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Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

The sound that emerged from his little angel was soft, almost sounding close to a whimper when the female realized that her father had in fact stopped himself. So desperately, but he had done it. Just like any spoiled little thing, his daughter had the faintest sign of a pout on her face, up until she felt her shoulders press into his chest, back arched like the perfect crescent for her father's touch. Had he stopped for some means of his own, or by means of punishing his damn near insatiable little girl? Maybe a mixture of both, a large part of her thought the latter more than anything else. But she wouldn't dare ask him at a time like this, not as he so gently caressed her and looked into her eyes with such love. How could she say she had craved anything more than that? Anything more would seem beyond greedy and that was not who his little Ava was. Even to breathe in lovingly as he kept his hand wrapped around her pretty throat, closing her eyes to accept that this was quite frankly what she wanted. All the boys who had touched his daughter didn't matter, they would never compare and she had always known that, since the day she felt that delicious itch within her that her craving couldn't be settled by anyone but her dearest daddy. Ava Martin's lips returned the soft, affectionate gestures of their lips meeting, breathing in without a sound as he pulled away from her wanting lips, half lidded eyes watching the lust shift around and turn into a softer emotion. Love. Whether he would say it aloud or not, Ava already knew her father loved her. He had to, to be accepting, willing, holding her, rocking her in such a filthy way with his length still buried in her wet folds. Even with the thought that her father hadn't necessarily filled his daughter with all his love, her rear shifted again and a soft gasp of air emerged when he slapped her heavy breast. Only to return and gently give it affection, her hands raising gently only to settle one against the back of her father's neck, nails tracing imaginary shapes into his neck. Such an odd question, but it made her smile softly, as he wasn't being condescending or angry toward her anymore, but almost curious in a divine way. I had dreams of you taking me in my sleep, daddy. I had dreams of you punishing me for being so filthy with boys in front of you. There were so many times she had fantasized about what her father would do when he cracked, or even after he had cracked. So many fantasies, waiting.
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

Was he punishing her as much as himself? It was a hard decision in that moment to know which it was. In that moment where he held her breast so gently in his hand, the fingers tightening on flesh which he had just previously harmed. His fingers tweaking, pulling on the nipple, wanting her as hard as a pebble even if he was not necessarily making her pay for anything that she had done. Anything that she had wrought. Yet he still had not answered the question inside of both of their minds. Which was being punished the most? Her Father enjoyed the torture, the delicious wickedness, of holding back pleasure. Yet he had not denied her the orgasm she so richly had partaken in, why then did he deny his? The truth was that he enjoyed control in all it's forms, and there was no more measure of control over the mind than the ability to deny yourself satisfaction. So his cock thrummed, it pulsed within her, his hips pressing fully up against her young ass. He held himself still as she finished speaking, for at that moment when she admitted her dreams it was nothing but his ironclad control which prevented him from spilling his seed. Spilling his seed deep into his amazing, wicked, little girl. She would have liked that to be sure, would have enjoyed it, the final fulfillment of her own twisted desires and dreams. No, he could not give that to her, not because he did not wish to do so...but because it would have been a ceding of power to her. It would have meant she had won entirely and that he would never do, not unless it was on his own terms. He leaned in, feeling her fingers on the back of his neck, his eyes blazing as he kissed her throat...giving a small love nip, his wish to conquer her more than evident. The fingers on her throat moving softly, tracing before he gave a small jerk of her young form and he whispered. You'll have to work harder for your prize, Ava. He slipped out of her at that moment, his shoulders tightening in frustration as he practically hissed with want. He wanted to be back within her, wanted to take hold of her and make her serve him in ways she had never dreamt of. Yet he wanted to rein in her hungers, have them focused, and after all...she had gotten her orgasm had she not? He could feel her slickness coating his flesh...glistening in the low light of the room as he gave her ass a hard slap before stepping away from her. He stepped back and moved to seat himself at the head of the table, those dark eyes never leaving hers as he took hold of the base of his flesh and slowly stroked himself. Precum bubbling up at the tip, his voice demanding as he spoke. No longer a whisper, no longer soft, instead the voice demanding. Come show your Father what those other holes can do.
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

