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Thread: Mercury Milk

She walked down the docks, nearing the lines of tape, flashing lights, and clusters of cops and technicians. The flashes of the camera sparking in the gray morning. It all felt too familiar, even the corpse. She eyed it as she walked around the outline. Pretty dead girl with a gaping cunt. How many times had she seen that one? As sad as it might be, it was still a clich. Another demented rapist, another shitty morning. One of her hands left the pocket of her dark grey coat, jeans almost touched the damp ground, stretching around sensible shoes. She ran every morning, rain or shine, before the sun came up and her phone rang, though recently shed started to wonder why she bothered. It wasnt often they chased anyone. No, with this gig it was mostly documenting crimes, filling out paperwork and cornering sickos who more often than not were sitting pantless with a gun in their mouths. Ange Taylor hadnt bothered to look at the corpse for long, finding Allyard instead and scowling at his coffee. She should have picked one up, it would have given her hand something to do other than hang at her side. Youre kidding right? She asked, turning her sharp blue eyes on the horizon, away from the scene and toward the origin of the persistent ocean wind. Her dark brown hair, more or less carelessly pulled up just to get it away from her face, was finding its way back in lashing strands. She should cut it, but if she did she wouldnt be able to pull it up and then where would she be? Shouldnt you drop this on one of the newbs so they can enjoy IDing the jiz? Shed looked long enough to see there wasnt much to this. Another perverted psycho, this one with a big dick, but still not smart enough to wear a condom. Or maybe condoms didnt come in his size.
Thread: Mercury Milk

And there, enter the wildcard. She'd been in the game long enough that they didn't have to pretend to have sympathy. That was a good point to their relationship. Ange was irritated. Morgan hadn't expected anything else. Maybe she thought he was going to let this discretely finds its way onto her desk. He'd done that in the past. That'd be nice, for this to be open and shut. He sipped his coffee again and looked her over and nodded in annoyance. The wind tugged at Nina's plastic film again. Stupid lab people. Would've like that, Taylor. But she's high profile. He moved the cup in the direction of the corpse. This wasn't rape. He declared. They had seen enough to know when it was and when it wasn't. She'd know too, if she'd bother to check. She wanted all of it. Not the death part, maybe. He shrugged and emptied his cup, let the wind blow him in the face for a second. BAU says it's a display, the way she was originally set down. He came over to her, mocking a smirk - a douche pretending to be a guy who pretended to be a douche - and touched her shoulder, looked into her blues with his greens. But I think they might be putting on a show because of her last name. Nina Ivory, daughter of Ivan who leads the Ivory group. The raven returned, riding the wind easily as it dove toward the mass of people tending to the dead. Unintentional domestication and its own perch as a top aerial predator on these docks had made it brave. The shadow coming from the ocean grew larger. The plastic around Nina opened up around her leg. The boy who had been struggling to fasten the film around her was still fumbling with his pad, trying to access the right program. Suddenly he straightened, his twitching fingers ignoring the screen as the bird cut close, some of the officers who could see what was about to happen grunted, rolled their eyes at another failure on the first day. But the boy switched persona to a man, eyes hidden underneath his cap as he extended his hand to catch the feathered projectile by the neck. He allowed the animal some sounds of anger and panic before he twisted, using the spread wings to keep the bird still in the air while he turned its head. Calmly he tossed the raven aside. Impact to the ground drew a last squawk from its lungs before it too was at the mercy of the wind. The boy continued to fumble with his pad, even a dozens of eyes were wide on him. So I guess what I'm saying is that you got this one. The rats will call you about the results on the jiz. Allyard said, frowning as if he wanted to offer his apology for sticking her with this. I already booked the coroner for you later today.
Thread: Mercury Milk

She groaned, using that hand free of her jacket to push back escaped hair, turning to look at the mess under the plastic only to have that hair whipping back into her face. She laughed, it was a cold hollow sound. She wanted all of it, he said. It was a bold enough line to make him a suspect if she didnt know him better. But she knew him well enough that it didnt even chip away any of her respect for him. Men were so narrow sometimes. Just because a woman took it didnt mean she wanted it. Honestly, Ange didnt care how this came around or if the dead girl had been a complete masochist, maybe shed loved it right up until the end. It didnt matter, because it had ended with her being dead and that left some bastard out there proud of his dick and the mess hed made with it. And now that bastard was her problem. Nina Ivory. Great. She saw the bird, saw the newb. She frowned curiously. Thanks. She muttered to Allyard before walking away and absorbing the short distance to the guy with the pad. She took it from him, turning it to look through the cataloged information and photos. You kill birds often? She asked casually, not bothering to look at him. Squirrels? Cats? The coroner pick up had finally arrived, men working a gurney out of a van with a body bag ready. It was probably best they get her out of sight before the first news camera showed up, and if this girl was really important then they would be slipping past the security lines soon.
Thread: Mercury Milk

