Healsluts! - IC
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				Title: <strong>Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>14-05-2018, 13:06:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Location Info</strong></div><hr><div class="floatleft"> (https://img00.deviantart.net/523c/i/2012/022/7/a/the_charm_maker__s_cottage___3d_by_drewbrand-d4na5lm.jpg)</div> Sara christened her cottage Manshealed Park - the name of course a play on Jane Austen’s ‘Mansfield Park’. Its immediate environs appear secluded, but it’s a short jaunt from the nearest high-traffic player hub town. It lies by a stream and at a three way trail junction. Gardens lay behind the cottage, and a stream goes up a little bit to a waterfall pool.<br><br>The first floor has a main room with fireplace and couches and staircase. On the left going in, are the dining room, kitchen, and pantries. The dining room has a large music box with interchangeable metal discs or different songs. On the right going in, are bedrooms, a small study and library, and a hall which curves around to a back door. Two of the bedrooms have a connecting massive walk in closet. At the back of main room is door to a tiny ‘chapel’ or priestess prayer shrine. <br><br>The cottage’s second floor has other bedrooms and a few small balconies. One of the bedrooms has a telescope, and just happens to overlook the back garden waterfall pond, which just happens to be popular with subathers and skinnydippers. A below-ground level to the cottage, which is popular with dwarven and halfling guests, has accordingly sized bedrooms, as well as general storage rooms, and a natural thermal spring 'jacuzzi'.<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/D0fa12d82eca190c97ebd1d23f5ea370.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Argosh Crorn<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dorn, Artorius, Seretti, Sara, Akonoh.<br><br><hr><br>The fight with Chygess had gone well, the entire party making it through the raid without any major mishaps. I'm fact Crorn was one of the few party members who needed resurrecting after he stepped in to plug a gap made by an Akonoh stepping out of place. He and the rest of the party followed Sara up the road to Manshealed Park, which was certainly one of the nicest player owned spots on the server. <br><br>A blue glowing aura met them on the path, a barrier to the player owned property that Sara had to invite the party inside of. It was a valuable feature for B2H post-raid parties, keeping the event discrete and away from public players. There was always some interest when B2H groups walked through town, given the known sexual nature of the group.<br><br>Crorn walked along the street jovially chatting with Dorn, the party's primary tank for the Chygess raid. He and Dorn had been on plenty of raids before, both long standing members of the B2H guild. He slapped his friend on the back, grinning at he clank of his hand against Dorn's heavy plate armour. "Jeeze, those amour resists still impress me every time we go out on a raid together. I thought Chygess was at least a two man job, but you hardly broke a sweat."<br><br>Dorn shared the orcs impressive physical characteristics, the pair both towering over the more normally proportioned healers who were walking down the path with them, the group all following Sara's lead to the house.<br><br>"And what about you!" Crorn shouted as Artorius skipped past him. The massive orc grabbed the healer up by the waist and effortlessly lifted up his tiny frame, throwing the skinny figure up on his shoulder with great enthusiasm. <br><br>"Good timing on that resurrection, I could have been a gonner." He grinned up at Artorius, putting him back down on the ground. "I'll have to give you some payback at the party later." He winked, giving Artorius a slap on his rear. <br><br>The party arrived at the beautiful manor house, an impressive sight for anyone who was visiting for the first time. Lighting the fire in the main dining hall was as easy as casting a low level utility spell all characters picked up for camping out in the wild. Crorn knew from his previous visits that the pantry contained a few caskets of in-game wine and beer. It tasted exquisite, certainly worked to get the juices flowing, and left one without a headache the next day. Another great benefit of VR life.<br><br>Corn put his arms around Sara and Seretti, both long time guild-members. "Some of the new members have got a long way to go." He said in hushed tones, the three clearly plotting something in the corner of the hall. "Maybe you two can teach them a lesson about paying some closer attention".<br><br>He looked over his shoulder at the pantry. "The worst healsluts of the night can be the serving girls, I'll let you two pick". He grinned at them both, knowing Sara enjoyed bringing the new girls up to speed. "Usual uniform restrictions apply", by which he of course meant bare skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>15-05-2018, 04:17:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/93c9/i/2005/168/0/0/white_mage_under_the_robe_v__3_by_hoihoisan.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Sara <br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Crorn, Lexa, all healers<br><br><hr><br>Sara leaned in to Crorn when she felt the heavy arm about her, and she nodded in assent to his statement, her manner sagely yet also deferential. “Aye, chieftain. The raid was far from without gaffes. I feel I shall have much to go over with the other healers. Quite a handful...one that may require an active hand, and a large one at that,” she let her own fingertips brush over the wide span of the hand of Crorn’s that was upon her. <br><br>To the group at large she announced in a theatrical but still feminine voice, as the front door of Manshealed Park was thrown upon, “Welcome, my lords and ladies, to Manshealed Park!” She intoned the line as a riff on Merry from the <em>Lord of the Rings</em> cinematic adaptations announcing, ‘Welcome my lords to Isengard!’ <br><br>The front room was already set up for the receiving of guests, with libations, fruit and other foodstuffs, and a tune playing from an oversized music box. The room was large, and yet furnished in a way that gave it a cozy intimate feel, with a lot of earth tones, bookshelves, and soft brown leather furniture such as divans and couches and deep seats. To the left, an open doorway went to a dining room, and to the right, a hallway to other rooms. <br><br>Sara plucked up a goblet of amber-colored wine for herself, but had an otherwise businesslike manner as she swiftly crossed the large front room and swung open a door at the back. Beyond was chamber like a small chapel, with pews for sitting, prayer pillows for kneeling upon, and at the table a nude marble statue of the game’s lore’s goddess of love, beauty, fertility and healing.<br><br>Sara wore a hooded white robe with red triangles along the lining, in the style of an old school Final Fantasy white mage. The front fell open as she turned and stood akimbo, revealing glimpses of lacy translucent-white lingerie underneath. About her throat and decolletage were a string of spherical rosy-golden rosary beads, loot from the very raid just now.<br><br>Sara had her arms crossed upon her ample breasts in a manner almost like a schoolteacher. “Ohhh heeeealers,” her voice was singsong, but just a touch cross, even ominous. “Our party was a bit healer-heavy, but, perhaps that proved all to the good...as I believe I have observed that you, on the whole, were not quite as optimized in your builds or coordinated in your tactics as you might have been. And there is <em>always</em> room for improvement, from <em>anyone</em>. The most important part of your build is in fact your own player knowledge. ‘The best teacher is failure’, as they say. I have found there is nothing more valuable to your learning curve than a careful self-examination, and mutual cross-examination, of how the run went, while your performance is fresh in our minds.”<br><br>She took a lip smacking sip of her amber wine and continued, “Just like post-physical-workout is the best time for nutritious, now is the best time for review of your performance. Now, come, each of you to kneel upon the prayer-pillows, for each of you to take confession. Speak aloud to us, and to the goddess, of how you feel you did on this raid, especially moments or tactics where you feel your fell short. Then, we shall go over what sort of remedies or training or other measures are called for...we shall lay you bare in all respects as healers..to mold you like clay into the very best healers you can be.”<br><br>“...and be open and honest in your confessions, for the rest of us, and myself and the damage dealers and tanks you heal and serve, we saw your performance ourselves, and are now listening to and watching over you. If one of us should come before you where you kneel and take confession, take it for a divine cue that there was perhaps some particular aspect or moment of your performance on this raid in which you might have better served and heeded that party member. You might wish to think upon that, make such confessions accordingly, or beg for advice and tutelage. Or, if after you take confession it occurs to you that there was some particular party member you might have let down or should have better served, then perhaps you ought after your confession pour a drink to serve them, and thence heed any advice they have to dictate to you.”<br><br>Her eyes had drifted amongst the other healers as she spoke, but settled intently for the last while of her speech on Lexa. Sara had a most keen look upon her face, as if she was thinking certain things about Lexa in particular as she spoke. Her hand not holding the wine goblet made a gesture, almost unconsciously, towards the other healer...a gesture somewhere between a come-hither beckoning, an offering of a helping hand, and a tug upon an invisible leash.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>15-05-2018, 05:14:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BDQBYb0.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Dorn Harms<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pape Crorn<br><br><hr>Dorn grinned at Crorn as the orc clapped him on the back. The warrior's obsessive dedication had paid off here. "Worked out pretty well." Dorn agreed, taking the compliment with subdued humility. "Jealous of that damage you were dealing. Some of those crits . . ." Dorn said, breaking off to give a low whistle. Then he fell silent as the senior member of the guild turned his attention to other members of the guild. Dorn's blue eyes - glowing with their own luminescence - flitted and watched Artorious be hefted up onto Crorn's shoulders. There was a flash of jealousy that Dorn was unable to suppress. It was completely unwarranted. There was nothing to do about it, though. It was as true now as when the sage Willie D had told the warrior-poet Ice Cube to let a hoe be a hoe. <br><br><em>'I am yours, alone, forever. Not like that slattern. That little whore.'</em><br><br>The warrior's huge hand strayed, without thinking, to the guard of his favourite sword. There was a reason that she was his favourite, a reason that he kept her when there were other swords that were DPS meta darlings, why he had put aside other blades in her favour.<br><br><em>'Forget those other swords! They cannot serve you, not like I can!'</em><br><br>The left corner of Dorn's mouth turned up. 'No. I need those memories, to appreciate you as you deserve, so that I do not take you for granted, beloved.' He thought, and the thougt was met with a low, sensual purr of flattered pleasure. Even with his fingers clad in leather, mail, and plate, Dorn knew intimately how the matte black metal felt. <br><br>He made his way into the manor with all of the others, and made his way to one of the deep seats. Dorn removed his sword from his back and leaned it against one arm of the chair and sat down, his huge, heavy form sinking into the thick cushioning. One arm curled around the matte black blade, as possessive and affectionate as any man could put an arm around a lover. His other arm was propped on the other arm, hand cupping his cheek as he glanced over the refreshments already laid out. He closed his eyes as the healers were ushered off for 'confession,' and he accessed a menu to change from his armour into a black monk's habit. His sword flickered away along with it. Immediately Dorn felt her absence; he felt physically weaker for her absence, although technically shifting into this non-combat attire did not unequip anything and did not affect his statistics. An effect of the curse that all of the Black Blades shared.<br><br>He let out a low groan. It remained to wait for the confession element to be finished; Dorn supposed he could simply overrule Sara and grab a healer but why ruin her fun?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>15-05-2018, 16:12:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SSS5X8z.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Akonoh <br><strong>Location:</strong> Cottage <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artorius, Sara, everyone in general<br><br><hr><br>While the other players had marched back to the cottage with the familiar feeling of pride at a job well done, the relative noob Akonoh was absolutely giddy with excitement, "wow that was amazing! I had never seen anything like that before. I can't believe they actually made something that big. I mean I've seen my daughter fighting stuff like that on her video games before, but seeing it up close instead of just on a screen....no wonder people get so addicted to these things..." Akonoh cooed, having never gone on a raid before now, and thus never having encountered the kind of massive raid bosses like Chygess that populated the end-game of big MMOs like this. The sheer amount of special content and development that had gone into a raid versus the regular low level stuff she was used to doing had left her baffled and amazed the entire way through, obviously not knowing that these parts of the game where were the devs sunk most of their money and development time. As such the matronly cat girl almost spent more time gawking at art assets and cool set pieces than actually fighting. <br><br>Her lack of attentiveness hadn't gone unrewarded however, the older woman somehow managing to slip by with one of the best drops from the entire raid, Akonoh chuckling as she flicked her new starlight rapier on (https://i.imgur.com/qdPXPqw.jpg) and off (https://i.imgur.com/3KRqapB.png) repeatedly, marveling at the animation of the mana blade coming to life, "heheh...so pretty..." she mused, so caught up in how cool the pseudo-light saber was that she hadn't even bothered to check its stats yet...<br><br>As they arrived at the cottage Akonoh let out a small yawn, prompted by her real life body's fatigue, "Hwaaah...still, that was kinda long wasn't it? I mean I understand it's big and strong and what not, but do they really have to give it that much health? I wonder if I'll be able to find the time to do something like that again..." she mused, also unaccustomed to raids being big, multi-hour long affairs. She had gotten lucky tonight because her husband called and let her know he'd be at work late tonight working on a new case, but even with her increased free time lately this was kinda pushing it, it'd be hard to work stuff like this into her schedule. Her tiredness was quickly forgotten, however, upon seeing the incredibly luxurious, yet oddly cozy manor Sara had led them to, "oh wow, so this is like, your house? You actually own it and everything?" she asked, going around poking her head through every door she could find, marveling at how beautiful it all was. She also felt a small pang of jealous, dang this girl was a better house decorator in a video game than she was in real life!<br><br>Hearing the call for healers Akonoh dutifully skipped her way into the cool looking church-room...place...though as the red headed mage started droning on and on the beastkin found her head tilting and her ears twitching quizzically, not really getting what she was talking about at all. Glancing over at Artorius, the cute little knight who <em>apparently</em> was actually a boy, how that was possible she had no idea since he was way too cute, she would lean in and whisper in his ear, "Ummm, what does she mean 'failure'? I thought we won...?" she asked, not really seeing how they could talk about being unsuccessful when they <em>were</em> successful. Still, she could understand the instructions of "come to the front and tell us how things went" easily enough, so with a pep in her step Akonoh made her way to the front and casually plopped down on the little cushion, "Well, I think today was super fun and went really well!" she expressed with the kind of earnest smile that made it clear that, for better or worse, she was being completely genuine in her optimistic assessment of their performance, "I've never done a raid before, or worked as part of a guild before either, and while I was pretty nervous going in I have to say it was really exciting getting to play alongside everyone in such a big group. Seeing you guys fight that giant dragon was really amazing, and I even got to beat up one of the little dragons myself, though I kinda felt bad since it was just a little baby...awwww, poor thing..." she cooed, clapping her hands over her cheeks as she fretted over the mob enemy's cruel fate, "It wasn't easy of course, and I can tell everyone was working really hard, you should all be proud of yourselves for that, you're all super good! I'm glad Sara let me know about this place so I could join such a cool group...Oh and I got this cool sword out of it!" she cooed, holding up her starlight rapier and rapidly flicking the blade on and off like it was a flashlight, "It's really pretty huh? So I'd say today was a huge success" she explained proudly, placing her hands on her hips and giving a confident nod, seeming to completely miss the point of the "confession". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>16-05-2018, 06:57:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f0/ad/8a/f0ad8af17de87645b110a3368c1fdbf3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Artorius Glimmerstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sara's Cottage<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everybody!<br><br><hr><br>In all honesty, as much as Arthur - sorry, Artorius; he still sometimes thought of himself as "Arthur" when in the confines of the game, which was dangerous if he ever let slip that his screen name was actually perilously close to his real name; don't give out personal information, etc etc - enjoyed actually <em>playing</em> the game, at the end of the day the combat was largely the same as any other MMORPG. Yeah, you were in the thick of it and it was exciting and action packed and really got your adrenaline going, but when it came down to it, it was all about numbers. His Numbers were higher than the Monsters Numbers, so he won. The monster dropped an item that made his Numbers higher, so he equipped it and went on to kill monsters with Higher Numbers to get better Number Boosting Items. It was the same gameplay loop as any other MMO or RPG, really, and what set it apart - the Virtual Experience - was inevitably going to be copied out the wazoo in the not so distant future. It was a fun gameplay loop and one that he genuinely enjoyed, but he would be lying if he said that it was the reason he played this game so damn much; his current account showed a whopping 200 hours on this character, and it wasn't for the Raids or Questing.