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Thread: Southern Sins: Lust and Voodoo (Xeres & Mr Quixotic)

Upon stepping through the doorway of Madame Estelle's Boutique, or perhaps even approaching it, one would notice the red dust strewn over the ground of the entryway and trailing into the shop itself. The door was heavy and plain with no special markings. It required some deal of force to push open, although made no noise on its hinges. A bell sang softly as the door pushed against it. Once inside, strong arboraceous and herbal aromas wafted heavily through the musky air within. All around, there were faces. Faces and lude, naked figures carved from wood and stone. Dismembered appendages of animals all sorts ornamented the space, some displayed in glass cases, others aligned along the various shelves on the walls. It was dimly illuminated by a mixture of eclectic lighting, burning candles here, a lamp there, accentuating the eerie shapes that inhabited the shadows. Dried plants hung from the ceiling by rope and string, also perched in glass vases and decorating whatever space wasn't inhabited by other bizarre commodities, giving the interior a wild, rustic ambiance. The interior was no less warm than outside, despite the low hum of an air conditioner perched in the single window of the shop. Whether the perusers of the store were intuitively inclined or not, one could possibly feel, if they did not resist the sensation, something of a warmth that permeated deeper than the humid southern air. Perhaps it was the queer merchandise, or the smell of unfamiliar plant life, or the somewhat claustrophobic sensation that the heat and the confines concocted. There was an energy here that could only be shaken by those skeptical enough to dismiss it, those who buried it without consideration for the metaphysical. The atmosphere was simply meant to pander to the tourists, after all. Others mulled about within the boutique, examining the trinkets and fetishes with a mixture of awe and repulsion. Despite the somewhat hazardous array among the walls and other available surfaces, there was enough room to navigate past a person so long as they stood to one side and minded their surroundings. One individual, however, remained comfortably in the far end of the shop, partially obscured behind an archaic oak desk laden with yet more Voodoo goods. Smaller items, but no less valuable. Handcarved talismans that could fit into one's palm or inside a also handmade gris gris bag. More plants still, though thoroughly green and thriving unlike those that dangled overhead. And a cash register, oddly out of place among the wood and stone and leaves. Besides the clutter, the figure on the opposite side of the till was well obscured in half-light and a partially drawn, floor-length curtain that hung from an doorless threshold as they rummaged about amongst drawers and storage in the farthest end of the shop's lot.
Thread: Southern Sins: Lust and Voodoo (Xeres & Mr Quixotic)

Michael felt like he'd entered another world one back in time when he stepped through the heavy door. The air appeared to thicken and to close in around him, and to contained particles of smoke, invisible to the naked eye, but its presence able to be inducted. The sound of the entrance bell slowly clanging to a stop, and the noise of the door as it shut behind him, startled the reporter, and forced him further into the shop, where a momentary shiver, as if fingers dipped in ice had been trailed down his spine, caused goose-bumps to break out on his skin. The Journalist had been so immersed in contemplations of how he'd approach Madame Estelle that as his eyes had become accustomed to the gloom, and the different quality of light from that of outside, he'd run headfirst into the tendrils of a hanging plant, which felt to him as if a spider scurried across his scalp, and his gaze had alighted on a dried snake, head raised and fangs bared, prepared to strike, in his direct line of sight. Instinctively, his arms had raised to ward off the danger, and he'd stepped back on his heels in the red dust that now coated his shoes to avoid the spider. Then he'd admonished himself, stupid fucking superstitions , as he recovered his composure and balance, and recognised the dried animal for what it was the snake had probably been dead for longer than he'd been alive and that the plant was just a plant. Fortunately, the incident was over in a millisecond and had, he fervently hoped, gone unnoticed. Michael had seen it all before, of course - if one lived it New Orlean's, it could hardly be avoided - but that had been in the market stalls and larger boutiques that lined the main thoroughfares, where the atmosphere wasn't quite as intimate, and he took a moment to appraise the unfamiliar surroundings. The interior was small and crowded, lit by candles and lamps, with every possible nook and cranny crammed with trinkets, dolls, animal appendages, masks and talismans, and a bevy of customers browsed the merchandise. Tourists or locals? His innate curiosity compelled the questions, and induced him to finger various items, and to even lift some, inquisitive of their purpose, from a resting place for closer examination. The man displayed great care to not knock any of the shelves, or to bump against the cabinets, in case the items should fall and break, as he walked. With gentle nudges, and touches of the shoulder, Michael weaved his way through the clientele to the rear of the boutique, where he'd noted the figure of what he took to be a woman silhouetted through a partially closed curtain. A stock room, and the mysterious Black Witch, he presumed. The rap of his knuckles on the oak service desk cut through the eerie silence, reminiscent of a library, where people spoke in hushed whispers, when he leaned across the counter, and in a clear, strong voice, called out. Excuse me, I'm looking for Madame Estelle.
Thread: Southern Sins: Lust and Voodoo (Xeres & Mr Quixotic)

