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Jade nodded, sighing as she kept herself as composed as she could. "Yes. Our village...we weren't protected from Grimm, not by Huntsmen, just regular hunters and town guards. When the attack happened, it seemed to come out of nowhere." Her gaze dropped to her lap, hands slowly clenching into small fists on her thighs. "I was out in the street when they attacked, and watched our home leveled to the ground with Ren and our mother inside. My father told me to run, and I did—when I looked back, he was gone. It was all gone..."

Jaune opened to the door to his teams room, looking for some well-deserved rest after a good training session. He was more than a little surprised to see a woman with short dark hair there. "Hello, can I help you?" He couldn't quite place it, but something about the green garbed woman seemed familiar.

The girl turned with a start as she heard his voice, bright pink eyes wide with surprise for a flash of a moment, before her expression smoothed into a relaxed—if not relieved—smile. "Perhaps you can—I seem to be a bit mixed up, I was told this would be my dorm while me and my team are here for the tournament, but it seems like this is someone else's—I don't see any of their belongings here."

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Willow laughed softly, and offered the blonde a sly smile. "I might've had to...coerce that bit out of her, and I'm sure she'll let me have it for letting you know, but that can wait until after our night out." She then took Jaune's arm in hers and began leading to the front entrance of the manor to lead him out. "Now then, shall we?"

"You wanted to see me Ms. Schnee?" Jaune was still getting used to being in Atlas and even more so around Weiss' family. The blonde figured he should show the Schnee matriarch proper respect especially after everything that had happened with her husband.

“Oh, Mr. Arc.” Willow looked up from the book she’d been reading with a faint smile, surprised the young man had shown up so quickly. She set the book to the side and stood from her seat, slowly approaching him. “I’m glad you could make it—how are you enjoying your time in Atlas?”

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The shrill delighted squeal that ripped out of Jaerik as she was flipped and folded filled the small tavern room, and her eyes gleamed with desire as she saw his cock smack down between her legs and grind against her eager folds. She bit at her lip, arching back against the soft mattress under her, and stared deep into the savage barbarian's eyes as she lifted her hips to grind against him. "Please, Leo~ shove that fat dick into me and fuck me until I lose my mind~"

Leo sighed as he took a seat at the local tavern, ordering an ale as he set his jacket on the seat behind him. Being a traveling adventurer was hard work. Fortunately for him he always could find a tavern to relax in. Hopefully tonight he'd find some company to help him unwind as well, especially if said company was a skilled massuese who could help ease a knot he'd had in his back since that confrontation with the owlbear not long ago...

(Leo Cole [Barbarian/Druid multiclass] X Fem! Jaerik RP Prompt from @the-blackbird-roleplays)

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As the barbarian quietly yearned for the tender touch of a skilled hand, the door of the tavern swung open once more, and those that looked up immediately found themselves mesmerized by the figure that walked in. A short, petite woman barely more than five-foot-three, her figure was an immaculate hourglass, with the deep v cut of her tunic barely containing her voluptuous chest.

Jaerik smirked as she felt the eyes on her, the Changeling woman causally flipping her opalescent hair over her shoulder—a small sparkle of glitter-like fairy dust drifting on the breeze behind her as she made her way up to the bar, leaning over for the barkeep’s attention, and letting the round curve of her ass pop out behind her.

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Imogen hummed and moaned in agreement, and her eyes fluttered shut as she nuzzled down into the base, her throat eagerly flexing around the thick cock. They don’ know what they’re missin’~ she thought, and her fingers continued to tease and grope at her own breasts as she pumped them even more eagerly up and down on the Dragonborn’s shaft—a lustful passion overtaking her.

Open RP Starter: A Roll in the Hay

Sometime before the start of Campaign 3…

"Ah was startin' t'wonder if yeh were gonna show 'r not~"

The charming twang of Imogen's voice rang through the barn, the lilac-haired sorceress blushing softly as she glanced towards the large barn doors on the other end. To be honest, she still couldn't believe she was actually doing this—not just meeting up in her father's barn while he was out on business, but meeting up...while she was stark naked and laying on a large hay bale like a pin-up model in one of the raunchy books he kept hidden in his bedroom.

