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Hope of Discovery
- Thread starter Benen Eachann
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Benen Eachann
Supernova
- Joined
- Apr 4, 2011
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- Off in my own world
Loradin held her close his tongue dived into her mouth, but with drew for a moment. "I love you Jessica, and I always will, will you spend this night in my cabin, so that both of us can stay warm, and so that we can get to know each other better."
Felixia_Luna
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 15, 2011
Sighing, she looked up into the night sky (I am guessing it's night?) and wondered what she was doing out here. She leaned over the ships rails and put her head in her hands, watching the waves as they splashed against the hull. Everyone was busy getting laid and she was up here. Shaking her head in frustration she climbed up the mast and sat at her perch, pulling out her lute once again and singing a lost sailor song. The sad, soft tone filtered down onto the deck and her notes mixed with the words she sang.
((I was thinking more close to dusk. *Shrug* Night's fine. Felixia has said it, it must now be canon!))
"You can sing too!" Luna said, appearing to have come out of nowhere, sitting cross legged next to Felixia, "Damn, you cover the whole spectrum of sexy. There are some choice words I've love to hear in that voice of yours."
"You can sing too!" Luna said, appearing to have come out of nowhere, sitting cross legged next to Felixia, "Damn, you cover the whole spectrum of sexy. There are some choice words I've love to hear in that voice of yours."
Felixia_Luna
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 15, 2011
(( Wurtmuffins.....you literally pop out of nowhere every time me and you talk in the rp, lol ))
"And what words would those be?" She asked, still strumming out the notes and tune on her lute. She leaned back against the edge so she could see the other woman more.
"And what words would those be?" She asked, still strumming out the notes and tune on her lute. She leaned back against the edge so she could see the other woman more.
Silver117
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jul 18, 2010
Back in his quarters Damion was busy working on his biggest project yet. If this worked then, he would be able to heal them insantly and from a far distance. "So far so good..." he said to himself. Once done he looks at his end result: a single white bullet.
He heads up to the deck checking the night sky and nod to himself. Taking a small dagger, he stabbed himself in the chest. Fall to one knee, he quickly got his gun that was loaded with the white bullet. He shot himself in that area and fell to the ground. Seconds later, the wound on his chest quickly healed.
He heads up to the deck checking the night sky and nod to himself. Taking a small dagger, he stabbed himself in the chest. Fall to one knee, he quickly got his gun that was loaded with the white bullet. He shot himself in that area and fell to the ground. Seconds later, the wound on his chest quickly healed.
Felixia_Luna
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 15, 2011
"It's whatever you want it to be.....and Well.....ummmm....aye, I am." She smiled shyly and blushed some, putting her instrument away and getting up on her knees. She licked her lips in anticipation.
Luna laughed and looked down at the ship from the top of the mast, then back at Felixia, "Member of the high flyer club, huh?" She grabbed the shoulders of her leotard and peeled the leather outfit down, revealing her two massive breasts, "Take your pick." It had been a while since she had been with someone who really liked the milk play thing. Last time it was this older elf man who could spend all night suckling.
Felixia_Luna
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 15, 2011
Sitting up higher, she slowly grabbed the massive breasts and started to suck on a nipple. She bit it softly and licked it repeatedly, groping and massaging her milk jugs.
KnuckleBomb
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2011
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Tarot was consumed in total, featureless, darkness, his heart was racing, his breathing was labored and the short heavy breaths that rushed from his lungs faded quickly into the stagnancy of his surroundings. There were no walls for the sound of his panting to reverberate off of, he was running, just running through a never ending abyss, no sound came from his feet instead each step just fell silent against some nonexistent surface beneath him. Glancing downward somehow he could see his hands laid out in front of him as a faint luminosity surrounded them and revealed the pallid skin mottled with crimson stains. It was blood and Tarot knew exactly who's blood it was. The lifeblood of his master was on his hands, a substance that Tarot could never wash away. The Galley Master tried to scream but a tight grip encircled his throat and caught the shriek before it reached his lips.
