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Name: Claire Brighthoof Age: 21 Occupation: Guildmaster Outsider of Worship: None Residency: On the edge of the northeastern Great Forest, a day's ride north of Olfrons Bio: A bright-eyed and cheery Centaur girl, who's restless optimism and neverending positivity is a shining beacon in the darkness. She came to own the Prancing Mare Adventurer's Guild after her father passed away, taking over the old tavern and rebranding as a hotspot for adventurers, sellswords, and mercenaries alike to rest and find work. Protected by the first in which her people lived, Claire generally grew up with little hardship from the ongoing power struggle of the Outsiders over the lands. For some unknown reason, Claire has not taken an Outsider patron, and remains independent, though seems to happily entertain those who come to try to convince her to join a convent of worship, with the same result every time. The Centaur remains an outstanding Ranger, known to be one of the best from her clan, despite her very young age. The adventurer's guild she runs continues to be incredibly (un)successful, and the tavern building often goes nearly empty on the day-to-day, despite Claire's best efforts to market and recruit. Kinks: Breeding (G/R), creampies (G/R), threesomes/multiple partners, pseudo-feral (Centaur) (G), Oral (G/R), Vaginal (G/R), Anal (G/R), Excessive cum/precum, belly bulging, cervix penetration, size difference, magic, Aftercare/affection, Musk Limits: Bathroom/"gross" kinks, Abuse/Violence/Death, Vore, Footplay, Cheating, Prolapse, Macro/Extreme sizes, Rape Reference and Description: Claire stands at 5 foot 6 inches (which is quite short for a Centaur), and weighs about 300 pounds. Her hair is very short, and both her hair and coat are colored a mild auburn brown. Claire maintains a prominent scar on her forehead in between her bright pink eyes. Claire is an anomaly, in that she heralds both male and female genitalia at the rear. Her favourite colour is red, and often is found adorned in red or green clothing. Stats: Level 10 Str - 16 Dex - 16 Con - 19 Int - 7 Wis - 9 Char - 10 Skills: Perception, Nature, Survival Weapon Mastery: Longbow, Shortbow When hitting an enemy with a Longbow, Claire reduces their speed by 10 feet until her next turn. When hitting an enemy with a Shortbow, Claire has rolling advantage for next attack. +2 to rolling for ranged attacks. Opportunity attacks have disadvantage. Horde Breaker: Once per battle, Claire can use her same attack again against another creature. Languages: Elvis, Dwarfish, Common

Patches A Outsiders Power-source Creating a Pantheon The Turf Holy war The Class of a Paladin

alot of these questions im not sure myself, as im not sure what the original owners intention and motives where so im just going to make judgement calls for these questions. 1. though your right for the most part, its also true that some outsiders power are dependent of other things rather then followers. think ill give them the choice between being powered by followers or, that "something else". outsiders if they are powerful enough can create Boon's, for anyone really not just champions, though its probably makes more since that they would do so for them, given they would be more loyal. i'll have it so boons are manifested as a magic item that manifest a specific ability related to there aspect, allowing them to create up to 3, unless stated other wise. 2. to my understanding there isn't really a limit to how many outsiders there can be, nor are all of them in the main city or a city. 3. i think its just set that way to different between the good and evil side as the standard, though lets suppose there can be exceptions, i would imagine it would come with social consequences later down the line if not write away, because socially the idea of a good demon or a evil angel might be inconcivable though i imagine it would make for a intresting story line. 4. lets perhaps say the race is a angelic or demonic varient of there race when becoming a outsider, think of angels and demons not as a race but of a diffrence in moral alighnment with essence that grants various demonic or angelic traits. 5. while its said that outsiders despise other outsiders with the same aspect as the via " there can be only one" its not really explained how they deal with that... i'll likely make a system for that later...

I will reply to what you said in Lore Dump so I won't flood it with unnecessary text. Checking that I have understood things right. Outsiders are angels and demons and in most of the cases their powerfulness depends on how many followers they have. They can have give their boon, part of their power to their champions so they will have some power too. How many outsiders are there? Mostly I'm wondering that is the main city the only place with outsiders and how rare they are. Are all angels good and demons bad or can there be exceptions? Is it must for outsiders to be angels/demons or can they be some other race too? Is it possible to make outsider of lust who is a kitsune? Did I get it right when I understood that the outsiders don't war with each other for dominance in the traditional 'let's clash steel till there is one man standing' way but by gathering followers? @inkylore

hmm by the looks of the lore, it appears to basically be kind of like a turf war to obtain godhood or perhaps maintain it. the map is fairly small too, that makes it sorta easy to remember where everything in. with adventures and commoners i can make some pretty simple events to enteract with. and there doesn't seem to be any limits to what races are allowed probably because the main conflict was ment to be the outsiders and people in it. there's demons and angels, though im not sure if those are just the race of outsiders or individual that work for the outsiders or perhaps even the first outsiders. ive also noticed number of followers plays a part in how powerful a outsider can be. but there are also outsiders who's powers come from other places as well. makes me wounder if there would be any intrest in systems to expand upon that fact... for now i'll focus of GMing conflict and other such events should give adventures and even outsiders something to do or an excuse to show off... oh and here's the map for refrence for some reason all the previous owners images seem to be non functional.

i had plans to keep it as is ... i have to re-read the lore since i haven't been here in a long time...if anything i might try expanding on it though that's a pretty iffy maybe so im not sure. but for now i plan to just keep things as is as i do like the concept of it...