<br><br>Frankly, it was because he got to be <em>himself</em> in the game. And not over anonymous chatlogs or those little side forums that sprung up alongside any online game that had any kind of footfall at all. He got to plug himself in for a few hours every night, wire himself into a body that he'd specifically designed to match how he <em>wished</em> he looked...and play out the fantasy of being precisely who he wanted to be. A popular, outgoing, feminine-looking young man with no problem being open and honest about how submissive he really was, surrounded by people who just loved taking advantage of his desires and cravings. That, at the end of the day, was what he wanted. To be honest with himself and others about who he was...but alas, outside of this Guild...the real world was not so kind to people like him. At least, not in his immediate area. Besides, it was easier to be yourself when you were anonymous, using another face, than when what you did in the real world had real consequences. If things went bad here, he could always just Log Off, and they'd never be able to find him. He'd miss the game and he'd miss his friends and he'd miss being able to be himself, but he could always make a new account or character. In the real world...you didn't get the option to duck out and start again. Most of the time, anyway.<br><br>But that wasn't really a concern right now; his Guild was welcoming and understanding - and indulging; God, were they indulging! - and seemed to completely accept who he was and what he wanted. In fact, he knew that a fair few of the Doms in his group actively appreciated what he wanted, and delighted in giving it to him. Repeatedly. Honestly, he didn't even really want the Loot from the Raid Bosses; it was just something fun to do with his Guild, a way of playing together and bonding, and it was part of the game; they did a Raid, and if he did well, he got rewarded, and if he didn't...he got punished. That was the whole point of being a HealSlut, and it was a part of it that he embraced wholeheartedly. He could go to any numerous amounts of chatrooms to just be fucked. But this...this was what he craved. Roleplay, Bonding and Domination. It helped, of course, that his real body felt every aching shock of pleasure that he received; he'd had to take precautions when playing that he didn't...make a mess, as it were. They were easy to make, of course, but it had been an unhappy surprise when he'd unplugged the first time to find that he had a decent amount of cleanup to do. <br><br>But now was not the time for that! They'd successfully destroyed the Raid, and now he was being carried on Crorn's back to the cottage they used for their Post-Raid Rewards And Punishments, and he knew for a fact that he was going to be rewarded; he'd not only killed a Drake that had slipped through the net of DPS and Tanks, but he'd also managed to Rez one of their better hitters before he respawned and had kept more than a few people on their feet. He'd done a fantastic job, and even Prince - his gorgeous black Pegasus, who was in the middle of trotting alongside the group - had pulled his weight, basically acting as a mobile platform for one of their archers. If he was lucky, they'd let him reward Prince as well, but...that was getting ahead of himself. He gave a grin and a giggle as he squirmed atop Crorn's shoulder, clenching and wriggling his ass at the sharp slap that resounded off of it. <strong>"Thank you, Daddy...I do my best..."</strong> He whispered softly in Crorn's ear, low enough for the newbies to not overhear; he wouldn't want to scare them off, after all! But of course, Crorn wasn't paying attention. He had other people to focus on, and he wasn't about to ruin his good behavior by acting selfish and possessive. Not yet, anyway; he could be bratty when he wanted to be, but he didn't want his Reward to turn into Punishment!<br><br>As soon as they reached the Cottage, Artorius knew the drill. He slipped down from Crorn's shoulder and scampered inside, skidding to a halt and dropping to his knees in front of Sara, his long pink hair falling over his back and pooling on the ground behind his shapely ass and curvacious, feminine thighs. He planted his hands on the ground before her in supplication, resting just before the prayer pillow. This was always the hardest part, of course, especially when he thought that he'd had a good run; she <em>always</em> expected something with which he could improve, or he would be branded as arrogant and prideful and subject to greater punishment. She didn't want to hear him boasting about how awesome he'd been. She wanted him to think of what he could improve, and beg forgiveness...which was difficult, in cases such as these when he was certain that he'd done his job as close to perfection as it was possible for a human to achieve. But she didn't care about excuses...she would want something. He just had to figure out something that he <em>could</em> have done better. <strong>"Mistress,"</strong> he said, bowing his head. <strong>"I believe in my heart that I did my duty to the Party in full, and that I acquitted myself especially well in the final Boss Run."</strong> <br><br>He paused for a moment. That was his honest opinion, and she would want nothing else. She could always tell when people were lying to her. But he needed...something to improve. The only thing he could think of was when he was fighting that Drake that broke past the rearguard. Though he'd won, his attention had been split and he'd only just been able to get off that Rez on Crorn...and doubtless, other party members had found themselves a little longer without a heal than they might have been used to because of the combat. Not his fault, perhaps, but...had he fallen back and allowed others to deal with the Drake, or perhaps relied on the Reserve Healers to keep him topped up and ignored the Drake entirely, perhaps he wouldn't have had those small minutes of slower healing. <strong>"There was...one moment, Mistress. A Drake reached the healers, and I engaged, splitting my focus from my duties. Perhaps had I withdrawn and allowed others to deal with it, or ignored it and relied on our auxiliary healers, I could have served those I delayed in healing due to the battle better?"</strong> He didn't like it, of course, having to rephrase his awesome victory over the Drake as a bad thing, but...if he didn't come up with <em>something</em> that he could spin as something to improve on...the punishment for arrogance was certain to be harsher than whatever discipline he received for his "Sin." It left a bitter taste in his mouth, but...disappointing or angering Mistress Sara would leave a significantly harsher one, too. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>17-05-2018, 03:55:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/93c9/i/2005/168/0/0/white_mage_under_the_robe_v__3_by_hoihoisan.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Sara <br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Akonoh, Arorius, Dorn <br><br><hr><br>Sara narrowed her eyes at Akonoh, and smacked a palm against her own hip, in a manner usually reserved for women holding a riding crop and wearing a lot more black leather.<br><br>“My dear,” Sara purred coolly, “Winning the fight is merely just <em>good enough</em>. And I’m sure you want to be much more than just good enough, as do the rest of us. If you never spare a moment for introspection because ‘we won’, well...everyone is ‘winning’ up to the moment they aren’t. And then you’ve wiped! Or forced the warriors to waste their healing and status-cure potions when you might’ve done so with mere MP! Next thing you know you’re getting lamer drops, or missing the secret treasure rooms. To say nothing of the fact that you’re taking longer to win than you might have, and our most precious commodity is time. Tsk, tsk, tsk…”<br><br>“Need I remind you of how you got distracted by those trash mobs on this raid? Leave that for the warriors you can mop them up lickity-split. Our warriors are here to serve up pain and damage and aggro-locking to the enemies...you are simply here to serve <em>them</em>. Why, I ought to just take you over my knee and…in fact I think I just might, and soon, unless one our warriors takes a <em>very</em> firm hand to correct your trunculant attitude himself…” She glanced around thoughtfully at the others moving into the cottage. <br><br><br>Luckily, perhaps, for Akonoh, Sara was more than placated by the far more reasonable, to her mind, manner of Artorius. Sara placed a gentle hand in his pink hair, and sipped from her goblet as she listened, and stood above him with her robe hanging open and her pearlescent-lingerie’d bod hovering above the kneeling lad. And hover she did - her translucent-corseted decolletage jutting from her torso, defying gravity, like soft white moons in the sky above the devoutly praying Artorius.&nbsp; <br><br>“Now this…” Sara smiled sweetly, and her eyes flashed to Anokoh, “<em>This</em> is exactly what you should strive to. Our brave little Artorius did well, and, if you’ll recall and he has so chivalrously confessed, did have a bit of a gaffe not unlike yours, distracted by a foe...But the most important thing, you see, and which he shows us he understands: is to <em>learn</em> from those little mistakes. To become bigger-” she stroked Arty’s cheek, “-better-” she dipped fingers into her own wine goblet, and then traced the tips across Arty’s forehead, leaving a little glistening image of the rune of the same healing goddess who stood in the form of a marble nude behind her in the chapel. She swiped more wine, across Arty’s lips now, and she chanted.<br><br>“The goddess hears your prayers,<br>Her life and love flow upon and through you, <br>The goddess smiles upon her devout players, <br>Who gain experience and wisdom true.”<br><br>Sara again caressed Arty’s fine facial features and hair in a gentle, loving manner. Still she stood over him, so close that her shin brushed between the legs of the kneeling lad, as she fell into a softer sort of prayer, “Feel the goddess inspiring you. She your mistress yet also your personal muse. Feel yourself growing...rising to new heights of purpose, new firmity of resolve. Feel the call of your purpose, to bestow the sacred white light of your healing powers upon those closest to you.”<br><br>As she chanted this, she got a thoughtful look upon her face as she glanced through the chapel door, and over to the imposing Dorn who had made himself at home upon some of the seating of the main room (a fact well to Sara’s liking). <br><br>“Dorn, my lord…” she called, “Darling Artorius here has seen the goddess’s glimmers of wisdom, and realized that perhaps he ought to’ve let warriors...such as, perhaps yourself it seems to me...deal with such predicaments as drawing that one dragon’s aggro away from the other healers, rather than take such burdens upon himself. I am glad you have made yourself at home here, for you are always very welcome...but you do look like you could use a drink. Artorius my dear, perhaps you might see to any need of libations our lord Dorn has, or such needs like it. I sense he may have some pearls of wisdom to bestow upon you. Such as about how you could have stuck to your role as healer and thus better served him in doing his.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shenzi</strong> on <strong>18-05-2018, 09:14:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ForBqin.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> NightReign<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dorn; Anyone~ (she's a rude little primadonna but she's funny? &lt;3)<br><br><hr>To say that the raid had gone in the Demoness's favor would be an understatement.<br><br>As it were, she had stayed behind but a few moments longer to apply her new accessory, the Queen's Shiver, in a peculiar fashion. It was not necessarily that it was an uncommon drop for Chygess, rather that Nightsvale Demonkin were coded to receive race-specific drops that were statted differently than the basic drop. There was a casting speed blessing on this particular shard of the dragon queen's frill, manifesting as a gorgeous bindi for other races but set to take up space elsewhere on Reign's body in particular. Once equipped, her new prize settled upon her chest, tucked neatly between an all but nonexistent bosom. It seemed to nestle and fuse into her dark, supple flesh all at once; Even the color scheme was perfect. <em>She was in love with this game</em>. She ran her fingers across it as she sauntered off, not bothering even to jog in her leisure attempt to catch up with the others. She knew where the group was due to be next, and licked her lips as she thought of what drinks she might find laid out about Sara's home. It didn't truly matter to her if anyone noticed her fabulous new accessory, really...<br><br>...though she was hoping that, perhaps, Dorn might see it?<br>Would he think it was nice, too?<br><br>Soft, dark fingers traced the outline of the item in question, ignoring the interest the guild had garnered as they made their way to Manshealed Park. Her tail, long as it was, bounced ever so slightly above the ground, bobbing and swaying with glee as she continued to marvel at the fruit of her labor. This guild was beginning to grow on her, of that she was certain. <br><br>The Queen's Shiver, upon closer inspection of its description, was labeled as a legendary item despite being racially inclined. It was also bound from the time it entered one's inventory, from the looks of it. This meant that it was bound to her from the time it dropped, which, for some odd reason, had prompted what was almost a purr from the small Demoness in question, petting the loot, murmuring to it, and all but kissing it as they made their way into Sara's home. <del>She would SURELY have kissed it if she was that flexible.</del><br><br>You see, the revised Queen's Shiver was confirmed to have dropped for just one other player, the only other Nightsvale Demonkin in the game. The two had all but jumped through hoops to gain access to the event-exclusive race, as while it looked to be a purely aesthetic species, its affinity for <em>dozens upon dozens</em> of passives was the perfect racial-platform for versatile clerics looking to add more variety to their arsenal of utilities. Most had written them off, and thus, the event was never truly appreciated by most of the game's player base until well after the users NightReign and Sacrosanct had been issued the race and the event had closed for good. As per her build, the healer known as NightReign was widely sought out for difficult raids, as if there was something in it for her, cooperation was guaranteed. Much like today, where she'd put her <em>best</em> foot forward and brick-walled behind the tanks so as to knock back the hordes before they could close in on other healers as some looked about in awe and as others took a backseat their better judgment and made it impossible for her to breathe, blink, or miss even a single beat for entirety of the fight. Barrier, buff, debuff, heal, barrier, barrier, stun, barrier, stun, and often, repeat. Yes, Reign was always counting, waiting, <em>always</em> watching...<br><br>And then there was Dorn. Never. Counting. Ever.<br><br>She twitched, recalling her half dozen attempts to buff the man and having been rewarded with horrific timing in return. In the course of her buffs and blessings, he had managed to time his cast far too late and miss out on her damage boosts on more than one occasion. Did they win? Of course they won, Reign would never be on a losing team! Was she upset, though? Absolutely. She huffed, watching Dorn seat himself and exchange his gear aesthetic for something thinner and less metallic. His tanking buddy, the ever winsome Crorn, had very nearly been forced to respawn but had been tagged back in on Artorius' part, which was about as impressed as she'd ever been with the sweet little slut since she'd started playing. She had been jealous of his popularity at first, but had later come to realize it was the easiness and the eagerness to please that had gotten him into such high regard with people. He was an eager little whore, and while Reign could understand the desire to be thrown down and run through, there was no chance that just ANY big strong tank would do. Reign did tend to enjoy playing with her food first, and it was nice to find someone a little more appreciative of what they were touching beforehand. Reign, upon joining B2H, had quickly found out that it was NOT wrong to pick favorites, and she was beginning to feel as though she might have a few favorites of her own.<br>Though, one was a bit of an unbearable scrub, in her opinion.<br><br>Reign was going to give that lazy jackass a piece of her mind-<br><br>There was a dramatic wince. <br><em>Were those confessions she was hearing?</em> The stunning Akonoh tried and failed to understand the exercise, prompting a small grin of brutish endearment on part of Reign. Artorius, absolutely adorable but much too readily available, was next to speak. Mm. She curled her lip and promptly started off in the other direction, proud and not one for sharing to begin with. "Mmmh, I don't <em>make</em> mistakes." she purred to no one in particular, quickly and expertly preparing a mixture of fresh ale and strawberry cordial and nabbing a tart from a tray on the table before she made her way to where Dorn was seated. Blue eyes narrowed against black sclera as she stood at his side, studying him, not at all amused but clearly at war with her own neediness. She-... Wanted his attention. Hmph. <br><br>"Would it kill you to attack things while my buffs are active?" she sighed, deciding to do what she was famous for doing. Reign did as she pleased, and made a display of this now, seating herself in Dorn's lap with a demanding wriggle, her thick bottom first, her tail then draped lazily over the left arm of the chair as she pressed her back to his chest. "I could always just <em>stop</em> buffing you?" she sniffed indignantly, uppity but not managing to come off as very convincing at the moment. As she was... well, herself, she usually did not receive thanks or compliments well, and instead sought out rewards of her own accord. <br><br>She did not need verbal praise or validation. <br><br>Dorn, however recent their having become acquainted might have been, was proving to be rather perceptive, however lazy. He seemed to pick up on this desire to be touched rather early on, for which she was increasingly more grateful. At least his timing was good for <em>something</em>? She didn't much feel like berating other healers, not while Sara was doing her good cop routine. No, Reign would have her fun later, gods' willing. She was content now to follow Akonoh with her eyes, admiring every generous pound of flesh in contrast to her own small but soft frame. <br><br>As she was more or less without breasts and had racial restrictions on equipment and clothing, Reign had opted out of wearing tops to begin with, instead quite proud and beyond comfortable parading around with little to no visible equipment and piercings in everything but her nose and her downstairs. Her tongue had a long bar through its center, and her ears, nipples, bellybutton, and even the base of her tail had studs and rings in them. Her hair was long and was even darker than her dusky complexion, offset with a blue hue to her horns and her tail. This cerulean shade had extended even to her eyes, though none of these things took away from her youthful features in the least. Her bare feet were sweeping back and forth along the bottom of the seat, and the tip of her tail was lashing, not unlike that of a slighted housecat.<br><br>"Maybe YOU should join in the confessions, ya' fat bag of sand." the snort mused next, followed by the light <em>clink</em> of a pierced tongue against the rim of her large cup. Sometimes, talking shit was the best way to show you cared, and this was especially true of someone as <strong>foul</strong> as Reign.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cessali</strong> on <strong>18-05-2018, 18:04:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Seretti<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park, cottage corner, then <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Crorn, Sara, <br><hr><br>In general, Seretti wasn't fond of having bad news to break.&nbsp; In the other world of Real Life, it was her job to drop warnings and veiled imprecations to people who had awful news coming, and then to either ignore them politely or offer what little comfort she could.&nbsp; And that was the people she was there to help!&nbsp; Trying to give an honest criticism to some of the other nurses was like trying to pull teeth using a pair of chainsaws, taped together at a hinge joint: however delicate, sensitive, and tactful your technique and method, the endeavor was doomed to fail and in the process spill all sorts of blood on everyone and anyone nearby.