Allyard did enjoy taunting her, but he would never doubt her work ethics. She even kept herself fast if there would be any running in her line of work. How many of these guys took that precaution. The kid and the bird caught his eye, even widened it a little. The oddness of it made him more aware of his own situation somehow, a wakeup call, and he nodded at Taylor when she took what he wanted to sell as a suggestion rather than a well boxed-in lack of choice. He could feel the eyes of the officer beside him and he turned that way with a scowl. I was told to take your lead on this, Allyard. the officer pointed out, mentally adding 'douchebag' to the statement. Yeah well, he said, some of his spite disappearing to leave space for guilt. She's obviously in the lead now. He muttered, starting to walk toward the car he'd arrived in. Maybe they had more coffee he thought, tossing the paper cup to the wind that eagerly sprayed the last of the dark liquid against the pavement. Oh, a pitch said out of the boy, scratching the back of his hair under the hem of the cap. He laughed nervously, apologetically. Nah, I just had to protect the body. He managed to keep the visor of the cap over his brow. His complexion was rather gray around the grimacing mouth, at least in this morning. He shrugged and shifted uncomfortably on his legs, the confidence and control from the moment when he'd stopped the bird gone without a trace. I think I'll get a coffee for you while you look through that. And he was off, all but stepping over the body as he jogged away. The pad would give her all the information Morgan had provided, with all the details the team before her arrival had been able to gather. No guesses on what had been the cause of death yet, even if they stressed that the doctor should look at the possibility of Nina having died due to lack of oxygen. The forensic examiner had already left a message which blinked on the screen. They had a slot now, and the body would be moved soon. The transport's here. Allyard said behind her as he handed her a cup, tipping his second one into himself. They're going to take the body to be checked. Bet you'll get a bunch of leads. he said when he had swallowed. The sky was still. Birds seemed to stay away now. Hah. What's your guess so far, if not a rape-and-run? The media force met with the wall of officers trying to keep them on the right side of the tape. The collective pressure of the reporters multiplied when they saw a car make its way in to the privileged area around the Ivory body. The driver quickly came out to meet with the detectives. I was ordered to do this quickly. You can ride back with me to the doc if you want. At which Allyard could only shrug and look to Taylor.
Thread: Mercury Milk

At Allyards shrug she moved their conversation to the van. You said yourself it can't be a rape and he didn't exactly run did he? She sighed, looking out the window at the bleak grey docs. The question is why this shit hole? He wouldn't have left her out if he didn't want her found, but a place like this takes time before someone stumbled across a body and calls it in and longer still until we show up. He might have picked the place because it was safer, less likely anyone would see him or think twice if they did. She rubbed her cheek and the cold that had crept into that curve of skin. Unless he picked it on purpose. Maybe he wanted her found but he wanted her found ugly, ruined even more than his own hand. The car stopped near the parking lot and Ange hopped out, straightening her coat and fishing her keys from her pocket. Hopefully it's the first and he's just a cowardly perv, like usual. She offered a bleak smile. When had she started hating her job? Was it when the shock wore off? When the sight of corpses became mundane or was it when finding the murderer became predictable? It wasn't always easy, it wasn't always quick, and on darker days it didn't always happen, but when it did they were the same disappointing faces, the same glassy addled look in their eyes and the same perverted twist to their lips. She remembered a time when she had been scared and excited, desperate to find the killer and claim justice while at the same time secretly terrified every night she came home to her own apartment. It seemed somewhere around the time that justice lost its golden sheen, she lost her fear and with it, her drive. She gave Allyard a curt goodbye before hopping into her car. She went to the office to bury herself in paperwork for a few hours. Lunch at the office, mild words and sharp jokes with the other detectives, back to her papers, and then finally into her coat again and on to the morgue. The sun was dimming. Less then a full day and already the news had been colored with speculations of the murder of Nina Ivory. Ange walked into the morgue, familiar with the staff and halls. Mr. Ivory had been in to ID the body, as though there was much dispute over her identity, as though they could stop him no matter how much they had told him it was her. Ange had done her homework on the victim. Nina was a promising young law student, not that she needed the career with daddy's trust funds. The boys in the office were having trouble coming up with enemies or even a boyfriend. It looked like Ms. Ivory had been a model student, kept her nose clean, and had friends in the hundreds. Somehow that didn't keep her from being killed. She entered the sterile white room of cold metal slabs and sheet covered corpses. Hers was still on the main stage, naked and cleaned with a coroner hovering nearby. So, how did she die? Ange asked as she approached, cutting right to the question everyone seemed to be frantic to have answered.
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

