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Hello you beautiful, sexy and intriguing page-sluts you! You can call me LengthOfRope or just about anything you like... Pet names are intoxicating. Anyway, the further down this thread that you read the more about me you are going to learn. You are going to learn what I write, why I write and what I seek in ideal partners.
From the title you can probably get a bit of an idea of what I am looking for and you are a clever little bird if you are thinking it's erotica! I adore smut! I love writing it and I love reading it! I melt at the delicious ways that a talented writer can describe the most debauched scenarios and I am intoxicated with the idea that my partner is dripping with anticipation of my next post!
Anyway... Like I said keep reading and you will learn a LOT more about me. Also props to one Nymphomanical whose format I shamelessly stole to make my own request thread. If your reading this darling and I have not already messaged you please reach out to me! I think we could have a lovely time writing together.
So just what IS a LengthOfRope?
Well... That's pretty self explanatory aint it? Sorry, I enjoy being 'cute'.
I am sure you would like to know a bit about me as a person here right at the top right? Well that's not too difficult. I am not a shy person by nature and though I am not about to hand out my home address to you just about anything non-identifiable is fair game for questions about me. I am a twenty-nine year old, American I.T professional with a full time job and a large amount of disposable income which I primarily use to spoil my cat. Well spoil my cat and use to feed my hobbies which include: Improvisational Acting, Gaming, Being Active in my local Kinky Community, volunteering at my local library and Serial Murder. One of those things is not true and simply added for comedic effect... But the answer may SURPRISE YOU!
'BUT' I hear you all saying, if those are your hobbies where does writing fit in?! Well sillies writing is not a 'hobby' for me. It's a therapy, it's a catharsis and it's as important to me as anything else in my life. I can quite literally not imagine myself being happy and sane without the ability to express myself through words. I started writing back when I was fourteen on various yahoo message boards and being a horny teenager I was quite quickly attracted to erotica as an outlet for all the sexually frustrating emotions that plague a young man. So yes... I started early. I swear I understand that's not for everyone and certainly not appropriate. But I AM convinced it has a lot to do with the kinky, fucked up and amazing person I have become so I can't exactly hide it. I threw myself full force into the darkest and most debauched corners of the early internet and refined my writing on the black altar of everything negative your parents ever told you about the world wide web.
But that's not all there is to me! Like I said above I have other hobbies. I LOVE acting and have worked on and off for murder mystery troupes, medieval festivals and various other enterprises since I was in high school. I firmly believe it has helped me as a writer as well since I am able to get into the headspace of most of my characters fairly easily. Speaking of getting into 'headspace', empathy comes VERY easily to me and I love to get to know and chat with my writing partners. I can be flirty and kinky as well if you are open and receptive to it, I love knowing what my partner is thinking about the last post I wrote for them and I am writing as much for them as myself... I am a pleaser so I can't help it!
I am also an avid gamer, if there is a new triple A release then there is a good chance I am playing it. My steam library is is larger than the number of porn that I have bookmarked and let me tell you my bookmarks are FILTHY with porn. Lately I have been playing a heck of a lot of JRPG's like Trails of Cold Steel but I also spend time on various multiplayer games when the mood takes me. Strategy is my biggest time sink though! You would not believe the number of hours I have sunk into Total War Warhammer II!
Anyway! If you have not figured it out yet I am kind of a whore. In the kinky community I identify as as a switch with a preference for dominant tendencies. It does not take much to rev me up and really get me excited about an RP or a character. If you've read this far let me know by including the word 'fornication' in any opening messages you may send me.
So what is a LengthOfRopes safeword?
That's just a clever way for me to allude to rules... But for the curious among you it's banana.
The truth is I don't have a TON of rules. I am kind of a free spirit and I feel with the right impetus or scenario I can get into, on or behind(giggity) almost anything. But the quickest way to turn me off writing with you is to make me feel like I am an afterthought or that I am low-effort. YES I am easy but that does not mean I want you to TAKE it easy.
I absolutely despise one liners, please put some effort into any messages you send me because I for sure as hell am going to be putting effort into messages I send back! I want to feel like my writing is appreciated and if I send you a six paragraph response and you respond with just a couple of lines our RP is probably over.
I am not a grammar fiend and you've probably noticed a few mistakes here and there in my writing but I try very hard to proofread what I send and correct mistakes as I find them, I appreciate the same courtesy. I am not QUITE so unfocused as to have a misplaced yours and your's snatch me out of a deeply erotic bit of reading but if there are enough of them I am going to notice and my OCD will compel me to point it out to you!