Hello proud new owner of the club : ) I was wondering if you are planning on making some changes to the lore and/or setting or carry on as it is? @inkylore

The way he rubbed against her was like he was marking her with his scent. His kisses along her pale flesh, his arms wrapping around her. They’re mess mixing together like a concoction of sinful bliss as they enjoyed each other. Hearing him speak her name, hooded eyes watched him as he proclaimed his intention to never forget. That made her stomach knot as she frowned slightly, a clawed hand reaching up to now cup his cheek in kind. A small smile came to her plush lips as she shook her head. “Never.. how could I forget?” She purred brining him in for a kiss before she ripped herself away and buried her face in the crook of his neck kissing the damp skin tenderly. She had never felt so safe to be this soft and kind to another. It was a wonderful feeling. Nephviri hummed against his skin as she began to feel more aroused by the minute, letting a hand slip between their bodies she would guide his throbbing prick against her aroused sex and wanted to let him have the opportunity to make sure she doesn’t forget.

theres alot of potential with this one, and its the first group where a member could actually become a god or at least a less god. i had a outsider in mind but i fear there may be complications with the aspect i wanted to try creating cuz it seemed too vauge

Gin worked her firm pale body with what could be describe as a ruthless efficiency. With each time her powerful pale thighs would squeeze his head he'd steady his rythem honing his ability to work her body. His greedy tongue lapping up her juices as they flowed so freely from her pussy, coating his face, bread, and his tongue. However the one thing that would cause a break in his concentration would be that damned tail wrapping around his slick swollen member. As it would pump his length he could feel it getting stiffer, until it was as hard steel. His cock would ooze precum from its tip as it dripped down and rolled over her tail it acted as lubrication for this already other worldly stimulation. He would dig his nails into her thighs as deep moans would escape his lips the vibrations travling from his skilled tongue to her most senstive area. Hearing her call out his name was, so enthralling it was like she'd put a spell on him. As she called out those magic words Gin would steady himself, his rythem, his pace all of it honed like the edge of fine blade, until she finally erupted in orgasm. He tried to keep up this stimulation through her climaxe but he was overwhelmed himself. His cock along with her tail now soaked in his own secretions. He pulled his head back from his hips thrusting against her tail. "Fuck, ergh, Nephviri." He would place hands on either side of her hips as he nearly collapsed from the intensity of this feeling his cock would erupt, spraying his hot thick cum onto the floor beneath them. So wasteful he'd think as he adjust her slightly so she would rest back onto his cum. His cock unfazed by his first orgasm, the archers stamina showing its bounds. His lips would slowly travel back up her body his each wet kiss leaving a small glistening mark on her pale skin. His hands would cup her breast before his mouth arrived there. He kept his body pressed flush against her his sweat mixing with her own. His face slipped between her breasts as he would bite and suck, leaving more marks on her otherwise perfect priceline skin. Now his body pressed on her his eyes would lock with hers as he reached up lightly cupped her cheek. "Nephviri" his voice soft, compassionate, almost loving "Promise you'll never forget me. No matter what happens tell me you'll remember this night. I know i will." Gin would hold this postion for a moment, letting his emotions pour out of him like a spring from the earth. His lips would slowly lower down to hers kissing her deeply, both sharing their tastes with each other. The slow gentle kiss slowly increasing in passion. His hand on her cheek shifting from there to her shoulders. His pads digging into her skin. His hands would then begin to greedily pull at her body he wanted to feel more of her. He wanted to experience ever inch of this perfect moment. He'd already littered her body with his own marking but their was only one thing was left claim. This time though it would be brought about by explosion of lust it would be the culmination of the freeing of themselves from the chains of the past. The solidifying of their feeling for each other. The creation of a union the Gin would only let be broken through his passing. This burning in his heart would soon be quenched, but by whom?

With the sad blessing of her mother Luna set off for on her own for the first time in her life, to make a living off of weaving and designing beautiful dresses for the world and make her mother proud. Luna is both excited and scared at the same time due to all the new people she's destined to meet and dangers she will encounter. After a few hours Luna decided to stop of the side of the road for a quick break before traveling again, thinking to herself this is going to be a lot harder than she thought it was going to be. she laid back in the fresh snow her mother's last words still fresh in her mind tears starting to build in her eyes, she wiped them away sitting up fast "im going to do it mom and make you proud." Luna grabbed a quick snack from her chart and pushed forwards determination in her eyes pulling the cart as fast as she could taking 30 min breaks to keep up her energy until night fall. As the sun starts to set and the moon kisses the sky Luna looks for a good spot to lay down for the night, she spots a small clearing just off the side of the road and sets up the tent she made with her mother years ago and gathers some timber for a fire for warmth. sitting next to the fire Luna pulls out a old, rugged book she has had since she was 10 and skims threw it looking at all the dresses, she made stopping on one of the first ones she designed, this was the first one her mother truly loved, Luna thought to herself this is the one I going to start with just you for you mom, Luna pulled out some thread and her mother's weaving tools she left and started to craft the cloth needed to start. only spending a couple hours on it before dozing off. Luna put away her things and crawled into her tent laying her head down for the night. When the morning sun rises Luna reluctantly opened her eyes although she was use to sleeping on the ground this morning seemed to be the worst as her neck was stiff and back tight, Luna slowly crawled out of the tent to find that snow and completely covered the ground, as Luna looked around she could see the road and had forgotten what direction she walked to get to this clearing panic started to set it as she frantically tried to retrace her steps. Edited Friday at 12:56 by eclipse1oo

