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@alltheraig
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Well, hello, my sexual deviants and fun timers, you've heard of succubus and succubi, but I'm sure you've never met a Rai~ Welcome to the one-stop shop for all...okay...some of your nsfw rp desires. I've got characters, I've got kinks, I've got free time, and you've got just the thing I need. A partner to play with them all~ So pick a muse, any muse, and shoot me a request with your spiciest idea. Muse-list/Rules
Rabbit Season
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Once again, short-ass college boy Markus found himself idly scrolling through that weird meet-up app for people with 'Unique Physical Characteristics'. And he couldn't fault them, these people could get very unique!
Take this one, a tiny black bunny woman. He couldn't say he'd ever met an anthro before. Or that he'd known they were real before, but. Okay, sure, fuck it.
Her profile said, well, quite a lot of salacious things. His did too, so that wasn't a surprise, but he was hoping his own size wouldn't scare her off.
So he swiped, and hoped she decided to take a chance on him.
When the waiter came back, Markus was all but draped over his chair, legs splayed out, both hands wrapped tightly around his cock through his date's body, his everything just shaking as he sucked down great gulps of air.
"Thanks," he said softly, not opening his eyes for a bit, just relaxing- "Oh fuck."
And then he remembered he hadn't just jerked himself off to completion in public again, he'd fucked Amara like a fleshlight. And she was still impaled on his cock.
Snapping his eyes open, he looked down at the dark-furred bunny and started to slowly-yet-firmly drag her off of his cock. How long had she been there? How long had he just basked in the afterglow of an intensely satisfying orgasm while she'd... Well, also basked, but also also suffocated?!
It was with more than one kind of relief that he pulled her off and sat her on the table, careful not to drop her plump bunny butt in a puddle of marinara sauce or cum.
"Holy fuck I am so sorry, are you okay???"
Whatever response he thought he was going to get was just her limp body twitching and spasming as he pulled her off his shaft. Whatever liquid was left inside of her was dripping from her cunt in the form of cum that her poor, rearranged insides couldn't push out further.
When he laid her on the table, she looked as if she'd swallowed an entire lake at once and tried to keep it down. Only...it wasn't a lake, and she in fact couldn't keep it down. The cum he'd pumped into her, and she'd scraped off his cock when he pulled free, pouring from her mouth, nose, cunt, and even her ass. Her pink tongue was barely noticeable underneath thick white cream spilling from her mouth.
Her chest rose and fell in a gentle, slow rhythm. Proof that she was alive despite how limp she was or the way her eyes refused to open. She was out for the count...at least for now.
"Oh shit, oh fuck, ohhhhh shit I have no idea where she liiiiives!"
Markus pulled at his hair and whined. She didn't have a purse, or pockets, and her dress was in tatters around her body, drenched in cum and... Other fluids.
And there was the food and what was probably a really expensive bottle of wine.
Without really thinking about it, he just... Put her on the cart. And tucked himself back in his pants. And... Pushed her out the door. Hopefully no one would look too hard as he went back to his dorm. It was close enough, he could get her there, get her cleaned up... Oh god this was a disaster. A stupid, sexy disaster!
"Uh, sir? Sir! Wai-" the waiter began, noticing Markus as he walked past the podium, before the manager put her hand on his shoulder and just shook her head.
"Forget it, kid. It's Amara," she said, putting on a pair of sunglasses.
"... What?"
At some point while the poor boy is wheeling the rabbit down the street, she awakens. Sore throat, hacking, her lower half tingling as the back end of all the fucking she'd endured caused her to spasm as she came again, gushing his cum and her own like a broken hydrant.
It takes her a moment, through the euphoric haze, to realize what was happening. That she was no longer inside the restaurant but out on the street, and...on some kind of stretcher?
She shoots up immediately. "Oh no, Markus!"
He must be so embarrassed...flustered and...and...she turned her head, eyes widening at the sight of the very guy she was thinking of behind her...wheeling her...down the street.
Well, this was new.
Markus was aware that he looked like a fucking lunatic, pushing a cart down the sidewalk with a fancy dinner, a bottle of wine, and a naked fucked out rabbit on top.
"Oh no what!?" he said, panicking as she shot up and looking around for the next thing to go wrong.
Wait hold on, she was awake. This was a good thing!
"Holy shit, Amara," he groaned with relief, putting his hands on his knees and practically deflating as the stress left his body in heaving breaths. "I thought I fucking killed you!"
Her ears flicked, nose twitching, as she looked him over, reaching out to him when he bends over and began to breathe rather quickly. âNo, I can take quite a lot.â She assures him. âMay not look like it though with this size.â
She shifts, eyes slipping shut for a moment as her thighs rubbed together, and more of his cum leaked from her, her bloated stomach deflating just a bit with each load that soaked the cart she sat on. âAre you okay? Where were you going?â
"I don't know where you live, so I was just gonna take you to my dorm," he said, standing up again once he'd regained some semblence of composure, freezing for a moment as he watched her shiver and leak thick glob of cum from her well-fucked cunt. "But uh, with you awake, I guess I can take you where-ever you'd like?"
He glanced at the cart she was on, and the food wrapped up right next to her.
"Oh, I also got our food to-go."
She listened to him explain, and chuckled at the mention of the food. He certainly had a ways about him that was for sure.
âWell, if your place is closer maybe we should head there,â she offered looking around and spotting an alleyway. âBut you think we could stop over there for a second?â
She motions towards her with her small paw, placing her hand on her stomach as she looked back to him. A look in her eyes. âIâm feeling a bit fatigued from hunger~â
"In the alley?" he asked, glancing from her to the alley and back again. "You could just eat as we go, but okay, I guess."
This poor stupid boy pushes the cart into the alley, though for the life of him he can't quite figure out why she wants to eat there. It's not like people can't see her naked and leaking already, seeing her eat isn't about to change their opinion of her.
She almost corrected...almost. What an innocently cute boy. It was almost a shame that she couldn't focus on the cuteness of his obliviousness more. Perhaps when she wasn't craving to fuck like a wild animal, she would?
They weren't even halfway into the alleyway before she was carefully crawling over the plates on the cart to reach his pants. Small paws were working to get them open, her mouth watering, and her eyes hungry.
"No," she tells him. "I have a much bigger appetite."
"Oh my god," he stammered as she immediately corrected his assumptions, shoving the cart the rest of the way between the buildings and stumbling in after it, palled along by her little paws as they gripped his cock yet again.
"R-really? After getting fucked so hard you passed out like twenty minutes ago?" he asked, even as blood rushed to his dick from both the feeling of her velvety little paws and the knowledge that he had turned her into a fuzzy little condom oh so very recently and she was just begging for more. "Fuck..."
He pushed his pants down to help her out, pulling that massive cock free and dropping it onto the cart next to her hard enough to rattle the plates. "Well, who am I to deny a lady her meal?"
A squeak bubbles up from somewhere in the back of her throat when the cart lurches forward. She knew heâd caught what she meant now and the swiftness of action had her stomach twisting in knots.
Innocent or not, he certainly knew not to hesitate~
She just gave him a look, her right ear flicking, as if a reminder of what she was. Like that was the only explanation he needed. It wouldnât have mattered if heâd kept fucking her the entire way to his dorm, or if they never left the restaurant. Sheâd want more the second he stopped.
The memory of him filling her alone was making her so wet she was sure that eventually the plates would be covered in nothing but her juices and his cum. What a wasteâŠsheâd have to order food again laterâŠand maybe after eating theyâd go again?
Every thought shut off the second she heard and saw his pants drop, her focus entirely on the filling entree he plopped onto the cart for her.
And she has a moment of debating on swallowing it whole or turning around and letting him stuff her. Decisions, decisions.
Her mouth won our first as she leaned down to start kissing it, tasting the remnants of her cunt and his cum. Her eyes slipping closed as she moaned.
Rabbit Season
@alltheraig
Once again, short-ass college boy Markus found himself idly scrolling through that weird meet-up app for people with 'Unique Physical Characteristics'. And he couldn't fault them, these people could get very unique!
Take this one, a tiny black bunny woman. He couldn't say he'd ever met an anthro before. Or that he'd known they were real before, but. Okay, sure, fuck it.
Her profile said, well, quite a lot of salacious things. His did too, so that wasn't a surprise, but he was hoping his own size wouldn't scare her off.
So he swiped, and hoped she decided to take a chance on him.
When the waiter came back, Markus was all but draped over his chair, legs splayed out, both hands wrapped tightly around his cock through his date's body, his everything just shaking as he sucked down great gulps of air.
"Thanks," he said softly, not opening his eyes for a bit, just relaxing- "Oh fuck."
And then he remembered he hadn't just jerked himself off to completion in public again, he'd fucked Amara like a fleshlight. And she was still impaled on his cock.
Snapping his eyes open, he looked down at the dark-furred bunny and started to slowly-yet-firmly drag her off of his cock. How long had she been there? How long had he just basked in the afterglow of an intensely satisfying orgasm while she'd... Well, also basked, but also also suffocated?!
It was with more than one kind of relief that he pulled her off and sat her on the table, careful not to drop her plump bunny butt in a puddle of marinara sauce or cum.
"Holy fuck I am so sorry, are you okay???"
Whatever response he thought he was going to get was just her limp body twitching and spasming as he pulled her off his shaft. Whatever liquid was left inside of her was dripping from her cunt in the form of cum that her poor, rearranged insides couldn't push out further.
When he laid her on the table, she looked as if she'd swallowed an entire lake at once and tried to keep it down. Only...it wasn't a lake, and she in fact couldn't keep it down. The cum he'd pumped into her, and she'd scraped off his cock when he pulled free, pouring from her mouth, nose, cunt, and even her ass. Her pink tongue was barely noticeable underneath thick white cream spilling from her mouth.
Her chest rose and fell in a gentle, slow rhythm. Proof that she was alive despite how limp she was or the way her eyes refused to open. She was out for the count...at least for now.
"Oh shit, oh fuck, ohhhhh shit I have no idea where she liiiiives!"
Markus pulled at his hair and whined. She didn't have a purse, or pockets, and her dress was in tatters around her body, drenched in cum and... Other fluids.
And there was the food and what was probably a really expensive bottle of wine.
Without really thinking about it, he just... Put her on the cart. And tucked himself back in his pants. And... Pushed her out the door. Hopefully no one would look too hard as he went back to his dorm. It was close enough, he could get her there, get her cleaned up... Oh god this was a disaster. A stupid, sexy disaster!
"Uh, sir? Sir! Wai-" the waiter began, noticing Markus as he walked past the podium, before the manager put her hand on his shoulder and just shook her head.
"Forget it, kid. It's Amara," she said, putting on a pair of sunglasses.
"... What?"
At some point while the poor boy is wheeling the rabbit down the street, she awakens. Sore throat, hacking, her lower half tingling as the back end of all the fucking she'd endured caused her to spasm as she came again, gushing his cum and her own like a broken hydrant.
It takes her a moment, through the euphoric haze, to realize what was happening. That she was no longer inside the restaurant but out on the street, and...on some kind of stretcher?
She shoots up immediately. "Oh no, Markus!"
