Neptune

@Angela Daring By Origin I mean where they they originate from. A character can be an Ashaean citizen, but have originally been born in the United States. That's their origin.

Diomedes felt his cock twitch and vibrate harder at the sweet words that slipped from her lips, and his hips unconsciously began to rock forward to thrust his cock in and out of her, even as his hands continued to gently move her up and down. He chuckled softly into her ear, “Such a good girl…” He purred, before he said, “All delusions have been stripped from you Sophia. You have no filter. You are saying what you mean. What you desire. You desire to let me use your body for my pleasure, to fill you with my seed and bastard child. It’s what you’re craving for…” He pushed his cock deeper up into her, causing his cum to slosh around in her womb, “You desire to do that with the millions of men across the island. To fill your aching hole with their cocks and to moan as you feel their cum gushing into you. To make you carry and birth child, after child… you could make so much money… charge people to fuck you. Charge people for the chance to breed with you. You’re an oddity, Sophia. Use that to your advantage.” He then whispered into her ear, as he could read her thoughts and her flash concerns regarding the child that she was no doubt carrying. She was wrong, of course, if Diomedes new about his children he often tried to help the best that he could providing that he was even able to. He thought of himself as a good parent, although he had not had any children in quite a while. But at the very mention of abortion, it caused a coil of disgust to grip his gut, and to fill his mouth with a bitter taste. That was one of the things he definitely disliked about humans; the fact that they aborted otherwise perfectly healthy living beings. But then humans couldn’t see what he could. And his prejudice was understandable, given an understanding of him. But if humans wants to keep slaughtering their own, then who was he to stop them? Diomedes then suddenly pulled his cock out of her, holding her in the air as he watched his cum erupted from the depths of her pussy to spill into the floor below. He looked down her shoulder to see her stomach deflating until it was back to its flat, taunt state. Not bothering to say anything to her, he shifted her back against him, and dropped her down onto his cock again so that he slid back up inside of her to fill her pussy with the length of his cock. He then moved his arms, slipping them further forward so that Sophia’s knees were caught by his elbow. With her being so small, more than a food smaller than he was, he wanted to give her a good view of things. His hands moved up to her head, in front of her shoulders before he underlocked his fingers forcing Sophia to bend forward and her head to jerk forwards so that she was looking down her body to see his cock lodged fully inside of her pussy. She could see just how stretched out her pussy was. She could see his balls resting against the lips of her pussy which was by how very red from the furious fucking that she had already gotten. Her legs were hooked up over his arms, so that she found herself locked in place and unable to move as she was being forced to look at the point where their bodies were linked together. Once she was in the position that he wanted, Diomede began to thrust his cock into her, pulling the vibrating length out of her body so that she could look at the glistening length of vibrating flesh before it sank back inside of her. He started off much like before, with a slow but firm pace. He wanted her to have a good look at her destroyed pussy and the cock that had destroyed it. He wanted to fuck her, and then force her to watch as he filled her with his seed. His thrusts sped up a little as his hips jerked forwards, thrusting his cock deep into her body and even making her stomach bulge slightly each time the length of rock hard, vibrating flesh sank into her body.

“I don’t know, have you been a good boy?” Thaene asked in a tease as he gave Karma another firm spank on his jiggly arse. He switched the leash to the other hand as he pulled back on it to pull Karma closer to him before tilting the bottle and allowing for some of the clear liquid to pour into his mouth. After a few moments he stopped pouring before taking a large gulp himself. It made his nose tingle in a pleasant manner, and for his stomach to burn as the liquid settled. He lowered the bottle slightly, but still held it in his hand because he was going to keep drinking from it as he fucked Karma, and force feed him some of it as well. He reached down with the hand that was holding the leash, grabbing one of Karma’s fleshy globes before yanking him up so that his arse was one again in the air. With ease, Thaene lined his cock up with Karma’s freshly fucked hole before sliding his dick inside. He was able to get himself balls deep in a single thrust, an action that caused him to close his eyes and to sigh in pleasure as it felt so good to have Karma’s arse wrapped around his cock like this. He kept himself there for a few moments, relishing the feeling before he pulled back on the leash to force Karma backwards. It made the fox boys arse press into his dick harder, so that Thaene was more solidly planted inside of him. The human then began to thrust against Karma, with slow solid thrusts but quickly picking up the pace so that he was slamming his hips against Karma’s delicious arse. He grinned widely as he took another swig of the alcohol, although this time he drank down several mouthfuls. The drugs and the alcohol that he had already consumed had altered his perceptions and making the vodka an easier drink to handle in larger quantities. He knew he was bound to have a hangover tomorrow but right now, he didn’t care. He had good drugs, good alcohol and some very, very good company. He pulled back the bottle, gasping slightly but never stopping the relentless pace of his thrusts. He pulled back the leash even more, forcing Karma’s head up as he ordered, “Drink!” Before he brought the bottle up to Karma’s lips to pour a generous amount down his throat as he wanted to make sure that Karma was just as wasted as he was. His hips were pounding against Karma, slamming his cock balls deep into his delicious arse, wanting to make Karma moan and, if he was especially lucky, scream as he was getting ploughed from behind.

