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Thread: Changing the Game (ApplePoisoneer)

We missed you. The center Hekapoo smiled mischievously and stepped forward, raising her scissors. The others followed suit, echoing little malicious cackles. We got bored and came to play with our favorite toy. The center demoniac figure continued, and the others leapt at Marco. The intent was never to actually kill him. She didn't even like hurting him all that much. But all of Hekapoo's clones were tasked with the concept of roughing him up a little. Just really making him work for it. Each of the five Hekapoos opened a portal with their own set of scissors. The swirling voids circled the bike, rendering it incredibly difficult to pass between them.
Thread: Changing the Game (ApplePoisoneer)

The group moved fast, as they so often did, and from his position he witnessed the holes in reality being sliced open. His route forward was cut off, no way to tell where any of those portals led to. Nowhere nice, and definitely not home. As one leapt at him, one beefy arm proceeded to catch her by the waist, blowing out the flame atop her crown in one movement. The magic holding the clone destabilized and she vanished in a puff of smoke, while Marco icily watched the others.
Thread: Changing the Game (ApplePoisoneer)

The other four clones narrowed their eight eyes in consentration. They stood like gunmen in old westerns, poised with their scissors. Suddenly, two lept left and the other two went right, determined to pounce and bind him. Meanwhile, the real Hekapoo nodded along with the council, barely paying attention. It was something about the depletion of magic in the Universe, which they'd often discussed, but hadn't found a solution for. She wondered if she could slip into the eyes of one of her clones, just to peek at the action without being noticed, when a sharp pain ripped up her side. She flinched and gritted her teeth a moment, and let it pass. One of her clones must've been destroyed. It made her smile ruefully. He was getting closer.
Thread: Changing the Game (ApplePoisoneer)

Marco was familiar with the routine by now. It was rare for the clones to come directly to him, but it had happened and he had come to know what to expect. As they jumped for him Marco leapt back over the biomechanical or perhaps biomagical would be the more accurate term form of his dragon cycle and landed a few feet back. His boot met the ground and then rapidly swept sideways, raking the earth. A great cloud of dust ballooned out around him, providing a thick cloud to give him some coverage to move in. What was the game here... she wanted something, but Marco didn't quite know what.
Thread: Changing the Game (ApplePoisoneer)

Three of the cloned women raised their fists in an attempt to punch the young man, though all of them were poised to hit a part of the body they were sure would take minimal damage arms, the chest, the most it would do is maybe knock the air out of him if they connected. However, the fourth clone leaped into the air and was preparing to deliver a kick that would certainly knock him off his feet.
Thread: Changing the Game (ApplePoisoneer)

Marco managed to move fast, and the rapidly fading screen of dust gave him the means to dodge the incoming punches. The kick however, well that managed to knock the tall male off his feet. But, as he fell, he managed to grab the clone by her waist and yanked her down wth him. He hit the earth, savoured the softness of the clone's body for a brief second, and then blew her flame out quickly.
Thread: Changing the Game (ApplePoisoneer)

The flame went out on the clone's head, and she winked as she vanished out of existence. The others nodded at each other and regrouped. The three remaining clones stood around him in a triangle, with the portals timing out and closing behind them. You're getting closer, Diaz. They all sung out at once and raised their scissors to form another attack. Meanwhile, the meeting had ended and the original Hekapoo had barely said a word, getting a few raised eyebrows, but nothing straight orward until she clutched at her side and hissed in pain. Is something the matter? Queen Moon asked, leaning in to get a better look. No, no. I'm fine. She held up her small white hands in pprotest. If we're done here...? Oh, oh yes. Queen Butterfly sounded unsure, but waved the firy demon away and returned ot her thoughts.
Thread: Changing the Game (ApplePoisoneer)

Getting closer huh? The broadly built male replied I'll get there eventually, Hell or high water, he replied quickly. By now he knew Hekapoo's limitations quite thoroughly. She was strong, really damn strong, but he was the faster of the two. He managed to catch one incoming arm and flung the clone away with a judo throw, immediately turning and catching a stabbing motion from the other. He gave a loud blow, and then immediately snuffed out another flame. One way or another, you lose.
Thread: Changing the Game (ApplePoisoneer)

He'd etinguished all but one flame, and the final clone stood boldly in front of him. It wass unclear whether any of the clones had epected to last long, but this one did not appear to hold any preconceptions of winning. She flew forward with more grace than one would give her credit for, given her build. The clone settled a hand on either side of his chest. It's just you, me, and the Baker's Dozen, Diaz. She grinned hungrily.
Thread: Changing the Game (ApplePoisoneer)