I'm starting to feel like this club is dead. Or no one wants to do role play with me cause I'm new. Maybe I'm just bad at it....

With the sad blessing of her mother Luna set off for on her own for the first time in her life, to make a living off of weaving and designing beautiful dresses for the world and make her mother proud. Luna is both excited and scared at the same time due to all the new people she's destined to meet and dangers she will encounter. After a few hours Luna decided to stop of the side of the road for a quick break before traveling again, thinking to herself this is going to be a lot harder than she thought it was going to be. she laid back in the fresh snow her mother's last words still fresh in her mind tears starting to build in her eyes, she wiped them away sitting up fast "im going to do it mom and make you proud." Luna grabbed a quick snack from her chart and pushed forwards determination in her eyes pulling the cart as fast as she could taking 30 min breaks to keep up her energy until night fall. As the sun starts to set and the moon kisses the sky Luna looks for a good spot to lay down for the night, she spots a small clearing just off the side of the road and sets up the tent she made with her mother years ago and gathers some timber for a fire for warmth. sitting next to the fire Luna pulls out a old, rugged book she has had since she was 10 and skims threw it looking at all the dresses, she made stopping on one of the first ones she designed, this was the first one her mother truly loved, Luna thought to herself this is the one I going to start with just you for you mom, Luna pulled out some thread and her mother's weaving tools she left and started to craft the cloth needed to start. only spending a couple hours on it before dozing off. Luna put away her things and crawled into her tent laying her head down for the night. When the morning sun rises Luna reluctantly opened her eyes although she was use to sleeping on the ground this morning seemed to be the worst as her neck was stiff and back tight, Luna slowly crawled out of the tent to find that snow and completely covered the ground, as Luna looked around she could see the road and had forgotten what direction she walked to get to this clearing panic started to set it as she frantically tried to retrace her steps.

Name: Luna Grace Age: 24 Occupation: Traveling silk weaver Outsider of Worship (If Applicable): None yet Place of Residence (Or its nearest Landmark): small fishing village north of the Elven Village Cel'Doe (on the move) Bio: Luna is a shy girl, that prefers to spend most of her time weaving silks and stitching them into pretty dresses, a talent she learned from her mother when she was young growing up in a small fishing village just north of the Elven Village Cel'Doe, although the clothing they made together were more for warmth than luxury Luna dreamed designing gorgeous dresses that would be worn by the wealthy during balls and fancy outings. As the years passed and Luna got old and more experienced in her craft, Luna's mother fell ill, Luna did everything she could to nurse her mother back to health, trying to sell blankets, jackets and sails, as fast as she could make them to raise enough money to buy the medicine needed to heal her mother, but no matter how much medicine she bought or soups she would make Luna's mother didn't seem to get any better. Months went by with Luna struggling to cure her mother when Luna's mother said to her " I want you to stop worrying about me my young love it's my time to go it ok." and pointed to the chest at the foot of her bed "Follow your dreams make those dresses I watch you sketch, fall in love and be happy, I will be watching over you." with tears in her eyes Luna kissed her mother's head one last time whispering to her I love you one last time, and walked to the chest at the foot of her bed, inside was a set of weaving tools and a stash of gold with a note that said "Luna's Dream." Luna wipped away her tears and dragged the chest out to their cart loading it with some supplies for the road and some weaving supplies only enough she would be able to move since they hadn't owned any animals and went to find the village leader to look after her mother tell she passed before setting off into unknown lands and make her mother proud of her. Kinks: Bathing, BDSM, Blowjobs, Bondage, Breasts, Consensual Sex, Cumshots, Facials, Handjobs, Impregnation. Limits: Gore, Anal, Ass to Mouth, Bukkake, Cheating, Food Play, Orgies, Rape, Strap-Ons, Torture, Horror Reference Image (Or detailed Description): Luna is 5'6'' 95 Lb's, averagely built, (a little curvy) cup size 36 D.

so I believe I got my character all ready to go if someone can look over her and give me some feedback that would be nice, and on top of that i made my first RP post, I'm not 100% sure if I did it in the right place, I'm still really new to this site and could use some help.

