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Maxim did wonder if it was best to draw on Anahel’s power to strengthen him. It would be better if he could win completely on his own, but he was unsure of the strength of the girl he was about to fight. She was young, but she had already shown her strength and experience fighting. “She will not kill you, or seriously injure you. But this is a real fight, try to hurt her, she will do the same to you. You two will fight until one of you gives up. If you somehow defeat her, I may consider your request…though it is not up to me alone. She will…reward your victory as well.” She stepped back. “Drop your sword, this is fight between your bodies. Your fists, feet, teeth, anything you might choose to use, but no weapons.” With that warning, Maxim took his sword from his belt, and left it with Anahel and Mirina. He faced his opponent, the two stared at each other for a moment, then charged. The two grappled, struggling for superiority. He was surprised, already feeling the girl’s brute strength. Easily superior to many human men, though for now he was matching it. He could see a thrill in her eyes, did she just enjoy fighting, or was she eager for something else?

Maxim considered trying to explain a little about what an Angel was, but was not sure they would believe him, so he left it unspoken for now. “You have seen the Vanorians. The one who led us here said as much. You have watched the battles…They will attack you too, and if they win…”. He realized he knew something that would offend them. “They will make you the same as this one.” He gestured to Mirina. “They will make you their pets, their breeding livestock.” All the faces around them were filled with disgust and rage. The idea was the ultimate insult to their people. To be ‘tamed’, by a human, or anything else, nothing disgusted them further. ”We would die first!” The older one hissed. It was not an exaggeration. Their kind would not be inclined to surrender. This would only take it further. “We will deal with that when they fight us. The little one has a big mouth, saying more than she should to outsiders. But yes, we have watched them crush you in battle…you are that king’s son? You come to us in desperation? Why should we fight your battles? Come back to us when you have an army of your own. When you can fight for yourself.” She was about to turn, when the young one spoke up. “Anina, the boy has challenged me.” The old one did not react for a moment, then smirked. “You challenged her.” She was sure Maxim did not understand all the implications. “You have some bravery, but you do not know a Lanarin’s strength…but fine. It will be amusing to see how much of a fight you can put up.” She gestured for everyone to follow, as they walked towards an open space in the middle of the village.

As the whispers spread around the village, eventually a woman came out of one of the tents. She looked considerably older than the others, but still strong and healthy. Maxim would not think of underestimating her. She walked over to them, their guide looked at her rather deferentially. Considering her an authority of some sort, but Maxim did not know much about how their society was structured in the villages, if this woman was something like a noble, or something else. When she got close, the younger Lanarin would not look her in the eyes. The older broke the silence. "You brought outsiders into our village? You let humans see...?" Before the other could answer the older one's gaze switched to Anahel. "...Not only humans..." She looked to Maxim. "Is this some offering, human boy? Something we are supposed to eat?" It was a genuine question. These people had no idea what an angel was. For all they new she was something comparable to the lizardman the young one recently killed. He did not want to be silent for long, appear too afraid to answer, but he waited to see if Anahel quickly decided to try to explain what she was and why they were here.

Ashley held the dildo moment, getting a feel for it. Imagining what she might do to Anya. While she considered herself a girl, she did somewhat regret the chance she had the chance to have sex with someone like her as a boy. Younger customers were allowed, and did show up from time to time. Though they were not especially frequent, due to the costs and it not being a great part of town. She considered how to answer the answer. “…Well, it’s not my first time with girls. It is my first time with a woman though.” Her other female partners were considerably less mature or experienced than Anya. Aileen finally spoke up, clarifying with what she knew. “She likes to play with her friends here. She did actually have one girl as a customer recently too, about her age. That was a cute girl. Hope she comes back someday, might be able to recruit her to work here.” Girls rarely showed up as customers, but when they did, they were almost always considered as potential employees, especially if they came back for more. If Aileen ever saw that girl again, they would talk about that. While Aileen explained that, Ashley thought about which to start with. That pussy, of an experienced woman, was appealing. That it still had Aileen’s seed, something they both craved only made it more appealing. While she did not think she was ready for that, she was a little jealous that Anya would eventually carry Aileen’s child. That drew her tongue in. It was still not especially experienced, but it was eager. She wanted to taste what Aileen left in her, before giving her more from the dildo.

