If you're looking for players, I could help out unless those you've PM'd have already responded and this is full.<br/><br/>Without character sheets, does this mean our characters will be friends Daelen's character invited?<br/><br/>As for snippets:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sexual Tension</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=139942.msg7088584#msg7088584">Quote from: Sabre on 18-10-2012, 15:33:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Now they found themselves in the same situation.  Almost.  Before there was a crowd.  And before their positions were reversed.  Now however Eliana had pinned Firas, and though he would say it was just mere luck and he had simply tripped, he would hardly be arguing from a position of power.  He strained and writhed and thrashed and bucked underneath her like an untamed wild horse in no mood to be broken.  But he already was, and not merely because of his leg though it certainly helped Eliana by removing his ability to shift his weight properly on his back and toss her.  Obviously he told himself to ignore the way she slid down his torso, over his hips, and onto his lap.  But Eliana's body spoke a more compelling tongue as his body immediately warmed everywhere he was touched despite the cloth and leather between them.  <br/><br/>He cursed himself in his head at how easily discipline had gone, and in its place that obscene memory of her sleeping atop him, or when he pinned her in their duel, or even back when they tended to each other in Beirut after their failure boiled his blood and threatened to flush his cheeks dark red if he wasn't careful.  Ah, fuck.  Maybe even if he was careful.  His manhood hardly had time to settle between his legs properly before she bounced on him, sandwiching it between his thigh and her rear.  At least it was soft, so it was more uncomfortable than painful.  But, oh, how much longer would that remain true if she sat on him like this?<br/><br/>In a rush of adrenaline and something else entirely Firas tried moving his hand towards her wound, but suddenly stopped inches short of grasping it.  Of course part of his extensive training meant striking at his enemy's known weakness without mercy or hesitation.  But the look they gave each other, lop-sided smirks and mirthful, teasing glances, and the way he felt paralyzed by mere contact - if every enemy was like this then Firas wouldn't have survived even his first fight.  And if fighting every Assassin brother or sister in a sparring match was like this, then he'd never have won so much in the training ring in the first place.  There was a limit to how much he could lie, even to himself.  For now at least he tried asking questions he was prepared to hear answers to.  And he asked them of Eliana, not trusting himself to be rational at this point.<br/><br/>Firas let his hands fall over his shoulders, palms held up, and surrendered.  With both her legs straddling him in a stable position even his strong arms couldn't unbalance her, and his legs were in no condition to shift his or her weight.  His loss.<br/><br/>"I wanted to win.  I also wanted to do this alone.  But here you are.  Here we are," he huffed pushing his chest up against the press of her hands with every breath.  "I surrender, and am your prisoner I suppose.  You've managed the impossible and I promised you anything in return.  Please oh please have mercy, gentle lady," he droned with sarcasm and a stifled chuckle in his throat.  He could not find the will to be angry like he should be had this defeat happened a month or two ago.  Instead however his smirk corrected itself into an honest smile, balanced on both ends and delighted that his partner lived up to his expectations of her after all.  The distracted, pained girl afraid of her father didn't suit her one bit.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sex - Fellatio</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=134761.msg7041267#msg7041267">Quote from: Sabre on 09-10-2012, 03:32:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If... I have to tell you... then it doesn't feel good.  You'll know," he managed to groan into her hair before she slipped his crown inside her mouth.  His jaw and legs locked up immediately, and Zelda would certainly feel how tense his legs were around her as she moved closer and closer towards him, bobbing her head with longing.  He kept a hand on the back of her head goading her on with solid pressure urging her to keep at it.  It didn't matter if she was good or terrible.  The very sight of her with his cock in her mouth, the very idea of Zelda Princess of Hyrule on her knees before him, he could climax at any moment.  His hips began to roll in bed looking to match any rhythm in her fellatio or hand work, but not so wild that he was forcefully fucking her throat.  Unlike Ganondorf who berated and humiliated her when she fellated him for the first time in her life, Link wouldn't yet force anything from her nor would he ask anything but her most earnest attempt.<br/><br/>It was one thing to entertain his jealous thoughts and regrets in his head, but hearing her mention the king by name just then made Link see red.  He wasn't her first, not in this, and not when he eventually took her completely.  But there were more firsts for him to claim from her, and for now he would settle for releasing himself down her throat.  And unlike the king, he wanted more than her appetite.  He wanted her satisfaction as well as Link leaned forward once again, pushing a bit more of himself inside her mouth as he moved, and once again pawed and squeezed her ass.  