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Thread: Looking for some MxM Funtimes (Updated with a plot!)

Mistress Legacy said so we aren't going to do the brother one? Click to expand... Huh? Not unless you're not up for it anymore?
Thread: Looking for some MxM Funtimes (Updated with a plot!)

No, no I want to do it still. PM me so we could cover some more details
Thread: Kind of an odd request. MxF

-bump-
Thread: Kind of an odd request. MxF

This is the new Kiva10. Any requests to that account should go to this one instead. Oh and bump!
Thread: Looking for a Family

I might be interested helping you. what sort of fun things do you have in mind?
Thread: Looking for a Family

Depends on the pairing you are looking for or are you looking at crossing all of them?
Thread: Looking for a Family

I like the idea of brothersister - preferably older sister seducing younger brother. Does this interest you?
Thread: Looking for a Family

PM Me we can work something out.
Thread: Looking for a Family

Looks like this needs a bump
Thread: Looking for a Family

Greetings anyone out there?
Thread: Looking for a Family

Still looking for a family anyone interested
Thread: Pixel's search for creative, literate partners. (Long term MxF only.)

RE A search for creative, literate partners. Long term MxF only. Current Cravings Here I will post what I'm currently craving to do. Probably mostly themesconcepts, pairings or elements I'd really like to include, but also more specific ideas I might like to do, when I have them. Including more than one is always awesome, but obviously not required. Well, actually, while I'll be happy to includedo anything I put up here, nothing is actually required. o.o Moving on to actual cravings! Contract Setting Setting I have a sort of setting I worked out for a particular plot of mine which I dubbed Contract, thus the title of this craving, and while at the moment I'm not really wanting to do said plot, I would quite like to use the setting. It involves angels and demons, basically what I have being their originhistory. It's not a typical setting of the kinds in the sense that Demons aren't evil incarnate, Archangels are pretty unstable beings, and God is far from perfect. That's all I'll say. If you want to know more, and work with me on something involving this, just ask about it and we'll go from there. Male Demon x Female Angel Pairing Be it in the setting above or not, I've been itching for one of these. That's pretty much all there is to it. Rare Females Element I thought about this some time ago, and have been wanting to try it out. Basically, something involving a settingrace where females are rare. Thought of females in general at first, but later that it could also be certain types of females. For example, ones with magical abilities. Either way works, I might have a bit of a preference towards the latter, though. Male Captor x Female Captive Pairing It's an all-time favorite, and there really isn't much more I can say. xD Just keep in mind my limitations when it comes to non-consensual sex scenes if you're interested in this. o.o Arranged Marriage Element It's hard to think of something involving it that is interesting enough to...well, actually KEEP me interested. You'd have to help me come up with something good. I may also like it to involve some ageplay. My character being the youngest - no younger than 14, though. Medieval setting definitely preferred for this. Different Upbringings Element I always find it fun to work with characters that were raised in completely different way. Could be something like someone who was brought up to believe in equal rights paired with someone who's sexist, a big prude paired with someone who was raised to consider sex and such things natural and good...stuff like that. Love Triangle Element Male x Female x Male, to be more specific. There's at least a couple of different ways to do it...but I'm going to leave it at that, we'll talk it over if you're interested. Something based off the myth of ErosCupid and Psyche Theme? If you're familiar with it, great! If not - have a look here . I'm not looking for something that's like that EXACTLY, but I'd love to do something a bit like it. In case you're interested, let me know, we'll talk it over and work something out. That's all for now!
Thread: Pixel's search for creative, literate partners. (Long term MxF only.)

RE A search for creative, literate partners. Long term MxF only. Inspirational Neat Pictures Because I can, dammit! This isn't something important for you to see, though. Just something you can have a look at if you like. Oh, and if any of them inspires ideas you might want to do with me, do let me know. I've always wanted to do a picture plot...I just fail at coming up with them. But don't expect me to play a character that looks like the one in the picture. o.o Safe for Work Safe 1 Safe 2 Safe 3 Safe 4 Safe 5 NOT Safe For Work Not safe 1 Not safe 2 Not safe 3 Not safe 4
Thread: Pixel's search for creative, literate partners. (Long term MxF only.)

