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[gayforknifes]

I've͟ m͡is͡sed ỳoú p͜up͝p͠e͘t͠ - glitchingkiller

Oh, hello sir! I’ve missed you as well, glad to see you’re back.

[the-heart-vigor]

Open|| After the battle

Screeches echoed in the dark as the battle was raging. The orcs were attacking them but the Men of the House of Hador were ifghting back. They had already killed many of these monsters but more orcs were coming against them. The Hadorians would not retreat, though. They were ready to butcher all the orcs, and this was what they were doing that moment.

Huor slit the thorat of an orc and he decapidated another monster. He proceeded to kill a third orc while chanting a battle cry. The other Hadorians were also chanting, intimidating their enemies. But the orcs did not retreat. They were determined to fight. But Huor commanded his men to kill their enemies. And so they did. One by one, the orcs were slain.

When the battle came to an end, Huor was exhausted but he was not injured. He leaned on a tree, breathing quickly. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to forget the dread of the battle. This was the moment when he heard someone calling his name. He opened his eyes, but he could not see who had called him. “Who are you? Show yourself!” he commanded.

[gayforknifes]

I move my knee between yours as the blade rests on your collarbone. "You still haven't told me what it is you wanted, you know. I suggest you tell me /something/ ... Or I may be forced to use my imagination." I let the point of the knife slip the smallest bit and leaned down to lick over the spot.

(Kesslsmdksljd it was you??) I whine a bit as you force my legs apart by putting your knee between mine. Staying silent though my hips can’t help but twitching at your words. I gasp in as you lean down to lick my skin the movement causing friction between my legs.

[gayforknifes]

Anti leaned over towards Pen with a knife in his hand, he twirled the blade around as he licked his lips and stared down at the human. "M҉y św͟eet ̢pup͝ṕe҉t,̶ I͞ ̨wan̛t ̷t͠o̶ pla͡y a ga͠m͜e ̛w̛ith̸ you." He shoved the knife towards her face and the blade almost touched her nose, "y̧ǫu ̧a҉lw͢a͏yś ̸love̷d́ ͝ou͟t ̵l͢it̶tle ̛g͠ames." He gave a sadistic giggle, the signature cold-blooded chuckle and he pressed the blade more against there nose.

They froze in place with the knife so close to them, they could almost feel the sharpness of the metal against their skin although it wasn’t even touching them. “Yes sir, you know I love your games.” They stated trying not to show the fear in their voice as he pressed the blade on their nose. And they weren’t completely lying, he just enstilled so much fear into them, they didn’t dare say anything else.

[dxlking]

Hey you guys please start getting ready for auditions for the first and second season or THE GONNER'S CLUB!!

All manuscripts, or scriptz, chapter exerts, or poetry will be accepted!!

Please have everything together; links available and why you feel fit to write and play THE GONNER'S CLUB!

[gayforknifes]

If I find the good spot you’ll be begging. *i speak against your skin, my hand trailing closer to where you desperately want me. My finger lightly trails along your inner thigh as I lightly nip at your neck* ~N

*i squirm around* sirr….. *whines*

[gayforknifes]

Beg for it. Let me /hear/ how much you want it. Then I may /consider/ it. *i trail my tongue down your jaw to the crook of your neck, starting on a sizable mark, my hand gripping your thigh tightly* ~N

W-why does everyone expect me to beg? *i try to maintain my breath as you care for my neck*

[gayforknifes]

Hmm gonna need an answer Kitten. What would you prefer? *i lightly trail my fingertips over your stomach, lightly clawing at your thigh* Do you want my tongue or do you want marks to show people who you belong to? ~N

Please c-claim me mark me yours