Nephviri squirmed under him as she tried to catch her breath. Her ack arched and her toes pointed as he brought her more and more pleasure. Her body was on fire, his already hot touch only ignited the sexual heat coming off of her. His lips and teeth marked her up and only got the sweetest sounds from her as she enjoyed the attention to detail he laid out for her body. She licked her lips moaning and hands went to her perky breasts, rubbing her hard nipples in tandem with the anticipation of the next actions he would take. His fingers were squeezed and soaked by her pussy as it ate the new finger her introduced and would wring around his dexterous digits. Her walls had a mind of their own, when he continued to rub at her sweet spot making her hips rise as she was now on her tip toes. Her tail thumping against the old wooden floor from her sexual experience. She hadn't been pleased before, at least not like this; most of her experiences were lack luster or unenthusiastic as she would fake it. Maybe it was because of their dire situation but this was hot and she didn't have to think about it. His voice mocking her instructions made her white flesh flush pink all over. He teased her and put her on edge only to make her head and shoulders creep back, exposing her long slender neck and her mouth agape with pleasure as she took in shaky, breathy moans. Lips popping from her thighs she felt him leave more of his marks on her body. She loved how she bruised so easily because of him. His teeth marks clearly imbedded in her flesh showing the world she was a plaything, a piece of meat for this archer to enjoy as the snowy storm outside raged on. Knees brought up closer to her chest she let her hands hold up the back of her thighs as she used the tips of her fingers to spread her pussy as he let that droplet of saliva add to her moistened slit. Now balancing on her upper back and shoulders she was in a vulnerable position but what could she do other than obey the man before her. "Ah~ Gin!" She gave a strained moan as she shuddered as his lips made a seal around her quivering pussy and his tongue dove into her depths with little resistance. Her tail began to rub and seek out his cock as it wasn't fair that he was getting all the fun of pleasing his partner. She didn't even get to make him cum which made her wonder if she hadnt done a good enough job before. His long nose at her clit got her jolting here and there, a squeeze from her thighs maybe as she just let it all happen. Her eyes couldn't focus on anything as she would stare up at him between her breasts and legs. She could see small streams of his saliva and her juice trickle down her pubic mound and onto her stomach as they indulged in each other. The moment turned to minutes and then a while later as her tail pumped his cock those red orbs of hers could see the slick mess she marked his beard with. It made her give him a toothy grin as now she was exposed to the cold air panting ready for more. But to her surprise he gave just that, fingers and tongue, completely ravaged her being with such appendages and mewled like a cat in heat. Nephviri would let her tail match his speed as she wanted to cum, she wanted to cum with him; no she wanted to feel him coat her insides once more and the thought alone made her body tense and tighten around him. Thighs tightening around his head as he ate as her core, walls spasming as she moaned his name over and over again. "Gin... oh Gin! Ahn! I'm going to cum! Oh no I'm going to cum!" Nephviri cried out into the empty home as they continued to indulge in the moment before she began buck her hips some. She was cumming, violently good as her face even twisted into a lewd visage. Her black tongue hanging out some as her eyes crossed. Her fingers would grip harder sinking into her supple flesh as she enjoyed every moment of him continuing to drag out her orgasm.

Name: Garland Albereht Age: 26 Occupation: Woodsman Outsider of Worship (If Applicable): None Yet Place of Residence (Or its nearest Landmark): Farming Village Olfrons Bio: Garland is an energetic but otherwise normal resident of the village of Olfrons. Though not native to the village, he moved there six years ago following his departure from the Capital City Vellos where his parents live. Wanting to make a living for himself, he took the chance to move to the humble village for a life somewhere relatively surrounded by nature. He operates as a woodsman for the village, making lumber of trees for his own or other villager use, although he also takes the time to plant trees to replace those he fells. He's considered kind and friendly to nature, with a fondness for plants and animals he can never grow out of. However, as an energetic male, he also seeks thrills and adventure on his terms, another perk of leaving his parent's nest. He often assists the village with hunting game or repelling more monstrous threats that don't belong near to the village, sometimes for a small sum and sometimes for the good of it. A quiet, peaceful life would never suit him, and so often he makes excursions around Olfrons to butt heads with creature trouble to make life a bit easier for its residents. Aware of the mild conflicts and oppositions between demons and angels, he usually tries to stay out of their way rather than be caught in their games, but he doesn't have any dislike for them either. As far as he's concerned, he's yet to meet a favorite due to his wariness. Kinks: Many, but the simplest are Oral (giving and receiving), Switch play (doesn't mind Dom or Sub), size differences (more a turn on than an absolute necessity), vaginal and anal, and breastplay (all sizes apply). More innocent kinks include kissing, cuddling, and romance. Limits: Gore, Scat, Vore, the usual suspects Reference Image (Or detailed Description): He stands at a height of 5'9, with a weight of 178 lbs. Through exercise, swinging his favorite axes, and hefting around large pieces of wood, Garland has grown up as a fairly strong individual. Stories among the kids of Olfrons mention he once wrestled a bear in the nearby forest for fun, but no one knows how true that is. All he knows is that he doesn't mind a wildly exaggerated story here or there, as long as it has some truth to it.

