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Thread: Dealing with a Dragon - Syrupy & Akemioo

Well this entire scenario was just going splendidly wasn't it? It was truly as if Alexander was made for this kind of treatment. He was certainly taking to it well... Interesting to see if the rest of his body would take to it just as well. Maleficar's cock was quick to recover, partially due to his own fiendish stamina but also due to the way that this hungry little whore was already back to sucking at him like the greedy bitch he so obviously was intended to be. The arch-fiend used the boy's horns to once again pull him away from his cock, forcing his face up to meet his eye. I'll fuck you like you so obviously need you little wanton bitch. But only after you've promised yourself to me. One hand released it's grip on Alexander's horns and twirled in an intricate gesture that was obviously a spell both by the finesse of the motion as well as the acid green and dark purple auras that were suddenly smoking off of his fingers. After a few moments what was obviously a collar appeared, the same color as the earlier magics that had summoned it. There were no tags or writting upon it, but anyone at this school who saw it would know simply by its style and make - as well as the redolent magic of the thing - that it was Maleficar's. He dropped it to the ground in front of Alexander. You'll get fucked like you need after you put this on. Once you put it on, willingly, only I will be able to remove it and it will bind you me for as long as I see fit. So what'll it be slut? Your freedom or the fucking you crave?
Thread: Dealing with a Dragon - Syrupy & Akemioo

He swallowed as the others cock grew not truly wanting anything more than to properly clean it. Yet, as his eyes moved to peer at Maleficars he smiled. Master... he started, nodding gently as he watched the male move and perform his magic. The energy moved through the air, causing him to shudder as he took it in. It was his master, the magic that made him a true fiend. ... M-Master... A-Anally I am still virginal... I-Ive only used toys. He fidgeted as he said this, amazed when the collar was crafted. As it hit the floor he stared at it for a moment lifting it and moving it around in his hand. He could feel the magic pulsing, he closed his eyes feeling his master before nodding. Wouldnt that be truest freedom Master? He questioned, unlatching it slowly and placing it around his neck. A visible shudder as he felt magic surge through him. A gasp escaped, and he fell to all fours wriggling. M-Master? without awaiting anything, he rose and once more took to kissing along the fiends cock lapping at the head for a moment, then staring at him. What may I do to please you my master? Soft tears pricked at his eyes, and he quickly wiped them before smiling. I-Ive always needed to be wanted. He continued to rub at his eyes before leaning forward once more and snuggling at the mans leg as if he were a kitten showing affection. ...Please... Break me... Remake me into what will make you happy... M-Make you want to keep me for eternity... For the moment, he continued to snuggle obviously awaiting any command that would be given to him.
Thread: Dealing with a Dragon - Syrupy & Akemioo

Maleficar's instincts wanted nothing more than to shift into his truer form and mount this little mewling creature. Fill him - literally fill him - with his seed. The collar bound them nicely, but fucking the boy in his true form would tie this little demonic slut to his wishes further still. And as Alexander wriggled on all fours below him, so submissive and servile, he nearly did just that. But, Maleficar wasn't one to allow himself to be completely ruled by his instincts... Strong though they may be. Perhaps there was something to be said for waiting. Toys you say? The arch-fiends brow quirked upwards and once again his hands worked in a spell similar to that which had summoned the collar. What materialized in his hand this time however was something entirely different, though it still shared the same colors to match. The dildo-plug, whatever it was made of, was massive. Bigger even than Maleficar's cock, in his human form at least. The base flared further wide, suggesting that it was perhaps meant to be left inside for periods of time. This too he held out for Alexander. Nothing like this I assume? Use it, since you obviously can't stand the idea of being so empty - you cock-hungry mongrel. I want to see you impale yourself on this.
Thread: Dealing with a Dragon - Syrupy & Akemioo

