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Thread: Hopeless Conviction. ( Me and kat )

Oh you little.. Jack groaned, her plead to be fucked driving him nuts there, she didn't seem the kind to normally do such, but there she did, and that got him so hard, he would just want to take a moment before he'd try to invade her ass, but that pleading... Get your ass up Girl ! he snarls now, giving her a firm slap onto her right hip as he leans up to pull out from her, still a few spurts of cum to fire from his girt to stain her stomach as he moved to make room. Put it up and present your ass, and don't you dare think I'll go easy on you now, I'm going to fuck your brains out.. he loudly says, slapping her ass once she moved to hurry her along. And soon as she had done what he demanded, Jack would simply lean over her, not though to force his way into her tight anus as he desired, but to shove himself back into her cunt, instantly to grab her hips the moment he re-entered her to yank her hard against himself, slamming his hips hard against her ass to reboot that rough fucking, only that now, with the newly assumed pose, he could fuck her with a crudely rapid pace. That's what .. you want bitch, isn't it ? he would moan behind her as he hammered himself into her wet depths, slapping her ass rather hard this time to leave a hand-shaped mark on her right buttock. Isn't it ? he repeated his question, wanting her to admit that she needed this, she was becoming such a needy one below him, and now he would teach this poor woman how much this stranger enjoyed to turn her into some slut. Grace was in for a whole new experience though, Jack just wanted a nice fuck, a one night stand after which he likely never would see her again, and though it was largely still the same desire, now the man considered to go to an extreme with her, even though he considered that he might be fucking someones wife. Jack would try to push now, bit by bit to subdue her, and when she'd be at her lowest point, he'd make her a slave in his bed, and he wouldn't take a no, worst case, she really was married, and then she sure would not like her husband to know of this.
Thread: Hopeless Conviction. ( Me and kat )

Grace was pleased that her panting effected him so much. She didn't expect that it would. As the obedient wife that she was, she turned around on his command. Standing on all fours she leaned back a bit, to really present her well rounded backside to him. She was glad to hear that he was far from finished. That would have been a disappointment. A sigh of pleasure came from her, as he sank into her once again. She had to brace herself, and hold on to the metal bars at the head of the bed, not to fall over from the fastened pace. It newfound pace increased her panting, she soon found herself on the edge of an orgasm once again. The slap of his hand made her twitch, not so much the pain, but more the fact that he was taking advantage of her, of every part of her body. And she enjoyed it, something she hadn't thought she would do. Yeah.. I want it.. Oh I want it She panted as he thrusted himself to the bottom of her, time and time again.
Thread: Hopeless Conviction. ( Me and kat )

