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Thread: To be conquered (Methos and PreciousPetra)

Conrad would undoubtedly hear her stating that she didnt wish to be his whore or have her children born as bastards. His only reply during the act as to let his body press to her as his lips would brush against her ear once more Do you think I care what you want? I know exactly what the status of your children would be. He said rather matter of factly as his hand would fondle her ass. And they can be born that way.. you just dont want them to be. He smirked as he noted But Im not going to leave you much choice in whether you have them or not. Your family will hear of this hmm? Perhaps but they cared so much for you they married you to a man old enough to be your father in the first place. He patted her cheek lightly as he noted Do you think theyre going to start a war over you when they were so happy to part with you to begin with? You are no more than a piece to be traded in whatever deals your father makes with other men. He could tell the woman was tiring, the stress of her family dying and now his rape of her body was undoubtedly wearing on the woman and that would present no real surprise to him. As he was in the act of plunging that cock deep within her and letting it press to that barrier she felt hed push past, he felt her sex begin to squeeze and tighten about him in that milking motion. Mockingly he kissed her cheek as he remarked Eager now are you? At least you know to be a good little whore if you must be one. She squeezed, squirmed and struggled as he ruthlessly laid his hips into her. His hips smacked into the curve of her ass and drove himself so very deeply inside her taught passage. He pressed to the barrier and past it as that deep groan of pleasure had parted his lips and his seed poured into her. Pleasure and satisfaction washed over him as he released within her. He looked at her and saw the mortified expression upon her face. Hed heard her scream and then her plaintiff statement that hed ruined her. He let his hand reach upwards to idly toy with a few strands of her hair. Oh I have ruined you for anyone else. He stated rather simply as though that had been entirely the point. His fingers would brush against her neck as he observed After all with a brood of my bastard children, you are going to be utterly dependent upon me. His fingers tapped against her lightly as he noted Youd have absolutely no rights, nor would your children. He smirked But youd need to rely solely on my largess. So youd best get used to getting down on your knees and offering yourself to me in any way I should desire. Hed pull himself out of her having shot his load inside her. Thereafter he tucked himself back into his pants and did his laces up once more. The duke looked at her and smirked Youd best get used to what I wish of you, after all what other choice do you have hmm? He remarked while looking at her.
Thread: To be conquered (Methos and PreciousPetra)

Conrad gazed at her and idly remarked Perhaps you dont understand. But then again its not necessary for me to make you understand why I do everything. Your lack of understanding does not prevent me from taking what I wish of you or keeping you here as my prisoner and plaything. He smirked as he looked at her and added As for what shall become of you and my illegitimate progeny when I tired of you I should think youd best strive not to become tiresome for me then hmm? After all youll have a child to think of. He blew her a kiss as he noted And its summer now the days are only going to get colder. Without saying anything further, hed leave her in her room. The young duke who would be king closed the door behind him and venturing down the hallway to disappear out of site. While she might be tempted to rejoice that he was absent, unfortunately he didnt seem to have forgotten about her. Soldiers were now stationed in the castle who were loyal to him and him alone. Guards were stationed outside her door, and they gave little indication that they were there to protect her so much as to prevent escape on her part. As for the Duke himself hed ridden off with another portion of his army to meet with local lords. Hed slain their liege and his army occupied what had been the seat of power and its surrounding towns. With varying degrees of reluctance Duke Alistairs former vassals now were to meet with the young usurper. Thus he was off to play politics and consolidate his hold upon the duchy. Several days would pass while he was absent. When he would return was a matter that even the soldiers guarding her were uncertain of. Merely that they were to guard the castle and her specifically until he returned. Thus he effectively left her to rot and brood over what had transpired and her own potential pregnancy. Like the curse that she considered him to be, he inevitably would return. The hooves of the horses of his party returning would be heard in the courtyard. A clamor would ensue as the soldiers would cheer the return of their leader. Soon his horse was stabled and he moved inside the castle. Perhaps from there it would be an agonizing waiting game to see what plans he had following his return. Soon enough she would learn that whatever concerns she had about being abandoned when he tired of her that specific moment in time had yet to come. For the door would open and the duke would stand before her. He was richly dressed, clad in black and crimson of the finest quality, a shirt of gold plated chain mail rested atop his tunic and his sword was belted to his waist. If nothing else he certainly seemed to seeking to look the part he desired to obtain. A smirk graced his lips as the door shut behind him, his eyes locked upon her form as he inquired Now you can take off your dress and lay down upon the bed and give yourself to me like a good whore. Or I can tear it from you and rape you again. He smiled to her as he mockingly noted Im going to enjoy it either way.
Thread: To be conquered (Methos and PreciousPetra)

