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There are some rules that I've come with for ERP that I regard almost to a fault. I thought I'd list them for posterity's sake. βΆβ I will do my best to respond within 24 hours. This is rule number one, and I follow it fairly religiously; the only exceptions come when I'm exhausted, and at those times I do inform my partners. β·β I don't ghost, ever, for any reason. If the roleplay isn't working for me, then I'll tell my partner - some accept that and some don't, but either way, I don't simply drop the story because I am not feeling it; I talk about it with my partner first. βΈβ I always do my best to listen to my partner. That might even mean keeping track of their likes and dislikes as well as pertinent facts related to the RP somewhere else, just to stay organized; I've been known to create servers in Discord in order to track all my stuff this way. Along with that, if they saw something the'd like to change or alter, then I'm all for it. βΉβ I don't force any OOc conversations. Some people like constant OOC communication with me, and some don't; usually, I tend to keep it on the down low and not bother my partners unless there is something that I wish to ask or talk about. Either way, I've never really bothered anyone at all and to those few who've left the conversation with me for whatever reason - no worries. βΊβ I prefer discussion when it's warranted but also welcome such when it's not. I've always attempted to be easy to communicate with and hopefully come across that way, honestly, I'm not too sure if I've succeeded but I do wish to keep trying to get better. |
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Ongoing Public RPs:
-Daddy's Debutante (with Midsummer Dreamer)
-The Beauty Within The Beast (with Ech0)
Previous Public RPs:
-Twisted Vows (with Pretty.Poison)
-Head Under Water (with reverie.)
-To Hell And Back (with reverie.)
-Daddy's Debutante (with Midsummer Dreamer)
-The Beauty Within The Beast (with Ech0)
Previous Public RPs:
-Twisted Vows (with Pretty.Poison)
-Head Under Water (with reverie.)
-To Hell And Back (with reverie.)
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When he had first deigned to openly challenge her, obviously playing fully into her soaring high from the three different drugs in her system as well as her obvious sense of pride, Ronan had not expected that she'd be so accomodating and, in fact, exceptionally gifted at the act of sucking him off. Yet he had to admit that Sienna surprised him greatly. She'd taken to the task with great gusto, so much so that he was entirely her meal.
And boy, did she ever fucking devour him, fully and completely. Ronan's own sounds of bliss became almost one long groan, each of her tongue strokes and her vaunted suction making it almost difficult to see, so much sweat poured down his features as a result. The worst part was that she knew, definitively, that she had him entirely within her grip, just as she had taken nearly his entire monstrous length within her mouth. Defeat never felt so good.
Even though he did openly inform her of his impending orgasm, she didn't case any of her rampant motions even for a second. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. That rang out like an echo around the room, crashing into his ears - probably it was still the lingering cocaine, which he now wished he had more of. Maybe he'd have to get some but he wasn't able to really leave her even for a second - it had nothing at all to do with her potential to still attempt an escape, with had faded away with the time spent here. No, it was simply because he didn't want to do so.
"Fucking hell," he called out, once the initial blast of seed fired off, straight into the depths of her amazingly snug throat. Not only that, but the sheer vision of the astonishingly attractive femme with her fantastic tits out and wearing his own seed with smug pride was unbelievably hot. Shit. Even after his release, his thickness didn't cease all that much, and started rising right away, faced with the look of her. Again, she managed to surprise him; for all her bluster and routine egotism, she had none when it came to satisfying her man in the moment.
Ronan was, of course, currently that very male.
He grasped the base of his spent manhood and wanted nothing more then to slide it back between those cum-smeared lips and do it all over again. Ronan could easily get used to her blowing him whenever she felt like it, and his natural dominance dictated that he would also enjoy the more forceful kind of facefuck, even if she might shy away from that. Based on what he had just seen, though, he didn't think so. She wanted it too badly.
Unfortunately, Sienna made it a point to very much let the lingerings strands of semen drop onto her finger in order to taste him even more, making damn sure that he witnessed all of it, every single last drop being swallowed up as she'd promised. What was he to say to her? The elements of control that he prided himself on definitely had fallen by the wayside when it came to sexual prowess; despite how sexy she still sat there in front of his very eyes, he was forced to admit that she'd 'won', in this contest of their immovable wills. "You definitely showed me that you do know how to give head. And yes, I'm the one who lost," he readily stated, holding up his hands in mock surrender.
"You did, and you are," he agreed, cautiously observing how she'd react now. The heroin was definitely still active in her system, affecting her in ways that she might not even know. On top of the coke and the little bit of weed, she had plenty remaining to keep her good and buzzed. Ronan? He was high as a kite and likely not to drop even if she did - which also was extremely unlikely. As she stood and replaced her top, he matched by tucking away his receding shaft away, reluctantly at that. Then she posed the question to which he had a pretty thorough and involved answer - should she wish to find out.
Considering that a big part of him didn't even want her to leave regardless, he to give the answer in such a way that she might possibly be tempted to find out. "I'm an expert at it," he confidently responded.
Reaching out to carefully take hold of her trembling legs, he plopped her unceremoniously back down onto the couch, hands caressing her lower half, nearing her covered slit with bold movements. "Mmm. You sure about that?" His pointer finger reached out and found the front of her soaked panties, dragging along the outline of her pussy lips to taunt her. "Well, I suppose if you don't want to see...that's too bad. I really was looking forward to tasting you there," he said quietly, gently prodding her slickened cunt over the fabric the entire time.
"But fine then, darling. I'd not want to force you to experience such radiant bliss, oh no."
And boy, did she ever fucking devour him, fully and completely. Ronan's own sounds of bliss became almost one long groan, each of her tongue strokes and her vaunted suction making it almost difficult to see, so much sweat poured down his features as a result. The worst part was that she knew, definitively, that she had him entirely within her grip, just as she had taken nearly his entire monstrous length within her mouth. Defeat never felt so good.
Even though he did openly inform her of his impending orgasm, she didn't case any of her rampant motions even for a second. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. That rang out like an echo around the room, crashing into his ears - probably it was still the lingering cocaine, which he now wished he had more of. Maybe he'd have to get some but he wasn't able to really leave her even for a second - it had nothing at all to do with her potential to still attempt an escape, with had faded away with the time spent here. No, it was simply because he didn't want to do so.
"Fucking hell," he called out, once the initial blast of seed fired off, straight into the depths of her amazingly snug throat. Not only that, but the sheer vision of the astonishingly attractive femme with her fantastic tits out and wearing his own seed with smug pride was unbelievably hot. Shit. Even after his release, his thickness didn't cease all that much, and started rising right away, faced with the look of her. Again, she managed to surprise him; for all her bluster and routine egotism, she had none when it came to satisfying her man in the moment.
Ronan was, of course, currently that very male.
He grasped the base of his spent manhood and wanted nothing more then to slide it back between those cum-smeared lips and do it all over again. Ronan could easily get used to her blowing him whenever she felt like it, and his natural dominance dictated that he would also enjoy the more forceful kind of facefuck, even if she might shy away from that. Based on what he had just seen, though, he didn't think so. She wanted it too badly.
Unfortunately, Sienna made it a point to very much let the lingerings strands of semen drop onto her finger in order to taste him even more, making damn sure that he witnessed all of it, every single last drop being swallowed up as she'd promised. What was he to say to her? The elements of control that he prided himself on definitely had fallen by the wayside when it came to sexual prowess; despite how sexy she still sat there in front of his very eyes, he was forced to admit that she'd 'won', in this contest of their immovable wills. "You definitely showed me that you do know how to give head. And yes, I'm the one who lost," he readily stated, holding up his hands in mock surrender.
"You did, and you are," he agreed, cautiously observing how she'd react now. The heroin was definitely still active in her system, affecting her in ways that she might not even know. On top of the coke and the little bit of weed, she had plenty remaining to keep her good and buzzed. Ronan? He was high as a kite and likely not to drop even if she did - which also was extremely unlikely. As she stood and replaced her top, he matched by tucking away his receding shaft away, reluctantly at that. Then she posed the question to which he had a pretty thorough and involved answer - should she wish to find out.
Considering that a big part of him didn't even want her to leave regardless, he to give the answer in such a way that she might possibly be tempted to find out. "I'm an expert at it," he confidently responded.
Reaching out to carefully take hold of her trembling legs, he plopped her unceremoniously back down onto the couch, hands caressing her lower half, nearing her covered slit with bold movements. "Mmm. You sure about that?" His pointer finger reached out and found the front of her soaked panties, dragging along the outline of her pussy lips to taunt her. "Well, I suppose if you don't want to see...that's too bad. I really was looking forward to tasting you there," he said quietly, gently prodding her slickened cunt over the fabric the entire time.
"But fine then, darling. I'd not want to force you to experience such radiant bliss, oh no."
Aphodel found it funny that Evelyn didn't quite understand his comment; he would have thought that implication was fairly obvious, but the confusion on her face registered it all quite differently. However, he didn't bother to correct her; she'd find out exactly he meant by 'working it off' when next he was balls deep inside of her tight little pussy, making her mewl like a kitten punch drunk entirely on cock. That would be the most fun outcome of his comment indeed.
As far as stating that his punishment of her was his 'duty', he didn't once think that it was anything but. She was his spouse, and that wasn't going to change at all, not for anyone or anything. So, if she was going to be the one in need of some corrective measures, then he was going to be the one that gave her that discipline. She'd do well to remember that, if he was that gifted at it.
Thankfully, even as he took the time to give her the rundown of the steam room, and all the complicated amenities that he had in store there, he could feel that she was more than prepared for what was to come. Already he could tell that the girl was practically salivating to get a taste of his big, thick dick. He had been lucky enough to marry into a virgin, then broken that maidenhead rather willfully; however, her actual craving to take his fat cock deep within her mouth was a huge turn-on on for him and did wonders to ease his spirit, such as it was. She appeared so eager, and he was glad of it, not having to wonder at all about just what it was that had led to this moment. Maybe in the future he could even see her performing some tasks just to get a bit of punishment going once more. The vast possibilities were endless.
Even when directly faced with what he had in store for the femme, she didn't seem to tremble all that much. While the fear in her eyes was evident, it didn't stop her from staying right where she was, on her knees, just like a good girl should be. Excellent. Aphodel was in charge of the paddle as well as of her actions, and if he said that she had to jump up and bark like a dog instead, he'd ensure very much that this was what was going to happen. However, he wasn't so cruel as all that. Her means to recieving this beating had been well-documented and, as he'd remind her fully, she'd even agreed to it in principle first. And while he had not promised that she wouldn't feel any pain, it would still be in the form of teaching her to accept him entirely, and all that he offered her.
Once he had gotten fully nude, with his manhood pointing outward, he saw that her eyeline had changed into a look of growing arousal instead. "You're welcome, my Queen," he told her, resplendent in his nudity for all to see. Aphodel had never been shy of being nude at all, and that was what motivated him to stand right in front of her with that paddle menacingly, indicated that he was about ready to strike as soon as they had begun. All the while, his stiff member rested upon her lower lip tauntingly, and he knew that she was thanking him for much more then just listening to her. That delicious treat that he was going to feed the femme was right on the cusp of being devoured.
"Mmm," he let loose a frenzied growl, the paddle lightly upon the jutting curve of her ass. So it was that they were to begin, and she opted fotr a simple kiss to start. "Taste it, yes, just like that," he told her, watching closely, the sight of her exploring his mammoth dick so easily attractive. From that very first kiss, he could tell that she meant her apologies, too. "You are sorry indeed. I forgive you, my Queen," he said with a guttural roar that was the beginning of his lengthy blowjob, as well as his punishing strikes that were yet to come. It seemed to him that Evelyn could hardly wait, so eager was she to set it right.
"Good girl, such a good girl you are for me. I know you want to be good. This is what you do deserve, and for that, ahh f-fuck, I am sorry as well." So saying, he lost himself entirely in the feeling of his large meaty rod being swallowed up - just the tip, but it was enough. Then, when she told him with that nod of her head that she was prepared to take those strokes of the rod, he reared one back, a single large paw resting on the back of her head to keep her steady as he struck. It would be a slow set of hits to her rump, but likely enough that she'd be forced to pay attention to them.
"Count after me," he told her, while she worked her way up and down his massive cock. As he witnessed her slip his dick into her pretty mouth, that's when the first strike landed, right on her left ass cheek. "One," he barked out, pumping more of his shaft into her maw, allowing himself to feel her sucking on his saber. "Mmm. That's so good. Lick those big balls too," he told her, while he raised his hand back to give her another strike as well, as soon as she was recovered well enough from the inital one. "Two," he mouthed out, taking his pleasures from her wet lips, and then he let her suck him off for a bit, not wanting to speed up the process too much.
As far as stating that his punishment of her was his 'duty', he didn't once think that it was anything but. She was his spouse, and that wasn't going to change at all, not for anyone or anything. So, if she was going to be the one in need of some corrective measures, then he was going to be the one that gave her that discipline. She'd do well to remember that, if he was that gifted at it.
Thankfully, even as he took the time to give her the rundown of the steam room, and all the complicated amenities that he had in store there, he could feel that she was more than prepared for what was to come. Already he could tell that the girl was practically salivating to get a taste of his big, thick dick. He had been lucky enough to marry into a virgin, then broken that maidenhead rather willfully; however, her actual craving to take his fat cock deep within her mouth was a huge turn-on on for him and did wonders to ease his spirit, such as it was. She appeared so eager, and he was glad of it, not having to wonder at all about just what it was that had led to this moment. Maybe in the future he could even see her performing some tasks just to get a bit of punishment going once more. The vast possibilities were endless.
Even when directly faced with what he had in store for the femme, she didn't seem to tremble all that much. While the fear in her eyes was evident, it didn't stop her from staying right where she was, on her knees, just like a good girl should be. Excellent. Aphodel was in charge of the paddle as well as of her actions, and if he said that she had to jump up and bark like a dog instead, he'd ensure very much that this was what was going to happen. However, he wasn't so cruel as all that. Her means to recieving this beating had been well-documented and, as he'd remind her fully, she'd even agreed to it in principle first. And while he had not promised that she wouldn't feel any pain, it would still be in the form of teaching her to accept him entirely, and all that he offered her.
Once he had gotten fully nude, with his manhood pointing outward, he saw that her eyeline had changed into a look of growing arousal instead. "You're welcome, my Queen," he told her, resplendent in his nudity for all to see. Aphodel had never been shy of being nude at all, and that was what motivated him to stand right in front of her with that paddle menacingly, indicated that he was about ready to strike as soon as they had begun. All the while, his stiff member rested upon her lower lip tauntingly, and he knew that she was thanking him for much more then just listening to her. That delicious treat that he was going to feed the femme was right on the cusp of being devoured.
"Mmm," he let loose a frenzied growl, the paddle lightly upon the jutting curve of her ass. So it was that they were to begin, and she opted fotr a simple kiss to start. "Taste it, yes, just like that," he told her, watching closely, the sight of her exploring his mammoth dick so easily attractive. From that very first kiss, he could tell that she meant her apologies, too. "You are sorry indeed. I forgive you, my Queen," he said with a guttural roar that was the beginning of his lengthy blowjob, as well as his punishing strikes that were yet to come. It seemed to him that Evelyn could hardly wait, so eager was she to set it right.
"Good girl, such a good girl you are for me. I know you want to be good. This is what you do deserve, and for that, ahh f-fuck, I am sorry as well." So saying, he lost himself entirely in the feeling of his large meaty rod being swallowed up - just the tip, but it was enough. Then, when she told him with that nod of her head that she was prepared to take those strokes of the rod, he reared one back, a single large paw resting on the back of her head to keep her steady as he struck. It would be a slow set of hits to her rump, but likely enough that she'd be forced to pay attention to them.
"Count after me," he told her, while she worked her way up and down his massive cock. As he witnessed her slip his dick into her pretty mouth, that's when the first strike landed, right on her left ass cheek. "One," he barked out, pumping more of his shaft into her maw, allowing himself to feel her sucking on his saber. "Mmm. That's so good. Lick those big balls too," he told her, while he raised his hand back to give her another strike as well, as soon as she was recovered well enough from the inital one. "Two," he mouthed out, taking his pleasures from her wet lips, and then he let her suck him off for a bit, not wanting to speed up the process too much.
Frankly, as far as Aphodel was concerned, he'd claimed Kallie as his own prize, and he wasn't about to let her forget that, not even for a moment. It was one thing to go on fucking her endlessly and as ruthlessly as he liked - that was their agreement, after all, so he couldn't even say that it wasn't warranted to think like that. So he knew he'd be deep inside of her once more, and soon if he was able to engineer it so. However, the male was far more concerned with her own perception of the events which had transpired, very much intrigued to hear her thoughts and what she'd have to say. He guessed that she was impossibly ready for more as well.
Making said deal, then, had been the best bargain that he'd ever anticipated.
He did continue to fuck her, the furious nature of his strength and will constantly apparent from his complete command over her form, such that she had little choice but to cave completely due to his sheer force. Not a single bit of her was in any way able to escape from him, thanks to the solid hold that he had within her locks, keeping her entirely poised to take every single inch of his driving, aggressive dick into her womb as if she couldn't resist him. Then again, maybe that part was the truth; certainly she'd not shown an ability to do so.
It was just safer to keep himself from smearing her depths with his aroused cock, just because he didn't want to assume so much. Foolishly, Aphodel should have asked about it in the first place, but he was too caught up in the moment to do so. Even afterwards, once he'd taken his leave of her wet pussy and found that she was able to stand, if only just, the male nodded at her words and went to go fetch a towel right away, heading into the restroom to retrieve it. Then he brought it back out and wiped her down himself, taking a fair bit of time to ensure that there was not a trace of him left.
Then it was the just the two of them, and he laid the towel out onto the couch before replying to her, with regard to her work schedule. "Mmm. Me neither. If I still chose to come by and see you at the bar, then, you'd accept it, hmm?" He pushed up against her, skin on skin, hands reaching up to the swell of her bare breasts teasingly, squeezing each in turn. "Maybe take a break and see what you can do in my car?" He wasn't quite serious, but she didn't know that, and he was very much enamored with the idea of messing with her if he could. However, instead of letting it linger too much, he did step once away from her, giving the femme air once more, eyes wandering up and then down once. Just once.
"I don't think I will, but...one never knows. Otherwise, tell me when you're off tomorrow - I think in the evening, yes? - and we can arrange another...liason. Discreetly. At my place this time, if it suits you. I'll give you the address. Thoughts? What do you say to that?"
Making said deal, then, had been the best bargain that he'd ever anticipated.
He did continue to fuck her, the furious nature of his strength and will constantly apparent from his complete command over her form, such that she had little choice but to cave completely due to his sheer force. Not a single bit of her was in any way able to escape from him, thanks to the solid hold that he had within her locks, keeping her entirely poised to take every single inch of his driving, aggressive dick into her womb as if she couldn't resist him. Then again, maybe that part was the truth; certainly she'd not shown an ability to do so.
It was just safer to keep himself from smearing her depths with his aroused cock, just because he didn't want to assume so much. Foolishly, Aphodel should have asked about it in the first place, but he was too caught up in the moment to do so. Even afterwards, once he'd taken his leave of her wet pussy and found that she was able to stand, if only just, the male nodded at her words and went to go fetch a towel right away, heading into the restroom to retrieve it. Then he brought it back out and wiped her down himself, taking a fair bit of time to ensure that there was not a trace of him left.
Then it was the just the two of them, and he laid the towel out onto the couch before replying to her, with regard to her work schedule. "Mmm. Me neither. If I still chose to come by and see you at the bar, then, you'd accept it, hmm?" He pushed up against her, skin on skin, hands reaching up to the swell of her bare breasts teasingly, squeezing each in turn. "Maybe take a break and see what you can do in my car?" He wasn't quite serious, but she didn't know that, and he was very much enamored with the idea of messing with her if he could. However, instead of letting it linger too much, he did step once away from her, giving the femme air once more, eyes wandering up and then down once. Just once.
"I don't think I will, but...one never knows. Otherwise, tell me when you're off tomorrow - I think in the evening, yes? - and we can arrange another...liason. Discreetly. At my place this time, if it suits you. I'll give you the address. Thoughts? What do you say to that?"
This time, Aphodel thought that perhaps Lavinia had gone too far - but also not nearly fair enough. Anal sex was going to be a hell of a journey no matter how he went about achieving that, fucking her ass harshly, and well, he couldn't say that the idea didn't appeal to him greatly. Not only that, but there was the simple fact that he knew no matter what that she wasn't going to be able to imagine the serious amount of pressure that she would, in fact, feel. He wanted to simply destroy her rear, and to that end, he made his own slim knowledge of the act known in full, straight off.
"I can...mitigate the pain. Should I?" It was a rhetorical question, more or less; he'd not do her a disservice by taking out the pain that she would endure, and then went on to state that fact openly. "There are ways to ease it, for me, since I am...not human. But I would be a fool to do so. You need to feel it. To learn what it really feels like, that impossible level of pleasure that you gain from the taking all of the copious pain first." Yes, she was merely asking, and they were good questions, but he didn't quite provide the right answers.
Still, he did do his best to ease what was to follow, to lessen and dull the enormity of sensations which she would feel. Her puckered anus was begging to be gaped out fully by the male, and so he already had in mind just what he was going to do to get her there. Prepping her fully wasn't nearly enough, yet he did his best to be thorough. "Brace yourself," he added plainly, to his other verbal statements, getting her ready for the anal penetration. She was entirely at his mercy and he so appreciated that she'd come to trust him.
Whether that was still to be the case when he did enter her rested fully on how he set about it, how he managed to make this the least painful for the woman.
Then it all broke free, and lose, and he was in there.
"Shh, shh shh shh," he stated out, making it that much more simple for her. The lube had allowed him to enter inside, but he wasn't thrusting - not yet - not until she had managed to take the full size of him and her anal muscles were so obviously ready. So while she was saying all sorts of things and clearly both dreading as well as relishing the pain, he allowed his huge cock to fit, deeply, keeping her held entirely around those hips alone.
Then, he felt it, that break that told him she was good and ready.
Despite her attempts to take it all and also flee from the feeling, there was nothing else left for him aside from those immense initial thrusts. Slam. Slam. Slam. He went slow and steady, but the inexorable feeling of the sheer power that pervaded him. Slam. Slam. Slam. He picked up speed, moving in a rhythm, holding her tightly, unable to give her even an inch of freedom. He didn't think that she would seek it, though; already the girl was caught within the throes of her peaking ecstasy, and he knew full well what she would say, when she found the words to speak again.
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"I can...mitigate the pain. Should I?" It was a rhetorical question, more or less; he'd not do her a disservice by taking out the pain that she would endure, and then went on to state that fact openly. "There are ways to ease it, for me, since I am...not human. But I would be a fool to do so. You need to feel it. To learn what it really feels like, that impossible level of pleasure that you gain from the taking all of the copious pain first." Yes, she was merely asking, and they were good questions, but he didn't quite provide the right answers.
Still, he did do his best to ease what was to follow, to lessen and dull the enormity of sensations which she would feel. Her puckered anus was begging to be gaped out fully by the male, and so he already had in mind just what he was going to do to get her there. Prepping her fully wasn't nearly enough, yet he did his best to be thorough. "Brace yourself," he added plainly, to his other verbal statements, getting her ready for the anal penetration. She was entirely at his mercy and he so appreciated that she'd come to trust him.
