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For have much to say in this post but thought I’d welcome myself. I have lots of odd interests… too many to list. But uhh hope we can be good friends if you decide to talk to me

Sorry life had to throw a huge pile of ahit at me and bury me alive. I just can't get a break.

Elie has been rather busy too, so yeah, no rush on Exzel, though looking forward to seeing where they all go.

No matter the amount of time, or if I even get on. Exzel is a character that is still floating around in my mind. I might be gone for months to recharge writing batteries, but she aways comes back to my mind eventually. I really feel like I've wrote some of my best chatacter work here, and eventually get drawn back to check on things... I didn't forget Akemi either. Just need time, and the proper inspiration.

Thane owes no debts to the casino. He rarely if ever gambles and when he does he either wins or only gambles what he has on him and never carries a debt. It is rumored that his family has very deep pockets. He has never been rough with any of the women working at the Stag, but rumors of his cruelty to women abound despite a lack of any proof, and two women went missing since he’s arrived in town, reportedly last seen with Thane, but no one has ever come forward with actual accusations or evidence.

As Edmund strides into the Golden Stag, the opulent interior envelops him in luxurious and decadent embrace. The high ceilings are adorned with intricate wood carvings imprt3d all the way from London, casting a warm, inviting glow over the room. Plush velvet curtains frame the expansive windows, allowing a soft, filtered light to dance across the polished mahogany floors. The air is filled with the gentle hum of conversation and the clinking of glassware, punctuated by the occasional jingle of spurs and the rustle of silk dresses. Edmund's eyes scan the room, taking in the elegantly dressed patrons who move with an air of sophistica

Missy met Alicia's albino stare, her gaze flitting down as the moon caught on the point of the vampire's small, sharp tooth. For a moment, she didn't react. In the dark, on an empty street between the cold alleys and the wind-stirred copse of trees on the hill, Missy could feel a finger of doubt pressing at the back of her mind--a small, still 'what if?' that hung in the space between that pointed fang and the smaller woman's smiling lips. But as Alicia looked away, the spell was broken. Missy blinked, a street cat somewhere in the distance hissed, and then, reaching up to cover her mouth, Missy let out a half-smothered laugh. "St

I'll most likely be off line this weekend.

The city lights of Yokohama shimmered through the window, casting long, cool shadows across the bed where the Hellhound lay. The silence of the apartment was a heavy, healing thing, broken only by the steady, tired rhythm of their breathing. Akemi didn't look away when the Hellhound spoke of Hell. She didn't flinch at the word "home" being attached to a place of eternal fire and shadow. Instead, her brown eyes, deep and piercing with an old, quiet understanding, locked onto the Hellhound’s gaze. Akemi slowly, gently shook her head, a soft, sad smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She didn't need a thousand words to dismantle the

Hellhound watched the two communicate silently, leading to a mutual understanding between them and a delicious looking meal being cooked. The smell of food was something that humans seemed to have mastered so well and she could not get enough of it. She might have been excited about it but she did her best to wait patiently while at least watching him work. He was doing so much but her, a hell beast who never really made friends with anyone before. This felt so different from having to get up every now and then to hunt on her own for food. Sitting in the back to be served such a fine meal made by human hands to her felt like a gift. Hikaru th

Akemi felt the squeeze of those powerful, Hellhound fingers, a grip that could crush stone, yet was being held with such hesitant care. She squeezed back firmly, a silent promise of safety. Meeting her father’s gaze, she gave a single, solemn nod. No more words were needed, the bond between them understood the gravity of what had happened. Hikaru moved with a renewed, singular focus. He pulled his finest cuts of Wagyu from the cooler, marbling so intricate it looked like lace. The kitchen soon filled with the intoxicating, rich aroma of rendering fat as the steaks hit the searing heat of the pan. He worked quickly, tossing a generous por

