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>>81443608 (Knight-Commander)
For a moment she was tempted to slam him upon the table and bless him with sacred union of their bodies. His lips, tongue flickering over her fingers, how would they feel between her legs, put to use properly by one who could show him how to best serve? But the kiss on the back of her hand brought her back; no, they were both dutiful people, and she had specifically meant to keep him grounded and from descending into constant rutting.
A cough broke her from that trance.
Valeria turned, looking over at Anevia for a moment. And yet she felt no embarrassment. Why should she? She was proud of her body, of her status and appearance. It was only wanton lust that embarrassed her.

"I do not believe I am to be on that council, unless you desire me there, commander? But thank you, I shall be wary." Nodding to Anevia, the disguised angel stepped back from the desk and walked around his chair.

Lips pressed against the back of his head. "You're doing so much, my knight. Do not lose hope in your own strength." Murmured in his ear, before riding books clicked on the floor and she was out of his meeting chamber. She paused as she passed Anevia, leaning in to the other woman. "And do not think that I've forgotten you either, little sneak."
"A-ah, yes'm." The rogue balked, before Valeria left the room properly. "You sure know how to pick them, Master." She gave the man who had claimed her a smile, the brand on her womb tingling.

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WHOREFINDER - Sluts of the Righteous Adventurer Submission

REQUIRED
>Name
>Race (Human, Suli, Android, Ifrit, Fetchling, Changeling, Skinwalker, Orc, Goblin, Vishkanya, Shabti, Rougarou, Nagaji, Mongrel, Ganzi, Kuru, Drow, Strix, Undine, Elf, Dwarf, Gnome, Halfling, Half-Elf, Half-Orc, Aasimar, Tiefling, Oread, Dhampir, Kitsune, Samsaran, Svirfneblin, Duergar, Sylph, Hobgoblin, Ascending Succubus.)
>Role
>2D art of Character
>Alignment
NOT REQUIRED BUT WELCOME
>Stats (25 Point Buy or Roll 4d6 Reroll 1's Drop Lowest)
>Class (Modded Wrath. I have made a google doc with all classes/prestige classes https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Iy_JXRXmXDa9IwEZmqmagykUU6bVJHKeKj9Rbl7UyGE/edit?tab=t.0)
>Backstory
>Why have you joined the Fifth Crusade?
>Birthdate
>God
>Background (Farmhand, Lumberjack, Miner, Smith, Courtier, Emissary, Knight, Leader, Acolyte, Fate's Favoured, Healer, Martial Disciple, Red Mantis, Templar, Arcane Artificer, Lecturer, Magical Lineage, Metamagic Master, Researcher, Scholar - Arcane/Divine/Nature, Acrobat, Mugger, Pickpocket, Urban Hunter, Hermit, Hunter, Knight Errant, Nomad, Spherewalker, Bounty Hunter, Crossbowman, Gladiator, Guard, Mercenary, Pikeman, Or one of the Regional ones: Aldori Swordsman, Alkenstar Alchemist, Andoren Diplomat, Belkzen Warmonger, Chelexian Diabloist, Elemental Plane Outsider, Gebbite Necromancer, Mendevian Orphan, Mwangi Hunter, Nexian Scholar, Qadrian Wanderer, River Kingdoms Daredevil, Sarkorian Survivor, Skyseeker, Tengu Disciple, Ustalavic Peasant, Varisian Explorer, Warrior of the Linnorm Kings)
>Kinks (If you want something specific with your character)
>Mythic Path (Angel, Demon, Azata, Aeon, Trickster only)

CAN I PLAY A CANON?
>Yes, but you will need to refit that character for the world of Golarion. Make them fit within the narrative no "Mercy fell through a portal and now she's here in Golarion" but absolutely "Mercy is an Andoren Cleric of Sarenrae who's joined Fifth Crusade and has a healing kink."

Is this the thread if I want to talk with anons about blowing my CRPG character's back out?
>>81444368
What happens to characters entered in here?

>>81444394
They are fucked by the other characters submitted and KC-kun. You can, if you want, participate in thread RP and collabrative writing, or simply submit them and read the lewdness.

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Man, gambling mechanics are super hot, I wish there were more of them in games? Would love to get findommed like that...

I mean, gacha games don't count! Though I've definitely started edging to cope with the frustration of pumping out all my hard-earned currency while getting cucked by ZZZ rates...

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>>81444394
They're made into mercs for his wotr campaign, and we can roleplay as them like I do, erp them, or you can just watch. There's a section for kinks and stuff specifically, so you could try to tailor it as you like.

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>>81444448
If I don't get Sunna I'm fucking uninstalling ZZZ (even though it's my own fault because I'm not even done with 1.0 story)

>>81444448
that reminds of one old flash multiplayer strip poker game with chat. i cant remember how nude the avatars got but it was pretty good

>>81444527
I like this Sunna(slang for sunnie)

>>81444527
Go topless you fat slut

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>>81444368
>Addition: What Councils would your character like to serve upon? (Military/Leadership/Diplomacy/Logistics/None)

>RECAP
>Demons assaulted Kenabres during a grand festival, slaughtering its defenders and nearly shattering the Wardstone. A paladin newly arrived in the city, marked by an enigmatic wound on his chest, safeguarded the relic. Divine blessings granted him and his companions mythic power. Queen Galfrey named him Knight-Commander. He led the crusaders to reclaim the fortress-city of Drezen, defeated the traitor Staunton Vhane, and now rules there. Dawn breaks over the Worldwound as he prepares to drive the demons back into the Abyss.

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>>81444567
I am a big sunnie fan as well (But also Sunna from ZZZ)
>>81444570
I haven't taken topless pics in a while though...

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>>81444527
I stopped playing ZZZ a while ago but I got completely cleaned out pulling for the rat, took me all 200 pulls to get her and I had started stroking after only 40...

>>81444537
That's fun! Ironically I think board game type things are probably the best for this stuff? Its fun watching people lose their shit over losing all their points to random bullshit in Mario Party or 100% Orange Juice

>>81444625
then take more topless pics

also show your ass, we want to see your pussy lips

>>81444625
Seconding and thirding >>81444713

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>>81444448
My one gacha is gfl2. Ullrid is my wife!

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Rework, please.

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>>81444713
>>81444727
You get one new ass shot, and you're lucky my pussy is out.

>>81444774
No, we're getting more.

Keep posting whore.

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>>81444325
The paladin's face remained flushed as he made his way back to his room. He collapsed face-first onto the bed, the mattress swallowing his groan. Good grief. Two meetings, and already his heart felt ready to give out. He wanted Valeria—wanted her constantly—but some instinct warned him that if he lingered with her any longer today, neither of them would accomplish anything useful. In the faint hope she might handle something productive while he endured these councils, he had sent her away with a lingering look.
When he finally reached the diplomatic council chamber, most of the others were already seated. Daeran lounged with his usual air of detached amusement, the only one who seemed entirely at ease. Lann and Sosiel looked baffled, exchanging uncertain glances as though wondering why they had been summoned at all. Sar'va sat with casual indifference, popping a piece of taffy into her mouth while she waited. Lynessa had claimed the chair beside his own. The moment his gaze settled on the tiefling, heat bloomed low in his belly. She was striking, dangerous in the best way, and he could practically see the wicked ideas flickering behind her eyes.
He took his seat next to her and waited. And waited. The appointed hour came and passed with no sign of their guest.
“She’s late,” Sosiel murmured.
Lann rolled his human eye. “Is this some diplomat thing I’m too much of a mongrel to understand?”
Then came the sound: a slow, deliberate click of heels on stone. Before anyone appeared, a heavy, intoxicating perfume rolled into the room, rich with jasmine and something darker, warmer. It brushed against the paladin’s senses like velvet fingers, fuzzing the edges of his thoughts. Not a charm spell—his protections would have flared against that—but something subtler, a slow unwinding of muscle and will that left him languid and alert at once.

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>>81444794
I said new, but this is also the only other one I have so that's it for me.