She was poetry in motion and he was lost in it. He could not help but find himself in the motions of her body, the curves and rolling way she moved towards him. Like a cat given human form she seemed to slink, the slide, to hedonistically scream out how self satisfied she was with herself. With good reason it seemed. She was purely woman, regardless of her age, and she radiated sensuality that was pushing him to try to lose the control he had kept in such iron constraints. His hands came to touch her hair, taking it and gripping it as viciously as he had earlier...wrapping his hands inside of that gorgeous man and jerking her head just slightly so that he could watch every inch of his thick flesh sliding along the perfect visage of his little angel. He pulsed, precum dripping up to mingle with the mess she had made upon his skin. His eyes met hers and he gave a low thorough growl of utter approval before leaning down and kissing her. He swirled his tongue against hers, mingling and tasting the sex upon her lips, wanting to push her further. They would come to those moments, there was no doubt. They would come to understand the darker dreams that her Father happened to hold. They had only begun, but his little girl was already pushing him to the peak and he doubted that he could hold back much longer. Instead he knew what he wanted, knew entirely, and with her there before him he slowly smoothed her hair back so that he could admire her beautiful face, his voice whispering quietly. I'm not going to be able to hold out much longer. I just can't, little goddess, but you...you will do this my way... His hand traced down her face, caressing slowly as he gave her another small kiss, and then he situated himself. He did indeed seem to believe in torture of all kinds. He raised his hands away from her, raised back and behind his head so he could get a firm grip on the back of the chair behind him. His lips moved, one side curling up almost in a snarl as he practically readied himself. His legs slid a little bit, back bracing, and he could feel his stomach tightening...preparing for what was going to be happening. His cock flexed once more, his eyes just as low lidded as her's as it bobbed before her face and he whispered. Take me fully, no hands. All that touches between us are your lips and my cock. All the way, hold your throat down as long as you can and then when you near passing the fuck out...you can come up. I won't last long...take all of me, my Ava.
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

Even if she had spent such an intricate amount of time ignoring her father's demands and protests, producing a spoiled little girl that he so easily loved, his words wouldn't go undenied. She wouldn't dare, as even in this instance, she was here to make the man who's legs she sat between very, very happy. No matter how interested he was in depriving himself. His self neglect didn't mean she had to be a part of it. She was going to take care of her father, even if he proceeded to neglect himself. His daughter had spent plenty of nights neglecting herself, choosing the lesser of men to build herself up for him. Ava was going to hold her aura of calm, the vibrance in her pretty eyes as she looked up at him as she felt the delicious twitch of his length against her. It couldn't be helped, to feel proud of yourself for silently winning, even more so when you were about to put the figurative icing on the cake. Closing her eyes at the shift of his hand sliding through her hair, amazingly finding affection in each caressing touch. His words slipped into her mind as though they were something whimsical, and in a way they were. Magic, because it was almost unbelievable. Doing it his way didn't seem to phase her, pretty eyes staring up at him with want, craving to have her eager mouth back on his length, to have it fill her mouth with both his cock and his seed. The way he braced himself made her exhale softly, eyes shining because again, the brunette was proud. Without experiencing it, her father knew she was going to make this beyond worthwhile. Now, however, her eyes held a different look, palms flat against his knees, fingers sliding up and nails lightly grazing his skin. Her nails scratched softly, the expression in her eyes becoming clearer as her mouth neared the tip of his cock, palms sliding away from his thighs just as her mouth met his length again. The vision in Ava's eyes was that of hunger and desire, palms flat against the floor beneath her as her head moved down, mouth expanding beautifully as she felt him reach the back of her throat. Unable to maintain eye contact as she moaned, her eyes closed deliciously, feeling the soft saliva build up in the back of her throat. Then came the sound, to be honest, one of Ava's favorite sounds, the soft slurp that emerged when her head raised to expose his length glistening. It happened three more times, the third time her eyes finally opening, pretty bright orbs sparkling with well kept tears as he filled her throat again.
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

It's cold in Baron Gareth Ramsey's keep. It's been cold everywhere since you entered the lands surrounding Greyhill. It might have been hard to believe, but just as the baron's letter said, the minute you approached within sight of the village's most distant farms, the weather changed from the pleasant warmth of spring to snow and ice all around, and breath fogging in the air. The peasants and townsfolk you passed by on the way to the keep all wore their heaviest winter wools and furs, most hurrying about their business to spend as little time outside as possible--that is, until they stopped to stare, point, and whisper at your passing. Even without Jennifer's nudity, the arrival of armed mercenaries always draws attention. Dusk set in as you arrived at the gates, the guards waving you through without much hesitation telling them to expect a group of three fighting women, one naked with a cock between her legs, wouldn't have left much uncertainty. Inside, a warmly-dressed, middle-aged man with a carefully trimmed light brown beard, calling himself Lawrence, introduced himself as Lord Ramsey's steward and offered to show you to his liege's office, seeming not even to notice your respective peculiarities. The halls you passed were somewhat spartan in decoration, but spacious and comfortable-looking enough. Even with fires in every hearth and tapestries on the walls, though, the cold wasn't fully banished, and the servants and retainers still wore winter dress. Now, Lawrence has stopped outside one particular closed door, knocking rather than turning the handle. That you, Lawrence? a man's voice calls from the other side. Yes, my lord, the steward replies in his aristocratic tone. I have the mercenaries you've been expecting. Bring them on in, the baron answers. And then have someone bring us some mulled wine, if there's any left. It's too damn cold in here. Lawrence opens the door without pausing further, motioning for you to enter. Right away, my lord, he nods, departing back down the hall. Baron Ramsey sets a quill down on a broad desk of dark wood in a small, but richly appointed personal office. Thick tapestries and rugs cover the bare stone, and another fire crackles merrily in the hearth on the wall to the side. His bearing is one of assurance, but not aggression his near-black hair is shoulder-length and a bit unkempt, and his beard is less well-maintained than his steward's, but his grey winter wear is stylish and suits him well. He quirks an eyebrow at the sight of Jennifer, but gives no other visible reaction. Come on, sit down, he urges in a low, slightly gravelly tone, gesturing towards the other chairs arranged facing the desk. Thanks for coming so quickly, I really appreciate it. Hope no one gave you any trouble on the way?
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