His hand would shift its postion sliding so he vould slip a second finger into her tight slit providing her with a heightened sense of fullness, however it still didn't compare to him prior. Lips would begin to move down her from her breasts, his teeth nipping at her skin leaving a trail of saliva, and bite marks down her body. His entire body moving further in the process until she would feel the heft of his shoulders pressing into her thighs keeping her legs spread. He looked up her with a devious grin. "Harder, more, make you remember. So many instructions, all so easily followed." He cooed breathly before he'd press his lips down hard against the toned muscles of her thighs sucking hard his tounge gliding across her smooth flesh. His finger would push deeper curling up against her pelvis as the increased in tempo his palm press flat against the top of slit providing both internal and external stimulation of her nethers. His mouth would pull back from her thigh with a wet pop, his own spit trickling onto his bearded face. "Say my name!" He order loudly his eyes a mix of animalistic lust, passion, and a deeply human craving for companionship, and connections. He would grab her knees and roll her hips back exposing her needy slit to him. He would spit down on watching for the briefest of moments as it ran along her quivering folds. His head then lunged downwards between her legs. His tongue delving into her slit. Though not as immediately snake-like as her, it still displayed its own serpentine qualities and slither into her, coiling and flicking at her g-spot. His nose pressed against her clit alerting her to every movement his body made. His strong, callused hand dug into her moonlit flesh. He would remain down buried between. Her legs for a long time, longer then one may expect, but he was stranger to a lack of air. His mouth would suddenly pull back, her juicies and his own saliva causing his beard to glisten slightly. He would take a deep breath his eyes darting back up to her for a moment before disappearing yet again between her legs. This time however his tongue found its home on her sensitive little bud. His left hand relquishing its hold on her leg so it could plung itself into her. His middle and ring finger slipping deep into her hot angelic hole. His fingers moving in rythem with tongue. His lips pressing down around the area surrounding her clit providing a small bit of suction agaisnt his tongue while swirled and slithered across its surface. His fingers curling upward against her pelvis, one curling, while the other extended. The cacophony of feeling, and stimulations swelling and roaring to a crescendo of passion and lust. His mouth so eagerly pleasing her slit. His finger fucking her wanton hole. All the while, a melody of sweet, impassioned, moans poured from the depths of Gins throat. Making it exceptionally clear how much he enjoyed this, pleasing Nephviri. Making her succumb to her own carnel pleasures. Gin himself becoming lost to the passion, craving nothing more then give her something that would extend far beyond this single moment in time. Something that would burn itself in her memory regardless of the path they choose to walk. A memory of the time they shared together.

Nephviri was taken back by his reaction. It was far too honest and it made her a little bashful. She had to concentrate so not to seem daunted by his encouraging words. His hips began to shorten the distance between her face and his pelvis and he began to shove himself down her throat. The action caused her mouth to saliva and begin to dribble down her chin as the sloppy sounds of her sucking of his cock emanated throughout the empty home. Despite his large phallus dipping deep into her throat her body enjoyed being suffocated with vivacious thrusts. Each one made her pussy clench as her arousal would drip to the floor. Each time was like a small memory to what happened upstairs. It was hot and feral, she liked that about him. As a man he was honest with his desires and he wasn’t afraid to be vocal about it. “mmmphf!” She moaned and slurped at his cock only to be forced against him for the longest moment. She couldn’t breathe! Her eyes opened to look up at him tears of discomfort streaming down her face. Lashes fluttered to his quick thrusts as she just kept up the suction to the best of her ability swallowing and gurgling as his cock churning her saliva in her throat. Gawking and the naughty sounds of her mouth along with the evidence dripping down his balls was enough to clearly see how much the both of them enjoyed pleasing the other. One final push of her head into his pelvis she felt her knees buckle as she was becoming light headed. Then he would push her back, the long coiled tendril that was her Imgur unraveled and left a delicious pop as she gasped for air trembling on the bed catching her breath. How delightfully rude of him. Kisses peppered her body and she would sigh out in pleasure panting to get the air she so desperately needed. Dark orbs watched him as she felt every nerve pay attention to where he was touching. Listening to him she would just giggle to herself and let her arms slip behind her neck and into the long threads of her hair. She stretched, and elongated for him as he went with the sensual tickle approach. It worked as he got her to shudder and goosebumps flushed from where her touched down her legs. Those rough fingers of his made an impression against her baby smooth slit. Being albino had its merits, hairless everywhere except where it mattered. Nephviri’s breath hitched when he began to tease her with the promise of his middle finger penetrating her. “I couldn’t agree more~” she cooed as she curled into his whisper and met his kiss with equal enthusiasm. His human tongue was cute and made her swoon as his taste was wonderful. Her clit now being teased, her hips lightly bobbed to his circular motions as her thighs tightened around his arm. Parting ways from the kiss she jus shrugged smiling mischievously as her brows would hike in pleasure as she visibly would breathe out slowly. “Yes, more a little harder~” she mused as she felt he was being fairly gentle after the earlier display of lust. When he slapped her cunt she squeaked in surprise and just stared at him a moment before biting her bottom lip. A brow quirked as her eyes traveled down between them as she watched his arm and fingers work. When his lips met her skin her back arched and the back of her palms covered her eyes as she let the moment take her. Unabashed she felt every heated breath, every lick and suckle of his lips the bruised her skin with his need to warm her pale skin up more. Nephviri giggled out in a yelp as his teeth bit at her nipple and his mouth engulfed her breast flesh. His finger finally invaded her soaked nethers and she would spread her legs for him as he pressed against her gspot so expertly. Her tail thrashed underneath her knocking loudly in delight against the blankets and wooden floor. “Ahn of fuck ah!!! Oh mm oh god nngh ah~” her voice continued as he continued to be possessive of her breasts leaving them riddled in hickeys and saliva. Her mind was going blank as she was on the tip on her toes, legs lifting in the air helping him with better angles as her walls squeezed his fingers. “Yes fuck yes make me remember!” She cried out at his mercy.