Conrad felt her legs wrapped tightly about him. The press of her thighs against his sides as they squeezed to his body and her hips rocked against him caused his manhood to throb within her. He felt how eagerly her body responded to him, her soft, supple form grinding and pressing herself onto the thick form of his cock. If the woman hated him, she certainly did not hate his body because she rather lustily seemed to respond to it. A fact he took full advantage of as he pounded his manhood deeply within her. He drove his cock within that warm, wet sex as she moaned her encouragement to him. He smirked as he looked down at her as he heard her rather feeble reply as she sought to unconvincingly state she wouldnt come to desire being in his bed, nor did she like being taken by a younger man. His lips pressed to hers rather roughly as he cut off her response, and punctuated his disbelief with a forceful thrust of his hips. And who are you trying to convince of that me or yourself? He asked with the suggestion being the latter. He felt her sex beginning to tighten and squeeze around his cock. A soft groan escaped his lips as her felt that milking clench about his prick. Eagerly his hips pressed downwards and hes press his cock into that pleasurable grasp, seeking more of its firm attentions. Hed press as deeply into her as she could take him as he let that muscular form press down against the soft curves of her svelte form. He lofted a brow at her as she requested that he marry her and offered to produce his children willingly if hed do so. Ah so swearing vengeance upon me one moment and proposing marriage to me the next you really should make up your mind which it is you desire. He smirked as his lips pressed to her own kissing her rather forcefully Thats a rather mixed message. His eyes regarded her for a moment as his hips maintained their rather steady downward rock. He pressed between her thighs and with each thrust rammed home his cock deeply inside of her. That throbbing prick was lodged into those slick and grasping folds as he appeared to contemplate her offer as though it was novel concept that had never even occurred to him. He lofted a brow to her as he inquired And why should I agree? He paused before noting I already can bed you all I wish, and have you bear my children, I already own all your land. What more can I have of you than that? He hadnt refused her out of hand, but he seemed to express doubt as to the merits of any such arrangement. Although he had asked why he should agree to such a thing, so it seemed to leave it open to her to explain her thinking. After all why should he who lusted after power solely in her mind agree to something that would appear to get in the way of that? Not that his failure to agree with her proposal instantly prevented him from reveling in the joys her body was offering to him.
Thread: To be conquered (Methos and PreciousPetra)

She could not help but moan with pleasure when she felt his manhood throb deep inside her. Each new thrust from him was met by her own hips as her body continued to rock against his. Isabel did hate him. She hated him with a passion though it was now a different sort of passion which he was stirring within her. She hated the man he was but his body had awoken untold feelings, needs and desires within her own and despite how she had tried to simply lay there and think of England in the end she had been unable to think of anything but her arousal and her thirst for survival by any means within her reach. Though at that point she wasnt sure which need was the greater of the two much to her own shame as the feel of this thick manhood stretching her still tight womanhood bought even more moans from her lips. When his lips met hers again to silence her denial that she would desire to be in his bed. And that the fact she was being taken by a man who was much nearer her own age than her now deceased husband had been, and that she must like it. Isabel knew when he spoke he didnt believe her and in truth she wasnt at all sure she believed it herself. If you already know the answer why ask? she murmured as again her womanhood contracted around his thickness. You seek only to humiliate me further is that it? Isabel could not help but feel a great satisfaction when she heard him groan as she continued to squeeze around him. She felt him thrust deeper still and she willingly obliged as her inner walls grasped him tightly. You can lay with any women you desire, ones younger than me whose heads turn with ease. Maybe it is you who delivers mixed messages sir. She replied breaking his kiss to do so. She cried out and her body arched as one particular forceful thrust from him appeared to hit against her cervix causing her inner walls to tighten around him with an increased frequency. His question made her want to scream of course he would make nothing easy for her. Your questfor the crown, she panted. Should you succeedno title could bepassed on to any illegitimate heir. There were several long moments when all could be heard was panting and moans as they rutted in the pleasures of the flesh before she managed to add. Do you really wish foryour fathers nameto end with you? He could just keep entering her bedchamber to claim her body to quench his lust whenever he wished for they both knew she was in truth powerless to stop him doing so. The real shame and humiliation coming from the fact her body was now responding to his. The young widow just prayed she would never actively crave to be in his bed though she feared her prayer may fall on deaf ears.
Thread: To be conquered (Methos and PreciousPetra)

