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Thread: What a Beach! (Open to any takers)

She moaned, arching her back ever so slightly, allowing her hands to travel up her own body, caressing her own breasts. She has always been fond of her own body. Very lightly tanned, almost still a pale color, with a tan line outlining her bikini bottoms and top. Perfection, in her own eyes. She consealed those pools of emrald green behind lightly painted up eyelids, and she nibbled on her bottom lip. She could feel his tongue easily scope out her inner folds of her cunt, and his hands wandering her glorious body. His compliments fell over her, but she was not in a position to reply. His touches seemed to knock the air right out of her. The feeling of being with a complete stranger, and comiting such an act in such a place with so exciting to her. She replied in a soft whimper, though, showing her pleasure.
Thread: What a Beach! (Open to any takers)

he pushed her legs back getting better access to her silken folds he could taste her arousal on his lips and tongue. He slid his cock up and down her folds feeling her sex resisted him just a little as he pushed in. his hands slid over her stomach to her chest torturing her nipples with his fingers as he plunged into her. Sorry i just needed to he would eat her some more later after he had cum all over her tanned body.
Thread: What a Beach! (Open to any takers)

Another moan fell from her lips as she felt his member run over her cunt. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes as he pushed into her. She let a small gasp out, holding her breath for a few short second, before sighing out in pleasure. Her eyes fluttered open, and stared into the face of a man, filled with such excitment and please. A smile plated upon her soft lips, as she wrapped her legs around his torso, pulling him deeper into her virgin-tight pussy. I want al of it. She purred suductively.
Thread: What a Beach! (Open to any takers)

Placing his hands on her legs he thrust into her feeling her thrust back against him you love that don't you the two of them could get caught at any moment it was a public beach. he continued to thrust into her lifting up her ass feeling he thrusting back. so good
Thread: Familial Discord (Methos and Claire Dunally)

Candra Circe Priscus sat alone in her quarters, running a brush through her dark hair with slow strokes. She was lonely, as she had been often of late, since her father had dismissed most of the household. She had heard of the causes of his temper and erratic behavior of late she had learned long ago to listen to the gossip of the house if she wanted to know the truth of things that her elders tried to keep from her. However lonely she was, though, it was nothing to the soft undercurrent of fear that slowly churned within her. There was talk of her family being divided, sold into slavery in the same way as her father's brother's household. She pulled the hard bristled brush through her hair absently, thinking over all the things she'd heard recently, as she tried to piece together the truth of what was going on. Still damp from her bath, the dark tresses parted easily, straightening for this brief time once dry, they would return to their wavy spill of blue black down her spine. Her skin radiated the warmth of the water still, even in the coolness of her room, clear and creamy with a rich golden olive hue, influenced by her mother's old ancestory from the Greek isles. Deep blue eyes stared back at her in her reflection, the inner turmoil she felt not reflected in her smooth, etched face. The problem, she knew, was money. Grandfather had left the vast portion of his estate to her estranged half-uncle, Lucius. She'd met him infrequently, only enough to know what he looked like and various bits about him - mostly tinged with bitterness and disdain from her side of the family. She knew he was ambitious and clever, ruthless and opportunistic. He was handsome, to be sure - a trait in men which she had become aware of more and more recently - and a good soldier and leader of men, it was said a true Roman. But without the values that they all held so dear, he was but a viper among them. She had been schooled well in the ways of a good Roman girl. She knew the virtue and expectations placed on her, and that she was close to reaching her majority in full. The toga about her was held taut by the swell and curve of her body, loosely flowing away with concealing grace from the thin clinging play of the soft fabric against her nubile skin. Her mother's side had always been the epitome of grace - even more than many others, dating back from her great grandmother's time, being the stolen Greek bride of a noble born soldier and needing to fit in as best she could. There was a commotion in the front of the house that filtered its way through to her consciousness. Rising slowly, she lay the brush down and quickly twisted her hair into a fashionable knot, securing it with a few deft pins. Her feet whisked almost noiselessly over the stone floors to the entryway, trying to remain out of sight to better ascertain what was going on.
Thread: Familial Discord (Methos and Claire Dunally)