Decided to take my turn creating a topic here, another CCG one (there are several others I could make topics for, but more obscure than this). Haven’t played it in years. But recently got back to filling in the collection. Have it completed in one sense now, have at least one of every playable card. Getting extras of some others. Though from a pure collectors perspective, there is is still a chunk I am missing, much of which it too expense to bother with (foils, alternate images, etc). One collection could be shared by two players, the way it works. But it is doubtful I’ll ever play with the physical cards again. There is an unofficial way to play online too, but have not got around to trying it.

Maxim quietly followed their guide. Mirina had kept quiet, though she was beginning to wonder where this was going. Between her own experience, and limited understanding of Lanarin culture, she saw a complication. Were there more issues to a man challenging a woman? Was a victory for the prince going to him more than he expected, a more personal prize? These were just guesses though. She kept her thought to herself, though she wondered if that would help or hurt her goal to make Anahel the prince’s eventual bride and her queen, in addition to mistress. They were lead through open lands, but their guide seemed to walk it as if following an invisible path. Eventually they reached their destination. “Consider yourselves lucky, we do not usually allow outsiders to see our homes.” It had the signs of a nomadic village. A people who would not stay put. It was a number of tents spread out, a few rings of stones marking camp fires, not currently in use. Several figures came out eyes on them, staring intensely. There was some hostility at Maxim, less towards Mirina, though she got some for still being a human. There was confusion and curiosity, and some whispering, about Anahel. They had never seen anything like her. What stood out to Maxim though, was he saw nothing but women. Not a man in sight. They were called the ‘wild women’ after all, but it surprised him a little.

There was no certainty this would work. No certainty he would win, or get a second chance if he did not. There were not many options though. "Unfortunately, it is probably the only choice. I am looking for an army here, to convince them to fight and possibly die for me. With the hostility they have towards me and humans in general, this is probably the only way." Strength and willingness to fight, that was what they would respect above all else. It time, he could try to heal the wounds of the past, improve things between their peoples. For now though, he had to play be their rules. He would have to follow their ways to an extent, even after he hopefully won and convinced them to fight. He probably had to win first before he could convince them of the threat of Vanoria, what they would do to the Lanarin if they conquered them.

It was the way of things. Two considerably different peoples, fighting over land, resources, other differences. How it all started had long been forgotten, neither side was completely innocent anymore, though the humans had been on the winning of the struggle for sometime. She kept studying Maxim. He was serious. He was willing to fight at least. In pure strength she actually probably had the advantage. She certainly had experience fighting as well. Did he have a chance of winning though? It was hard to say. This was not the place though. “Hmph, you want to challenge me?” She asked with an amused smile. “You will get your chance. But if you want it to have the result you want, there need to be witnesses.” She left it unsaid, that there might be other consequences as well. She simply turned and walked away, expecting them to follow. Maxim nodded at Anahel and Mirina, to tell them to do the same, as he began to follow her. He was not sure what they would find, he did not know much about how the Lanarin lived.

“Humans love to fight each other, when not fighting others.” The Lanarin bitterly observed. “We know the boy’s family well.” She thought back to old history. Generations of fighting, it was against all the neighboring humans, not just one kingdom, but there had been a number of wars between them. She and her people had seen some of the fighting. “We have seen the people you speak of, strange creature…”. She addressed the uncertainty of what Anahel was. “…They are impressive for humans, strength-wise.” She knelt down, still studying them. “They gave you a beating…now you come beg to us for help? You know more of us than the strange creature boy, you know we only respect strength.” She addressed Maxim. ”My father’s fathers fought many wars with your people. But I will do what I need to reclaim my home, defeat Vanoria. I will do what I need to prove myself to you and your people.” He stepped forward. “I will fight you, if that is the only thing to convince you.” There was a moment of tense silence. She wondered if Maxim knew what he was he was doing. To personally challenge her like this, had a context to Lanarin that he probably was not aware of.