As I mentioned above I am deeply interested and invested in my writing partner's enjoyment of our story together, whether it's a complex long-term plot we develop over hours of OOC chatter and communication or a quick and smutty dive into depravity I want to know that my writing is 'doing' it for you. Yeah I know that's not everyone's cup of tea and you don't have to be graphic about anything. But If I did not care about the sexual expression side of writing I would probably still be playing on pg-13 sites! But let me know you enjoyed it! Tell me what you liked! I will strive to tailor my writing to be even better for you!
Speaking of tailoring writing... I am not a HUGE fan of slice of life stories. I prefer much darker and more disturbed settings for my writing. Fantasy is always a good one and so is sci-fi with a trend towards dystopia. I also have a number of fandoms I like to play in like Harry Potter, DC Comics and Game of Thrones, my only rule on those is that if you want me to play a canon you typically should expect to play one as well! Tit-for-tat.
But what does a LengthOfRope 'do'?
Oh ye of little imagination! I can do just about 'anything' for you.
My kinks are... uh... Broad. Beware NSFW below!
Seriously there are very few things I can't get into writing with the right partner and mindset. Honestly a good erotic RP is a lot like a great meal, the important thing is how all the ingredients work together! Still let's talk a bit about those most common spices I enjoy...
I adore the bodies of both women and men, though my preference for the male form is definitely more on the feminine side rather than the hunka-hunka side. I prefer to play male characters of a certain type like this. I adore female character with atypical looks, give me a barbarian over a blushing princess. Give me the school slut over the nice girl any day! Want to REALLY rev my engine? Give me alternative hair styles, and body mods galore! I also don't shy away from non-humans. In fact if you wanna play a goblin, orc, demon, halfling or alien I am more than happy to indulge you.
I am happy write a rough pounding, deep anal penetration and intense oral scenes for you. But the harder the fucking better. I love it when a character subverts the trope. Play a prostitute who loves her job. Play a punk girl with an unhealthy obsession with asphyxiation. If you want to have your girl skullfucked till she pukes I am all in! If you want $public I will happily provide. You want a dude who will lick you out AFTER he cums inside I shall provide! Give me as dark as you are willing to go.
Speaking of dark, I don't just say that word lightly. I am disappointed every-time I click on a thread with a promising title only to find out the person is NOT into snuff, incest, bestiality and all the other dark twisted things my little heart desires. Sure it's not THEIR fault! But when you title your seeking thread something like 'KILL ME WITH WORDS!' I expect there to be at LEAST some bad ends on the docket.
Bad ends are a favorite of mine, especially when they are well earned and entirely deserved. I am not a fan of rip and tear so much as sensual death and I much prefer it when the victim is a willing participant in their own demise. Strange right? I like consent. Sure it can be brought about by mind control or maybe the victim just thinks it's all a game. But I like them to be INTO it when I write a bad end. I am also a fan of wetting in fear and in death, but that's not essential. I am also willing to play a victim for the right plot.
As far as incest goes, I prefer siblings and cousins over fathers and mothers but for the right plot I can do just about anything.
Bestiality can be fun as part of a plot but I dislike playing non-complex creatures alone so expect their to be someone holding the leash! At the same time I detest playing pure brute characters who get everything because of the size of their muscles. I don't mind playing them on the side though as long as my main is in charge!
Speaking of sides... I usually like to throw in several side characters to a complex plot. Both male and female and I encourage my partners to do the same and to use the ones I make to further their own ends. Yep that means you can get gangbangs, threesomes, orgies and more galore if you want it!
I love me some amazon position and power bottoming as well.
But what about FANDOMS Rope?!
Now like I mentioned above I do have some characters out of fandom that I love to play against, seriously just ask me for some ideas featuring them or suggest a pairing and I will be all over that!
Harley Quinn is probably my number one... Mama always said dont stick your dick in crazy but mama did not have a dick so she does not know what she's missing out on!
I also love many of the female characters from the Legend of Korra.
I have an unhealthy thing for cartoon redheads like Vicky, Frankie and Wendy.
I also think Velma Dinkley is probably smoking hot under that sweater.
Hermionie, Ginny and Luna are also quite a bit of fun!
Also, game of thrones is just begging for bad ends!
Also I.T. because Sophia Lillis who plays Beverly Marsh is now officially 18 and I can find her attractive! Plus the level of fucked up that that story can get is WOOOHOO.
So the newest season of Netflix's castlvania is out and oh my god did it have some erotically charged and amazing moments. Those of you who watched the last few episodes know what I am talking about. I'll happily play any canon across from any canon though my preferences would be for Sumi and Taka or Lenore.