Lucius had moved through Romes streets with only two guards and a retainer following in his footsteps. It was perhaps an unnecessary measure for he doubted any should seek to waylay him, but the temperament of the mob was not something he wished to leave entirely in the hands of chance. But with purposeful stride he found his way to his half-brothers hold easily enough. Naturally hed expected his arrival to be greeted with all the enthusiasm of pestilence itself knocking at the door. Thus he could hardly claim to be disappointed by the reaction his arrival had. Soon enough he found his half brother glaring at him but manners alone caused him to be invited into the house. Lucius idly gestured for the retainer hed had lug along an amphora of wine to present it to his brother. Any pretense of being unable to offer an unsolicited guest refreshment was thus defeated and soon enough he was reclined upon a couch over a low table with wine poured in a glass. Although little time was wasted before his half brother demanded What do you want Lucius? Lucius idly noted Im quite well thank you brother and yourself? His tone had a slightly sarcastic tenor to it. But if you must know I heard you were having some difficulty with money. He said evenly enough and added As I recall you still have some of the traditional family lands that border on my own. I thought to offer to buy it so that it remains within the hands of family. Titus eyed Lucius and rather accusingly remarked You bought up through intermediaries Publius holdings and now you come for mine. You beggared us both by depriving us of any fair portion of our fathers estate and now you swoop in like a vulture to claim the scraps that we were thrown. Lucius rather coolly remarked Im not the one responsible for the legers of your or Publius households. Large amounts of debt are ill advised actions look whats happened to our brother he is selling off his entire family to satisfy his debts. I only offered to buy the land because whatever transpires someone other than you shall soon be its owner. Better if you get the money from me now than leave it all to the courts to sell off your every possession including every last one of your children. Lucius rather expected that faced with that possibility that Titus would flee to a far flung colony to seek to evade his creditors by disappearing and living under an assumed name. His brother inquired How quickly could you have the money here. Lucius responded An hour, two at most. Titus proceeded to indicate that hed sell the land for twice what it was likely worth. It was enough that he could live a comfortable colonial existence till the end of his days. Lucius seemed to pause as he regarded his brother and then after seeming to consider the price he stated I will agree only if you sell me your daughter Candra in that amount as well. It was his brothers turn to fall silent seeming to agonize over his own fate and that of his other children versus that of his eldest daughter. Finally he stated I have little choice but to agree.
Thread: Familial Discord (Methos and Claire Dunally)

Lucius watched as his half brother hesitated as he named his condition to such a high price being offered. The anxiety and guilt of either accepting or refusing seemed to play beautifully across his siblings features. Should he sacrifice a beautiful and prized daughter for his other children and of course for himself? Or should he risk seeing every last child put in chains to face starvation or worse. Lucius felt as though he could read his brothers mind through his expression before at last practicality and expedience seemed to win out. Lucius beckoned to his clerk who came forward with a contract. Naturally the price hadnt been filled in and he did so now. Out of tact hed not included Candra in the drafted terms, so that part of the transaction was simply written in at the bottom of the page and initialed. Once the agreement was signed, he sent the guards and his clerk to fetch the requisite gold. Thereafter, he poured himself a glass of wine as he remarked I understand there are ships sailing for Britain, Spain and the farthest reaches of Greece yet harbored here tonight brother. Im sure if you hurry and collect your belongs and family, you shall have plenty of time yet before those whom you owe discover your intentions. Naturally Candras father nodded as he remarked Somewhere obscure to the north of Greece I think. It would be easier for my wife and the children. Spain and Britain..the places are crawling with savages. Im not sure Id be doing them any favors letting them live a free live in the wilds of either of those provinces. Lucius shrugged as he noted That is for you to say not I. I do wish you the best brother wherever you set out for. Hopefully youll find yourself a nice little stretch of land and your children will grow up healthy. He seemed agreeable enough about the matter as he noted Im sure my men will only be a few moments, I had arranged to have some gold ready as I recognize that time is undoubtedly pressing for you. His brother peered at him for a moment Why the girl? Lucius shrugged and idly remarked Why not? After a moments pause he noted I gave you far more than the land was worth, and thats well enough it consolidates all the old family lands once more. But I shall rarely see the land, so perhaps its well to have something in hand for the money I spent. Besides shes a fetching girl, seems quite lively. I imagine youll want to tell her what has transpired. Lucius turned his head towards the far side of the room where a thump was hear and then the tear of fabric immediately thereafter. A bemused smile graced his lips as he noted Or perhaps she already knows. He rose from where he was seated to walk over to the girls fallen form. He reached down towards her and gently shook her by the shoulders. He seemed to glance at her head and didnt see that shed managed to crack it open upon the floor, thus this portion of his investment hadnt immediately been dashed. Wake up Candra. He stated rather evenly as he shook the girl, waiting for her to return to conciousness.
Thread: Familial Discord (Methos and Claire Dunally)