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Tarot boosted himself from his mattress and into a sitting position, darkness became light once again and the abyssal world was torn asunder, the walls of his cabin rising up in its place. The pale man was screaming, his voice rasp. During his nightmare something stopped the noise from coming out but inside his room he must have been screaming during the entire ending of his dream. The Galley Master's cries weren't very loud only audible enough to fill his room, the sound probably didn't reach any farther than his closed cabin door.
Tarot's pale face was flushed pink, his brow slick with perspiration, his chest rising and falling as heavy breaths wheezed from his throat. He threw a groping hand against his chest and felt the rapid beat of his heart pounding underneath. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot as he moved his hand down to his abdomen, there was still a bit of tension but his muscles weren't nearly as tight as they were before, he could actually sit up now and soon he'd be able to walk the ship effortlessly again. His breathing was slowly returning to normal, he squirmed and kicked off his boots sending them rolling end-over-end to the corner of his cabin. He laid back against his bed and with a flick of his wrist and twist of his sleeve the Galley Master produced a playing card. A seven of hearts, he held the card aloft and then with a snap release he sent the card spinning through the air then repeated the motion with another card.
Card after card... each one traced a complicated series of loops and arcs before sailing into the opened mouths of his overturned boots that remained in the corner of his room. Tarot must have spent an entire hour just throwing cards until his boots were filled to the brim and his deck was empty. During the hour Tarot reflected on the nightmare he had, it was a familiar dream, he was trying to escape the thought of getting his master killed.
"Master Crowe"... he said breathlessly as he began to reminisce
Two whole years after his death Tarot managed to hold onto the image of his master. He was a swarthy middle-aged man with a full beard, tall and muscular, a renowned demon-blood that stalked the back alleys near the port where Tarot grew up. He spent five years under the man's tutelage when he reached the age of twenty. The man had a nasty drinking problem and often took his drunken aggression out on Tarot but for those five years he was the closest thing to a father figure he'd ever known. His master helped him perfect the art of illusion, trained him to believe that the hand is quicker than the eye and always managed to show up whenever Tarot got in over his head which happened more often than not. Over their five years together Tarot had become a carbon copy of his master in every way but appearance and alchohol addiction, his master became so impressed that he gave his apprentice the name that he bears to this day.
Tarot let loose a grim laugh and muttered a few words through the corner of his mouth "And how did you repay him? By getting him killed in an attempt to save your pathetic life." The galley master shook his head in a defeated way and climbed off of his mattress. He moved forward crossing the room over to his boots and after cleaning them out he slipped them back over his feet then proceeded through his cabin door and out into the hallway to wander around the Fulmine looking for the captain.
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Tarot was consumed in total, featureless, darkness, his heart was racing, his breathing was labored and the short heavy breaths that rushed from his lungs faded quickly into the stagnancy of his surroundings. There were no walls for the sound of his panting to reverberate off of, he was running, just running through a never ending abyss, no sound came from his feet instead each step just fell silent against some nonexistent surface beneath him. Glancing downward somehow he could see his hands laid out in front of him as a faint luminosity surrounded them and revealed the pallid skin mottled with crimson stains. It was blood and Tarot knew exactly who's blood it was. The lifeblood of his master was on his hands, a substance that Tarot could never wash away. The Galley Master tried to scream but a tight grip encircled his throat and caught the shriek before it reached his lips.
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Tarot boosted himself from his mattress and into a sitting position, darkness became light once again and the abyssal world was torn asunder, the walls of his cabin rising up in its place. The pale man was screaming, his voice rasp. During his nightmare something stopped the noise from coming out but inside his room he must have been screaming during the entire ending of his dream. The Galley Master's cries weren't very loud only audible enough to fill his room, the sound probably didn't reach any farther than his closed cabin door.
