Buio Banned

sex. as much as I miss sex, I would miss the emotion of kissing more. fuck a racist or fuck a homophobe?

Kenjiro couldn't help but grin at how subservient she was being now. It was almost embarrasing, but he couldn't remember ever having been so turned on. Sure, he'd only had sex with one girl so far, and even then only a handful of times before the relationship was completely ruined, but the fact remained that his ex had never looked at him like that. Even though she was the one who'd suggested they have sex first, in the back of his mind Kenji had always felt like Sayaka only ever put out because she thought she'd lose her boyfriend otherwise. She didn't blush cutely like this, always held herself back from moaning or making a sound, and she sure as hell never wanted his cum like his helpless brat of a sister was showing she did now—reaching every which way her tongue could go to get more of his seed. This was completely different from back then, and unbelievably better. "Look at that~ You're usually such an insufferable pest, but the second i put you in your place, you lap up my cum like a kitten to milk. what a dirty little pervert you are, Koharu." he said with a chuckle. Reaching over, Kenjiro took hold of his phone and, keeping the camera away from himself, ended the recording. With how long it had been going already, he knew he'd be running out of space on it soon, and he wanted to make sure he'd have enough on it to capture this next bit without any problem. Switching the display to selfie mode, he hit the button to start recording again and quickly turned the device around so that it would focus on her, letting her see her own cum-soaked face and hazy, lust-filled expression. "Well then, how about you start being an honest little sister Kahoru? If smile for the camera and admit at how hungry you are for the cum i just sprayed you with, I might just give you another present tonight~" as he said this, he twisted his torso slightly, looking behind himself and reaching towards her pajama bottoms with his free hand. doing his best to keep the phone angled in such a way that her face was still centered, he reached into her bottoms and slipped his hand underneath her underwear. For a moment he thought tahat he'd need to get her something sexier to wear than those boyshorts if he was really going to make her his, but then he reached low enough and felt the slickness of her pussy. He'd expected her to be excited, but this was... To think of how much foreplay he'd always had to do with Sayaka before she got anywhere near this wet. Heh, this really was just perfect. Looking back at his helpless little sister, he felt around with the fingers he had at her pussy and soon found her little clit nestled between her labia. While he didn't exactly have the best position to do much more, he was entirely able to start teasing it with his middle fingertip, and repeated his command. "Say it Koharu, tell me what you love, tell me what you crave~"

While he looked down at her slowly awakening face, the beating in his chest only became more pronounced, but it also became clear to him that this wasn't just fear, or even mostly fear. it was excitement. He loved seeing her helpless like this, way more than he thought he would. The power he had over this stupid brat was completely intoxicating, and when she finally came to consciousness, realized what was happening, and started questioning him, he physically could not hold back his grin. He let go of her hair and clamped his hand down on her mouth, partially to shut her up in case she wanted to get any louder, but also because he just wanted her to feel even more helpless as she looked up at him with those angry and confused eyes. "Shut up." he said authoritatively as he continued stroking himself over her. "Your little game stops right here, Koharu. You might have thought it was funny to fuck with me all this time, but I've already got all the evidence I need to make sure you can't ever show your face at school or anywhere in town ever again." Saying this, he directed his gaze over at the phone still recording them and used his grip on her mouth and jaw to tilt her head in its direction as well, making sure she saw. "If you try to bring me down for this, I can have this video and all the pictures I took of you naked plastered all over facebook and the internet at large in a matter of minutes. So what you're going to do is shut up, stay quiet, and take your punishment while doing your best impression of a good girl. It's high time you learned what happened to little tramps who flash their tits and make moaning sounds around guys while fucking over said guy's options for getting any tail of their own." He made her look back up at him and smiled sadistically down at her. "You know, when you shut that mouth of yours, you're actually almost cute." He didn't really bother saying anything more after that. She was pinned, tied up, and couldn't even so much as scream. Even if she decided to kick and struggle with all her might, there was no way she was going to get free, so he just forced her to watch him grip his rigid cock and pump it harshly not even a foot away from her face. Her nose was still uncovered, so she would still be assaulted with the scent of his musk burrowing into her brain, and she would even feel droplets of his precum fall down onto her face as his excitement mounted and the vigour of his stroking sent them flying free from the slick coating that had come to cover his cock head. Kenjiro loved it. Like, he really loved it. The look on her face, in her eyes, the power he held, the way she couldn't do anything and he decided everything that happened, when it happened. This was already so much more than just payback. Maybe it hadn't ever really been about that. either way though, now it was undeniable that he had a new fetish. He'd originally planned on doing this once, getting the material he needed, and then holding it over her head to make sure she stopped fucking with him, but now... Now, thinking of all the other things he'd be able to force her to do with the blackmail he was collecting, it didn't take him more than a couple minutes of stroking before he felt his loins tighten and suddenly he came. Not daring to remove his hand from her mouth for fear she would scream as soon as he did so, some of his semen got onto the back of it, but most shot out into thick, heavy ropes spreading across her face and even getting into some of her hair. Kenjiro looked down at what he'd done and... smiled. Or rather continued smiling. He knew he probably should have felt guilty or something, but no. No he didn't feel anything other than excited. Helpless, afraid, and covered in her own brother's cum smeared across her face... yeah, he loved this look on Koharu, and though he'd just come, the excitement of the situation was leaving him still completely rigid and craving for more. Letting go of his cock, he took hold of Koharu's hair again and leaned in close, looking directly into her eyes as he maintained the seal over her mouth. "Now then sis, I got myself al dirty from giving you your punishment, so you're going to be a good girl and clean me up, understood? And remember, if you do anything to fight back against me, I'm going to make sure you go down burning with me." thus, he carefully removed his hand from her mouth, ready to clamp back down on it the second she looked like she was going to scream, and presented the back of his hand to her, thick semen still sticking to it in creamy white globules. "Show me what that tongue is good for~"