Master? he questioned as the male began to work his magic once more. The horned draconic male was quite adapt at his conjurations a thing causing Alexander to admire him more. As it moved to him the boy held the plug, body visibly quaking as he admired it. Thrill shot through him, fear, want, admiration. How was he to handle this thing? He didnt care. No Master, but I will do as you command. P-Please be patient with me. Looking about, he slowly moved to a more central spot in the room. Setting the plug down, he moved some of the various pillows into a pile and rested his body in such a manner as to be seen. His legs spread, showing his tight hole, and the boy moved his fingers to his lips suckling them much as he had Maleficars cock earlier. Soft whines escaped as he did so, until they moved downwards and began to toy with his rectum. It didnt take long for the first finger to slip inside, poking and prodding his free hand moved to lift the toy. At first he licked at the tip, before shoving it down into his throat gagging yet deep throating as if it were his masters cock. By this time a second and third finger were added to his hole and the boy was whimpering and groaning in sheer pleasure as he stretched himself. A gasp escaped when he removed the plug from his throat, again moving so that its base rested on the floor. Using his hands as support and for aiming, he lowered his body until the tip passed into him. Slowly, inch by inch until he rose nearly off and began to move at a quickened pace. His face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain as he moved lower, stretching his insides likely ripping them a little. This continued for a time, until he finally felt prepared. His speed increased, his cock bouncing up and down with him, pre-cum staining his soft white pubes before he rose almost off then fell hard. With a Shlurp! he forced his entire hole over the knot, screaming loudly enough that his voice likely carried to the lower floors. His cum shot out of him, staining the floor and a bit of his stomach before he fell on his back writing. Tears poured from his eyes as the pain of such a stretching hit him yet he had a more primal concern. With all his strength he turned onto his stomach, crawling to the stains and lapping them up. Soon, he was at his masters feet, nuzzling his leg his own hips wriggling as he whimpered. F-Forgive me... I-I didnt mean to cum... I-Im so sorry Master. he began to lick the mans boots, obviously pleading for pardon in not having asked for his release. His body obviously being pushed as it quaked and quivered beneath its own weight.
Thread: Dealing with a Dragon - Syrupy & Akemioo

The entire thing was quite a show. Again, it was the type of scenario where, had Maleficar been nearly anyone else, he would have been shoving the boy face down into the stone floor and fucking him bloody. Instead Maleficar just watched with his bright, glinting yellow eyes. His entire expression was one of content at the very least, arousal and self-satisfaction more so. Even impressed, though he disguised the emotion well enough, when his little pet managed to impale himself completely on the considerable length and girth he'd been assigned. Those expressions fell when Alexander came. Rippling out in their place was the briefest look of pure malice before Maleficar schooled himself back into something more calm and fitting for the scenario. He settled on stern displeasure. I see I've underestimated what a greedy little slut you really are. He nudged Alexander of of his leg, glancing down at him with mild revulsion. He shouldn't have expected immediate obedience out of whichever little bitch just happened to fall in his path but... He'd been perhaps too lenient with this one so far. That fucking your whore body wants will obviously have to wait, since you've made such a mess of yourself and the floor. I'm not in the habit of rewarding toys that don't obey. Maleficar rolled his eyes over Alexander's body, curled around itself at his feet. He was mollified slightly to see the toy still inside him. Stand up, if you can.
Thread: Dealing with a Dragon - Syrupy & Akemioo

Tears poured from his eyes as his master kicked him away. He quaked on the floor holding himself as he whimpered. Im so sorry master. he pleaded, before looking to the man with quaking eyes. He nodded, trying to use the bed to rise only to fall back with a shrill cry as his ass hit the floor forcing the dildo to wriggle. He sat frozen, staring emptily before once more trying to move. Again he held the bed, swallowing as he writhed. He found mild balance, then finally rose to standing though quaking all the while. His eyes shifted from the floor to those deep sulfuric ones that peered at him. He whimpered. ... I... Forgive me Master I-I will take whatever punishment I must. The look of him made it obvious he was close to loosing himself. His eyes rolled even as tears flooded from them, and the color of his flesh grew even more pallid. He was pushing himself too far too fast, and his body couldnt handle it. ... I... Want to only please Master... Please teach me... How to do so...
Thread: Not in that hole!

RE futa play Would you like a RP with a friendly pent up non anthro talking stallion who'd love to inflate you with warm cum?
Thread: Not in that hole!

RE futa play bump
Thread: Not in that hole!

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RE looking for MF bump
Thread: Ariel's Secret Pilgrimage

This sounds interesting, I could join in as a dark Knight serving the dark goddess.
Thread: Ariel's Secret Pilgrimage

That would be great
Thread: Ariel's Secret Pilgrimage

Yup sounds really interesting, I'm up for it too
Thread: Happy Birthday, Rave!

Happy birthday, Rave! 333 Hope your day is super fantabulous!!! cake and ice cream...bursts into song hugs
Thread: Happy Birthday, Rave!

