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Thread: Darling daughter~ [Melu x RPG-Girl]

Kelly Belmonte was a rather young girl, on the cusp of womanhood, at least as the law was concerned, but still, she was more aware of things then she normally let on, a little something she picked up from her other mother. Though of course, she only had one mommy! Yet, as she sprawled on the bed, tail twitching a bit as she read, her nose twitched, ears pointed towards the kitchen, as she threw on a simple enough house robe, just enough to cover, short enough to tease, thick enough to be warm, tight and thin enough to leave little to the imagination. As she ran down the stairs, making little noise, she gave a squeal as she saw the pancakes, eyes almost lighting up, as she flew into her mothers embrace, head in her soft mounds, arms around her, even as the hands brushed the mature woman's rear. As she spoke, lips would brush the fabric, speaking into her flesh. Oithankyousomuchmommy! She exhales it as a single word, as she hugs and nuzzles, innocent, but much like a cat.
Thread: Winter's Embrace [Melu x Lord Red]

Her guards were swift, and just. With a snap of her fingers, her guards would deliver Elsa the world, she knew. Ever since the debut of her powers, the townspeople both loved her and feared her. If they should invoke her wrath again, perhaps winters hold over them would not be so quick to dissipate they knew . It was a fear that gripped them by their bones, shaking their inner core. Elsa could feel the fear, taste it. Everyone in this kingdom feared her, despite her sisters optimistic overview of post-coronation life here, in this sleepy, predictable palace. But Anna was different. She was a ray of light in a dingy, dark room. How could she let her go? If she left, she was sure her neverending winter would return. Thats why Im so sorry, dear sister Elsa would never let her go. As the guards brought Anna to her, Elsa snapped her fingers, and the guards retreated, locking the door behind them. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Anna, Elsa murmured, a small frown painting her delicate features. Im so disappointed in you. To take off like that, in the middle of the night? She shook her head, stepping closer to her sister. I thought you cared for me. Were sisters, arent we?
Thread: Hunting the Prey (Zomgirl and Lord_Red)

Sabine knelled to the forest floor, examining another track. For the past week, she has been looking to kill a werewolf. These creatures equaled a pretty penny at the market. Not only were they a menace to society, but their fur was highly prized and many used it for household decorations and clothing. At first, she told herself that she would become a were hunter in order to protect her friends and family. Now, though she still thinks that way when she questions herself, she admits the money is nothing to sneeze at. In her town, Sabine is one of the top hunters, killing almost a dozen werewolves in the last three years of her becoming a hunter. She could sense that number thirteen was would be the prize pig that earns her the tittle of top hunter. As she compared the track size against her hand she felt a chill run down her spin. This were that she was tracking at the moment had to be massive in it's transformed state. She guessed on all fours he had to be her height. She wouldn't even bother to estimate how tall he would be standing. Sabine straightened up, pulling a stray piece of hair out of her face. The tracks appeared to her to be hours old, although given the number, she figured he walked this area a number of different times. She pulled her rifle off of her back and held it, ready to aim. Sabine did not want to be caught unprepared around this creature.
Thread: Hunting the Prey (Zomgirl and Lord_Red)

Renardine wove his way through the trees, his footsteps near-silent on the leaf covered ground. He knew he was being followed-though by the same token, he did not know everything that followed him. He pauses for just a moment, nose raised to the air, and sniffs. With a start, he sets off towards the east, away from the scents of mankind.
Thread: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana Dr. Lila Ryan looked over the case file she was supposed to testify on the following week. A woman who had thrown her infant child from a sixth story window. Postpartum psychosis was the diagnosis the defense attorney was pushing for, and she would going to have to evaluate the woman before then. She pushed the file back on her desk sipping at her tea, looking for a distraction, an excuse to put off the case for another day. Fortunately for her, distraction came in the form of a text, from her husband. Hey babe. Whenever you've some free time, can you call by. There's a case I'd like you to take a look at. Wasnt quite the flirtatious or romantic text she would have hoped for, but it appealed to her all the same. Tom was a practical man, and dedicated to his work, as much as she was to hers. It worked well for the couple. Their first date was actually predicated on Tom inviting her out to dinner to talk about a case. She was surprised to find out that there was no pretense to his invitation, and they spent most of the evening discussing the psyche profile of a kidnapper. Had she been anyone else, it would have been considered a lousy first date, but for Lila, it was a dream. They married a year later and things had been great ever since. Well, one occasionally got swept up in their work, but they could work it out, regardless. Lila had grown up relatively privileged, two parent home in suburbia, went to a good college and received her PhD in Psychology by age 24. Published in the American journal of Forensic Psychology three times before she was thirty, she was already a rather successful forensic psychologist. So what drove a good girl from the right side of town into studying the darkest of the dark? A position of safety and privilege, most likely. Such threats were far away from her life, and married to a respectable further isolated her form the kind of the mostly men and women she profiled. Dressing in her typical business casual attire, she wore a white button up blouse, that only just clung to her breasts. She paired it with black slacks, fitted to her curves and modest heels. She wore her hair in a half up style, letting her bangs fall over her pale green eyes. Picking up food on her way there, she arrived at the precinct giving the impression she was just meeting her husband for the lunch. She stepped right into his office, placing the takeout on a nearby table giving him a kiss on the cheek. I guess it is a good thing I am good at what I do, otherwise you would never have an excuse to call me during the day, She teased, sitting across from him at his desk. Are you hungry? I thought we would try the Korean BBQ that just opened on Main. I picked up some short ribs, bbq chicken, cold spicy noodles, and steamed vegetables over rice. She explained, picking up each container to read off its contents. She served herself a bit from all four, and pulled a water bottle from her bag, wasting no time before digging in. So, what can you tell me about the case?