RE A search for creative, literate partners. Long term MxF only. And another.
Thread: Pixel's search for creative, literate partners. (Long term MxF only.)

RE A search for creative, literate partners. Long term MxF only. Bampu.
Thread: Pixel's search for creative, literate partners. (Long term MxF only.)

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Thread: Pixel's search for creative, literate partners. (Long term MxF only.)

Hey, I am VERY interested, I was wondering if it's possible for us to do a Rare Females Roleplay. I have a few ideas for it.
Thread: Pixel's search for creative, literate partners. (Long term MxF only.)

Another update bump.
Thread: Pixel's search for creative, literate partners. (Long term MxF only.)

I would like it to make a plot with you. please pm me your AIM to make up a plot. making the plot using pm's is fine to I just want to make sure that I won't rape you, or being the alpha male, I just can't.
Thread: Pixel's search for creative, literate partners. (Long term MxF only.)

Sent you a PM.
Thread: Pixel's search for creative, literate partners. (Long term MxF only.)

Updated.
Thread: Pixel's search for creative, literate partners. (Long term MxF only.)

Been a while since I bumped.
Thread: Forgive Me, Father... (Notte and BWA)

The smell of decaying flesh and dark magic that floated into the nostrils of Justicar Maxwell Jordan gave him even more incentive to kick the large, wooden cathedral door in. The year was 2130. Humanity has suffered the events of St. Peter's Revelations. However, for every sinner taken, power was gained. The humans that remained were given new technologies and were finally in communication with the forces of Heaven, all for the reconstruction of their race. However, agents of Hell had managed to infiltrate the human world and have begun corrupting innocent people left, right and center. To cleanse this taint, Heavem appointed a group of priests, monks and other holy men to take arms and fight the scourge of Hell. They are known as Exodus, and Justicar Jordan was one of them. There was no force alive that could stop him kicking the door off the hinges, draw his holy pistols and unleash round after round into the heads and hearts of the zombified horde. He had became Death, destroyer of worlds, by holy rite and the word of the Lord Himself. If a fool stood in his path, then they would remain in Purgatory, to come face-to-face with their own stupidity. As he continued shooting, killing, maiming and crushing, from under his helmet came his voice, echoing a prayer of battle. By His Holy Word, I cleanse the dark. By His Honorable Blessing, I spill their blood... may God forgive me for my sins and send these demons back into the hell from whence they came... Amen...
Thread: Forgive Me, Father... (Notte and BWA)

It was when Maxwell finished the prayer that the holy sigils and inscriptions tattooed to his tanned, muscular skin began to burn at his nerves, warning him. It meant only one thing in this world, and it was definitely something far more worse than a necromancer's deathborne hordes. Realising his left hand's weapon was empty, he primed a holy detonator within the pistol, throwing it into the crowd of approaching undead and drawing his short sword. The weapon was more than just tempered steel, however running along the core of the blade was a line of gold, with ancient blessings moulded into the design. It was, by the account of the one who forged it, one of the seven Swords of Samson. Each Sword was forged from a broken piece of Samson's own holy weapon and could only be wielded by a Exodus member that the sword itself chooses. Maxwell was one of the seven and he proved his right to the blade, cleaving through neck after neck and skull after skull of the deathborne, his voice raising in volume to further empower the words of his prayers. Again, upon finishing, the sigils burned. What could be causing this? Suddenly, within three minutes, Maxwell heard nothing but silence. He remained still, covered head to toe in blood, his ears searching for any sound, anything to expose his target. Then he heard it, the ripple of robes. Spinning on the spot, he raised his pistol and fired his last round, the holy bullet piercing a nearby banner. A moment passed before a spray of blood erupted from behind it, followed by the burning corpse of the necromancer himself. As the foul knave burned, the Justicar uttered a final prayer. Though justice was dealt and evil was cleansed, let the Lord bless me to remain vigil... He paused. Looking around, he wandered towards the desecrated altar, sword at the ready. Whatever was setting off his wards still remained in the cathedral. Five agonising paces later, he spoke again in the vain attempt to draw whatever it was out into the light of God. Amen.
Thread: Forgive Me, Father... (Notte and BWA)

Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. AMEN! She screamed it over and over until the taste of blood filled her mouth and until her ears started to bleed. For ten years she had been trapped in this tomb, the blood still coating her thighs from when her virginity was taken. She couldn't move, except to flex her hands which crusted when she did so, sending dirty to the ground. She knew that she was filthy, coated in dust and grime. Although, there were no bugs crawling around in the tomb with her. She wanted to fight and to move, but it was just to tight. The only thing that she could do was keep on screaming, even if it hurt.
Thread: Forgive Me, Father... (Notte and BWA)

Maxwell was now certain of the source, his sigils pulsing as if the taint was entombed underneath the altar. He stood there, pondering his course of action yes, there was still evil here. But due to the current state it was in, there was no risk to anything holy becoming corrupted. If anything, the Justicar could just leave it to die within it's tomb. However, if the cathedral was knocked down in the place of a new one, or if Hell ever discovered it, then the potential for a Second War would arise. Gripping the handle of his sword tightly, Maxwell weighed these options. Leave it to rot or free it to kill it. After what seemed like a minute, he decided to be safe than sorry. Sheathing his sword, Maxwell approached the altar, cracking his knuckles. Dear Lord, grant me the strength to clear the way, so that justice may be brought to whatever darkness resides beneath... Breathing deeply, he began to concentrate, continuing the prayer under his breath. He was about to strike when he heard the coughing gasp of the still alive and burning necromancer. Gak! H... hehehe.... g-go ahead and open the t-tomb, foolish slave! Y-you only br-bring yourself closer to de... aggh... death... Maxwell, growling, drew his pistol and fired in the general direction of the necromancer, hearing the gory explosion of a headshot ring through the cathedral. Holstering his weapon, the Justicar resumed his Prayer of Eternal Strength, returning to his earlier stance. Then, in one solid push, the altar tilted off the ground and slammed back down, exposing a deep, square hole within the floor. That was when Maxwell heard the rustle of feathers...
Thread: Forgive Me, Father... (Notte and BWA)

Seraphina gave a very feminine cry of pain when the light first touched her eyes, not having seen anything other than darkness in the decade that she had been imprisoned. She coughed as dust stirred the air around her and unable to get breath she tried to sit up, her body weak. While lifting up one small but elegant dirty hand to place on the side of the tomb, the rattling of chains could be heard as she sat up. Her vision blurry as she tried to look around, noticing only shapes and nothing else. She couldn't tell were Maxwell was or even what he was, fearing that there were Demon's around, she started to pray, even though it pained her to do so. PATER noster, qui es in clis sanctificatur nomen tuum Adveniat regnum tuum fiat voluntas tua, sicut in clo, et in terra. Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie Et dimitte nobis debita nostra, sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris et ne nos inducas in tentationem sed libera nos a malo. Quia tuum est regnum, et potestas, et Gloria, in saecula. Amen. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Fire, so much fire burned at her mouth, and her stained red wings felt as if they were on fire as well. To afraid of what may be coming, she forced her body to move, first placing one long dirty and delicate leg over the side of the tomb, before she pushed herself and fell over the side. A sharp cry passed her lips as her wrists were still shackled and they pulled above her, forever making her a prisoner, for she as sure that these demons wouldn't let her out. Wasn't sure if even God would let her free. With her arms held above her, her large rounded breasts were thrust out as her back arched forward. She moved her legs to get them under her, but when she raised up she fell back down, the disuse had made them unable to support her. The length of her hair was still in the tomb, having grown for ten years it would be past her feet if she stood, the white color of it had turned to a dirty matted grey from the dust and grime. When she thought she saw something move, she stretched the length of her red wings out and brought them around herself for what little protection that they could offer. Father... help me. Tears of blood fell from her eyes as she dropped her head in defeat.
Thread: Forgive Me, Father... (Notte and BWA)