RE Kiki's role play requests I have an idea for the Exotic Elves where an Orc catches Lyla masturbating in the water, watches her and approaches her. She's more insterested in satifying her desires than slaying him, as she wants a mate so badly that she takes him as a mate. Mayel finds them, but she too is turned on my the orc thoughts?
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

RE Kiki's role play requests Kiki said well... given that elves kill orcs I don't think that would play out so nicely. however if the orc captures her and rapes her, her body's needs would be so intense she would probably not fight back and her fucked willingly. and if he has other orcs with him he can raid the village and fuck the other elves. Click to expand... Sounds good to me, also I have an idea for two of the other requests, hope you like them Habisai's Visitor The messenger strode to the door, knocking nervously as he thought of the Matron's reaction to being disturbed this early in the morning. He was a hardened warrior of over 3 years, tall, strong and muscular with scars over parts of his body. He wore just sandals and a loincloth, wishing that he hadn't disguarded his battlegear in his quarters. For he was nervous about knocking on the door of a lady. She was powerful and he had heard she had punished people for less. He heard hte matron shout and did his best to calm himself, before she shouted for him to come in. He opened the door slowly and entered, Matron Habisai, I come with news from across the lands from our allies and from our enemies. He announced, looking upwards at the ceiling, before his gave drifted down to Hasibai. He stuttered as he realised she was naked. His heart thumped harder and harder and his loins began to ache, his cock throbbing. His eyes darted around the room as he attempted to steady himself, only for his gaze to land on the she elf, still lying naked in the corner, one hand rubbing herself while the other seemed to wipe something off her face and into her mouth. Sune's field trip Kai was bored. Yes the place had lots of things to do, yes it should have been exciting and a treat to go there, but he had been there so many time before. Besides, his mind was on more erotic thoughts. He turned, surveying the area slowly. His eyes lit up as he saw a coach pull in and door open, letting out dozens of young, beautiful, sexually ripe teenage girls. He smiled to himself. He was very experienced for his teen years and this had taught him how to find the right girl, or even girls, for the fun he was craving. His eyes caught those of one of the girls. Her body was perfect and right as he looked at her, she adjusted her tank top and he watched her full young breasts move inside it, making his heart thump and his package bulge inside his 34 length shorts. He pulled off the unbuttoned shrt he wore over his vest and allowed his strong muscular arms to flex slightly at their new found freedom. He would watch her for a bit, he guessed she was a slight loner, but he had to make sure. He would understand her within minutes and then, when he knew how to charm her, he would approach her and he would fuck that beautiful girl senseless Let me know what you think. Even if you like parts but not all of it, say and I will rewrite it.
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

RE Kiki's role play requests bump, I sent you a PM. the tentacle idea has my full attention.
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

RE Kiki's role play requests oh.... im thinking the dark elf. maybe. i dont always play females but its fun to do sometimes. could we discuss this in PM?
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

RE Kiki's role play requests thank you. and here's another bump. i got some ideas if you want to do this one with me. 3
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

RE Kiki's role play requests Hello Couldn't find any kinks, or preferences, but I am interested in the character Rhane. So here's an idea, I would play a wealthy traveling mercenary, he is passing through the town where the auction is and hears tell of a Dark Elf half breed that is timid. Since he is always on the move he doesn't really have time to break a new slave and is tired of always traveling alone. He figures that she could provide a host of services for him and enters the bid. My character is practical and weary, he only seeks a slave to make his life a little easier. This is meant to have a flexible story line, a bit of adventure, plot and character development as well as sex. My character can be agressive, ruthless, and hard, or he can be caring, patient, compasionate, or any combination. I am fairly flexible so I can do non-con or willing. If I don't hear back from you or see a reply I will send a pm to you and you can either say yes or no.
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

RE Kiki's role play requests well, I have been craving an interesting RP lately, its the same idea as your typical slave shop idea, but the hook is the slave is the drow female, something very exotic in the surface slave trade, now either the drow, was born on the surface and grew up like most moon elves, shy and submissive, but with the insatiable libido of a female drow. or a Drow from the underdark, captured and forced of the first time in her life to a lesser, and helpless position, however, all her decades of self repression from sex are now being relieved as she finds out just what she was missing for so long as the handlers take their pleasure in breaking the sexy drow.
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