Thread: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana Some fear caught in her throat as he mentioned the physical description. It sounded the way he might describe her to a friend who hadnt met her. She pushed down the unease, flashing a smile to hide her apprehension. Sounds like you have similar tastes, Lila teased, and then immediately regretted it, finishing her bottled water to avoid having to see the reaction on his face. He continued, ignoring her remark for the time being. She looked over the case file, green eyes briefly taking in the vast amounts of information. She analyzed quickly, while she worked on her food. By the time she finished her lunch, she had a solid profile working through her mind. A lot of work to put in just t rape and kill. Its almost likecourtship. Like he sees himself as part of their life. Delusional, on top of being a sexual sadist. His choice of victim supports this. These arent necessarily easy targets. He could have chosen prostitutes and he would have twice as many kills before anyone would have caught on. The choice of victim is more important than going under the radar, and is obviously a major driving force behind his actions. He is extraordinarily confident, toying with them for month before making his move, never actually afraid of getting caught in the ensuing time. Based on victimology, I am guessing white male, mid-thirties to late forties. This dedication to stalking means he has considerable free time, so he is most likely single. He is intelligent and organized, highly aware of how far to push the inappropriate behavior and escalation, without actually attracting attention from law enforcement before he completes his routine. I wouldnt rule out someone knowledgeable about the law. The main thing that jumped out at Lila was how fascinating this killer was. Oh, he was a terrible person, little doubt about that, and she was more than happy to lend her considerable skillset to Tom so he could take the man down, and lock him away for the rest of his life. But him being a terrible person did not take away from his ability to fascinate and entrance her. She knew, suddenly, that he was what she was looking for. He was the case that would cement her career. She would publish a book on him and his crimes, and she would be at the apex of her career. And Tom, if he could catch this man before the FBI caught on and took over, would see his ambitions realized as well. At this point in time, it was in both of their best interests to keep this among themselves. Three kills, with a common M.O. and a cooling off period. Tom, this is a serial killer. You are supposed to call this in, She explained, her eyes meeting his now, testing his resolve. She collected her things, giving him another kiss as she readied herself to leave, I have to go and interview the Jennings woman now, before I testify next week. I might be able to get you a written profile by tomorrow afternoon, if you like.
Thread: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana The rest of the afternoon was spent working on her current caseload, spending a couple hours interviewing her postpartum psychosis case. The whole thing was incredibly draining, and she still had to go through the five pages of notes she wrote down in the interim and get a write up done. Lila was positively drained, and it was hardly 3 pm. She pulled out her phone, to text Tom to bring home some dinner tonight. There was a message waiting for her, form a number she didnt recognize. It wasnt so strange, she used this phone for business as much as for personal use, so she often got message from the various detectives, attorneys, prosecutors and even the occasional FBI agent. It wasnt hard to get a hold of her, if one knows who she was. Of course, the text she received was not anything she would have been expecting. Dark hair, green eyes, just my type. It sent cold shivers down her spine, freezing her in her tracks. She stared at it for a few minutes longer, rereading every word until they were meaningless collections of letters. It was ominous, but not in any way that way obvious, or clear to understand. It was flirtatious, in a predatory manner, in a way that saw her as a prize to be won, an object to be claimed, instead of a person with her own agency. Immediately her mind went to the case she had discussed with Tom. The serial rapist and killer. No it didnt make any sense. How could he know Tom was on to him, or that she was called in? Her rational mind swept about the fears, none of it made any sense. It was merely coincidence, someone would text her like this on the day she consulted on that case. It was unrelated, surely. Some pushy guy who didnt think her having a husband made her off limits. She was attractive, still hit on regularly, mostly when she was alone. She blocked the number form texting her again, writing it off. She sent out her message to Tom, debating telling him about the message. Ultimately, she decided against it. Tom was a jealous man, and telling him about the text would only cause him to launch off into an investigation into who might have sent it to her, and what her relationship was to them. It was a far cry to say he was paranoid, but he inquisitive about any men she might have been friendly with. It was one of the few things that triggered him, so she avoided doing things that might upset him in that way. Including deleting the text form her phone, figuring what he doesnt know cant hurt him. It was easier that arguing. She went home now, locking herself in her office while she worked on the write up for her case, ignoring the outside world for the meanwhile. She wrote for three hours, well after Tom should have been home, unable to move on to the next task until she finished this one.