Whether that was still to be the case when he did enter her rested fully on how he set about it, how he managed to make this the least painful for the woman.
Then it all broke free, and lose, and he was in there.
"Shh, shh shh shh," he stated out, making it that much more simple for her. The lube had allowed him to enter inside, but he wasn't thrusting - not yet - not until she had managed to take the full size of him and her anal muscles were so obviously ready. So while she was saying all sorts of things and clearly both dreading as well as relishing the pain, he allowed his huge cock to fit, deeply, keeping her held entirely around those hips alone.
Then, he felt it, that break that told him she was good and ready.
Despite her attempts to take it all and also flee from the feeling, there was nothing else left for him aside from those immense initial thrusts. Slam. Slam. Slam. He went slow and steady, but the inexorable feeling of the sheer power that pervaded him. Slam. Slam. Slam. He picked up speed, moving in a rhythm, holding her tightly, unable to give her even an inch of freedom. He didn't think that she would seek it, though; already the girl was caught within the throes of her peaking ecstasy, and he knew full well what she would say, when she found the words to speak again.
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Michael did his best to dress himself, still whistling a bit, the tune one that he'd heard in the radio. He'd have to go talk to Feng and find out what the man's plan was with regard to Jinx, again fully unaware that they had just finished their explosive and unexpected greeting in the most obvious way there could be. Fundamentally, he wanted to treat her right, not as if she had been one of Feng's girls whom he had gone after deliberately. No, this one was special and not simply the kind of woman that he was able to be with for only a few moments of time, and be pleased with that. Instead, the male definitely had several ideas as to where to take her on a date. Properly, at that.
Where it to happen that they ended up as a trio, he could live that what. He wasn't exactly sure that Feng wouldn't have an issue with any of that personally; from what he understood, in the past, there had been two times in which he'd been in a threesome and those had apparently gone quite well. Jinx was of a different sort, or so he thought, but in the end they'd just have to discuss it thoroughly and then see. Besides, he was jumping too far ahead, such that it wasn't quite right to think about now at least. They'd have to get together first, and he wasn't planning on rushing that at all.
Feng was still utterly lost within Jinx's fervent physicality, such that he didn't even want her to leave him, not for a second. He would have guaranteed that she'd be spending the night there - that is, if there wasn't a third roommate around to likely spoil the fun. Already, the ideas came to him for their next encounter, and then the one after that - all specifics that he would have outlined to her, designed to keep Michael far from the truth of the matter as they could. If he knew what they had done, he'd freak out; Feng was absolutely sure about that. So they simply had to keep this to themselves and perhaps even act as if the 'conversation' between them hadn't gone well at all. That wasn't going to be easy, not in the slightest.
He strongly needed a shower and figured that he'd be the one to proposition her for it, though he had alarm bells going off in his head that they'd just end up fucking each other again. Jinx, naked, scrubbing him down, rubbing on his fat cock? Fuck, even thinking about it was liable to get him hard once more, quick. She was far too sexy to make it even remotely likely that he'd muster up just enough self-control to keep himself in check, but then again, he didn't really care all that much either. Now that the beast within his bones had been awakened, he had a virulent hunger for her, and there was likely not anything that could keep him apart from the female that he was aware of. Feng had made a real mess of things this time but he knew damn well that anyone else wouldn't have had the same effect that he did.
Not only that, but those words! They called to him. "Fucking hell," he said back, boldly taking that little pussy for what it was worth. Even when he'd been smashing her venomously, spending all of his energy and his reservers in order to clear her out, the young man had been fully aware that she was equally needy as he was, and wanted that possession of her to be entirely valid. In a way, by saying those exact terms and spelling it out, she was allowing him to claim her as his, and he even vocalized that fact. "I own this pussy, it's all mine," he stated bluntly, slamming back into her as she rushed to meet him as well, both of them colliding so fast right in the middle. She completed his movements without him even forcing it at all, and he figured that it was always going to be this way. All of it added up to them banging it out, no half-heated business or false orgasms here. Every single bit of their collisions was fully earned. He knew that, as did she.
It got to the point that as they were finishing up, he thought about Michael, and then envisioned that the other male would come in. Already he could hear footsteps, as if that meant that he was going to hop in at any minute. Feng tended to keep his door locked, but hadn't done so this time out, as they never got a chance; his kiss had changed all of that. Shit shit shit. Not only that, but then there was the matter of Jinx in here, at the very least topless, having just held onto his prick and even starting to play around with the thick wood. 'I think that you know how to fuck my pussy just right," She'd just gone and said to him. Holy fuck was that hot as hell. "Take a deep breath. Right. Don't need to say a thing. Uh huh. Listen, hide under the covers a bit. Trust me on this. I don't want him to see you but I do think he's gonna knock. I can feel it. I'll open the door just a tad, and then tell him off. Got it?"
So he stood up, reluctantly letting her hand go, quickly tossing on a pair of boxers as she presumably did as he asked. Right before the dreaded knock did come, he glanced in her direction; if she didn't move, then they'd be fine, as one one could see the girl at all. Perfect. Knock knock knock. Right on schedule, thought Feng bitterly, though he figured he might as well just this over with. Opening the door at a crack, he peeked out, seemingly bleary, hoping against hope that the other male didn't smell the sweet scent of sex in the air. "What is it?" Thankfully, Michael didn't appear to notice a thing, thank god. "Look man, I know you want to sleep, it's late, but I just wanted to see how you're doing. Jinx is pretty great, right? Just don't antagonize her too much, that's what I'm getting at," Michael told him, holding up his hands in mock defeat. If you only knew, Feng allowed himself to think, but he merely nodded. "We'll see." That was about as noncommital as he could put it. "Anything else?"
MIchael knew when he was beaten; it all appeared so awkward to him that he didn't know what else to say. "Ah. Well then. Do your thing. I'm going to ask her out tomorrow, just so you know. That's cool with you?" Even if it wasn't, Fend had to say it was. "Yeah. Cool. We're all good. You do what you want. Are we done here?" Sighing, Michael nodded in the affirmative. "Uh, yeah. We're done. Have a good night, man. Sleep well," Michael told him, before wandering off and retiring.
Phew. Feng waited till MIchael was out of his sight, then unfulred the covers, seeing Jinx crouched as if making herself small. "You did great. He didn't suspect a thing." As for the rest of their night together..."Say, what you think about taking a shower together? It'd be a good chance to get to know you bettter. Properly. I think I already know bits of you pretty well, though. What do you say, hmm?"
Where it to happen that they ended up as a trio, he could live that what. He wasn't exactly sure that Feng wouldn't have an issue with any of that personally; from what he understood, in the past, there had been two times in which he'd been in a threesome and those had apparently gone quite well. Jinx was of a different sort, or so he thought, but in the end they'd just have to discuss it thoroughly and then see. Besides, he was jumping too far ahead, such that it wasn't quite right to think about now at least. They'd have to get together first, and he wasn't planning on rushing that at all.
Feng was still utterly lost within Jinx's fervent physicality, such that he didn't even want her to leave him, not for a second. He would have guaranteed that she'd be spending the night there - that is, if there wasn't a third roommate around to likely spoil the fun. Already, the ideas came to him for their next encounter, and then the one after that - all specifics that he would have outlined to her, designed to keep Michael far from the truth of the matter as they could. If he knew what they had done, he'd freak out; Feng was absolutely sure about that. So they simply had to keep this to themselves and perhaps even act as if the 'conversation' between them hadn't gone well at all. That wasn't going to be easy, not in the slightest.
He strongly needed a shower and figured that he'd be the one to proposition her for it, though he had alarm bells going off in his head that they'd just end up fucking each other again. Jinx, naked, scrubbing him down, rubbing on his fat cock? Fuck, even thinking about it was liable to get him hard once more, quick. She was far too sexy to make it even remotely likely that he'd muster up just enough self-control to keep himself in check, but then again, he didn't really care all that much either. Now that the beast within his bones had been awakened, he had a virulent hunger for her, and there was likely not anything that could keep him apart from the female that he was aware of. Feng had made a real mess of things this time but he knew damn well that anyone else wouldn't have had the same effect that he did.
Not only that, but those words! They called to him. "Fucking hell," he said back, boldly taking that little pussy for what it was worth. Even when he'd been smashing her venomously, spending all of his energy and his reservers in order to clear her out, the young man had been fully aware that she was equally needy as he was, and wanted that possession of her to be entirely valid. In a way, by saying those exact terms and spelling it out, she was allowing him to claim her as his, and he even vocalized that fact. "I own this pussy, it's all mine," he stated bluntly, slamming back into her as she rushed to meet him as well, both of them colliding so fast right in the middle. She completed his movements without him even forcing it at all, and he figured that it was always going to be this way. All of it added up to them banging it out, no half-heated business or false orgasms here. Every single bit of their collisions was fully earned. He knew that, as did she.
It got to the point that as they were finishing up, he thought about Michael, and then envisioned that the other male would come in. Already he could hear footsteps, as if that meant that he was going to hop in at any minute. Feng tended to keep his door locked, but hadn't done so this time out, as they never got a chance; his kiss had changed all of that. Shit shit shit. Not only that, but then there was the matter of Jinx in here, at the very least topless, having just held onto his prick and even starting to play around with the thick wood. 'I think that you know how to fuck my pussy just right," She'd just gone and said to him. Holy fuck was that hot as hell. "Take a deep breath. Right. Don't need to say a thing. Uh huh. Listen, hide under the covers a bit. Trust me on this. I don't want him to see you but I do think he's gonna knock. I can feel it. I'll open the door just a tad, and then tell him off. Got it?"
So he stood up, reluctantly letting her hand go, quickly tossing on a pair of boxers as she presumably did as he asked. Right before the dreaded knock did come, he glanced in her direction; if she didn't move, then they'd be fine, as one one could see the girl at all. Perfect. Knock knock knock. Right on schedule, thought Feng bitterly, though he figured he might as well just this over with. Opening the door at a crack, he peeked out, seemingly bleary, hoping against hope that the other male didn't smell the sweet scent of sex in the air. "What is it?" Thankfully, Michael didn't appear to notice a thing, thank god. "Look man, I know you want to sleep, it's late, but I just wanted to see how you're doing. Jinx is pretty great, right? Just don't antagonize her too much, that's what I'm getting at," Michael told him, holding up his hands in mock defeat. If you only knew, Feng allowed himself to think, but he merely nodded. "We'll see." That was about as noncommital as he could put it. "Anything else?"
MIchael knew when he was beaten; it all appeared so awkward to him that he didn't know what else to say. "Ah. Well then. Do your thing. I'm going to ask her out tomorrow, just so you know. That's cool with you?" Even if it wasn't, Fend had to say it was. "Yeah. Cool. We're all good. You do what you want. Are we done here?" Sighing, Michael nodded in the affirmative. "Uh, yeah. We're done. Have a good night, man. Sleep well," Michael told him, before wandering off and retiring.
Phew. Feng waited till MIchael was out of his sight, then unfulred the covers, seeing Jinx crouched as if making herself small. "You did great. He didn't suspect a thing." As for the rest of their night together..."Say, what you think about taking a shower together? It'd be a good chance to get to know you bettter. Properly. I think I already know bits of you pretty well, though. What do you say, hmm?"
While Mercy tried to pay him for her portion of the groceries, this time he he wasn't sure if he was going to accept. Somehow, he always thought it odd when the woman that he was with wanted to contribute; it was entirely unnecessary yet also quite appreciated. Mercy likely was not going to take no for an answer from him, and so he pocketed the bills in the end with a small smile, not wanting to debate it.
"Sure. No problem at all," he noted, so that she wouldn't feel ill at ease with her decision. Amir could hear the trepidation in her voice, and he knew that it was the modern era and she was an independent woman who made enough to take care of her share. Far be it then for him to impede her self-sufficiency in any way. Besides, it was a sweet thought, and he couldn't ask for better.
"I think that it's just fine. You don't always have to, and it won't matter to me either way," he explained, in case she was worried about it becoming a habit.
"I don't need to pay for everything, though. But also I like taking care of you and may spoil you often enough with some little ideas of mine," he winked at her, "so keep that in mind."
Regarding her inclusion into the shopping trip, he nodded and saw that they had everything they needed, though he wised to check with her first. "We sure will. All set then? If so we can get out of here and go to the pharmacy that you use, then eat. I'm starting to get hungry," he noted, "so think about where we should go, and we'll head to checkout and be off."
"Sure. No problem at all," he noted, so that she wouldn't feel ill at ease with her decision. Amir could hear the trepidation in her voice, and he knew that it was the modern era and she was an independent woman who made enough to take care of her share. Far be it then for him to impede her self-sufficiency in any way. Besides, it was a sweet thought, and he couldn't ask for better.
"I think that it's just fine. You don't always have to, and it won't matter to me either way," he explained, in case she was worried about it becoming a habit.
"I don't need to pay for everything, though. But also I like taking care of you and may spoil you often enough with some little ideas of mine," he winked at her, "so keep that in mind."
Regarding her inclusion into the shopping trip, he nodded and saw that they had everything they needed, though he wised to check with her first. "We sure will. All set then? If so we can get out of here and go to the pharmacy that you use, then eat. I'm starting to get hungry," he noted, "so think about where we should go, and we'll head to checkout and be off."
Asking the girl to quit sucking his dick for a moment wasn't exactly what Robert wished to do; she had been doing such a terrific job that his fat cock was soaked with spittle all the way through already. However, he could see that she registered visible confusion on her face until he told her next what he wanted her to do. Robert definitely had different ideas in mind, and this was a way to push them onto her, examine what worked and what didn't, and moreso invoke the immense power that the male had over her young, supple body. His own source of pleasure tended to be through her own suffering and stress, knowing that she had little choice but to comply. However, now, he was certainly pushing the limit of just what he was prepared to do with her. Robert really wanted and needed more.
The male watched carefully as Corinne worked to comply with his wishes, regardless of whether or not she felt that it was warranted at all. Already, she trembled fully under the weight of his machinations, and he knew that she was thinking deeply about what he was going to do with her. Robert had told her that he wasn't going to touch her; the issue with doing it now was going to be whether or not she was accepting of that enough to allow him to do so in the first place. Then there was the inclination to come back ot him; if he went and pushed her too far, right next to the edge, then what would stop him from going even further? Still, all of this swirled within his mind as she made her way onto the desk, very much shaking the entire time. Fear gripped her, fear that he would be quick to exploit. Moreover, though, he noted her terror mentally, turning it over as a form of behavior that might have been too much for her to bare. Still, she was going to bare it anyway; he'd see to that himself.
Once she was finished, he took his time, making sure that she hadn't touched the PC on the corner of the desk either, the one with the camera in it. That meant that everything he was going to do would be captured on film for posterity, not to be dealt with again for a good while. He was free to enact whatever he wished, and the problem of actually caressing her body worried her greatly, as if he wasn't able to tell. Heh. Already Robert could see that Corinne had little chance of being relatively pure in the acts that were going to follow.
He didn't put his thick cock away either, nor did it recede in length as he stood up and walked around. The underwear was simply and grey, as she certainly wasn't trying to excite him at all, and he knew it. "Well, I did say I wouldn't but...things change. You know that, as well as being aware of what I have already on film that might help prompt that exact change," he stated bluntly, walking over to stand near her head, her form fully on display for him. Touch her? Oh, yes, he was going to do exactly that; however, perhaps not right away. Robert's swift hands danced just above her form, as if to say that he was quite prepared to really get down and dirty with her sexy frame.
While she was coming up with new ways to use her own social responsibilities as a way to elude him, he stood there, observing, and his large manhood rested right along her face rather tauntingly. "I want to try this," he said as he slipped into her mouth, quickly but not too deep, relishing how it sounded to hear her gargle and choke all over his big dick. Then, he pulled out, again tapping his shaft right onto those puffy cheeks, before leaving his mammoth member right at her wet lips this time. "Go on, try to slurp on it, upside down. IF I do touch you, it'll be to steady me only," the male stated, looking at her with full-blown lust right in his very eyes.
The male watched carefully as Corinne worked to comply with his wishes, regardless of whether or not she felt that it was warranted at all. Already, she trembled fully under the weight of his machinations, and he knew that she was thinking deeply about what he was going to do with her. Robert had told her that he wasn't going to touch her; the issue with doing it now was going to be whether or not she was accepting of that enough to allow him to do so in the first place. Then there was the inclination to come back ot him; if he went and pushed her too far, right next to the edge, then what would stop him from going even further? Still, all of this swirled within his mind as she made her way onto the desk, very much shaking the entire time. Fear gripped her, fear that he would be quick to exploit. Moreover, though, he noted her terror mentally, turning it over as a form of behavior that might have been too much for her to bare. Still, she was going to bare it anyway; he'd see to that himself.
Once she was finished, he took his time, making sure that she hadn't touched the PC on the corner of the desk either, the one with the camera in it. That meant that everything he was going to do would be captured on film for posterity, not to be dealt with again for a good while. He was free to enact whatever he wished, and the problem of actually caressing her body worried her greatly, as if he wasn't able to tell. Heh. Already Robert could see that Corinne had little chance of being relatively pure in the acts that were going to follow.
He didn't put his thick cock away either, nor did it recede in length as he stood up and walked around. The underwear was simply and grey, as she certainly wasn't trying to excite him at all, and he knew it. "Well, I did say I wouldn't but...things change. You know that, as well as being aware of what I have already on film that might help prompt that exact change," he stated bluntly, walking over to stand near her head, her form fully on display for him. Touch her? Oh, yes, he was going to do exactly that; however, perhaps not right away. Robert's swift hands danced just above her form, as if to say that he was quite prepared to really get down and dirty with her sexy frame.
While she was coming up with new ways to use her own social responsibilities as a way to elude him, he stood there, observing, and his large manhood rested right along her face rather tauntingly. "I want to try this," he said as he slipped into her mouth, quickly but not too deep, relishing how it sounded to hear her gargle and choke all over his big dick. Then, he pulled out, again tapping his shaft right onto those puffy cheeks, before leaving his mammoth member right at her wet lips this time. "Go on, try to slurp on it, upside down. IF I do touch you, it'll be to steady me only," the male stated, looking at her with full-blown lust right in his very eyes.
The food was really terrific, as good as Mark remembered from the last time that they ordered it; and he also felt like the sushi was exacty the right amount of eating that they needed to do for what was to come. Beth, of course, had no idea about what that might be.
Mark, however, definitely did.
After dinner, since Beth was still naked, Mark first told her that he'd be right back, and then went to his master bedroom for a moment. Going into his own private bathroom, he stared into the mirror, looking at the man that he had become and the man that he was going to be. What have I become? I'm filthy. Dirty. Far too prurient in the eyes of God. And I'm about to...
...but what he was about to do, he didn't say.
After sighing, he put on a brave face and a smile, and came out, taking his own seat beside Beth. Flipping on the channel, the male turned to some random show - looked like Hell's Kitchen - and then grasped Beth by her waist, placing her on his lap.
"Alright, Beth. You've been doing so good with your practice sessions. Making me proud," the male said, his voice cracking a bit. Quickly he recovered, and then thought for a moment. "Tell me then, so far, what have you learned? I'd like to hear it." The phrase had often been said in his Bible lessons to the girl in their past, and this was no different - just a very different kind of lesson.
Mark, however, definitely did.
After dinner, since Beth was still naked, Mark first told her that he'd be right back, and then went to his master bedroom for a moment. Going into his own private bathroom, he stared into the mirror, looking at the man that he had become and the man that he was going to be. What have I become? I'm filthy. Dirty. Far too prurient in the eyes of God. And I'm about to...
...but what he was about to do, he didn't say.
After sighing, he put on a brave face and a smile, and came out, taking his own seat beside Beth. Flipping on the channel, the male turned to some random show - looked like Hell's Kitchen - and then grasped Beth by her waist, placing her on his lap.
"Alright, Beth. You've been doing so good with your practice sessions. Making me proud," the male said, his voice cracking a bit. Quickly he recovered, and then thought for a moment. "Tell me then, so far, what have you learned? I'd like to hear it." The phrase had often been said in his Bible lessons to the girl in their past, and this was no different - just a very different kind of lesson.
For his part, Marcus understood that Eleanor was entirely under his thumb, in a way that he quite liked and would have preferred to keep as the baseline for which he operated. He of course had no earthly idea that he was going to have to replace her in the coming days; somehow, that possibility seemed remote to him and he strove strongly to avoid even thinking about it.
He did catch how her expression changed as he spoke to her plainly, her own subtle fears perhaps playing into the task at hand. Marcus did not stop gazing at her all throughout the very process of the girl applying her best efforts to taste him fully regardless of her own emotions on the matter.
While he understood the complex set of emotions that she must have felt while blowing him so fervently, he also understood that she was the type who wanted to do her absolute best, no matter what. Therefore, the male was fully prepared to give her that warm release that she so craved, that she was working so hard to get from him, that her tongue sought out all of his cum and made every single effort to derive his seed into her waiting maw - or elsewhere, as might have decided to give her a proper facial. There were many points that she had given her all during this blowjob, and he was all set to reward her with the craving for his semen that she had stirring up within her soul. It was going to be something special.
The other thing that he'd noticed was that she always got so eager to finish him off, and the male was certainly happy to have that emotion register, even as much as he'd pushed her up to her very limits but telling the young lady to strip down to her bra and panties. She had been shy to do so, probably because of those marks that fully adorned her body, which spoke of so much more than he was used to from the femme. Personally, Marcus had never expected anything like that crop up, but he was just fine with it and didn't think that it took away from the image which she had strived to maintain in front of him for so long. Sure, that alone indicated that she had many secrets which she clearly kept to herself, yet the male hadn't exactly asked for the full rundown on any of that. It was her own mystery.
Truly, it seemed to Marcus that Eleanor did whatever she could to avoid giving into her own desires as she sucked him off. He found that highly interesting, and wondered if it was because she was trying to avoid showing that she was so genuinely aroused? He wasn't sure, but he tried merely to focus on what she was doing to him rather than the effect that he had on her - it had already been readily apparent anyway. The music's subtle notes as well as her own sexy moans while she had his fat cock down into her throat made it so much harder to consider pretty much anything else; Marcus had little depth of thought for her own plight. If she wanted to be masking exactly how all of it combined to make her feel, then he had nothing more to do with that either. It was quite evident that her wetness seeped for him, though; the scent was intoxicating.
She did pull off with a soft pop for a minute, and he understood why; she'd been choking herself out with his cock down her throat so much that she needed a proper break. Marcus allowed it, as the woman would return to her ministrations without him needing to say a single word; he merely let the music soothe his soul, and was well aware that it was the perfect compliment to this craziness. His son still slept, blissfully unaware of what was going on here, and that was just fine by Marcus. He wanted Richard to keep resting.
The tenor of her servicing changed completely when he told her what he was about to do, not really leaving it up to chance at all. Marcus seized control of the situation and grasped her by her ponytail - very conveniently at that - and began to pressure her down as far as she could take his big dick. He let those groans and grunts escape more freely as a result, and this was his preferred pace, aggressive and very much in charge as always. The spittle flew from out of the corners of her plundered lips as he repeatedly drove his stiffness into her mouth with far more force then she originally expected. "Ah, fuck, yes," he said with a soft low guttural growl once more, the sound becoming far more obvious as a result of his machinations. He'd not really done it this way in the past all that much and he could see that she looked right at him as if practically begging the male to ease his movements, though he did not at all.
