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Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | Balthier turned around, looking at the girl who just came in. She was young, perhaps as old as Vaan, or Penelo. Was she the woman who would give him the time of his life? She was certainly an attractive little thing. The former judge walked closer, scanning the girl from head to toe. She had very peculiar eyes, ones he is seemingly attracted to. When he stood next to her, their height difference became apparent."Treasure?..You seem abit young to be a treasure hunter arent you girl?"Upon closer inspection, her skin tone told him she was from a hot climate. Of course, the clothing pretty much told him that anyways. "I am Balthier, a sky pirate. May i know your name?". Balthier wasted no time, getting to know her. Afterall, he know what he wants out of this encounter. He took a glass of wine, and poured it for himself, but when he went to pour some for her, he stopped. "How..old are you?" He asked her. He wanted to do this right, he wont get an underaged girl drunk, even if it is a girl he's trying to bang. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | "I guess," Rikku said with a slight shrug, the braids from her unique hair style swaying from the action. For a good chunk of her life, she'd been hunting after treasure. It was just something the Al Bhed did and were well known for.Green eyes with distinctive swirls of the Al Bhed watching the tall andveryhandsome man move about the room. Granted, she was short, but her body was still very devolped and not particularly clothed in much, still dressed as her Thief job class. His name sounded strange to her, almost foriegn. Was he even from Spira? He was clothed in material that was familiar, but the style...she had never seen it before, but she almost wanted to lick her lips because this man was most definitely the best looking she had ever come across. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. There were some instances where bodily pleasure could be as good as treasure."Huh? Oh, my name is Rikku." She told him, having been rather distracted by his accent and the way his body moved, and then added a moment later when he asked, "I just recently turned 18." She had been 15 when Tidus had come to Spira, when she had joined her cousin Yuna in her fight against Sin. When they, her, Yuna, and Paine, had formed the GullWings to raid Spira for the valuable dress spheres, she had been 17. So they'd been doing their treasure hunting for little over a year now."Would you mind if I sit?" Rikku asked him, her hand batting at some blonde strands of hair that had fallen into her eyes. Her other hand was still resting upon a curvy hip, on top of the tan material of her short skirt. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | Balthier looked around, and saw two chairs in the room. Whatever mischief he was planning, the young man didnt show, his poker face remained perfect throughout his charade. When he got to one of the chairs, he lifted it up slightly, and slammed it to the ground, breaking it into small wooden fragments. Balthier dusted off his hands as if he just did something that made complete sense."Well, as you can see. I would love to offer you a seat, but theres only one chair in the room, so perhaps my lady should sit on my lap?"He sat and leaned back on the one remaining wooden chair after pulling it to the middle of the room. He had seen women dress provocatively, but never to the point of wearing clothings that didnt cover anything. Even Fran wore more than this girl, and thats saying alot. Of course he wasnt complaining, as her body was curved in all the right places."In fact, if you do so, you just might find the treasure you've been wanting so much." He shamelessly continued. Balthier is nothing if not confident. He has that swagger that tells everyone around him 'im the leading male character', and it had driven many women crazy, with either lust, or annoyance. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | Rikku's blonde brow quirked as she observed the sky pirate's action and she found an amused smile breaking out across her lips. "Oh? What kind of treasure do you have for me?" she questioned as she dropped her gloved hand from her hip to move closer, the ends of her sunset hued scarf swaying with her movements.She came to stand directly in front of Balthier, green eyes sliding across the length of his body, before deciding to go ahead and play his game. It's not like an oppurtunity such as this one would present itself again anytime soon. Sitting on his lap, though not straddling, her arm clothed in that odd peach colored bow sleeve laid itself across his shoulders. Fingertips traced the side of his neck.Sitting like this gave the sky pirate a very nice view of the young woman's cleavage not small, but not large either, probably in the range of a nice, full handful that the yellow bikini top gave her. Matching yellow straps of the underwear could be seen peeking out from the skirt, resting on her curved hips. She crossed her long, smooth legs, her free hand pulling the scarf from her before dropping it onto the floor."What kind of treasure can you offer a Sphere Hunter like me?" |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | He grinned subtly, eyes grazing her body slightly before locking into those captivating exotic green orbs. "How about i give you hints?" He said in a low voice. He took of the many coloured rings on his fingers and dropped each one of them down on top of her discarded scarf."The shape is not that of a sphere, its more of a ..shaft"His hands moved so swiftly to her bandana and removed it without a sound, that Balthier may as well be a thief also. He certainly stole alot of attention wherever he went. His gentle hands went about the duty of making her hair go down, letting the flowing blond locks fall upon her bare backs."Its a treasure many women, as well as a few men, have chased, but very few ever obtained."His hands transitioned from the back of her neck, to her sides, brushing ever so slowly, before finding a comfortable spot on her hips. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | Rikku's long blonde hair spilled free and tumbled down her back, save the beaded braids. She wasn't used to people looking at her free hair but she found his eyes roaming her strangely erotic. Her green eyes looked into his own as she smiled slowly. "I must be very lucky, then."His very soft touches on her body were making her heat up in the best possible way. She peeled the gloves off of her hands and dropped them into the small pile forming beside the chair. Next were her arms sleeves and she slipped off her shoes, now she was just sitting in the main parts of her clothes."I can see how you could be a treasure," she said with a small smirk of a smile. She had the urge to lick her lips again, but did not. "So how is it I'm lucky enough to receive such a treasure?" |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | "Oh i'd like to think you didnt find the treasure.." His voice lowered to a sensual whisper. One that holds back a fiery passion behind those calm cool eyes. The man seemed to have plans, all his movements were perfectly calculated, all had a goal, a bigger picture in the grand schemes of things. Taking both her hands and placing them on his lips for a light kiss, the man proceeded to place the two soft hands on a growing bulge in his pants."I'd like to think..The treasure found you.."His lips grazed hers like a cloud would a mountaintop. Just barely. Leaving her hungry for more, as he pulled back just before anything else could happen. He didnt forget about her hands of course, he pressed them harder down on the tent in his pants, the silky fabric feeling nice on his shaft. Then he let go of her hand, his own hands unbuttoning the shirt he's wearing. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | Rikku's eyes glazed with pleasure at the light brush of his lips, but it last only a second and then he pulled back. It made her tingle hotly and she wanted more. Her hands felt the bulge and this time, she gave into the urge to lick her lips, her tongue sliding across her plump lips."You make it sound like I'm a treasure," she murmured somewhat distracted by each inch of skin slowly being revealed to her as he unbuttoned his shirt. One hand lightly tightened its grasp upon to the already impressive shaft through his silk.Her teeth nibbled upon her lower lip and she shuffled her legs, uncrossing them as the heat between her thighs was becoming a little uncomfortable. Never had she felt passion build so quickly as it was seeming to do with him. The sky pirate had to be the most delicious man she'd ever laid eyes on. When he finished unbuttoning his shirt, she helped slide it off and moved both hands up to smooth them over his skin, admiring it. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | "You are..a very wonderfull one at that." Came his swift ensuring reply. Balthier is starting to understand what Fate had meant, he certainly was going to enjoy this girl alot.Once more he grazed her lips, this time enjoying a prolonged soft Kiss that grew hotter by the seconds, distracting her from his wandering hand that made quick work of her bikini top, making the pile of discarded clothing next to them grow bigger and bigger. Once she was topless, Balthier rubbed his chest on her nipples, pulling away from her lips, leaving his own lips dangle tantalizingly close to her neck as he tortured her body, not allowing her to get the intensity she craves."We have all night my dear..I'll be your leading man..Over and over.." A quick lick to her neck cuts his words mid sentence. "And over..Now if you'd be so kind..please take out that treasure of mine.." |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | She smiled at his ensuring response and leaned into the kiss, only half realizing he was discarding of her bikini top. Such simple caresses from this man was making her burn. Her tan nipples pebbled against his chest as his sking brushed them. A breath fell from her lips at the contact.Rikku shivered as he spoke, the words making her core ache. His breath was hot against her neck and she had to bite her lip to stifle a soft moan that trembled in her throat, threatening to slip free at the smallest, simplest touch from Balthier. Dear god, that man, Fate, had been right. This man was a much better treasure than any sphere.Her tan, small hands did as he commanded and slid down his chest to work on the bindings of his pants. When the opening parted, her hand dipped in to bring his hardening cock to the forefront, fingers hot and soft to the touch. She nipped playfully at his lip, her eyes darkening to a deep green as pleasure hotly coarsed through her veins, slow and molten, like lava. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | He stole her breath once more with a burning kiss.The chair was shaking around due to the intensity of their little session, and Balthier knew that if he doesnt want them to fall awkwardly, he should move the scene to the second scene. Of course the spotlight will be on him, but that doesnt mean his leading lady wont get some fun as well. Afterall, a dialogue is far more fun than a monologue.The bed is very large, clearly designed for an enjoyable sexual experience. Balthier placed the girl center stage, where the good action always takes place. He slid his pants down, and knelt in front of her, allowing the girl to admire his erect spear like shaft. It was a good size, but his lean physique makes it look huge. "Do you like what you see?" He asked as he slid of her pants, throwing it back to the pile."Now..Shall we heat things up.." Like a serpent, swift and silent he slid between her legs, spreading them and licking the inner thigh. His tongue slowly moved up to the main prize, but enjoying each inch of the journey. When he reached her womanhood, the man quickly flicked his tongue at it, testing her reaction before giving a long lick along the lips of her entrance. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | "Oh I do like what I see...very much," Rikku said when he knelt over her, the forest eyes mixed with hypnotizing swirls traveling hotly over his revealed body. He was quick to pull her skirt and undergarment from her body and a shiver swept through her body at his next words and again when his tongue and mouth paid their attentions to her sensitive thighs.When Balthier reached her womanhood, the scent of her was both musky and addicting as her arousal was just as evident as his. She was glistening hotly. When his tongue flicked experimently against her, Rikku gasped sharply, body jerking a slight. Before she could recover, he lapped at her with a long stroke, she gave a soft cry.Her hands gripped the exquisite covers beneath them as her hips involuntarily lifted towards his mouth and tongue. Already she was burning for him and the only thing that seemed to be happening in response was she was growing hotter beneath him, for him. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | Balthier thrusted his tongue deeper and deeper into her, exploring, experimenting, trying to find her sensitive spots and commiting them to memory. He would sometimes build her momentum, only to stop once it nearly reaches the climax, leaving her dangling at the gates of heaven while he teased her softly with taunting kisses to her thighs. He was snakelike in his smoothness, licking his lips to savour her remaining taste.He looked up to her face with that always calm expression of his, telling her without words that this is just the start. Suddenly, without warning he assaulted her once more, this time sucking on her clitoris as a single finger entered her cunt and probed the areas that drew the best reaction from the previous attack. His tongue and fingers would trade places over the next half an hour, continuously stimulating the blonde girl, yet stopping whenever she's about to find her climax. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | It was clear that the young thief and sphere hunter was enjoying herself, her body writhing under his lips and tongue. She burned ever brighter, threatening to go out like a supernova, intense and ever so hot. Yet, pulled back just before she could reach the pinnacle. Her fingers clenched in the covers and she so lovingly expressed her pleasure in melodolic moans and coo's.Each time he ceased his expert assualt upon her burning and sopping center, she wanted to scream. Each time gave a long groan and half pleasured sob. By the half hour mark, she was huffing, her body hypersensitive and tingling in every single nerve ending she had. She didn't think she could take much more, a sheen of passionate perspitation making her skin gleam."Baltheir...by the gods, please...I can't..." she moaned out the words, not even entirely sure if they were coherant enough. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | The man smiled and paused a long time before he actually entered her. But he only did so halfway, moving back and forth, rubbing her insides in long slow teasing motion, but never once filling her fully and all the way. He wanted the girl to beg, to bring her to the limits of her sanity."Mmmh..my dear..your cunt truly is exquisite.." He groanedWith his cock stretching her wide, he focused on the sensitive spots he found near her entrance, rubbing them in an increasing rythm. Sometimes he would tease that he will go deep, only to pull back out after an inch or two. The couple is about to reach the one hour mark and it seemed that Balthier is nowhere near done with his torture."Beg for it..tell me what it is you truly want me to do.." |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | The way the suave man was working the young woman was going to drive her crazy. He always made it seem like he was going to fill her with his magnicifent rod, but never did, only stretching her small hole a couple of inches in, only ever seeming, at most, to put himself half in. He went on like this for another half hour and Rikku was getting to the point where she was going to wrap her legs around his waist and pull him into her.She didn't however. Rikku's pussy would clamp down on his cock each time he moved it into her, trying desperately to hold him in her. Her head rolled as she moaned, panting again, her ability to coherently think long gone.He wanted her to beg it seemed and at this point, she was more than happy to oblige if it would get him to fuck her. At this point, that was the only thing she could think of, the only thing she could feel, the only thing she wanted. And she wanted it more than anything, as was apparent by the way her cunt clung to him and bathed him hotly in her arousal."Please, Balthier..." Rikku moaned out, clutching the sheets tightly, her legs even trembling now. "I want your treasure inside of me, deep inside, hard...please..." her head rolled and she opened her lust filled eyes to plead with him. "I want it to make me cum, again and again...fuck me, please." |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | Balthier brushed a strand of hair from her face and placed his lips on hers gently, hips penetrating her as deep as he can, filling her waiting cunt with his precious treasure. He did it slowly, as his shaft pressed onto her walls, creating intense friction that seemed to last forever before his hips pressed against hers. He was still devouring her, letting his cock stay burried deep for awhile, enjoying her tightness as he conquered her with a hungry kiss."Now..Will the lady dance with me?" He asked smoothly, making his hips move in a circular pattern, going clockwise but sometimes changing directions to keep her on her toes, changing his rythm and speed everytime she got used to it. Balthiers fingers werent idle either, they tortured her clitoris, rubbing gently when he's thrusting roughly, and roughly when he's fucking her slow, always giving a contrasting treatment."Tell me what you want love..i'll do anything you ask me to do." |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | Rikku's lips and tongue eagerly returned his hungry and devouring kiss. Soft moans spilling into the union of their lips. Hips squirming a bit at his slow torture, trying to get him to move faster within her, but seemed content on taking his time with her.Her brow raised in question, unsure of exactly what it was he meant until he started thrusting into her with a circular motion of his hips. It caused her to moan out loud again, her hands clutching at his shoulders. Each time she figured she had his rhythm down, he changed it and caught her off gaurd. His fingers assualted her sensitive button and caused her to cry out, arching as he moved in and out of her hot and tight core."I can't...think straight..." she admitted on a moan, not able to think of anything other than what he already doing.She shuddered beneath the former judge as she suddenly fell of the cliff, rippling around him as she clenched tightly, having one orgasm thus far, though she doubted he would stop there, not that she wanted him to stop. Quite the opposite, really, she didn't want him to ever stop. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | His dance is an escalating waltz, after a short break in which Balthier allowed the girl a few seconds to catch her breath, he started again. With a mere change in the angle of his penetration, and the positioning of her body and legs, he made their session into a whole new game. One with a different sensation and apeal, for he is truly a master of the intricate secrets of a womans body. That is indeed why Fran, despite her size difference, was completely addicted to the man."You're clamping down on my treasure..it feels incredible dear.." He whispered.His rythm is now more steady, pounding her moderately hard, always in perfect control of his own self, where any other man would ravage the girl without restraint. Some says that sex is pain mixed with pleasure, but right now, there was no pain, only pure, unadulterated pleasure that overflows from the man."Aaah...my dear..try using your vaginal muscles..if you please." |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | Really, Rikku was becoming addicted to the man. He knew every spot to hit inside of her body and he did it so well. She did her best to move her hips against his own, nodding faintly to his request, trying to clench her core. It responded as she'd hoped and her vagina clamped down on his cock as he moved within her. A second later, she loosened the grip and tried again as he thrusted into her.Rikku moaned, quite enjoying the whole encounter. She knew she was not going to forget this man, or this encounter, as she writhed across the bedspread beneath him. Her back arched and breasts were thrusted up as she gave into the pleasure he was giving her. Dancing with him toe to toe, never taking the lead and letting him whirl them about with pleasure."Mmm, oh Balthier...it's so good.."She moaned again and took her hands to caress her own breasts, thin fingers tweaking her already sensitive and peaked nipples. Wanting to pleasure him as he was pleasuring her, working her muscles in her vagina to help caress his shaft upon every thrust. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | He knew its time to show the girl the ultimate grand finale. His hips moved in quick short straight thrusts, hitting one single sensitive spot. He consistently hits the same spot inside her, piling up pleasure, building up the eventual end, over, and over, and over. It is indeed a boring chore for most men, ensuring he moves in exactly the same motion for a long period of time, but Balthier is willing to endure boredom if it means an earth shattering orgasm.Her lewd hand movements overjoyed the young man. Nothing tells him that a girl is enjoying themselves, more than the sight of them acting like a slut, and loving it. He felt himself straining, nearing the end himself, but a consumate profesional, Balthier would NEVER cum before finishing the task at hand."Love...when you cum...scream my name for me..." He whispered calmly. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | Rikku managed to nod her head to his words, still grasping at her breasts as the man expertly worked her like a tool he had considerable knowledge over. He was hitting her in that one spot that caused her pleasure to build undeniably, over and over, and over. Each hit made her vocalize her enjoyment.Her spine arched and she let out a long moan, feeling the coil pull tighter and tighter within her, each hit almost causing it to snap, bit not quite yet. By the end, she was almost weeping with the intensity of the need he'd built inside of her and she desperately reached for it, her orgasm hitting her harder than anything she had ever experienced in her life."Balthier!!" she screamed his name, just like he asked of her, as her pussy clamped down on him and her juices coated him as she cummed, her hips arching up into his own. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | Her climax triggered his own suppressed one. He groaned and sealed their encounter with a hungry loving kiss, savouring their slowly dying spasms. His sweat started to drop off his lean body onto hers, sending warm tingling sensations as the afterglow seeped in."You look tired love, did i wear you out?" He asked with a hint of sincere concern in his voice. He pulled out of her slowly, letting her cunt enjoy some last bit of frictions. He then lied next to her, pulling the blanket over their tired form, holding her gently in a comfortable position.He closed his eyes and exhaled. Maybe they will do it again tommorow Fate sensed the girls Climax and smirked. One more satisfied guest. But he knows that another one is coming soon. Straightening his suit, the demigod walked towards the door to greet his newest guest. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | The kiss that sealed their encounter was one worth remembering. And when he lifted his head and asked her something, she softly nodded her head. The young sphere hunter made a small noise as he pulled from her. Already she missed the feel of his 'treasure' inside of her, but she simply rolled into his embrace as he pulled the blanket over their naked bodies. Rikku dozed, completely and wonderfully sated. Hearing rumors of man with a large mass of crystal on his way to Ostrheinsburg, Cassandra reasoned he carried the Holy Stone Raphael had spoken of. She was following him, hoping he would destroy Soul Edge, which really, had been her mission from the start. That's what the warrior had been up to for awhile now and how she'd come to this odd place. Granted, she had seen odd places before but something about this one was too tempting to pass by.Yet, she stood at the front enterance for awhile, debating. If anything, she could find someone inside and see if they had seen this man she was looking for and if they had heard of the Holy Stone. She couldn't be too distracted, if she hoped to truly destroy Soul Edge once and for all.Pushing her blonde hair over her shoulder, the woman's lithe legs carried her forth to the door, the thigh high white boots clicking somewhat upon the surface beneath her feet. She opened the door, forest like eyes scanning the inside of the structure before she decided to head all of the way in. Her gaurd up, she held her sword steady before she spotted a suited, semingly harmless man not too far in. The scantily clad warrior lowered her sword and cautiously walked up to him, her round hips swaying as she moved and her considerable bust bouncing a bit. The milky white cleavage open really to anyone's wandering gaze."Excuse me? I'm in need of some information," she said. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | Fate kept his calm demeanor, although in all actuality, he was wondering if maybe he should just keep this one for himself. Afterall, its been some time since he last had sex with one of his visitors. Of course the last time he slept with a mortal, the experience proved almost too much, and the poor girl almost went insane from the extreme pleasure. This newest girl is a warrior, and so should have better endurance, but alas, he decided against it."Welcome ms Alexandra, to my humble mansion. Please walk with me" He said with a flourish.Fate walked through a long gallery, filled with many precious artworks, some seemingly coming from different eras, or worlds, as the depict things that cant be found in ancient Greece, Europe, or even earth. "Now miss, your effort to destroy soul edge is indeed heroic, but someone as young and...attractive as you, should have more fun, am i correct?"He stopped in front of a door, ornately designed, and carved from unearthly wood. "Inside this room is your 'fun', and dont worry...take as long as you want, time is of no significance here, your targets wont go anywhere." Taki hunts demons, thats her mission in life. But right now, she isnt doing her job very well, but at least she's doingsomethingwell enough."Woo...Oh yeah..thats it lady, move that body!" Came the cocky voice of the young boy who is mounting her from behind for the last 3 hours. When the owner of the mansion told her theres a devil in the room, she didnt think it was going to end up like this. All around the couple, two more girls, Talim and Amy are lying helpless with a satisfied smile on their faces. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | Cassandra eyed the man strangely, then warily as he spoke to her for the first time. How was it he knew her name? She didn't get long to think on it though, as Fate was already walking away from her. Her thigh highs moved with her legs as she walked behind this odd man if man was what you could call him through a gallery with pictures that were, to say the least, astounding. Almost, otherworldly."What?" her lashes fell in a blink as he spoke again, her brows crunching together above her forest hues.How the devil does he know who I am? There's no way news of my trailing could have moved so fast...right?She seemed to mull on that as they stopped and he gestured to a, almost regal looking, door.Her attention didn't stay on it long, as his last sentence to her made her look back to him, almost in surprise. Right when she was about to inquire as to what the hell was going on here, the man simply gave her smile and proceeded on his way. Her narrowed eyes watched him go, almost wanting to follow, but she found that she couldn't move from the spot in front of the door. She was too curious."Well...suppose there's no harm in looking..." she mumbled to herself.Her hand grasped the handle and she opened the door, moving in as she idly kicked it shut with her foot. What she saw surprised her, so much so, she actually lost grip of her sword and it tumbled to the floor. Her eyes widened and she found herself watching Taki being fucked on her hands and knees by a young man with white hair. As strange as the sight should have been, she couldn't help the rush of arousal that began to pulse through her.She swallowed, eyes drifting to find Talim and Amy drained and content where they lay nearby. Speechless, she turned her eyes back to Taki and the man, having to situate her stance a tad because of the dampness now beginning to make itself known between her pale and luscious thighs, due to sight and sounds presented to her."Ah..." |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | "Mmmh...my next playmate has arrived...sit tight girl..i'll fuck you in a bit.." Growled the white haired man. He seems young, perhaps a year or two under Cassandra, but his body was all man. Tightly formed abdominal muscles, looking like its carved out of rock adorns his body under muscular chest and shoulders. Beads of sweat falling in between the canyons of the muscles.Then, as if showing off, he started pounding Taki with reckless abadon, all the while looking straight at Cassandras eyes. The girl is beautifull, he thought, very much so, her lythe yet busty build, her smooth skin, and her perfect face. She is pretty much Dante's dream girl."Im thinking of you as i fuck this slut right now.." He told Cassandra, licking his lips. Any other women would be heavily insulted at those words, but Taki is too far gone, her hands reaching out forward towards something that isnt there. "Heres what im going to do to you!" Dante yelled with a grin, manhandling Taki and pushing her upper body down against the bed, violating her rapidly. The kunoichi can do nothing but cum, and cum, and cum, eventually passing out."Now...Your turn.." Said Dante. As he slowly pulled his cock out of Taki, it became apparent that his size is quite inhuman, as it took quite a while for him to fully pull out. His hard demon cock standing defiantly, pointed at Cassandra. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | Cassandra just simply stared back at the white haired demon as he ruthlessly fucked the kunoichi Taki in which she had known for awhile. She couldn't say anything, couldn't even think as he pounded her. A fresh wave of arousal pulsed through her as he said he was thinking of her, that this was what he was going to do toher. Dear god, what had she gotten herself into? The smart thing to do would be to turn and run, to leave before something happened, before she ended up ravished like her unconscious comrades.And then, he was done. Taki had passed out and now that monsterous demon cock was pointing directly at her. It was her turn, he'd said. And yet, she made no move to place her person closer to the devil. She stayed utterly still, as if she were cornered prey and, in a way, she was. Sometime ago, she had dropped her sword and shield and she had forgotten about them, just staring at him, silent, watchful, debating.She swallowed, her chest heaving, her milky clevage threatening to spill over but never doing so, held back by the ribbons and blue clothe of her almost regal looking top. Cassandra was almost scared, but her warrior spirit wouldn't let her be. Her warrior spirit was almost skeptical.How could a man younger than her, do to her what he'd done to the others?is what her warrior spirit wanted to say."Who are you?" she finally managed to ask, tilting her head down a bit to look at him more carefully, her blonde tail sifting a bit behind her shoulders. |