Yess, you do need it.. he groans as she had answered, grabbing her firmly by the hips once again to put his whole strength into fucking her hard, though Grace was taking her time, and though passion was driving jack on, he would need to take a breather soon. Gnnh ! .. God.. cum bitch ! .. he moaned behind her, alternating the pace now as suddenly he would exchange the quick fuck for a steady pace of long fast strokes, focusing on taunting her body so that he would tire her out a bit first, though occasionally to return to a quick pounding, if only a brief one. He would start to change the angle of his entry as much as he could though, his hips working from one side to the other to put her silken tunnel to work, exploring Grace's tunnel to find the button to turn this woman into a puddle of molten goo in his hands. Cum, your not.. getting a break.. till you..cum for me ! Jack insisted, though by now he could feel himself growing closer to another orgasm, he had wasted to much energy fucking her for his own pleasure, forcing her into a climax was going to be a bit tricky, but he would not allow her to think she could hide how much she needed this, that, or actually find himself outmatched by her as surely his girt would get a bit touchy about intimacy if not getting his five minutes.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Felicia Hardy was having a good day. She was in New York, easily in her top five favorite cities in the world, largely just because of how vibrant the city's culture was. Good night life, a bevy of wonderful restaurants, beautiful people going about their lives, always with an appreciation for beautiful things. This culminated, of course, in lots of high-priced goodies that she could sell on the black market, which always made her happy. And any day that included a security guard who was easily duped out of his security pass was a good one. It was brazen, even, how she approached the front door of the museum, clad in her sensuous black catsuit that accentuated her qualities quite nicely. She drew the security pass out of her top and slid it through, before going at the door with her lockpick. Mere moments later, the lasers went off from the security room, and she almost sashayed into the center of the room, humming a little tune to herself as she approached the antique ruby brooch that she was particularly interested in today. The glass came away easily with the liberal application of her claw, and she drew out the brooch, sliding a poorly made duplicate back in its place. It wasn't intended to fool, but rather just waylay suspicion briefly. Then she put the glass back, carefully rotating it to look nigh seamless. Well, that was that. She slid the brooch into the unzipped part of her catsuit, before turning around. It was time to jet, and with any luck, no red and blue spidery do-gooder would show up tonight. Funny how she was only half right this time.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Felicia would be taken by surprise when a voice came from above her. Surely your mother taught you not to take things that don't belong to you, right? Came a young man's voice. Suddenly a purplish void opened before her, and out of the void stepped the source of the voice. The lad was about twenty years old, at six foot, three inches. What was different was his garments. A black bodysuit covered his body, with streaks and zigzag patterns of red going across the suit, leading to a crimson Z on the chest. He wore a black mask that covered his eyes, with white eye coverings. He possessed flame red hair, and a handsome face. He gave a cocky smirk. Sorry, miss, but I'm gonna have to ask you to put that back... He said calmly. Oh, and before I forget, I'm Zero. Catalyst of Elements. He introduced himself.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Felicia rolled her eyes when she heard the voice of a young man... but it wasn't one that she recognized, once she had a moment to think about it. As a purple aura tore through the fabric of space, she actually found herself taking a step back as the young man stepped through it, wearing his black and red streaked suit. All the white-haired beauty did was perk an eyebrow at him as he made his introduction. If he was able to suddenly just materialize wherever, she had a sinking feeling that trying to just run away might not work. She could out maneuver some superheroes, but flight and teleportation just made the contest unfair. Hey, a girl's gotta eat, too, right? Besides, this little baby will find someone who will appreciate and care for her, instead of just shutting it into a glass box, she said, taking a step toward him. Isn't there anything I could do to convince a little cutie like yourself to let me go? She outright purred that question there wasn't much she wasn't willing to do to get out of a sticky situation... even if that meant getting into another one.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Zero's eyes widened, and he actually blushed. It would seem that this was his first time dealing with a criminalvillian of the opposite sex. N-no. I can't let you go. No matter what. He said, a red energy coalescing in his right palm. This energy contains the very element of fire. Surrender, miss. I don't want to hurt you. He urged, trying not to stare at this woman's gratuitous curves. She would be able to catch a split second of a stare.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Perhaps the most insidious curve on her just then was the slow spread of a smile on her face as the kid actually blushed at the advance she was making on him just then. Aw. And what is it that I've done that's so bad? she asked. Take a little trinket? Surely, that's not enough to throw someone away into the big house, she said, reaching out to try and set a hand gently upon his right forearm... if she was able to, she was suddenly up against him, her lips pulled together into a pout. With the zipper on her suit down to beneath her ample cleavage, her soft white breasts were plainly visible as they pressed up against his chest. ... you know, I saw what you were doing. Taking a quick look. It's okay, I won't tell anyone if you don't, she said, pushing herself up onto the tips of her toes, her breasts sliding against his chest, her painted red lips spreading from its sultry little pout into a grin.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Zero's blush only brightened as he suddenly felt himself between a wall and this sultry woman. I-It doesn't matter...stealing is wrong, no exceptions... He stammered out. His eyes flashed from hers to her abundant cleavage. He then felt her glorious breasts slide against his chest when she leaned up to him. He stammered again. N-No. I-I wasn't looking at anything! I swear! He protested. Felicia would find that he was totally innocent in interactions with the opposite sex. He tried to move to the right, to get out of her clutches, too flustered to realize he could just warp away.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