This was the ideal for him, her on her knees before the male taking the very base of his thick cock all the way down. Deeply, he penetrated her within her maw over and over, relentless, unyielding with every single motion that he made. Even the jazz seemed to pick up the pace as he began to pace his wild thrusts so that he got into the groove. Marcus was not at all cognizant about what he was doing to Eleanor exactly; this was all about him and his own pleasure, which he took from her lovely maw and relished how it sounded as he facefucked her so heatedly. Every single second that he got closer to his imminent orgasm, the male felt like he was going to burst all over the place.
Or all over her face.
Clearly, she wasn't handling it all that well, from what he could tell. Eleanor still took the pounding as effectively as possible, even if she had that panic lingering within her orbs because of his remarkably pressing pace, and how he was able to continuously spear her small maw with his large cock routinely. "Goddamn, that's it, choke on that dick," he said to her as if it was an order; though it wasn't, the amount of command that his deep tone carried left little doubt that he felt like she had been given no recourse but to follow those deep thrusts.
Whether or not it was all too much, he really didn't know; however, pretty soon the male did pull free out of the depths of her tight throat and finally did erupt, right onto her features. Even if he had been wanting to cum inside of Eleanor's sopping wet mouth, there was little chance that he'd have been able to stop himself from giving into his inclnations and painting her face white. It was the thrill of the act itself that made him want to do it, and that was the most rewarding part of all of it. Only then did he let himself retract, fully spent.
But it wasn't for long. As she went and taunted him by those swallows, as well as the additional tastes of his creamy seed that she took on, he knew that he wasn't exactly finished with her just yet. By all accounts, as he'd given her a blast like this before a few times, she did tend to like it, well enough that she had those extra glossy features wrapped up in a smile. However, he needed more, much more. As Richard still slumbered, Marcus rose up off the chair and stood, his receding member still out, and then picked her up with a single strong pull from his hand.
He moved one step forward. "Are you now?" Another step was taken. "You don't want to stay and let me take care of you, too?" One more step and he was pressed up right against her, the head of his enormous dick right between her legs, her heat very palpable. "$500 this time, and I can make you feel damn good. Don't think I don't know how," he said as a warning, a sly smile on his lips. Those fingers on his right hand traced along her bosom, at the edges of her bra, then traveling down; he didn't touch her down below yet, though.
"Tell me you don't want me to fuck your brains out properly," he whispered into her ear, both palms poised to grab onto her pert ass and squeeze. "Go on and say it if you must, but we both know...if you so wish it, that's exactly what I'm going to do to you."
He did catch how her expression changed as he spoke to her plainly, her own subtle fears perhaps playing into the task at hand. Marcus did not stop gazing at her all throughout the very process of the girl applying her best efforts to taste him fully regardless of her own emotions on the matter.
While he understood the complex set of emotions that she must have felt while blowing him so fervently, he also understood that she was the type who wanted to do her absolute best, no matter what. Therefore, the male was fully prepared to give her that warm release that she so craved, that she was working so hard to get from him, that her tongue sought out all of his cum and made every single effort to derive his seed into her waiting maw - or elsewhere, as might have decided to give her a proper facial. There were many points that she had given her all during this blowjob, and he was all set to reward her with the craving for his semen that she had stirring up within her soul. It was going to be something special.
The other thing that he'd noticed was that she always got so eager to finish him off, and the male was certainly happy to have that emotion register, even as much as he'd pushed her up to her very limits but telling the young lady to strip down to her bra and panties. She had been shy to do so, probably because of those marks that fully adorned her body, which spoke of so much more than he was used to from the femme. Personally, Marcus had never expected anything like that crop up, but he was just fine with it and didn't think that it took away from the image which she had strived to maintain in front of him for so long. Sure, that alone indicated that she had many secrets which she clearly kept to herself, yet the male hadn't exactly asked for the full rundown on any of that. It was her own mystery.
Truly, it seemed to Marcus that Eleanor did whatever she could to avoid giving into her own desires as she sucked him off. He found that highly interesting, and wondered if it was because she was trying to avoid showing that she was so genuinely aroused? He wasn't sure, but he tried merely to focus on what she was doing to him rather than the effect that he had on her - it had already been readily apparent anyway. The music's subtle notes as well as her own sexy moans while she had his fat cock down into her throat made it so much harder to consider pretty much anything else; Marcus had little depth of thought for her own plight. If she wanted to be masking exactly how all of it combined to make her feel, then he had nothing more to do with that either. It was quite evident that her wetness seeped for him, though; the scent was intoxicating.
She did pull off with a soft pop for a minute, and he understood why; she'd been choking herself out with his cock down her throat so much that she needed a proper break. Marcus allowed it, as the woman would return to her ministrations without him needing to say a single word; he merely let the music soothe his soul, and was well aware that it was the perfect compliment to this craziness. His son still slept, blissfully unaware of what was going on here, and that was just fine by Marcus. He wanted Richard to keep resting.
The tenor of her servicing changed completely when he told her what he was about to do, not really leaving it up to chance at all. Marcus seized control of the situation and grasped her by her ponytail - very conveniently at that - and began to pressure her down as far as she could take his big dick. He let those groans and grunts escape more freely as a result, and this was his preferred pace, aggressive and very much in charge as always. The spittle flew from out of the corners of her plundered lips as he repeatedly drove his stiffness into her mouth with far more force then she originally expected. "Ah, fuck, yes," he said with a soft low guttural growl once more, the sound becoming far more obvious as a result of his machinations. He'd not really done it this way in the past all that much and he could see that she looked right at him as if practically begging the male to ease his movements, though he did not at all.
This was the ideal for him, her on her knees before the male taking the very base of his thick cock all the way down. Deeply, he penetrated her within her maw over and over, relentless, unyielding with every single motion that he made. Even the jazz seemed to pick up the pace as he began to pace his wild thrusts so that he got into the groove. Marcus was not at all cognizant about what he was doing to Eleanor exactly; this was all about him and his own pleasure, which he took from her lovely maw and relished how it sounded as he facefucked her so heatedly. Every single second that he got closer to his imminent orgasm, the male felt like he was going to burst all over the place.
Or all over her face.
Clearly, she wasn't handling it all that well, from what he could tell. Eleanor still took the pounding as effectively as possible, even if she had that panic lingering within her orbs because of his remarkably pressing pace, and how he was able to continuously spear her small maw with his large cock routinely. "Goddamn, that's it, choke on that dick," he said to her as if it was an order; though it wasn't, the amount of command that his deep tone carried left little doubt that he felt like she had been given no recourse but to follow those deep thrusts.
Whether or not it was all too much, he really didn't know; however, pretty soon the male did pull free out of the depths of her tight throat and finally did erupt, right onto her features. Even if he had been wanting to cum inside of Eleanor's sopping wet mouth, there was little chance that he'd have been able to stop himself from giving into his inclnations and painting her face white. It was the thrill of the act itself that made him want to do it, and that was the most rewarding part of all of it. Only then did he let himself retract, fully spent.
But it wasn't for long. As she went and taunted him by those swallows, as well as the additional tastes of his creamy seed that she took on, he knew that he wasn't exactly finished with her just yet. By all accounts, as he'd given her a blast like this before a few times, she did tend to like it, well enough that she had those extra glossy features wrapped up in a smile. However, he needed more, much more. As Richard still slumbered, Marcus rose up off the chair and stood, his receding member still out, and then picked her up with a single strong pull from his hand.
He moved one step forward. "Are you now?" Another step was taken. "You don't want to stay and let me take care of you, too?" One more step and he was pressed up right against her, the head of his enormous dick right between her legs, her heat very palpable. "$500 this time, and I can make you feel damn good. Don't think I don't know how," he said as a warning, a sly smile on his lips. Those fingers on his right hand traced along her bosom, at the edges of her bra, then traveling down; he didn't touch her down below yet, though.
"Tell me you don't want me to fuck your brains out properly," he whispered into her ear, both palms poised to grab onto her pert ass and squeeze. "Go on and say it if you must, but we both know...if you so wish it, that's exactly what I'm going to do to you."
While Kellen was well aware of his little girl's athletic activities, he still had not quite accepted the fact of just how deliciously delightful those slim curves of her could really be. Curtis happened to be a big fan of that and had often asked her - teasingly - about going for a swim with him or even challenging her to a race at times. At always, Sophie wasn't at all shy to keep those matters open and even seemed to encourage that kind of talk, as far as Kellen could tell. Actually, there was a lot about his daughter's tendencies that he didn't know about, such as that short but very effective touch upon Curtis' upper thight, before she did pull it back. "Mmm. I wonder exactly how much you like it," he said rather brazenly, slipping his own palms other her thighs as well - if onyl for a moment.
But it was a moment that did register for Kellen, who had been watching closely. Hmm.
Carter, of course, tended to be the one that happened to enjoy when Sophie was taking care of her 'uncles' right in his own lap, and he never failed to spring wood as a result. She didn't mind at all, though, and once or twice he'd even seen her bite her lip as he whispered the most depraved, filthy things into her ear, riling her up and constantly testing the waters out with his overactive hands. It didn't take long before he found the young lady going to sit upon him once more, and his palms slid right around her waist, a warning bell for her father but more like a sign of things to come as far as the male himself went. "Hey there, cutie. I kept my lap nice and warm for you," he rumbled out, before his hand went up to her ear in order to block off exactly what he said next, which had to do with her 'bouncing' and him "grinding right back'. She knew damn well what she was doing to him - to them, really.
However, Kellen wasn't all that concerned about any of that, as it was normal. More than anything, he seriously wanted her to get into the game and up the stakes as he'd suggested, otherwise all three other males would have been collecting his debt and running him into the ground. It was the very first time that he'd even mentioned anything like that at all, but he had little choice. Her bra would take the place of about 50 bucks worth of chips, and that meant that he could keep on playing without spending his own hard earned cash as well - provided that she opted to play along. That look that was shared between them came off as nothing more than a fervent plea on his part.
As she was debating the relative merits of such a request, Jamal chose to pipe up, as if doing his best to sell her on the idea. "Look, your Daddy needs the help, and well, we'd love to see what you're like with those funbags a little more free, you feel me?" As for what they were going to do with it, both Carter and Curtis laughed at the question, and Jamal joined in as well. "Come on, Sophie, you know us. If you play nice, we'll give it right back - that is, if we win the damn thing anyway. Isn't that right, Kellen?"
Slowly, as if gulping down the response that was on the tip of his tongue, Kellen just nodded, too afraid to say anything else. Thank god, she was actually going to do it. They all watched as the pink number came off the femme, and they were greeted by the sight of her perky nipples very obviously diamond hard, which the other males let out a low whistle toward. Damn, was she ever sexy! Then, without another word, they ponied up the cards, ready to play.
While Kellen had triple nines going into the river, the final card to come up, he was beat out by Jamal, who hit Kings and Jacks over the rest of the face-up cards. Fuck. "I win. Hmm, maybe we can work out a deal for the bra later," he winked over at Sophie, lust evident in his tone. Carter merely clutched her a little tighter, extremely excited. as he still didn't want to give out any of his remaining cash, the desperate Kellen made the call to ask her for a bit more, if he could.
"N-nice job, honey, thank you," the male said with a heavy sigh. "Could you...I mean...for the next hand, how about putting in your panties instead? I know it's a lot, I know that," he quickly told her, "but...it'd be a great way to help your old man out. What do you say?"
But it was a moment that did register for Kellen, who had been watching closely. Hmm.
Carter, of course, tended to be the one that happened to enjoy when Sophie was taking care of her 'uncles' right in his own lap, and he never failed to spring wood as a result. She didn't mind at all, though, and once or twice he'd even seen her bite her lip as he whispered the most depraved, filthy things into her ear, riling her up and constantly testing the waters out with his overactive hands. It didn't take long before he found the young lady going to sit upon him once more, and his palms slid right around her waist, a warning bell for her father but more like a sign of things to come as far as the male himself went. "Hey there, cutie. I kept my lap nice and warm for you," he rumbled out, before his hand went up to her ear in order to block off exactly what he said next, which had to do with her 'bouncing' and him "grinding right back'. She knew damn well what she was doing to him - to them, really.
However, Kellen wasn't all that concerned about any of that, as it was normal. More than anything, he seriously wanted her to get into the game and up the stakes as he'd suggested, otherwise all three other males would have been collecting his debt and running him into the ground. It was the very first time that he'd even mentioned anything like that at all, but he had little choice. Her bra would take the place of about 50 bucks worth of chips, and that meant that he could keep on playing without spending his own hard earned cash as well - provided that she opted to play along. That look that was shared between them came off as nothing more than a fervent plea on his part.
As she was debating the relative merits of such a request, Jamal chose to pipe up, as if doing his best to sell her on the idea. "Look, your Daddy needs the help, and well, we'd love to see what you're like with those funbags a little more free, you feel me?" As for what they were going to do with it, both Carter and Curtis laughed at the question, and Jamal joined in as well. "Come on, Sophie, you know us. If you play nice, we'll give it right back - that is, if we win the damn thing anyway. Isn't that right, Kellen?"
Slowly, as if gulping down the response that was on the tip of his tongue, Kellen just nodded, too afraid to say anything else. Thank god, she was actually going to do it. They all watched as the pink number came off the femme, and they were greeted by the sight of her perky nipples very obviously diamond hard, which the other males let out a low whistle toward. Damn, was she ever sexy! Then, without another word, they ponied up the cards, ready to play.
While Kellen had triple nines going into the river, the final card to come up, he was beat out by Jamal, who hit Kings and Jacks over the rest of the face-up cards. Fuck. "I win. Hmm, maybe we can work out a deal for the bra later," he winked over at Sophie, lust evident in his tone. Carter merely clutched her a little tighter, extremely excited. as he still didn't want to give out any of his remaining cash, the desperate Kellen made the call to ask her for a bit more, if he could.
"N-nice job, honey, thank you," the male said with a heavy sigh. "Could you...I mean...for the next hand, how about putting in your panties instead? I know it's a lot, I know that," he quickly told her, "but...it'd be a great way to help your old man out. What do you say?"
Who should it be but Mina downstairs, nursing the single wound that he had witnessed her receive? Of course it was her; it could only be her. Vincent readily admitted out loud openly that he had been gazing at Mina and perhaps wishing that she was okay, that she was doing just fine, that their own wild tryst hadn't caused any of the parameters which governed their success to be broken at all. Then, it so happened that he was right there, flying to her side, expressing his concerns and letting her know firmly that he was there to help. Was there any worry in her own voids as a result of his actions? If so, he didn't see it at all, and without thinking placed her soft fingertips into his own wet maw, suckling freely. To anyone else, he would have never breached the bounds of decorum in this way. For her? It was merely the very least that he could do, and he did feel pleasantly enough that she appreciated it all the same. Hence the male had done what he set out to do.
Whether the girl herself recalled the manner in which they'd conducted their last visatation or not, he knew full well that there was no stopping them this time, if things went the other direction. She was simply far too compelling, and not even he could find a way to really make that disappear, even if he shut his deepset eyes and closed his mercurial mind off to the very possibilities present, just in her in presence. In fact, he was reminded of the idea that he wished to do it again. And again, and again...
"You're...far too kind to say that. I...missed you too," he allowed himself to say, voice cracking a little with the strain of emotions swirling around his mind, and becoming so very active as a result. He took her head relaxing against his shoulder easily, as if it was meant to be there - and despite the fact of his willful construction which was known to nobody else, he couldn't help but feel like it truly was. Vincenzo comforted the woman by running his hands along the small of her back lightly, then stroking the muscles up and down, allowing himself to truly feel her once more.
As for where he had been, he wasn't exactly sure what to say to that. Vincent had different duties to attend to, mostly related to his own father's state of affairs and managing them, as well as how he conducted himself as the head of a vast household. One of the specific rules that had been instuted in order to protect him was that no one should come up and see him during the day, while he was busy taking care of father's memoirs, or legal contracts with his lawyer, Mr. Sable, in tow. "I've been...busy enough. I'm sorry that I didn't come and see you though." He nodded at her statement, not quiet realizing what she was about to do. "I was quiet, yes." The kiss, though, registered alarm bells within his own mind, though it wasn't out of concern; it was out of need. "I can definitely be quiet because of you. Are you going to make me...but what are you doing?"
He was completely caught off-guard by her next action, not at all expecting that she would so readily reach out to his trousers and unbutton them easily, as if they were her own bottoms. The belt slid off and soon, she had taken out his large, protuding member, while he nervously looked around - though of course no one was there, just the two of them. "No, you'll want to keep quiet too," he said softly, the eroticism of the moment very much evident. "Go on, then. Silence yourself. Quiet down with that big dick in your pretty mouth," he said with a groan, pressing forward, guiding his bulbous tip right up to her tender lips, almost tauntingly.
They simply couldn't resist each other and if this was the way that it would be, then he wasn't about to stop it whatsoever.
Whether the girl herself recalled the manner in which they'd conducted their last visatation or not, he knew full well that there was no stopping them this time, if things went the other direction. She was simply far too compelling, and not even he could find a way to really make that disappear, even if he shut his deepset eyes and closed his mercurial mind off to the very possibilities present, just in her in presence. In fact, he was reminded of the idea that he wished to do it again. And again, and again...
"You're...far too kind to say that. I...missed you too," he allowed himself to say, voice cracking a little with the strain of emotions swirling around his mind, and becoming so very active as a result. He took her head relaxing against his shoulder easily, as if it was meant to be there - and despite the fact of his willful construction which was known to nobody else, he couldn't help but feel like it truly was. Vincenzo comforted the woman by running his hands along the small of her back lightly, then stroking the muscles up and down, allowing himself to truly feel her once more.
As for where he had been, he wasn't exactly sure what to say to that. Vincent had different duties to attend to, mostly related to his own father's state of affairs and managing them, as well as how he conducted himself as the head of a vast household. One of the specific rules that had been instuted in order to protect him was that no one should come up and see him during the day, while he was busy taking care of father's memoirs, or legal contracts with his lawyer, Mr. Sable, in tow. "I've been...busy enough. I'm sorry that I didn't come and see you though." He nodded at her statement, not quiet realizing what she was about to do. "I was quiet, yes." The kiss, though, registered alarm bells within his own mind, though it wasn't out of concern; it was out of need. "I can definitely be quiet because of you. Are you going to make me...but what are you doing?"
He was completely caught off-guard by her next action, not at all expecting that she would so readily reach out to his trousers and unbutton them easily, as if they were her own bottoms. The belt slid off and soon, she had taken out his large, protuding member, while he nervously looked around - though of course no one was there, just the two of them. "No, you'll want to keep quiet too," he said softly, the eroticism of the moment very much evident. "Go on, then. Silence yourself. Quiet down with that big dick in your pretty mouth," he said with a groan, pressing forward, guiding his bulbous tip right up to her tender lips, almost tauntingly.
They simply couldn't resist each other and if this was the way that it would be, then he wasn't about to stop it whatsoever.
Draken was looking forward to taking Suzume's holes again. He wondered exactly how good she was at sucking dick, for instance, which he'd be happy to find out. Already he could still feel the grip of her ass muscles holding onto his enormous dick, pulling him in while he fucked her brains out. It was a great way to introduce himself to a new member of the party at the very least, and hence he was excited to see what else he could come up in terms of how he used all the girls in his employ.
Granted, in Etoria there was no paricular preventing if it a male felt like he wanted to fuck.
Reining that in, Draken really did want to find this Marabella and then go from there. The women all had good suggestions, and one of the best was in using the resources of the Guild itself. That was one of the best ideas that anyone had yet. He rewarding Caroline for saying so by fondling her breast for a moment, the right one, and teasing her nipples as he thought about what it was that he was going to do. "Alright. I'll go ask and see if they know something. Hopefully there is a lead that we can follow up on and at least figure out where she would be."
Reluctantly, he did step away from Caroline and go into the main section of the Guild, finding what looked like the 'help desk' of sorts.
There were two women there and one of them was busy getting plowed over a table by a very burly looking male; the other smiled and welcomed him, ignoring the activity beside her.
It was weird since Draken didn't have the girl's last name, only "Marabella" to go on, but he gave it nonetheless. Thankfully, the girl knew to whom he was referring; apparently the girl was popular enough here, and they were able to come up with the address. It wasn't that far, just over three blocks to the left. Thanking them, he went back and informed the ladies.
"She's not far. Here's the address," he handed the small piece of paper to Giselle, and pointed off in the distance, where they could walk if needed. "Let's go."
Granted, in Etoria there was no paricular preventing if it a male felt like he wanted to fuck.
Reining that in, Draken really did want to find this Marabella and then go from there. The women all had good suggestions, and one of the best was in using the resources of the Guild itself. That was one of the best ideas that anyone had yet. He rewarding Caroline for saying so by fondling her breast for a moment, the right one, and teasing her nipples as he thought about what it was that he was going to do. "Alright. I'll go ask and see if they know something. Hopefully there is a lead that we can follow up on and at least figure out where she would be."
Reluctantly, he did step away from Caroline and go into the main section of the Guild, finding what looked like the 'help desk' of sorts.
There were two women there and one of them was busy getting plowed over a table by a very burly looking male; the other smiled and welcomed him, ignoring the activity beside her.
It was weird since Draken didn't have the girl's last name, only "Marabella" to go on, but he gave it nonetheless. Thankfully, the girl knew to whom he was referring; apparently the girl was popular enough here, and they were able to come up with the address. It wasn't that far, just over three blocks to the left. Thanking them, he went back and informed the ladies.
"She's not far. Here's the address," he handed the small piece of paper to Giselle, and pointed off in the distance, where they could walk if needed. "Let's go."
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Domination in all forms, BDSM, spanking, dirty talk, romance, hair pulling, biting and nibbling, teasing and rubbing, grinding and secret sexual situations like under a desk; fingering, spanking, slapping, receiving oral - especially long, sloppy enthusiastic blowjobs with lots of back and forth between characters; facefucking, deepthroat, cunnilingus, teasing each part of the pussy, strict commands and control, choking, knotting, shower sex, pinning, forced or watched/mutual masturbation, kissing and foreplay, all manner of toys and instruments, whips and paddles, degradation, anal, anal training/virginity, risky sex or the threat of being caught, filming or photographing in the scene, cucking, cheating, monster and tentacles, ageplay (PLAY only; you must be 18+), non-con, dub-con, forced, cum-in-mouth and swallowing, cumplay/smearing, soft facials, bukkake, humiliation, DDlg, blackmail, corruption, breeding, creampies, light bloodplay with small cuts, etc. I mean aside from the limits, I'm down for it and am flexible to adjust. Not all of thse will apply to all RPs anyway so if you are unsure just ask.
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Scat, vore, gore, diaper play/infantilism, carrying to term/pregnancy sex, stupid or unrealistic characters, overly cutesy bullshit or a lack of competent English. Vore is more of a negotiable/maybe depending on the story.