<br><br>Here, though?&nbsp; Now?&nbsp; Now it was all fun and games, and she was free -- sometimes, encouraged -- to be a bit more overtly twitchy and hyperspecific.<br><br>Crorn's suggestion to the two of them, voiced in that conspiratorial corner of the cottage, buoyed her spirits some.&nbsp; Seretti didn't say anything -- she just smiled, wide and relaxed, and nodded to Sara.&nbsp; "I'll let you take lead on that," she said, breezily, and took a position up against the wall, in a comfortable leaning kind of slouch.&nbsp; It was good to take some time to actually properly celebrate their results first, and it just wouldn't do for the healsluts to have to watch the people they looked up to bicker and maybe even fight over things they could do better next time.&nbsp; Arguments like that weren't <em>regular</em> among the doms, per se -- not for a while, anyhow -- but there were a lot of people tremendously invested in their characters and builds and treasured pieces of gear, and people who farmed some content for days, weeks, months even, to get the stuff they needed going for them -just- right...&nbsp; and there would always be the question of if someone had hit the upper ceiling of their potential (personal, build-wise, or other-wise) or if they were just having an off day.<br><br>Such as, she mused with a smirk, the off day that some of the healsluts were going to have if they kept talking back to Sara.&nbsp; And Reign, if she didn't fall in line pretty quickly.&nbsp; Seretti knew Arty's play skills well enough to be sure he was being pretty honest about his failings -- he genuinely wanted to serve, which was great -- but stepping in to talk over Sara would undermine the other woman's authority, so she kept her own mouth quiet for the moment and kept her eyes on the assembled healsluts to monitor the ongoing conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>19-05-2018, 05:08:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BDQBYb0.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Dorn Harms<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sara, Artorius, Reign<br><br><hr><br>"Very well, Sara." Dorn said languidly without opening his eyes as the healer addressed him. "Please, carry on with your duties while I see to Artorius." The male continued, having the vague sense of Sara's location from the sound of her voice. He inhaled slowly through his nostrils and wondered what to say to Artorious. There was nothing that Dorn thought the pink-haired healer had done that was of any fault. Dorn thought that Artorious's performance beyond reproach and there was only ever one thing that Dorn faulted Artorious for. The one thing. The only thing. Dorn felt that possessive twinge again and tried to force it down before it led him to doing something inappropriate. Let Artorious be free. <br><br>When Sara was free and as out of earshot as she would be, Dorn spoke to address Artorious. "I think your performance was without a flaw, Artorious." The big male warrior told the healer.&nbsp; <br><br>One eye cracked open slowly when an unexpected voice addressed Dorn. Slowly, between two fingers, Dorn's eyelids slipped apart and that glowing blue iris searched and sought out Reign. As soon as his eye narrowed and focused upon her, though, she was already, unbidden, settling into Dorn's lap. The big male warrior gave a low warning growl as she did, more at her tone than anything else. He was not really angry with her for her tone or actions, but the perceptiveness that Dorn lacked in other areas helped a little bit here. He liked how her thick, soft bottom settled into his laps and there was some palpable stirrings in response to that jelly being so strategically placed. Dorn's nostrils flared and there was a low rumble in his chest as Reign's back settled into his chest. His laps was only a marginally softer place for his attire change: there were several strong, hard muscles and one rapidly growing more turgid with Reign's presence in proximity to it. <br><br>Dorn gave a soft, low chuckle, and pressed his lips to the top of Reign's head, affectionately kissing her hair. The hand that had served as a rest for his cheek moved to trace from one of her dark-skinned shoulders, and his fingers traced a slow, lazy path down the supple skin of her back. The pads of Dorn's fingers were not especially warm, though the skin was rough and calloused. The big male took his time and delighted in touching Reign's soft body; the path of his fingers ultimately took them to the top of Reign's tail and he lazily stroked where that appendage met her back and the first few inches of it. He teased at the rings and studs that decorated Reign there, taking his time and feeling them out without any hurry.<br><br>"Nothing kills me." Dorn said, his voice low and deep as he murmured into Reign's ear, mouth so very close that his breath was a wafting warmth. His breath smelled faintly of honey. A smooth-shaven pale cheek stroked against Reign's head, ruffling her hair and ear as Dorn nuzzled against Reign. The tip of his nose brushed the pointed tip of her ear. "You love it. Nobody else is going to need you as much as I do. All of the other tanks obsess over every little detail." The male warrior's face maneuvered just right and Dorn's tongue, wet and pale and pink, darted from his lips to lick along the base of her ear lobe up to the point where it languidly swirled around the point a few times. "You will never shine with them like you would with me, Reign. With me, you can be a dark star, doing things the way <strong>you</strong> know are <strong>best</strong> instead of the way some other overbearing tyrant wants you to." Dorn gave an appreciative low hum and moved to kiss Reign's neck, laying tiny little kisses along the black-blue hued skin. His lips were soft and smooth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>19-05-2018, 05:58:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f0/ad/8a/f0ad8af17de87645b110a3368c1fdbf3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Artorius Glimmerstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sara's Cottage<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everybody!<br><br><hr><br>The one thing that could always be said about Sara, of course, was just how <em>into</em> her role she got. All of them "Roleplayed" to a certain degree, escaping from their various droll lives to live out this blissful little fantasy of theirs if only for a couple of hours a night, but Mistress Sara took it to a whole new level. She threw herself into her character wholeheartedly, and though it could get a little upsetting at times - such as right now, when he'd been effectively forced to admit that one of the things he'd been extremely proud of achieving during the fight could have been a mistake, regardless of how he personally saw it (Yes, the injustice of that still stung a little; he'd thought that he'd be praised for keeping the healers safe when that one Tank kinda fucked up a bit, but nope, it was seen as a mistake by their Priestess) - he could never be anything but impressed by her commitment. He said nothing as she dabbed him with water and wine, just wearing that beaming smile as she praised him - unfair or not, he did always love being praised by his Masters and Mistresses - and made a note to himself to reflect on the battle. He still didn't believe that he'd done anything wrong, obviously, but it was what Mistress Sara wanted to hear...so it was what Mistress Sara got to hear.<br><br>Though of course, his "punishment" as it were was a rather pleasant one. He always did enjoy spending time with Dorn - he was a big ol' softy, deep down, but was more than capable of splitting a slut in half if he felt like it (which was most of the time) - though the girl who'd glued herself to his side was another story. He was sure she was nice enough deep down, and he never liked to think the worst of people, but Reign was...difficult, to say the least. She was bratty, for one, which whilst not a problem - there were definitely Doms here who would love to breed that out of her - was definitely an issue when Artorius was involved. He never really did all that well with confrontation, and ever since she'd joined, he could almost <em>feel</em> the dislike pouring off of her whenever she looked at him. He had no idea why she didn't like him, or why she showed such open scorn towards him whenever she felt like she could get away with it, but...he didn't like it at all. He got enough scorn and condescending looks in the real world. He felt like a failure and a liar and a useless sack of shit in the real world, and he came here to escape, not to have more of the same. He had no idea what she saw when she looked at him, but he'd always felt a little...uncomfortable around her, like she was judging him. It was not a nice feeling at all.<br><br>But, he had a job to do! And he knew that if Reign went too far in whatever she directed at him, Dorn would step in on his behalf. Of course, they were already making themselves comfortable - much to Artorius's envy; he wasn't a possessive little slut by any stretch of the imagination, but it did gall him a little that he went through the proper procedures and was a good little boy, and he got second dibs on something that the brat of the group just walked up and took as she pleased without any repercussions; what were the rules there for if you got rewarded for breaking them? - but Artorius already had a job to do. He did allow himself a smile at Dorns confession - at least <em>somebody</em> appreciated what he'd done in the fight! He imagined that many of them agreed with Dorn, but just thought better than to say it within Mistress Sara's hearing - and bobbed into a low bow. <strong>"Thank you, My lord,"</strong> he said softly, <strong>"I aim to please."</strong> He scurried off to one side, retrieving a goblet of Dorns favourite in-game wine, soon approaching his left hand with it in his grasp. He held it out to Dorn, waiting patiently for the warrior to notice him. <strong>"Your wine, My Lord. Is there anything...<em>else</em> that you require of me?"</strong> His eyes flickered towards Reign. She was always occupying Dorns time, it seemed, much to his chagrin, but again, he wasn't possessive; he didn't get jealous. Just...irritated. Here he was, being a good boy, and the brat just up and steals his reward! Life just wasn't fair sometimes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>19-05-2018, 23:16:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/D0fa12d82eca190c97ebd1d23f5ea370.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Argosh Crorn<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sara, Akonoh.<br><br><hr><br>Crorn watched with a smile from the doorway of the shrine as Sara lead the Healsluts in prayer and confession. It was always something delightful to watch Sara administering to her "congregation" after a successful raid. Particularly with the less humble healsluts like Artorius, he enjoyed the little pout on his face as he was reprimanded for the kill he made, which even Crorn had to admit was pretty impressive.<br><br>As Artorius came out from the shrine Crorn reached over and mussed up his hair affectionately, giving him a playful smirk as he walked past. Crorn stepped into the shrine, approaching Akonoh who was still kneeling at the altar. He stood directly in front of her, the massive orc towering over her kneeling form. At eight feet, he was already significantly taller than the apprentice healer. From her kneeling position she could look up at the two thick, muscular legs standing before her, ending at a fur loincloth, the orcs red eyes looking down on her.<br><br>"Sara is right" Crorn confirmed as Sara explained the need for self-critique. "Do you remember in the final boss room, your choice to wander out of position got me killed when I went in to rescue you, and it took Artorius to revive me." He reached down, a thick, rough orcish finger running along Akonoh's elegant neck and pushing her head up to look at him.<br><br>"A few more plays like that and who knows what could have happened to the party, and then you wouldn't have got your pretty sword, would you?"<br><br>He smiled and put his arm around Sara's waist. "Sara, why don't you show Akonoh how an experienced healer like yourself would pay penance for her mistakes and seek the forgiveness of their party members."<br><br>He grinned at Sara playfully, looking to devilishly flip the tables on her. "After all, you haven't given your own confession yet, and I'm sure you have something to say to your gods. Some thoughts on how you might humbly improve."<br><br>He glanced over at Sara, and then at the spare prayer position beside Akonoh in front of him. He reached over behind him and picked up one of the holy relics Sara had collected on her adventures that now sat at the altar, A large, golden grail. "I'm sure when you're done, the two of you could fill this as part of your repentant offering."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shenzi</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 03:46:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ForBqin.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NightReign</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99_v0DuKf1U</div></div> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dorn, Artorius<br><br><hr>As with everything else in her life, Reign had never been told to ask nicely. No was neither foreign nor a deterrent for someone such as herself, no stranger to hard work but in no way obligated to grovel at another's feet. No, there was grace in one's posture, tone, and overall portrayal; It took time to evolve one's very aura, as she had. She could remember a time, several years ago, where she had cowered from her own desires within the safety of her parents' money. There was a veil over her, obscuring the world from view and keeping her dulled to those things she enjoyed now, gaming but silent, intelligent but unnoticed. Somewhere along the road of her life, the veil had lifted, and with it, the shackles and wrappings that kept her bound to herself, allowing her first to roam free -<em>however in the safety of anonymity</em>-, and then to explore a whole new sense of self. It was not that she did not like those who were more humble than she, or that she particularly hated those who could bow and obey... Rather that she saw some of herself in them, and hated being forced to look in the metaphorical mirror. These days?<br><br>Perhaps, in her new life as <em>a queenly masterpiece</em>, Reign's greatest desideratum for partnership might be the propensity to react appropriately to her body language. Her mouth was a weapon, and it did not betray her as her body so often did. This, was where Dorn came in.<br><br>Whatever cheeky yattering might escape her dark lips, there was an obvious gap, so to speak, between what she would admit to verbally, and what her body would confirm in its many instinctual shifts and reactions. As an example... Familiar was the calloused drag of overworked flesh against her own, dark, taut, and unblemished at his fingertips as he rewarded her efforts with his time. They had not known one another for long, but this would not appear to be the case to any onlooker, with a very pleased Demoness leaning into his every motion, unable to repress her own glee as her spine raced with a multitude of euphoric tingles and jolts. Everything behind her was almost needlessly sensitive, this including her back, her tail, her bottom, and her thighs. Her thighs, in particular, had drawn tightly to a close, keeping 'it' back with the force of a prison warden. Of her startlingly few fears, only one was of any true consequence, and it worried her everytime she occupied Dorn's affections. <br><br>Her second set of equipment had taken from her a number of partners in the past, worrying her even now. What if it put him off? Oh, no no, she couldn't have that, she was enjoying the low tones of his voice and the heat of his breath, and then there were his hands again, his words sounding far away despite being right in her ear; There was a sharp inhalation as his fingers met the base of her tail, lazily flirting with the barred studs that ran through the emergence of the appendage as it curled from her rear. There was a pulling motion on her part, as while he was merely toying with her, it was a sweet spot, to be sure. She took up two small but barbaric fistfuls of his habit, one across either thigh as she failed to hold back the intense desire to lean forward for but an instant, facilitating a pulling motion despite his not having to do more than hold the long, naughty protrusion to begin with.<br><br>"Dark star? Sounds pretty good, 'think I'll steal it." she opined in what could only be described as a growl of her own, leaning her head to the side to allow him better access to the soft skin of her neck and shoulder. The scent of honey continued to waft from his mouth, his lips pouring over her like a warm bath. He was right, yes... She <em>did</em> need him, and she did need <em>this</em>. She smirked, triumphant, albeit a smidge dazed and a bit out of breath. It was certainly good... but it wasn't enough. She wanted him to be more urgent about these exchanges, more aggressive, if not only for a moment-<br><br>She was going to test the waters a bit, but was stopped as Artorius' voice sounded off to their side. She did not hide her irritation and kept her fists locked about the cloth over his thighs, making no bones of her displeasure. She fidgeted knowingly, shifting her soft rump atop the swelling <em>muscles</em> surging behind her. She eyed the pink-haired healer with something akin to aggravation and amusement, as while but seconds before she was feeling slighted by the disturbance, she could see from the look on his face that he was <em>hard pressed</em> for a reward of his own. No doubt under the guidance of Sara's religious platitudes, he seemed unsure, likely as a result of her presence and the added pressure of being under Sara's watchful eye. 'Aim to please', indeed! <br><br><em>Poor little <strong>tool</strong></em>. A sharp Cheshire Grin flashed his way, and the tip of her tail rose to collect the wine from his grasp. An issued challenge betwixt sluts? Perhaps... But it would appear a strange one, as it would have freed up Dorn's other hand, with one still preoccupied with her body. Reign loved a good show.<br><br>At the very least, while she did not like to share, she had a flair for theatrics, easily entertained by the mortified looks of others. As her grin became a sneer, she licked her lips as her tail brought the goblet in close and sipped the wine despite having her own cup balanced between her thighs, unafraid. She shot the more obedient healer a prideful but depraved smirk. 'Lord Dorn', was it? How precious.<br><br>"Oh <em>yes</em>, sugar, tell us. What else <em>can</em> we get for you, you poor, <em>tired</em> thing?" the dramatic purr inquired 'nurturingly', its owner reaching for the thickly muscled arm currently attached to her body and bringing his fingers to her lips for a few drawn out licks and a teasing chew each. Added effect? <em>Maybe</em>. Very nearly everything she said was meant to either sink teeth into someone or to jest at someone else's expense, so this one was knowingly suspicious. Was she joking? Was she being catty? Was she flirting with Dorn? Was she trying to jab at Arty by freeing up <em>her</em> dom sparingly while keeping the rest of him to herself?<br><br><em>Who was to say?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 05:42:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BDQBYb0.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Dorn Harms<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artorius, Reign<br><br><hr><br>In time with Reign's sharp inhalations Dorn nipped lightly at the demoness's neck. His teeth touched her skin with just enough force to tantalize and tease, but not enough to really be biting or leave any sort of mark. It was a promise of things to come and a communication of Dorn's perceptiveness in action. Would it make his refusal to count in combat or pay attention to phases all the more galling because it was becoming <em>very</em> clear now that he could, if he felt like it, be bothered to notice things and act according?