He must be so embarrassed...flustered and...and...she turned her head, eyes widening at the sight of the very guy she was thinking of behind her...wheeling her...down the street.
Well, this was new.
Markus was aware that he looked like a fucking lunatic, pushing a cart down the sidewalk with a fancy dinner, a bottle of wine, and a naked fucked out rabbit on top.
"Oh no what!?" he said, panicking as she shot up and looking around for the next thing to go wrong.
Wait hold on, she was awake. This was a good thing!
"Holy shit, Amara," he groaned with relief, putting his hands on his knees and practically deflating as the stress left his body in heaving breaths. "I thought I fucking killed you!"
Her ears flicked, nose twitching, as she looked him over, reaching out to him when he bends over and began to breathe rather quickly. âNo, I can take quite a lot.â She assures him. âMay not look like it though with this size.â
She shifts, eyes slipping shut for a moment as her thighs rubbed together, and more of his cum leaked from her, her bloated stomach deflating just a bit with each load that soaked the cart she sat on. âAre you okay? Where were you going?â
"I don't know where you live, so I was just gonna take you to my dorm," he said, standing up again once he'd regained some semblence of composure, freezing for a moment as he watched her shiver and leak thick glob of cum from her well-fucked cunt. "But uh, with you awake, I guess I can take you where-ever you'd like?"
He glanced at the cart she was on, and the food wrapped up right next to her.
"Oh, I also got our food to-go."
She listened to him explain, and chuckled at the mention of the food. He certainly had a ways about him that was for sure.
âWell, if your place is closer maybe we should head there,â she offered looking around and spotting an alleyway. âBut you think we could stop over there for a second?â
She motions towards her with her small paw, placing her hand on her stomach as she looked back to him. A look in her eyes. âIâm feeling a bit fatigued from hunger~â
"In the alley?" he asked, glancing from her to the alley and back again. "You could just eat as we go, but okay, I guess."
This poor stupid boy pushes the cart into the alley, though for the life of him he can't quite figure out why she wants to eat there. It's not like people can't see her naked and leaking already, seeing her eat isn't about to change their opinion of her.
She almost corrected...almost. What an innocently cute boy. It was almost a shame that she couldn't focus on the cuteness of his obliviousness more. Perhaps when she wasn't craving to fuck like a wild animal, she would?
They weren't even halfway into the alleyway before she was carefully crawling over the plates on the cart to reach his pants. Small paws were working to get them open, her mouth watering, and her eyes hungry.
"No," she tells him. "I have a much bigger appetite."
Keeping his Cover: mysterymanjoseph and alltheraig
Joseph was about to leave the planet that was the latest objective of his mission for the intelligence services of his planet, planting automated probes to monitor Imperial fleet movements that might mean an impending attack on his home world. He operates under the cover of being an independent prospector, just scraping by. The cover works well, perfect to explain his moving from remote planet to planet, and, he actually does some prospecting, making some minor finds of metals or gems he can sell. That is the case today, having made a little strike of precious gems after he had planted the probe. Now, he is going to sell those gems and head to the next planet. He is walking through the public square, heading for a trading post, when at the center, he hears some calling for attention from the crowd. Curious, he walks over, seeing a man, and a Togruta, on a platform, chain around the Togurta's neck, as the man calls out that she is for sale. Joseph is about to move on, but, the frightened, broken expression of the female causes him to hesitate, then stand his ground.
@alltheraig
Joseph nods when he sees the woman enter the galley. He says, "You are going to have to be careful stepping through hatches, or you are going to hit those crests on your head on the overhead part of the bulkheads." He pats the galley table, then says, "Just set the chain down so you don't have to carry it, and take a seat, I need to take a closer look at that collar to figure the best way to get it off of you."
@alltheraig
At his caution, she immediately ducked her head and began walking over to him. Refusing to do as he said otherwise, and holding onto the chains instead, carrying them over to where he sat and then, and only then, letting them fall to the floor.
The clattering bouncing off the objects in the room, allowing her to see without looking, that there was in fact no one else onboard but them...at least in here.
She relaxes a bit, sitting down, holding out her neck. Her gaze was sharp and never left his person. If he tried anything...they were close enough for her to sink her fangs into him.
Tell me a secret anonymously.
Keeping his Cover: mysterymanjoseph and alltheraig
Joseph was about to leave the planet that was the latest objective of his mission for the intelligence services of his planet, planting automated probes to monitor Imperial fleet movements that might mean an impending attack on his home world. He operates under the cover of being an independent prospector, just scraping by. The cover works well, perfect to explain his moving from remote planet to planet, and, he actually does some prospecting, making some minor finds of metals or gems he can sell. That is the case today, having made a little strike of precious gems after he had planted the probe. Now, he is going to sell those gems and head to the next planet. He is walking through the public square, heading for a trading post, when at the center, he hears some calling for attention from the crowd. Curious, he walks over, seeing a man, and a Togruta, on a platform, chain around the Togurta's neck, as the man calls out that she is for sale. Joseph is about to move on, but, the frightened, broken expression of the female causes him to hesitate, then stand his ground.
@alltheraig
Faintly, he hears movement. He thinks, "Well, sounds like she is moving up the boarding ramp." He shouts, "Turn to your left when you are at the top of the ramp, that will take you to the galley where I am and have things set up to get the collar off of you."
@alltheraig
She didnât jump when he spoke, his voice bouncing off the walls and pooling around her. Even if he hadnât told her where to go, sheâd have been able to find him now. Though it was a lot better to have clear directions.
So she moved forward as he told her. Still expecting someone to pop out and pin her down or laugh at her for being so gullible, even when she stepped into the galley.
Her eyes scanning the room, hands clenched at her side, feet spaced just a bit to throw a punch should she need to.
The library was a quiet place to relax, cast aside the worries of everyday life for just a moment, and immerse oneself in the knowledge hidden in between the bindings of paper and leather. At least that was how it was meant to be. If one were not a 20-foot-long Lamia with a thirst for all things leisure and sexual, who found such a place perfect for innocently delicious prey.
Seren, however, was such a Lamia. Coiled in a corner that gave her a good view of the door and the majority of the library itself. Molten honey-kissed eyes flicked up every now and again from the book that rested atop her coiled tail, scanning each new being that walked in before dismissing them and returning to her book.
She was halfway through a rather spicy scene between a dragon and her knight when, at once, her nose flared, and her tongue flicked out. Lapping at the air for a second before she sucks it back in, hitting along the ducts along the roof of her mouth as she processed what had caught her attention.
Someone...or rather something had walked in while she'd been distracted, a rather adorable-looking thing, walking around and gathering books. The scent that wafted off him was one she hadn't smelt before, but couldn't quite describe.
Perhaps it was curiosity that made her put her book down and begin slithering down the rows of bookshelves, or maybe it was the thrill of something new. Either way, she was gliding up next to him, raising up ever so slightly.
"Hello there," she greets, voice low and melodic, while her gaze roams shamelessly over him now that she can get a closer look.
Prey acquired ~
By the time Seren had decided to close the distance, Aamon had begun pouring over the tomes again. He had anticipated needing to pay, since the world he'd hoped into didn't seem as modern as his own, and was busying checking his coin purse as well. Having his attention split between myriad affairs made it simple for the Lamia, despite towering over him, to approach without arousing suspicion.
"Ahh, hello ma'am..!"
He starts, turning to face her as he raises a clawed, chitinous hand to tuck some stray raven hair behind a pointed ear.
"I'm not in your way, am I? I apologize, I'm just getting used to how things are organized in here. It's a touch different from home."
He soon turns his gaze ever so slightly, still affording her his attention while trying to find a particular book.
"I'm here for research. The archivist up front told me that 'The Leatherworker's Daughter' is a pretty popular fiction book ... happen to have any favorites yourself?"
Her eyes roamed back up to his face when he spoke, before shifting to his lips, then his eyes, then back to his lips. The movement of his hand blurring just a bit as she hyper focused, only to snap it when he returned to looking back through the books on the self.
âYou are not,â she replied to his earlier question even though it was far from necessary. Her eyebrow arching as his final question registers and she smiles. âI am particularly fond of the boy who could charm sssssnakessss.â
She slithered behind him, leaning ever so slightly to bend down, her breast coming to rest along his back and her mouth inches from his neck, while she reached down for a book one shelf lower than what he was looking through. Trapping him between her and the shelf on one side.
âThissss one.â
Stud and Broodmare
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Christoph was walking, as he ever was, massive hooves clopping in the dust of the road, spear sling across his shoulders and serving as a rack for his arms more than a weapon, the top of his shirt mostly open to the heat and accentuating his broadly muscled chest as he sweats under the sun. His entire coat is almost lathered, even at a sedate pace, and the massive balls visible past his fly-flicking tail are actively dripping with sweat.
Luckily, he's upwind of himself, so his own scent is blowing behind him. He knows how potent it is, though those aren't the words he'd use. The words he'd use is 'reeking stench'. Some people seem to be into it, but he's just as happy not catching a whiff of himself.
What he does catch a whiff of causes him to stop dead in his tracks, his eyebrows attempting to climb into his hairline.
Hes caught plenty of smells since his curse gave him a better nose. Fear, excitement, lust, fertility, stuff like that. This smell was fertility dialed up to the extreme. This smell was tunneling directly to some lower brain and putting it into a chokehold, demanding he find the source and pump it full of foals. This smell was a mare, a very experienced mare.
A Brood mare.
He whipped his spear down and started a gallop to try and find the source.
There wasnât a single thing close enough to her as far as her eyes could see, that is. She knew if she walked just a bit further sheâd make it to yet another town, another place to entice someone into fucking her, stuff their cock into her swollen cunt and fill her empty womb with enough seed that sheâd be enjoying that oh-so-pleasurable feeling of waddling around with yet another calf or two.
She justâŠhad to make it there. That was it. Not stop to shove her fist into her stretched hole. Not to buck her hips, head back and mouth open wide with ghosts of what have been moans if sheâd been able to make a single sound. Instead the only sound sheâd been able to produce was the constant slicking slurping, slapping, wet sounds that accompanied each thrust of her wrist into her soaking cunt.
It was an odd sight to find on the road, to be sure. A taller-than-average woman fisting herself silly, but there was no doubt in his mind that here was the source of that smell. And that sound. His pointed ears could pick up every slick squelch of her needy cunt as she just went to town without moving from her spot.
The larger part of Christoph, metaphorically speaking, was a good person, and wanted to help this woman. No one in their right mind would stop in the middle of the road to masturbate and leave themselves so vulnerable to monsters and bandits and plain dangerous wildlife, so clearly something had to be wrong and she needed help.
The larger part of Christoph, literally speaking, was a horse, and wanted to breed this needy mare until he passed out.
Twitching with restraint, pawing at the ground, the centaur placed the but of his spear in the road and leaned on it, as if it was something he'd have to push past to go forward, and managed to hold himself back. Barely.
"Um, ex-excuse me, Miss?" he said, having to raise his voice a bit to be heard over... Well, over her. "Are you alright?"
And then the wind shifted, and suddenly all that masculine equine musk, along with the scent of all the precum drooling from his sheath as his cock oh so slowly poked free of it, was blowing directly at her wantonly panting face.
Christoph was given a mild reprieve, but this woman was going to get blasted.