Domination in all forms, BDSM, spanking, dirty talk, romance, hair pulling, biting and nibbling, teasing and rubbing, grinding and secret sexual situations like under a desk; fingering, spanking, slapping, receiving oral - especially long, sloppy enthusiastic blowjobs with lots of back and forth between characters; facefucking, deepthroat, cunnilingus, teasing each part of the pussy, strict commands and control, choking, knotting, shower sex, pinning, forced or watched/mutual masturbation, kissing and foreplay, all manner of toys and instruments, whips and paddles, degradation, anal, anal training/virginity, risky sex or the threat of being caught, filming or photographing in the scene, cucking, cheating, monster and tentacles, ageplay (PLAY only; you must be 18+), non-con, dub-con, forced, cum-in-mouth and swallowing, cumplay/smearing, soft facials, bukkake, humiliation, DDlg, blackmail, corruption, breeding, creampies, light bloodplay with small cuts, etc. I mean aside from the limits, I'm down for it and am flexible to adjust. Not all of thse will apply to all RPs anyway so if you are unsure just ask.
Limits-
Scat, vore, gore, diaper play/infantilism, carrying to term/pregnancy sex, stupid or unrealistic characters, overly cutesy bullshit or a lack of competent English. Vore is more of a negotiable/maybe depending on the story.
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When he was in the middle of his own work, the demon didn't much bother with frivolities in any sense of the word; he was entirely focused on business and that meant to the highest degree. Therefore, he wasn't exactly hitting on the ladies at the bar or anything of the sort; his dancing feet were not on this time, and he didn't much care to imbibe either. There would be plenty of time to celebrate later, after he had completed his task in the first place. Until then, he merely had to do his best in order to keep the angel occupied, and then slip away with her when she least expected it. How, then, was he to set about performing such an action/ There were many different possibilities that emerged as potential opportunities to pursue.
The first was that, because she was dressed in such a way as to want to blend into her environment well, he paid close attention to what she appeared and how he could use that to his own advantage. The girl wore a tight-fitting black dress that cut off high enough to be especially appealing; her blonde locks were very nicely styled and all of that glistening jewelry did a lot to attract the eye, and not necessarily toward her generous breasts. Mmm. He did like the actual form that she had chosen also; it was not at all what he might have intended for himself as Aphodel was no stranger to taking the appearance of a male or female whenever he had a task to complete; in this case, it was merely that he might have picked something less obviously attractive, but he was not her. No, rather the male wished to understand just what she was trying to accomplish in the first place, since he only had the barest details available to him and the vaunted dark lord was not usually the kind that wished to share.
Surely, Satan wouldn't want such a creature unless she was valuable to him. That meant, as far as Aphodel was concerned, she was also then going to be of value to him. Again he observed her very closely, keeping himself more or less in the shadows and hidden away, though that didn't stop him for catching glimpses of her here and there as the night wore on and the heat of the atmosphere grew around them. It was the most exciting part of the evening, when they began their dancing after midnight, with hands groping and grabbing and various other actions very much keeping them highly invested in each other's bodies. The real question was - how the hell was he going to get her away from it all? How was he going to be able to even take her? While he didn't want to start a war in the midst of a human bar, very much apparent and not at all able to be hidden, Aphodel also presumed that if she suspected just who he was and what he had come to do, then she'd raise the alarm bells herself, loudly and vociferously.
As she was at the end of the bar, relatively far away from the dance floor himself, the formations of a plan began to form in Aphodel's mind; while he wasn't quite sure if any of his machinations would indeed work, he did feel like he had to try. On his person, he had a handkerchief that had been coated in chloroform, a powerful sedative that could knock one out in seconds. At the same time, it wasn't likely to work unless he could find a quiet corner first - say, near the restrooms for example. Then, there was the syringe with an extremely quick and effective painless drug that brought on sleep instantly; while that couold be concealed, it wasn't quite so easy to be able to spring into her out in the open either. No matter what, he'd have to find a way to keep the female relatively interested and even possibly pursuing him if he could. Amir had the look about him that genereally tended to work well towards any sort of success; he was handsome and Aphodel inhabited him as very suave. With the fantastic pheromones that he could generate at pretty much any time, it was usually only a matter of moments in which he could act with impunity, isolate and then take down the angels whom he tended to work against. In this case, however, he had the most simple idea of all to start with - talk, simply talk and pick her brain. There was not doubt at all that he was more than capable of doing all that, at least, and so he had made up his mind.
Stepping forward, then, he followed her as she moved away, nearer to the doors for an...entrance of some sort, or so he managed to suss out - and then walked straight to where she was and, thankfully, the chair next to her was uninhabited; Aphodel say down and ordered a Bloody Mary from the bar - his own little private joke of a drink, and not necessarily the type suited for dancing - and then turned toward the woman, putting on an air of ease and comfort, chill and very much conducive to conversation. That was when he released his pheromones, directing the stream of them toward the girl herself.
"Nice evening out for some time in the club, isn't it?" Aphodel started with a small smile, a run through of his dark hair with those hands, and a glance that merely hinted at the smoldering sexuality beneath. "I'm Amir by the way, nice to meet you. I was kinda waiting on my date to arrive but well, It seems like she stood me up," he began, shrugging and once more flashing that killer grin at her. He had been told that when he was in human form, his smiles could be disarming; if anyone needed the charm, then, it would be the girl herself. So he let those words surround them both, even above the steady din of the throbbing music, before sipping once and then gazing at the girl fully. "So, what's your name, if you don't mind me asking? And what brings you The Lion's Den? It's always a great time, that's for sure," he mentoined as he looked around, waving his hands wide, "but there are much better places to hang out, I'd say for sure." That was a hint that maybe, just maybe, he knew a thing or two about such places, but he wasn't going to tell her so right off the bat.
First, he wanted to see just how she reacted to his presence - or if she even felt his actual presence at all, or merely fell victim to that delicious appeal that seemed to waft over him.
The first was that, because she was dressed in such a way as to want to blend into her environment well, he paid close attention to what she appeared and how he could use that to his own advantage. The girl wore a tight-fitting black dress that cut off high enough to be especially appealing; her blonde locks were very nicely styled and all of that glistening jewelry did a lot to attract the eye, and not necessarily toward her generous breasts. Mmm. He did like the actual form that she had chosen also; it was not at all what he might have intended for himself as Aphodel was no stranger to taking the appearance of a male or female whenever he had a task to complete; in this case, it was merely that he might have picked something less obviously attractive, but he was not her. No, rather the male wished to understand just what she was trying to accomplish in the first place, since he only had the barest details available to him and the vaunted dark lord was not usually the kind that wished to share.
Surely, Satan wouldn't want such a creature unless she was valuable to him. That meant, as far as Aphodel was concerned, she was also then going to be of value to him. Again he observed her very closely, keeping himself more or less in the shadows and hidden away, though that didn't stop him for catching glimpses of her here and there as the night wore on and the heat of the atmosphere grew around them. It was the most exciting part of the evening, when they began their dancing after midnight, with hands groping and grabbing and various other actions very much keeping them highly invested in each other's bodies. The real question was - how the hell was he going to get her away from it all? How was he going to be able to even take her? While he didn't want to start a war in the midst of a human bar, very much apparent and not at all able to be hidden, Aphodel also presumed that if she suspected just who he was and what he had come to do, then she'd raise the alarm bells herself, loudly and vociferously.
As she was at the end of the bar, relatively far away from the dance floor himself, the formations of a plan began to form in Aphodel's mind; while he wasn't quite sure if any of his machinations would indeed work, he did feel like he had to try. On his person, he had a handkerchief that had been coated in chloroform, a powerful sedative that could knock one out in seconds. At the same time, it wasn't likely to work unless he could find a quiet corner first - say, near the restrooms for example. Then, there was the syringe with an extremely quick and effective painless drug that brought on sleep instantly; while that couold be concealed, it wasn't quite so easy to be able to spring into her out in the open either. No matter what, he'd have to find a way to keep the female relatively interested and even possibly pursuing him if he could. Amir had the look about him that genereally tended to work well towards any sort of success; he was handsome and Aphodel inhabited him as very suave. With the fantastic pheromones that he could generate at pretty much any time, it was usually only a matter of moments in which he could act with impunity, isolate and then take down the angels whom he tended to work against. In this case, however, he had the most simple idea of all to start with - talk, simply talk and pick her brain. There was not doubt at all that he was more than capable of doing all that, at least, and so he had made up his mind.
Stepping forward, then, he followed her as she moved away, nearer to the doors for an...entrance of some sort, or so he managed to suss out - and then walked straight to where she was and, thankfully, the chair next to her was uninhabited; Aphodel say down and ordered a Bloody Mary from the bar - his own little private joke of a drink, and not necessarily the type suited for dancing - and then turned toward the woman, putting on an air of ease and comfort, chill and very much conducive to conversation. That was when he released his pheromones, directing the stream of them toward the girl herself.
"Nice evening out for some time in the club, isn't it?" Aphodel started with a small smile, a run through of his dark hair with those hands, and a glance that merely hinted at the smoldering sexuality beneath. "I'm Amir by the way, nice to meet you. I was kinda waiting on my date to arrive but well, It seems like she stood me up," he began, shrugging and once more flashing that killer grin at her. He had been told that when he was in human form, his smiles could be disarming; if anyone needed the charm, then, it would be the girl herself. So he let those words surround them both, even above the steady din of the throbbing music, before sipping once and then gazing at the girl fully. "So, what's your name, if you don't mind me asking? And what brings you The Lion's Den? It's always a great time, that's for sure," he mentoined as he looked around, waving his hands wide, "but there are much better places to hang out, I'd say for sure." That was a hint that maybe, just maybe, he knew a thing or two about such places, but he wasn't going to tell her so right off the bat.
First, he wanted to see just how she reacted to his presence - or if she even felt his actual presence at all, or merely fell victim to that delicious appeal that seemed to waft over him.
In truth, Amir's strategic manipulation of Likola's slowly-building trust within his was two-fold; the first phase was simply appearing to be much more sympathetic then he actually was. Did he legitmately care about the fact that she was so completely exhausted that she could barely keep up with the pace of what all was going on around her, as if they were in a swirl of different events all happening at the same time? Well, yes, because he wished her to understand that he was a benevolent, merciful Sir indeed.
However, the other half of it was that he was instilling the same level of ceasing their activities as a method of her comprehended his pervese sense of kindness, and not going all that far. While that wasn't quite a factor as he had particular enjoyed her tongue willingly slathering up his thick shaft, he still wasn't willing to get her to those lofty heights just yet.
Poor girl. She really was done, and he could tell from the weight within his arms as he led her to bed. She could barely stay awake any longer and even if he did violate her further, he was going to maintain a patient air. The male had hit her with a carefully targeted dart, taking her way and stolen her from her home forever, but there was so much more that he could do with the female when she was more altert, and the drugs were finally out of her system. So he was in the flesh, sorely craving even more debauchery but smartly willing to allow her this peace.
"It's fine, no worries," he said briefly, Whether he would in fact give her breakfast or not largely depending on his mood, though he was not quite so ruthless as to starve her entirely. Still, Amir vaguely had the notion of making her earn it. Heh. Saying nothing, he merely nodded, allowing her to curl, hands free of any of the rope still. Her reward for being so good to him - or so he'd let her think, while she was resting. Amir considered sliding up into her warm pussy and using her like a cock sleeve while she slept, but he wasn't about to do that now. Later, once he'd fucked her properly, then that would be an option.
For the moment, he had his own bed in his office, and was able to get a video feed of this room within there. As he stepped out, he whispered to the woman. "Sweet dreams, Likola. Tomorrow your journey begins anew." Then he locked the door, checking that his keycard was the only way to access it, and left her there to slumber as he went inside his own makeshift bedroom as well.
However, the other half of it was that he was instilling the same level of ceasing their activities as a method of her comprehended his pervese sense of kindness, and not going all that far. While that wasn't quite a factor as he had particular enjoyed her tongue willingly slathering up his thick shaft, he still wasn't willing to get her to those lofty heights just yet.
Poor girl. She really was done, and he could tell from the weight within his arms as he led her to bed. She could barely stay awake any longer and even if he did violate her further, he was going to maintain a patient air. The male had hit her with a carefully targeted dart, taking her way and stolen her from her home forever, but there was so much more that he could do with the female when she was more altert, and the drugs were finally out of her system. So he was in the flesh, sorely craving even more debauchery but smartly willing to allow her this peace.
"It's fine, no worries," he said briefly, Whether he would in fact give her breakfast or not largely depending on his mood, though he was not quite so ruthless as to starve her entirely. Still, Amir vaguely had the notion of making her earn it. Heh. Saying nothing, he merely nodded, allowing her to curl, hands free of any of the rope still. Her reward for being so good to him - or so he'd let her think, while she was resting. Amir considered sliding up into her warm pussy and using her like a cock sleeve while she slept, but he wasn't about to do that now. Later, once he'd fucked her properly, then that would be an option.
For the moment, he had his own bed in his office, and was able to get a video feed of this room within there. As he stepped out, he whispered to the woman. "Sweet dreams, Likola. Tomorrow your journey begins anew." Then he locked the door, checking that his keycard was the only way to access it, and left her there to slumber as he went inside his own makeshift bedroom as well.
While the girl did at least try to do her best, The Man In Black knew full well that it wasn't quite going to be the ideal for making her feel this way as much as he could. Still, he was determined to have his fun first.
To that end, he quite enjoyed fucking her face like this, treating her if she was a common whore in all of Westeros, adn then allowing the female to feel the exactly how hard she had made him.
When he did finally push into her throat fully, he heard the gag reflex break through; excellent. That allowed the male to fully enjoy ramming his fat cock down her throat intensely, and he could tell that she loved it.
While he didn't exactly want to push her so much that she was forced to throw up, she did manage to retch right onto his thick cockmeat due to the intensity of the pressure that she must have been feeling.
Ah, he wasn't making it easy for her to breathe at all, and therefore he wasn't really paying too much attention to what she managed to force down into the very depths of her throat no matter what. It was merely a question of keeping the femme pliant enough to keep accepting his shaft, as she had little choice.
However, even with the fact that he did lay out his cockmeat for her to suck on directly, the male understood that it was a herculean task at best.
Ah, the sounds that she made while choking on him were glorious, as it was difficult to find the air for her to breathe in the first place, if nothing else. It was merely a matter of rending her unable to do anything but swallow his member down all the way.
If she was unable to breath, then he'd have a miracle.
Even when he did actually give her a break so that she was forced to breathe onto his big dick in the first place, the male knew that it was going to be a tough task for her to feel what exactly she did to him, and how she made it easy to keep his dick making her gag.
While it was kind of gross that she decided that she was going to retch once more, she surprised him by the level of vomit that spilled out all over the floor. He would need a minute before he raped her pussy, but the male was absolutely willing to do just that, as soon as time would allow. There was nothing at all to prevent him from doing so; it was just a matter of time.
It was the funniest plight that she had to deal with at all due to how she was totally under the spell of his desires, and what he wished from her. He still had the knife out and was ready to use it as well.
All the male how to do know was wait till he was able to get erect once more, and then he'd have even more fun with the femme - to the very end, as it were.
To that end, he quite enjoyed fucking her face like this, treating her if she was a common whore in all of Westeros, adn then allowing the female to feel the exactly how hard she had made him.
When he did finally push into her throat fully, he heard the gag reflex break through; excellent. That allowed the male to fully enjoy ramming his fat cock down her throat intensely, and he could tell that she loved it.
While he didn't exactly want to push her so much that she was forced to throw up, she did manage to retch right onto his thick cockmeat due to the intensity of the pressure that she must have been feeling.
Ah, he wasn't making it easy for her to breathe at all, and therefore he wasn't really paying too much attention to what she managed to force down into the very depths of her throat no matter what. It was merely a question of keeping the femme pliant enough to keep accepting his shaft, as she had little choice.
However, even with the fact that he did lay out his cockmeat for her to suck on directly, the male understood that it was a herculean task at best.
Ah, the sounds that she made while choking on him were glorious, as it was difficult to find the air for her to breathe in the first place, if nothing else. It was merely a matter of rending her unable to do anything but swallow his member down all the way.
If she was unable to breath, then he'd have a miracle.
Even when he did actually give her a break so that she was forced to breathe onto his big dick in the first place, the male knew that it was going to be a tough task for her to feel what exactly she did to him, and how she made it easy to keep his dick making her gag.
While it was kind of gross that she decided that she was going to retch once more, she surprised him by the level of vomit that spilled out all over the floor. He would need a minute before he raped her pussy, but the male was absolutely willing to do just that, as soon as time would allow. There was nothing at all to prevent him from doing so; it was just a matter of time.
It was the funniest plight that she had to deal with at all due to how she was totally under the spell of his desires, and what he wished from her. He still had the knife out and was ready to use it as well.
All the male how to do know was wait till he was able to get erect once more, and then he'd have even more fun with the femme - to the very end, as it were.
Amir had found the exact sort of girl as his personal assistant that he really needed, truth be told. He'd often fantasized about this exact scenario, though never had he actually imagined that it would come to pass as it had. Her simple mistakes could have been made by anyone, really; that it enabled him to enact his blackmail and then lay out his own plan was the real victory.
Even though she had been made aware of what was about to happen, Charlie didn't flinch as he expelled his jism into her warm maw, repeatedly spraying every shot of cream right into her hot mouth. She was left a mess as a result; his copious cumshot rendered her unable to do anything more then take as much as she could down the hatch, to the very back of her throat. It was a lot, yes, but Amir thought that the traces which remained only made her look prettier, in his opinion.
What he did not expect was her to go back in after his sensitive head and clean up every trace of what lingered around his tip, as well as the length of his gargantuan shaft. "Good girl, very good," he proffered once more, quick to praise right away. This had been a learning experience for both of them, in all actuality, and Amir had the entire weekend to process what he had been shown. Charlie had performed quite well, passing his early 'test' with flying colors.
The male wasn't sure what to think really of the expression on her face once she'd finished. Nodding at her obedience, he thought about tucking his receding manhood away, but decided to just leave it out instead. He was damn curious if her eyes would follow his member at all. "Nice work. Genuinely. I'm impressed. And to think, as far as I know, that was your first time," he noted, reminding her of that fact. "I will send you the onboarding paperwork over the weekend. Review it, sign digitally and send it all back so I can get you processed by Monday morning. You start at 8:00 AM sharp. Be ready." Amir stroked himself lightly, observing Charlie's breathless manner carefully.
"I'd advise you to perhaps study up during your two days off. Make sure you wear a hairtie or band," he tossed in, as it was probably a smart idea. "And...dress nice. Professional. Congratulations," he finished in a low rumble, not a trace of sarcasm in his tone. "When you're ready, you may go. See you Monday morning."
Throughout the entire close of their meeting, Amir never put his cock away, not even for a moment.
Even though she had been made aware of what was about to happen, Charlie didn't flinch as he expelled his jism into her warm maw, repeatedly spraying every shot of cream right into her hot mouth. She was left a mess as a result; his copious cumshot rendered her unable to do anything more then take as much as she could down the hatch, to the very back of her throat. It was a lot, yes, but Amir thought that the traces which remained only made her look prettier, in his opinion.
What he did not expect was her to go back in after his sensitive head and clean up every trace of what lingered around his tip, as well as the length of his gargantuan shaft. "Good girl, very good," he proffered once more, quick to praise right away. This had been a learning experience for both of them, in all actuality, and Amir had the entire weekend to process what he had been shown. Charlie had performed quite well, passing his early 'test' with flying colors.
The male wasn't sure what to think really of the expression on her face once she'd finished. Nodding at her obedience, he thought about tucking his receding manhood away, but decided to just leave it out instead. He was damn curious if her eyes would follow his member at all. "Nice work. Genuinely. I'm impressed. And to think, as far as I know, that was your first time," he noted, reminding her of that fact. "I will send you the onboarding paperwork over the weekend. Review it, sign digitally and send it all back so I can get you processed by Monday morning. You start at 8:00 AM sharp. Be ready." Amir stroked himself lightly, observing Charlie's breathless manner carefully.
"I'd advise you to perhaps study up during your two days off. Make sure you wear a hairtie or band," he tossed in, as it was probably a smart idea. "And...dress nice. Professional. Congratulations," he finished in a low rumble, not a trace of sarcasm in his tone. "When you're ready, you may go. See you Monday morning."
Throughout the entire close of their meeting, Amir never put his cock away, not even for a moment.
Up this close to her, it dawned on Zuko how much they had all changed so definitively over the years. When he had been chasing after Aang, full of rage and fury, Katara had never much interested him; he had his eyes elsewhere, absolutely. She also had been...what was the word...perhaps a bit...slight? Maybe that him assigning his old thoughts on her stature as compared to the then Prince of the Fire Nation, yet that wasn't at all fair - certainly now. His stark, fierce gold orbs did inadvertantly roam over her frame; he had been so stupid. It was so clear how frankly attractive she really was. If anything Katara always had a deep glow about her that shined through, and he was seeing that currently.
Trying to calm himself and control both his mind and his own urges, Zuko took a deep breath and exhaled slow, a bit miffed that he had foolishly come out here in the formal outfit of his nation. At least he didn't have to wear that stupid hat; he really did hate it so much, more then ever when Aang took to knocking it off his head and then bolting away quickly on a ball of air right after he was crowned in front of all.
Annoying, the Aang. Sometimes at least.
Zuko had no idea what the girl was thinking at all; his own thoughts drifted to different aspects of his journey, and how his personality had shifted from the male that he used to be. His uncle, Iroh, had been the one to raise him and shape him up, not is father ironically enough, the great Firelord Ozai. That man had all but tossed him out, after scarring his face forever in that cruel Agni Kai. Weirdly, when Zuko had directly faced his father during The Day of the Black Sun, it hadn't triggered all that much in him to depart. He was done with his immediate family, and yet...he felt nothing at all, in a way. But what had made him realize how many mistakes he'd made was bowing at Iroh's feet, apologizing, letting the older mentor know that he had grown.
Coming back to the present, Zuko focused his thoughts inward to Aang, and his relationship with Katara. They had seemed so perfect for each other, hadn't they? Him and Mai tended to squabble a lot, biting back with her sharp sarcasm and is own caustic wit at times, but he did still believe that she had always loved him.
Sounds like a plan. What was it about that particular sentence that caught his breath? Zuko looked at Katara much more closely. It didn't appear that she had said it without thinking; that meant that perhaps she had the idea of a future hug already in her mind. Or, more. Physical contact was one of the things that Zuko did like most about being in a relationship, and missing it was getting rather old, rather fast.
"Thank you. It's okay. We just, uh, weren't fully compatible. She's so much different then I imagined, and I'd been attracted to her when young too. Azula used to tease me about it," he admitted heavily, recalling how both his sister and Ty Lee made it a point to emphasize that attraction. "We are still friends, and still social, despite her sometimes griping about the past. So it's for the best." That also meant there was not an obstacle in their path for the forseeable future. Hmm.
When she came to be even closer to him, he felt the powerful beat of his heat escalate. Zuko's own palms felt sweaty, due to their previous touch. She had the effect of making him fully aware of their proximity, and how much he sorely wanted it to be as near as possible. Her sharp blues met his own voids, and he nearly had to look away, as there was such intensity in the gaze.
