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Thread: The Spoils of War. (Jamie_the_Brown and myself)

JamietheBrown said be the girl I am using. It -had- been a hard fight. She had come here with the aspirations of defeating the foul monster that plagued these halls, luring in young woman, and visiting unspeakable horrors upon them. With the might of her Lord, she had thought that -she- could do it. But.. needless to say.. that had not worked out as planned. In the end, she'd been defeated, stripped of her weapons.. and as she was dangled before him by her hair, causing her to cry out in pain, she even lost her armor, leaving her in little more than the revealing leather garments that kept the metal from bruising her as she moved about. She spat at his face as she was dropped on the ground, her eyes slipping up his physique as he stood before her. Oh, God.. Click to expand... He did not hesitate to begin taking what he wanted from her. reaching out he grabbed her hair and pulled her to his knees his large cock twitching with anticipation as he began prodding it against her lips. If you bite me I will make you regret ever being born human. That was the only wanring he gave her as he forved his cock into her mouth pushing it towards the back of her throat pumping harshly into her groans of pure pleasure escaping his lips. For a holy warrior your mouth feels extremly slutty knight. His thrusts became harder as one of his long wings shifted into a tentacle like shape and moved down her body teasingly rubbing its way along her pussy before plunging into her.
Thread: Wolfboy Seeking M, F, or Herm Partner (Craving: herm)

RE Wolfboy Seeking M, F, or Herm Partner Fenrir said I've been gone for a while, and I've been waiting for an RP for a while. I'm still nowhere near a pro, and only have one character, but any RP is better than no RP. Even if it's with a guy who doesn't know English. Anyway, requesting an RP with a male, female, or herm, human or furry will do but my only character is a furry, can only RP via PM because my computer sucks and won't download AIM or nothing, and I have some ideas, though I'm more than happy to try others. Hell, I'll even try some BDSM shit. And I'm really sorry if I sound rude. I am. I'm just slightly irritated at the moment, and a li'l impatient. Overall, not really in a good mood. And I'm bored. The b.net forums get old after a while. Bump... Click to expand... Bump... unneccesary, though... slow buisness...
Thread: Wolfboy Seeking M, F, or Herm Partner (Craving: herm)

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Thread: Wolfboy Seeking M, F, or Herm Partner (Craving: herm)

RE Wolfboy Seeking M, F, or Herm Partner Fenrir said Buuump Click to expand... Fuck...
Thread: Wolfboy Seeking M, F, or Herm Partner (Craving: herm)

RE Wolfboy Seeking M, F, or Herm Partner Bump.
Thread: Wolfboy Seeking M, F, or Herm Partner (Craving: herm)

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Thread: A taste of the South

Mother, please! What? I just want to make sure you look nice. I'm almost twenty, mother. I know how to dress myself. The teenager groaned softly, her mother pulling and tugging on her sweater as the brunette crossed her arms. Contessa didn't even know what was going on. Her mother had made her cancel her plans with friends so she could go to some sort of dinner thing with the neighbor. She had no idea what the hell was going to go on. No one had bought the house next door for years. It had actually been empty for most of her life, so she honestly had no idea what the inside looked like at all. It was probably gorgeous though. It looked like the type of house that a southern belle would have lived in during the 1800's. Whatever the case, she really wasn't looking forward to having to socialize and talk. Contessa Williams was a shy, but incredibly gorgeous for a girl so young. She had long black, curly hair that went about a quarter of the way down her back. Piercing blue grey eyes that could look cold and sad one minute, and bright and lovely the next. Her skin was pale, but seemed to glow in the moonlight as she stepped outside, her mother finally having let go of her and letting her get ready on her own. She had been forced to dress up, the girl in a tight, black dress that went down to about mid thigh and a sweater that went about half way down her torso, also black. The dress hugged her curvaceous body nicely, the four inch stilettos making her already long legs look even more incredible. As the wind blew, her hair moved a bit until it was over one shoulder, the girl looking off at the house in the distance before her mother joined her. Come on, Tessa. Don't straggle behind. After about five minutes, they made it to the door, her mother knocking on it gently before starting to try and fix the girls clothes again. Mom! Stop it! He was kind enough to invite us over for dinner. I want you to make a good impression. Mother, I look fine. Of course you do. But I want him to think that we- The door opened, a man, most likely some sort of staff member, letting them inside before telling them to sit down and wait for the owner to introduce himself. Contessa sat down on the edge of a small sofa, crossing her legs as she tucked her hair behind her ears gently, her mother coming over to sit next to her as moving her hair back to where it was. You look pretty with your hair down, Tessa, why do you tuck it back all the time? Mother, please don't embarrass me.
Thread: A taste of the South

