Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Hello there. I'm Slayer. I'll keep this request simple. I've been roleplaying for about 12 years now. I'm looking for a dominant male or female to roleplay with. I'll be playing a femboy (crossdresser/transvestite) or even a transsexual if you prefer that. Dark roleplays are welcome, and I'll even partake in the death of my own character. Check my F-List in my signature.
Anyway... some pairings and settings:
Serial killer x Pet/Victim(s) (Perhaps my character is a boy the killer keeps and forces to partake in his/her dark acts? Also willing to play various victims in succession.) Always down for this one.
Master/Mistress x Slave
Father x Son
Steampunk setting Craving
A Reasonable Sort of Detective Story
H.P. Lovecraft/Call of Cthulhu setting Craving
Married Man x Son's friend
Over-the-Top Action/Horror (think Grindhouse)
Fantasy settingPicked up some fantasy books and it rekindled my love for the genre. It's been a while since I played D&D, so you will have to bear with me on that matter. However, I would be extremely interested in a Fantasy RP.
I am not looking for an arranged marriage scenario. Nor do I want something like Princess x Bodyguard. Our characters would be two independent people who cross paths or reluctantly join together. You make your character, I make mine.
Forewarning, my character will probably be some scantily-clad femboy mage. Also, the story will be plot-driven.
Modern setting
Firefly-esque
Taboo pairings -- seduction, cuckolding, incest, non-consensual. Open to all your naughty ideas.
Femboy/Transsexual mistress x Slave Because you know you wanna get fucked by a cruel boy in thigh highs <3
Science Fiction/Cyberpunk Something akin to Shadowrun, maybe? Or we could do a freeform sort of Mass Effect RP.
. Craving.
Feel free to suggest something as well. I'm open to ideas.
I only do PM and thread roleplays.
Got starter posts that you're welcome to PM me a reply to.
Apply if you're willing to play multiple characters for this gangbang scene.
Picture PairingsALL PICTURES ARE NSFW
Like a picture? Choose a setting from my list or pitch an idea! Would love to play with you!
Punk Rock Slut is a happy slut. Craving a plot with this boy.
Waiting for Daddy
So Many, and Still Not Enough
Drunk with Cum
Men's Room Starlet Can you tell I like gangbangs?
Pre-Stripping Selfie
An Afternoon with Daddy Craving this blonde. Bring your own Dom.
Little Devil
Trophy Slut Great pic.
Chocolate
Pornstar Debut
Club Kid
Latex Pains
A Kiss for Every Cock
Fuck Bunny
Addicted to Futa Cock
Loving Daddy's Savage Thrusts
It'll Be Our Secret, Daddy
Not So Shy
Ruining the Bride
Another Slut in Leather
Goth Slut
Cam Girl
A Look That Says, "Come fuck me, Daddy"
Goth Seductress. Guaranteed to make you forget your wife.
Fuckable with Pink Hair.
Teahouse Hooker
Playful Blonde Cocktease
Nerdy Fuckdoll
Teen Vixen
Fresh Fucked and Eager
Anyway... some pairings and settings:
Serial killer x Pet/Victim(s) (Perhaps my character is a boy the killer keeps and forces to partake in his/her dark acts? Also willing to play various victims in succession.) Always down for this one.
Master/Mistress x Slave
Father x Son
Steampunk setting Craving
A Reasonable Sort of Detective Story
H.P. Lovecraft/Call of Cthulhu setting Craving
Married Man x Son's friend
Over-the-Top Action/Horror (think Grindhouse)
Fantasy settingPicked up some fantasy books and it rekindled my love for the genre. It's been a while since I played D&D, so you will have to bear with me on that matter. However, I would be extremely interested in a Fantasy RP.
I am not looking for an arranged marriage scenario. Nor do I want something like Princess x Bodyguard. Our characters would be two independent people who cross paths or reluctantly join together. You make your character, I make mine.
Forewarning, my character will probably be some scantily-clad femboy mage. Also, the story will be plot-driven.
Modern setting
Firefly-esque
Taboo pairings -- seduction, cuckolding, incest, non-consensual. Open to all your naughty ideas.
