Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]
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				Title: <strong>Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>03-02-2019, 19:15:08</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190203/d451f2da54637dbe85520058a1a2d311.png) (https://fontmeme.com/harry-potter-font/)<br><br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/k8I4duK.jpg)&nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/7Ok6HZX.jpg)&nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/soDdfzr.gif)&nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/NR5ouRp.jpg)&nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/1qVWDJC.jpg)<br><br><br>Adult content. For the scenes not safe to be caught reading in Potion's class. That sultry steamy goes here. <br></div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Headers</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Student Headers:</span></strong><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://res.cloudinary.com/teepublic/image/private/s--IkVfisoU--/t_Preview/b_rgb:ffffff,c_limit,f_auto,h_313,q_90,w_313/v1446235579/production/designs/252341_1)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> CHARACTER NAME (http://LINK TO CS)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> THEIR HOUSE and YEAR<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> MUGGLE BORN, PUREBLOOD, or HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> LENGTH | WOOD | CORE<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> URL LINK or DESCRIPTION<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> DAY and TIME of day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> WHERE are they<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> WHAT is happening in the post<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> OPTIONAL - Include a link, please no embedded videos<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> WHO are they talking to</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]CHARACTER IMG URL[/img][/floatleft]<br>[floatright][img height=150]SCHOOL CREST URL[/img][/floatright]<br>[table][tr][td][b]NAME:[/b] [url=http://LINK TO CS]CHARACTER NAME[/url]<br>[b]HOUSE | YEAR:[/b] THEIR HOUSE and YEAR<br>[b]BLOOD STATUS:[/b] MUGGLE BORN, PUREBLOOD, or HALFBLOOD<br>[b]WAND:[/b] LENGTH | WOOD | CORE<br>[b]WEARING:[/b] URL LINK or DESCRIPTION<br>[b]DATE | TIME:[/b] DAY and TIME of day<br>[b]LOCATION:[/b] WHERE are they<br>[b]CONTENT:[/b] WHAT is happening in the post<br>[b]MOOD MUSIC:[/b] OPTIONAL - Include a link, please no embedded videos<br>[b]TAGGING:[/b] WHO are they talking to[/td][/tr][/table]<br><br>[hr]</code></pre><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff Headers:</span></strong><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://res.cloudinary.com/teepublic/image/private/s--q7kJspad--/t_Preview/b_rgb:191919,c_limit,f_auto,h_313,q_90,w_313/v1505543701/production/designs/1904314_1)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> CHARACTER NAME (http://LINK TO CS)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> THEIR HOUSE and YEAR<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> MUGGLE BORN, PUREBLOOD, or HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> LENGTH | WOOD | CORE<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> URL LINK or DESCRIPTION<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> DAY and TIME of day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> WHERE are they<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> WHAT is happening in the post<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> OPTIONAL - Include a link, please no embedded videos<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> WHO are they talking to</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]https://res.cloudinary.com/teepublic/image/private/s--q7kJspad--/t_Preview/b_rgb:191919,c_limit,f_auto,h_313,q_90,w_313/v1505543701/production/designs/1904314_1[/img][/floatleft]<br>[floatright][img height=150]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805[/img][/floatright]<br>[table][tr][td][b]NAME:[/b] [url=http://LINK TO CS]CHARACTER NAME[/url]<br>[b]OCCUPATION:[/b] THEIR HOUSE and YEAR<br>[b]BLOOD STATUS:[/b] MUGGLE BORN, PUREBLOOD, or HALFBLOOD<br>[b]WAND:[/b] LENGTH | WOOD | CORE<br>[b]WEARING:[/b] URL LINK or DESCRIPTION<br>[b]DATE | TIME:[/b] DAY and TIME of day<br>[b]LOCATION:[/b] WHERE are they<br>[b]CONTENT:[/b] WHAT is happening in the post<br>[b]MOOD MUSIC:[/b] OPTIONAL - Include a link, please no embedded videos<br>[b]TAGGING:[/b] WHO are they talking to[/td][/tr][/table]<br><br>[hr]</code></pre></div></div><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Current Month</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><br>(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190427/dba9a21b2e85174de3fe02d8742f1841.png)<br><br>(https://d36tnp772eyphs.cloudfront.net/blogs/1/2014/04/buachaille-etive-mor-matador-seo-940x626.jpg)<br><br><strong>Weather in the Highlands of Scotland in October:</strong> <br><br>Here is a link (https://www.accuweather.com/en/gb/inverness/iv3-5/month/532?monyr=11/01/2019) with the weather for the month of November. Here is a link (https://moonphases.co.uk/moon-calendar) with the moon phases for the month of November. Here is a link (https://www.timeanddate.com/sun/uk/inverness?month=11&amp;year=2019) with the sunrises and sunsets for the month of November.<br><br><strong>Important Events this Month:</strong> <br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>5 November - Guy Fawkes Night</strong> - On the night that the Gunpowder Plot was foiled (November 5th, 1605), bonfires were set alight in celebration for the safety of the King. Since then, November 5th has become known as Bonfire Night. The event is commemorated every year with fireworks and burning effigies of Guy Fawkes.</li></ul><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Harvest Festival</strong> - During this month, there will be a carnival held at Hogsmeade village. It lasts most of the month, and includes an array of fun activities such as mazes, hay rides, fair foods, a Ferris wheel, carnival games, a pumpkin patch, and even a few small rides! Specific dates incoming.</li></ul><br><strong>In Game Information about this Month:</strong> <br><br>The entire month is open and available for Rp. We aren't due for another time change until July 1st, 2019 (real time)</div></div></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>03-02-2019, 20:28:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/eiQpxQC.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Undergarments (https://i.imgur.com/1D3rNg1.png) | Casual Clothes (https://i.imgur.com/zTFS11W.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Friday, September 13th, 2019 | After Dinner</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Dior's Dormitory (https://i.imgur.com/i8Qv65y.png) | Shores of the Black Lake (https://i.imgur.com/8cceKA5.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Masturbation | Voyeurism</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><em>My body's waving a white flag... (https://youtu.be/nzLQWSNVFiE)</em></td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Curtis Roark | <strong>Closed</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Derek Darley</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Notes:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Collaborative Effort</div><div class="spoiler_body">The subject matter of the video as well as all text rendered in <strong>Navy</strong> are writing provided in advance by Jag.</div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/YE32Jjf.jpg)</div><br>In the illumination of her phone’s LED display, Dior Darley’s cheeks were rapidly turning pink. <br><br>Lying on her back with the silk duvet pulled up to her chin to hide her naked body in case she was interrupted, her nubile body was flushed with heat. Sweat formed at her hairline as her hand moved underneath the covers, causing a a muffled, wet sound to slowly increase in volume. <br><br>Ordinarily, if Dior felt like having an orgasm, there was no trustier tongue than Derek’s, but <em>this moment</em> had to be private. It was most undignified but she could no longer deny that what she had captured on film that fateful night in the Library was one of the most erotic and titillating things she’d ever seen... but she could never, <em>ever</em> let anyone know who the subject of her morbid desires was, <em>least of all</em> her twin. After all, Derek had been pushing his best friend onto Dior for months now. <br><br><em>That</em> was where Curt had gotten the wild notion that she might be receptive to his advances. They certainly weren’t ideas that <em>she</em> had planted…<br><br>Holding her phone in one hand while the other delicately worked her womanhood, Dior felt her body shudder, ushering fresh nectar to ease the fluidity of her motions. She had headphones in to make sure that this moment was private, somehow so ashamed and turned on simultaneous as the video amped to her favorite part. She’d watched it too many times now to count, memorizing it like an actress does her lines. If she closed her eyes, she could pretend that <em>she</em> was the woman in the video instead whichever slag it really was.<br><br><em>“Little slag, it’s going to take more than that to get what you want.” </em><br><br>Dior’s fingers moved in a circle over her clit, her entire body trembling at the touch, knowing that she was likely not going to last for the duration of the video at the rate she was going. Her body was tight like a drum, wishing those kissing noises were his lips on her pale skin.<br><br><em>“I'm going to have to leave you here to take care of yourself. That's not what you want, now is it?”</em><br><br>Involuntarily, the skinny blonde whimpered. No one talks to Dior Darley like that…<br><br>Her eyes were glued to the screen, savoring the twist of fear that coursed through her as she watched Curt use a thin leather string to bind the woman’s wrists together and then instruct her to perch precariously at an open window.<br><br><em>“You trust me?”</em><br><br>Gods help her, Dior probably did.<br><br><em>“Lean back.”</em><br><br>The video was not the quality she needed it to be in order to see how big his cock was, but Dior would never forget the look on the woman’s when he entered her. It was an image that planted a deep seed of jealousy in the fertile soil of her mind. Try as she might to deny it, there, under the covers with her pussy oozing on her sheets, there was precious little she could tell herself now.<br><br><em>“You like it a little rough, don't you? The slag want a little more?”</em><br><br><strong>”Yes!”</strong><br><br>Dior pushed two fingers inside of her, feeling her orgasm barrelling towards her like a freighter. She knew her fingers would pale in comparison, but the eroticism of watching Curt deeply fuck someone half out a window with nothing but a thin leather string around her wrists… She watched just in time to see Curt’s pale, strong hand curl around the slender neck of the woman he was shagging, and then strain as he choked her. <br><br><em>“That's just what a mouthy slag like you needs.”</em><br><br>Abandoning the video, Dior tossed her phone away so that she could free her other hand. Just like she’d seen Curt do in the video, she palmed her throat and pushed hard, forcing herself down into the pillows so that she could barely breathe. Listening to the hard, rapid slapping of skin, she bent her hand and with two fingers inside of her, humped her clit into the heel of her hand with wanton lust. In seconds, her orgasm shuddered through her like an electric current, her clit bursting with so much pleasure that a high pitched squeal was suffocated before she had the opportunity to alert the entirety of Slytherin house what she was doing in her empty dormitory.<br><br>She released her throat, panting as she came down from the dark cloud she'd risen on, and then immediately grabbed her phone. Hastily, guiltily, she closed the video and pulled up her camera. Ignoring the damning way her eyes were distant and her face red as a cherry, she leaned her neck left and right to ensure she hadn’t left a red handprint on her pale throat the way that Curt had done to the bitch in the video. Dior sighed, relieved that the fingermarks were only slightly pink, apt to fade after a few minutes. <br><br>Even though she was no longer drowning in the well of vice she’d lowered herself into, her mind remained dark. She could smell the fresh arousal of her climax on her fingers, and her sex was throbbing in the wake of such a vivid fantasy, but she still felt empty. Deprived. It was humiliating to be reduced to this sort of sexual deviance! Angrily, and without much of a second thought once the idea popped into her head, Dior hit the “Share” button on the video and forwarded it to ‘Curtis Roark’ with a message that read <strong><em>“You ought to be more careful with where you shag these slags.”</em></strong><br><br><strong><em>Feast on that, you pervy arsehole.</em></strong><br><br>In the shower, she leisurely took her time soaping herself and washing her hair, applying a magical oil that would leave each strand fragrant with the scent of autumn apples and spice. When she got out, she applied her skincare and a very light, simple contour for a natural look, and pulled on a casual outfit (https://i.imgur.com/zTFS11W.png).<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8cceKA5.png)</div>Sitting cross-legged on top of the emerald green duvet, having cast <em>Scourgify</em> to make sure that her sheets were clean, Dior scrolled through her phone, still restless. She considered texting Rex to see if he wanted to head to Hogsmeade for drinks and dancing, but for some reason, not even the thought of spending time with her ‘gay boyfriend’ seemed enough to pull her from her mood. She scrolled through Wiztagram, Magebook, Ghoulchat, Hooter, and all her other social media before finally getting up off her bed.<br><br>What she needed to do was blow off some steam. She’d satisfied her body’s cravings but had not yet quenched her mind. There was too much anger, resentment, guilt, shame, and other emotions bubbling in the cauldron of her mind to be social.<br><br>Dior hopped off her bed and pulled on her ugliest, most ironic pair of shoes, (black converse so she had a pair of shoes she didn’t care about) and a small purse that she could fit some of the essentials into and was off through the ancient halls of Hogwarts castle and onto the grounds. There, she went straight to the shores of the Black Lake, standing near to the water’s edge and cried <em><strong>BOMBARDA</strong></em> at the water’s placid surface again and again so that a series of powerful explosions launched water into the air from roughly 7 meters away.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>05-02-2019, 23:08:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6BTrkHY.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Going Into 6th Year of University Level | Slytherin</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Nothing</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>HISTORY</strong> | Monday, <strong>August </strong>5th, 2019</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Darley Manor (https://i.imgur.com/W2yV9Rm.png) | Dior's Private Bath (https://i.imgur.com/oynmeYB.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Bathing | Twincest</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Fuck 'Em Only We Know -- Banks (https://youtu.be/FIYhdTQBhU0)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Derek Darley | <strong>Closed</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/oynmeYB.png)</div><br>It was impossible to tell when exactly “it” began. <br><br>As far as Dior was concerned, her and Derek’s <em>twintuition</em> began in utero. <br><br>In the twins' birth, as with everything else, Dior came first. She came into the world bloodied and shrieking, followed by her much more agreeable brother, and continued to wail at an ear-splitting volume in spite of the nursery’s best efforts to comfort her. She’d been cleaned, swaddled, fed, held, sang to <em>and</em> kissed, all to no avail.&nbsp; It wasn’t until they placed Derek in her incubator that baby Dior settled. <br><br>Together, they stole the hearts of everyone who saw them by holding hands the entire time.<br><br>Derek and Dior continued to be inseparable in their youths, even when they were cross with one another (though it was usually one-sided and easily diffused with a kiss on the cheek). They followed each other around like puppies, holding hands and getting into mischief right up until adolescence, when hormones pushed mischief into experimentation. From there, the rest of “it” was nobody’s fucking business, but it didn’t stop her from reminiscing. At 16, Dior gave her twin everything she had to give, and had not denied herself the pleasure of his touch since.