"I agree," he began, letting her know that he felt the same. "After I joined you all, my task was just to help Aang conquer firebending and defeat my father. Yet, I learned so much about all of you. If you remember, I even took little side trips with each of you in turn, and it taught me so much. With you, I just saw a side of you I'd never seen before. I have to admit, you were so fiery then," he stated, almost in a sense of awe. Zuko would never forget that mission as long as he lived - and even still, after all that, Katara had let the man who'd killed her own mother go, as he was already broken and wasted.
Zuko squeezed his hand over Katara's as she talked about him specifically. Again, he had that sense that there was a lot more unsaid here. She had missed him, of all people? He remembered how enraged she'd been when he came back, even when everyone else was quick to accept him into the fold. This was a completely different woman. He rubbed his large thumb along the back of her hand gently.
"Well, clearly we both had our own experiences that didn't pan out, even if we have a lot of love for them both still," he stated, turning so that he was facing her head-on. "I...missed you too. A lot. And after Mai was gone it made me think about you, of all people." A blush came over his face, but he didn't drop his gaze; instead, Zuko even leaned in a little closer. "It was clear to me that I, perhaps, longed to see you again. Is that too much to say? If so, I'm sorry, but I came here to be honest," he said bluntly, boldly. "You just...have that kind of pull on me, Katara. I can't describe it any other way."
Trying to calm himself and control both his mind and his own urges, Zuko took a deep breath and exhaled slow, a bit miffed that he had foolishly come out here in the formal outfit of his nation. At least he didn't have to wear that stupid hat; he really did hate it so much, more then ever when Aang took to knocking it off his head and then bolting away quickly on a ball of air right after he was crowned in front of all.
Annoying, the Aang. Sometimes at least.
Zuko had no idea what the girl was thinking at all; his own thoughts drifted to different aspects of his journey, and how his personality had shifted from the male that he used to be. His uncle, Iroh, had been the one to raise him and shape him up, not is father ironically enough, the great Firelord Ozai. That man had all but tossed him out, after scarring his face forever in that cruel Agni Kai. Weirdly, when Zuko had directly faced his father during The Day of the Black Sun, it hadn't triggered all that much in him to depart. He was done with his immediate family, and yet...he felt nothing at all, in a way. But what had made him realize how many mistakes he'd made was bowing at Iroh's feet, apologizing, letting the older mentor know that he had grown.
Coming back to the present, Zuko focused his thoughts inward to Aang, and his relationship with Katara. They had seemed so perfect for each other, hadn't they? Him and Mai tended to squabble a lot, biting back with her sharp sarcasm and is own caustic wit at times, but he did still believe that she had always loved him.
Sounds like a plan. What was it about that particular sentence that caught his breath? Zuko looked at Katara much more closely. It didn't appear that she had said it without thinking; that meant that perhaps she had the idea of a future hug already in her mind. Or, more. Physical contact was one of the things that Zuko did like most about being in a relationship, and missing it was getting rather old, rather fast.
"Thank you. It's okay. We just, uh, weren't fully compatible. She's so much different then I imagined, and I'd been attracted to her when young too. Azula used to tease me about it," he admitted heavily, recalling how both his sister and Ty Lee made it a point to emphasize that attraction. "We are still friends, and still social, despite her sometimes griping about the past. So it's for the best." That also meant there was not an obstacle in their path for the forseeable future. Hmm.
When she came to be even closer to him, he felt the powerful beat of his heat escalate. Zuko's own palms felt sweaty, due to their previous touch. She had the effect of making him fully aware of their proximity, and how much he sorely wanted it to be as near as possible. Her sharp blues met his own voids, and he nearly had to look away, as there was such intensity in the gaze.
"I agree," he began, letting her know that he felt the same. "After I joined you all, my task was just to help Aang conquer firebending and defeat my father. Yet, I learned so much about all of you. If you remember, I even took little side trips with each of you in turn, and it taught me so much. With you, I just saw a side of you I'd never seen before. I have to admit, you were so fiery then," he stated, almost in a sense of awe. Zuko would never forget that mission as long as he lived - and even still, after all that, Katara had let the man who'd killed her own mother go, as he was already broken and wasted.
Zuko squeezed his hand over Katara's as she talked about him specifically. Again, he had that sense that there was a lot more unsaid here. She had missed him, of all people? He remembered how enraged she'd been when he came back, even when everyone else was quick to accept him into the fold. This was a completely different woman. He rubbed his large thumb along the back of her hand gently.
"Well, clearly we both had our own experiences that didn't pan out, even if we have a lot of love for them both still," he stated, turning so that he was facing her head-on. "I...missed you too. A lot. And after Mai was gone it made me think about you, of all people." A blush came over his face, but he didn't drop his gaze; instead, Zuko even leaned in a little closer. "It was clear to me that I, perhaps, longed to see you again. Is that too much to say? If so, I'm sorry, but I came here to be honest," he said bluntly, boldly. "You just...have that kind of pull on me, Katara. I can't describe it any other way."
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My old RT for posterity:
-Specific Craving - Free Use Fantasy
The idea is simple - sexual activities taking place during otherwise more "normal" situations like at work, cookng, cleaning, etc. and with the girl totally being used but doesn't appear to notice or ignores the sexuality (likely due to an arrangement she already has with the male). I had a situation like this going until it was dropped so anything is fair game here if it falls into the free use category. I have some prospects for this already but am always down for more ideas as well.
If any of the prompts are taken, I am still happy to entertain pitches for them so feel free to send me what you have in mind.
Also, in case you want an alternative to my Kinks and Limits list that's easier to read, here you go; if you want to use it to tell me your own with bold, strikethrough and the like when you hit me up then that will help tremendously (and if not, of course, no worries either as we can discuss it all):
Kinks-
Domination in all forms, BDSM, spanking, dirty talk, romance, hair pulling, biting and nibbling, teasing and rubbing, grinding and secret sexual situations like under a desk; fingering, spanking, slapping, receiving oral - especially long, sloppy enthusiastic blowjobs with lots of back and forth between characters; facefucking, deepthroat, cunnilingus, teasing each part of the pussy, strict commands and control, choking, knotting, shower sex, pinning, forced or watched/mutual masturbation, kissing and foreplay, all manner of toys and instruments, whips and paddles, degradation, anal, anal training/virginity, risky sex or the threat of being caught, filming or photographing in the scene, cucking, cheating, monster and tentacles, ageplay (PLAY only; you must be 18+), non-con, dub-con, forced, cum-in-mouth and swallowing, cumplay/smearing, soft facials, bukkake, humiliation, DDlg, blackmail, corruption, breeding, creampies, light bloodplay with small cuts, etc. I mean aside from the limits, I'm down for it and am flexible to adjust. Not all of thse will apply to all RPs anyway so if you are unsure just ask.
Limits-
Scat, vore, gore, diaper play/infantilism, carrying to term/pregnancy sex, stupid or unrealistic characters, overly cutesy bullshit or a lack of competent English. Vore is more of a negotiable/maybe depending on the story.
| Spacingstuffwithspacingtext.Spacingstuffwithspacing text | π’ ππΎπΌππππ A: About me. I have a lot of experience with writing RP over many different websites over the years. My f-list is linked above; I'm pretty flexible and generally quick with responses so if there is anything that interests you, please feel free to hit me up and let me know. π’ ππΎπΌππππ B: My style. I am dominant; I do not sub, but I will play on equal footing or perhaps switch. Aside from the listed plots, I'm willing to discuss/explore many different options. I like all genres, from fantasy to modern and everything in between. I tend to write as much or as little as my partner and all I ask is for about three good paragraphs; the more the merrier though. Anything to get my creative juices flowing. ; ) Any questions you have, just ask. | Spacingstuffwithspacingtext.Spacingstuffwithspacing text |
Bounce, Baby, Bounce βΌ {Hardcore & Heavy Eroticism} YC has to deal with a new neighbor who's moved in - and he's definitely got his eye on her, even from afar. Especially when she's sunbathing in and around her pool, he's more than willing to hop over and grab a chat. She's intrigued and also uses any excuse to get closer to the male, to the point that soon she's curious to see what his own home looks like and dip in his jacuzzi, which she doesn't have. | 
YC keeps constantly messing with all sorts of different formulas, both in the classroom and after hours, since MC has given her access. While she's desperately trying to complete her research project, she also keeps having curious fantasies about a potion that enhances both sexual drive and pleasure. One night when she feels she's had a breakthrough, she invites MC over to test out the formula surreptitiously. Turns out it works much better than she could have ever expected. | 
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Lots Of Practice βΌ {Inexperienced & Curious} YC fucks herself every single night. The minute she crawls into her single dorm right there at the college, she's got a dildo inside of her and rides it hard. But she's not had a ton of previous encounters in the realm of sex and the toys aren't nearly enough. Wondering what she might be missing, she asks MC to help, and well of course he's free to do so. He does, building up different acts until soon she's become a cock-craving maniac beholden to him. |
YC(s) are all older women, very much married and with kids possibly, secure in their status as housewives of whatever big city they live in. Happy to spend the cash and make it rain, they all encounter MC, a pool boy who is eager to attend to their every need. Pretty soon they are all together with him, giving in to all the incredible fantasies that their husbands no longer bother with, and he's all too ready to give them exactly what they crave. | 
YC always listens to her Daddy...but she has a bit of a naughty spark as well and her eyes have wandered toward his friends. Every tuesday her father hosts a card game, poker, for his buddies and she's around serving drinks and sometimes flirting, or getting groped/felt up with permission given. Daddy isn't the best card player, so one night when he's losing badly he starts to offer up YC's clothes, and then much more, to his friends. They can't say no. (taken) | 
Suck It, Slut βΌ {Oral & School} YC is a good girl, hard worker in class and busts her butt to keep her grades high. But her real passion is for one thing and one thing only - her boyfriend's big dick in her pretty mouth. She has an oral fixation and is very much greedy with it, dropping to her knees in and around campus or even blowing him outside. MC, her beau, has no cause for complaint certainly - the only trick is balancing out her lust with the rules of the school. | 
YC has never really been much of a fan of black guys. While not exactly racist (or she could be if you like), she doesn't buy into all the myths about their huge dicks or what they can really do when with a woman and putting their sculpted bodies to full use. MC is eager to show her what she's been missing - down her throat, in her pussy and anally. Once she gets an education, you can bet she's never going back. |
-Specific Craving - Free Use Fantasy
The idea is simple - sexual activities taking place during otherwise more "normal" situations like at work, cookng, cleaning, etc. and with the girl totally being used but doesn't appear to notice or ignores the sexuality (likely due to an arrangement she already has with the male). I had a situation like this going until it was dropped so anything is fair game here if it falls into the free use category. I have some prospects for this already but am always down for more ideas as well.
If any of the prompts are taken, I am still happy to entertain pitches for them so feel free to send me what you have in mind.
Also, in case you want an alternative to my Kinks and Limits list that's easier to read, here you go; if you want to use it to tell me your own with bold, strikethrough and the like when you hit me up then that will help tremendously (and if not, of course, no worries either as we can discuss it all):
Kinks-
Domination in all forms, BDSM, spanking, dirty talk, romance, hair pulling, biting and nibbling, teasing and rubbing, grinding and secret sexual situations like under a desk; fingering, spanking, slapping, receiving oral - especially long, sloppy enthusiastic blowjobs with lots of back and forth between characters; facefucking, deepthroat, cunnilingus, teasing each part of the pussy, strict commands and control, choking, knotting, shower sex, pinning, forced or watched/mutual masturbation, kissing and foreplay, all manner of toys and instruments, whips and paddles, degradation, anal, anal training/virginity, risky sex or the threat of being caught, filming or photographing in the scene, cucking, cheating, monster and tentacles, ageplay (PLAY only; you must be 18+), non-con, dub-con, forced, cum-in-mouth and swallowing, cumplay/smearing, soft facials, bukkake, humiliation, DDlg, blackmail, corruption, breeding, creampies, light bloodplay with small cuts, etc. I mean aside from the limits, I'm down for it and am flexible to adjust. Not all of thse will apply to all RPs anyway so if you are unsure just ask.
Limits-
Scat, vore, gore, diaper play/infantilism, carrying to term/pregnancy sex, stupid or unrealistic characters, overly cutesy bullshit or a lack of competent English. Vore is more of a negotiable/maybe depending on the story.
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Sora realized pretty quickly in the proceedings that this was going to be a bit of a chore.
It wasn't like he didn't know that Ariel didn't exactly have the full scope of any given situation when it came to earthly delights, nor was he unaware that she had wanted to be human for so, so long that all she could really think about was striding along those brand new, shiny legs that he was going to grant to her. However, the actual cost of said trade clearly had gone a bit over her head and so he was a tad unsure about just how to best proceed. Of course, there was every chance in the world that he'd simply go ahead with the spell regardless and then prompt her further, but then again, he didn't know if she would even accept it. Sora wasn't a bad person, not at all, but he did surely want to get it on with the attractive princess - it was why he'd made the trip.
Her gaining her feet once more and being able to walk about was mrely the fulcrum upon which he would make it all happen.
He'd given her a message in a bottle - literally - to get her to come up, and thought that it might be a fairly smooth experience, all things together. Foolish, really, for the male to assume so much; she had not a single clue about what it was going to take in order for him to produce the spell that promised to change her life. He had learned of the girl in his travels but they'd not met before, so he had to back up when she expressed her pure, innocent surprise that he was, in fact, a human himself.
"Ah, yes, so sorry - we've never met," he said out loud, both to remind her and him of that very significant fact. "I'm Sora. I possess a Keyblade, that can open Keyholes into different worlds," he explained politely, hoping against hope that she wouldn't start pressing him on it. "I am well aware of you, Ariel, and your desires, as well as who you are. I'd say I'm even humbled to be in your presence," he added, flashing her a bright, winning smile.
Then, it came to him elaborating more on the dynamics of his particular plan, and he became slightly nervous at the prospect. Clearly, he had been correct; she'd not done that before, not with anyone, and it was going to be a hell of an experience.
God forbid she used her teeth...ugh. Even the thought made Sora wince.
"So yes, as you say, you want to be a part of our world," he repeated back to her, thinking that it would make a rather nice song, come to think of it. "And you'll do your best...but I don't think you understand what I mean. Do you...know what a man possesses between his own legs?" That was the critical point, to get her to comprehend exactly what he was leading toward.
"I happen to have a...cock there. A male member, a sexual organ," he told her, again praying that she didn't want to just see it right then and there - he would do so, if she asked, but he strongly wanted her not to ask. "That, I'd say, is the oral pleasure that I'm referring to - placing my cock into your mouth, and having you suck on it." Silence feel after those words for a bit as he allowed her to process this information.
"An inn is a bit of a private hideaway, where humans can get a room, for...further interactions," he clarified for her simply. Sora wasn't even planning on getting into it all that much but this was one of those things he felt he had to get right, or it would be a waste. "Once we are there then...I'll be able to place my cock inside of you. For you aren't just going to get legs, you'll get a nice, tight pussy too." It was like he was speaking to a toddler, but he just had to be sure; it was definitely his style.
"So that is what is what I'm asking from you, in exchange for casting the spell," he finished calmly, even though his heart started beating a bit swifter. "I'll give you the legs that you want - and a nice, clean pussy to go along with them - in exchange for that trade. I can transform you, covering you up with my own frame so you can quickly change into this skirt," he said as he lifted it up for her to inspect, "and this top as well should you feel you need it," he went on, again showing her the second garment as well. "And then we can go around behind that...err, warehouse over there, which is where things are collected and stored for human use, rather like your own personal collection, so I'm led to believe. And then you can...suck my cock."
He could not have been more blunt if he tried, but Sora didn't want her to be with him under false pretenses, so this was the best way to go about it.
"That, then, is what I propose," he finally stated, looking at her square in her glimmering eyes. "All you have to do is agree and those legs are all yours."
It wasn't like he didn't know that Ariel didn't exactly have the full scope of any given situation when it came to earthly delights, nor was he unaware that she had wanted to be human for so, so long that all she could really think about was striding along those brand new, shiny legs that he was going to grant to her. However, the actual cost of said trade clearly had gone a bit over her head and so he was a tad unsure about just how to best proceed. Of course, there was every chance in the world that he'd simply go ahead with the spell regardless and then prompt her further, but then again, he didn't know if she would even accept it. Sora wasn't a bad person, not at all, but he did surely want to get it on with the attractive princess - it was why he'd made the trip.
Her gaining her feet once more and being able to walk about was mrely the fulcrum upon which he would make it all happen.
He'd given her a message in a bottle - literally - to get her to come up, and thought that it might be a fairly smooth experience, all things together. Foolish, really, for the male to assume so much; she had not a single clue about what it was going to take in order for him to produce the spell that promised to change her life. He had learned of the girl in his travels but they'd not met before, so he had to back up when she expressed her pure, innocent surprise that he was, in fact, a human himself.
"Ah, yes, so sorry - we've never met," he said out loud, both to remind her and him of that very significant fact. "I'm Sora. I possess a Keyblade, that can open Keyholes into different worlds," he explained politely, hoping against hope that she wouldn't start pressing him on it. "I am well aware of you, Ariel, and your desires, as well as who you are. I'd say I'm even humbled to be in your presence," he added, flashing her a bright, winning smile.
Then, it came to him elaborating more on the dynamics of his particular plan, and he became slightly nervous at the prospect. Clearly, he had been correct; she'd not done that before, not with anyone, and it was going to be a hell of an experience.
God forbid she used her teeth...ugh. Even the thought made Sora wince.
"So yes, as you say, you want to be a part of our world," he repeated back to her, thinking that it would make a rather nice song, come to think of it. "And you'll do your best...but I don't think you understand what I mean. Do you...know what a man possesses between his own legs?" That was the critical point, to get her to comprehend exactly what he was leading toward.
"I happen to have a...cock there. A male member, a sexual organ," he told her, again praying that she didn't want to just see it right then and there - he would do so, if she asked, but he strongly wanted her not to ask. "That, I'd say, is the oral pleasure that I'm referring to - placing my cock into your mouth, and having you suck on it." Silence feel after those words for a bit as he allowed her to process this information.
"An inn is a bit of a private hideaway, where humans can get a room, for...further interactions," he clarified for her simply. Sora wasn't even planning on getting into it all that much but this was one of those things he felt he had to get right, or it would be a waste. "Once we are there then...I'll be able to place my cock inside of you. For you aren't just going to get legs, you'll get a nice, tight pussy too." It was like he was speaking to a toddler, but he just had to be sure; it was definitely his style.
"So that is what is what I'm asking from you, in exchange for casting the spell," he finished calmly, even though his heart started beating a bit swifter. "I'll give you the legs that you want - and a nice, clean pussy to go along with them - in exchange for that trade. I can transform you, covering you up with my own frame so you can quickly change into this skirt," he said as he lifted it up for her to inspect, "and this top as well should you feel you need it," he went on, again showing her the second garment as well. "And then we can go around behind that...err, warehouse over there, which is where things are collected and stored for human use, rather like your own personal collection, so I'm led to believe. And then you can...suck my cock."
He could not have been more blunt if he tried, but Sora didn't want her to be with him under false pretenses, so this was the best way to go about it.
"That, then, is what I propose," he finally stated, looking at her square in her glimmering eyes. "All you have to do is agree and those legs are all yours."
The chemisty between the two of them was frankly electric, as far as Nick was concerned. Had he ever felt this way about anyone wrapped in a case before? Definitely, he couldn't say yes to that thought. However, that didn't mean that he wasn't sorely tempted. Those hands were ever active, and very much traveled all over the girl's thighs, such that he could absolutely feel her pressed up against his own skin. Fuck. It didn't help at all that she even played into it all, leaning back as if begging for him to touch her further, to actually reached for whatever slim panties she had on and tear them down, then begin railing her right here. Why was he responding like this? Nicholas, positioned exactly to do whatever it was that he wanted to do, seriously had to think and consider about the possibilities of the two of them. He wasn't seeing anyone, rarely bothered to go out on dates, and generally kept to himself, entirely focused on work. This, though, was far different.
He had to know. He had to find out. She went into a bit of a trance-like state there for a spell, and he truly did see that she was able to make predictions, as one seemed to come to her in that very moment. There was nothing to use his own ability on, so he didn't bother to try; still, though, the male was painfully aware that he was being almost x-rayed, and wondered a bit just what it was that she was seeing. It didn't much matter though, as he'd made up his mind about the situation and decided that he was going to take the bold step of asking Vivienne to come along with him back to his place tonight. Chances are she'd reject it, but he simply had to find out whether his erotic feelings for her were genuine and true.
It took every bit of strength in the world that he possibly possessed in order to be able to step away from her. Every single fiber of his being wanted nothing more then for them to make love as ssoon as humanly possible, but those hands of his were far too dangerous. Her breaths came out as ragged, and his were equally shaky, huffing and puffing out like he'd just run a damn marathon. She noticed his hands and he couldn't quite put them away in time - I really need that cigarette, badly, his mind told him, and he just had to agree with that assessment - but otherwise he stayed as calm as he could manage. Focus. That's what it would take in order to get through, and his instincts as a cop told him that he was about to get the full story from Viv's pretty lips. So it was that he found the right amount of self-control and go back around to the other side, prepared to take down his notes, not even needing his notebook any longer.
Even though he did catch a glimpse of her erect nipples, he tried to instead pay attention to what he said. Slowly, the details came out, exactly what she'd been able to witness. It was a harrowing recollection and he listened with bated breath, taking great care on all of the key points of the tale. It had been the girl's birthday and she had three others, their descriptions given - those he'd have to look into, though there wasn't really any need after this. He also got the sense of Viv's pride coming through; she was no fool and did what she did simply because it was likely the best option. Fair enough; he had, then, been way too harsh in judging her before. She was right; far too many people didn't want the truth. Life as a cop had taught Nick that much. When she came to describing what she'd seen next, he paid close attention. An alley, yes; that was where they'd found the body, and now it was clear how Rachel had ended up there. Only the golden eyes came through once more, as the critical description. Fuck, he'd hoped for more. She wrapped up her tale with a note of true bitterness in her voice, which he could appreciate; she blamed herself. There was no need, though; it had NOT been her responsibility, and he wanted to make that abundantly clear.
"Hey, don't talk like that. How were you supposed to do that, force them down and tie them up? Of course they were all freaked out and whether she was going to listen or not wasn't your call; you only told what you'd seen. That's a hell of a gift, by the way," he told her, smiling, flashing out the compliment. Noticing the whiskey glass empty, an idea came to him, and he stood up, looking outside the club; it was nearly empty with only a few stragglers currently, and no one had interrupted them while he'd been in there.
"Thank you. Really. That's more than enough, and what I wanted," he said to her kindly, turning back around, hands in his pockets, feeling much looser then before. "You know, if you're a whiskey gal, I got a bottle of Old Forester, Bottled-in-Bond, a great one, back at my place. Pretty sure the carriages are going to stop running soon...if you'd like, I'd be happy to treat you as a way of thanks. You've told me plenty; it's the least I could do," he said to her, flashing a winning smile. "What do you say, hmm?"