Hellhound looked at Akemi with a puzzled look, still not good with understanding the way she was looked at sometimes, especially this case being Akemi who quietly enjoyed the sight of her. Seeing her alone made the hound happy but she waited that she was helped before trying anything to get out of the car. Seeing the familiar place meant she was safe now. No needs to fight anymore, at least for this day. Her natural warmth kept herself and hopefully Akemi warm enough to last until they could rest. The girl holding her kept her going, at least. She was exhausted but she held on, knowing what she was looking like but her state was mostly for th

The purple and gold hues of a Yokohama dusk settled over the city, casting long, dramatic shadows across the narrow alleyway behind the restaurant. The wail of sirens was distant now, a fading memory of the chaos on the rooftop. Akemi turned off the engine, the sudden silence of the car feeling heavy and intimate. She stepped out, her legs still feeling like lead, and made her way to the back door. As the door swung open, the cool evening air rushed in. Hellhound pushed herself up, the borrowed jacket sliding down her charcoal-toned shoulders to pool on the seat. Akemi reached in to help her, but as her eyes raked over the hound’s naked,

Hellhound quieted down, seeming to hear the heartbeat well. A thing that made Akemi very human even if she herself also had a beating heart. She looked up at Akemi when asked, remaining silent but listening, feeling more relaxed by the quiet but pounding rhythm. The feeling of the girl on the skin of her waist made her shiver for different reasons but it was a good feeling. If there was any human who she would have wanted to see after this fight for her life but also for other humans, it was her. The hound could easily sleep right there but now was not quite the best time for that, even though what she heard was music to her hear. She still w

The smoke cleared slowly, leaving the two of them as a small island of calm amidst the ruin of the rooftop. Akemi didn't seem to care about the soot staining her own clothes or the distant wail of sirens drawing closer. Her entire world had narrowed down to the shivering, exhausted creature in her lap. Akemi adjusted her seat on the cracked tiles, pulling the Hellhound closer until the demon’s heavy head was pressed firmly against the center of her chest. Through the thin fabric of Akemi's top, the Hellhound could hear it, the rhythmic, rapid thrum-thrum of a human heart racing with a mix of leftover adrenaline and overwhelming relief. A

After the explosion sourced from her anger was finally over, Hellhound stood back on her feet and looked around, smiling weakly to herself. She had won, seemingly. The neko could only be noticed for a short moment, falling off the building before her own smile disappeared, her flames reduced until they were extinguished, only leaving her fur affected by it all. Her body fell limply on the roof, exhausted by all of the energy spent in fighting and regenerating. For a moment, all she could hear was a peaceful silence in her closest surrounding, only disturbed by what cries of panic the humans made further in the distance, possibly added to the

The Neko demon’s eyes widened in a moment of pure terror. She had expected the Hellhound to flail, to fall, to be momentarily neutralized by the sudden loss of ground. Instead, she watched as the glowing, naked beast became a conduit for something far more ancient and destructive than a simple fire-breath. As the Hellhound reached the apex of her arc, the air around her didn't just heat up, it almost seemed to fracture to the demon. The discharge was instantaneous. A supernova of flames erupted, expanding in a spherical shockwave that consumed the entire rooftop. The Neko demon, still reeling on the ground and completely exposed,

Above the stage, Kojo moved carefully along the narrow iron catwalks while Billy and Carter hovered nearby, lantern light trembling across beams and ropes. The air smelled faintly of grease and dust, the ordinary scent of stage machinery... except for the addition of the scent of blood. Carter pointed to the prints, which were unmistakably a woman’s heeled shoes, small and narrow. They began directly above the place where Silas Ward had fallen and continued toward the junction where two catwalks met. Just before that junction hung the first real revelation. Suspended in the darkness was a stage harness, the sort used in flying acts and t