Femboy/Transsexual mistress x Slave Because you know you wanna get fucked by a cruel boy in thigh highs <3
Science Fiction/Cyberpunk Something akin to Shadowrun, maybe? Or we could do a freeform sort of Mass Effect RP.
Dieselpunk setting for the onset of Russia's involvement in WWII. Russia has a booming steel industry and faces the armies of Eastern Europe. The western towns and cities of Russia are bolstered by expansive armor divisions, encouraging the local people to aid in the construction and maintenance of tanks. This makes ordinary farmers able-bodied engineers and mechanics, which causes tanks to be more common than cars. The Soviets can provide all the materials for tanks, but struggle to provide food and clothes. Tanks are customized by the families who own them, complete with auto-loaders and high-powered diesel engines. A tank crew can be as few as two people. The story begins with a young Russian (femboy or female) called up to serve with his/her family's tank and traces the Russian battles.
So this would be historical fiction. A lot of leeway here, which entails room for discussion. I stress the dieselpunk setting, but this only implies some advanced technology to the relative period. I also want depth to the characters. Their feelings on Communism, their conflicted morals as dutiful soldier and ordinary human. Their doubts about the war, the government, the disparity they see as they roll through Russia, Europe and eventually Germany.
Your character can be a crewmember with mine who knows them beforehand or has been assigned to their tank. Your character can be another pilot of a tank, there is even room for mercenary tank pilots in this. I am nit interested in the cliche of soldiers from opposing sides falling in love. Romance for this plot is going to be extremely subordinate to the plot itself. I want action, inner struggle and that general malaise you feel at the end of a good war movie where nothing is rectified.
So this would be historical fiction. A lot of leeway here, which entails room for discussion. I stress the dieselpunk setting, but this only implies some advanced technology to the relative period. I also want depth to the characters. Their feelings on Communism, their conflicted morals as dutiful soldier and ordinary human. Their doubts about the war, the government, the disparity they see as they roll through Russia, Europe and eventually Germany.
Your character can be a crewmember with mine who knows them beforehand or has been assigned to their tank. Your character can be another pilot of a tank, there is even room for mercenary tank pilots in this. I am nit interested in the cliche of soldiers from opposing sides falling in love. Romance for this plot is going to be extremely subordinate to the plot itself. I want action, inner struggle and that general malaise you feel at the end of a good war movie where nothing is rectified.
Feel free to suggest something as well. I'm open to ideas.
I only do PM and thread roleplays.
Got starter posts that you're welcome to PM me a reply to.
Avery clicked quickly down the street home from school. He rushed to be back in the security of his home, out of sight from whatever camera 'X' was using to watch him. The femboy, scantily garbed in a lolita school girl outfit, regretted his choice of outfit, as he knew X had his eye on him. His thighs wore a pair of pink and black candy-striped stockings, leading up and hooking to garters that disappeared beneath the many layers of his lacy black pleated skirt. A bright pink sleeveless blouse was tied around his chest, unbuttoned to show a complete lack of breasts. A pair of dangerously tall 6-inch black stilettos were on his feet, clicking desperately the final blocks home. His shoulder-length platinum blonde curls fell about his shoulders, his face painted heavily in make-up and his lips a glossy pink. The demure high school freshman was allowed his sexual freedom by his neo-Liberal parents, and now he regretted it.
A few months ago, on a popular forum, he'd met a mysterious man who told him he was beautiful, while presenting an impossible picture of Avery masturbating at home. From the angle, Avery surmised that whoever this person was he'd hacked into the boy's laptop and watched him through the webcam. Such brazen invasion of privacy didn't frighten Avery, it aroused him. He began to dress more provocatively each day, being gifted with new pics of him from CCTV at intersections, at his high school, at restaurants. His admirer followed him thoroughly, stalked him artfully, and even began to seduce the boy from a curious email designated simply as 'X'. Heels, lingerie, and bondage equipment came in the mail. It all fit Avery perfectly, and he showcased it to X through an anonymous webfeed. Until X showed the boy a video he'd made...