Hello, and welcome to EcchiDreams it's good to see you here. If you have any questions, or need any help please don't hesitate to contact a member of staff.

With my old brothel I had a female owner... because she was one of the working girls. But she was the Top Lady, and thus the most expensive prostitute in the place xD

Ohh~ I like the idea of you RPing an origin story for this brothel :D

It would be a good idea to do an extra information to let everyone know what the place is like. I'm more than happy to help you if you need/want it.

My character Thaene is likely to be a customer for a brothel xD He has no qualms about paying prostitutes for sex. Perhaps Kaylaen as well. So if you do establish a brothel those are potential customers.

And there's nothing stopping you from establishing one outright.

Heya Angela! Aura's quite right; there would be no problem with a bunny girl moving to Blackberry Falls. They would only prevent her if she has a Criminal history (Although for things like prostitution and such they might look over that since it's legal to them). But it's a city more concerned with meritocracy. There are currently no brothels established in the story at the moment, other than perhaps NPC ones. There used to be one, years ago, but due to lack of interest I stopped bothering with it. One would advise completely against going around the Promiscuous Palace. It isn't a brothel. That's the home of one of my characters, Diomedes, and he is protecting the property because there's something nasty hidden inside that will cause a lot of problems if it got out. But it didn't use to be like that, it was called that because it was owned by Tripp who is very well known for being promiscuous. Although the property is on UFFian land so inaccessible without crossing the border.

Hello and welcome to EcchiDreams! It's good to see you here in our little community. I hope you're able to find the roleplays that you're hungry for. If you need any help, or just have any questions, please don't hesitate to contact a member of staff.

Location: Lydia’s home Time: 20:12 When Luck suggested that she go and relax, Lydia smiled and nodded, “Alright. Call me if you need any help. I will grab a glass of orange juice first, though.” She said as she went over to a cupboard in the corner, pulling down a clean glass. She went over to the fridge, putting the glass down on the surface before opening her fridge and pulling out a carton of smooth orange juice, as she couldn’t stand the one with the bits in it. She poured herself a glass before she put the carton back and closed the fridge door. She picked up her glass before saying, “Good luck…” She then left the kitchen and made her way to her study. The word ‘Relax’ meant something completely different to her, than it did other people. When most people hear it, they think of sitting down with a nice drink and perhaps watching television. To Lydia however, she found her work relaxing. And she found her hobby of history to be relaxing. So while Luck was cooking, she could spend the time finishing the work she had been doing at the University before she had left to pick up Luck. One of her work colleagues, one of her friends, often teased Lydia and told her that it was no wonder Lydia couldn’t find a guy to settle down with because she spent too much time working. But Lydia didn’t really care. She loved her work. It was her passion. Right now, settling down and having a family wasn’t exactly on the forefront of her mind. It was secondary to her passion right now. She had no doubt that, that attitude might shift in the future but for now, she was content and happy. But rather uncomfortable in her clothes. When Lydia got to the study, she put her drink down on the desk before she left the room and went upstairs the stairs which curved in on themselves so that she was on the landing. There was a single door to her left, and two on the right wall. The one on the very end of the landing which slightly open to reveal a bathroom. She went through the door on the left, which opened up into the Master bedroom where she had a double bed up against the left wall, neatly made with the covers drawn to the end of the bed to air it out. Directly to the right of the door was a small chest of drawers, with wardrobe doors covering most of the right wall stopping at a door which lead into the ensuite bathroom. On the wall directly opposite the chest of drawers was a vanity table with a large mirror. Lydia closed the bedroom door before she opened up her wardrobe to think about what to wear. Usually she would throw on some loungewear when she got home, however she had a guest and she couldn’t be that sloppy around him. So she picked out a pair of smart looking black trousers and a dark red long sleeved jumper. She stripped herself of her outer clothing before changing into her new clothes before she sat down at her vanity table and brushed her hair to make it neat again. Once she had finished, she put the comb away before she stood up and left her bedroom to return to the study. When she entered the study, she went to close the door, but she didn’t do it fully leaving a bit of a gap so she could hear when Luck called her. She then sat down at her desk and booted up her computer. While waiting for that to happen, she swung around in her seat and picked up the folder and files she had abandoned earlier before taking them over to the cabinet and putting them away. She then pulled down another folder before returning to the desk and sitting back down, logging into her computer and connecting herself to the network at the University to gain access to the paper that she had been writing. After taking a moment to orient herself, her fingers began to tap at her keyboard as she immersed herself in her work.

