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Thread: A Whole New Cyborg//Captain Levi & Velociraptor-Noise

Genos was actually propositioning him for sex? Did he think that engaging in such activities would somehow enhance his strength or understanding of human beings or was there some other personal motive for his sudden curiosity? Whatever Genos' purpose was for all this was beyond Saitama's comprehension but it certainly struck his curiosity in some odd way, too. Genos was right. Saitama was a virgin and while his libido had plummeted with his general ambition towards life, discussing it certainly reignited the spark that he naturally needed to have as a normally functioning male. Talking about having sex with Genos was worlds outside of his comfort zone, though. Genos was a male cyborg, after all, and while his disciple was clearly unhindered by that biological discrepancy, Saitama was having a pivotal moment of questioning his sexuality. He was curious , but that didn't necessarily mean he was gay , did it? So... you want to pleasure me, is that it, Genos? he asked bluntly this time. Was that really all Genos had wanted? I guess... I guess we can try. I've never had sex with a robot! was... probably not what he had meant to say. What he had meant to say was that he hadn't had sex, ever, but he was, crazily enough, willing to experiment.
Thread: A Whole New Cyborg//Captain Levi & Velociraptor-Noise

Truly, Sensei? At Saitama's words Genos lit up, both literally and figuratively. His face had a wide, guileless, genuine smile, his eyes bright and the dark chrome steel of his arms which had been untouched by the updates whirred slightly and glowed faintly with the usual orange colors. He'd had no idea how Saitama would actually receive his proposal. True, he was aware that based on the usual behavior of average humans in similar scenarios, offers of sexual congress were generally positive between two people in a close domestic situation. But he knew better, perhaps than anyone, how extraordinary his teacher was in seemingly random manners and habits. The slight confusion and reticence with which Saitama eventually came around to accept was completely pushed aside thanks to his excitement at the general confirmation. Excitement that was, thanks to his recent acquisitions, manifesting both mentally and physically. He moved in a blink to the other side of the table, vaulting clear over it to sit in front of Saitama. I did quite a bit of research on the subject Sensei.
Thread: A Whole New Cyborg//Captain Levi & Velociraptor-Noise

Genos was far too eager for this than Saitama had initially thought. He wondered if the cyborg fully comprehended the lewd nature of the act he had propositioned Saitama for, and if extended the opportunity, would have done this with anybody else. Genos wasn't exactly the social type, after all, so it left Saitama pondering if he was Genos' option because he was the only option in the other male's limited network of people. He was still confused of the nature of which this conversation came about even if Genos was way ahead of him at this point. Blinking, Saitama pulled a flabbergasted expression when Genos announced that he had done some research prior to this. You... did? he asked, his body naturally scooting back a few inches from the cyborg. What kind of lascivious information had Genos recovered for him to be this excited about having sex... in the middle of breakfast! Now that Genos was in close proximity, his gaze naturally fell to the other male's lap where some things hadn't been there before, and now it supposedly was. Genos... did Doctor Kuseno turn you into a giant sex toy or something? he finished the rest of his miso soup regardless of how fast this conversation was steering towards the inevitable. You're really excited.
Thread: A Whole New Cyborg//Captain Levi & Velociraptor-Noise

Of course he was eager. He may have skipped over his exact reasoning in his basic explanation to Saitama, but in Genos's point of view this had been a rather long time coming. He'd been enamored of his teacher in one manner or another nearly since their meeting. Odd, maybe, considering that within almost moments of meeting Genos's cybernetic pieces were strewn about in bits and Saitama had turned his would-be assailant into a fine mist of bloody spray to paint the nearest building... But that was rather the sort of thing that quickly became the norm for them. That initial awe had shifted seamlessly into something that Genos had begun to understand less and less until he was at the limits of both natural and mechanical understanding. Which had led to much confusion and a good deal of research. Which had finally led a realization that was, all things considered, not terribly surprising. More like a natural progression than anything earth shattering. What had been of much more concern to Genos was the fact that, with this new perspective on his own feelings, he'd finally found something that he couldn't do with his cybernetic body. At least the doctor had come to the rescue in the end... But it had taken a good deal longer than he'd wanted. Genos blinked, his eyes still fixed on his teacher. Not specifically. The new specifications explained by Doctor Kuseno seem to be standard. Would you have prefered something more extreme, like a giant sex toy Sensei? The doctor could likely arrange something to that effect.
Thread: A Whole New Cyborg//Captain Levi & Velociraptor-Noise