Kenjiro (or just 'kenji' as his friends tended to call him) grit his teeth and bit his tongue while his sister played around with him at the dinner table. He was used to having to ignore all her constant teasing, but the fact that she was doing it in front of their parents now was really going too far. Was it really that fun for the little bitch to make him sweat so much? Sometimes he hardly remembered that she was the same sweet girl that used to cling to him for everything. He knew she wanted a reaction, but he didn't give her anything besides the occasional glower. Partially because he didn't want to give her the satisfaction, partially because he was too busy accepting his mother's compliments (and suggestions) on the food he prepared for the four of them that night, but mostly as a case of over-correcting for the fact that he didn't want to tip the little brat off to what was really going on. He'd offered to make supper tonight for more than just brownie points with his parents (something kind of needed anyways what with Koharu always telling on him for the slightest infraction). No, rather, in preparing all of their plates Kenjiro had mixed in some crushed and powdered over-the-counter sleeping tablets with Koharu's mashed potatoes. It was the policy in their house that you show respect by cleaning your plate, and he had made sure to -not- give her an extra big portion for her small appetite to make sure she had no excuse but to eat everything he put in front of her that evening. So even if she somehow tasted the medicine through the potatoes and spices, there would be no escape for her. But still he didn't want to risk tipping her off by checking on how much of her food she'd eaten, so he ignored her for most of the meal. Lucky for him, she seemed too busy trying to get his attention to really try and undermine his cooking at the table (which would have been hard anyways since he made sure to prepare the steak and mash the way his parents liked), and the supper passed by without any real incident. Now it was just a matter of waiting. Between costing him his first girlfriend, fucking up any future chances he had at getting girls by spreading false rumours of him at school, and now even teasing him sexually around the house, Koharu had pulled just about one prank too many and needed to be put in her place. Honestly, he was just lucky she hadn't found his porn stash. underneath his mattress The torment she'd given him lately had made him develop quite the taste for revenge-rape manga lately, and that was not the kind of thing he felt like explaining to his folks if she ratted him out about that. But ultimately she'd sown her own demise by being such a pest, because it was exactly in one such book that he'd gotten the idea for his plan tonight. He wasn't going to rape her, mind. He knew that however much she was pissing him off, it would be more than a little fucked up to just go ahead and fuck his own sister against her will. But he was definitely going to scare her straight, and failing that get himself some leverage on the little harpy to make sure she'd stop fucking with his life after tonight. In a way, he convinced himself, this was for her own good. she might think that al of this was a game, but soon enough she'd be an adult and if she just kept treating guys around her like she was doing to him, she'd find out quick that most people weren't half as nice about that shit as he was. So he let the evening pass, did the cleaning up after supper, and let everyone go to bed before him. He didn't rush things. Kenji knew that he was playing with fire here, and if he wasn't careful he would get burned hard. so he waited. Ten, fifteen, twenty five minutes... he let the seconds tick by in anticipation until three quarters of an hour had passed since Koharu had gone to bed. Honestly, that ight have been a bit of overkill, but he also wanted to make sure that his parents had gone to sleep and wouldn't be dropping by her room for whatever reason. He knew that his mom and her sometimes had 'girl talks' randomly and wanted to cover all his bases. When he was sure the coast was clear, he finally made his move. Creeping out of his own room, he scanned the hallway, keeping his eyes laser focused on his parents bedroom door down the opposite end of the hall. Once he'd assured himself that it was definitely going to stay closed, he tip-toed silently out of his bedroom, closing the door behind him while keeping a steady hold of the doorknob so that the mechanism would not 'click' into place, and then he sneakily made his way into Kahoru's bedroom. Honestly, as much as he'd prepared for