<br><br>Though, shallow as she was, Dior was not stupid. <br><br>She knew that “it” was coming to an end. <br><br>The thought felt like a knife between the ribs but she reminded herself regularly that after another two years at Hogwarts, their university level courses would be complete and the protective bubble would pop. In the real world, there would be careers, spouses, and children. In the real world, in order to protect her deepest, darkest secret, Dior would have to accept the reality that she and Derek could never be together, not the way she wanted. <br><br>Incest was so 1890.<br><br>If anyone found out that the rich bitch, Dior Darley, had been fucking her brother for the past six years, the damage to her status would be irreparable. From the top of the social elite, she would fall and become just another social pariah.<br><br>She would stop at <em>nothing</em> to keep that from happening.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>+++</strong></div><br>She had been looking forward to August 5th -- the day her parents left for an anniversary trip --&nbsp; for <em>days</em>, not that anyone would be able to tell. After kissing her parents goodbye at the airport, she’d spent a leisurely lunch with her wealthy granddad, ordering an expensive salad at an upscale bistro and then insisting that he needed exercise so that they could walk arm-in-arm (at the old man’s pace) up and down the shops for the better part of the afternoon. Dior always had been granddad's favorite and she intended to stay that way while his decaying brain was still coherent enough to be the arbiter of his own estate.<br><br>Besides, there was no need to rush. After six years of sneaking around, the anticipation was agony, but it was also part of the thrill.<br><br>Reclining in a bath that frothed with pink suds that floated towards the ceiling instead of dripping onto the floor, Dior looked small indeed. The cast-iron tub was huge and white, standing above the white marble floor on impressive clawfoot installations. <br><br>Settling into the warm water, she smiled smugly to herself as she ran suds up her arms and to her shoulder. Tonight would be perfect. She was hairless from the neck down and had been purposely denying herself so that her body would be needy. Despite the fact that they’d been having sex for years, it was still rare to have so much time to themselves, and Dior didn’t intend to waste it. She lowered up to her chin and then smirked as she heard the alarm for the front door sound, meaning someone had come through it.<br><br>It could only be Derek, no one else had the code.<br><br><em><strong>Come and find me, darling.</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>09-02-2019, 02:13:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.gifer.com/ZitW.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Summer before 6th year - Ravenclaw<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gym Shorts -- That's it! <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> HISTORY | Monday, August 5th, 2019<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Manor | Dior's Private Bath<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Procrastinating conversations for funtimes<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Childish Gambino - Feels like Summer (https://youtu.be/F1B9Fk_SgI0)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior, CLOSED</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>There were times that Derek really felt like the luckiest man in the world. He truthfully never had to want for anything. Life had always been there, right behind him to catch his falls and anticipate his wants. Sure, he had his fair share of hardships, but there was no problem without a solution. No lack of opportunity. Derek thrived working with the cards he was dealt, and he was lucky. A Queen was always in his hand, watching over him.<br><br>Fate had given him a partner the second he was free from the womb. That was Dior. That beloved sister would be there waiting there for him. A shadow for him to close his newborn eyes and slumber peacefully in her shadow. Even when the two separated as newborns, Dior worked hard and tirelessly to make sure she worked against fate to get what she wanted. He was too young to understand then, but other situations in his life would be a constant reminder that Dior could bend the will of fate and plow the fields of her own future. Derek, on the other hand, had been benefiting from following suit in her shadow. Following the path that she laid out for him. <br><br>And oh, what a delicious path they laid. Making sure to explore all avenues and leave no stone left unturned. His sister was his new luck. Catching him when he fell behind, anticipating his wants, and allow him to explore the world. Eventually, he would get to explore Dior, too. <br><br>Memories of that night were better than porn. They were better than some girl sending him a pantie-shot up skirt nude given by the dropout party girls. Or even some of the dates and adventures he had at Hogwarts. Just remembering the smell of her shampoo on her hair the first time he slid inside of her wet, virginal insides. His own eager cock was hard as a rock, ready to thank his goddess for all that she paved for him. He would not deny that he had been rather obsessive during the younger years with Dior. She was so different, but yet so utterly the same person as he was. He never felt closer to any other woman. When he was first discovering himself and deciding what he wanted -- he knew that it was Dior. Not some floozy from Ravenclaw. No, he fantasied and wanted his sister. Eventually, she gave in too. And that feeling of closeness and anticipated lust got his cock hard even six years later. <br><br>Dior had her way of sticking with Derek. Especially in his mind.<br><br>However, rationality was starting to catch-up with Derek. He loved his sister more than anything. It wasn't until she truly started catching the eye of Curt or other men that Derek realized that she needed a proper man. Their grandfather was obviously going to be bestowing the family responsibilities on their father, and then obviously Dior when his time came. That meant that Dior would be responsible for handing the affairs of the estate, and upholding the family name. Derek admired how proud Dior was, and knew that they couldn't risk tarnishing the Darley last name. Derek loved his sister. He loved her beyond the way he was supposed to love his sister. He knew she loved him too. <br><br>"Fuck," Derek said coming to this realization again, walking home from playing football with a few muggle mates. He had been trying to blow off some steam. Knowing that he didn't need all that pent up aggression before spending the night in the house alone. These moments were rare occasions for Dior and Derek, but they usually could sneak away with a few a summer. These were nights where they were truly able to do whatever the fuck they wanted to each other. Not having to worry about waking up their mum and dad. Or where they got to explore each other's bodies. Usually Derek would be looking forward to this type of thing.<br><br>Oh, who was he kidding. He was still looking forward to it. <br><br>But that thought hung on the back of his mind. Eating at his brain like Dragon eating on a piece of cheese. He needed to let Dior go. It hurt even thinking about it. He needed to let his sister be free. Not forever, but just long enough for her to get her feet wet and find a proper partner that could take on the Darley name. He needed to do the same. Their Granddad was always asking Derek when he had intended on bringing a fine girl home to one of their summer parties. Derek shrugged his shoulders laughing. Laughing even more awkwardly the summer that he had taken a male lover. Their family was steeped in old English tradition. Derek and Dior just happened to find the extremely old tradition that no one celebrated anymore. <br><br>"Maybe one day it will be OK again," Derek tried to reason with himself, but he knew that this upcoming year would change everything. Kicking a stone on the pavement toward their Liverpool Manor, he cursed under his breath again. Why did he have to pave the way this time? And in a route that neither of them truly wanted to pave, but both knew it was time. <br><br>Derek arrived back at the manor dressed in black gym shorts. His white tank tight on his lean muscled body. Without Curt to hangout with, all he was doing was working out this summer. It worked out in his favor. A gym bag with a football inside hung over his shoulders, and he clumsily threw it on the kitchen table after typing in the code to get in. While he was working on pulling his trainers off, he heard the sweet, sing-songy voice of his sister. <br><br>A rush of blood left his flustered cheeks and moved further south. He knew that that tone was reserved for. <br><br>Just at that moment Dragon came running down the hallways and toward Derek. A large rat, but a clean one. Somehow escaping his cage like he usually did. "Dragon! Dragon, what are you doing out here?" Derek said with a smile. Picking up the brown rat and placing him on his shoulder. It was saver up here than with Angelique running around the place. <br><br>Derek had an uncanny ability of always knowing where his sister was. It was like a twin super power. He knew what he wanted right now, more than anything, was his sister and somewhere to clean his body. This meant that she was probably feeling the same. Derek could never imagine Dior picking his bathroom over her beautiful, elaborate bathroom. So naturally his bare feet started running up the stairs in the clumsy, clunky way that they did. Until he went to the frame of the door. He pulled his shirt off and threw it to the hallway. He thought about removing his pants, but decided against it. The door of Dior's bathroom flung open with such gusto, and Derek leaned up against the doorway of the bathroom. Dragon on one shoulder looking in Dior's direction. <br><br>"You rang, madam?" he said with a cheesy smile. Arms crossing over his bare chest as he leaned up against the post with that cheesy smile. Eventually he slipped Dragon off of his shoulder and started to close the distance between Dior in the bath. His mouth watered. It just reminded him that he wanted to drink her in. Derek dropped to his knees by the bath and leaned over the edge of it. His fingers slipping to the water, and lingering lower to see the reflection of her breasts hidden in the water. The absent hair on her cunny. It made Derek grin, feeling a well of lust in his gut from Dior wanting him badly. <br><br>He dipped his fingers in the warm water. His hand touching her slender thigh from the outside. A finger tracing to the inside as it slowly ran up further. Feeling the sensation of her fleshy thigh getting softer as it led it's way to her warm womanhood. However, his hand lingered at her thighs for just a moment. Before he paused and refused to go any further. Refusing to slip those fingers between her thighs, and take her right there. "I found dragon out and about. Has your <em>pussy</em> been running rampant throughout the house again?" Derek said. <br><br>He waited for her to speak, before pressing his lips up against hers for a few seconds. A large smack coming from his mouth, indicating a playful kiss. He licked her kiss off of his own lips, her lips were so soft. He waited for her to speak again, before kissing her a second time. It wasn't until he did this three times that he stopped and grinned. Hoping that he had agitated her just slightly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 19:13:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6BTrkHY.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Going Into 6th Year of University Level | Slytherin</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Nothing</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>HISTORY</strong> | Monday, <strong>August </strong>5th, 2019</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Darley Manor (https://i.imgur.com/W2yV9Rm.png) | Dior's Private Bath (https://i.imgur.com/oynmeYB.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Bathing | Twincest</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Fuck 'Em Only We Know -- Banks (https://youtu.be/FIYhdTQBhU0)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Derek Darley</strong> | <strong>Closed</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/oynmeYB.png)</div><br><strong><em>CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP</em></strong><br><br>Dior could hear her twin’s clumsy footsteps echoing from all the way down the hall, and she shook her head, rolling her eyes as if she were ashamed of her own preferences. Sometimes he was such a fucking clueless knob, but nevertheless, she was smirking as the footsteps got louder.<br><br>She lay back in preparation of her lover, wearing a smug expression, one that she intended to leave him with a smoldering gaze that demand he take her right then and there. However, the rough manner in which Derek opened the perfectly painted door took her by surprise.<br><br><strong>“EEEEEE!”</strong> she screamed, sitting up so abruptly that water sloshed over the side despite the upward trajectory of the enchanted pink bubbles.<br><br><em>“You rang, madam?”</em><br><br><strong>“Goddamnit, Derek!”</strong> she growled at him, though she had nothing to say while he pulled his shirt off. When they were alone, that was one of the quickest ways to shut her up -- which anyone could tell you, was not always an easy task. He had the sort of attractive quality that made her stare longer, something dark and somehow so pure in his smile. He was like a bleeding wound for love, spilling everywhere without a second thought, and Dior adored him for it. <br><br>However, when she saw Dragon, Derek’s <em>disgusting</em> pet rat starting to creep on its nasty little feet towards her pristine bathtub, Dior pointed and shrieked. <br><br><strong>“EEEEEE, oh. my. god. NO, Derek. Get him out of here! I do not want that <em>pest</em> anywhere near me!” </strong><br><br>She was sitting against the furthest wall of the tub, as if Dragon would come scurrying up it and plop into the suds with her at any moment. Her olive green eyes blinked up at Derek as he came to kneel by the tub, her chest rising and falling under the bubbles as her cheeks grew pink with anger. <br><br><strong>“Gross, you’ve been touching a rodent <em>and</em> you’re all sweaty…” </strong>she whined, making a face as she watched his hand plunge into the water -- though unlike when Dragon came closer, when her brother did, Dior did not move. His arm disappeared into the pink foam on the water’s surface and she could feel her breath catch in her chest. <br><br>She was 16 all over again. <br><br>The slow trace of his purposeful finger sent a ripple of goosebumps up her thigh, and she lay back against the warm porcelain, smug as a housecat as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to give into the tingling sensation that swept over her. Dior had always been very sensitive, submissive even when there was no one else watching.<br><br><em>“I found dragon out and about. Has your pussy been running rampant throughout the house again?”</em><br><br>Dior’s darker brows lowered, glaring. <br><br><strong>“Angelique is probably curled up on a chair somewhere, bothering nobody and being <em>adorable</em>. Seriously, where the bloody hell is your rat?”</strong> <br><br><strong><em>MUAH</em></strong><br><br>He cut her off with a kiss and she sighed into his mouth, half from wanting, half in frustration. <br><br>Her twin knew all her buttons too well and without thinking, her tongue flicked out over her lips at the same time as his did, both of them tasting forbidden fruit. Her tongue moved quickly, as if annoyed.<br><br><strong>“I mean it, Derek, do <em>not</em> let it touch me…!”</strong><br><br>Her tone was genuinely panicked, as if she was accustomed to her twin's knack for mischief and did not feel like indulging that side of him right then. She knew that Dragon couldn’t <em>really</em> scale the slippery walls of the tub, but she wouldn’t put it past Derek to scoop him up and threaten to let him swim in the bath, just to get a rise out of her.<br><br><strong><em>MUAH</em></strong><br><br>Dior was getting annoyed. Why the fuck was he playing with her when they had precious little time as it was?! Oooh, he could infuriate her to no end, but while his hand remained on her thigh, dancing ever higher and yet denying her tender petals of his touch, she remained a woman torn.<br><br><strong><em>MUAH</em></strong><br><br>She was glaring now, upset at him for being so cavalier. Didn’t he want her as badly as she wanted him? Regardless, when she looked up into his beautifully grinning face, her scowl softened.<br><br><strong>“If you’re trying to piss me off, it’s working. Now take your fucking trousers off and get in this tub or I will hex your bollocks.”