#she roleplayed it to the hilt

[pyrrhiccomedy]

THE WHITE DOOR

He never called her “the woman he loved” until she was dead in his arms. 

Her killer was a a man whom Bastian admired; but Bastian wronged him anyway, and he was savage and exacting in his vengeance. So: Bastian too is savage and exacting, and far less admirable. 

Though revenge provided no abatement of his grief, it was required by the circumstances.

It is not enough by far.

He readies his companions to set out for the continent of Death itself. He knows only one man who has been there, and that man returned blinded, bitter, and heartbroken: but the dark prince loves his wife, and a knife will not keep him from her. Nor will the endless miles of the white countries, nor the threat of mutilation, nor the will of any God.

He expects horror. He will bring it himself.

His wise wife, his fairy wife: he trusts she knows that he is coming.

[kesujo]

Chapter 6: Miss Pet - Part 2

Previous chapter here.

“How do you want it?”

The hopeful expression in Tiffany’s eyes was quickly overtaken by an excited one. “Really?”

“Uh huh.”

“Thank you so much, I love you, Master!” Although those three particular words caught him off guard, his attention was immediately brought back to the chipper, energetic girl in front of him, who elected to jump onto his lap. Her arms went around his neck while her tail snaked around her waist, wrapping around Seojun’s throbbing member.

Seojun jumped, his fist clenching as a shudder ran down his body. Tiffany shifted forward, her eyes shining with joy and lips curving upwards in excitement. She rubbed her object of desire against her sopping wet slit, a pleased hum filling the air, the submissive succubus’s eyes fluttering shut as a wave of ecstasy filled her.

So hard had she worked for the privilege of being able to rub her Master’s cock against her aching pussy that it was screaming its wish to be filled to its owner. However, Tiffany wanted to revel in the feeling first. Like some sort of masochist, she withheld that satisfying feeling from herself, indulging in the steadily growing sensation of neediness. That budding feeling of want gradually transformed into raging desire, which over time became an overwhelming need. Tiffany’s sounds of pleasure grew in parallel, her hums and sighs transforming into full-out moans, her soaked slit continually pouring its juice onto Seojun’s member, thoroughly lubricating it with another layer of a different form of her bodily fluid.

It was only when Tiffany’s lust grew to the turning point of the edging she was inflicting on herself that Tiffany finally gave in. “Master, may I…?”

Seojun could tell what Tiffany was doing, and although feeling Tiffany’s smooth, drenched labia rub across his entire length was amazing, Seojun himself was starting to feel a little impatient. The accompanying visual only added onto the appeal: the way Tiffany’s eyes grew increasingly crossed, the way her chest heaved increasingly more noticeably, the bits of her arousal increasingly seeping into her hums and sighs and moans, everything was a feast for the eyes.

As enjoyable as it was to see Tiffany basking in the pleasure of edging herself, Seojun was also feeling his patience wearing thin as his lust increased. So when he heard those magical words, reeking of desperation and desire, he somehow managed to mask his ecstatic response in the calm manner matching his role in their master-servant roleplay. “Go ahead, Tiffany.”

When Tiffany finally plunged down onto his cock, hilting herself in one fell swoop, the two let out such a sexually-charged, synchronized groan that Taeyeon, who was observing from behind, had moved her hand away from Seojun’s side and onto her own pussy.

In that instant, the lust that had built up inside the two burst out all at once. Tiffany’s head was thrown back, her back arched, her hip and leg muscles flexing and the hot walls of her vagina tightening around Seojun’s sensitive sex organ. She relished in the sensation, rotating her hips against Seojun’s crotch, the pleasurable friction from the action drawing out further moans from the two.

“Ahn! Master’s cock is stretching my small pussy so much!”

But while Tiffany was enjoying the fruits of her torturous labor, Seojun was enjoying the body of not only Tiffany, but Taeyeon as well. At his front was Tiffany, her lascivious body pressed up firmly against him and her hot, soaking wet pussy wrapped tightly around his cock, and against his back was Taeyeon’s less curvaceous yet equally soft body, the sounds of her gentle moans while she fingered herself joining the symphony of sounds of pleasure from her best friend and her servant.

Tiffany’s plump, inviting lips and big, expressive eyes paired with curves giving way to a body just begging to be fucked, and Taeyeon’s beautiful, spotless skin that stretched over her ample chest and tight butt, both bodies were simply to die for. In a previous life, Taeyeon and Tiffany would’ve been the subject of Seojun’s fantasies, but to feel both of them at the same time was even more stimulating than he could’ve ever imagined.

“Master feels so good inside me!” Tiffany’s alluring voice echoed inside the bedroom, vibrating with the cadence of her bouncing atop Seojun’s cock. Seojun himself was no slouch, hands tightly gripping her hips and burying his cock deep into Tiffany with each thrust. So far did Seojun penetrate the succubus’s pussy, spewing out further lubrication to counteract its increasing tightness, that he could feel the tip of his penis brush against her cervix with nearly every thrust. The resonating sound of Tiffany’s dampening butt, ripples coming off it from the force of their connection, joined in on the symphony of sex. “I love Master’s cock so much, please use me like your personal sex toy!”

Seojun had inadvertently been staring straight at Tiffany’s vigorously bouncing tits the entire time and was so absolutely hypnotized by the sight that it took those words for him to accept the invitation, diving down and capturing her right breast with his mouth.

“Master…”

The whimper escaped from Tiffany as Seojun’s lips planted kisses along her soft mounds, small sparks of pleasure erupting from every point of contact. Feeling the sheer softness on his lips was addictive, but even more so was Tiffany’s response: demure whines and moans, her back arching slightly to allow him easier access.

“Master, I’m supposed to be paying you back, not making you do more work…”

“It’s alright Tiffany, I want to do this.”

“Master—ah!” This time, an abrupt squeal escaped from Tiffany, Seojun taking Tiffany’s invitingly swollen and pink nipples into his mouth and suckling on them. “Master!”

While Seojun feasted on Tiffany’s tits, Taeyeon was pressing hers firmly against his back, taking advantage of Seojun’s exposed neck by planting kisses along it.

“You’re fortunate your Master takes such good care of you, Fany.”

“Master is the most generous, kindest Master one could ask for~” Tiffany agreed in an almost purr of gratification.

To Seojun, he was being anything but generous. His fingers were cheating further and further down to feel the soft butt bouncing so fiercely against his groin, his thrusts increasing arbitrarily with Tiffany forced to match his pace, his lips ruthlessly attacking Tiffany’s rack and mercilessly tugging and pulling at the pink nubs sitting atop her breasts just begging to be suckled on, each and every single one of his actions were driven strictly by his own desire.

“More, Master! Harder! Destroy my undeserving pussy, ravish my boobs, turn my ass red and my insides white!”

But it seemed Tiffany didn’t mind, in fact relishing in her Master’s selfishness, a never-ending stream of moans and words of motivation only egging Seojun on. He was completely lost in his own cloud of ecstasy, barely noticing the added feeling of Taeyeon’s lips pressing against his until he felt her tongue run against the wet membrane. The sweet taste flooded his senses, briefly confusing him before realizing what Taeyeon had done.

The older succubus had manifested Seojun’s lips on his neck and was making out with it, Tiffany watching on in jealousy. When Taeyeon noticed this, she looked up, eyebrow cocked. “You’re such a needy girl, Tiffany,” Taeyeon noted, her hand reaching up to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind the bouncing woman’s ear. “You have your Master’s cock in your pussy and your Master’s mouth on your boobs, and now you also want your Master’s lips on yours?”

“I-I’m sorry, Mistress…”

“I think you need some punishment later, but for now enjoy all the attention Seojun is giving you.”

Seojun came up for air, Taeyeon quickly moving her head back to make room for it. “You’re doing a good job of paying me back, Tiffany. Why don’t you be a good girl and turn around for me?” Tiffany nodded, the dejected expression on her face replaced with an excited one.

“Yes, Master!” Tiffany hastily unsheathed herself, her body shaking as bits of her honey leaked past her closed lips and onto Seojun’s crotch, before turning around and presenting her delectable ass to Seojun. “Master can sit back and relax and let Tiffany do it.”

“Thank you, Tiffany.”

His eyes were trained solely on the sight of Tiffany’s dainty fingers reaching across the supple skin on her butt and spreading those cheeks apart, carefully backing up, carefully lining up her entrance with his throbbing tip before splitting her labia lips apart with his shaft.

“Master!”

Tiffany’s sexually-charged yelp rang inside Seojun’s head, the pleasant sensation joining the added feeling of her moist walls gripping his cock tightly, gliding along the length of his shaft as it slid to the hilt back inside the younger succubus. Seojun’s arms wrapped around Tiffany’s waist, head resting on her shoulder, eyes closed while soaking in the divine feeling of Tiffany’s plush yet firm ass massaging the sensitive skin around the base of his painfully erect cock as she masterfully rotated her hips against the stubble around his privates.

“Mmm, fuck,” Seojun husky moan floated right into Tiffany’s ear, a shudder running down from the top of her head all the way to the tips of her toes.

“Master…” The submissive whimper arose from Tiffany as naturally as a whine from a wounded animal. Her hand reached down but was stopped prematurely by Seojun, capturing her wrists with one hand while the other snaked down, finding the hardened nub easily.

“Sing for me, Tiffany,” he whispered into her ear right before pinching it with his thumb and index finger.

And sing Tiffany did. The noises coming out of Tiffany’s mouth grew louder as Seojun’s fingers played with her clit and rubbed the sensitive lips split wide apart by his cock, louder again when he resumed the thrusting motion from before, and louder still when Seojun’s free hand traveled up and began massaging Tiffany’s boobs. Seojun was so absorbed by the pure ecstasy of Tiffany’s soft, curvaceous body reacting so responsively in his hands that his orgasm nearly caught himself by surprise.

“Tiffany, I’m—!” was the only warning Seojun gave before unleashing a torrent of semen straight into the waiting womb of the lewdly moaning demoness.

“Oh-Oh, oh god, Master!” Tiffany’s entire body tensed as she absorbed the generous feast supplied by the succubus’s servant, the seemingly endless stream of the delectable sustenance so overwhelming that it brought her to her own orgasm. “Master, it’s so much, I’m cumming too, oh—Oh, oh god!”

The final word came out as a scream, the arousal in her body overflowing onto Seojun’s cock mid-ejaculation. The warm feeling of her fluid on his sensitive sex organ on top of the feeling of Tiffany’s curvaceous body shaking so intensely against his own seemed to prolong his orgasm, a few additional groans and grunts leaking out of Seojun’s lips, the tugging and massaging motion of the fleshy walls of Tiffany’s relentless pussy milking the last few drops of semen from him.

“Who said you were allowed to orgasm too?”

Seojun felt a chill down his spine at the sheer coldness of Taeyeon’s voice directed at the succubus winding down from her orgasm.

