure-footed, nimbly and gently angling himself barely leaning on the edge of the roof, watching Leona and listening. Ren's reaction was unsurprising. Leona smiled subtly, almost invisibly at that angle. She spoke softly to him, using a light voice. You're cute. That's it. Well, you got good karma too, but it's mostly because you're cute. I don't have anything to take, so... I'm sorry to ask you like this, but may I come in?
Thread: Gratitude and Fate (Hareem × Tiberius)

Ren was amazed at how the girl could simply hang there like that....if he tried something like that he would've fallen and broken his neck. Yet to her it was like she was simply standing. I'm...cute...? He blinked. You've been....teasing me like that....because I'm cute...? He blinked, then twitched slightly. Then she mentioned good karma....if this was good karma he'd hate to see what bad karma involved. But then she took him by surprise....asking to come in? This girl had simply vanished into thin air at least 4 times so far today, so Ren didn't doubt that if she really wanted to be in his room she could simply have appeared there. But yet...here she was asking his permission.....it kind of put off guard really. He was so dumbfounded by the question that all he could do was nod gently, reaching forward to open the window enough that she could comfortably climb in through it and directly onto the foot of his bed. Um....can I....at least ask your name...? And um....don't be offended by this but....what....are you exactly? With that red skin....how could he not ask such a question?
Thread: Gratitude and Fate (Hareem × Tiberius)

Hareem said Ren was amazed at how the girl could simply hang there like that....if he tried something like that he would've fallen and broken his neck. Yet to her it was like she was simply standing. I'm...cute...? He blinked. You've been....teasing me like that....because I'm cute...? He blinked, then twitched slightly. Then she mentioned good karma....if this was good karma he'd hate to see what bad karma involved. But then she took him by surprise....asking to come in? This girl had simply vanished into thin air at least 4 times so far today, so Ren didn't doubt that if she really wanted to be in his room she could simply have appeared there. But yet...here she was asking his permission.....it kind of put off guard really. He was so dumbfounded by the question that all he could do was nod gently, reaching forward to open the window enough that she could comfortably climb in through it and directly onto the foot of his bed. Um....can I....at least ask your name...? And um....don't be offended by this but....what....are you exactly? With that red skin....how could he not ask such a question? Click to expand... Thank you. She bend up almost effortlessly, grabbing the edge of the roof only to swing in, crawling into a squat by the opposite edge. She really was quite strong, though It didn't really show through. Her calves were soft-skinned, though her legs were strong her arms when she used their strength were more defined than some men's, though at rest they looked soft as any woman's. Her eyes were a reddish brown, almost alight compared to the rest of the room a cute blush washed against her cheeks as well, indeterminately a subtlety lost on distance or a product of the feat of climbing into the room. The tight tee seemed even tighter at night. And with the clear look, it definitely showed off more than distance let on size, depth, temperature... The pants looked like a pair of cheap jeans up close, though, and revealed nothing except around the bracelet-holding ankle. Her feet were bare, but paradoxically clean. She looked at him, letting him finish, letting a light smile paint her face. She answered, but she seemed to struggle for words, licking her supple lips, searching for the answer. Um... Leona, I guess. I'm... a visitor, let's put it that way. I'm native, though... a real native, just haven't been here in a little bit.... family moved up the mountain. Umm.... say... do you mind? Do you mind if my friend comes in too? We'll pay you back, double. I'll explain it all in a bit. It'll... it'll be worth it for you, I'm sure.
Thread: Off to jail...

You have just been handcuffed together in the back of a cop car with the person you are posting under. Using only three words, what would you turn and say to the person you are being arrested with? I'll start with this We were framed!!!
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Call my lawyer!
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...POLICE BRUTALITY, BROTHER!
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I wazzen there!
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Oh God, yes! Sneaks behind a bush to shake his spear
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She any good?
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Thread: Mass Effect Themed Roleplay Anyone?

You know, I'll bite. I've been looking for a decent RP in Mass Effect for a while, and one that doesn't have a lot of sexual overtones is a good deal better for my outlook on this. So, I've done out a few characters for the universe before, and I'd love to batter a few ideas back and forth on the subject of plots and characters.
Thread: Mass Effect Themed Roleplay Anyone?

Cool! Do you have any preferences on whenwhere it takes place? ie. AU, post-game, during the series, etc...
Thread: Mass Effect Themed Roleplay Anyone?

Either very early ME2, or post ME3. Post 3 I thik is the best way to go, simply because it's a lot easier to work with since the threat of the Reapers isn't a big looming thing. Locationwise, I'm pretty easy going, either citadel space, or terminus systems, whatever! That much doesn't much matter to me alot.
Thread: Mass Effect Themed Roleplay Anyone?

Hello, I would be interested in joining this if it's to be a group or a 1x1.
Thread: All that I do, I do for you.. {TAG: Raze, Me}