They way her forked tounge coiled and slither across his memeber was something he had never experienced, something most men would only dream of he could contain his arousal. He would moan, and grunt loudly the more she would work on the length of his shaft. "Fuck that is Viri suck that cock ~Fuuuck~" he groaned out softly as he felt himself begin to loose more of his composure. Now he would thrust in harder matching her movements. Seeing her eyes clamp shut as small tears escaped them, her drool dribbling down her chin. He couldn't help himself how could anyone. His fingers on her porcelain skin would dig into them when he felt her arms on his thighs. He could feel his, cock so close to entering her throat, the sounds of her gags, and the vigor at which she was servicing his rod made him unbelievable hard. "I can't, I need urgh" he grunt loudly as he pulled her shoulders hard into him, while pushed his hips hard into her face. Their was a brief moment of tension, his steely rod bending as it hit on the back of her throat. Suddenly that tension was released as he pushed the head down into her throat. His head would crane back in pleasure, as he let out loud unintelligible groan. He would keep the pressure on his shoulders as he worked his hips fast shallow thrusts into her, the feeling of the tight walls of her throat clenching around his cock. He would hold her their her nose burried in his public hair, his cock plunged deep into her throst before he would push her off him, back onto the bed. He crawl on top of her his lips lighting peeking small kisses over he nude body before he would move to her to speak. "I'm sorry Nephviri I couldn't help myself, you just felt so amazing, they way you worked my cock was mmhmm otherworldly." He would coo softly into her ear. His other hand slowly tickling down her stomach, pushing her legs apart. His index and ring finger laying on either side of her dewy slit. His middle finger slowly trailing across it pushing down just hard enough to part her lips slightly. "Its not fair that I'm the only made to feel so good, allow me to return the favor" he'd tease lightly into her ear before his mouth would move to her lips kissing her deeply. He didn't seem to mind that his cock was just burried inside. His tongue would quickly move to replace it pushing in passed her fangs tasting her sweet saliva mix in his own. His middle finger would now push down between her slipper lips resing in her clit the pad of his finger circling it slowly. "Do like that? Do you want more?" He pull away and smirk softly. His hand pulling back and lightly slap her slit, before returning to their pervious postion. His lips would begin to trail down her pristine, freshly bathed body, to her pert breasts. His hot breath pouring out over nipple followed by the tip of his tongue lightly flicking her nipple. His mouth would press down on the tender flesh of breast as he sucked hard his teeth pressing into her flesh. Simultaneously, his middle finger push into opening pressing up against her public bone curling up against it back and forth slowly. His mouth finally relquished the flesh now a deep red and purple as her blood pooled to the service. "I want to riddle this body with my markings, I want you to remember this even after we done." He'd coo sweetly before his mouth return to her breasts his tongue greedily dragging from breast to breast, nipple to nipple before he would suck one of her pink buds into his mouth his lips pressing down on it as his tongue flicked the tip in rythem his his finger in her slit.

Nephviri looked to him and smiled, that long tongue of hers coiling around the length of his cock. His movements and twitches were enticing. It was like having prey between her claws and she was toying with it. Honestly this was the best feeling. He let her do as she liked, and boy did she like him. His taste, his sounds, his touch; never had she let a male touch her head like this. Woo her like this and make her feel so easily in awe of how ravenous with lust she could be for him. His words felt sincere but he needn't compliment her for something she wanted to do. Her lips creating a tight vacuum as he slipped in and out of her mouth. The tip constantly hitting the back of her throat to have her twitch and gag some as he continued to grow until fully erect. She loved how his cock filled her cheeks and how he tasted. She loved the feel of his skin and the muscle that strained to be contained against her plump lips. It was enough to rouse her, her make her slit slick and dewy with desire. Her service was slow and tight, consistently wet, warm. Breathing through her nose she began to moan herself and mewl to his sounds. Her cheeks blushing as she continued to gyrate her head back and forth. Hands on her shoulders she flinched some, her shoulders staying up and tight only to slowly lower as her own hands gripped his hips for stability. Faster, the sounds began to become wetter, sloppier as her saliva began to dribble down her chin from her effort. Her eyes had to close as they filled with tears from how his the curve of that tip pressed down into her throat more. Nephviri wanted more, she wanted to feel him be more vulnerable, more like hers. She wanted him and that was all that mattered as she greedily sucked away at the cock that made her swoon with desire.