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Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

Doctor Andrew Randall Holmes. The man radiated every polished and distinguished stereotype that such a name seemed to hold within the stenciled letters of the silver name plate that rested upon his desk. It was something he brought in his briefcase to every class, almost a clich really, and before the class began he pulled it out and set it down like it was a banner flying. It was something that had become habitual for the man, a way of reminding others of who and what he was, but that was the power of such an individual. He had long learned, unlike most people, that you had to establish boundaries. You had to ensure even in the smallest of ways that the hints were read on the unconscious level, before they ever made it to the conscious. With that in mind, even in his youth he had begun dressing impeccably. He had begun practicing his diction, his smile, his brooding gaze. So it came as no surprise that visage was more akin to a hammer blow when he slowly looked up to gaze at the young lady standing in front of him. She was standing there timidly, she was holding herself in a position of practical subservience in a social setting. Arms in front, books placed for protection, her gaze almost swept downwards so that it did not quite meet his own. Everything about her gave off the exact opposite of what his own intentions were. So he studied her in that moment, studied her and took in everything about her. His eyes gazed solemnly, hazel and brilliant, admiring her beauty for a brief second before filing that away. She was a lovely little creature wasn't she...alternative and pale, every aspect tailored to say that she was a rebel in some fashion. Just being herself, just doing what she liked, just the social outcast who didn't quite fit in anywhere....except with all the other social outcasts. He did not believe her for a moment. No, she wanted something and so she was affecting the mannerisms designed to get her what she needed. Typical. He stood and looked away from her, not bothering to speak as he began to put his materials up. Closing his books, his graded works, his planner. He put his brief case on the table as he stood there, and standing there it was easy to see how intimidating he might be. Nearly six feet in height, his shoulders were muscled and broad, his frame maintaining that v-shaped power of an athlete who took care of himself, and yet his greying hair emphasized his age. His brow furrowed between his eyes, narrowing his features, the austereness showing as he picked up that name plate and placed it in his briefcase. Resignation in his voice as he finally addressed her. Ms. Lakes, is it not? I imagine you want to speak concerning your grades. He said it with certainty, that was always the reason a student wished to speak to him. It was not as if he wanted to engaged them in further conversation outside of class after all, so it was not leap of imagination to imagine that the young lady was displeased that he had been so critical of her recent paper.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

He was ignoring her. Odessa's grasp on her books tightened somewhat, her elbows growing stiff and locking. She watched rather dumbly as he made something of a performance of putting his belongings back into his suitcase, meticulously picking things up one by one, almost as if he had obsessive compulsive disorder. Odessa wondered briefly if he did. His voice startled her and she looked up at him, her eyes widening a bit more. She felt like a deer in the headlights. Odessa opened her mouth for a second, only to produce no sound. She shook her head. Ah, yes, Sir, Odessa began, as if she was not used to the sound of her own voice. I'm having some difficulties understanding the concepts we've been going over for the past few months. I hope I'm not wasting your time.. Odessa trailed off slightly, noting how he seemed to be somewhat expectant, if not a little bit impatient. She felt foolish suddenly and turned her gaze down again, running her thumb over the leather side of one of her notebooks. I've been attending different study groups, Odessa continued suddenly, forcing herself to look back up at him as she spoke. He seemed the type of character who demanded such respect. At least twice a week I've met up with others to try and get some help from my peers who understand, and it feels like such a simple thing to get the grasp of, I don't know why it's not clicking with me. Odessa appeared to be pouting, looking quite forlorn. Dr. Holmes stood before her, a great pinnacle of knowledge and righteousness, and Odessa faltered at his feet. I was wondering if you had any suggestions for me, Odessa said, finishing her little speech. She was not certain if asking him for help directly was the best option at this point. By the way he seemed to dismiss her when she first came up, opting for packing himself up instead, it seemed he was either too busy to help her out, or simply did not care to give her the time of day.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

