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Post by silent on Mar 10, 2007 17:10:27 GMT -5
Demonique
The moonwashed femmine strided steadily into the known lands. Her built mass was carried easily with her peltage shining brillantly within the rays of the sun. Fascade was held high as icey visionaries searched the lands for a challenge. Smirk plastered 'pon her kissers as she thought of pleasuring a hessian, knowing what they all liked. Now, where would one be. Demonique thought to herself, still carrying herself further down the paths. Movements soon halted nearby a willow, flicking her tassel side to side 'pon her flanks while she emitted her scent lightly within the soft winds. Lust filled her soul, wanting to challenge and pleasure any worthy hessian that set foot into her lands. Yes, her lands. While waiting, she lowered her maw towards the stalks, eating them eagerly as she hasn't ate in days. The femmine surely wasn't boney, but her mass was slender. A low sigh was released, awaiting the devil that would confront himself.
Bring my to knees love,
And I shall serve you well..
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Post by divinity101 on Mar 16, 2007 16:26:38 GMT -5
A presence was here, where he lurked. He snorted roughly, lifting his skull roughly. He caught a scent, though it was light and soon disapeared. He smirked, moving forth. To where he supposed it came from.
Andon followed the scent, until he came upon the minx. the one who may have accidently or possibly supposed to set it free. He watched her for only a few minutes. Determining her position and strength. That was when he went for her.
His pistons worked fast to get him there, and before she could realize he was upon her. His bulk pressed against her bodice. He wouldn't have been surprised to see her fall. His tool slipped from his insides, immediatly hardening. He awaited for her reaction, until he made the move.
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Post by silent on Mar 17, 2007 17:22:53 GMT -5
Demonique
Still grazing silently, auditives swirled to catch the soft winds that brushed against her silky peltage. Her silver tassel continued to swish against her flanks as she took a step forth, still munching on the fresh stalks. Moments had passed until she heard the faint hoofbeats that strided rather quickly towards her direction. By the time she lifted her fascade to see the devil that stepped foot within these lands, it was too late. The bastard lifted himself onto her spine, holding his weight down on her. Ivories slightly bared before a wide smirk plastered 'pon her kissers. Pillars began to shake underneath his unbearable weight, unsure if she could hold herself up. Auditives laced to his weight before the femmine shifted her weight under him, prancing a bit. Her rump hit against his hardened tool before she bolted forward. However, she didn't get far as he held tight. Her smirk grew, only doing this to irritate the hessian above her. Fascade snaked around as she bit at his pillars harshly, getting him angered.
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Post by divinity101 on Mar 18, 2007 11:58:32 GMT -5
The archangel moved with her. He watched her facade as she continued to smirk. She was a dark, he could tell. Which made the fun get a little better. He snorted as she began to bite him. Although, it was only his outer shell. He could not be harmed from mere tears to the skin. He bit out harshly at her neck, sinking his fangs into her side and pulling them back out.
He slammed against her slim and daintly bodice, his tool entering her behind with force. He groaned all of a sudden and smirked. His tool lengthed as he pulled it back out and he slammed into her again. His sacs already begining to fill up. He stayed utop of her, as she moved forth and tried to be rid of him. He was a pest, but he needed pleasure, and this minx had been here at the wrong time.
He slammed into her again, trying to fit his sacs into her hole. His tool kept expanding as he did so, reaching into her further... and further. He continued to groan, making sure she heard it. His pistons dug into her sides, he did not care if he gave her pleasure, it was only himself he was thinking of. He licked her nape, laughing as he did so. He enjoyed teasing her.
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Post by silent on Mar 18, 2007 13:09:42 GMT -5
D e m o n i q u e
A piercing squeal was emitted as the hessian attacked her nape and his tool slammed into her caverns. Towers melted 'pon her skull as she tossed her fascade violently for a mere moment, feeling his tool slide deeper within her mass. The demoness pawed the sod with pain as he would pull out and slam back into her. She soon gave in, smirking once more. She felt his tool harden and expand, making it quite painful. But, she would soon make this better. As he thrusted against her slender mass, the femmine backed roughly into him, allowing him to go much further than he probably of planned. With that, she spread her hind pillars apart, also allowing the hessian more room as her hole expanded. Her dappled fascade snaked around once more as she watched him, eyeing him. Her sides heaved slightly from his movements which caused his daggers to make cuts 'pon her barrel. Small trickles of blood escaped from the wounds, heading down her barrel. A smirk came to her as she lifted her hind pillar, kicking at his. Is that all you have gelding? Cold tones emitted back to him, chuckling to herself also.
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Post by divinity101 on Mar 18, 2007 14:48:11 GMT -5
He smirked menacigly as she widened her hole. His skull butted at her nape as he thrusted faster. He took in her words and laughed. He sneered at her, hitting her with his flints as he had done before. He eased his sac 'to her. Groaning loudly again.
It's all you deserve x
He growled, if she were to be harsh to him... He'd hit her right back. He thrusted faster now, feeling her crevaces... Indents. His occular darkened as he tasted blood from her open wounds. It was time, his sacs had grown to a large size, he spurted her insides. She would bore him a foal, one of pure desires.