Silvina moaned softly when David obeyed by putting his hands on her breasts and moving them around, stimulating the globes of flesh. She felt her nipples harden even more, and she closed her eyes for a moment as she enjoyed the feeling of his hands moving her breasts around. She found herself slipping off of the desk so that she was on his lap, “Mmm~ David~” She moaned breathlessly. She could feel her pussy beginning to throb, as she really liked having her breasts played with and it was one of the quick ways to really turn her on. She was being filled with more desire; she wanted David. Her slim hands moved down to his trousers, feeling their way across the material until she found the button and zip that hid his treasure from her. She undid it as quickly as she could, allowing his hard cock to spring free, still clothed in his underwear. Silvina pressed her hand against the hot, hard flesh through the material and began to rub him. After a few moments, though, she pulled her hand away before she reached up and took hold of his wrists. She gave him a rather cheeky smile, as she pulled his hands away from her bra. She let go of him before reaching behind her and undoing the clip of her bra, which was audible in the quiet room. She then hunched her shoulders, allowing the straps to fall down her arms to her elbows before she slipped it off entirely and threw the article of clothing behind her, revealing the entirety of her breasts to him, including her nipples which gave him clear signals that she was as excited as he was. She then took his wrists into her grip again and pressed them up against her breasts, letting out a soft moan as she looked at him with heavy-lidded, seductive eyes, “Keep playing with them, David… don’t be afraid to use your mouth, either.” She encouraged him, before her hand went back down between her legs to stroke along the length of his cock as she arched her back into his hands.

Thaene was left panting hard as he was recovering from his orgasm, unable to move or even talk for a few moments. When he felt Karma shift, he raised his head slightly, his grey eyes watching as Karma stumbled and caught himself on the edge of the chair. Thaene wanted to steady him, but couldn’t find the energy to move just yet. He allowed the fox boy to pull him up off of the chair, his own legs trembling for a moment before they seemed to regain their rigidity. He followed Karma over to the bed, and when the fox boy got onto the bed with his lovely perky arse in the air, he couldn’t help but to admire the perfect globes of flesh with the freshly fucked hole between them. He then blinked when Karma suddenly got off the bed as if he had a sudden idea. Thaene turned and watched as his lover went over to the closet to pull down a collar with a leash. Thaene’s cock twitched slightly. Was he really going to do what Thaene thought he was? “I… can’t imagine as to why that is.” Thaene commented almost mildly in a slightly sarcastic manner. He definitely knew why Karma’s customers loved doing that, and Thaene couldn’t wait to be the next one that did. He took the leash from the other male, along with the sexy little collar. He reached forward, drawing it around Karma’s neck and securing it in place. He then held the leash and smirked down at Karma, “Get onto the bed, on all fours. I’ll be back in a moment.” Thaene ordered before he let the leash drop from his fingers before he went back into the living room. He picked up one of the bottles of vodka, since he really needed a drink right now and I gathered he could also force Karma to drink some, too. Although he doubted that he actually needed to for Karma to do anything like that. He was much of a partier as Thaene was. He returned to the bedroom, unscrewing the top before taking a gulpful of the fiery liquid. He wiped his mouth before coming over and taking up the leash again although he transferred to the the hand that was already holding the bottle of vodka before he gave Karma a very firm spank on the arse, loving the way that it jiggled enticingly from the impact, “Damn, your arse is just so fine. It’s just made for pleasing.” He said, glad to note that his erection had remained fully raging despite the intense orgasm.

When his orgasm wound down to its conclusion, Diomedes kept himself firmly planted where he was, as he was panting softly from its intensity. His grip on her shoulders did lesson slightly before he moved her hands to grip her under her shoulders and pull her back up against his chest so that she was no longer lying on the table. Using enough pressure from his telekinesis, he held her there as he took hold of her legs from behind her knees. With his strength, she seemed to weigh no more than a piece of paper, which allowed him to easily begin moving her up and down his shaft. He this this in a rather slow, measured place allowing the vibrations of his cock do the work for him, to make her sing her sweet moans again. Her head was against his chest, her ear quite close to his lips. He let out a soft chuckle before asking in a taunt, “What’s wrong, Sophia? Out for the count already? You’ll need to do better than this if you want to please anyone.” He used his telekinesis to move her hands so that they were pressed against her distended stomach that made her look heavily pregnant as if she was already pregnant with his child. He continued to thrust her up and down in a slow fashion, using his grip from behind the knees of her spread open legs as he controlled the pace at which she was bouncing up and down his cock. She was rested against his strong chest, allowing her to somewhat relax. Or at least as much as she could with his monster vibrating cock still buried deep inside of her body, the vibrations penetrating deep as the plug that his cock made prevented any cum from being able to escape her, allowing her to feel her distended stomach. “How does it feel to be pregnant, Sophia? How does it feel to have our bastard child inside of you?” Diomedes asked, his voice dropping to a mere whisper. He then smirked before commenting, “Such a slut. The first time a cock enters you, you get pregnant. And you begged for it. Begged you to fill you with my cum, and begged me to grant you a gift of Life.” He wasn’t worried about her dying, because he knew that should she reach close to that point he could bring her back. He had that healing device that Santrin had delivered to him earlier that day. He could have as much fun with her as he wanted. His mind was still in a state of sexual berserk, driving him to keep fucking her until he was completely spent. He wasn’t sure how long that would even be, but his cock was still raging and still aching for more but he was teasing not only her, but himself as he gently fucked her on his rock hard cock. There would be time enough to get back to the violent fucking.