Tarot's pale face was flushed pink, his brow slick with perspiration, his chest rising and falling as heavy breaths wheezed from his throat. He threw a groping hand against his chest and felt the rapid beat of his heart pounding underneath. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot as he moved his hand down to his abdomen, there was still a bit of tension but his muscles weren't nearly as tight as they were before, he could actually sit up now and soon he'd be able to walk the ship effortlessly again. His breathing was slowly returning to normal, he squirmed and kicked off his boots sending them rolling end-over-end to the corner of his cabin. He laid back against his bed and with a flick of his wrist and twist of his sleeve the Galley Master produced a playing card. A seven of hearts, he held the card aloft and then with a snap release he sent the card spinning through the air then repeated the motion with another card.
Card after card... each one traced a complicated series of loops and arcs before sailing into the opened mouths of his overturned boots that remained in the corner of his room. Tarot must have spent an entire hour just throwing cards until his boots were filled to the brim and his deck was empty. During the hour Tarot reflected on the nightmare he had, it was a familiar dream, he was trying to escape the thought of getting his master killed.
"Master Crowe"... he said breathlessly as he began to reminisce
Two whole years after his death Tarot managed to hold onto the image of his master. He was a swarthy middle-aged man with a full beard, tall and muscular, a renowned demon-blood that stalked the back alleys near the port where Tarot grew up. He spent five years under the man's tutelage when he reached the age of twenty. The man had a nasty drinking problem and often took his drunken aggression out on Tarot but for those five years he was the closest thing to a father figure he'd ever known. His master helped him perfect the art of illusion, trained him to believe that the hand is quicker than the eye and always managed to show up whenever Tarot got in over his head which happened more often than not. Over their five years together Tarot had become a carbon copy of his master in every way but appearance and alchohol addiction, his master became so impressed that he gave his apprentice the name that he bears to this day.
Tarot let loose a grim laugh and muttered a few words through the corner of his mouth "And how did you repay him? By getting him killed in an attempt to save your pathetic life." The galley master shook his head in a defeated way and climbed off of his mattress. He moved forward crossing the room over to his boots and after cleaning them out he slipped them back over his feet then proceeded through his cabin door and out into the hallway to wander around the Fulmine looking for the captain.
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Felixia_Luna
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 15, 2011
She nodded in her breasts, her tongue moving up and down her soft flesh as her head moved. She bit harder on the woman's nipple and sucked harder, running her free down her chest to rub her between the woman's legs. Her leotard did nothing to hide the shape of her love hole.
Felixia_Luna
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 15, 2011
She giggled around the new nipple and nodded, biting down on the nipple as she nodded. Sliding her hand into the leotard, she slid a couple fingers into her, fingering her quickly and roughly. Biting down on the nipple, she kept hold and pulled her head back alil, pulling on it and letting it snap back into place.
Luna laughed at this action, and was getting just more wet. She finally removed Felixia's arm from her and pushed her back, looking the girl in the eye, "My room, now. Captain doesn't like it when I make a mess all over his ship." She didn't bother pulling her leotard back up, just letting her breasts swing and bounce freely as she clambered down the mast quickly, expecting Felixia to follow her to her room."
Felixia_Luna
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 15, 2011
Scrambling up onto her feet, she followed after Luna, jumping over the side and rappelling down on the ropes hanging from the mast. Landing lightly on her feet, she followed after Luna, her hand keeping on her ass the entire time and squeezing it. Sometimes when they slowed down some, she spanked the older woman repeatedly.
Felixia_Luna
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 15, 2011
She quickly stripped out of her clothing and tossed it into the corner, smiling as the woman took in her nakedness. "Hmmmm, how about this...." She pulled out her pistol and flipped it around so that the butt of it was pointing up. She tackled her onto her bed and used the pistol butt to rub against her dripping cunt eagerly.
Felixia_Luna
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 15, 2011
Giggling at her slutiness, she rubbed her harder and faster with the gun, digging in hard. Leaning up, she licked her neck and bit it hard, holding onto her as she bucked in pleasure. She continued to bite her all over her neck, and go back later to lick over the place she bit an to kiss it.
Luna raised her voice in a moan, higher and higher until she felt release, her tensed muscles relaxing, "Oh fuck. You're a fiesty Pirate." The Night Elf gushed, grabbing her face and forcing it to her crotch, "Clean it up, then come here and share some of that with me."
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