</strong><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>17-02-2019, 03:12:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.gifer.com/ZitW.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Summer before 6th year - Ravenclaw<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nothing now! <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> HISTORY | Monday, August 5th, 2019<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Manor | Dior's Private Bath<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Procrastinating conversations for funtimes<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Childish Gambino - Me and Your Mama (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hZCsgcKa-g)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior, CLOSED</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Dior's lips were sweet. Unlike the fired way her tongue lashed back out at him. Derek wanted his sister... badly, but that didn't mean he wouldn't torment her just slighty. He knew this woman well. Derek could almost feel her body tensing when he annoyed her so. Feeling that own rush up and then down his spine and tensing in his shoulders. Almost like they had to share the same emotions. He was soaking in such delight as his lips pressed to hers again and then again. Interrupting her as she protested much to Dragon being on his shoulder when he answered the door. The rat had long decided to avoid this bathroom, knowing that it usually came with ear piercing shrieks from Dior's mouth. The feeling between Dior and Dragon were mutual.<br><br>"Hmmmm," Derek groaned into the final kiss and leaned in once more. Not caring in the slightest to her annoyance and her protests. In fact, it fueled his desires even more. Derek needed a taste of his sister right away and he had the confidence to know she wanted it from him, as well. His hand sinking into the bubbly water and legs. Fingers brushing from her kneecaps to her toned thigh. He pulled away her legs until his hand had enough room to glide up her inner thigh. Another groan came from his lips as his tongue lapped out of his mouth and danced with Dior's. Tasting the familiar taste of her saliva. It was like honey to his tongue. <br><br>Fingers glided to the lips of her sex as he brushed them apart. Finding the sweet petals under the water, and a wetness that was far more slick than the water she was in. That's finally what made Derek pull his lips away, but not his fingers. In fact, his fingers took liberties and curled past those precious bare lips and then gliding past the petals of her sex. Curling upward toward the soft walls of her molten core and finding the sweet spot. Discovering it years ago in their experimentation days and he massaged two fingers up against that indent. His eyes looking to Dior's face. Lusting to see her face and reaction as he teased her. <br><br>"Seems like you've been thinking about this moment for a while now," Derek teased and then crossed his fingers like he was wishing for something inside of her. Wiggling it inside that wet, velvety, and extremely warm insides. The muscles from his bicep flexing above the water that rippled around them as he glided his fingers into her. "If only the boys at Hogwarts knew what wanting little minx you can be," Derek hoped it work her up again as his pace started to quicken with his fingers. <br><br>Already he felt the mass growing down his thigh. Making his loose gym shorts tight around his groin. Nothing was more enticing than watching Dior act like this. It also made his confidence swoon knowing that his sister was tied to him since birth and now he was going to take her... again. The blood running through the veins was shared between the two. The same blood pumping into his cock. <br><br>Eventually he stood and gave Dior what he wanted. His fingers finally leaving her insides as half of his arm was drenched from under the water. At first he slipped the fingers into his mouth to taste her. It tasted like perfection. Then he ran the wet hand through his messy hair and it flattened against his scalp. The other hand went to grab the bulge running down his thigh. Giving it quick stroke downward while looking at his smoking hot sister. He bit his bottom lip and then used both of his hands to pull down his trousers. His thick and long length springing forth to hit his stomach. At a standing ovation for Dior's sass and her beauty. The helm was purple with want and his cock throbbed with a need to be touched. He stood there in a while. Confidence swooning as he wanted Dior to admire the likeness that they shared, yet the huge differences of their sex. <br><br>However, Derek nodded his head toward Dior to move her own legs as stepped into the tub. Taking no time to lean over and soak his body. Immersing himself in the smells and everything of Dior. The water was rising so close to the edges as he leaned in and pushed her legs aside. Taking no time to place one hand against the tub for stability and then another to her small yet perfectly shaped breasts. His hand cupped the soft texture and his fingers spread to slip her nipple in-between. Rolling it between the digits. Then his lips when to kiss her neck as his cock pressed against her belly. Even though they were twins, Derek was significantly more muscular, broad, and taller than Dior. <br><br>"There is..." his lips pressed against her neck and then nibbled down the sides. "... something that we have to talk about before ... " his tongue lapped the soft area that he had just bitten. "... mom and dad ... " He quivered then for a moment and cut himself off. His mind forgetting all about that comment, as he was incredibly turned on by Dior's soft skin and her deliciously shaped body. It the body of a perfect woman to him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Gods, you're so fucking hot, sis," he moaned into her while kissing her neck. An obvious twitch of his manhood against her belly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>04-03-2019, 02:01:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GpDBy6J.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://SCHOOL CREST URL)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Curtis "Curt" Roark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654145#msg14654145)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10'', Dogwood, Unicorn Hair, very stiff and straight (https://pm1.narvii.com/6506/c464ab22ecb450fbb6fea0aab93986aa74e2fa00_hq.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> All dirty and half naked after a show (warning: hook through the nose) (https://scontent-ort2-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/51565846_2365238550373359_1100926544622125056_n.jpg?_nc_cat=100&amp;_nc_ht=scontent-ort2-2.xx&amp;oh=e290e3264cab383792313d2e59d9c5e5&amp;oe=5CE72DEE).<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 3:00am | Saturday, July 13th, 2019<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hotel Room in London<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sexy, Serious, and Stunt descriptions (such as suspension).<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Play with Fire - Sam Tinnesz (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MkpH0J0mjgw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Joanna Batherson | CLOSED</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The show had gone off without a hitch. He had been nervous about replacing Derek the first time around, but the show went well and this one had been even better. Joanna was not only a wonderful assistant, but she was more interested in trying out some of the stunts than Derek was. It helped to feed a part of himself that was eager to pass on the things he had taught himself to do. Curt spent a lot of time researching his stunts. He didn't just do them and hope for the best. Joanna wanting to learn from him meant that she felt he was doing something right. Derek had expressed some interest, but ultimately, he couldn't see Derek going terribly far with it. His best friend wasn't about to shove his own face in a pile of glass or let people staple bank notes to his chest. Joanna might though.<br><br>Curt remembered the first time he did suspension. He had to rig it up himself for the most part and awkwardly run the hooks through his own shoulders. He'd done it himself in his room at home while his family was out. It had been painful and despite his prior researching, he had worried about damage to his body. No one had been there for him to check on him or make sure he was okay. His friendship with Derek was still in the early stages at that time, so he hadn't thought to call the other wizard. He always told himself that if he ever got to help someone do suspension, he wouldn't let that happen. He wasn't going to leave them alone until he was sure they were alright. So that was why he had got the hotel room tonight. He usually got a room, because his parents and siblings didn't appreciate him coming home all dirty and at three in the morning. Tonight it was mostly for her though.<br><br>Joanna had done a lot tonight and he wanted to make sure she got the proper care she needed. Their first show together the weekend before had ended with a few too many drinks and a roll in the sack. It was the sort of thing he had needed after the week he had had that week. He'd been emotionally out of his mind and Joanna had proved to be very helpful in every possible way. It was his turn to make sure she got all the help she needed tonight. She had done more than suspension tonight and he knew how stressful that could be on a body. There would be adrenaline coursing through her and her body would be starting to feel sore soon enough. <br><br>He'd sent Joanna into the room first while he went back out to get his stunt trunk. He'd lost his trunk once before to thieves, so he never left it in the car anymore. It also let her have a few minutes to settle in. Trunk filled with ropes, hooks, stunt swords, and various other items slung over one of his shoulders, he hauled it into the room and dropped it at the foot of the bed. Curt was stronger than he looked. Sweat had smudged his makeup all over his face, the paint he put on his neck was running down his chest, and his hair was stringy and sweat filled. He smelled like sweat and lighter fluid. A little blood ran down his chest from a few small holes from where people had been willing to come up and staple their tips to his chest. He'd need a shower soon.<br><br>Slicking his hair back with a hand, he looked over at her, "You doing okay? You need some water or something to eat? I can get you something. Nothing heavy. Just something to put some weight in your stomach...unless you're feeling sick. Which is normal too. Feeling shaky or anything?" he remembered taking the hooks out of his shoulders the first time. It made him a little sick to his stomach. It was nothing like getting a little ear or nose piercing. The skin crackled and popped as the air was released out from under it. The sound was unnerving until one got used to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>04-03-2019, 04:21:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6BTrkHY.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Going Into 6th Year of University Level | Slytherin</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Nothing</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>HISTORY</strong> | Monday, <strong>August </strong>5th, 2019</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Darley Manor (https://i.imgur.com/W2yV9Rm.png) | Dior's Private Bath (https://i.imgur.com/oynmeYB.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Bathing | Twincest</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Fuck 'Em Only We Know -- Banks (https://youtu.be/FIYhdTQBhU0)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Derek Darley</strong> | <strong>Closed</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/oynmeYB.png)</div><br><strong>“Don’t ignore meeeeeee,”</strong> Dior whined, girlishly elongating her last vowel until her pink lips cinched into a pout that stopped her protest entirely. Her bottom lip stuck out and her dark brows lowered over her hazel eyes, pulse quickening as he dipped his arm into the water and fixed her with that <em>look</em>. Dior knew what that look meant. That look had started everything between them and to this day, it still struck her to the bone. <br><br>His hand skimmed a line of hot fire up her slim leg, pushing her thighs apart with a swift urgency that she could not deny. Her skin was smooth under his touch, knees falling open so that she bloomed. A breath stuttered out of her lips as his fingers strummed through her weeping petals, and she licked her lips while maintaining intimate eye contact. <br><br><strong>“You’re supposed to be getting starkers,”</strong> she reminded with a tilt of her head, her blonde hair still dry thanks to the high bun she’d pulled her hair into. <br><br>She exhaled sharply as she felt her twin’s fingers hover at her tight entrance and then sink into her sweltering heat.<br><br><strong>“Mmm, yes,”</strong> she moaned softly in approval, her eyelids momentarily fluttering as she melted against the tub. Her face was pink from the warm water, but her pupils had dilated until they were like a pair of black holes ready to swallow her brother whole. She knew what she wanted, knew who she loved.<br><br><em>“Seems like you've been thinking about this moment for a while now.” </em>Dior shuddered at his words, enjoying his verbal torture as much as it drove her mad. His fingers twisted inside of her and she let out a high-pitched squeal that had her toes clenching. Her pussy was twitching around him and she wanted more. <em>“If only the boys at Hogwarts knew what wanting little minx you can be.”</em><br><br>As he stood and brought his fingers to his mouth to taste her, Dior smirked. <strong>“They all want a taste,”</strong> she teased back, her voice hoarse with lust. <strong>“Who knows, maybe this’ll be the year they get one.”</strong> Though there was a playful edge to her teasing, Dior knew she was speaking the truth. <br><br>But that was a worry for next weekend. <br><br>All thoughts of insignificant tossers at Hogwarts fell to the wayside as Derek palmed a handful of his cock through his shorts. Mimicking her twin unintentionally, Dior’s white teeth flashed as she bit her bottom lip at the same time Derek did as his shorts fell away. It bobbed out of his hem and then stood proudly despite its weight, tip shining with eagerness.<br><br>Dior licked her lips. She had always loved his body. He was trim and strong, and she could already imagine his muscles rippling as he held himself over and drove into her body over and over…<br><br><strong>“You’re getting quite fit,”</strong> she praised, smirking as she drew her knees towards her chest to make room for Derek to get into the tub with her. When he was settled, she playfully sent a small splash of water in his direction so that it would hit his chest and leave some pink bubbles.<br><br>When he loomed over her and brought his hands to her pert breasts, rolling her nipples while pressing his cock against her stomach, Dior quivered. His teeth against her neck had always been her weak spot, the quickest way to melt her into a pile of submissiveness, but when he said that he needed to talk about something, Dior pulled away from his kisses.<br><br><strong>“What <em>about</em> mum and dad?”</strong> she asked, pushing against his chest even as he complimented her and dove back into kissing her neck. There were about a hundred reasons to bring them up and none of them were good. However, his lips grazed over her pulse and she could feel her resolve falling away – they could always talk <em>after…</em> <strong>“Never mind, tell me later.”</strong><br><br>Submissive though she tended to be in bed, Dior Darley was tired of talking and to demonstrate such, she let her hand glide through the warm water to grip his turgid length and begin stroking it up and down while lifting her chin towards his face to beg for a kiss. <br><br><strong>“Please, Derek, I want to feel you,”</strong> she whispered in the charged air between them as she pumped his cock against the taut smoothness of her belly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>04-03-2019, 17:36:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-atl3-1.cdninstagram.com/vp/709c516a6870b93dee7b1c5d60ba5316/5D10B237/t51.2885-15/e35/1517143_1647303708848260_293808547_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-1.cdninstagram.com)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Joanna Zipporah Batherson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665444#msg14665444)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third year gryffidor<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> muggle<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 in. / Pine / Rougarou hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> these pants and gloves, and a black spaghetti strap tank top (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2b/b7/88/2bb7885af9e43d0c654caf64d88624f5.jpg?b=t), <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 3:00am | Saturday, July 13th, 2019<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hotel Room in London<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, closed </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Joanna's body was still tingly and achy as she sat next to Curt. The street lights and scenery that they passed barely registered as she reflected on the night's events. Curt had asked her to help with another one of his shows. It was a request Joanna was happy to fulfill, especially after the experiences she'd had at the last one. The first invite had been a surprise for sure, but it opened up a whole new world to Joanna. It was a strange twisted place, that pushed boundaries and embraced what most would avoid. It was exciting and alluring in ways she couldn't explain. It was a place that embraced her wicked little quirks and made her feel less broken.