this, he still found himself with his heart practically beating out of his chest. Kenji wasn't some mastermind or anything, so the entire time that he made his way in he was thinking she'd somehow turn the lights onto him, waiting for him with that arrogant fucking smile of hers, and be ready to blow the horn on him. He'd never dreamed of trying anything this ballsy (not to mention criminal) before a week ago, and the way she'd somehow always gotten the better of him these last couple years made him paranoid. Nothing happened though. By his lucky stars, Kenjiro had seemingly finally gotten the upper hand on the dark-haired little brat who'd been conspiring to make his life hell lately. The streetlight that filtered in through her see-through curtains was more than enough for him to make his way through her room, and see the gentle rise and fall of her chest. There was no way she was that good of an actress, and she didn't so much as stir when he softly called out her name, so he knew the sleeping meds had done their job. Moving quickly, now, the 17 year old boy pulled out a long piece of silk cloth from his back pocket. He'd originally wanted to get actual rope, but had no idea how he could have done that without getting busted, so instead what he'd done was steal one of his sister's shirts out of the wash and taken a pair of scissors to it to make long ribbons out of it to improvise. Moving on Kahoru, he hesitated for a moment when he saw her curled up with her teddy. Sleeping like that, she almost looked like the sweet sister he once had, and guilt flashed inside him for a moment. but he shook himself out of it, remembering how she'd just the other day tormented him by putting on sounds of masturbation, knowing he'd be able to hear but their parents wouldn't. She wasn't cute or innocent anymore, hell she probably didn't even remember who gave her that teddy in the first place. She was just an ass now, a bratty little teen who deserved everything that was coming to her. It was with that thought in mind that Kenjiro carefully grabbed his sister's arms and pulled them over her head. Holding them up to one of the bars hat made up her bedframe's headrest, he began carefully slipping the makeshift bindings around her wrists and the metal bar. He was thankful for still remembering how to tie proper knots from his time in the boy scouts, and suddenly realized that his initial idea of using actual rope would have been stupid. Rough material like that would have been way more likely to wake her up prematurely, and getting it tight enough to restrain her would have left way more visible marks than this torn satin was going to. Once he got her wrists secured together above her head (nearly suffering a heart attack every time she moaned or shifted in her sleep from his manipulations), he continued by pulling the blankets off of her. Soon he'd be able to stop being so careful, but first he needed to get his leverage on her. Working carefully, he pulled up her shirt and... was a bit surprised to see her without a bra on. It's not like he didn't know she'd obviously grown since the time where it was still common for him to see her shirtless, but... well, he couldn't deny the tension he felt in his crotch when he saw her bare breasts. Bah, it was all her fault anyways. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he turned on the camera app, and focused it on her naked chest. Making sure the flash was on, he took a couple pictures of her. The bright light made her wince in her sleep, but so far it didn't look like she was awake. Next, he tried to pull down her pajama shorts, but had to abort the idea. She was getting too disturbed in her sleep and at this point she would wake up. Well, he already had pictures he could threaten her with, so it wasn't that big of an issue if she did, but still he wanted to get his release before she started arguing against him. He was going to make sure that if she planned to go down burning with him after all this, that he was at least going to get his money's worth for all her torment. Using the phone's stand, he placed it at her bedside in such a way that it would be recording her face and he let it be. Stripping himself of his pants and boxers, the dark haired boy climbed into his sister's bed and straddled her. Looking down at her sleeping face, he began pumping his cock with one hand, while the other reached down to grab her by her hair. "Wake up, Koharu. Wake up.' he started to say as he jerked himself off over her, at first barely above a whisper, but steadily louder and louder as he wanted to see her face when she realized what was happening to her.