Maxwell had taken a step back when the angel's hand rose from the tomb, but upon seeing her struggle to rise from the depths, he couldn't help but gaze in wonder. After Heaven had given Humanity the technology, the angels that were sent to fight and cleanse the world of sin went back up into the skies, leaving humanity prepared to finish their work. Maxwell was born within sanctuary about twenty three years ago and was not allowed to leave so, for him, this moment was splended. Then he cringed. Despite being an angel, her wings were red. Blood weeped from her eyes and had, at one stage, poured from her mouth. The signs were clear and that caused the Justicar to unsheathe his sword. You are Excommunicate, one of the damned traitors! I have no intention to help you except to claim your head! Maxwell proclaimed. He held the sword aloft, the angle perfect for decapitation. His sigils burned, his training was buzzing within his mind. The urge to slay her was rising instinctively. But, no matter what, he just couldn't do it. His arms quivered, his eyes gazing up and down her desecrated body, noticing the spatter of blood upon her thighs, displaying the taking of her sacred virginity. This... no. She is not a traitor angel... she was tainted against her will. That is why she is praying. Why she was screaming within her tomb. She is still faithful. With these thoughts, the Justicar lowered his sword. It was not right to kill her. The Excommunicate was even bound in demon chains... she was innocent, even if her body had betrayed her. Raising his sword with new confidence, Maxwell swung the blade, cleaving through the chains and freeing her after Lord-knows-how-many years. Stepping back once more, to give her breathing room, Maxwell sheathed his sword, nodding to her. If our Lord God will not forgive you, then I will, for I see you are innocent from your sin... what is thy name? Maxwell asked.
Thread: Forgive Me, Father... (Notte and BWA)

When she heard that he would take her head in the name of her Lord, she let her wings fall to the side, offering up her neck willingly. May God bless my soul as thee send me to my death. I go willingly. Her voice was soft and horse from being parched. When she heard the whistle of the blade slicing through the air she tilted her head back and smiled, a single tear trailing down one cheek, Finally I will reunite with you, my Lord. When the blade passed over her head, her eyebrows drew together in confusion upon hearing the cling of metal against metal and she fell forward now that the chains were cut. Landing on her face, she let out a groan as it scrapped against the floor and she tried to push herself back up, but she was just to weak. Her white hair finally slipped out of the tomb and landed around her in an almost circular pattern like a halo. She took a deep breath and pushed herself onto her back and looked upwards, still not seeing anything but shadows. Thy name is Seraphina Zekiel, why did thou not slay me, Justicar? Her pale green eyes shifting to the spot where she thought he may be. She moved her arms to cover her breasts and her feminine mound, trying to hide her nakedness from his view. She may no longer be sacred and pure, but that was not of her doing, and she had never had anyone see her thously before her ruining, not even herself. A brief thought floated through her mind and she wondered what she looked like. She said a prayer for penitence, for she knew that vanity was a sin.
Thread: Forgive Me, Father... (Notte and BWA)

Maxwell nodded. Seraphina... a suited name for one so beautiful. Watching her cover her breasts and sacred place, the Justicar removed the blood-stained outer cloak first, then removed the inner cloak he wore underneath and gave it to her. Here... this should fit, somewhat. Also, the reason I did not slay you was because I believe in redemption without death... but that only applies to exceptional cases. The Justicar slowly replaced his outer cloak then sat with Seraphina upon the steps. He wanted to ask so much, to enquire her about what the Kingdom of Heaven was like... but he knew such subjects would not do well for her condition. The taint was still there and he had to do something about it. Something beeped. Maxwell pulled back his sleeve, exposing a sigil that glowed bright with a holy shine and the wrist communicator, which was the source of the beeping. Please, remain silent for a moment. He kindly said to Seraphina, waiting a moment before entering the reciever code. Exalted Justicar Maxwell Jordan here... yes. The situation has been handled. No taint remains. May the Lord guide us home. Closing communications, he stood up to his full height and removed his holy mask, revealing a face that bore hazel eyes and a small tuft of brown hair. Will thou be able to stand, milady? We have to be on our way if we want to avoid the Purification Teams.
Thread: Forgive Me, Father... (Notte and BWA)

