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The silence of the night was disturbed by the sound of a powerful diesel engine and crashing when something broke. It was a mailbox in front of the house that had stood no chance against the black tank-like vehicle. The driver didn’t even slow down after hitting the mailbox, leaving pieces and bits of the destroyed box lying on the front lawn. The armored car parked near the front door. Soon the driver, a black haired woman with fox features dressed in a rather revealing little dress, wobbled the couple of steps up and after some fumbling succeeded at sticking the key in the keyhole and entered the house. Anjira was usually in a good mood when she returned from her night out, but she usually came home later too. Now the charite was in a foul mood. She tossed her purse somewhere in a corridor and dropped her jacket on the floor on her way to the living room, where her destination was; a bar cabinet. It was some kind of miracle she managed to get there without falling on her stripper high heels. After filling her glass, not like they filled it in a restaurant or a bar, but like she had filled it with juice, the woman slumped down on a black leather couch, spilling some drops of brandy on her chest. She straightened her long legs, veiled in black lace thigh high. Anjira had dolled up properly for the night. She had shiny gold earrings on her furry ears, sparkling like stars amid the dark fur. Her thin choker was the same yellow gold as her earrings. “What are you watching?” She asked with awfully uninterested voice when she noticed the tv was on.

Let's try posting one my of darkest private bulletins here and see what happens. The story of a human girl and a monster, the girl gradually becoming a monster herself and his mate. One way or another a monster ended up under the girl's bed. How did it get there? Portal from another world/dimension? A unnoticed egg mixed with other stuff put under there? It is a fairly small detail that does not have to be considered but we can figure it out if you want to. The monster quietly grows under the bed and waits, sneaking out to eat at night. The girl may or may not notice it, but if she does she is too afraid to try to get rid of it. Until one night. The exact nature/shape/features of the creature can be discussed. But one night, once they are both old enough, it comes out and onto her bed. Maybe it is has a stinger, maybe it bites her, one way or another it gives her some sort of toxic relaxant. She is not put to sleep or immobilized, but it relaxes her to the point she does resist at all as it mates with her. She does not care, maybe even enjoys it (at least for the night, while its happening, when she wakes up she is likely not nearly so happy about it, but she might be also confused as to whether it was a nightmare or real). What she does not know at this point is that was only the beginning. Rather than inseminate her, the mating released a fluid into her that slowly begins a process of changing her. It takes a while, and possibly multiple mating sessions, but eventually her mind and body start to change. She first begins to take on physical aspects of the creature, the initial changes can possibly be hidden, with varying degrees of difficulty, but eventually she will have to abandon her current life. As more of her body changes, she becomes somewhat more comfortable with the creature and it no longer gives her the toxins. Instead it offers her raw meat from his hunts, encouraging her to eat it. This speeds up the physical changes and starts the mental ones. She feels uncomfortable around other people (which was already somewhat true due to the changes she had to hide, but now it is more hostile than scared). Eventually she snaps and kills someone. That is when all the pieces comes together and she figures out more of what is happening. Her mate had been feeding her human meat. His kind, and what she is becoming, are predators that feed on many things but often crave humans. Possibly with some lingering shame and humiliation, she eats the person she just killed. This is when the mental changes really intensify. At some level she remembers she used to be human, but no longer thinks of herself as one, no longer thinks like one. They become prey and she loses any remaining shame about hunting and feeding on them. At this point she has to find a new place to live, and the male returns, to lead her to a place he had in mind. At this point they mate again, this time her body fully changed, and the purpose becomes to have children, which they both want at this point. At this point things can go a few different ways. Maybe these creatures mate for life. In which case their 'relationship' is not something we would recognize as love, but act as a couple of sorts and work together and keep having children, more similar to animals who mate for life. Another option would be that the first male's role is done after his first child/children are born and she has to seek out other males of her new kind maybe once a year or so. I like the idea that she can only give birth (lay eggs maybe) to males and females have to be created the way she was. They are creatures who are unique in the world but due to very small numbers and secrecy, have not been discovered yet. It could continue on to explore the lives for such creatures and the sorts of things they might encounter that humans know nothing about.

Inspired by a recent status update by Aura https://ecchidreams.com/dreamer/1461-aura/?status=39087&type=status The story of two sisters, who unknowingly are drawn to the same man. He takes each of them, slowly manipulates them, breaks them, teaches them to be his complete slaves, primarily sexually, but perhaps in other ways as well. The two sisters not knowing the other is going the through the same thing until after both of them have completely become his. I'm completely open to how far and drastic he goes to make them his, humiliation, violence, etc. This might be a useful one to have three players. One playing the man and one each of the sisters. I'm inclined to play one of the sisters. I'll leave it open a bit. Not necessarily first come first serve. The first to ask for one or both may get it, but I also want to see if who if any of my existing partners have any interest. Who the man and what existing connection he might have with one or both sisters is up in the air.