Damn... I'm late Was all Charlotte Ashdown could think about as she sprinted through the gates of her family's estate and tore through the yard with astonishing speed. Indeed, she was late. Terribly late for her eldest brother's 20th birthday party, and she knew if her father noticed her tardiness, she would be in deep shit. She had been late for her older sister's party the month prior, and her father had been nothing short of furious. Bursting through the massive, iron-wrought doors of the mansion, she climbed up the stairs from the foyer, taking them two at a time, and slipped into the ballroom. Carefully trying to close the door, she accidentally let the knob slip from her boney fingers, and the door slammed shut with a resounding echo. No big deal... She thought.. Everyone would be too busy to notice one door slamming. Charlotte spun around on her heels, ready to sneak to her family's dais---until she met faced to face with a room full of guests, seated quietly at the table, all staring at her. The room was silent as they watched her intently. Oh God...Were they waiting for me..? She began to power-walk quickly over, ducking her head down meekly. Charlotte peered up briefly as she neared the dais. She saw her mother sigh in relief, happy that she was okay. Her older brother, Edgar, bit his lip and looked away, stifling a laugh, and her older sister, Katherina, shook her head in disapproval. Her eldest brother, Donovan, stared down at her irritably, vexed that he had to wait for her to arrive. His fiancee sat at his arm and sniffed haughtily when she caught a glimpse of Charlotte. Charlotte's tunic was wrinkled, and her breeches were stained from the grass. Her riding boots had a thick caking of mud on them, that she undoubtedly tracked the pristine marble flooring with on the way in. Her thin, angled face was unwashed, and her curly, chin-length hair was unbrushed. She did not look at all like the daughter of a Baron, despite the striking resemblance to her father.. Charlotte did not have to look at her father to know that he was seething, and the Baron did not even have to look at his daughter, or say a single word to her, to notify her of how much trouble she was in for. From the corner of her vision, she saw him briefly stroke his finely trimmed beard to masquerade the growing frown, before standing up with a smile. Proudly, he announced---hiding his anger well--the celebration of his eldest son and heir's 20th birthday. Donovan briefly pulled away from his fiancee and whispered to her, with a tone of dark amusement. You are in quite the world of trouble.. Chuckling, he stood up and strode over to his father's side, to greet the guests likewise. Charlotte slunk back in her seat, dreading the punishment she knew would come after.
Thread: Working Title: Dark Dragon (Need Help!!)

Hello everyone, this is my first post in this thread asking for some help as I've been thinking a lot about this idea. Here's the plot that's currently in my plot post of my request thread, strike through has been removed Working Title Dark Dragon TAKEN, Plot under construction It's the same sort of concept of When Darkness Falls Note see my thread for the plot lines of the title spoken of. but with all original characters and settings. Basically, the hero is a Batman-esque charater, but he likes the idea of a dragon instead of a bat, because Dragonman sounds lame, lol. The main character is the city's champion until a new hero arrives on the scene, someone who's not only tough, but sexy. Outside of the costumes they will know each other through work or even school, or anything. If you like the idea of When Darkness Falls but don't feel comfortable with cannon-ish characters, we can collaborate on this role and make it into something great. I'm very flexible with this one. So let me go back a bit with explanation on this role. I was working with someone on the role idea but things kinda fell through with that, so I'm taking this to the public to help me develop this into something established and strong. Something I'd be willing to play. My idea of the hero, Dark Dragon, I was thinking he could be along the lines a hybrid of many heroic and anti-heroic elements. To be more specific, I always thought of him as a mix of Batman, Hawkeye, Deadpool, and The Punisher. He could have the fighting training of Batman, the archery skills of Hawkeye, the arsenal of Deadpool, and the look of The Punisher with a hint of Batman. He would wear a mask. But as far as motives for being a vigilante go, I'm a bit undecided on. Maybe even throwing in some elements of Iron Man. Before becoming Dark Dragon, Blake Miles was orphaned when his mother was violently raped and killed by gang members. He was then taken in by his multi-millionaire father, William Miles, who made his millions by designing weapons for the US government. Eventually, Blake inherits the family business after his father's untimely death to cancer. Or so he thought. But who would want to harm his father? Terrorists? A bad business deal from the mob or a gang? With that background, I'd wonder if he'd be more motivated to kill enemies or only harm them severely ala Batman. I was thinking he could have twin swords that were designed to look like dragon wings The bare sword could look like this , that could link together to become a bow, with an automatic chord that would come out of one blade and link into the other and he could use different arrows for combat. Other weapons could include a sort of handheld flamethrower to utilize a firebreathing stigma of dragons, various explosives and guns, among others. Other than that I'm not sure where else to go from here. I could take any constructive criticism or input that anyone has to offer. So please help?!?
Thread: The Sacrifice (WillowVX & littlerooster)

Winter was coming and the townsfolk of Maidensfayre were in preparation for the coming of the Winter Ceremony. A 3 week festival which starts upon the first true mist of the season. When the mist is so thick that one cannot see their own hand in front of their face, then that is when the festival is called to begin. This was the time of the year when the town boys became more obnoxious than usual, starting to taunt the teen girls, the teen boys looked at girls they desired with a knowing expression, sometimes with pity, often with lust. The older men stayed calm, having gone through this many times before, it became better with time as they grew older. They started building the structures that would make up the festival, the huge wicker virgin pyre, the stands for the market booths and stalls. The women started counselling the virgin girls aged 15-19, telling them what to expect, what they will go through. For the 15 year old girls this would be their first experience, and for the 19 year old's this would be their last and the stress was showing on them. Some of the older virgins cracked and lost their virginity to their boyfriends or boys who had been wanting them for years. For some they just couldn't go through the lottery again. It was a time of mixed emotions for all, an unwanted but necessary festival, a sacrifice to their God of winter survival the great Adalfried who for an annual sacrifice of virginity would take care of them throughout the winter months. The winter months being quite harsh rendering the townsfolk to a near hibernation state for two months of each year. One year the town mayor, who disagreed with the sacrifice as two of his daughters were drawn two years running. He decided one year to not hold the festival and sacrifice and that winter last longer and was colder than the ones before it, half the towns population died and when winter finally ended, the townsfolk slaughtered the mayor and his family in revenge and swore that they would not anger the mighty Adalfried again. The selected Virgin each year had a mixed fortune, on the one hand she was seen as a martyr ensuring the survival of the town throughout winter. On the other hand, she was marked, a used woman, one that had been had by all the townsmen, quite often the selected virgin would move away after the great festival.