Janus spoke to the staff briefly every now and then his voice dulcet and slow never raising as he spoke it was easy and calm yet commanding. He had then greeted the first of the guests and ushered them in to eat and greeted families in separate rooms speaking to them as they came in. He looked to be about twenty to them he supposed, most of them would wonder how someone so young could live alone in such a lavish place. He laughed and tossed back his head at their jokes about setting him up with their daughters and handed them off their presents to servants to be piled in the main hall. Eventually he came to the recent arrivals and came in throwing open double doors to reveal the grand set up behind him. He stood tall, his broad shoulders stretching his custom fitted suit slightly as he raised his arms in genuine mirthful greeting. His lips parted into a smile that didn't go past barely showing a glimpse of his teeth that was warm nonetheless. His muscular physique was highlighted by his height making him seem thinner and thus lighter than he was. His eyes scanned the room quickly and with a slightly veiled hunger before he bowed. Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Janus Blackwell and welcome to my home. He said simply. He saw the young lady and instantly she peaked his interest as he inhaled her scent. He knew in the lighting most people would be thrown off by his pale brown complexion, bright eyes, soft curling hair and strong jawline giving him the look of someone possibly Middle Eastern, but also possible from anywhere in the Mediterranean .It was something he found highly amusing. Flitting through the crowd he smiled broadly accepting gifts and listening specifically to introductions so as to remember who was who when proper times came. When he came to the Williams family he stopped and bowed before their daughter. Hello there new neighbors. He said to them. He had noted them instantly from the scent that clung to them being those similar to the garden he had seen in the house a quarter mile down the road's yard when he had passed through. Fine evening isn't it? He began before offering his hand to the center of them. So, which of you sisters would like to be the first? He asked teasingly while looking between mother and daughter.
Thread: A taste of the South

Contessa had been listening to people speaking in the other room, a calm laughter being heard several times as she finally just shrugged it off. She played with her hair, twirling it around her fingertips gently as she took a few deep breaths. She was getting slightly nervous, and as the doors swung open, she looked over at the tall figure in the doorway. She had jumped slightly, startled by the sudden noise before watching the man in awe. He was tall. Very tall. And Israeli. No, Pakistani. Greek? Something. Whatever he was, he had that look about him that drove most women crazy, including Contessa. Her mother nudged her leg, since she was staring intently at the man, the girl then coughing softly and looking down at her legs. His name was Janus? She'd never heard that name before. Then again, she didn't know of anyone else named Contessa, either. As he started towards the guests, she made sure to continue looking down, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of him. However, as he made it to them, she slowly looked up, her eyes more grey than blue at the moment. When he bowed, she blushed softly, looking down at her thighs before glancing up for a moment. As he put his hand out, her mother pushed her slightly, Contessa slowly putting her small hand into his and standing up. She reached about 5'8 when in the heels, but only made it to 5'4 without them. She looked up at him for a moment, not yet taking her hand back as she spoke. I'm... Contessa.... She said softly, her mother laughing as she stood up and patted her daughters back. I'm Marie Williams. Tessa's just very shy. She'll warm up eventually. She probably just finds you attractive. Mother! The girl looked mortified, shooting a glare at her mother, who only laughed before producing a bottle wrapped in tissue paper from her purse. This is for you, Mister Blackwell. It's a vintage port wine. It might help you relax later on for yout first night here.
Thread: A taste of the South

He locked eyes with her briefly as she looked at him and smiled softly before he had made it over to her finding it amusing to see her shifting as she did. He realized that of the women there he had now found the most attractive from the way the others glanced over. Possibly the best of the county if not that whole section of the state. He took her hand as it was offered and leaned down to kiss it softly his lips caressing the back briefly before he stood to full height once more. Contessa, I remember my time in Rome..I met a Contessa, she was nowhere near as lovely or elegant as you young Miss Williams. He gave a slight laugh at her mother's remark before he spoke again. Madam, if your daughter's strong hand wasn't grasping mine, I may have already fallen back, knocked literally off my feet by her beauty. He said teasingly before releasing Contessa his fingers caressing the tips of her's briefly before he turned to her mother. Ah, thank you Mrs Williams for the lovely gift. He said taking it and looking it over. I do say that you and your daughter will have to stay after the party, as neighbors I should pay extra attention to you. He said as he handed it to a passing servant. Daughter, it sounds so strange to say when you look so young. He said gently taking the mother's now empty hand and kissing the back of her palm graciously. I thank you for the excellent gift, if I saw another silverware set I think I may have gone a bit off. He added before turning to look at the door opening behind them. Ah, more guests, I will be back...quickly, I promise. He said to her. And I do insist ,you and your daughter are to be my guests once this hum drum dies down. He continued before bowing his head to Contessa. I will see you in a bit. Have a drink, some food, anything you want. He said with a slight wolfish smirk that he concealed from her mother before he walked toward the incoming guests.
Thread: A taste of the South

