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Thread: The Leather Rose [ Saria and Cathouse ]

Devon did exactly as he was told, going down the steps docilely,nervous, hell, outright scared, to be honest, but still hoping this was Orien in which case it was also very exciting. Almost losing his balance when he was shoved into the room, Devon tripped forward a few steps and sprawled across the mattress which finally tripped him up. Orien? he asked softly, daring to glance over and seeing who it was with considerable relief, though he was still wondering what in all HELL he had gotten himself into, and hoping he had not bit off more than he could handle....
Thread: The Leather Rose [ Saria and Cathouse ]

Calling for your boyfriend? Orien asked with a smirk, flipping the blade between his fingers as he stalked closer, circling the mattress like a wolf circling its prey. Tsk, tsk, too bad no one is going to come help you no matter how loud you scream. He licked his lips and lunged towards Devon, clamping a hand to his neck and tapping the blade against Devon's chest as he looked him over. Let's see what you look like beneath all these clothes, shall we? he asked almost amicably, giving a squeeze to Devon's neck. Remove them or I cut them off. He rocked back onto his heels, dragging the blade down Devon's chest and over his groin before standing and slowly backing towards the wall to find some rope, keeping the blade pointed towards Devon.
Thread: The Leather Rose [ Saria and Cathouse ]

Devon was entirely preferring to remove his clothes, and even doing it slowly, making a bit of a show of stripping, just so long as they did not get cut up. First he took off the tee, revealing a slender but nicely toned torso and tiny rings piercing his nipples. Next, he toed off the ankle boots, and then the jeans, showing off boxerbriefs black which demonstrated him standing fully at attention he bent over to take off the socks, then last the shorts, his 6 cock was hard already. He looked back up at Orien, biting his lip, and blushing, because he had never ever done this before.. he was no virgin, but never had he done anything this kinky, not even close. Please don't hurt me.. he repeated, eyes on the knife...
Thread: The Leather Rose [ Saria and Cathouse ]

Orien watched appreciatively as Devon stripped, fingers closing around a thin black rope as his eyes flicked to the nipple rings. Oh, those would be fun. He flicked the rope and let his eyes travel down further, smirking as he saw how much Devon was enjoying this and they hadn't even started. Once he was tied up, he might have a change of heart, but he hoped he could make reality as good as the fantasy for him. Hurt you? he purred, licking his lips as he moved closer. If you're a good boy, I might let you enjoy yourself. He dragged the tip of the knife against Devon's bare chest, slipping it through one of his nipple rings and giving a sharp tug. Turn around, hands behind your back, he ordered, waiting until Devon turned before putting the blade between his teeth and setting to work winding the rope around his arms from his biceps down to his wrists, keeping it snug though loose enough not to cause any severe damage in the next hour or so. There we go... he said with a soft purr, flicking the blade against Devon's ass. Should I brand you with my name, or just my initials in this sweet ass?
Thread: The Leather Rose [ Saria and Cathouse ]

OOC Sorry for the lack of response yesterday, I was sick and in bed. Devon stood perfectly still while he was being tied up, and when Orien asked him if he wanted to be branded, he gasped, Please don't! while wriggling a little as if to escape. He was terribly excited at the thought, but afraid, too, afraid it might hurt more than he could handle. Aware that the wriggling is only pushing his ass more against the blade, he stops, trying to look over his shoulder at the other man. Not being able to really see what was going on, what was going to happen next, was both thrilling and terribly frustrating, and scary Devon was aware suddenly of his heart already pounding, and his breaths coming in short shallow gasps as he reacted to the fear and the thrill of it.
Thread: The Leather Rose [ Saria and Cathouse ]