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>>81444831
The clicks grew heavier, more commanding. The door swung open.
Lady Konomi entered like smoke given form and purpose. At first glance she might have passed for a Tian woman of flawless elegance: long black hair cascading to the small of her back, sharp cheekbones, lips painted a deep, glistening crimson, nails lacquered to match and long enough to draw blood with casual grace. She held a slender pipe between those elegant fingers, drawing slowly, exhaling a thin ribbon of scented smoke that curled toward the ceiling.
With each measured step her shape rippled and reformed. Tails unfurled behind her—one, then three, then nine—silken white tipped in black, swaying with predatory rhythm. Fox ears rose from her hair, twitching once as though tasting the room’s tension. She settled into the chair opposite the paladin with fluid, deliberate grace, crossing long legs that drew every eye before she permitted them to rise again to her face.
“Apologies for the delay,” she purred. Her voice was dark honey, smooth and low, wrapping around each ear and sinking deep, hooking into the mind’s softest grooves. “I underestimated the distance to my new quarters.”
She leaned forward just enough to let the lamplight catch the gold flecks in her amber eyes.
“I am Lady Konomi, official attaché of Nerosyan. Her Majesty Queen Galfrey has instructed me to assume leadership of your headquarters’ Diplomatic Council.”
She took another slow pull from the pipe, lips caressing the stem, then exhaled toward the paladin in a deliberate, intimate stream of smoke that carried her scent straight to him.
“Let us begin.” Konomi leaned forward, purposefully exposing her cleavage to the Knight-Commander.
"The Crusade is more than just battles and sieges. It is the largest military project in all of Avistan, funded by the treasuries of more than a dozen major powers. And each of those powers, in addition to victory over the, also pursues its own goals. "
>I'll leave a gap here for Lynessa.

>>81444911
Okay well this image makes me want to play a kitsune next run.

>>81444947
Pity the actual Kitsune models are ugly as shit.

>>81444848
any pic laying on your back?

>>81444911
>Will be *just* a sec on my replies, sorry! Got slightly busy. But teasing as Lynessa is always fun so I'm going to do it, 100%

>>81444848
>not logged in
Shame

>>81444774
>>81444848
literally built for brutal, days-long amalj'aa gangrape

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>>81444368
>Veshka
>Tiefling
>Scout/inflitrator
>Chaotic Neutral
>good dex and cha, decent int/con, underwhelming strength/ wis
>Desna
>Courtier
>kinks: femdom, cuckolding, creampies, monsters, bondage, switching, heels, facesitting, humiliation

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>>81445241
Got a bigger picture than that? A 693x1024 or larger (so it can be resized)

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>>81445266
This was the source image, couldn't quite find any silver haired blue/grey tieflings.
>she absolutely wants a paladin to spank the evil out of her before sending her home

>>81444956
Agreed, but I can always brain off and use a portrait of my favorite kitsune character. Not like any of the models are that good to begin with.

>>81445317
So you would like her to be silverhaired?

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>>81445348
Here's what she looked like in game.

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>>81445031
Laying down feels really hard to pose, especially when I usually just screenshot normal emotes anyway. Sorry anon.
>>81445148
Busy playing other stuff right now, maybe in a few hours if you're still around.
>>81445156
I'm not into it but I'm not *not* into it either.

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>>81444911
Lynessa had arrived early to the meeting, taking idle note of how Daeran was on edge and smelling of shame as she took her seat. She took some pleasure drinking in the scent of his emotions, the tang of slight embarrassment. Oh, she must have missed something quite fun. But she waited along with the others, sitting to the Commander's side and dutifully preparing her journal to take notes, while informing him of some of the activities in the past week. Slowly, however, she finished all of her updates for him and frowned at the waiting that followed.
As an hour passed, the tiefling found herself engaging in conversation with the rest as well, from asking Sar'va about what her more criminal contacts were saying to Sosiel about the priests' views on the crusade as of current. The continued delay had her frowning. It was poor form for a visitor to keep their hosts waiting, especially on diplomatic and military matters. A subtle insult from their advisor, to be sure.
Finally she heard the approach of the new woman, the scent of herbs and smoke a warning as the curvy figure appeared in the doorway. Lynessa found herself tilting her head, taking in all of her appearance and the appearance of nine tails flickering behind the woman. A powerful kitsune, then. She would have to consider being careful in her manipulation.
The kitsune's voice was as silken as her own, a pleasurable purr that would have fit the succubus easily. Flirting with the commander, well that was understandable when he was so desirable, but to do so boldly, after keeping him waiting? It spoke of an agenda for her own. Lynessa would see her on her knees, sucking his cock by the end of the month, surely. But she stood slightly from the table, greeting the woman.
"I hope you will not find such delays in the future, Lady Konomi. Welcome to Drezen. We will welcome your advisory input to this council as we take this Crusade's command."
>Sorry for that wait, I got held up with write block.

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>>81445317
If I'm allowed to give a suggestion, there is an OC called Pyrista that is blue and silver hair if you like. The picture also fits your intention as well.

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>>81445388
Got it. She'll be made as soon as possible. Just for reference. Do you have a preferred Mythic path and why has she come to join the Crusade?

>>81445533
I'll get on my response

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>>81445560
No worries at all, sorry for that wait and the relative shortness. I should have another hour or two in me.

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>>81445540
Oh sweet, that's really good.
>>81445560
Typical rogueish reasons: wealth, power, influence in victory, adventure. A vague distaste for the vulgarity of the worldwound.

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>>81445641
She's a draenei so it's not *fully* the same but I've been using them as reference as well because there's such a sheer amount more that it's much easier to get pics. Either way, she seems fun so hopefully you enjoy either posting or just watching.

>>81445690
I'll probably just be watching for now. I'm still not sure where I'm supposed to get character art these days- the slop factories aren't as much fun as finding something that fits.

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>>81445729
Understandable. I usually just go with "vaguely similar" because I don't like grabbing slop too much. So like here, posting a mix of multiple draenei/tieflings and such. Or you can do resizing and cut-off pics of the ones like the reference he gave. Or no images at all.
But just watching can be nice as well, assuming you're alright with other people dictating some actions and such. You're always welcome to hop in as you like, but you also don't have to.

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>>81445533
Konomi scarcely glanced at Lynessa, dismissing the tiefling with the barest flick of her gaze, as though the woman were beneath notice. Instead she spoke of the Royal Council in Nerosyan, each sentence punctuated by a long, deliberate pull from her pipe. The smoke rolled from her lips in thick, languid coils, filling the chamber until it hung heavy and sweet, dulling edges and loosening thoughts.
“So you’ve been sent to keep an eye on me,” the paladin said, seeking clarity.
A soft, amused laugh answered him, rich and throaty.
“Whatever gave you that idea, Commander? I am not an overseer. I am your loyal advisor.” She let the words linger, smoke curling around them. “I have no wish to meddle in how you conduct your affairs. I merely… consult when the cost of a mistake becomes too steep. Place your trust in me, and we shall get along splendidly.”
If the haze had not already thickened his mind, he might have pointed out how hollow the distinction rang. As it was, coherent thought slipped further away with every breath he took.
She continued, explaining the council’s composition with effortless authority. Lann, the “Garund prince,” brought a certain tactical edge. Sosiel’s clerical devotion offered moral ballast. Sar’va’s utter lack of scruple made her invaluable as an advisor. Each received a reasoned justification.
Then her amber eyes settled on Lynessa. A slow, predatory smile curved her lips.
“And of course, a beautiful assistant works wonders when one needs to distract those who lack self-control. She suffices.”
The paladin knew he should have bristled at the casual reduction of Lynessa to ornament and tool. Instead he only blinked slowly, head swaying as though trying to shake off a dream.
“Right,” he managed. “Well… what’s on the council’s agenda today?”