RE Kiki's role play requests I'll shoot you a pm.
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

RE Kiki's role play requests You have a PM from me about Sappho Academy.
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

RE Kiki's role play requests If you're still itnerested in some rapeslave-type scenarios, send me a PM, and we can work something out.
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

RE Kiki's role play requests Not sure but if your PM is not working we can work out a thread system.
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

RE Kiki's role play requests I don't know if you got my PM, but I would LOVE to do either the Drow Matron scene or purchase and rape a Moon Elf Slave.
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

I feel like I replied to one of these, I just can't remember which.
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

working on a new format for my page, be back soon!
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

Free bump for some fascinating proposals!
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

Kiki said some one needs to molest and fuck sune... Click to expand... I certainly wouldn't mind molesting and fucking Sune.
Thread: Kiki's role play requests (new craving)

Kiki said would you like t try the museum setting, or something else? Click to expand... I'm fine with just about any setting.
Thread: Working with mom

Client walks in
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Mom ...
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Mom There's a client.
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Client Walks up to you Mom He is your client.
Thread: The Adventures of Yaiil (NakedTea and Cherubian)

The pleasure is all mine, Lord Delusie. Yaiil smiled back at the older man, her face beaming with that deceptive innocence that came so easily to her, especially when she was trying to leave a good impression. Being directly hired by someone of Sir Anthonys standing was no ordinary event for a freelancer like her, and she intended to make the best of that. And she had all the physical attributes for that. As the slave was departing the man had ample opportunity to scrutinize those attributes. Yaiil sported the slender frame considered archetypical for her Elven kind, making her appear almost frail in human eyes despite her tone and definition, not giving away into what a deadly instrument of destruction that same body could turn at a moments notice without any implements to aid it. Aiding to that helpful deception was her face of almost angelic beauty, extraordinarily so even by the high standards of her race, framed by a mane of golden locks that cascaded down over her shoulders, pierced only by a pair of pointy elongated ears. She had not had opportunity to disrobe yet. The slave she had asked upon entry into the bath halls had immediately guided her to that private compartment, barely giving her enough time to slip out of her sandals at the entrance. And so she still wore her white, sleeveless tunic that reached to about mid thigh, sewn of light cloth. It still did not much to hide her long shapely legs or arms, her skin of a light, almost eerie complexion, and even though the garment was not exceptionally close fitting two very prominent mounds spanning it on her chest indicated that in this particular region her body was formed quite atypically for the average elf, sporting an enormous endowment that had withstood even the most strict physical exercise without waning. The meeting place itself had been chosen very carefully, she had to admit. The usual dress code of the baths would make it very hard for any would be assassin to bring weaponry, until that weaponry was the body itself, like in her case. Only that she did not harbor any ill intentions, to the contrary. And so, once the two of them were alone in the room, she continued their conversation. May I inquire what fortunate circumstance has prompted Mylord to seek my acquaintance?
Thread: The Adventures of Yaiil (NakedTea and Cherubian)

The slave girl who had led Yaiil into the private chamber, as well as the one standing by to attend to it's occupants, do not need telling that they are unwelcome in these matters. Setting down fresh towels and a clay urn of lilac-scented oil by the bath, they quietly depart to let the two talk in private. Discretion is one of the many services they offer, these baths ranking among the safest places to talk in all Arlun. I would hardly call the circumstances fortunate, I am afraid, although the exquisite pleasure of meeting you does somewhat lessen the dark cloud under which this meeting is held. It would seem the Lord Delusie fancies himself witty, or at least verbose, the size of his words easily matching the rest of him, no mean task for a man who even in his middling age towers well over most others. But, ah, we shall not rush into things. Business, like all unpleasant topics, should be approached slowly and only when entirely unavoidable, don't you think? Come, make yourself comfortable. He pats the edge of the pool beside him with one thick, calloused hand, indicating that she should sit beside him. It would be entirely inaccurate to say the Lord is unaware of his prospective employees charms, oh yes, he lets his eyes run over her form without any shame whatsoever, taking in the elegant curves of her legs and the more prominent ones of her chest. Not with the normal slobbering list though. Indeed, he's quite dispassionate, business-like about the whole thing, paying as much attention to her muscles as to her charms. Now, I doubt I need inform you that what we are about to speak of is a matter of utmost delicacy. In fact, I am positive I need not explain that, nor that the consequences for speaking to anyone of this would be... Most severe. Because you of course already understand all that. Right?