Otherwise hit me up and maybe I will have seen it or heard about it!
Plot Bunnies of LengthofRope...
First here is an actual bunny.
Now as far as plots go I prefer to build up something directly with a partner, I like to CRAFT my plots rather than simply play roles. That being said here are a few plot starters that could interest you...
Samples of ALengthOfRope
From the title you can probably get a bit of an idea of what I am looking for and you are a clever little bird if you are thinking it's erotica! I adore smut! I love writing it and I love reading it! I melt at the delicious ways that a talented writer can describe the most debauched scenarios and I am intoxicated with the idea that my partner is dripping with anticipation of my next post!
Anyway... Like I said keep reading and you will learn a LOT more about me. Also props to one Nymphomanical whose format I shamelessly stole to make my own request thread. If your reading this darling and I have not already messaged you please reach out to me! I think we could have a lovely time writing together.
So just what IS a LengthOfRope?
Well... That's pretty self explanatory aint it? Sorry, I enjoy being 'cute'.
I am sure you would like to know a bit about me as a person here right at the top right? Well that's not too difficult. I am not a shy person by nature and though I am not about to hand out my home address to you just about anything non-identifiable is fair game for questions about me. I am a twenty-nine year old, American I.T professional with a full time job and a large amount of disposable income which I primarily use to spoil my cat. Well spoil my cat and use to feed my hobbies which include: Improvisational Acting, Gaming, Being Active in my local Kinky Community, volunteering at my local library and Serial Murder. One of those things is not true and simply added for comedic effect... But the answer may SURPRISE YOU!
'BUT' I hear you all saying, if those are your hobbies where does writing fit in?! Well sillies writing is not a 'hobby' for me. It's a therapy, it's a catharsis and it's as important to me as anything else in my life. I can quite literally not imagine myself being happy and sane without the ability to express myself through words. I started writing back when I was fourteen on various yahoo message boards and being a horny teenager I was quite quickly attracted to erotica as an outlet for all the sexually frustrating emotions that plague a young man. So yes... I started early. I swear I understand that's not for everyone and certainly not appropriate. But I AM convinced it has a lot to do with the kinky, fucked up and amazing person I have become so I can't exactly hide it. I threw myself full force into the darkest and most debauched corners of the early internet and refined my writing on the black altar of everything negative your parents ever told you about the world wide web.
But that's not all there is to me! Like I said above I have other hobbies. I LOVE acting and have worked on and off for murder mystery troupes, medieval festivals and various other enterprises since I was in high school. I firmly believe it has helped me as a writer as well since I am able to get into the headspace of most of my characters fairly easily. Speaking of getting into 'headspace', empathy comes VERY easily to me and I love to get to know and chat with my writing partners. I can be flirty and kinky as well if you are open and receptive to it, I love knowing what my partner is thinking about the last post I wrote for them and I am writing as much for them as myself... I am a pleaser so I can't help it!
I am also an avid gamer, if there is a new triple A release then there is a good chance I am playing it. My steam library is is larger than the number of porn that I have bookmarked and let me tell you my bookmarks are FILTHY with porn. Lately I have been playing a heck of a lot of JRPG's like Trails of Cold Steel but I also spend time on various multiplayer games when the mood takes me. Strategy is my biggest time sink though! You would not believe the number of hours I have sunk into Total War Warhammer II!
Anyway! If you have not figured it out yet I am kind of a whore. In the kinky community I identify as as a switch with a preference for dominant tendencies. It does not take much to rev me up and really get me excited about an RP or a character. If you've read this far let me know by including the word 'fornication' in any opening messages you may send me.
So what is a LengthOfRopes safeword?
That's just a clever way for me to allude to rules... But for the curious among you it's banana.
The truth is I don't have a TON of rules. I am kind of a free spirit and I feel with the right impetus or scenario I can get into, on or behind(giggity) almost anything. But the quickest way to turn me off writing with you is to make me feel like I am an afterthought or that I am low-effort. YES I am easy but that does not mean I want you to TAKE it easy.
I absolutely despise one liners, please put some effort into any messages you send me because I for sure as hell am going to be putting effort into messages I send back! I want to feel like my writing is appreciated and if I send you a six paragraph response and you respond with just a couple of lines our RP is probably over.
I am not a grammar fiend and you've probably noticed a few mistakes here and there in my writing but I try very hard to proofread what I send and correct mistakes as I find them, I appreciate the same courtesy. I am not QUITE so unfocused as to have a misplaced yours and your's snatch me out of a deeply erotic bit of reading but if there are enough of them I am going to notice and my OCD will compel me to point it out to you!