If Saitama hadn't half-expected Genos to be this blunt, he would have spat his last mouthful of rice, this time on Genos. No! he exclaimed in embarrassment. The tips of his ears had already turned a bright pink at this point and there was no mistaking the fact that the blush was slowly creeping inwards and over the apples of his cheeks. Don't take everything I say so seriously! Saitama was beyond flustered at this point. But with the wave of shame that struck for even considering Genos' proposition came a growing, nagging curiosity. If Genos had remodeled himself just to satisfy Saitama, and Saitama specifically, did that mean Genos had... lady parts? Or had Saitama's sexual preference for women gone completely ignored? Genos, do you... he asked cautiously, although his hand had somehow taken the initiative to reach forward and touch the cyborg's crotch, expecting a hunk of metal where his palm lay. But it was soft and warm. That was definitely a dick he was feeling but why was Saitama... okay with that? I'm not letting you put anything in me , he reminded the cyborg, feeling an unfamiliar warmth pool low in his gut. He was starting to feel the effects of being sexually deprived for so long. Genos... and he initially leaned his head towards Genos' neck and saw metal parts, thinking it wouldn't do much for him to kiss him there. Well, that was awkward. He lifted his head just a bit, pressing his lips to Genos' surprisingly soft lips, his weight slowly but surely leaning over his disciple's.
Thread: A Whole New Cyborg//Captain Levi & Velociraptor-Noise

Unsure of what his teacher had been about to ask him, but keen to answer if possible, Genos had been waiting for him to finish. When instead Saitama had wordlessly brushed his hand against his pants and the newly-capable hardware there, he'd made an automatic little noise of response. Before he had even processed it completely. Such a small thing and now it was nearly all he could think about. This wasn't a weakness that he'd considered initially of his new, more-human updates, but he didn't find himself terribly concerned at the moment. Of course Sensei. At least his voice was mostly even when he did respond to Saitama's later comment. What he'd found in his research, once he'd narrowed down the focus of his inquiries, seemed to suggest it was much more common for the younger, less-experienced and usually comparatively weaker of two men to take the receptive role. Applied to the two of them, the trend seemed to be perfectly sensible. But beyond that, Genos would have done whatever it was what Saitama desired. Probably regardless. Especially now. I'm happy to.. And then Saitama had kissed him and Genos was quite sure that his brain might have suffered some manner of reboot. He went immediately tense before he realized what was happening and how truly nice an experience it was. He reached up, grasping Saitama's shoulders and kissing him back. His lips had been relatively untouched by updates, but the mouth behind them had been thoroughly overhauled - hence the incident with the miso. They were soft, moist and thanks to Genos's exhaustive self-education, not entirely useless. He was an eager participant even while he followed Saitama's ques and let his teacher loom over him.
Thread: [Sub F Still Wanted] She Leaves her Husband for my Guy's Huge Cock

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Thread: [Sub F Still Wanted] She Leaves her Husband for my Guy's Huge Cock

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Thread: [Sub F Still Wanted] She Leaves her Husband for my Guy's Huge Cock

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Thread: [Sub F Still Wanted] She Leaves her Husband for my Guy's Huge Cock

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Thread: [Sub F Still Wanted] She Leaves her Husband for my Guy's Huge Cock

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Thread: [Sub F Still Wanted] She Leaves her Husband for my Guy's Huge Cock

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Thread: Piratess of the Carribean Wolvenrogue and Nightsorceress