"Do you need... Help?"
She was too deep into her own actions, the pleasure of it all, the need for a release she couldnât get on her own, that she didnât hear a single thing he was saying. Hadnât even realized he was standing there as she bucked into her wrist. Needing it to go deeper, her cunt greedily swallowing more until she was just about curling into herself.
Only for a scent to waft past her nose. Okay more like slammed into her like a semi, and without hesitation her head snapped up and she made direct eye contact with what she hoped was the source.
He was tall. A human? Horse? Centaur! With the lower halfâŠ.she tilted her head, not really even needing to in order to see what she was craving. Her inner walls squeezing around her fist as she came.
Gushes of liquid sprayed past the make-shift stopper inside her. Eyes rolling back and neighing whine drawing from her lips, she bucked once or twice more, back arching ever so slightly as if chasing the rush, before she settled back onto the ground.
Her nipples leaked fresh milk. Creating large wet circles along the barely there flowing fabric of a sleeveless crop top.
It took her a second of trying to remember how to function. Before she blinked up teary eyes, her orgasm was just a bit too hard that time, up at the centaur in front of her. His scent making her huff deeply. Each breath only drawing him in more and she had to pull her hand free from her snatch or risk it being locked in place with how tightly she was clenching.
âCome here?â She asked, standing up and bending over in one fluid motion, giving him quiet the sight of her slick cunt and her plump ass, her tail lifting ever so slightly to show off the winking hole that was just inches beneath it.
She spread her legs wide, hands flat against the ground, bracing herself as she always did whenever she was fucking a Stud.
âI have an itch that needs scratching, real deep.â She whines, looking back at him and giving her hips a bit of shake. Which just makes her breast bounce more and another dollop of milk squirts from her swollen nipples.
Christoph didn't really notice the ears. He did notice the tail, but the fact that this random woman had horse... Accoutrements, well it all rather fell by the wayside as he watched her squirt hard enough to knock a man unconscious from twenty paces, then proceed to stand up only to bend over and offer herself to him.
He opened his mouth to say something about how she probably shouldn't do that for a stranger in the middle of the road, but the words got waylaid on the way from his brain by BREED THE MARE BREED THE MARE BREED THE FUCKING MARE and all that came out was a shaky "Yes ma'am!" as his spear dropped and he rushed to mount her.
She was the perfect height, bent over as she was, that the flared head of his cock pressed directly against her pussy as he reared and lay himself atop her frame, her juices and his precum meaning that the only friction between them was caused by size alone as he forced his way inside with more eagerness than he ever remembered having for sex before.
"Holy ffffuck," he hissed out as he sank inch after inch of veiny horsecock into that needy cunt. It felt wonderful. It felt perfect. It felt like coming home. This pussy was made for horsecock, and his cock was made for marecunt.
As he almost bottomed out, he felt the broad head of his shaft impact her cervix, and he knew, as well as he knew he would be smashing past that flimsy gate, that he was going to breed the everloving fuck out of this random stranger before he even learned her name or introduced himself.
Sheâd barely had time to get impatient or shake her ass a bit more, before he was mounting her. That thick flared meaty head pressing against her soaked folds, smearing its own sticky juices against her opening.
Did she reach down to hold her tits, just as he drew back so she could get a good view of that massive fuckmeat slamming into her slippery hole? Of course.
Did the feel of him atop of her make her wetter? Of course and did this mean when he pushed forward there was little to no resistance aside from the usual tightness that didnât go away no matter how stretched and used she was. Absofuckinglutely.
Each inch he pressed into had her whimpering into her massive titties. The empty feeling sheâd been trying to rid of instantly easing away and being replaced with a fullness that had white spots dancing along her vision and milk spurting from her nipples, dripping and splashing everywhere.
It was an odd battle of her walls clenching around him and his cock stretching her out. Forcing her to make room for him until she could feel him against her cervix, felt his head kissing at the opening and she almost came right then and there. Biting down on the flesh of her tits as she rolled her hips. Grinding him against it, eager to see if heâd slam past that all too useless door or if heâd make her beg for it by drawing back.
Anticipation made her excited, and caused her to squeeze around him. Tighter than sheâd been squeezing before. Oh she really realllly wanted that well crafted horsecock to breed her. Just the thought of it swelling and growing thicker inside of her, eager to release all its baby batter straight into her womb was making her dizzy.
Or maybe that was his scent she couldnât ignore. Even with her nose pressed against her plump tits. Either way, she wanted his seed, needing him to empty out every last drop he had.
âBreed me, come on, do it!â She whined, rolling her hips back. Unable to stop herself.
Christoph really wanted to get some background information on this woman. Who was she? Why was she so eager for this? Stuff like that.
But her smell was all around him, her cunt was all around him, and she was literally begging for it!
He knew he had a problem with self-control in situations like this, but being aware your leg was broken didn't stop you from fucking a desperate broodmare's brains out... Or however the saying went.
The way she squeezed, like she was trying to milk him, would have been enough on its own. The way she begged, the way he could practically feel her cervix flutter in anticipation against the tip of his cock...
He felt his eyes roll back into his head as he pulled his hips back and thrust. It was only the second thrust, and already he was hammering full force to smash his way into her womb, sucking in air through clenched teeth as he felt it wrapping around the head of his cock like a second skin.
And then he did it again, and again, and again, every time pulling free of that extra inner tightness and smashing back in, his balls slapping into her clit, picking up speed until his hips were a blur and the sound of them smacking into her ass almost echoed over the empty road.
Christoph wanted to ask questions, but all he could get out were grunts of effort and groans of pleasure.
Gisele had met a lot of studs, had been bred by plenty of the best, in fact, but nothing-NOTHING, could compare to the feeling of this Centaur slamming past her cervix, forcing the tiny hole open and making his way into her womb, only to pull it back out. The hole twitching and quivering, sucking at the flared tip only for him to slam forward once again. Hitting the back of her womb and making her nails dig into the tree, bark cutting into her nails as she neighed in pleasure, the sound rumbling through her and making her stomach tighten.
Each thrust made her feel like she was walking on unsteady ground, the floor beneath her cracking ever so slightly with each step, forcing her to cling to the tree for aid. Her cunt sucked and squeezed, her womb swallowing his fuckpole each time it entered, while her walls coaxed him to breed her. Tightening each time he tried to draw back like a suction cup unwilling to let go, only to relax and let him hit deeper, each time he thrust in up until he hit the right spot that made her clamp down around him again.
It wasn't long until she was deep diving into orgasms, over and over and over with each slam of his balls against his clit. The sensation sent pleasure rocking through her so quickly that her eyes shut as she squirted. A rush of liquid spraying from her soaked cunt each time he drew back, only to pool around his cock when he thrusted forward. Adding to the pressure against it, trying to force him back out so that it could escape.
She felt so full~
"Just like that, keep hitting right there," she begged him, bouncing her hips back to meet his. The sounds of their fucking like a cheering crowd that only made her want to fuck harder. "Give me more!"
Christoph wasn't sure when they'd moved from the middle of the road to a tree, but he couldn't bring himself to care. There was a mare in need and he was busy seeing to that. Thoughts could wait.
"Take it! Take it! Fucking take it!" he grunted out, reaching forward to brace himself on that tree as well, his massive hands almost wrapping around the trunk as he bucked his hips hard enough to break a lesser woman. "Take this fucking horsecock, get pregnant you fucking slut!"
He had no idea who this woman was, or her sexual proclivities. But she had gotten one whiff of him and demanded a breeding, so being polite wasn't important right now.
Frankly he was amazed he hadn't cum yet, she felt incredible around his shaft! Her walls were squeezing every inch of him so perfectly, so hot and wet, and the way her cervix sucked the head of his cock? He would have sworn he was getting a blowjob if it wasn't for the fact that he was fucking her cunt.
It was only when his head was pounding and the world was turning pink at the edges that his body finally shifted something and the damn broke, his titanic sack lifting upwards as a tidal wave of virile foal-making ballslop forced his cock to swell around it before rocketing from the flared tip and hitting the back of her womb with the force of a punch. It felt like every muscle in his body was clenching to push out even more cum, his entire lower-half arching and curling to push his mare-breaker even deeper inside of this stranger.
It felt like it took an hour just to finish cumming.
By the time it was done, he was panting, his coat worked into a fine lather as he leaned into the tree, shivering with every little aftershock her perfect little marecunt milked out of him.
The world was hazy, blurry as his eyes watered, his pointed ears twitching as they rang with rushing blood.
Normally, this would be the point where his good-nature reasserted itself...
She bucked back into him, her hips slamming down onto that lodge of meat that forced more juices out of her as her cunt throbbed and squeezed. There was a moment when a shiver racked through her body, her cunt tightening up more when he demanded she take it. Something about hearing it growled as he was slamming so hard into her had her eyes shutting and her so close to the edge of an orgasm she could figuratively look down over it.
"Fucking haaaa yes, give it nngggh to me, give it to meeeeeee, mmpphffffucking make me take it, ahnnngggg make me fucking take that thick horsecock," she screamed as pleasure scorched through her, her ass bouncing and fat tits jiggling, milk spraying from her nipples each time her cunt clenched. "Get me fucking pregnant!"
"Oh yes, fucking yes-hnngghaaa oh god, yes please, please, please, right there." She begged when she felt him growning harder inside of her, that flared tip widening and digging into her womb.
She rocked back into him harder now, grinding and slamming into each of his thrusts with determination to feel him filling up her womb with piping hot fresh horse cum. The thought of her belly swelling made her cunt contract; the feel of him slamming into her baby room had it relaxing as she came. Her body shaking as she slammed down onto his cock once more, her eyes rolling back into her head as pleasure rocked through her like a tranquilizer.
Or perhaps that was the feeling of his thrusting upward, and the sheer force of his cock pounding against the walls of her womb as he filled her with enough nut sludge that she was sure to be pregnant by the time he was done.
Her cervix twitched around his shaft, while the inner walls of her cunt squeezed. Milking him of every last drop. Every shiver that ran through him had his cock pressing into the spot that made her legs weak, and forced her to cum again, her hips rolling to ride out the wave as creamy white liquid dripped from her throbbing cunt.
"Hnnggyesss," she whined and pressed a hand to her stomach.
The Princess and the Pillager
Closed RP for @alltheraig
This was definitely the highest level job any of them had ever completed, a 'Quest' delivered from royalty itself to go and slay a monster that seriously impacting a major trade artery to the Capital, so naturally the payout was a whole award ceremony, rather than just handing off a sack of gold.
Christoph and the rest were all behaving and being respectful, but Gortuk just didn't fucking care about any of it.
That fight had gotten her blood up, and she'd been actually kind of pissed when she realized they were going to be tied up for a couple of hours with a bunch of pomp and circumstance and not able to just find some hot tavern wench whos guts she could rearrange.
So there she'd been, on the stage with everyone else, dressed in sweaty and bloodstained leathers and furs that barely kept her legally decent, speech going in one green ear and out the other, eyefucking every woman in attendance.
Including the Royals. They looked stuffy, but damn did they have bodies she'd love to ruin~
She even licked her lips, making direct eye-contact with the girl giving the speech, reaching down to grope herself and force her loincloth to conform, briefly, to the outline of her half-hard log of fuckmeat.