Exzel is tied to Elie's story for sure. But there can be side stories, to be sure. Exzelcryth, a variation of her, a vary close variation, started as an NPC in a table top Rifts 3 galaxies game during the minion war, I ran over a decade ago. That same Exzelcryth I used to base the one here on. Though that Rifts campaign is long gone. Exzel has stayed in my mind ever since. Like some of my first RP characters back from the 90s. I've never had a fragment of a created female (originally NPC) characyer stay with me for so long. Male characters from back in the day I remember fondly. I think all had some reflection of some part of my personal

Understandable. Hellhounds has been waiting but no pressure. I doubt I forget her anytime soon either. XD The excited ball of energy will be there when the world needs her. Or something... But yeah, take your time. Good to hear from you after this while, knowing you're safe. :) In time things will move. (All I'm hoping is I didn't forget to post. o.o)

Missy did her best to shelter Alicia as she led her through what remained of the departing crowd. Turning up the collar of Carlo's coat, Missy leaned in close over Alicia's shoulder, hoping to create a shield with the fabric and her own body against prying eyes. Trying not to alarm the smaller woman, she gave her shoulder a soft squeeze. "Don't mind them. Just stay close. They'll thin out a bit once we're away from the marquee." The night air drew a sharp sigh from Missy's lips as they left the stifling heat of the music hall behind. Warm bodies, talk, and gas lights all contributed to the oven-like oppression in the opulent atmos

I'll post tomorrow then

Well….. something I’m fixated on as of late… female villains and humiliating defeats >.>

It had probably been inevitable, Catherine had not been optimistic about avoiding this. At best she might have been able to delay it, maybe not today, if she had done things delicately enough. But it was inevitable, since she could not imagine anyone finding out she was here. She groaned in pain, as he forced himself in, she had never been taken to roughly, aggressively. It was not unlike how imagined the stories she heard of demons violating human women. Of course this bastard’s spirit was essentially with them, even if his body was human. For the moment it was still mostly pain she felt. Motions so familiar yet violently twisted. Wo

Got a few things to reply to now. Yay. Will see what I can get to tomorrow.

Hellhound's eyes focused on Akemi as she listened to her words. She could not really understand what it meant for her home to be where her heart was because all she knew was that her heart was in her chest but her chest was not her home. The questions and the explanations that came afterwards gave it more sense and made her think but she had to admit that hell might not be her home after all. Not a single demon would miss her. Hellhound did not enjoy herself there as much as she did in the last days with Akemi, even from the first time the both had fought. Whatever pain she had went through with their battle or the next had been worth the tro

Kari blushed softly as put some hair behind her ear. She saw Takamo smirk and then wave lightly as she waved lightly back. She wondered if he was related to Toshiro. "I'd love to join. Thank you for the invitation Toshiro. It means alot to me, since my parents are to busy to be here today." She said holding her diploma before taking a step closer and kissing his cheek. She took a step back her face becoming a bit redder after kissing his cheek.

Neither Jumi or Mitsuko were in normal states of mind, but they were both under the influence of the mark and both close enough that she was not worried. The opposite, she wanted to keep doing more, with Mitsuko and the others. “Yes, it’s good, I did not think I would have a chance to do something like this with you. I want the same, to watch how good it makes you feel. Show you how much I love it.” She gave Mitsuko a deep kiss, long and strong, putting her lust into it, as well as other feelings for Mitsuko, to enjoy thus together. She let herself focus entirely on Mitsuko for the moment. That was part of it, she desired what to her a

"You're not gonna german suplex a Princess now, are you?"

Yuri is girl love, not vagina love. Whether a futa has visible balls or a visible vagina, rarely matters in Fu/F encounters where the futa is a Domme/top. Because in those situations the futa’s cock is almost always involved in the action. And this is 100% of my experience with them. I’m sure it matters more if they’re a bottom or verse or a sub or switch or with someone who also has a cock or is way better with a strap on than I am. I do always end up asking about their specific plumbing at some point as I tend to pay attention to all the parts. They answer to me never matters except to steer the specific action. But now

I see lots of futa-on-female stories, comics, and pics tagged with yuri too. Maybe that varies by the site though.