Avery opened a link to another mirror site impossible to trace. The video started with two people in the middle of sex. One was tied up on the bed, whimpering and begging for his life. The other-- X was savagely thrusting into the boy. His face was covered by a leather hood, his hand pinning the boy's chest down into the bed. What Avery mistook as orgasmic moans were soon discovered to be pained cries of terror, the pleading of someone who knew they were about to be murdered. This wasn't just some roleplay video, it was pure snuff. X laughed at the boy's pleas, insisting that, "No, no, no, bitch: you're still gonna die." His laughter continued as he seized the boy's throat from behind, lifting him to a kneeling position, pounding with vicious fervor. A triumphant growl could be heard as the killer approached climax, fucking hard and deep and fast into his victim while the tiny frame beat and kicked feebly against restraints, arched and bucked to get away. "Oh yes! Fuck yes! Fucking take it!" He taunted with each hard thrust, lightening his grip a bit, wanting to keep his victim alive until he came. With a dark howl, he thrust inside deeply, exploding his seed inside the boy and causing the youth to sob in shame. X leaned forward, now forcing the boy's face down into the sheet's, smothering him in the bed as his thrusts slowed and the boy he raped began to flail slower. Slower. Falling limp, and then his legs twitching. X heaved a low groan of satisfaction, pulling out and looking at the camera. "I'm coming for you, Avery."
Avery tried to distance himself from the whole thing. He went to his parents, who went to the cops, but the cops couldn't find any trace of him interacting with X. As far as they knew, the man didn't exist. And yet, Avery still received photos of himself out in public, long emails talking about the pointlessness of resisting, how he should give in to his new master. Apparently, X was looking for a pet and had settled on Avery, and he wouldn't accept "no" for an answer. His parents became frustrated by his insistence, by his pleading for them not to leave this week for vacation. But they refused; told him to "Grow up", and left. He'd made it home, locked the door and hurried along to find some comfort food in his kitchen. X hadn't contacted him in a few weeks. Had he left Avery alone? Or had he closed the distance to his prey?
A few months ago, on a popular forum, he'd met a mysterious man who told him he was beautiful, while presenting an impossible picture of Avery masturbating at home. From the angle, Avery surmised that whoever this person was he'd hacked into the boy's laptop and watched him through the webcam. Such brazen invasion of privacy didn't frighten Avery, it aroused him. He began to dress more provocatively each day, being gifted with new pics of him from CCTV at intersections, at his high school, at restaurants. His admirer followed him thoroughly, stalked him artfully, and even began to seduce the boy from a curious email designated simply as 'X'. Heels, lingerie, and bondage equipment came in the mail. It all fit Avery perfectly, and he showcased it to X through an anonymous webfeed. Until X showed the boy a video he'd made...
Avery opened a link to another mirror site impossible to trace. The video started with two people in the middle of sex. One was tied up on the bed, whimpering and begging for his life. The other-- X was savagely thrusting into the boy. His face was covered by a leather hood, his hand pinning the boy's chest down into the bed. What Avery mistook as orgasmic moans were soon discovered to be pained cries of terror, the pleading of someone who knew they were about to be murdered. This wasn't just some roleplay video, it was pure snuff. X laughed at the boy's pleas, insisting that, "No, no, no, bitch: you're still gonna die." His laughter continued as he seized the boy's throat from behind, lifting him to a kneeling position, pounding with vicious fervor. A triumphant growl could be heard as the killer approached climax, fucking hard and deep and fast into his victim while the tiny frame beat and kicked feebly against restraints, arched and bucked to get away. "Oh yes! Fuck yes! Fucking take it!" He taunted with each hard thrust, lightening his grip a bit, wanting to keep his victim alive until he came. With a dark howl, he thrust inside deeply, exploding his seed inside the boy and causing the youth to sob in shame. X leaned forward, now forcing the boy's face down into the sheet's, smothering him in the bed as his thrusts slowed and the boy he raped began to flail slower. Slower. Falling limp, and then his legs twitching. X heaved a low groan of satisfaction, pulling out and looking at the camera. "I'm coming for you, Avery."