Captain John Rodgers and his band of mercenaries were the most feared bounty hunters in the bermuda triangle. They had a former US warship the Palisades which they had fitted especially for ship hunting, and crew made up of some of the most ruthless men ever to take to sea. It was the height of the shipping season, and Captain Rodgers had his sights set on finding the Black Widow, and sending her entire crew and Captain to Boston to face the gallows. The price on Captain Black's head was the highest he had ever heard of at 100,000 gold pieces. He was committed to bringing that price as well as the Black widow into his coffers. The ship was a thing of legend and he wanted it for his own.
Thread: Piratess of the Carribean Wolvenrogue and Nightsorceress

The black widow and her crew had just made port on a small island. The crew was busy unloading their goods they had taken from a ship about 2 days ago. Once the crew sold their goods they would take their riches and enjoy themselves for a day before the captain ordered them back to the ship. As the crew played the captain left the ship in search of a contact that has helped in the past to point out their next target. The captain was dressed all in black. Every fetus the captain was hidden. The captain knew there was a bounty and this was the best way to hide when the captain left the ship.
Thread: Piratess of the Carribean Wolvenrogue and Nightsorceress

Even though he was paid by the US Navy in the form of bounties, Captain Rodgers was much more at home with the pirates whom he took to Boston Naval Yard in irons. He'd only seen his current adversary once, and then at a great distance. Captain Black was a mysterious character and aptly named. Always dressed in black, and with Rich Long Black locks that fell across the shoulders, the Captain was both iconic and unrecognizable. Black was known to be nimble and athletic, an expert with a rapier, and able to throw a knife with deadly accuracy at more than 30 yards. Rodgers regretted that he was wanted alive, because it would have given him great satisfaction to be the man that dispatched the Captain. Hearing that the Black Widow was in port in Barbados, Rodgers took the Palisades there that same day, with every intention of confronting and conquering Black.
Thread: Piratess of the Carribean Wolvenrogue and Nightsorceress

He captain was about meet with the contact when the black widow approached advising palisades had made port on the island. The captain knew that this was no place for a fight so the captain ordered to get the ship and Amy of the cre he could off the island. The captain knew this was going to be a fight and one that would not be won here. The captain also knew that the whole crew of the palisades would be off the ship it would allow the black widow to leave port, with the captain.
Thread: Piratess of the Carribean Wolvenrogue and Nightsorceress

Captain Rodgers was at a table in the Mullet's Gullet the favorite tavern for seafaring men when they came to shore. The women their were baudy and disposed to share a favor for a coin or several drinks. For the Captain it was an opportunity to relax and put the hurt on a bottle or sometimes two of the house rum. He was half way through the first when he heard the news that the widow had made a touch and go landing in the port. He knew what that meant they had picked up Captain Black and were leaving port in a hurry. He cancelled leave for the men and sent them scurrying back to the ship for what would be a quick departure. He had no intention of letting the Widow escape. As the Palisades cast off line he could see the familiar silhouette of the widow crossing the harbor mouth and heading to sea. He ordered a single shot fired at her though he knew it would fall short. He wanted the Widow to know his intentions as he left port under full sail as the sun set.
Thread: Dom seeking RP with sub

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Thread: Dom seeking RP with sub

atucan said I am looking to start a roleplay with Mf pairings that involve plenty of BDSM, moderate non-con and gangbang elements. Your character is a college freshman who meets an upperclassman. He's a rich, attractive guy in a respectible business frat. She's naive and falls for him right away. She doesn't realize he has sexual prowess far beyond his age. I see this story moving in the direction of her eventually consenting to becoming his sub. He pushes her further and further, perhaps to the point of her becoming the frat fuck toy. I am very interested in working with a dedicated partner to make this mutually satisfying. Click to expand... Hi... i would be interested in your roleplay with a few adjustments. I like being a naive young woman with very limited sexual experience, but with your advanced sexual appetite and imagination, you dream of finding such a prize. You immediately begin to sense her submissive nature and start to take advantage, testing her at each step. Eventually falling totally in love with you she agrees to try new and ever more increased Ds activities. We can work on details , but you eventually control her and have her doing anything you want. I prefer slow and involved details working toward her total slavery. I can be dedicated in my participation and appreciate heavy and kinky BDSM. PM me and we can play on YIM if you like.
Thread: Into the Dragon's Lair (Chiaroscuro x 501st)