But look how strong you are. Shouldn't you be going after proper supervillains instead of a little ol' thief like myself? she asked. She stuck to him like glue, pressing a clawed hand against the wall as he tried to escape from her. It seemed as if this proposed game of cat and mouse had become distressingly literal, with her, of course, as the cat... Mm. You don't want any stealing, but you're okay with lying? Tsk, tsk, Mr. Hero, she said, pressing the palm of one clawed hand against his stomach, sliding down... doing so quickly, her soft, velvety gloved hand pressing at him through the suit he was wearing. A consequence of these kinds of suits was just how little they left to the imagination. Hardly a problem for someone like her, but for him... well...
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Zero froze when her arm blocked his escape. Okay fine, I'm sorry I stared. He apologized. Now please put it ba- He was cut of by a muffled groan escaping his lips when her hand pressed against his groin. Wh-what are you....d-doing? He asked feebly, his resolve to stop her now totally shattered. His innocence with women proved to be his undoing. Now he was firmly in the cat's claws. Quite literally.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Oh, no, you're not getting off that easy, she purred. Had this been any other time, she might have been laughing about how it had gone from him giving her a dressing down about stealing... to, well, her dressing him down in more than one way. She dug one clawed finger into his thigh, but not overly hard. Instead, she was using her gloves to cut a thin line upward, before her hand slipped into the hole she'd made in his suit. Why, just seeing what happened when you had a moment to look me over. You like what you saw? she asked. With her free hand, she was pulling down that zipper a little more... the brooch fell further into her catsuit as she shrugged it over her shoulders, her breasts plain and visible to his eyes now. Her soft white breasts were tipped with pink nipples that were suddenly squashed once again to his chest, as she gave his cock a squeeze through that hole she'd made. Because it certainly seems like it.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Zero gasped and protested once more, then blushed and tried to stop her from snaking her hand into the hole she created. But it seemed the woman's will was stronger. His eyes then widened, seeing her large rack jiggle free of the catsuit. Suddenly his chest was pressed against the fleshy mounds. He thought it couldn't get any more difficult for him. Until she squeezed him. A-Aagh! He cried out in pleasured agony. He twitched, his face heating up.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Aw, cat got your tongue? she asked, unable to resist the cliche. Her hand left his cock briefly as she ripped a yet larger hole in the fabric, pulling it away until a substantial flap was hanging off of his suit, giving her perfect access to him. Mm. That's okay, though. You can have some of mine, she said, slowly sliding down to her knees. She gathered her large breasts in her hand, pressing them firmly to the base of his shaft, surrounding his hardness in the pillowy softness of her tits. With that accomplished, she gently began to jack off his shaft as she leaned forward to press her lips to the head, fulfilling her little promise by giving the head a thorough bath with her wet, warm pink tongue, making his cock glisten for her.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Zero gasped in an insane amount of pleasure as she wrapped her tits around his manhood. He groaned, trying to buck his hips between her boobs. He then gasped when she began to bathe his dick, causing him to moan again. M-miss.,..I don't even know your name.... He managed to say before losing himself in the pleasurable agony of the situation.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

I don't even know yours, either. Not really . But you can call me Black Cat, she said, winking up at him. She dropped her breasts suddenly, wrapping her lips tight around the head of his cock before she began to lean forward. Inch after inch, he sank into her, until she was kissing the very base of his cock. One of her velvety hands came to cradle his balls as her tongue wrapped around his cock... and then it began, sucking hard on him from tip to base, sucking him down into her throat and milking him like there was no tomorrow.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Black....C-caaaaaat! Zero repeated her identity, right as she began sucking him off. He began to pant and sweat. oh my god. Oh my god. Ohhhhh Gooood! He groaned out, his hands holding the back of her head.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Hm? Yes? she asked as she pulled off of him entirely, giving him a devilish smile as she felt his cock twitching. She kept her hand under his balls, however, gently fondling them. Do you want me to let you cum, Mr. Hero? she asked sweetly, her free hand slowly rising up his shaft with a soft, featherlight touch.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Zero panted quickly. Yes. Please, Cat. Don't hang me out to dry. Let me finish! He begged, trying not to yell at her.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Well... maybe. But only if, I don't know... if you were to let me go. After all, I'm doing such a good job, right? she asked, giving the head of his cock a squeeze with that hand, slowly dragging off of him... agonizingly slow, even, before suddenly her hand was gone, and she was giving him a salacious little grin. She had him like putty in her hands.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Okay! Okay! I'll let you go! Zero cried out. Please! He begged.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

There's a good boy, she purred for him, pulling her mouth back from him and settling firmly on her knees. She settled her eyes firmly on his, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue before wrapping both hands around his length... she was merciless in jerking him off, not relenting until he came right into her waiting mouth.
Thread: Black Cats Aren't So Unlucky After All (Bass & Jamie)

Zero whimpered as she worked on him mercilessly., gasping when he finally came into her waiting mouth. He leaned back, panting heavily. He couldn't let himself get swayed anymore.
Thread: Looking for partner, craving fandoms. (MxF ONLY)

Hello! I am interested in a few of these. I rp nekos a lot, but I prefer not to rp nekos with the few im interested in. so yeah. interested in slenderman percy jackson and the olympians the sims 3 Im a good rper, I try to match posts, im pretty good with grammer but my phone may mess up on me. If my posts start to get pretty bad I will stop replying for a bit, too nap or get a fresh idea.
Thread: Into the West (Exalted - capricorner/Cold)