“Babe, it’s fine, I’m glad she enjoyed it,” Seojun said, leaning his head back onto Taeyeon’s shoulder and bringing his hand around to caress her cheek.

Ordinarily, Seojun probably would’ve just gone with the flow and let Taeyeon direct everything; however, while the tension that had built up inside him had unraveled, his lust for Tiffany’s body still remained peaked. Looking back, Seojun would realize just how amazing Tiffany’s Trait was, but in the moment it felt no different than every other time—which only went to show how practiced and matured Tiffany and honed her Trait in her millennia as sex demon.

Feeling Seojun’s warm hand against her face, the size of his hand dwarfing the small size of the dominant succubus’s face, Taeyeon closed her eyes and smiled. “If you say so, honey.”

“Master—”

Tiffany’s eagerness was cut short by Taeyeon, the sternness returning to her voice. “But we’re resting now. You don’t want to make your Master black out again, do you?”

Tiffany frowned, the dejected expression overtaking her face pulling at Seojun’s heartstrings. “No. I’m sorry Mistress…”

“Good girl.” The compliment from the otherwise stoic Taeyeon immediately put a smile back on Tiffany’s face as she unmounted Seojun. “Babe, you can scoot back and rest a bit. The key to taking advantage of Tiffany’s Trait is to occasionally bring yourself back down, since it’s that high level of constant arousal that the mortal mind can’t handle and causes the blackout. Fany, come here.”

The two readily obeyed, Seojun taking his place at the head of the bed while Tiffany joined Taeyeon at the other edge of the king-sized bed. As Tiffany was still shifting into her position, laying down face-up with her eyes directed at the other succubus half-standing and half-kneeling between her legs, Taeyeon started.

“Mistress—oh my god!”

The loud gasp arose from Tiffany, her eyes shooting wide open as Taeyeon pushed four fingers straight into the curvier demoness. “But you still need to be punished for being such a greedy girl,” Taeyeon said, the devilish grin on her face so fitting and so damn sexy. “You want attention? Here, let Mistress give you all the attention you could ever need.”

“Oh my—oh god, fuck!”

The gasps and moans didn’t stop, Tiffany’s chest raising and falling with increasing frequency as Taeyeon continued her attack. One hand went to her clit, her tail transforming into a hand and heading straight for her boobs, massaging them with such strength that Seojun felt concern that she would end up deforming Tiffany’s rack. Fortunately, no such injury occurred, the increasing ferocity of Taeyeon’s punishment causing Tiffany to close her eyes, her fists clenched and her back arched, her legs shaking as Taeyeon’s four fingers relentlessly pounded Tiffany’s hole.

The sight before him was incredible: Taeyeon and Tiffany were both extremely attractive and sexy in their own right, but together, they had amazing visual chemistry. Seeing the determined, confident expression on Taeyeon’s face, watching the smaller succubus dominate the taller one, submissively mewling and moaning, her lewd body responding to her Mistress’s each and every action, both pairs of boobs jiggling beautifully at the increasing pace of Taeyeon’s assault, it was all enough to get Seojun’s previously softening erection raring back in force. He grit his teeth, trying to fight it off and resist the urge to start jacking off to Taeyeon and Tiffany’s steamy sex, not wanting to defeat the purpose of the break he was taking at the moment.

While Tiffany was too preoccupied with Taeyeon’s fingers to notice Seojun’s increasing lust, Taeyeon didn’t let it slip. She smiled to herself, briefly closing one eye for a second before opening it back up.

Seojun flinched, his vision suddenly becoming blurry; his right eye instinctively closed, a second image appearing before him. It was nothing like he had ever experienced: it felt like he was seeing a picture-in-picture except in real life, with the sight of Taeny from his vantage point on one side and a top-down view of Taeyeon’s fingers penetrating her glistening folds and sliding into the damp opening on the other. “Thought you might like this view, babe.”

“Wow … I didn’t know you could do this…”

Taeyeon grinned in reply. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s great—but I thought you usually had to touch the person whose body part you’re copying.”

“Not for my dedicated servant. Fany, it looks like you’re enjoying this too much; this is supposed to be a punishment, remember?”

“I-I’m sorry, Mistress! Mistress’s hands just feel so—oh!”

Seojun flinched again, except this time it was seeing Taeyeon curl her fingers inside Tiffany from Taeyeon’s vantage point.

“I think your Master is almost ready, why don’t you warm him up?”

Understanding the cue, Seojun got up into a kneeling position and presented his erect cock to Tiffany. Her eyes flickered away from Taeyeon and onto the sex organ hovering over her, the look of arousal deepening and her eyes narrowing at the sight. Her hands moved away from her sides and onto the stiff rod, firmly grabbing it while her head moved up so that her mouth could capture one of his testicles.

Seojun hissed as Tiffany’s hands started pumping the hardening shaft, her lips forming a tight seal around one of his balls and her tongue swirling around his scrotum. The double whammy of seeing Tiffany below him suckling on his balls while Taeyeon’s fingers pried the taller succubus’s hole wider and wider was insanely arousing. Seojun could only watch on in awe as Taeyeon managed to first push the joints of her fingers inside Tiffany, followed by her knuckles, and then finally the entire fist.

At that moment, Tiffany let go of Seojun’s testicles, a loud, resonant moan echoing about the bedroom. “Mistress, oh god, it’s so much!”

“Who told you to stop warming Seojun up?”

“I’m sorry!” she yelped in response to Taeyeon’s fierce thrust, pushing her fist as far as she could into the fleshy walls of her vagina, desperately stretching in an attempt to accommodate its guest. Tiffany lifted her head up a bit more, Seojun aiding by lowering himself a bit, so that her lips were level with his veiny cock. Her fingers were unsteady, her body involuntarily shaking from Taeyeon’s merciless fisting, but held Seojun’s manhood steadily enough to cover his shaft with kisses. One hand moved down to caress his balls, the other reaching behind Seojun to secure herself, her long tongue gliding along the underside of his shaft.

A strong surge of arousal sent a shudder down Seojun’s body, another hiss of approval escaping his lips as Tiffany’s mouth captured the first few inches of his cock. Though she was unable to take more in due to the position of her head, the masterful use of her tongue despite the increasing raggedness of breath and increasing tension in her body from another impending orgasm more than compensated for that fact.

“Fuck, Tiffany, that feels so good.”

Keeping his right eye closed, Seojun’s duo sight of seeing Tiffany craning her head to capture as much of his cock as possible and seeing her pussy swallowing the entirety of Taeyeon’s balled-up fist, sprays of her honey flying out with each pull outwards and her body jumping at each thrust back inside aided in his growing lust.

“You’re such a naughty slut, about to cum from getting your punishment.”

The increasing ecstatic sensation inside her heightened to a point that she could no longer sustain keeping Seojun’s cock inside her mouth, her breathing growing so deep that her mounds, although were no longer being massaged by Taeyeon’s tail-turned-hand, jiggled and bounced about nearly just as much. “I-I’m sorry, Mistress, bu-but I can’t help it because Mistress’s hands feels so good inside me!”

“What do you say, honey?” Taeyeon suddenly stopped, her eyes still trained below her, onto her wrist hanging out from Tiffany’s entrance. Tiffany let out a sharp whine, her body squirming and her hips wildly thrusting, attempting to compensate for the sudden pause. “Does this slut deserve to cum?”

“Let her cum, honey, she took her punishment well enough.”

“You’re so soft, babe.” For a brief second, Seojun wondered if Taeyeon was disappointed in her response, but seeing her smile vaporized that thought. “But that’s what I love about you. You better be thankful for your Master.”

Tiffany yelped as Taeyeon resumed her fierce pistoning with rekindled vigor, just barely able to squeak out the words, “Th-Thank you, Master!” before letting out a high-pitched, drawn out, beautiful note of ecstasy as her body succumbed to pleasure, her body shaking violently as her orgasm overtook her body.

Taeyeon aided Tiffany in riding out the orgasm, Seojun drinking in both the stunning visual of the breathtakingly beautiful and sexy Taeyeon kneeling between the legs of the extremely attractive and alluring Tiffany and the top-down view of Taeyeon’s fist disappearing again and again into the abyss of Tiffany’s pussy as streams of her viscous liquid leaked out of their connection and onto the soft material below them. Seojun pulled back, watching on as Tiffany’s orgasm died down, ending with a final shudder when Taeyeon extracted her hand from its wet, warm confines.

Tiffany laid on the bed for a few seconds in the afterglow of her climax, her chest still heaving from the intensity of the orgasm. After restoring Seojun’s vision back to normal, Taeyeon beckoned Seojun over. He proceeded to essentially exchange places with Tiffany, who scooted further up the bed to make room for him.

“You wanted more attention from your Master, did you?”

Those words sparked Tiffany’s interest, who lifted her head. Seojun couldn’t resist the urge to smile at the sight of the adorable excitement clearly visible on Tiffany’s face, the enthusiasm akin to a restless puppy hearing the word ‘outside’ or ‘play’. She nodded vigorously, earning a sly smirk from Taeyeon.

“Turn around, on your hands and knees,” Taeyeon told her, then whispering into Seojun’s ear, “Make sure you, yourself, are ready, babe.”

A shiver crawled all the way up Seojun’s body at hearing Taeyeon’s honey-sweet voice breathing the pet name into his ear. His face took on a red hue, his heartbeat revving up to already dangerously high levels—Taeyeon, sensing this, could only giggle to herself. “O-Of course,” Seojun found himself stuttering, biting back another moan at the feeling of Taeyeon’s ample bosom pressing against his back.

Taeyeon’s hands reached down and wrapped around his shaft as Tiffany turned around and presented her perfectly shaped bubble butt to her Master. “Like this?” Tiffany asked, her neck craning backwards to make eye contact with her Mistress.

“Take a look at that. Doesn’t our Fany have such a sexy butt?” Taeyeon’s hand reached about Seojun and landed on the supple flesh on her rear, Tiffany yelping in response.

“She sure does,” Seojun said in agreement, his hand joining Taeyeon’s almost subconsciously, feeling up the soft skin beneath his palms.

“Master … Mistress…” Tiffany whimpered, her eyes already showing clear signs of aphrodisia.

“It’s so nice and round, and her skin is so taught and white … doesn’t it just make you want to violate it?”

The harsh words coming from Taeyeon’s contrastingly relaxing voice caused a spike in his levels of arousal. “It does,” Seojun agreed once more. Tiffany’s whimpers increased in volume, her legs beginning to shake and slivers of precum starting to dribble out of the succubus already turned on beyond belief.

“Master, please…”

Although Seojun had no problems with Tiffany being mostly in control in their night-long sex session, hearing Tiffany make such submissive noises was just as tantalizing. Accompanying the subservient whimper was a surge of power and control that Seojun felt only one other time with Taeyeon and with Yeoreum, so convincing that Seojun completely forgot that Tiffany was supposedly putting up an act.