Conrad heard the constant moans that were escaping Isabelles lips as her body pressed to him rather eagerly. She was warm and soft beneath him, and her hips rocked to take in the thick form of his thrusting cock. The young duke rather reveled in the act of claiming her, to feel her sex taunt, dripping and coiled around him provided a rather riveting stimulation. Hed taken her before but that had been purely by force and it was another matter to feel her now happily offering her body to him and seeming to yearn for the act of doing so. Conrad gazed at her as she asked why if he knew the answer to a question he asked it. He shrugged slightly from his position atop of her. You seek to lead me to believe on thing or another by what you say I think its nothing more than empty rhetoric on your part, so what would you have me say? He felt the constriction of her sex around his manhood and hed groan softly as he remarked I think you know full well that which should humiliate you without my reminding you of it yet at times it serves its purpose. He grinned to her as he idly remarked Ah but that I wish to bed you is no secret is it? I desire to fuck you so I keep you and do so. There is nothing unclear about that message. I could seek out younger women who would likely accommodate me, but who is to say what strikes my fancy? As she was quite obliging at the moment he really felt no desire to seek out another woman. Rather he felt her sex seeking to milk him of his load and pleasure coursing through him as a result of it. Conrads rather deep pounding into that taunt passage had left his sex colliding with her cervix once more. That barrier to her womb seemed to shudder with each impact of the tip of his cock against it. He rutted atop of her, his hips grinding down into her and rather lewdly thrusting his cock fully within her. He claimed her body as he felt her rocking back at forth beneath him. With that tight grip about his manhood, his pace would begin to build. His hips were becoming a blur as they rather rapidly began to hammer into her, pumping his shaft into her again and again and again. Each entry would see his prick lodged deeply inside as that throbbing flesh was coaxed by the tense grasp of her pussy. While she spoke of his line being perpetuated she seemed to be doing her damnedest to ensure his line was perpetuated in her belly as that tensing squeeze of her sex and the clinging of her thighs was pushing him to the verge of eruption inside of her. However, as she spoke of his need of an heir and passing his family name. His head tilted in towards her as a groan parted his lips. Ah..now those are reasons that I need a wife not for why she should be you. His cock was throbbing urgently within her. His muscular form lay atop of her and his hips were engaged in that rather powerful rocking motion that drove him fully between her legs. Why should I agree to what you wish, as opposed to making new allies by marrying into their house?
Thread: Choclate -

Andy was busy with his project for school he had been busy all weekend avoiding his angry girlfriend. She called once an hour to check on him even his sister was getting mad at him for tying up the phone. Come on you know you want to have sex with whats he name his sister teased him sitting on his table. she liked to make his life hell any way she could when she was on a dating slump. A sexy blond Andy had been teased his whole life for being a man slut now that he was committed people ragged him for that. Look if i want to pass i need to get an A his sister well no less sexy was a natural brain. he looked at her body clad only in a swim suit she loved to cock tease eleven when it was her brother. come on you know i cant think when you do that she was sucking on a loli-pop hard.
Thread: To my fellow roleplayers

Right now my computer went kabloom with the black screen of death. I am in my laptop, however I do not have the rps saved in here. So anyone rping with me that want to keep rping, please send me the link of the rp.
Thread: Ogres and Fairies and Bestiality... Oh my?

The weather just stunk. It had been raining for days upon days now for what felt like weeks. The water-logged band of unlikely friends were getting on each others' nerves. They didn't enjoy being couped up in this backwater, human hick-ridden hell hole. Ront and Taevillis sat at their bedroom table playing a game of dice while Talingo poured over his spell book for the 18th time today. Olgar laid in bed, staring at their shabby room's ceiling wondering when the rain would cease. Deciding that the gods had cursed this day as well, he sighed and headed for the 'bar' this inn had. More like kegs with an old crone doling out petty amounts in ting mugs. He drug his feet thinkging about that old biddy and sighed heavily closing the door. The three watched him leave, knowing the would just return in several minutes to complain once more about the rain, but with the smell of stale beer on him. Olgar found the old hag gossiping with some local gal. She couldn't have been older than 15 and she had a staring problem. Olgar looked at her with a straight face and the brandished his tusks at her, in a false attempt at a smile. To most, this would look similar to a dog flashing you his pearly whites, but such is the hell of being of primitive blood. As the gal took off out of the inn, the crone rudely huffed about, making scolding remarks to Olgar. She eventually gave him what he sought after he convinced her he wouldn't smile around her anymore. He 'enjoyed' the human brew as much as he could and sighed heavily once again. Today was just like the previous five. Nothing, nothing, nothing.
Thread: Ogres and Fairies and Bestiality... Oh my?