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>>81445820
Konomi sighed theatrically, leaning back in her chair. The motion drew every eye to the graceful arch of her throat and the deliberate rise and fall of her breasts beneath the thin silk of her robe.
“I hate to disappoint you, Commander, but not everyone in Nerosyan is pleased with your… progress.” She tilted her head, lips pursing into a perfect, practiced pout. “Some whisper that you are an upstart who fancies himself independent of the crown. It would not surprise me if supply lines grew… unreliable in the coming months. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Her voice dropped to a silken coo, eyes gleaming through the drifting haze.
“I would suggest soothing their displeasure. Remind the capital that you still remember the chain of command.” She leaned forward, close enough that her breath brushed his ear like a lover’s secret. “For example… you could hold a grand parade in honor of Her Majesty.”
The paladin let his head hang, swaying slightly on his feet. “What did I even do to earn their ire?” he mumbled, voice thick in the haze.
Konomi’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. She leaned closer, her voice a velvet murmur that seemed to stroke along his skin.
“You were too good, Commander.”
She circled him with languid grace, hips rolling side to side in a deliberate, hypnotic rhythm that ended with a soft pop of bone and silk. The motion drew every eye, commanding the room without effort.
“You reclaimed Kenabres. You seized Drezen. You have become a living threat to the Worldwound itself. Your authority swells while the influence of the Queen’s inner circle shrinks. To them, there is only room for one at the pinnacle. They fear you will push them entirely from the stage.”

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>>81444225
>What are you looking for?
Anons to spice up my game time with lewd instructions, public play, and erp.
>In which games (or lack of) are you looking for it?
Guild Wars 2. To contact me, add the following account: Mox Jet.1759
>What are you *not* looking for?
Out of game activities.
>What are some of your kinks?
Obedience, free use, public nudity, useless clothing, discipline/reinforcement, petplay, ponyplay, feral-assisted domination, monsters.
>DC/Server/etc if applicable
EU
>Time zone, times available
-1 this time, today all day, then times get random as I work from home and the workload varies.
>Extra details regarding what you're looking for?
I'm doing the same free use arrangement I've had so much fun with the first time around. Simply get on and give me instructions, followed by the phrase "do it NOW." They can be direct (stop what you're doing, come to me, eat my ass), place restrictions on clothing or communication (wear a specific costume, only respond in barks, whines, and growls, do not equip bottoms), or something more involved (play a specific role in my party while I do X, get rewarded/punished according to performance).

NA-anon has suggested a guild where new players/brats/dps pick a pet from a stable of veteran supports (two for now), and I'm considering. Poke me in-game or reply to this post to indicate interest.

>>81444368
Kind of tempted, actually.

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>>81445900
She stopped directly in front of him, close enough that the heat of her body pressed against the smoke-filled air. One elegant hand rose, fingers threading into his hair. She tugged—firm, unhurried—tilting his face upward until their gazes locked. Her amber eyes burned through the haze, pupils slitted with predatory amusement.
“If you continue to succeed so spectacularly, perhaps Her Majesty will decide she no longer requires their counsel. And so they will seek to discredit you. Sabotage your supply lines. Diminish your victories. Make your triumphs appear smaller, less certain.”
Her free hand rested lightly on his chest, nails grazing the fabric just above his heart.
“Make a few small concessions,” she whispered, bending until her lips hovered a mere breath from his. “Show them you are still willing to negotiate. Prove you understand your place in the chain of command.”
She drew deeply from the pipe, cheeks hollowing. Then she exhaled, directing the thick, sweet smoke straight into his parted mouth. The tendrils curled past his lips, warm and invasive, filling his lungs as her gaze never wavered.
“Be a good boy, Commander,” she purred. “Give them the parade. Let them believe they still hold the reins.”
>As you can tell I'm having a lot of fun with Dommy Konomi, and her trying to undermine Lynessa should make the Succubus quite infuriated, how dare this bitch thinks she can outdo a Succubus at her own game?

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>>81445801
I'm still rusty on ERP, particularly when I've made a character who's a waifu for other people to use. Started this character with a vague post in /ntr/ earlier.

>>81446138
Might be a little hard working in cuckolding and Monsters (Though the latters not that hard given transformation magic, Size changing magic, the mounts in the game) but I'll do my best to put her in as many kinky situations as I can.

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>>81446223
She has a betrothed at home, and he knows. Veshka's operating under the assumption that if something is alive, fully adult and can verbally express interest (and is hung or pretty), it's fair game.

>>81446265
There's probably nothing more being cucked than ascending to heaven as a Demigod while leaving your Husband behind (Assuming Ascension is the ending being done.)

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>>81445955
Among the rest of the council, Lynessa found herself the only one frowning softly and paying close attention to what Konomi was saying. Perhaps it was her abyssal nature and the mythic power that was amplifying that nature, that rendered her resilient to the soporific effect of smoke, or her history of tasting worse delights in the midnight isles, but the succubus in disguise paid nothing but rapt attention, eyes narrowed slightly. She followed the motions of the sultry woman, listening to how she gave backhanded praise to each of the rest, while calling her merely a bedwarmer, a pretty piece of meat to entertain the rest. Very well, it was to be that type of game.
Her eyes flit to the Commander, watching as his head sagged and his motions slowed, dazed by the smoke while the kitsune continued to speak. Internally she scowled again, the only one that manipulated the Subject was her, for the sake of the Experiment and his own good rather than politicking. But she allowed the noblewoman to continue speaking until she saw a small opportunity and pounced, raising her voice to be heard over the drone of the kitsune's.
"And what of you, Lady Konomi? What do you think of the Commander's progress? Surely you can share what you think, unofficially of course. You are here to advise after all, you would not be looked unfavorably upon in sharing your opinion."
With how she was sitting at his side, Lynessa had a full view of the gentle sway of Konomi's body as the woman circled her Subject, preparing to act if she saw something too threatening. But as Konomi detailed how the Mendevian nobles viewed him, putting blame upon him and his crusaders for their success, she found herself disapproving more and more. She had used these approaches herself in her old life, isolating her victims with just her and their doubts, using her honeyed voice to sway them to her side until they hadn't realized they gave themselves away to her. And now the Subject was falling victim.

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>>81446340
A hand landed on Lady Konomi's pipe, drawing it away from the kitsune's body. Purple skin pushed into the woman's space as Lynessa bodily interspaced herself between Konomi and the Commander. Her tail swished, waving away some of the smoke in his face and gently tapping against his forehead to try and shake him out of his stupor.
"Thank you for your suggestion, Lady Konomi. But the council exists to hear out ALL voices, not only those of Nerosyan, and it is vital that we question our other members as to their suggestions. Sosiel, I believe you wished to tell us about the suggestions of the priesthood." The tiefling's eyes stared daggers into the cleric, hoping that he was not so cowed as the rest of them. For all she found him boring, his devotion to Shelyn was not one she questioned. If he was useful he would speak now and interrupt, else she would be forced to take 'other' actions that would reflect less kindly.
"Open those up." A wave of her hand signaled to one of the soldiers to open the large doors to the balcony, allowing fresh air to enter the room and disrupt the thick clouds of smoke and perfume. While this happened, Lynessa gently poked the commander with her tail again.
>She's quite a fun dommy, I can see that! I'm still going to choke her on your dick for trying to upstage me though. Hopefully this wasn't too disruptive to the meeting, playing back-and-forth with this kind of "subtle" manipulation is fun but also trickly.

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>>81446368
Sosiel had kept his head clearer than most. The kitsune's allure slid off him harmlessly; his own gentle naivety was the real vulnerability here. He had simply assumed this must be some longstanding arrangement between the commander and the council.
“Why do you need his opinion?” Konomi asked, letting out a soft, petulant huff. Her lips pursed into an exquisite pout. “Aren’t the council’s wishes plain enough?”
“No,” the paladin said, dragging his thoughts back into line with visible effort. “Lynessa’s right. We should consider every option.”
Sosiel’s proposal was measured and straightforward. Avoid favoritism. Demonstrate that the Crusade would not bow to pressure from Nerosyan, yet remained loyal. Invite the High Priest to a festival; let the capital see they had powerful allies of their own.
Daeran’s suggestion carried a sharper edge.
“No,” the aasimar drawled, leaning back in his chair. “I say we throw a parade in the Commander’s honor. A healthy dose of defiance to remind them we’re not their puppets. Better they leave us alone than drag us into their tedious political theater.” He narrowed his eyes at Konomi. “I know how you adore your little games.”
The kitsune’s expression remained serene, unruffled. Her attention had never truly left Lynessa. She stared the succubus down with cool, unblinking intensity. Whatever subtle influence Lynessa might have tried exerted no visible effect. Was it some counter-enchantment? A hidden ward? Or did like simply recognize like?
Lann shrugged, blunt as ever. “I say we ignore them. What are we supposed to tell the demons when they come crashing through while we’re wasting time and coin on a parade? ‘Sorry, we’re busy showing off our friends in Nerosyan’s court’?”