That a fact? He had caught a few clones in various states of undress through the years, and knew full well what to expect. Hekapoo was deliciously thicc under that flowing dress, and the warm figure atop him drew his focus quickly. A strong hand settled on her ass, and soon Marco was squeezing the left cheek of her plump ass with a clear interest. Well, I could do with a break from fighting.
Thread: Changing the Game (ApplePoisoneer)

Aw, what's the matter, Diaz? The clone purred, tracing a smoldering finger down Marco's chest. It left a sunburnt trail in it's wake, like the strangest tanline anyone's ever had. Feeling a little, burnt-out? While the clones could operate independently, virtually everything they felt was channeled back through the original Hekapoo pain, pleasure, their deaths, it all found its way back to her. Thus, a chill passed down her spine as she stepped a foot through the portal she'd just cut back to her own dimension. She shivered and made an unconscious hum. It must've been perceptable, as the strange bat-goat creature, Llakmet, bleated in concern. She turned her head to face him and tried to smile. Oh, I'm fine Chancellor. Really, I'm okay. She turned to step through the swirling vortex and was gone. On the other side, Hekapoo passed her arm over her brow, and settled back on the slab that served as her bed, determined to enjoy the second-hand seduction.
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Marco glanced to the coiling line drawn on his skin with her stroking, chalk white finger. Well, fuck it. He was a man and a man had needs. Needs that just couldn't quite be handled by hand anymore, and Hekapoo... for as much of a demon as she was, was also all woman. He'd be nuts to not go with it. Suddenly he reached down, slowly pulling her dress up her creamy white legs until her large white backside was unveiled. He reached down and gripped both cheeks firmly, giving them a bounce and squeeze. I think I've earned this much by now.
Thread: Changing the Game (ApplePoisoneer)

Gee, The simulacrum purred, melting herself over him like cheese on nachoes. is that what you were working for all this time? And here I thought you just wanted my scissors. Her fingers reached behind her and pinched the buttons holding the back of her dress together, and it fell away in a drape of bright fabrick. Although she was much shorter than he, she nuzzled his cheek with her long horns.
Thread: Changing the Game (ApplePoisoneer)

That too, he admitted casually. He leaned back, watching the yellow garment sliding down to reveal her creamy breasts. They were pretty damn big, and suited Hekapoo's short frame quite nicely. Marco's strong hands reached up until he was groping both orbs with a clear eagerness, fingers sinking into and massaging the pale flesh eagerly. He maintained this for a few minutes before leaning in, kissing the fiery redhead.
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In place of what modern cultures would call underwear, Hekapoo wore a thin, sheer slip made of a soft pinkish fabric, and no bra. Coaxed by the caress of the strong, rough hands kneading the dough of her breasts, she rubbed her lower half against his leg, priming herself. She was quite short in stature, but it put her at just the right height to use his knee while he toyed with her chest. She hummed softly while their lips were locked. And when their kiss had finally broken, her head bobbed, sweeping her long horns so gently across his cheek that it might've been a velvety hand.
Thread: Changing the Game (ApplePoisoneer)

You know, for a demon, you definitely have the same kind of drives a human has, the adventurer idly mused, giving her a wry grin. But then again, for some time now at least, Marco had been aware of what a playful flirt, and it was only around now that he understood the full extent of that. Well, not that I mind. C'mon H-poo, let's get down to business, Marco saidm, guiding her hand down to caress the impressive bulge of his cock, straining against the denim.
Thread: Ferny's fabulous fiction (NC,violence,orig&fandoms,beastiality and more)

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Thread: (Closed ATM) Sometimes Incest is Best -  Tentacles & Breasts (A Sex-Fueled Fantasy)

RE Sometimes Incest is Best - Tentacles Breasts A Sex-Fueled Fantasy Messaged you, hoping you'd be up for playing. Good luck in your search though.
Thread: We're Strictly Professionals {darkest_fate&Rave}