Heavens Gate (Anjeru and Me) | Her question was met with the thrusting of two fingers against her clothed cunt. Dante was yet to be satisfied, even after fucking three lovely ladies, of which one was quite the sexual vixen herself! "Dante is the name, you'll be screaming it quite soon.." He informed his latest victim. He didnt waste any time with small talks, a kiss landed right on her neck, biting and licking relentlessly as his forcefull fingers dug into the wet fabric."Now...You're mine girl.." He whispered, throwing Cassandra to the middle of the unconscious girls. Dante pounced on her from behind, ripping her underwear apart. The following sex can best be described as 'total domination' as the demon showed the girl no mercy whatsoever, ravaging her cunt roughly. The night seemingly went on forever, as Dante knew that even after this girl is done, Fate will bring her another girl. Meanwhile, on the other side of the mansion, in a room imaginatively called 'The Orgy Suite', three men who have been in the mansion for awhile is now waiting for three girls. Each of them had fucked at least one of the girls once, and in the case of Balthier, All three."So, i get Quistis first!" Reno quickly said before anyone can claim the cockhungry blonde. "I think we'll let the ladies decide, its common courtesy" Balthier said with a chuckle. The room is quite large, with many sofa's and a central large circular bed that can easily fit five or six couples. Along the side of the room, there are many 'tools' such as chains on the walls, even a hot tub."Fine, but im telling you, if you leave it to them, none of you will get Tifa, she'll be all over me all night!" Reno grinned. "We'll see.." Vincent added calmly as he took off his shirt, leaving his dark trousers on. |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | New York City.If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere Perhaps.In the most remote villages of Russia, if you lived then it was a miracle in itself. If you could survive the filthy home birth or even filthier hospitals, acquire enough food not to starve to death growing up and find a job that would not require signing your soul or a member of your family to the higher ups then perhaps you could make it. Maybe. Crime would be unavoidable...No one is guilty of crime, if everyone participates in it It would not be regarded so much as crime as it would be day to day living..If your neighbor has more potatoes than he can consume, and you have starving children to feed take it. You could offer something in return, but desperations breeds greed more often than generosity. Your neighbor would want something outlandish Better to nourish his fields with his blood, than filling his pockets with your own..New Yorkers knew nothing of desperation. Their city was nothing in comparison to the corrupt cesspool that formed an entire country..Even in Moscow, where even the slightest glimmer of hope could be seen through the polluted fogs lingering overhead, even there the greatest dream you could have was escape Some disease or enraged cutpurse would claim you if the secret police did not..But Moscow was where Russians went, girls in particular, if they wanted to find means of escape. Plucking up young maidens from villages often went unreported for those seeking to sell brides or generate a few more bodies for the human trafficking business, but just because it happened in a major city didn t mean the crime would be looked into with any more care, than if it were out in the middle of nowhere. Besides..for the people in such a business, it was far more alluring to tempt a desperate girl with a career in modeling or acting than to simply snatch them up. It was all part of the twisted game..The more those eager doe eyed girls believed that they would soon be on the covers of international magazines, the more sadistic gratification their sellers received from the deal No one played the hero in Russia..You wouldn't last a day as one..The country was populated by villains, and victims...And at times, it was difficult to tell them apart.Magdalena Ivanov had packed what little belongings she had brought with her to Moscow, into a worn and tattered duffel bag, and boarded one of those planes with an American man named Harrison. She had thought their meeting to be a God send Only a few days in Moscow and an American man had stopped her as she came out of Mass to comment on how beautiful she was! How her deep gray blue eyes were like the sky before a summer storm How her dark hair flowed like silk curtains around a lithe body carved from the most perfect and fair stone! A sign for sure! The cathedral bells chiming in the background to serenade this moment! Oh and how this man had laid it on Thickly too, with his charming American accent. Musing of angels and heaven and how God must have made her beautiful for the world to see.To outsiders, the man s pinstripe suit and greasy black hair would have sent up red flags immediately..So would the way he had snatched back his business card and shuffled through a portfolio of clients that he just happened to have with him at that moment. Russian models he claimed to help, fashion designers who were eager for the face of a liberated Soviet girl..Oh he would have been an obvious rat to anyone, except to a young girl starving for fame as much as food. To her, he was offering a chance she would be a fool to pass on After the plane would land in John F Kennedy Airport on October the 19th, 1979, she would know how much of a fool she was to think that God would send her anything but punishment for her vanity...For her pride...For her sins.A sleek black limo with tinted windows was waiting outside on that brisk autumn evening. Magdalena s bag was tossed somewhat carelessly into the trunk by a driver who would not look directly at her. Harrison told her to wait inside, and no sooner had she settled into a set close by the window, two tiny Asian girls wearing matching clothing came inside, whispering and giggling to each other. Were they models too? Magdalena had wondered this for a moment Then another girl with a beautiful olive complexion and thick black hair braided down to her thighs hesitantly entered the limo. She was clutching her slightly rounded stomach, as if it were paining her..But from the shape of the colorful sweater she was wearing, Magdalena could not tell if it was simply weight or..The car door opened again. Along with Harrison, two other men dressed in similar garb with equally greasy hair came inside with grins as devious as foxes. They sat beside their respected ladies, and attempted small talk in base English about the landmarks they were passing by. The Asian girls stared with their hands covering their mouths in disbelief, and admittedly Magdalena had lost herself in the glittering sparkle of the New York night lights...but as she glanced at the dark skinned girl clutching her stomach with such stress upon her face, the charm and wonders of this new place seemed to fade Very soon, it would come crashing down entirely.**Shhhmmm! A small couch pillow came whizzing through the air, crashing down upon a neatly placed group of white tea cups that clattered against the glass coffee table they had been set upon. The sudden noise caused nine skinny timid girls who had been in the cramped lounging room, to flinch defensively. Most all closed their eyes, some covered their faces...but all of them cowered and held their breath, awaiting a sharp blow to come from anywhere.Thistime, there was nothing Just a smug chortle from a lanky man in a pinstripe suit who stood in the doorway. His hair was far too thin to maintain any amount of grease. A gnarly finger pointed towards Magdalena, who had been sitting on the windowsill, gazing through the iron bars that had been installed for safety measures... Destiny, you got a John tonight, The man sneered, running his tongue against his yellowed teeth, Cab ll take you to the place. Be down in five, And with that, he turned and morphed back into the dimly lit hallways..The familiar echo of Move your fuckin worthless ass! brought the girl to her feet, wrapping the red blanket she had curled up in closer to herself. In two months, she had seen plenty of villains..plenty of victims. Were there no heroes left? Had God deemed mankind beyond saving..? She smiled lightly to the girls around her, who had reanimated after the man had left, returning to their nail polish and magazines.She had, remarkabely, kept her faith...Despite everything, for the most part. If one could be religious in Russia, they could be here as well..There had to be hope somewhere in this city of dreams...Destiny, as she was now, walked across the hall into her room. Destiny..A name picked for her byhim.Hepicked all of the names for the girls...Candy, Ruby, Angel...All of them. Something short, sweet..Something the clients will remember.Curled up on a twin sized mattress sitting in the corner of the room, was the olive skinned girl whose tummy had rounded considerably in the last two months..Her breasts were swelling beneath the tiny pink tank top she wore, damp in the spots she made the most money from for the cliental with more..specifictastes. Destiny took the red blanket from her own shoulders , leaned over and draped it over the sleeping girl, kissing her forehead affectionately before standing up once more. Placing two fingers between the broken horizontals over the window, she peered out into the foggy city..Rain, again. Never had she missed snow so much Rain was horrible. She would have to pack extra to touch up her hair and make up before the client arrived.Her duffel bag long since gone, a pretty black tote bag with American Dreams embroidered in red white and blue cursive along the sides was used to pack her things. It sat upon the oak dresser that she and the girl she knew as Baby, shared. It was a long dresser, that would have stretched between the tops of the two mattresses, had Destiny s mattress still been there. It was filled to the brim with clothes, costumes, jewelry..Anything and everything they had was either on the floor or in that dresser. The room was barely big enough for the two of them, the size of a walk in closet maybe. These had been storage rooms once..and in a sense, they still were.Into the large bag she packed a royal purple negligee, in case her client had opted for her to spend the night. Removing her jeans and I Love NY t shirt, she slipped on a corset of the same color, with black lace to match her garters. Black elbow length gloves, sheer black knee highs and stiletto heels that pressed her toes together too tightly, but they were the only pair she could fit in since the two girls who shared her shoe size refused to lend her their shoes. Her long black hair had been cut since arriving, styled with layers and blonde highlights..More of an American feel...Hewanted her to be exotic, but not so much to put off the clients... A make up bag was placed inside with shades picked out for her by crotchety Rita who worked alongside ofhim, as well as a bottle of wild orchid perfume that Destiny had bought from a vendor on her own.She also slipped her rosary off of it s nail upon the wall, kissing it softly before tucking it away inside of the bags inner pocket. Making her way towards the stairs, she held the rail tightly as she walked down the narrow, creaky stairs..One flight down and through the a door, the light was almost blinding. Taking a long gray military style trench coat from the closet immediately outside of the door, Destiny placed it on before taking one of the larger bags from the bottom of the closet...A bag with the American Dream logo written a bit more boldly with a phone number printed, as well as her name, filled with items that could be used throughout the night..if paid for.The stairs going downstairs felt more stable, but still she held tightly to the railing..The first floor always had soft classical music playing at all hours. The hallway adorned with statues and paintings of nude women, giant flower arrangements. It looked like a parlor to a private home..but the door to the left of the stairs read OFFICE in large gold letters, and the come hither looking stare from the half nude, blonde haired, blue eyed girl upon the poster beneath, stuck out significantly in the otherwise seemingly elegant atmosphere. As she made her way towards the front door, Destiny heard the door open behind her. You She froze, not daring to look back. The voice was deep, hoarse.. You offend again, and I will be takingyouout..You understand? Her lips quivered. English..You understand? You re on thin ice. Thinfuckingice after your last stunt. I hear anything back like that again and you ll be the next fucking Romanov, got it? .. Y yes. |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | Arms held behind his back, Dan paced.Night had fallen hours ago and some distant, long buried part of him ached to get out, to go into the shadows where he belonged, where he couldfit inbecause he always looked uncomfortable during the day, out of place in any atmosphere. He wasn't himself anymore he hadn't been since '77, not that he would admit it.He had told himself every day that the Keene act had been the best thing for them sometimes he even managed to convince himself it was true, that a life as a superhero wasn't normal, wasn't healthy. It was something crazy people did, and he was reformed. He wasn't a hero anymore.Sometimes he even wondered if those days had really happened, if maybe he truly was insane, if he had made the whole thing up in a flight of fancy to get away from the mind numbing monotony of daily life. Sometimes, he was convinced it had all been in his head. Sometimes he could carry on and be sure that this was how life was supposed to be dull. An empty existence that consisted of going from day to day, writing articles about aeronautics, focusing as much obsession as he could into the study of ornithology.Sometimes he could even forget or at least, push it all to the back of his mind. Act like it never happened.But then he would come home and find his front door ajar just a little, or he might smell something that was raw and familiar the smell that came with dirt and grease and terrible hygiene, and he always knew what he would find inside. It was the reason he always left the can opener in the same spot if Rorschach couldn't find it, there was no telling what he might do to crack open a can of beans.It was good to see his old partner sometimes, good to know he was still alive just, Rorschach always came with complications. Even when he had little to say which was usually the case Rorschach had a way of reminding Dan of how things used to be, reminding him of what he left behind.And after Rorschach had left he would inevitably find himself standing in his basement, catch himself starting longingly at the suit, and he would always have to fight the maddening urge to put it on, start up Archie and just go. Leave behind the lonely, pointless life of Daniel Dreiberg.Have meaning again.But then he would come to his senses. That's what he told himself he was doing, when he resisted. He just just being reasonable, obeying the law. The city didn't want heroes, they had made that clear, and only Veidt had been the exception in the whole thing, making a mint from his moonlighting days while Blake and Laurie and Manhattan had become government hires.The rest of them had faded away. They might even pass eachother on the streets sometimes and not know it.Though, some of them were hard to mistake. Dan swore he had seen Laurie just the other day, there was no mistaking her hair and the way it moved in sync with her hips no mistaking that. Ever.But she was with Superman, that was how life worked anyways he accepted it and moved on. But not really. For the last three years, it felt like he was stuck in one spot as one day blurred into another, nights of eating dinner alone and reading books until he was too tired to turn another page which sometimes wasn't until sunrise.Days of being alone, broken up only by his weekly visits to Hollis, which he wasn't sure were healthy either, but it was all either of them had anymore. Some days Dan wondered if the rest of them were having the same trouble he was, if letting go seemed so impossible.He wondered if any of them had become as afraid as he had become. Fearful that they were insane.Dan removed his glasses and rubbed at the bridge of his nose for a long time in an effort to settle his nerves. That night had been one of those rare visits from Rorschach, he had come and gone in a whirl of ink and dust and had left Dan feeling as though his world had been overturned all over again because he could swear he could taste the blood and the sweat and the dust of the streets and the fires and the war. He could feel the breeze on his face, the comfort of his suit pressed to his skin the familiarity of it all. The feeling of beingwhole.And he was looking at the suit again, seeing his reflection in the glass that covered it. He put his glasses back on and took a good look at himself and suddenly suddenly he felt angry. He felt miserable. He felt useless, and pathetic and lonely because he was thirty four and empty and living by himself, wishing for days that wouldn't come back, days that he knew he shouldn't want.The suit had to stay where it was. He had to stay where he was.But god, that night, being alone was too much he couldn't stop thinking. He needed he needed something. Someone.So he did something monumentally stupid, something he wouldn't have done in his right mind, he was sure of it.Too shy to go out and risk being turned down, Dan found an escort service the first four times, he dialed the number but hung up before anyone could answer and between each call he would find himself sitting and staring at the phone for a longer period of time. By number five, he managed to wait for someone to pick up before he slammed the phone back down on the reciever.Six was the charm. A raspy, bored sounding female voice asked him what he wanted and Dan had