She didn't expect anything to come of it, but what the hell.
Her duties were simple when it came to ceremonies such as this. All she had to do was make an appearance. Smile. Wave. Be kind to the heroes. Thank them for their service and wish them well on their continuous journey. Then sitâŠand watch over the party with an air of honor and dignity.
It was easy enough. She had done it plenty of times. Her smile well in place and dazzling. Not a hair uncurled. Her words dipped in honey and reflecting every ounce of the aristocratic nature thatâd been bred into her.
Even as the heroes took to the stage and her sister rose to speak on her families behalf, she kept her smile, nodding along to the praise. Remaining upright and poised.
If one were to learn a truthâŠRebeika hated ceremonies. Hated sitting still for longâher body wanting to move and bend as she pleased. Despised even more sitting still for pretenses no one truly cared about, all for the sake of saving face and showing a united front. Like a well placed doll for people who would likely call for her head should she ever think of so much as stepping a toe out in a way they didnât approve of.
Instead; she liked to see just who amongst those attending was worth taking her frustrations out on. Her smile and gentleness a lure for hungry eyes and impure thoughts.
Seeing no one amongst the attendees worthy of note, her eyes shift to those on stage. She notices how her sister bounces from one leg to the other, her attention seeming to fight with the paper in front of her and something else⊠prompting Rebeika to follow that gaze over to one of their âsaviorsâ.
A genuine smile forming as she catches what had flustered her younger sister. She too, now focusing on the imprint of something far more interesting than the applause and cheers erupting in the room as the speech ends. She gives a soft bow of her head, reaching down and grabbing her glass when a toast was called. Lifting it slightly, her eyes on the Orc as she takes a sip of her wine, letting her tongue rest between her lip and the glass, allowing the liquid that poured onto it to ease the want for something moreâŠthick.
It was clear who was the wild one in that group and oh, how desperately she wanted to break that one~
âââlater that eveningâââ
Sheâd written a letter, and had it sent to the Orc. There was no need to wait for a reply. As the instructions inside were as follows:
Your presence alone is requested for more intimate celebrations during the hours of midnight and high morning at Falltower tavern. Find the gold rose entrance to the east side of the building. Follow the path down and you will find my door marked with a silver leaf. Knock twice for entry. Do not keep me waiting.
~ Reica
While she, herself, lounged in the bed inside her tavern suit. Black hair hidden underneath magically crafted blonde. A silver mask secured along her face, obscuring the shape and her nose, but not her eyes and mouth. Her outfit was just a sheer red baby doll lingerie set that barely curved along her breast and stopped just along her hips. Fanning open and held together only by a black ribbon along her collar. Black stockings were tugged tight over her legs and held along her upper thigh by a red garter belt.
Gortuk wasn't the best reader, certainly not when the text was so... Floral. But she puzzled it out eventually, and all without help!
"Ooo, that's the fancy tavern! I wonder who the fancy bitch is~?" she muttered to herself, briefly debating bathing and washing her clothes before deciding... Nah. Whoever this was wanted her when she was sweaty and bloody on the stage, she could have her sweaty and bloody now.
She was glad she didn't have to try and get in through the front, places like this tended to turn their nose up at her until she'd beaten up the bouncers and she wasn't feeling like it at the moment. Instead, she just followed the instructions, going in through the gold rose door, down to the silver leaf door, and knocking with two slow, heavy strikes.
"Room service~" she called out teasingly, eager to see what little morsel would open up.
Alternatively, this could have been some trap or something, but she could punch through a man's torso if something was holding it still enough, so she wasn't exactly afraid either way.
She hadn't been waiting long, thankfully, her fingers teasing along her clit, not quite scratching the itch that she needed taken care of. But even still, she didn't immediately allow entry. No, she waited a beat, chuckling at the witty quib before raising her hand towards the door as though she were the one opening it and calling out at last. "You may enter."
There was no romantic setting in this bedroom. No candles burning. No soft music. It was just a giant bed in the middle of a room, along carpet floors. Mirrors well placed, giving a viewpoint of every angle, a chest sitting in the left corner, and a chair in the right. With a hall in the middle of both that led to the bathroom.
A black canopy was tied open along the posts of the bed, and along the headboard was what appeared to be shackles secured in place amongst the soft fur. And the foot of the bed had three suspiciously placed holes and a clasp that anyone could tell, if you pulled, you'd be able to open it up and lay someone inside.
There was no mistaking what this room was for. And without any windows, it was clear that if Rebeika didn't want to be, no one would be able to disturb them.
Gortuk wasn't entirely sure what she'd been expecting under the fancy tavern, but a bondage room? Well... That was actually on the list. Not at the top, but it was there.
"Oooo, fun-dungeon~" the hulking brute teased as she stepped inside, her eyes casting about in the dim light thrown from the simple wooden chandelier, only marginally reflected by all the mirrors, casting the room in an ethereal smoky glow, making her dusky-skinned partner on the bed all the more enticing behind her mask.
"Alright Lady," she said, closing the door behind her with a foot and crossing her arms under her ample chest, her tusks framing a smirk as she canted her head to one side. "What's the game? 'Rape the Princess'? 'Break the Savage'? 'Just Fuck Me, Stupid'? I'm down for whatever, but I won't roll over easy. If you want anything more than getting your holes gaped on this fat green dick-" She slid her hand slowly down her abs and gave her cock a squeeze through her loincloth for effect. "- You're gonna have to really earn it~"
The dim light created a perfect silhouette of the mighty Orc, the second Gortuk stepped into the room, just enough for Reibeika to know, of the two, she was most certainly the smallest and therefore seen as possible easy prey.
She didnât sit up. Didnât stop teasing her fingers in slow circles along her clit. Though she did tremble a bit, her mouth parting every so slooowly when the Orc spoke.
Oh, she was going to have so much fun breaking her in~
âFeisty thing arenât you.â She sighed, eyes trailing down the other womanâs body, resting where all that audacity must have been stored. âLetâs start simple, come here.â
She spread her legs wide, what little light that existed in the room shimmering along her wet slit, giving a good visual of just how slick she was even before she spread those plump lips open and teased a finger along the slit. âI want to see if that mouth of yours is only for spouting nonsense.â
"Ohoho," she smirked, watching those legs spread and that pussy spread right after. "I'll play along for now, just to make it all the more fun when I take the reins~"
Gortuk obeyed, as she said she would, and approached, climbing on to the bed and snuggling up between this strange woman's thick thighs, locking right in on her slick cunt and skipping past any teasing foreplay or witty quips, instead nestling her tusks around those plump lips and sliding her tongue between them, seeking out that little button that would make this girl whine like all the rest. Her burly arms just wrapped around the noble's thighs and braced them against her shoulders.
âThereâs the spirit Iâll enjoy wringing out.â Rebeika cooed, licking at her lips as she watches the mouthy thing climb up onto the bed and settle between her legs.
She would have been lying if she said there wasnât a flutter somewhere in her stomach at the sight of someone so strong burying their face into her cunt. The knowledge that soonâŠsoon this untamed adventurer would be looking forward to getting on her knees just to taste her princess with the same eagerness a dog had when wanting a walk, had her reaching down and curling her fingers into the Orcâs hair.
Rebeika was sure that the cute thing would be able to please her. No one was that bold at groping themselves and others if they werenât. And yet still, she sucked in a breath, back arching slightly and her nails scraping along the Orcâs scalp when the beast used its tusks like place holders to keep her plump lips spread open while her tongue slid up the princessesâ slit, and pressed against her clit on the first try.
âThatâs a good fucking mmpfh girl,â she sighed, hooking her ankles around the Orcâs neck when her thighs were placed along her shoulders. Pushing the Orc deeper into her slick and juicy folds.
And make no mistake, the Orc was shoved. Small frame and gentle nature hid a shocking amount of strength that Rebeika was sure the bitch between her legs was going to force her to use. So why not let it be known now? Her grip tightened in the otherâs hair as she rocked her hips and began grinding into the Orcâs face. Careful of those tusks as she smears her juices along the womanâs face. âI would say haaaa forgive the hnnngg roughness. I am haaanngghh usually quite gentle on the-the first meeting mmmmphf yesss right there~ but I have a feeling you might p-nnnggh-prefer this more. Donât you?â
Gortuk was a lady killer, a homewrecker, and very good at what she loved to do. And what she loved to do was get women addicted to her before leaving on her next adventure, leaving a trail of broken hearts and gaping holes behind her.
This one, she was sure, would be no different. Well, maybe not broken-hearted in the end, but she'd been surprised before!
Like right now, when this dainty looking noblewoman managed to show surprising strength and force her even deeper between her thighs, pressing her nose into her clit and all but forcing her dexterous tongue inside her, where it worked to find yet more fun spots to make her squeal.
She couldn't exactly answer, face so full of rich-bitch pussy that every breath was just huffing the scent of a woman in heat, but she shifted her hands to grip the stranger's plump ass, hard, blunt nails digging into dark skin with a possessive hunger as she ate her out like a starving woman at a feast~
She really liked that roughness.
Rebeika didnât care about reputation of those she brought here, their only purposes were submitting to her and bringing her the most amount of pleasure a body could handle and then some. Addiction was a matter of course when they were finally released.
After all, one didnât go from being haughty strong adventurer to her personal toy without a constant craving for her royal holes.
There was no other choice once she picked them out. And she was sure this one wouldnât disappoint her~
She certainly wasnât so far. Especially when that naughty tongue dove deeper inside her slick heat, digging, swirling, and pressing against a spot that almost had her toes curling. But succeeded in forcing out another moan.
It felt so damn good, Rebeika rewarded her with another roll of her hips. Grinding harder and really riding the Orcâs face. Enjoying the sound her wet cunt made against the others slowly becoming drenched face.
Though, she didnât lose sight of the question sheâd asked and the lack of proper response. Raising an eyebrow at the way the Orc gripped at her ass without permission, even had the audacity to dig those nails into her skinâŠif that was meant to be her way of agreeingâŠwell.
Rebeika kept her right hand tangled in the beasts hair, but freed her left hand and shifted so she could reach the adventurerâs chin. Forcing her head up and rubbing a thumb along her chin, smearing her juices more. âI asked if you enjoyed the roughness.â She repeated, looking the pussy coated Orc in the eyes, using her grip in her hair to force her head back more. While her thump teased along their mouth. âAnd you do, donât you?â
Gortuk was more than ready to just eat and eat and eat, but found the lady's hands urging her upwards.
She was tempted to fight it, to keep going, take charge right now and prove that things ended only when she wanted... But after a brief moment of resistance, she allowed herself to be moved, pulled up until her lips were free(if messy).
"Yes," she said, letting her mouth fall open with a soft laugh as her head was forced back even further, allowing her thumb to tease wherever it would. "I do. Do you think you'll like it just as rough~?"
Rebeika hummed at that, a sly smile forming on her lips and forcing her cheeks to press upward into her mask. âIf you behave Iâll reward you with finding out, personally.â
She didnât really care if the Orc behaved or not, after all she enjoyed breaking in stubborn beasts. She looks at the sloppy mess the creature between her legs had become. Her juices smeared along that pretty face of hers, mouth hanging openâŠRebeika traces a path with her thumb along the others lip into their mouth, before arching a brow. âTongue.â She demanded. Her tone sharp and leaving little room for argument.