Emma Watson let out a low, throaty moan, the noise bubbling up from within her throat. The noise came out slightly guttural, almost wet, the sort that pulled from the groin or became wrenched out mid pleasure. The casual listener hearing the beautiful Brit making that noise would no doubt stop, would turn, would feel at twinge at the loins that made them stop and pause. Unfortunately for Emma, she wasn't making said noise for the casual listener Yeah, sort of like that, but we need it to be realer. We're shooting for authenticity here that in your face raw energy. Don't worry, a hand was raised in Emma's direction while she frowned at its owner, your partner will be great at helping with that. It's just a dry-run-through. Emma was tempted to say that, in fact, that wasn't the case she'd had the script for a few days and ran through that line at least a dozen or so times. That guttural noise had taken hours of practice to pull out, and at least one embarrassing session with a particularly favorite wand of Emma's, to really perfect. To hear that all that practice simply hadn't worked... well, he did make it sound like her partner would... Wait a moment her partner? Emma frowned again. She knew she'd have to at least make the appropriate noises for the voice-over, but she'd been under the impression that there would be a body double for the actual... sessions. Yes, they'd had her dress appropriately for the scene the frilled pink outfit emphasizing her pale complexion attested to that, but she hadn't thought she'd be doing much with a partner. Suddenly the frilled light fabric felt decidedly skimpy, and Emma could feel a flush rising to her cheeks. The pale English Rose complexion made it all too easy for the pink to show among the ivory, a realization that generally made the reddening deepen. Brown eyes already flashed with frustration and protest, even though Emma knew that she'd already signed on for this, already shot a few scenes, hell, she'd shot everything up until she got introduced to her partner for this. There had been mention of a dry run for the real thing, but again... Call him in, would you? asked the director, already moving. Several other crew members were already moving about, a makeup girl twittering close to Emma to finish up the last few details blush up cheeks, smooth out lips. Said girl insisted in a breathy voice that Emma would be quite lucky, that she was super jealous of her, and not just because of her near perfect complexion. Just as she was finishing, she insisted that Emma not frown, which of course only made the uptight brunette frown deeper. She should've doublechecked that contract. Now, at least, she had to just make it through this one scene... in frilled pink clothes... while being told she had to moan more authentically... with someone she'd never met... The challenges of acting, Emma mumbled wryly under her breath. At least the comment twisted her lips into a half-smile.
Thread: We're Strictly Professionals {darkest_fate&Rave}

Andrew wasn't exactly the type to hold down one job for too long. Moving from location to location across the world tended to mean that he wasn't in anything long term. Sometimes, he was a surfing instructor when in coastal areas. Others, he was a mechanic-- Trucks and Bikes broke down often in the Mid-West United States. Still, the New York native enjoyed his life style. A nomad, by any number of meanings, from the day he was born. A college degree in linguistics and three languages of fluency pretty much allowed him the life style he had. English, Spanish, and French meant he usually went wherever he wanted to, without coming into much difficulty. Yet a job offer in London was a rather tempting one. A modelling agent had sought him out a few days earlier for a rather...unconventional job he couldn't offer one of his regulars. It paid well, and it allowed him to work with one of the hottest actresses in Britain right now-- Emma Watson. She had grown from the child in Harry Potter, to more or less a world-wide sex symbol. He knew more men with Emma Watson posters than Megan Fox nowadays. Perhaps it was her innocence, her feminism that made men want to angry-fuck her, or simply the charm of growing up with her, most in their 20s agreed that she was a woman they'd love to be with. All of this lead him here-- to this film set's green room, waiting for Emma to be ready. He'd already been briefed and told everything he needed to do. The multiple sex scenes. The realism. How it was his job to provoke a natural response from her that was authentic and pleasurable. He barely had to audition. The moment the man's cock was revealed to the casting director, judging by her blush, she'd made her mind up right then and there. So finally, when he was called out, he made his way out to set. He had nothing but a towel wrapped around him, and quickly he was swarmed by two make-up crew ladies, who brushed on whatever they needed to for complexion and such. Perhaps they just wanted to get their hands on him, he didn't know-- nor cared. He simply saw Emma, and a small smirk slipped across his lips. She was dressed in that sultry, frilly little pink thing and he knew it wouldn't be hard at all for his cock to get a rise out of things. In fact, its outline down his leg would be rather obvious beneath a flimsy towel, and if she looked at him closely enough, she might have even caught it twitching from eagerness. Emma. He called out her name, offering a charming smile while extending a hand half-way between them. My name's Andrew. I believe I'll be your partner and coach today. His smile remained, before he looked over to the director for further instruction. Are we ready to start?
Thread: We're Strictly Professionals {darkest_fate&Rave}

