LewdiKris

Lick it!

It took a bit of effort, and a little time, for her to regain her balance. She rose from the slippery, warm coils of her alien companion and stood on shaky legs. Her footing nearly failed her, but Culdinious had a pair of limbs on her back and ass quickly and kept her from slumping. She giggled and then blushed at the gentlemanly behavior, giving him a small, happy smile before she carefully stepped back to the control console. Bleeps and a few, sonorous bloops were elicited by her swiping and prodding fingers. She met Culdinious' eye. "There, I've made a request for a bathing system to be installed. Apparently, it will be done before tomorrow." In a tone that was remarkably serious for a nude, young blonde covered in alien cum. "I can have anything you'd like requested, just tell me what you want." She turned her back and moved to another panel and bent over, her ass wiggling with intriguing promise as she began swiping through menus, totally unaware of the tempting display she'd made of her backside.

Delicious cabbages

My redemption

Alien's arrival!

Kill. Because fucking with added salt is redundant (and potentially painful).

She let herself flop onto him, cum-covered, panting and spent. She let his tentacles gently wrap around her in what, a small detached part of her mind realised, was something equivalent to cuddling. Melissa felt safe and comfortable among his warm, slippery limbs and she looked into his eye, still breathing hard. "That- That was amazing, Mr. Culdinious. I've never been filled like that. I've never felt so naughty, but natural before." Then she looked down at the pale, smooth curves of her body, the lewd mess he'd made of her breasts and the way her knees still shook a little. "I'm afraid... I forgot to properly collect a sample, Mr. Culdinious. This will all be contaminated." She continued, smiling up at his eye. "We'll have to try again, though would you might waiting until I can use my legs?"

When Melissa heard the word seed, she nearly lost herself entirely. The throbbing, cum spewing member in-between her pillowy, pale breasts splattered her with hot, sticky, alien jizz and she felt her cheeks blow out as she struggled to take the load being pumped into her mouth. She began swallowing it, gagging and causing rivulets of the thick, white goo to spill from her lips and down her chin and across her throat. She continued to moan lewdly, unable to speak around the phallus invading her mouth, she lapped at it and bobbed her head to encourage as much of the stuff into her throat as she could. If asked later, she'd never be able to explain why she guzzled the tentacle monster's cream so greedily, it just came naturally. She could feel something more coming, and her anticipation led her to another orgasm. It crashed over her like a stormy sea crashing against a ship's hull, sending vibrations and tension throughout every muscle. She slipped the cock from her mouth as the tentacle making use of her pussy throbbed and engorged, she could feel it and the orgasm caused the muscles within her to clamp down and spasm over the pumping member. "Cum for me! Cu- Cu- Aaaah!"

Perception: 3 + 5 = 8 (Poopies) Kara tried to get BTB's measure. She'd known him for a little while and they'd worked together a couple of times. She liked him, but the "Big Money, Big Danger" comment got her suspicions aroused. However, she was a little distracted by the new arrival. She listened as BTB spoke, dialled her hair down to a cool blue and then smiled brightly at Mercy. "Hey, I'm Kara, though you can call me 'K'". She sipped her beer and took in the medtech, she sensed competence from him and let herself feel a little relief at that. She'd half expected some cowboy asshole or a street rat with dreams of being a legend and the experience of a puppy. "BTB doesn't always offer to buy the drinks, he must like you." She chuckled, shooting a cheeky grin at the fixer.

Perception Roll: 6 + Percetion (5) = 11 Kara couldn't believe she hadn't heard of this place before. It's rundown exterior, but hopping interior was right up her street and she grinned wildly as she strode through the main bar. She wasn't sure where BTB was supposed to be, so she fell into her easy going nature and posted up at the bar. She set her tech her to a neon, obnoxious pink and she'd let it fall loos and straight down her back. The tight synth-leather of her bodysuit hugged her curves, showing her toned, fit physique off. When she arched her back and leand across the bar to call her order to the barman, her firm bottom would easily draw the eye of the men (and, no doubt, some of the women) lucky enough to get a view. She was given a cold beer, and she took a swig straight from the bottle, winking at the barman. She turned and leaned on the barn with her elbows on the surface and scanned the crowd, looking for the fixer.

The half-shriek and half-moan that tore from her as he filled her dripping pussy was filled with primal, almost animal lust. Whatever part of her rational, analytical mind had been ticking at the back of her mind dissolved into the heat of her loins. Her instincts took over, her hunger growing as her first orgasm began too take shape and she pulled the tentacle in her hand toward her mouth. It's hot, hard flesh tasted strange, not anything like she'd expected but her tongue swirled across it's tip hungrily. The young scientist had neverr sucked a cock. But it felt only natural to wrap her lips around the shaft, letting the meat of it press down on her tongue and suckle at it. The Tentacle pumping between her breasts and suction cups kneading and teasing her nipples sent bolts of erotic lightning through her chest and directly into her brain. The soft, pliant curves of her body bounced and jiggled with every thrust into her vagina. The cocks slipping over her, into her and filling her drove her arousal upward toward orgasm like a storm wind filling the sails of her lust. When she came, she came hard. Her whole body tensed, she screamed around the cock sliding happily between her lips and her toes curled. She pulled the cock from her mouth, for just a moment and cried "More! Mr. Culdinious! Please!" Before greedily sucking at it once again, drawing the gathering precum into her throat..