The man's voice carried easily throughout the hushed shop, turning heads of other customers with its resonance. The figure buried in the darkness at the back of the shop paused and seemed to look in his direction as well, although still obscured behind half a curtain and the scarce light of the room beyond. You've come to the right place, came a husky voice from the shadows. The response sounded welcoming, though slightly coy as well. Although that may cost you a seance to reach her... The woman spoke with the pace of an elderly person, each word hanging in the air as though each syllable held value. She made her way forward from the back room, revealing herself as she pushed the half-drawn curtain aside, stepping into the light emanating from the lamp on the front counter. ... Considering that she no longer dwells in the land of the living. It was no wizened old hag that was illuminated by the warm light of the lamp and the candles and the sheer atmosphere of the shop. This woman's skin was unmarred by the war against time, glowing with youth. It was the color of creamed coffee. Her hair was a mess of untamed curls, defiant against women's styles of that decade. She wore no eye makeup or lipstick, her rich brown eyes rimmed with thick lashes, her lips ample, the most keen betrayer of her mixed race. No white woman could boast such naturally full lips, tan skin, and a body so full it seemed fit to burst from her creamy white dress, decorated only in a belt around her hips, accentuating her bust. Bracelets of wood and bone and leather encompassed both wrists, the trinkets of the boutique in the form of jewelry. No, it was her. She was the energy of the boutique, personified. Dark, wild, strange. The woman placed a hand on her hip, tilting her head ever so slightly as she took in the man's red hair and stern look, a soft smile playing on her lips as she awaited his response.
Thread: Southern Sins: Lust and Voodoo (Xeres & Mr Quixotic)

His voice reverberated off the walls in the confined, cluttered spaces of the boutique, and Michael immediately regretted having not lowered it from its normal volume. The last thing he desired was to bring attention to himself, however a glance over his shoulder quickly eased that concern. Apart from an odd bob of the head here and there, to see who it was that had broken the silence, the majority of the customers were too immersed in their selection of the variety of goods on sale, to have cared. Michael presumed the boutique to be a place where the clientele mostly kept to themselves, and didn't make waves possibly in the event that caused their intent for being there to be questioned . Issues with your husband? A Voodoo doll, perhaps? That thought elicited a chuckle as he turned in the direction of the one voice that had answered him, and the vague response sunk in. If it's a sance I require, I gather I've entered the correct establishment. Or is that someone elses superstition? They're all pretty much the same to me. He spoke lightly, and the words were accompanied by a welcoming smile in readiness for the figure's emergence, however any concept of immediate further conversation was dispelled when she stepped into view. Although her timbre had sounded youthful, his mind had retained the preconceived notion of an elderly hag, and Michael's pupils widened in surprised when, instead, a young, attractive woman appeared. Obviously of mixed race, the bracelets, trinkets, and contrast of a white dress against dark skin served to draw his attention its colour, and the body it adorned. The Journalist struggled to hold back a whistle of approval as his eyes lowered to appraise her physique, then slowly lifted to take in the shock of wild hair, and finally came to a full rest on her face. She possessed an exoticness that was the antithesis of his wife Amy - the epitome of a stereotypical, middle-class, big-city raised, private-school educated, white girl -, and Michael's expression displayed a mixture of interest and curiosity when he finally responded. So, if Madame Estelle no longer dwells in the land of the living, who might you be, and why would I have been sent here in search of a dead woman?
Thread: Southern Sins: Lust and Voodoo (Xeres & Mr Quixotic)

If she had observed his eyes scouring her body and lighting up in silent, internal praise, she made no mention of it. She placed a hand on the oak desk, leaning her weight into it languidly. Her demeanor was relaxed and without proper poise, but her gaze betrayed her focus. The shop girl had her dark eyes fixated on the customer, as intently focused on him as a lazy cat examining potential game. Well, mon chri, I cannot tell you exactly why anyone would... send you, she emphasized this with a quirked eyebrow, mais je suis la petit-fille de Madame Estelle. Her granddaughter, that is. My name is Seline. Although her English was immaculate, her pronunciation was caressed with the accent of Cajun French, mingled with a soft southern twang and enriched by the dulcet tone that those of black decent all seem to inherit, deep and soulful. She spoke slowly and sweetly as though savoring every word before allowing it to glide forth from her tongue and lips. As for a seance, I can promise you that superstition has little to do with communion with the dead. Surely you haven't come all the way from New York to exchange queries with ma Mm. There are much more lively folk in this city to have a conversation with. Seline offered a smile, her eyes still locked keenly on her new customer. What's your name, chr?
Thread: Kidnapped and Changed by RobBase086 and angie

