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Thread: Takeshi's Way (w/C'est la vie) 🚫NSFW

It's perfect timing, Takeshi would respond giving her a smile savoring Kana's affectionate touch, but this little whelp has something that he'd like to say to you. Tugging on Yuki's leash making the boy gasp for air and hack. Looking down at the younger male with his arms still strung out to the side, don't you have something to tell the lady? The kobuns kept a tight grip on the submissive male ready to administer the punishment if he dared to say anything out of line or abrasive towards Kana. Takeshi wrapped an arm around Kana, pulling her to his side inhaling the trans girl's sweet scent. She doted on him so much that Takeshi wasn't sure if he could ever treat her nice enough to show his gratitude for her emotional stability and support. Yuki coughed, spraying a bit of saliva mixed with cum onto the floor, his face red from the abuse and eyes watering. The pathetic sac looked scared like a mouse cornered by a group of feral cats. Peering up to look at the couple he had wronged, his purple eyes falling onto Kana, a sense of hatred in his gaze but his head dropped forward. K-Kana, I...I'm sorry for disrespecting you and for mistreating you. After Kana said her piece Takeshi snapped his fingers and a black leather bag was placed over Yuki's head. He was tied with his hands behind his back and the kobuns started dragging him from the house. They were going to drop him off on the subway bound for Kyoto. As the front door was shut Takeshi turned his attention to his beloved Kana. They will be back once they dispose of him, but until then. Cupping her cheek within the palm of his hand Takeshi leaned in pressing his lips against hers. His other hand resting in the small of Kana's back tenderly holding her close to him with love and passion. Slowly tracing the curve to rest upon Kana's thick bubbly backside giving her small smack and a firm grope. Touching his girlfriend in such an intimate manner always aroused Takeshi. His pants growing tight, a bulge forming for Kana to see, Takeshi took Kana's hand in his own leading her to the bulge. I've missed those delicious lips being wrapped around my cock, with a swift motion Kana would be swept off of her feet and into his strong arms. Kicking the feeble bedroom door open letting it hit against the wall Takeshi tossed her onto the bed stripping himself of his clothes and standing at the edge of the bed peering at Kana. You're so beautiful, he'd mutter softly grabbing his own cock and starting to stroke himself to his full girth.
Thread: Takeshi's Way (w/C'est la vie) 🚫NSFW

Naturally Kana fell against Takeshi's side, her hand remaining buried in his messy wind swept hair, gently holding him to rest the side of his face against her stomach, still running her fingers affectionately through even as Yuki was forced to approach her. She didn't miss his still heated stare, knowing nothing was truly sincere in his apology but she had since decided that day she would not go easy on him or idiots like him from here on out. So, if shown the same mistreatment again, she would not be so kind and merciful, freely allowing Takeshi and his goons to run rampant without her there to reel him back in. Thus, she didn't say a word, merely watched on as Yuki was dragged out of the apartment, leaving just the lovers to themselves. As if sensing the shift in mood, Kira made herself scarce, climbing down Kana's arm, landing briefly on Takeshi's shoulder before hopping down to the table and scurrying off to run about the place and burn off some energy, clever girl... The blue eyed, small framed girl happily mewled, purring against her boyfriend's lips, practically melting into him, greedily following after him and whining when he pulled away, pouting cutely at him at first before her lips morphed into an adorable little grin. Eyes squinting, her manicured nails willingly ghosted over the hardened erection straining against the fabric of his jeans, Take you're such a sweet talker She giggled out, exclaiming with happy glee when he effortlessly lifted her off the ground in his strong, sturdy arms. Her own instinctively wrapping around his broad shoulders for a few moments at best before she found herself laying on the familiar surface of his bed that was just as means his as it was hers by that point into their committed relationship. The teenager beamed at her boyfriend, flushing and keening at his flourish of compliments, squirming on top of the sheets, her thick thighs rubbing together as a thrill of excitement and arousal shot through her. A small wet spot already staining her panties, proof of the effect Takeshi had on her body. She groaned, nibbling at her bottom lip, watching him through clouded, half-lidded eyes as he touched himself, practically making her drool on the spot. Slowly she sat herself up before then crawling to the edge of the bed and closer to her handsome lover, licking at her lips, gazing with obvious hunger at his thick erection. The teenage girl didn't shy away when meeting face to face, so to speak, with his throbbing cock, her eyes locked with his as her mouth willingly opened wide, her tongue lolling out. Kana sat patiently on her knees, her hands resting in-between her open legs, obediently waiting for his command, eager and ready to please him, reward him for taking such good care of her and avenging her soiled honor.
Thread: NBx Male A certain craving for bestiality and some other really weird stuff...