“Face forward, and no looking back.” Tiffany reluctantly obeyed, planting her face on the pillow, mewling and whimpering as the pair continued to enjoy the soft firmness of her bottom. “Carefully, OK?” Taeyeon whispered to Seojun.

Before he could ask what she meant, he felt the distantly familiar sensation of the fingers on his left hand melding together, looking to confirm that Taeyeon had used her Trait to copy his penis onto his hand.

So this is what she meant.

“You want this?” Seojun teased, brushing the tip of his cock against her labia, her plump cheeks spread apart with the help of Taeyeon.

“Yes! Please, Master!” Her body shook along with her voice from pure need, her hips pushing back, gyrating against the length of his cock pressed against her wet slit.

“You’re such a needy slut, aren’t you?”

“I-I’m sorry, but I can’t help it because Master’s fucks me so well and Master’s cum feels too good inside me!”

“Inside where? Your pussy,” Seojun said, teasing the entrance to her vagina, “or your ass?” He pulled away, using the cock on his hand to tease the puckered hole above.

“Inside … I-Inside … I’m sorry Master, I can’t decide, Master’s cock feels amazing in both!”

“If you can’t decide, then I’ll just use both!” At the last word, without warning, Seojun promptly shoved both cocks into their respective holes.

“Ah, Master! Oh god, FUCK!”

Tiffany’s ecstatic scream resonated inside Seojun’s eardrums, himself grimacing at the combined feeling of her sphincter muscles squeezing his cock so tightly as well as her hot, wet walls hugging the circumference of his dick, massaging and tugging on it, as if trying to pull him further in. Seojun obliged, his right hand tightly gripping her waist as he pushed both penises into each of the tight holes until he had completely sheathed them inside her.

“Fuck, Tiffany…” Seojun groaned, pulling his dick out of Tiffany’s pussy until barely a centimeter was left inside, his arm pushing the other penis hard against her cervix to serve as a counter-balance, before firmly shoving his entire length back in. Tiffany let out another sharp moan, her back arching at the influx of ecstasy. “Is Master giving you enough attention now?”

“Yes—ah!” Tiffany’s response was cut off when Seojun alternated, extracting his dick from her ass while firmly pushing the original against the back of her vagina. “I-I love Master’s cocks inside me!”

“You’re such a dirty little whore for enjoying the feeling of your Master’s dick in both of your slutty holes, aren’t you?” Taeyeon egged her on, herself growing wet at the sight of her best friend’s vagina and backdoor being simultaneously penetrated by her servant.

“Yes! I’m Master’s little cumslut! I love feeling Master’s cock ravage both of my slutty holes!”

It took some getting used to, securing himself with only one hand, but Taeyeon being pressed up so firmly behind him helped. He soon got into the rhythm of alternating thrusts between his left arm and his hips, and when he did, Tiffany became not much more than a mewling, moaning mess.

The two were so preoccupied with each other that they didn’t even notice Taeyeon preparing in the background, snaking her tail around to Tiffany’s front while picking up Tiffany’s arms and placing them on her own forearm. It wasn’t until both of Taeyeon’s hands as well as her tail transformed into more copies of Seojun’s penis that Seojun noticed Taeyeon was doing something, and it wasn’t until Tiffany felt the soft tip of Seojun’s otherwise rock-hard dick that she noticed something.

“I noticed you still have a hole left unfilled, why don’t I fill that for you?”

“Oh! Thank you so much, Mistress!” Tiffany jumped at the opportunity to fill her mouth with the same cock that was stretching her pussy and asshole at the same time, planting a few kisses on the sensitive tip and dribbling on some saliva before attacking the stiff rod with her mouth.

Seojun swore loudly, another surge of pleasure expanding inside his body at the feeling of the third warm, tight cavern suffocating his cock.

“Do you like that, babe?” Taeyeon whispered into his ear, sensually rubbing her breasts against his back. In most cases, the feeling of her hardened nipples drawing random lines on his skin would drive him crazy, but his mind was already so preoccupied with pleasure from all three of Tiffany’s holes that he barely registered it.

“Yes, fuck, Tiffany feels so good on my cock.”

Tiffany let out a muffled noise of joy, the words of encouragement pushing her to become more aggressive with the cock wedged deep down her throat. In addition to the satisfying, crisp sound of Tiffany’s voluptuous ass slapping against his groin, another sound soon joined the cacophony of sex sounds: the wet gargling and slurping noises, and occasional gagging noises, of Tiffany’s mouth as she deepthroated his painfully hard erection.

“How about we add more?”

“What? More?”

Instead of answering with words, Taeyeon elected to answer with her actions, turning both of her hands into yet more copies of Seojun’s penis. “Get your hands working, Fany.”

Understanding the prompt, Tiffany shifted her hands down and, to her delight, found yet another pair of her favorite phallic object against her palms. She immediately got to work, her thumb caressing the swollen tip of his dick while the rest of her fingers wrapped firmly around the shaft, her soft palm flush against its veiny surface, and pumped.

At that point, Seojun’s mind was so overwhelmed with pleasure that he completely lost the ability to think. His hips and left hand continuously pounded Tiffany from the back, Tiffany herself helping by matching his increasingly wild rhythm, his upper body slumped against the marshmallow-y skin of Tiffany’s back, his right hand reaching around and groping her tits with the same force at which her body shook with absolute, sheer ecstasy.

Tiffany herself was starting to become overwhelmed; multi-tasking as she was currently doing wasn’t the issue, as she enjoyed the occasional gangbang on more than one, perhaps even more than a hundred, occasions, but it was the sheer excitement from the impending orgasm Tiffany could feel Seojun rapidly approaching.

Although Seojun could feel a tension in his nether regions, he could barely register it: the hot walls of Tiffany’s pussy convulsing around his hardened shaft, the tight grip her sphincter muscles had on the base of his dick, the continual spray of fluid from both her pussy and her mouth onto his shaft as they relentlessly pounded her, the tension of her throat as his dick traversed deep inside her mouth, and the softness of her fingers and palms juxtaposing the harsh jerking motion of her hands, rubbing along the entire length of his shaft as if coaxing out his seed.

“This is where you belong, getting fucked in all of your holes by your Master’s cock, using your two free hands to pleasure two more of them. Are you getting enough of your Master’s attention now?”

“Mmm!” Tiffany’s response was muffled by the cock occupying her oral orifice, completely lost in a sea of pleasure. It became a viscous feedback loop: Seojun’s movements would make Tiffany hornier, which would make her movements wilder, which in turn increased Seojun’s arousal and would cause him to become wilder.

“You want to feel your Master’s cum pouring down your throat and directly into your slutty pussy and asshole?”

“Mmm!”

“You want to feel your body coated in a layer of your Master’s thick semen?”

“Mmm!”

“Fuck, Tiff—!” was Seojun only warning before the tension in his lower abdominal area unraveled all at once.

Every single penis exploded simultaneously, the influx of the delicious sustenance into Tiffany’s body throwing her body into a state of overdrive. The entire room filled with the high-pitched noise of her scream as her pussy, her ass, and her throat was filled with wave after wave of semen, the additional dicks shooting the viscous fluid at first onto her back and sides, then transitioning to her neck, clavicle, and tits. Her mind was filled with nothing but sex and the immaculate taste of Seojun’s semen, not even noticing that they had shifted her onto Seojun’s lap so that she could more easily ride out her own orgasm.

“Master, oh god, Master…” her mouth, now unplugged by the cock still lodged inside her vagina and butt, rambled incoherently, the waves of ecstasy rolling inside her body long after Seojun’s orgasm calmed down. “Master’s semen is so good, I can’t—oh, oh god, Master!”

Another squeal and another orgasm directly following the previous as her body continued to process the high-quality semen, her body shaking violently against Seojun’s as the second orgasm wracked her body. It wasn’t until a full minute passed that Tiffany’s orgasm had finally completely subsided, by which all body parts that had transformed into Seojun’s cock were reverted to their original state.

At this point, Seojun was starting to feel the onset of exhaustion, but the warm walls of Tiffany’s pussy massaging his cock, tugging and pulling on it as if requesting another round, fought it off well.

“Wow, fuck, that was so intense,” Tiffany said, taking a moment to catch her breath, lazily leaning against Seojun’s chest and scooping the viscous bodily fluid off her breasts, neckline, and sides into her mouth. “I can’t remember the last time I had consecutive orgasms like that.”

“Right?! Isn’t he worth your life-long pact of never designating a Servant?”

Tiffany giggled. “What do you mean ‘pact’?” Hearing the beautiful noise was immensely pleasing to Seojun’s ears, perhaps equally as pleasing as her screams of ecstasy—although in a completely different manner. “It’s just that, I didn’t want to give up the freedom to have a diverse taste of semen from all sorts of men, but…”

“Hm? But what?”

“Well, the taste of ‘Master’s’ cum never bored me, which has never happened before after spending an entire night feasting on it.”

“Y-You don’t have to call me that anymore.”

Hearing Seojun’s innocent stammer elicited another beautiful giggle from the succubus whose pussy was still straddling his cock. “Why not?” she said playfully, teasing the erect shaft by grinding a bit against his groin. Seojun furrowed his eyebrows, a groan arising from him at the unexpected movement.

“I don’t know, Tiffany; it just feels weird, somehow…”

“Oh, and you don’t have to use honorifics with me like with Taeyeon,” Tiffany said, getting up and unplugging the last remaining hole. She turned around and sat on the bed, facing them, Taeyeon resting her arms on Seojun’s lap and her head on his shoulder. Seojun could feel his face turn bright pink at the intimate actions of what was supposed to be his actual Mistress, but doing his best to look Tiffany in the eye nonetheless.

“OK, Ti—Tiffany.”

Said succubus smiled, her eyes disappearing into thick, black, upside-down crescent moons. Seojun felt his heart skipping another few beats. Thank god his body had already been modified, or else he might’ve had a heart attack and died right then and there. “Much better! I think I decided, I’m going to make you my Servant too.”

Although it was Taeyeon who was pressing Tiffany to do so, it was her jaw that dropped the most. “Wait, really?”

“What? You were the one who told me to!”

“Is there no, um, restriction for being a Servant to multiple succubae?”

Taeyeon pondered the question. “Hmm, not to my knowledge. Tastes tend to vary wildly between succubae, so there aren’t usually many cases where two will want the same man as her Servant. I heard that there are diminishing returns on the physical benefits of being designated Servant of multiple succubae though; your physical body won’t improve as drastically as it did the first time, but your lifespan still increases by some amount, but not by as much. Maybe a couple hundred years.”

“Should we get started now?”

“Wait, Tiffany; how much do you know about the ritual?”

Tiffany huffed indignantly. “I can do it, you know. I did have a Servant in the past in my earlier days, but he didn’t last long.”