Avery tried to distance himself from the whole thing. He went to his parents, who went to the cops, but the cops couldn't find any trace of him interacting with X. As far as they knew, the man didn't exist. And yet, Avery still received photos of himself out in public, long emails talking about the pointlessness of resisting, how he should give in to his new master. Apparently, X was looking for a pet and had settled on Avery, and he wouldn't accept "no" for an answer. His parents became frustrated by his insistence, by his pleading for them not to leave this week for vacation. But they refused; told him to "Grow up", and left. He'd made it home, locked the door and hurried along to find some comfort food in his kitchen. X hadn't contacted him in a few weeks. Had he left Avery alone? Or had he closed the distance to his prey?
I am willing to play either role for this one.
The premise is a father and son. The son is about sixteen and the father is in his mid-forties. The boy's mother recently passes away and he must go live with his father. Both have a couple secrets. The mother let her son be transgender, and now he is a 24/7 femboy. He dresses extremely slutty because he is a complete slut. His father has a much darker secret: he's a serial rapist. When Daddy meets his son, he seduces him and introduces him to his secret. Instead of being horrified, the femboy wishes to join in the fun.
I am open to various settings and time periods for this. I see it as us playing the main roles and having several successive side characters as well. I am willing to play a series of victims, male and female, for this. May also meld into a bit of extreme-exotic. Whatever you're comfortable with, or your kinky heart desires.
The premise is a father and son. The son is about sixteen and the father is in his mid-forties. The boy's mother recently passes away and he must go live with his father. Both have a couple secrets. The mother let her son be transgender, and now he is a 24/7 femboy. He dresses extremely slutty because he is a complete slut. His father has a much darker secret: he's a serial rapist. When Daddy meets his son, he seduces him and introduces him to his secret. Instead of being horrified, the femboy wishes to join in the fun.
I am open to various settings and time periods for this. I see it as us playing the main roles and having several successive side characters as well. I am willing to play a series of victims, male and female, for this. May also meld into a bit of extreme-exotic. Whatever you're comfortable with, or your kinky heart desires.
Chloe Harteley stretched as he made his way back into the lockerroom. A thick layer of sweat was on his body after Pilates finished and he spent an hour jogging on the treadmill. The femboy made girls at CrossFit feel ashamed of their bodies. He had an ass that stretched his yoga pants tighter than they ever dreamed and his utter lack of breasts did nothing to stop the men from drooling over him. Like so many sluts, he went to the gym in full make-up and a fashionable attire (as pictured).
It was no small secret that people went to the gym to find a good fuck. Especially when it came to homosexual men and the femboys who loved the sweaty bodybuilders. The gym was the modern-day bathhouse of Roman times, and the lockerroom was where you found cock. Chloe knew this as he sauntered his way through the showers. "Hey, boys," he cooed to the half dozen men cleaning themselves, "Why not get steamy before you take off?" He lay a hand on his hip, his rear swaying as he walked passed towards his locker and one hand over his shoulder, gesturing whoever to follow him with one finger.
It was no small secret that people went to the gym to find a good fuck. Especially when it came to homosexual men and the femboys who loved the sweaty bodybuilders. The gym was the modern-day bathhouse of Roman times, and the lockerroom was where you found cock. Chloe knew this as he sauntered his way through the showers. "Hey, boys," he cooed to the half dozen men cleaning themselves, "Why not get steamy before you take off?" He lay a hand on his hip, his rear swaying as he walked passed towards his locker and one hand over his shoulder, gesturing whoever to follow him with one finger.
The coastal hamlet of Ryogatte was a modest human village nestled on the foot hills of a wide valley. It was a stop for many travelers seeking fame and employment elsewhere, yet one that was unavoidable. It was the only village for another hundred miles in any direction with only one road cutting through it to lend hope for quick departure. Only criminals and nobles dared to bypass Ryogatte as a stop, for the town was ever full of every class of mercenary. This place was known for bloodshed, brothels and taverns, with none to deny themselves the luxuries of anything Ryogatte offered.