Orien laughed with a coldness to his voice and gripped Devon's hair again, jerking his head back as he kicked the back of his leg, forcing him to his knees on the mattress. That wasn't an answer, he purred, shifting and poising the tip of the blade over Devon's left ass a moment before drawing a large O in the flesh. It wasn't much more than a scratch, tiny wells of blood rising up in a broken pattern, though shallow enough it would heal in a few days. He hummed softly as he admired his work, glancing at Devon and waiting a moment to see if he'd decided he was in over his head. No worries, feel better
Thread: The Leather Rose [ Saria and Cathouse ]

Devon gasped and made a little strangled sound as the knife scratched through his skin, and he shuddered all over with a delicious frisson of fear and pain, not moving at all on the mattress and whimpering softly now though surely Orien could hear it, but he wasn't using his 'stop' word, either. He tried to glance over his shoulder again, and the profile of his face showed both pain and desire as he caught sight of Orien in his peripheral vision. Please ... he whispered, though please what was left to the imagination....
Thread: The Leather Rose [ Saria and Cathouse ]

Orien purred and curled his fingers tighter in Devon's hair to try and coax more whimpers out of him. Oh, I'll please alright, he said with a soft laugh, tongueing Devon's earlobe before biting down hard enough to leave imprints of his teeth. He shoved Devon forward, planting his hand on his back to press him down as he tapped the blade against the other cheek. This time he drew a B, pressing hard enough to slice the flesh, keeping the marks precise and clean, drawing blood, but it would clot and heal, likely without leaving a scar. He slid the blade down further, nicking the flesh along the inside of his thighs with the same shallow cuts, inching his way up until he tapped it against Devon's balls with a thoughtful hum as if considering doing the same or worse to them.
Thread: The Leather Rose [ Saria and Cathouse ]

Devon loves the hand in his hair, and does make more of his little soft whimpering noises, and he yelps and gasps when his earlobe is bitten, and shivers all over, and he yelps again when the blade scratches deeper this time as Orien draws that 'B' on his other ass cheek, almost a little scream. ow ow fuck ow.. he says, wriggling again now as if trying to escape the hand in his hair and the cuts on his ass and his thighs, making the same yelps of pain as he had before...of course writhing around only makes it worse as well as trapping his cock between himself and the mattress, which makes him moan on top of it, until he feels the knife on his balls, and then he says, Seriously, please don't! prepared to use the stop word if he has to, because that is going further than he's willing to go.
Thread: The Leather Rose [ Saria and Cathouse ]

Orien smirked faintly and drew the knife away, standing smoothly and retreating to the wall of toys, fingers trailing over the whips and crops, pausing on one that had a few pieces of dull metal tied into them. They weren't quite sharp enough to cut without a good force behind it, but they'd sting like hell. He tossed the knife into a bucket and picked up the whip, giving it a flick and enjoying the crack the thin leather strips made in the air. He flicked it again as he stepped back to Devon, the tips and metal striking the flesh of his ass and thighs.
Thread: Looking for a few partners for a few roleplays

Roleplay 4 crave Hansel and gretel meet katalina the witch Based off the movie hansel and gretelwitch hunters Hansel and gretel go after a witch whos good but bad in one way. Gretel is lost and hansel is taken as a hostage. Finding how hot she is and how flirty she is, he decides to stay, falling in love with her and she being good, doesnt let him have sex with her, hansel then rapes her. Roleplay 5 crave Wolf x little red riding hood could be feral or furry wolf Little red and the wolf are back but shes older and wanting to try new things, hes in need of her teenage body.
Thread: Looking for a few partners for a few roleplays

Post here or PM you? Because I am interested in roleplay number 3.
Thread: Looking for a few partners for a few roleplays

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Thread: Looking for a few partners for a few roleplays

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Thread: Shattered Soul (kuro_bara x Alenaeon)