As I mentioned above I am deeply interested and invested in my writing partner's enjoyment of our story together, whether it's a complex long-term plot we develop over hours of OOC chatter and communication or a quick and smutty dive into depravity I want to know that my writing is 'doing' it for you. Yeah I know that's not everyone's cup of tea and you don't have to be graphic about anything. But If I did not care about the sexual expression side of writing I would probably still be playing on pg-13 sites! But let me know you enjoyed it! Tell me what you liked! I will strive to tailor my writing to be even better for you!
Speaking of tailoring writing... I am not a HUGE fan of slice of life stories. I prefer much darker and more disturbed settings for my writing. Fantasy is always a good one and so is sci-fi with a trend towards dystopia. I also have a number of fandoms I like to play in like Harry Potter, DC Comics and Game of Thrones, my only rule on those is that if you want me to play a canon you typically should expect to play one as well! Tit-for-tat.
But what does a LengthOfRope 'do'?
Oh ye of little imagination! I can do just about 'anything' for you.
My kinks are... uh... Broad. Beware NSFW below!
Seriously there are very few things I can't get into writing with the right partner and mindset. Honestly a good erotic RP is a lot like a great meal, the important thing is how all the ingredients work together! Still let's talk a bit about those most common spices I enjoy...
I adore the bodies of both women and men, though my preference for the male form is definitely more on the feminine side rather than the hunka-hunka side. I prefer to play male characters of a certain type like this. I adore female character with atypical looks, give me a barbarian over a blushing princess. Give me the school slut over the nice girl any day! Want to REALLY rev my engine? Give me alternative hair styles, and body mods galore! I also don't shy away from non-humans. In fact if you wanna play a goblin, orc, demon, halfling or alien I am more than happy to indulge you.
I am happy write a rough pounding, deep anal penetration and intense oral scenes for you. But the harder the fucking better. I love it when a character subverts the trope. Play a prostitute who loves her job. Play a punk girl with an unhealthy obsession with asphyxiation. If you want to have your girl skullfucked till she pukes I am all in! If you want $public I will happily provide. You want a dude who will lick you out AFTER he cums inside I shall provide! Give me as dark as you are willing to go.
Speaking of dark, I don't just say that word lightly. I am disappointed every-time I click on a thread with a promising title only to find out the person is NOT into snuff, incest, bestiality and all the other dark twisted things my little heart desires. Sure it's not THEIR fault! But when you title your seeking thread something like 'KILL ME WITH WORDS!' I expect there to be at LEAST some bad ends on the docket.
Bad ends are a favorite of mine, especially when they are well earned and entirely deserved. I am not a fan of rip and tear so much as sensual death and I much prefer it when the victim is a willing participant in their own demise. Strange right? I like consent. Sure it can be brought about by mind control or maybe the victim just thinks it's all a game. But I like them to be INTO it when I write a bad end. I am also a fan of wetting in fear and in death, but that's not essential. I am also willing to play a victim for the right plot.
As far as incest goes, I prefer siblings and cousins over fathers and mothers but for the right plot I can do just about anything.
Bestiality can be fun as part of a plot but I dislike playing non-complex creatures alone so expect their to be someone holding the leash! At the same time I detest playing pure brute characters who get everything because of the size of their muscles. I don't mind playing them on the side though as long as my main is in charge!
Speaking of sides... I usually like to throw in several side characters to a complex plot. Both male and female and I encourage my partners to do the same and to use the ones I make to further their own ends. Yep that means you can get gangbangs, threesomes, orgies and more galore if you want it!
I love me some amazon position and power bottoming as well.
But what about FANDOMS Rope?!
Now like I mentioned above I do have some characters out of fandom that I love to play against, seriously just ask me for some ideas featuring them or suggest a pairing and I will be all over that!
Harley Quinn is probably my number one... Mama always said dont stick your dick in crazy but mama did not have a dick so she does not know what she's missing out on!
I also love many of the female characters from the Legend of Korra.
I have an unhealthy thing for cartoon redheads like Vicky, Frankie and Wendy.
I also think Velma Dinkley is probably smoking hot under that sweater.
Hermionie, Ginny and Luna are also quite a bit of fun!
Also, game of thrones is just begging for bad ends!
Also I.T. because Sophia Lillis who plays Beverly Marsh is now officially 18 and I can find her attractive! Plus the level of fucked up that that story can get is WOOOHOO.
So the newest season of Netflix's castlvania is out and oh my god did it have some erotically charged and amazing moments. Those of you who watched the last few episodes know what I am talking about. I'll happily play any canon across from any canon though my preferences would be for Sumi and Taka or Lenore.