I took a look at a few sites before commiting to one, and this one has by far the nicest layout, most up-to-date UI and it's intuitive to use. I think clubs are a super good idea. I like the way EcchiTexts work. The Community seems pretty cool (though i'm still new, probably haven't met the inevitable assholes yet, but that's a good sign in and of itself). The folks i've spoken too have all been welcoming and accomodating. My first roleplay is a lot of fun already (Shoutout too @PervertedDragon). Thank you to the staff, all of you. I don't know any of you well yet, but you're doing a great job as far as I can see. Thanks to the people I've talked too already, you know who you are. Now, if only my actual dreams were halfway as sensible and easy to make heads or tales of as this website...

The words poured over Melissa, spiking heat through her belly and down to her wet pussy, visibly staining the pale fabric of her panties. How could he know that the use of more academic language would appeal to her so? She'd not even known herself. She let out a lewd moan and wriggled as tentacles continued to squeeze and slither over her exposed skin. Her instincts took over, her hips grinding as she played with her clit and her other hand taking hold of another tentacle and enjoying the heat of it against her palm. She let her eyes open and once again be drawn into Culdinious' amorous gaze. Reflected in that gaze she saw her breasts, lewdly pressed together with a hard, slimy cock pumping between them. She saw the curves of her own arched back and her ass wiggling in the air. It was the dingle most erotic, wonderful and filthy sight in her sheltered life. "Please, ah! Mr. Culdinious..." She gasped, her voice growing hoarse and dropping to a needy whisper "... Fuck me!"

Melissa giggled and bit her lip at the coolness of his touch, then gasped and writhed as warmth filled her. She'd never considered her breasts being used in such a way, but the sight of the slick, hard member sliding between the soft mounds of her tits stole her breath for a moment. Once she regained herself, she hooked her thumbs into the short skirt. Her hips wiggled as she wrestled the waist band down over her her pert bottom. The motion made her turn, unknowingly, so that she was side on to Culdonius and he got a full view of the round, yielding flesh of her ass as it slipped free of the skirts hold. The fabric flittered to the ground, leaving the busty, nubile blonde in only a pair of dainty, delicate panties. The young scientist's hand slipped into the fabric, as if it hand a mind of it's own and she moaned, closing her eyes as she let her mind fill with the sensation of the alien appendages running across her flawless, fair skin. "Oh, Mr. Culdinious! That feels good. What should I do?" She said, voice shuddering with pleasure.

A small, detached part of Melissa's mind, the scientist part, was still spinning it's wheels in her head and trying to come up with a best way to capture data. But the rest of her was taken up with holding onto her growing arousal with both hands. She worked more quickly, yet more clumsily at each of the remaining buttons, later she would realise that she had torn free in her haste. She threw off her labcoat, letting it crumple into a careless. Then she stopped. Self-conscious doubt floated up into her mind once again, and she had to work up the courage to slowly, incrementally peel the blouse off and let it fall. Reflexively she wrapped her arms over her bra, which, of course, caused her breasts to flatten and squish together in a most inticing manner. The research looked at the floor, smiling nervously and twisting one of her feet. But when she glanced back, she could see that great eye drinking her in, encouraging her, wanting her. So, let her arms fall and reached behind her to unhook her white bra. It fell away unceremoniously to reveal her breasts, which jiggled as gravity took hold. Each of her small, pink nipples stood erect and sensitive. Her tits were heavy, large and round with just enough firmness to maintain their delightful, pert shape. The stomach beneath them was flat and just toned enough to hint at the muscle beneath. "Would it help you to touch them?" She asked, niavely as she failed to resist the urge to squeeze them in her elegant, narrow fingers, pushing the pillowy flesh together a proving just how soft and supple she was. Her blonde hair fell like liquid gold over her shoulders and chest, framing her beautiful, flushed face as she gazed excited, but anxiously at the tentacle beast before her.