As he kissed the back of her hand, she let out a soft breath, looking up at him and smiling slightly before he stood back up. When he spoke of Rome, and the other Contessa, she had started to frown, until he said how much more lovely she was than the other. His comment about how beautiful she was made her blush deeply, her cheeks a crimson color as their fingertips touched gently. All the other girls in the room shot glares, not liking the attention he was showing her, but honestly, Tessa didn't even notice. She was too busy watching him intently. Marie handed the bottle to him, smiling as he invited them to stay after the dinner engagement and kissed the back of her hand. She then wrapped an arm around her daughter, pulling her close. For the first time all night, Contessa had nothing to say about her mother's overbearing nature. Ever since her father had died, Marie always made sure to keep Contessa out of harms way and in her arms, even though it drove the nineteen year old absolutely insane. I got married young, and had her when I was around her age. And silverware is quite boring, and it's such a common house warming gift. As Janus bowed his head to her, she smiled at him, giggling softly as he smirked at her. Contessa then headed towards the drinks, her hand trailing for some sort of wine before her mother smacked it away. Don't even think about it. Mom, he said I could have whatever I wanted. And I don't want a repeat of the christmas party. You aren't touching it. You're no fun at all. She poured herself a glass of water, slowly walking back over to the couch and sitting down. The other girls in the room were busy trying to make themselves more appealing, messing with their hair and clothes and such. She smiled a little bit, running her fingers over the lip of the glass gently as she looked around carefully. Her mother was talking to another set of parents, which was something Tessa was glad for. She slipped her sweater off, showing the top of the black dress and velvet choker necklace she had on. It had sort of a victorian looking appeal, with an embellishment in the center of her neck.
Thread: A taste of the South

Janus greeted the next family and noted around him that young ladies and a few men were grooming themselves when they thought he wasn't looking. Breasts were being pushed up, hair adjusted, make up retouched. The whole circus of it made him chuckle. He flitted from guest to guest greeting and laughing and nodding. He often found himself being pressed towards their daughters by parents hoping to join families. Some were subtle while others were brazen. He even got a proposition from a few of the wives and mothers which made him blush slightly as he made his way through the crowd gathering up and thanking for gifts and the like. He was happy he had listened to his head butler and not had a seating plan as people would have undoubtedly fought to be closer to him which often annoyed him. His acute hearing picked up bits of this and that, mothers telling their daughters not to let him know they had long since lost their virtue. A few men prompting their wives to go for it, and try and get money, even a few of them encouraging their sons. He stopped with a particular family who caught his eye. They were somewhat severe looking, they had no children with them and he talked to the pale people at length. After the conversation they simply left the man after hugging him and the woman giving him a peck on the cheek. Making his way back to Contessa he slipped up behind her quietly before leaning in. So what happened at Christmas? He simply asked having heard as he sat next to her. He made note several people were watching so he smiled and waved to them and made several discreet hand gestures for servants to intercept or otherwise occupy them so as not to have them interrupt. I'd really like to hear, and frankly, a few sips of wine never hurt. He said to her with a grin. Mother need not know.
Thread: A taste of the South

As he asked her about Christmas, she giggled, turning towards him slightly as she tucked her hair behind her ears. It wasn't bad. I mean, I didn't really do anything. I was seventeen, and my mom brought me to this party thing at one of my aunts. While the adults weren't looking, my cousins and I, we took a bottle of what we thought was champagne, but it was a lot stronger than that. The four of us split the bottle, and my older cousins fell asleep, but Bobby and I wanted to go back downstairs. I was just really goofy. I ended up on a table, like, in the corner of the room, so none of the adults could get at me. My mom was so pissed. My dad would have thought it was funny, though. She laughed softly, looking around at the other people before smiling. They were trying so hard for the strangers attention, but then again, she probably would have been too if she had the nerve to act sexy. I have a question though. Why is... everyone staring over here? I mean, I know why sort of, but I mean.... I don't know what I mean. I get sort of flustered easily. I was never very good at.... speaking to people. It was true. She had a very severe accent for this part of Georgia, so she was teased a lot when she was younger. She got it from her dad, most likely, but it made her so uncomfortable with talking that she always got very nervous during conversation. Although, get a glass of wine into the girl, and she'd be the life of any party. Even though her accent was so pronounced, a lot of men always thought it was kind of sexy. It made her sound cute, and it gave a certain something to the sound of her voice that made it quite lovely to listen to. She looked into his eyes for a few moments, eventually crossing her legs again before speaking again, trying to get the thought she had out of her head in a way he'd understand. I mean like.... why does everybody want to become.... involved with you? I mean, don't get me wrong, you're a great looking guy, but.... they don't even know you yet. I guess it's cause I mean, you must have money or something to buy this place, but at the same time, money doesn't make you love a person. My mom married my daddy, and my dad was a poor as poor could be. But he was nice to her, and he loved her. I just don't get it, I guess. She blushed intently though, upon realizing she had just, to his face, told him he was attractive. She covered her mouth, trying to hide the shy smile as she shut her eyes and let her hair fall back in her face. I'm not normally this... awkward... trust me. Normally, I'm a lot more... social, I guess. I don't know. Just... don't hate me for acting so odd, okay? Her eyes had changed colors while they were speaking, from the cold and shy grey, to a more heartfelt blue. She smiled slightly at him, sitting up straighter before speaking again. And how do you suppose I keep from my mom that I've had a drink? She finds everything out. She smirked a little bit, twisting her hair around her fingers before laughing. And where do I sit tonight. I saw the table it's huge.
Thread: A taste of the South