I suppose I should fill in the blanks of how I ended up being in the position where Temaelrin added me... although my origin story is not as detailed as his xD I came to roleplaying through a very different route. I was never one to hang around on chat rooms. It just... wasn't my thing. I was, however, an avid reader. When I was younger, I was also a bit of an anime fan at the time. My favourite one being Naruto but there were some other cartoons that I absolutely adored such as Xiaolin Showdown that absolutely fired up my imagination. So in the year of 2006 during my final year of school, I set up a FanFiction account where I began to write stories because the creative writing bug had really gotten to me. I did stories that covered numerous shows and even books such as the Inheritance Cycle. But then when I left school, and started to attend a Sixth form college, my writing tastes began to change. I discovered the joys of yaoi, and I absolutely loved it. I started to want to write Naruto yaoi stories which weren't really appropriate for my rather PG Fanfiction account... so I created a second one where I started to publish story after story throughout my college years. I'm not going to say what my account was, since that's all old examples of my stories and some of them are pretty embarrassing. Although it is a very good measurement to see how I improved from the first story I published to the very last. I don't use it nowadays; I just don't have the interest anymore. I suppose if anyone is really that interested, they can ask me what the account was and I'll point you towards it. But, the account became very popular and I became one of those semi-famous people within the Naruto Yaoi community. The most popular story on the account, which I had written with a friend, amassed almost 2000 reviews which back then was a massive, massive deal xD It was weird that people would get all excited when they spoke to me through PM, or when I wrote a review on their own story. In my second year of college, one of the authors I had regular contact with on the site, added me to MSN and we started talking more frequently. She introduced me to more authors and this is where my roleplaying started, since we picked one of the characters from Naruto and then rolled with it. I picked Deidara since, at the time, he was my favourite character. It was fun, at first, and Deidara hooked up with the Sasori of the group and became a 'couple'... until a few weeks later when it came to light that Sasori was 'cheating'... Oh boy that created a massive drama within the group and I pulled away with my first friend who had become like a sister to me who played Hidan, along with our 'big sister' who played Konan. We decided to set up our own group and everyone in the old one abandoned the person playing Sasori who was adamant in remaining in charge... until everyone had moved to our club and they reluctantly followed and decided to play Sasuke instead. I don't think they ever forgave us for our mutiny and stealing all of the group members away from her. Overtime we got more members, and we grew in size and it was fun. I loved it. But, there was always something... lacking about it. It was mostly people just talking to one another in a large group chat window in MSN. Some of the members often did more private roleplays but I was never really able to find someone that would do that with me. Overtime the group began getting a bit fractured and drifting apart from one another. I ended up only interacting with a few of the members, most of them being much, much older than I was. Although, these days, I don't have contact with anyone from this group. I can't remember the site we used, but it was some kind of primitive forum which would allow for me to write longer posts without the text restriction of instant messengers. But, unfortunately, none of the other members were too interested in doing anything really that serious so I was left with the desire for serious roleplay but no one to do it with. It was quite frustrating. Now, back to the club. Due to RP events, someone had decided to Neko-fy my character and I came the Master of the Neko's in the group. It's how my Bebo name came to be "SmexyNekoMaster"... and thus it was how @Temaelrin added me. I remember at first, I didn't really know what to think when I saw his friend request. I looked at his profile and saw that he was after friends and looking for some serious roleplay. At that point, I was damn starved for it so I decided 'Fuck it' and accepted. I still remember his first words to me on MSN... "BRB having a smoke" with that cigarette emote at the end. It's something we both laugh about today. We got to talking, and we got to know each other and I felt that we hit it off really nicely. I really liked him, right from the offset. As Temaelrin said in his previous post, he explained about his ex and I pointed out what he had been doing wrong since I was a rather objective viewer in the situation. Granted, I had never actually been in a relationship at that point, but I knew that this relationship he had was toxic and shouldn't be allowed to continue. Truthfully, Temaelrin is my first relationship and most likely my last. We've been together for almost ten years now. Then we got down to the roleplaying, and I was finally happy to have found a serious RP partner that was willing to learn from me and willing to test himself. I am so glad that I convinced him to convert to a more story format, because oh boy there was a hidden diamond inside of that rough. When I think about how he used to RP, and how he does now, it makes me feel exceptionally proud of Temaelrin. I remember at first with EcchiDreams, I wasn't actually too active but then I started getting into roleplaying and I've stuck like glue ever since, RPing with not just Temaelrin but others too although Temaelrin has always remained my main partner in crime. Then, of course, I was given the position of Roleplay Administrator and I picked that up and ran with it xD I turned their humble little High School into a University, and from there into a full blown city. It's my signature RP setting, along with a couple of others; Craethiel Kingdom (Adventure/Medieval), Andromeda (Sci-Fi) and Utopian Curse (Survival/Mystery). Creathiel represents the past events, Blackberry the current, and Andromeda is the future. Utopian Curse is more of a spin-off RP. Just read Temaelrin's for the other history since for us it's pretty much the same. So, now you know how I got into RPing xD It was a little longer than I expected but I hope you enjoyed the ramble lol