stammered and stuttered that he was looking for someone to come over the silence on the other end convinced him he had said something stupid. After an uncomfortable wait, the voice prompted him:"Are you looking for anything specific, sir?""Specific?" Dan repeated, "I I'd prefer she was. You know. Female."Silence again. Dan could feel his face heating up."Yes sir. They're all female.""And, you know. Whole. One piece.""Alright, sir. We've confirmed you would like a woman who isn't an amputee. Perhaps you could narrow it down a little more."Briefly, Dan had considered slamming the phone down again and hiding under his kitchen table until the shame went away, but he forged onwards,"Brunette." he blurted out, "I'd I'd like a brunette. A girl with, with big "Dan shifted uncomfortably on the couch," eyes." he finished lamely.After the fact, Dan had panicked because well, he had just hired a call girl.He dropped his head into his hands and asked himself what he had been thinking he was sure this was a new low. |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | It would have been easier to walk. Even in five inch heels, she would have moved faster than the traffic they were currently caught in.The fifteen minutes itshouldhave taken to get to this John s house, would double easily. Her drive would be serenaded by the charming background sounds of the city blaring horns, screamed obscenities and the occasional siren Just like home.With a large round mirror on the back of the passenger and driver s seat and an airplane esque dashboard for make up to be set upon fastened to the chairs, the backseat of the white cab was like a motorized vanity. The time in the back of the company s exclusive cab often served as primping time, or time to look over the conversation the secretary had had with the John in case something specific was mentioned. Destiny s English was base at the very best, but she knew key phrases. Big eyes? She said this aloud, hoping it would make sense that way as it certainly hadn t within her head. Dark brown eyes with flex of green and gold, turned upwards towards the mirror. She placed her fingertips against her eyes, trying to measure them..Were they big? Or was this some slang term she was unfamiliar with..Something the few actualAmericangirls who worked for the company, had yet to mention to her.This man had not been specific at all. But that was the way some John s were..Her first client, but not herfirstfirst..Hetook that privilege upon himself for every girl. No, her first John had been very specific. Right down to the shade and brand of lipstick she would wear, he gave the secretary a list of requirements that he personally inspected at the motel door before letting the cab driver leave. Some John s were like that Using a charcoal base color, Destiny tried to accent her eyes with a smoky look. Blending the dark with a shimmery white to allow herself to sparkle a bit more than the sparkly orchid lotion she used on her skin that only glittered in the right light. Candlelight usually. Most girls overdid the sparkles, which got their Johns in alotof trouble. Lipstick could be washed off, and perfume covered by cologne But those goddamn flecks of glitter were more condemning evidence than fingerprints on a gun.Destiny s sparkles were applied just right..So that they would make her shimmer in dim light, like the ethereal and forbidden being she was supposed to be.Secrets The world was filled with secrets. The Johns kept secrets from their significant others about where they were going at night. If they had none, they still wouldn t admit to anyone else that they knew about seeking a call girl..But those people denied the confession had secrets of their own. Darker ones perhaps. Something that in comparison, made indulging in the company of a fantasy seem miniscule. Not all of the Johns were corporate sleazes with a kink their wives wouldn t satisfy Most of them were, but not all of them.Destiny lined her lips with a soft red, glossing on a clear peppermint glaze to plump them out slightly. A pouty look was almost always endearing to a man..A subtle mark of innocence, vulnerability Need.Twenty five minutes, almost double time. The driver parked, but kept the engine going as he took out an umbrella and expanded it. Making his way to her door, the tall chauffer adjusted the sunglasses that all of the drivers insisted to wear despite the weather or time of day. It was like a mask As they approached the door, Destiny s heart began to race. It always did. Every new John was a clean slate As the driver rose his large hand up and rapped three times upon the wooden door, Destiny drew in a deep breath. Slipping a few gloved fingers through her layered tresses, she glanced towards the windows, trying to peer through the little opening in the curtains. There was light flickering inside A television maybe? Or a camera flashing..It wouldn t have been the first time, or the strangest request she had received by far...She wouldn t know how to approach him until she met him, and waiting out in this deathly rain served as a bleak backdrop for the arrangement. It was dark out The lights on the streets were flickering. Some John s were ready to go as soon as she arrived, others were as hesitant as if she was their girlfriend and foreplay was necessary for her to say yes.Most got over that rather quickly As soon as their blood rushed to the right places. |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | Dan had only just managed to settle himself down onto the couch, to calm his nerves enough to stop the endless pacing lest he wear a hole through the sitting room carpet but he couldn't seem to get comfortable. He settled with leaning his chin onto his fist and flipping through television channels only to find that nothing could truly calm him even the discovery channel couldn't supply a decent distraction, despite the fact it was presently airing a show on the moon landing.He had been twenty five when Apollo 11 had landed on the moon in 1969 everyone he knew had witnessed the original broadcast of it at 10:39 p.m. He had watched a re run of it on the news because he had been out that night, breaking the jaw of a bank robber.Of course, Manhattan had witnessed it first hand. He had beenonthe damn moon with them.The sound of gentle rapping shook Dan out of his reverie, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin suddenly on his feet, he stared at the front door, expression briefly anguished as he struggled between the maddening urge to run in the other direction, and the absolute need to be polite and answer the damn door.No running, Dreiberg. You've faced terrorists, crazed gunmen and neo nazis.Dan took hold of the doorknob and very gradually turned it, opening the door half an inch, enough for him to peer out with one enormous eye, magnified by the thick lens of his oversized glasses.Yeah, but neo nazis didn't ever have legs like that.A woman stared back thin and brunette, she seemed almost like she was glittering from the low blue lighting emanating from his house, but he told himself his eyes were just going funny."I uh," Dan said, pointlessly, and then looked at the floor for a long moment, embarrassed, before he stepped back and opened the door entirely with a helpless, "Come in?" |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | When the door opened, it opened slowly..Hesitantly. The light from the house blocked out by a shadow that took up a good portion of the doorway s height. An eye came into view, peering out searchingly, carefully observing through a thick lens. Studying..Wide, as if afraid.Destiny inclined her head slightly to the left, a light smile upon her lips as she tried to catch this wandering eye. Hello, She said softly, her accent apparent from the simple word. She could hear the door knob shaking from the inside, as if he was gripping it with all of his might and was unable to let go.As the man stepped back, asking her to come inside, the driver returned with his umbrella to the cab. She would call him to pick her up when the John was finished, and he would be billed appropriately for the time spent. Crossing the threshold, the last wind chill from outside seemed to linger even as the door was shut. Not enough to bother the Russian girl of course..Winters in Mother Russia froze the very blood in your veins after all..This chill here was just enough to send a shiver up ones spine and tingles throughout the body.A lot of John's liked the room cold...Helped them to sleep better after, and kept them from leaving sweat stains on their underthings.As he tended to the locks on the door, curiousity urged her to glance around. Usually these...encounters, took place in a pre paid room. It was rare to actually be invited to someones home. This home felt very empty, but there was plenty inside. Even within the hall, there were books lined up neatly in shelves and photographs of various birds framed neatly and hung in a perfectly straight row upon the wall. Nothing seemed out of place...Save for the painted up woman in the long coat, dressed scantily beneath and the man behind her fumbling with the locks on the door.An air of dissatisfaction lingered heavily in this home...A potent emptiness that was present in some way with all of the John s she had met. But this one .She could almostfeelit..As an object that's purpose was to sate that sorrow..She could sense it easily now..Most would have recognized the tidiness and passed it off as a compulsive disorder or something of the likes. But this poor Russian girl could sense that the meticulous placements were meant to cover for something..To distract, from something..Maybe someone.Elegantly, she turned to face him. Her ankles crossed slightly, her wrists folded in front of her as she stood in an almost childish pose, still smiling to him with her head inclined ever so slightly.He was cute.A little round in some places, but hey, it would help keep the bed warm. His clothes were well kept, no wrinkles and no stains. His face well shaven, and from the meek smile he had flashed her way as she walked in, his teeth were in good condition as well. A lot could be said about a John by the way he dressed when answering the door for a call girl. Robes were expected, but this man was fully dressed as if he was on his way to work. It was refreshing.Extending her hand out, she gently moved her fingertips to caress and straighten the collar of his shirt which had been upturned perhaps while anxiously rubbing his neck. Smiling, she took a step closer to him, closing in the proximity slightly..Her eyes turned upward beneath lashes that needed no mascara to be full and long. I am Destiny. |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | Dan had never been good with women in grade school he had been gawky, the kid with the glasses and the acne and the good grades, but genetics had given him the good fortune of being too tall to stuff into a locker and persistence had given him the kind of cardio that got him away from potential bullies with minimal effort.But girls had always been interested in the jocks that was just the way it went. Senior prom had him shyly asking out a girl from the chess club, a night that ended with an awkward front door kiss and nothing else.His freshman year was when Dan first started hitting the gym it was also the year when girls started noticing him. At first he had figured there was something on his face they were staring at, and when he looked back, they often continued to stare it hadn't made much sense to him at the time he had been used to being a nobody.His first had been that same year a girl he had a sticky tryst with in her dorm room, something indelicate and too quick, but enough to show Dan what he had been avoiding he kept shyly avoiding it anyways. Something about women did that to him and this one was no different. She was small and pretty and smelled good, the way all women seemed to it was the sort of smell that made him want to lean in and discover where it was coming from. Her hair? Was there perfume on her neck?Dan's eyes dropped to the pale edge of a collarbone that peeked out from beneath her jacket and instantly averted his eyes as though he had been doing something terrible,"Destiny," he repeated of course that was her name. She stepped closer, her fingers brushed his neck Dan immediately flushed and gave a small, nervous smile he stepped back he offered out a hand for a handshake. "Daniel. I mean Dan."Smooth.He did his best to recover,"Can I take your coat for you?" |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | The outstretched hand puzzled her. Formality? Nerves?Perhaps a bit of both.It was not unusual to be nervous when receiving an individual such as herself. Nerves were part of the thrill. It added to the adrenaline rush that some of the John s craved so desperately. This guy though He didn t strike her as the sort thirsty for an adrenaline kick.The handshake was new though.Nevertheless, she moved her soft gloved hand against his. Her hand significantly smaller in both height and width, so to make up for it, she clasped her other hand warmly on the other side of his. Intertwining their fingers briefly as she made the hesitant hand shakefarmore intimate than it was intended. Trapping his hand for a moment between her delicate fingers as he spoke his name, her fingertips outstretched to stroke along his wrist. Dan. She repeated, coordinating her nod with a gentle pressure made by her hands. Her fingertips stroked over his knuckles before releasing , turning around gracefully upon that thin black heel, so that her back would face him. One by one, she unfastened the round black buttons of her coat, before sliding the thick material off of her slender shoulders which became quite apparent quite quickly, were hardly covered so well beneath such a conservative piece of outerwear. Had he gripped the shoulders of her coat in just the right manner, he would have brushed against her skin She stepped forward, shedding the coat like a wolf shedding it s sheep skin to reveal something far more menacing to the innocent lamb standing by. No claws or shaggy coat, no watering jowls and sharp teeth But black lace and garters, andverylong legs..Turning her head to glance over her shoulder towards him, she smiled somewhat, running her hands up her arms and onto her shoulders, giving a playful shiver. So chilly in here |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | It occurred to Dan that he had probably gone for far too long without human contact because the slight brush of Destiny's fingertips against his calloused knuckles was cause for a small shudder to run through him, though he did his very best to cover it up.You need to get out more often, Danny boy.His hand lingered for a moment after Destiny released it and it took a moment for Dan to realize he had left it hanging there before he curled his fingers in and withdrew it entirely he watched as she turned away, unbuttoning her jacket,"Can I get you something to drink?" Dan asked, "It's not very nice out something to warm you? Maybe a cup of tea? Coffee?"A can of beans and an opener?What the hell?Dan was sure his brain fell out somewhere along the way because as Destiny slipped off her jacket and he moved to take it for her, he ended up frozen in place and missing the coat entirely it slipped past his outstretched fingertips and pooled onto the floor.Instead of doing anything remotely useful, Dan gaped in front of him, Destiny was scantily clad in lace and frilly things and the retired hero felt his entire face go hot his ears felt like they were on fire. He closed his jaw with an audible 'click' and swallowed hard,"Oh." Dan said meekly and then fumbled to pick up the jacket, only to find his hands weren't being entirely obedient, his fingers suddenly clumsy he dropped his eyes to the ground, a difficult task with her stocking clad legs so close to him, "Um. Sorry. It's yeah it's a little cold in here. I sometimes forget. Would you would you like a sweater?" |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | Laughing at the John s was not advisable by any means, but Destiny could not help herself but to giggle as the man completely lost his grip upon her coat. His eyes as wide as an owls gawking, despite himself, from beneath those thick lenses.It was a wonder she had not seen his heart leaping into his throat! Or, perhaps that was what he was attempting to swallow back down..Was his blood rushing yet?After observing him for a moment fumbling about with the jacket that seemed to be as allusive to grasp onto as smoke, Destiny turned and stepped towards him. One leg outstretched elegantly before her, so that as she bent forward, the muscles of those shapely stems became all the more noticeable.As did the swell of her cleavage