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Post by John on Aug 4, 2004 0:30:21 GMT -5
i smile at her and turn over, so that i was on top of her. yes paybacks. i kiss her jawbone, then start to leave a trail of kisses down her neck, stopping at the base. i glance up at her and lick her neck before sucking on it alittle. i trail down and smile, kissing her nipple as i massage the other, tugging ont the tip. i kiss inbetween her breasts before going to the other one, i grin slightly and graze my teeth along her chest as i work my way down, leaving a trail of kisses as i go. i stop at the edge of her panties, i glance up at her smiling. i bite the top and run my hands up her legs, causing her to lift up alittle. i pull it down with my teeth, letting my fangs graze her abit. i stop at her knees and sit up, kneeling over her alittle. i lean towards her stomach again. ...starting to get what payback i mean?. i kiss her stomach, right below her belly button and continual down, leaving another trail of kisses. i stop right before i get to her inner thigh. i lean closer and kiss her. slipping my tongue out fast and then looking up, causing my tongue to travel up her slit.
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Kuni
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Post by Kuni on Aug 4, 2004 0:34:28 GMT -5
Dreamer walks down the street in human form, with as always papers stuffed nder her arm and a pin on her ear. She was looking for her old dragon friends, which could be anywhere. She was way beyond in her studies! She could be learning new things... but nnooo...
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Post by Surma on Aug 4, 2004 0:35:33 GMT -5
Surma looked at Zero, who approching Bassarov silently."Well, if it isn't Zero amerikanski."Surma looked at the fifty-five metal boxes that had two hundred holy weapons in each.~As I said Bassarov, these are one of the strongest holy weapons in the universe, that I got my hands on.Perhaps I could assist your reble group in training against dragons, by lending you two dragons of mine.You could use them.Is this an okay idea?~Surma said this in Bassarov's mind.Surma was sitting from afar, but he could hear the conversation very clearly.~I guess your busy with other stuff, such as the conversation your having with your friends, right now.I tryed to tell you something very important, but I never had the chance.Well I have to leave, for now.We shall speak later.~Surma dissapeared.
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Post by Kazenara Miyajima on Aug 4, 2004 0:37:07 GMT -5
Kaze's fingers dug into the messy blankets as her fingers slipped into the holes that John has ripped moments earlier. She tensed as he touched her, moans escaped her lips.
"I think I understand...but not quite." Kaze smiled slyly. "Why don't you explain a little more."
Everywhere he touched her, she felt like she was on fire. Her breathing became quicker and more shallow. Her hands found his head as her fingers tangled in his hair.
"John I love you..." she said in between gasps and moans.
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Post by Omadon on Aug 4, 2004 0:40:36 GMT -5
((Attention: the following is serious Hentai, not suitable for members under 18 years old. Read at your own danger. May course increased blood flow and nosebleeds. For your safety, the words have been blanked out.))
Omadon slides his hands along Morrighan's legs, reaching down and back, grabbing hold of her cheeks. "My dear Morrighan," he slowly pulls her down onto him, sliding inside her, "I am just warming up." He pulls her down slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size.
"It's been to long you know. We need to do this more." Half way down he stops and lets go of her ass, suddenly looking thoughtful. "Wait," he says, rubbing his chin and looking her up and down, "Something is missing... ah, of course." Omadon places his hands together, palms against each other.
A green light shines between his palms and a line of green light slowly runs up from Morrighan's navel up to the neck of her dress. Slowly, Omadon draws his hands appart and as he does, Morrighan's dress begins to spread apart as well, opening as though it were a zipper dress. Slowly, painfully slow, her front opens up, revealing her smooth stomach from just below the bellybutton up. Her cleavage peeks through and slowly grows wider, revealing her ample bounty centimeter by centimeter until the curve of her breasts levels off, about to begin it's downwards curve once more.
Omadon reaches forwards and traces his finger tips along Morrighan's skin, drawing a shutter out of the woman as the icy cold of his fingers brushes her. Her nipples slowly harden, standing out against the cloth of her dress, the very edge of her tit just showing beyond the now still edge of her dress. Omadon slides his fingers along the edge of the cloth, one on either side, sliding up the length of her body until he touches her breasts, scratching the sensative skin just peeking from it's hiding place with his finger nails.
Morrighan shutters again, moaning softly with thrill and need. Her nipples rise even farther as Omadon moves his fingers, slowly stroking the cloth covered mounds, pressing them against her hot skin and watching them spring out once more. "Why Morrighan, your sweating." A single bead of sweat rides the slope of her breasts, rushing down the ridge her cleaves creates. "Maybe I should turn on the AC?"