Name: Nilueth Age: 23 Occupation: Ex-scholar and philosopher, now ranger. Place of Residence: Outskirts of the farming vilage, Olfrons. Bio: A human female, she was once a lucky individual to be chosen as an apprentice and study under the tutelage of famous scholars and philosophers of the capital city, Vellos. But after entering a heated debate in regards to the angels and demons hovering over them, nerves were struck and her priviledge to be considered as one of them stripped from her person at the age of sixteen. Living in the outskirts of her birth home, Olfrons. Where she and her companion, a grey wolf helps her in day to day schedule of hunting for food. The members of her hometown barely remembers her presence, nothing more than a passing thought in their every day lives as the looming presence of resentment grows in the heart of the woods. Nilueth is known for her quiet and intimidating presence, opportunistic by nature and will do anything to achieve her goals, but as for Nilueth's plan for the day she reintegrates back to the community that casted her off is left to vaguety. Kinks: Female domination, powerplay, sub partners, shotacon, noncon, size difference Limits: Scat, unrealistic proportions, vore Reference of Image

Gin in his breif moment of insecurity and fear would all wash off him, like the dirt and grim from the days works. He felt clean, secure, happy he wanted to say something in this moment but to ruin such an intimate silence with his own speech would be pointless instead his soft green eyes would pour over her pale porcelain skin every inch of her body displayed to him. Did she feel as exposed as he did, or was this some other way the two differed. His eyes would hang on her burises and scratches, if only he'd been faster, he could have prevented it. Then he'd notice the marks he had made on her, ones she seemed to wear with an unspoken pride, weather or not she did was a different story. As she would step closer to him almost instinctively he would step towards her. His desire welling in his gut, his cock responding in kind. It would stiffen slightly, perking up. He was transfixed on her. Her breasts, her pert nipples, the way her tail and hips sways so rythemically with her confident determined steps. She inspired him, not to fight for her, or to take her, but instead to have the confidence in body and skills and movements. He would stand straight his shoulder rolled back his muscles tense with anticipation. His gaze finally shifting back up to her. When he would see the one thing that would truely set his heart ablaze, her eyes. Those beautiful Ruby red eyes locked on him, his body, his soul. "It seems we are in agreement then. Good" feeling her lips press on his neck his hands would greedily pull her to him feeling his flesh hot, damp from sweat. He felt her breast against his flesh as she began to move further down. His breath would hitch as she kissed old scares. "You dont~" his voice would catch in his throat as she moved to another. His knees locked out as he would slowly run his finger through her velvety smooth locks letting it fall down her back. Her hungry lips exploring her body made him feel so wanted, his desire for her only deepening. This wasn't a moment driven by lust or desire this was passion and intimacy. He would shudder softly he felt her claws run along his body, she was so gentle even though she knew he was strong enough to handle her at best she treated him with care. Finally on her knees before him, it made him feel like a king, she elevated him to height he'd never been too. His eyes never leaving her form when her eyes shot to his he would buck forward slight his cock began to twitch, eager anticipating. Feeling the length of her tongue slide along his member caused his entire body to shake as he let out low deep groan. "Fuck Nephrive that's ~" cut off by her sharp fangs nipping at his tender expose flesh his cock would react in kind stiffening more though still not fully erect. Her warm breath paired with the soft kiss to his growing head would cause him to reach down resting his hand on her head his finger running through her hair. When she took him inside her mouth the hot wet saliva coating his member she could feel him grow more in her mouth. As she began to move his eyes would shut for a moment his mind racing with thoughts of how he could please her later before he was over taken by the ecstacy of her mouth sinking to the base of his member. He was hard so incredibly hard. His cock now at its full length in her mouth it press against the back of her throat, would she still be able to take all of him now that was fully erect his. His thick member sliding across her forked tongue would pry a howl of pleasure from lips. "It feels so good. You're amazing Nephrivi" he would growl out softly through his clenched teeth. He would begin to play a more active role now still allowing her to move at her own pace as she serviced him. His hips would begin to thrust into her mouth forcing more of his length into mouth his hands reaching down to her shoulders as he was desperate to feel more of her touch. He would let out a series of low deep groans. "Don't stop," he pleaded as his finger dug into her shoulders as he held her body any way he could. His knees would shake slightly from the pleasure but he would remain stalwart in his upright confident pose. The way her skin looked in firelight was immaculate truely the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. How long would he let this go on, he never wanted it to end but he too desired to service her, make her feel like his queen. He could only resist so long and his patience was wearing thin.