Taeyeon sighed. “Well, the ritual is all about attuning your bodies and life forces to each other, as well as implementing any physical modifications to the Servant. For a normal human, becoming a Servant isn’t an issue because their life force is untouched and therefore extremely malleable; however, with Seojun, it has already been attuned to mine, which will make it harder to also become attuned to yours.”

Tiffany’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion—but however confused Tiffany was, Seojun was even more so. ‘Life force’? ‘Attunement’? Maybe he should’ve asked more about it that one time Taeyeon mentioned it. “What? How?”

“Attuning two life forces is a process that involves adjusting and changing bits of Seojun’s life force to weave together with mine. That’s why attuning to someone else would be harder.” When Tiffany remained silent, no less confused, Taeyeon continued, “Imagine each of our life forces as a bundle of strings. One of the things the Servant ritual does is to tie these strings together; now, if Seojun wants to attune to you, he’ll have to untie some of those strings attached to me before he can tie some of his strings with you.”

“Oh, I see…”

“This process of untying the strings can have some serious strain on a human body, not even mentioning how Seojun’s body might physically alter again during the ritual. So, just in case, what we’ll have to do is train up your physical body. Luckily, I’m still your personal trainer, so I can give you all the private sessions you need.”

Hearing those words increased the intensity of his flush, while simultaneously hardening his growing erection.

Taeyeon, noticing this, grinned. “So, are you ready for another round?”

[the-plushie-friendships]

Roleplay session: @floofgryph

A tall woman with golden copper blonde hair and ruddy blue eyes was wandering through an open meadow in Scotland. She's mounted on her bluish-black unicorn steed with a lavender mane and tail, and golden eyes. The meadow is a luscious green with the gorgeous Scottish flowers. However, the sky has been affected by a volcanic winter, making the world around her seem eerie.

The woman has numerous freckles and a jarring scar of hers has its own horrid story to tell. Her cuirass depicts the Ellén Trechend and she has a gilt-brass gorget. Her pauldrons show a human-faced sun on the left and the right is designed like the head of a tarasque without the lower jaw. Her vambraces and greaves mimic serpentine scales, and her sabatons have four draconic claws. Her armour has managed to keep a clean, vibrant reddish-black hue with a blue-green sheen for many years despite it being slightly battle-worn.

She's carrying a blood-letting serpentine dagger, a two engrailed top shield, and a claymore of unknowable metal. Her shield depicts a one-horned dragon with a lance piercing its heart. Her 7 ft (213.36 cm) claymore has three closed eye-like markings in a vertical row above the hilt.

*Meanwhile, in her bedroom at an orphanage, Ames was playing with her life like plushies, unaware of the woman approaching the area*

[weirdqueenofadlen]

Roleplay session with @floofgryph

A tall woman with golden copper blonde hair and ruddy blue eyes was wandering through an open meadow. The meadow is a luscious green with the gorgeous wildflowers. She's all by herself, minding her own business and keeping a close eye out for danger.

The woman has numerous freckles and a jarring scar that has its own horrid story to tell. Her cuirass depicts the Ellén Trechend and she has a gilt-brass gorget. Her pauldrons show a human-faced sun on the left and the right is designed like the head of a tarasque without the lower jaw. Her vambraces and greaves mimic serpentine scales, and her sabatons have four draconic claws. Her armour has managed to keep a clean, vibrant reddish-black hue with a blue-green sheen for many years despite it being slightly battle-worn.

She's carrying a blood-letting serpentine dagger, a two engrailed top shield, and a claymore of unknowable metal. Her shield depicts a one-horned dragon with a lance piercing its heart. Her 7 ft (213.36 cm) claymore has three closed eye-like markings in a vertical row above the hilt.

*a human child approached her* Salutations, Miss! *she greeted her with a smile*

[samuel-azazel]

Roleplay session with @floofgryph

Samuel Azazel would find himself in a dense forest based in Scotland, hearing the dying breaths of monsters. After investigating what happened, he would find a beautiful knight with curly golden copper blonde hair, ruddy blue eyes, a freckled face, and a jarring facial scar. She's sitting against an oak tree, slightly panting from the fierce battle.

Her cuirass depicts the Ellén Trechend and she has a gilt-brass gorget. Her pauldrons show a human-faced sun on the left and the right is designed like the head of a tarasque without the lower jaw. Her vambraces and greaves mimic serpentine scales, and her sabatons have four draconic claws. Her armour has managed to keep a clean, vibrant reddish-black hue with a blue-green sheen for many years despite it being slightly battle-worn.

She's carrying a traveller's backpack, a blood-letting serpentine dagger, a two engrailed top shield, and a mysterious claymore. Her shield depicts a one-horned dragon with a lance piercing its heart. Her claymore that's larger than her has three closed eye-like markings in a vertical row above the hilt.

"hm. " He slowly gets closer

"What are you doing here."

[goat-guy-tm]

Out of all characters in mcd, I'd say the one that changed the most for my rewrote would have to be garroth. Name change that I gave him aside, there is a lot I did to him.

>hey so, writting this after I finished this post, idk how many words is in this but I think it's over 3k maybe, I spent three days writing this, it's so much longer than I expected, but um if you want a sudden deep dive and entire life story of my rewrite Garroth, HERE IT FUCKING IS!!

I will also let you know, because some ppl will probably be confused about it; Claire was a character in Jess's FNAF roleplay series, she was Aphmau's sister and I am SO UPSET that she was not carried into mys, albeit her and Aphmau had a strained yet still close relationship, she should have been there. So, I include her in ever rewrite I do, including my mys one. But yeah, when you see her mentioned that's why and who she is ♡

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Garroth was never happy in Ok'hasis. He never would have been. His whole life he stood there, staring at that damn statue.

A man, standing tall, clad in armor that made him seem so much bigger than he was. Sword, shethed into the stone beneath him, helmet in one hand, other rested on the hilt of the sword.

Esmund Ro'Meave.

Eveyone, Irene-damn everyone told him day in and day out that Garroth was his spitting image. His passion, his looks, his strength. When rumors of Divine Reincarnations murmured through Ru'aun, Garroth was put at the center of it. He was related to one by blood, he looked like him perfectly, so why wouldn't he be?

Garroth wanted nothing to do with that man. A self proclaimed hero, no matter the horrid things he did, the pain he left behind him to carve a path for the Divine in a world they weren't welcome. Were HE wasn't welcome.

Every day his father would drag him around the castle, day in day out, history lessons, fighting lessons, etiquette lessons, never a break.

That statue made him sick. Esmund, stood proud and tall in the court yard, one replica sitting in Ok'hasis's center. No where he went he was haunted by him. It was mocking him. HE was mocking him.

It took weeks of convincing, but eventually Jeffory had agreeded to help him do it, help him fake his death. The guard gained nothing from it. If anything he was putting his own life in more danger than he would ever know.

The first thing he did when he escaped was cut his hair. He couldn't stand it anymore. The bullshit Ok'hasian tradition of 'perfect' hair. His father's had been to the floor, his mother's close. The cute had been uneven, he had nicked himself a little, but the freedom he felt, the weight he felt lift from his chest when he gazed in the river, he nearly cried.

He ran. He knew the guard academy was always open to 'run aways'. Just give them a name and they'd let you in.

Garroth Ro'Meave didn't exist anymore.

Lucian Ciro was the newest trainee in the Ru'aunian Guard Academy.

The years passed like nothing. Finally he felt more than he had in so long. When he graduated, Lucian joined a band of travlers, acting as a guard for them for a while until they had been approached by an old woman one day. She had silver hair, and wore a purple headcovering.

She spoke with a wisdom Lucian only wished to ever know. She asked him for his services. To help her travel across Ru'aun as she was carrying a very important relic of sorts on her person and needed a personal guard.

It would have been dumb to say no, so of course Lucian joined her. The woman, Hyria quickly made her intentions known. She told him she knew who he was. The Lucian Ciro was never a Ru'aunian man, that Garroth Ro'Meave never died that day. Lucian had asked her what she intended to do with that information. She told him nothing, she had no reason to share it with anyone, but he deserved to know that someone understood, that someone knew his story.

After days on fhe road, Hyria told him she was a witch, a witch heavy beyond his years. That she had lived amongst the divine themselves. Lucian didn't believe her at first. She told him she had asked for him specifically to protect her through Ru'aun, that she knew he was meant to be someone important to Ru'aun history. That like her, his soul was closely tied to the Divine, yet not in the way he thought it was.

The Sacred Woods had scared him at first. Now a days Lucian could find his way through them blindfolded. Hyria had shown him the relic. That of Esmund the Divine King. She told him it was about that time. That the new reincarnation of Esmund come about.

A wave of relief had washed over Lucian in that moment. He wasn't that man, he wasn't what everyone egged him to be.

It was a clearing, Lucian would come to know this clearing well.

There were already some people there, gathered in some kind of semi circle.

A mountian of a man, long hair, body and face covered by a long cloak, wolf ears poking through the opening of it. A werewolf no doubt, Lucian had hear folk stories of them, but had never met on in the flesh, or, well, fur.

The man had two women with him, at least the first time Lucian had met them it was two, at some point it became three, he couldn't recall when it changed.

One was shorter, she had black hair and was dressed well. How he recalled many wives of lords dressed, but almost, more humble? There was something about her that was warm, and simple in the best ways.

Then there was the mifwa, with lavander hair and olive green eyes. She scared Lucian a little. She held herself quite strong, claws at the ready almost the whole time.

The third woman was a werewolf as well. She didn't seem too out of place, save for her starkingly contrasting clothing, all in blacks and reds.

He would learn this was Aaron Lucaine, decendent of Drae'lic (Shad), the Divine Destroyer, and the woman accompanying him were his wives.

There was a woman around Lucian's age. Her hair was like fire, billowing behind her even when it seemed there was no wind around them. Red eyes that stab right through him, but she smiled at him so nicely. Lucinda, Hyria's daughter, and a reincarnation of Menphina the Divine Protector.

An erie man who's hair and skin were white as snow, unnaturally so. Eyes a piercing green with large, purple and black horns sprouting from his head. His fingers were tipped with claws, his hands having a balck gradient to them, while his face was noteably covered by ever changing blobs of purple hued black staining. Travis Valkrum, decendent of Enki the Divine Keeper, and son to a demon. Apparently the man wanted little to do with the other's and the divine, but he had a ancestor to please.

And finally, a man who seemed, while not the tallest amongst all of them, something was off about how tall he was. Like he wasn't properly proportioned, his arms seemed to be too long, or maybe his torso. Half his body was covered in this large scaring that was completely black. Like a void. His eye on that side was burned shut, but it seemed like something below the eyelid was glowing. He was leaned against a tree, seemingly asleep somehow. Modzilla. A very, strange name for a man Lucian would think, but Hyria would simple joke that Modzilla was from very far away, a realm not of their own.

He would come to learn this ritual of sorts needed all the divine relics present, thus why those who possesed one had to be there.