Remwald panted heavily as he appeared within the tomb where his phylactery had been located. He was nothing but a walking pile of bones, the light behind his eyes even had been dulled, his bones were heavily cracked, his skull was missing fragments. He growled as he looked around the tomb, opening graves, smashing the bodies and generally desecrating the place. It isn't here?! Where is it?! He takes a deep breath, and then goes through the possibilities. Evidently these people have found a way to affect it, not enough to completely remove his soul but they have influenced it. Magical influences must be getting stronger, but for the moment, he needed a disguise, sadly he doubted that the traditional robes of a summoner would avoid drawing attention. He cracked the door open, peering out, noting that it was daytime, he'd need to wait before he could move. As time passed, he sat on the ground of the tomb and meditated. It wasn't a very important grave, and that was the point. It shouldn't have drawn attention. Somehow it had. As soon as he noticed darkness had overtaken the city, he sneaked out of the tomb, leaving for a factory which seemed to be radiating strongly with magic from it's smokestacks. On the inside, the conveyor belt produced simple parts for ovens, with a few workers lazily making sure nothing stood out, or reaching in to fix an out of place gear. Remwald hid behind the machinery, moving quickly, and heading to one of the producers. Using his fingers, he peeled the metal back and grabbed a ghost stone, stealing the energy from the material to fuel his magic. His bones fused back together, new material formed to replace that over his skull, and his eyes were set aglow with a malevolent gaze. He cracked his neck and stood up straighter. Remwald Librod is back! And ready to kill! He dashed to a worker, his sharpened claw going through the man's neck, a piece of metal thrown towards another. The other two workers in the room dashed for the exits, but he ran after them, tackling one before he threw his hand at the other, aiming for the heart. He sighed happily and headed for the tomb, resting for the night under a grave, with the light hidden giving him the appearance of a normal corpse.
Thread: Shattered Soul (kuro_bara x Alenaeon)

Very, very slowly Elizabeth began to wake. Light from outside was pressing painfully against her eye lids. With a groan she cracked one eye and looked blearily at the clock on the wall. The time indicated it was almost supper time...her sleep fogged brain tried to understand the situation. It couldn't possibly be supper time, she hadn't returned home from the lab until after dark. Sitting bolt up, panic overriding sense, she scrambled to check the date on the auto-calendar beneath the clock. The sudden movement made her stomach lurch violently, so she forced herself to lay back on the bed and take deep, calming breaths. A whole day had passed since she had injected the fluid into her body. Other then feeling like she had the worst hangover of her entire life, she felt relatively well. Her face scrunched in concentration. She felt a strange pressure, like a small headache, behind her eyes. Chalking it up as after affects of the experiment she slid of the bed and staggered into the bathroom to shower. The lab would be wondering what happened to her. Elizabeth decided the best option was to get cleaned up, head to the lab and make some notes about the reaction and promptly return home for more rest. After a long, hot shower. She through on a plain black dress and her favourite long coat before heading out into the dim, foggy streets of London. People were standing on the corners whispering behind their hands about the most recent bit of gossip. She caught the word factory, murder...massacre. Fear crept up her spine and she picked up the pace, heading towards the Dirigible labs. The pressure behind her eyes grew stronger with each step and an overwhelming sense of need washed over her. A need to be complete. Stopping mid stride, a man ran into her and muttered a curse before storming away. What a bizarre feeling... She thought to herself, her green eyes wide. Elizabeth focused on the feeling and realized with a jolt of surprise, the feeling pointed her in a specific direction. Taking a few steps away from the direction made the pain worsen. Taking steps towards it made the pain lessen. A part of her rational mind told her to ignore it, that she would be foolish to go wandering off because of an unexplainable feeling. Eventually curiosity won out over preservation and she abandoned her trek to the labs to go find the source of her strange feeling.
Thread: Shattered Soul (kuro_bara x Alenaeon)