Then I look forward to said starter once you have gotten your beauty sleep ^_^

Well, if you prefer to do it in PM, I am fine with that too

I was thinking I would put up the starter with him sneaking into her room, but if you want to start a bit before that I'm entirely alright with that as well

My preference is quite honestly whatever you like the idea f most and/or gets you most excited ^_^. So that said, let's go with full siblings as that is what you like best according to your character sheet, yes? Similarly, if you want him to give her sleeping pills/drowsiness-causing medication, I'm entirely down for that but if you prefer just him hoping she sleeps heavily then that works just as well for me. As for your suggestion of a previously admitted confession, I'd say I'm leaning towards a no on that side. The simple reason being that, while I was already planning on having Kenjiro be less cerebral than Satoshi, he'd have to be particularly thick to not put together why his sister is scaring away other girls and being a brat if he turned her down before already. So given a realistic reaction from him vis-a-vis her battiness, he'd have spilled the beans to their parents a long time ago about why Koharu was acting up in an attempt to undermine her ability to further screw with him. That said, perhaps we can keep the 'if I can't have you' dynamic by making it instead be that when they were little kids, Koharu often said she would want to marry him when they got older, and he used to say he'd definitely marry her out of childish ignorance of the further implications behind that kind of promise. Eventually he grew out of that and assumed the same was for her, but of course she didn't so when she saw him with another girl she took it as a betrayal?

I like it How about as an added dimension, Koharu actually started being a brat when she spied on her brother losing his virginity? I'm thinking there could be like a 2 year age gap in between them, and one time when she was being babysat by him and his then-girlfriend (like around the time she was 12 let's say) she got up after being sent to bed because she started hearing some noises, and she saw the two of them doing it in the living room. She could have simultaneously been turned on by it, but also incredibly jealous to the point that she started acting up and being an absolute brat whenever the girl was around, and telling their parents every time he tried to sneak out to go back to her place, resulting in the brother and his girlfriend breaking up because the girlfriend didn't want to have to deal with his family drama anymore. It could have been a couple years since then now, with Kahoru only becoming more and more generally bratty towards her brother, conspiring to embarrass him and nip any perceived romantic relationship of his in the bud, exposing his porn stashes to their parents, and now having even started the teasing now that she has a body like that of the girl she first saw with her brother—all with the intent of frustrating him (sexually and otherwise) so much that he has no choice but to take out his pent up desires on her. I was also thinking that when the brother (i'm thinking Kenjiro for a name) decides to take his revenge, he does so by sneaking into her room once she's asleep (or at least he thinks she is) and tying her arms to the head of her bed so that she can't escape or properly resist him. Thoughts?

Oh just the generals. How old did you want your girl to be, what kind of age gap would you like between her and my character, were you planning on using another version of Kanna or a new char, stuff like that

I wouldn't mind playing this with you if you don't mind us doubling up on roleplays ^_^

Just to play devil's advocate on this one, it's entirely understandable why such a discussion may not feel inherently political, but such a discussion would require a social agreement with the participants (and potential audience) that A- video games are a worthwhile endeavour and not some brain rotting exercise that should be restricted if not outright banned, B- horror games should be permissible and that video games are not, as the title of 'game' would suggest, a vehicle created for the pure and benign entertainment of its consumers and that anything more offensive than super Mario has no place being produced let alone talked about, C- that video games are not a child's pastime and that anyone if adult age should be shamed for playing and discussing them, and D- that the presence of ghostly apparitions and the like in this specific title is not an endorsement of satanism and that even if horror games are allowed, that the moral and religious integrity if its consumers needs to be legally prprotected for fear that they will be led to violent and satanic rituals otherwise. I am sure I could probably think of a few more points of contention if I just raked my brain for the dumbest arguments I have ever heard made against video gaming, but my ultimate point is that all of these topics are sincerely held political beliefs I have heard expressed publicly by certain folk in the western and english speaking world. It is of course my personal stance that all of those objections are demonstrably false, but that has not prevented them all from being the topic of discussion. In stating that everything is political, I am also not saying that all actions and all topics are equally politically controversial or divisive. There are certainly several things one can do or say with relatively minuscule probability of encountering political or social opposition on the basis of that action. My point rather is that with politics forming a spectrum that covers pretty much all human culture and history, trying to limit 'political' discussion will always result in trying to set a hard line on what is and is not an acceptably low rating of political on a given topic, trying to divide the spectrum into separate categories, which will always result in a messy and biased situation when trying to find the exact point on which to lay down that dividing line.