Gortuk laughed, relaxing into that hand. Every now and then, letting someone else think they were in control was fun, so, sure. She'd behave for now.
Obediently, she lolled her tongue out, long and red and dripping with saliva.
How long would this lady keep her entertained before she had to take over? She was eager to find out, eager to see how creative and clever she could be, before that pride shattered like glass as Gortuk did what she did best~
"That's a good girl," Rebeika praised the second the Orc's tongue was out, her stomach fluttering at the sight of the rather long appendage that had just been inside of her now dripping saliva onto her sheets. "Such a pretty tongue~"
It wasn't empty praise either. It truly was a pretty tongue. Thick, long... enticing enough that Rebeika didn't think twice about reaching out and tugging it in between her thumb and forefinger. Before pressing her ring and forefinger along the top of it. Rubbing it and twirling it between her fingers.
"Your mouth will be busy, so use those hands of yours." She commands, making a scene of shifting her spread legs and reaching down to rub the fingers of her free hand along her slick clit.
She was testing the waters now to see how obedient the adventurer would be. At just what point would her new toy try rooting and Rebeika would have to correct the beast.
Her eyes slipped closed, a whisper of a moan slipping past barely opened lips...hnnnggg she truly loved this part of things. It was a feeling she never got at the castle. Or anywhere else truly. Just here and how wonderful it felt.
Her clit throbbed underneath her fingers, and she sinks a single fang into her bottom lip to stifle another moan as she opens her eyes and looks down at the Orc. A single eyebrow raised, as if daring her to refuse.
Gortuk let herself drool. These bitches loved it when they pulled this kinda stuff, her long tongue dripping drool around their fingers, and she couldn't stop the little hitch in her breath when the lady grabbed it between her fingertips.
And now it was hands time, since she was busy with her tongue. Alright, fine, though the eroticism of handling her tongue like that was running thin already, since it felt like it was drying out in her fingers. Whatever. The orc shifted, bracing one of the lady's legs over her shoulder and slipping her thick fingers into that slick pussy, as commanded.
Gortuk knew what she was doing with her fingers, how to curl them, where to focus on to get a good reaction out of a human. Even before she'd gotten a dick she'd ruined plenty of marriages.
And when she had her squealing like a stuck pig? She was going to keep going. She was going to torture this bitch with pleasure until she made a mess of her dignified self.
And then she was going to fuck that mess.
Globs of drool spilled between her fingers as she curled them around the Orc's tongue, twisting it and dragging her fingers up it until she was pressing her fingers to her throat and then back out again. She could feel the tongue under her fingers already drying out, despite the way it managed to coat her fingers.
She waited for the right moment, when the beast found a particularly good spot that made her back arch, to sit up. Locking eyes with the Orc as she leaned over her and let her tongue slip out of her mouth ever so slightly. Giving no warning or command, she lets a glob of drool slide from her mouth, down her tongue, and into the Orc's mouth, rubbing what landed on the other's tongue in with her fingers before pulling them away as she leans down to run her drag her tongue where her fingers had been.
She rocks her hips, grinding down onto the creature's fingers, enjoying the feeling of spots that made her eyes slip closed being pressed. Though she doesn't sink into the feeling, not yet, one must always keep control when in front of wild animals after all. She raises her head and lets another glob of drool slide down into the other woman's mouth, before leaning back, though she doesn't suck her tongue back in, letting it dribble a trail of spit down her breasts. It is only then that she brings the hand coated with the Orc's saliva to the massive, bouncy mounds. Smearing it in, giving it a nice, good shine, as she slurps her tongue back into her mouth.
"Clean them," she demands, holding one breast up, rocking her hips again as she glides her tongue along her perky nipple. Adding more saliva to the sensitive bud of flesh.
She spit. In her mouth.
That was the first time anyone had done that.
Why the fuck was the sensation of that tiny thumb smearing her spit into her tongue so hot? Sure, it had been drying out, but Gortuk hadn't really cared besides some minor discomfort. And then the bitch had spit on her tongue and rubbed it in and her cock fucking lurched into the bed sheets. And it only got worse when that little human tongue was pressing into hers, her breath coming hot and heavy what the fuck was HAPPENING!?
And then she pulled back, and let that drool slather down onto her own tits, Gortuk's eyes following the lady's hand as it smeared it in and made a proper mess of it all.
While she kept her fingers going, not even slowing them down as she still fully intended to break this little bitch, she did as she was told and leaned in to start dragging her tongue over that fat sloppy tit, groaning as she sucked and licked, doing absolutely nothing to clean the 'mess' the lady had left, just replacing it with her own as her tusks gently dragged across soft flesh.
The feeling of the beast's fingers inside of her was starting to get to her, her cunt tightening every now and again around those digits as warmth began to work its way from her core upward, making her hips roll just to chase after it.
Meanwhile, her back arched, and a soft gasp pushed past her lips when she felt the wetness of the animal's tongue along her breast, the feel of her breath making Rebeika shiver. She lifted just a bit to press her tit more into the Orc's face. Enjoying the feeling of cold that tickled at her skin whenever that slutty beast's tongue passed over a spot, coating it in more saliva than it did to clean it up.
The feel of its tusks against her skin reminded her that the creature lapping at her breast like a kitten was still dangerous, which only served to turn her on more as she rocked her hips onto its hand, forcing its fingers deeper and against a spot that had her toes curling.
"Reach between your legs and stroke that monstrous thing you have between them," she ordered, reaching down to grab hold of the Orc's hair. "Unless you are so weak that you need an arm to keep you upright?"
Her sultry tone was challenging, teasing, and mocking all at the same time.
Split Bounty
Closed RP for @alltheraig (Laashia Nyi)
At the cantina, Roja sat in his booth. Drink in one hand, the other resting on the butt of his blaster. Naturally, he had the corner seat, no one was sneaking up on him unless they blew a hole in the wall behind him, not that he was expecting that kind of trouble.
But you could never be too careful, even if you wore blaster-repelling armor at all hours of the day.
On the table in front of him was a bounty-tracking fob, faintly beeping, gently pulsing. The target was far away, currently quite safe in a deep dark hole, just waiting for the next fool to trip into it and die like the last seven bounty hunters the guild had sent after them.
Now it was his turn, but he wasn't quite stupid enough to try and do it alone, so he'd reached out to a... Recently-made contact of his.
That bit about the deep dark hole wasn't a metaphor, he needed someone with natural echolocation skills. Sure, the fob would point him in the right direction, but that wouldn't help with any traps, or any other life forms, or really anything but a particularly high-stakes game of Hot or Cold.
He needed a Togruta, and he happened to know one that liked him. At least, he was pretty sure she liked him.
That may have all just been for show, since when they'd met he'd tried to take her and her partner in for a bounty of their own.
Still, it was worth a shot.
The drink had a bendy straw in it. He slipped it up under his helmet.
Sip.
She was surprised when she got the request, even more surprised when he asked for her aid on a job. Knowing their history, if one could call it that, she'd have assumed any further contact from him would have been in passing one day or when they inevitably went after the same target again.
Either way, she was interested enough to see what he'd gotten into since their last meeting and just what kind of help he needed from her. So, she'd rolled over, giving Aayla a quick kiss on the cheek and promising to return in one piece, before getting dressed and heading off to meet their one-day-stand.
She'd been expecting a day's worth of travel. Some kind of faraway trip that would have her missing her bed and Aayla...not a short ride that kept her in close distance, but just enough that they weren't at each other's front door.
Stepping into the cantina, her eyes flicked from one corner to another, smirking when she saw him sitting in the corner seat of a booth. Sipping away at a drink casually, but that sharp look about him told her that he'd most likely spot her before she even called out to him. Still, she strutted over, waving her hand with a bright smile on her face.
"I see that tracker still works," she teased loudly, unable to keep from trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible for her own amusement. "I thought you'd said you would turn it off the last time we met~"
She's sliding into the seat beside him, her breast pushing against the table as she reaches out for his drink. "Mind?"
"That's not for you," he said, his voice modulated slightly through his helmet. It wasn't to hide how he sounded or anything, just to make sure no one had to deal with a mysterious man talking like a muffled idiot in a bucket.
He removed his straw and pushed the drink into her hand.
The great thing about a full-faced helm was that no one could tell where he was looking. At least, not when he remembered to not tilt his entire head down to stair at the woman's massive purple tits as they squished against the table.
"It's for a job," he said, remembering to tilt his head back up, at least pretending to look her in the eye. "The target can see in the dark, and has gone to ground in his home base, rigging it with booby traps and who knows what else. I can't see in the dark, lights will give away our position, scanning equipment will inform him that we are present. I want to go in dark, and have you guide me to him. Sound do-able?"
She sighed at his response, reaching over and snatching the straw he'd taken out, placing it back into the drink and looking him directly in the eyes...or where she assumed they were. Before taking a looooooong drawn-out sip. Smacking her lips and sliding up closer to him, pressing her breast into his arm.
"Anything with you is always doable." She assures. "But let's talk my cut of it all."
Well, now he didn't have to pretend to not be staring at her chest, not when she was giving him such a show with her plump lips...
"I'm flattered," he said, genuinely, even as he tried to maintain his dry monotone. "I'm willing to split it sixty-forty. I took the job, I found the base, I intend to do the work to bring him in. Forty percent just to guide me through the building seems like a fair shake."
He was willing to go fifty-fifty, but professional decorum demanded he try to eke out a little extra for himself if he could, and give her the chance to haggle.
She kept the cup close, letting it nestle in between her breast as she leaned forward. Tapping her fingers on her left hand against the table as she shook her head immediately at his offer.
âFifty-fifty.â She counters, moving her fingers to the table and drawing out the imaginary map of things as she spoke. âYou took the job, sure. But now youâre enlisting me. Itâs our job. You also found the base, great, thatâs a starting point. You need me to guide you through said base. Which means you found the outside, Iâm mapping out the inside. And you canât bring him in if you donât make it through whatever nasty bits he has waiting for you. And while I wonât feed ya to the fucker, if you donât make fifty-fifty Iâll make sure Iâm the one bringing him in.â
Her tone gets a bit too gentle towards the end and she smiles up at him brightly, as she draws an x over the entire imaginary map on the table. âBut we can just do fifty-fifty cause we work well together. Howâs bout it?â
"Deal," he said, glancing at the cup andnothingelseshutup.
Something in his chest did a little flip when she gave him those big eyes and that smile and asked for halvsies just because they worked well together. He was a loner by trade, told that partners were as liable to shoot you in the back as they were to actually help, but a human was a sucker for packbonding.
"We'll do fifty-fifty," he said. "Just because."
He didn't say 'just because I like you'. But he thought it.
"You want a drink of your own?" he asked with a tilt of his head. "Or do you just wanna finish mine before we go?"
âYou can just say you like me,â she teases when he agrees. Just because. âYouâre growing on me too.â
It was a risk to admit that you cared about someone in their line of work. A weakness to be exploited or a wound just waiting to hit right in the gut when the inevitable betrayal surfaced. But it was fine. Sheâd already seen the worst and been through it twenty thousand times over.