Feel like giving this another shot, so giving it a bump! I do have some possible thoughts about a setting, so if you like the concept but can't think of one of your own, I'm happy to make suggestions.
Thread: NBx Male A certain craving for bestiality and some other really weird stuff...

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Thread: Train Wreck (RandomAttributes & TNT)

Public Transit System, New York City - Christmas Day, Winter of 2018 William A. Dalgliesh was moderately intoxicated, just enough that he felt it was probably in his best interest and the interest of those living around him to take public transportation home instead of his own car. Could he have hailed a taxi or called an Uber? Sure, he could've, that is, if it weren't already after midnight, on a holiday. So public transportation it was, which, from the looks of it on the app he had pulled up on his cell, was going to take him a good forty-five minutes to an hour to get uptown, seeing that he was not only way downtown, but two boroughs over. Making his way below ground, the good-looking, sharp-dressed man knew for a fact that he would stand out in whatever crowd was travelling this late at night, but, to be perfectly honest, he didn't really give a shit. He needed to get home and this was pretty much the only way that was happening. So what if he was decked out in a designer tux with all of the trimmings or wearing a full-length, men's fur coat that cost him a small fortune? He was a tall, broad-shouldered, well-built man who could certainly handle himself. If someone dared to give him crap, he would just give it back. Wouldn't he? Bah. Whatever. Why was he even worrying about this to begin with? It was late. There was probably going to be just a handful of other passengers, if even that. He would probably have an entire car to himself. Right? However, as William approached the platform, after buying himself a ticket and pushing his way through the turnstile, he noticed that the volume of people waiting to catch the next train was a tad bit heavier than he had expected or, to be honest, wanted there to be. He supposed it was because of the holiday, with lots of people coming back from family gatherings or parties, just like him, but still, it was a bit much. Positioning himself so that he was towards the rear of the train, assuming that that would be the quieter end, he watched and waited for the long metal beast to rumble into the station, which it did, just a few minutes later. Stepping on, he quickly glanced up and then down the overly used car, which had certainly seen better days, and elected, at least for the time being, to stand instead of taking a seat. Once a few more passengers got off, he would consider taking one, but for now, he would just grip a floor-to-ceiling pole in the center and hold on with one of his lamb-soft, leather-encased hands. Last edited Mar 3, 2019
Thread: Train Wreck (RandomAttributes & TNT)

Jake had been riding the train almost aimlessly for over a half hour, fingers tensely drumming against the faded wash of his jeans in increasing frequency. Dark eyes listlessly darted around the compartment that he had, somehow, found a place to sit. No one was suitable. There wasn't one thing or another that he specifically liked in the people he chose, but when Jake knew someone would be a good fit, he just knew it. Perhaps it was getting harder to choose now that he was branching out as well just a few months ago he had decided that finding sloppy men and pushing them into the bathroom stall of the bar just wasn't interesting enough. It felt familiar. Routine. Now, he wanted a greater thrill that he suspected could only come from raising his own stakes. And so he waited, albeit impatiently, as the train rolled into the next station, thrumming his fingers again. The public train also helped to disguise him in a way, for he was hardly the worst-dressed well-worn combat boots, ripped jeans, and a leather jacket over a simple grey t-shirt was common enough that Jake hoped it would be harder for the people he fucked to identify him. Rough whiskers coated a strong jaw, and messy hair threatened to obscure his eyes, too. The first thing that caught his attention was a giant mass of fur rippling into the compartment - he too quickly assumed it was being worn by a very expensive lady, and was pleasantly surprised when he saw it was a man instead. A very good looking man, with very expensive taste. If Jake didn't think this was a blessing thrown his way, he might have questioned why a man who looked as if he bathed in money every morning would bother with something like the lowly public transportation system. Jake shifted, taking advantage of being cloaked by the crowd to further examine the man. The coat masked a lot, but Jake suspected the man was fit based upon the trim nature of his face. And now that he saw him, he was wondering exactly what lay beneath that luscious fur. Jake silently stood up and slipped forward, careful not to jostle anyone prematurely otherwise the length of his knife might be prematurely discovered and all his fun would be ruined. He quietly edged through the crowd until he was directly behind the man with the fur coat, angled so he could pretend to look out the window. This was absolutely perfect. That coat was just begging to be stroked, and Jake assumed that a man with that sort of taste already had a stick up his ass. A cock would be a vast improvement. The train gave Jake his first opportunity when it jostled around a wide turn. Leaning slightly, Jake gripped a ring up high to steady himself while his other hand twisted, palm stroking against the first that was around the main's waist. Jake nearly smirked to himself in delight, feeling his cock stir as the adrenaline kicked in. It had to be this man. A few moments passed before he tried again, this time using a bit more pressure to run his hand down the side of the coat, right near mid-thigh.
Thread: Train Wreck (RandomAttributes & TNT)