<br><br>The first night Joanna knew she was a stand-in for the person Curt normally wanted there with him. Perhaps a distraction of sorts even, she wasn't the person he wanted but in some way, she was the person he needed at that time. It was a place Joanna could accept, as she never expected more from anyone. But that was a whole other can of turmoil. One she'd keep buried deep where no one else could see. The night they'd first hooked up was wild, but she knew that it was the alcohol in their systems that were partly to blame for that night. But tonight had been something they both looked forward to. Something she felt more a part of her, or as if she'd had a real place within it.<br><br>Curt was a friend, a kindred spirit of sorts, when it came to some things. But doing the shows with him made something inside of her awakening. It was something that was nearly impossible to put it into words. Curt thankfully seemed to understand what she'd tried to explain and was more than happy to help her explore her desires. And tonight they took the first step in doing that. Joanna had performed her first suspension.<br><br>At first, she felt the all to familiar shame that came when anyone saw her back. And though it was not fully exposed the idea of it still had Joanna praying for the world to just swallow her whole for a moment. Thankfully Curt had been there, he guided her through it and eased her through every step. Joanna could already feel her nerves running on high before the hooks even pierced her skin. The pain had been brief, nothing compared to anything she'd already endured. Yet even if it had been, it all seemed to fall away the moment her feet left the ground.<br><br>She hung loosely, gravity attempting yet failing at dragging her back down to earth. The crowd had been entertained, but Joanna didn't really register any of them. She just listened to Curt and fell into the experience. He'd spun her body some, allowed her to swing about. Her whole body came alive as a rush of sensation worked through all of her nerve endings. It spread like a wildfire and caused every part of her to ache and tingly all at the same time. A strange bit of laughter slipped free every few moments as excitement and happiness bubbled up from deep within her. Joanna was still buzzing when they finally let her down, her whole body felt shaky and alive. She couldn't help but kiss Curt when he slipped in close to steady her. "Thank you." she softly spoke before a real smile played over her features.<br><br>By the time they'd reached the hotel, Joanna could feel the adrenaline wavering somewhat. Her back throbbed lightly, her skin still felt odd after the hooks were removed. Curt explained that part of the strange sensation was the air escaping from under the skin. She didn't argue when he sent her to the room first. The idea of kicking off her shoes and collapsing sounded good at that moment. She left the door cracked, so Curt could just slip in and flopped on the end of the bed just as her legs felt as if they were about to give. Joanna reached up and ruffled her hair, looking over to the mirror that was across the room from the bed. Her makeup was smeared, her hair was a mess, and she looked like a touch of hell. But instead of turning away she just laughed and let down her hair. The long red locks fell down around her shoulders in wild waves as she ruffled it lose.<br><br>Her attention shifted as Curt came trotting into the room and placed his showcase down. Joanna was confused by his concern at first. She wasn't used to anyone seeing to her needs at all. But she finally smiled softly, "Yeah I have the shaky part down." she laughed softly, "Water be great, I guess a snack...I don't know. I..." she shook her head, "I don't feel sick though, and bit light head maybe. Kind of floaty...if that makes sense?" Joanna tried to explain what she was feeling at the moment. "Sorry," she shook her head and apologized for reasons she wasn't even sure about herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>09-03-2019, 19:14:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.gifer.com/ZitW.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Summer before 6th year - Ravenclaw<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nothing now! <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> HISTORY | Monday, August 5th, 2019<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Manor | Dior's Private Bath<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Savor the moment<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> CHVRCHES - The Mother We Share (https://youtu.be/_mTRvJ9fugM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior, CLOSED</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>In truth the last thing that Derek wanted to do was talk about their parents, the family linage, and the expectations of what was to be done about them once they were older. In truth, the whole thought of it all was such a bore. Especially as his completely naked, incredibly sexy, and utterly horny minx of a sister was pressing up against his hard cock. The warm water felt glorious around his arousal, but it was nothing in compared to what he anticipated it to feel like if he was inside of his sister's velvet-like insides. <br><br>"Later is better," he agreed and went back to licking that small line down her neck. Nibbling even down to her protruding collarbone. <br><br>Dior was such a tiny thing and he loved it. Then he proceeded to do one of the lovely things that he enjoyed with her. His hand went to her hips and cupped around the back. Fingers gliding to the small of her back leading down to her soft ass cheeks. That's when he cupped them. Finding the swell of her&nbsp; rear and where it met her equally glorious other ass cheek. He gave it a firm squeeze, kneaded the soft flesh, and almost growled against her skin as his pearly whites nibbled at her. <br><br>"Just let me enjoy this," he said back in his brotherly spoiled way. His voice muffled by Dior's skin. In truth, he would have normally taken her there. One slip in to feel her tightness and warmth, and then another to fully dive into the wanting pleasure of her cunt. However, in the back of his mind he knew that this may be one of the last times he would have his sister in a long time. There was a chance that it would be the last time ever. Derek on the inside was a romantic, even if he could have been something of a selfish lover with his sister. He liked the taste of her skin against his tongue. He liked the way she squirmed wanting him to take her. He wanted to save this moment as if Dior was his last meal. <br><br>Eventually his hands stopped kneading her ass and instead he planted his large palms beneath her. Lifting her small frame up by grabbing both of her hips and positioning himself further backward. With one hand on his hip he pressed the swollen tip of his cock against her clit. It felt wet, different from the wetness of the water. Incredibly slick as the tip of his crown guided from the hood of her clit down the slippery slickness of her lips. Spreading apart the petals of her sex as he gasped against her chest. His hips drove in further, and the tip of his cock met the soft entrance of her insides. <br><br>"You're such a needy brat," Derek teased at her with a smile, before he thrust his hips forward and entered her tightness. He looked at Dior right in the eye as he did. Wanting to see her expression, as she saw his. It looked as if Derek took a breath. The helm of his cock spread her entrance wide as he felt the velvet walls of her insides cling to him. The water splashed against the sides of the tub as he pulled back. Her entrance clinging on to the edges of his spongy tip from her tightness, before he thrust back into her. His eyes wincing as he pushed most of his large, thick length inside of her. <br><br>"Oh fuck," he gasped out gripping on the edges of the tub. His other hand still snug as it gripped to her hip. Pulling her into him further as his kisses now hurried went to her lips. Pressing against them against hers hard as he pulled back again and gathered a decent rhythm to thrust inside of her. More of his veiny prick slipping into her until his balls felt the comfort of the curves of her ass. Dior fit him so well, like a glove, and no other person had felt so utterly perfect wrapped around him. The water was beginning to splash up against the edges of the tub. <br><br>"Fuck Dior, why do you feel so good," he panted when he pulled away from their kiss. Looking at her in the eye as he worked his way inside of her. Taking that moment to pull back far and then drive hard into her if she tried to respond back. He loved fucking with her in all the ways. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-04-2019, 00:13:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QLB4q0X.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This dress, (https://i.imgur.com/mjbiyxR.jpg) with these heels (https://i.imgur.com/3b0VDty.jpg) and these braids (https://i.imgur.com/14LB8OF.jpg). But not for much longer!<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Raynor’s Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting naked.<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Stand Still -- Sabrina Claudio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw0sjXiU4IE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Continued from here.... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299875.msg14788383#msg14788383)<br><br><hr><br>When Raynor began to close the distance between them it was right then that the realization of just how alone they were finally dawned on Bambi. She couldn’t resist against the shiver that worked its way down the curve of her spine, trapped somewhere at the flat of her back by the time Raynor came to a stop and began to speak. She felt herself wrapping around his finger, bewitched by the deep rumble of his voice and the itch to touch his skin. What started as an impulsive desire was swiftly growing into a craving. Need. She began to pull at her fingers but rather than doing this out of nervousness, it was for the rising ache to have them feel the warmth of his skin.<br><br>And then his wand was out and pointed directly at her. Bambi didn’t even flinch, she didn’t even blink, the trust she had in Raynor was unwavering even as he cast his spell. Down fell one strap over her shoulder, then the other, peeling down to reveal smooth skin. The lines of her clavicle, the décolletage, Bambi lifted her arms when needed, aiding the fabric without actually removing it herself, content to allow Raynor to have his fun. She found it daring and thrilling, and by the time it began to slide down her navel and show the upper curve of her hips, she lifted her eyes to meet his.<br><br>Something about holding his gaze felt far more intimate than being stripped down with his magic and standing there, half naked. Soon, the dress pooled down around her calves and it was at this point that she lifted one leg to carefully step out of the dress before following it with the other. Bambi was now dressed in nothing more than a pair of nude heels and her silk undergarments, and as shy as she could be she felt perfectly comfortable in her own skin. Even when most of it was on full display. “If you want the rest off,” she heard herself say, “then you’ll have to use those clever hands.” Through some untapped power of bravery and restraint, the blonde closed the remaining space between them.<br><br>She pressed her palms flat against his chest and instantly felt them curling into his shirt, inching their way down south to the hem. “Call me old fashioned,” she whispered, voice husky and low with lust. “But this will be my first time.” Where her fingers curled into the hem of his shirt, Bambi soon pulled, wanting to draw him even closer. The heat against her palms wasn’t enough, she needed it to be pressed against every curve of her flesh.<br><br>Her hands reached out, soothing up to his shoulders, then out and down those powerful arms until she grabs hold of each wrist. Bambi stepped even closer, as close as they could be at this point, and slowly directed his hands to reach around her chest to the clasp at her back. She was half certain he would be able to feel her heart hammering against his own flesh. “I hear all the time how men apparently struggle with these clasps,” she teased, staring up at him through the thick lace of her eyelashes. “But something tells me you know what you’re doing.”<br><br>She left his hands to their own devices, freeing up her own for a different task. The pads of her fingers gently returned to the hem of his shirt, then drifted below it, pressing them against the hard muscles of his stomach. He could feel just the slightest prick from her nails. “So… teach me. Better yet, show me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quick Ben</strong> on <strong>02-04-2019, 20:44:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xNEhQ6X.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As Pictured<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Ray's Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> French Silks<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> LVNDVN - Dragon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpHRj2f4RAU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bambi – Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br>Her first? Raynor was mildly surprised, though not stunned. She had been confident enough up to this moment, but her other mannerisms showed something of shy inexperience throughout the night. Now, Raynor knew the answer to what he had been wondering but did not ask. This was to be her first time, and he was to be the one who parted her from her virginity. The thought was thrilling, and it ran up and down his spine, right down to his groin where he throbbed in fervent excitement.<br><br>With her dress out of the picture, a newer picture emerged. Bambi, in French silk that clung to her every delicious curve. The sight inspired Raynor's every craving lust and ravenous desire, stirring him deeply in a profound manner. He was about to go to her, but she did the work for him, coming into his space and putting his hands to her body, then against the clasp of her bra. Their closeness was intoxicating, and Raynor could feel himself becoming drunken by the intensity of their proximity. He knew what was going to happen, and she knew what was going to happen. They had agreed to it, and the rest was ceremony.<br><br>He welcomed their ritual dance by raising one hand away from the clasp, trailing his fingers over her the lining of her spine, up the curve of her neck where he grasped her by her hair. Raynor tugged, firmly, but gently, and forced her head to bob to one side. His lips pressed to her neck, where he placed several hot kisses. In answer to her suggestion, he proved his experience by deftly unclasping her bra with a single hand. With that same hand, he removed it from her body to leave her chest completely exposed to him. And his daring raged on, allowing his tongue to dart out past his lips to ravish the point he had chosen on her neck. <br><br>Raynor teased, and sucked, gently putting his teeth to flesh for exploratory nibbles. He groaned into her neck. Hot. Heavy. Raynor hungered for more. Every kiss and touch failed to sate him, but instead lit him on fire. With a sudden grip of her hips, he whirled her around, and pressed her back into his chest, and rammed his throbbing bulge into her backside, grinding himself into her desirously. <br><br>In this hold, Bambi was prisoner to the ambition of his hands. Those same hands traversed her body to get a hold of her milky breasts. He cupped them, and squeezed them, kneading the pristine and flawless mounds between his greedy fingers. His mouth spoke the tongue of want, and his hands the language of a conqueror. <br><br>"You're mine." He declared hotly. This might be her first time, but it would not be her last. Not if he had anything to say about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2019, 02:02:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/hxbFz4e.