This is a story heavy idea, with a good deal of sex mixed in. It could be a mix of MxF and/or FxF. I’m likely to play both 1 male and 1 female character, as well as minor characters when needed. The idea would be for you to play another female character, and any side characters you want/need to. Magical girls had always been around. Think the noble Sailor Moon style of magical girl, fighting off various monster/alien threats. They were heroes, who kept their identities secret. Protectors of all humanity. At least, they used to be. Some years back, during a lull in non-human threats, one of them got the idea to convince the team to start dealing with human caused threats. To take out criminals and corrupt government officials, or even overthrow tyrannical/corrupt governments. They were successful on a small scale, but quickly got in over their heads. Eventually a government managed to capture them…then saw some value in using them. Over a period of time they were broken, beaten, and fucked into complete submission. A new government agency was founded to use them, as spies, agents, assassins. They were taught to be completely loyal to their superiors. To obey orders and fight for the government’s interests. There were still occasional supernatural threats, they still fought those, but only in the way they were ordered to. They also fought human enemies of their country, spying, seducing, sometimes killing. Your character is a new magical girl, kidnapped and brought to the appropriate agency facility. My two major characters will be the man who will be her superior, and an older veteran magical girl, there to give her some sense of what being a government agent means and to at least sometimes fight alongside her.

This is an idea in a setting very very loosely based on the world of Fallout. A world where civilization collapsed and has only very recently begun to be reestablished in some places. The story will explore most of the darker aspects of such a world, the story is focused on a brother and sister, with no surviving family. Their parents were recently killed and now they are on their own and need to do whatever they can to survive. Both are reasonably well armed at the moment, knives, several guns with ammo. Eventually they need to replace/resupply them though. Both will quickly learn they can only trust each other, and they have to do anything they can to survive. Within the first few nights, the brother will cross the incest line, whether she wants to or not. Once crossed, it will continue. They will need to kill, both humans and non-humans. Both will likely have varying amounts of sex with the creatures of the wilds, sometimes more willingly than others. The brother will sometimes sell his sister for the night for money, or temporarily give her to others to avoid trouble (but will kill anyone who tries to keep her). Sooner or later, she is likely to have one or more of his children. Desperation for food may even lead them to cross the cannibalism line. Just about any line might be crossed in one way or another, in a story of love and survival for a desperate brother and sister.

In the Western Continent, only the strong and chosen were allowed to be tested for the annual Ceremony of the Plates. Our story takes place in the metropolis city of Adora; large sleek modern buildings that would touch the sky to the humble shack in the outskirts were overshadowed by these towers of metal and mortar. The ceremony was the difference between a life of servitude and poverty to grand adventure and wealth. Many participated and it was such a dangerous affair that many would have to sign waivers so family members could not claim wrongful death over a perfectly voluntary process. The Ceremony of the Plates was a way for these warriors t exhibit their skills and for a God to choose to be their champions. The ability to wield powerful weapons to crush inanimate objects and living beings with ease. If one was lucky they would also be blessed with armor plates that were gifts from the Gods. Both protecting and strengthening the wearer it allowed them to channel the innate element that the God associates with; these lucky few are called Armorers and there were less than twenty on the Western Continent. That is until this day when a human female of the seventh nahn circle of their complicated class system made history. The event was strange because she was almost on the brink of being killed by a pike wielder who had her praying to the Gods and her prayers were answered it seemed. Not only was she the youngest female Armorer she was also the first to claim the championship of the Ice Priestess; an aloof God that would bring harsh blizzards to the land if angered. Or at least that is who the people blamed for coincidental natural phenomenon. As the ceremony came to a close the female was adorned with much praise and coveted by officials to be a guard for their 'honorable' houses. A feast was even held in her honor, the disconnect between the first nahn circle to the tenth dahn circle was so large. It was uncomfortable how abundant in fresh food and excess they indulged in while the poorest of them suffered starvation and unclean environments. Even though she was closer to the top as far as class went she still was used to the harsh labor required to live. With the realization that there would be corruption and waste the female could not accept the attentions any more. That evening she would escape from the clutches of the elite and leave the city not even saying goodbye to those she considered family. A sack of her most immediate essentials and a document of the last known location to the most skilled Armorer to ever be produced from Adora, Asher Ambrose, she set out on her quest to find the man she wanted to be her teacher. A month after her departure for her quest she had finally found his last known dwelling, in a large black cloak that covered her face and body she went . It was a large estate in the middle of nowhere; a multiple story castle like structure with a connecting bridge built over the rushing ravine below. The gate was closed shut but that wasn't so hard to get past now that she her self was an Armorer. Leaping over the gate with a rookies over estimation of how gravity works, she landed on her rear on the stony path leading to the large front door. Hurriedly she would rush to the door and with all of her reasonable strength she would pound at the door. Over and over and over again but no answer, it had rolled into evening and she had almost given up that is until after what felt like a hundred years an older gentleman with a distinguished mustache towered over her five foot five frame. Pulling a the hood off her head it revealed her light ginger hair and determined blue eyes. Armorer's had this innate ability to tell their own and feel ones aura; and Asher's was making her body burn from how intense his aura felt. Before the man could say anything the voice of the young twenty-five year old female spoke excitedly. "You're Asher Ambrose right?! It is such an honor to meet you! I know this is sudden and out of the blue but..." Suddenly she would bow and in earnest beg for his tutelage. "Please let me be your student!" After some silence he would dawn a sly grin and give her the conditions. To which not really understanding all that she had heard agreed despite the risks, and so this started their relationship as Master and Student. Another month had passed the two were sparring in his training grounds and this was where their story truly begins...