He leans forward and blows softly across her skin. The drop of sweat freezes on her skin as Omadon's icy breath rolls along her flesh. Smiling, the necromancer leans closer still and nips to tip of her right nipple with his teeth, making Morrighan cry out.
"Yes, that's what was missing," he says, running his fingers along the exposed flesh of her inner breasts. "Just a little bit," he joins his hands once more, the green light showing itself again, "Of torture!" He throws his hands apart and Morrighan's dress falls back, falling open, her breasts bouncing from the sudden releaved pressure of the dress. Reaching out, Omadon cups her bounty in his cold hands, slowly rubbing her with his finger tips. "See my love, we never went so slow before. Isn't this worth the wait?"
Finally Omadon slides his hands down once more, grasping her ass tightly with both hands, "But enough waiting, right?" With a single pull he slides the rest of the way inside Morrighan, driving his shaft into her pit of passion and drawing a cry not only from her, but from himself. Chuckling as he finishes his own cry Omadon smiles, "Your turn love."
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Post by John on Aug 4, 2004 0:43:55 GMT -5
i grin and glance up at her. i love you too. i kiss her again and thrust my tongue into her fast, but slowly pull it out. i slowly put it in her agian, licking the juices that were seeping out already. i wrap my tongue around her nub, causing her to tense. i tug at it softly before letting go and pulling my tongue out of her quickly. i smile and sit up. crawling up to her, i brush her cheek agian. i will always love you. i smile at her.
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Post by Runic Shimmerskin on Aug 4, 2004 0:44:02 GMT -5
((He's not wearing his mask right now. He left his armor and weapons at the base. He's wearing his normal tight pants, tight shirt, and sash, plus a jacket.))
"Very well... Silver. Lead the way." Leaving the 'Ms' off is hard, he's done it his own life, but he will try to if she doesn't like it. After all, a person's comfort should be placed before old formalities.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Aug 4, 2004 0:44:40 GMT -5
Soon my time will come when the Furher will release me from his control. I reach into my shirt and withdraw a necklace, upon which hangs a coin-sized brooch stamped with a swastika. I take this and break it in half, and a strange black powdery substance seemingly crawls out...
I know the nanomachine "plague" will take months, if not years, to spread to every machine on the planet, but I've waited six hundred years... Another year won't make any difference.
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Post by Artemis on Aug 4, 2004 0:48:47 GMT -5
I step into Totally Vintage in Peru.
Hey, Maria? Você tem aquelas o dragon verde de néon camisas escaladas? Eu amo aqueles? Os carregadores demasiado?
Maria nods and runs to the back to get my boots and shirt.
I start to think to myself, as I shoplift from the store, that Silver would like this stuff.
Hey Silver! I got some green stuff at Totally Vintage 2 blocks from the rebel base in Peru. Come check it out!
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Post by Kazenara Miyajima on Aug 4, 2004 0:51:44 GMT -5
Kaze found his mouth and kissed him hard as she slipped her tounge in. The same time she felt so good, the words that he said struck saddness in her heart.
"That's right. He will live forever, but you will die. Kaze how could you do this. When you do die it will tear him in two. John I'm so sorry.
A single tear escaped as she kissed him, but she hoped he wouldn't notice.
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Post by John on Aug 4, 2004 0:56:49 GMT -5
i reach up to carress her face as i deepen the kiss, and feel a tear from her eye. i open my eyes and pull away slightly, looking at her. ... kaze?. i brush away the streak left by the tear and look at her again. i kiss the edge of her mouth, still looking in her eyes.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 0:58:52 GMT -5
Bassarov feels swarmed by people.
He first adresses Zero Americanski.
"Good to see you as well, comrade. I see you did something with your hair, it looks nice. As for someone to kill, you will just have to wait until Valkoinen returns."
Bassarov then turns to Tahti.
"Sounds like an interesting conversation. Too bad that I missed out on it."
Lastly Bassarov telepathicly responds to Helene.
"I am a little busy, can you meet me at the base instead?" He asks.
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Post by Kazenara Miyajima on Aug 4, 2004 0:59:39 GMT -5
"Sorry..." Kaze said as she turned her head before she kissed him again. Pulling the blanket from underneath them and covered them with it as she hugged his neck and held him close to her.
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Post by Kaitalish on Aug 4, 2004 1:02:27 GMT -5
I glare around the city.
"Pitiful..." I murmur, loosing a ball of white flame at a nearby building.
"Worthless..." Another ball of flame arcs across the sky, exploding in a rain of fire and melting several structures and people.
"MORTALS!" I bellow as a circle of flame disintigrates the street that I am standing upon.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 4, 2004 1:02:36 GMT -5
"Sorry I was late catching up to you... I overslept." That's a worldly understatement! I again feel a need to smoke, but I try to push it aside. Mostly because I feel that it offends Bassarov.
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