The midday sun shown softly through a thick blanket of gray skies. Not even light could bear its full brilliance upon the ragged waypoint. The fog hung low, as though to keep this forsaken place hidden from the gods themselves and left the inhabitants to their own devices. The merchants were out in force in spite of the glib day, native merchants accustomed to the perpetual haze while traveling merchants were eager to seize upon a quick coin from the passing clientele. Children were sparsely seen, and even at this early afternoon the prostitutes could be seen in their rouge and lace.
A large crowd was gathered along the thoroughfare in front of Kresby's Pub. A natural ring of on-lookers assembled for another scrap, as was common and unavoidable in Ryogatte. The contest before them was rare indeed, one that would shake their notions of gender and strength. On one side stood a ragtag assortment of four men. Two humans, an orc and a troll had gathered to fight a towering woman. Hilda Feldspar was a fabled warrior. Her father was a mountain giant, her mother an unfortunate rape victim who died in the birth of the colossal white-haired woman. She had been raised in a warrior's guild by men who believed her to be cursed or sent from the gods. Every day since she could stand had been a brutal fight for honor, now at the age of thirty-two she was the most hardened feminine being to grace the land.
She stood seven-feet six inches tall, the heels of her boots making her a staggering seven-foot eight. Running up her powerful legs was a pair of rawhide leather thigh high boots with bronze greaves protecting her shins, ankles and knees. On her waist was a sort of breastplate that clasped around her stomach and supported her 36JJ breasts. A sleeveless chainmail top was under her bronze breastplate, covering her entire torso with a chainmail hood so that her collar and cleavage were lightly protected. A pair of rawhide leather gloves reached up to each of her shoulders. Her left arm was covered in bronze platemail from her shoulder down to the back of her hand. The skirting of her armor stretched around her immense hips and rode high up between her thighs. Her short white hair was brushed haphazardly to one side, her brilliant green eyes lowered in calculated indifference.
The men shouted obscenities to her while she slipped her shield from her shoulders. It was a round shield of solid bronze, four-feet in diameter. She drew her bastard sword, a long blade of five-and-a-half feet in length that was seven inches wide. The shield fell to the ground with a resounding thud that shook the dirt between them and she stabbed her sword a couple feet into the soil. "You still have a chance to walk away," she said flatly, her voice boomed out over the jeering crowd in a thick, deep tone.
"I will never back down from a fight, especially not one with a woman," the orc said, readying into his stance. Hilda smirked to herself, shook her head lightly, then readied herself for the fight. She rolled out her shoulders, cracked her neck on each side with a pop that sent chills down the spines of on-lookers. Her foot slid forward, her fists raised and even hunched over she stood at over six-feet tall.
The troll charged in first, arm cocked back for a punch. Hilda feinted to the inside, dodging to the left side of the troll as his arm swung out. Her left arm shot up to deflect the blow and her left knee swung up to crush the troll's ribs on the right side of his body. Her right hand hooked behind the creature's head, her left arm pivoting to strike straightly into the side of the troll's face as she pulled him into the punch. Hilda felt the troll's cheek cave in, felt his teeth snap from inside his gums before delivering another pair of punches with her left. Her right arm snatched the left arm of the troll, planting her feet and pivoting with her left shoulder thrust into the seven-foot beast. She swung him off-balance, throwing him toward a human who tried to feint to her right.
Hilda spun on toe to the right, swinging her leg out like a sledgehammer to slam her ankle into the side of a human's head who'd tried to move behind her. The orc had kept to the outside of the fight, seeking an opening to make his attack and finding none. Two of his companions were already out of the quarrel, with the human twitching a death rattle on the ground behind her. Hilda rushed toward the orc, only to pause as she felt a leg kick feebly at the back of her knee. Her head shot back to an awe-stricken human. He put up his hands in surrender and found the giant woman turning toward him. She gripped his head with both hands and pulled him into a headbutt that left a crater in the front of his skull.