IDEA: Something I've tried on another RP site, which failed to catch on, but since there seem to be more people here interested in that kind of heavy smut, here goes: Esquilline Dark (Ixis is her Vampire name, not known by humans), is a pornstar who loves to throw wild sex parties in her Amsterdam penthouse. She and her friend the Femminatrix are the main attractions, but there are also fluffers, guests, VIPs and staff to play around with. More below... Possible roles to play: 1) Regular Guests (pay-to-crash (500 euros - no need to write it out, can just say it was paid "off screen"), no maximum number, food&booze on the house, free-to-play with the fluffers, pay-to-play with Esquilline Dark, The Femminatrix or the other 2 stars (if any are available at the time, prices depending on content. Guests can screw each other, the fluffers, the stars, or any combination thereof.)) 2) VIPs (Dark's handpicked guests, maximum number of 5, free crash, food&booze on the house, free-to-play with both the fluffers, and the porn stars (if available) - private suites encounters possible). Again, broad screwing rules.) 3) Staff (Waiters(4), Bartenders(2), Kitchen Staff(4), DJ's(1), Bouncers(4), Fluffers (male and female, 10 max. each). Fluffers can (and will often be directed to) screw each other, the stars, or the guests. All the others can only sneak in some casual BJ or something when nobody's looking, in the restrooms maybe etc. (they are at work, after all). For the fluffers, screwing IS work.) 4) Guest Porn Stars (I will play Dark(Ixis) and Femminatrix, but there would be room for 2 more. Male or female. Same rules about guests apply to them (pay-to-play for regs, free-to-play for VIPs). Broad screwing rules for all). PECKING ORDER: 1) The Pornstars: They can give instructions to any fluffers (even those servicing guests, minus VIP's), which must be obeyed, unless another Pornstar instructed them first, including gross/creepy/uncomfortable ones, barring outright molestation. The bouncers will not intervene, unless directed by Ixis to do so. They can also refuse to service any of the VIP's, if the services desired are unreasonable/creepy/outside of the pornstar's comfort zone - open to interpretation on a case-by-case basis, left to the individual pornstar's discretion. They can request a track-change from the DJ, as long as it's not contradicting Ixis's request for the same. Their request does come above VIP's request, though. They can summon the bouncers at any time, to throw a harrassing guest (including a VIP) out, if necessary. Esquilline Dark(Ixis) can give instructions to ANY member of the staff, as she sees fit, which must be obeyed. She can also override the orders to throw guests out, from other Pornstars (if she judges them as overreactions), but she can NOT make the other Pornstars do anything, or service anyone they don't want to. 2) The VIPs: They can order any fluffer to satisfy them in any way they want (as long as said fluffer isn't occupied with any other guest). This includes gross/creepy/uncomfortable demands, as long as not outright molesting, in which case the bouncers will intervene and stop it (at which point the VIP may or may not be kicked out, decided by Ixis). If paid for it, and within the limits of what was paid for, they can also order the Pornstars (and Ixis), to satisfy them in any way they want. They can order drinks/food, or request a DJ to change the track (which may or may not be obliged, at DJ's discretion, or any 'above' wishes from Ixis, or other Pornstars). A VIP can have a maximum of 3 fluffers to him/herself, but can only hire 1 Pornstar at a time. 3) The Regs: They can order any fluffer to satisfy them in any way they want (as long as said fluffer doesn't have a prior order from a VIP, a Pornstar, or Ixis, and isn't occupied with any other guest). These orders can be countermanded by the Pornstars (but not by VIPs). This also includes gross/creepy/uncomfortable demands, but the bouncers will crack down on it much faster then on a misbehaving VIP (at which point the guest will be summarily kicked out, without any intercession by Ixis). They can order drinks/food, and can only have 1 fluffer at a time. *** The rest are basically equally bottom in the order, just different roles. 4) The Fluffers: They are obligated to follow any sexual orders from any of the Pornstars, including creepy/gross/uncomfortable ones. They are not allowed to complain or refuse, unless they can convince the Pornstar not to do that to them, or Ixis decides to intervene on their behalf. They are also obligated to follow any and all sexual orders from any of the guests (VIPs or Regs.), minus the conditions outlined in above sections. They may (or may not, their discretion) refuse an order to perform a non-sexual task, from anyone (including Ixis). That's not their job. 5) The Bouncers: They may spot and remove any troublemaking guest (not VIP), at their discretion. They may only remove VIPs, with approval from Ixis (even though the other Pornstars may order them to do so, they must bring it to Ixis first). They must follow any and all non-sexual orders given to them by a Pornstar, if they don't contradict with any given by Ixis. They may also warn other non-fluffer staff members about engaging in sexual activity, and report it to Ixis, but may NOT remove or discipline them, without approval from Ixis. May not be caught engaging in sexual activity, by a Pornstar, or Ixis. Also subject to Guests, VIPs, or Fluffers taddling on them, if they see them screwing around. 6) Bartenders: May give instructions to the waiters, regarding serving orders. May not give instructions to anyone else. Same rules about sexual activity as above. 