THE OLD WORLD IRON LEGACIES COMMUNITIES LEADERS DEFENSE MYSTICISM RELIGION FIRSTBORN BEASTS HORRORS

I'll be adding to this as we go. I'll keep it light, I have no intention of writing reems and reems of text about this stuff. On with the nerd stuff! Welcome to the Ironlands! BARRIER ISLANDS This long string of islands parallels the Ragged Coast. They are beautiful, but imposing. The slate-gray cliffs rise dramatically out of the water, topped by treeless moors. Waterfalls, fed by persistent rains, plunge over these cliffs into the raging sea. The winds are fierce and ever-present. In the winter, sleet, snow, and ocean mist can cut visibility to the length of one’s arm. The islands are sparsely populated by Ironlanders, mostly fisher-folk who brave the surrounding waters. Their settlements cling to narrow, rock-strewn shores or lie on high overlooks. At night, the dim lights of their fires and torches glimmer pitifully against the wild, storm-tossed sea. RAGGED COAST This coast is marked by massive fjords. It is a rugged land of snow-capped cliffs overlooking blue waters. Ironlander settlements are located at the head of the fjords in the shelter of narrow valleys. From there, both fisher-folk and raiders set sail. Their kin gather to see them off, laying wreaths of spruce in their wake. In the center of each settlement, at the front of the longhouse, a stack of runemarked river stones memorialize those who did not return—one stone for each of the lost. DEEP WILDS The Deep Wilds are a vast swath of ancient forest. The ground is a lush carpet of ferns and lichens. The gnarled branches are cloaked in hanging moss. The air is almost perpetually misty and wet. Unlike the bordering regions, heavy snow is rare here. Instead, there is the ceaseless patter of rain dripping from high boughs and the rush of river over rock. The air carries the earthy smells of damp and decay. A few Ironlanders live along the fringes of the Deep Wilds, taking advantage of the relatively temperate climate and abundant game. However, most avoid this region. This is a land of the firstborn, of monstrous beasts, of horrors that defy description. This is the world before humans. FLOODED LANDS This is a low-lying region of bogs, swamps, lakes, and slow-moving rivers. Near the coast, the water is salty and riddled with dead trees. Further north, the morass of forested wetlands and bogs is interspersed with rare patches of higher ground. Through it all, twisting rivers make their sluggish journey to the sea. The smell of these lands is rotten and dank. It is the smell of slow death. A few hardy Ironlanders live here in small settlements built atop hillocks, or in homes standing on stilts over the wetlands. Most fish and forage, making their way among the waterways on flat-bottomed boats propelled by long poles. Some dig through peat for bog iron—a cold, wet, grueling task. Travel is precarious here. One step has you on solid ground. The next sends you plunging through a thin layer of peat into a murky bog. Then, bony hands reach out to you, grasping, pulling. “Stay with me,” a voice whispers. “Stay with me here in the dark.” HAVENS This is an expansive region of forests, rivers, shrubland, and low hills. After an arduous journey, after untold losses, the first Ironlander settlers looked upon the Havens as a fresh start—a relative oasis in a fierce, uncaring land. It gave them hope. Years later, that hope is fading. Even within the Havens, there is little rest or safety. The winters are long. The harvests are never enough. Raiders strike without mercy. The thick woods, deep rivers and dark nights hold secrets and lurking horrors. Some say the Ironlands is a living thing, a malevolent spirit, intent on ridding itself of the human invaders. Slowly, season by season, year by year, it is succeeding. The Ironlander settlements in this region typically stand on hills or at the confluence of rivers. The buildings are made of wood, or sometimes stone, with roofs covered in turf. The central homes and communal structures are protected by an outer palisade fashioned from earth and wood. Outside these walls, from spring through autumn, farmers work the meager fields. In winter, the settlements are smothered by deep snow and oppressive gray clouds. HINTERLANDS This high terrain consists of a long string of forested hills. Isolated Ironlander settlements in this region serve primarily as bases for hunters and trappers. A few farmers do the best they can with the rocky soil, but the people depend mostly on meat, mushrooms, berries, and other bounties from the forest to sustain them during the long winters. Those winters are bitter and harsh. Snow gathers as deep as an Ironlander is tall, or more. Hunters, cloaked in heavy furs, wear snowshoes to navigate across the rough terrain. At night, they make camp. They drink and tell stories. They try to ward away the encroaching darkness with a blazing fire. They cast nervous glances at sounds just beyond the light. In the spring and summer, the melting snow feeds tumultuous rivers. The forests burst with rich life. But, always there is a chill in the air. Always there is a reminder of the coming winter. TEMPEST HILLS These highlands are defined by rugged hills and low mountains, thin conifer woods, and wide, grassy plateaus, leading up to the heights of the Veiled Mountains. Through most seasons, the constant ill-winds break against the sides of the hills, screeching and moaning. In the dead of winter, some say these winds carry the names of those fated to die during the long cold season. Nomadic Ironlanders live among the hills, herding livestock. In the spring and summer they move among high pastures. In the winter, they find some relief from the brutal weather in sheltered valleys. Others live in mining settlements, drawing iron ore from riverbeds and shallow digs. Their furnaces, sending up plumes of black smoke, convert the ore into wrought iron, which is sent south for trade with the Havens. VEILED MOUNTAINS Commonly referred to as the Veils, these great mountains mark the northern bounds of the settled lands. They are almost perpetually shrouded in cloud, snow, and mist. On the rare day they are visible to those Ironlanders far south in the Havens, the sight of the towering peaks is enough to inspire a mix of fear and awe. For a few, that feeling is a call rather than a warning. The Ironlanders who dwell here are mostly members of small mining communities. They seek fortunes in iron or silver, but often find only death in the endless, brutal cold. Even those who manage to eke out some sort of life among the Veils are sure to head south before the onset of winter. Before the long dark takes hold. SHATTERED WASTES To the north of the Veiled Mountains lies the Shattered Wastes, a plain of jagged, broken ice. No one knows the bounds of this land or what lies beyond. No Ironlanders dwell here, and only a handful have explored the passage into the Wastes through the Veils. Those who survived the journey returned with stories of unimaginable cold and things moving beneath the ice.