He pulled from her hole, aiming for her anus. He slammed into her again, pulling and pushing. Making sure it would hurt.
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Post by silent on Mar 18, 2007 14:59:40 GMT -5
D e m o n i q u e
That's where you are wrong. Tones spatted back coldly. Her fascade hung low as she moaned quietly. Her mass rocking with his movements as he thrusted faster. A second squeal soon covered her moan as his flints banged into her sides again, causing her wounds to open more. But, that barely bothered her as she didn't protest back. With his sacs entering her hole now, her fascade shot upwards as a shock of pain emitted her mass, feeling her hole widened more to fit his oversize sacs. With that, she snaked her fascade around once again, baring her ivories as she bit into his pillars harshly. He'd be lucky if she even considered to bore him a living foal. As the hessian began to pull out, the femmine smirked as she thought he was done. But unexpected, the hessian thrusted forth again. What the fxck. The dappled moonwashed bolted forth as the pain rosed with her. Daggers dug into the sod as she tried to pull away, but it was no use. Thorns remain melted to her skull, feeling the pain he was causing.
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Post by divinity101 on Mar 18, 2007 15:25:14 GMT -5
The hessian thrusted for some time in her anus, pulling out and spurting on the floor. He would not waste his cum in her behind. He dismounted and butted her rump, then trying to sooth her hole by licking it with his oversized tongue.
Sorry for the inconveniance
He chuckled then turned to walk, at a slow pace. His job was done. It did not matter if the foal was to be killed, just a wasted offspring. Many more were to come.
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Post by silent on Mar 18, 2007 15:33:28 GMT -5
D e m o n i q u e
Without a fight, the femmine stood underneath the hessian, knowing she couldn't do anything more. Her fascade remain to hang low as he thrusted in and out, having his way of course. As he dismounted, she continued to stand. As the bastard butted her rump, she merely tucked her rump inwards before relaxing again. The femmine didn't even protest as he licked her hole clean. Normally she would of kicked him, but didn't. While he did so, auditives swirled to catch his lyrics, but none came from her maw. All Demonique did was stood calmly, swishing her tassel lightly as she pondered on what to do with the fawn that grew within her womb.
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Post by divinity101 on Mar 18, 2007 15:38:28 GMT -5
The brute looked back, smirking. She had not moved. Maybe she was... traumatized. He chuckled once more. Turning he regained his postition by her. Watching her with an intent and quizzical expression. Occular gleamed as he brushed over her. He snorted roughly, flicking his whipcord. He was a bit taller than her, enough to have to look down upon her.
He was puzzled, would it be better if he left? She haddent seemed to enjoy the forcing, even though she was a dark. That was also another question captivated in his skull. Was she truely dark? Or had he judged her so?
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Post by silent on Mar 18, 2007 15:43:55 GMT -5
D e m o n i q u e
Sensing the hessian was coming back now, her smirk once again plastered 'pon her kissers, but remain hidden from him. As he neared once more, she snaked her fascade around quickly, with her ivories bared and aimed for his chest. Icey visionaries noted that he seemed puzzled, which was exactly what she wanted. After her aimed attack, she merely strided forth and circled around the hessian before halting a foot away from his presence. Her fascade highered as she stared 'pon his mass, waiting for any of the unexpected.
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Post by divinity101 on Mar 18, 2007 15:48:18 GMT -5
The devil woke from inside him. She bit at him, merely harming his outter shell once more. He just stood, it was less than he had done to her. He would take whatever she'd give him. He snorted and let his dish drop to the grounds. He sneered slightly, lifting it up with a quick and sharp movement.
He smirked as he stood there, awaiting his next pitiful blow. His occular gleamed. She was true to his thoughts. Only a dark would fight back, another would stand back and yelp for help. She was teasing him... He sensed it.
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Post by silent on Mar 18, 2007 15:51:52 GMT -5
D e m o n i q u e
Keeping her fascade high, a satisfied expression was left on her as the hessian didn't tend to come after her. Though, she had plan to do more, but it would wait til a more appropriate moment. In the meanwhile, her maw lowered towards the stalks as she munched on them silently, but still kept alert towards the hessian incase if were to do any tricky business.
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Post by divinity101 on Mar 20, 2007 13:38:39 GMT -5
The hessian left... slowly but surely. He had no interest in the minx anymore. There was plenty of other things to do. His occular were still gleaming, it was surprising. For Andon was never known to smile... and in that minute moment, he did.
His name echoed from the nearby hills, she could come and haunt him. He was not to be scared...
andon... andon... andon...
They called him... and he followed.
ooc: I'd love to role play with you again... quality stuff. You're very good...
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Post by silent on Mar 20, 2007 13:51:12 GMT -5
D e m o n i q u e
With the hessian leaving her presence in these lands that held short memories, the femmine merely turned around and headed for other unknown lands. A sigh was released as steady strides carried her slender mass out, heading elsewhere to bore their fawn.
[occ: thanks ;D maybe.. when the foal is born and is older, the foal and Andon can bump into eachother? Or.. something like that, haha. I dunno.]
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