It was something that she never would've done before...but she'd been getting a lot more bold recently, all thanks to them. She blushed at the thought, and flashed a playful smirk as they stepped closer, one of her legs swinging back and forth behind her. "Well, what d'ya think~?"

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The new blog has been made. For RP purposes, we now have @asexxxualerotica , and for D&D based writing, we have @depravedndungeons . Follows back from those will be coming through the new main blog, @asexxxualauthor

As this is a fresh start, most of the old RP threads will not be continued. I would like to request a limit of two threads per person—you can message me about which threads you most like to continue, and with some additional convincing, I may allow an additional.

Also, I am open to suggestions of what the inaugural starter for the new blog should be.

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Keyleth bit her lip at his tone, her emerald eyes flashing with desire as she turned back to him. Her hand dropped and dragged across his chest to rest on his bulge, and she leaned close to kiss him deeply before she replied. “Pin me to the nearest tree and make love to me, Master~ I want Vex to see the passion and lust we share~”

Open RP Starter: A Hellish Fate

Keyleth gasped and jerked, tugging helplessly at the chains that held her bound and powerless. Her cheeks flared with a blush as she felt all the eyes on her—the leering gazes dragging up and down her naked form. It was horrible, and she wanted so badly to escape, even knowing that there was no way in hell she could.

Vox Machina’s trip to the Hells could not have gone worst—the fiends had torn through the adventurers like they were nothing, forcing them to turn and flee back to their own world in a harried rush. A rush that saw Keyleth get knocked back and left behind, helpless to the devils that descended on her.

And now, she stood here, quivering under the dozens of gazes, to be sold as a slave to the highest bidder. What a sorry fate for the future leader of the Ashari.

(Demons/Devils/Inhuman muses preferred, go nuts~)

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Some like it rough, pt 2 4D

Orihime, despite presenting herself as kind and soft, secretly craved when men used her as a toy, like a slut. And when she brought home a goliath lover that night, she got exactly what she wanted.

Some Like it Rough v2: 4D

"Fuck yes~! Harder, baby—oh, fuck, smack me 'til I bruise~!"

It was strange hearing such debaucherous and degrading language falling from the face of someone so kind and innocent, but if there was one thing Tormund had learned over the course of the evening, it was that looks could be deceiving—and Orihime Inoue's sweet, soft, angelic appearance hid so much depravity, he was stunned she was still an active cleric. Apparently the gods were more forgiving these days.

The goliath warrior grinned down at his gorgeous new fuckdoll, a hand large enough to dwarf a catcher's mitt smacking her hard across the face—immediately coaxing a desperate moan from Orihime's lips. "Is that what you want, slut~?" he growled down at her, the hand dropping to wrap around her slender neck and squeeze, clenching down hard to choke her out.

Immediately, Orihime's body arched under him, her lips parting in a sharp, desperate cry. "FUCK YESS~!!" she moaned out, and she gasped as her gaze locked on his—bright lust glowing in her amber eyes as her body bounced on the bed with his thrusts. "Oh fuck, baby, yes~! Mmm, break me, break my slutty body with your big, strong hands and your fat, throbbing dick~!! OH FUCK, DON'T STOP~!!"

The desperation in her cries made the goliath groan with wanton desire—no, there was no doubt in his mind now, there was no way Tormund was leaving this town without the slutty healer in tow. He growled down at her, his other hand rising to smack across her fat, bouncing breasts, before wrapping around her neck as well and holding her down as his hips slammed roughly into hers, the bed under them groaning in protest.

"When I'm through with you, bitch~ you won't be able to think of anything but fucking yourself on that fat, throbbing dick~!" he snarled down to her, roaring as he slammed his lips to hers and buried himself balls deep into her guts.