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A pair of silk panties.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Raynor’s Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Just one more piece of silk.<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Stand Still -- Sabrina Claudio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw0sjXiU4IE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>She appreciated that Raynor took the information in stride and didn’t seem to ask any questions. People could be quite weird about sex; some treated virginity like a disease, one that required open mockery and ridicule. Others found it precious and sacred and cradled it in a silver lined goblet filled with too many unrealistic expectations, only to find disappointment. Bambi knew she was many things and as much as she enjoyed reading the fiction that included rosebud covered sheets and candlelight she understood that the reality of her first time would be different. She was prepared to cross that bridge when they approached it. For now, the woman was all too content with the scalding heat that came from Raynor’s hands as they drifted across her naked flesh. It was hard to think past that, anyway.<br><br>As silly as it may sound, the sensation of his hands against her breasts was such a sharp contrast to her own explorations Bambi didn’t think she could ever have been prepared for it. He was bold, commanding, Raynor’s lust and brazen confidence could be felt down to the way he cupped her into his palm and pulled her body against him. Firm, even stern, but this only excited the woman further and caused her breathing to hitch in her throat as his teeth dragged across her neck. That vulnerable spot he latched onto was only growing more tender as he licked and suckled, sending tingles through her skin.<br><br>Up until this point, nothing had quite as impactful of an effect as the words he spoke against her throat. It sparked something deep down in the fibers of her being, made the woman arch even as she rolled her hips back against the firm bulge he was pressing into her. “Is that a declaration?” she cooed, feeling her eyelids fluttering shut. His confidence was intoxicating, alluring. “A promise?” If he kept this up much longer, she was going to forget how to speak English. Already her brain felt sluggish, diluted with endorphins and hormones that wanted to be at the center of attention. More than ever she craved the weight of his body pressing down against hers.<br><br>Her hands were curling into his jeans, holding herself against him as if she might float away. Raynor was a powerful force, like the ocean, she was ensnared by his undertow and could only follow his direction. Nothing had ever made more sense to her than that. One of her hands snaked upward, curling at the back of his neck. She felt herself start to tremble and solved the dilemma by stepping back and into him. She even rose to the tips of her toes so that he pressed more firmly against the silk panties still hugging her hips. “Raynor.” She didn't quite know what she was asking for. But he seemed to know exactly what she needed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quick Ben</strong> on <strong>07-04-2019, 21:53:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xNEhQ6X.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As Pictured<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Ray's Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> French Cuisine<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> LVNDVN - Dragon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpHRj2f4RAU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bambi – Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br><em>Is that a declaration?<br><br>... a promise?</em><br><br>An answer of the hands. Raynor dug his fingers into her breasts, toying with them like they were dough to be molded by his hardened grasp. He squeezed them like he owned them, and like he owned her. They were his property, to be caressed, kissed, touched, groped, or even slapped if that was what he wanted. And that was what he did. For a brief moment, he released her chest from his control, only to clap his hands back over her tits in a measured, and rough, echoing strike. He growled into Bambi's neck right at the moment of collision, like the wilder, animal side of him was beginning to break free.<br><br>"A guarantee," Raynor responded, spun her around, and tossed her onto his bed. He was on top of her shortly thereafter, like she was the caught and cornered gazelle to his lion. His lips attacked her neck again, but then they traveled downwards; a warpath of kisses conquering her flesh, from the tense outline of her clavicle, down through the valley of her breasts, descending over her navel, further, and further... <br><br>Raynor came to a pause over her panties. He grabbed onto her legs, and pressed her thighs together so he could lift them upward, stretching her so her feet were aimed at the ceiling. "Hold still." He demanded. His fingers clawed underneath her final defense, and slowly, painstakingly began to peel them down, freeing her full nakedness as the French silk glided over her thighs, her calves, and up and over her feet.<br><br>Once they were free he tossed them aside. Raynor grabbed onto her legs a little above her ankles. In one forceful move he pulled her legs open, stretching them wide so that her bare pussy was open and vulnerable to him. He looked her in her eyes, alight with hunger, determination, and then leveled himself between her legs, feasting his gaze upon the sight of her virginal flower. It was beautiful, sexy, and no doubt incredibly tight.<br><br>He teased her by planting a couple of kisses on the insides of her thighs, with his hot breath washing over her flesh. From there, he peered up toward where he expected to see Bambi looking down at him, almost as if searching for permission to go further. But, that was not why he looked up. He looked up to give her a chance to see the fiery, and voracious appetite burning away in his eyes. <br><br>Without further warning, Raynor sampled her pussy with his mouth and the skillful touch of his tongue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>08-04-2019, 19:01:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/hxbFz4e.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A pair of silk panties.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Raynor’s Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Melts in his mouth <em>and</em> in his hands.<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Stand Still -- Sabrina Claudio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw0sjXiU4IE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Bambi heard herself squeak just as she was hitting the mattress, but before she could blink with her large doe eyes up at Raynor, the Nord was crawling up the length of her body and pressing her down into the sheets. This rough approach was intimidating, she could still feel the slight sting against her breasts and the new rush of adrenaline as it burned through her veins. Her hands were shaking, her breath ragged and a little quick, and even much more to her surprise, she found herself under a strict new authority and… liking it.<br><br>Maybe it was that dark glint in his eye. The trust that he wouldn’t take it too far even though she knew she would be testing some of her limits. How absolutely confident this man was, and how absolutely helpless he made her feel! Never once had he caused her harm and despite the aggression, there was still a noticeable gentleness to his approach. Primal was a perfectly acceptable way to describe his lust, and as Raynor’s mouth slipped away from her neck to her collar bone she invited him to continue by whispering his name.<br><br>He was at her breasts now; Bambi shivered and licked her lips, then moaned a little more throatily as his path continued. Maybe her brain just caught up with all these endorphins and hormones. Maybe she was so swept away by the evening she hadn’t really, <em>really</em> considered what she was doing. But it was just a few inches above her navel that she started to get goosebumps, and it was when his mouth was traveling across her belly button that her body began to tremble. The girl propped herself up with one elbow and was about to say something -not to stop him, just an admission of her nervousness- when his look and his commanding voice brought her to a standstill.<br><br>The panties were her last line of defense. She hadn’t blushed when he removed her dress. She hadn’t batted an eyelash when he unclasped her bra and helped himself to her breasts. But there was heat flaming on her cheeks now as he pulled away the silk and stretched out her long legs. Now she felt naked. <em>Now</em> she felt completely vulnerable and exposed and it only skyrocketed from there when he forcefully pulled her knees apart. Bambi wasn’t able to meet his gaze; partially from the returning of her shyness, but mostly because the intensity in his face left her feeling completely overwhelmed. No one had ever looked at her like that. No one had ever seemed to want her as much as he did. As those teasing kisses began to caress her inner thigh, Bambi began to slowly wrap her fingers into a fist around his sheets, squirming and fighting to keep herself absolutely still.<br><br>And then his mouth found her and she mewled in absolute delight. Her trembling didn’t seem to go away, and as slight as the woman was, the lean muscles of her frame flexed and rippled as she made a slight adjustment to her hips that allowed her flop back in more comfort. But a few seconds later she was propped up again, bold in her lust to watch his face for a few moments until his tongue’s magic had her groaning more loudly and flopping back down again. She released the blankets, then fisted them again. She moaned and then turned her head to bury the sound against her palm. It wasn’t fair that there seemed to be no gentle transition; pleasure swelled inside of her, more swiftly and more intensely than any time she had ever pleased herself.<br><br>“Oh god…” She felt her hips lifting, her back bowing, a slow and steady undulation through the spine as they found an instinctual rhythm by his mouth and her needs. One of her hands had curled into his hair, not to direct his mouth but to beg him to keep going. She was close, and while part of her brain wondered if she should be embarrassed by how eager her body was to respond to him, the rest of it drowned her worries with the brilliant swelling feeling one got just when they were about to cum. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quick Ben</strong> on <strong>12-04-2019, 02:22:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xNEhQ6X.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As Pictured<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Ray's Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Savoring the rising sensations<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> LVNDVN - Dragon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpHRj2f4RAU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bambi – Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br>The sweetness of mewls and moans cascading freely past her lips feathered Raynor's spirit with an intensity of arousal. He caused that sound to happen, like the master of an instrument. What he desired now more than ever was to conjure that moan on a greater scale. His tongue continued to strike, but the gentle tenderness of his initial teasing approach shifted in form, pace, and motion. Faster, but not panicked. Rougher, but not unkind. He spread her nether lips with his fingers, and suddenly targeted her clit. It was rapid fire, the sweeping brush of his tongue lapping at the point of attack with writhing fire.<br><br>Just as he began, he pulled away. Raynor stared up at her with a smoldering look like he knew exactly what he was doing to her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. He went back down, kissing her clit only to begin anew with a different, but no-less furious rhythm. She tasted blissfully sweet, and the ecstasy of her flavor was something he savored like a fresh drop of honey. Caught amidst the raging tension of the moment, he could not stop himself from groaning roughly into her delicate tenderness. <br><br>His starvation drove him forward, and his assault raged onward in its heightened momentum. While this happened, his tongue never ceased its constancy of motion. Reinforcements came in the form of his fingers, two of them, prodding at the entrance of her cathedral; the chapel of her innocence. Raynor punched open the doors, plunging his fingers inside out of an insatiable yearning to dig deeply into Bambi and claim her entirely, inside and out. Push, he fingered forward, pull, he fingered backward. A curl of his touch, searching out as if on the hunt for her very soul.<br><br>Fire crackled in the hearth. His blazing want flared. He resolved not to allow her a chance of retreat. If she tried to flee, then he would have to flip her over, pin her down and have his way until she collapsed into the sheets out of exhaustion. With her hand in his hair urging him on, Raynor recognized he probably didn't need to do that. Not yet, anyway. She wanted more, so he gave her more, increasing the pace of his penetrating fingers. And, using his free-hand, he doubled-down on the all-out blitz centering on her clit. Whenever his tongue was not there, the rolling pressure of his hand rubbed ceaselessly, hungrily, and without mercy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>12-04-2019, 20:32:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/hxbFz4e.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A pair of silk panties.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Raynor’s Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Toe pointe and back bends<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Stand Still -- Sabrina Claudio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw0sjXiU4IE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>From the very beginning, it seemed that they were destined to ride a roller coaster of sweet moments and escalating intensity. Clear examples came from their nearly violent reunion, the unexpected tenderness in their first kiss, and here she was now, lying naked on his bed and panting as if she just ran a record mile while Raynor did things to her she couldn’t describe. It was hard to say which finger was responsible for what motion when the small bundle of nerves was being assaulted so perfectly. Whenever she seemed to lift up her hips the force of his command ensured they would never get away. His possessive demands didn’t frighten her or bring her out of this foggy haze of lust. Bambi was certain she was experiencing that missing link she never knew she always needed until it finally stared at her right in the face. Or, in this case, locked between her thighs, groaning his greed.<br><br>It was a curious sensation to have his fingers thrusting inside, again more agile and more confident than hers had ever been, and quite larger by comparison. The heat of his hands only aroused her further, making her aware of just how deep he was daring to go and reaching places no one else ever had. Soon, instead of cooing and rocking against the sheets, Bambi was clenching her jaw and making sharp, ragged cries that filled the air as her body struggled to endure every electric jolt. She began to sweat. Her brows pinched. Her hold in his hair became a death grip and before she was ready for it the orgasm struck.<br><br>Like a viper. <br><br>Or maybe a bulldozer.<br><br>For all of her mewling and the few moments she had control to look down at his handsome face, now she was thrown backward and writhed in such a way that would force Raynor to put a little more muscle into holding her into place. As slight as her frame was, Bambi wasn’t lacking in strength or endurance, all thanks to a daily yoga routine that might surprise most. The bow in her spine nearly lifted her off of the mattress. One arm was stretched out to the side to grasp the sheets and the other continued to hold Raynor’s head. She just couldn’t be sure if she wanted to pull him in closer or push him away completely. By the way her legs were flexing and her toes were pointing, it was a good bet to say she didn’t have the mental function to think much at all. <br><br>Bambi didn’t recognize the sounds that were coming out of her own throat. Lost in instinct and pleasure her muscles deep inside began to clench and spasm like a greedy little mouth that tried to pull his fingers in further. Was that her scream? Was that her begging him despite not knowing exactly what she was asking? Her heart was racing so furiously she was dizzy and still she felt herself riding a wave of pleasure that had no end in sight. When she wasn’t moaning his name in reverence, she was stretching out her body in tribute.