<br><br>He snarled into Reign's shoulder as she shifted the softness of her backside into him. It was rubbing up against just the right places in just the right way. There was a lot of ardor developing beneath that habit; it was very obvious that Dorn had gone with the same upscale setting on all of his sliders. Maybe even, as Reign's bottom coaxed the warrior on, to a setting that would be too much for the petite demoness. He was enjoying the taste of Reign's skin and the scent of her while he kissed her neck and shoulder. His tongue left a long, warm trail along one slender clavicle and he paused when Artorious had a glass of wine that the demoness unceremoniously snatched up for herself with her tail. Dorn watched, amused, but also knowing that Reign's impish nature needed some curtailing.<br><br>He let her move his arm and chew on his fingers, but he did not let her do it long. Dorn's fingers came free from Reign's mouth and he caressed the little demoness's lips, trailing the pad of thumb and forefinger over them in a slow circle. He took in a deep breath while he stroked Reign's black-blue lips, and then lowered his hand. <br><br>With a speed that was more rarely demonstrated than lightning striking the same place twice, Dorn's huge hand closed around Reign's throat and jerked her sharply upright and back. Each of his fingers and thumb pressed like steel collars into Reign's soft flesh, restricting her intake of breath. At the same time, he did bite her. Dorn's teeth did not break Reign's skin but there would be a mark and she would definitely, fully, feel his teeth on her flesh. <br><br>Dorn exhaled sharply through both nostrils and his mouth released from Reign's shoulder, lifting up and separating his mouth from her. The big male warrior made a deep rumbling sound of dissatisfaction towards Reign, and he used the hand on her throat to turn her face up to his own. Dorn looked at her in the eye with a cold, in control expression. He knew that he was choking her. It was intentional. <br><br><strong>"Be nice."</strong> Dorn said to Reign in a dull growl. He tilted his head to the side just so, and then moved in to kiss Reign while she could not breathe. His lips touched hers and it was no doubt a more chaste kiss than the demoness was likely looking for, but that too was part of Dorn putting her in her place and setting some boundaries while they were in front of the rest of the guild. If it were just the two of them, well, of course Reign would not be acting out the way she was, but Dorn definitely would have let her have far more latitude and put up with much more.<br><br>His grip at her throat slackened, just a little, just enough that she could breathe again. But it would not take much at all for the hand to once more restrict Reign's access to precious oxygen and squeeze the soft flesh of her neck so very tightly. <br><br>The warrior smiled at Reign without showing teeth, but he was quite clearly feeling some affection for her that he could not or would not hide. <br><br>Then his attention turned to Artorious, and his free hand moved to caress the pink-haired healer on the inner thigh. Just above where Art's stockings began and below the hem of his outfit. Dorn remember the adventure they had gone on together to win that outfit. They had been very good times. The nostalgia for when it had been just the two of them showed in a certain softening of his facial features and in his eyes, and Dorn's hand moved upwards. It was not a long trek because his hand was so big and Artorious was a small little boy, and soon Dorn had Artorious's balls in hand and was gently caressing them through the healer's undergarments. The big pad of his thumb stroked over the length of the good little boy's penis, and Dorn cocked his head to one side.<br><br>"Take your outfit off." Dorn ordered Artorious. It was generally more imperious than was normal for him but having Reign's backside practically sandwiching his thick length Dorn was feeling more worked up than was typical, too. The hand that was caressing Artorious's genitals was little less gentle and more urgent to work the healer to full tumescence than Dorn was at this stage of things as well. "Not your underwear or the stockings, but everything else comes off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 06:45:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f0/ad/8a/f0ad8af17de87645b110a3368c1fdbf3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Artorius Glimmerstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sara's Cottage<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everybody!<br><br><hr><br>You know, there was something annoyingly ironic about Reign getting annoyed at somebody elses intrusion. No...no, ironic was the wrong word. It was outright <em>hypocritical</em> of her, daring to be <em>annoyed</em> at somebody else interrupting her fun, when she herself had intruded and disturbed somebody elses attempt to do just that. And if their positions had been reversed, he could pretty much guarantee that Reign would be being far more aggressive and rude about interrupting an getting involved than Artorius was being, and would see absolutely no problem with it whatsoever. She was just that kind of arrogant, haughty woman who thought that she deserved to have everything she wanted without having to work for it, and anybody else who happened to clash with what she thought she deserved was obviously wrong and beneath her. She was ostensibly a sub as well, but it was the way she looked down on him that rubbed him the wrong way. She seemed to think that he was beneath her, that he didn't deserve any respect, that he was just some kind of filthy tool that people used and threw away, who didn't <em>deserve</em> to be around her, and well...he got enough of that in his real life, thank you very much. It hurt out in the real world, but here in virtual space, where he was being who he <em>wanted</em> to be...well, he came here to avoid that feeling. <br><br>Now, there was a bit of nuance there; he didn't mind disgrace and humiliation, obviously, but there was a difference in <em>context.</em> With Dorn or Crorn or one of the other Doms, there was an air of affection about it. They did it because it was their role, and he himself got off on being treated that way by people he trusted and held affection for <em>because</em> he knew that they didn't mean any of it. Because he <em>knew</em> that they actually <em>did</em> respect him, and because they accepted him the way he was. But with Reign, it was...different. She didn't respect him. She didn't care about him. She was saying what she said with <em>malice</em> behind her words. She was taunting him and flaunting her affection with Dorn in front of him not as part of some big game, but as a concerted effort to <em>hurt</em> him because she looked down on him and actively scorned the person he was. That was the difference; she <em>meant</em> what she said, and when he came here to escape that kind of scorn and sneering malice, it was hard to stomach it happening here, where he was supposed to be accepted and safe. Artorius never really held such strong dislike as some people seemed capable of, but for Reign, in that moment, he made an exception. Reign was normally ok if you avoided her, but when she decided to go out of her way to torment and belittle him? He could honestly say that he <em>hated</em> her.<br><br>It wasn't even that he was jealous of her position with Dorn; he wasn't a possessive person by nature, it was just...the <em>intent</em> behind it. Which was why, when he saw Dorn grip her by the throat to shut her bitch mouth up, he felt a soft glow of gratitude. Even if Reign was a completely unrepentant bitch, he knew that he had people around who would support him and curb her from doing anything <em>too</em> nasty or out of line. And apparently, her attempts at rubbing his face in her affection and proximity had not gone unnoticed. He gave her a sweet, passive little smile - over the top in its saccharine nature, just for her - before bobbing his head happily. He watched as Dorn shifted, his hand stretching out towards him, his grip tight and firm on Reigns little throat, keeping her pinned in place despite her apparent opinion that she was free from repercussions. He practically glowed, happy to have been noticed and even happier that Reign was being put in her place, at least a little bit. It wouldn't last - and he knew that she'd take every opportunity she could to snipe at him if she thought she could get away with it - but the moment of vindication was enough for him to pull his gaze away from her and fixate on Dorn's rugged, masculine features. He saw the softening of his expression, and a certain feeling of...soothing calm passed over him. <br><br>No matter how hard Reign tried, she would never get Dorn to forget him, of that he was sure. They'd shared a good deal of private time together, and gone on their fair share of adventures too. Hell, he'd helped Artorius get this very cloak when nobody else would give him or the questline the time of day! They had a bond stronger than just "They like to fuck sometimes," of that he was certain. He shivered as Dorns hand glided up his thigh, the rough, callused pads grinding slowly against his flesh. He gave a little shudder and a quiet mewl of pleasure, his flesh immediately heating up in response to the contact, his cock beginning to swell - both in game and out - as the little pulses of pleasure began to radiate from his core. He barely bit back a quiet groan as he felt the hand move to cup his balls, a spark of excited pleasure spasming through his body. Oh God...just his touch alone was enough to get Artorius revving and ready to go. He gave a soft, demure little smile as - after some initial hesitation - he stepped away from Dorns questing hand just enough to give him space to follow the command. <br><br><strong>"Of course, Master...anything for you."</strong> He murmured softly as he reached up and unclasped his cloak, allowing it to fall to the floor in a pool around his feet, followed soon after by his chest plate and sheath. After a moment, the belt around his skirt loosened and the fabric fell down to the floor too, as well as his boots as he stepped gingerly out of them, pulling his undertunic up and over his head. He shook his long braided hair sharply, as if to straighten it out, then pushed his armour and clothes and weapons to one side, leaving himself in only his stockings and underwear and nothing else, as commanded. He shifted his feet shyly, suddenly aware of Dorns scrutiny upon him. <strong>"Thank you, Master,"</strong> he murmured softly, <strong>"I'm ready for your pleasure, Master. I've missed you since our last time together."</strong> God, how long had it been? The last Raid, at least, so...easily a week. Homework - several essays and a metric fuckton of required reading - had been one hell of a bitch, he'll just put it that way. But now...now he got to be himself, and have fun. If Reign didn't shit all over it, that was, so...fat fucking chance. She didn't know when to keep her mouth shut. Hopefully, Dorn would remind her. Dorn was always reliable like that; it was why he was one of Artorius's favourites. He always knew just how to take care of him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shenzi</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 08:24:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ForBqin.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Reign the Devil</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs7__crSfCc</div></div> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dorn, Artorius<br><br><hr>There was a distinction to be made between submissives like Artorius, who got off on the belly-up obedience play, and submissives like <em>herself</em>. She had worked for everything she had and she'd be damned if she didn't claim her reward after a hard day's work. The 'Yes, Lord', 'No, Mistress' concepts held no weight within her, her focus instead having shifted to amusing herself at Artorius' expense, hence her prior teasing. There was an underlying intention, however; It was not Artorius she was after. It had never been him. Unfortunately for him, most other healers were a means to an end, for if she herself was not interested in flipping them over and taking them for herself, they made for EXCELLENT bait. Reign knew what she wanted and knew, of course, exactly how she might get it. Dorn knew anything she said to him would be considered impish banter and could be written off as he saw fit, but any cruelty on Artorius' behalf would warrant <em>discipline</em>, and she knew Dorn was unafraid to give her that satisfaction. Rather, she knew for a fact he wouldn't be able to help himself, and as she savored the flavors of <em>his</em> skin, she waited, innocent as usual. She was not so different from a common housecat, bored, awaiting the next opportunity to make mischief before giving herself a figurative lick of leisure, of calm, of purity.<br><br><em>'Who, me?'</em><br><br>Reign was no slouch, and Dorn would know as much. Nightsvale Demonkin were best known to be of the two races with the highest evasion and perception stats in the metagame, and she was already seated patiently, awaiting her REAL reward. There was nothing of Dorn's that did not belong to her, and this was not something she needed to prove to anyone or to put on display, more so that she wanted <em>Dorn</em> to know it. His aggression, however rare, was absolutely <em>delightful</em> for an established masochist like Reign, and was very nearly narcotic in design. She lived for this level of dominance, and where she had only a been given a handful of opportunities to exercise it over a meeker healer, she would gladly take it from a few chosen tanks, the strong ones, the confident ones, the ones who weren't afraid to play her game. Amongst those who'd went to war with Reign's caprices and managed to make it out unscathed was Dorn, and of the lot, he was certainly the happiest with the turnout. She could feel a slight shift as he brushed her lips, and saliva welled up in her mouth in anticipation, the brand of fervent sexual anxiety that could soak any other woman's drawers in an instant. She was a bit more perseverant, though, snatched up quickly and jerked back in such a way that she was no longer seated but was pulled toward his shoulder like the naughty bitch that she was, in total bliss in that instant as he held her neck and slid his teeth into her flesh.<br><br>It was almost more than the little devil could bear-!<br><br><strong>A lie</strong>. She was known to be amongst the most enduring healsluts for a reason, she was unafraid of dark, warped fantasies and would gladly humor and engage the right partners. As it were, she had been hauled upright so far that her body, in a feeble effort to slip from his grip, had jerked upright, bringing her to her knees upon his lap instead of her seated position before, her tail writhing in total euphoria as the sting of his teeth remained long after he had removed them. His displeasure was made clear as he pulled her face in to look upon his, growling at her -<em>oh gods, that beautiful snarl</em>-, and uttered only a deep and controlling, <em><strong>"Be nice."</strong></em><br><br>A narrow of the eyes. Tasty~ But <em>no</em>, 'nice' was not her favorite tune.<br><br>It was too much; Two lights flickered now in place of one, and where before she'd sought nothing more than her own pleasure, she now sought to bully even Dorn, the air stripped of her lungs and unable to circulate as he set a kiss upon her with that dark, masculine grin on his face. The removal of oxygen had all but dashed any hope of her having further interaction with Artorius, instead, allowing her to breathe raggedly between his legs like a bitch in heat.<br><br>Oho, <em>wait</em>. That's just what she was now, wasn't she? She no longer had need of Arty's cute little sourpuss, Dorn would handle the little guy and<em> SHE would, in turn, handle Dorn</em>. <br><br>She LOVED parties.<br><br>Something was off about her now, something dark and pleased and beyond repair. Much like Dorn's aggression was rare and situational, Reign's starved brutishness was entirely subjective, and required certain... prerequisites. <strong>Dorn was an excellent supplier.</strong><br><br>She licked her lips, violent in her cravings and about twice as daring now as her tail began to slide about like a serpent, small, night-black hands traveling the length of his arm with the lightest touch before coming to rest on his closed hand, as it threatened to close around her throat again. <em>Oh yes</em>. <br><br>She was breathless but completely taken then, running her metal-bearing tongue across his knuckles a few times with love in her eyes, however black and twisted it was. "Mmm~ Are you gonna <em> MAKE me be nice</em>?" the hissing purr mused, followed by a light, rasping chuckle and what was most likely a deeply strange constricting sensation for the large tank in question. By all means, he could close that fist around her throat for a week if he wanted; Her character wasn't built to hit, NightReign was built to <em>last</em>. On more than one occasion she'd been the last one standing in dungeons where attrition was the name of the game, mostly because of her advanced skillset, but this was also true of her sexual appetites. Few could keep up, and even fewer could withstand what she could. Which was wonderful news, considering she was currently challenging a tank to a standoff by sliding a soft, dark, flesh-covered 'rope' beneath his habit for a REAL match. Her tail was her strongest appendage, easily stronger than the rest of her limbs by many, many times altogether. It would not be deterred from his underthings by being pulled or yanked, and certainly choking her again would tighten its grip.<br><br>She rubbed at him first, gentle, tentative, but not at all shy in her teasing. The difference in temperature had become apparent, then, her tail having been <em>much</em> cooler than the thick organ it had ensnared as the lengthy stretch of living rope began to coil and slide about him. She WANTED him to be rough; With Artorius, and with herself. Surely Artorius would get to enjoy the rawness of it, too? That wasn't a selfish wish, was it? She was sharing, was she not?<br><br>Such was the way of things when Reign was involved, it must be extreme and it must be a game. No matter who <em>won</em>, Reign will have gotten something from it.<br><br>This was always true, whether people liked it or not. It was likely the reason she did so well in Ameria, and why she'd gotten into the guild with such high regard. Suspicious, considering her social standings, no? <br><em>Or maybe it wasn't suspicious at all?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 20:30:06</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SSS5X8z.