There was an opening at the door and a brilliantly dressed man came in. The rain seemed to have little effect on him, his sharkskin studded leather letting the water drain off of him. He looked bizarre, a tall topknot on his nice black and white head. His skin was oddly shimmering in the light inside the place, and he seemed to be from a bizarre, alien world. To add to this a nictating membrane slid over his eyes and washed out a little water. He looked at the bar wench and flashed her an utterly charming smile, an oddly melodious voice coming from him as he spoke to her. With the information he needed he tromped to the room and knocked before entering. No shock or even horror shown on his eyes as he took in what had to be a disturbingly rag-tag bunch of people. His mind was reeling with horror and laughter, his gears already cranking out enough satire to influence a court for a week, if not more. Yet he was much too polite to show this in his gaze. My fellows, I am Rikki'Tu-uket Kreena, you may call me Rikki. I am the specialist that was called in to help you upon this latest mission, the voice that spoke showed why this strapping water dweller carried his lute with him. It was a rare talent to be able to even orate within rhythm, much less so well. It showed off how much this Darfellan man had trained, for while he had inborn talent he could not have gotten this way without practice unless he was a God, and no matter what was exclaimed by his bed mates, he was not a God. I apologize for taking so long. I was given incorrect directions to where you would be staying, and then was waylaid by some rather disgusting brigands. Do not travel the western route if you are squeamish by the way. His eyes stopped on the half-ogre and he grimaced, walking over and grabbing his cup of grog-swill before tossing the contents out of the window. Do not choke yourself on that piss substitute. Here, With a flourish, for no bard worth his salt could do anything mundanely, he pulled out a wineskin and poured a great cup of faerie wine, handing it to Olgar. Anyway, I speak too much. I apologize. I am here to help you out, we can now leave this dump. He bowed to them all, his long black topknot falling upon his shoulders as he stood up. I hope I make a good addition to your party. Inwardly he hoped he could get OUT of this party quickly. It seemed composed of what looked like a down syndrome Bugbear, an alcoholic half-ogre, a rather off putting blue...thing, another alcoholic only she was a Halfling, and two other unmentionables. Still, it could be a challenge, and the Half-ogre and orcspawn looked like they had potential. Plus, Rikki had always liked the smaller fare when it came to lovers.
Thread: Ogres and Fairies and Bestiality... Oh my?

Olgar was driven forcefully from his glumness by an exotically armored male of alien blood, or so it seemed to the ogre. He watched the odd fellow march past and towards the sleeping quarters. Olgar craned his head down the short hallway and was concerned when the man went for his groups' room without a knock. The door was tossed open and a loud announcement was made. Olgar releived that the man had made it. It had taken far too long for him to arrive. Meanwhile, the three sat in their room playing cards and reading a book. The door was flung open and they were greated with this strange man. Ront stood drawing his nimble axe from the floor while Taevillis rolled over to the bed, arranging her stance to better box someone if needed. Talingo, the party mage, glanced up from his book obviously not concerned. He dismissed the character and went back to his reading. Ront and Taevillis assumed a more neutral stance when they realized this was who they had been waiting for. With a better grasp of knowledge now, they returned to their activities seeing as Rikki wasn't a threat initially. Belilah, the party's lush of a thief, returned to the inn with Daggit, the party's mentially deficient bugbear packmule. Soaking wet, the bugbear sat on the floor near Olgar while Belilah took to studying the bard. She wasn't exactly the best at doing anything sober, but there hadn't been anything worthwhile drinking for weeks. When Rikki approached Olgar, Belilah, and Daggit, Olgar stood to meet the man to only have his weak human ale tossed thankfully and replaced with something far superior. The ogre was skeptical of this man, but seeing as it came from a personal skin, he was a little more willing to trust him. Taking a sip, he was pleased to have something of this class at his disposal again. Taking in a touch more, he offered the rest of the contents to Belilah knowing full well she'd benifit more than he from it's potency. Well Rikki, was it... I think you will make a good addition, but if possible... you might want to tone down a little bit. If you hadn't noticed... we're ina human mudfarmers' village... he said sarcastically, referring to the once freshing plowed farmland turned mud bog. The ogre studied Rikki a little longer and deduced he was from an aquatic area and blood, but he'd honestly never seen someone look like a creature sprung from the sea's loins. Extending a disproportionately large hand, Olgar offered to shake Rikki's. The name's Olgar. I'll let the rest warm up to you when they see fit, but Talingo prolly won't. He's the mage with his large nose stuffed in a book. he said motioning back towards the room. The ogre smiled for only a moment, but then remembered what he'd promised the old hag. He quickly tried to adapt his smile to something more pleasing to humans to try and show Rikki his positive intent.