Otherwise hit me up and maybe I will have seen it or heard about it!
Plot Bunnies of LengthofRope...
First here is an actual bunny.
Now as far as plots go I prefer to build up something directly with a partner, I like to CRAFT my plots rather than simply play roles. That being said here are a few plot starters that could interest you...
Gotham has no laws anymore... The Batman has gone 'dark' and nobody is safe. You would play one of the famous female rogues trying to make their way against a city full of criminals who see you as meat and a Batman who might just decide to kill you these days.
Brother and Sister have been together forever, they've kept each-other alive when things were bad and when their parents died they kept each-other sane. When they were forced to live with their abusive uncle they found escape in the strange journals full of mysteries they found and in each-others arms. Eventually they grew up to understand that they could only rely on each-other and used the occult knowledge they had gathered to make a pact with an eldritch being. Now the pair of them lead a cult in that same mysterious town, manipulating, murdering and having their way with their followers while the mystical power of the sister slowly unwinds her mind and the brother seeks a way to break their pact before his sister is lost completely... Except she likes the power.
So what? I like serial killers and am a wannabe Ripperologist! Leave me alone!
Samples of ALengthOfRope
Club Banshee, Redmond Seattle - 10:30pm
The music was loud, pounding and incessent. Some NuTronica insanity beat that set the blood on fire and made it impossible to understand anyone unless they were intimately close to you... Intimately close was a good way to describe the club in general really. Not from lack of space, the twenty-five thousand square foot building had all three floors furnished. It was the bodies. Bodies packed in at the bar. Bodies packed onto the dance floor. Bodies writhing and surging against one another like breakers against the lone lighthouse that was the DJ's booth at the center of the flashing, strobing techno-geddon.
The clubs industrial strength air conditioners were silenced by the music but even still pulsed onward, waging a vain war against the heat of the metahuman revelers. People would die in here tonight and most likely it wouldent even be malicious, just some poor SINless with the breath crushed out of their lungs by the press or some rent-girl OD'd in the toilet while her friends drink and party themselves into oblivion. But this is what these people wanted. They wanted the reality of a place like this. People came to the Banshee for this. It was why 'HE' had come to the Banshee.
It was not something he always did... Truth be told on most nights he favored places like club Skeleton or Dante's Inferno, places where the music and the crowd was more subdued and elegant. Places where those of class went to be seen as much as to party. Here at Banshee though you were just one among hundreds. You were as anonymous and alone as you wanted to be despite the metahuman press around you. It was a sensation he appreciated, at once being absolutely isolated in a sea of people and simultaneously a part of a huge writhing organ of sound and light. He was dressed well but did not particularly stand out, Banshee attracted all types. From Johnny Corporate slumming it or trying to forget the tribulations of the latest board meeting to go-gangers drinking and psyching themselves up for some score. There were even shadowrunners about if you knew how to look for them.
He was on the shorter end of the human norm, 5'5" and had a lithe body that moved well on the dance floor. His dark leather pants hugged his hips and his toned thighs, artfully accentuating a bulge that occasionally drew an eye or a passing hand on the dance floor. His skin was smooth with a Persian complexion. His short hair colored in an ombre of black and a shocking electric blue that matched with the shading of several bright LED-toos across his exposed shoulders, more soft blue light pulsed in time with his movements on the dancefloor beneath the fine-link chain shirt he wore. His arms were slender and only the deepest observer or someone with a ware scanner would be able to tell that both were artifical, even the high synskin covering the augments was high class. His bio-sculpted eyes were a richly unnatural ice-blue that stood out against the color of his skin and the dark kohl around them.
He had been dancing for hours... The perks of his particular blend of augmentation and initiation and his skin sheened with pheromone laced sweat. One girl in particular had been dancing close to him for some time and after a while she had made her move. Sliding in close and grinding down. She was a pretty tusker who clearly knew what she wanted and was not shy about it. Her apple sized breasts were capped with hard brown nipples that showed through the sheerness of her tight white sleeveless and her kilt and combat boots made her look butch as hell. There were no words on the dance floor. Just movements and intent. He liked that... So when she smiled at him he smiled right back. He liked it this way. Putting himself out there, dangling like a piece of bait on a hook. It was appropriate beacuase he had never thought of himself as a hunter... Hunters went out looking for their prey. He was a trapper working his art.
Several blocks from Club Banshee, Seattle - 2:30AM
"FAHK YES YOU SKINNY FAGGOT!"