Thaene matched Karma thrust for thrust, slamming his hips upwards as the fox boy slammed himself down, making the thrust of his rock hard cock deep inside of Karma even harder. So intense was his concentration on the movement of his hips, he was startled when his cheeks were grabbed before he was being kissed passionately, allowing him to feel Karma’s moans vibrating along his tongue. His hands gripped Karma’s hips tightened, the kiss only spurring his thrusts on harder rather than slowing him down. He loved the feeling of Karma’s hot arsehole wrapped tightly around the shaft of his cock. He could fuck it for days on end and still want more. When the kiss broke, Thaene gasped for air as the passionate kiss had robbed him of breath. He was sweating slightly by now, not only from the effects of the drugs, but from the intense effort he was putting into fucking Karma hard. His mind then froze when Karma uttered his words. No one had ever referred to him as ‘Master’ before, and at first he wasn’t sure how to take it. He then pictured Karma standing in front of him wearing the cutest little black collar, and he felt himself twitch slightly. Karma looked so damn hot in his mind’s eye, wearing a collar like that. He was so turned on by it, that he was quickly reaching his peak again. His thrusts became erratic as he used his hands to pin Karma in close allowing him to take control and to really hammer his cock into Karma in a furious pace. He gritted his teeth as he poured every ounce of effort into fucking Karma. “Uh~ Fuck.” He grunted before white hot pleasure flashed through his mind as he was thrown off the cliff into orgasmic bliss. He pinned Karma down onto him as he pushed his hips up into Karma’s arse to bury his cock in the fox boy as deep as possible. He grunted again as his cock began to throb in powerful pulses down his shaft. His cum streamed out of the tip of his cock up into Karma’s hot and welcoming arse as it felt as if he was being sucked out through the tip of his cock. His eyes closed as a tremor ran through his slim frame before he gasped as the pleasure reached its peak before slowly beginning to calm down, leaving his body tingling from the after-effects of an incredibly powerful orgasm.

At her words, Diomedes felt a twitch of sharp arousal that shot through him like a spear. The vibrations of his cock almost went out of control from how turned on he was. His hips became even faster, surely bruising her backside with the force that he was slamming into her. He even let out a few grunts from how hard he was fucking her, and how good it felt to have her destroyed pussy wrapped around his cock, pulling him into her welcoming, desirable body. His mind had almost gone blank from how driven he was to fuck her furiously and to use her body to get off. He cared little for her own pleasure. He only cared for his own, and the urge to fill her with his fertile seed. If she was ovulating, then the chances of her walking away pregnant were almost assured and that thought was driving him wild. His hands moved to her shoulders, gripping onto them tightly as his claws dug into her flesh. He pulled back against him, to force his cock even deeper into her womb to completely fill it with his shaft as if her womb was nothing more than an extension of her pussy. To him there was almost no distinction anymore. If she did become pregnant, then giving birth was bound to be easier due to his violent intrusion into her womb with his monster sized cock. ‘You want my baby, huh? Well then… since you’ve been such a good girl...’ Diomedes purred into her mind. He could feel himself reaching the edge again, every instinct screaming at him to fill her up. He tried to hold back as much as he could, to make it sweeter when he finally had that release. His hips became more erratic, driving his cock as deep inside of her as he possibly could, not caring of he caused her pleasure or pain. He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold back with all his mind, but like a slippery fish it escaped his grasp. His mind went completely blank, awash of a lustful pleasure as his orgasm peaked. His hips slammed forward, his arms straining to pull her back as far as possible to make sure that his cock reached its maximum depth inside of her. A rippling growl escaped his lips as his violently vibrating cock expanded and contracted inside of her as cum travelled from the base of his cock up to the tip. The thick ropes of cum erupted from the pointed tip of his cock to spill into her womb. The stream seemed never-ending as it continued pumping load after load of his cum into her, filling her with fertile cum that would find any egg there and impregnate her with their bastard Daedric child. His legs trembled slightly from the force of his orgasm, but the urge to keep himself firmly implanted inside of Sophia over-rode any weakness from muscles giving out.

I've finally posted an intro post for Kaylaen. I'm hoping there will be a character that comes along that will help Kaylaen realise his dream of owning his own restaurant but he's completely open to other interactions. His profile for reference.