@WritesNaughtyStories is a smarty and I agrees with him on a lot of this. Yes, the definition of yuri is girl love, but it definitely more nuanced than that. It’s not the same as lesbianism. I think it translates better to “loving like a girls”. For me, it isn’t about your parts or your pronouns. There’s emotion and sensuality and it’s tenderness involved. It doesn’t have to be ONLY that, but it has to include some of that. A dominant futa with an 18” cock can be yuri, if at some point there’s a moment of deep emotional intimacy and tenderness. And I loooooove that! A sensual futa kissing me in just the right way while slowly

Alicia held her tongue still as the two made their departure from the music hall, offering Carlo yet another gracious nod of her head briefly before they exited the doors out from the hall and into the cramped and noisy reception area. As they pushed through the crowd she felt herself slip further and further into an honor debt with Missy Fisher. She was quite literally shielding the short woman from the crowd. Comforted the little monster with a squeeze against her shoulder. How pleasant. Whispered rumors persisted of course, the sort of things she was all too familiar with. It had been her fault. She had murdered the man. The Vamp

Hello

Kojo watched Boone pocket something he picked up off the ground curiously. It had an odd look to it, a strange shine? Was it some poor woman's broach? Some unfortunate gentleman's pocket piece? He had no idea but he was certain the Deputy would attempt to pawn later. It wasn't his concern for now but...something about it did concern Kojo. The man pushed it away as she helped smooth his coat on Alicia, not concerned about the stains it was likely collected from the blood that adorned her. Kojo wasn't worried about the coat and only turned to look at Missy. His strange eyes locked on hers for a moment as he returned the nod and to Alicia as she

Mitsuko eyed Nymphia, the demons, Micori... So much was going on at once. Nymphia was into this, reminding her how she had teased her into accepting sex more and more, back in the city. She was not as innocent as she seemed but with her being marked now, it was hard to tell or think properly about who was really what. Slowly hugging Jumi, feeling her body close, embracing her, she moved close to her ear. "I want it, Jumi... We can have sex together. Just like before... This time, with them. It's good, right? They can make us all feel good... All of my holes, I want them filled.", she said with a broken smile. Micori, for herself, did not look

The two demons with Nymphia looked over the situation. The idea they had was mostly doable, though they did not want to interrupt Canata and Kaida. Jumi and Mitsuko sure looked fully into it. “You two both hungry for demons now?” The one already sucked off asked, as the other kept Nymphia company. “You two might like this idea now. Your friend here had so much fun sucking me off, thought it would be fun to have you all next to each other showing us how much more you want with your mouths. Well that one might be too busy.” She glanced at Kaida before continuing. “We could wait for her. Of course you could maybe just watch your friend

Micori sat down once at the end, smirking to the two girls while stroking herself very slowly, only at a sort of massage pace to keep a good feeling there, teasing on purpose or not. "Hmm, now she is the one who needs a rest. I think she loved it, though... I might break her if I go on longer. Her desire for this plaything has been proven. Both of you have been good girls so you both get a moment to rest. If you want to go on, however, you are welcome. Maybe I should let one or the two of you lead, this time... Blue has done well doing that before when she went for my feet. That was surprising but I liked it. Any holes or places tempting you?