The cleric under him shuddered and moaned, her arms immediately rising to wrap around his shoulders and hold him close. Her own holy wardings protected her from the potent half-giant seed that spilled into her womb, but that was fine—she had no doubt Tormund would wear them out before the night was through, and she'd be fully knocked up as he carried her away in the early morning light—happily taken away by the first man to truly satisfy her.

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Let's Go To The Beach 7B - Nott the Brave has a special noble admirer that wants to invite her to his home for the weekend for a not-so-modest price. Days on the poolside are just one of the many things he wishes to do with the goblin rogue

Let's Go to the Beach! Beach!: 7B

Was it wrong to accept his offer? Perhaps—after all, her husband was no longer missing, and though the attempts to cure her of her goblinization had all failed, life was moving along rather smoothly. And it wasn't like they were hurting for cash—in fact, Yeza's alchemy business had never been better since moving to Nicodranas! Despite all life's hurdles, it felt like things were finally calming down.

And yet...there was something about the nobleman's offer...that she found she just couldn't say no...

"Oh yes~ such soft lips you have, Miss Brenatto~" the nobleman murmured with approval, his hand resting gently yet firmly at the back of the gorgeous goblin woman's head—holding her close as she steadily bobbed back and forth along his throbbing shaft. "How the Chateau hasn't scooped you up yet, I'll never understand~ you could give the Ruby herself a running with your mouth alone~"

Nott's green cheeks burned a darker teal at his tone and she moaned around his dick, a lewd gagging slurp escaping her as she forced herself further down. He was exaggerating, of course—there was no way he really thought she compared to someone as skilled in the ways of intimacy as Marion—but she still felt a small thrill in her chest at his words, and her hips swayed tantalizingly side to side behind her, as if wagging a tail in approval.

The nobleman smirked as he watched her plump backside sway, taking the bait eagerly as his hand crashed down to smack, slap, and grope the plump green peach greedily. "This body was made for sex~ gods, what I'd give to keep you for myself~" he groaned, bucking his hips slightly into her face, making the guttural moans grow louder. Nott's eyes widened at his tone—he wasn't serious, was he?

She pulled back, almost to question, but the hand at the back of her head kept her from pulling all the way off. Instead, she stared up at him, a startled look in her eyes, and the nobleman laughed cordially. "Oh, don't worry, Miss Brenatto, I wouldn't dare think of taking you away from your family and friends—even if it pains me to be without your sinful touch, it would be wrong to keep you from your life."

Nott breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to bob back down onto his shaft again—when she felt a firm tug at the back of her head, forcing her gaze back up to the handsome noble, he smirked down at her, a conspiratorial glint in his eyes.

"But, perhaps, we could make an arrangement~? Perhaps...every other weekend, my dear~?"

Again, the goblin girl's cheeks pooled with a deep teal blush. An agreement like that—it went beyond just a simple single invitation, now this man was offering her to start an affair with him behind her husband's back. This was definitely wrong, and she should've said so right then and there...if she hadn't had her mouth full of his thick, throbbing, and delicious cock...

Slowly, Nott gave the nobleman a nod, a glint of desire matching his in her eyes as she let him slowly push her down to the base again.

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A Fresh New Start

This has been a long time coming. I started feeling it a few months back, but I tried to work past it, deny it, tell myself I was just going through writer’s block—and, in some ways, I was. But the concerns I felt were just as valid and true, and they’ve only grown more prevalent as the weeks have gone by, until I can deny it no longer.

I need a new blog.

OfDarkest, for has fun as it’s been, has been a cluttered, clumsy, chaotic mess—a mess I am not proud to have attached to my name. Between the pornbots, the oversaturation of smut, and the people who refuse to read my rules, it’s just become too much for me to want to put up with anymore—so, I am moving.