To the first question: it certainly isn't, I hardly know anyone who only frequents one or even a handful of sites these days (not that such folk do not exist in a populace of billions, I just never encountered one myself). However if the next question you have in mind is "so then why ecchi as your platform for discussion" then my answer to that would be "because since politics by their definition as the views by which our society is constructed affect every part of our lives, and because political shifts through decentralized grassroots movements are more powerful now than ever, it is any societal minded individual's priority to leave no arena for discussion as a vacuum." As for the second question, well the answer essentially lies in most of my previous reasoning. Politics is a fundamentally unavoidable concept unless one lives in total hermitage, both physically and digitally. By that fact, when one declares a space as apolitical the result simply becomes that the only kind of political messaging or iconography that becomes acceptable (again, with the understanding that no publicly made statement or presentation can be honestly claimed to be free of political stance) is the kind that doesn't disturb the waters. That in its inherent nature creates an echo chamber over time of what is and isn't acceptable discussion (and eventually what is socially acceptable thought). This is because the only way to prevent echo chambers from forming is to be open to disruptive messaging, even if only to refine the way one argues against a stance they disagree with. As for folk who do not wish to engage with such discussions, little crow has already mentioned how easy it is to simply scroll past discussions that do not interest you, and otherwise block people who repeatedly make the kinds of posts you do not want to engage with one way or another.

I do not hide it, and am often in fact the one who will engage more conservative (in the personal rather than strictly political sense) friends and family about the realities of certain fetishes and subcultures versus their popular perception (50 sbades of gray caused a lot of such discussions through its frankly juvenile depiction of BDSM culture). but at the same time I have very little in the way of truly controversial tastes. My personal links really basically come down to loving the expressions and displays of pleasure I can bring out of my partner, and then a personal weakness for girls who like to moan 'daddy~'. In other words, little more than a half step to the right of vanilla as far as contemporary western sensibilities are concerned. I certainly don't have the same personal stake in a conversation as, say, Kanna who needs to dance around the pathos mine field that is our species' relation to its history of pedo-, hebe-, and ephebophilia. Topics that once broached make logical and judgement-free discussion with all but a sliver of humanity an impossibility. Now, if I listed off all the things I have roleplayed, especially in pursuit of that first kink of mine I mentioned, I'd probably get a much similar reaction from several people, but that kind of discussion by its nature would be limited to people with at least a basic understanding of what RP even is (let alone the existence of ERP), so there is really no reason to bring it up in daily or even monthly conversation.

the most substantial political shift in the recent american economy was spearheaded by reddit users with such illustrious members as Potato_In_my_Ass literal countries were made in centuries past by peopel at taverns talking amongst themselves about how the system needed to change. the idea that literally anywhere is a place that 'should be devoid of politics' is quite frankly laughable, as that itself is a political opinion. There is no such thing as 'apolitical'. Censure (in the personal sense, not talking about legal censureship which is obviously a matter of state interference) of political discussion is little more than championing of the status quo under the veil of centrism. The very existence of this site makes the political stance that people online should be given a free space in which to engage with whatever kinks strike their fancy, in as much anonymity as fits their personal tastes. One need not travel as far as distant countries to find -many- people who would disagree with that idea. so ultimately, saying 'no political discussions' will always and ultimately boil down to 'only say things which the established climate does not believe is politically controversial' and will invariably (when people start claiming that some post or other that someone made is offensive and 'political', necessitating site staff to come and evaluate if it is or not and needs to be taken off the site or not) lead to a conservative (in the literal sense of the word) climate in the community. Such a stance will also, inherently, benefit the most depraved and disgusting among us because reactionary shitheels like the qanon group, neo nazis, red pillers, and the like can always make racist, transphobic, anti-semetic, and whatever other offensibve comments or memes, and then just call it 'jokes' when you call them out on their bullshit (seriously, you don't think it's by accident that places like 4chan became notorious hotbeds for red pillers, right?), while any progressive discussion by its nature will and cannot be draped up as 'edgy' humor just 'looking to trigger SJWs' *again, as if that statement itself isn't political). so ultimately, it really comes down to if you guys want to establish yourself as a conversation police and see your userbase progressively devolve into a closed off echo chamber whose very form as an 'apolitical area' will practically guarantee a gradual (but by no means necessarily slow) shift towards a more and more extremely rightwing climate. anyone who wants some resources for where my train of logic comes from, observations made by people smarter and more educated in this field than even I am, is welcome to look at this video (honestly the whole series is amazing, but this one is likely most pertinent to exactly what I am talking about)