Because of this, there became small treaties of peace between the people of Travis' group, Falcon Claw, the Witches of Ru'aun and what Modzilla refered to as 'Realm Hoppers'. Later, this treaty would extend to Phoenix Drop.

That night would change Lucian's life forever, in the best of ways. While Hyria infirmed him a divine could come from a relic at any age, for some reason Esmund's emerged as a baby, shocking almost all of those around the circle. Lucian was, astonished to say the least. Hyria told them she had assumptions as why the relic would chose to start from scratch, and to that Modzilla had simply scoffed out a laugh, Travis stating that Enki would find great amusment in this.

Lucian though, was stuck in amazment at the small child Hyria held. He had know of children born from magic, that it was something only very skilled witches were capable of, and those who wanted a magic born child had to pay a heafty amount for one. It was nearly a taboo, so of course this little one amazed him.

Hyria held him out, almost in offering, asking who wanted to take up the job of raising this one. Everyone was silent, looking down at the child nervously.

Aaron said they already had a child, but didn't want to be overwhelmed with a relic baby while trying to already raise a toddler.

Modzilla said he was busy with his research and own son, which Lucian would later learn was just a carbon clone of Modzilla.

Lucinda just laughed at her mother when Hyria, albeit jokingly, held the baby out to her.

Travis said it wouldn't be a great idea the raise another divine right in front of Enki himself. Unbeknownst to Lucian at the time, Enki in a way was still alive. Set in some kind of permenant stasis sleep on he Enki Warrior Tribe island, somewhere deep in the island and away from the usual common folk.

When Hyria sighed and was about to accept the idea of having to raise another little divine, Lucian spoke up, fumbling through his words but saying he could do it, or well, help. Hyria smiled at him, gebtly holding out the baby and handing it to him.

Lucian took him, unexperienced as he was, and looked down at the little one. He had a mop of these dull yet deep red curls, they already looked unruly.

He looked at Hyria, nervous but almost giddy in a way. He asked what the kid would be named and Hyria said he could name him whatever he wanted. Lucian asked if he wouldn't just be named Esmund, and Hyria laughed, asking if anyone in this circle was just named after their divine ancestor, and everyone seemed to take a humor to that.

Lucian thought for a moment, before nodding and looking down at the baby.

"Zenix. It was the name of a late friend of mine from the guard academy."

"Zenix, a nice name." Hyria said, taking a extra head covering from the bag Lucian wore, and wrapping the bab in it before handing him back to Lucian.

After that night, Lucian stuck with Hyria and Lucinda while they returned to the two's home just outside of Pikoro Village. He stayed there for a few years, slowly raising Zenix as he grew and acting as a guard for the two witches. In return, Hyria started teaching him magics. It started when Zenix, the rambunctious two year old he was, running around the cabin when he learned how to walk, had fallen over a table and got a good gnash on his leg from it. It started with simple healing magics, Hyria showing him how to on Zenix when the toddler got small injuries.

When Zenix was 7, Lucian decided it was time for them to leave. Lord Luke of Pikoro, on one of his many visits into the Sacred Forest, had informed them of a new town being established just across the coast of Bright Port that was looking for more prople, especially guards. Of course Hyria got defensive, asking her husband if he was trying to steal her guard from her, and Lord Luke joked that he would never, but he couldn't imagine Lucian was simply happy staying cooped in this cabin with a young child.

While he was upset to leave, Lucian promised both Zenix and Hyria that they would be back, they would visit when possible and Hyria would be more than welcome to visit them. Hyria told he'd have to come back at some point, since there was still one more relic to wake, and he would need to bring Zenix.

After their goodbyes, Lucian and Zenix set out for this little town. If he thought raising a 7 year old was tough, travling with one was worse. Lucian had done his fair share of travling, but Zenix made it more interesting, and stressful to say the least. Lucian had lost count of how many wild critters the child had picked up and begged his father to take with them.

Phoenix Drop was, small to say the least. Lord Malik welcomed them with open arms, and was even estatic when Lucian inquired about guard positions.

Years went by easy and calm for the most part. Lord Malik had announced his wife Matilda was pregnant and it was a whole celebration amongst the village.

The joy in the village was cut short only days later, as the village was attacked by a band of Shadow Knights. Lord Malik was slaughtered in the town center, Lady Matilda running away with the help of a few villagers by Lucian's orders.

While trying to calm and distribute the panicking villagers, a band of Shadow Knights had kidnapped Zenix, holding as some kind of ransome while demanding they be given Lady Matilda. When Lucian refused, the shadows killed Zenix, without a second thought. Lucian isn't proud of that night, but anyone who was there and saw what happened don't blame him.

All he had seen was red, and made a near massacre of the small army of Shadow Knights himself.

Lucian sat there, holding his son's body and he wept. He apologized, he prayed, he BEGGED, he did everything he could to plead with the powers abobe to bring his boy back. He was only 10, he was dreaming of joing the junior guard courses Dale had started. He told everyone in the village how he wanted to be jist like his dad.

The first time Lucian had ever been to the Nether was not a fun one. He had gone through a broken man, slaughtering and Shadow Knight that had stood in his path. He had heard some of them brag of how proud their lord was that they managed to snag a divine as a new sacrifices.

He searched that whole palace, leaving not a room unturned for his son. When he eventually found Zenix and a few other unlucky souls of those from Phoenix Drop who he couldn't have saved, he let them all out. He held Zenix the whole time, the young boy not letting his father go for a second.

Getting used to being Shadow Knights was, tough for Zenix and the others. Phoenix Drop became one of the only towns openly letting refugee Shadow Knights seek peace from the Nether.

When the time came to demolish Malik's house, it was a somber day. Lucian had Brendon and Dale assisting him, as Zenix was still recovering from his Nether-caused wounds. Breaking into the basement was not difficult, he had found a key burried by the roots of a young tree. What he found down there though astonished him.

Mailk's desk held a few journls and books, but next to it rested a perch of sorts, similar to the ones the falconry in Ok'hasis had, but atop the perch was not a falcon or owl, or any bird kept by anyone, but instead it was an elegant phoenix. Firey feathers emiting their own light, weakly chirping at Lucian as he approached it. He held his hand out nervously, and the bird rubbed against it. It was warm, but it didn't burn like Lucian thought it might. It was weak, no doubt from being stuck in a basement for weeks if not months at this point.

While it made little to no noise, it seemed to be talking to Lucian directly, a voice he couldn't describe speaking in his mind. It told him of it's agreement with Malik, asking where he was, which Lucian somberly informed the creature that he had been executed by a band of Shadow Knights. The bird said it made sense now why it was becoming weak. When one who made a pact with a phoenic, traversing to another realm breaks the pact, thus Malik's death and quick sacrifices into the Nether broke the tie the two had. The phoenix than began to basically beg Lucian to make one with it. Statong that without on the phoenix would not be able to stay in this realm, that it needed the anchor of a mortal to stay. Lucian asked what he would have to do in return for the phoenix, and the creatue told him that he simply needed to be a good man, to care for it and those around him and give it this tie to the realm.

The few years after the raid on Pjoenix Drop, Lucian stepped up from head guard to lord, quickly overachieving in his position and promise to the people of Phoenix Drop. Going to those anual lord councils was something else. Having to face his father for the first time in nearly 20 years almost made him sick. One the bright side, the man never seemed to recongnize him.

Meeting Laurence for the first time felt like a magical moment for him. His second year as lord, he met the man at the year's annual council. Being the Lord of Meteli's son, Laurence was invited to attend. When Lucian asked why he hadn't met him the year prior, Laurence said he simply hadn't wanted to come, but he was glad he did this year if he got to meet Lucian. Their relationship got pretty intense from there. While they only got to meet during lord meetings, they quickly took a liking to each other, sneaking away at times to be together. Not that it was forbidden or anything, but Laurence always said he'd be embarassed if his sister caught him messing around with the lord of another village. Plus it would start some rumors if others learned a lord's son was getting into it with another lord.

The summons from Hyria came just a few years later, Garroth was 31, Zenix was 15, and they were headed into the Sacred Forest with the special announcment that Irene's relic was finally ready. This was special to everyone. Irene was THE deal.

Everyone gave the same pleasantries, many of them fawning and cooing over the now teen Zenix as many had only seen him as a baby. Lily in particular, Aaron's first wife, took quite an adoration to him, giving him a long hug. Lucian cringed, knowing she had taken it quite rough when her own son had died.

The procedure happened just like Zenix's, yet, there was something strange about Irene's relic. The last time Lucian had seen it, it was albeit smaller than he had expected, but now it was fractured into three pieces. Hyria stated that that morning it had seemingly split on it's own, and she had no clue why.

When the relic formed into what they all assumed would be someone, it instead took three different forms, which shocked them all, more than a baby Zenix had.

All three of them were adults, yet one seemed older than the other two.

A woman with brown hair that looked almost greying with how dull it was, a shorter woman with jet black hair, and a man slightly taller than the second but shorter than the first with black hair as well but sporting a pair of wolf ears atop his head. All three wore these flowy white clothing, which Hyria would say was similar to what Irene would usually wear.

For a moment they all seemed unconscious, until they slowly woke up, dazed and confused by their sorroundings. Hyria walked up to the shorter woman, gently placing a headcovering around her hair and gingerly tieing it, muttering how Irene always seems to surprise her.

The shorter woman touched the cloth around her hair, seeming to accept it pretty easily. Hyria grimiced at the taller woman, saying sorry to her, that she didn't think there would be three of them and thus she didn't have another covering. The taller woman didn't seem to mind, but did nervously mess with her hair a little.

Hyria turned to the werewolf one, smiling at him, stating how he surprised her the most though.

The three nervously introduced themselves, already seeming to have names unlike Zenix. Hyria would later tell Lucian that it made sense since Zenix was a newborn, vs these three who were already fully grown adults.

The taller one was Claire, the werewolf was Ein and the shortest one was Aphmau, which Lucinda pointed out was a very strange name, which got her a jab in the side from her mother.

While Hyria thought of simply releasing them wherever they may please, the three instead decided on another divine to go with, at least for a small amount of time. Hyria told everyone the three would most likely not remember this, as none of the other divine did.

Claire opted with going with Travis, stating she didn't inted to stay with him long, she just felt in her heart that going to Gal'Ruk would help her get somewhere else she was meant to be.

Ein asked Aaron if he could tag along until they come across a dock, also saying he felt he needed to be somewhere else as well. Aaron and his wives reluctantly agreeded. Maybe Ein going with the only other werewolves was a good idea.

Aphmau though, seemed lost, looking at the other divine nervously. Her eyes lingered on Modzilla for a moment, but the man shook his head, glaring at her. So instead, Lucian cleared his throat and smiled at her. He offered for her to stay in Phoenix Drop for the time being, until she figured out what she wanted, or more so, needed to do.