7) DJ: May oblige the requests of Pornstars or VIPs for a track change (in that order), at his/her discretion. Not required to, and not allowed to, if contradicting Ixis's music selection at the moment (until the end of song). Must oblige immediately, any request by Ixis to change tracks. Same rules about sexual activity as above. 8 ) Kitchen Staff: May not leave the Kitchen, except for a bathroom break. Same rules about sexual activity as above. ALLOWED: Light-to-moderate recreational drugs, NO heavy stuff, all kinds of booze being poured, and a good selection of fast-food snacks from the kitchen. Up to the discretion of whoever(s) playing the Bartenders and Kitchen Staff. Guests may also bring stuff in, if it falls within those categories. Music choices are made by Ixis, the DJ, and the Pornstars. DISALLOWED: Any kind of censoring or fade-to-black when it comes to smut of any kind! XD Also, Ixis is Esquilline's Vampire name, not known to any humans. To them, she's simply Esquilline Dark. Also, no moving the narrative away from the party. Any separate emergent plotlines can be explored in separate threads. OPENING CHARACTERS (UNDER MY CONTROL): Esquilline Dark(Ixis), Femminatrix. OPENING CHARACTERS (SHARED): Four unnamed fluffers (2 male, 2 female), Bouncer Zolln, Bartender Jaxo. If anyone is interested, just post whenever you wish. *********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** Main Lounge Floor Spoiler: Side-Lounge, on the Main Floor Stairwell to the 2nd Floor, Dance Area 2nd Floor, Main Lounge, Bar Area + Kitchen (off pic) 2nd Floor - Side Lounges ********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************* AMSTERDAM - RED LIGHT DISTRICT 22:30... Up in Ixis's private sanctum, the vampiress had just finished draining the last of her chosen meals, for the night. All three unfortunate souls were looking pale as a wall, gently restrained on side-by-side racks, in the seductress's spacious, luxuriously appointed bedroom, as her cat Veraxa watched contentedly, a bowl of milk in front of her, from a blood-red pew off to the side. Two men and a woman, none of the three were dead, but all looked way out of sorts, half-closed eyes gazing emptily off into some undetermined spot on the wall, twitching ever-so-slightly. Severely anaemic with loss of blood, the twin small bite marks on each of their necks, evidence of what had been done to them. No scarring would remain, Ixis was always extremely careful about that, when applying bite-force on her 'non-lethal' donors. None of the three had any visible marks of struggle, save the woman, whose wrists betrayed her attempts to break free of the undead creature's grasp. With the men, it was easier, lured here by the promise of a sexual extravaganza with the one and only Esquilline Dark, and already halfway-high on copious amounts of MDMA slipped into their drinks. The woman was just a random passerby, that Ixis, on her rounds earlier this evening, just after sunset, managed to snatch off the street and drag into her car, then brought to the penthouse through the underground garage. She needed a 3rd 'donor', to be able to drain a small enough amount of blood from each, to keep all of them alive. A 4th one would've been ideal, but it was what it was. The memory-suppression agent injected by her Vampire saliva would insure none of them remembered anything, and soon, when the party started, they would be carried off to a 'recovery room' of sorts, where IV drips would be administered to them by her personal medical staff, to replenish some of the lost blood plasma in a hurry, each tailored to the specific blood type of each person, along with essential nutrients, to begin the bodies' natural blood regenerative process. In the morning, the two men would wake up, thinking that they just fell asleep, combined with the lingering aftereffects of the drugs, while the woman would be returned to where Ixis snatched her off, out of sight in an alley, left to wake up on her own. She would remember nothing about what happened last night, and be left with a mystery, but no concrete idea what happened. Esquilline Dark (human illusory form) Ixis (when the illusion is dropped) It was a good evening, in 'Esquilline Dark's' considered opinion. For the third week in a row, she was successful in securing food, without needing to kill. Feeding was always an operation entirely on it's own level of complexity, for a vampire, especially one where none of the donors died. So many ends needed to be covered, so many eventualities accounted for, in this age of surveillance and networked connectivity. It took planning, foresight, knowing the 'hunting ground', and methodology. Yes, she relied on human assistance to cover her tracks, but even they weren't entirely sure what happened to these people, as none of them had ever witnessed an act of feeding, and were well-paid by Ixis to keep their mouths shut. And in rough-play... bite marks were common. As paranoid as humans tended to be, they were just as greedy. And money was one thing the vampiress never had a shortage of, to grease the palms that needed greasing. Money, seduction, celebrity status, blackmail, intimidation... murder. Esquilline Dark used each of those, in roughly equal capacity, when it came to achieving her ends. She had her cold, delicate fingers on the pulse of humanity's... whims, quirks, and habits. She knew her prey, intimately, for hundreds and hundreds of years now. The more they thought they changed and evolved in their sensibilities... the more they stayed the same, to the eyes of a creature as... immutable... as one of the Kind. Cattle. Yet cattle with teeth, and cunning, not to be taken lightly. She went to her dressing room, turning on the subdued purple lighting, her ruby gaze gleaming in the semi darkness, as