Straightening his shoulders he merely raised an eyebrow at her explanation. Obviously it was not as if he felt he was teaching a high level course with this work and he considered it rudimentary at best. The very idea that she was having a difficulty, the very thought rankled him. Not that he could imagine a person would not, not everyone was a gifted individual, but he knew Odessa already. He had taken an active interest in her scholastics when he saw her grades slipping, had shown a brief hint of interest in her and her accolades. She was not someone who would have considered slow by any means of the word and his disapproval of her seemed to radiate in every way a human being could have expressed themselves. He started to turn away, to pick up his belongings and leave with perhaps a word of dismissal, but then he paused. He paused and spoke with exasperation in those words. Ms. Lakes, he said, his eyes never having left her visage even as she hemmed and hawed not to meet his own. It is evident that it is not a lack of skill, not a lack of talent. It is a lack of interest. This is a freshman level Ethics course, Ms. Lakes. Surely you cannot tell me that it is beyond your capabilities? He made a small tsking noise with his tongue, letting himself finally take the briefest of moments as she looked down in order to gaze at more than just her face. It was in that moment that he had other considerations, other thoughts that entered his eyes. Thoughts that might very well show the professor did not quite agree with his own ethics course work. Glancing down he turned his wrist up to look at his watch, noting the time and that the room was not going to have another course for more than a couple of hours. He had no pressing business, nothing that prevented him from continuing this discussion. She wanted suggestions did she? She wanted his aid? Very well, he would provide it and then she could accept it as she wished. He felt a stirring inside of himself as he thought of the possibilities, a thrill of hormones that rushed deep inside of his very soul and he nearly made a yearning sound of appreciation. To say that he found her attractive was an understatement. Instead how he felt was something much more dangerous, something much more visceral. He found her vulnerable. He placed his briefcase back upon the desk, sitting it down and placing his hands upon it as he looked at her and then he casually asked a question that had no place in their conversation. His eyes were narrow, hard even, testing the boundaries with that one question. After all there was no point in doing much of anything if this was enough to have her scurrying out of the room. She was an intuitive young thing, she would understand the hint in the question itself and his voice rather solemnly asked. Are you wearing any panties today, Ms. Lakes?
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

Odessa frowned, mentally kicking herself for him implying that she simply was not interested. She mulled it over in her mind, fleetingly so, and supposed he might have had some sort of point about that. She didn't spend much time thinking about ethics, what was right and what was wrong Ms. Lakes could easily be described as selfish. She did not make a display of it like most girls her age did, going out and clubbing and getting high and taking the morning-after pill. No, Odessa wasn't flamboyantly self-indulgent. Her selfishness was within herself, spending too much time in her dorm room, hiding from everyone else with the curtains drawn, practicing taxidermy or reading about witchcraft. Odessa was self-indulgent with both her privacy and her distaste in most other people. As Dr. Holmes felt a stirring in his loins, a fire that burned deep in his belly, Odessa felt an odd chill travel through her body, starting at the base of her spine and crawling up into the back of her mind. It felt like something was crawling around inside of her skull and suddenly, her gaze was trapped on her professor's face. His mouth was moving. He was asking her a question. Odessa was quite pale to begin with, but when he questioned her about her undergarments, the color of her flesh changed to something that would make one look ill, as if they had not seen sunlight in months. Her eyes widened just slightly, the pretty little turquoise things glistening inside of her skull. What did he just ask her. Why couldn't Odessa answer. Y-Yes, Odessa breathed, her mouth forming words without her permission. The panties in question hardly served their purpose of an actual garment and left little to the imagination, exposing almost the entirety of her backside beneath her dress. Some might question just why a girl would wear such scandalous panties on a regular day of the weak, but to Odessa, it was her fun little secret her boost of confidence and armor that no one else could see. At once, Odessa took a single step away from his desk. Whether she was beginning to make a run for it or preparing to step back and give him a view was unknown, but the look on her face was trembling fear and confusion.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

The response she gave him was breathtaking and he raised both eyebrows in surprise at the way her body changed and shifted. He had surprised her to be sure, but that much? Enough to send her fleeing and scurrying away like the hapless little animal she might happen to be? The way her skin suddenly paled with the shock of it? No, he thought, no there was so much more to that question. So much more to be yielded if he decided to push. He had every intention to push. He gave a solemn glance towards the door once more, ensuring that there was nobody that was going to come round and then he moved around his desk. She had stepped back as if she were a prey animal sniffing the air for fear of danger, so he knew he had to have a light touch at the moment. He could press the advantage, perhaps try to take her physically, but he was certain that would go poorly. No, he had to play this in a different fashion if he wanted to capture this little creature. He had to make her feel like she had participated, like she had played a part in her own downfall. It made him smile inside at the idea that she would be sickened by the debauchery that she might partake in. He enjoyed it, he could not help himself. He enjoyed making a woman feel compromised, feel desecrated. That was the better word for it. How many had he placed his hands upon in his long tenure at the college? How many had he shown that terrible side to himself? He could not count the numbers, it had begun so very long ago, and now Odessa stood there and he gave a small smirk at her...as if she were beneath him. Obviously in his mind she was. He gave that smirk as he leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms and he peered at her with intensity before finally speaking. Show me. Go on. Show me, Ms. Lakes. Surely you can get the hint can you not? That perhaps your grades might see a slight turn upwards if you decided to play my games with me? So, if you can stomach it, he gave a teasing smile, this time actually showing an expression that radiated up into his eyes. Humor. Humor at her predicament. If you can...accept it, well, then show me and we can discuss some extra study habits that might benefit you.