The world swam into view slowly, her head beating a light tattoo of blood against her temples. Her shoulders were enveloped by a warm grasp, and she shook to the sounds of a masculine voice above her. At first, in the brief space of time her eyes focused, she thought it was her father a sense of ease washed over her. But then the world came home. Deep blue eyes opened wide as she stared up at her uncle, the light olive hue of her features going slightly pale as her imagination reeled at the deluge of information that reclaimed her mind. Full lips parted as if to say something, but only a small exhalation came out, cut short by not knowing what or even how to speak at the moment. Slender wrists rose to brush his hand off her, gently but insistantly, as she began to regain her wits. I... thank you for your concern, Uncle, but I am most assuredly fine. A brief fainting spell, that is all. I am so susceptible to them, weak as my humors are, she said evenly as she sat up, straightening her garments into more modest folds. Her eyes searched for her father, and as she rose, with as little help from Lucius as she could manage, she crossed to him and knelt beside his chair, laying her head in his lap, pressing his hand to her lips. Father. I beg you, please, tear up the contract. Let me away with you. Don't leave me here for him to manage as he will, please, she whispered quickly, her chest shuddering with a barely controlled sob. There must be a way, there must! Please think of a way!
Thread: Familial Discord (Methos and Claire Dunally)

Lucius was soon leaning over the form of his niece as she began to return to consciousness. Dark eyes scrutinized her as he watched those brilliant blue eyes blink open. He heard the slight catch of her breath as she realized that it was he as opposed to her father who lingered above her. Amusement played across his eyes at that particular realization. Although he simply smiled to her as he noted Well we cant have you taking ill five minutes after you come into my possession now can we? His hand strayed from her shoulder to let his fingers lightly trace through her hair. His fingers toyed with a few strands of those silken locks as he let his eyes trail over her body. It was a less than familial look at that, and one interested less in her well being than in her charms. Lucius simply smirked as Chandra rose to her feet and indicated it was nothing more than a fainting spell from weak humors. Here I thought you simply may have been over come with joy at having learned what was to become of you. He watched as the girl leaned down to lay her head in her fathers lips begging him to undo what hed done but moments previous - signing her life over to her uncle along with the land in exchange for a goodly sum of money. He idly noted Where there another way - I assure you your father would have taken it. But at this point in time he has what one might call a variety of bad options. He can wait for the creditors to close in and plunge every other member of your family into slavery. He can try to find someone else on short notice to cut him a better deal - which is unlikely as Ive been reasonably generous as he is my brother and the land has sentimental value to me. Not to mention that shopping around runs the risk of the first possibility becoming a reality. Or he can take my money and give me what I ask for - including you. It was a rather start and explicit statement of fact. The rather pained and humiliated silence of Chandras father seemed to give credence to every word of it. It was undoubted that he was unhappy with what he had done - yet he seemed to feel hed been left with little else by way of choices. Finally her father simply said It is done. I had no other choice.
Thread: Kratos and HeartItRaces

There were trees everywhere in the jungle, their thick roots protruding through the moist dirt like a trap, waiting for some foolish person to rush past and trip. Their canopies blocked the sunlight making it eerily dark beneath them. But the dark did not bother Lexi who took nimble steps, easily avoiding the hazardous roots and vines, the jungle would not stop her from her mission. The harsh screech of a monkey sounded far over to her left, she carefully pressed her lithe body against the closest trunk, her mossy green and gray fatigues allowing her to almost melt into the tree, the only thing revealing her true form was the pale skin of her face and arms, both bare but slightly smeared with dirt and grime. Long locks of pure blonde hair were tucked up under her cap, to avoid making her more recognisable. These features were due to her Scandinavian heritage. Icy blue eyes scanned her surroundings as she bit her lower lip. Once her heartbeat had settled she ran her fingertips over the cool blackness of her gun in its holster by her hip. The girl had been sent from the army base camp at the lower end of the jungle to infiltrate the opposition's camp, find out information on their weapons, soldiers, aims and so forth, without being caught. Lexi was getting closer as she could hear a mere whisper of voices traveling in the wind. Taking a deep breathe in Lexi sidled around the tree and then began to keep moving ever closer to her goal.
Thread: Kratos and HeartItRaces

A jungle of almost never ending trees and vegetation.. really it was something not seen often in these days, yet it was almost a perfect setting for what was occurring between two nations right here,.. a war almost was taking place.. and Seth was the leader of this particular squad that for now.. was resting within the camp that had been setup just for them, most of them being the more elite of the soldiers.. Seth no exception. They had ideas that the other camp.. not to far from here would try to infiltrate.. and yet he had told them to act normal, this would allow the other camp a chance in, but he would catch anyone that would try to sneak into the base under his command personally and then deal with them. It was more the fact he preferred to take things into his own hands instead of dirtying up others.. they all had important tasks to think about.. so only he needed to be distracted in the fact that soon someone would probably come to try and infiltrate.. possibly even try to take him out as that would be a fast method to stop this war. Although he was slightly limited by his full uniform,.. it was a little cold to wear anything else otherwise, his black boots great protection from what the jungle had to offer. From head to toe the rest was standard.. his shoulder showcasing his rank with a double stripe, he was yet to earn any medals for the front.. but that would come in time. Slowly he paced inside his own quarters of the camp, it was known partially that the group that they had to call opposition knew this was his location.. but the source that had told him such a thing, well.. was said to not tell the others because he would deal with it. The conflict mainly had been over land.. rights,.. wealth.. and other assorted things although this conflict really was not solving anything.. it was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, but still Seth felt the need to hang around and fight. sorry for delay.. and that my post is not better
Thread: Kratos and HeartItRaces