Hey! Nicole waved excitedly, unusually dressed for her. Only a low cut and tight wizard robe, that showed off her cleavage, and left no doubt to how curvy she was. Some people gawked, but alot of people do that to us. So I was wondering, if I may see your daughter to decide on the eventual reward? She requests, also gesturing in a way that seemed wanting a hug.
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

Other than the snow making travel dificult, no, no trouble my Lord, Jennifer says as she takes a seat. Though we were stared at quite a bit. I appreciate your steward being more polite than to do that. And Nicole, let's talk about the reward after we've actually done work to merit it, she says, sighing a little. I apologize, my Lord, she can be... Eager.
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

Hanna She was dressed casually - not in her best or her worst, and showing less than the others, she liked cold weather it reminded her of her childhood but she was accustomed to protecting herself from it. She shrugged at the man - nothing on the road that couldn't be handled, nothing in town worth mentioning so far , looking askance at Jennifer for a second that is not how business is done, first we discuss the task, than the pay - and depending on what is asked some or all pay might be suitable up front - and than we get to work , it was how she operated since leaving the brothel and it worked as well for adventuring as it did for sexual service. The half-elf seemed to be a good sort from what she knew of her but perhaps not focused on business enough. So what do you need? she asked with a smile to the Lord.
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

The baron chuckles a bit at Nicole's forwardness. Don't need to apologize, he shakes his head at Jennifer. I can appreciate a woman who knows what she's about. He gives Nicole another amused look before turning back to the others. Lawrence is damn good at keeping his head, he agrees. Part of why I like having him around. And I'm glad to hear all you got from my people was stares--things are even worse now than when I wrote. Even with my knights on the road, some have started going bandit. No one you three couldn't have handled, far as we know, but it would've been a damn shame to see you get attacked. He nods at the mention of the task at hand. Anyway, yeah, let's talk about what needs doing. Now, first thing, let me ask you all something how much do you all know about the Old Gods? If you're from a culture that worships the Old Gods, you can open the first spoiler automatically, the second on a result of 10, and the third on a 15. Religion check, DC 10 A lot of this is just reiterated from what I said in the OOC, but I'll put it here again anyway. The Old Gods are one of the two known pantheons, worshiped mostly by barbarians outside the Realm. There are supposedly more of them than can possibly be counted, and each one rules over a particular phenomenon in a specific place--for example, one might be the god of a certain lake, and another might control the thunderstorms that pass above a valley. The Church condemns their worship. Open the successive spoilers if your check was high enough. DC 15 According to the Church, the Old Gods were originally subordinates of the New Gods, who left them in charge of the world while they went off to create others. The Old Gods abandoned their service, becoming prideful and selfish, and demanding mortals worship them instead of their masters. Followers of the Old Gods believe either that the two pantheons are the same and the Church just wants everyone to follow their particular gods, or that the New Gods don't exist at all. DC 20 Each of the Old Gods with mortal followers is worshiped at a temple constructed in their honor in their most sacred place. Such temples are attended by one or more priests who serve the enshrined god exclusively. Every Old God demands different rites of worship, ranging from simple prayer to human sacrifice, but most tend to get quite upset if their demands aren't met, bringing all kinds of misfortune until they're properly appeased.
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

Not much. Just that they're uncountably numerous, and each one is tied to a specific location. I would assume, Jennifer continues, that you suspect some of these Old Gods are causing the snowfall here?
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