The reaction he got was subtle and predictable an uncomfortable shifting of the weight, a quick glance around - because heaven forbid, Jake thought with an internal chuckle - they should actually meet each others gaze. He even tried to eye up a free spot, though thankfully lucked seemed to be on his side that night. The swarm of people closed in quickly, pushing the fur-wearing man right back to where he was standing. Jake smile outright this time, feeling the familiar tingling of adrenaline and exhilaration. This was where the fun could begin. He waited until the train lurched into motion before his hand returned to that soft, tantalizing fur, stroking it almost too softly to be noticed again. Meanwhile, his eyes were doing their own quick looks around but people were tired, and seemed more inclined to stay curled away from one another, talking to their neighbor or studiously pretending they were the only ones on the entire train. It was as good as it was going to get for him to make a move. Softly, he took a small step away, pretending to shift towards a pocket of space that he saw, which also happened to be right behind the man. And then the train lurched. Jake allowed himself to stumble forward, catching himself on the man's waist. Sorry 'bout that. He grunted, but Jake didn't mean it the words were merely a distraction for how long his hands lingered, and how he shifted to step up even closer, until they were nearly chest-to-back. Shouldn't have let go of the ring... Finally, he got a small sneak-peak of what was underneath that coat as one hand neatly slipped under the man's arm, delving into the open front. Thick fingers spread out and smoothed over what felt like very expensive material and, underneath, tight, impressive abs. Jake felt his cock stir, immediately pleased with his choice. This man was going to be delectable. But he didn't want to jump too far, yet, despite wanting to. He allowed himself to savor the moment where they shared warmth, wondering how far he could tease before the other caught on. Leaning in to murmur warmly into the man's ear was too tempting to pass up. I'd suggest using both hands to keep yourself steady.
Thread: Train Wreck (RandomAttributes & TNT)

Squaring off his broad shoulders, after reluctantly taking up the same spot from earlier, William did his best to just ignore the guy in the leather jacket. At this point, he didn't have much of a choice in where he could stand, unless he wanted to push his way towards either end of the car. No. He would just stand his ground and stay right where he was. Even if the guy was trying to pull a fast one, trying to make off with his money clip, there were far too many people around for him to get away with such a questionable act. Weren't there? Glancing around, William did start to notice that pretty much everyone was minding their own business. Even the college kids had given up on the leggy blonde. He didn't blame them, really, considering he was fairly content with doing the exact same thing however, as the train lurched again, he found himself and, more specifically, his personal space being invaded by the very guy he was trying to avoid. Tensing up within his formal attire, he suddenly felt a pair of firm hands grabbing on to his muscular form right at the waist. Then, to make matters even more interesting, the guy made the bold move of pulling himself forward to that he could rub his similarly sized body up against William's backside but it was the way that his hands kept traveling, from his waist to his abdominal area, bypassing his heavy coat as they moved, that really unsettled him. Then the words came, heavy upon his ear, which surprised William even more so than the man's somewhat questionable actions. He was right up on him now, too, with his leather-clad pecs firmly pressed against William's broad, fur-covered back, and he was leaning in, ever so close, his chin practically on his shoulder, so that his mouth could now hover a mere inch or two away from his exposed lobe. Uh. Yeah. Right, he sort of mumbled, trying to play it cool, as he instinctively gripped the nearby metal pole with both of his gloved hands, not really knowing how to react to being spoken to in such an intimate manner, by another man, right out in the open, for all the world to see. Not that the guy was really doing or saying anything overly lewd, but it just felt off. He felt off.
Thread: Train Wreck (RandomAttributes & TNT)

When the man only managed a few short words Jake grinned again, feeling like he had hit the jackpot. Someone of the man's size - so close to his own - could have been tricky with a more aggressive personality. But if someone was going to brush off his advances early on like this, experience told Jake that he could easily reign in any trouble later with his knife. Mmn. Jake purposefully made a grunt that fell somewhere between a noise of agreement and satisfaction. His hand slowly began to pet upwards, following the well-defined valleys of the man's stomach up until he hit the obvious V where both sides of his suit coat were buttoned. A minor hurdle he needed to vault over. As he slowly began to work the button undone, Jake shifted his head purposefully, ghosting his lips over the man's earlobe in front of him, just for a moment like it was an accident. Tell me... He was finding it harder and harder to play innocent Jake's voice dropped a tad lower, his other hand sliding from hip to the side of the man's ass. Did you realize that you just obeyed my suggestion without a second thought? Because you did, and I certainly noticed. Finally, the oppressive button became undone there were others, but it was enough to press his hand even closer, feeling the richness of the white dress shirt underneath. Excited fingers traced over the curve of a ribcage, then the underside of a well-defined pec. What if I was to tell you... Jake's mouth was pracatically watering. He was close enough to smell the cologne on this guy, and could only imagine how good that chisled ass would feel like against his cock. There was no turning back now, he had to have this man. That you look like a man who is desperate to be fucked senseless? The rest of what little distance there was disappeared between them Jake pressed his hips forward, grinding his growing hard-on into the ass in front of him. Would I be wrong?
Thread: Train Wreck (RandomAttributes & TNT)