One of the many hazards of being a wandering knight was the occasional village in dire need of help from someone with a strong arm and a sharp weapon. Useful for picking up Gil and contacts, certainly, but it didn't help when one was on a mission. This particular village was no different something had been making off with the livestock, and that was no small feat considering that not a fence post or lock was out of place, nor were there any tracks. It was as if something were simply grabbing the sheep out of the field and flying off with them. Clearly not the work of any ordinary thief, at least, and the situation was growing quite dire. So, that was why they chose to appeal to the wandering Burmecian and not their feudal lord who didn't have the forces for this kind of thing anyway. Ultimately, it wasn't that hard to track down the mutton-loving creature. There were only so many places a being like that could hide within a single night's flying distance of the village. And that led to the neighboring mountain peak, separated by a dangerous trek through a Mist-infested valley. A series of tunnels riddled the mountain, many of them climbing high enough that the Mist finally fell away in favor of clean air. And this would be where the trail started, one made up of scattered bones gnawed clean by dagger-like teeth. The trail eventually led to a large chamber, and the source of all the trouble a dragon, still a young one judging by the fact that he was 'merely' the size of a cart horse. His scales were still bright and garishly red, not the duller hue of an adult, but his lion-like build suggested he was by no means a child. He was curled up in a rather cat-like ball atop a pile of bones and old blankets, but his head rose as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. His pupils narrowed into cat-like slits as his tail thrashed, clearly unhappy with whoever dared to invade his territory.
Thread: Into the Dragon's Lair (Chiaroscuro x 501st)

There had been no signs of entry by any beasts. No telltale slime trails of the flans, no scorched fenceposts that were the signs of the bombs. There were not even any stray hairs or anything of that nature left behind, only the occasional clump of wool. No signs... but to Freya Crescent that had been sign enough. After all, no one knew dragons better than she. She'd taken their contract -- as much a matter of money as it was the pride of a knight -- and set off through the valley. She tried a couple of places, determining just what type of dragon it was. Not underground, so not one of the bronzed earth dragons. Not behind a waterfall, and therefore not one of the slippery water dragons. Up in a mountain however... Clawed feet scrabbled against rock as Freya took another route into the mountain. Up and up she clambered, leaping with powerful legs from jagged precipice to rocky protrusion. And there she found it, a hole down into the cave. Dragons tended to watch the landborne entrance, not the airborne one. Freya dropped, landing near silently not far away. Well, it WOULD have been silent had she not crushed a skull under her foot on the way down. She drew her spear, and wordlessly leapt at the dragon, aiming to end this in one slash. The dragons never had any good comebacks anyway.
Thread: Into the Dragon's Lair (Chiaroscuro x 501st)

With a growl of irritation, the dragon hooked his tail in one of the blankets and launched it at Freya as she sailed through the air. By the time she'd disentangled herself the dragon was already on the other side of the room and halfway up the wall of the chamber, his claws buried deep in the solid stone. The dragon let out a low, threatening hiss, his lips pulled back to reveal razor-sharp teeth. That's very rude, you know, he said in a voice that was low and raspy. I thought knights were supposed to have manners. He didn't give her much time to marvel at the sight of a dragon that could speak. As he glared at her from his perch on the wall his eyes began to glow with a warm light like that of an old glass lamp. She could feel something burrowing into her mind, something alien and powerful. It was oddly soothing, somehow, as if her brain was being swallowed by a numbing fog. Now then, the dragon said, voice a malevolent purr. Why don't you put that spear down and we can talk? Ordinarily, that would have been a foolish request...but now? Maybe it wasn't that unreasonable. Surely there'd be no harm in it?
Thread: Into the Dragon's Lair (Chiaroscuro x 501st)