But this time he cupped her cheeks and lifted her hips in the air, which angled her mouth and neck for deeper penetration while also allowing her dress to start getting pulled up over her ass.<br/><br/>In no time at all her bare sex was once again exposed toward the door for anyone to walk in and see, and as Link pushed aside her soaked panties he immediately began stroking her inner and outer lips with four fingers, some digging deeper into her slit with each pass and pushing up against the base of her clit. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Length and Exposition</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=147541.msg6748255#msg6748255">Quote from: Sabre on 12-08-2012, 09:43:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The train ride took forever.  Ah, this must be France.<br/><br/>The past year had electrified the world.  Once-tiny Prussia and a hundred German princes challenged the ancient power of the King of France, and with steel and coal and shot a German Empire was born from Gaul's rotting corpse.  For the first time the machines of industry took to the battlefield and decimated the romantic elan of musket and bayonet.  Lines of infantry and miles of trenches were swept away by the pounding guns of German artillery firing from miles away and riding enough railroad track to wrap around France and garrote the old power.  German steel and Teuton blood crushed the armies of the king and captured the royal buffoon himself.  Now Paris had just fallen to this Second Reich, and the Prussian king completed this humiliation with a crowning in Versailles itself.  Germany was united and demanded awe from the world, and this occupation of France was to be the new emperor's showcase of its power and enlightenment.<br/><br/>Another jolt shook the cabin, tossing one of the drunk soldiers onto the floor in a stupid laugh.  Looking up he saw the quiet, angry soldier sitting across from his friends give a frightening glare.  The officer commanded by virtue of rank, but the rest of the car was shrouded in quiet fear of the man who sat alone by the window.  His black uniform trimmed with faded gold and sharp looking high boots and gloves cut an elite figure, the old Napoleonic tassels across his chest and shoulders appearing far more commanding than outdated.  But it was the sinister tall hat resting on the edge of his table along with the man's dark, Bohemian looks which frightened off any potential fraternizers.  Black, unkempt medium-length hair barely containing a hardened face whose sharp and dark features hid the youth and handsomeness underneath.  Dull, hazel eyes judged the drunkard for the final time before his lips twitched in anger and the officer moved to get up.<br/><br/>Pushing his hat to the edge of the table as he slid over, the officer watched the drunk soldier scramble away in superstitious fear of the shako and the emblem staring back at the soldiers.  In the center just above the brim was attached a silver skull with two bones crossed underneath, with the dark fur of the shako gazing through the eye sockets straight ahead.  The Totenkopf, the sympol of rank, glory, and most ominously death.  Managing a shaky salute the soldiers waited breathlessly as the officer affixed his hat and stormed off to the next cart, taking the oppressive and sinister air with him.<br/><br/>"Superstitious whoresons," groaned the officer when he found himself alone in the next car's hallway.  Leaning against the window he could see the grey clouds slowly darken further with soot and smoke.  Exhaling in relief, he marched on glad to know the front line - and Paris - was fast approaching.  Once there he could be free of these makeshift travel arrangements and live like a proper officer, in a proper house in Paris.  Then he'd answer his summons to the Infantry Guards and receive both orders - his cover and the location of his real target.  Somewhere in Paris stalked the monsters.  Besides the common monsters like killers and rapists, that is.  The sort that could collapse the German control of Paris with a single superstitious riot and humiliate the emperor.  The kind an emperor pays handsomely to see disappear regardless of the impossibility.<br/><br/>A small round of laughter ruined his sightseeing, and turning towards the end of the car the officer noticed two young women giggle to themselves before disappearing into their room.  The frightful, angry gaze brightened with each step he took until he appeared in their doorway with much less coldness and replaced with a charming, confident grin.<br/><br/>"Bonjour, soldat," flirted a waiting, German blonde in mangled French who beckoned him further inside.  Her friend watched quietly in awe, but was unable to keep a smile from spreading and curling her lips invitingly.<br/><br/>"Garde-Jager, mesdemoiselles.  Major Wolf von Hesse," he corrected with a stern, smoky voice that excited them further.  Some acting practice before Paris could help, he figured.  And though grave his mission could certainly allow for some fun and excitement.  Every moment enjoyed may very well be his last.  He could still use the practice in German as well, and 'Wolf's tongue learned faster under a woman's tutelage than a man's.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sex - Sensual</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=125472.msg7065675#msg7065675">Quote from: Sabre on 13-10-2012, 22:37:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The lusty creature stretched out before him like a cat could do nothing wrong when it came to setting fire to Adam's inner desire.  