a large baroque mirror reflected her delicate, statuesque frame. An illusion of course, one she maintained for the humans' benefit, a glittering mask covering a rotting corpse, centuries old. She stripped down to her lingerie, a silky-laced crimson bra and panties, the seams of which screamed in agony over her strong, yet supple thighs, swaying with perfect harmony in each step, forming a triangle around her womanhood, which, for good half a decade now, was her main source of income, and notoriety. Cunt, tits, ass... all perfect, all three something that men have literally died for, many times before. Be it as her food, or her entertainment. Or both. She sold herself, she cashed-in on herself, and she made an entire fragrance brand, around herself. An echo of splendour, over a lost soul, tainted by her everlasting curse. So many people looked down on sex workers, considering them the morally-bankrupt dregs of society. So few had any conception of the power, wielded by one. Especially one with the... aura... she had. Power to capture the imagination of the masses, and to hold it imprisoned, in a gilded cage of naked lust. Power to reshape one's perception on sexuality, through impressionable suggestion. Power to shatter relationships, destroy families, yet also power to connect. Nothing in this world, was as powerful as the primal urge to mate, and the surge of endorphine, serotonine, dopamine, and epinephryne, leading the human individual to a state of bliss... and a state of extreme susceptiblity to... suggestion. Something Ixis used, and abused, to carve out her current iteration of self, in this world. Her crimson-colored, sparkling lips curled sligthly, into a self-satisfied smile, as she traced her hands over her body, tussling a strand of raven-black hair, from her eyes, with a measured twitch of her head, as her eyes slowly lost their glowing reddish aspect, and assumed a colour of onyx stone, dark, deep, and mysterious, seemingly boring into the soul of any man meeting her gaze. "Play... mmm... Insanity Syndrome." - she spoke, in a lubriciously intimate, alto-seductive tone, not taking her eyes off her mirror-image. With a soft beep, the penthouse's integrated voice-recognition entertainment suite complied. Current track (free to be changed by the would-be DJ) As the soft beats of Enigma's masterpiece started caressing her acute hearing, from the unobtrusive speakers integrated everywhere in her domain, she slowly padded over to a liquor cabinet nestled against a corner wall, picking out a delicate glass and a short, but wide bottle. Pouring herself a shot of Forager's Clogau, she sipped on it, putting the bottle back, before she walked back to the mirror, setting the glass down on the nightstand in front of it. Reaching down, she opened a drawer, pulling out a bottle of Deep Heat lotion, something the vampiress always used, to temporarily raise her body temperature to approximate human levels, whenever she anticipated sexual activity, since without that, she had no natural heat. Visually, she could adopt a human illusion, but that did not extend to tactile sense. Heating-up had to be achieved by external means. Meticulously and methodically, she rubbed herself up, from the tips of her toes, to the top of her neck, as well as cheeks, forehead, and ears. Another bottle, this one labeled "Deep Heat Oil", would be used for the insides of her vagina and asshole. Biting her lower lip slightly, she relished the sensation, letting out a soft moan, as she applied it. Time to get dressed for the party. She wasn't shooting anything this week, but she knew that Femm was. What was it called... "Dick Long: The Betrayal", supposed to have premiered yesterday. She guessed Femm would be around soon. While not technically invited to her parties, Femm had become a standard attraction over time, inviting herself the first few times, and bringing her own cadre of fans with her. Ixis eventually just shrugged, accepting the intruders with good grace. If anything, the publicity from the added fanbase only enhanced her own following and brand. Plus... they got along nicely. Neither of them a jealous type, they got into a habit of sharing their... herds... equitably. Most of the time. It WAS still Dark's party. Still, she couldn't help but shake her head... "What a title... whoever her scriptwriter is, Femm really needs to sack him and find someone with a gram of creativity!" - the vampiress chuckled to herself. Of course, she knew the other pornstar wouldn't. Aside from challenging herself on how many loads of sperm she could swallow in each new gangbang she did, Femminatrix's only concern was how she turned out in the scenes. She was the stereotypical definition of an airheaded bimbo, with... assets, that put even Dark's own LL implants to shame, and a flexibility to match, being a former gymnast. "Far as I know, she's at... 182 in one hour, I think? Two months ago, at Swordmasters 9 meeting? Not bad, girl! Should've taken more Loper though, to counter the diarrhea from all that protein flushing down. I could smell it when you came over the next evening... dirty little slut!" - Dark's smirk widened slightly. She enjoyed oral as much as Femm, but for different reasons. Femminatrix craved man-juice, in rivers. She craved man-blood, pounding through those stiff, painfully erect cocks. A little nibble here, a little there... it was a mental orgasm in itself, for a Vampiress. And an exercise in restraint, at the same time, her fangs... caressing... those shafts, begging to be sunk in, but in her conscious denial. *** DOWN IN THE MAIN PENTHOUSE AREAS... Speak of the devil... Zolln, manning the entrance from the trio of elevators leading up from the lobby, perked up slightly from his IPhone, hearing