The words were hot and breathy and accompanied the rustling and clinking of a scuffle. They had left the club a while ago and only made it this far before the ork girl had pulled him into this alley. He liked that she was bold and that was taking what she needed. He liked the way it hurt when she shoved him up against the wall beside the foul smelling dumpster and pulled his chain shirt up and over his head to be discarded on the filthy ground. He liked the way her hands were calloused and roamed over his chest, playing with the piercings in his nipples.
"I like your accent." He purred back as his hand moved back between her thighs, slipping down the front of her kilt to tease at her slit, passed the panties he had pulled aside when his hand had first moved between her legs on the sidewalk. She quivvered and her nostrils flared like a bull when she shook her head, red dreadlocks flicking in the air as her mouth hung open. She growled out another pleasured groan as her mouth came to his and their tongues played. One of her hands left his chest and moved down to grip his cock through the leather of his pants. He allowed a moan to escape himself as well. She seemed to like it because she broke the kiss and sneered down at him with lust.
"Shaddup fag. I ain't for your amusment. Yer fer mine." She gripped him tighter through the leather and he let out a moan, breathy and hot.
"Yes mistress..." He cooed sarcastiaclly, his bright blue eyes locked on hers as a preassure from her grip on his other shoulder urged him down and a grunt told him he was working towards a smack in the mouth. He complied, slipping to his knees in the filthy alley. He pulled his hand from her kilt and smiled as her fingers knotted into his hair, roughly pulling him up as her other hand now shoved her kilt down to expose her fine pussy to the air. Her bush was a little unkempt but he did not mind, the smell of her sweat and arousal made it more primal. He liked it. She liked it even more when his tongue piercing found her clit a few moments later.
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"Oh gawd! Fahk! FAHK ME! FAHK ME 'ARDER YOU SIMP!"
Their positions had changed... It had not taken long. She was a horny bitch and the drugs they had shared back at the club had only made her want it more. They affected him too... But not as much. One built up a tolerance...
She was quite athletic for a burly bitch, her left leg thrown over his shoulder, her back against the wall she had first shoved him against one hand on his arm and the other rapidly strumming her own clit like she was a speed-metal guitarist. Her eyes were locked down to where his cock moved in and out of her arse, the position made the view awkward but she apprently liked watching the way her ass would pull a little everytime he pulled back. She was tight but not a virgin... If she had been she might have actually hit him when he slipped it in her backdoor instead of her front.
For his part he had one hand on her ankle near his ear as he kissed and bit softly at her calf and the other with a thumb hooked in her cheek so he could see her tusks better and force her to slur her words in a way he had decided he liked.
"You like this tusker?" He growled back at her with a fevered grin. Enjoying the way she spit and cursed at him when he used the deragatory slang. "You love it don't you? You fucking need it." He growled back licking spit from the corner of his lips where a glob of it had landed a moment ago in response to his latest insult. His smile grew a bit deeper as he could feel his climax beginning to build. He liked it to... He needed it. He needed what was about to happen so bad.
"Fuck yeah. Lets do it... Cum for me and I'll cum for you!" She bit his thumb and the pain receptors in his high-end augment told him that if it were flesh and blood he might have lost it, still synthetic blood would be filling her mouth and she seemed to like it because he could feel her muscles contract and her body start to wiggle in a way he had already figured out was her orgasmic bliss.
His hand trailed down her leg, down across her hips and up across her chest to her neck. It wasent until he felt rather than heard the slight 'hiss' of the razor extending from his palm that he started to cum. It was over in a flash, the blade was so sharp that he knew at first she wouldent even feel it as his palm passed over her neck and slit it open. It was a solid second before her eyes opened, still in the grips of her own orgasm and met his. To her credit she tried to fight then, but the small man she had pushed around so easily before could not be moved and held her with his cock buried in her ass, a thumb in her cheek and with her body pressed so tight to the alley that she could not leverage herself free. She was still cumming as her brain warred to regear it's body to fight or flight. She tried to yell. She tried to speak. But she just wheezed, the blade had gone deep and severed her vocal chords, the blood was pouring freely now down her chest, running like a small stream between her tits as the razor disappeared back into his palm, leaving only a bloody hand to hold her head firmly by her dreads.
"Shh... It's okay baby. It's okay. It wont hurt for long. Your dying and in a few seconds you won't even care. Your still feeling good. The endorphins are still high. Your going out on a tide of pleasure." His voice was like drizzled chocolate as he gazed into her eyes, his cock still pulsing the last hot streamers of cum into her backside. She was twitching and wheezing now, harder and better than any orgasam could summon from a body and it made him gasp in delight.