<br><br>But the woman eventually did collapse against the bedding, the lean muscles of her abdominals flexing visibly as her sightless eyes stared up at the ceiling. Bambi was about as limber as a wet noodle and couldn’t stop the trembling that crept into her bones. Raynor had every right to be confident and proud. Bambi had never experienced anything quite like that, and she knew that she was severely at a disadvantage. With Raynor, that was exactly what she wanted.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quick Ben</strong> on <strong>13-04-2019, 20:28:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xNEhQ6X.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As Pictured // Naked<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Ray's Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> At the precipice of conquering<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> LVNDVN - Dragon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpHRj2f4RAU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bambi – Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br>Raynor held onto her tightly, and did not relinquish his dominion over her body. He devoured her delight like it was the air he needed to breathe, claiming the reverential tribute of her arching, writhing ecstasy with eager ferocity. Every moan, every shiver, and every proclamation of his name strengthened his resolve. The practiced certainty of his hands and his tongue continued ceaselessly, even into the awakening of her orgasm, carrying on vigorously until the peak of her climax subsided and fell heavily like thunder into the folds of his bed. Her reaction had warmed him, pleasing him to his core in a profound way. He had done that to her, and his grin told a tale of his bold, confident pride. At any moment he could, and would, do it again. She was at his mercy. Bambi knew it, and so did he. <br><br>He granted her reprieve, allowing her to catch her breath and for her mind to catch up to what had just occurred. Raynor came back down to her, running his hands across the curves of her naked body, intimately getting to know the map of her being so that he would know her in every way a man could know a woman. He pressed a kiss onto her stomach, and then came to put his lips to hers. "You are beautiful beyond compare." He asserted, and meant it forcefully. "But," Raynor followed, "you haven't experienced <em>anything</em> yet. That was only the beginning." His mouth to her ear. A declaration. "I'm going to take you until my name becomes the only thing you know."<br><br>Being a man of his word, Raynor lifted himself back up and stood at the edge of the bed. He cast off his shirt, exposing the hardened lines of his chiseled, muscular form. There wasn't an inch of him that was not rigid with strength, and power. Raynor watched her, hungrily eating up her naked form and letting her see him. Then, his hands went to his belt, undoing the clasp, following it up with the descent of his zipper. He kicked away his pants, standing now with only his briefs that clung to the readily apparent, and bulging outline of his cock. The fabric was barely enough to keep it covered, straining from the forceful weight of his want.<br><br>Like a director with a talented cinematographer, or a good author, he teased Bambi and any sense of her suspense and anticipation. He grabbed onto the edges of his briefs, and pulled them down. Slowly. Raynor's tugging exposed, moment by moment, and inch by inch, the throbbing intensity of his erection, stopping just as he was at the end to allow his cock to spring free with sudden momentum. Proportional to Raynor, his cock was large, thick, and hard, intimidatingly so. To demonstrate not only his size, but what he wanted, Raynor grabbed onto Bambi's legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed and laid his turgid length onto her stomach where his immensity became readily, and shockingly apparent. That was going to go inside of her.<br><br>Raynor met her gaze, letting the tension climb. "Do you want it?" He asked at last, with a voice tinged in the sound of demand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>13-04-2019, 23:26:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/KnxGP6H.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Naked<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Raynor’s Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Shut up and take my...<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Stand Still -- Sabrina Claudio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw0sjXiU4IE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Coming off of that high by the warmth of Raynor’s caressing hands was the most wonderful feeling in the world. It helped her mind resurface without nulling any of the pleasure still tingling through her nervous system. She moaned, blinked, stretched out like a lazy cat and rediscovered the sense of sight. All of this, while the man she would never let slip from her mind traveled up the length of her body to press her down into his bed. The fact that he was still fully dressed hadn’t escaped her notice and Bambi found her fingers reaching for his shirt, tangling in the hem as she slowly pulled it up.<br><br>Good intentions failed. Where she started to pull the fabric up his frame she was forced to stop because of the whisper against her ear. Who knew such a place could be so debilitating? Bambi moaned again, her hips rocking a slow wave as if her body wanted to show the man just what he was capable of doing to her. As if he didn’t already know. As if he didn’t already hold all the cards in his skilled hands.<br><br>“Raynor,” she breathed, soothing her lips across his cheek. “You rob me of my senses and then ignite them. Soon I won’t even be able to <em>say</em> your name.”<br><br>Maybe that was the point? As he pulled himself away she felt goosebumps rise against her skin. It had less to do with a chill in the room and more to do with the cravings of an addict. But the departure was worth it, and the way the man stripped out of his clothing had her blue eyes dark with lust and need. And, when he finally pulled down his briefs to expose the monster beneath. She paused in slight disbelief.<br><br>Her cheeks flushed. The whisper of uncertainty tickled her mind. Then, excited determination made the quiet girl lick her lips and nibble at the lower until Raynor grabbed her legs and pulled her close. The position made her feel more exposed than ever but instead of bashfully pulling away or averting her eyes, Bambi was filled with an overwhelming sense of need. <br><br>She did the only rational thing she could think of. She rocked against him, sinewy and slow, an experimental rhythm she was still learning. But Bambi also reached down to stroke his length with one of her hands, excited further by her daring, by the searing heat of his skin and the display before her. She never imagined this side of him before. Perhaps she needed to pinch herself in order to make sure she was awake?<br><br><em>Give it a few minutes… This is going to be a little more than a pinch.</em><br><br>She was nervous, excited and greedy. Bambi lifted her eyes to meet him, still stroking her hand up and down his cock, still offering up her body as a sacrifice. She could feel her heart hammering. “Yes,” came her throaty reply. “Every inch, all of you.” Her eyes were going to be bigger than her mouth in this case, but something about his blatant display only drove her lust forward, harder. The hand not wrapped around his cock began to slide up her body, teasing over her breast. To ease the ache growing in her, Bambi gave one of her nipples a gentle squeeze. “Raynor, please…” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quick Ben</strong> on <strong>15-04-2019, 00:27:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://yt3.ggpht.com/-ZTG8t8AMpMw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1KcCAJVDh7k/s900-c-k-no-mo-rj-c0xffffff/photo.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nothing<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Ray's Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Claiming what is his, and his alone<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> LVNDVN - Dragon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpHRj2f4RAU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bambi – Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br>By instinct Raynor rocked his hips lightly, meeting Bambi's grasping, and stroking hand with the steady thrust of his cock. He breathed heavily out through his nose, simultaneously releasing a heavy groan of pleasure that had been long agonizing for freedom. The pause, and the blushing appearance of surprise on her face spoke deeply to him at every level of his conscience. Adding the sensation of her lustful touch, and the sight of her hand at play over her own breast was overwhelming. His thick shaft throbbed an answer, a noticeable twitch of appreciation and delight. Raynor held firm at the precipice of their long-awaited union, wrapping his hands at her waist in exhilarated preparation. <br><br>The growling thrill rumbled down his spine, causing him to ache throughout his entirety with absolute need. It must have shown in his eyes, looking back at Bambi as if possessed by a starved beast. If there was anything holding him back, it was barely an over-strained thread on the verge of breaking. Then, she pleaded to him.<br><br><em>Raynor, please...</em><br><br>That thread was ripped, and scattered into the winds. He seized her hand around his cock, and removed it. Raynor took that hand, the other, and pinned them into the bed as he came back down to desirously conquer Bambi's lips with a kiss that spoke with the burning resolve of his yearning intensity. Face to face, eye to eye, his heavy cock against her stomach teasing at what was to come. He waited, purposefully, staring into her blues with a gaze that would sear her soul with an unspoken message. He conquered her. He claimed her. He owned her, here, and now, once, and for all. <br><br>"Good girl." Raynor said, breaking the silence. He released her, and then reclaimed the lands of her hips like a returning king. What followed was the withdrawal of his hips, dragging his cock down across her belly until the heavy crown was properly guided to her waiting pussy.&nbsp; He grabbed his cock, and closed the gap, pressing his engorged head against her flower. But, he did not go in. Not yet. He teased, rolling the thickness of his helmet all over, and around. He wanted her to feel it, to feel the head of the battering ram that was going to open her up, and impale her.<br><br>After a few seconds passed, Raynor had enough of teasing, and enough of waiting. He pushed forward, meeting her obscenely tight, and virginal entrance with the brute force of his experience. It was a struggle, a battle, but a short-lived one, and entirely lopsided in the end. With a fierce, and rumbling groan of triumph, Raynor opened the way to Bambi's core, and stole away her virginity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>15-04-2019, 17:44:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/KnxGP6H.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> The sweat on her brow<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Raynor’s Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> His at last.<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Stand Still -- Sabrina Claudio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw0sjXiU4IE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Who knew that she could be seduced by a kiss when she was already naked, vulnerable and whispering his name? But his lips did that to her; filled her with a craving that reached all the way down to the roots of her soul. It curled her toes, knocked away her senses until everything in her world boiled down to the man before her. Even the nerves melted away and the woman found that her hips were lifting in surrender. He appeared so composed and so patient when she herself felt as if she were starting to go mad, and writhed in her anticipation. But underneath it all she felt that tension rising in him, too, and heard it in his groan and felt it in his hands.<br><br>Good girl. Those words coming from his mouth made her body clench. Bambi felt her breath catch and her heart begin to race as the intensity of his gaze had her spreading her thighs apart for him. What would it take to hear him whisper them again? All she wanted was that sweet reward. Well, and maybe one other thing. “Raynor, <em>please</em>!”<br><br>And then he did as she begged him to. The heat of his hands had been shocking at first, but the heat from his cock was near searing. As he teased and worked his length against her lower lips her breath quickened with desire. She felt confident as she met his eyes, ready for the challenge as he began to make a few adjustments and soon began to discover the real challenge before her. Mentally preparing yourself was never really a means to fully prepare yourself. Trying to stay logical and level headed seemed to waver with growing symptoms of discomfort. It wasn’t easy.<br><br>“Nngh...” She closed her eyes and tried to take a calming breath, but soon her features were furrowing and showing the strain. Her brows pinched, Bambi bit at her lower lip and then clenched her jaw and then immediately that didn’t seem like enough. Instinctively she tried pulling back, but his steady hands kept her in place and kept him pushing forward. Sweat prickled against her skin, soft whimpers began to trickle from her throat, and so much seemed to be happening at once all because of this unstoppable force.<br><br>Well, nearly unstoppable. If she had changed her mind and backed out right this second she didn’t doubt that Raynor would listen. But she didn’t want him to stop, even as tears began to collect on her lashes and threaten to spill out across her cheeks. Bambi couldn’t help it, but she was a little embarrassed about that. For all of her reasoning and level headed thinking she still felt the flutter of panic whispering at the back of her mind and it only increased the deeper he went.<br><br>The pressure was unbelievable. Her nails found his wrists, pressed into his skin but then surrendered to the sheets as she propped herself up on one elbow and swore under her breath. Bambi never swore, but “F-fuck!” seemed quite appropriate. With her legs over the edge of the bed, she had no traction to dig them into the mattress.<br><br>Her hair was starting to fall from her braids.<br><br>And then she felt that pressure in the form of a dull ache even more deeply inside, and finally Raynor was sheathed. Bambi lifted a hand, reaching to curl her fingers at the back of his neck where she wanted nothing more than to draw him down to her and meet her lips. She was still trembling with a mix of strain and discomfort, something that wasn’t going to instantly melt away. But she wanted his lips, and she wanted him to taste the sigh he caused her to make with their first stroke.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quick Ben</strong> on <strong>19-04-2019, 21:08:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://yt3.ggpht.com/-ZTG8t8AMpMw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1KcCAJVDh7k/s900-c-k-no-mo-rj-c0xffffff/photo.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nothing<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Ray's Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> I have you.<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> LVNDVN - Dragon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpHRj2f4RAU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bambi – Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br>Her tightness threatened to steal away his breath, squeezing at him with a fervent tenacity that caused him to ache and tense in pleasure. Now that he had slipped inside, Raynor savored the moment, looking down at Bam and the growing messiness of her originally perfectly-kept hair. She was beautiful to him. She had been shy, reserved, and angelic by any man's standard. But, beneath that surface was a different girl. The girl who went on crazy little adventures with him in the Norwegian woods when they were young. She had a wildness that he felt was being let loose once more. Wild. Free. And, in need of being tamed. <br><br>Raynor leaned downward, accepting her curling hand around his neck, and answered positively to the invitation of her lips. He tasted her exhalation and exhilaration. In his own turn, he returned sigh with sigh, kiss with kiss, and ecstasy with bliss. As he was sheathed, he dared to venture into unexplored depths with his kiss, slipping past her mouth and touching her tongue with his own. That exploration broke off. He briefly pulled himself away so he could look at her, and press his forehead into hers. Raynor could see where her cheeks were wet with the tears of his penetration. Remaining calm, he tried to relax her senses. A soft kiss here, and a tender one there.