He had to know. He had to find out. She went into a bit of a trance-like state there for a spell, and he truly did see that she was able to make predictions, as one seemed to come to her in that very moment. There was nothing to use his own ability on, so he didn't bother to try; still, though, the male was painfully aware that he was being almost x-rayed, and wondered a bit just what it was that she was seeing. It didn't much matter though, as he'd made up his mind about the situation and decided that he was going to take the bold step of asking Vivienne to come along with him back to his place tonight. Chances are she'd reject it, but he simply had to find out whether his erotic feelings for her were genuine and true.
It took every bit of strength in the world that he possibly possessed in order to be able to step away from her. Every single fiber of his being wanted nothing more then for them to make love as ssoon as humanly possible, but those hands of his were far too dangerous. Her breaths came out as ragged, and his were equally shaky, huffing and puffing out like he'd just run a damn marathon. She noticed his hands and he couldn't quite put them away in time - I really need that cigarette, badly, his mind told him, and he just had to agree with that assessment - but otherwise he stayed as calm as he could manage. Focus. That's what it would take in order to get through, and his instincts as a cop told him that he was about to get the full story from Viv's pretty lips. So it was that he found the right amount of self-control and go back around to the other side, prepared to take down his notes, not even needing his notebook any longer.
Even though he did catch a glimpse of her erect nipples, he tried to instead pay attention to what he said. Slowly, the details came out, exactly what she'd been able to witness. It was a harrowing recollection and he listened with bated breath, taking great care on all of the key points of the tale. It had been the girl's birthday and she had three others, their descriptions given - those he'd have to look into, though there wasn't really any need after this. He also got the sense of Viv's pride coming through; she was no fool and did what she did simply because it was likely the best option. Fair enough; he had, then, been way too harsh in judging her before. She was right; far too many people didn't want the truth. Life as a cop had taught Nick that much. When she came to describing what she'd seen next, he paid close attention. An alley, yes; that was where they'd found the body, and now it was clear how Rachel had ended up there. Only the golden eyes came through once more, as the critical description. Fuck, he'd hoped for more. She wrapped up her tale with a note of true bitterness in her voice, which he could appreciate; she blamed herself. There was no need, though; it had NOT been her responsibility, and he wanted to make that abundantly clear.
"Hey, don't talk like that. How were you supposed to do that, force them down and tie them up? Of course they were all freaked out and whether she was going to listen or not wasn't your call; you only told what you'd seen. That's a hell of a gift, by the way," he told her, smiling, flashing out the compliment. Noticing the whiskey glass empty, an idea came to him, and he stood up, looking outside the club; it was nearly empty with only a few stragglers currently, and no one had interrupted them while he'd been in there.
"Thank you. Really. That's more than enough, and what I wanted," he said to her kindly, turning back around, hands in his pockets, feeling much looser then before. "You know, if you're a whiskey gal, I got a bottle of Old Forester, Bottled-in-Bond, a great one, back at my place. Pretty sure the carriages are going to stop running soon...if you'd like, I'd be happy to treat you as a way of thanks. You've told me plenty; it's the least I could do," he said to her, flashing a winning smile. "What do you say, hmm?"
Marcus had not decided on this particular agreeement that he'd made with Sharon arbitrarily, oh no; in fact, it had taken some time for him to even muster up the courage to present it to the person that he was interviewing for the position of his personal assisstant, once that had opened up. She was the third girl that he'd looked at; the first two weren't quite up to snuff, in terms of their previous experience nor their education. Once she had been in front of him, only then did he finally say those critcial words that he had longed to say for a while; thankfully, she had agreed almost immediately.
Why she'd done so, he wasn't exactly sure, nor was it something to think about while she had his cock down her throat like this, making it extremely hard for him to have any additional thoughts except for finishing. She had proven to be quite adept at being servile, and appeasing him in all the ways that he could possibly need. It was no surprise that he had therefore developed some level of feelings for her. That was only natural; at the same time, business always came first and she knew that full well.
This was why they got along so perfectly; they both understood the exact nature of what he'd asked of her.
Everytime that she shot him one of those smoldering looks from her pretty eyes, fully while slobbering along his massive shaft, he was thrilled by it, so much so that his noises got even more loud, vociferous with his thanks for her terrific ability to keep him fully occupied. Each day tended to start of this way, with the two of them going over the most important matters of the day and then him relaxing while she sucked him off.
He got the sense that she was going to give him even more aggressive head before he took control of the situation and began to really pound down, even forgetting for a moment that she had no gag reflex to speak of, or that he'd been the one to eviscerate that completely. The retching sounds of her choking, therefore, didn't quite come into play; still, it didn't matter, as he felt the sensation definitively either way, and that was the key point.
The male went and gave it to her good, really working hard to stuff as much of his large dick as he could into the very deepest parts of her tight throat. She still maintained eye contact with him, which he was eternally grateful for; the blonde had the prettiest gazes no matter what he did to her, and he was a big fan. There were times he had even considered asking her out, though there was no need really; she already gave him everything she had, whenever he wanted it.
That was true at this moment as well, as he gave her the time to decide where she wanted him to end his morning blowjob and he let her answer, also allowing her to get some much-needed oxygen back into her lungs. Once she'd made her decision, he nodded, a tacit way of showing that he was fine with that, before slipping his fat cock back into her opened maw and fucking her face fervently, doing his best to make sure that he wasn't going to spill a drop. "Marketing, Astra, and Blackrock," he huffed out, sweat dripping out from his brow, feeling the heat while he kept on slamming as much of his meaty shaft into her as he could. "Got it. 45 minutes for Diana...f-fuck, I'm cumming, oh god," he interrupted himself, feeling the first flow of his seed trickling out. As he looked right at her fiercely, Marcus allowed all of his cum to sidle out from his tip and land onto her tongue, holding her down and allowing all of his semen to trickle down, not letting up until there wasn't a drop left. Only then did he finally let go.
"Whew. Fuck if you aren't getting better,' the male complimented, watching her closely. "I'll make sure Diana and the Astra CEO are dealt with effectively. You can go ahead and swallow, and then you're free to go," he said, allowing himself to recline, hand on his big dick, stroking slowly in order to recover.
Why she'd done so, he wasn't exactly sure, nor was it something to think about while she had his cock down her throat like this, making it extremely hard for him to have any additional thoughts except for finishing. She had proven to be quite adept at being servile, and appeasing him in all the ways that he could possibly need. It was no surprise that he had therefore developed some level of feelings for her. That was only natural; at the same time, business always came first and she knew that full well.
This was why they got along so perfectly; they both understood the exact nature of what he'd asked of her.
Everytime that she shot him one of those smoldering looks from her pretty eyes, fully while slobbering along his massive shaft, he was thrilled by it, so much so that his noises got even more loud, vociferous with his thanks for her terrific ability to keep him fully occupied. Each day tended to start of this way, with the two of them going over the most important matters of the day and then him relaxing while she sucked him off.
He got the sense that she was going to give him even more aggressive head before he took control of the situation and began to really pound down, even forgetting for a moment that she had no gag reflex to speak of, or that he'd been the one to eviscerate that completely. The retching sounds of her choking, therefore, didn't quite come into play; still, it didn't matter, as he felt the sensation definitively either way, and that was the key point.
The male went and gave it to her good, really working hard to stuff as much of his large dick as he could into the very deepest parts of her tight throat. She still maintained eye contact with him, which he was eternally grateful for; the blonde had the prettiest gazes no matter what he did to her, and he was a big fan. There were times he had even considered asking her out, though there was no need really; she already gave him everything she had, whenever he wanted it.
That was true at this moment as well, as he gave her the time to decide where she wanted him to end his morning blowjob and he let her answer, also allowing her to get some much-needed oxygen back into her lungs. Once she'd made her decision, he nodded, a tacit way of showing that he was fine with that, before slipping his fat cock back into her opened maw and fucking her face fervently, doing his best to make sure that he wasn't going to spill a drop. "Marketing, Astra, and Blackrock," he huffed out, sweat dripping out from his brow, feeling the heat while he kept on slamming as much of his meaty shaft into her as he could. "Got it. 45 minutes for Diana...f-fuck, I'm cumming, oh god," he interrupted himself, feeling the first flow of his seed trickling out. As he looked right at her fiercely, Marcus allowed all of his cum to sidle out from his tip and land onto her tongue, holding her down and allowing all of his semen to trickle down, not letting up until there wasn't a drop left. Only then did he finally let go.
"Whew. Fuck if you aren't getting better,' the male complimented, watching her closely. "I'll make sure Diana and the Astra CEO are dealt with effectively. You can go ahead and swallow, and then you're free to go," he said, allowing himself to recline, hand on his big dick, stroking slowly in order to recover.
For as long as he could remember, Kenji had a rather big crush on Camellia Winters. How they met, since he was a fair bit older, wasn't anything special; she used to be around in the neighborhood where he had grown up, and so they were at least on passing terms if not exactly friendly with each other. Kenji had been fairly active when he was a kid, running a band out of his garage, going on bike rides throughout the neighborhood, hanging out in the skate park, generally being available and well-known in all facets when it came to his personality. He was the outgoing type, fairly typically so, nothing at all special there. Then, he'd gone to college, made his way up the ranks, graduated and came back, currently staying at home while working and saving up for his own place.
Only, he always had thoughts about Camellia, or Cammie as she was known. Always. She was just so damn cute, especially with those gorgeous eyes that seemed to peer into one's soul. The flaming pink hair also did wonders to frame her face and those pretty lips, mmm, they made him think all sorts of things about what he'd like to do with his own pressed up against hers, or perhaps see himself sliding between them, while she looked up at him, surprised even, finding his thick, fat cock working through. Every single idea that he could think of in this manner had weighed in his mind, and he'd always thought of it like some sort of fantasy, a power play that he'd so love to enact - yet never in his wildest dreams did he think he would ever in his life get a single chance to do anything with her. The age gap was large enough, and well, he didn't see her all that much.
That had changed when his father started seeing her mother, however.
At first, when he'd learned that they were dating, Kenji began to think even more about the possibilites as far as it went with Cammie, suddenly being all open to him. And, lo and behold, the pair of their parents hit it off so well that soon they were hitched. Wedding bells in the air, and suddenly, the girl that had only been in his dreams was now fully in the reality of his domain - as his stepsister, no less. He just had to have her. He wanted her so, so badly, and yet, throughout the first few weeks of his new life with her present, he didn't find a way to cross the bridge and make the divide work for him. She was not at all rude or anything of the sort, and welcomed the male with fairly open arms, but still...it wasn't enough, not nearly so.
Then, when he thought all chances with her were gone, he was ready to give up. However, his parents changed all that - his new stepmother wanting a vacation and his dad willing and ready for it. So the two of them were set to travel for a few weeks, and Kenji couldn't have been more excited. He was going to make Cammie his, no matter what. Whether she wanted him or not. Perhaps he'd do it slowly, but that all depending on her and what she was like; he had yet to really explore that dynamic in depth, but he sure was willing to do so. Very, very firmly if it came down to it. so far, they'd been alone for a day or two, without much incident or cause for concern on his part, though he did shoot her fervent looks every so often, as if to make sure that his target was still extremely active.
Which it was.
Currently, they lived in one of the stunning penthouses that were on the block, due to his father being a successful day trader; they even had a pool extending out on their deck and everything, which was so perfect. He worked at home, doing stock trading online, and was getting good at it too; that meant that there was plenty of chance for him to interact with Cammie throughout the day, and at the moment she was sitting across one of the chairs in the main foyer, reading a book from what he could tell. Kenji, dressed in his usual pull-up red Avengers hoodie and some loose Levi's, walked up to her, brushing his black hair back across his forehead. "So, what you reading there, champ?" He loved to call her that, whenever he could. "Anything interesting? And any plans for the day?"
Based on that bit of informaiton, then, he'd make his plans - that is, if he didn't just act on them now. It was so hard to control himself, in all honesty.
Only, he always had thoughts about Camellia, or Cammie as she was known. Always. She was just so damn cute, especially with those gorgeous eyes that seemed to peer into one's soul. The flaming pink hair also did wonders to frame her face and those pretty lips, mmm, they made him think all sorts of things about what he'd like to do with his own pressed up against hers, or perhaps see himself sliding between them, while she looked up at him, surprised even, finding his thick, fat cock working through. Every single idea that he could think of in this manner had weighed in his mind, and he'd always thought of it like some sort of fantasy, a power play that he'd so love to enact - yet never in his wildest dreams did he think he would ever in his life get a single chance to do anything with her. The age gap was large enough, and well, he didn't see her all that much.
That had changed when his father started seeing her mother, however.
At first, when he'd learned that they were dating, Kenji began to think even more about the possibilites as far as it went with Cammie, suddenly being all open to him. And, lo and behold, the pair of their parents hit it off so well that soon they were hitched. Wedding bells in the air, and suddenly, the girl that had only been in his dreams was now fully in the reality of his domain - as his stepsister, no less. He just had to have her. He wanted her so, so badly, and yet, throughout the first few weeks of his new life with her present, he didn't find a way to cross the bridge and make the divide work for him. She was not at all rude or anything of the sort, and welcomed the male with fairly open arms, but still...it wasn't enough, not nearly so.
Then, when he thought all chances with her were gone, he was ready to give up. However, his parents changed all that - his new stepmother wanting a vacation and his dad willing and ready for it. So the two of them were set to travel for a few weeks, and Kenji couldn't have been more excited. He was going to make Cammie his, no matter what. Whether she wanted him or not. Perhaps he'd do it slowly, but that all depending on her and what she was like; he had yet to really explore that dynamic in depth, but he sure was willing to do so. Very, very firmly if it came down to it. so far, they'd been alone for a day or two, without much incident or cause for concern on his part, though he did shoot her fervent looks every so often, as if to make sure that his target was still extremely active.
Which it was.
Currently, they lived in one of the stunning penthouses that were on the block, due to his father being a successful day trader; they even had a pool extending out on their deck and everything, which was so perfect. He worked at home, doing stock trading online, and was getting good at it too; that meant that there was plenty of chance for him to interact with Cammie throughout the day, and at the moment she was sitting across one of the chairs in the main foyer, reading a book from what he could tell. Kenji, dressed in his usual pull-up red Avengers hoodie and some loose Levi's, walked up to her, brushing his black hair back across his forehead. "So, what you reading there, champ?" He loved to call her that, whenever he could. "Anything interesting? And any plans for the day?"
Based on that bit of informaiton, then, he'd make his plans - that is, if he didn't just act on them now. It was so hard to control himself, in all honesty.
Many, many moons ago, there was a demon king named Aphodel who had come to build up a fiece reputation as a destroyer of worlds. On his specific plane of existence, called Abraxas, he had ruled with an iron fist, and also tended to violently smite out those that were in his path. Never had anyone been able to stand before his fearsome might, and he had conquered millions over the course of his impossibly long existence, tearing many of his opponents limb-from-limb, raping the women who were taken as a prize, watching them continued to get mercilessly and ruthlessly fucked while he laughed, and otherwise leading such a life that he imagined would never at all end, at least not in any manner that he could imagine.
Then, he met Meona.
Oh, he had been SO entranced with her from the start. She had flaming locks of the brightest red hair; he loved pulling on it while he pounded her slick cunt ruthlessly from the back. She whispered words of the fiercest passion to him, dirty and deceitful, such that he was unable to resist her advances at any given point, turning to putty in his hands. A very powerful sorceress, she too had started off merely a wench wom from from one of the battlefields that he had rampaged, rising from the ranks to command armies herself, aided and abetted by Aphodel himself. It was a glorious relationship.
At least, that was what he had thought to be the truth.
It turned out that, in all actuality, the woman had designs of her own, ones that she didn't bother to impart to her demonic lover whatsoever. She'd just finished decimating all of the Baleful Riverbank, her warriors smashing the opposing army to pieces, when she chose to strike. Aphodel had been out there leading the battle, the supreme commander in charge of his men and women, with her by his side. Yet, that had left him tired, wary, and perhaps not exactly up to par; quite different from what he was normally like. It was at that very moment that she conjured up a spell which wrapped him up in coils of vivid cerulean smoke, tightly, and transported him to the highest tower in Abraxas, in which he became trapped, ensconced, never to return.
What had become of Meona? He didn't know, but his own smoldering rage had built up such that he spent god-knows-how-long utterly furious with the erstwhile femme, roaring in deep pain as he was routinely subjected to the most horrendous forms of torture - burns all over his body, spiking acid drenching him again and again, deep drowning in pools of rich, crimson blood that he couldn't hope to escape from, and more; all of it, he suffered truly and terribly. The enormous pain was so much to bear that he even passed out, many times, but never died fully and completely like he sorely wished to do.
When finally he'd given up all hope, then, resigned to his fate, a funny thing happened - fate, it seemed, had different plans, and once again turned the wheel on the demon lord's unnaturally long life.
Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled inward, as if the very strings of the universe were coiling around him. That pull turned into a yanking wave that sent him flying, through time and space; he knew not where. As he might have thought, he was entirely under the spell of being summoned, back to...what? A whoosh of air flowed through him and then he was sucked through, a portal opening up in front of him, such that he landed with an unceremonious plot on whatever ground rested in front of him. Cold, hard, seemingly like wood - just where the hell was he? Head spinning, mind whirring, all he caught was the hint of red hair in his bleary but fierly eyes. Meona. Fucking Meona! She'd done it, she'd brought him here.
Roaring out, he once again tried to get up and rush her, stumbling as he was still fairly disoriented and unable to even clearly see - that, however, would be resolved in due time, sooner rather than later. "MEONA! Come here woman, so I can tear you apart with my bare hands!"
Then, he met Meona.
Oh, he had been SO entranced with her from the start. She had flaming locks of the brightest red hair; he loved pulling on it while he pounded her slick cunt ruthlessly from the back. She whispered words of the fiercest passion to him, dirty and deceitful, such that he was unable to resist her advances at any given point, turning to putty in his hands. A very powerful sorceress, she too had started off merely a wench wom from from one of the battlefields that he had rampaged, rising from the ranks to command armies herself, aided and abetted by Aphodel himself. It was a glorious relationship.
At least, that was what he had thought to be the truth.
It turned out that, in all actuality, the woman had designs of her own, ones that she didn't bother to impart to her demonic lover whatsoever. She'd just finished decimating all of the Baleful Riverbank, her warriors smashing the opposing army to pieces, when she chose to strike. Aphodel had been out there leading the battle, the supreme commander in charge of his men and women, with her by his side. Yet, that had left him tired, wary, and perhaps not exactly up to par; quite different from what he was normally like. It was at that very moment that she conjured up a spell which wrapped him up in coils of vivid cerulean smoke, tightly, and transported him to the highest tower in Abraxas, in which he became trapped, ensconced, never to return.
What had become of Meona? He didn't know, but his own smoldering rage had built up such that he spent god-knows-how-long utterly furious with the erstwhile femme, roaring in deep pain as he was routinely subjected to the most horrendous forms of torture - burns all over his body, spiking acid drenching him again and again, deep drowning in pools of rich, crimson blood that he couldn't hope to escape from, and more; all of it, he suffered truly and terribly. The enormous pain was so much to bear that he even passed out, many times, but never died fully and completely like he sorely wished to do.
When finally he'd given up all hope, then, resigned to his fate, a funny thing happened - fate, it seemed, had different plans, and once again turned the wheel on the demon lord's unnaturally long life.
Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled inward, as if the very strings of the universe were coiling around him. That pull turned into a yanking wave that sent him flying, through time and space; he knew not where. As he might have thought, he was entirely under the spell of being summoned, back to...what? A whoosh of air flowed through him and then he was sucked through, a portal opening up in front of him, such that he landed with an unceremonious plot on whatever ground rested in front of him. Cold, hard, seemingly like wood - just where the hell was he? Head spinning, mind whirring, all he caught was the hint of red hair in his bleary but fierly eyes. Meona. Fucking Meona! She'd done it, she'd brought him here.
Roaring out, he once again tried to get up and rush her, stumbling as he was still fairly disoriented and unable to even clearly see - that, however, would be resolved in due time, sooner rather than later. "MEONA! Come here woman, so I can tear you apart with my bare hands!"
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Hey kids, got some...samples here in my pocket for y'all, if you want them...
Perhaps being fully aware of the circumstances inherent in having her come work for him made Amir a bit more open-ended in terms of what he would and would not do. No, he definitely didn't need to do this at all, and perhaps would have held back from doing so, except that she had gone and explictly told him exactly what she had trouble with, even the previous evening. Amir recalled her body clearly in the throes of passion with his, her ass all but slamming back in order to move with him, but she hadn't quite gotten the release that she so sorely needed.
Well, he had plans to change all of that, if he could, and this morning he also had the time to do so; they were still at work, naturally, so he had to balance his own desires with the imminent demands of the office.
Still, this morning left him a fair bit of space in which to work, and he chose to use it on her, as willfully as possible. First, he just inhaled her scent, the fresh dripping cunt in front of him resting as if it was going to be his last meal. Then, his tongue lazily darted all around those pussy lips before he settled on a steady rhythm of flecks and flickers, up and down, patiently bathing her entirely in spit. At the same time, Amir used his large, thick index finger to slide into her tight cunt, stretching her apart even more, and then took his tongue to deviously lick up the space between his large digit and her slit sloppily, constantly activating and hopefully arousing her further.
While he was no expert, the man had eaten his fair share of pussy over the years, and this one was just delightful to him, such that he found himself craving the very exquisite taste of the gal fully.
Well, he had plans to change all of that, if he could, and this morning he also had the time to do so; they were still at work, naturally, so he had to balance his own desires with the imminent demands of the office.
Still, this morning left him a fair bit of space in which to work, and he chose to use it on her, as willfully as possible. First, he just inhaled her scent, the fresh dripping cunt in front of him resting as if it was going to be his last meal. Then, his tongue lazily darted all around those pussy lips before he settled on a steady rhythm of flecks and flickers, up and down, patiently bathing her entirely in spit. At the same time, Amir used his large, thick index finger to slide into her tight cunt, stretching her apart even more, and then took his tongue to deviously lick up the space between his large digit and her slit sloppily, constantly activating and hopefully arousing her further.
While he was no expert, the man had eaten his fair share of pussy over the years, and this one was just delightful to him, such that he found himself craving the very exquisite taste of the gal fully.
Shrugging, he said nothing to her prouncement whatsoever; nor could he, really, as it had been her parents that had brought the girl to him for 'saving'.
However, despite that fact, he did hope that she'd realize that the male had his own opinions on the matter, even if that wasn't exactly evident now. Gigi might have thought him a lost cause, but that wasn't at all the case. In fact, quite the opposite, really; he wanted to protect her, not denigrate her further.
"I promise you, that's not true. Your parents are their own people, and wanted me to help, that's all. But I am not beholden to their wishes," he pointed out. Whether that would take at all, he didn't know though.
Privately, he decided that he was going to have to investigate both Erik and Cathleen more, in order to make his own determinatons about them both.
"Alright, fine by me," he said softly, attempting to mollify her a little bit by dutifully shifting from the topic of her folks to matters entirely different. Even if they wouldn't discuss her parents, then, there were still plenty of topics that they had to talk about, including the one which he was most interested in steering the conversation toward.
Not only that, but Thomas was no fool, and witnessed her amazing stems crossing as he continued to feed her, one bite after another, slow and steady. They had only just settled on an uneasy but relatively peaceful alliance and he didn't want to be the one to break that for any real reason. Also, the general sense of calm that he exuded might have worked in his favor, since she seemed at least reluctant to upset that delicate balance.