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Akonoh <br><strong>Location:</strong> Cottage <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sara, <br><br><hr><br>Akonoh's ears twitched and her head perked up when Sara firmly smacked herself to get her attention, "hmmm?" she hummed curiously, head tilting slightly as Sara did her best to drill her winningest mentality into the mature cat woman's head. Unfortunately it was clear that most of what she was saying wasn't quite getting through to the noobish mage, Akonoh not really putting much stock into the game beyond the basest parameters of "having fun", so most of what she said didn't really seem all that important to her. Though while the <em>content</em> of Sara's argument was more or less lost on her, Akonoh seemed quite receptive to her <em>tone</em> all the same. The older woman's face took on a soft blush as she was chewed out. It was kinda weird, being talked to like this, by someone who was probably way younger than her no less. Honoka wasn't a particularly prideful woman, but she had lived long enough and worked hard enough that she normally wouldn't take disrespect from just any random person she met on the street. But Sara was just so <em>passionate</em> about what she was saying, there was something so enthralling about that, and it made her swell with authority all the same. Not to mention the threat of being bent over her knee and spanked, as if <em>she</em> was the child here....She got the feeling she should be getting pissed off, but for some reason she just kinda felt...well, kind of <em>excited</em>...was that weird? <br><br>"Heheheh, well I can't say I fully get it, but I can tell you're pretty serious about it..." Akonoh chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of her head, trying to ignore the tingly making it's way up and down her spine as she gazed up at the woman. She watched as Sara went over to praise Artorious for his own confession, adorning him with some kind of prayer-ritual. For a brief moment Akonoh questioned if she had stumbled upon some weird, internet cult like the news always warned about, though she quickly shook the idea off. This was just, what did they call it? "role playing"? Right? <br><br>However before she could see what the little boy was doing to "serve" his fellow guild mates, Akonoh's vision was suddenly eclipsed by the hulking form of Crorn, one of the guild's more respected members if she recalled correctly, "uh...hello there big guy..." Akonoh cooed, having to lean back and crane her head back just to meet eyes with the towering orc, the height difference making him even more ominous and intimidating than he already was, "you're uh, standing pretty close..." she mused, practically able to feel the heat radiating off of him, his height putting them at a rather awkward position as she sat knelt in front of him. She trembled a bit as he ran his finger under her chin, a gesture no man but her husband had done to her for well over 20 years, causing another shiver to run down her spine, though the fact that it brought up thoughts of her husband meant it was also accompanied by a twisted feeling in her gut as well, 'uh...my bad...?" Akonoh muttered meekly, not sure what else to say to his admonishing words. <br><br>Her ears twitched a bit when the orc suddenly turned his attention over to Sara. It was a strange mixture of relief and disappointment all at once to no longer be the target of the imposing man's ire, and she kept quiet as a mouse as he turned the tables on Sara, expecting her to pay penance as well. When he mentioned filling up the grail Akonoh perked up, seeing an opportunity to make ammends, "Oh, I can do that right now if you'd like" she said, hoping up to her feet, "what would you like sir? Wine? Mead? er...water?" she asked innocently, not even beginning to suspect what he had actually meant by his words, Honoka having never engaged in such degenerate activities before. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 22:27:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BDQBYb0.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Dorn Harms<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artorius, Reign<br><br><hr><br>Artorious's responsiveness was something that Dorn had always enjoyed. That the little boy's tool began to immediately grow turgid and lengthen in response to such slight manipulation was the hallmark of a good healslut. There were some that made a dom work too hard for it and so when things finally got going so much effort had been put into it that the final result could only result in disappointment. Not so with Artorious. Or Reign. Granted, Dorn was less familiar with Reign in these salacious terms but there was not really anything he would change too much about her. And what he wanted to change she was using as a fulcum to get just what she wanted out of him. <br><br>There was a part of Dorn who questioned just who really was the dom and who was the healslut in the developing dynamic between himself and Reign but between Artorious stripping down and that tail sneaking up his habit to tease at his cock there was just too much else to be aware of to really think any thoughts of significant depth. At least, thoughts where the significant depth was not related to fucking the two healsluts. <br><br>"Hmm. I believe that. You probably thought about getting your sweet little boypussy filled up hard every single day." Dorn said in a low growl that was edged with a rare but unmistakable undercurrent of arousal. Normally it took him a lot longer to get to that tone or that sort of things he was saying; if there was one thing that healsluts faulted Dorn on - besides his style of play - it was that he started off with the saccharine and the maudlin, whispering sweet nothings and playing with the healslut rather than just throwing them to the ground and thrusting in like he wanted to drive right through them. Which is not to say that the words were not without fondness or affection, but definitely closer to presaging Artorious being claimed to the hilt than not. As Dorn spoke his hand reached out again to re-capture Artorious and his formed a ring with thumb and forefinger to encircle the little boy's penis, easily encircling it and then some over the cloth of the pink-haired healer's undergarment. Dorn began to stroke up and down on Artorious's length. "I missed you too." Dorn admitted as he gave a particularly sharp tug towards himself, pulling Artorious onto the big warrior's body. <br><br>He continued to stroke Artorious but captured the boy's lips with his own, conquering them with a hard, passionate kiss. Dorn sucked Artorious's lip between his own and nibbled on it but was unable to suppress something that was halfway between a moan and a grown for what Reign's tail was doing to the monster between his legs.<br><br>Dorn's lips broke away from Artorious's and the warrior closed his fingers around Reign's neck again, squeezing harder this time. His head whipped around and his blue eyes locked onto Reign's challenging ones. "I am going to make you a lot of things." The big male said, delivering a raw and growling promise.<br><br>Dorn stood up, one arm curling around Artorious's slender waist to ensure that the pink-haired healer came with. His hand remained strongly clasped around Reign's throat, holding her tightly and with such a strength that it seemed unlikely to Dorn that she could find her way free even if she wanted to. It seemed very much like she had him right where she wanted and was right where she wanted to be. Once he was on his feet Dorn transferred Artorious so that the petite healer femme was over one of his huge shoulders. Dorn's hand immediately went to mauling Artorious's bubble butt, squeezing and working over the soft, supple flesh with a big, strong hand like he owned it. Several times he worked his hands between Artorious's legs and teased the healer's sac, stroking it through the frilly fabric of the girly underwear that he remained in at Dorn's bidding. <br><br>With his hand on her throat and her tail around his achingly erect penis being the only things that were keeping Reign from the tender embrace of gravity and the welcoming - though purely figurative - arms of the floor, Dorn looked at the tiny, brutish demonette and gave her an arch half-smile that had the corner of his left lip quirk up. Dorn hefted her up onto his other shoulder, releasing her throat. The warrior caught her and steadied her, arranging Reign just where he wanted her before he delivered a hard smack to the dark skin of her backside. It was not some weak little slap or a gentle tap of congratulations, either. It was a full-on spank that made a sound loud enough for everyone in Sara's house and Prince outside to hear it. And with Dorn's hand as big as it was, all of Reign's full, round, soft butt got that hand. Dorn smacked that ass again, without mercy, setting the delicious jelly to jiggling under the force he delivered. It was probably going to leave a mark. <br><br>Dorn was tired of the opportunities that the chair offered and was making his way into one of the first floor bedrooms. Neither of the healsluts over his shoulders proved to be any burden, and his strong arms kept them in place where he wanted them. Nothing either of them - especially Reign, with her tail granting her a large advantage in manipulative capability - slowed him down or turned him from his chosen path. One big foot pushed open a door to one of the bedrooms and Dorn advanced to the bed, tossing both healsluts down on it and letting the mattress cushion their fall. <br><br>The warrior unfastened the basic knotted rope that cinched his habit at his waist and then pulled the long garment off, throwing it over a chair in the room with an absent toss. A brief push set his anachronistic boxer shorts to pool around his ankles and he stepped out of them and brushed them aside with as much care. His body was an expanse of smooth, white muscle. Dorn had elected for a completely manscaped look without any hair beyond what was on his head. The milky flesh was unblemished by scars and one might think he had never seen combat before because his skin was so free of the scars and telltale signs of injury that told the history of violence that combat classes were known for. Heavy armor and a monomania for survivability was responsible.<br><br>There was something that contrasted with the shark-belly white of his skin, and that was the black-blue of Reign's tail curled around the huge jutting pillar of flesh that was Dorn's penis. It was a monstrously thick appendage with a length in the double figures. The girth of it was such that Reign's tail was the only single appendage between the two healsluts that could encircle it; even with both of diminutive hands either healer would be hard-pressed to encircle the warrior's length. The tip was a pale pink, and the flared crown had the foreskin nestled around it. There was also a glossy coating of arousal coating the pink tip and slowly edging down along the underside of the shaft, forced out by what the two little sluts had done to the warrior.<br><br>Dorn's strong hands went to Reign's tail and forcibly uncurled it from around him. Strong as her tail was Dorn's hands were stronger. Dorn kept one hand full of Reign's tail to curtail further mischief on her part, the pad of his thumb teasing over the surface of the arrow-point tip of her length like it was the tip of a more definitely masculine organ. Dorn smirked at her, before his other hand pushed Artorious onto his back. Dorn bent his knees and gathered up Artorious's ankles in one big hand and used that grip to fold up the healslut, pushing those ankles over Artorious's ears and leaving the boy's very feminine ass vulnerable.<br><br>"Do not try anything." Dorn warned Reign with a dangerous snarl. The tone had that rough edge and quality that was Reign's opiate. <br><br>Dorn let her tail go - for the moment - and his now free hand went underneath Artorious's upturned hips and found the waistband of the boy's girly underwear. Dorn hooked a finger in and pulled up enough to bare the pink-haired healer's ass but to leave his genitals covered. The warrior gave a low, rumbling noise at the sight of Artorious's tight pink hole nestled between those tempting ass-cheeks. It was so perfect and tight that anyone who did not know better could say it was cherry. <br><br>The hand left Artorious's underwear and moved to the base of Dorn's length to angle it just right so that Dorn's big head was pressing against Artorious's entrance. It would be too late for the healslut to revise whether he was ready for Dorn's pleasure. Typically Dorn would have spent a lot more time playing and prepping the boy but these were not normal circumstances. Dorn gave a grunt and pushed, powering into Artorious and overcoming the petite nature and tightness of the hole the boy had with pure, powerful lust and ardor. The warrior grunted again, forcing the boy's body to accept what he was making it take, sinking first one inch then another into a hole that seemed like it never should take something so vastly wide. This was definitely about Dorn using Artorious for his pleasure. Dorn hoped it was not lost on Artorious that he was picked first for this. <br><br>Once he was in enough that Artorious's little body held him in, Dorn's hand left his length and found one of Reign's horns. Dorn gripped it, and stroked it up and down a few times before using it to pull the demonette close, mashing her up against his bared front. She was not quite lined up where he wanted so with a low snarl his hand left her horn and swooped down her back - it was not a slow exploration but it was definitely a good, rough rub - and came to lower parts of her. The top of her tail fitted into the gap between Dorn's middle and ring finger, and his hand cupped Reign's backside and served as a grip to lift her up.<br><br>Dorn brought Reign up high enough that he could kiss her, and he did. His smashed his lips into hers, hard. His lips parted against hers and Dorn bit Reign's plump lower lip with enough force to break the skin. It shocked him, a little, how rough he was being as he tasted the petite's demonette's blood but it did not stop him from shoving his big tongue into her mouth and tasting her pierced tongue. Dorn grunted into her mouth while his tongue fought against hers, making pleasured sounds as he worked to force every last inch of length into Artorious below. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 22:49:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/93c9/i/2005/168/0/0/white_mage_under_the_robe_v__3_by_hoihoisan.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Sara <br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park - chapel room <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Crorn, Akonoh<br><br><hr><br>Sara blushed. Rosy-cheeked, she clasped her hands and bowed her head before Crorn, which made him tower over her all the more. “Our lord is...quite right, is always, I must admit,” she said, tilting her bowed head to address Akonoh, “I am remiss in not yet taking confession myself, and...perhaps leading by example is how I might best teach you of its importance, and show you the goddess’s loving light.”<br><br>“And,” she put hand on Akonoh’s shoulder - which, as she spoke, began to slide and drift a little bit until it was somewhere between ‘clasping a shoulder’ and ‘groping a breast’ - and added, “And the grail is...well, we have better things to do with it than water or mead. I believe our lord has more divine sorts of libations in mind, and we must do our best to fill the grail as we fulfill our holy purpose...”<br><br>She took the indicated grail, and held it in both her palms, with her fingers fanning out to either side. She fell to her knees upon the prayer pillow, and let her body sway about, the grail swaying above her head in raised arms. Her eyes went half lidded, and she chanted in the manner of one drugged on religious fervor. And-or, drugged on plain ol’ drugs.<br><br>“Ohhh, hear me goddess,” she bobbed and bowed her head repeatedly as she spoke, although given where Crorn stood, she seemed to be bowing and praying to and addressing him as much as the statue at the back of the chapel, “Give your vessel the wisdom and strength to show other healers the true path to serving their warriors well. Forgive this one for sliding back in her own duties as healed and buffer, and for her spam of Holy spells in this raid. This one knows ‘tis not her true place to play the part of battle-sorceress hurling magic damage at the snouts of dragons. This one’s true place is to heal, and to buff, and to protect and strength brave warriors, and to serve them well. Show this one a sign as to how she might do penance!”<br><br>Her eyes closed now, Sara lowered the golden grail down over her own face and body. Her lips slid upon and kissed it on the way by. She shuddered as the metal rim brushed over her white round breasts, causing nipples to perk up and harden in the passing. She shuddered at the sensation, and bit her lip, and moaned a bit under her breath. She lowered the grail yet further, down a flat belly clad, as were her breasts, in translucent corset-like white lingerie. Then the metal lip of the grail caressed her inner thighs, and the feminine delta between. Sara threw back her head, red hair tossing about. She moaned, “Show this one a sign…”<br><br>She bent forward, one hand still upon the grail yet angled now to cup against her own loins, the fingers moving and working a bit. The other hand she threw up, and waved it in the air in the manner of one in religious rapture. Or some kind of rapture. The hand flew forward, and hooked on the front of the belt of Crorn. Sara’s mouth began to water, and as her hand drifted a bit lower on Crorn, she abruptly cried out in erotic exultation. <br><br>Her mouth was not the only thing to water. She was apparently anointing the golden bowl of the grail with a torrential measure of her own sweet-scented nectars of feminine ecstasy. Her whole body quivered, inner thighs tight around the sides of the grain bowl, and she moaned out with zero indication of any sort of shyness or shame. Also, as it happened, the stone chapel had rather interesting acoustics programmed in, allowing her voice to echo and bounce around and carry rather well throughout the first floor of her cottage. <br><br>Sara popped up to her feet. “I have seen the light!” Her eyes flew open, and the hand that had been on Crorn, in a rather particular manner, now flew up to her own face. She slid the hand over her own chin and mouth, in the manner of one savoring a feast, and she shuddered again in arousal. <br><br>She spun about - her eyes now blazing lucid and focused, no longer dreamy and meditative like during her prayer the moment before. She focused her gaze on Akonoh, and smiled at her, her face warming and glowing with affection and arousal. She placed a hand in the back of the other girl’s hair - and lifted the grail toward Akonoh’s lips. Sara spoke, her voice musical and chanting, her eyes ablaze with fervor and lust, “Drink, my daughter, drink of the goddess’s wisdom, and you will understand how you too will come to fill the grail with wisdom of your own.”<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn3-www.mandatory.com/assets/uploads/2016/09/Screen-Shot-2016-09-26-at-12.42.09-PM.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Samantha<br><strong>Location:</strong> Samantha's "studio"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> her viewing public<br><hr><br>The boudoir was heavy on rich shades of velvety red, especially the satin sheets of the bed, but the room was overstuffed with not-necessarily-seductive kitsch as well. The clutter was heavy on 80's-and 90's-referencing posters and knickknacks: a Conan the Barbarian poster with the cheesecake clinging to the beefcake’s leg in classic Boris Vallejo fashion, several Madonna- and Britney-Spears-inspired outfits visible through an ajar closet door, and action figures of Slave Leia and She-Ra engaged in some sort of...well maybe it was just a wrestling match. <br><br>Samanthe Brae reclined against satin red pillows and her headboard. She was wearing a VR visor, haptic gloves….and...not much else. Just sparkling golden star nipple stickers, and a pair of white panties so wet they were practically translucent now. The garment appeared to be some sort of ‘smart panties’, with an RFID chip that had a little green ‘on’ light lit up, and some sort of video game controller like ‘rumble back’ functionality. And they were currently rumbling. <br><br>A camera on a tripod faced the bed. It, too, had a little light indicating it was on and rolling. Samantha’s setup right now meant that viewers couldn’t actually see or hear what Samantha herself was experiencing in-game, a confession she usually made for the privacy of other players (with some <em>extremely</em> noteable exceptions she'd arranged with certain members of her in-game 'friends list' in the past, especially those who were fellow camgirls...events that usually brought record viewer counts). But then again, that’s not really what her viewers were here to see, they were more interested in the player than the game.<br><br>Samantha arched her back, golden star covered nipples jutting towards her ceiling (which, incidentally, also had a bunch of glow in the dark star stickers). Samantha was moaning, “...and to serve them well. Show this one a sign as to how she might do penance!”