As I am typing this out, I am in the process of creating my new home. It’s not finished yet, as I still have two hours before I can get to a computer to do some serious remodeling—but once it’s finished, it will be a fully brand-new blog. A fresh start.

When it’s done, I’ll tag it here on this post. Those that want to keep up with me, that’s the place to go. Until then, take care.

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Imogen smirked at his offer but shook her head, slowly laying back again on the hay—now laying on her back, letting the soft mounds of her breasts rest softly on her chest, and she teasingly spread her legs for the handsome Tabaxi. “Oh, Ah’ll be happy t’pick up yer latest novel yeh wrote about me, but ah need yeh first, handsome~”

Open RP Starter: A Roll in the Hay

Sometime before the start of Campaign 3…

"Ah was startin' t'wonder if yeh were gonna show 'r not~"

The charming twang of Imogen's voice rang through the barn, the lilac-haired sorceress blushing softly as she glanced towards the large barn doors on the other end. To be honest, she still couldn't believe she was actually doing this—not just meeting up in her father's barn while he was out on business, but meeting up...while she was stark naked and laying on a large hay bale like a pin-up model in one of the raunchy books he kept hidden in his bedroom.

It was something that she never would've done before...but she'd been getting a lot more bold recently, all thanks to them. She blushed at the thought, and flashed a playful smirk as they stepped closer, one of her legs swinging back and forth behind her. "Well, what d'ya think~?"

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Let’s Go to the Beach! Beach! 2A: It was just meant to be a little bit of a joy ride around the bay, seeing the sights and soaking in the sun. Once out, though, Yora realized the boatman she’d hired had different plans for her…

A desperate moan fell from the dark-elf's lips, and her body arched as she felt the rough, work-weathered hand grope and roughly squeeze at one of her sizable breasts. "It really is just like they say~" the sailor beside her chuckled darkly into her ear. "You drow girls are made to be sluts~ just look at you go~"

Yora wanted to deny his claim—deny it with all her heart—but it was such a shameful display that she couldn't find the words. The moment they'd gone far enough from the shore that they wouldn't be spotted, the sailor had immediately begun openly molesting her, toying with her—and despite her want to stop him, she hadn't found the strength to.

Her clothes were scattered across the deck of his boat—ripped and ruined, and leaving her utterly nude and helpless as he'd continued his assault, his massive throbbing shaft sinking into her folds and thrusting roughly away. Again, the want to resist built up inside her, only to pop like a balloon as she felt him grind into her sweetspot—and like she couldn't control herself at all, she climaxed around him.

"Lucky me for finding you~" the sailor chuckled, giving her breast a firm smack, and he grinned as he watched her hips gyrate against his—not even trying to hide the wanton lust that flooded through her form. "Just a bit of magic fingers, and you show your true colors~ anyone at the port could've made you theirs, but I'm the lucky son of a bitch who gets a free drow slut for himself~"

No, she wanted to say. No, she wasn't his—even as she climaxed over and over again, even as her body willfully arched into him and rocked against his rough thrusts—even as the hot sun overhead baked her mind into a haze of lust and madness—even then, she wanted to refuse his claims.

Instead, her lips parted with a moan, as bright pink eyes met his, full of passionate desire. "Yes, Master~ I'm all yours~"

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Scourge raised an eyebrow as he saw his newest crew member hustling and rustling about in her cabin—even with his limited knowledge of avian-folk, he could recognize the starting phases of a nest being made. “Jamieson said as much—is everything alright? You seem rattled, Aria,” he murmured, reaching out a hand to press against her forehead, checking her temperature.

one of the crew members goes to the captain, a tad concerned for a member that was on for a bit. "Uh, Captain? You know that pink Harpy lady that joined the crew a month ago? Well, they said they couldn't get to work because their body is making them feel weird. You have any idea what they mean?"