A wonderfully imaginative and inspired role player. Knowing her from years of play, I can tell you she is a great writer who gets deeply invested in her characters

Asmael happily walked up to the presented princess of hell as she pulled him in, rigid cock twitching and bulging in anticipation of being able to slip into her infernal folds. "Well, no need to feel entirely dejected." he said with a small smile as he pressed his stiff head up against her drenched entrance. "After all, I have centuries on you in terms of service on earth, asmodeus has eons on the both of us in mastering lust sin." At this point, he pushed forward and slipped into her, letting out a low, satisfied moan at finally being able to pierce into her, to feel her wrap around him and tense around his length. Slipping one arm around her back, he pulled her close and pressed himself flush against her as he buried himself entirely inside her pussy. Looking directly into her eyes, he continued with a smile. "We still have a very long time ahead to 'get to know each other' and for you to properly mature into your heritage. Whos knows where we will find ourselves in a century or two." with this said he pushed her down onto the desk and started to push in and out of her quickly, hungrily. His words were cool, but his loins were, truthfully, desperate. He'd wanted to fuck her for what had already felt like an eternity while they had been flirting just now—being finally inside her and touching her directly was too sweet a poison to proceed with any further pretense when it came to how he wanted to simply pin her down and own her body and pleasures. "For now, we can concern ourselves more with simply enjoying each other~" he said finally, extending his own tendrils towards her and intertwining them around her limbs and throat as he pushed in and out of her rhythmically.

@SilverGirl20 StaffMinos: Mngh~ She felt good. Minos was more used to either those he caught fighting back and needing to be pinned down, or give up all resistance and just make it go by as quickly as possible. that, or when he was visited in the dungeon se mates sometimes wanted to get revenge on him for how things were in the before time, and have him endure it. It was very rare, however, for a female to so earnestly welcome him and pull him in. The way she squeezed and worked him with every one of his thrusts on him, paired with how she was clinging to him so tightly with her limbs, made it entirely clear how much this beast woman wanted him to breed her. It was a refreshing change of pace, and a rare, faint smile spread itself across the horned mutant's lips as he only continued to fuck her supple, welcoming body. In addition to this, he took hold of her arms and brought them together to pin her wrists above her head. Holding them easily with one hand, he used his other, heaty hand to take firm hold of her hips and hold her slightly aloft as he nocked against her womb with every powerful thrust inside her slick insides. "You like being mine then, beast julie? You like my power and want more?" he said with his slight smile, loving the look of her entirely helpless in his hands while he speared her with his meat.