Jumi smiled, as she listened to Mitsuko. The one hand still gripping her’s she took the other and reached over, fondled Mitsuko’s breast, it felt right, as she was about to receive another load of cum. “It is so hot, hearing you say these things.” She whispered in Mitsuko’s ear, Kaida and Canata were interesting, but her attention was focused on Mitsuko, wanting to see where she, where both of them went tonight. She did not only intend to watch, after recovering. But she did enjoy the sight of this. “It just feels so right, so natural, doesn’t it?” Mitsuko would not ever enjoy it or even try it with a man, but she got a feeling for how

Name: Seraphina Valemorte Age: 325 years old Species: Vampire Sex: Female Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Role: Vampire Rank: Corpse Sower-Nurses/Assistant/Doctors Master: N/A Personality: Seraphina is; elegant, intelligent, and dangerously charming. She speaks calmly and deliberately, rarely raising her voice. Her presence feels both comforting and unsettling-like standing near a beautiful but venomous creature. She enjoys psychological games, teasing people with half-truths and cryptic comments. While she can be playful and

"You don't have to worry about having money. Everything's paid for by everyone's favorite jackass," Toshiro jerked a thumb back to Takamo who happened to look at Kari, giving a smirk before a slight wave, "And I don't mind paying costs either. My treat, besides, I'd rather have a "burden" than not have anyone at all." Toshiro really wanted to tell Kari to quit sounding a fuckin' idiot as soon as she referred to herself as a burden. But he didn't want to be all offensive and scare the girl off. With everything said he wouldn't have offered if he thought Kari was really a burden, but then again he didn't want to cuss her either so he kept

A drink. I wonder if they will offer me blood. More importantly, should I consume it if they do? It might be amusing to see their reactions. May be useful to stoke the rumor. While Alicia did ponder the idea of a drink she also kept within the back of her mind the possibility that this might be a trap. The man supposedly capable of seducing most women would be far more dangerous within his own territory. Alicia was already at a disadvantage. Might the risk be worth it? But then there was also the alternative: returning alone to her home. Aldert was out there. Tonight would be a prime opportunity for him to strike. Who would be surprised

Mitsuko nodded to Jumi while Micori let them talk, letting her body talk for her for now. "I-I want it... Not pulling out...", she begged, while her body could barely contain letting out her orgasms, which did nothing to stop Micori from going as strong on her. "More dangerous than Shinigami, hm...? So you did have a go with her. Of course... She fucked each and every ones of you. One might think she is like a demon craving human girls... She enjoyed your holes, didn't she? The same way I am? ♪", she playfully thrust a little harder to make her point. Mitsuko cried out but nodded. "S-she did... She did...! Please don't stop!", she moaned, get

Yeah, I'm really excited to explore the reasons why Violetta left Kiyo at that time too! Especially given how traumatic that day was for her. And I'm excited to see that day from Violetta's point of view.

A baby!

His hips blurred like a fuckmachine

Hellhound stood as still as she could, wondering for a second if she was simply going to finish her like this. A demon cornered by a hell hound who was forged by the flames of the underworld, a beast on top of her who was yearning for her death without seeing potential consequences. Her focus entirely on her target, which her soft paw pressed on. "I told you that I would kill you...!", she spat out in anger. Demons always pushed her around. Those who knew better left her alone... Some powerful demons otherwise, while they could probably force their control upon her, saw only a lazy beast doing nothing most of the day except play and eat. The

Zorn had some experience with demonic experts in seduction. The succubus, Canata being the prime example. But Canata and Exzel had their differences, Canata simply did what came natural to a succubus, did not have the sort of training Exzel had, had different approaches. He tried to keep a rational head, play them game while remembering who they really were. But Exzel was incredibly good at this, served masters who required such. That and her playing as Alexandrine made it hard for him to think clearly. It was hard to believe she was acting, and if she kept this up it would just be even harder. He was not as easy to manipulate as most,

Yes yes she is

Elie listened to both sides carefully taking in all the information trying to come up with back up plans if needed but that would take her some time. "So if Zorn shows up stay out of sight and keep my guard up in case of Kaji and his minions got it. Also Exzel I promise to never let anyone enslave you again. You have dealt with your fair share of trauma." She said looking at Diamond and Exzel. She could tell that were some hidden secrets buried deep inside both of their minds but she wasn't going to push any further. "So it seems just from body language and eye movements you two might have questions about Sebastian or something else. Go