Lexi's eyebrows shifted down at an angle as she peered into the trees, making out the distinct shape of a tent, and then she saw another one, larger, more like a marquee, and then a few more! A slight look of confusion crossed her face, they weren't supposed to be this close, her information had clearly stated that the opposition clearly made camp at least another half mile away from where she was currently standing. A quick moment of panic gripped her before she closed her eyes and scowled, trying to dismiss thoughts of being caught due to something petty such as breathing too loudly. Consciously she slowed her breath, the sound of her inhalation and exhalation softening, she had to stay focused on making it through this mission. Nimbly she darted through the trees, edging closer to the camp until she was roughly 50 feet away. Her delicate hands lifted a small pair of binoculars to her eyes, swiftly scanning the perimeter for watchmen, only her pale face was barely visible within the dense foliage of the jungles under-growth. White Fox to Red Sparrow, I am about to enter the enemy's base. Over. She spoke in a mere whisper towards her wrist watch which transmitted her voice back to her own base camp, she would receive no reply as it was a one-way transmitter. With a soft sigh she began to head to the west side of the camp which seemed to be empty of soldiers. Roughly 5 minutes later she dove into a tumble, rolling into the open flaps of an empty tent before standing beside the opening with her gun held firmly in her hands.
Thread: Kratos and HeartItRaces

It was true that they as a group had moved their camp closer without showing a sign of movement. This would surprise anyone who came to try and spy on the group.. but Seth had sent some of the people away from the area he was in mainly for the fact that he could handle anything.. if anything actually came. He had a suspicion today someone was trying to come and either kill him, steal information.. or just spy to find out the setup that the camp had. Luckily his tent had not much technical data and so if someone did come.. because it looked like the easiest to enter without being noticed they would probably head for that location. He was hoping to draw the people towards him.. that way he could have the honors with dealing them.. and so now he was just waiting, prepared for a person to come but relaxed enough to be slightly off guard. Nearby he heard what sounded like a movement which caused him to get up from where he was resting, his hand slid to his belt before simply withdrawing a knife, the other hand was sitting on the holster of his gun but he would not resort to it, unless it was the last action that would either save his life.. or was just needed. His footsteps were loud, his army boots steel capped which just made each step a little heavier and no matter who it was.. well she knew he was around now. This would turn out to be rather interesting although he still had not seen her yet, since she was only nearby.. not in direct sight yet and if she was clever.. she would probably try to keep it that way,.. but Seth knew he could get around that somehow sorry for delay
Thread: A Roman Socialite and Her Tamer (Nurse x Houdini)

Adonna was a trendsetter. Adonna was a rock star, celebrity, diva, and role model all in one. Adonna was the image of affluence in ancient Rome. She was also becoming the bane of her father??s existence. At eighteen years old Adonna had yet to agree to marry any of the men he??d put up to her, saying that her life was hers to live and that she wasn??t going to throw it away for some smelly old senator. Her father had had quite enough of that. It was at a particularly large party at his very own estate that he decided to announce to Adonna that she was going to be married once and for all, no matter what she had to say about it. The man she would be marrying was going to be his secret guest of honor, only to be announced once he??d subdued Adonna as much as he possibly could. She was the picture of beauty that night. She wore a dark blue toga with pure gold brooches at her shoulder and waist to keep it on her. She wore her togas a little tight so that all could see her luscious breasts and divine hips. She had the ass and thighs to go along with it, though no man had ever laid eyes on any asset she retained. She was one hundred percent virgin as any man who??d ever attempted to get with Adonna would tell you she always giggled and waltzed away at the worst moment. Her hair was done up in lavish curls atop her head and she had gold earrings hanging from her delicate ears. She had a goblet of wine in hand her second of the evening and was busy weaving in and out of guests when her father waved her over. She spoke to a few people before she went over, always testing her limits with him. ??Yes, father?? she asked absently, fluttering her eyelashes at him. ??Adonna, I??m through with your nonsense. You are marrying. You can either agree to go with it peacefully, or I will announce it in front of the entire gathering so you cannot refuse.? Adonna??s eyes clouded and she gripped the goblet tighter. ??Father. We have been through this before ???? but he cut her off and raised his voice, ??You will do as I say. You will learn to respect a man. If you cannot respect me, you will respect your husband. He is here now, and anxious to meet you.? Patronus gestured behind him to invite the man out from his ??hiding?? place to meet his angry betrothed.