"Well, if force is what you desire, I can hardly stop you, now can I?" replied asmael with a chuckle as he felt her tendrils slither up his body and tie his won down. He did not resist as her magic intertwined itself with his, this kind of show of dominance was still only play, after all. He'd save his strength for when the real contest between the two of them began. He pulled back from her long enough to do what she needed to do in stripping herself of her pants and licked his lip with anticipation a she saw more of her naked flesh reveal itself. He happily slipped back in between her thighs when she invited him again, and immediately got to work dragging up against her soft, slick, smooth skin. His cock, at this point, also became pitch black, looking like little more than a silhouette as the divine power that constituted the fallen angel's body reshaped itself within the member. In addition to growing girthier to more intensely push against Modeus' thighs and pussy, The top of the shaft's length, which was currently grinding itself along Modeus' slit, shifted its shape to give itself several hard, harrow ridges running down the middle, allowing him to more easily and intensely stimulate her clit as he pushed back and forth with vigour. It was like this that he decided to answer her last question. "Why your father instead of you? I take it Lord Asmael did not yet dominated you personally, then. Well, when it comes to trying to imprint yourself onto me, you are certainly able to try, but do you really believe that that was all it took for him to win such devotion from me?" He replied this confidently, looking into her eyes as he continued to use her thighs and sopping pussy like an ona hole. "This may surprise you, but I remember my life before my fall very well. I remember how happy I felt serving the wills of my superiors, shepperding mortals onto a path of righteous chastity, 'protecting' them against hell's influence. It's true that, had your father never spread his mark into my soul, I likely would have remained such a pure, happy, and innocent angel content with carrying out Uriel's will for all eternity. But what your father's kiss did was give a creature without eyes the gift of sight, a being that had never eaten the ability to taste, granted onto one who knew nothing of flowers a nose. When his darkness came into my being and reshaped it, it let me experience all that had been hidden away from me, but I could easily have become like your sister from that hock. I could have done all I could to repress it and deny what my mind and body now knew. Sight could have been blinding, taste could have been disgusting, and flowers could have been nauseating. However, What Lord Asmoeduls did was more than simply grant me the ability to experience the world, he dove me head first into all of its splendours. He showed my new eyes a dazzling spectacle of colours, and wove bouquets of floral scents into a hypnotizing explosion of fragrance to stimulate my brain. When he kissed me, and then when he put his hands on me, I still remembered all of the joy I had felt while serving Uriel, but he new joys and pleasures that I was being bombarded with, along with my new ability to pursue desires and impulses of my own, caused me to almost immediately throw away the chains I had so far been carrying with such pride, and take in all of the pleasure and lust my form could handle as I game myself over to Asmodeus's control and seized mine over everything else. I love this new life, and I have him to thank for it. So, if you believe you can erase that mark he left on me and surpass the transcendent experience that was my fall into the deepest folds of lust sin, by all means, i welcome you to try~"

i want you, in my pants

she'll get along well with Marco and Coco

@SilverGirl20 StaffMinos: female beast, was it? She spoke like a human, but Minos remembered. The time before, when the island didn't have as much magic. Before Infinity became his owner. The time when he regularly ran this jungle and captured the small ones who tried to leave, the females he rutted until their legs couldn't work anymore and he could drag them back to the old owners. It had been some time since he'd met a small one like that, now most females were either 'guests' or 'friends': people he wasn't supposed to touch unless given permission first. This 'julie' though... she reminded him of that before time. The thought, paired with the scent coming down from between her legs, made Minos' massive, girthy cock swell and stiffen. It had been some time since he'd last gotten to breed, come to think of it. Continuing to pin her down with one hand he lowered himself and used his other hand to make her spread her legs. Her scent was strong, and when he extended a long, thick tongue to taste her, he could tell she was in heat. Reaching deeper into her body with his tongue, he tasted something else. A faint salty taste that confirmed a suspicion he'd had. She had mated with another male recently. One different than the wolf who had just been here. One who was nowhere nearby. Still, she was in heat, ready to mate again. whatever male had claimed her had either left or was dead, so she wasn't his anymore. good. Slipping his tongue out of the silver haired feline, he looked back up to her and spoke. "If you are beast, you are mine." That was the only declaration that was needed. She was small, she was horny, and he was big, and he wanted her. That was the only justification needed for him to push himself forward and press the tip of his cock against her entrance. Since she was a beast, she would be able to take it in spite of the size difference. Thus, holding her in place, the giant bull mutant pushed himself into her tight, tiny-by-comparison pussy, and forcefully mated with the feline underneath him. She would feel her lower half completely shift as her body stretched to accommodate his size and girth. He did not care that her stomach bulged an deformed from how he speared her and plunged deep inside her. She felt good, and he had missed this, so he pushed in as far as he could, and then leaned down to take her in a lustful tongue kiss as he started pulling his hips back and forth, scraping against her insides with his bitch breaking cock and slamming it back inside over and over.