Scourge paused in his work—pulling tight on the rigging of the ship to hold it steady as he pondered his crewmate's words. "No, I don't think I do," the tiefling murmured after a moment of quiet contemplation, and he turned to tie off the ropes firmly, clapping his hands once the lines were secure. "But, I suppose I could check up on her—I am a healer, after all," he chuckled slightly, before patting the man on the shoulder and making his way down below decks to the crew rooms.

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For a brief moment, Stark stiffened, the sudden feeling of Terra’s arms around him making him flinch back—but just as quickly, his walls came down, and he leaned into her embrace, sighing deeply. For a moment, he just let himself be held, his eyes shutting as he tried to keep his composure in check.

“Thank you, Terra. It means a lot, hearing that kind of confidence from you,” he murmured. “But it’s easier said than done…as soon as I lost you and the group, I fell back into the criminal underbelly of Vale, back to my old life…I was better when I was with all of you…”

He then shook himself and straightened up. “Well, maybe for a bit, I can do something—what sort of jobs are you taking at the moment, maybe I can lend a hand?”

'Hey Stark, long time no see! I... kind of lost track of you after the Fall of Beacon. I'm not cross, I just... I am so glad you're safe.' (@terravolksisms)

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For a long moment, Stark swore the world had stopped. How long had it been since he’d last heard that voice? How many nights had he heard it ringing through his dreams—and, even more so, his nightmares—over the past year? Too many to count, and for a fleeting moment, he swore this was just another to add to the list.

But slowly, he turned around, and faced the speaker of the voice—his gaze immediately catching the bright ginger locks, the awkward smile, and those brilliant emerald eyes staring back at him…and he felt the most joyful and relieved smile spread across his face in months.

“Terra! It’s—it’s so good to see you.”

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Keyleth swallowed hard as she watched the towering demon loom over her, her whole form cast into shadow before him. She knew she should fight this—a loud voice in the back of her mind screamed at her to stand her ground, but every other instinct was telling her to submit, that she had no chance against a being this powerful—and as he slipped his finger into her folds she let out a gasp. "C-Carried~!" she stammered out, before blushing at her own sudden reply.

Open RP Starter: A Hellish Fate

Keyleth gasped and jerked, tugging helplessly at the chains that held her bound and powerless. Her cheeks flared with a blush as she felt all the eyes on her—the leering gazes dragging up and down her naked form. It was horrible, and she wanted so badly to escape, even knowing that there was no way in hell she could.

Vox Machina’s trip to the Hells could not have gone worst—the fiends had torn through the adventurers like they were nothing, forcing them to turn and flee back to their own world in a harried rush. A rush that saw Keyleth get knocked back and left behind, helpless to the devils that descended on her.

And now, she stood here, quivering under the dozens of gazes, to be sold as a slave to the highest bidder. What a sorry fate for the future leader of the Ashari.

(Demons/Devils/Inhuman muses preferred, go nuts~)

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As those thoughts swam through his gorgeous guest's mind, Scourge found himself thinking much the same. The more he thrust down into her, felt her body arch and press into him, the more he felt that he needed her close—to keep her in his arms, in his bed, well after they'd reached the port—but he groaned, closing his eyes as he focused instead on her pleasure. He would not let his selfish nature win, he gave her a promise and he would keep it.

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The roar of cannonfire and the cries of battle had finally fallen silent, as one of the two ships sat limply in the water and the crew of the other strode proudly across its deck. Any of the ship’s crew that had not perished in the conflict were now down on their knees, awaiting whatever fate would come for them.

Captain Scourge ignored all this, though, as he strode past them all and down into the lower decks. “Now then, let’s see what sort of bounty we’ve won,” he murmured, nodding to the few trusted companions he’d brought along to look through the crates as he turned to the large cells to the back. “Anyone else down here?”

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Overwhelmed 7C: Exhausted from her life of crime, Neo decides to take an extended vacation on the coast. Perhaps a nice resort town with in-suite spa services? Especially one with very thorough masseuses~

Neo couldn't help the look of excitement that flashed across her face as she saw the masseuses she'd requested—a pair of towering goliath men, both at least seven feet tall and sculpted from head to toe with powerful, cut and polished muscles. With her in her halfling form she took, there was no doubt in her mind the two men could do utterly unspeakable things to her, and she'd be helpless to stop them.