<br><br>"I have you." He uttered. His muscles tensed, tightening up. A second plunge followed, with his cock surging forward, sinking further into her depth. It was not rough, but a gentle and forceful push, restrained by practice and experience. "I have you." Raynor uttered a second time, but this time his voice was ragged and heavy with rapture. He did not say it for a third time, for this time his lips were back on hers, and his tongue back in her mouth, wrestling with hers in a torrid affair of lust and love released into the world so fully and thoroughly. He had her, and he was not letting go.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>20-04-2019, 04:33:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/KnxGP6H.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> The sweat on her brow<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Raynor’s Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tethering heartstrings.<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Stand Still -- Sabrina Claudio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw0sjXiU4IE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>The reassurance he passed with his kisses helped her push forward. Bambi made slight adjustments to her hips, clutched one thigh up against the hard muscle of his own, and soon settled herself into a better position to contribute. Their rhythm might be starting off as slow and a little irregular, but it was theirs. Pain and discomfort were still present, now minor details that were pushed to the back of her mind and slowly, all of her focus began to narrow down to the only details that mattered. Such as his voice, the weight of his body pressing her down onto his bed. The new sensation of his tongue pushing past her lips to tease against her own. Bambi didn’t get stuck inside of her head during any of this; it was all too natural to follow his lead and abandon all doubt.<br><br>One of her hands began to drift, teasing along the hard muscles of his chest in a way that surprised herself. It was eager to chart out and explore every rippling grove until she became an expert on his terrain. She enjoyed the sensation of feeling them flex and shift as he breathed and possessed her. She enjoyed trailing the pads of her fingers against the ridges, then her nails on these same places just to give him a new sensation. They wandered, stroked, explored and praised everywhere she could reach while the other cupped the side of his face or drifted back for the nape of his neck.<br><br>Bambi’s excitement allowed his cock to glide into her body with a little more ease but she still caught her breath as he was fully sheathed. The adoration and pleasure in her eyes spoke more than any words could, but if Raynor needed further proof that she was comfortable and enjoying herself, he might find it in the eagerness of her kiss.<br><br>She was hungry for him. For the taste of herself on his breath. For that warm tongue to push into her mouth and coax her own into play. When the man pulled his hips back she was eager to be filled again, unable to get enough. Bambi arched her back, pressed her breasts against his skin and soon found herself moving in a sinewy undulation. The pleasure made her clench around his length, releasing a surprised moan to be fed against his lips.<br><br><em>I have you,</em> he said.<br><br><em>You have all of me,</em> her body replied. And every word of it was true. Bambi had no intention of having her evening take such an unlikely turn, but there was no other place she would rather be. Her heart swelled with the moment, enraptured, and the only way she could express it to him was through another kiss and the slit of her eyes as they pressed forehead to forehead. And... maybe one other way. The woman made a low, throaty groan. "You feel so good." She whispered and almost didn't recognize her own voice. In it was a pang of hunger and the desire for more. More kisses, more touching, more of that wonderful rocking of his hips. More of him. All of him. And only him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quick Ben</strong> on <strong>28-04-2019, 23:00:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://yt3.ggpht.com/-ZTG8t8AMpMw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1KcCAJVDh7k/s900-c-k-no-mo-rj-c0xffffff/photo.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nothing<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Ray's Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Make her moan, make her scream.<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> LVNDVN - Dragon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpHRj2f4RAU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bambi – Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br>Raynor devoured her moans as though he needed them like he needed air to breathe. At this point he was insatiable. Every sigh, every moan, every last gyration of her hips and tensing of her lithe body; he craved them. He feasted on them. And now, fully taken, hilted inside of her to the deepest of points, he submerged himself within the blissful clouds of pleasure that engulfed his thoughts. He groaned wildly against her lips, like a feral animal. Then, as his hips rocked, and he seemed lost in the throes of passion, Raynor surfaced above it all when Bambi's words carved a space into his very core. His keen blue eyes seared into Bambi's sharply, and fully alight. He was in control now, absolutely and without question.<br><br>"You feel like heaven." He answered, and seized her lips in a fiery exchange. "You look like it too." His mouth on her neck, teeth grazing firmly along the smooth curves of her flesh. "But that's not going to stop me." Raynor issued out heavily, lifting his hips and driving his length back into her snug depths. The action of the thrust forced out a pleasured growl, low and quiet, but rising in its intensity, as if he was on the verge of breaking loose. Then, he rumbled his intentions to her with sincere, and utter clarity so she would not forget their definition.<br><br>"I'm going to fuck you." He said. "I'm going to ravage you, and I'm not going to stop. You can beg. You can plead, but I won't hear you. I'm going to fuck you until you can't breathe." After that, Raynor went ominously quiet. No more words. That time had come to an end. Again, his hips rose with an agonizing, and prolonged tease, stretching her out on his withdrawal. But, he did not pull out entirely, only to the utmost point where his cock remained just barely inside. <br><br>Raynor savagely slammed himself home, his enormous thickness spearing Bambi's tight pussy to its apex. From there, the piston-like motion of his thrusting continued without ceasing. His pace quickened, deeper, harder, and faster. His hands found purchase beneath her arms, on either side of her breasts, seizing her and holding her down firmly. With each thrust Raynor was not just trying fuck her, but to fuck her right through the bed in the process of stamping his name on her cunt. <br><br>He wanted her to feel it, to remember it, to never forget it, to recall the memory one day and forever feel the haunting ecstasy of his cock tearing away her virginity for good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2019, 18:57:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/KnxGP6H.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Toe points, and eyes rolling into the back of her head.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Raynor’s Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tough love; ravaged by his demon.<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Stand Still -- Sabrina Claudio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw0sjXiU4IE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Raynor had never spoken to her this way before. Even when they were children and thought teaching curse words in their native language was daring, he had always been cordial and polite. Suave, even, especially this evening when they were finally reunited. But to say she didn’t see some undertone of danger lurking in the shadows of his smile would have been an outright lie. Here it was, staring back at her only inches away and rather than scaring her off or causing any alarm, Bambi felt her limbs curling around him, locking her body tight in his grasp. She met his eyes, held them, surrendered all of her control and let him see the nervous excitement building in her bones.<br><br>Just for him. He was the only person she wants to hear those words from, and she knew he would live up to them. They were past sink or swim, already she was drowning in his lust and the only reason she was able to keep her head above the surface and not drown was that Raynor was keeping her afloat. Their history ran too deep for her to question him now and he had woken something inside her she didn’t realize was even there.<br><br>The giant of a man was shifting, withdrawing, making her coo as she looked down the length of herself in order to watch him pull his hips back. She felt every inch, witnessed it with a face that mirrored disbelief until he was nearly all the way free of her core.<br><br>She was going to say something. Her mouth parted, sound vibrated in her throat and then it all came rushing out as a shriek when his tip came slamming against her cervix, attempting to knock the air from her lungs from the inside. Bambi curled into him, locked her knees at his hips, wrapped her arms around his thick torso and heard herself grunting with every thrust that followed. She was biting into his shoulder, clawing at his skin, whispering his name over and over as if he might rescue her, while never forgetting that it was <em>him</em> ravaging her petite frame. The pain was there, certainly, and with it came a scrunched face and whimpers as the man forced her into position and kept her still. The grip of his hands was near bruising, and by the end of the evening, she was certain there would be plenty of those painted on her ivory skin. But with the pain and violence of his need, there was pleasure and desperation. She was eager to give him anything he would ask of her. She was excited to take another thrust and then another, his hips working like a piston that never tired or strayed from the rhythm he intended. Heaven. Bliss. At this moment she understood that Raynor knew exactly what she needed even when she herself missed the obvious.<br><br>And then… it was all overwhelming. Her nails were biting deeper, whimpers turning into sobs of growing disbelief while an orgasm began to swell for the second time that evening. She had been under the impression that the first one had been powerful; this was a sea monster that was rising from the inky deep, with a power she wasn’t ready for. Even knowing <em>what</em> it was her body was treating it as a threat. The woman began to squirm, testing against his strength, repeated his name over and over as the monster got closer and closer to the surface. But still she was locked into place, his hips kept drilling into her and he did exactly as he said he would; he didn’t seem to hear her and he didn’t stop.<br><br>She forgot how to speak English. Soon her pleas began to melt into a fluid stream of French, its dulcet tones amplifying her desperation. Coated in a sheen of sweat and with tears tangling in her lashes, ruining the carefully applied eye makeup, the orgasm finally struck. She shrieked into the bite she had clamped onto his shoulder, felt her muscles grow taut as her body flexed and turned rigid. Long seconds stretched out, feeling like an eternity as her kegels went vice-like around his cock, threatening to slow his advances. Bambi couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, pleasure pulsed and flowed through her until spots began to dance in her vision and nearly swallowed it whole.<br><br>And it was only then that she was able to pull oxygen back in, each breath felt with a burning stab as her muscles trembled and quaked. The woman was pushed over the edge, and now her body was pulsing and riding the waves, and all of that overwhelming pain and uncertainty was drunk off of lust and worshipped him. She rocked, moaned, staring up at him with eyes that wouldn’t focus and were glazed with euphoric bliss. He did this to her; turned the respectable, polite woman who wouldn’t harm a fly into a trembling, makeup streak of a mess that began to fill the room with sounds that would make a whore jealous.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quick Ben</strong> on <strong>04-05-2019, 04:12:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://yt3.ggpht.com/-ZTG8t8AMpMw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1KcCAJVDh7k/s900-c-k-no-mo-rj-c0xffffff/photo.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nothing<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Ray's Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Bringing her to the highs of the sky.<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> LVNDVN - Dragon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpHRj2f4RAU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bambi – Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br>He did not yield, did not stop, and had absolutely zero plans on doing either of those things at all. Raynor intended for Bambi to ride out the tremendous highs and twists of the roller coaster without being interrupted, and he even planned to amplify those feelings by continuing his ravenous thrusts with every last inch of devilishness in his heart. The truth was he was intoxicated on her scent, and her touch, so enflamed by her moans, and the endless streams of her ecstatically exhaled French that Raynor wanted to submerge himself within that haze of pleasure for as long as he could. Forever, if forever was possible.<br><br>Her teeth on his flesh, biting. Raynor growled savagely in response, bringing his mouth to her neck to return the favor down her skin, and over the curve toward her shoulder. The pinch of her bite only made him fuck her harder. His eyes were smoldering, and darkened beneath an intensity of lust and love that he accepted, surrendering himself to his other side and letting that other side, the berserker side, take care of the rest. His hands scaled the expanse of her back, resting at the top, and then slowly he dragged his fingers down, nails scratching in a single warpath parallel with her spine, going and going until he locked his arms beneath her thighs, and his hands on her ass.<br><br>"Hold on tight." Raynor groaned.<br><br>Suddenly Bam would find herself lifted in the air, the only thing keeping her from falling to the floor unceremoniously was the strength of Raynor that effortlessly carried her as he stood. He made her look tiny within his arms. Bent and folded to his will. She was still speared by his cock, comfortably so, but the safety and security of that moment of silence was soon and ruthlessly ended. Raynor lifted, peaking her at the tip of his cock. Then, he let gravity do the rest. He dropped her, allowing her to free-fall onto the spire of his shaft, hammering her cervix again.<br><br>After that he began in earnest, lifting, and fucking. Again, and again. Sweat droplets formed at his brow, and they dripped down the chiseled lines of his face, wandering past the focus of his blues so pointedly aimed upon Bam. She was at his mercy. Like a toy so easily handled by his power, Raynor could break her and destroy her at his leisure. He liked having her here, on the precipice, on her heels, bending and bending to whatever he planned to do next. <br><br>He dared to smirk at her at that moment, as if to let her know that she was at his mercy. And as quickly as it came, that smirk passed on, and the frequency of his fucking intensified as if in anticipation to any statement of hesitation she might have. <br><br>She was his, and he was going to have her in whatever way he wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-05-2019, 02:47:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/KnxGP6H.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Bite marks and scratches<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Raynor’s Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Slight tummy bulge and complete submission.<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Stand Still -- Sabrina Claudio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw0sjXiU4IE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>The change of orientation sent her head spinning, yet Raynor’s strong arms kept her from slipping to the ground and hurting herself. She was still clenching and pulsing around his cock, still trying to catch her breath and collect her wits. It seemed the large man was content to keep her at the disadvantage and began moving them again. Without the padding of the mattress to take some of the force from his thrusts, Bambi was left to endure every painful inch shoved inside of her. It didn’t matter that her face was furrowed with strain, or that her whimpers were increasing, pitching in her throat and bellowed out against his chest. She was his to use, his to control and the woman would have it no other way.