Maxim was on constant guard. He did not expect their stalker to attack without warning, but he was cautious, just in case. Even with Anahel present, it was dangerous to get reckless. "She will probably charge us soon. Only attack if she gets dangerously close though. She will probably try to intimidate us first...and try to figure out what you are." He advised Anahel. His hand remained near his sword, but he would not draw it unless necessary. Though there was not time for Anahel to respond. He stopped as he heard a shirt in the grass, a sound not unlike an animal's charge. The figure stopped some distance ahead of them. Taller than Maxim, possibly stronger, but with a still rather feminine build. A wild look in her eye. A hunter, observing her prey. There were stories that Lanarin did occasionally eat humans, though Maxim had some doubt those were actually true. She spit in Maxim's direction, it landed on his boot. "This is not your land, human! You are not welcome here." She looked him over. "You are some little lord, aren't you? A little far from your castle?" He had the look, someone used to luxury and comfort. Though not as weak as some. She could see he had some experience fighting, other humans at least. Maxim simply stood there, waiting a moment to see if Anahel had anything she wanted to try saying.

Maxim watched the woman a little longer. Soon they would have some sort of confrontation with her. Hopefully she could be convinced to be a guide of sorts. The most effective thing was to show their strength though. They walked forward, not showing any fear. She followed off to their side, sticking to the grass, watching. She did not know what to make of Anahel, neither human or Lanarin. Nor any sort of beast. She had not seen anything like it before. She tried to get a sense of what she was, and why she was following these two humans into their territory. But she also kept her gaze on Maxim. For a human man to dare enter their territory. Past experience suggested he had one of two goals...to fight...or to mate. The later was not out of the question to Lanarin, but one had to be strong enough to be worthy. She was not sure he was. If he wanted a fight, they would give him one too. She would keep following for now. But she would stop them before they reached any of her people's settlements.

Maxim believed they were close, though it was hard to say where the exact border was. There was no definitive marker, natural or otherwise. The land was empty enough there was not a lot of pressure to figure it out either. Before he could answer, there was a sudden movement. The lizardman turned, but before he could do anything else, he was cut down. The attack was quick, vicious. almost like a predator, hunting its prey. Though the figure standing over the creature looked physically human, female, though larger and stronger than any human woman. It watched the three from a distance, some caution, perhaps hostility, studying them. She did not move or speak. Maxim turned, held her gaze. Telling her he intended to continue, into her territory. He was not there to fight unless he had to. "If we are not in their territory already, we are close...that is one of them, as you probably guessed." For the moment he just waited, to see what the woman would do.

Going to throw out a ‘group project’ idea here, in that it could include more than 2 people. Though most of it probably in separate storylines, that will only infrequently include more than 2 people at a time. The basic idea is, when a man marries a woman, he is allowed to, and almost expected to have sex with the women around his wife. Sisters, close friends, depending on ages, maybe mother/daughters (only daughters that were fathered by other men), any other women who she regularly interacts with socially. This has just been part of the society for ages. The wife knows it is going to happen, so do the women who her husband will be going after. She is not supposed to openly encourage it, make it too easy. It will be happening behind her back. But she knows it, and is not bothered by it. She might already be involved with other men, married to some of the women around her. This is not purely a sex story, the idea is to see how the couple’s life plays out in such a society, what sort of relationships the husband develops with the other women, and maybe other men with the wife. There could be a lot of variety in how dark the pairings are. The man is allowed to do this, expected to do it, regardless of what the women think. The women know it is going to happen. Some may be eager, some may be reluctant, but give in to his advances, and some may be completely unwilling and forced into it. There could be a wide variety of stories and couples here, some warm/happy/even romantic…some not so much. Will see how much interest there is, hope it will be quite interesting and fun.

Things were quiet for a while. The creature was cautious, getting more reluctant to follow, but it pressed on, looking for signs of the group letting their guard down. Mirina was the prime target, it did not dare attack Anahel, even Maxim was risky without surprise. As they got closer though it occasionally looked in the other direction. Some distance past him there was a a figure. Small from the creature's eyes. Trying to hide in the grass, kneeling down. He could not see what it was, but had some idea. He grew extra cautious. Occasionally pausing briefly and staring in that direction. It was not as dangerous as Anahel, but this was also too dangerous to attack recklessly, or charge directly.

Ashley was not entirely sure what Anya was talking about. She had a lot more experience, limited as it was, with the real thing compared to something like this. “…Whichever you think feels better.” She would take Anya’s recommendation here, whichever she like more. Though she was turned on by the way she was being talked to. They were the same in that sense after all, sex dominated both of their lives. They came to crave it, at least when done well. “…Do it, I’m a dirty girl.” She encouraged, the sort of things she had learned to tell her customers, though it might have been more genuine this time.