the *cling* of a stopping elevator. He frowned. It was still 20 minutes until most of the staff were supposed to begin trickling-in. And he knew that Dark herself would be going out to meet the VIP's, another half an hour later, with the regs beginning to arrive at that same time. So who could this be? He mentally prepared himself to intercept and turn around whoever emerged from the car, but he had barely stepped forward, when a wave of spicy fragrance assailed his nostrils. His craggy face spread into a grin. He knew of only one person who had a taste for this particular cheapish perfume - the same person who made his cock explode down her gullet on many an occassion so far. "Eyyy, Femm!!" - he greeted the top-heavy, bald bimbo who stepped out, with surprising grace in her steps, even belying the platform heels she wore. Even with heels, she stood slightly shorter then Dark's 1.76meters of statuesque, curvy-athletic perfection, but considerably more buxom, and a bit juicier in the hips, it was all the man could do, to contain the sudden burst of erection in his jeans, as he felt his shaft struggling against the zipper. She was roughly in her mid 20's, same as Dark, maybe a little older, with a pair of ginormous, firm fake tits that literally pierced out of what looked like a heavy-duty sport top under a simple laced black blouse. He suspected the sport top was necessary to even have a hope of containing what was beneath, as any regular bra would just snap at the seams from the... pressure. Flat midriff, as the blouse was tied in a knot just over her bellybutton, adorned with a jeweled piercing, and faded, torn jeans following her legs down to a pair of heels. "Hi there Zolo!" - the woman purred at him, with a grin, in that trademark off-accent English that originated somewhere way eastward of the farthest eastern borders of the European continent. Her simplification of names was as cute as it was annoying, at times, but he didn't mind. Her language skills were NOT, what he always wanted, from her, and what she was always willing to give him. Him and 99% of all other men who ever entered her field of vision. What was her real name? He didn't care. As long as his wife never found out where he ACTUALLY worked. Dark, in his experience, at least had some class, even if her ferocity in the scenes was... insane. This whore... no class. But for some reason, that just appealed to him more. Dark was too... intense for his 44 years of age. Femm had that too, but she was a more front-loaded type. Lascivity, assertion and sluttiness in advance, then some casual fucking, sucking and various toilet-play, without bringing him to the brink of a heart-attack, and squeezing hard enough to almost break bones, as Dark tended to do with her insane stamina and athleticism. With a total lack of subtext or subtlety, Femminatrix approached, and reached her right hand to grip him by the crotch, squeezing surprisingly hard, as she literally shoved her twin lethal weapons at his chest, licking her blue-sparkly lips lasciviously. His back banged against the wall, as he laughed, gripping her by the back of her neck, and pulling her in for a sloppy kiss, his free hand slapping her hard on the ass. "Somebody's hungry!" - he teased. "You need stay here, Zolo? Or go to bathroom with me? I give you quickie!" - she purred, releasing his crotch, now rubbing her knee up at his throbbing penis. "Mmm well... how quick can you do it?! I... I gotta be back here before the crowd starts comin' in!" - he grunted, one hand now insistently groping her huge melons. God damn he WANTED to stick it in her. Not helped by the fact his wife was a frigid fucking cunt who would't give him the time of day unless in a PERFECT mood, most weekends. The rest of the time, she was a neurotic wreck. "No worry... I expert! You now be good boy, and come with me or I hurt you!" - she mock-ordered him, kissing his neck, as she half shoved him toward the restrooms down the hall. He pretended to 'resist' for a moment, then faked a resigned chuckle, letting her lead him into the men's restroom. *** Inside the main floor, a number of fluffers were lounging around the various sofas and tabure's, sipping root beer and chatting, passing the time, or making out, while Jaxo, a chubby middle-aged man, busied himself polishing glasses at the main floor bar. To his mind, the lounge was emptiest before a big party, when most of the staff still needed to arrive first. He grimaced in some disgust, at the sight of three fluffers... eating and rimming... each other down the aisle. As well-paid as this job was, the sheer level of sexual... degeneracy... on display, often threatened to make him sick. "What the fuck's this world coming to... ? Nothing's sacred anymore. Not even one's shithole." - he thought, averting his gaze firmly. Yet, judgemental as he was, saying no to the kind of salary he had here, was out of the question, especially given his... track record... in more reputable establishments. Simply put, it was either this, or work in some cheapass dive, for maybe 1/10th the money. Whatever else she was, and she was a filthy, irredeemable whore, in his view - Esquilline Dark was generous to her staff, and didn't look at personal resume's too closely. Yet there was something about her... something that gave Jaxo the ever-so-subtle creeps. She was too... perfect. Too immaculately graceful. Too supremely confident in herself. And her eyes... he never felt comfortable looking her in the eyes. Jaxo subscribed to the saying that 'eyes are a window to the soul'. Yet whenever he looked into Dark's deep, mesmerizing, black onyx ones, he felt... like there was nothing there. No... person. No... humanity. He couldn't explain it. But he didn't like it.