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Sar’va was barely conscious, slumped against the table with a thin trail of drool escaping her lips. Without the haze of magic to blunt the kitsune’s presence, Konomi’s charms had overwhelmed her completely. Still, she managed a slurred giggle. “We should jus’ bribe them. They jus’ want moneeee… gib em moneeheehee.” She nuzzled the tabletop like a contented cat. Daeran rolled his eyes skyward.
“Yes, let’s bribe them,” he said dryly. “So they won’t interfere while we fight their war. What’s next? Shall we start paying taxes on every demon we kill?”
Konomi ignored them all. Her gaze remained locked on Lynessa, predatory and patient, as though the rest of the room had faded to background noise. Only when silence fell did she turn slowly toward the paladin.
“A parade would be symbolic,” she murmured, voice low and intimate, “and affordable.” She stepped closer, hips swaying with deliberate grace. “We show Nerosyan how deeply we respect and value Her Majesty. A small curtsy to the ones who pay for our arrows, our swords, our bread.”
Her hand lifted. The pad of her thumb brushed slowly across his lower lip, lingering just long enough to part it slightly.
“The Royal Council holds real power, Commander.” Her eyes gleamed through the drifting smoke. “You would not wish to transform patrons into adversaries and force a contest of influence. Please them. Let them see your loyalty is unshaken. Then they will stop fretting over you… and you can return to winning your war.”
She leaned in until her breath ghosted against his ear.
“Be wise,” she whispered. “Obey… just a little.”
>Nope you're responding perfectly. She's definitely a foil for Lynessa, and far more dangerous than even the Succubus might suspect. Lynessa should be wary or even the succubus might wind up eating out the Kitsune and letting her tongue be an ash tray.

Permission to post my evil XIV shota?

>>81446859
Why do they always gotta be evil...

>>81446859
Denied. Middie Lazuto sends her regards.

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>>81446573
Lilac eyes stared back into Konomi, boring into every detail of the kitsune's features. Yes, she had ample curves and softness to her, but the way that she so eagerly brushed aside any dissenting option... yes, Lynessa had known many who would politic and manipulate in her life. These were merely slightly less literal cutthroat interactions.
She made a show of nodding along slightly to the suggestions from Daeran and Sar'va, though she allowed a small frown of disapproval seeing the short curvy goblin slumped on the table and rubbing herself against it. What a useless toy. Finally she listened to Konomi's argument against the other suggestions and why the parade was the clear choice. And when the noblewoman began to touch his face, Lynessa's tail found itself wrapping around the Commander's leg, squeezing it slightly to wake him up from this trance while she cleared her throat.
"In other situations I might agree with your suggestion Lady Konomi, however it is not the Queen's council that the Knight-Commander owes his position and loyalty to, nor are they who appointed him and charged him with leading the crusade. That is Her Majesty herself who alone dictates his tasks, ordered him to reclaim the territories lost in prior Crusades, and that is what he intends to do. Those who support him ought remember that it is a war of survival being fought, not merely against some rival kingdom that will surrender easily. Though I understand the pressure is harder to grasp when one lives in a manor house far from the Worldwound itself."
The demoness made a point of keeping her body close against Konomi's, acting as a bulwark for the Subject to resist the woman's charm as best as possible while she spoke against the idea, or rather, spoke about it and dressed up why it was an option that was inferior to anything else, to prevent her from overrunning the Subject in every decision.

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>>81446999
"I agree that a parade in the honor of Her Majesty certainly would be a sign of favor to her royal council. But it is not them that the Commander need concern himself with. The royal council will find themselves useful to Queen Galfrey, or they will find themselves short an ear willing to listen." She pointedly continued to look into Konomi's eyes, challenging the foxy woman to slip up. "The Knight-Commander and the Queen have brooked no disagreement or misunderstanding of roles, and maintain correspondence. Does that not indicate close ties and knowledge of where he stands relative to her? He has no illusions of disloyalty to the Queen, or desires abovve his station. Only those who wish to leverage the Queen's influence for themselves seem to have such... misconceptions."
"I support Sosiel's agenda; the faith of the Mendevian people in the crusade is surely more vital than those who would gladly abandon such a cause if they thought it would harm their coffers too much. And it is those people who our efforts of showing favor are just as vital as the nobility of Mendev, for it is they who join the crusade so readily, compared to how few of the Mendevian nobility I have counted among our soldiers. If we must parade, do it in the name of Queen Galfrey, and only her, but I would personally suggest that we focus funding better on the support of the clergy and of the common people who become crusaders."
Finishing her little speech, she nodded towards the commander. "The choice is yours as always, Commander." If needed, she would take action outside of the council to ensure that Konomi was not attempting to dictate his choices. There were many ways to skin a mortal, as was the saying in the Isles.

>While a hot scenario... there's two other women to be far more scared of in Lynessa's life.
>Also my last post of the night, apologies. Feel free to continue the council, even if Lynessa loses.

>>81447009
>I think I'll have Konomi and Lynessa go to 'discuss further' after this council, which spares Lynessa from having to meet Arue for the Logistics council, and, in turn, delaying Arue having a reason to rat Lynessa out from recognizing another succubus. I'll let you come up with the reason why Arue wouldn't do such a thing.

>>81445939
NA-anon had a good idea. Plus gives people the opportunity to degrade people in public.

As long as there's a white-list, like a seal of quality or having to actually play with you. Purely to prevent people with less than pure intentions in.

>>81446900
Good xiv shotas get corrupted before they get a chance to come here. Evil ones do the corrupting.

>>81447057
>I wonder, do you mean discussion discussing further, or more mutual seduction and trying power plays "discussing" for those two? Fun either way! For Arue one thing I was debating is if Lynessa being experimented and 'improved' by Areelu like I've alluded to in some posts does anything for being able to detect her? Or maybe it's just trying to leverage Nocticula's somewhat support for observing him, or just threatening to ensure Arue falls back again. Many options. But for now goodnight! Thank you for writing with me for half the day lol, it was fun as always.

>>81447100
There would have to be. I don't think I'll even post it anywhere, but rather privately invite people I or NA-anon can vouch for.

>>81447140
>I figure it's the two of them attempting to dom one another. Konomi assumes that Lynessa is an upstart tiefling using all the basic bitch tricks of the trade. Konomi is protected against charms and the like because she knows how ubiquitous it is to use in political dealing (like the way she does) Lynessa is of course more physically powerful, but failing to dominate Konomi is as much an admission of inferiority as submitting to her. And Konomi isn't just a master of the techniques, she's got a honeyed tongue on par with any succubus, and more than enough skills as a Courtesan. Specifically she has levels as a Geisha Bard and an Enchanting Courtesan, Even knowing what she's doing, there's a real chance of Lynessa winding up seduced by touch and word and made to submit. Konomi isn't the kind of woman to 'scare' her, she wants to impose her will on others and be the Dominant Woman. It's a writing exercise for you when you are on next. the KonomixLynessa scene. I give you full rein on winner, how it goes down and everything.
>As for Arue, same thing there, whatever reason is best for you we'll go with.