Location: Lydia’s home Time: 20:11 Lydia smiled back at Luck before she lead him over to a door in the garage. To the left of the door, there were a couple of fridges, along with a chest freezer. Beyond that, was what seemed to be where she took care of her washing, with a washing machine and a tumble dryer. Lydia pulled out her keys again before unlocking the door and leading the way into a small study. Taking up most of the space to the right was a large desk that curved out across both walls on either side of it. It had a computer, with a large monitor in the very centre. On either side of it were other pieces of hardware such as a scanner, and a printer. The desk was very neat, and very organised without a single speck of dust. On the wall to the left was a large cabinet that held dozens of coloured folders and files that were clearly her University materials. Lydia went over to the desk and put the files she was carrying down onto the work surface, “I’ll just leave these here.” She said, more to herself than to Luck. She then lead the way through another door which was opposite the door in which they had entered the study from. They were in a hallway, with a set of twin glass panel doors before them. One of the doors was open, showing a neat living room behind them with a comfortable set of arm chairs with a reading lamp between them. There was also another cabinet that could be seen, with books and figurines lining the shelves. Lydia turned to the left and started down the hall. Directly to their left, was a door that lead to a small room that under under a set of stairs that curved upwards to the first floor. Directly in front of them was a square arch that lead into the dining room which had a round wooden table with four chairs tucked underneath it. In the centre of the table, was a lace doily with a fruit bowl sitting on top of it. They were also able to see a set of sliding french doors that lead into a conservatory and from there, into a nicely decorated garden that was filled with various flowers. At that point, the hallway took a right turn to another closed door in front of them beyond another arch. The closed door had a lock on it, suggesting that it was a toilet. The second arch lead into the kitchen, where Lydia took Luck into. It was a medium sized room with dark wood cabinets and a black granite work surface. There was an oven at the far end of the room, with an extraction above it. There was a fridge freezer sitting next to the door, with a dishwasher opposite it. There was also another door that lead out into the garden, opposite the entrance arch. Next to the dishwasher was a double sink which was sitting in front of the window that overlooked the garden, with a curved tap that could be moved from one impression to the other. She turned to Luck with a smile, “So this is it… feel free to look through the cupboards. I don’t have anything cheeky in there, so don’t worry.” Location: The Wolfae and unnamed bar. Date: Christmas day @23:40 Kaylaen let out a sigh as he pulled off his pristine white, holding the material crumbled in his hand as he stared almost blankly at his reflection in the mirror before him. Dark, black eyes stared blankly back at him, before his gaze flickered upwards to his slightly messy black hair, ruffled in the act of removing his hand. Absently, he reached up with one hand and flattened it so that it was in some semblance of order. It was pointless, since he needed to walk home in the freezing cold wind, but he did it nonetheless. He lowered his arm again as he peered at more of his reflection, noting his handsome features that gave him a rather serious, if not intense look with slightly angled eyes and sharp neat eyebrows that were quite expressive with his moods. His lips were were formed, but thin. And like his eyebrows, it was quite reactive to his emotions. His favourite feature, though, was the flick of his nose giving him a rather distinct appearance. He knew his mother had not had that kind of nose, so he could only conclude that it came from his father. His eyes went lower to his half open chefs jacket. Underneath, he was wearing a long sleeved plain black top. Sitting on top of it, was the necklace that her mother had given him in her Will. It was made from pure gold and was in the same of a tree, with the delicate chain linked to the very top of the branches. The tree had a thick trunk, which had an hourglass etched into the metal, before the trunk drew out into roots. It was an unusual design, but Kaylaen liked it. It was one of the few things left from his mother that he was going to keep. His eyes then wondered even lower, noting not for the last time at just how skinny he was. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t put on any weight nor muscles. He was strong, though, stronger than some of his work colleagues that had muscles three times the size of his. A fact that rather pleased him, because it meant that people often underestimated his physical strength. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans that hugged him pretty tightly, and he had a white belt that stood out in stark contrast with his black top. He was brought out of his reverie when someone gave him a pat on the back, and a voice said, “Oi. Don’t just stand there gaping at yourself. We want to fuck off home!” Kaylaen glanced over his shoulder at a much taller man with blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. He was Edward, one of Kaylaen’s fellow chefs that he worked with. A rather laid back guy who didn’t let things trouble him, but he was a good worker in the kitchen and an amazing cook. Kaylaen shrugged out of his chef jacket, “Yeah, yeah let me just get my shit.” He said, as he rolled up the jacket along with the hat before throwing it into the washing basket closeby. He went into his locker, picking out his phone, wallet and keys before stuffing them into his trouser pockets. He then pulled out a white jacket that went to mid-thigh before slipping it on. He closed the locked the locker before turning and following Edward down the corridor to the back door of the restaurant where the manager was waiting for them. The moment they stepped outside, the manager closed and locked up before bidding them a goodnight. Kaylaen left his work colleagues and walked off down the lamp-lit street which rained pale light down on him as he walked along the icy pathway. The snow crunched beneath his shoes, but he paid it no mind. He tugged the coat closer to him as he shivered, as a breath of ice wind breathed past him bringing with it a sharp chill. While most people hated to work during the day of Christmas, Kaylaen had welcomed the chance. This was his first Christmas alone, and he had no desire to remain at home for the entire day. He wanted to be active in doing something. Besides, he was trying to save up money so the double pay was very welcome indeed. He still hadn’t managed to sell his mother’s house, and he was beginning to feel a little depressed about it, since he needed the money to be able to fulfill his promise to his mother. He was taking what money he could, and even did a few odd jobs for his friends in exchange for extra cash. He rarely bought anything for himself anymore, past the basic necessities of life. But he was hoping that this would all be worth it in the end. He came to a sudden stop, his eyes drawn to a bar that was still open at this time of the night. His eyes were drawn to a sign that said that they were going to be open until two in the morning, obviously taking advantage of people celebrating christmas. Kaylaen thought for several moments, considering. He knew the bus he needed to catch ran until three in the morning, although only once every hour after midnight. Tonight was going to be no exception to that, so he could remain at the bar and do some drinking before heading home. He was tired, but he was also in the mood for something hard to drink and he wasn’t sure what he had at home, if anything. He didn’t often go out to bars, and he would try and keep spending to a minimum, but after a long day and the emotional strain that this day brought for him, he felt that he needed it. With a slight shrug, Kaylaen entered the bar to find that it was relatively full of patrons. Most of them were already very far gone in drink. There was even one group in the corner that were singing Christmas songs, although most of the words were slurred and they sounded like drowning puppies. Still, everyone took their terrible singing in a hearty light and some even cheered on the conclusion of one song before they droned into the next. Kaylaen moved over to the bar and slipped into a free stool. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket, as one of the bartenders glanced at him while he was pouring a drink. Kaylaen took that as a silent ‘I’ll be with you in a moment’ and waited patiently. Sure enough, as soon as the bartender had finished serving a couple, he came over to Kaylaen and asked, “What is it you want?” During the few moments Kaylaen had been waiting, he had considered what he wanted, and thus immediately responded, “Whiskey, please. No ice.” The man nodded and moved away as Kaylaen watched as he took out a small whiskey glass before pouring from a bottle. The man placed the glass down on the table and Kaylaen handed him over a ten dollar bill. The bartender took it and exchanged it for a few coins in change which he handed back with a, “Enjoy the drink, and Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas.” Kaylaen responded automatically before picking up his drink quickly and taking a small sip to avoid having to say anything else. The liquid was at room temperature and he was immediately hit with the hard, smoky taste. He rolled it around his tongue for a moment before touching it to the roof of his mouth to allow him to taste the even more subtle flavours before he swallowed down. He let out a breath through his nose, which brought the taste back up, before he stared down into the dark amber-coloured liquid in his glass. He rested his arms on the bar, swirling his drink around slightly as thoughts continued to worm their way into his head. He tried to shut them out, and ignore them to become mesmerised by the whiskey. But he couldn’t help but wish that today hadn’t gone the way it had. He had enjoyed his work, but his wish that he had spent the day with his mother outstripped that enjoyment, because it hampered his happiness. He took another, larger sip from the glass, hoping that the alcohol would stop the stream of thoughts.