How odd, he felt like he was being tugged towards something heading for his tomb. No, he couldn't face whatever it was that had found his phylactery. He dashed for the door, cracking it open slightly. This was less then optimal, but he had to do it. He bolted out the cracked door, sprinting to a nearby building. He dug in to climb up, and dash across the roof. A few people had noticed him in this endeavor, quite possibly Elizabeth but his intent was to get away. Remwald leaped across the roof attempting to hit another. He missed, sliding down the wall. A cracked rib, dulled fingers, and a very annoyed attitude was all that he had gained. He skulked out of the side street he had fallen into, dashing from shadow to shadow. He made it a few blocks away before he decided that he needed a disguise. He grabbed a ragged hobo off of the streets, his clothing patchwork and torn but it was heavy enough that it would cover almost all of his body and make it harder to identify him at a glance. Hastily putting the clothes on, he burns the energy from the dead man's soul. He hated to do that, damning someone to ceasing to exist but desperate times called for desperate measures. Skin started to form over his bones, the facial skin flapping slightly as there was no muscle beneath it, but that was all he could afford to do. He decided that he needed to obtain a base of operations, that required money, money required theft. He spent the night stealing from individuals that happened to come across the slums he had wandered into into, moving slowly away from the pull he had felt, stealing money and technology to help build up the consistency of his body.
Thread: Shattered Soul (kuro_bara x Alenaeon)

Elizabeth stamped a foot in frustration and pushed her wavy, dark hair away from her face. It was nearing 2am and no matter how hard she tracked the annoying pull in her mind, it continually evaded her. The closest she had managed to get was when she had neared a decrepit looking old building. Something had burst through the door and disappeared into the shadows of the tall buildings nearby. She had a wicked migraine pounding inside her skull and all she wanted to do was sleep but instead she doggedly pursued whatever it was. Pulling a folded bill from her coat pocket she approached one of the many vendors that sold food and drink through the night. London was a city constantly in motion. The factories and machines in the city always needed to be running and maintained so folks were always out and about at all hours of the night and day. Purchasing the darkest, bitterest coffee she could stand, she wandered over to a bench and slid onto it with a grateful sigh. Sipping the steaming liquid she closed her eyes and let it warm her up. Early morning or late night however you looked at it had a peculiar and eerie feel to it. No matter the time of year it always seemed to instill a chill in the body but that could just be the weariness weighing her down. The air was still and quiet and despite the odd figure trudging their way to or from work the night seemed strangely calm. As she pondered what to do next and odd sensation stole over her. Her eyes snapped open, with a surge of fear she realized her headache was completely gone and that could only mean one thing.
Thread: Shattered Soul (kuro_bara x Alenaeon)

He fought as hard as he could, he tried his best but in the end he couldn't constantly avoid her. He had managed to pick off a few devices and a bit of money, but it was far from enough. His body had much more consistency though, now he could reasonably pass for a human on close inspection. He approached the unknown woman, yes, this was the one. It had to be, she was one of the few. He flexed his hands a bit as he approached her, cautiously and calmly lest she be much more of a powerful magic user then he had expected. You have stolen something valuable from me. I demand it back woman, or else there will be consequences. He placed his hands in the pockets of the rags, it was a largely empty threat, but it was all that he had at the moment, hoping she knew what he was talking about. His eyes staring her down with barely hidden murderous intent.
Thread: Shattered Soul (kuro_bara x Alenaeon)

Elizabeth stared at the approaching man warily. Like a cat facing a large dog, almost. She very slowly rose to her feet to look at him. He appeared to be the average bedraggled citizen of Lower London but she knew with absolute certainty that he was not human. Why she knew this, Elizabeth couldn't even begin to fathom. I don't know what you are talking about. Elizabeth answered, her voice was surprisingly soft with a musical lilt to it. Her emerald eyes were reflecting the dim light of the street lamps, though she did not realize it. It made her look even more cat like in the early morning mist. With her headache gone she could more clearly assess the situation. Running over events since the time she injected the serum she could come to only one conclusion. He must be looking for the black stone... She thought to herself, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. For some reason she had the distinct impression that he was the very thing she had been stalking all night. Why did you run from me? She inquired, trying to change the topic abruptly.
Thread: Shattered Soul (kuro_bara x Alenaeon)