His little speech was most enticing; he knew how to be poetic with his words as if it was natural like breathing air. Such lofty words and ideals, yet they attracted her attention and thought to them. Does that mean he didn't want to leave either after this mission was done? It would be a fun time regardless of if they continued being intimate or not. He was quite skilled and would be an asset in what ever her future plans are for the time being. However with that said she would not 'use' him like others before him. He was much too special to her for that. A smile came to her lips as she nodded at his proposition to just dedicate that limited time for themselves. It was a most intimate request and she couldn't turn it down. As he got closer she let him slip his arm around her and hold her so close. His fingers settling along her natural lines and curves of her body as she just smiled up to him. Nephviri's tail base was thicker than the rest of her tail but that was to be expected as he could feel every involuntary sway and twitch at his finger tips. Intently she waited for him to speak as she rested in the palm of his hand, nothing came but a soft flurry of kisses befell her lips to be matched by her own. This was nice and sent tingles of pleasure from her lips down to the tip of her tail. Everything continued agonizingly slowly, but it was full of passion and tempting touches. Their hips locked together, their chests pressed to one another. They would feel each others breathing and heart beats as everything began to align and work in tandem as one. Butterflies tickled her stomach as she opened her eyes a moment feeling his hand move to her neck. She enjoyed how his grip was lax and yet firm, almost on reflex if she ever tried to leave that spot. One last kiss and he would pull away taking off his clothes. Every action she watched with an intense glamour. The belt landing on the ground brought her gaze down before his words brought it back up. Those words made her heart thump hard in her chest as she instinctively began to reach up to calm herself as he was nude before her. Red eyes looking him up and down as she could feel his vulnerability and how uncomfortable it was for him. A small grin came to her lips once more as she looked over all of his scars and tattoos. To her it was more of a story than something to be insecure about. Dainty fingers curling around the hem of her night dress she would take it off of her revealing a much more pristine canvas that was her skin. Her scars were more mental and emotional but what laid on her now were the marks he put on her from earlier and the bruises and scratches from the fight with the Spider queen. Letting the fabric fall to the ground she walked out of it and up to him before making eyes contact for a moment. On her tip toes she kissed his nose and then his lips before a purr in her throat came out instinctively. "Good. I want that too." She whispered, breath no longer calm as she then began to kiss down his neck, then to one cut, to a different scar and then to the tattoos on his body. Down and down she kissed as her clawed fingers followed behind appreciating his form. Until finally she was on her knees face to face with his semi hard cock. Eyes shot up to give him some eyes contact before she would open her mouth and that long black tongue of hers came out. Split down the middle the muscle was soaked in her saliva as it began to drip and slather up the back of his cock to his pelvis. nip of her teeth at the tight skin before her hands held his hips in place. She enjoyed how she aroused him, how she was able to make him twitch and shudder from her actions. Heated breath panting on the tip all the while she kept the eye contact, she lingered before her mouth let his cock sink in as she took it all inside feeling it slowly grow before pulling back. Nephviri was showing her appreciation for him by giving him proper service. Nose flared as her plump lips kissed the tip only to sink him in back and forth only half way this time as the room began to fill up with the slippery sounds of her lips and tongue taking him to the base every time.

Listening to her words while Gin would manipulate her body streching, popping, and cracking all her sore and achey joints. To Gin this was just a small part of his nightly routine one of which he wanted to bring Nephrivi in on, give her chance to relaxe more deeply after a long hard day like the one they had just had. Gin felt good extremely good, relaxed, confident, and happy for the first time in a long time he'd felt happy. All of his sour thoughts carried away by the winter winds whipping around the home. The growing heat and tension in the room, would also make Gin sweat slightly. When she would turn and speak to him he felt his heart thump hard in chest, all of her words seemed to melt away at his anger, his hatred to the world he'd been thrust too. "You want me to be myself?" He repeated almost shocked to hear those words. What did that mean? What did she mean? "All I can ever be is me, and all you can ever be is you. Perhaps together we can achieve something greater. Something more than just ourselves. Our time on this plane is limited surely, but our time together is only limited by out desire to spend it together." He spoke slowly calmly his tone warm, comforting. He knew as much as she did that after this mission the two could part ways never seeing each other again. A small fling with someone he felt so much passion for so much desire he didn't know what they could be but he wanted then to be something more, something greater. Make love to her? Did Gin even know how to do that, he knew how to court a women, how to sleep with one but to make love that was something he didn't know. His time leading this slow, intimate waltz seemed like it was just getting started, but now he was set to go into uncharted territory. One if his strong arms would warp around her waist just above her tail and pull her hips close his gently holding her. His other hand would move to her face brushing across her cheek lightly before cupping her face lightly. He'd lean in slowly his mouth opening to speak, he wanted so desperately to affirm to her his intent to make love to her, but nothing would come out. Instead he kissed her once softly his lips pressing into her own the hair of his beard tickling her senstive flesh. The kisses continued slowly fueled by a deep intimacy he wanted to share. As the soft slow kissing would continue his hand would slide from her soft cheek down around the nape of her neck lightly cradling it pulling her to him. He would step closer pressing his body against hers feeling her more intensly now as the warm light of fire light the room he could see her. Not just her body or face but all of her everthing that made he who she was. He wanted that more than anything. Slowly he'd pull away his hands moving to belt as he did it slowly his eyes transfixed on her. *clang* his heavy belt feel hard on the floor "I want to lay myself bare to you. I want you to experience myself laid bare to you, and you to I. Nephrivi I want nothing more than to make love to you." He cooed softly. He'd kick off his pants slowly revealing his entire self to her all of his wounds, new and old, the scar that was permanent reminder to him the useless druidic tattos that spread across his body. Now as he stood naked, exposed to her his face would flush, he'd never felt so vulnerable to another person, but he wanted to give that Nephrivi, to his first love.