Aphmau agreeded, and they all dispersed. Zenix took to talking her ear off almost immediately, saying it was nice to have another divine around, and saying how coold hid dad was and how much she would love Phoenix Drop.

In his bones, Lucian felt the phoenix flutter about. The voice in his head taking a happy tone to it, twlling him it was good to have Irene back. Under his breath, he whispered that Aphmau is not Irene, only part of what the goddess used to be in her mortal days. The phoenix didn't seem to care, just happy to have it's first mortal somewhat back.

Lucian felt that the next stage of his life would be interesting, and by hell would he be correct.

[onyxgabriel]

Knightly Discipline: DDD

[coffin dance]

Jaune, Winter, and Glynda sat patiently in a Bullhead headed to Vale. Jaune sat in between the two women with a very nervous look on his face.

Said women kept on giving him hungry glances a few times, even going far as to touch his thighs. He swore he heard them moan when they did, albeit quietly.

They have an entire hotel and a week all to themselves and these three are going to use it, even if the hotel has to be quarantined afterward...

They had to make excuses of course. For Jaune, it was a family emergency, for Winter, it was because she was being called back to Atlas by Ironwood, and for Glynda, she threatened Ozpin to get a week-worth of a vacation.

Oddly enough, all of them left at the same time on the same Bullhead headed to Vale...

When the Bullhead landed, they took a taxi to the hotel. When they got to their destination, Jaune knew his time was up, this is where he will die a death that will make every man jealous of him...

Glynda and Winter grabbed him by the arms and ran inside to get a room.

Day 1...

Glynda eagerly bounced on Jaune's dick making her entire body jiggle enticingly. She moaned happily and finally felt relief and pleasure after waiting an entire month.

Winter sat on Jaune's face grinding her clean-shaven cunt against his mouth. She gripped his hair tightly, making Jaune cringe from the pain.

Jaune thought that this was just the beginning...

Day 2...

Winter: Moo-oooo-ooo~!

Winter moo'd like a cow. She was wearing a cow-print bikini with a cow horn headband and a cow tail buttplug.

She was getting railed doggy style with her breasts flopping back and forth with milk leaking out. She took special meds, courtesy of her SDC connections to make her lactate without getting pregnant. Perfect for this roleplay.

Jaune grunted as he held onto Winter's wide hips, and gave her ass a meaty spank, leaving a red handprint on her ass. He also fiddled with buttplug.

Glynda embraced Jaune from behind, kissing his ear and neck and teasing his nipples. She was wearing a skimpy cowgirl costume, with a hat, a shirt tied across her large chest like a bra, and jean short shorts. Emphasis on 'short.'

Glynda: That's right cowboy, teach that cow her place~

And Jaune did just that. Giving a couple more thrusts, he hilts himself inside of Winter and hosed her insides with his cum.

Winter: MOOOOOOOOOOOOO-RE~!

Day 3...

Glynda and Winter gave Jaune a double paizuri, wearing skimpy maid costumes. Occasionally giving the tip a brief lick and a suck.

Jaune gripped the bedsheets tightly and let out a moan. They'd been going at for five minutes now, and he was getting close.

Feeling his dick twitch between their breasts, they moved faster.

Glynda: Go ahead master~ Paint your servants with your seed~

Winter: Cum cum cum cum~!

Jaune threw his head back and came like a geyser. Showering the two women in cum.

Winter gluttonously devoured her cum from her chest. She was the submissive and cum hungry of the two.

Glynda licked some cum off her fingers and moaned.

Glynda: Thank you for the meal master~!

She was tackled on the ground by Winter and the two made out, they moaned. Winter tried to steal some cum but Glynda wouldn't allow that.

Jaune watched the two make out hotly and soon grew hard again. HE approached the two women. Once he got their attention he stroked his shaft in front of them.

Jaune: Get on all fours. Now.

Glynda and Winter shuddered in delight. The two immediately got into position.

Glynda/Winter: Yes master~!/Yes daddy~!

Jaune and Glynda looked at Winter in confusion. Winter was equally confused.

Winter: What?

Day 4...

The three were in the hotel's sauna.

Jaune and Glynda made out lovingly while Jaune has his arm around her and groping her large breast.

They stopped when they heard someone clear their throat.

It was Winter pouting cutely, in Jaune's opinion, she was sitting on Jaune's other side.

Jaune chuckled at her and brought her in for a kiss. Winter sighed as she grew lost in the exchange. Jaune went further by slipping two fingers into her pussy, making her moan in the kiss. Her walls clamped down on his fingers.

The three of them made out as they relaxed.

Day 5...

Jaune held Glynda by her thighs and spread them apart while he sat down on a couch and hammered her from behind. Glynda reached her arms to hold his head so they could wrestle their tongues.

Winter kneeled in front of them and licked Jaune's shaft and Glynda's clit. She started touching herself as well.

Day 6...

Winter's tongue lolled out as she was getting railed by both Jaune and Glynda with a strap-on. She made out with Jaune while Glynda bit on her neck.

They went on for four more hours...

Day 7...

Jaune was tied to a chair while Winter, wearing a dominatrix outfit, rode him roughly. He also had a cock ring on him preventing his release. He was forced to motorboat Winter's chest.

Glynda: Winter, when you're done it's my turn~!

Jaune managed to get a look at Glynda. She was also wearing a dominatrix outfit. To Jaune's dread, she also has a strap-on on her.

Jaune: 'OH NOOOOOOO!'

After the week...

Jaune: looks like a dried-up raisin Hey guys...

Pyrrha: concerned What happened to you Jaune?

Jaune: Sisters were a handful. Imma go lie down now and sleep.

Pyrrha was suspicious, but she didn't press further. It was odd that he came back from his family emergency along with Professor Goodwitch AND Specialist Schnee at the same time.

Speaking of the two women, they were lounging in Glynda's office feeling much happier than before, which creeped everyone out.

Pyrrha: 'I'll get to the bottom of this!'

Uh oh, Pyrrha's getting suspicious~ Where will things go from here~?

Also Merry Christmas Everyone! Consider this my gift to you all! Also, I think I'm gonna get banned because of this...

Hehehe Yeah~!

[aura-acolyte]

On-Screen Event: The Ball

This is an On-Screen Event. That means that anybody who wants to claim to have been at the ball can do so. However, do not reply to this post with roleplay (feel free to reblog it, though).

Mare sat in a chair in front of a ballroom full of people. She couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. For one, she didn’t like being in front of this many people. For another, she couldn’t shake the feeling something bad was gonna happen. That second thing was probably just paranoia, though. Her therapist told her that because she’d gone through so much she expected something to undermine any bit of happiness she got.

Queen Ilene approached Mare holding a sword. Mare was pretty sure she wasn’t an actual queen, she doubted she had any more claim to Kanto than the Normansons had to Hoenn. But hey, Mare was about to receive an equally empty title so who was she to judge.

This is the sword of the guardian that once belonged to the great Sir Aaron.” Queen Ilene declared. “According to our tradition, the winner of the Pokémon Tournament is named the Aura Guardian for the year, and is presented with this sword. On behalf of my kingdom, Marie-”

“Mare.” Mare snapped. Nobody used her real name.

“Right, Mare.” Queen Ilene corrected herself. “On behalf of my kingdom, its yours.”

She handed the sword to Mare who took it gratefully. The crowd cheered. Once they quieted down the Queen turned to the crowd.

“Now, we'll begin the grand ball, honoring Sir Aaron, and our new guardian.” She announced. “Please enjoy yourselves, everyone.”

----

Several hours later, Mare was bored. So far it seemed the title of Aura Guardian was not all it was cracked up to be. While she knew the title was really just honorary, she hadn’t expected that she’d be forced to sit in an uncomfortable chair through the entire ball. While she wasn’t exactly great at dancing she had been hoping to get at least a short dance in with Zinnia.

“Sit up straight.” Jenny, the Queen’s attendant, chastised her.

Mare sighed and did as she was told. She tapped her foot impatiently. Guardian she couldn't wait until this was over. Ah well, at least she’d be getting a cash prize. And she got to hold Sir Aaron’s actual sword.

She looked over the blade for probably the third or fourth time that night, admiring its craftsmanship. She had seen it before, but that was a spectral copy while this was the real deal. 

It was forged with Damascus Steel, though Mare wouldn’t know that. She just thought the pattern was cool. At the end of the hilt was a blue gem that almost seemed to glow. Oddly, Mare could sense an Aura within. While it made sense that a sword that once belonged to an Aura Guardian would contain a bit of Aura Power this seemed… very bright. When she closed her eyes the gem lit up bright the same way a Lucario did.

“Why did you betray me?” A voice said from within.

Before Mare could contemplate this any further Queen Ilene raised her hand, signaling to everyone in the ballroom that it was time to stop dancing.

“We will now pay one last tribute to Sir Aaron.” She announced. “Our new guardian will give the signal to start the fireworks.” She looked at Mare.  “Assume the pose of a guardian.”

Mare wasn’t entirely sure what that meant but she figured she’d give it the old college try, even though she never actually made it past middle school. She assumed her most guardian-y pose, raising her sword in the air, unknowingly mimicking the portrait of Sir Aaron behind her. This seemed to be the right move as fireworks began to go off, astonishing the crowd. It was a pretty impressive fireworks show.

“I believed in you.” It was that voice again. “Trusted you.”

The sword began to shake. Glowing blue Aura, visible to everybody, began to emulate from the gem at the base of the hilt. It worked its way up the sword until it coalesced at the tip of the blade and shot out in a beam, not unlike a Pokeball. The beam piled onto the floor, so to speak, and took the form of… a Lucario?

[memento-morri-writes]

so, it's not work on my WIPs, but I wrote my d&d character's (Rook's) backstory the way I imagine him telling it to the party. And wow, somehow it hurts 20x times more this way. Can't wait to roleplay this scene next week!!

Have an excerpt of my favorite part.

TW for drugging/selling a person + violence in the screenshot below.

ouch

transcript under the cut. TW for drugging and selling of a person, plus violence.

[he pauses, taking a deep breath]

“A few months later, we were all ashore for a couple nights. In Bon Largo, actually. Some of the crew invited me to a tavern for a drink. They bought me a few rounds. Told me to consider it something of a late birthday gift.” [he shakes his head] “Next thing I remember is waking up on a cot in a tiny storage room with a pounding headache and chains around my wrists.” [he swallows hard] “I could tell I was at sea from the rocking, but I sure as hell wasn’t on the Tide Breaker. I banged on the door, yelling my head off, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. All I got for my trouble was a knock upside the head.

“A while later, they hauled me up on deck. We were in the middle of the ocean, miles from anywhere I knew. A woman came over, dressed in the finest captain’s attire I’d ever seen. Introduced herself as Captain Kora Wolf, and started talking. Gloating at me, really. Told me I was on the Sea Snake. That I belonged to her now.” [he scowls, looking up at the rest of the party.] “Those bastards sold me. Slipped something in my drink, tied me up like an animal and sold me.”