Once he had young Trey squared away with the mistress, Grey Norton left the room to give the man his privacy. He was sure he wouldn't be welcomed for Trey's first time at the House. Maybe his first time, period. Trey hadn't been specific and Grey didn't need him to be. The reedy older man moved to the bar, ordering himself a strong drink and looking around. He wasn't one to find one girl and stay, though he didn't mind making reruns. He looked over to the bartender serving him his drink. "Out of curiosity, you have anyone I haven't seen yet available tonight?" "Indeed we do, sir, many. However, given your proclivities from last time, only a few are available to you. I can suggest Crystal. She is young, as you prefer." The tender lowered their voice, "Also, the little tart is on my shitlist. Broke one of my glasses, so I don't mind throwing her to you, Mr. Wolf." The voice returned to normal volume. "Shall I have her fetched for you?" Grey tipped his glass in agreement as he was shown to a larger room with a bed and he was shown how to use the false wall for the 'toys.' @KinkyKathy

Warning: This Side Story will contain scenes of a graphic nature. This includes, but is not limited to, extreme violence and gore. If you find either of these themes distasteful, then please do not read. This thread will not contain any sex; it is an adventure thread. Participants: Daedrin and Izanagi Description: After Izanagi found a mysterious sword in the forest, he approached Deadrin to have it repaired however lacked the funds required to repair the sword. So the two came to an agreement that if Izanagi went into the Rosayia Forest and got his hands on Kraerhil, a rare exotic metal used in sword making, Daedrin would pay him for however much he retrieved. After some discussion, Daedrin agreed to accompany him on this quest as well to be a guide through the forest as well as to get their hands on more. -x-x-x-x-x-x-x- Once Izanagi joined him, Daedrin gave him a nod to show his approval before he turned back towards the forest. It seemed a little too quiet for his tastes, and he already had a gut feeling that they were going to encounter something very soon. But then he had inherited his Fathers tendency to get into trouble. He snorted a little in amusement at that though, the sound soft enough not to be overheard by Izanagi. Daegrin stirred a little restlessly, and Daedrin stroked his neck gently, “Daegrin senses that there’s something nearby. Let’s move, and keep an eye out.” Daedrin said in warning as he kicked Daegrin’s flanks lightly causing the Aelda to move forwards slightly, heading along the river. Daedrin pulled out his sword, not wanting to be caught completely off guard. He could cut their travel time down by cutting through the forest, but it was rather dangerous due to the fact that the more dangerous monsters lived deeper inside the forest. He didn’t fear being lost, as his sense of direction was as good as any Eldyrannth, allowing him to navigate the forest with ease without being caught in never-ending circles. Daedrin cast an eye up at the sun, seeing that it was the mid-afternoon so they had at least a few hours of travelling time left in the day before they even considered settling down for the night. His eyes returned to the forest, watching it carefully as he strained his ears for anything. In the end, he wasn’t able to see or hear anything. But he could smell something with his sharp nose. He opened his mouth slightly, inhaling sharply before snapping his mouth shut as he resisted the urge to evacuate the contents of his stomach. The stench of rotting flesh pervaded the air, getting stronger by the moment. Daegrin stirred again, snorting in a challenging manner. Daedrin looked over at Izanagi, “We have company. There are ghouls nearby…” He said, before casting his mind out around them, careful to avoid going close to Izanagi’s just in case the man could sense the touch of telepathy. He could sense at least five of the bastards that were homing in on their direction. He pulled his mind back, shifting the grip on his sword to be more comfortable. There was a sudden growl from the bushes as something leapt out towards Daedrin. The figure was completely naked, and was so emaciated that it would have been mistaken for a reanimated skeleton if it wasn’t for the rotting pieces of flesh that clung to its body. Its hands, although human-like, looked like claws with filthy black fingernails. Its cheeks were gaunt, as its eye sockets were sunken into its face as the eyes gave them a gormless look that was filled with an insatiable hunger. Its jaw was hanging low, only attached by a few thin threads of flesh, as its tongue dangled from its mouth. As it flew through the air, Daegrin jumped to the side as Daedrin swung his blade in an arch. The silver blade easily sunk through the flesh of its neck, chopping its head off. The body tumbled to the ground as the head sailed further through the air before rolling into some bushes. The remaining four ghouls appeared, snarling at the two of them. Daedrin glanced at Izanagi before returning his gaze to the rotting creatures. Two of them completely ignored him and leapt towards Izanagi, leaving Daedrin dealing with the remaining two. One of them leapt forwards, but Daegrin danced out of the way before twisting around and kicking out with his powerful hint-quarters. Daedrin could hear the snapping of bones as the ghoul was kicked back at its companion, knocking them both to the ground. Daegrin turned around just as the two scrambled to their feet and lunged again. Daedrin brought down his sword, the sharp blade slicing down through its skull and into what remained on its brain causing it to become limp and drop to the floor, dead. Unfortunately, his blade seemed content to remain lodged within its skull despite how hard he tugged it. The third creature leapt up towards him, intending on pushing him out of his saddle. Daedrin tugged at his sword more, but it refused to move. He turned his head towards the creature, intending on using telekinesis to deflect it however Daegrin reared up with an angry whinny. He lashed out with his front legs, knocking the ghoul down onto the floor. Before it could even get up, Daegrin brought his polished hooves down and began to stamp the monster into the ground until it lay lifeless beneath him, as if the Aelda took the danger it posed as a personal affront. This gave Daedrin enough time to pull his foot from his stirrup and use the strength of his leg to push the ghoul off of his sword. He then turned in his saddle to see how Izanagi was fairing.