He frowns, he hadn't a clue how powerful she was. Only that she had part of his soul, obliterating her would be bad. Thinly veiled threats may work. Yes, well, I assume you have heard of my work in the factory by now, I would hate for such a fate to befall you. As for running, a matter of practicality, now give me. My. Soul! I am not fond of petty mortals stealing that which they hold absolutely no right too! He stamped his foot as if to accentuate his point. His gaze hardened on her when a wicked idea came to him. He smiled menacingly as he let his magically created face slowly fade away revealing his skull, complete with the piercing red pin pricks. I don't know why you thought it proper to anger me but now is certainly not the time!
Thread: Shattered Soul (kuro_bara x Alenaeon)

Elizabeth let out a cry of surprise when his face changed into a grotesque skull with glowing eyes. Stumbling back she tripped over the bench and landed roughly on her bottom, her back pressed against the cold slats of the metal bench. What are you?! She shouted, instinctively drawing away from him. Stay away from me! Her logical mind fled in the face of fear and all she could think about was getting away from him. Sliding down the length of the bench she jumped to her feet and turned to flee. Part of her mind resisted the action and even as she put one foot forward the rest of her body locked in place. Her mouth dropped open in surprise. She found she could easily move towards him but not away from him more then a few feet. What did you do me? She whispered glaring at the creature before her.
Thread: Shattered Soul (kuro_bara x Alenaeon)

Why, I have done absolutely nothing. It has all been your own natural reaction. Thief! Perhaps you should not meddle in the affairs of those more powerful then you if there is a next time. Now, you will answer my questions and I may deem it necessary to answer yours. Human. He said the word with more disdain then the average man would for a child molester. He calmly sat down on the park bench and waited for her to react, his eyes focusing on her intently. He leaned back into the bench as he relaxed, enjoying the feeling he had known so well. Control, complete and utter control. Manipulating humans was so easy, and why wouldn't he do it? They shunned him for years, scorned him, all because of what he was. All because he had no control of it, so it was enjoyable to torment them back. He would kill this woman, she had stolen from him, but he needed to prevent any further damage to his soul so he would tolerate her pathetic presence for the moment. He turned his head to face her, waiting for a response, calmly meditating internally to help speed up the regaining of his mana. He would never be as powerful as he once was, that much was sure, curse that damnable demon but he could at least see how far he got before he reached his new limits.
Thread: Shattered Soul (kuro_bara x Alenaeon)

Elizabeth's mind raced, trying desperately to puzzle out what in the name of God he was talking about. I you are talking about that stupid black rock you can have it. She stated a touch venomously. I don't have it with me though, its at my lab. She added crossing her arms and taking a defensive posture. I don't see what's so special about... She muttered almost to herself. The serum I made it from it caused me nothing but problems. Elizabeth said glaring at him, she rather abruptly decided it must be his fault that she was feeling so strangely. The onyx stone probably contained some sort of hallucinogen, that explained all the strange things she was seeing. She walked forwards and jabbed him in the chest with a finger. And who do you think you are calling me a thief! I didn't steal anything, I discovered a unique stone and decided to study it. She was on a rant now, her hair bristling with anger. I don't think you are powerful at all I think you are just some intoxicated homeless man and I am clearly loosing my find because of that injection. I am going home and going to sleep and you will disappear in the morning. This was all said very rapidly and in an increasingly louder tone until at the end she was almost shouting into his face. Turning on her heel and ignoring the resistance with all her might she started walking towards her apartment. Good day sir. She called storming away. It didn't take long before the ache returned behind her eyes. Gripping her head she took a few more steps before she had to stop and catch her breath. For some reason her brief exposure to him and increased the desire to seek him out, and as a result increased her bodies response to NOT being near him. The pain was so severe her vision seemed to dim and her skull felt like it might crack open at the slightest touch. Groaning she braced herself against a wall and fought to remain standing.