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Welcome Wagon / say hellooooo
« Last post by Moresco on Today at 03:50:05 AM »
I am a salesman who has just been engaged in import and export business, my name is Ella, I am new to this forum, and I am pleased to know you guys, and I hope  when I have  problems, someone will reply me.  :o
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Serendipity Riverlands / Re: The Midnight Harvest (message to join)
« Last post by Wrathwyrm on Today at 02:30:57 AM »
Oh, Duke Blackthorn may as well be a god.  He was an age-old fae of considerable power, and fae have very few weaknesses.  Iron was one of them, of course, but even if you threatened him with all the iron in town, he probably had some sort of spell that could blow it all away in the wind.  It didn't matter, though, because nobody in town was going to raise a finger against him.  The Midnight Harvest may have been a strange ritual, but the blessings upon Hylop were great a'plenty.  Good, sturdy bumper crops every year...  No blight or diseased livestock...  Even the weather was amicable.  Who would complain more than a token grumble around here?  Nobody.

So now, Colby had an interesting idea on where to get some great things for the Duke.  It was a little out of there way, but they had the time...  Michelo nodded that he liked the idea, that his newfound foxy self could manage along with the other boy's goblin trickery.  Hell, the girl - Berry, she said her name was? - could probably help.  She seemed very upset about things, but since following was largely her only option - other than stealing on her own or remaining a demon - she would just have to deal with it.

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It looked as though the figure that Feigenbaum had seen was getting away with alot more than that.  It had appeared to be a goblin.  Other children were apparently running around as gobins, and with bags over their back.  This one had a gunny sack that wasn't filled with stink bombs, but pilfered valuables, the silver hubcaps included.  Now, Feigenbaum was moving to cut him off around the corner of the building, but a skilled rogue of Gary Blight's caliber - not to mention a guy gifted with him decent hearing, smelling, and sight - rolled aside as soon as he heard footsteps, saw a shadow, and...okay, he didn't really smell anything special, but he got out of the way of the guy and kept on running!

"All is fair for the Midnight Harvest!"
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Zantaric / Re: Urchins (CyclicalCycal)
« Last post by CyclicalCycal on Today at 01:45:48 AM »
"Whoah - this is so weird. What's all this?" She asked, staring at the swirling designs. She gripped the twitching, writhing book, eyes drifting down towards it. "Oh, that's...weird." She mumbled, very quiet. She went to toss the book away, lightly.

"...why's it - why's it moving, Ewan? Th-that's not normal..." She mumbled, a little afraid, looking to Ewan with wide, wide eyes. "Do all of them move?" She asked, reaching for another book...
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Kilanthro Mountains / Re: Being Together Under Troublesome Trees[M]
« Last post by Draconian on December 15, 2017, 11:07:16 PM »
There was a pause and Bifrost looked up, licking his lips and grinning widely before giving a soft chuckle. He nuzzled at Kirkley's him, smoothing his hand over the bulge in the pants and trying to remember their first encounter. Honestly, Bifrost couldn't really remember any finer details about Kirkley's intimate bits, but... He gave the hardness beneath the fabric a squeeze and let his head rest on his thigh for a moment before he finally dipped his fingers beneath the fabric and dragged it down.

"Uuuuuh," Bifrost stared, eyes going wide while he wriggled down the bed to tug the pants completely off the giant shifter. That was more of a monster than he remembered. Still, he made a not-promise promise and slowly Bifrost crawled back up the bed, pressing kisses along Kirkley's thighs, swiping his tongue along his hip. One last glance up before his hand wrapped around the beastmans cock and he gave it a few lazy strokes before his tongue followed. If there was one thing he'd never done, it was put his mouth on another man's penis.

It was cautious, his tongue swiping from base to tip before he went back down. Bifrost felt like he was on fire. He watched Kirkley's face while he worked what he could of Kirkley's cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around what he could fit and working his hand along the rest of it. Eager to please Kirkley, Bifrost worked as much as he could, moving his tongue and head, squeezing him with his hand. Finally, flushed, lips red he pulled back taking a deep breath, hand moving before he took his hand off completely and side stepped off the bed.

He tossed his hair over his shoulder before he removed his clothing, sliding his pants off and kicking them from his ankles to somewhere on the floor. Bifrost chewed on his lip while he smoothed his hand over his own erection, eyes falling closed before he looked at the big beast of a man on the best. "You make everything make sense," Bifrost whispered before he crawled onto the bed, straddling Kirkley's thighs. He leaned forward, grinding their cocks together with rocks of his hips while he rested his head on Kirkley's chest, pressing kisses and nibbles to his collar bone.

Soft gasps and pants while he ground them together, flushed cheeks.  "I don't think I've ever needed someone so bad in my life," He admitted, rising himself up on his hands so his hair rocked like a silky curtain as he moved. "Just... Everywhere," Bifrost sighed, eyes falling closed, "I don't want to imagine anything else. Everytime I think of tomorrow you're in it," he licked his lip, catching it between his teeth and moving faster. The intent was to drive Kirkley just this side of lustfilled crazy. Bifrost needed it. Craved it. "What have you done to me?" He whispered, eyes falling closed, fingers digging into the bed spread.
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Kilanthro Mountains / Re: Being Together Under Troublesome Trees[M]
« Last post by Cheesigator on December 15, 2017, 10:11:30 PM »
The warmth that rolled through him was unreal when Bifrost murmured that he would be okay with spending the rest of forever with him like this; he felt like his heart could've burst out of his chest and started singing, and he let himself get entirely caught up in that kiss, throwing all of his passion and emotions into it as he tasted the sweetness of the other man's lips and let out a husky moan into his mouth.