Mr. Steven Palmer began to enter the building that he owned. It was a genetics lab. Mr. Palmer was 43 years old, stood 5,4, short black hair, and brown eyes. He weighed 140 pounds. The assistant Ms. Davis walked up to him. Mr. Palmer could you sign this? Mr. Palmer looked at her and asked, What is this for Ms. Davis? She turned and looked at him. It is the new drug that will replace plastic surgery. Mr. Palmer was quite intrigued in hearing about this and walked past a lab where a unfamiliar person was working. He watched and noticed her. He just watched her work.
Thread: A Dragons Harem (Daxxel x OoAkemioO

The treaty had been going well Tori had signed his part and was conversing with nobles from the other country in a bit to show his honest decorum towards their peaceful resolve. However, the calm didnt last as a rumble quaked from beneath and the sound of men raging echoed. A knight grabbed his arm leading him from the ancient citadel that was being used then all went black. Upon waking some odd hours later, the male found himself in a position hed never been in before. He was naked, suspended from the ceiling of some dark room by thick ropes that bit lightly into his skin. Skin a shade of mocha, and wild amber eyes peered about until another realization dawned and the creature let out a moan. Buried deep inside him was something foreign, and to make matters worse he could feel anothers flesh against his own. They were bound together, a single dildo shared between their asses his hard cock begged for release and another wriggle caused him to whine. W-Who... Where are we? he whined, trying not to, but still moving causing another piercing pleasure to surge through him. W-Who are you? A deep chuckle escaped as lights turned on, revealing the two princes to be in some bondage dungeon. A glass wall separated a small group of watches, while a single male stepped forward. Kasial prince of the dragon kin, his naked frame was scaled in beautiful white with splotches of black, a long mane fell from his head while a semi hard cock, curved and ridged hung from a scaled sheath. Welcome... To your new home loves... he spoke, pressing a button which caused the dildo within the two to move quickly with body quaking vibrations. You two are henceforth my pets... otherwise... he motioned to a screen showing imagery of the capitals of both nations. Your families get vaporized... questions?
Thread: A Dragons Harem (Daxxel x OoAkemioO

Kaleb sat at the table discussing foreign issues with one of the delegates and a particularly dull nobleman that his father sent along. Suddenly the ground shook and the sounds of war thundered around them. Kaleb stood and tried to run for a door but everything went black. As kaleb slowly work his body felt cold and sore, his wrists and ankles felt tight and something was pressed tightly against him. Suddenly the other thing moved which caused a sharp pain to rocket through his body, but also a strange pleasure to surge to his groin. What the hell is.. he said as he opened his eyes and realized he was suspended in the air buck naked and that the thing bound to him was the prince of the neighbouring kingdom WHAT THE FUCK!?!? he shouted and tried to get away as a pale scaled dragon spoke to them. Do you have any idea who I am? I am the crown prince of Adriah, and I demand you release me! he shouted at the dragon. Kaleb let out a yell as the dildo began to move inside him causing great pain but also making his aching cock throb and pulse begging for release.
Thread: A Dragons Harem (Daxxel x OoAkemioO

You are prince to a kingdom now held captive by our warheads... his eyes grew cold, and he wandered to the male a sharp back hand to his face before he lifted him by the chin. Or would you rather see Adriah wiped clear off the map? W-What do you... Ah... Mean? Toris eyes quaked as the dragons tail moved, curling around his erection and undulating. He whimpered, and gasped much more receptive that Kaled seemed to be. It would be obvious that he had experienced this sort of thing, well at least the penetration before. W-What... I... he wriggled, a dazed look on his face as he felt himself grow so close. coorgrayI mean... We are holding you two hostage so your kingdoms can do nothing. In the meantime... Unless you want us to go ahead and strike them down you two will obey me.color Kasial smirked, his lips nearing Kaleb before he took him in a dark, deep, and dominating kiss. His scaled claw moved to stroke the others chest, down to his waist then grabbed hold and squeezed the throbbing erection. Also... crown prince... I too am future heir to House Inava... Rulers of Demore the dragons den. Do you truly think youve any hope against the likes of us? By now his erection was huge, easily thirteen inches of ridged dragon cock with what seemed to be a knot near the end. Now... Do you wish to feel me, or your fellow pet within you Kaleb... One of these cocks is going into that hole so best decide...
Thread: A Dragons Harem (Daxxel x OoAkemioO