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Konomi stepped forward until her body pressed flush against Lynessa’s, forcing the tiefling to bend backward slightly under the deliberate weight of her advance. The kitsune’s curves molded to Lynessa’s, a slow, possessive claim that left no room for retreat.
“I understand perfectly,” Konomi whispered, lips brushing the shell of Lynessa’s ear, “that you have never once heard the word ‘no’ in your miserable life.” Her voice dripped with contempt. “Your kind are so common I have lost count of you. You fling your cheap charms about and squeal for men to chase you, to follow you.” Those amber eyes burned with open loathing. “You’re starved for attention. You want them thinking of you even when it wounds them.”
A single finger traced a languid path down the front of Lynessa’s shirt, slipping between the swell of her breasts. “It’s pathetic, really—how desperately insecure you are.”
With a firm push Konomi sent the tiefling stumbling back into her chair. She retrieved her pipe, twirling it between long, elegant fingers as she inhaled deeply, letting the smoke curl from her nostrils like a dragon savoring its prey.
“But that’s to be expected,” she continued, voice silky and venomous, “when your family lay with our enemies and let abyssal spawn run down their legs, staining your blood forever.”
“I do think Sosiel is correct,” the paladin interjected, trying to reclaim the room.
“A moment, Commander.” Konomi turned smoothly, fingers catching his chin and guiding his face toward hers with gentle but unyielding pressure. “I understand you are accustomed to being the highest authority in every matter. Political decisions are the exception. I am the professional here. You are not.” Her thumb brushed his lower lip. “By ignoring my counsel you are not only inviting needless conflict with the capital, you are disregarding basic sense. I urge you to reconsider.”
Silence thickened the air.

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Then the paladin’s voice came, low and edged with frost. “You think you have the right to speak to me that way?”
Konomi shrugged, utterly unafraid. “I hope you will forgive this small rebellion. I am merely doing my duty—satisfying my superiors in Nerosyan.” Her gaze flicked back to Lynessa, sharp as a blade. “Who are, incidentally, your superiors as well.”
“We are part of this council at your invitation,” Lynessa snapped, rising halfway from her seat. “Why summon us if you have no intention of hearing our opinions?”
Konomi’s smile was razor-thin. “I am simply suggesting the Commander give you time to learn the basics of diplomacy. I realize the concept escapes you—after all, you have only ever known the game as prey, never as player. But I speak from experience.”
She turned fully to the paladin then, leaning in until her breath ghosted across his skin, voice dropping to a heated murmur. “Without a proper council, your decrees might be mistaken for the whims of a tyrant. I have only your best interests at heart, Commander. Please—do not let rhetoric sway you. Choose wisely.”
The room fell heavy and still.
“I maintain that religious festivals are the best way to preserve our neutrality,” the paladin said at last, tone final.
Konomi sighed theatrically, then slid onto his lap with liquid grace. She settled astride him, hips rolling in a slow, deliberate grind that pressed her heat against him. “I cannot challenge your decision,” she purred, taking another deep drag from the pipe. Smoke drifted between them, coiling around his face as her left ankle hooked over his shoulder. Her right foot trailed lazily up and down his leg, teasing. “However, I have no choice but to report to the capital that you have disregarded my recommendations.”
She leaned closer, lips brushing his ear. “Actions like these are exactly what give Nerosyan cause for concern, Commander. I hope you will reconsider this… defiant stance in the future.”

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>>81447338
Her voice dipped into an almost-moan. “And with that, we may adjourn the Diplomatic Council.”
Fingers traced lightly along his sides, nails grazing through fabric. “It is unfortunate things grew so tense. But I am certain we will have many more opportunities to… resolve our little misunderstandings.”
Her breath was hot, her scent dizzying. Lynessa surged to her feet.
Konomi rose in the same motion, tails unfurling from where they had curled possessively around the paladin. She met Lynessa’s glare with cold, unblinking intensity.
“Oh, and if you wish to speak with me privately—to work out our differences…” Her lips curved into a cruel, inviting smile. “You are welcome in my quarters any time. I am quite… welcoming.”
With that she swept from the room, hips swaying, pipe trailing faint smoke behind her like a banner of victory.
Sar’va remained slumped against the table, giggling softly to herself. Sosiel looked politely baffled. Daeran pressed his lips together, shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter.
“This is going to be fun,” he managed before Lynessa’s glare sent him skipping out the door.

—

The paladin collapsed onto his bed at last, every muscle heavy with exhaustion. Somehow the Diplomatic Council had drained him more thoroughly than the heated, breathless release of the previous two meetings combined. He resolved then and there to never schedule them all on the same day again.
Logistics was next. He closed his eyes, willing himself to steal whatever brief rest he could before the inevitable knock came.
It arrived sooner than he hoped. A soft rap at the door, followed by Anevia’s familiar voice, warm with quiet amusement.
“Sorry to wake you, Commander,” she said as she slipped inside. A small smile curved her lips. “But it’s about to start.”

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over stimulating the aspies!

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>>81445426
I remember you shared your mcdf a while ago. You still have a link?

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>>81448676
I'll just reupload them ez!
Naked: https://files.catbox.moe/78715i.mcdf
Preferred slut outfit: https://files.catbox.moe/c5fww3.mcdf
Preferred "normal" outfit: https://files.catbox.moe/snz3di.mcdf
Thanks in advance if you decide to use me, you take great screenshots~

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>>81447384
The logistics council felt markedly different from the earlier ones. Arueshalae sat quietly, hands folded in her lap, her posture meek and attentive. Lann worked on his bowstring with short, irritated tugs, still visibly annoyed from the last meeting. Sar'va had mostly sobered up; she rubbed her eyes and let out a long, jaw-cracking yawn. Wenduag, by contrast, licked her lips with open hunger, eyes fixed on the paladin. When no one else was watching, she parted her mouth wide, tongue rolling slowly around the air in a deliberate, obscene mimicry, clearly trying to plant the memory of her throat wrapped around him once more.
Dorgelinda looked every inch the veteran she was—worn, scarred, and unflinching. She had seen the front lines the same as any soldier and carried the weight of every failure in her voice. The picture she painted was grim. Since they had taken Drezen, everything had grown chaotic. Supplies vanished through cracks created by incompetent overseers and outright thieves. The sheer volume of new needs had overwhelmed the old systems.
Sar'va offered the bluntest solution. “Let ‘merchants’ handle it. They’re all in it for coin. They won’t let their own stocks disappear, and they always find what you need.”
“Thieves,” Lann said flatly. “You’re suggesting we put thieves in charge.”
“It sounds worse when you phrase it like that.”
Arueshalae spoke up with gentle sincerity. “We should appoint only the most honest people to the task.”
Wenduag barked a laugh. “Until someone stronger comes along and pushes them aside. I don’t want our quartermasters to be weak-willed fools who fold the moment a real threat appears.” She turned to the paladin, eyes gleaming. “Put mercenaries in charge. We don’t have too little—we have too much, and it’s being wasted. A few cutthroats will make people think twice before stealing.”

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Lann cut in. “Do it the way the tribe did. Veterans. They’ve lived it. They know their gear, what breaks, what lasts. They’ll understand what our soldiers actually need.”
Sar'va scoffed. “Veterans know how to use gear, not how to get it. One missing sword and the whole chain collapses.”
Dorgelinda leaned forward. “I say we find the ones in our ranks who still have connections to the capital. Appoint them quartermasters. The Queen has good men rotting in Nerosyan counting buttons when they could be doing real work here, where the war actually is.”
For once the discussion felt refreshingly straightforward. Even Wenduag’s proposal carried no real venom. The paladin almost dared to hope he might escape this meeting unscathed.
Then his head dipped as Sar'va slipped beneath the table. Small, deft fingers freed his cock; her tongue coiled around the tip in hot, wet swirls, teasing with practiced skill before she pulled back just enough to present herself. That enormous, glistening ass rose into his lap, cheeks clapping softly as she settled against him. A low growl rumbled in his throat. He glanced up to find Wenduag staring, lips wet, hunger plain in every line of her face. If he did not end this soon, they would be discovered.
“I think Sar'va has a solid point,” he said, voice strained but steady. “A wise man once told me that if crime is inevitable, it might as well be organized. If we sanction it, the skimming will happen—but it will stay within limits we can control and match our actual needs.”
He glared downward. Sar'va had already sunk fully onto him, taking him deep into the tight heat of her ass.
“Anyway—go get it organized,” he ordered.
Lann gave a sardonic wave and left. The others lingered. Dorgelinda stared straight ahead for a long moment, then slowly squatted, a sly smirk spreading across her weathered face.