"You can feel it right? You gave me such a good fucking orgasm. I love you." He bent in to kiss her deeply as the flow of blood began to slacken, he could feel it running down between her legs, running across his cock and along it to his own body surging and slacking with the slowing rythem of her heart It felt hot and sticky and good. "I fucking love you." he cooed again as he broke the kiss, a thin stream of saliva connecting his lips to the womans. He held that pose for a few moment more in that dark alley before pulling back, letting the the woman fall to the ground and his cock spring free.
He stood for a moment, panting and admiring his handywork, the way that now she had fallen the womans head had tilted back showing just how deep the razor had gone, a few inches longer and she would have been decapitated.
"Why did you keep watching?" He asked after several moments.
The music was loud, pounding and incessent. Some NuTronica insanity beat that set the blood on fire and made it impossible to understand anyone unless they were intimately close to you... Intimately close was a good way to describe the club in general really. Not from lack of space, the twenty-five thousand square foot building had all three floors furnished. It was the bodies. Bodies packed in at the bar. Bodies packed onto the dance floor. Bodies writhing and surging against one another like breakers against the lone lighthouse that was the DJ's booth at the center of the flashing, strobing techno-geddon.
The clubs industrial strength air conditioners were silenced by the music but even still pulsed onward, waging a vain war against the heat of the metahuman revelers. People would die in here tonight and most likely it wouldent even be malicious, just some poor SINless with the breath crushed out of their lungs by the press or some rent-girl OD'd in the toilet while her friends drink and party themselves into oblivion. But this is what these people wanted. They wanted the reality of a place like this. People came to the Banshee for this. It was why 'HE' had come to the Banshee.
It was not something he always did... Truth be told on most nights he favored places like club Skeleton or Dante's Inferno, places where the music and the crowd was more subdued and elegant. Places where those of class went to be seen as much as to party. Here at Banshee though you were just one among hundreds. You were as anonymous and alone as you wanted to be despite the metahuman press around you. It was a sensation he appreciated, at once being absolutely isolated in a sea of people and simultaneously a part of a huge writhing organ of sound and light. He was dressed well but did not particularly stand out, Banshee attracted all types. From Johnny Corporate slumming it or trying to forget the tribulations of the latest board meeting to go-gangers drinking and psyching themselves up for some score. There were even shadowrunners about if you knew how to look for them.
He was on the shorter end of the human norm, 5'5" and had a lithe body that moved well on the dance floor. His dark leather pants hugged his hips and his toned thighs, artfully accentuating a bulge that occasionally drew an eye or a passing hand on the dance floor. His skin was smooth with a Persian complexion. His short hair colored in an ombre of black and a shocking electric blue that matched with the shading of several bright LED-toos across his exposed shoulders, more soft blue light pulsed in time with his movements on the dancefloor beneath the fine-link chain shirt he wore. His arms were slender and only the deepest observer or someone with a ware scanner would be able to tell that both were artifical, even the high synskin covering the augments was high class. His bio-sculpted eyes were a richly unnatural ice-blue that stood out against the color of his skin and the dark kohl around them.
He had been dancing for hours... The perks of his particular blend of augmentation and initiation and his skin sheened with pheromone laced sweat. One girl in particular had been dancing close to him for some time and after a while she had made her move. Sliding in close and grinding down. She was a pretty tusker who clearly knew what she wanted and was not shy about it. Her apple sized breasts were capped with hard brown nipples that showed through the sheerness of her tight white sleeveless and her kilt and combat boots made her look butch as hell. There were no words on the dance floor. Just movements and intent. He liked that... So when she smiled at him he smiled right back. He liked it this way. Putting himself out there, dangling like a piece of bait on a hook. It was appropriate beacuase he had never thought of himself as a hunter... Hunters went out looking for their prey. He was a trapper working his art.
Several blocks from Club Banshee, Seattle - 2:30AM
"FAHK YES YOU SKINNY FAGGOT!"
The words were hot and breathy and accompanied the rustling and clinking of a scuffle. They had left the club a while ago and only made it this far before the ork girl had pulled him into this alley. He liked that she was bold and that was taking what she needed. He liked the way it hurt when she shoved him up against the wall beside the foul smelling dumpster and pulled his chain shirt up and over his head to be discarded on the filthy ground. He liked the way her hands were calloused and roamed over his chest, playing with the piercings in his nipples.
"I like your accent." He purred back as his hand moved back between her thighs, slipping down the front of her kilt to tease at her slit, passed the panties he had pulled aside when his hand had first moved between her legs on the sidewalk. She quivvered and her nostrils flared like a bull when she shook her head, red dreadlocks flicking in the air as her mouth hung open. She growled out another pleasured groan as her mouth came to his and their tongues played. One of her hands left his chest and moved down to grip his cock through the leather of his pants. He allowed a moan to escape himself as well. She seemed to like it because she broke the kiss and sneered down at him with lust.