The plot/outline listed below is Semi-AU to make the Canon characters 21+ **Very bottom of post has couple list. ** These plots are FxMultiM only! ** My Roleplayer preference sheet: https://ecchidreams.com/roleplayer-services/preferences/some-of-my-preferences-r691/ PLOT/OUTLINE: Slots: 1/2 Alright so I know for this rp, -I would like my OC to work at a hero agency, I’d like her to be a sort of jack-of-all-trades girl there. Fixing things, delivering paperwork, filling out paperwork, ect. -Some vigilante group (which she is wither a part of for Intel gathering and fighting or just intel gathering). has been..well not trouble exactly. They’ve actually been helping keep crime down. However, they are doing it in a rather..unethically. They are mainly hog tying the villains, leaving notes taped to their chest, with their crimes written on them. Never in the same handwriting though. On the door steps of police stations and hero agencies, In America. - The vigilantes are causing so much ruckus, heroes have their hands f

Warning: This Side Story will contain scenes of a graphic nature. This includes, but is not limited to, rape and violence. If you find either of these themes distateful, then please do not read. Participants: Sophia and "Ichahod Crane" Diomedes. Description: Sophia has been lured down into the basement of an old house by a Succubus, who's intention is to use her as a virgin sacrifice in order to bring chaos to Ashaea. However, there is one hitch with this plan. Diomedes, who comes to stop this plan in its tracks and to punish those involved. -x-x-x-x-x-x-x- Kelania leaned towards Sophia slightly, her lips almost touching her ears as she spoke in a low, sensuous whisper, “The rumours do indeed explain what went on here… and indeed the name of the ghost. Her name was Dorothy Jameson. She was one of the original colonists of Ashaea, along with her husband… Jonathan Liam Jameson. Captain of the British Army. Dorothy was… let’s just say… less than loyal, to her husband…” Kelania moved her arm, unwrapping it from Sophia’s and instead wrapping it around her slim waist and pressing her hand against the small of her back. What Sophia couldn’t see, was that her hand glowed red for a brief moment. It was a spell, that Kelania was using to drive up Sophia’s lust, to drive her crazy. To want Kelania to take her, to sacrifice her. Kelania could feel her own pulse beginning to race in her own excitement, and her desire was so strong she almost moaned. Kelania’s tongue peaked out for a moment, lightly licking along Sophia’s ear before she continued, “This used to be her favourite place to bring numerous lovers to. It’s doubted that some of the children she had were even her husband's… She was a very naughty young lady…” Kelania nibbled on Sophia’s ear lobe as her hand glowed again, sending another intense wave of lust through the human body, “That ring, and that necklace… are hers. The rumours say, that one day, her husband caught her down here with one of her lovers. And he killed her. Her lover managed to get away… left her to die at the hands of her husband. She has been trapped here ever since waiting to be released. The rumours say… that she will appear… when two people make love where she used to be so free with hers. It’s the love that attracts her.” Kelania kept her voice low, and filled with desire for the warm little human beside her. She lowered her head and kissed Sophia’s neck a couple of times before she brought her lips back up to Sophia’s ear, “So what do you say, Sophia? Want to help me bring forth Dorothy?” She asked, casting yet another lust-inducement spell as her hand moved further down to Sophia’s arse and rubbing against it gently. Location: Basement of the Promiscuous Palace Diomedes had been spending his time sat at his desk, his feet up on the table as he was trying to distract himself from his restlessness, by reading a book. However he suddenly stopped, lowering his book and glancing to his left with a faint frown on his handsome face. Faintly, he could sense pulses of some kind of dark energy. It didn’t feel like Daedric energy, however it had a similar feel to it. It was dark, and malevolent. Slowly, he closed the book and placed it on his desk as he continued sensing for this energy. There was another pulse, causing Diomedes to slide his feet off of the desk and place them firmly on the floor. There was no mistaking that there was some kind of demonic entity playing around out there. He stood up, turning around as he picked up his black leather coat from his chair and put it on, as his wings were currently in their retracted state which hid them from view. He then reached into the inside pocket, pulling out a pair of sunglasses which he put on to hide his glossy black eyes. He didn’t do this because he was ashamed of his eyes. It was because he couldn’t control the Killing Intent ability that were tied into them and that ability had the tendency to reduce most people to a quivering, crying mess that reeked of shit and piss they were that petrified. He paused again as he felt a third pulse. One could have been passed off as a potentially accidental leak. Two, perhaps a coincidence. But three? There was definitely something going on, that he needed to go look at. He looked up at the computer monitors where the white furred Mako stared blankly at him. He averted his gaze, turning away from them as he knew that he would be back the moment he disappeared. Diomedes vanished from view as he phased himself out of any visible spectrum by slipping into another dimension that humans and most species couldn’t perceive. It also made the energy trail of this mysterious demonic energy clearer, allowing him to track it like a bloodhound. He then left the basement to hunt down the source of this energy to find out exactly what was going on. He wasn’t in the best of moods today, and this was just one more irritating distraction that he was having to deal with.