<br><br>A haptic-glove hand clapped over her snapper, joining the rumble-panties in augmenting her virtual experience with some very personalized haptic feedback. Samantha’s back arched higher (as did her live viewer count), and she moaned out in orgasm, and flushed her panties so thoroughly it was a wonder she didn’t short circuit the electronics.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>21-05-2018, 01:26:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Ej0ekeB.jpg?1)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Akonoh <br><strong>Location:</strong> Cottage <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sara, Crorn, causing a scene for everyone<br><br><hr><br>Akonoh froze in place as she felt Sara's hand firmly grip her shoulder, the dangerous appendage quickly getting bold in it's travels as it slid across the beast-kin's body, "better things?...er..like, a potion or something?" she asked, clearly confused. If this was some kind of reference to something she was clearly not getting it. The cat-woman blinked in utter bafflement as Sara began doing her...whatever the hell she was doing. Talk about over the top. Akonoh shot a questioning glance up at Crorn, as if to wordlessly ask if this kind of thing was normal or not, and she was starting to think that maybe this really was a cult! <br><br>It only got weirder from there, Akonoh watched in a mixture of disturbed confusion and transfixed awe as Sara...traced a cup across her body...yet was reacting as if she were hooked up to some high tech sex machine. The more into it Sara got the more weirded out and confused Akonoh was, though it also got harder and harder to look away. Her face was cherry pie red by the time she started to fill the grail with her 'libations'...wait, was she really <em>squirting</em> into the cup!? No, that couldn't be it, she was barely even touching herself, there was no way someone could just...like...squirt on command or something! So wait...did that mean she was <em>peeing</em> in the cup!?<br><br>Akonoh felt like she had been browsing the internet and somehow clicked a wrong link into a whole different section she wasn't supposed to be in, so jarring was the transition to playful dungeon running to...to whatever <em>this</em> was exactly. However while until now she had been a spectator, Sara seemed to see to it that Akonoh got quite intimately involved, "eh? you want me to drink <em>what</em>!?" she murmured, though was quickly cut off as she felt the grail pressed to her lips. However before she could even get a taste of the 'goddesses's wisdom', Akonoh's fight or flight response triggered, the girl letting out a sharp cry as she slapped the grail right out of Sara's hands full strength, "Nyaaah!" she shouted, the grail flying across the room, clattering to the floor with a dull rattle. <br><br>"U-Uummm...uh, I'm sorry if this is breaking character or something, but I'm not going to drink your pee. especially not out of a cup!" Akonoh murmured, still believing that the contents of the grail had been piss, though it wasn't clear if it would have actually made a difference if she had known otherwise, "I'm not gonna lie, drinking other people's fluids...it's kind of extreme for my tastes, I know this is supposed to be a lewd guild, but I can't help but feel we're skipping a few steps here" Akonoh added, glancing between Sara and Crorn uncertainly. Not only had Honoka never done any kind of adult roleplaying type-stuff in this game, she had certainly never done anything this intense fetish-wise. So trying to start the inexperienced woman out with "drinking girl cum out of a cup", probably wasn't the best way to try and ease her into things, it was a bit hardcore for the plain jane house wife. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>21-05-2018, 05:03:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f0/ad/8a/f0ad8af17de87645b110a3368c1fdbf3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Artorius Glimmerstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sara's Cottage<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dorn &amp; Reign!<br><br><hr><br>Of course, Artorius knew full well what was going to happen; whilst he could occasionally play the slow game, the gentle build up of tension and passion, that was not exactly Dorn's favourite way to play. He was a bit more...delightfully brutish than that, more likely to simply take what he wanted, when he wanted, like a proper barbarian and make no apologies along the way. And whilst Artorius did enjoy the foreplay and the slow escalation of intensity that came from some of the other Doms in the Guild, he couldn't deny that just being thrown down and taken savagely was a rush all its own. To be thrown down and taken by a savage, powerful male, to be completely at the mercy of somebody elses pleasure, to be held down and <em>bred</em> like a bitch in heat, being split in half with no apparent care about your own pleasure...it gave him the shivers just thinking about it, honestly, which was part of the reason he went to Dorn in the first place. Maybe not that specific time - he'd been ordered to Dorn, after all - but in general, when he wanted a nice, hard claiming, a brutal taking of pleasure by a powerful savage of a man...he went to Dorn. Or maybe Crorn, but Crorn was a bit more of a foreplayer, in general. Which was good in its own way, of course; but there were different ways of doing it, for different moods. And now...he was in a Dorn Mood. <br><br>He moaned hotly as he felt his lips being claimed by Dorn, his mouth caught between the masculine taste and scent of his Master, the teeth marking him delightfully, and he kissed him back hungrily, aching to wrap himself around Dorns larger form, aching to press himself against him and allow his mouth to be claimed and taken...but alas, it was not to be. Dorn pulled away after a moment, much to Artorius's dismay, but that dismay did not last overly long. He gave a soft, delight squeal of delight as he found himself heaved up and thrown over Dorns shoulder, wiggling a little to get into a more comfortable position as he was practically spun about atop the towering mountain; he was not a tall person, either in real life or in the game - in real life, he was almost aggressively average in every way including height, standing at maybe 5'6 on a good day, but in the game, he'd deliberately made himself tiny at a paltry 5'2 in heels - and being as high up as Dorns shoulder was...well, it did give him a little bit of vertigo, considering that he was the best part of seven feet up, a full two feet taller than he was used to. Everything looked <em>tiny</em> from up there, and it did serve to give him a brief dizzy spell before he got his bearings...just in time to feel Dorns hand closing around his ass, the large, meaty, callused palm easily fitting a full bubble-butt cheek into its firm embrace. <br><br>He shivered and let out a quiet, plaintive moan at the contact, not only the feeling of his hand on his ass sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through his spine, his back arching under the touch, and the fact that he was just so...<em>tiny</em> in comparison to the larger male. It sent delightful shudders down his spine. After that, everything kind of moved in a blur. There was movement, a door, the distant muffling of the rest of the guild speaking, and then...quiet. They stopped moving, and he felt the shift in position and the movement of hands, and then he was falling through the air, down onto the plush, soft bed. He gasped softly as he hit the mattress, but before he had a chance to properly adjust himself, he found his ankles pinned together by the strong, powerful hand of Dorn, which proceeded to push Artorius's legs up and around his ears. He gasped and groaned softly at the sudden strain placed on his spine and stomach, undeniably feeling a little uncomfortable...but it was the best kind of discomfort, the slight tinglings of pain that only served to stoke the fires of his arousal. Outside of the game, he was nowhere near this flexible. Inside the game? Well...he was. He stared up at Dorn, the large male filling his entire vision, looming over him powerfully and expansively, and felt a fresh thrill of excitement coursing through him, heat blooming in his stomach and spreading across the rest of his body. He swallowed weakly as he writhed helplessly in Dorns grasp. He opened his mouth to say something...but was cut off sharply as he felt Dorns thick, throbbing cock pressed against his ass. He gasped softly. Yes...yes, this boypussy wanted that cock, oh so badly. <strong>"Yes! Yes, Master, give it to me-eeeee~"</strong> He hadn't even needed to ask. He was cut off in his pleading by the pressure of the cock on his ass, then the pop as the head burst through his entrance. <br><br>He spasmed in place, moaning out loudly like a bitch in heat as he felt the turgid length beginning to split him apart, the aching strain of being stretched so suddenly spiderwebbing up his spine and out into the rest of his nerves, but it also brought with it an undeniable pleasure as he felt the heat and throbbing ecstasy from being filled up so completely radiating from his ass. He arched his back as best he could, pressing his hips further down Dorns cock, aching to feel it all inside him. He squeezed his ass down, rippling along the length in an effort to please Dorn, to get that moan from his lips, and even though he did feel a bit disappointed that he wasn't getting the taste of Dorns rugged, manly mouth like Reign was...he felt a certain satisfaction that it was <em>him</em> getting impaled first, not Reign. But that was a distant, far off thought; all he could focus on at that moment was the aching bliss, and the feeling of a hot, throbbing cock filling him up and sending pulse after pulse of naughty, dominated pleasure through his body. His moans were formless and without proper wording, but they communicated what he meant well enough; as he felt Dorn sheathe himself inside him fully, he let out a spasming moan as he rotated and urged his hips against his savage lover, rolling his hips and clenching his ass and cheeks down against Dorns shaft. <strong>"M-Master...pleeeeease...take me..."</strong> he whimpered softly. He needed it. He <em>needed</em> Dorn to fuck him. <em>Hard.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shenzi</strong> on <strong>21-05-2018, 18:07:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ForBqin.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Reign the Devil</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs7__crSfCc</div></div> <br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park; Bed &lt;3<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dorn, Artorius<br><br><hr>By comparison, it was clear that she and Artorius had come to Dorn seeking vastly different rewards, the likes of which he was apparently <em>beyond</em> happy to engage at the same time. A knowing sneer graced her features as Dorn fondled the smaller healer's undercarriage, not bothering to avert her own predatory gaze from the sight. He sure was cute, she could give him that much; He was a <em>real treat</em> to see and hear when he wasn't bowing and frolicking about like an intoxicated fairy. There was no shame in admiring tasty things, not even when one such delicacy happened to be the very kind of person she so often strong-armed simply to pass the time. No, it was not that she 'hated' Artorius, and she was certainly not jealous of him <em>now</em>, not after acquainting herself with the foundation of his very personality soon after meeting him. He was not as open to progression as most of the others in the guild might be, he was just here to get plowed. Which, of course, was understandable. Everyone in the guild came with their own set of sexual appetites, though again...<br><br>By comparison, Reign had joined with more than a JUST a good lay in mind. As such, she was absolutely <em>loving</em> this intense, rapidly escalating buildup, grinning from beneath Dorn's strong grip and feeling the beginnings of his enjoyment begin to drizzle over her tail as it threatened to milk him then and there. Reign was not above dragging the pleasure from her prey, big or small, enduring or feeble, with no real action to be taken on her account. Reign could flip her own switch without breaking of sweat, her desire to be touched having taken a backseat to her growing desire to perpetuate this power play between Dorn and herself. Yes; She would handle Dorn. She would invade his mind and soul and pour her very image into both, as where neither were tied to one another, Reign had every intention of becoming the first face he thought of when his massive length began to ache. Her jealousy did not extend to most other tanks, there was no shame in fucking one's friends so long as the boundaries remained clear.<br><br>In Dorn's case, however, Reign was allowing these lines to blur. There was love in her eyes, a contorted, very aggressive, very selfish love that she was positive she'd yet to employ for any other tank before. It was <em>everything</em>; His voice, his teasing, his allowances, his <em>magnificent</em> body, the grins, the lingering feel of his hands over every inch of her, and so, so much more. Where others in such a situation might fantasize about similar such feelings of affection and lust for a relatively new partner and might wish for a slow, profound experience, Reign was not so unhurried in her daydreaming. She did want the exchange to be a deeply gratifying 'share' of pleasure and affection between herself and Dorn, but there was something else, some carnal, preestablished <em>need</em> to remove him of his clothes and to feel all of him, all of the time. Even now, being hoisted over his other shoulder as though she weighed nothing at all, she felt something, an almost clairvoyant surge in her gut, as her high perception levels dug worriedly into her stomach. She recognized this sinking sensation. Dorn was FINALLY going to give her what she'd been waiting so 'patiently' for all day. Oh YES-!<br><br><em>SLAP!</em><br>There was no attempt made to pull the metal-bound little black tongue into her mouth as it drooled, the whiplash from the unrestricted blow dizzying her for a moment and her face wrenching in complete and utter ecstasy. There was a thick bounce to follow, her dark, thick rear sure to have been stamped by his gigantic hand. She could feel other things beginning to drool as well, her thighs clenching as the very dainty opening between them began to quiver. Supposedly, the first blow was not the last, and a <em>very pleased, very pained</em> growl oozed from her lips, primitive, quite like her desires at the moment. Dorn had put her incredible spanking and ripe bottom on display for all to see, hardly tucked away by the pair of black underthings she wore to put away not one, but TWO organs.<br><br>She could feel her <em>other</em> organ beginning to throb, all but beating against the concealment ward she'd put up earlier that day, renewing her cock's prison sentence for the day. It throbbed inside of her, and it was all she could do not to cum then and there, herself. She was the master of such pleasures, however, and leveled this orgasmic tension out, enjoying the solo edge-play without a care. Her hands, little but savage, ground into his shoulder as he hauled the petite pair of healers off for the big show, hardly even noticing as that as Dorn turned away, a golden grail flew across the room and spilled across her backside, having followed a mortified wail. It was warm, smelling distinctly sweet and lewd all at once, dripping from her shadowy hide and creating an even more tempting visual of dark, shining, bruised flesh, the painful sting of his prior beating proving all too delicious for the Demoness in question. She grinned, sharp white canines flashing as she reached back, panting, to pull the grail from her body and threw it to the floor. She tossed a look over her shoulder, her voice hoarse but far from useless as she noted Akonoh, blushing, agitated, clearly having had something to do with a dreamily pleased looking, hazy-eyed Sara. A chuckle on Reign's part.<br><br>"Thanks for the bath, bitches!" she coughed through a villainous laugh, albeit high and bell-like in nature, echoing down the corridor as Dorn carried his pink and black dolls away to play.<br><br>Once they'd left the main room, Dorn thundered toward a bedroom, tossing the door in with his foot and throwing them both down on a large, soft bed. His clothes were peeled away and tossed aside, revealing an all but majestic, cream-colored organ for the pair to marvel at as they awaited the particulars of his fancy. Reign, however, did not stare for long, instead quite taken with the tone of his voice as Dorn all but folded Artorius in half. He had take to growling at her in warning as he rubbed her tailtip and let the appendage fall away. Reign did not mind this one bit, her electric blue gaze never leaving his face, even as her overly lengthy tail swayed and bounced, eventually pausing over her bare torso in an arch, allowing her to run her tongue along its exterior to taste the tank's previous leakage, having allowed it to pour over her tail during her teasings and getting to enjoy the salty 'fruits' of her labor now. She watched, unbothered and quite interested as he nestled himself against Arty's tiny entrance and made no move to prepare him further, deciding to spectate for the moment in spite of the mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Unfortunately, this was... seemingly not her best idea. She'd never been known for her ability to simply 'watch', after all.<br><br>The throbbing had become stronger and stronger still, and as she watched Artorius's body being defiled, her um. Her 'railroad track', so to speak, had <em>shifted</em>, her body shifting its focus almost instantaneously as another organ poured from the top of her first. She arched her back and was unable to contain a long groan, an agonized sound, drool at the corners of her lips as her ward broke with a soft, quick blue glow. Her hands moved immediately to hold it as it jutted from her thin black panties, small chirps of indignation escaping her through ragged breaths as she leaned back and gazed down at herself in her concerned state. It was neither large nor small, and certainly a pretty sight, a beautifully dark thing that glistened as though it were candied and untouched, coated in her own juices from a lower, more delicate organ, its tight insides awash with excitement from the looks of its slick exterior. The glacé protrusion had begun to leak itself, and it felt as though all of her were on fire; Her pussy was crying out for a merciless entry and her dick was BEYOND itching to find something to delve into. All this in combination with the forceful grab of his large hands was starting to ruin her in the <em>best</em> way, and though her cheeks had grown even BLACKER in her embarrassment, she could not help but to fight his tongue in return. Her vision blurred, spotty at best as he snatched her up by the horn as though it were a handle. She LOVED it.<br><br>Would her extra equipment deter him? She could feel that familiar fear and panic again, but chose to set it aside, hoping desperately that at the very least Dorn would ignore it for now.<br><br>He had seated her slippery inner thighs atop his hand while letting her tail fall from between his fingers, holding her in such a way that she felt the need to wind her luscious thighs about him and fling her arms about his neck with the fervor of a deprived lover.<br>She was met by a mix of flavors, welcomed and fit to explore. The tastes of blood, salt, honey, and strawberry cordial flooded her senses, and the metal bar through her tongue slid along his lips and back along her own. Her carnivorous, half-lidded eyes met his as a deeply pleasured purr erupted from her throat despite the previous bout of rough choking. "What was that before, about 'not trying anything'?" she sneered, cupping his face with her hands and pressing her lips to his forehead. The ache in her split lip was added pleasure in her book, and she slid her tongue along the injury again, so good.