It turned the tiny criminal on so goddamn much.

"Hello ma'am, were you the one to request the massage?" one of the goliaths—sporting a thick and luxurious beard—asked with a curious tone, eyeing the short figure cautiously. While ordering two masseuses at once was not unusual, it certainly was...confusing to be met by someone who was well past both their heights.

Neo simply nodded with a smirk, immediately slipping out of the lounge robe she'd been wearing, displaying her curvaceous form to both goliath men—and grinning wider as she saw the simple loincloths they both wore shift and stir in response. Short though she was, she was far from lacking in any of her features in this form. With a wicked grin, she walked backwards towards the bed, crooking a finger at them to come in.

The two half-giant men shared a curious glance again, before closing and locking the door behind them and slowly approaching, watching her sinful form as she slid onto the center of the bed. "Are you sure, ma'am~?" the second goliath asked—and though his tone was concerned, it was clear he was growing more interested in her made-for-sex figure with every passing second. "It might be a bit...much~"

The changeling's response was to merely lick her lips with delight, reaching under both their loincloths to stroke their shafts directly. Oh trust me, she seemed to say, I can handle it~

And that was all the permission the two needed.

Any hesitation from before went up in smoke, and the halfling-shaped changeling let out a shrill squeal of delight as she felt herself scooped up and sandwiched between the two hulking studs. She let out a sharp gasp, feeling their massive cocks slam rough and deep into her folds and ass, her body shifting subconsciously to handle them both at once, and she shuddered as they began their ruthless and relentless assault, head rolling back with desperate, silent moans.

All the while, a lewd smile spread more and more across her shameless, slutty face.

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Crazy Lust 4B: Keyleth had been in dire need of a vacation for years now, and a trip to Dalen’s Closet was just what the Tempest needed. Especially with so many kind strangers around all too eager to help her forget her troubles…

The moment she saw the two approaching her, she knew she was in for quite the day. She'd come to this stretch of beach, not just to escape her problems and concerns, but to reminisce on a life that once was. Perhaps such thoughts had left the Ashari woman looking lonely, and they sought to comfort her—perhaps they recognized her need to relax and knew they could offer her some respite...

Or, perhaps they saw a busty redhead all by herself and decided to take advantage of the opportunity presented to them.

If she weren't already so much out of her right mind at the moment, she'd be leaning hard on that third assumption. As it was, though, the archdruid could barely do more than moan and hum in delight as the massive throbbing orc cock shoved roughly down her throat—to say nothing of rousing enough sense in her mind to realize this was a bad idea and that she should make them both stop.

"Goddamn, this bitch is the best one yet~!" the orc bellowed out with a laugh, the steady smack of his hips down into her face accenting his laughter. His hands rested on her curled headdress, gripping the antlers firmly as handholds as he fucked her face with more wanton pleasure. "Fuck~! It's like she was made for this~!"

"Of course she was~" his companion chuckled, and Keyleth moaned as she felt warm hands press against her upturned thighs, her hands eagerly holding her legs down in a deep mating press as the fire genasi's smoldering shaft sank into her ass—beneath the orc, her eyes rolled back as she felt pleasure explode through her body. "Ashari women are total sluts—she was made to be a whore~"

Keyleth couldn't argue, moaning desperately as the two continued to have their ways with her. She should tell them to stop—wild shape and escape, do something—but the more the two thrust into her, the more the leader of the Ashari moaned, her mind blanketed more and more with heavy lust, drool spilling out around the cock she choked on as she climaxed again and again from their ruthless assault.

She couldn't even offer the least bit of resistance as they dumped their loads into her, then scooped her off the sand and carried her away—back to their hotel, to enjoy her for the rest of their long vacation.