Blood spewed up from his head and his body dropped slowly to a kneeling position while Hilda turned back to the orc. The greenskin had picked up his battleaxe from the edge of the fighter's circle. He was already rushing back and raised it to swing, but Hilda stepped into the attack. Her hands gripped the handle just above where the orc gripped it. His eyes widened in shock and then he shot across the ground from a sharp kick to his chest. Hilda straightened up and walked casually over toward him with the axe cradled in her grip. "No, no! Please!" He crawled backwards on the ground. She raised the axe up, then brought it down to cleave him from his left shoulder down to his right hip. His blood sprayed over the crowd, and she was still not done.
The troll was on hands and knees, coughing up teeth while he tried to blink himself back to consciousness. He would see the shadow of the towering woman drawing closer, looking to the side to see her approach. "I yield!" he growled, spitting up more teeth. He reached out his hand to stop her, feeling it gripped in her hand and watching her right leg lift straight up above her head before it came crashing down in the same way the axe had fell on his friend. Her heel smashed into the back of the troll's head, snapping his head forward and causing him to fall flat on the ground like a ragdoll.
The white-haired woman stood for a moment, looking over the four dead mercenaries. Her cold eyes leveled at the crowd around her, their gaping mouths and their horrified faces. Her breath was even, controlled. She hardly broke a sweat dispatching them. With the same resolve she walked into the fight, she walked determined to her shield and sword to restore them to her back. "No one touch them until tomorrow. I want you all to see what happens when you challenge me," she said simply before walking back toward the pub. The crowd parted for her, giving the towering woman a respectful berth to move through.
The midday sun shown softly through a thick blanket of gray skies. Not even light could bear its full brilliance upon the ragged waypoint. The fog hung low, as though to keep this forsaken place hidden from the gods themselves and left the inhabitants to their own devices. The merchants were out in force in spite of the glib day, native merchants accustomed to the perpetual haze while traveling merchants were eager to seize upon a quick coin from the passing clientele. Children were sparsely seen, and even at this early afternoon the prostitutes could be seen in their rouge and lace.
A large crowd was gathered along the thoroughfare in front of Kresby's Pub. A natural ring of on-lookers assembled for another scrap, as was common and unavoidable in Ryogatte. The contest before them was rare indeed, one that would shake their notions of gender and strength. On one side stood a ragtag assortment of four men. Two humans, an orc and a troll had gathered to fight a towering woman. Hilda Feldspar was a fabled warrior. Her father was a mountain giant, her mother an unfortunate rape victim who died in the birth of the colossal white-haired woman. She had been raised in a warrior's guild by men who believed her to be cursed or sent from the gods. Every day since she could stand had been a brutal fight for honor, now at the age of thirty-two she was the most hardened feminine being to grace the land.
She stood seven-feet six inches tall, the heels of her boots making her a staggering seven-foot eight. Running up her powerful legs was a pair of rawhide leather thigh high boots with bronze greaves protecting her shins, ankles and knees. On her waist was a sort of breastplate that clasped around her stomach and supported her 36JJ breasts. A sleeveless chainmail top was under her bronze breastplate, covering her entire torso with a chainmail hood so that her collar and cleavage were lightly protected. A pair of rawhide leather gloves reached up to each of her shoulders. Her left arm was covered in bronze platemail from her shoulder down to the back of her hand. The skirting of her armor stretched around her immense hips and rode high up between her thighs. Her short white hair was brushed haphazardly to one side, her brilliant green eyes lowered in calculated indifference.
The men shouted obscenities to her while she slipped her shield from her shoulders. It was a round shield of solid bronze, four-feet in diameter. She drew her bastard sword, a long blade of five-and-a-half feet in length that was seven inches wide. The shield fell to the ground with a resounding thud that shook the dirt between them and she stabbed her sword a couple feet into the soil. "You still have a chance to walk away," she said flatly, her voice boomed out over the jeering crowd in a thick, deep tone.
"I will never back down from a fight, especially not one with a woman," the orc said, readying into his stance. Hilda smirked to herself, shook her head lightly, then readied herself for the fight. She rolled out her shoulders, cracked her neck on each side with a pop that sent chills down the spines of on-lookers. Her foot slid forward, her fists raised and even hunched over she stood at over six-feet tall.