It wasn't an act, either; Thomas tended to be pretty chill unless there was any kind of inciting incident.
Again, he was struck by just how sensual she made the simple act of eating, and his over-active mind began to process that bit of information with a new tinge, one that made him blush just a tad as a result. Was it getting hot in here? He felt that way, but likely that was entirely due to Gigi herself.
"It's fine, I don't mind at all," Thomas stated easily. "Chow down as you please."
When coming, then, to the point on which he had tried twice to elaborate upon and been all but shut down twice, he was curious to see how she'd really react to it all, though she gave him once more a bit of a surprise, since she failed to grasp the meat of the subject at play.
Sigh.
"Can't say I've ever smoked weed, no, sorry," he started once more, finding his left hand slowly traveling down to her thigh - a daring and dangerous place for it, but one that he felt was important nonetheless. IF she was going to buck away from him or his tender touch, then now was the time. If not...."I would say that it's not the drugs or the fights or anything like that, but rather...the sex that appeals to me. Fucking, as I said before. That's what I meant. It makes me feel...alive."
Well, he'd gone and told her what he wished to, at least; what happened next was anybody's guess.
However, despite that fact, he did hope that she'd realize that the male had his own opinions on the matter, even if that wasn't exactly evident now. Gigi might have thought him a lost cause, but that wasn't at all the case. In fact, quite the opposite, really; he wanted to protect her, not denigrate her further.
"I promise you, that's not true. Your parents are their own people, and wanted me to help, that's all. But I am not beholden to their wishes," he pointed out. Whether that would take at all, he didn't know though.
Privately, he decided that he was going to have to investigate both Erik and Cathleen more, in order to make his own determinatons about them both.
"Alright, fine by me," he said softly, attempting to mollify her a little bit by dutifully shifting from the topic of her folks to matters entirely different. Even if they wouldn't discuss her parents, then, there were still plenty of topics that they had to talk about, including the one which he was most interested in steering the conversation toward.
Not only that, but Thomas was no fool, and witnessed her amazing stems crossing as he continued to feed her, one bite after another, slow and steady. They had only just settled on an uneasy but relatively peaceful alliance and he didn't want to be the one to break that for any real reason. Also, the general sense of calm that he exuded might have worked in his favor, since she seemed at least reluctant to upset that delicate balance.
It wasn't an act, either; Thomas tended to be pretty chill unless there was any kind of inciting incident.
Again, he was struck by just how sensual she made the simple act of eating, and his over-active mind began to process that bit of information with a new tinge, one that made him blush just a tad as a result. Was it getting hot in here? He felt that way, but likely that was entirely due to Gigi herself.
"It's fine, I don't mind at all," Thomas stated easily. "Chow down as you please."
When coming, then, to the point on which he had tried twice to elaborate upon and been all but shut down twice, he was curious to see how she'd really react to it all, though she gave him once more a bit of a surprise, since she failed to grasp the meat of the subject at play.
Sigh.
"Can't say I've ever smoked weed, no, sorry," he started once more, finding his left hand slowly traveling down to her thigh - a daring and dangerous place for it, but one that he felt was important nonetheless. IF she was going to buck away from him or his tender touch, then now was the time. If not...."I would say that it's not the drugs or the fights or anything like that, but rather...the sex that appeals to me. Fucking, as I said before. That's what I meant. It makes me feel...alive."
Well, he'd gone and told her what he wished to, at least; what happened next was anybody's guess.
While he had been the CEO of VTS Consulting for several years now, Marcus Banks usually had a pretty decent reputation, as far as his employees were concerned. Always, he'd been the type of man who had little issue getting along with all of the men and women that worked for him, such that they generally seemed to like the guy. It wasn't at all that difficult, granted; he just had to be the type that tended to ask about their day, and introduce himself and check up on the assignments that many of them had to submit to the male whenever he asked.
It wasn't at all the most complicated work, but satisfying enough and he happened to enjoy it.
At 31, he was definitely a young CEO, and also happened to be rather successful. VTS was one of the best consulting firms in the nation, having been featured in Forbes as one of the companies to watch in terms of their growth, and so here he was getting a lot of positive press as a result. Frankly, he didn't much care at all; that was not really his forte, nor was there anything much that he could to improve such a reputation except do what he had been doing all along, leading the company to expanding it's options, having all of the resources available to made a dent within the inroads of good old fashioned American business.
Still, he was fully cognizant that it was a tough world out there and even with his particular advantages, he worried that he might not have made exactly the right choices when it came to his personal life. While he wasn't necessarily dating anyone at the moment, he did still go out every-so-often, but there hadn't been much really that lasted. His last girlfriend, Vanessa, had been very high-maintenance and demanding; so the male had broken it off with her. Perhaps it was done reluctantly, but it had still been done nonetheless. So he was left a little bit lonely - not at all ideal with Christmas approaching, mind.
Speaking of which, heis office tended to have a bit of a party every year to celebrate the holiday, and that was what he got ready for his year as well, excited to be a part of the festivities for what it was worth. Always, Christmas had the effect of eliciting a smile from the man, and he knew that this year wasn't going to be any different at all. So, he dressed up in his best, one of his Kenneth Cole navy blue suits along with a simple light blue dress shirt and his favorite DKNY aquamarine tie. He thought he looked pretty decent, at least good enough to make it presentable, and with his outfit chosen, the male made his way over to the festivities, in the central large room of their office.
When he arrived, he looked out and made some small talk with those who were assembled there already; Roderick was the one playing Santa this time, and Marcy had already started downing the alcohol. However, his attention was drawn to a cute brunette who happened to be in the corner, and he tried to recall her name...was it, err, Jasmine? Yes, that was it; Jasmine, and she'd been with the company about four months if he was remembering correctly. He hadn't actually met her though, as he was a bit higher up on the corporate ladder. Still, the male decided that he'd introduce himself, and went over and greeted her with a wave. "Hey there, I'm Marcus, nice to meet you," the male started off, a strong smile on his features. "First time at the party, I gather? How's it been going for you so far?"
It wasn't at all the most complicated work, but satisfying enough and he happened to enjoy it.
At 31, he was definitely a young CEO, and also happened to be rather successful. VTS was one of the best consulting firms in the nation, having been featured in Forbes as one of the companies to watch in terms of their growth, and so here he was getting a lot of positive press as a result. Frankly, he didn't much care at all; that was not really his forte, nor was there anything much that he could to improve such a reputation except do what he had been doing all along, leading the company to expanding it's options, having all of the resources available to made a dent within the inroads of good old fashioned American business.
Still, he was fully cognizant that it was a tough world out there and even with his particular advantages, he worried that he might not have made exactly the right choices when it came to his personal life. While he wasn't necessarily dating anyone at the moment, he did still go out every-so-often, but there hadn't been much really that lasted. His last girlfriend, Vanessa, had been very high-maintenance and demanding; so the male had broken it off with her. Perhaps it was done reluctantly, but it had still been done nonetheless. So he was left a little bit lonely - not at all ideal with Christmas approaching, mind.
Speaking of which, heis office tended to have a bit of a party every year to celebrate the holiday, and that was what he got ready for his year as well, excited to be a part of the festivities for what it was worth. Always, Christmas had the effect of eliciting a smile from the man, and he knew that this year wasn't going to be any different at all. So, he dressed up in his best, one of his Kenneth Cole navy blue suits along with a simple light blue dress shirt and his favorite DKNY aquamarine tie. He thought he looked pretty decent, at least good enough to make it presentable, and with his outfit chosen, the male made his way over to the festivities, in the central large room of their office.
When he arrived, he looked out and made some small talk with those who were assembled there already; Roderick was the one playing Santa this time, and Marcy had already started downing the alcohol. However, his attention was drawn to a cute brunette who happened to be in the corner, and he tried to recall her name...was it, err, Jasmine? Yes, that was it; Jasmine, and she'd been with the company about four months if he was remembering correctly. He hadn't actually met her though, as he was a bit higher up on the corporate ladder. Still, the male decided that he'd introduce himself, and went over and greeted her with a wave. "Hey there, I'm Marcus, nice to meet you," the male started off, a strong smile on his features. "First time at the party, I gather? How's it been going for you so far?"
The truth of the matter was that Jessica had no shot to be the kind of girl that Marcus chose to bring into his chambers when he had full control and the decisions were entirely up to him; she was too wound up and needed a firm, guiding hand in order to deal with the myriad methods that he employed in order to reduce his women to utterly dependent sluts for him, completely needing some cock to stay satiated. "You can handle it, whore," he told her roughly, not bothering to hide his disgust for the femme as he said so, and then went and slammed back into her more and more, so that the table beneath them creaked slightly as a result. At the same time, he didn't relent on his strong hold of her hair, either, fully fucking the poor girl within an inch of her own pleasure principle.
"Fuck that bitch, then. I d-don't owe her or anyone else s-shit," he fired back, not at all caring what it was that Becky might struggle with, so long as he wasn't the one that had to deal with it. "We should have. Yep. This f-fuck is for you," he stated back to her, reaming out her slick folds, feeling her warm pussy shape and mold to fit his hard member. "No. You take those spanks, your ass needs it," he declined to engage with her on that point, and in fact slapped her again and again, just to make it abundantly clear that he was the one with all of the power. Then, he felt his own orgasm building up and threatening to let loose, which made him fuck her even harder.
"I'm gonna cum, bitch. Take it, take all of that cream...aaaaaaaaaaah, f-fuck!" So saying, he pulled right out of her wasted pussy with a small pop and began shooting all of his seed onto her ass, spurt after spurt of the warm cum landing on her rump. He didn't stop either, not even for a second, until he had emptied out his big balls entirely, and she was left with his drizzling semen dripping down the crack of her ass.
Breathing hard, the male stood there, triumphant, thoughts in a flurry.
"Fuck that bitch, then. I d-don't owe her or anyone else s-shit," he fired back, not at all caring what it was that Becky might struggle with, so long as he wasn't the one that had to deal with it. "We should have. Yep. This f-fuck is for you," he stated back to her, reaming out her slick folds, feeling her warm pussy shape and mold to fit his hard member. "No. You take those spanks, your ass needs it," he declined to engage with her on that point, and in fact slapped her again and again, just to make it abundantly clear that he was the one with all of the power. Then, he felt his own orgasm building up and threatening to let loose, which made him fuck her even harder.
"I'm gonna cum, bitch. Take it, take all of that cream...aaaaaaaaaaah, f-fuck!" So saying, he pulled right out of her wasted pussy with a small pop and began shooting all of his seed onto her ass, spurt after spurt of the warm cum landing on her rump. He didn't stop either, not even for a second, until he had emptied out his big balls entirely, and she was left with his drizzling semen dripping down the crack of her ass.
Breathing hard, the male stood there, triumphant, thoughts in a flurry.
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Recently, I went to the hospital for a few days due to partial facial paralysis, and with steriods and antibiotics both prescribed - though neither dosage improved anything. Hence, I had to find out what caused it - a stroke, or something more or less? Turns out it was ruled as Bell's Palsy, definitely, which has a good chance to improve itself. However, I did have a bit of a harrowing experience thanks to how busy the hospital really was. My MRI of the head and neck was scheduled for 3:15, barring any additional E.R. patients being rushed in, and then suddenly this woman came in to do an Echocardiogram on me, precisely at 3. Say what now? The guy came in for transport, she asked him to wait, and well...they cancelled on me in response. Seems like they didn't want to wait. Fantastic. So I had to have a bit of an emergency call made on my behalf, which resulted in me being seen at 4:30, thankfully. However, that meant that my doctor didn't read the results before he left for the night, forcing me to stay one more day. Then they took three hours to discharge me after his visit and the order was put in. >.>
Moral of the story - whenever you're in the hospital, be very wary and alert at all times.
Moral of the story - whenever you're in the hospital, be very wary and alert at all times.
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Jason found it hard for himself to contain the excitement on his rugged features as he ran to the door, looking out, just to see if the Uber had brought her along just yet. Finally, the car came into the view, and his heart seemed to hammer out into his chest at that thought of reuniting with his daughter after such a long while. What had it been, months since he'd seen her? Linda had been busy with school, studying hard and getting herself ready to step into adulthood, while Jason and his wife Maria had kept themselves active as well, both working hard to ensure that their daughter had a bright future to look forward to.
And now, for a few weeks at least, she'd be spending time back with them.
As the car pulled up, he instantly ran to the door, all but hugging the girl tightly, the warm of his large hands wrapping themselves around her. "Hey babygirl! Looking mighty fine, haha. Hope the trip wasn't too bad, eh?" Letting her go, then, he made his way to the trunk of the car, with the driver had helpfully popped up for him, so that he could get her trunk out and take it to her room. Their home was relatively simple and quaint, three bedrooms and two baths; both him and Maria tended to use one, had another for their excess things to store and the third was the guest bedroom, which she'd be staying in.
So he went there with the trunk in tow, not worried about what the girl might do herself, so long as he was the one providing assistance to her. Maria also stood in the doorway, waving, ready to embrace her girl just as he had been. It was always the most thrilling time when they got a chance to meet up with her, and therefore both of them were just itching to smother the girl in their affections. Probably Linda herself hated it, but then what could she possibly do? Jason had an old-world quality about him, and thought that this was the way these things were done, so they wouldn't accept or broker any argument hinting at the contrary.
Yes, the married couple did have their own particular kink and style, one such that they might even explore while she was on the premises, but Jason wasn't thinking about all of that just now; instead, he was more focused on setting her trunk up on the stool near the entrance to the room, just inside of the door. It had to be just right so that she wouldn't complain, and he hoped that he'd doen what he could with it before deciding that it was more than enough and stepping back out, seeing her and Maria exchanging pleasantries and grinning. Was it just him or had his daughter grown even more lovely in her time away?
Hmm. Perhaps it was something to think about later.
For now, he gazed at her, smiling, and motioned outward. "Well, you know the place, and the drill. Your room is all yours; we're both off over there," he pointed to the left side, "and have our storage there," he added, turning to the right. "Kitchen's behind me, we're in the sitting room now, and your bedroom is left just the way you like it - I think Maria added a poster too," he winked, as his wife blushed and tried to extricate herself from his little joke. "But, yeah, you're free to do what you like, as you know. Any questions? Anything you need now? You might be hungry - Maria can whip something up in that case," Jason offered, as his wife nodded eagerly.
So they were off, with their daughter prepped to be pampered and spoiled - which was just the way she surely liked it, the male knew full well.
And now, for a few weeks at least, she'd be spending time back with them.
As the car pulled up, he instantly ran to the door, all but hugging the girl tightly, the warm of his large hands wrapping themselves around her. "Hey babygirl! Looking mighty fine, haha. Hope the trip wasn't too bad, eh?" Letting her go, then, he made his way to the trunk of the car, with the driver had helpfully popped up for him, so that he could get her trunk out and take it to her room. Their home was relatively simple and quaint, three bedrooms and two baths; both him and Maria tended to use one, had another for their excess things to store and the third was the guest bedroom, which she'd be staying in.
So he went there with the trunk in tow, not worried about what the girl might do herself, so long as he was the one providing assistance to her. Maria also stood in the doorway, waving, ready to embrace her girl just as he had been. It was always the most thrilling time when they got a chance to meet up with her, and therefore both of them were just itching to smother the girl in their affections. Probably Linda herself hated it, but then what could she possibly do? Jason had an old-world quality about him, and thought that this was the way these things were done, so they wouldn't accept or broker any argument hinting at the contrary.
Yes, the married couple did have their own particular kink and style, one such that they might even explore while she was on the premises, but Jason wasn't thinking about all of that just now; instead, he was more focused on setting her trunk up on the stool near the entrance to the room, just inside of the door. It had to be just right so that she wouldn't complain, and he hoped that he'd doen what he could with it before deciding that it was more than enough and stepping back out, seeing her and Maria exchanging pleasantries and grinning. Was it just him or had his daughter grown even more lovely in her time away?
Hmm. Perhaps it was something to think about later.
For now, he gazed at her, smiling, and motioned outward. "Well, you know the place, and the drill. Your room is all yours; we're both off over there," he pointed to the left side, "and have our storage there," he added, turning to the right. "Kitchen's behind me, we're in the sitting room now, and your bedroom is left just the way you like it - I think Maria added a poster too," he winked, as his wife blushed and tried to extricate herself from his little joke. "But, yeah, you're free to do what you like, as you know. Any questions? Anything you need now? You might be hungry - Maria can whip something up in that case," Jason offered, as his wife nodded eagerly.
So they were off, with their daughter prepped to be pampered and spoiled - which was just the way she surely liked it, the male knew full well.
Perhaps in time, over the years that had followed him shifting to this place in order to keep conducting his arrangements privately, unimpeded, Ranmere had learned just what to say and when to say it, and how it would likely affect those who he was speaking to. In this case, it wasn't all that hard to see just what appealed to Asteria in the first place.
Many mages had learned to crave power, to their detriment usually, though they were not as well-trained as she had been - nor what he was going to teach her himself. Then, her strong attraction to him praising the femme definitely didn't escape his notice either, so he was free and loose with those words as well.
Adding that she'd be entirely unique was essentially the nail in the coffin.
Clearly, it was evident that she was struggling with the actual aspects of what they were going to be up to, but the girl was growing more assured each minute and he strongly suspected that she'd say yes to what he proposed. Ranmere merely waited with his one hard wrapped around his upper chest, the other still stroking along his chin calmly, almost hypnotically, in a patient rhythm, keeping his eyes firmly upon her own. Though she had a bit of a task trying to gaze at him, he didn't shy away from that all too much.
Given the circumstances, it was to be expected.
As she told him that she would, in fact, go through with this all, he nodded, and again flashed her a brilliant smile. "Good, good. Excellent. You've made the right choice," he told her sweetly, which he sorely believed to be the truth. There were now tasks to complete, in order, and he wasn't sure that she'd be fine with the first, but opted to tell her nonetheless.
"First of all, I'd like you to strip for me, please. Remove your robes, and step out of them. Just know that I'll then do the same, and we can begin," he informed her, letting her own mind figure out just what might happen afterwards.
There wasn't really any doubt about all of that, though.
Many mages had learned to crave power, to their detriment usually, though they were not as well-trained as she had been - nor what he was going to teach her himself. Then, her strong attraction to him praising the femme definitely didn't escape his notice either, so he was free and loose with those words as well.
Adding that she'd be entirely unique was essentially the nail in the coffin.
Clearly, it was evident that she was struggling with the actual aspects of what they were going to be up to, but the girl was growing more assured each minute and he strongly suspected that she'd say yes to what he proposed. Ranmere merely waited with his one hard wrapped around his upper chest, the other still stroking along his chin calmly, almost hypnotically, in a patient rhythm, keeping his eyes firmly upon her own. Though she had a bit of a task trying to gaze at him, he didn't shy away from that all too much.
Given the circumstances, it was to be expected.
As she told him that she would, in fact, go through with this all, he nodded, and again flashed her a brilliant smile. "Good, good. Excellent. You've made the right choice," he told her sweetly, which he sorely believed to be the truth. There were now tasks to complete, in order, and he wasn't sure that she'd be fine with the first, but opted to tell her nonetheless.
"First of all, I'd like you to strip for me, please. Remove your robes, and step out of them. Just know that I'll then do the same, and we can begin," he informed her, letting her own mind figure out just what might happen afterwards.
There wasn't really any doubt about all of that, though.
Always, for Marcus, it was the sense of duty that made all of his decisions so vividly tense, since all who encountered him in his form as a breeder had to know just what he was accustomed to, or what he was asking of them. She had been no different; it was funny to think of their interactions so far as anything but the boldest setup to this, him pounding her tiny pussy over and over, absolutely without any shred of mercy in his whole body. Mercy was a luxury that he couldn't quite afford, and so he didn't try to do so. She might have wanted to take it slow and steady, to get used to his pace, to try and find some purchase in his stony wall of relative silence, but Marcus didn't allow it. If it come down to it, he would have chased her, tackled her, and just fucked her brutally in the street. Duty dictated that.
Holding her in place, it was quite the thrill to penetrate her repeatedly, each of his thrusts rocking the bed, the creaks sounding out as the entire surface was put to the surest stress it had ever felt. Would her bed actually collapse? He wasn't all too sure that it'd be able to hold them as he kept on drilling her, but Marcus put his faith in the relative strength of the products that were available these days, if nothing else. He had once shattered the very bed he'd been on in a threesome with two lovely ladies and continued at that time, thinking that there wasn't really anything to be done about it, so they might as well soldier on. This was the sort of mentality that he'd built up, being labeled a breeder, and she would soon realize it.
Slam! Slam! Slam! Her ass trembled with his spanking as well as the ruthless energy that caused his lower half to jostle into her own. This was Marcus at his best, completely in control in the most obvious of ways, with little regard for anything but completing his work. She was just the receptacle for his seed, and she'd have to take it all. Breeders now have the permission to engage in any sexual activity that they deem necessary in order to provide their dose of semen to the person or persons in question. They may not be denied for any reason. The words of the revised contract stood out to him and he was reminded of such in the midst of their fucking session.
Gleefully.
"Mmm, it's mine, your pussy is mine, it belongs to me," he barked out, the firm level of command being crystal clear. Marcus liked to talk dirty in such ways especially with a possessive bent whenever he did this, and he was sure that the statement alone would have caused her many problems since she really couldn't offer much of a denial. But a funny thing happened throughout all of his myriad movements as they got closer and closer to both of their releases; he felt her actually give her body back to him, as if she was into it suddenly.
If there was any doubt remaining about just what he'd managed to draw from her heated frame, her cry of orgasmic fury rendered it all a moot point. Marcus felt her cunt tighten around his stiff cock, as if trying to pull his own seed free from that monstrous manhood while she quivered and shook. He'd asked for that and was granted it overtly.
Her climax triggered his own, and it wasn't as if he could pull out even if he wanted to since she gripped him and refused to let go. None of that mattered, though; breeders had to breed. So shot after shot of his creamy flood flew out of his tip into her shuddering body, flooding her warm pussy completely. Not a single bit was left over and when he was done, he even saw the edges of her snatch dripping out the very fluid that he'd pumped into her.
The girl did an admirable job of hanging on, it must be said. She'd come around to the conclusion that this was what was best for her and Marcus definitely wasn't going to disabuse her of this notion. So he stayed there, with his semen sloshing about, and then finally did let her hair go, the various strands falling away from his hand, her body still under his as they stayed locked together for a few moments. Only then did he pull out of the femme and give her perfect ass another final slap, as if that would end it all.
"You felt it, didn't you? At the end there. You felt it all change. Mmm. That's what I like. Good girl, such a good girl for me," Marcus hissed out, gazing at her spent slit leaking while he laid down on the bed, very content. "You'll want more, too. I know you will. And I'll be waiting for it," he informed her, quietly, raising his hands above to slide under his skull, saying nothing else.
Holding her in place, it was quite the thrill to penetrate her repeatedly, each of his thrusts rocking the bed, the creaks sounding out as the entire surface was put to the surest stress it had ever felt. Would her bed actually collapse? He wasn't all too sure that it'd be able to hold them as he kept on drilling her, but Marcus put his faith in the relative strength of the products that were available these days, if nothing else. He had once shattered the very bed he'd been on in a threesome with two lovely ladies and continued at that time, thinking that there wasn't really anything to be done about it, so they might as well soldier on. This was the sort of mentality that he'd built up, being labeled a breeder, and she would soon realize it.