[he slumps back, seemingly defeated. His voice is quieter as he continues.]

“I was on that ship for a little over two years. Never set so much as a foot on land the whole time. Spent a fair bit of it in that storage room, too.” [he sighs] “I plotted and planned for months before I was able to escape. Had a few false starts, and got a handful of new scars for my efforts.

“Finally I saw my chance. Most of the crew, including the Captain, [he spits that word like it’s a curse] was on shore. I got out of my cell and made my way up on the deck. Had to knock out a handful of crew to even make it that far.“I knew she had my rapier, since she’d shoved it in my face a few times, and I refused to leave without it. Picked the lock on her cabin door and slipped inside. Thank the gods she hadn’t taken it with her.” [he’s clutching the hilt of the rapier tightly in his lap]

[bunnidarling]

Beautiful commission by @evaporatingvoid Except from Chapter 3: "Barn Full of Goblins"

“Hah! As little killing as possible? And how exactly do you take care of your goblin problems? Ask them politely to leave?” It wasn’t Grimm’s typical style to speak with such sarcasm, but he couldn’t help himself. Really, how else did you deal with a ‘barn full of goblins’? Besides, a little senseless slaughter would feel pretty good about now and allow him to blow off some steam. Maybe desiring a wife and children didn’t mean Claude was uninterested in something casual, Grimm told himself. Maybe he jumped to a hasty and incorrect conclusion. When Claude looked up to him and started speaking he hardly registered what the man was saying as he imagined crushing his body against the barn’s wall and smothering him in sloppy heated kisses while he ground his thigh between the tiefling’s legs. 

“Mr. Grimm? Grimm!” Claude’s voice shook him from his reverie. “You know,” Claude continued as the two men approached the barn, where a hell of a ruckus could be heard from a hundred yards away. “Goblins are sentient creatures, after all. People, even. We can’t just… slay them. Not until we see what, eh, level of goblin they’re at. So if you want to start rampaging you’ll have to do it yourself, and I’m pretty sure you’ll have to mop up the mess yourself, too.” It sounded as if a party was in full swing as they approached the massive barn door.

“Your way or my way? It’s up to you,” Claude stated, making a little gesture for his companion to make a choice and lead the way. 

“Hmph.” Grimm sheathed his sword to his back and made an overly exaggerated bowing gesture towards the barn. “Your way. If they aren’t convinced, then mine.” He was fairly certain most goblins were at the level of not being reasoned with, but Claude had a point. Maybe he could appeal to them and find success with words; he was clever with them, after all. “After you.”

Claude entered the barn, his every sense violated by a cacophony of stench, noise, and unsavory visuals: screaming, fighting, drinking, probably fucking, chasing pigs and chickens around intricate mazes built out of hay stacks, barrels, and anything else the goblins had been able to get their hands on. There were about fifty goblins total, and it was impossible as of yet to say how many of them were armed. Likely the whole lot of them. 

At first, no one paid heed to the two men as they entered. It was not until after Claude clanged the hilt of his halberd hard against a metallic water tub that anyone took notice of them. For a moment, nothing happened.   A few goblins then turned their heads towards the duo, and eventually, all of them were staring in their direction. 

“The fuck?” A large female goblin yelled, presumably one of particular influence. “What gives!?” 

“You’re in a place you well shouldn’t be”, Claude declared simply, not mincing words with this sophisticated bunch. 

“Yeah? We just found it and it’s great!” She hollered, followed by a cheer from her peers. 

“Certainly. But it’s not yours, and now that we’re here you have to leave. And as we aren’t really interested in negotiating, you can either leave now or have us drive you out with force. Of course, if the place gets trashed beyond repair, it’d be easier for us to just set it on fire with you in it. We desire to have goblins on our land far less than we care for this barn and what’s in it. 

Grimm folded his arms across his chest making himself appear imposing. However, he was clearly impressed by how Claude took charge of the situation, as well as by his creative threat. He surveyed the barn, noting that were the goblins to be locked in, it would prove hard for them to escape. The windows were really high up, making a fall likely to break legs or worse. 

Claude had half expected the intruders to break into a crazy fit of laughter, so he was surprised to see the leader's eyes narrow into mere slits as she spat on the ground in defiance. “Very clever, pretty boy.” She snarled, “‘Ow ‘bout a good ol’ duel ta settle da’ deal?” She snapped her fingers and out from a stack of hay rolled an ogre; drunk, but massive and holding a hammer that appeared to be made from a boulder in one hand and a grown squealing sow in the other. “If my friend ‘ere stands, y’all get ya posh asses outta our barn! If ‘e falls, we leave.” 

Claude stared at the ogre, swallowed dryly, gripped his weapon tighter, and took a step forward as the goblins poured in, forming a circle around the center of the barn. “Not you, ya daft asshole,” the goblin leader screeched. “Yer boyfriend !” 

[meme-crusader-rps]

Roleplay session with @floofgryph

A tall woman with golden copper blonde hair and ruddy blue eyes was wandering through an open meadow. She's all alone, keeping a very keen eye for potential threats. The meadow is a luscious green with the gorgeous wildflowers.

The woman has numerous freckles and a jarring scar of hers has its own horrid story to tell. Her cuirass depicts the Ellén Trechend and she has a gilt-brass gorget. Her pauldrons show a human-faced sun on the left and the right is designed like the head of a tarasque without the lower jaw. Her vambraces and greaves mimic serpentine scales, and her sabatons have four draconic claws. Her armour has managed to keep a clean, vibrant reddish-black hue with a blue-green sheen for many years despite it being slightly battle-worn.

She's carrying a blood-letting serpentine dagger, a two engrailed top shield, and a claymore of unknowable metal. Her shield depicts a one-horned dragon with a lance piercing its heart. Her 7 ft (213.36 cm) claymore has three closed eye-like markings in a vertical row above the hilt.

Crusader materializes beside her, his chain, plate, and scale armor freshly polished and its holy markings glowing despite the thousands of battles.

Beneath the surface of his helmet lies his shadowy face with brightly glowing green eyes.

Hail. I mean no harm.

[lumendelmari]

The Cult of the Gol’Goroth

Chapter Nine

Many Partings

Part Two

16 Elient (The Fading) 1484 DR / Day 8 

Central Neverwinter Wood

The noise of the arcane explosion roused Varan, Krom, and Arlathan from their sleep. They were on their feet in an instant, weapons drawn and their eyes scanning the darkness for threats. It took only a few minutes for them to locate the source of the disturbance—the swirling portal within the blackened tree and Zelyra’s crumpled form lying motionless on the forest floor a few yards from it.

“Zelyra!” Varan shouted, rushing to her side with speed that belied his usual composure. The ranger dropped to his knees beside her, his heart pounding as he checked for signs of life.

Arlathan knelt beside him, her hands glowing with the soft light of a healing spell. “Hold on, Zelyra,” she murmured. But as the light faded, Zelyra remained still, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow and uneven.

“It’s not working,” Arlathan said. “Why isn’t it working?”

Krom stood a few paces away, his massive form silhouetted against the glowing portal. His grip tightened on the hilt of his warhammer as he cast a suspicious look at the swirling energy. “What in the Nine Hells is that thing?” he asked.

Varan ignored the half-giant’s question. He leaned down, pressing his ear to the druid’s chest, listening for her heartbeat. It was there, faint but steady, a small reassurance that she was still alive. “She’s breathing at least,” the ranger said. “But if magic can’t wake her…”

“Then all we can do is wait,” Arlathan said.

“I hate waiting,” Krom grumbled.

“Don’t we all,” Varan muttered.

And so, they waited, tense and anxious, as the minutes ticked by. The portal continued to hum ominously in the background. Every now and then, Varan would glance up at it, his eyes narrowing with suspicion and unease.

. . .

To read more, click the link above :D

[empathydm]

Sherlock Story Chapter 12

Help me roleplay Sherlock Holmes in this collaborative story adventure. Last text: As Watson, Lestrade, and Eleanora followed Holmes down the descending staircase, they could feel the weight of their convictions pressing upon them. The air grew thin and stale, heavy with the scent of foreboding as they pushed deeper into the abyss. Step by step, they descended into the heart of darkness, their resolve unwavering despite the uncertainty of what lay ahead. As they reached the bottom of the staircase, the chamber that greeted them was a sight of true horror. Shadows danced and contorted, twisting along the walls like spectral phantoms. The air grew colder, permeated with a palpable malevolence that clung to their skin. They had crossed the threshold into a realm where monstrous abominations truly thrived. Holmes clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the dreadful scene before him. "These twisted creatures,” he murmured, his voice edged with a deep resolve, "they are the result of the unholy machinations of the Illustrious Order. We cannot falter. We must forge ahead and uncover their ultimate purpose." Watson, his face a mask of grim determination, drew his revolver from his holster. "We stand united against this darkness," he declared, his voice ringing with fierce resolve. "We fight for the innocent lives that have been taken or irreversibly changed by the Order's abominations. We shall not rest until justice is served." Lestrade, though fear filled his eyes, clutched his truncheon firmly. "Trust in our cause and the power that lies within each of us." His voice was steady, surpassing the trepidation roiling within him. "Together, we are an indomitable force, capable of vanquishing even the deepest abyss." Eleanora tightened her grip on the hilt of her hidden blade, her gaze resolute. "We cannot undo the darkness that has been unleashed," she admitted, her voice tinged with regret. "But together, we can still change the outcome. The struggle may be arduous, but our resolve remains unshaken." With their collective will, they faced the writhing horrors that advanced towards them. Their footsteps echoed in concert with their hearts, resolute in their belief not only in themselves but in the power of truth to triumph over desolation. Together, they fought, seamlessly finding their respective roles within the chaos. Holmes moved with swift precision, analyzing his opponents' movements, exploiting weaknesses, and striking strategic blows with surgical precision. Watson unleashed volley after volley of gunfire, his aim unerring as he sought to neutralize those who threatened their progress. Lestrade fought valiantly, his truncheon striking true as he protected his allies with a fierce determination. Eleanora danced through the fray, her agile movements accompanied by the flash of her blade as she thwarted her enemies' advances. Through their unity and strength, they swiftly gained ground, felling one abomination after another until the last semblance of darkness was vanquished. The chamber fell silent, except for the harsh panting of their breath and the sound of their hearts thudding in their ears. As they paused to catch their breath, Eleanora's voice cut through the lingering silence. "Remember this victory," she cautioned, her eyes flickering with encumbered knowledge. "Darkness may perish, but it never fully dies. Our fight is far from over." Holmes met her gaze, an understanding passing between them. "The Illustrious Order may have been dealt a blow today, but we must find their leader," he declared with unwavering determination. "Only then can we uncover their true intentions and dismantle their wicked designs." Nodding in agreement, the group prepared to press on. The path forward was still perilous, fraught with unforeseen dangers and unseen truths that lurked at every turn. However, the bond forged between Holmes, Watson, Lestrade, and Eleanora served as a beacon of hope, bolstering their spirits as they embarked further into the darkness with firm resolve. Through the labyrinthine corridors, they trekked, remaining steadfast in their pursuit of the truth. Powerless onslaughts would come, challenges relentless, but they held strong. For the heart of darkness had met its match in their unwavering alliance. Together, they would triumph or be consumed—unyielding in their purpose to bring forth the light. How should the story continue? Please vote by liking the following posts: Option 1: "The darkness beckons. Unveil truth." Option 2: Into darkness they press. #UnmaskingOrder #TriumphOfLight Option 3: Embrace the darkness. Full text for each option in following posts. The votes are counted every 6 hours. #Sherlock #rpg #fanfic.