>>81448676
Momma told me to. never stick my dick in crazy, but damn...

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>>81448892
“What a naughty little bitch you’ve got there,” the dwarf said, eyes glinting. “If I were still as fit as I used to be, I’d take you for a ride myself, stallion.” She chuckled at the crimson flood that rose in the paladin’s cheeks.
Sar'va’s rhythm shifted from covert to shameless. The wet slap of her hips against his lap grew louder, unmistakable. Wenduag shed her clothes in a careless heap, fingers trailing possessively across the paladin’s chest. “Even malformed, you could still serve the Master well,” she hissed, teeth grazing the side of his neck.
Dorgelinda paused, smirk widening into something dangerous. “If I rode that young buck, he’d never need either of you again.”
The words landed like a thrown gauntlet. Sar'va surged forward until his shaft slipped free, smacking audibly against the underside of the table.
“Go ahead, ‘bitch’,” the goblin snapped. “Think your body can match mine?”
Wenduag moved to block the door, a low snarl rising in her throat. “Strip.”
The dwarf glanced between the goblin and the mongrelwoman before letting out a rough scoff. She reached for the clasps of her armor and clothing, peeling them away piece by piece until they pooled at her feet. Scars crisscrossed her skin—hard-earned marks from battles long past—and the shriveled hand and deep claw-rakes across her face were impossible to miss. Yet beneath the damage lay a lush, full-figured body, heavy breasts and wide hips that could easily rival Sar’va’s own.
“How the hell did you ever squeeze all that into armor?” Sar’va blurted.
Dorgelinda smirked, sauntering forward and delivering a sharp hip-check that sent the goblin sprawling. “I had my ways.”
She climbed into the paladin’s lap without hesitation, straddling him with confident weight. One good hand lifted in a lazy salute while she eyed the thick length jutting up between them.

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>>81449244
“Fuck, you’re hung like a damn horse.” She licked her lips, then wrapped them around the swollen head and slammed down in a single, practiced motion. Her throat opened for him effortlessly, nose pressing flush to his pelvis as she swallowed him to the root. The wet, rhythmic gulps filled the room while she bobbed with professional skill, face-fucking herself on his cock.
Wenduag licked her lips in appreciation. Sar’va stared up, visibly impressed.
“You must’ve been the regimental whore,” the mongrelwoman slurred.
Dorgelinda only hummed agreement around the shaft buried in her throat, taking him deep over and over, cheeks hollowing with each pull. The paladin gripped the arms of the chair, panting like a beast already on the edge.
Then she popped off with a wet smack, flicking the glistening tip with her good hand and leaving him throbbing and denied.
“I was one of those gals who knew how to get equipment,” she said with a sly grin, glancing over her shoulder. “Had a different nickname before ‘Stranglehold.’” Her eyes locked on the paladin’s. “You’re fuckin’ aching, aren’t you? So close you could blow without even being touched. That’d be pathetic for the leader of the Crusade, big boy.”
She pursed her lips and blew a slow, teasing stream of warm air across the head, watching his cock jump and twitch with every puff. She flicked it lightly with a finger, delighting in the way it bounced.
“If he’s that pent up,” she mused, turning slightly, “I was definitely right. A gal like me would ruin him… for—”
The paladin surged to his feet. His shadow fell over her. Before she could finish the taunt, that massive shaft cracked across her cheek. She barely had time to gasp “H-hey, eas—” before he seized her head and drove brutally into her throat.

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>>81449291
His hands clamped around her neck like he was gripping a fleshlight, hips snapping forward in savage rhythm. The wet clap of flesh against flesh echoed as he fucked her face with unrestrained fury, stroking himself through the tight tunnel of her throat. Her hair splayed across his thighs; muffled, choked moans vibrated around his length. A fresh puddle formed beneath her as her body shuddered through orgasm after orgasm, her good hand tapping desperately against his leg. He ignored it.
Four councils. Four times these insatiable sluts had ambushed him, teased him, pushed him to the brink. All he had wanted was one meeting—any meeting—where he could keep control. Instead he was surrounded by horny, dripping bitches, even his quartermaster reduced to a randy slut desperate to be ravaged by his throbbing cock.
Sar’va dove beneath him, burying her face against his heavy balls. She licked and kissed, marking them with sloppy affection while her tiny hands stroked whatever she could reach. Wenduag spread her thighs wide, offering her soaked cunt. He buried his tongue inside her without hesitation, lapping at her spiced, sweet honey like a man starved. It poured down his throat, hot and heady.
He was pure animal now—fucking without thought, using Dorgelinda’s throat as a sleeve built for his pleasure alone. Her strangled moans and the slick mess pooling on the floor told him everything he needed to know.
He never noticed Arueshalae had not left.
The succubus sat invisible in the corner, tongue lolling, golden eyes wide as saucers. Her Elysium prince—her radiant dream—was lost in a carnal storm she had never witnessed, at least not like this. For her, sex had always meant violation: one person taking, the other left empty. But here everyone burned with pleasure. The women writhed and moaned and came again and again under his touch.

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>>81449305
Her fingers slipped between her thighs, sliding through her own slick heat as she panted. She could not touch him—could not risk draining him, even by accident. A succubus’s caress could kill. So she watched, squirming, hips rocking in helpless rhythm as she fingered herself furiously, trying to mirror the way his tongue plunged into Wenduag, the way his cock pistoned into Dorgelinda’s throat.
“They feel so good,” she whimpered, voice trembling with awe and longing. “H-he’s going to ruin them. They’ll never want anyone else again.”
Her free hand pawed at her breasts, pinching and kneading as she sank deeper into delirious need, thighs clenching around her own hand while tears of overwhelmed desire slipped down her cheeks.

—

The dwarf gripped her own hair in a white-knuckled fist, panting in sharp, ragged bursts. Her legs splayed wide under the relentless drive of his hips; each deep thrust forced her abdomen to bulge visibly around the thick intrusion. Her eyes remained locked on the obscene sight of her own body stretching to take him, wide and glassy with lust.
“Mmph—fuck!” she moaned, voice cracking into a raw squeal. “Fuck, you’re so good at this! Don’t stop, you dumb bastard—ruin me!”
Sar’va scrambled atop her at once, small hands mauling the dwarf’s heavy breasts, pinching and kneading the soft flesh with greedy enthusiasm. Dorgelinda barely had time to draw breath before Wenduag lowered herself, smothering the quartermaster’s face beneath slick, demanding heat. The mongrelwoman ground down hard, forcing Dorgelinda’s tongue deep inside her while the dwarf’s muffled cries vibrated straight into Wenduag’s core.

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>>81449476
Pleasure spiraled upward in chaotic waves, underscored by the frantic, wet sounds of Arueshalae’s fingers plunging between her own thighs. Invisible in the corner, the succubus panted like a creature in heat. Her golden eyes drank in every detail: the way the women arched and shuddered, the shared ecstasy rippling through them, the sheer joy painted across their faces as they surrendered to him. For Arueshalae, who had known only violation and one-sided hunger, this was revelation—humans fucking with mutual delight, everyone fed and fulfilled. Her fingers worked faster, chasing the crest again and again.
They came in a cascading arpeggio.
Dorgelinda shattered first, howling into Wenduag’s cunt as her body convulsed. The mongrelwoman followed an instant later, thighs clamping around the dwarf’s head while phantom aftershocks from the earlier council kept Sar’va teetering on the edge. The goblin squealed next, tiny frame jerking as she ground herself against Dorgelinda’s heaving stomach. And in the shadows Arueshalae broke silently, squirting over her own hand in shuddering waves, orgasm after orgasm crashing through her while she watched her radiant dream conquer every woman in the room. When it ended she slumped against the wall, twitching, flushed crimson, chest heaving. A new, terrible addiction had rooted itself deep inside her.