Yeah. So i've tried to scale it to the key stuff. There are basically three mechanics (shamelessly stolen from Ironsworn) 1. Moves: This won't be to relevant to the players side. It's basically just away for me to decide what to roll and when. You have 5 stats, but no skill lists or anything like that. Keeps it simple, but still gives you a way to feel unique. 2. Assets: These are things you'll be using to really declare "What makes me special". Assets can be Attributes (Keen senses, innocent face, rune casting, etc.), Items (a magic sword, a set of finely made lockpicks, your father's old banner) or Creatures (A pet, a familiar or even a companion). The idea being that should the asset be relevant to your task, it'll modify the rolls on my side but also bring a nice piece of flavour. You'll be able to earn more and upgrade/change existing Assets as you earn XP (XP is more a currency here than a progress bar). Assets are free form, you decide what they are, there will be guidance for this in the club and I'll be happy to help. 3. The Tracks: Kind of splits into another 3. Spirit (Stress/Mental Strain), Health (How injured or hurt you are) and Supply (A nice abstraction that saves on overly specific inventory/money tracking.) Progress Tracks: A simple system for tracking things like journeys, battles, exploration, etc. First we decide the difficulties, successdul actions on your part will fill that progress track. It means we can keep it narrative focused without counting miles per day or monster HP. It's remarkably elegant. Oaths: This is a big one, this is how you the player direct the narrative. When you swear a solemn oath on a piece of Black Iron (AkA: Star Metal), we create a progress track. The grander and more difficult the oath, the longer it will take to fulfill and thus the more dangerous it will be, but this is where you XP will come from. It's also nice, because it's a constant reminder to both me and you as to what you are trying to accomplish. It's all about simplicity and fiction-first roleplay. The dice, the numbers and the trackers will only supplement and enrich the narrative. (I realise there's no mention of lewdity in this explanation, but you might see how the mechanics might effect or be effected by the that kind of encounter.) Hope this doesn't bore you to tears, let me know if anything isn't clear and if you're still interested.

Name: Kara “Special-K” Silvia (WIP) Stats HP: 50/50 Euro Bucks: $200 Intelligence: 5 Will: 5 Cool: 5 Reflexes: 7 Dexterity: 9 Tech: 9 Movement: 6 Body: 5 Humanity: 5 Role: Media Skills Life Path Equipment Cyberware Family Motivations Life Events

Melissa's blush deepened further, but the dilation of her pupils and the increase in her breathing whispered the effect his words had. When he said "If you want to help with that of course, I shouldn't assume a beautiful female such as yourself would see anything in an old, what I assume most of your kind would describe as a monster." She could have been knocked down by a feather. Her heart leapt in her chest as he shifted back and she stepped forward. She tried to control her voice, but when she spoke there was something subtley, hungry in her tone "I think you're fascinating. If you think I could help, then, I think i'd like too." For the first time in her life, she suddenly hated her niavety. Her virginity was long lost, but her experience could only really be called shallow. She looked at the big creature, eyes tracking the gentle writhing of his appendages and then falling into his eye. She had no idea what to do, she felt stupid and frozen, but she wanted to show that she wanted to help. She wanted him to know that she wanted too. So, she bit her bottom limp, the pert flesh flexing beneath the straight, white teeth and lifted a trembling, fumbling hand to the topmost button of her blouse. "I- I want to help. I want to..." her voice trailed off, self-conscious anxiety constricted her throat. But she worked the button until it released. The pale, pillowy flesh of her breast jiggled as the blouse's hold grew looser. The white fabric of her lacey bra peaking through the new space. She felt her heart thumping in her chest and it seemed so loud that she half convinced herself that he would hear it. "Mr. Culdinious, I'd really like to help. But I'm not sure how, would you-" She swallowed, eyes fixed on his singular orb. "Would you show me?"