She would feel said effect of her efforts in the straining bulge and and twitch of his cock deep inside.  As confident as he was when he said it though, the emir admitted to himself how difficult this game was.  When he first seduced and was seduced into her embrace, the fall had been built up with an ever present uncertainty holding them back.  <br/><br/>Now this attempt to be slow, sensuous, and deliberately tortuous was artificial and maintained entirely by their will alone.  Nothing but pride kept Adam from roughly working into a hard rut and pound away into Sorcha, and for all he could tell nothing but feline playfulness kept Sorcha from using her legs to force him deeper, faster and harder.  Certainly there was little stopping her from reversing their positions and take her pleasure into her own hands like before.<br/><br/>But the sight of her writhing slowly under him, moaning and hissing and arching her back, it was exquisite.  Sorcha seemed more like a dancer gyrating to the music of their words and the beat of his thrusts.  Adam, drawn in by her bidding, half lidded eyes, leaned forward gently easing onto his elbow now and making the angle between their heaving bodies more acute.  Here he could feel her breath on his cheek, and the sounds she made further dominated all thoughts as he again lifted her hips and pushed inside deep once more to grind against her mound in rough circles.  He could feel the payoff all this restraint and patience would bring soon, his coming release promising to leave him a shuddering and temporarily crippled mess of sweat and muscle on top of her body.  <br/><br/>Already he could see droplets fall from his brow and onto hers, and likely the same happened on her chest as her swaying breasts were dotted by super heated beads of sweat.  Every muscle in his body strained and quivered from exertion as if this slow pace was just as testing of his control and stamina as his furious pacing before now, and he slid his other hand underneath her back and held her by her shoulder to help push her back against each return of his cock to grind again in playful, teasing circles.<br/><br/>Adam lowered his face just out of reach for a kiss the both of them craved and watched every move on her lovely face intently, gauging the right speed, forceful press, and angle of insertion from any reaction she let slip in her eyes and curl of her lips.  Her bite on her lip only flamed his jealousy wanting to savor the flush, plump swell himself, and her chuckle was met with a serious, desirous tone.  He crooned, "I know how deep I have fallen for you, and you will never find the bottom of it for as long as you live and be with me.  There is nothing wishful about it.  I know how deeply I love you, and I know how far I would go to stay at your side for as long as you will have me.  And I know how deep I was, am, and will be each and every time you will and coax my body to release inside.  Look at me."  Sliding his hand further under her arm and back and around the back of her neck, he gently goaded her to tilt her head back towards him, to both hear and feel the intensity in his voice now.  "Tell me, do you see a dream, or a promise?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sex - Rough</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=125472.msg6043072#msg6043072">Quote from: Sabre on 25-03-2012, 03:56:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">His ears tingled with just the right answers.  Short, direct, and bursting with all consuming desire.  Adam was more than pleased with her answer and decided to not tease her anymore, honoring the honesty and passion she finally let him have.  He had won his hunt, and the emir was not a man to parade his victory anymore than necessary.  Sorcha had been fabulous prey, one that had been foolish enough to not take her advantage when she had it but effortlessly graceful in her conquest that his heart was moved as much as his loins.  And in his mercy, the lord of the house ravished her even harder than ever, snapping his hips with a crash against her.  Each thrust was so wild as to threaten his exit from her entirely, but he was lucky he had a good many inches to work with.<br/><br/>"I'm pleased.  I'm... happy to hear it," he admitted, not able to resist just telling her how relieved he was to hear she was not hurt nor suffering some hidden pain.  He had wanted this wild abandon, maybe ever since he laid eyes on her after discovering her identity.  The moment clouded his mind from any real thought as the animal inside him continued to roar in his chest.  When she pushed back against him he instinctively pushed back harder, pinning her back against the carpet and stretching his legs out for leverage and penetration.  Her knees were still locked between his, and so they moved with him while he pounded her hips straight into the carpet.  With his hand latched to hers, the other scrambled for something unique as it curled underneath her throat just as it did earlier when she took him into her mouth.  If only this moment and his energy could last forever, but the tingle beginning in his lower spine warned him of the truth.<br/><br/>"Sor-Sorcha," he gasped, finding it hard to breath as he pressed his chest hard against her back, "I'm almost... almost!"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/>Wasn't certain what exactly you were looking for as examples, but surely one of the above is good enough.