Slam! Slam! Slam! Her ass trembled with his spanking as well as the ruthless energy that caused his lower half to jostle into her own. This was Marcus at his best, completely in control in the most obvious of ways, with little regard for anything but completing his work. She was just the receptacle for his seed, and she'd have to take it all. Breeders now have the permission to engage in any sexual activity that they deem necessary in order to provide their dose of semen to the person or persons in question. They may not be denied for any reason. The words of the revised contract stood out to him and he was reminded of such in the midst of their fucking session.
Gleefully.
"Mmm, it's mine, your pussy is mine, it belongs to me," he barked out, the firm level of command being crystal clear. Marcus liked to talk dirty in such ways especially with a possessive bent whenever he did this, and he was sure that the statement alone would have caused her many problems since she really couldn't offer much of a denial. But a funny thing happened throughout all of his myriad movements as they got closer and closer to both of their releases; he felt her actually give her body back to him, as if she was into it suddenly.
If there was any doubt remaining about just what he'd managed to draw from her heated frame, her cry of orgasmic fury rendered it all a moot point. Marcus felt her cunt tighten around his stiff cock, as if trying to pull his own seed free from that monstrous manhood while she quivered and shook. He'd asked for that and was granted it overtly.
Her climax triggered his own, and it wasn't as if he could pull out even if he wanted to since she gripped him and refused to let go. None of that mattered, though; breeders had to breed. So shot after shot of his creamy flood flew out of his tip into her shuddering body, flooding her warm pussy completely. Not a single bit was left over and when he was done, he even saw the edges of her snatch dripping out the very fluid that he'd pumped into her.
The girl did an admirable job of hanging on, it must be said. She'd come around to the conclusion that this was what was best for her and Marcus definitely wasn't going to disabuse her of this notion. So he stayed there, with his semen sloshing about, and then finally did let her hair go, the various strands falling away from his hand, her body still under his as they stayed locked together for a few moments. Only then did he pull out of the femme and give her perfect ass another final slap, as if that would end it all.
"You felt it, didn't you? At the end there. You felt it all change. Mmm. That's what I like. Good girl, such a good girl for me," Marcus hissed out, gazing at her spent slit leaking while he laid down on the bed, very content. "You'll want more, too. I know you will. And I'll be waiting for it," he informed her, quietly, raising his hands above to slide under his skull, saying nothing else.
Recovering from their rampant fuckfest was always a delight for Jim as well, since they got to just simply be together and explore and deepen the connection they'd made. He still remembered how she'd been way back when, days ago when he had met her in the jail for the first time. How everything had changed in the car not long after and gone on from there.
He just couldn't really get nearly enough of her in his life any longer.
"I guess it does, at that," he sighed out, thinking a bit, the melancholy of his voice a bit more evident. "I'm no young chicken, ya know. Thirty-five. It seems ancient, haha," he muttered, reaching up to rifle through her hair, teasing out the strands, enjoying how she had those perfect sensations to make him feel like she truly did belong to him. "Mmm. You always sound do sexy to me, babygirl, you know that?"
Making her purr definitely was a task that he just loved to complete.
"Nah, it's mutual. You definitely do your part as well. Or do you I have to remind you of your little impromptu 'excursion' on the way to McDonald's?" Somehow, he didn't think he'd have to do so, at that. "I hope so too. The weather's never been this bad here, in all the years that I can recall." Combined with their investigation into the mystery of the town itself, it was a foreboding feeling.
"Let's sweat it oout together, then. You and me. No need to get up. We'll just lay here and pass out. Deal?" Jim leaned over and kissed her cheek gently, as if to seal it. That was just what they both really needed, too.
He just couldn't really get nearly enough of her in his life any longer.
"I guess it does, at that," he sighed out, thinking a bit, the melancholy of his voice a bit more evident. "I'm no young chicken, ya know. Thirty-five. It seems ancient, haha," he muttered, reaching up to rifle through her hair, teasing out the strands, enjoying how she had those perfect sensations to make him feel like she truly did belong to him. "Mmm. You always sound do sexy to me, babygirl, you know that?"
Making her purr definitely was a task that he just loved to complete.
"Nah, it's mutual. You definitely do your part as well. Or do you I have to remind you of your little impromptu 'excursion' on the way to McDonald's?" Somehow, he didn't think he'd have to do so, at that. "I hope so too. The weather's never been this bad here, in all the years that I can recall." Combined with their investigation into the mystery of the town itself, it was a foreboding feeling.
"Let's sweat it oout together, then. You and me. No need to get up. We'll just lay here and pass out. Deal?" Jim leaned over and kissed her cheek gently, as if to seal it. That was just what they both really needed, too.
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By this point, both backseat windows of the Rav4's backseat were completely covered in the steam that continued to emanate from both lovers as they worked toward Marcus' frenzied orgasmic bliss. How long could he possibly last with Anya going to greedily to slurp every single inch of him up? She was lost to the sensations of the male's member, stiff and thick, slipping into her wet maw while he kept on tenderly toying with her sharp blonde strands. She looked the picture of pure hunger, almost like his fat cock was her dinner and she needed to eat so very badly, so she'd made the decision to gorge on him.
He was quite willing to provide her with this feast.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Anastasia's talented tongue made quick work of his immense erection, bathing it in spint from the tip to the base, and he was right there to continue giving her that potent mixture of praise - playing into any form of kink that she might have towards it - as well as keep his dirty talk going as well. "You are so pretty, just like that, babygirl," came the words from his pained lips - the pain only because it was getting seriously tough for him to even form coherent sentences. She continued onward, bathing his entire swollen shaft in her slick saliva, painting a trail of that same spittle along each of his pulsing veins that stood up, very pleased at the treatment they were receiving.
How had he never once considered that this was where they would end up, the pair being so responsive to each other in all of those ten lengthy days. All of her subtle looks, sharp glances, simple smiles and her latent desire had been blatantly obvious to him before, but he just hadn't witnessed it yet. Now, with the woman steadily swallowing up more and more of his enormous cock deep within the confines of her warm mouth, he was taken aback by her amazingly skill and facility with this all, such that he almost felt she was made for this very act. "I'm gonna m-make sure I feed you this big dick routinely," he promised, those hands slipping lower to her bouncing bosom.
Then, as if they couldn't possibly get any hotter, she went and called him Daddy, untethering any prevous chains that could have served to keep him from actively participating in her. As his digits tweaked and flickered at her alerted nipples, his voice came out in a low growl. "Yeah? You are s-so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Making Daddy all excited, t-too. I can smell it, I can tell your tight little pussy's dripping all over for me," he crowed out, scenting the air as if to confirm that. Meanwhile, he was unable to do much of anything else, eyes rolling back as she fondled and suckled his large ballsack, growing closer to his orgasmic release.
Though that was coming quite yet.
Anya just worshipped him, both his gigantic prick as well as those twin orbs below, and her tongue felt utterly heavenly - ironic given that both of them were such unholy creatures unknown to each other. He wished he could snap a single photo to commemorate this action entirely, but there was no need for that; already, it was committed to his memory forever. "I'm getting close," he mumured out, through baited breaths, his fingetips focusing on the service he provided to her fantastic tits, as if egging her on. "Want me to c-cum down your throat? Just t-tell...ooh...tell Daddy what you really need," came the words drawn from his stressed lips, only because she put the stress on him.
"Yeah, you're dripping for me, babygirl. I'm gonna wreck that pussy t-tonight, ooh, bet on it," he said with a thunderous finality, right before guiding her head back to his bulbous tip, so that he could finish this off - then the real work would begin in earnest.
He was quite willing to provide her with this feast.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Anastasia's talented tongue made quick work of his immense erection, bathing it in spint from the tip to the base, and he was right there to continue giving her that potent mixture of praise - playing into any form of kink that she might have towards it - as well as keep his dirty talk going as well. "You are so pretty, just like that, babygirl," came the words from his pained lips - the pain only because it was getting seriously tough for him to even form coherent sentences. She continued onward, bathing his entire swollen shaft in her slick saliva, painting a trail of that same spittle along each of his pulsing veins that stood up, very pleased at the treatment they were receiving.
How had he never once considered that this was where they would end up, the pair being so responsive to each other in all of those ten lengthy days. All of her subtle looks, sharp glances, simple smiles and her latent desire had been blatantly obvious to him before, but he just hadn't witnessed it yet. Now, with the woman steadily swallowing up more and more of his enormous cock deep within the confines of her warm mouth, he was taken aback by her amazingly skill and facility with this all, such that he almost felt she was made for this very act. "I'm gonna m-make sure I feed you this big dick routinely," he promised, those hands slipping lower to her bouncing bosom.
Then, as if they couldn't possibly get any hotter, she went and called him Daddy, untethering any prevous chains that could have served to keep him from actively participating in her. As his digits tweaked and flickered at her alerted nipples, his voice came out in a low growl. "Yeah? You are s-so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Making Daddy all excited, t-too. I can smell it, I can tell your tight little pussy's dripping all over for me," he crowed out, scenting the air as if to confirm that. Meanwhile, he was unable to do much of anything else, eyes rolling back as she fondled and suckled his large ballsack, growing closer to his orgasmic release.
Though that was coming quite yet.
Anya just worshipped him, both his gigantic prick as well as those twin orbs below, and her tongue felt utterly heavenly - ironic given that both of them were such unholy creatures unknown to each other. He wished he could snap a single photo to commemorate this action entirely, but there was no need for that; already, it was committed to his memory forever. "I'm getting close," he mumured out, through baited breaths, his fingetips focusing on the service he provided to her fantastic tits, as if egging her on. "Want me to c-cum down your throat? Just t-tell...ooh...tell Daddy what you really need," came the words drawn from his stressed lips, only because she put the stress on him.
"Yeah, you're dripping for me, babygirl. I'm gonna wreck that pussy t-tonight, ooh, bet on it," he said with a thunderous finality, right before guiding her head back to his bulbous tip, so that he could finish this off - then the real work would begin in earnest.
This was it; there was no going back and turning the clock to where they had been just Thursday evening, when he'd first told her of this jaunt that had come to his mind.
Marcus didn't even need to scope out to make sure that they were entirely left to their own devices; unless someone else happened to take their yacht out this Saturday morning, turning into afternoon as the large boat crept on assuredly, they would not at all witness what he was doing to the petite redhead, using her warm pussy like it was his personal toy.
And it was.
"That's it, babygirl. Daddy loves to hear that," Marcus let out, all pretense dropped. "Tell your Big Daddy how much you need him to keep on fingerfucking you."
She made no bones about giving him that subtle dose of friction that he needed, which only fueled the fire that was burning, as if a cauldron of flames heated them both right up. All the lotion did was get him pushing past whatever boundaries she had left.
"When I donated to you the first night, I saw you work this pretty pussy over for me. Were you thinking about Big Daddy then, hmm?" As if he was responding to his own admission, Marcus drove that lone finger inside forcefully, and then even added a second, splitting them apart while both were inside her pussy walls, stretching her out nicely.
"I am, babygirl, I sure am. I'm going to give you so much cock you'll be oozing my cum for days on end, out of every hole," Marcus roared, stuffing and ramming, his hand getting quicker and quicker. He even placed his thumb upon her clitoris and breezily moved it back and forth, back and forth, urging her to spill her juices for him.
"Go on, then, be a good girl, cum for your Big Daddy. I need to taste it," he howled, all thoughts of keeping himself in check utterly dispersed in that soaring wind at both of their backs.
Marcus didn't even need to scope out to make sure that they were entirely left to their own devices; unless someone else happened to take their yacht out this Saturday morning, turning into afternoon as the large boat crept on assuredly, they would not at all witness what he was doing to the petite redhead, using her warm pussy like it was his personal toy.
And it was.
"That's it, babygirl. Daddy loves to hear that," Marcus let out, all pretense dropped. "Tell your Big Daddy how much you need him to keep on fingerfucking you."
She made no bones about giving him that subtle dose of friction that he needed, which only fueled the fire that was burning, as if a cauldron of flames heated them both right up. All the lotion did was get him pushing past whatever boundaries she had left.
"When I donated to you the first night, I saw you work this pretty pussy over for me. Were you thinking about Big Daddy then, hmm?" As if he was responding to his own admission, Marcus drove that lone finger inside forcefully, and then even added a second, splitting them apart while both were inside her pussy walls, stretching her out nicely.
"I am, babygirl, I sure am. I'm going to give you so much cock you'll be oozing my cum for days on end, out of every hole," Marcus roared, stuffing and ramming, his hand getting quicker and quicker. He even placed his thumb upon her clitoris and breezily moved it back and forth, back and forth, urging her to spill her juices for him.
"Go on, then, be a good girl, cum for your Big Daddy. I need to taste it," he howled, all thoughts of keeping himself in check utterly dispersed in that soaring wind at both of their backs.
For his part, Jason wasn't entirely surprised that it was, in fact, Ariana, just like he expected. Likely at this hour, she was the only one who would have deigned to step in with him here, and he was just fine with that. Probably the girl just wanted to hang out a bit more, especially after they'd not gotten much of a chance to do so all day. So this was as good an opportunity as any.
When she did come inside, he was struck by what she herself was wearing now, definitely not as much as he might have hoped for. That was only natural; after all, it was late at night, and he figured that she had to change as well. Still, the chemise that she wore was a bit on the light side, no? At least she wore shorts; if she'd had only panties on, then he would have thought much differently about having her in his room.
"Hey there, come on in Ariana," he told her with a broad smile on his features, patting the space beside him, which she immediately took as her own as well. Great; they were fairly near each other and he still felt pretty comfy, so he was glad she'd taken the initiative to stop on by.
"I've missed you too, and...hey! Oh...oh," he added, as she immediately began working her small hands over his crotch, causing Jason to gulp momentarily. What was going on here? Once more, he glanced up at her, and saw her expression - heated, if he had to put a word on it. Hmm. This was...strange behavior to say the least.
Not that he wasn't heavily interested in it, but still.
"A...a game? Sure, we can," he said slowly, watching as the bulge underneath her hand started to grow, which would be abundantly dangerous in mere moments. "What d-do you want to play?" Jason felt weird for stammering, but what could he do? He would soon had a massive hard-on, and had no clue what she might think or feel about it - though her steady grip sure indicated she'd not be opposed to that whatsoever.
Leaning back a bit, he felt her hand rise to his cheek as well, which he closed his eyes and tenderly leaned in toward. A game, huh? That could meany many different things, but he was dead curious just what it would be like to mess around with her. Her parents were asleep; it was just the two of them, and no one else around.
Probably, a little bit of fooling around wouldn't hurt.
"Go on, then, tell me what you have in mind. I'm l-listening," he said quietly, once more gazing at his own center, which was swiftly expanding. He wouldn't be able to control it all that much, but then again, he strongly suspected that it didn't much matter.
Ariana wasn't here to really play games at all. She wanted to play with something else.
When she did come inside, he was struck by what she herself was wearing now, definitely not as much as he might have hoped for. That was only natural; after all, it was late at night, and he figured that she had to change as well. Still, the chemise that she wore was a bit on the light side, no? At least she wore shorts; if she'd had only panties on, then he would have thought much differently about having her in his room.
"Hey there, come on in Ariana," he told her with a broad smile on his features, patting the space beside him, which she immediately took as her own as well. Great; they were fairly near each other and he still felt pretty comfy, so he was glad she'd taken the initiative to stop on by.
"I've missed you too, and...hey! Oh...oh," he added, as she immediately began working her small hands over his crotch, causing Jason to gulp momentarily. What was going on here? Once more, he glanced up at her, and saw her expression - heated, if he had to put a word on it. Hmm. This was...strange behavior to say the least.
Not that he wasn't heavily interested in it, but still.
"A...a game? Sure, we can," he said slowly, watching as the bulge underneath her hand started to grow, which would be abundantly dangerous in mere moments. "What d-do you want to play?" Jason felt weird for stammering, but what could he do? He would soon had a massive hard-on, and had no clue what she might think or feel about it - though her steady grip sure indicated she'd not be opposed to that whatsoever.
Leaning back a bit, he felt her hand rise to his cheek as well, which he closed his eyes and tenderly leaned in toward. A game, huh? That could meany many different things, but he was dead curious just what it would be like to mess around with her. Her parents were asleep; it was just the two of them, and no one else around.
Probably, a little bit of fooling around wouldn't hurt.
"Go on, then, tell me what you have in mind. I'm l-listening," he said quietly, once more gazing at his own center, which was swiftly expanding. He wouldn't be able to control it all that much, but then again, he strongly suspected that it didn't much matter.
Ariana wasn't here to really play games at all. She wanted to play with something else.
As AmariΓ« relayed to him that he'd been correct, and that there was even the thrill of adventure nearby, Vale felt his heart nearly burst with affection for her, and he became more determined then ever to claim victory in this tournament, and gain that marriage as he had come here to do. It had been a relative success, with mages of all types assembled, and he was fully prepared to take them all on. Then, with a single parting sentence, she stopped him dead in his tracks, as he heard what she herself desired. I'll leave you to prepare; just know it's you I wish to win my hand. Gazing at the femme while his hearbeat increased, he just subtly nodded, then watched her depart towards her family once more. He even felt her absence, and sighed longingly.
"You're just a simp for that girl, seriously. Once I win here, I'll make damn sure I break her in first," Revarrax stated bluntly, coming up behind him, a wicked smile on the other male's features. Ooh, Vale was starting to just hate that man intensely, and wanting nothing more than to see him defeated. He knew that if he was to win, he'd have to do it himself.
"Well, good luck then. You can have your fun...breaking her afterwards, I'm sure," he said with a clipped tone. Revarrax just laughed and clapped him on the back, then sauntered off for his own match with Blake - whom Vale suddenly wanted to win beyond a shadow of a doubt. If anything, it would be that much easier beating Vale, as he suspected Revarrax had many tricks up his sleeve, none of which he would have liked to see very much.
All of the contestants remaining, the four that had been selected due to their performance in the first half of the competition, had to face each other, with the winners battling it out for the final contest. He was surprised that Revarrax had made it out, due to the incident with that illusory dragon; however, he had been impressive enough despite that mishap, and so, shrugging, Vale took his place to watch the coming conflict ensure.
It seemed to him that Blake had a good chance, and his mastery of fire was such that even the other male had trouble finding a chance to land the final blow, but then Vale witnessed Revarrax take a fireball shot and still keep going. Was that...a ring on his finger? Hmm. He knew that it would be considered cheating, but Vale couldn't exactly make the accusation without being sure, and in the next moment, the contest had ended with Revarrax's victory snatched from the jaws of defeat, through a gryffin, no less.
Even though he was next, he rushed up to heal Blake's wounds. "Thank y-you," the other man coughed, as Vale worked frantically. Then he gripped Vale's arm. "You deserve this. Beat him, if you can." Nodding, Vale ensured that the man was alright, and then went to face his own opponent, shooting a swift gaze toward AmariΓ« before they began.
Dale Evertrue had a full arsenal of water-based attacks, which he first turned into a sphere and sent flying at Vale; using Stoneskin, he formed an armor that made the water slide off instead. Then, he was hit with several blasts of water waves in a row, or would have been if not for his timely dodges.
Nearly getting blasted in a Hailstorm, Vale instead dissipated the spell with Twisting Veil, which also had the added benefit of increasing the power of his own next spell. As Dale went to use Frostblast, turning the water into ice shards that went flying out toward Vale, he did a neat flip and then called forth a single Stonefist, which landed and punched Dale in the face. Ouch; but that increased his confidence, and he knew he had it.
As Dale tried to shake off the blow, cast Firestorm, revealing that heretofore unseen powerful spell which created meteors from Spirit energy which hurled down onto Dale, one hitting his shoulder. In the next moment, Vale came up behind him and held his fist to the man's neck, threateining another sharp Veilstrike. through the rift as needed. "Yield," he said to the other, who gulped and nodded.
The audience cheered; he'd done it for the first round. Once more, he found AmariΓ« and blew her a quick kiss, then bowed low and made his way down to prepare for the next battle, and then the final.
He was so close, he could almost taste victory - but both Blake and Revarrax remained, the latter being formidable enough to worry him.
"You're just a simp for that girl, seriously. Once I win here, I'll make damn sure I break her in first," Revarrax stated bluntly, coming up behind him, a wicked smile on the other male's features. Ooh, Vale was starting to just hate that man intensely, and wanting nothing more than to see him defeated. He knew that if he was to win, he'd have to do it himself.
"Well, good luck then. You can have your fun...breaking her afterwards, I'm sure," he said with a clipped tone. Revarrax just laughed and clapped him on the back, then sauntered off for his own match with Blake - whom Vale suddenly wanted to win beyond a shadow of a doubt. If anything, it would be that much easier beating Vale, as he suspected Revarrax had many tricks up his sleeve, none of which he would have liked to see very much.
All of the contestants remaining, the four that had been selected due to their performance in the first half of the competition, had to face each other, with the winners battling it out for the final contest. He was surprised that Revarrax had made it out, due to the incident with that illusory dragon; however, he had been impressive enough despite that mishap, and so, shrugging, Vale took his place to watch the coming conflict ensure.
It seemed to him that Blake had a good chance, and his mastery of fire was such that even the other male had trouble finding a chance to land the final blow, but then Vale witnessed Revarrax take a fireball shot and still keep going. Was that...a ring on his finger? Hmm. He knew that it would be considered cheating, but Vale couldn't exactly make the accusation without being sure, and in the next moment, the contest had ended with Revarrax's victory snatched from the jaws of defeat, through a gryffin, no less.
Even though he was next, he rushed up to heal Blake's wounds. "Thank y-you," the other man coughed, as Vale worked frantically. Then he gripped Vale's arm. "You deserve this. Beat him, if you can." Nodding, Vale ensured that the man was alright, and then went to face his own opponent, shooting a swift gaze toward AmariΓ« before they began.
Dale Evertrue had a full arsenal of water-based attacks, which he first turned into a sphere and sent flying at Vale; using Stoneskin, he formed an armor that made the water slide off instead. Then, he was hit with several blasts of water waves in a row, or would have been if not for his timely dodges.
Nearly getting blasted in a Hailstorm, Vale instead dissipated the spell with Twisting Veil, which also had the added benefit of increasing the power of his own next spell. As Dale went to use Frostblast, turning the water into ice shards that went flying out toward Vale, he did a neat flip and then called forth a single Stonefist, which landed and punched Dale in the face. Ouch; but that increased his confidence, and he knew he had it.
As Dale tried to shake off the blow, cast Firestorm, revealing that heretofore unseen powerful spell which created meteors from Spirit energy which hurled down onto Dale, one hitting his shoulder. In the next moment, Vale came up behind him and held his fist to the man's neck, threateining another sharp Veilstrike. through the rift as needed. "Yield," he said to the other, who gulped and nodded.
The audience cheered; he'd done it for the first round. Once more, he found AmariΓ« and blew her a quick kiss, then bowed low and made his way down to prepare for the next battle, and then the final.
He was so close, he could almost taste victory - but both Blake and Revarrax remained, the latter being formidable enough to worry him.