<br><br>With this, Reign decided, then, that both Artorius AND Dorn were VERY in need of some added mischief as the tank pumped away, and the flat, pointed end of her tail had successfully pinpointed Pinky's bubbly little ass cheeks on either side of the 'action'.<br><br>Her tail returned to her and the flat bit circled back around at lightning speed, snapping twice at one side of the smaller healer's ass, twice at the other. <em>Whip, whip, snap, crack-</em><br><br>She stopped, then, deciding that since she could not overpower Dorn, she would fuck with Artorius just a bit more. She didn't need to see him to know what kind of face he was making, being slammed so hard that she could feel the power in each thrust from Dorn's hands. She was unafraid to spice it up by repeating herself. Her tail reached a bit further up for Artorius' member and devoured it with a nest of writhing coils, more easily manipulated than the monster currently inside the boy had proved to be. <br>"I can't let something so cute just pass me by." she said lazily and through her teeth, never breaking contact with Dorn's eyes. She moved again back to his lips, so sweet, so strong... She chewed, sinking sharp teeth into his bottom lip with love.<br><br>Always, with love.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cessali</strong> on <strong>23-05-2018, 04:11:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/v7L6hqd.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Seretti<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park, cottage corner, then First Floor Main Room Comfy Couch<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Crorn, Sara, Akonoh<br><hr><br>Seretti's carefully-minded eye on the situation between Dorn, Arty, and Reign -- the latter at her typical prima-donna snootiest, especially with that drop she got -- suggested that the three of them had this all well in hand.&nbsp; For the revelry part of things, anyway.&nbsp; She mentally filed away a note to talk to Crorn about Dorn's performance in the raid; that conversation would have to would happen later, though, when people had had a chance to bleed off the stress and relief that came from a hard-earned victory.&nbsp; Maybe again even later, after she had had a long, thorough examination of the performance logs, if their next event went out like this again.&nbsp; Part of being a good raid assistant was being able to look at a mess of a spreadsheet and piece together facts and trends -- something she had long practice at, from the endless series of numbers crunched together in a typical patients' file in Real Life -- and Seretti was pretty damn good at isolating trends.<br><br>The scene on her other side, though, was -way- more entertaining.&nbsp; There were looks of confusion, and then there were looks of confusion, and poor Akonoh looked like she was in -way- over her head.&nbsp; On the one hand, it would be really funny to just watch her get more and more alarmed; on the other hand, it really wasn't especially fair to just drop the girl in the deep end, and Akonoh had all the hallmarks of someone who was a newbie not only to the game and to raiding, but to the adult side of things in general.&nbsp; The more Seretti studied Akonoh, the more she decided the other woman just needed a little bit of... guidelines.&nbsp; Someone to ease her in again.<br><br>Time to step in.<br><br>With a breezy ease, Seretti was next to the little group of three near the altar-shrine.&nbsp; With one hand, she gently nudged the proffered cup to the side; the other, she touched Akonoh lightly on the shoulder. <strong>"Sara just wants everybody to be engaged,"</strong> she said, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly.&nbsp; Fiddling with something from her pack.&nbsp; <strong>"Don't worry about it.&nbsp; Come on, let me get you up to speed..."<br></strong><br>Gently, she took Akonoh by the arm and directed her back to the first floor's main room, nodding a sincere apology to Sara and Crorn for interrupting overtly.&nbsp; Once they were a safe conversational distance away, Seretti sat Akonoh down on the couch -- a dark, near-black bear leather, with satin throw pillows -- and took the other woman's hands in hers.&nbsp; <strong>"This is probably your first time seriously raiding with a group,"</strong> Seretti said gently, <strong>"so I know how exciting it can be to get to go new places, do new things, and all of that good stuff. I was just like you when I first started.&nbsp; And you're right: we did win, in the end, and that's worth celebrating.&nbsp; But there's something special about raiding: it's a team effort, you know?&nbsp; We all have to focus and do our part.&nbsp; It's like -- have you ever been to a big family dinner, where everybody is supposed to be bringing a different part of the meal, and then when everyone's there, someone says, 'Oops!&nbsp; I forgot to bring dessert.&nbsp; Even if people told me every day this week I just forgot to get any.'&nbsp; I don't know how that kind of scenario would play out in your family, but in mine, we'd march that person right out the door, and down to the store, and they would have to get us a couple of pies."</strong><br><br>She patted Akonoh's hand.&nbsp; <strong>"Today, in this metaphor, you're the person who forgot to get the pies,"</strong> Seretti said, pointedly.&nbsp; <strong>"You weren't paying attention a lot of today's raid, you know?&nbsp; And that means the rest of us have to work harder to get the job done.&nbsp; We don't mind helping you, but if you mess up like you did today?&nbsp; If you can't carry your weight, you have to be willing to make it up to us.&nbsp; I'm not going to ask you to drink anything out of a chalice, but if you do want to make it up to us, I do know a something a little less... intense?"</strong><br><br>Seretti let the thought linger in the air.&nbsp; <strong>"If you still want to run with B2H, of course,"</strong> she added, casually, fingers trailing up from Akonoh's hand to her shoulder.&nbsp; <strong>"What do you say?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>23-05-2018, 06:00:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BDQBYb0.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Dorn Harms<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park, Side Bedroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Artorius, Reign<br><br><hr><br>Artorious's ass was a <em>tight</em> fit, but that was not stopping Dorn. At all. Dorn was powering through that tightness and giving the pink-haired little healslut every inch every time with all of the force that his big body could muster. At the end of every powerful thrust Dorn's body smacked loudly onto the back of Artorious's hips and bottom, pinkening the flesh with repeated impacts. Dorn's every thrust seemed designed to drive and drive himself not just to the hilt into Artorious's bottom but all of the way through the small healer. If not for Dorn holding Artorious in place there was no way that Artorious would be able to keep himself in place under his own power, and even then the little boy was being mashed around on the bed but roughly staying in place. It was sort of rough, savage claiming that the healer wanted at the moment, and the huge thickness was hitting all of the right places inside of the pink-haired boy to force maximum pleasure without really meaning too. Artorious was being used as a cocksleeve and it seemed from all of the moans and motions that Artorious was making beneath Dorn that the healer would not have it any other way. <br><br>The noises that Artorious was making were music to Dorn's ears. He loved how the little healslut had been reduced to it by <em>his</em> cock. Dorn had a special lustful look for the pink-haired healer. It was a look of savage, conquering passion and it was all for the candy-maned young male beneath him. There was a part of Timothy that twinged within Dorn at having to divide his attention between two healsluts but another part that felt very lucky to be the focus of both of their attentions. Dorn snarled and his nostrils flared at a powerful exhalation of breath as he fought hard not to finish as Artorious gave just the right squeeze to his huge length. It would not have been the end of the world - the refractory period that Dorn was subject to was actually less than the time he took to finish ejaculating - but Artorious - and Reign, when it was her turn - deserved better than a quickshot tank. But Artorious was not making it easy! One of the reasons why Artorious was so popular with all of the doms and tops of the guild and server, beyond his cute looks and deliciously submissive servility. <br><br>Having Reign pressing against him made Dorn aware of her extra. It did not bother him to feel the hard, moist organ that peeked out of Reign's black panties rub against him. He was a little surprised that Reign specifically had one - Timothy frequented too many forums of a salacious nature whose maturity was dubious - but not that another player character in Ameria would have one. In all honesty Timothy believed that there was probably a statistically significant segment of the player base whose characters had more or less than one might assume from looking at them in armor. Feeling that black organ rubbing up against him made Dorn give a wide, figuratively shark-like smile that showed off some very white teeth. Seeing the embarrassment and dismay that came with its appearance had been wonderfully aphrodisiac.<br><br>There was a dim, fleeting thought in the back of Timothy's mind that maybe he should have looked closer at the cash shop offerings to see if there was a four armed race or variant available, because he was facing a serious dearth of hands. <br><br>"No, that is good. This is nice. Do you not feel better being nice?" Dorn said darkly and teasingly as Reign wound her tail around Artorious's length, adding to what the pink-haired healer was experiencing. What he had said earlier was meant to keep her from interfering when Dorn had needed both hands for Artorious, not as a prescription against cross-participation. "<strong>Hngh.</strong>" The throaty sound came as Reign's teeth sank into his flesh, the sharp points drawing blood. Dorn could . . . feel . . . the love. It was a strange sensation. It was what he came to Ameria for. His raison d'être. Dorn really enjoyed the feeling of Reign's legs and arms around him. Her legs especially. So soft, so smooth, so good. <br><br>Dorn released Artorious's ankles, and reached down between the little healer's legs and grabbed the frilly undergarment and savagely pulled it free. The only stitch of clothing left on Artorious was the ribbons in his hair, and the freedom of the pleasing legs left them to fall as they may and give the healer's body some relief from being folded in half. Dorn grabbed a pillow and roughly stuffed it under Artorious's hip, angling them upwards with twofold purpose. The first was to allow his thrusts to better hit that spot inside and stimulate Artorious's prostate, and the other was so that Artorious's penis could be angled towards his own face. One way or another the little healslut's face was getting glazed, even if it had to be with his own seed. A part of him wanted to have Reign make a contribution to Artorious's face . . . but the warrior remembered the dark blush of the demonette's face and decided to perhaps keep that back for another time.<br><br>The hand that was near Reign's lower half shifted, circling around the base of her tail. He encircled the dark appendage and stroked it up and down in a motion very much like stroking a penis. His eyes had a certain knowing expression in them as he performed the action, but there was not really room for good eye contact with how their mouths were engaged. Still, maybe Reign would get the hint that he was not at all turned away by Reign's piece. His hand gave the tail about a dozen firm, strong strokes before it found the rear waist band of Reign's panties and slid under them, drawing the dark fabric away from dark flesh so that his pale hand could seek out the hidden treasures within. Dorn's big middle and ring finger slid over Reign's lower lips, quickly becoming quite slick with her arousal.<br><br>The warrior fought his mouth free from the kiss with Reign, and touched his forehead to hers and rubbed his nose against her little blue-black one. "Point his cock at his face." Dorn told Reign, and then moved his face away to look down over at Artorious. "My pleasure <strong>requires</strong> you to cum for me, Artorious." Dorn commanded the pink-haired healer. A big hand moved over Artorious's soft, flat stomach and over his slender, flat chest to find one the healer's pink nipples. Dorn stroked and circle the pink flesh roughly. "All. Over. Your. Pretty. Little. <strong>FACE</strong>!" Each word was punctuated with a strong, hard, powerful thrust. As much of all of those things as Dorn could muster, and the last the most savage thrust of all. Like he truly did mean to break Artorious's slender body with his monstrous dick. Dorn knew that Artorious would not disappoint. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>26-05-2018, 03:11:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/93c9/i/2005/168/0/0/white_mage_under_the_robe_v__3_by_hoihoisan.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Sara <br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park - chapel room <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Crorn, Akonoh<br><br><hr><br>Sara did not look upset as Akonoh knocked away the goblet. At a broader player level (as orgasmically distracted as said player might have been in her case) she knew the reaction was perfectly reasonable, of course...but that wasn't going go make her break character, no sirree! <br><br>She simply shook her head, and sighed, and 'tsk tsked' like a teacher handing back a paper with a giant red F. She picked up the golden grail, making sure that Crorn and everyone else within sightline got quite a grand view of her hindquarter as she bent over, her white mage robe hem flipping up over her back to reveal a translucent-pantied-and-gartered peach round rump.<br><br>"Why, you naughty little healer," she scolded as she bent over, "I'm gonna have to take you over my knee after all, and make your buttocks so pink, that from a distance players will think they look like a HP Mote and will come rushing to grab it...and I shall encourage them to!!!"<br><br>She did not stand u straight again per se, but threw herself to her knees before Crorn on her prayer pillow once more. She held the grail in one hand, and waved the other in the air in a supplicative gesture, "O mighty chieftain, forgive this shepherdess, for it seems that 'tis like herding cats today! This one may need a stronger hand than her own to corral such recalcitrant tramps! This one begs your understanding in her...delays...in filling the grail with the sacred nectars for which it clamors!" Her palm brushed down the expanse of Crorn's chest, and she looked up with moist pleading eyes, "This one promise to show perseverence and verve, o chieftain, and ensure sacred fluids flow aplenty ere the day and night are through!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>26-05-2018, 12:55:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f0/ad/8a/f0ad8af17de87645b110a3368c1fdbf3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Artorius Glimmerstar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sara's Cottage<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dorn &amp; Reign!<br><br><hr><br>Obviously, under such an assault Artorius really had no choice; it wasn't so much that his eyes slipped closed against the pleasure, or that his mind simply shut down his ocular nerves to avoid sensory overload. It was more that the sheer power of Dorn's brutal, savage thrusts forced his eyes closed through simple momentum, the force of his body being pounded against the bed sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through his system, making his face flinch with every powerful battering of his ass, his eyes scrunching up tight as his knuckles turned white, gripping the bedsheet beneath him tightly for dear life. He didn't know or see what was happening outside his own head, and at that moment, nor did he really much care. The only thing that mattered to him was the rising tide of ecstasy pushing his body to new heights, the sensation of that thick molten rod pulsing in his ass, splitting him apart oh so deliciously and savagely. The brutality on display from Dorn...it was intoxicating in oh so many ways, and at that moment, he found that he no longer cared that Reign was nearby or watching or even part of events. The only thing that mattered was making his Master happy with him.<br><br>Inevitably, the power of the thrusts that pounded inside him became harder, faster, more amazingly brutal in its pace and strength, and before long the darkness behind his eyes was lit by the presence of millions of dancing stars, flickering in and out of existence in an instant. He mewled pathetically, his back arching off of the bed as the rolling hips of Master Dorn became an auditory blur, his ears unable to properly distinguish one slap of his hips from another. He trembled under the powerful ministrations, and as soon as his ankles were freed - the panties being ripped off serving as a far distant reminder of where he was, and nothing more - his legs contorted and bent to slip underneath Dorns powerful arms, looping themselves around his chest - forcing their way past a fleshy feeling barrier when necessary - to link powerfully behind his back, pulling him closer, desperately seeking more contact and more savage power behind those strokes. He needed more, harder, he needed Dorn to thoroughly claim him and mark him as being thoroughly fucked, especially in front of Reign; he needed her to see that she did not hold a monopoly on Lord Dorn as firmly as she seemed to believe, and that she was not the only one who could satisfy and please him. <br><br>Although, in the back of his mind, he had to say that he hoped Dorn would not require him to service Reign. Submitting to Dorn was one thing - the man actively appreciated and respected Artorius, in his own way - but he was never going to willingly submit to somebody who treated him the way Reign did. But those thoughts were quickly chased from his mind as he felt sharp cracking blows landing on his ass, no doubt turning them red, as something long and sinuous - presumably her tail - assaulted his body. As much as he wanted to hate the feeling on sheer principle of who was delivering it, combined with the aching painful euphoria from Dorns cock, he could not hold back the loud, lewd moan that echoed from his throat. He shuddered and pressed further back on Master Dorns cock, squeezing and rippling as his cock spasmed within the newly formed tail-cocoon that he knew had wrapped around his throbbing, aching member. He only heard Lord Dorns commands distantly, but even so, his body ached to fill that need, to satisfy that command...he could feel his ecstasy reaching its peak, but he just needed that one final push. <strong>"Oh, Master! Master! I'm almost...I'm going to..."</strong> he groaned and thrashed weakly on the bed. <strong>"Please! Make me..make me cum, Master, pleeeeease~~!"</strong> He was close...so very close...he just needed <em>one more push...