Shining like a jewel in the South-Western ocean is the great nation of An-Teng. A land rich in natural resources and blessed with great beauty, it was long ago humbled by the Dragon-Blooded. Now the Terrestrial Exalted see it as a sort of pleasure resort, an entire county of subdued servants hurrying to gratify their every wish. There are even relatively safe adventures to be enjoyed in the 'wild' parts of the country. Most businesses wouldn't even presume to charge one of the Dragons for their goods or services, choosing instead to send along a humble letter to the elders of household, requesting recompense. Ragara Corah Jor is dealing with such a letter right now. The daughter of the Satrap and an un-Exalted Tengense woman, she undoubtedly possesses beauty from both sides of her heritage. With skin darker than that of most from the Blessed Isle and the coal-black hair common to House Ragara, she presents a striking, exotic image. Her skin is flawless, appearing almost polished, and when at rest she becomes so still she might be mistaken for a statue. Such traits are a credit to her command and cultivation of the Essence of Earth. With her father traveling on business, it falls to her to manage the affairs of his household. Including the bill her younger sibling and his sworn brothers have racked up in the week he's been out 'enjoying the beauties of An-Teng'. With a sigh, she writes a missive authorizing the payment and seals the scroll with the mark of House Ragara. The hours tick away as she continues her work. A diplomat needs a particular phrase translated into Seatongue, work is progressing on a dam in the southern rivers, a group of heretics was rooted out for illegal worship of-- Corah jumps when a hand closes on her shoulder. One of her father's attendants bows humbly, informing her that the family's Exalted guest has arrived. With a nod, she rises from her seat, and hurries down to the entrance of the Manse to attend him.
Thread: Into the West (Exalted - capricorner/Cold)

Ragara Calel Gerron had always wanted to come to An-Teng. House Ragara had had its hand dipped into the wealth of this land for decades and as a model satrapy its reputation added to the House's. The stories of its opulence and its strange but wonderful culture only added to the allure. He waited patiently in the courtyard to the palace of the Satrap, looking about amiably. His entourage surrounded him, mortals mostly, with a few Exalted bodyguards. A cool breeze ran through the assembled, their cloaks and shawls rippling gently. It emanated from Gerron, a result of his puissant Essence, the object of years of intense meditation and hard work. Gerron stood with his hands folded behind his back, his white robes swaying with the winds he generated. His skin was a bluish-white and cool to the touch, like that of a man who had just showered. His grey hair and his silver eyes stood out even more, unnaturally shaded as they were. At a glance one could tell that here stood a Prince of the Earth and act accordingly. A servant of the estate approached and bowed deeply, almost folding at the waist. The Honourable Ragara Corah Jor is here to welcome you, Great Lord. Gerron smiled and walked forward as his Tengese cousin arrived. He beamed, opening his arms. Cousin Corah! He exclaimed. It has been a very long time. He raised his eyebrows appreciatively, looking her up and down. You have grown to be a beautiful woman, Cousin. He reached forward to clasp her hands with his. It is wonderful to see you again.
Thread: Into the West (Exalted - capricorner/Cold)

Corah takes the steps down to the courtyard of the Manse two at a time, slowing down before she reaches the lowest level so as to appear dignified. She's only met her distant cousin, Calel, once - during a brief visit to the Blessed Isle when she was younger. Considering that relationships between the Terrestrial Host and the Tengese do not happen - and since parading one's bastards around in front of one's wife's family on the Isle is not done - the visit was brief indeed. Thankfully, her Exaltation, and the fact that she shares an Aspect with both 'parents' mollified the woman somewhat and allowed her to be added officially to the House rolls. Nonetheless, she recognizes her cousin's distinctive silver eyes and hair immediately. Smiling and clasping his hands in return, she kisses both of his cheeks. Thank you, Calel. Your visit is both expected and welcome. She falls naturally into step beside him as servants guide them through the tastefully arranged rock gardens and into the manse. Your reputation as an investigator precedes you, cousin. My father heard about how you handled the incident with the Sesus debtors and was quite pleased. I hope I can hear the tale recounted personally. The undertone carried in her words is obvious. We must speak privately.
Thread: Into the West (Exalted - capricorner/Cold)

Gerron smiled and proceeded to give his arm to his cousin as they were led into the manse proper. For his bonhomie, he had met Corah precisely once before and that for a scant two days, when her father, the Satrap had taken her to the family estates in the Blessed Isle many years ago. He had been quite taken with her, he remembered. She had a natural brilliance that was eminently attractive. Her Exaltation had made her 'acceptable' in the eyes of the family and Gerron concurred heartily. Obviously, if the polished flush of her skin was any indication, the blood of Pasiap was strong in her. She was a worthy Ragara and that was all that mattered. He smiled at her, glancing at Corah through the corner of her eyes, when she brought up the Sesus affair. Yes, I hate to brag, but that was a fine effort on my part. He allowed. I would be happy to regale you with the details. He gestured at his retinue and barring a single Exalted guard, the rest dispersed, following other servants to quarters prepared for them. Lead on, cousin. He told Corah, his smile dimming slightly. I am eager to get reacquainted with you. His uncle had provided scant detail about the reason for his summons here, saying only that it was of great import. Gerron had studied the An-Teng situation before coming here and he had been mildly dismayed to find several founts of potential disruption to Realm rule. He had, perhaps foolishly, imagined that the Tengese were free of the problems that was sweeping satrapies across the Threshold. He had been wrong.