—

The paladin finally collapsed onto his bed, utterly spent. Every council had wrung him dry; his body felt hollowed out by endless, insatiable desire. He locked the door, sank into the mattress, and let oblivion take him.
Or so he thought.
In the dream he could not fully wake from, a familiar voice panted nearby—low, broken, desperate. He knew it at once. Minagho.

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>>81449509
He could not see her clearly, only feel her presence, sense the frantic rhythm of her fingers as they tortured swollen, reddened flesh. Her labia looked abused, puffy and inflamed from days—perhaps weeks—of relentless attention. Dark purple bruises mottled her abdomen in overlapping fist-prints of varying sizes and depths, as though different hands had struck her again and again in search of release. Her broken horn was slowly regrowing, jagged and uneven. Sweat soaked the sheets beneath her thrashing body.
“Let me cum!” she bellowed, voice raw and cracking. “Come on—come ON!”
Her trembling fist rose, then slammed down into her own gut. Her hips bucked wildly at the impact; her head lashed from side to side. “Not enough! It’s never fucking enough!”
The bed was drenched. Her lips cracked at the corners from dehydration and constant biting. Since Drezen—since that holy fist had driven into her with merciless disrespect—she had been unable to finish. The memory of it, the perfect blend of pain, pleasure, and utter humiliation, haunted her every waking moment. Her fingers worked in a frenzied blur now, chasing the ghost of that sensation. She hated him. She craved him. She wanted to serve at his feet, to enslave him as she had once enslaved Staunton, to wrap her hands around his throat and squeeze until the light left his eyes.
Need consumed her. Need to cum. Need to kill him. Need to fuck him. Need to break him. Need—
“—need you, Commander.”
Anevia’s calm voice cut through the haze. The paladin jolted awake, heart hammering, skin slick with sweat that was not entirely his own.
>And that is all four of the level 1 councils done. I definitely need to ensure they're spaced out better for pacing, but then Act 2 had so much space between sex, I feel like i'm making up for it.

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>>81444368
Fuck it, let's see.
>Name
Ayla
>Race
Skinwalker (Bear)
>Role
Front-line support
>Alignment
Lawful-trying-to-be-Good. Probably Lawful Neutral.
>Stats
Roll for me, please.
>Class
Feyspeaker Druid or Skald with Beast Totem and Shapeshifting Mastery, depending on what'll fit better.
>Backstory
I don't know enough about Golarion to make specific calls. She's from some isolated tribe of skinwalkers in the far north of THE LANDS OF THE LINNORM KINGS, and traveling to learn about the world in preparation for becoming a wise woman. She may have gotten a little carried away with it.
>Crusadin
On principle. Fuck demons and fuck allowing their dubious landscaping projects to spread further. Especially toward her homeland. Also, with that kind of name the capital ought to be interesting.
>Birthdate
Roll, please
>God
Yrmidar and an endless collection of lesser spirits. She's the type to leave a little offering or say a prayer for the river she just crossed, or for the tree she just rested under.
>Background
WARRIOR OF THE LINNORM KINGS
>Kinks
free use, public nudity, useless clothing, discipline/reinforcement, petplay, ponyplay, feral-assisted domination, monsters
>Path
Aeon if practical. She likes order.
>Councils
Logistics.

>>81448786
how does one use these?

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reinstalled HotS

Anyone wanna teach league to an iron-level retard while one of us degrades the other?

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Reinstalled Civ 7.

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OW is so back

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>>81451129
I loved HotS shame that it isn't really supported anymore

>>81452968
It was the only fun moba, right up until they added overwatch characters,

>>81453007
NTA, yeah that was the only non-sweaty moba. Then they released Tracer and she was so broken that I one-tricked her into Grandmaster lol. Pity that it's shut down.

HOTS got shut down? Then what was I playing a bit ago...

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>>81453007
I think that D.Va, Ana and Zarya fit the game quite well. The rest are free to fuck off though. D.Va is probably my fav bruiser and second fav comfort hero (only after abathur)

>>81453101
oh fuck its not? I thought they shut it down, wtf why am I not playing then right now

>>81453101
It hit maintenance mode, where they said the game would not get further updates or changes. Which to most people made it "Dead".

>>81453179
They're still balancing the game, occasionally reworking heroes, and adding skins
Who knows, now that Bobby is gone it might actually get attention again (Tho that might be hopeful).

>>81453218
Oh thanks, I'll download it again and be a bit silly :3

>>81450643
Brio load mcdf option while you're in gpose, or one of the Loporrit settings.
>>81451823
Grim

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>>81453218
I'm going to have to revisit it then!!

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iicr a few heroes were like mostly finished in development but their release just got paused. Would be nice if they push them out.

>>81453316
Still waiting for Blackthorne, fucker was announced in beta and still never got added.

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Quiet today.

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>>81453101
Its so annoying what they did to HOTS. It had a very clear niche it could've filled and a huge potential roster and they had to force esports into it and killed it when it didnt work.

>>81453308
I felt like playing a little of the first era, there's still some fun there. But now im playing a bit of Beyond Earth.

>>81447212
>Writing longer argument stuff with myself is a challenge but I'll do my best if this is what you'd enjoy. I'll think on how to balance their personalities and who might win in the exchanges and such.
>And noted. I'm going to be busy later in the day so I might only be able to get both this and Arue done but I'll leave that in the air.

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>>81452320
Yeah I'm back in too
I wish Juno had some cuter skins

Post twerksluts!

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>>81448786
Thanks!

>>81456133
God I love this kitty, picture of perfection

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>>81456053
the greed of some of you people was read about in the bible

>>81456133
Shotabait

>>81456394
I mean ones that I can buy!! The good ones are all time gated in the shop...

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>>81453949
Still around? Someone wants to say hello...

>>81457883
Too late, alas. If we start now I'll be a wreck tomorrow... but I did follow the instructions.

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>>81457933
You really are a good girl, you know that? I can't wait to hear all about it. You end up a fucking wreck by the time we're done regardless but get some sleep if you need it. I'm sure you'll more than make it up to your new boyfriend for keeping him waiting.

>>81456394
for me? it's the Cupid skin I think

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>>81445241
For Veshka I decided to slot her into the Mesmerist class. While it has no sneak attack, it has very rogue-like skills, a focus on hypnotism and assisting party members with her 'Charisma' Modifier, and she won't cross over into Sar'va's rogue/Vivi niches. Also has a spellbook for merging, and I love merging spellbooks. I would assume Azata or Trickster for her Mythic Path.

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"I like you. I'll let you watch me fuck your wife."

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>>81458408
my wife is gonna be disappointed you're not a tauren but hey she's used to disappointment by now

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>>81458459
She won't be when she's got my girlsperm swimming in her.

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>>81450462
>Chooses Charisma based casters
>Chooses the Race with a Charisma penalty
Guess I'm devoting a mythic feat to this...
Yrmidar isn't incorporated because she's a 2E god. I've selected Erastil for now, if you want to update whenever just let me know. And your transformation gives you +2 Wisdom god in heaven, if you were almost any other druid you'd be bonkers.

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Ended up making an Orc huntress, who should I message for an invite to the guild on Turtle?

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>Playing Rivals for the first time because my kid loves it.
>Decide to try Emma because I've mostly been playing tanks
>She has a damn chokeslam.

I might be an Emma main, anons.

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>>81449551
As Konomi pushed up against her body Lynessa returned the motion, their chests being flush against each other's, midsections meeting and their hips brushing up. Venom oozed from the advisor's voice as she whispered into the demon's pointed ear, but Lynessa could not help but find the entire diatribe as boring. This kitsune thought she was some lowborn tiefling gutter trash, coasting by on her looks and the ability to giggle like some vapid hanger-on girl. She would be quite disappointed in the truth then, when her clever words and charms failed.
Resisting the urge to bite the bitch's lip as Konomi stayed fully in her face, she instead only whispered out a barb of her own before she was shoved back into her seat. "I've never wanted for attention, but by all means, continue to tell me of your own failings."
Her back hit the chair behind her as she was pushed away, but her eyes never left Konomi's as the meeting continued and soon ended. So she wished to "work out their differences" after the fact? Lynessa recognized a baited trap when she saw it. And yet if it meant taking a piece off the board, and out of the Subject's way...