Thread: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana Lila wanted nothing more than to seek the sanctuary of Toms embrace. To have him wrap his arms around her and shield her from the darkness of the world. She just wanted to feel safe, safe from the terrible things she knew all too well happened to people. She was about to tell him about the mystery texts she received, and how she received them this evening, this same evening her husband told her about a serial killer and rapist who targeted women who looked like her. Instead, he yelled at her. For being scared. His tone accusatory, as though she had done something wrong. As though she was in the wrong here. As though he hadnt come home late from work, without even a call or a text to let her know what was going on. The adrenaline pumping through her body refused to let her see reason. Refused to let logic through. Refused to let cooler heads prevail. Five words were all it took to flip the switch from flight to fight mode. In the five years of marriage, Lila and Tom argued very rarely. They had fought only once, and it was before they married. Lila had never forgotten that fight, never forgot the rage he had demonstrated that night. The look in his eyes, when she thought he was going to hit her, the sound of the hallway mirror shattering and flooring to the floor, as he took his rage out on it instead. How she screamed at him to leave, and he stormed out, nearly tearing the door off the hinges as he slammed it shut behind him. It was three months before their wedding, and she had sincerely considered breaking off their engagement. She would have, had he laid a hand on her then. What had incited his rage that night? She had brought up his estranged father, and tried to talk Tom into reconciling with him, for the ceremony. Even that far into their engagement, she didnt know how bad his relationship with his father was. That even bringing up the conversation of possibly forgiving him would turn the man she loved into a wrathful beast, was not something she was prepared for. A few days later he can back around, after both of them had a chance cool off. He opened up about his painful childhood, and how hard he had work to distance himself from the abusive drunk that raised him. They had reached a new level of trust that day, a higher degree of connection and intimacy. So Lila took him back, married him like she had promised, but in the back of her head was that one night where his fury was monstrous. Since then she had taken steps to be conscious of his anger. Fortunately for her, there were only a few issues that incited his rage to that extent, so it wasnt hard to avoid it. Usually. Despite the fear that she hadnt forgotten in all this time, Lila wasnt back down this time. She couldnt, her pride and fear wouldnt let her. Its after nine, Tom, Lila spat venomously, pulling away. You dont call, you dont text. Where the hell were you? Why couldnt you just let me know? The text came back to her. Was he really working? I have my doubts. What were you doing, that you couldnt let me know you would be gone? Who were you with?
Thread: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana Lila looked up at Tom with pleading eyes. Eyes full of fear and desperation. He looked down at her, yanking her hair with utter cruelty, and still he did not stop. She whimpered as he pulled out his cock, and screamed as he whipped her, the sting of the lash striking harder than she would have imagined. Then just say the word. What word? No? Stop? Dont hurt me? What was she supposed to say? She had already begged him not to hurt her, but he believe it part of the act. Or, he didnt care. But there was some softening in his eyes as he watched her, anticipating something. Come on, say it. Stopplease stop. She whined, eyes locked on the whip raised in the air. A sharp shriek filled the room as he came down again. She flinched as his rock hard cock smacked her face. Not painful, just humiliating, smearing her made up face with his juices. Mocking her, as he did it again, and all she could hear was the voice of the man who promised to hurt her. A voice she hadnt even perceived yet, and still she heard this in his voice. The whip came down once more, and it took all her effort not to cry. Partially out of fear that if she did cry, he would stop, and all this humiliation will have been for nothing. Partially out of fear that if she did cry, he still wouldnt stop. She had to endure, fuck him and get it over with, to satisfy the sick fuck that watched form far away. The thought of him, watching and getting off on her torment made it harder to hold back the tears, made it harder to keep it all together. So she just trembled as Tom pulled out her breasts, groping them roughly, too roughly for her to find any enjoyment in the act. So open your mouth, whore, and beg for me to fuck it, like your husband wouldn't dare. This was her chance. Suck him off, overwhelm him with pleasure.Hell drop this stupid act, and then they can fuck and get it over with. It was maddening, how badly she wanted to fuck her husband earlier today, and not all she could think of was how to get him off quickly, how to get past the sex. The stalker took this from her. Tainted something that should have been fun and special between husband and wife, and turned it into something dark and perverse. She was consumed with feeling of hate, even as her lips opened to take the throbbing head of Toms cock. She did it sensually, as she had always in the past. Licking the ridge of the crown, slathering it in saliva before slurping down his head. Wet moans escaped filled her mouth as she tried to force herself to do this, even as she wanted to sob, even as she wanted to break down and beg Tom to stop. Inch by inch his meat disappeared in her mouth, as she tried to focus on pleasing him, distracting him from his sadism with bliss. She bobbed up and down, coating his with spit, making his shaft slick as she slid down it. She couldnt even look him in the eye, as she felt tears stream down her cheeks.