Well, Emma could certainly see what had the makeup girl cooing. Her brown eyes locked on Andrew as he approached, quickly scanning the bared chest. Despite herself, Emma found her gaze lingering on those impressive muscles. The refined Brit wasn't generally one to coo over boys, though it did happen. This particular specimen certainly looked, well, tempting. Hell, he looked about ready to pose shirtless for a magazine. Pleasure to meet you, Andrew, Emma replied. Her eyes had already flicked up to meet his, a hand extending to meet his own. She lightly shook his hand, giving him just enough contact to be polite before releasing. A smile again twisted her lips. Shame that we didn't get a chance to get comfortable before-- I believe we're ready, the director interrupted. Emma sighed, fighting back some of the frustration said director arose within her. She'd dealt with temperamental directors before, and she knew full well that this world often drew the mercurial. Still, this artist seemed to thrive off a caustic personality, and Emma had to retain all her composure. Now, remember the script and your motivations. Emma, you're an innocent away in the new town, and you found yourself swept up by Andrew's roguish charms. Desperate to break away, you're now finding yourself letting him draw the pleasures of the world out of your trembling frame. Emma's eyes flicked to the director, finding that description a tad too erotic. She'd read the script, obviously. Still, she had to smile and nod, before taking a step closer to Andrew. Her hands rose up to lace around his neck, the smile taking on a nervous edge that wasn't entirely acting. At least Emma's role was mostly to react, at least for this scene. She braced herself for that telling word Action!
Thread: We're Strictly Professionals {darkest_fate&Rave}

She was...incredibly cute. He knew it, but seeing her in person was something else. Especially since she was in the right make-up, wearing what she was wearing. Everything about her was displaying the innocent, lustful perfection. Despite her nervousness, he didn't seem bothered at all, like he was used to these kinds of circumstances. The director had interrupted her, only allowing Andrew to let a laugh escape before shifting away to allow her to get ready. While she looked at the director and criticized him with her gaze, he spun to loosen his towel and hand it over to one of the assistants on set. When he'd turn, he'd draw a few gasps from those who weren't at his audtion. Between his legs hung a monstrous thing, a 13 inch cock danging down as far as they very ends of his thighs. It was thick, girthy-- enough that you could see the outline of some veins along its length. Though he, probably used to this kind of reaction, brushed it off and walked up to Emma, letting her drape her arms around his neck as the scene required. Before the director yelled for action, Andrew already knew what to do to ease her into this. A single finger slid down, beneath the frills of her dress. It brushed past any stubbles of hair, and let itself roll and press at Emma's click to draw a gasp and wetten her unexpectedly. Just relax. I will take good care of you. He whispered against her lips, and just as quickly, the director yelled for action. He had no lines-- he was a stand in, after all, but he was encouraged to grunt and act naturally. And so he did. Without much warning after that, he'd proceed as he was told. She'd be pressed up against the wall of the set-- his character's mansion that she was drawn into. The wall, a pillar inside his home. He'd lower himself just a little bit. His free hand grabbed his cock, and a stroke or two hardened it for her. Only then would he slowly begin to part her cunt's lips with his cock, instructed to draw out those first gasps of pleasure a woman releases when she's entered for the first time. The grip of his shaft was strong, and he inched upwards on bare feet, to slowly start pushing the head of his cock into her little by little until he'd hear the satisfying 'plop' that signaled entry.
Thread: We're Strictly Professionals {darkest_fate&Rave}

The smile turned into an expression of shock as the towel dropped. Emma's mouth fell open as her brown eyes locked on the thing rising up from between Andrew's legs. She'd never seen something like that only a few toys even came close, and she'd always thought those to be jokes. The few boys she'd taken to her bed certainly hadn't been as well endowed as her toys, and this... this was just ridiculous. That wasn't even considering the fact that he was full frontal nude. Emma had to put aside her shock, remember her professionalism, her insistence on making it through this scene. Put the arms up, let it lace around his neck and... and his finger touched against her. Emma gasped, arching up on her toes, letting a shiver shoot through her at nearly rapid speed. The comment hit her just as the shiver finished, and she let out a nervous laugh. I guess we'll see about--- Action, and Emma gasped. Her body went up, pressed against a wall, nearly slammed. Breath drew from the startled actress, her spinning head not letting her fully understand what was happening. She could hear movement, fleshy sounds. Something poked at her sex, still thankfully covered by frilly pink, albeit a pink growing decidedly darker. Emma could feel the domed head pressing against her, no doubt attempting entrance. She still had enough control to roll her hips back, letting the massive thing slide in front of her. She still felt it pressing hard against her abdomen, jutting against her. careful, she whispered, keeping her voice low, her words breathy. She shifted. You very nearly slid in, she rolled her hips again, feeling the cock running against the thin fabric. Her eyes flicked, and Emma seriously considered suggesting some sort of condom at the least. What the hell were they thinking? She was already dazed, but there was no way she was going to let some random stranger just slide his cock inside her. Something that big would hurt without at least some preparation. Ravish me, she breathed, hoping to get Andrew more in line. After all, the goal was to pleasure Emma's character, not simply to fuck her against a wall.