"Shaddup fag. I ain't for your amusment. Yer fer mine." She gripped him tighter through the leather and he let out a moan, breathy and hot.
"Yes mistress..." He cooed sarcastiaclly, his bright blue eyes locked on hers as a preassure from her grip on his other shoulder urged him down and a grunt told him he was working towards a smack in the mouth. He complied, slipping to his knees in the filthy alley. He pulled his hand from her kilt and smiled as her fingers knotted into his hair, roughly pulling him up as her other hand now shoved her kilt down to expose her fine pussy to the air. Her bush was a little unkempt but he did not mind, the smell of her sweat and arousal made it more primal. He liked it. She liked it even more when his tongue piercing found her clit a few moments later.
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"Oh gawd! Fahk! FAHK ME! FAHK ME 'ARDER YOU SIMP!"
Their positions had changed... It had not taken long. She was a horny bitch and the drugs they had shared back at the club had only made her want it more. They affected him too... But not as much. One built up a tolerance...
She was quite athletic for a burly bitch, her left leg thrown over his shoulder, her back against the wall she had first shoved him against one hand on his arm and the other rapidly strumming her own clit like she was a speed-metal guitarist. Her eyes were locked down to where his cock moved in and out of her arse, the position made the view awkward but she apprently liked watching the way her ass would pull a little everytime he pulled back. She was tight but not a virgin... If she had been she might have actually hit him when he slipped it in her backdoor instead of her front.
For his part he had one hand on her ankle near his ear as he kissed and bit softly at her calf and the other with a thumb hooked in her cheek so he could see her tusks better and force her to slur her words in a way he had decided he liked.
"You like this tusker?" He growled back at her with a fevered grin. Enjoying the way she spit and cursed at him when he used the deragatory slang. "You love it don't you? You fucking need it." He growled back licking spit from the corner of his lips where a glob of it had landed a moment ago in response to his latest insult. His smile grew a bit deeper as he could feel his climax beginning to build. He liked it to... He needed it. He needed what was about to happen so bad.
"Fuck yeah. Lets do it... Cum for me and I'll cum for you!" She bit his thumb and the pain receptors in his high-end augment told him that if it were flesh and blood he might have lost it, still synthetic blood would be filling her mouth and she seemed to like it because he could feel her muscles contract and her body start to wiggle in a way he had already figured out was her orgasmic bliss.
His hand trailed down her leg, down across her hips and up across her chest to her neck. It wasent until he felt rather than heard the slight 'hiss' of the razor extending from his palm that he started to cum. It was over in a flash, the blade was so sharp that he knew at first she wouldent even feel it as his palm passed over her neck and slit it open. It was a solid second before her eyes opened, still in the grips of her own orgasm and met his. To her credit she tried to fight then, but the small man she had pushed around so easily before could not be moved and held her with his cock buried in her ass, a thumb in her cheek and with her body pressed so tight to the alley that she could not leverage herself free. She was still cumming as her brain warred to regear it's body to fight or flight. She tried to yell. She tried to speak. But she just wheezed, the blade had gone deep and severed her vocal chords, the blood was pouring freely now down her chest, running like a small stream between her tits as the razor disappeared back into his palm, leaving only a bloody hand to hold her head firmly by her dreads.
"Shh... It's okay baby. It's okay. It wont hurt for long. Your dying and in a few seconds you won't even care. Your still feeling good. The endorphins are still high. Your going out on a tide of pleasure." His voice was like drizzled chocolate as he gazed into her eyes, his cock still pulsing the last hot streamers of cum into her backside. She was twitching and wheezing now, harder and better than any orgasam could summon from a body and it made him gasp in delight.
"You can feel it right? You gave me such a good fucking orgasm. I love you." He bent in to kiss her deeply as the flow of blood began to slacken, he could feel it running down between her legs, running across his cock and along it to his own body surging and slacking with the slowing rythem of her heart It felt hot and sticky and good. "I fucking love you." he cooed again as he broke the kiss, a thin stream of saliva connecting his lips to the womans. He held that pose for a few moment more in that dark alley before pulling back, letting the the woman fall to the ground and his cock spring free.
He stood for a moment, panting and admiring his handywork, the way that now she had fallen the womans head had tilted back showing just how deep the razor had gone, a few inches longer and she would have been decapitated.
"Why did you keep watching?" He asked after several moments.
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