Freya cut through the blanket -- or most of it anyway. She landed in a crouch and tore the rags away from her face. Powerful calves tensed up and she held herself in a powerful crouch, ready to leap at a moment's notice. This was a smaller dragon than she had expected, which meant it would be even faster than usual. But that was fine -- dragon knights like her were always faster. They had to be. ... you can speak? Freya asked. But it had to be a trick of some sort. A mage, perhaps, speaking from a distance. The coiled tension in her calves released themselves as she bounded toward him, drawing energy to her lance. She might have called to the Dragon's Crest, a power that would have obliterated this dragon given the number of dragons she had felled in her life since the fall of Burmecia, but-- ... but... She fell out of her jump midway, hitting the ground in a tangle of armor and spear. ... say your piece, dragon, Freya gritted out. Perhaps she was just interested in the fact that he was a TALKING dragon. That was impossible at the most, and rare at the least. She could always destroy him later. Yeah. That had to be it.
Thread: Into the Dragon's Lair (Chiaroscuro x 501st)

Quite rude, the dragon replied, as if vaguely disappointed in her somehow, though inwardly he was quite elated that it seemed to be working. He could tell that she was something more than the rural simpletons he normally dealt with, and the fact that he was able to stay her blade with his mind alone made him quite proud. Perhaps he'd get out of this with his hide intact after all. Perhaps he could come out of it with something a little more. He made his way down the wall, lizard-like, keeping his eyes locked on the dragon knight's as he went. The foreign presence in her head began to dig deeper, spreading invisible tendrils throughout her mind as he peeled back her mental defenses one by one. Introduce yourself, he said as he drew closer, a command and not a question. His claws were clicking on the stone floor as he prowled, the power of his gaze only growing stronger as he approached. It was a terrible light his eyes cast, seeming to sear away rational thought in favor of obedience and awe, the sort of thing that was a dragon's due as king of the beasts. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to do what he said. It felt somehow natural, didn't it?
Thread: Into the Dragon's Lair (Chiaroscuro x 501st)

Freya couldn't feel it -- that is, not EXACTLY what he was doing. But she could feel that something was amiss in all this. It was enough to keep Freya on her feet, spear held between herself and the dragon defensively. She was moving in a slow circle, keeping her back away from the wall so that she would not be cornered by this beast. Freya Crescent, dragon knight of Burmecia, she said. Who are you ? Dragons are not meant to talk, she said. Her hands shook on the spear a little more with every passing moment, and after some time she fought to drag her eyes off of his own. Instead she focused on his feet, keeping track of where he was without daring to look into those eyes. But she could still feel them. As she came around in a full revolution, Freya was unable to fight her natural impulse any longer. She took a pouncing strike at him. But it was slow. Clumsy. A rookie's move, not a master knight's.
Thread: Into the Dragon's Lair (Chiaroscuro x 501st)

Who am I? the dragon asked, sounding somehow amused. I've never thought to give myself a name. I've never really needed one before. He said this while turning to face Freya as she prowled, the very picture of a deer being stalked by a wolf... But then she pounced, and somehow their fortunes reversed. He lunged into her strike, raising a paw to slap the haft of her spear towards the ground with enough force to embed the tip into the stone beneath their feet. Using the haft as leverage he continued the lunge, his other paw coming around to attempt slamming her into the ground and pinning her there beneath his scaled foot. He was so close now, close enough that burning golden eyes were filling her vision, her entire world. Like they were the only things that mattered. You could give me a name, though. His tone was casual, disturbingly so, as if they weren't in a life-or-death struggle at all. You can call me Master. Or you will, soon. The dragon laughed, a raspy, rhythmic hiss. I know your type, Freya Crescent. You think yourselves the masters of the natural world because you have pointy things. But they aren't much help to you now, are they?