Finally getting user of the month, makes up a little for the recent lack of success on challenges. Though not sure about the current one anymore. Have to feel like I at least have a chance of winning to go into it. The Rave Blob love story was the last time I felt that. But maybe I’ll be inspired for another. The back and forth idea at least has potential.

That was certainly an interesting idea. A little reminder of the old Ashley, though she had not really had any experience with sex when she was a boy. “…I’ll do it.” She was not sure if Anya intended to get them right away, but she felt a little more arousal as she imaged the things Anya mentioned. Her lower body twitching as she imagined Anya doing that, almost begging for it. A shiver as tongue slid across her and moan at the flicking.

If I had noticed that, I would have come up with something. I’ll be honest though, for me the challenges have been most about the rewards and the quest for platinum, losing my win streak killed some of the motivation (also I have had less time to write in general recently). For me, writing on my own, without the back and forth is much less appealing.

Ashley just did her best to relax. She was looking forward to this. She certainly was not uncomfortable with it. She just did not know what to expect. She had done a little of this with her friends, but did not know what to expect here, how much different it might be. Would Aileen give suggestions, or just quietly watch? "Do whatever you want? Anything you have wanted to try to another girl." She encouraged with a soft moan as Anya's mouth worked. She was happy the girl was being gentle, but they were both whores, she was more than happy to try all sorts of things, give Anya a chance to try something different, from the men she was with, or Aileen.

Before long the slave would switch to what pleased him most, something he believed Aliana had some desire for as well, but he took some more time with this, focusing on her pleasure. He wanted her to desire her, crave him as a man in a way she did not desire her master yet. That she would crave his touch when they were camping together between battle. He could never have a wife or woman of his own, but maybe she could be a little closer to one. With this goal his fingers reacted to her reactions, lingering where she enjoyed it most, touching the ways she enjoyed most. She could probably figure out what he wanted, he was not hiding his desires. Would the slave woman feel similar desire for him, a chance for a sort of happiness as a slave?

My RPs been the biggest (often only) source of activity in clubs I've started. Though I have not had as much time lately. And most of the RPs were on a daily cycle, switching to weekly now. Will give them bursts of activity along with inactivity.

The slave would not go out his way to draw attention. He could tell she hoped for quiet, and would do his best to please her while keeping quiet. He tried a few different things, his fingers explored deep. Touching the insides of the slave in ways that were new yet familiar. With the extra flexibility, he could explore it in new ways, see if there were things that he had not discovered via sex. Also to see how touching in various spots pleased her. His fingers brushed against anything they could, focusing more and rubbing if he found any spot that pleased her more.

Amy led Skye further into the building, eventually reaching a wide open room where a small crowd were gathered and material were set up. Including Skye, there were probably around 20 like her, currently quietly leashed and setting next to their owners, a close to even mix of boys and girls. Amy's guess was they were all within a few years of Skye's age. Possibly to have a dog that would live longer, or maybe they were just easier to tame at that age. One man, who she guessed was involved with the show came up to them. He studied Skye for a moment, smiled in approval and nodded. "Thank you for coming, we are still in the process of setting. Though in a few minutes the area will be ready..." He gestured to towards a large fence ring being set up. "...The dogs will be able to socialize in there between events. She will get to meet others like her...play with them if she wants, or if they want to with her. I am looking forward to seeing how well you have trained her to embrace her real instincts?" He looked to Skye, then some of the boys. The boys had of course been evaluating Skye as well as the other girls. Seeing a chance to do what they had not had a chance to since being tamed.

The ride was quiet but pleasant enough and short. Eventually they stopped. It went dark after that as they drove into the building. A larger building, with lights hard to see from the windows. There was another moment of slow driving as Amy was guided to the parking area inside the building. She stepped went around and opened the back and door, releashing Skye. "I would say take one of the toys if you want to. Probably won't be able to have it the whole time, but you can at least have it while things are stetting up and in breaks between everything." This was going to be an all day thing, but there would be plenty of down time and only some of it where Skye would be with dogs like her. For now there were no immediate signs of anything unusual. The parking area being a little distant from the show area. There were other cars around them, though their occupants had left earlier.