promptly placed no more than a few inches away from the already thoroughly embarrassed man s face.If his blood wasn t boiling yet That should move it along nicely. A cup of tea would be nice . She said softly, placing her hands on the jacket s shoulders, picking it up as she regained her posture. But A mischievous quirk of her brow, a coy and playful pout upon her lips that women in her field, mastered quite easily, without coming off as desperate and rehearsed. Instead, the intent was to lure the John out of his initial defenses Ease him into allowing that carnal urge which bid him summon her forth, and permitting it to take control..If only for the night, if only just for her. I thinkyoucould keep me much warmer than a sweater.. |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | Dan's expression was akin to a deer in headlights as he froze mid reach for the jacket, eyes wide when Destiny shifted a lean leg forward, her thigh exposed unable to help himself, his eyes instantly followed the line of her leg up to that beautiful dip of muscle where the thigh connected to the hip, up to the thin and ornate lace panties that were barely covering a body that already didn't need any adornment.And if his face wasn't red enough, he was promptly given a very generous view of milky skin and gentle curves when she bent forward, her breasts within inches of his nose. Dan jerked back into a fully standing position, goggle eyed as she picked up her jacket, a simple motion that he was sure shouldn't be doing such ridiculously pornographic things to his brain.Only a cave man would call up an escort, he reminded himself.I am such a knuckle draggerHe carefully took the jacket from her and half stumbled to hang it up, barely daring to look back at her as he put it on a hanger and into the closet though he certainly heard her."I I'll get you that cup of tea." Dan managed to get out, nearly sprinting for the kitchen, pausing mid way to search for something he should say, "Please make yourself comfortable. There's I mean, the sitting room is warmer." |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | Despite the bashful expression upon his face being quite flattering, Destiny was uncertain of whether or not this manwantedanything to do with her at all. She half expected him to hide himself away in the closet alongside of her coat! He had been the one to call the service right? Practical jokes had been played on unsuspecting friends of John s back when the company first started Leading to fuming wives and one of the girl s getting a broken nose from a frying pan to the face.The company only permitted a girl be sent, and charged, to the John making the phone call..He had to have been the one to call And yet he tiptoed around her as if she was some dangerous wildcat loose in his home. One that would pounce upon him and rip him to shreds at the slightest offense! .Did he want that? Was he being timid because he wanted to be controlled?No Destiny had seen many closet masochists and this man, with his owlish eyes and two left feet as he seemed to stumble over himself, did not seem like the sort wanting to break out the whips and chains But there was a sense of lacking, in the air. Something Destiny could not quite describe as she made her way into the sitting room, sitting down upon the leather couch, barely making an indentation, though she observed that the cushion upon the left side of the couch was very comfortably worn in compared to the rest...Everything piled upon the coffee table seemed to be organized in reaching distance from that spot.A smile curved upon her face.Placing her hands upon her lap after combing several fingers through her hair, knees bent inward to touch one another, Destiny glanced to a book with several pieces of paper sticking out laid upon the table.National Avian Society Field Guide: Birds of Eastern Europe. The title was printed across a picture of a large Eurasian Eagle Owl, of which Destiny recognized from the forests of her village. Her smile brightened, moving her fingertips between the pages of the large book so as not to disturb the carefully placed torn bits of paper lodged near the spine. |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | Dan tried to still the strange shaking in his hands as he waited for the water to boil, staring intently at the stove as though he might will it to go slower because, because well because he wasn't sure he wanted to go back out there. She was soft and pale and she smelled good and she was so, so pretty. Too pretty, even. Dan had stared down the barrel of a gun without so much as a trembling lip, but beautiful women scared the shit out of him, and this one was no exception to the rule.The kettle began to whistle and Dan damned it before pouring out two steaming mugs of tea he stepped out of the kitchen hesitantly and peered around the doorway, magnified eyes looking at the woman who was currently perched on his couch completely silent, he observed as she flipped curiously through the book. She wasn't just poking around she looked genuinely interested, a fact that nearly startled Dan.He realized then that his fingers were in agony as some of the boiling hot tea had managed to spill onto his hand,"Ngk!" Dan said, and hurriedly put the tea down onto the table, standing upright and shaking out his hand with a soft hiss, "Haaah."He briefly sucked on the burnt skin and gave it another shake before asking, as casually as possible,"You're Russian?" |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | Curiously peeking between pages, being mindful not to disturb anything, absentmindedly subsided as she drew the heavy book onto her lap. Her fingertips curled slightly around the torn pieces of notebook paper to keep them in place as she looked more at the pictures than the actual words. Language was far more than words, written or spoken The photographs of each species of wild bird captured their essence just as well, if not better than the words that described them in the paragraphs below..The twisted beaked vultures drawing strings of ligaments and meat from half frozen corpses buried deep in the snow Plump wrens curled up with their chicks in a nest made of twigs and stolen ribbons The Loons mating..Ngk!Destiny s eyes shot up, shutting the book immediately and placing it back on the table with a panicked start, as if she had been reading his journal or some other lewd personal confessional. John s typically didn t enjoy having their items snooped over understandably so.As he approached the table, placing down the apparently lava filled tea cups, Destiny stood up and produced, of all things, a kerchief from, of all places, between her breasts. A dainty almost doily embroidered looking cloth, with white lace and the initials MAI stitched in English lettering with purple thread upon the lower corner. Are you ok? She frowned, stepping close to him as she moved to wipe the kerchief against the drops of tea still upon his hand and cuff of his sleeve. As he sucked upon his finger, hissing slightly, she couldn t help but to giggle again. It was not funny to burn oneself by any means, but his mannerisms were refreshing.Sitting again, closer this time to that indentation on the opposite end of the couch, Destiny wiped at the dripping tea cups, smiling still as he asked a question typically posed for an icebreaker. Not many people guess right on their first try. They are thinking I am German or Polish Even French! She giggled, wrinkling her nose up slightly as she shook her head. Her eyes wandered back up towards him, setting the kerchief down on the table beside the book before patting the cushion beside her. Please, sit. I am not going to bite...Unless you ask of course |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | Dan froze with his fingers halfway to his mouth, watching as Destiny retrieved a kerchief from a spot that, all things considered, was incredibly convenient. Also distracting. He stared as she stood and approached him, gentle hands blotting away the droplets of tea that lingered on his skin, leaving the retired superhero feeling a little like a clumsy kid.I must look like an idiot.He was used to it by now despite being of above average intelligence, Dan had been a member of thewatchmenand had thus been exposed to both Adrien Veidt and Dr. Manhattan on a daily basis. It was enough to make anyone feel like an idiot.But feeling stupid in front of women was a completely different thing this made Dan feel bashful, a feeling he wasn't particularly fond of he barely kept himself from scuffing his slipper against the ground like an embarrassed child would do or giggling about the fact he could see cleavage.I'm so immature. Christ."That's probably because most of the people around here aren't exposed to other cultures, except for what they see on the television." Dan said, jerking his head towards the screen for emphasis he looked back and found her curled up on the couch, patting what was clearly a well used spot on the couch. Dan swallowed down his nervousness and edged his way over, settling into the spot with a nervous laugh,"So then," Dan said conversationally, "Your name isn't really Destiny." |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | As he sat down, she scooted just a little bit closer to him. Nothing drastic, as she didn t wish to make him more uncomfortable than he already seemed to be, but just close enough so that her left thigh was pressing lightly against his right. She inclined her head slightly as she watched him, her long hair veiling over her shoulder, brushing against his arm slightly as she smiled watching as his eyes darted back and forth beneath those thick lenses, trying to settle somewhere, anywhere but on her.And then he mentioned her name, and she reclined slightly. Her hands settling upon her lap as she smiled, forcing a soft laugh as she looked away, towards the Bird book on the coffee table. The light from the muted television flickering upon her face, casting shadows across them both before flooding them with temporary light, repeating itself as the pictures changed on screen. No, it is not She smiled, a twinge of momentary melancholy to her voice, before she turned her head back towards him. Not one of the John s before him had ever questioned about her name Mostly because they didn t care, or had thought that her accent was put on to sound more exotic. To think she actually struggled with their language and wasn t from their country was not really a concern considering for the service they paid for As long as she had the parts, cleanparts, her name could be anything and they wouldn t seem to care.Maybe if she had a boys name there would be more of a reaction, but as far as Destiny was concerned, it sounded like a name good enough to f You really want to know my name? She asked, her brows furrowed in disbelief, but a soft smile still parting her glossy lips.His interest, whether forced or not, was most unexpected and yet incredibly .charming.Or pehraps she was just too dazzled by the fact he had actually noticed her name, or bothered to ask where she was from, that if he was feigning sincerity...that she didn't seem to care. |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | Superheroes were not average citizens, this was a fact any one person who donned a cape or a mask to save lives could never be considered common but as far as Dan was concerned, amongst heroes, he fell directly on the line of mediocrity, it was a complex that came from years of working alongside the likes of the smartest man in the world and, well, Superman. However, Dan had settled himself with the idea long ago he was of above average intelligence, but Veidt would always be more brilliant his strength was impressive, but Manhattan's was immeasurable he was determined, but Rorschach would always be more dogged.This was all fine, because Dan Dreiberg was humble enough to accept it, but he was also capable of acknowledging that he had provided a service that few other heroes could he was the mediator, the leftist amongst right wing extremists.As socially awkward as he was, Dan was perceptive.And he was perceptive enough then to see that there was much, much more to the woman who was sitting beside him, and yet again he hated himself for ordering her. Like take out."I want to know your name." Dan replied sincerely, his fingers entwined with eachother, a nervous attempt to keep them occupied, suddenly unclear on what he should do with them. |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | As he affirmed her question, her purpose for being there seemed to traipse fleetingly from her mind. It was almost like they were having a conversation an actual conversation that neither party feigned interest in for the sake of awkward small talk before business was taken care of For a moment she seemed to forget, or at least ignore, the fact that he was a John and she was a call girl.For a moment she forced herself to believe that she had a life outside of the Dream. My name is Magdalena, That radiant smile widening upon her painted lips as she picked up a notepad and pen from the coffee table, writing neatly in the margins of the page Magdalena Ivanov in elegant cursive loops. The first letter of both her first and last name slightly larger than the rest, and the first stem of the M had been looped into a small heart that she colored in with black ink as she looked up to him. Magdalena Ivanov, with v not f she giggled slightly, tilting the paper towards him. Many people say Eefahnoff she pursed her lips slightly, to emphasize theff s I suppose they are not use to such spellings Russian is harsh sounding language to some Twirling the pen between her lean fingertips, she placed the notepad on his lap, slipping the pen between his clasped fingers before gesturing to the page. How do you write your name? |
In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket) | Dan Dreiberg frequently had cause to feel clumsy and cumbersome, and the situation he presently found himself was no different in that regard as Destiny Magdalena scrawled her name across the margins of a notebook, he had to pause to observe the elegance of it. The more introspective part of his brain observed that she had clearly spent a long time writing and had put a great deal of thought into every stroke she made with the pen which was more than any American could say, most of them stopped using cursive in grade school.Not to mention the tiny little heart made his own ache a little, for reasons he wasn't sure of. Maybe because it reminded him of a girl in high school, doodling in her notebook at her desk. Not for the first time, it occurred to him that she was likely quite young but even with all of his social ineptitudes, Dreiberg knew better than to ask a lady her age it was rude.Instead, he gently took the proferred pen and scribbled his own name down left handed, the words all tilted to the right, written out with little flourish, the legible but untiny writing of a man who has spent years writing out painfully long papers usually about physics or birds. Or sometimes both.He held out the notebook for her to see, feeling for all the world like Tarzan trying to communicate with Jane,"Magdalena." Dan repeated, "It's a beautiful name." |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | Karin Kurosaki sighed as she stopped at the entrance to the park, grumbling as she looked in. As usual the lights along the path were out, leaving the park in near total darkness. Still, it would cut a good 20 minutes off her walk home. "Geez....why'd I have to stay and practice soccer for so long...?" The girl folded her arms, glancing around as she thought for a few more moments, then shrugged her shoulders and set off through the park. "Screw it, I wanna get home, and it's not like anything is gonna happen, I can take care of myself"The girl ran a hand through her black hair, then adjusted her bag on her shoulders. Things in town had settled down in the past few years, and Karin was now 13 years old, nearly 14, and life was finally back to normal. No weird Hollow's running all over the place or Shinigami dashing around. Finally this was a normal town and Karin was living a normal life.....well....as normal as she could get with her father anyway. The girl was so deep in thought she was paying little, if any, attention to her surroundings, just following the dark path through the park. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | It wasn't like everything was back to normal. At least, nothing was coming from the other side for now. He was a wolf spirit that had taken a human's body and melded it to his own purposes. Of course, in the process of doing so, he'd killed the human and consumed his spirit. Not that he much cared about some petty human and no one missed him. So, even though he walked like a human, talked like a human, had arms and legs and fingers, he also had padded paws and claws on his hands and feet, fur covering his body and the muzzle of a wolf. People always thought that humans became wolves at the sight of full moons, but it was really spirits that came out, taking the human's body and soul. A small few became wolves and other animals, most became other demons.This girl wasn't exactly hard to find. She'd wandered into his forest and gave off a rather unique spiritual pressure. Stalking after her, his tail swayed behind him. Sneaking after her, he'd found a young girl. She was rather cute for a human. Maybe he'd keep this one as a toy instead of flat out eating her. Sneaking up behind her, the last thing she'd remember is a hard thunk on the head before waking up on a rather lavish bed in a dimly lit, but broad and spacious cave. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | Karin thought she felt....something rather odd. Before she could turn around though, she felt the impact to the back of her head. In the moment before she lost consciousness, Karin managed to figure out that some kind of spiritual being had been responsible, but there was no time to contemplate or protest as she slipped into unconsciousness, dropping to the ground in the pitch black park.When she awoke Karin didn't know how long it had been. She sat up slowly and rubbed the back of her head, thinking for a moment until she remembered what had happened. "Wh what?!" She quickly opened her eyes, looking around slowly. "A cave....? With a bed....?" The girl blinked, slowly crawling off the bed and looking around for a way out. "Gotta get out of here...." |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | From the outside, it looked like a normal cave. It was deeper in, when it was so dark that one could not see even their hand in front of their face, there was a wall built of stone with a wooden door in it. He'd built it all after he'd taken the human's body. He'd furnished it so it was lavish and more comfortable than any hotel room would be. The sheets were silk, the pillows were down, and the bed was air foam instead of spring.A few moments after she'd been awake and probably had already tested the door to find it locked, she'd see her captor entering from another room deeper in the cave. It would seem he'd made the whole cave system his home. The tall, lean black wolf walked in, looking over at her with a devious smirk. "This won't be easy for you... but it'll be pleasurable for me." He says, his tail swaying happily. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | Karin noticed a door, immediately hurrying over to try it, turning the handle every way she could, pushing and pulling on the door, then kicked at it, though it was much too solid. "D damnit...." She growled, about to start looking for another exit, before she suddenly heard another door open. Quickly the girl looked around, yelping at the sight that greeted her. "Wh what the....? What....what are....who are you....?!"The girl swallowed nervously, backing up against the door she had just previously been trying to open. "What the hell are you talking about...? What's going to be pleasureable for you....?" |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | The wolf gives a laugh, watching her press herself to the door, as if she might magically pass through it and be saved. Unfortunately for her, that wasn't the case, and she was still in deep trouble. As young as she is, no amount of imaginative heroes were going to come save her. She was trapped, and it was quite obvious that this wasn't his first time to the rodeo of taking girls like her.Walking over to her, he smirks. "Who, what, why, all of your questions are irrelevant. All you need to know is that you're going to do a lot of screaming, a lot of crying, and I'm going to enjoy it quite a bit." Grabbing her by the shirt, he tosses her like she weighs nothing, the young girl landing on the bed. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | Karin's heart was pouding as she heard the wolf laughing, swallowing nervously, trying the door one last time until the wolf was now right infront of her, the girl slowly looking up at it's face. "N no way.....no way am I going to do a damn thing you want!" She yelped when he grabbed her shirt, throwing her onto the bed, coughing as she landed. "B bastard....." She looked back up at him, growling in defiance. Oh she was a fiesty one.....perhaps the fiestiest girl he had ever managed to ensnare. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | He gives a laugh, walking over to the young girl on the bed, looking at him with a defiance that he loved to watch break as he stuffed himself into a girl who's far too small for a large canine like himself. Going over to her, he grabs the collar of her shirt, taking her and forcing her down onto the bed on her face. Like this, she can feel his paw slip into her skirt, rubbing her pink folds through her panties. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | Karin was about to say something else when he grabbed the collar of her shirt, crying out when he slammed her face first into the bed, wincing and coughing as the air was knocked out of her lungs. "What the hell do you wan " Karin's question was cut off when she felt a hand reaching up her skirt then suddenly start to stroke her through her panties. Her eyes went wide as the realisation of what this.....thing....wanted. "No way....NO WAY!" She started squirming, kicking her legs, trying uselessly to hurt the thing and kick it away from her. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | By the way that he was holding her, her flailing legs didn't have much of a chance at striking at him. Holding her down, the wolf smirks. "I told you. You'd do a lot of screaming and crying." He tells her again. Grabbing her panties in his paw, he literally tears them from her hips, letting the tatters of her panties fall to the floor. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | When she realised she was doing exactly what he wanted Karin growled and clenched her fists, about to try swinging a fist around to hit him when she felt him grip her white panties, then suddenly shredded them, a cry of surprise escaping from her lips whether she wanted it to or not, her smooth, tight ass now revealed as her skirt flapped up, her pussy almost hairless, though the girl quickly squeezed her legs together to try and hide it. "Perverted bastard!" |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | Watching her try to swing her fist back from the position it was in, he gives a laugh, the blow landing on nothing but air. Still holding her head down to the bed, he smirks, leaning down and whispering into her ear. "Well..." He says, undoing his jeans quite in her line of sight. "I could just... you know..." The wolf slips his large, throbbing cock from his jeans, the knot at the base as thick as her fist. "Just eat you instead." |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | Karin silently cursed to herself when her fist swang uselessly through the air, not connecting with anything. She sqirmed when he moved to whisper in her ear, about to say something until he removed his jeans, gasping as his cock slipped free. It was.....huge. It was as long and thick as her arm, a knot at the base as wide as her fist. Did he seriously think he had any chance of fitting that inside of her?! "You....you can't be serious....no....no no NO!" She started squirming once more. Right now, being eaten almost seemed preferable to what he was planning to do withthatthing! |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | Holding her hips in his paws, he smirks. His reach quite a bit further than hers, he simply keeps her pinned to the bed, her legs over the edge, on either side of his hips. Holding her hips tightly enough that she couldn't squirm or kick effectively, he rubs the tip of his cock against her pussy. "Rrrr, I can certainly tell no male before me has played with this little cutie." He says, smirking as he pushes just the tip of himself into her pussy. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | Karin continued to squirm, struggling against his grip, but all it ended up doing was make her seem to almost sensually wiggle her hips, as if inviting him him whether she wanted to or not. "No....no...N " Karin was cut off when he suddenly pushed the tip inside. The tip alone in her small, 13 year old body was enough to break her hymen, eliciting a cry of pain from the girl, her body as tight as a vice around him as he started to push inside. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | The wolf grins when he hears her scream. "That's it..." He tells her, watching her squirming under him. Even though her screaming and fighting said one thing about her, her hips swayed and her pussy squeezed. It was quite obvious how much her inner, carnal instincts wanted the wolf inside of her. His paws holding her hips, he pushes into her further, giving her the entire head of his cock, feeling her stretch around him. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | Karin screamed out as he pushed more of the cock inside of her. Oh god it was so big it felt like someone was pushing their fist inside of her, stretching her body to its limits. "Nngh...st stop!" Despite her protests, her pussy was starting to grow wet, her body reacting to the stimulation and trying to make the insertion easier and less painful for her. "Oh god...." He fists were clenched tightly around the bed sheets, pulling at them tightly, her eyes closed so hard she could see stars. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | She could feel the large wolf cock penetrating her pussy, slowly entering her, leaking its warm precum all over her pink folds. Pushing his shaft into her, inch by inch, she was taking a cock that was far too large for a fully grown girl, so for Karin to still be her age, she was taking quite a bit more inside of her. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | Karin's eyes rolled into the back of her head as the cock pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, the girl only able to gurgle rather than talk. Her belly was bulging with the size of the intruder inside of her, though from her position laying on her front it was impossible to see without flipping her over. Her pussy only seemed to get tighter as he get deeper, her juices starting to run around his shaft to make the insertion just a little easier. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | The large wolf dick kept sliding deeper and deeper inside of her pussy as he enjoys himself. Stuffing the entire shaft inside of her, he growls hotly from the pleasure. Feeling his whole shaft in her pussy, he slaps her ass. "Mmm, now that is a good girl, taking all of a wolf dick. Except, I think..." He smirks, turning over over, making her turn on his cock. Laying on her back, the large bulge under her belly button was quite apparent. Taking her hand, he puts it to the bulge, letting her feel his throbbing cock inside of her. "I'm a little too big. Which is a shame for you, because that won't stop me." |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | Karin howled in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he rammed the entire shaft of his cock inside of her, including the knot at the base, though if Karin knew anything about biology.....that knot was going to get a hell of a lot bigger. "St stop..." For the first time in her life, Karin whimpered, begging him to stop, shaking her head as she was flipped over, looking down at the bulge in her stomach and her eyes widening. "N no....it's....too big...." |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | The wolf holds her hips, licking his lips. Pushing himself inside of her pussy again and again, he slides himself deep into her. Feeling her squirming on his cock, he growls with his pleasure. Sliding into her tight folds over and over again, he holds onto her hips. Suddenly, he forces her to take the knot into her, even if it isn't fully swollen yet. Sliding it into her pussy suddenly, forcing her to stretch and take him, her stomach bulges more as he enters her deeper. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | Karin panted as she looked down her body, watching as her small chest rose and fell with each breath, the bulge in her stomach moving. "Please....I'm begging you....take it out..." Instead however, she felt him clench her hips tighter, then suddenly ram the remainder of his cock into her, forcing a fist sized knot into her body, the girl again screaming out as her stomach bulged out further, the tip of his cock now pushing past her cervix so he was directly inside of her womb.Her body was growing hotter and wetter, juices starting to leak from her body, the pain even starting to subside as pleasure began to creep in. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | The wolf holds her hips, his large canine dick deep in her pussy, not allowing her to pull herself free of his cock. Feeling his large shaft pushing into her womb, he growls in pleasure. "Now, here comes the best part, girly..." He tells her, licking his fangs. As he holds her, she could feel his already large knot swelling in her pussy. As it gets fully swollen in her, she could feel herself locked around his cock, unable to pull herself off of him if she wanted to, about to be forced to allow a wolf to orgasm into her womb. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | Karin lay there panting in a mixture of pain and pleasure, looking up at him as he spoke. "Wh what....? What are...what are you talking abouuuuuuuu!" She cried out as the knot started swelling up, near doubling in size and creating a large round bulge in her stomach. Her tight body convulsed around his cock, the knot pressing right against her g spot. "Nnngh....nyagh!" The girl suddenly cried out as she came, her pussy tightening and spasming around him as orgasm ripped through her body, causing her body to grind around his cock, juices squirting everywhere. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | The wolf lets out a loud growl, starting to orgasm. She could feel warm, thick wolf cum starting to pour deep into her, filling her womb with his sticky seed as he pours himself inside of her. It's quite obvious that the wolf is enjoying his climax considering how much cum he's pouring into the poor girl. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | The sensation of his thick, hot cum pouring into her was odd to say the least, but it only served to heighten the pleasure that Karin was feeling. She couldn't help letting out a low groan of pleasure as his cum pumped directly into her womb, causing it to fill and expand quickly, her stomach bulging even further now, two distinct bumps visible on her body. One from his massive knot, the other from her womb being pumped full of his cum, bulging out her stomach until she looked almost like she was a few months pregnant. "Nnnngh...." She slowly shook her head, panting heavily, her body still tight around his cock, the knot only holding his cock inside of her, along with every drop of his cum. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | The wolf holds onto her hips as he finishes his orgasm, having quite enjoyed himself. His tail flicking behind him as he looks down at her. Rubbing her stomach, he licks his lips. "Produce lots of babies for me..." The wolf tells her, watching her. As he does, her body starts to absorb the cum, taking it in and changing her. The swell of the cum in her stomach recedes until the only bulge is again his knot. She could feel herself change, subtle, but definite. Her spine elongated into a long, fluffy canine tail and her ears shifted on her head to atop, becoming pointed, long, fluffy, canine ears. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | Babies? Babies?! Karin's eyes widened in sudden panic. That was right, he could get her pregnant! Oh god what would she do if that happened?! Before she could think about it though she felt rather....odd. Karin gasped suddenly, fists clenching tightly at the bedsheets as her stomach started to go down so the only bulge was his knot and cock, the cum flowing into her body, mixing with her. "Nngh!" She arched her back, crying out as her body got hot, a burning on her head and back. A few moments, the tial sprouted just above her ass, her ears shifting and changing, until she collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily, still unaware of what had happned to her. "P please....please let me go....I wont tell anyone about this I promise....just please....please let me go home..." |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | The wolf looks down at her and gives a laugh. Before too much longer, he pulls his cock free of her pussy. Looking at her ears and tail, he smirks. "Mmm, fine. You want to go so badly, then go." Black tells her, folding his arms across his chest. When she was looking like that, he knew that she'd either be found out, or she'd break. Either way, she'd come crawling back to him. He'd taken her and put her exactly where he wanted her to be. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | Karin whimpered and gasped as he finally pulled his cock out of her body, coughing and slowly crawling off the bed, not seeming to notice her new tail and ears. "Wh why....?" She slowly looked up at him as she started trying to gather up her clothes. "Why me....? Why did you do that to me....?" |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart." The wolf says casually, as if he'd done nothing more than bump into her on the street. "I promise, I'm never coming after you again. Although, I think you know where to find me, should the need arise." He tells her, putting his paws behind his back and standing there, not blocking her exit route in the least. |