The more Sophia accepted her role, the more excited Diomedes became. This was the secret desire that her heart had always craved, yet her mind had placed restrictions on her, preventing her from becoming who she wanted to be. He had come along, and torn those restrictions from her mind by force, laying bare her desires and forcing her to confront them. He had stripped her mind of all and any delusions, forcing her to see the truth in her desires. The truth that her mind had denied her. The most ironic thing about this entire situation was that she had never wanted to let her parents down, and she wanted to keep that promise to them. But it was perhaps that promise that ultimately lead to what happened to her and her family. Because Sophia had been forced to hide who she really was, she found secret outlets where she tried to satisfy her desire while keeping her promise. It brought the notice of the wrong kinds of people to her. So in trying to keep her promise, she had gotten her parents killed. He kept her pinned to the table as his hips violently rutted against her, slamming his huge vibrating cock deep into her unprotected womb. After he was done with her, it would be hard for her to find a cock that would satisfy her like his did. He hoped that, with her newly awakened desire, she would find herself trying to fuck as many people as she could to try and find satisfaction. He had seen the way people looked at her when she was on stage performing. He had seen the fact that Sophia had noticed, and liked it. It was cruel for her to strut about on stage, wearing the clothes she did and driving them wild only to yank back from them what they wanted. He had been very honest when he said that she had a body for pleasing. A body that begged to be fucked raw. A body that begged to be impregnated. That thought made his cock vibrate even harder, especially if she was getting pregnant from so many men that none of her children had the same father as one another. To him, that was the ultimate level of sluttiness and it sent a powerful pang of arousal through him. While keeping his hand against her back, he leaned down slightly which allowed him to get a better angle to thrust his hips harm into hre backside. He pulled his other hand off of the table, landing a spank down on her arse that was loud enough to be heard through her moans, as it echoed around the room. It also left a bright red welt on her arse that was visible even with her darker skin. He then pulled her back within that lucid dream, showing her more visions and sensations. This time, she could see herself riding reverse cowgirl on a nameless, and faceless man while he was sat upon what seemed to be a red sofa. Her legs were spread wide, her feet firmly planted on the sofa on each side of his legs. Her hands were planted on his chest as she was bouncing up and down on his cock, which was larger than average for a human. It was rock hard and plunging into what felt like her cum filled pussy. His hands were wrapped around her chest, roughly grabbing at her tits and playing with them, his fingers pinching and rolling her rock hard nipples which felt more sensitive to the touch. If she looked up, she would notice that there was a mirror in front of them, and she could see that her stomach was heavily distended with pregnancy, and this complete stranger was fucking her pregnant pussy. She would have no idea who was the father of the baby, but it was very likely that the man she was bouncing up and down on, was not the father. When he snapped her back, he growled into her mind, ‘Let them make the ultimate slut out of you. Let them fill you with their seed. Let them force you to carry their children. Even if you know not of their names, or even remember their faces. You will be happily carrying their child within your womb.’ He kept the link open between them so that if she wanted to respond, she could by piggybacking off of his telepathy. He could sense that with her lack of ability to breath, she wouldn’t be able to utter a single syllable. His violent thrusting picked up, his his almost a blur as he fucked her hard and fast, the sound of the skin of hips hips slapping against the skin of her arse filling the basement room.