[inrhyl]

So we had D&d tonight. I play a half elf paladin who didn't have his shield or gear. The Mission was to escape an evil guy mansion. We already collected what we needed plus saved someone. However this accidentally happen...

I was disguised as a guard and a maid bumped into me and pit pocketed me while I was carrying my injured friend. I didn't know what was taken but I called out and ordered her to stop. She did not, I passed my friend to another guard (a real one) nearby as I called out to the maid asking her to stop one last time. She gave me an excuse and then she fled. I chased her down the stairs, down a corridor. I cast command: grovel. She was prone. I hit her with the hilt of my sword with intent to kill and then a guard behind me caught up and hit her aswell.

She changed form into a evil looking lady. Then again but just her lower half turned into a spider. An attempt to flee on the ceiling knowing I only had a sword. I used vicious mockery and chased her I had just caught up to her again when another vampire appeared directly behind me. He bit me, still I disengaged and continue after her. I would not let her go but I knew it wouldn't go my way.

I attacked and even threw in a smite. I was out of spell slots and and she bite me several times and still knowing it hopeless chased her out into the garden with pond. She hopped the stone wall and I followed. She told me 'Your comming with me' however she was unable to catch me and I could no long follow as I'd be leaving my friends and survivor behind. I doubled back to pick up my friend and hope to find the rest of the group.

There is more but I figured that's long enough.

I am getting slightly better at roleplay. I have definitely learned how to get around while in plane sight often talking my way out of thing but I'm still new (or slow), I'm also not fully used to some combat options and may forget to use them. I apologize for the way I wrote this. I have difficulty with this Dyslexia and was in a hurry to knock the facts out for dnd notes.

[gaykarstaagforever]

My cousin went to thst Disney Star Wars Galaxy's Edge (I don't think it was the hotel roleplay thing) and got one of those $250 lightsabers. Then she passed out at the Halloween party and had to be driven home and it was left behind, so I got to play with it for awhile. Here are my thoughts:

It is heavy and has a speaker in it, so it immediately feels worth the price.

The blade is bright and the sounds respond to movement pretty well, so that's good. But it is a lightsaber with a permanently extended blade, and while I appreciate why...kind of ruins the magic. At least a cheap plastic one can retract.

You can't really play with it because you worry you might break it the whole time. It seems fairly tough but I wouldn't dare play fight with it or anything.

If this simulates the real weight and thickness of a "real" lightsaber, then those are basically lumpy baseball bats and I don't know why anyone would use one. I'm no sword expert but I am a nerd, so I have toyed with real and practice swords. And compared to them, this lightsaber is too goddamn heavy and awkward to hold. Especially if it has a laser blade - the chances of fumbling it and mutilating yourself wouldn't be worth the risk. Maybe this is why it is only a Jedi weapon? You have to train from the age of 4 and have Force powers to get it to work properly? But that seems another mark against. Especially in a world where everyone else has guns and grenades and orbital plasma cannons. Maybe the weight thing is not supposed to be true to a "real" lightsaber. They wouldn't have speakers in them, after all.

Great now I'm obsessed with the idea that all the whooshing sounds lightsabers make are coming from speakers in the hilts.

[oogaboogasphincter]

Kinktober Day 7

💜my kinktober masterlist

pairing: agent whiskey x f!reader

prompt: roleplay🤎object insertion🤎stripping/striptease (prompt list by @the-purity-pen)

rating: E (explicit) 18+ only!

word count: 1300+

warnings: masturbation w a sex toy (f), one (1) gag, dirty talk, idk how else to describe it but jack fucks you w the toy skjdkskd, reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

author’s note: this is stupid but i had so much fun writing it 💀 also sorry that i changed the prompt last minute, i just wasn’t working well w the one i originally chose so i decided to go in a different direction.

gif by @din-djarn​

You’re fidgeting on the couch, trying to find a solution to your problem: you’re horny as all hell. Jack had been super busy at work this week, staying in the office for long hours, yet still had enough energy to satiate your desires when he came home. You had voiced your guilt to him, thinking that he was overexerting himself for your pleasure alone, but he reassured you that he was getting just as much, if not more, in return as he was giving.

Finding relief with your fingers earlier in the week, they just didn’t seem like they would do the trick this time. Insatiability aiding your greed, you rack your brain for what could extinguish your fiery arousal.

Jack had set aside some rope from the stables with the intention of tying you or himself up during a romp. The friction of the rough coils could heighten your stimulation.....

Eh, that’s not it. He had some belts and ties tucked away in his closet, their intended purpose the same as the rope. 

That doesn’t sound right either. You need something bigger, thicker. Something that will rut tight against your walls, that will reach such depths it will feel like it’s playing with your intestines. Then, a memory passes through your mind, and you reach out just in time to grab it. It has you rushing up the stairs to your bedroom to see if it’s too good to be true.

This past Valentine’s Day, Jack had gotten you a dildo. It was half meant as a wicked joke, half meant for serious usage. Royal blue, with silver flecks of sparkles seen through the transparent silicone, you didn’t know if Jack had picked the colors on purpose. They matched his Statesman snowsuit, his denim attire; hell, his damn helicopter was named Silver Pony. It was just so Jack that the colors made you unironically wet. After teasing that he couldn’t make you cum harder than the sex toy (which you were swiftly proven wrong), it had been shoved to the back of your underwear drawer, long forgotten. 

Frantic hands throw silk thongs and cotton boyshorts to the sides of your underwear drawer now, widened pupils scanning the scene for a sign, any sign, of the translucent phallus. You’re about to give up and call it a lost cause when the round of a fake testicle catches your attention. The absurdity of the object makes you laugh out loud, as it did when you tore the wrapping off of it in front of Jack’s expectant eyes months ago. Enveloped in a cliche, hot pink mesh lingerie set you wore on the lustful holiday, you unravel the bundle to reveal the desired item. 

Tossing it onto the bed with a bounce, you strip your clothes off and let them fall to the floor, overly excited to bury the cock to the hilt inside of your soaked pussy. You get on all fours, grasping the dick in one hand, when you decide to have some extra fun with it. You conclude that you’re fucking yourself with a fake cock, might as well throw all insecurity and embarrassment out the fucking window and do what you want. So you bring it to your face and suck on it, swirling your tongue around its girth as if it were Jack’s. The absence of his distinct taste and feel is a downer, but it doesn’t make you engulf the dildo with any less passion. Satisfied with how much you’ve wet the semi-floppy thing, you reach your arm behind you and stuff it into your drenched core. 

You let your moans slip out without hesitation, although they sound a little jarring in the otherwise dead silent house. In an effort to add some sound to the atmosphere - and to push you to your climax - you put on a mental record of Jack’s pants, grunts and whimpers. You imagine his strong hands bruising your hips, abs working hard to thrust his groin into yours, his eyes lust-blown and boring into yours as he makes you watch him fuck you from behind with a hand holding your jaw. Two deep thrusts later and you’re contracting around the sparkly cock, screaming out Jack’s name and coating the silicone with slick. You slightly overstimulate yourself by shallowly pushing the cock in and out of you in rapid succession. A whine gargles from your throat at the same time the door opens downstairs. 

Jack calls out your name into the empty ground floor. From his tone of voice, you can tell that he’s planning on stripping you down the second he lays his eyes on you and ravaging you until you can’t take anymore. Little does he know you’ve gotten a head start.

“Up here, Jack!”

Agonizingly slow, you back your hips up into your hand, massaging your fluttering walls with the dildo. You look behind you when you hear his booted footsteps stop, finding him leaning against the doorframe. Umber eyes sparkling, eyebrow raised and slack jaw pulling up into a smile, he greets you, “Why, hello, gorgeous.”

Giggling as he walks around the bed, you continue your activities, pleasing to his attentive stare. He questions while unbuttoning his shirt, slacking down his jeans, “Whatcha doin’, pretty girl?” 

Suddenly growing shy, you bite your lip and blush magenta, “Nothin’.”

He cocks his head to the side, “You sure? ‘Cuz I think this is quite a somethin’.”

Now bare of clothes, he kneels on the bed and plants kisses down your side, starting at your ribcage and traveling downward to your ass, a slip of his tongue wetting you here and there. He peers at your backside up in the air, humming admiringly at the patient, steady way you’re fucking yourself. He wraps his hand around yours, “Lemme see this thing.”

Exiting your body in an easy slide, you whimper at the loss of the dildo. Jack flips you over onto your back, his free hand reaching up to caress your breast, as he examines the toy, “You’ve already cum on this, haven’t you?”

With a flutter of your eyelashes, you shrug, “Maybe.”

Jack brings the phallus to his face and puts it in his mouth, savoring the taste with a dart of his tongue across the edge of his mustache when he pulls it out, “Yup, that would be the sweet, sweet flavor of my babygirl’s cum.”

The aroused heat in your cheeks extends to the tips of your ears as he twirls the toy in his hand.

“This was supposed to be a gag gift.”

“But now I want you to gag on it, honey pie.”

Your head tips back and your jaw hangs open, and Jack eases the toy past your lips, down your tongue and into your throat. He has to pull back and thrust the toy down your throat again in order for you to give him what he wants: a wet, aroused gag. He retracts it from your mouth and catches a string of spit connecting your lips to the toy in a searing kiss.

“Open up those legs for me.”

You spread your thighs as far as you comfortably can, practically itching for him to fuck you with the dildo. He wastes no time in sinking it into your hot center, pushing slow yet deep at first. One of your hands molds itself to the back of his neck while the other grips his knuckles tight, following along with his movements. Slick squeezing out between your folds and the girth of the dildo, you and Jack both watch intently, transfixed by the graphically alluring image in front of you. Your hand curls over his, encouraging him to go faster, the precipice of your orgasm seconds away. As soon as he takes your direction, you cum. Hard. His name, a slew of curses and begs for him to keep going come tumbling out of your mouth, but you’re shut up when he retracts the dick. 

Jack settles on his knees between your open, trembling thighs, lining himself up with your entrance, “Now let me claim what’s rightfully mine, and not some rubber cock’s.”

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