Thread: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana Lila tried desperately to focus on sucking off Tom, to push out all the abuse he hurled at her, to hold back the tears that threatened to streak down her face. It was never enough, though. Even as she offered her mouth, he took more, whipping into her thighs and yanking her hair. It was a struggle to meet his gaze, her own eyes wet with tears, but she had little choice in the matter as he craned her neck up. A muffled cry filled her mouth as his cock filled it as well, the thick meat penetrating far deeper now than she had ever previously accepted him. Struggling against the girth invading her throat, Lila felt the last remnants of her will breaking away. His insults were breaking her down, affecting her far more in the moment that they really should have. Gasping as sobbing as his cock escaped her lips, she whimpered away as he smacked his glistening cock against her cheek once more. Imagine how it's going to feel in your cunt The phrase made her tense her body already bracing against the unwanted incursion. The last thing in the world she wanted to do was to fuck this man, this man was violated her mouth and spewed hatred at her. Worse still that thought of how he might tarnish their love making with cruel and violent sex caused her even more anxiety, anxiety she couldnt easily push down. She was sucking him willingly, and still this was torment. How much would he hurt her when he forces her to take his cock? The thought didnt have a chance to catch in her mind, as he once more filled her throat with his length, this time holding Lila in place as he throbbed within her mouth. She cried against his cock, as he refused to move, and refused to let her up, unable to take a breath with her face buried in his crotch. Her vocalization became louder and more insistent as her body began to shake and shiver against the loss of air. Or maybe I'll fuck you up the ass. She didnt even have a chance to fear sodomy at his hands. Asphyxiating on his shaft was a more pressing concern, despite the cruel certainty in his voice. Angry hands smacked at his thighs and stomach slapping harder and harder as she began choking, throat tightening against his meat at the need for air. Finger dug into his skin as she fought him, unable to believe her husband thought she was enjoying this. Or terrified that he didnt care that she wasnt.
Thread: The Anology of Team Rwby ((Lilly and Alexis))

Deep in the recesses of the Emerald Forest, a secret facility was in place. Team Rwby, a recently put together group of huntresses. They had just managed to pass the Emerald Forest trial, and had done well. However a mission ordered by false pretenses under a falsly sent message to the four of their's Scrolls. They were not ready for when Roman Torchwick laid out a clever trap, team Rwby was gathered up, disarmed and bound. Transported later that day to a fortress in the forest. No one should have been able to find them. Torchwick had their weapons taken possibly destroyed. This was when, ultimately a hero was sent to find them. The woman was named Sapphire, the young woman had long blue hair, a cool in control behavior, and no connection to Beacon or Ozpin. She simply wandered the world of Remnant and as a vagrant huntress. She was moving along the forest with her prized weapon Brunhilde a massive blade with many different forms it can shift into. She wanders in through the forest, on a whim in fact, cutting down grimm on her rather 'enthusiastic walk' through the dangerous grimm and saw the facility built inside the fortress. Sapphire blinked Whats this... She saw guards outside, they were heavily armed, but as her curiosity, was far to high to and ultimately, 100 or so heavily armed guards later, the sexy mature huntress with her hour glass figure, and tightly bound a blue and white one piece suit with blue embroidery around the neckline cuffs and pant legs. Had managed to work her way up through the facility, and was carrying two sets of keys by the end of it... What am I going to do with these keys? She slightly wondered. Then she saw two solid doors in the depths she had wandered through the forest, there were bars on the door windows and she crept in close peeking in both of them.