"Want it? I think I need it." He growled, smirking as Bifrost chewed at his ear and made him growl, pushing against the growing bulge in his thief's pants before both hands slid to rest on the arch of his hips and pulled him more flush against Kirkley's own with a soft and wanton groan.

"Yeah, like I could ever get you out of my system," He grinned fiercely as he rolled his hips back up against his thief and reached up to tangle a hand in his hair as he pressed kisses along the tan skin at the man's throat, receiving similar kisses in return until Bifrost worked his way down until he was playing with Kirkley through those awfully worn pants, making the big man shift and moan at the feeling of the pressure against him.

"Fffuuucckk," He growled, smirking and glaring playfully at Bifrost as he saw that flash of tongue again. "You sure you wanna attempt it?" He propped his elbows on the bed behind him, sitting up better to enjoy the view of his thief poised over his groin with that long green hair pooling over the bed and his thighs, making a perfect picture he wanted burned into his retinas till the day he finally fuckin died, whenever that would be.

"By all means, be my guest." He growled as he shifted his weight moreso to one elbow and reached out to tangle a hand in the man's hair, running his fingertips across Bifrost's scalp before he slid his touch down along the man's jawline, lifting his chin just a bit. "Seeing your handsome face down there's doing something to me alright," Because it was incredibly obvious by this point that he was fully erect and those pants were barely hanging on by a thread to keep him contained. There was just something about his little thief that made him so hot and ready to take him at a moment's notice, other than his drop dead gorgeous looks, that he couldn't quite place a finger on.

Either way, Bifrost would find no resistance here when he finally attempted to work the shifter's pants down, as Kirkley raised his hips from the bed to help wiggle out of them enough to be freed of the constrictive material, a shiver running up and down his spine at the exposure to the air, and the feeling of the weight of it bouncing slightly as he set his hips back down on the bed and got comfy.
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Essyrn / Re: In Constant Search of the Right Kind of Attention
« Last post by DragonSong on December 15, 2017, 10:05:17 PM »
She chuckled at that and tilted her head black to see his face. “You could do what I do and not listen,” she said with a cheeky little grin.

His one hand had come to rest at the base of her tail and she arched back into the touch unconsciously. It was definitely a favorite place for scratches, in both forms. Eying the hookah curiously, she lifted his hand that still held the pup so she could sniff at it.

Her nose crumbled up and she sneezed. “I still don’t really get this stuff,” she mumbled, eyes narrowed in intense examination.
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Essyrn / Re: In Constant Search of the Right Kind of Attention
« Last post by Dauphin DaGlobster on December 15, 2017, 09:50:40 PM »
Atiq raised his head, allowing her head to take up the curve of his throat. One of his hands passed over her back, from the base of her neck to the base of her tail, while the other scratched at her ears.

"Always so needy," he said, giving her plenty of attention before he paused the head scratches so he could reach over to the hookah and take the mouthpiece off of the apparatus. He took it to his mouth and breathed deep. He set the mouthpiece down on Kitty's lap and leaned his head back, letting some smoke billow out of his mouth before he sucked it in and blew it out of his nose.

"Oh, finally. Bless Akim's heart, but the man talks too much. Nearly gave me a migraine..."
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Serha Plains / Re: Dealing with Dragons (Glob!) [M]
« Last post by DragonSong on December 15, 2017, 09:35:15 PM »
Elora tried not to be too obviously relieved by that. Flying was all well and good- honestly she'd enjoyed most of it- but it was still distinctly not in her comfort zone.

Maybe with a little more practice.

A thought suddenly occurred to her. "Uh, Merradin? What are we gonna do with the saddle while you're human?" It was not by any means a small piece of equipment.
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Serha Plains / Re: Dealing with Dragons (Glob!) [M]
« Last post by Dauphin DaGlobster on December 15, 2017, 09:32:47 PM »
Merradin continued to smile to himself as he flew, falling quiet as the peace of the moment just asserted itself. As they approached more civilized land, Merradin flew lower and lower, using the cover of night and his silent gliding to keep them unseen and unheard.

Ahead of them, the lights of a town would start coming into view.

"We're going to be landing soon."
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Essyrn / Re: In Constant Search of the Right Kind of Attention
« Last post by DragonSong on December 15, 2017, 09:28:16 PM »
The panther hissed at Bramble- not unfriendly, just not in the mood to entertain another cat. The two had an...interesting relationship, just as likely to snarl at each other as to groom and purr and snuggle, at least when Kitty was in her fully cat form.

Once in the grove, she allowed the gentle steam and the smell of growing things to calm her, feeling her muscles uncurl slightly with tension she hadn't even realized she'd been carrying. Atiq's small invitation was all she needed, and it took only a moment for her to curl up onto his lap, head on his shoulder.

Feeling affectionate again, she butted the crown of her head up under his chin and wrapped her arms around his waist, purring loudly. "Pets," she demanded sleepily, eyes closed already.
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