She could handle the risks.
âNope,â she replies opening her mouth and letting her tongue curl around the straw, guiding it to her mouth before taking another long exaggerated suck. Letting what was left fill her cheeks, before she swallowed. And pushed the straw back out and the cup away. Her breast jiggling with the sudden motion. âAll done~â
Besides. She began to slide out of the booth. She really did have a fondness growing for him.
"Not if I don't want a vibroblade between my ribs in my sleep," Roja countered. He'd seen plenty too, and it was easier to pretend he didn't care. Pretend it was just professional. And physical, obviously. They'd gone way too far to pretend it wasn't physical. He knew what that tongue could do.
He just sighed, tossed some credits down, and followed her out.
"We'll take my ship, I have the coordinates in my astro-nav already," he said as they moved through the streets. She knew where the spaceport was. He could walk behind her and admire her assets for a little while. "Do you need to grab any gear?"
âSmart man, but I doubt itâd be mine between your ribs~â she teases as they make their way through the street, her senses on high alert without Aayla around, unable to relax as every sudden noise or movement in her direction has her tensing slightly. âI quite like a few things pumping nicely and canât enjoy it when youâre gone.â
Even through that, she could feel his eyes on her. Making her relax a bit as she added a bit more of a strut to her walk that had her thick phat ass jiggling and swaying with each step and her breastâs slinging and bouncing from side to side enough that even from behind heâd be able to see the half curve of those round melons.
âNo need.â She tells him when they get closer to the spaceport. âI have everything I need on me already.â She whirls around suddenly then with all the grace of a dancer and trained assassin. âWhy? Want to get me something more? Maybe I can borrow that helmet of yours?â
She knew what his answer would be and yet, she smiled up at him regardless. Giving her best shot at those pleading eyes Aayla always threw at her.
It took Roja a moment to decode what that meant. Ah, his dick wouldn't get hard without his pulse.
His vocoder made a noise. To the inexperienced, it was just a weird squawk of meaningless sound, but to anyone who dealt with people in helmets like his, it was the best it could do with a sputtered snort of laughter.
That, combined with the clear show she was giving him, let him relax a bit too. No mean feat for a man who lived his entire life as if someone was about to try and kill him.
"Touch the helmet and I'll shoot you dead," he said, as monotone as ever. While he was serious as a heart-attack, his hand on the pommel of his blaster, there just might have been a smile under that helmet. "That said, a Twi'lek in a Mandalorian helmet is rather fetching, in my opinion."
She wasnât sure what sound heâd made, and not knowing him to laugh, she was almost worried something had gone wrong, but when he kept walking as normal. She shrugged and assumed it was nothing that she needed to be concerned over.
However, she poked out her bottom lip, huffing as she crossed her arms when he told her no to wearing his helmet. Unwisely ignoring his threat about shooting her, knowing he could and would if she tried, but also knowing he would at least hesitate⊠or perhaps that was just her giving herself more importance than she was due.
At his final words she giggles. Nope. She held just the right amount. âWeâll have to test that theory one day~â
"Besides," he pointed out as he relaxed a little. "The montrals and lekku won't fit in mine."
With that, they made it to the starport, and from there to his ship with relative ease.
The last time Lasshia had been aboard, she'd been in the brig, but now she'd get to explore all the amenities at hand, such as:
Cramped space!
Freeze-dried rations!
The Co-Pilot's chair!
Not dealing with bars in front of the only bed!
...
It was a modified LAAT gunship from the Clone Wars, what did you expect?
"The planet we're going to tidally locked, and the target is on the dark-side, so I hope you've got a coat hidden somewhere under your top this time," he said, already starting to flip switches and push buttons as he sat down.
âOh well,â she says with a shrug of her shoulders as she makes her way aboard. âIâll just keep fantasizing about how itâd look taking a nice long ride with that helmet of yours on my head~â
She does explore for a bit. Mapping out the rest of the ship she hadnât been able to see the last time she was aboard, stopping in front of the bed and smirking. âAnd here I thought the bars made for such great handles last time.â
Though all laughs and teasing were set aside when he started explaining where they were headed and had begun flipping the switches to only he knew what. âI didnât, but I figure youâll have no trouble keeping me warm.â
Okay maybe it wasnât all set aside. She found a spot to sit and got comfortable.
"You can fantasize about me all you want," Roja said, smirking inside his helmet as started running through all the preflight checks. Fuel looked good, power looked good, everything was topped off.
"I can always lock you up again," he teased over his shoulder in his usual deadpan.
The original LAAT had seperate compartments for the pilot and the copilot, with their own canopies to look through, but Roja's had a single piece of transparasteel that arched over both seats. With most of the guns removed save for the forward canons and the rocket launchers, much of the copilot's duties were reduced, and the console between them was greatly minimized, granting a surprising amount of space in the cockpit.
Still, the chair that Lasshia found herself in was almost a full body-length away from Roja's.
"It'll be tricky, but I'm sure we'll think of something," he fired back about her lack of a coat. Practically, he had cold-gear she could borrow. But now he was fantasizing about fucking for warmth. Stupid sexy Lasshia.
With permission from the starport secured, crash-webbing buckled, and a course through the atmosphere plotted, they lifted off and were away, the blue of the sky fading into black, stars winking into existence.
"It'll take a minute to clear the gravity well, then we'll make the jump to hyperspace," he said, glancing back at her on her little raised platform. "Don't get up, or else you're gonna fall over when we jump."
"Don't gotta tell me twice," she purrs, watching him do his thing. Maybe it was because she was getting used to him, but she was certain she could hear the teasing in his tone. Then again, that could just be here wanting it to be something more than what it was.
It wasn't like he could stop her from doing just that anyway, so she leaned into it and winked at him when he turned back towards her. "Gotta thing for dominating me~" she teases, giving her chest a bit of a bounce as she brings her arms up in front of her, pushing her wrists together. "Wanna fuck me while I'm bound?"
She almost regretted not just sitting in his damn lap.
"Oh!" She gasped when he said that they'd figure something out. A sly smirk tugging at her lips. "I knew I liked you for a reason~"
So, he really was loosening up a bit. Of course he was. How could anyone resist her? Not after the time, they'd had their first meeting. No one could walk away from that kind of hot and steamy without being a little less edgy.
"But what if I wanted to change seats?" She bemoaned as she looked him in the eyes and then down to his lap. A smile tugging on her lips as she begins tracing her hand down her body to rest between her legs. "There's a more surefire guarantee of keeping me seated."
"Then you'd better move fast," he said, making no acknowledgement of the obvious innuendo.
You didn't have to buckle in during hyperspace travel, just the initial jump and when you dropped out. So really, she just had to wait like, three minutes and then she could do whatever. No need for pretense, but he wasn't going to stop the fun, and the ship had an advanced-enough navicomputer that he didn't have to be able to see out of the canopy just to jump to hyperspace. The formula was already calculated, and he could reach the appropriate lever even with someone in his lap.
If she sat on his lap, of course.
"Time's almost up, already."
He'd barely gotten the word 'already' out of his mouth before she was up and climbing into his lap. With her back to him, her plump ass wiggling and shifting against him as she got comfortable, only to lean back into his chest, lifting her head slightly to look up at him. Blinking up at him as innocently as she could. "Much better~"
Having a togruta in your lap was generally considered a pretty good situation by most sapients in the galaxy. They were, generally considered, pretty fucking hot across the whole species.
Having a togruta sitting in your lap, facing away from you, was something of an issue with her big fuckoff horns either blocking his vision, or, as she leaned her head back to look up at him with her big beautiful eyes, narrowly avoiding puncturing his throat.
"Glad you're comfy," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist as a light on his console blipped green, and reaching out with the other to push the appropriate lever all the way forward.
The ship shuddered as it rapidly accelerated to speeds that the human mind couldn't truly comprehend and moved into hyperspace, momentarily pressing his guest into his lap so hard he could feel the curvature of her ass through his codpiece.
And then the smearing spaghetti of stars resolved themselves into the cloudy blue tunnel of Hyperspace proper, and the pressure eased to normal.
"Ladies and gentleman," he intoned flatly, not removing his arm from her waist. "You are now free to move about the cabin."
She'd been expecting some kind of witty remark, something that would make her want to get up. Imagine her surprise when he gives none of that, and instead she feels an arm wrapping around her waist. The way her cheeks flushed at the feeling and heat bloomed so quickly in her core, she had to shift a bit just to keep from getting wet, especially when he reached past her as if this was nothing but a regular occurrence between them. Oh sweet galaxy~
Any smart remark that had been on her tongue slid back down her throat as they finally took off, forcing her back into him more and pressing her ass into him harder, so much that she wanted to wiggle and shake to see what kind of reaction she'd get.
When the pressure eased up, that was exactly what she did. Being extra careful of her horns when she lifted her head up a bit, she gave a little chuckle at his comment. "Thank you, captain~" She teased, and with the movements of a trained acrobat, she turned in his arms so that she was facing him now. "Ah, muccccch, better."
She gave another roll of her hips and blinked up at him. "You don't have to keep your eyes on anything, do ya?"
Kidnapper? I Hardly Know Her!
Closed Rp @forgeoflust (Fem'Meboi)
So what she'd been walking around in a sketchy area, no guards, no one to protect her. Flashy clothing and swinging her coin purse overflowing with so much money that it was scattering onto the floor with each bounce in her step. So, maybe she'd been sighing and lamenting on how she was just a girl alone in the middle of the street with no one to look after her, or grumbling about how worried her family would be if she went missing. Just how much they'd spend to get her back...
That wasn't an invitation for a group of random hoodlums to snatch her off the street, drag her into an alley, force her to remain silent as they stripped her for all she'd brought, before dragging her onto a ship. Demanding that she call her parents and beg for money for her own ransom.
Of course, she'd done it. With a sneer at the poorly thrown together note, she was forced to read, and the low amount they'd suggested. Upping it more with a crinkle of her nose. Because she was worth a lot more than that, and they should know it. When it was all said and done, her parents promising to raise the money, she'd refused to be tied up. Refused to be put in a stuffy old room and instead ordered them to make her something gentle to drink.
After all, being kidnapped made a Twi'lek like her parched, and she was growing hungry, too. Doubting that they had anything that would be satisfactory to eat, she told them to just bring her whatever they had on hand, and she would make do. Before getting cozy and enjoying the time away from her regular responsibilities.
She was just sooo frightened. What else was she to do?
On an entirely unrelated misadventure, a certain hot-pink smuggler was crawling through an air shaft, muttering to himself about stupid cartels and their stupid rivalries and stupid debts and stupid spice-fueled nights of debauchery where he lost all of his money on gambling and spontaneous generosity and really big animals he had no idea how to take care of and couldn't return so had to abandon-
Fem was not having a good day. He hadn't been having a good week. In generally, he was having something of a time lately. Right now, he was trying to rob this ship of some very important data at the behest of the Pyke Syndicate, his own ship stealthily docked underneath it with some nasty hull-cutting nonsense that let him directly access the ventilation system.