Walking home (fandom x Broken Knight) | "Bastard" Karin practically spat out the words, grabbing her panties and going to pull them on. When they wouldn't come up over her ass however, she blinked, turning to look around at herself, eyes widening as she spotted the large tail that was now sticking out of her. "Wh what....? Oh god....wh what did you do to me?!" She turned to look back at him, her voice a mixture of fear and anger. |
Sherlock's Luck(miavance68 and I) | A loud noise is heard in sherlock's room. A small explosion just took place, as sherlock expirements with rare ingredients. Being left with nothing but a blackened face and widened eyes, sherlock scraps his idea by pushing the beaker on the floor. It breaks."If i could only..."He says looking at a long drape on the right side of his window. He raises his eyebrows and points his index finger up. As rushes to the drapes and ripes them down and starts ripping peices off. He slowly wraps each peice barrel of a gun that was in his room.After several minutes, he picks up the gun, which now has several peices of cloth attached to the end of the barrel.He points it at a wall and shoots. Cloth peices gets sent flying and he right ear rings."Silencing a gun with cloth. Void." |
Sherlock's Luck(miavance68 and I) | Irene just accepted he was a strange man and he would always have strange behavoir. His loneliness just caused it to become more clear once and a while. She just needed to find a way to keep him from being lonely... that was where she came in. Irene was to be his new companion and she would draw attention to him indeed.The minute she got to 221 Baker Street, she was immediately sent up to a room by the pushy old woman. When she reached for the knob, the old lady nearly screamed. There had been a gun shot, "That bloody..." she muttered. Irene stopped the old woman, "Ma'm... do not worry about escorting me in... I understand Mr.Holmes is in this room. I shall go in myself." With that, she thanked the old woman and slipped into the dark room without warning. She closed the door behind her and turned around. |
Sherlock's Luck(miavance68 and I) | Holmes looked at her through a Magnifying glass. In his perspective she was very samll, and very far away.In hers his eye was rather large."And who are.."He moved the magnifying glass away from his face and threw it across the room and looked at the woman."...you!?"He walked to a table and picked up a letter opener. |
Sherlock's Luck(miavance68 and I) | Her face turned bright red as she looked to him. "Oh, Holmes... if only you could understand..." she said looking towards him. She placed her things down. "I have merely came back... ever since I heard you have lacked championship since the absence of Watson." She walked forward slowly while looking at him. "It's been a while..." she smiled to him softly, "Do tell me... how have you been taking care of yourself? By the looks of it, you must have skipped a few meals... or missed a few nights of rest." |
Sherlock's Luck(miavance68 and I) | "6 nights to be exact!"He quickly twirls around and rushes to a chalkboard."look, if the ecosystem of the..."He continues mumbling scientific term while scribbling equations on the board. |
Sherlock's Luck(miavance68 and I) | Instantly, she walked up behind him and yanked the chalk from his hand. "Look, there is no possible way you're going to get outside if you stay in here and try to find the meaning of life." She placed a hand on his shoulder, "Please, Holmes... just listen to me..." she looked at him desperately. |
Sherlock's Luck(miavance68 and I) | He sighed."What is outside that needs me?"He walks to the other side of the room, and quickly turns around."A case!? do we have a case?"His eyes turn like a kid looking into a candy shop. |
Sherlock's Luck(miavance68 and I) | She tried to fight a smile. Could she lie? Would that be so wrong? He would be too upset with her if she did, right?"Well, Holmes... actually yes... we do have a case..." she looked to him and then looked to the gun on the ground. She was doing the right thing. Looking back to him, she said, "It involves a few murders..." |
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Sherlock's Luck(miavance68 and I) | "Murders! Oh my specialty!!!"He twirls around almost flinging the clothes off of him till he is in his underwear, then putting on better clothes. He quickly does so then looks at her."Well then. Off we go!"He says picking up his cane and hat. |
Sherlock's Luck(miavance68 and I) | She smiled weakly looking towards him and said, "Oh, but of course!" beaming, she grabbed her bag glad she managed to at least get him out of the house. "Let's go, then!" she said grinning to him and opening the door for him so he could walk through. "Sir, it's been so long for you, hasn't it?" she smirked slightly. |
Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin)) | Maximilian Draco was what many might call a loner. So it was no surprise that he was in this age old forest alone despite the fact that most would fear even coming near to these woods or the ruins found within. But Max was also not a man known for fear, far from it as he was one of the few in the many kingdoms who could be called Knight Errant. He was a wandering swordsman and in fact a knight though he had no sworn oath of allegiance to any given kingdom at the moment. But that was another story all together.He moved through the trees swiftly and confidently wearing a jacket of light sectioned armor. At his hip hung a beautifully crafted sword and upon one arm was a collapsible shield. The odd part about his attire however was the large wrapped bundle that was strapped to his back, sticking from its wrappings was what appeared to be the hilt of a sword though it was larger than any typical blade would have... then again the bundle was a good deal larger than any typical blade as well. It made for a rather odd sight to behold should anyone else be lurking in the woods. His stride was filled with purpose and determination and his eyes scanned the woods as if looking for some sort of sign or indication of something in particular. Finally he paused and keeled to examine the foliage and the way the trail he was on was marked and nodded his head a bit as if confidant he had found what he was looking for.There was the sound of snapping brush to one side and Max dove into a roll just as a gout of flame filled the space where he was moments before. With a flick of his wrist the shield on his left arm unfolded just in time for him to use it to parry a second gout of flame before diving over the tail of the Dragon that had finally revealed itself. His motions were graceful and lightning quick which was surprising given that he looked to be quite powerfully built. At the moment he also wore a makeshift helm with visor but that seemed more a determent than a help at the moment as it narrowed his field of vision. He dropped into a crouch and raise the shield just in time to take the brunt of another gout of flame before the dragon roared thinking it had won.Suddenly though there was a resounding click as the flames died down and Max stood tossing the charred shield and several sections of the armor aside. He likewise tossed the helmet to reveal long flowing black hair and eyes of crystal blue which seemed perfect suited to the dashingly handsome face that was now revealed. His right hand went to the massive pommel over his shoulder even as his left reached around and pulled a drawstring on the bundle freeing it and letting its wrapping fall. Now the powerful young man was brandishing a sword easily four feet long if it was an inch and he moved with surprising speed now freed of the armor. He dove over the dragons first swipe spinning as he did so and slashing across the beasts limb in the process earning a howl of pain... he had drawn first blood. But he did not pause when he landed but instead pivoted and swung that mighty blade even as the dragon scrambled away, still he scored a large gouge in the beasts side. He saw the tail coming and ducked low as he charged forward... the dragons tail narrowly missed him but his charge forced the beast to rear up in order to scramble backwards. That was the moment he had waited for and suddenly he stood and brought the sword up in a might vertical swing that gouged the beasts belly, and then with a final lunge he drove that giant blade through the neck of the wounded beast.As the dragon fell to the ground in its death throws Max dropped to a knee and mumbled to himself, "And to think Alan claimed me a fool for asking the Master to learn that style... will have to make sure to tell him about this next time I am in Asturia." He stood only when the dragon was clearly dead and made his way over drawing the sword at his hip, he used it to carve and force the wound in the beasts belly further open and then reached in with a gloved hand to draw out what he had came to these woods for in the first place, a Drag energist.No sooner did he have it in his hand than he heard the approach of men behind him and a rather exaggerated applause before a gravely voice spoke, "Bravo... now when we finish we can tell them we killed a dragon slayer not just some fallen knight... you are going to pay for what you did to my brother." |
Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin)) | An airship was on its way to Fanelia, carrying supplies toward the nation that was trying to rebuild itself. They were a group of merchants, skilled fighters and traders from Austria. Their leader, a young rebellious woman who was the daughter of their former employer, stood at the front of the bridge, glancing out at the glass windows that allowed them to see everything before them. Noting the flames that were coming out of the forest, her brows rose with interest. Her sub commander came to her side and noticed the flames as well. A dragon, he said slowly as he glanced around the bridge. They all knew that there were dragons around Fanelia, for it was one of the most known facts about the small country. It was one of the reasons why merchants preferred to not travel on foot throughout the land, fear of running into one of the beasts. It would surely kill them and all their merchandise. This did not detour the young merchant though. She was the daughter of a wealthy merchant who had passed away shortly before Zaibach had fallen. Thus it became her job to take care of the company, which she did more than willingly. Not being able to stand court, she eagerly ran off to run the family business. It was in her blood, having the same sense of adventure that her father had while he was alive.Leaning closer to the glass, the woman smirked and started barking out orders to her men to lower the airship. I want a closer look at this dragon. She said in a slightly husky voice. The men began to protest, not wanting to risk the ship, but a firm scolding from her got them to bow in submission. Soon the airship was descending, and the young merchant went outside onto the bow of the airship. She had climbed it all her life, ever since she was a child, and knew that she would keep her bearings. Crouching low to the bow of her ship, she held on and glanced down at the forest that was getting closer. She saw the slain dragon, and a few men corning the one covered in dragon blood.The situation immediately appeared to be fowl. The men were fighting the lone knight, who appeared to be from the area from his garb. She immediately grabbed onto a loose cable and jumped off of her airship, swinging downward into the forest. Landing on top of one of the men who were going to attack the man covered in dragon blood. Unsheathing her blade, she brought it down on another and kicked the man she landed on down so he would stay there. With a playful smirk on her face, she winked at the man holding the huge sword and stood beside him, holding up her dainty saber. It had elaborate writing on it, clearly indicating that it was an antique. Need help stranger? she asked in a chipper tone. The bodice around her torso was made of leather, as was the brown trousers on her legs. She had boots up to her knees and a sash wrapped around her hips. Her white shirt was fluffy around the shoulders, cut short to reveal her tanned skin. Wearing gloves over her hands, she gripped the sword tightly with her right arm. On her left was a jeweled ring, signaling that she was a member of a higher glass family. Her long curly locks flew about her shoulders and back, soft and silky looking as the sunlight hit it. Her green eyes flashed up and met the crystal blue ones of the errant knight. |
Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin)) | Max's gaze was calm and collected as he took in the situation and flashed the young woman a rather dashing smile. He turned his crystal blue gaze to the brigands who had tried to jump him... he counted six of them standing but was fairly sure there were more of them than that. He recognized their leader as the younger brother of another brigand who had tried to get the drop on him in what was a less than fair fight to begin with... it had not ended well for the brigands. He smirked a bit and let his eyes drift to the massive sword still stuck in the dead Dragon. Without a word he took it and drew it from the beast and with a flick of his wrist sent the dragons blood flying to the crisp green grass at their feet. He brandished the massive blade with a shocking skill and grace before smirking and finally answering the young woman who had so recently arrived."It would be rude of me to refuse aid out in the middle of nowhere, and I would not want to seem rude." He turned his gaze back to the brigands and then drove his massive sword into the ground beside him before he once more drew the ornate longsword that hung at his side. It was beautifully crafted and seemed the sort of thing that would not be out of place in one of the royal courts or as a gift from the nobility. He dropped into the stance of a trained swordsmen as his eyes held a certain fire to them, "Since you did not bring any Guymelefs this time I guess I will stick to my longsword today."The leader of the bandits snarled, "You used that sword to take my brothers arm you bastard." Max smirked a bit and then shrugged before resuming his flawless stance, "Then your big brother should not have brought a guymelef to a sword fight."The leader of the brigands simply snarled and nodded in the knight's direction, three of his men charged without a second though. What happened next was to say the least rather surprising. The young man parried the first thrust with a downward stroke then with a shift of his wrist reversed his blades direction even as a swift kick of his heal through the first parried blade wide... on its upswing it batted the second brigands thrust aside and then with a lightning quick motion it snapped back to stop a mere inch or two in front of the third brigands throat even as drove the elbow of his free arm into the second brigands jaw while simultaneously using the return sweep of his foot to take one leg out from under the first brigand. In what amounted to a few breaths he had grounded two and held the third on the tip of his blade."Then again... maybe you should have brought Guymelefs" In the end however the wisecrack was meant to prod them into sloppy mistakes, three men out of twelve as impressive as it may have been... was not a feat that would ensure overall victory. Max knew that he was fast but if more of them rushed at once he would be in a bit of trouble. So he taunted them and hoped the young woman who had descended from the airship was as capable as she seemed. |
Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin)) | Hearing the stranger s comment of not wanting to be rude only brought a smirk to the young merchant lips.Oh he s good she thought to herself when she saw how effortlessly he wielded the huge blade.He s really good.Her green eyes flicked around the group, taking in the six men and immediately analyzing how difficult it would be to defeat them all with this stranger. She was rather skilled with a sword, for a woman, but she knew that with this stranger beside her it should be no problem. Knowing the hum of her airship anywhere, she could tell that it was getting closer, descending into the jungle to look for her most likely.The dispute between the two didn t really concern her thoughts. From what she gathered this man had injured the other s brother and the whiny pipsqueak wanted some revenge so he got the gang together.How pitifully pathetic. Not even man enough to fight his own battles on his own...Glancing to the experienced swordsman beside her, she smirked seeing his blade and raised hers once more. Clearly they both had more in common than was originally thought. The mentioning of guymelefs intrigued her even more as well. She had her own locked up in the airship, but that was a matter to be attended too later. Her brows raised highly when she saw how swiftly he had parried the first three s attack, and it made her smirk devilishly.Okay, he is better than good... I know that fighting style, he must have trained under someone incredibly special, just like Her thoughts had been cut short. Two men from behind rushed her but luckily she had heard the snapping of twigs. Immediately spinning around, her thin and graceful form bent as she moved, contorting almost to what seemed to be impossible feats. Her blade immediately whipped out and slashed at one of her attacker s swords, sending it flying into the air. She immediately kicked him square in his jewels before slamming her booted heel into his jaw, a loud snap being heard. Clearly she was stronger than she appeared. Whipping around to the second one who was charging her, her arm stretched forward and unleashed an array of quick slashes toward his blade, moving almost faster than he was able to process. Thus the difference in their skill. He was a crude excuse for a swordsman, and she was an above par example of a swordswoman. Her father had seen to that little fact.Quickly flicking her wrist, she slashed at the second man s belly, cutting deeply, and held her blood soaked blade up toward the others that were surrounding them. Her chest was slowly rising and falling as she breathed, the bodice making it a bit difficult, but she was managing nicely. Spreading her feet out from underneath her, she grinned at a few and let out a low growl, meant to intimidate them. Well come on! she shouted, egging them on further. What s wrong, are you scared of a petty little woman? You are a bunch of sleazy beggars who deserve nothing but the divine punishment of our blades. I would sincerely advise that you reconsider your options. A wicked grin spread across her lips as she spoke clearly she was rather enjoying this whole adventure.Suddenly the group that was attacking them heard ropes flying through the air and a crash through the forest. The nose of the airship suddenly appeared above them, and ropes were dangling down from the tip. A large figure was descending down toward them, and landed with a rather large crash. Standing upright, the bandits were faced with a man so tall it made even the errant knight appear tiny. Grabbing a large hammer, the giant man swung it toward a three of the bandits, making contact with one. The sound of his ribs breaking immediately filled the surrounding area. Wielding the large weapon with ease, the man s bulging muscles and scar ridden arms showed that he was someone not to mess with. Clearly he could take out multiple men with one blow of his weapon. This in turn scared the bandits beyond belief. About time you showed up, Brawler. The merchant woman said with a snicker. She jumped for another one of the men attacking her, landing squarely on his chest and slamming him into the ground, knocking all of the breath out of him which rendered him unconscious. Of course Mistress, the huge man said with a deep bear voice. It made the errant knight s chest quiver it bore that much strength to it. Brawler then spun his hammer around the errant knight and took out another two of the attackers. All that was left was the leader and two of his goons. Brawler and the young merchant each took a side beside the errant knight, wide smirks across both of their faces as they stared forward. So, care to dance? she asked the leader as she flicked her blood tipped saber at him, taking a fencer s stance. |
Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin)) | Max was a bit surprised at the new arrivals size, people that him a bit over sized just because he seemed a match for Balgus... and though he was a big man with the muscles to back it up this new arrival dwarfed him in size and strength it seemed. He was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth though and so was all to happy for the help as he noticed more thugs pouring from the woods to meet them. He also noticed the well muscled but still rather curvy young woman holding her own with the help of her giant friend. But then he heard a sound that would have frightened most in this situation and with it an angry howl from the bandit leader."Funny you should say that mister cocky knight... because I actually brought two friends of my big brothers with me today." and just as he said it two Guymelefs came crashing through the trees. Max closed his eyes and shook his head as she sheathed the long sword once more at his hip and walked over to the massive blade he left in the ground. It never ceased to amaze him how few people out there seemed to realize that he was probably one of the few men who would not be intimidated even by a Gymelef. He pulled the sword his master had gifted him from the ground and dropped into a very different combat stance as his gaze fell upon the new arrivals and he spoke only a few words though they were uttered loud enough for all to hear, "Guess you didn't learn last time."What happened next was something most never could have imagined. This man without any heavy armor and that massive sword in hand charged the Guymelefs. Using his impressive physique and a well timed jump fueled by his own power as well as the weight of the suddenly swinging sword... He leaped over the giant of a man who had been addressed as 'Brawler' and even as Max flew through the air and swung that massive blade over his head. The first Guymelef managed to parry his blow with a resounding ring of metal on metal, only for the swordsman to plant his foot on its chest and kick off spining so that his blade swung in a horizontal arc towards the second Guymelef. His second opponent brought up a shield to gaurd against the blow and Max kicked off that with an impressive back flick that landed him just out of range of the first Guymelef's counter attack. He charged forward once more ducking under the sword of the second Guymelef and then shifting his grip planted his stride on the foot of the first Guymelef and leapt up following that leap with a second bound off its leg... and with a powerful upward arc of his blade he cleaved straight through the arm of the first mech sending its blade and limb to the ground even as he planted his foot and pushed off raising his sword to parry the blow from the remaining Guymelef. The blow spun him but he landed gracefully on the ground and used the force of that spin to continue into a spiral even as he charged forward and with a second mighty swing cleaved through the leg of the remaining Guymelef sending it tumbling to the ground.In the confusion of that moment as the two Guymelefs were reeling he leaped up driving his blade through the energist of the fallen mech, then pulling it out with a leap and a spinning slash drove it into the energist of the now one armed Guymelef before kicking off and landing gracefully once more. As the bandits looked on in shock and fear he casually raised the blade and then rested it across his shoulders with a smirk... most of the thugs were already fleeing in fear and the color had drained from their leaders face."I think we are done here... unless you would like to go a round with me on your own... proper honorable combat given you think I wronged you... or we can let this end and be done with it." The bandit leader looked to the fallen Guymelefs and then back to this strange Knight and then simply nodded before turning around and bolting like a frightened child. Max then with one last elegant swing buried his blade in the ground once more and walked over to retrieve his armor and the wrapping for his massive sword. He gathered his things and then double checked to make sure the drag energist was stowed safely in the satchel on his belt before he turned to those who helped him and smiled."Thanks for the assist, I am Maximilian Draco... wandering swordsman and general trouble maker if you believe what they say about me in the taverns." |
Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin)) | The female merchant was staring at the whole scene with wide eyes. She d never heard of anyone taking on guymelefs before on their own. It was simply unheard of! But here this knight was, defeating them even. She was simply amazed and awed, a bit shocked as well. This was definitely something she wasn t accustomed too, and it was a pleasant surprise. Brawler stood beside her protectively, a bit unsure if the man they had helped would turn on them next. It was his duty to protect the young woman beside him. With one hand constantly on the hammer, his free hand held her shoulder, dwarfing her appearance even more.As the pair watched the knight fight, the merchant sheathed her sword after cleaning the tip. Crossing her arms, she smirked as her eyes followed his every movement. Once he was finished scaring the piss out of the ring leader of the group, she watched him gather his things before staring him boldly in the face as he introduced himself to her. Reaching out her hand, she grasped his in the way many wandering merchants would, checking for a blade. She didn t fear him though she was doing it out of friendship. There was a wide grin on her face and she promptly bowed her head to the side as a proper lady would. No need to mention it! What else are your friendly neighborhood band of merchants for other than to bail a friend out when they re in trouble? She chuckled softly before speaking more seriously, but it was clear that she had a sense of humor about her. It is nice to make your acquaintance Maximilian Draco. I would definitely say that you are a grand swordsman. It s so hard to find men nowadays with your skill. There s just the King of Fanelia now and Sir Alan who possess such skill. I must say, I am rather awed by your performance. Brawler now took his other hand and gave it a gentle shake, clearly not wanting to hurt him in any way. Impressive lad. He said simply as he stared down at the young man, clearly still testing his intentions. Oh my manners! the merchant exclaimed as she tipped a nonexistent hat toward Max. My name is Bridget La Fontaine. Giving him a wink, she quickly darted away from the two men and jumped up onto one of the damaged guymelefs, clearly inspecting it. Hey! Do you think we could salvage this and sell it for spare money!? she shouted as she started tugging at part of it to see how durable it was. Brawler immediately shook his head and rolled his eyes as he glanced down toward Max. Clearly Bridget was a merchant through and through... |
Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin)) | As the young woman spoke Max was once again wrapping that massive sword of his carefully and fastening the ties around it once more before hefting it and placing it on his back once more. He was used to the looks of shock since to his knowledge only two men ever fought the way he just did, and his master had passed on in the heat of a battle defending Fanelia... so that just left him. He took her hand in a firm grasp and shook it when offered, he noticed the way she checked his wrist seemingly out of habit which was something he had seen often from merchants in his travels. He could not help but chuckle when she mentioned other swordsman, both of whom had trained under the same master as him and one of whom he had actually trained with before they parted ways.After his chuckle he did decide to make a comment and inquiry though, "Sir Allen? You mean Alan Schezar I am guessing... yes I suppose he is rather skilled, never beat me when sparring though... but a good man and a noble knight just the same." He flashed a rather amused and somewhat cocky smile as he then took the hand of the large man noting the gentle nature of his handshake. Brawler was clearly a man well aware of his own strength and the way he eyed Max seemed to suggest that he was also rather protective of the young woman and cautious given what he had just seen. Max nodded his head slightly in a show of thanks and respect before answering the large man, "Not as impressive as the man who taught me I fear... maybe someday I can do his name the honor it deserves."Max nodded his head to Bridget as she introduced her self, then almost laughed as she leapt to the damaged Guymelefs that were the results of his handy work. Her excitement and comments made it clear his estimation of her handshake was correct... she was indeed a merchant. As Brawler shook his head Max was inspecting his light armor and then shook his own head before he mumbled to himself, "Damn light armor never seems to survive a bout with a dragon... fire slagged the shield mechanism too... might as well junk it." Max then sighed a bit and walked over to lay his ruined armor at the feet of the dead Dragon as he took a knee and bowed his head in respect. It was true he needed the energist but that did not mean he could not show respect to the powerful beast and honor its sacrifice for his need. He remained that way for a few moments before he stood once more and then walked towards the others."I do not suppose you are on the way to Fanelia by chance and could offer me a lift? I have a small place just outside the city proper and need to make my way there to take care of a few things before I head out again." |
Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin)) | Bridget heard the comment about Alan and nodded in agreement. She understood what he meant. Alan was a different type of fighter than this man. If anything, he resembled the King of Fanelia more. The merchant was completely oblivious to what was going on after that, she was too engrossed in figuring out whether the guymelefs were salvageable or not. Brawler noted how Max discarded his armor and said that he should junk it. it was true that armor like that would not last for long against a dragon, or in heavy fights, thus why the larger man didn t invest in it. But the young lad had an effective strategy and he couldn t think of a way to suggest a change without seeming rude.Brawler turned toward Max, watching him pay respects to the fallen dragon. He immediately could register that the lad was from Fanelia, and upon hearing the question, nodded his head. Indeed we are. We are bringing supplies to the king. Giving you a lift should be no trouble at all Sir. He said softly, trying to not ruin Bridget s excitement over the suits. She was already writing numbers in the air for how much she could get for the metal and other working parts. Shaking his head once more, he spoke to Max, leaning closer to him. Just, pardon her eccentric behavior. He whispered before standing straight again, whistling up at the airship before shouting. Come get these pieces that Our Lady desires to salvage! His voice was certainly loud enough to be carried up to the airship, and men could be seen scurrying about it as they started to descend on the ropes. Apparently they were used to salvaging things they found.Bridget was now jumped off of the guymelefs and returned to Max and Brawler s sides. So, did I hear something about a ride? she asked, eyes sparkling up at Max. No problem at all! Just climb aboard! And with that, Bridget jumped onto one of the ropes and swiftly began to climb up the 100 feet or so that the airship hovered above the ground. Her agility and strength was rather surprising for a woman, but if you knew Bridget it would all make sense. Brawler in turn grabbed a thicker strip of rope, clearly to support his added weight and started to climb the rope at a much slower rate. Need any help Sir Max? He asked before getting too far off the ground. |
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