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>26-05-2018, 18:08:22</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Ej0ekeB.jpg?1)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Akonoh <br><strong>Location:</strong> Cottage, First Floor Main Room Comfy Couch<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sara, Crorn, Seretii<br><hr><br>Akonoh's cat ears flattened tight against her head as Sara made her disappointment clear. Hearing her threaten her with, of all things, a spanking made the beastkin blush, "I-I'm really sorry...It was just kind of a knee jerk reaction" she tried to explain, though even though she was reflexively trying to smooth things over and avoid punishment, in the back of her mind the idea of being bent over the woman's knee and spanked...again she felt a few weird tingles in places she shouldn't. She remembered the few times she and her husband had tried getting rough before, how he had spanked her while doing her from behind. It had actually been pretty exciting, though he had gotten a bit carried away and left her sore the entire next day, so they never really did it again...but in the virtual world...well she wouldn't really have to worry about those kind of consequences would she? <br><br>However before this punishment could come to fruition, another member of the group, and one of the few female doms, Seretti swooped in to give her an out. Jumping at first as the sudden touch, Akonoh would visibly relax at her assuring words, relieved to be rescued from a situation she made so awkward with her inexperience. She allowed herself to be guided out of the room, glancing back over her shoulder to Sara and Crorn as she went, flashing them a quick, apologetic smile before leaving them to whatever strange ritual the perverted mage had planned next. <br><br>Akonoh let out a small sigh as she took a seat on the couch, feeling like she had messed something up big time but not really understanding why. Thankfully Seretti was there to fill her in, explaining the situation to her in a way Honoka could much more easily understand, the dinner example actually a genius way to get through to the inexperienced housewife, "Oh...I think I get it now...oh jeez, I didn't realize I was making things so much harder for everyone, I'm sorry...I guess I'm so used to just thinking of it as just a game that I didn't realize how much effort everyone was really putting in..." she said, thinking back to what Sara and Crorn had been saying with fresh eyes. She assumed it had just been weird, nerdy obsessing over small details, but just because it was a game that didn't mean it wasn't important to them. She herself had remarked how much time it had taken, thinking about it now that would be a huge waste if things had gone seriously wrong after all that time and effort spent, maybe she should be more careful about this kind of stuff. <br><br>Akonoh blushed, her ears fidgeting anxiously when Seretti mentioned making it up to them, though thankfully quickly dismissed the idea of drinking stuff out of strange cups, "S-So...I guess you're going to make me go out and..er...'buy some pies' now?..." she asked, quickly realizing that she had no clue what the equivalent for that metaphor would even be in this situation. She softly shuddered as she felt the finger trail up her arm, still unused to being touched by others, even virtually, "well...what would you want me to do...exactly?..." she asked, a bit meekly, though the little glimmer in her eyes said that she was anxious to please her and make things right. Everything about her, from her slightly slouched posture, to how her body tenses at the slightest touch, to the way she tilted her head forward a bit so her eyes would have to shift upwards to look at Seretti, spoke of a natural submissiveness, an untapped potential that could easily be molded with the right hands. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cessali</strong> on <strong>01-06-2018, 03:27:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/v7L6hqd.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Seretti<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park, main room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Akonoh; mentioned: Artorius<br><hr><br>It delighted Seretti to no small end to see just how receptive Akonoh was.&nbsp; For all the trouble the red mage had caused in the fight, the other woman seemed like she genuinely wanted to do better next time -- no ego, no defensiveness, no attempts to justify herself, just the willingness to get things better the next time.&nbsp; She could work with this.&nbsp; She could work a lot with this.<br><br>Now, it was time to ease her in.<br><strong><br>"There's a bit of a ritual we have around here after a hard night's battle,"</strong> Seretti said, leaning in just a touch, that light finger touch running up Akonoh shoulder, up her neck, along her jawline... <strong>"We have a nice mostly-in-character dinner when we're all done with our..."</strong>&nbsp; She paused, as Arty's pleading, gaspy moan carried in just -precisely- so, and continued, <strong>"our <em>immediate</em> forms of celebrating, and we choose the two healsluts who've caused us the most trouble over the course of the run to act as serving wenches.&nbsp; Get food, fill drinks, you know, all that good stuff.&nbsp; You do, of course, have to wear the uniform, and the uniform is 'naked.'"</strong><br><br>Seretti knew there was mischief in her smile, but she kept that light little finger-touch scratching up the side of Akonoh's head, gently scratching the back of one of those fluffy kitty ears.&nbsp; Fox ears?&nbsp; Kitty ears, she decided.&nbsp; <em>distressingly cute!!</em>&nbsp; <strong>"The boys can be a little bit handsy some times,"</strong> she admitted, <strong>"but I'll make sure they don't get -too- intimate with you.&nbsp; All that sound fair?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2018, 20:03:50</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aHCRfKb.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Akonoh <br><strong>Location:</strong> Cottage, First Floor Main Room Comfy Couch<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Seretii<br><hr><br>Akonoh's brows furrowed a bit at the mention of "rituals", the memory of the awkward way the last one played out still vibrantly fresh in her mind, though she was distracted from her worry by the gentle touch running up her body, tracing the curve of her neck. She was starting to get the feeling this was a maneuver this guild was quite fond of, seeing how Crorn had done the same thing to her only minutes prior, though she had to admit it wasn't unpleasant, especially with how much softer Seretti's skin was. The woman's eyes widened when a moan echoed down to punctuate the girl's explanation, her heart thumping as she realized their fellow party members were actually having sex right now as they spoke! It sent shivers all the way down her spine and left her at a loss for words, curious eyes gazing at Seretti as if to ask what <em>their</em> "immediate form of celebrating" would be. <br><br>As she explained the idea of acting as serving wench for the big communal dinner Akonoh initially nodded along, "oh, I see. well that doesn't sound so ba..." she started to say, only to be cut off by that last little tidbit about the "uniform", "eh!?" she exclaimed in surprise, face turning a dark shade of red at the idea of going around the table serving people while completely naked! "I-I don't know about that. I mean I haven't shown my body to anyone except my husband in-oofp!" she stammered, suddenly clasping her hands over her mouth, realizing she was divulging personal information in her excitement. Of course there was also the matter that she wasn't going to be showing <em>her</em> body, not Honoka's at least, but instead the perfectly crafted body of her avatar Akonoh, it wasn't exactly the same after all. <br><br>Obviously she seemed a bit nervous to go along with such an idea, even if it was significantly more tame than what Sara had tried to push on her. However it seemed Seretti had gotten the right idea going after her ears, for despite how unsure she was about all this, she hadn't actually pulled away from the girl at all. In fact she had actually started imperceptibly inching closer and closer to Seretti, her ears twitching in unmasked delight as she instinctively turned her head to give the girl better access. Without even realizing it the older woman had been placated by scritches, her thighs grinding together and her eye lids fluttering. Akonoh didn't even consciously register just how good it had felt until a low, mewling moan escaped her lips, and by then it was far too late to try and escape Seretti's grasp, the woman having to fight just to keep from throwing herself right into the persuasive girl's lap. <br><br>"w-well...m-mmn...It's not really <em>my</em> body after all, so I guess it's not really that big a deal..." she mused, already starting to come around and talk herself into it, her head ever so slightly nudging against Seretti's fingers, as if expecting more coaxing, "hey wait, are we even able to get naked? Don't you always have underwear on even if you unequip all your clothes?" Akonoh suddenly mused, breaking from her petting induced haze to question how this set up was even supposed to work. Granted she was going off her knowledge of the base game servers, where for obvious censorship purposes the character models would always have a set of default undergarments on so that under aged players wouldn't be exposed to nudity. Of course in the adult servers this restriction was removed, granting players unrestricted access to their characters' bodies. Akonoh had never actually tested this since jumping on to the 18+ server, and filled with cat-like curiosity she would sit up a bit straighter and glance down at her bust, "so wait, I can actually just take this off then?" she questioned, tugging at the seem of her robe, loosening it enough that it exposed one of her breasts, and in particular the delicious looking pink gumdrop on top, "oh gosh I can see my nipple!" she exclaimed in surprised awe, a sentence she never thought she'd say in her life. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cessali</strong> on <strong>06-06-2018, 22:49:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/v7L6hqd.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Seretti<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park, main room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Akonoh<br><hr><br>Putting Akonoh into a more receptive mindset was a lot like holding a pat of butter in your hand, letting it slowly soften and then run together into a puddle.&nbsp; Seretti had known she was pretty much new to the whole situation, but watching a lot of things suddenly click for the beastwoman -- the 'her body, but not her body question', the one-step removal from stuff in general, the tits and ass and much more visible on the adult server, even, well, the fact that she'd never been naked in front of anybody except her husband -- how sheltered <em>was</em> this girl?&nbsp; And was it just sheltered, or was it active repression?&nbsp; Or both?<br><br>Every once in a while, it occurred to Seretti what kind of trust people put in her.&nbsp; She'd have to treat that with the respect it was due.&nbsp; This girl seemed pretty close to popping, so now was about the time to nudge a little bit more.<br><br><strong>"Well, isn't that a pretty little thing,</strong>" she said, quietly pleased, and scooted over the few inches separating her from Akonoh, putting a hand on the other woman's thigh... and squeezing.&nbsp; <strong>"That's the kind of face that says you've never gotten a look at yourself naked in Ameria yet.&nbsp; Why don't you do that now for me?&nbsp; Stand up, squeeze out of that robe, get a nice, long look at yourself.&nbsp; Come back and spend a little time playing if you want.</strong>"&nbsp; Seretti grinned as she crossed one leg over the other.&nbsp; <strong>"The adult servers have a lot better variety of physical feedback for all the sexy stuff that happens.&nbsp; If you've never tried it out for yourself, I'll bet you're in for a very pleasant surprise..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>08-06-2018, 17:06:45</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4UPPXbH.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Akonoh <br><strong>Location:</strong> Cottage, First Floor Main Room Comfy Couch<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Seretii<br><hr><br>Akonoh blushed as Seretii scooted closer, realizing that she was exposing herself to the girl as well as herself, "eep!" she squeaked at the sudden hand on her thigh. Even through the thick material of her robe the snow haired dom would be able to tell how soft and plump Akonoh's thighs were, the woman having gifted herself quite the thick, milfy body. The cat woman bit her bottom lip, stifling a little gasp in her throat, realizing how bold Seretti was getting yet her body wouldn't move to stop her...nor would her mind give the command in the first place...<br><br>"you...you mean right now...?" she murmured, nervously glancing around the room. There didn't seem to be anyone else present at the moment, all off doing their various 'activities', so it was just her and Seretti..."O...Ok..." she muttered softly with an obedient nod of her head, slowly lifting herself up off the couch. It was clear she had meant what she said when she claimed not to have shown anyone her body but her husband, as her movements were quite timid and hesitant as she turned to face Seretti and began slowly tugging at her robes. <br><br>Since Seretti hadn't specifically told her to go to a different room to get undressed in, Akonoh assumed she was telling her to just stand up and strip right then and there, an order she found much easier to follow than she first assumed. Normally gear and items were equipped in a much more "video gamey" fashion, with the player selecting to equip or unequip an item and the pieces would just poof into place. And while this option was still available, it seemed the adult servers made it possible to unequip gear in a much more "immersive" fashion as well, the older woman slowly stripping off her top with a well practiced grace slowed by timid sexual tension. As the top pulled free two massive, deliciously suck-able breasts came jiggling free right before Seretti, looking nice and heavy as if swollen with mother's milk, yet far perkier and firm than any actual mother could boast. <br><br>Dropping her top of the floor she looked down at them in astonishment, fondling them gently as she inevitably started comparing them to the real life counter part, "oh wow..." she muttered, briefly forgetting about her audience and giving her nipples and experimental flick and tug, immediately prompting a sharp little moan from her soft lips, "Mmm! O-oh wow, that's even more sensitive than real life even...how do they do that?" she muttered to herself, it just felt so real! However as her hands started drifting down her soft, almost mockingly flat tummy towards her pants she suddenly stopped, nibbling her lip as she gazed back at Seretti, another bashful blush dusting her cheeks, "u-umm, maybe I should just keep the skirt on for now...heheh..." she said bashfully, seeming to suddenly get cold feet, rubbing her thighs together anxiously. While she didn't want to just lame out halfway through, the truth was she was incredibly wet, she could feel it trickling down her thighs already! And she was nervous about showing her very blatant arousal to the other woman. Ofcourse standing so close to the little slut cat Seretti would be able to <em>smell</em> the horniness wafting off of her, especially thanks to those slits on the side of her skirt that not only showed off a lot of skin, but would provide some very<em> easy access</em> if she was tempted to get a "feel" for what the problem was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>08-06-2018, 21:18:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/D0fa12d82eca190c97ebd1d23f5ea370.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Argosh Crorn<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sara<br><br><br><br><hr><br>Ray desperately tried to contain a laugh as he saw the cup slapped from Sara's hand, spiralling through the air towards Reign. He had a role to play in this elaborate dance they had all put on for their own perverse pleasure, and it wouldn't serve to ruin it. It was undeniably funny though. It was clear Akonoh would need a lot of work integrating her into the twisted culture they had all designed for inside this simulated haven, he saw Seretti snatch up Akonoh out of the shrine, and was sure that she would do a fine job of providing a full introduction to Akonoh of all the features this world had to offer. He remembered fondly the first time he experienced the adult side of Ameria, he had to admit, more than the questing and adventures, it was the thing that really got him hooked. No doubt he wasn't the only one.<br><br>He looked down at the little white mage healer still left in the shrine, whose plans had certainly gone more than a little awry. Sara was one of his favourite healers to play with, she was so diligent to her character, to training new healers and serving the other characters in the party. Crorn stepped out and retrieved the grail that had gone flying into Sara's living room, the cup was still glistening with a few stray beads of her juices that remained clinging to the metal. He smiled to Sara, reaching out with his large greenish-yellow hand, stroking his fingers through her hair. "It seems like failing to keep our newest healers under control should be added to your list of penance". He said teasingly, holding out the grail with his other hand.&nbsp; "Now, I believe your offering to the gods needs to be refilled. Perhaps a tank might be able to make an offering as well. With your help of course." <br><br>Crorn had no knowledge of the show that Samantha put on outside of the fictional world of Ameria that was exciting so many of her viewers, but no doubt his character would help make those rumble pads work overtime inside of her holy shrine. Crorn loomed over the young white mage, reaching for the belt that held his loincloth together, slowly unbuckling it. He held the edges of the cloth, slowly lowering it down, revealing inch by inch the thick orcish rod he had spent so long designing in the character creator. He hadn't been above shifting some of the size sliders to maximum, imbuing it with a thick heft, shaping the attractive round head and thick veins that ran along the length.<br><br>He was putting on a show for Sara, stretching out time as he slowly revealed it from the base, eventually the cock sprung free from the loincloth, standing erect, facing directly towards her kneeling body. He took her hand, wrapping it around the grail before directing the cup to his tip. Thick pre-cum dripped from the end, sliding down the inside edge of the object to pool at the bottom alongside what remained of her juices.<br><br>"Why don't you fill her up, and make penance for your failings on our mission today. After all, only by serving your tanks can you make your god happy." He teased back, enjoying getting equally into character while playing with the attractive healer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Healsluts! - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>11-06-2018, 00:52:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/93c9/i/2005/168/0/0/white_mage_under_the_robe_v__3_by_hoihoisan.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Sara <br><strong>Location:</strong> Manshealed Park - chapel room <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Crorn<br><br><hr><br>"Lo," Sara chanted, gently swaying side to side where she knelt as Crorn unfastened himself, "Lo, do I behold the rod of lorldly might." As Crorn sprang free, her mouth watered a bit, and she chanted, "Lo, do I worship the rod of lordly might." She shivered as her fingers were wrapped around the length, and she took hold of the grail, held the collect the earliest releases from the tip, "Do, in awe of it, do I drink of its wisdom and submit to its power."<br><br>She began stroking motions with her hands. She flicked her eyes up, with a receptive 'how am I doing' facial expression as she looked up at him, and she craned her head forward. Her tongue flicked out, and stole a few of the droplets that were meant for the grail. She let her head sway back again, as the droplets trickled back over the length of her tongue. She smacked her lips, and swallowed, and moaned, 'Thank you, my chieftain, for this sacred gift, for the divine taste of godly power. Lo, do I worship to draw forth my chieftain's pearls of wisdom..."<br><br>Her head swayed forward again. As she maintained a stroking rhythm of much of his slider-busting length, her lips sealed around the bulbous head. She began to kiss wetly, and to suckle, and to lick the head of the cock that she had enveloped within her mouth.<br><br>Her red head began to bob in a soft rhythm, and she made muffled wet sounds of sucking, as she took more and more of the meat within her mouth, and sucked with an eager energy upon the great girth.
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