Hanna She shrugged only the basics, my village never cared much providing the shamans kept them appeased and they kept us well , it had never been a core interest of hers even when she was young. She began looking around the room, pacing slowly and running her hand over the rock and furnishings casually - if he or another in the house was accepting she could see herself setup here for a few nights, likely warmer and better food than the rest of the area. Making a decision she moved to where the Baron sat and after looking him in the eyes for a second let her weapons and backpack down on the floor beside his chair and plunked herself in his lap your cold her voice pleasant I am feeling like I could warm you if you don't mind sharing? , with her metabolism her body was indeed fairly warm even in this weather. So what do the Old Gods have to do with anything she queried throwing an eye to Nicole who might be more studied in these things than herself or Jennifer.
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

Jennifer sighs, thinking Is she really trying to seduce him?
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

Quite alot. Nicole replied frowning at the lack of a hug. One of the old gods could be responsible for snowstorms in this valley. If their priest was arrested for heresy. Well, maybe he can't tell his god to stop? Nicole suggests.
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

Got it in one, the baron nods to Jennifer. One god in particular, actually. No arrests, he adds to Nicole, but you've got the right idea too. Let me explain. He leans back in his chair with a contemplative sigh. See, my father was the first lord of Greyhill--King Doran gave it to him after he helped conquer it from the Kith. To help keep the Kith from causing trouble after, he married one of them, my mother. Officially , she converted before they were married, but I know she never really gave up on her family's ways. His face turns grim, the shadows from the fire enhancing the impression. She passed last year, bless her. But when all this started...well, I've always had faith in the true gods, but when nothing else worked, I... He takes a deep, steadying breath, and raises his eyes to look at you again. She kept journals, and I went through them. In a few of her entries, she mentions one god, someone she calls the Queen of Wolves. Seemed to me like this Queen was connected with the winters here--my mother talked about going into the forest every year when it started to get cold, finding her temple. Never said just what happened out there, but whatever it was, she wasn't around to do it this time. And now we're dealing with this. He looks on the point of continuing before Hanna moves to sit in his lap. He raises the same eyebrow for a second before suddenly letting out a bark of laughter, though also holding up a hand to ward her off before she gets too close. Damn , I can see how you three earned your reputation! But you're barking up the wrong tree--I'm faithful to my wife.
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

Jen puts a friendly arm around Nicole, trying to make up for the baron's lack of hugs, and says So all we have to do is find this temple?
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

Nicole cuddles Jen. Not quite that simple. We also need to know whatever it is his mother did, and do it ourselves. She points out. Which means fact finding! She squeels in delight.
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

Nicole is an avid learner. Was there any notes in the journals about what was done at the temple? Jennifer says, enjoying the warth of another body up against hers.
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

Hanna Ha, well good for you and her I suppose , smirking if you and her feel like a bed warmer - well the offer is there . Turning back to the other business, so find the temple find out what your mother was doing there and appease this Queen of Wolves or at lease prevent her influence somehow - got it , gesturing to Nicole your expertise more than mine . Smiling calmly, so back to the earlier discussion lets talk reward .
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

Not many facts to find, unfortunately, the baron shakes his head. Trust me, once I found the lead, I looked everywhere. Well, everywhere I could without raising suspicion. None of what she wrote or anything we have here mentions anything about rites to the Queen of Wolves. And I've asked everyone I trust. He heaves another sigh. No, what I'm thinking is simpler. You three go to the temple--I know where that is, at least--and try to get in touch with the Queen. If she's willing to talk, find out what it'll take to make her stop this. If not, well... He shrugs. She's a god, so it's not like you can kill her, but my mother told me stories when I was a lad about people fighting the Old Gods when they got out of line, beating them into submission. I don't know if you can do it, but if she won't listen to reason, well...trying would be the best chance we have. He leans forward in his seat again. I know, it sounds insanely dangerous, and maybe it is. But I'm out of options here. We need something done, or we're all fucked. And I meant what I said about the reward. Whatever you want that I have, my daughter's hand included, he nods to Nicole, it's yours if you can fix this. He gives a searching look at each of you. Can I count on you?
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

Of course. Your people are in danger, and I've pledged my life to help those in need. Jennifer bows to the baron. I will make sure this winter ends. She rises back up, a smile on her face. With the help of my lovely companions as well, of course.
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

Can I see what your daughter looks like? You know to decide exactly on the reward. Nicole asks.
Thread: Snow-covered Boughs IC (D&D 5e, closed group)

Hanna A change came over the slight young woman as beamed a wide eager smile, not the coy smile she used normally but one might closer to the berserker she was, fight a god for an unlimited reward she let out a laugh, these are kind of stories I left home to make , frankly for the chance to test herself she might well have challanged the god for no real reason had she known where it was and been given an excuse. This was the kind of story to do her clan proud - happy to leave at once her joy clear at the prospect before her, just don't try to back track on payment after she joked.