The more William stood right where he was and listened, just listened and did nothing, the more his insides began to grow cold. What exactly was this guy getting at and why did he think it was okay to keep his hands on him? No. Wait. Now his hands weren't only on him, but the one was undoing his jacket, as the other rested on his ass! Oh FUCK no ! his mind cursed, as he was about to make a move to haul off and deck the guy, but then the words kept coming, in that low, teasing tone, and William found himself unable to pull away, unable to do much of anything but listen. What sort of control did this guy have over him? Or...or was it just the alcohol? Was he that drunk that he couldn't react in time, couldn't react at all, beyond standing here like a fool and allowing this guy do what he was doing? Then even more words came, words that initially made zero sense to his alcohol-drenched, heterosexual mind, until, as if the fog had finally lifted or a lightbulb had come on, William became acutely aware of what this thug's intentions were. When he said fuck, he meant William being fucked, not him doing the fucking, like deep inside a pussy. And if his words weren't enough to paint a vivid picture, his actions certainly were, for the next thing William knew, he was being dry humped, right through the substantial layer of his coat and the slim layers of his tuxedo trousers and satin underwear! No, I mean, yeah...you would be, he managed to mutter, finding his voice. Now get the hell off of me, he then growled, in a low tone, not wanting to draw too much attention just yet, regardless of the fact that he'd been willing and wanting to punch the guy in the face just a moment ago. He suddenly felt compelled to handle this in a more civilized manner, for the world, as of late, had a way of turning the most trivial confrontations into bloodbaths. Who knew if this guy was armed and dangerous? Last edited Mar 5, 2019
Thread: Rio’s Grand Experiment (Kamikaze and BloodRedRomeo)

Rio Age 19 Height 511 Weight 155 lbs Born a member of the nomadic Keynar people, Rio exhibited a great talent for magic at an early age. While this gained him a position as the apprentice to the clans shaman, he found himself looking more to the outside world. Even as a child, he craved discovery. He didnt want to remain as a keeper of the old. He wanted to be a chronicler of the new. So when he was eleven, he left, heading to the tamed lands of the Hedarno Empire. There, he became a student of the renowned Hedarno Magic Academy. When he was nineteen, Rio graduated at the top of his class. As such, he was given a gift his own tower in which to live and conduct experiments. He had requested it be on the coast of the Aracosta province, a region on the fringes of the Empire. It had plenty of what he needed to conduct his studies Monster Girls. You see, humans were unique among all of the beings of the world. They were born with little natural mana, easily dwarfed by that of other races. To compensate, humans had to engage in rituals and meditation to draw mana from nature. They also couldnt use magic as freely as others. While many could instinctively use magic from a young age, humans had to engage in rigorous training to use similar spells. All of this could lead to an outside observer to thinking humans were weaker than other races, but that was far from true. Humans had one advantage that had led them to become the dominant race. For most races could only generate certain types of mana. These were also the only types of mana that they could use. A mermaid was never going to be able to cast a fire spell. But humans could use any type of magic, leading to an almost unfair advantage in warfare. They could use fire spells, ice spells, lightning spells, earth spells, and so on. With enough well trained and well prepared mages, humanity was nigh unbeatable in large scale conflicts. For Rio, he sought to fix what he had often viewed as a barrier in the way of human magic potential mana. Without the natural generation ability of other races, gathering it was always painfully slow. Its why the times in history that they had lost were in long, drawn out battles. They just couldnt replenish their reserves. But he sought to fix this through experimentation. If he could find magical beings that could generate mana naturally and find ethical ways to draw the mana from them, he could overcome that wall that always impeded his ancestors. Unfortunately, it was in pursuit of that research that found him freezing his butt off on the side of a mountain while being pelted with rain. He had spent two days searching for a candidate to try and convince to join him. Tragically, he couldnt just put up a sign and wait. He needed to go out and find them. After over an hour of rainfall, he decided to call it quits for the day. Knowing home was too far away to be able to make it back safely, he found himself heading for a cave in the side of the mountainside. Far from luxurious, but it would be warmer and drier at least. That was all he could ask for now.