The sounds that Karma was making, were driving Thaene wild along with the rough kissing on his neck. He loved the sounds of his sweet little pants in his ear. They were so quiet, yet they were filled with a wealth of passion and pleasure, much like his own moans. It allowed Thaene to also be aware of other sounds in the room, such as the thump of his hips colliding with Karma’s as the two were connected in a deep, and intimate manner. Even if they didn’t love each other, Thaene loved having this intimacy with Karma. To him, having sex with someone helped bring down certain barriers because you had already been naked before them. He felt that, in some ways, it was more honest to do things that way. It also meant that he knew that Karma was fun, and if the little fox boy decided to become a regular customer, Thaene was not going to hesitate in accepting that especially if he paid like this every time. When those words slipped from Karma, it made Thaene feel flattered, and rather proudful. Judging form the fact that this tiny little fox boy had taken his larger than the average human male cock, with almost no preparation and no lube, Thaene could only conclude that Karma was experienced with a long list of previous partners. So if he was making Karma feel unlike anything he’s experienced before, then it was definitely an ego boost. He had always been rather proud of his unusual cock, although some had either a very favourable reaction or a very unfavourable one who were freaked out by it. He was definitely glad that Karma seemed to be more than just enjoying it. Thaene tilted his head slightly, looking at Karma’s face as he continued plunging his cock up into the little fox boy. He could see that the pleasure plastered across his face was genuine; not feigned. When Karma fell quite again, Thaene closed his eyes so that he could enjoy his quiet little pants and soft moans that were breathed down into his ear. Those moans, along with the drugs swimming about his system made him feel as if he could continued like this for days. His leg muscles were far from getting tired, and he easily fell into an even rhythm of slamming his cock up into Karma and fucking him deep.

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Thaene’s plan to tease Karma, and drove him wild worked better than he envisioned. He had the fox boy moaning, and bouncing up and down on his fingers which continued to drive into his deliciously tight ring of muscles that he couldn’t want to bury his cock into. And he loved the sounds that Karma was making. His moans were sweeter than most chicks that Thaene had slept with, if not all. And Karma was a lot more giving than most of the chicks he had fucked, too since most of them acted as if Thaene should be grateful to have sex with them. It was why Thaene, if he had to choose, would pick being with men over women. While most men would prefer women, Thaene just preferred the company of men. He was brought back from his thoughts when he felt Karma’s hands gripping his shoulders, before his fingers were removed from the depths of the fox boys warm arse. He felt Karma gripping his dick in a very firm way, which could only mean that the fox boy intended on going down on him. Thaene loved it when a partner got excited to the point where they got a little pushy and couldn’t wait any longer. He watched, enthralled as the sexy little minx started going down on his cock, enveloping him with his tight, warm arse that seemed to grip the length of his shaft in a welcoming fashion. Clearly Karma was very experienced when it came to taking cock, a fact that made Thaene’s cock twitch. He eyes half closed as the sweet little fox boy began to bounce up and down on his cock, burying him to the hilt in his hot, tight arse. His pale fingers gripped Karma’s hips, digging slightly into the fur. He used his grip to help guide the foxboy into the best angle to take full advantage of his very textured cock. He looked up, before smiling as he could see that Karma was indeed panting like a cute little fox cub, with his eyes a haze of drugged pleasure. Thaene firmly planted his feet on the floor before he began to thrust his hips up into Karma, meeting him thrust for thrust. He wanted to bury his cock inside of him so deep, and so hard. Using the fact that he was now firmly planted, he began to slam his hips up against Karma, slowly getting faster as he started fucking the fox boy back, thrusting his cock deep inside of his arse to try and make him moan even louder.