With a deep sigh, he peeped through one of the vents and spotted another twi'lek, a young red-skinned woman in an expensive looking dress, just sitting alone in what seemed to be the ship's galley. She wasn't dressed like the Crimson Dawn goons he'd seen elsewhere.
"Psst," he hissed, already regretting getting involved in yet another thing. "Don't look around. Are you here willingly? Do you need help?"
She was starting to get bored, and boredom was exactly why she'd gotten herself into this to begin with, so what was she supposed to do with the boredom that made her want to get oâshe stopped when she heard something hissing for her not to look around.
Hello boredom eraser.
Almost immediately, she begins looking around, whipping her head this way and that, Lekku's swishing atop her head with the sudden movement. Only for her to stop suddenly and look upward where she'd heard the sound come from. Her gaze is soft and pleading as she brings her hands up to her chest. "Did my parents send you here to rescue me?" She whispers in a voice dripping with the practiced tone she'd used in the streets earlier. Inwardly, she was praising her acting skills.
Just another thing for her to talk her parents into letting her do when she returned home. "Please, don't leave me here with them. I want to go home." She'd even squeezed a few tears down her cheeks without having to blink or yawn. She was killing this game of hers.
"I said don't look around!" he hissed. "What's wrong with you!? Stop looking up here! Holy shit..."
This was. Not someone trained in espionage. Or sneaking. Or following basic instructions.
...
Or acting.
"Stop that," he said, a little louder as she put on that weird voice. "No, I have no idea who you or your parents are. I'm here for my own thing, but I can get you out if you want. I have a ship. Just... Stop talking like that. Please."
It was... Disturbing.
"Or I can just go," he added, squinting down at her through the vent. "And you can... Keep doing whatever you're doing?"
She would have laughed at the hissing rebuke had the person in the vent not told her to stop looking up, which made her want to continue looking up. And she did for just a bit longer, before blinking and looking away. Down the hall, to be exact. Waiting to see now if anyone was coming back while the vent crawler continued speaking.
She huffed, crossing her arms when they told her to stop talking in her helpless tone. Well, how else was she supposed to let them know she was a damsel in distress? She could do without the voice for now. Whatever, it didn't really matter that much anyway. Wasn'tliketheyunderstoodtheartofthevoiceanywaysoitwaswastedonthem.
"No!" She hissed at once, reaching her hands up. "Help me out of here. I have been waiting for twenty minutes, and they have yet to even bring me tea! I wish to go home now."
It was true that their manners were so subpar that she was disgusted, but she didn't wish to go home. Not yet, at least. She still had to figure out what the vent person was doing after all~
"Alright, alright, just calm down," he said, shifting and pressing a button. Why these vents had shutter controls on the inside he would never know, but the vent zipped open, revealing him to her for the first time.
He was pink, effete, with a diamond patterned tattoo on the one lekku that slipped down to dangle in the air, a little grubby from the vent, and already looked a bit fed up with her shit.
"Can you climb a rope?" he asked. "I have a rope. Or you can stack some chairs? I can't exactly reach you down there."
Her eyes widened at the sight of another Twi'lek. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting. But a pink...whatever this was...in front of her certainly wasn't it. But beggars couldn't be choosers, especially in situations like these.
"A rope would be helpful." She replies, rolling her eyes. They were meant to save her, but couldn't even reach her? This was turning out to be more trouble than it was worth. No tea, no food, the service here was horrendous. And now her heroic savior was barely able to do their job?
The books had it all wrong.
With a huff, she began making her way around the room, grabbing chairs and half-dragging them over to place them atop each other. Making sure to grab a few things that she could use as cloth to clean herself, because either it was quite dirty up there in those vents or that Twi'lek didn't know what soap and water were, either way, she refused to be filthy in such a manner.
"Will you be sending down your rope?" She asks, as she lifts her dress up slightly and begins trying to make her way up the chairs. One hand holding onto the arms of the chairs, her tongue sticking out for balance, while she watched her feet to ensure she didn't trip on the unsteady cushions.
He was so tempted. So tempted to say no and just leave this bratty bimbo to whatever fate the Crimson Dawn had in mind for her. Probably hold her for ransom and then kill her as soon as they had the money, if only because of how annoying she was likely being.
Why they hadn't shot her in the leg or something, he wasn't sure. She must have bulldozed the grunts with sheer charisma and nonsense to be left in the galley instead of the brig. Alone, no less!
But he wasn't that bad yet, so he did lower a rope. A thin length of monochord, thick enough to not hurt her hands when she put her weight on it, thin enough to neatly tuck into a hip pouch.
"Climb up," he said, even as he pulled his head away from the vent and braced his feet to bear her weight until she was up(turning around in these vents was no easy feat with hips like his, so it took a minute). "And try to be quiet about it, I am trying to sneak, here."
She looked at the rope, eyeing it for a bit before reaching out to give it a tug to see how sturdy it was. Sheâd never climbed one before after all. Would it hurt her hand? What would happen if it snapped?
Oh whatever. She wanted to see life on the edge.
She grabbed hold of it, a bit clumsy and clearly not stable enough to pull herself up first try. But after a bit of trial and error, she had itâŠkind of. And began pulling herself up. Making it about half way, before her arms grew tired and she was slowly sliding back down. Hands burning against the rope.
âWh-why are you sneaking anyway?â She asked trying to catch herself and regain what leeway sheâd started to loose. Maybe if she focused on something else sheâd be able to get up faster.
With a grunt, Fem starts to do a horizontal squat, coiling the rope around his arms before straightening his legs again to pull the rest of the rope up. He was quite proud that he could actually do that, but then again this woman was young, and likely fashionably thin. Either way, the going was slow.
"What do you mean 'why am I sneaking'!?" he grunted out, desperately holding his legs straight to pull her that much further. "Because they will shoot me if they see me! That's how criminals deal with intruders, lady. Blasters to the squishy bits! So please, talk quieter as we escape!"
The thought hasnât occurred to her that- THAT could be a possibility. Not much for her. Sure. But for others, death wasnât off the table. And as much she was loathed to admit it, she didnât genuinely want anyone to be hurt just for the sake of her amusement.
So she glued her mouth shut. If only until she was finally up, gripping tightly to the edge of the duct and trying to shimmy her way up, tears welling up at the thought of how filthy her dress had to be by now.
But when she was finally up, she resumed her speaking, voice far lower now than it was before. âThen why are you- haaa that was a lot,â she breathes, gulping down air, her chest rising and falling a bit too quickly. âYou do this often?â
She was on top of him. She was on top of him in a very cramped space. Her tits were fucking huge and barely contained in that dress and she was breathing really deeply and she was on top of him.
He sighed deeply, and just. Tried to tuck his rope away in its pouch as he answered her question.
"I got paid to steal something from this ship," he explained softly, glad she was at least talking more quietly. "I can't say I rob ships in orbit often, but I do steal stuff and smuggle stuff... And stuff."
He was glad for his tight pants, since it meant his dick was contained to his leg, and she'd have to really try to find it on accident. He was also glad this was a fucking air vent and therefor not well-lit.
"I'm gonna guide you back to my ship, where you can wait in relative safety and comfort, and then I'll finish my job, okay?"
Personal space for others didnât generally register for Aayla. After all most things she interacted with were things she owned. So it didnât matter if she was atop him, nor that her mountain of bouncy flesh were spilling from her top and in perfect view for him to ogle. He should be so thankful that he was even being used as a resting point for her.
But that also didnât mean she would stay there long, and when she felt him move she tried to get off him. Just a little. Better to use him to get around than whatever filth he sat atop. At least while she could.
âWhat are you stealing?â She whispered, turning her head a bit as if she could find it within the tight space. âAnd what an odd business for someone who does not like to be shot at.â
She shifted for a second. Trying to find good footing or crouching for herself, using his body like a placemat to keep from touching the floor. âWhile I appreciate your guidance. I would much prefer to continue following you. Your job sounds more exciting than whatever relaxing I might do aboard your ship.â
She motioned with her fingers as if to tell him to lead the way.
"A very specific datachip," he answered, squirming out from underneath her, trying not to focus on the feeling of her massive tits dragging down his front. "And no one likes to get shot at except crazy people."
He did not state that he thought she was a crazy person who might enjoy getting shot at.
Especially when she said she was going to be following him.
"Alright, fine, but you do as I say and move where I move," he said with a sigh, rolling on to his front and starting to crawl. "I don't know why they grabbed you, so I don't know how willing they are to kill you, so try really really hard to not get caught, okay?"
A space datachip? That sounded interesting. "What's on this datachip?" She asks, frowning when he begins removing her only line of defense from the grime, himself, from underneath her. She didn't give much notice to where her breasts were or what they might have been doing to him.
It was a reaction she expected regardless, after all. Who could deny she was a bombshell? And who wouldn't want her pressed up against them? Duh.
He was so wordy though. For someone who was supposed to be stealthy and quiet, he sure did have a lot to say. She gives a nod of her head and tries not to roll her eyes as she begins crawling after him, trying her best to follow the same path he'd taken.
"Data?" he said with a small shrug as he dragged himself along. "I don't get paid to know what's on it, just to get it for the Pyke Syndicate."
After that, it was quiet crawling through mildly dusty airshafts, pausing at every vent to peek through and see if he was in the right room yet.
Eventually, he liked what he saw and smiled as he opened it. This time, it was set into a wall, at floor level, so they could just crawl out and stand up. Except instead of standing, Fem was crouching behind a crate someone had placed in front of the vent, peeking around the side at a bank of security consoles and camera feeds, with one Crimson Dawn guard.
Asleep at his post.
"Okay," he said softly. "All we need to do is keep quiet, and turn off the ship's security systems. Well, that's all *I* need to do. You just need to stay here. Got it?"
Data? She didn't get it, and obviously he didn't know what it was either, so there was no real reason to ask any questions. Which just led to her nodding and giving a shrug of slender shoulders, following behind him as he crawled. Making sure to crawl where he had, telling herself that he was but a broom sweeping the way clean for her. She was so caught up in her own head, mostly complaining about how boring it was to just be crawling in a tight space, that when he stopped, she almost bumped into him. Catching herself just in time to watch him open up another vent latch and slip down.
He was rather nimble for a sore thumb. Perhaps when this was all over, she'd offer him a job...of some kind.
She was not as nimble slipping down, but thankfully she didn't make any noise- well, at least not enough to wake the sleeping guard.
'Is this why I hadn't gotten my tea!?' She hisses inwardly, scowling as she turns to look at the twink. Rolling her eyes at his demand that she stay put.
"Sure," she replies with a soft smile that didn't quite reach her mischievous eyes.
She was most certainly not going to stay put. The second he went just far enough that he couldn't say otherwise, she was going to follow him. She wanted adventure, and he was clearly her own way of getting it. No way she was going to miss out on it.
Fem might have made a comment about a pretty lady's face in his ass, if he wasn't working. Instead, he just proceeded to move past the sleeping guard, ever so gently moving one of the legs they'd propped up on the console to get at the keyboard, and started typing.
Assuming, incorrectly, that Aayla had followed instructions and stayed exactly where he'd left her.
He rapidly flicked through screens until he found something for automated turrets and cameras. He turned the turrets off, and set the cameras for a nice little loop where nothing of interest was happening. Perfect~
Now he just needed to figure out where the datachip he needed was hiding...