@Lollipop When her fingers relinquished their hold of his stiff cock and guided it instead to rest between her thighs, it was all he could do not to manifest his tendrils and use them t tear off every single layer of offending cloth that barred his flesh from directly touching hers. The business suit had been cute on the innocent 'momo' who sought to resist her urges, but with the truly devilish modeus before him now, he just wanted it burned away so he could indulge in the entirety of her form and flesh. Like she said, however, he made a point of being in control, be it of his partner, of the situation, or of himself. So for the moment he just satisfied himself with further digging his fingers into her soft rear and grinding back and forth between her legs, making sure her pussy would be as tortured by the layers between them as he was now. When she kissed him, he returned the soft embrace with evident lust and desire, and smiled as she said she wished to make him hers. that most certainly wasn't going to happen, but he most certainly appreciated the thought all the same. "There's the Modeus I know~ you do love to play with fire, don't you? You say Asmodeus doesn't know my value, but you know full well that a body and soul moaning for him and begging him for more is little more to him than an individual grain of sand upon a beach. It is because he values me that he has made me into an emissary of his domain and cultivator of lustful souls. And of course, it is because he values me that you find the idea of stealing me so tantalizing. The fury he would levy at having one of his pets taken excites you as much as the idea of corrupting me yourself does. Perhaps, even more so." His gaze shifted for a moment, glancing out the corner of his eye as he noticed, felt her demonic power take form throughout the room in a fashion so very similar to his own powers. Truly the spawn of a Prince of lust. His smile remained unperturbed, however, and he manifested his own inky tendrils from between his shoulder blades. Not as a challenge, of course. Asmael knew well enough that he could never win against her in a fight. Rather, it was something more akin to a display of readiness, and unwillingness to submit without being forced to. If these were the toys she wanted to play with, he would play just as well as he could manage before letting her have her way with him. After all, it's not like settling disputes by fucking one another into submission was exactly an alien concept to their kind. "To be perfectly honest, though, i don't entirely dislike your idea~" he said as he brought one tendril over his shoulder to caress her face lightly. "The only thing I'd change, would be to have you moan and mewl for me, Princess. You have such power and will for one so young, I would love to see you fucked out of that pretty, twisted little mind of yours and addicted to the pleasure I bring you." Flashes of the previous night, and of Lollipop's desperate moans came to his mind, and his smile only grew as increased the speed at which he was rubbing himself between her thighs. "Not to mention, my master would no doubt be rather pleased to see that I had managed to dominate his rebellious, runaway daughter. who knows what powers he might grant me, to ensure I can continue to entertain you and keep you as my personal little fuck doll, Modeus~"

@SilverGirl20 StaffMinos: [Character Profile] Just then, rustling could be heard from the underbrush, catching the wolf monster's attention and causing it to lift its head and look in the direction of the noise, sniffing the air for signs of danger and growling lowly as a warning to anything that might be approaching. For a few moments there was nothing but tense silence, and the wolf reflexively curled its long claws round the female beneath, staking its claim. Unfortunately for the dumb beast, a massive tower of muscles and rage came charging out of the foliage from the position opposite from where it was looking. Clearly the sound from before had only been a distraction, and the lycan barely had a time to nap its head around before the taurus mutant that charged it picked it up by the throat and tossed it into the air with a single hand. As teh beast got pulled back down by gravity, it's falling body was met with Minos's bolder-like fist crashing into its side and changing its trajectory entirely. The wolf monster was sent flying forward from the impact and collided with a heavy, snapping thud against the bark of a nearby jungle tree. As it slumped down to the ground, the hunter mutant et out a rage-filled roar, and the lycan knew it was never going to win this fight. Picking itself up as well as it could with the several cracked bones it had just received, the monster limped away as fast as it could, not wishing to taste more of the horned giant's fury. Minos could have chased after it and finished it off easily, but something else caught his attention. Turning around slowly, he observed the cat-like female who was still on the ground behind him, and studied her for a moment. She was strange. She looked almost entirely humanoid, like one of the 'guests' he wasn't supposed to touch unless they came to him first and Infinity gave him permission. But... her smell. He got closer to her, being easily twice her size even if she had been standing up, and crouched down over her, pinning her to the ground easily with one hand, he leaned in and inhaled deeply right in front of her. Yes, she smelled just like a monster. Just like prey. But he had to be sure. Infinity was scary when he broke the rules. He didn't want to break rules. so he looked right into the silver haired girl's eyes and spoke in a low, gravely tone. "Girl, or beast?"