The troll charged in first, arm cocked back for a punch. Hilda feinted to the inside, dodging to the left side of the troll as his arm swung out. Her left arm shot up to deflect the blow and her left knee swung up to crush the troll's ribs on the right side of his body. Her right hand hooked behind the creature's head, her left arm pivoting to strike straightly into the side of the troll's face as she pulled him into the punch. Hilda felt the troll's cheek cave in, felt his teeth snap from inside his gums before delivering another pair of punches with her left. Her right arm snatched the left arm of the troll, planting her feet and pivoting with her left shoulder thrust into the seven-foot beast. She swung him off-balance, throwing him toward a human who tried to feint to her right.
Hilda spun on toe to the right, swinging her leg out like a sledgehammer to slam her ankle into the side of a human's head who'd tried to move behind her. The orc had kept to the outside of the fight, seeking an opening to make his attack and finding none. Two of his companions were already out of the quarrel, with the human twitching a death rattle on the ground behind her. Hilda rushed toward the orc, only to pause as she felt a leg kick feebly at the back of her knee. Her head shot back to an awe-stricken human. He put up his hands in surrender and found the giant woman turning toward him. She gripped his head with both hands and pulled him into a headbutt that left a crater in the front of his skull.
Blood spewed up from his head and his body dropped slowly to a kneeling position while Hilda turned back to the orc. The greenskin had picked up his battleaxe from the edge of the fighter's circle. He was already rushing back and raised it to swing, but Hilda stepped into the attack. Her hands gripped the handle just above where the orc gripped it. His eyes widened in shock and then he shot across the ground from a sharp kick to his chest. Hilda straightened up and walked casually over toward him with the axe cradled in her grip. "No, no! Please!" He crawled backwards on the ground. She raised the axe up, then brought it down to cleave him from his left shoulder down to his right hip. His blood sprayed over the crowd, and she was still not done.
The troll was on hands and knees, coughing up teeth while he tried to blink himself back to consciousness. He would see the shadow of the towering woman drawing closer, looking to the side to see her approach. "I yield!" he growled, spitting up more teeth. He reached out his hand to stop her, feeling it gripped in her hand and watching her right leg lift straight up above her head before it came crashing down in the same way the axe had fell on his friend. Her heel smashed into the back of the troll's head, snapping his head forward and causing him to fall flat on the ground like a ragdoll.
The white-haired woman stood for a moment, looking over the four dead mercenaries. Her cold eyes leveled at the crowd around her, their gaping mouths and their horrified faces. Her breath was even, controlled. She hardly broke a sweat dispatching them. With the same resolve she walked into the fight, she walked determined to her shield and sword to restore them to her back. "No one touch them until tomorrow. I want you all to see what happens when you challenge me," she said simply before walking back toward the pub. The crowd parted for her, giving the towering woman a respectful berth to move through.
Picture PairingsALL PICTURES ARE NSFW
Like a picture? Choose a setting from my list or pitch an idea! Would love to play with you!
Punk Rock Slut is a happy slut. Craving a plot with this boy.
Waiting for Daddy
So Many, and Still Not Enough
Drunk with Cum
Men's Room Starlet Can you tell I like gangbangs?
Pre-Stripping Selfie
An Afternoon with Daddy Craving this blonde. Bring your own Dom.
Little Devil
Trophy Slut Great pic.
Chocolate
Pornstar Debut
Club Kid
Latex Pains
A Kiss for Every Cock
Fuck Bunny
Addicted to Futa Cock
Loving Daddy's Savage Thrusts
It'll Be Our Secret, Daddy
Not So Shy
Ruining the Bride
Another Slut in Leather
Goth Slut
Cam Girl
A Look That Says, "Come fuck me, Daddy"
Goth Seductress. Guaranteed to make you forget your wife.
Fuckable with Pink Hair.
Teahouse Hooker
Playful Blonde Cocktease
Nerdy Fuckdoll
Teen Vixen
Fresh Fucked and Eager