<br><br>She liked the way Raynor was able to make her feel vulnerable and dainty in his grasp, and still somehow safe and cherished. The pleasure with this man came with bruises and impressions left in her skin, a sin she had never imagined to be so delightful. Had she not needed the air to breathe Bambi would have kissed him deeply to let him know just how much she craved his touch. Even if she was certain she was going to struggle walking come morning.<br><br>Her legs were trembling. Not from muscle strain but from pleasure. The lean muscles flexed as she gripped his hips between her thighs, gasping every time he filled her, nails biting into the backs of his shoulders until crescent moons broke through his skin. At first, she thought that she might have been riding the wave of a third orgasm, but she couldn’t be entirely sure she had finished the ride of the second. Squirming was impulsive, natural, as was the string of words that were pressed into his skin, begging him with a sweet, lilting need. The need for him to continue, to ravage her, to give her a moment to breathe and whatever it was he wished to hear. His movements intensified and with is, so did her dilemma.<br><br>Was it pleasure or pain? Was it too much or just right? Her mind and body were at war, taking the beating as she bounced against his prick and tried to keep up with his demands. Just sitting in his arms like a rag doll didn’t feel right, so Bambi was gyrating her hips and moving in rhythm to -she hoped- heighten his pleasure. Muscles burned, her abdominals flexed and impossibly, it felt as if he were working himself deeper, filling her more than just minutes ago.<br><br>One of her hands drifted to press against her belly, indicating the deep ache she felt him assaulting from inside. The gesture only heightened her pleasure, causing her to clench tightly once again around his cock and she leaned back slightly to better watch him disappear inside of her. Those whorish moans returned, the sight was thrilling and depraved and beautiful at the same time.<br><br>“Nngh! Hng!” Those were supposed to be affectionate words, something sweet, a little naughty and endearing. Instead, all she could do was let him know that he made her feel so good. And, she hoped, she was able to make him feel the same way.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quick Ben</strong> on <strong>08-05-2019, 02:38:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://yt3.ggpht.com/-ZTG8t8AMpMw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1KcCAJVDh7k/s900-c-k-no-mo-rj-c0xffffff/photo.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nothing<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Ray's Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Filling her up.<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> LVNDVN - Dragon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpHRj2f4RAU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bambi – Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br>The surprise of Bambi taking initiative and gyrating herself against his cock electrified Raynor's senses. He seized pleasure by fucking her, and now that pleasure was doubled by her own motions. There was something unspeakably sexy about the lascivious rotation of her hips, and the curve of her smooth stomach gyrating against his waist. She was driving him mad with the red flame of lust. "Fuuuuck!" He groaned out to the ceiling, to the sky, to her, to God, to whoever. It was a one-word love letter, screaming out exactly what Bambi was making him feel in that moment. Soon enough, Raynor could speak no more words. Like Bam, he was reduced to grunts, sighs, moans, and groans. <br><br>With his breath running short, and the rising tide of his ecstasy reaching its apex, Raynor's efforts became more frantic. He buried himself deeper on every plunge. The clapping of her ass against his waist echoed against his walls, over and over again. And, that sound of sex became faster, louder, and more desperate with every passing second. Raynor craved her to remain in his arms, but he also needed release, and he hungered to bury his seed deep inside of Bambi as a singular act of taking her and claiming her for himself. Here and now, the Nord was at the height of his pleasure, reaching a climax as explosive as a maestro's finest symphony.<br><br>He was wordless when it happened. Raynor's cock throbbed, spasming with the unstoppable stream of bliss. That bliss branched out from the heat of his crotch, stretching out everywhere until Raynor was forced to sheathe his dick to the fullest it could go inside of Bambi. He held her there in his&nbsp; arms, locking her up so she could not retreat. <br><br>Raynor belted a long and drawn out note to the air, and then muffled it into her neck, all at the same time as his white hot cum erupted, and shot out in a continuous firing succession, blanching the girl's insides with the white nectar of his balls. He utterly filled her with his arousal until there was nothing left, panting, and taking heavy breaths. Raynor took her down with him to the ground, atop the white furs laying by the crackling hearth where they could find rest and composure together.<br><br>His gaze caught hers, quietly and without comment. He only wanted to hold her, and to look at her, and to savor their moment for as long as it could last. This was perfection, and this was bliss. This was home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-05-2019, 03:10:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AeHoDNC.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Bite marks and scratches<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Raynor’s Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> You have all of me<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Stand Still -- Sabrina Claudio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw0sjXiU4IE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>The aches and pains were more than worth it for the sounds expressed through Raynor’s mouth. War cries of lust, the sweetest music she has ever heard. His bellow called to her soul and filled her with a sense of completion never before experienced, knowing that <em>she</em> helped to make him feel this way. Bambi held on tight, watched the lines transform on his handsome face and became the vessel for his lust. The pain didn’t matter, her exhaustion was immaterial. All she wanted was for him to find his release and ride the same euphoria rippling through her body.<br><br>And he didn’t disappoint. With a surprised gasp and a slightly delayed yelp, Bambi found herself in the clinch. With her legs already knotted around his waist, Raynor made a cage with his arms and kept her forcibly still and locked against him. There wasn't even enough room to roll her hips back to ease the pressure against her cervix. It was in this way Bambi could feel every spasm and warm spray he thrust inside of her, a new sensation that had her eyes widening with a mix of realization, wonder and greed. He had been her very first kiss, her first experience with lust, but nothing seemed to brand his name inside of her quite like the white-hot wash coating her womb.<br><br>She clutched at Raynor as the pair moved down to the furs, still whimpering and grunting against the pressure building inside of her. Not until they were settled did she seem capable of moving, and it was only to drape her long limbs across his strong torso, eager to bask in his warmth and prolong this moment as long as possible. Her heart was full. Words would have failed to express what they were sharing but a kiss was adequate.<br><br>Bambi curled her fingers at the back of his neck, leaned down to align their lips and kissed him as if she had a secret to share. Raynor had her gratitude and wonder, amazed that he not only took such good care of her but set aflame her senses. Their lust and passion had been the most intense experience of her life and Bambi couldn’t ignore that. She would never forget it, either, just as she had never forgotten a single moment they had shared together in the past.<br><br>Through her kiss she exposed the vulnerable warmth of her heart and teased the pads of her fingertips against his temple and cheek. She didn’t have the words to express what she was feeling, but the woman was grateful in knowing that now wasn’t a time that required them. They could lay here in the warmth of the fire, joined at the hips and in each other’s arms and that was enough.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-05-2019, 23:16:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjdYHyu.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Mackenzie “Mack” O’Hare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674148#msg14674148)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth, Gryffindor<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Beech / 12” / Horned Serpent Horn (https://i.imgur.com/xVVNflt.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This right hurr (https://i.imgur.com/KBN0flw.jpg) with these bitch-shoes (https://i.imgur.com/IOCSl4A.jpg). Also also: this necklace (https://i.imgur.com/2Sj41ap.jpg) from Aleks.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse -- Alcove<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> With the teeth<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aleks || Closed<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Mackenzie heard herself groan into his kiss, but it took a little while to register since she was so distracted by the heat of his mouth. She was probably more experienced with lust than what was considered proper -especially for being a woman her age- but no one in all of her experiences had ever kissed her with such intensity. It didn’t feel like routine, it didn’t feel like a formality. There was hunger and need and these things fanned the fire already building between them.<br><br>So she had groaned, enjoying the grip of his strong hand at the back of her neck, the warmth of his body and sensation of grinding her hips down against his. When had she ever wanted someone as much as she wanted him, right now? Mack had every intention of behaving herself, making sure she wasn’t giving the wrong impression or worse, treating this like any other encounter. In her head, she whispered to slow down and take a breath. Instead, she felt her hands reached forward and curl against the backs of his shoulders.<br><br>Her mouth left his, exploring next the stubble across his chin until they found her favorite hollow at his throat. Here she bit against his skin, a sharp pinch that suggested Mackenzie was anything but meek with her affection. Or maybe she was keen on the idea of leaving a ‘hands off’ love letter written on his neck, signed by her teeth? Either way, she didn’t linger too long and was sliding past his grip so that her knees found the floor.<br><br><em>This is the complete opposite of what you were trying to do!</em> Her tongue teased against his navel, both hands brushing up against his abs before they moved south for the hem of his trousers. There was a shift with the fabric, popping open the top button before the zipper was caught in her teeth. <em>Ah, screw it… just be you.</em><br><br>Mackenzie turned her dark brown eyes upward, watching his expression just as she dragged that metal piece down. Slowly. Teasingly. If just a kiss could make him growl with desire, what else might she learn? Or, better yet, what else might she get from him? She wouldn’t be satisfied until his eyes were glazed and his voice was hoarse from calling out her name.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>15-05-2019, 15:07:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.rachellsmith.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/Tom_Hopper_TheRakeMagazine_03-600x771@2x.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Aleks Kozlov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666185#msg14666185)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Durmstrang 5th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inches - Ebony - Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As Pictured<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse, private room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Oh my…..yes please<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mack<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br>This kiss was so much deeper, so much purposeful than before, that even as he was lost in the heady desire of it, Aleks knew exactly where this encounter, where this evening with Mack was heading, and he could not have been any more invested.&nbsp; &nbsp; The feeling of her bosy atop his, her lithe curves so undeniably feminine brought something out of him, some desire to have her that was orders of magnitude more powerful than anything he had felt before.<br><br>As she shifted atop him, every flash of her skin against his bare chest feeling like a burning brand, Aleks leaned fully into their kiss, until to find her lips suddenly gone.&nbsp; Gasping in a mixture of surprise, desire and a need for oxygen, the sound soon became another growl at the feel of the redheads teeth at his throat.&nbsp; “O Bozhe” He murmured in Russian as she nipped at him, his hand tightening on her ass is pure bliss, until he found even that slipping away as Mack fell to her knees between his legs.<br><br>As her hand on his belt, Aleks felt he could not know how much more he could take!&nbsp; Already Mack had visible shudders of need passing through him, and his face was flushed by the boiling over sexual tension.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Mack…” He whispered, the sound becoming a hiss as her teeth found his zipper, the bulge rising almost obscenely from his pants doing it's best to help her along.&nbsp; Reaching down, Aleks brushed away an errant strand of her hair, his blue eyes filled with a lust to match her own.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Don’t......don’t stop now…”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Private]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quick Ben</strong> on <strong>16-05-2019, 01:14:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://yt3.ggpht.com/-ZTG8t8AMpMw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1KcCAJVDh7k/s900-c-k-no-mo-rj-c0xffffff/photo.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nothing<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Ray's Dorm Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Cause for Celebration<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> LVNDVN - Dragon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpHRj2f4RAU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bambi – Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br>Time passed slowly, or so it felt. Intertwined with Bambi, in body and spirit, the minutes were a blissfully long stretch of touches and kisses. Her warmth against his own, her gentle curves to his rigid muscle. It was beyond pleasant. Raynor would conjure a word to describe it in his imagination if his mental capacity was not so focused on every sensation that she so thoroughly provided. This was a gift of some sort, for what else could it be. Divine intervention, perhaps. Fate? He believed it with all his soul. He was meant to be here, and so was she. They were meant to cross paths, and then those paths were to entangle. Raynor often liked to control his life as best he could, but on this matter he welcomed destiny.<br><br>"I don't know about you," Raynor broke their silence, a hand caressing through her hair and down her cheek, "but I'm feeling thirsty." He did not leave to retrieve a drink, however. Fortunately for him, his wand had fallen during their actions not too far from where they were lying. With it in his hand, he cast a spell that opened up the corner storage cupboard. As the doors opened, two glasses and a bottle of wine came floating on out. <br><br>Raynor wasn't much of a wine drinker. Yes, he had what could be considered cultured tastes in literature and music, but when it came to wines he was a simple savage. When he acquired this bottle, he had no concept that it was an excellent, positively top tier French cabernet. There were certainly a few wine snobs out there who might slap him across the face for so carelessly brandishing the bottle as though it were a casual act.<br><br>Regardless of the thoughts of the highly opinionated, Raynor poured a glass for her, and one for himself. "Cheers to fate." He said. "For bringing you back to me."
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