Seraphina blushed, never having been called beautiful before as if it was actually meant. Even though she knew that all of God's children were beautiful. When she heard the rustling of clothing, she instinctively tried to move away from the fear of what would happen, even though he was a Holy man of God. The rape that she had lived through still fresh in her mind. When she felt material drape over her, she caught a whiff of his sent and shivered slightly. Slowly and painfully she sat up, turning her body away from him so that she could use her hands to pull the cloak on. T-t-thank you. She put it on, but the thing felt almost painfully tight around her breasts and she knew without seeing that it molded too them, not hiding anything really that was hidden under the cloth. She remained silent as he spoke, frowning a bit over his lie. When he finished speaking and stood up, she looked upwards, her vision still hazed by becoming clearer. If only she had something to wipe them with. What she wouldn't give to feel the rain beat down upon her upturned face or to feel the blessing of Gods earth beneath her feet. Before her mind could continue wondering, she spoke, What may I call thee Justicar? At his question, she tried to get up, but her legs gave out once again beneath her. Having not used them in a decade, it was slightly painful. No, Justicar, I do not believe I can stand. It is alright if you leave me here, I do not mind dying if it means seeing my Lord in Heaven again.
Thread: Forgive Me, Father... (Notte and BWA)

Maxwell Jordan... and I won't leave thou to die here, amongst the corpses of demons and heretics. Making sure none of his movements were sudden, he gently picked Seraphina up off the ground, his eyes never journeying down to gaze upon her large breasts that strained against her lent clothing. Moving towards the side entrance, he kicked it open, exiting quickly and heading towards his transport. Awaiting them was a pair of horses survivors of the apocalypse, only cybernetically enhanced with wings similar to an angel's, granting flight. Attached to them was a carriage, with enough room for one driver and two passengers behind him or her. Placing Seraphina in the place behind him and making sure she was secure, Maxwell took the reins and flicked them. Ya! he cried, cueing the horses to activate. With several whines, they began to gallop away from the cathedral, building up speed before their wings began to rise and fall, lifting not only themselves, but the carriage into the air. Maxwell steered them around a bit, adjusting their direction before uttering a keyword, engaging the auto-pilot of the beasts, who maintained their current course. Turning in his seat, the Justicar made sure Seraphina was fairing well. I'm taking thee to a safehouse of mine. Exodus won't take kindly to me bringing thou to a sanctioned hideout, so this will do.
Thread: Forgive Me, Father... (Notte and BWA)

But.... I - I am tainted in the eyes of the Lord, if this be my final resting spot, I am fine with that. She was so bewildered, not understanding, but perhaps this was the will of her Lord as well, so that she may earn her penance. Although, I would be happy to accompany you on your noble quest doing God's work, after all idle hands are Devil's handiwork. She noticed and cringed how when she said God it burned, but when she said Devil nothing happened. When he picked her up, she gave a startled cry and wrapped her arms around his neck, the side of her breasts pressed into his chest. One wing wrapped around the back of him, so that it wouldn't get into his way, the other was in the front and resting over his arm, the end of her tainted feathers caressing his hand unknowingly. When Maxwell set her down, she gave a sigh of relief, not used to being touched by anyone and now afraid to be touched by anything. Th-thank you, Maxwell Jordan. You are a very kind man and I know that God is thankful for the work you do. She could see his shadow as he turned back to join her. I understand that you risk much for me, I do thank thee. She brought her hands up to her face with the intention of trying to wipe away some of the grime, but it only helped to smear it more. With another soft sigh, she looked outside. I hope we are blessed with rain soon, I need to get the feel of this taint off of me. She spoke it low, hoping that he could not hear, but her voice still carried. She did not just mean the grime and dust that coated her, she wanted to wash her thighs clean of her purity that had been stolen.