Aayla watched him work, eyes roaming over the screen in front of them from where she stood next to the sleeping guard. She hadn't realized that in her curiosity, she'd somehow drawn closer until she whispered, "So what are you doing now?" Right over the effeminate boy's shoulder, giving herself away with a raise of an eyebrow.
Hey! You!
From @benotafwaid
Portland, Oregon plays host to an angel, 34 Rides A Cowboy To Save A Horse, who insists to any who they meet that they are merely on Earth as a vacation. Loudly.Â
What will happen in Inderian, a succubus from Hell, also decides to pop into that city? Will they sense each otherâs power and be lured together like a nail to a lodestone? Will they simply see each other on street, both indelibly inhuman, and recognize a kinship?
Will they fuck?
Approve, and find out!
Accepted!
Closed Rp ( @benotafwaid)
There werenât many things one could do in Hell that hadnât already been done before. Having seen that and been there far too many times to care about it again for a while, Inderian wanted something more exciting. Something more challenging.
Sure, sheâd been urged to go to Earth, just to give others a break from the constant cravings in hopes of mellowing her out. But this was her vacation, and she was sticking to it.
âWho needs âem anyway,â she muttered as she walked along the streets of some ranky town. It was certainly noisy enough, and the smell of the food had her mouth watering. But that wasnât what she was hunting for.
No, she was looking for something or someone she could feed on. Her need for energy was once again at an all-time high, which had her scanning and sniffing about like a dog finally off its leash.
34 Rides A Cowboy To Save A Horse was standing, as they often did, on a street corner, just people-watching. The humans of Portland did so many strange things in their day to day that the angel often felt unremarkable, which, itself, was rather remarkable. They could spend days watching them, eyes unblinking, many pupils roving and rolling to catch a glimpse of everything humanity had to offer.
Cute fashions, tattoos, conversations, strange devices, horns- Wait.
Suddenly all of her attention was focused on exactly one individual., all wings spread wide and eyes open to the fullest.
And a stark study in contrasts that individual was. Where Rides was tall, unnaturally so, this demon was short. Rides was white, she was red. Rides was dressed, technically speaking, in a long dress that hid everything but their shape, while this demon⊠Was wearing hands that looked like they were groping her at all times.
The angel did not move from their spot, but they did not doubt that the full, undivided attention of the divine would go unnoticed by this creature from hell.
Theyâd felt the divine aura before they felt the gaze, every hair on the back of their neck raising as goosebumps prickled their skin. Instincts told them to run; after all, it was never a good ending for creatures of Hell when they came across beings from the upper room. Yet, the challenge of just what could happen had them turning on their heels to lock eyes with the being.
ThoughâŠnow that they were, they werenât exactly sure which ones they were supposed to be focusing on. Their eyes darted from this one to the next along the angelic beingâs face, while making their way across the street, hands crossed over their chest, and trying to seem bigger than they were.
âArenât ya supposed to be some kind of ball of light or whisp in the wind when ya come down here?â It wasnât really a question; okay, maybe it was in its own way just as much as it was meant to be mocking. They werenât exactly aware of what angels did or how they traveled, but they did want to know why it was here.
They gave themselves a silent pat on the back for their voice staying normal and their legs not shaking the closer they got. Though the goosebumps that began to spread along their skin, they couldâve done without.
ARE YOU NOT SUPPOSED TO BE TRAPPED IN A MAGIC CIRCLE IN A DESPERATE VIRGINâS BASEMENT?
The voice of the angel was not audible, in the sense that no air was vibrated to create it. The words sprang, fully formed into the demonâs mind with all the intensity of standing inside of the greatest church bell one could imagine. This was the only way theyâd ever spoken to anyone, and everyone around them who was new in town stumbled as they spoke.
They were quite proud of their clapback, cooking impossibly wide hips to one side and folding their arms beneath their prodigious chest, tipping their head back just enough to give the impression of looking down their nonexistant nose. They didnât talk to demons often, but they were pretty sure it was supposed to be contentious he default.
Even if she was cute.
Inderian's eyes widened for a second when the voice entered their mind. Of course, it couldn't speak normally...now that Inderian was looking, they didn't see a mouth.
"That was last week," they fire back, bringing a hand up as though they were inspecting their nails, before flicking it back and arching an eyebrow as they continued a bit smugly. "Why, s'that one of yer saved souls?"
Up close as they were now, they were kind of cute. As much as an angel could be, of course. Inderian brought their arms behind their head, relaxing a bit since they hadn't been turned into ashes or whatever happened when angels decided they were upset. "But nah really. What's got ya down here amongst tha fleshies, Wings?"
It was the quickest name she could come up with. Eyes just seemed to on the nose.
Courtroom Shenanigans
for Natalya from @ludmithrp
The client is on trial for something spurious, and you know it. He does too. So, since you both know itâs a slam dunk, he manages to come up with a few ideas on how to make the court date a bit more⊠Interesting.
Can Natalya maintain her composure? Can she talk loud enough that the opposing counsel wonât hear the vibrations?
Will the janitor complain afterwords about the stain left on her chair?
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((Closed Rp with @ludmithrp))
The elevator rose up another floor and for once she found herself thankful that she wasn't on a single digit floor for court, as she tugged at her skirt and clamped her legs together. Biting her lips to hide a moan when the toy she'd been told to stuff inside of her, hit the perfect spot that made her knees grow weak.
Why she'd agreed to do this, now of all times, was beyond her. Sure, it was thrilling, a little risky, and so very damn hot, but she was bound to get caught. There was absolutely no way she'd be able to focus on anything happening today like this. Sure, it was going to be an open and shut case...but nonetheless...
She glared over at the one who'd forced her into this situation. A client with a very sick and twisted hobby. And a clear thumb for the more perverse fantasies.
The elevator rose another floor. Her cheeks were flushed now, and her juices were threatening to soak her stockings as she gripped her briefcase tightly with one hand and tugged her skirt down just a little bit more with the other.
A chime rang out as the elevator screeched to a stop and the doors began to open, revealing a waiting area with benches and water fountains on the left and right side walls.
She straightened up, giving her skirt one last pass over and tug, before motioning for her client to step out.
It was time to focus...she had a case to win.
Take Her Down a Peg
for Maeve
Jason Grayson is a world-renowned adventurer, so when a super hot Elf cougar an experienced adventurer asked to join up, he didnât really ask questions. The more, the merrier!
But sheâs turning out to be a real pain in the ass with wandering hands and a smart mouth. Clearly, someone needs to fuck some manners into her.
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((Closed Rp with @yesmagicsugardaddy))
It had been a bit since she'd joined the small human on his little side quest, as boring as it was. So, she'd decided to help him make it worth her time.
A little remark here, a grope there, another remark, another grope. He was rather well built for an adventurer. Cute and plump in all the right places and that ever-present bulge just underneath that giant cloak he wore kept her mouth watering.
It was as if a bomb was ticking. One of when he would crack or when she'd finally pin him down and take him as she'd wanted to the entire time. That finally dwindled down as they walked into a cave for the night, somewhere somewhat comfortable and easy to protect should they need to.
"We could have stopped at the many tavern's and inn's we'd past when day began to give," she remarked with a huff as she rolled out her sleeping bag. "But I suppose you're too adverse to finer things after traversing in the more...wilder things~"
Was that a dig at him constantly traveling, at the company he kept, the constant reveal of the tentacles that always seemed to appear in a black void around their enemies at times, or maybe she was just calling him a wild animal in need of taming. Whatever it was, it didn't sound kind. Especially not when it was said as if she were looking down her nose at him.
Or at least it gave that impression even with her bent over as she was, ass swinging as she busied herself with making her sleeping space as comfortable as one could with it being solid ground underneath a blanket.
She'd stripped down to just her underwear, her other belongings stashed in the corner to the right of her. Within reaching distance, but not so close that she'd roll over into it in her sleep.
Old McDonald Never Did That...
for Evette, from @ludmithrp
When you go to work on a farm expecting to meet some cowgirls, and instead find a cow-girl, it still works out in the end.Â
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Farm work wasn't for the weak, it wasn't for a lot of things apparently. Most certainly not for regular degular people as Evette had come to learn. From how often they were hiring new hands to try and help run things.
Not a single one knew what they were doing when it came to those in the barn, much less her and the other cow-girls. The second they spotted her or one of the others, they were wide eyed and opened mouths, before turning around and walking away.
Her tail flicked at a fly, her switch slapping it away as she lounged in her stall. Her ears flicking this way and that as she listened to the girls gossip about the new hired hand, they'd seen working around. All too eager to see him come to the barn.
She didn't have as high spirits as they did. He was most likely just another that would take one look at them all and high tail it on out of there. Cute or not. Wouldn't matter much if he didn't stick around.
Confession
for Sister Mary Ann, from @ludmithrp
The confessional is where sinners go to unburden themselves. Whatâs a sister to do when a very naughty sinner takes that a little too⊠Literally?
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Today was another Holy Day...well it had been at least. Now it was silent and nothing else for anyone to do but to clean as the Lord demanded, then break bread and see themselves rested to serve their missions tomorrow.
Sister Mary Ann, however, was in charge of the confessionals once more. Which meant she had not left the booth or bench since the afternoon. Listening to confessions and praying over those who needed guidance, healing, and at times encouragement that they were on the right path.
It always made her feel good when those that came in with an edge in their voices and hearts heavy, left with a lighter tone and a bounce in their step. She was sure those around her would understand, but it was in those moments she truly felt as if her purpose on this earth were being fulfilled.
The church bells tolled and she reached for her rosary that had wedged itself once more between her sinful breasts. The meaty mounds constantly trying to swallow her cross at every turn, creating a divot in her top. She stroked her thumb along the wooden edges of her cross and begin to get off the bench, her free hand reaching for the door of her booth.
It was at last time for her to join the others in the bath...or it would have been had she not heard someone step into the other booth. Making her sit right back down, releasing the cross she held in her hand.
"Peace be with you," she greets, making the symbol of the cross with her right hand.
New Friend
Jason is a world-renowned adventurer at this point, so its nice to just⊠Be anonymous for a while. Go shopping in a new town where no one knows him, just be a guy on the street.Â
A very short guy, but a guy none the less!
Imagine his surprise when a cute little goblin wider than she is tall starts huffing at his crotchâŠ
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((Closed Rp with @yesmagicsugardaddy))
"Come back again tomorrow," a voice called as a door shut behind Qera, her face a bit wet and she was adjusting her pigtails, but her clothes weren't ripped this time! So that counted as a win in her books.
If she didn't count the fact that she was still horny and hungry for more cum...and she'd made her rounds through the town already. No one was going to be up and ready for her again until later when their honey-do-lists were complete and all the children were in bed.
She didn't feel like masturbating again either. But when one drained everyone around them rather quickly, there wasn't much else to dâher nose twitched, and her eyes widened. "Hello darlin'~"
Small feet raced along the pavement, nose twitching, large breast bouncing and smacking into her chin, until at last, she'd found herself pressed into the crotch of her new dildo. Nuzzling it immediately as she moaned. "Oh, please, please, please, let me drain those cumtanks ya got'n there~"