He listened to her story with rapt attention and nodded politely at parts while chuckling at others. Quite amusing and I'm sure he would have. He said with a snicker. I find you rather attractive as well. He said in reply to her compliment. And that accent of your's is rather darling, enough to get the blood flowing in a dead man I'd bet. He added with a laugh before he glanced around. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. He said with a snicker. Pride and Prejudice He said soon after the quotation. These people are all hoping to get a piece of the rich young man who's come into their midst. Well. not all of them, those over there. He said gesturing to a few elderly couples. They were just friends of my late father. He said slowly. I honestly think that many of these people don't even care for marriage, they're hoping I knock up one of their daughters under any circumstance so they can lay some claim. Happens when you buy a six million dollar house with cash. He continued now sighing softly. The Realtor more or less creamed herself when I pulled out a duffel bag full of money. Laughing he stretched and leaned to whisper to a servant who approached who then approached her mother and spoke to her. Soon the woman was being led away. Your mother is getting to see our massive wine cellar, followed by our kitchens, I daresay she will be occupied for a while, you two are my guests tonight and its far too late to let young women such as yourselves go home alone, so you will sleep here and the car will drop you off in the morning when the chauffeur returns. He said curtly before he looked about. I couldn't hate you for being yourself. He said as a waiter came by with a tray of assorted drinks and hovered before her. Its wrong to fight one's....nature He said letting the words hang in the air before he spoke. As for me, what's so special about me? Besides money, and looks, well I hope unlike these girls who are slipping me their numbers and a few of the more daring ones their panties, I'd like for you to find out for yourself. He said before the servants could no longer hold back several people some of whom pulled him gently away while surrounding him.
Thread: A taste of the South

The girls here are like girls everywhere else. They give their bodies up in hopes of someone loving their shallow selves. They will lie, cheat, steal, do whatever they can to get what they want. That's why I don't date. All boys want is... intimacy and, although I don't necessarily want to wait until marriage, I do want to wait until someone loves me. She smiled at him, her eyes widening slightly as he said he paid for the six million dollar home in cash. She was astonished! That was a lot of money to just throw down on a house. Then again, if he had that much, he probably had a lot more, so it probably wasn't a big deal to him As he mentioned that they would be staying here tonight, she smiled a bit, nodding as the waiter came by. She gently grabbed a glass of red wine, and as he spoke of her finding out what was so special, she nodded and took a sip. Mhmm, I'd like that a lot. As he was pulled away and surrounded, she stood up, taking another few sips of the wine before deciding to explore the house. After all, she was staying here tonight, and she was sure he wouldn't mind as long as she didn't touch anything or go into any of the rooms. She left the main foyer, heading down a long, slightly dark hall way as she drank her wine. It was incredible. The house was completely furnished already, and he had only been there a day or so. In about twenty minutes, she had made it around much of the first floor, but decided it was probably time to head back into the main room. She wasn't drunk, per say, just a little bit buzzed. Her cheeks were beautifully pink, and seemed more confident. Sexier. Maybe it was because she got less nervous when she was drunk, so she was able to understand just how gorgeous her curves were. However, she stopped when she saw what had to be the most gorgeous painting she had ever seen in her life. Somehow, she recognized it, but she didn't know why or from what. Contessa twirled the glass stem in her fingertips, biting her lower lip as she tried to figure out why it looked so familiar. She then leaned back against the wall, stretching slightly as she pulled her hair to one side of her, exposing her slightly long, slender neck.