Kaleb yelped as he was hit and then felt his stomach turn as he felt the dragon kiss him and his hand on Kaleb's chest. Kaleb tried to stifle a moan ad his cock was gruffly squeezed, pain and pleasure surging through his body more. Fuck you! he spat at the dragon when Kasial asked Kaleb to choose who would mount him.
Thread: A Dragons Harem (Daxxel x OoAkemioO

No dear, fuck you. A few buttons were pressed, and the two were reconfigured, Tori yelped as the dildo was removed, only to be replaced by Kaleb's cock. Please... D-Dont make him mad. he begged, whining a little as his hips started moving. Meanwhile, Kasial moved to Kaleb's ass, poking a finger into the hole exploring the inside. oh you are tight... I'm sure it'll hurt good when I slid this in... after a moment he removed his finger and poked in the tip, allowing inch by inc of his ridged erection to enter until he had about six inches inside. Then he started to move his hips, slowly pumping so that another inch entered, and another he'd do this until every ounc minus his knot' was within.
Thread: A Dragons Harem (Daxxel x OoAkemioO

Kaleb yelp as he was moved and the intruding object fell away. He held back a moan as his aching member pressed into the other prince's rear. Kaleb squirmed as the dragon's finger probed him and he screamed when he felt his hole forced open by the dragon's large cock. Every inch of the dick burned in Kaleb and he screamed louder when Kasial began thrusting, each thrust forcing his hips to thrust into Tori.
Thread: A Dragons Harem (Daxxel x OoAkemioO

Tori gasped, trying to keep in rythem for fear of angering the dragon. Meanwhile, said dragon started to slide more and more into Kaleb until he was thrusting hard. Scream little bitches, your mine now... He smacked Kaleb's ass, then grabbed hold of Tori's cock and stroked it. What do you think Prince Kaleb... You like having a divine dragon fucking you?
Thread: A Dragons Harem (Daxxel x OoAkemioO

Kaleb panted hard trying to control his reaction but would moan or yell if a thrust hit a spot inside him hard enough.
Thread: A Dragons Harem (Daxxel x OoAkemioO

The dragon kept going, such a stubborn boy. Oh well Kasial reared back then pushed in hard, knot forcing its way into the other's body as he began to spill pre. Now you're mine he kept moving, knot sliding around inside the other as his cock poked at the other's insides. Poor Tori could do nothing more than cry as he felt each thrust into Kaleb resound into him.
Thread: A Dragons Harem (Daxxel x OoAkemioO

Kaleb Screamed as the dragon knotted him tears streaming down his face as he bit his lower lip to try and keep from screaming again
Thread: A Dragons Harem (Daxxel x OoAkemioO

The dragon merely held himself there, filling the other up with thick seed. He had no need to release either of them anytime soon.
Thread: A Dragons Harem (Daxxel x OoAkemioO

Kaleb whimpered and tried not to make any more noise closing his eyes tightly
Thread: A Dragons Harem (Daxxel x OoAkemioO

Smiling, he started to nibble at the human's flesh, pushing a few more times before smacking his ass. Who said you could stop working those hips... Your friend needs release.
Thread: A Dragons Harem (Daxxel x OoAkemioO

Part of Kaleb wanted to resist the dragon's orders but the other part told him to obey or it would be worse for him, so Kaleb tried his best to thrust into the other boy
Thread: A Dragons Harem (Daxxel x OoAkemioO

Tori cried as he was thrust into while the dragon's hips moved quickly to pound at Kaleb. Both creatures panted as the one in the middle was used to pleasure them.
Thread: Writing Journal and Character Development

I needed a separate journal for some character crafting and brainstorming. Comments welcome. -Katlynn Nightingale- Perhaps she had spent far too long wasting away inside of her chambers, but she absolutely dreaded the idea of leaving it. It was a place of comfort, a place of stability as she watched the world outside change and evolve into something much bigger than she ever thought it would be. Her kind had come and gone, letting the lessers have a space all on their own. They needed it, they had reproduced exponentially since the original age and even found ways to increase their lifespan. It was fairly amusing to see such weak creatures focused on living longer. After all, by a certain age their bodies started to break down and they became less useful. But...she supposed she could admire their tenacity. Their never ending quest to become more than a lesser species. Was it possible? Perhaps...however not without aid from the beings who made them in the first place. What they would call as God, an omnipotent deity who was responsible for their creation in the first place. They had forgotten long ago that it was not one, it was many who invented the very thing that created them. And their tiny little world was allowed to exist because those being chose to let it be. Imperfect, lesser creations would eventually suffer from extinction and then their world would cease to exist. Then their souls would be recycled and molded into new beings, something better and more efficient. And perhaps less...fragile.
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Thread: Let's Play With Fairy Blood! [MxM/MxF]

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Thread: The (pregnancy) Hunger Games! (FxF)

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