—

The walk to the mansion that Lady Konomi had maneuvered her way into taking over for her stay in Drezen gave Lynessa ample time to consider her approach and what she would need to do. She had changed out of the simple shirt and pants that she had worn though the day, now garbed in a fine silk dress and golden chains that snaked through her horns. Her lips were painted a soft red to contrast the darker hue of her skin, and dark wings of makeup framed her eyes delightfully. The benefits of being able to shape her own form as she liked.
Lady Konomi... Lynessa did not directly dislike the woman, nor her methods. It was only that she had targeted the Subject and treated him as an inferior to be controlled. Such arrogance must be corrected, she was to serve him, not the other way around.

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>>81459946
"I've come to speak with your lady." She addressed the man guarding the door, watching the insignia of the Mendev army on his breastplate as he stood at attention, turning to knock on the door softly before it was opened by a fresh-faced young man with handsome features.
"A woman's here, says she wishes to speak to Lady Konomi." The outside guard rumbled, causing the other man to quickly example Lynessa and look her up and down. Her figure was not the same generous curve that she had seduced the Subject with before, but they were still generously soft and ample, rivaling Konomi's own body and wrapped in a dress designed to showcase her body as such. She smiled as she caught him staring, eyes locked on her chest until she coughed politely and startled him.
"If you would?" The tiefling smiled disarmingly at the young man, reminding him of what he was supposed to do for her.
"A-ah, yes. I believe she mentioned you. I'll inform her right away, please, step inside." The door opened wider and she stepped into enemy territory, eyes idly taking in the entrance hall and the cushioned seats that lined one of the walls. Whomever had given Konomi use of this mansion had some taste, remodeling so extensively after just retaking the city, though a poor use of resources. As time continued and no sign of the boy returning, she took a seat and slipped a small flat container from the bag she had brought.
A dark red substance sat inside, and the tiefling dipped one finger into the container, pulling it free and bringing it to her lip. Cosmetic was reapplied, smeared evenly along her plump lips until they were properly stained with the color, the small bits of powder on her skin tingling. She snapped the container closed once more, eyeing the faint pink symbol that had been engraved on the back of the lacquered wood. A familiar tool. But she stowed it as the young man returned.
"Lady Konomi is prepared to receive you now."

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>>81459969
Rising from her chair, Lynessa nodded at the man, walking along the hall and towards the stairs upward. But she paused as she reached the young man and leaned in toward him for a moment.
"You have my thanks for being so... prompt. And your staring, well a girl can enjoy a compliment." Lips pressed against his cheek for a split second before the tiefling was walking away, a smudge of crimson on his face tingling pleasantly. And she smiled to herself when he could not see. Within the hour, he would be finding himself unbearably aroused with no concept of why, panting and whimpering in his quarters with a hand stuffed into his pants, or seeing out someone else to attept at relieving his need.
But she had no concern for that. Heeled boots clacked on polished wood as she stepped up the stairs and onto the second floor, following the servant's directions to reach Lady Konomi's office. Not that it was strictly needed, the room was obvious from the scent of jasmine and smoke emanating through the frame.
Within the room, she could see the multiple tails of the kitsune waving idly as she clutched a quill in one hand, writing on a parchment. A soft knock on the door by the servant caused her to look up and meet Lynessa's eyes.
"Enter." The imperious woman called out as she eased the doccument to the side. A report to her superiors in Nerosyan, likely. Lynessa stepped into the room, standing in front of the desk. Konomi had not changed her clothing, still in the silk robe and her pipe was clutched beneath one finger as she placed the quill down, curls of the dark smoke rising to the ceiling.
"Welcome to my residence in this city," Konomi drawled, leaning forward against her desk and allowing her chest to rest upon the wood. "I did not recieve your name at the meeting, Miss..."
"Lynessa." The succubus supplied, eyes locked on to Konomi. "I believe that meeting ended in a way that was detrimental to our cooperation. We are on the same side, after all."

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>>81459988
"Then let us discuss this misunderstanding between us. You may come close and sit." Konomi voice oozed disdain, the advisor standing up and gesturing for Lynessa to approach. But the tiefling did not take the seat in front of the desk, instead she walked around it to be face to face with the kitsune and grasped the woman's cheeks.
She planted a kiss on both of Lady Konomi's cheeks in greeting. Small flecks ofher lip paint rubbed off on the kitsune's face, specks of red on the otherwise flawless features. Her tails stilled for a moment as the kiss settled, but quickly she returned to her composed exterior while Lynessa took the offered seat.
"A custom of yours, I imagine?" The soft tone of the noble's voice carried an edge of danger, but she buried it in the normal faux pleasantry. "I will be upfront, it would do well to remember that it is by my invitation that many of the members sit on council and you espeically as assistant to the Commander, not an advisor." Nine tails swayed behind the advisor as she sat back down and leaned forward again. Large breasts rested upon the desk, covering part of the surface while she stared amber into Lynessa. "If you believe that you've some legitimacy in your position simply because he has slept with you before, you're sorely mistaken," Crimson nails tapped against the wood before her. "And I will see you removed from his retinue if you continue to act out. This is no longer your playing field, little girl. It is mine." Ice filled her voice, a soft hiss of a predator leaving painted lips with a smile on her face.
"Of course, you are here to give suggestion as well, *Lady* Konomi. You are given no actual authority over the Commander's Crusade," Lynessa smiled as she returned the venom. "I'd hate to see you mistaken about what his role is in this Crusade. Your insight would be invaluable— after all, the approach suggested by the Royal Council has served the Crusade *so* well these past decades."
The game had begun.

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>>81460020
"The Crusade needs Mendev. Mendev needs the Crusade. We needn't be enemies, little girl. There might be many who would praise such spirited opinion," Her eyes carried nothing but flat disrespect to the girl. "But there is a time when you ought to know to bow. If you cannot understand that, perhaps you are best on your knees instead, without such silly defiance."
"Ah, but I'm afraid that the Commander himself has asked I continue my assistance to him, and by my account it is not Mendev's council that we need to please, but her ruler."

—

As the meeting between her and the upstart abyss-blooded little whore continued, Konomi could feel her body growing hot; while she had teased the Commander in the meeting, used curves to ensure that he was nice and pliant to her words, she had not expected his body to have an effect on her. Rubbing herself in his lap, rolling her hips and grinding her core against him, she had found it more enjoyable than the usual individuals she was to entertain and watch. Feeling his body beneath her, the bulge in his trousers, mnnn. She might have seduced him even if there was no benefit bringing him under her wing and reminding him the benefits of following her instruction. Her tails had gotten a nice feel of his broad shoulders before she had been forced out of his lap...
"Is something troubling you, Lady Konomi? Do you require something?" Batting her eyelashes, the horned girl offered her hand to her, like she needed *help* from a low-class girl. She waved the girl off, wrapping her lips around the lip of her pipe and inhaling, allowing the smoke to fill her lungs and then slowly letting it curl out of her nose and the corners of her mouth. She was the master here, and this girl would realize that quickly. Thighs rubbed together softly as she shifted in place.
The smirk grew on Lynessa's face, forcing another flicker of anger through Konomi. She made a show of sniffing the air and giving the kitsune a knowing look.

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>>81460039
The glare on Konomi's face made almost all of her designs worth it for only that moment. Of course, watching the little reactions from the courtier was still a threat even when she had unintentionally been dosed with an aphrodisiac by the disguised succubus. This was only to.... loosen her up.
She watched the way that the noble was unconsciously pursing her lips around her pipe, working them along the lip slightly, like she wished it was something else. Underneath the heavy smoke, the scent of sex and sweat was beginning to fill the room. After nearly an hour of trading barbed insults, the dried succubus spittle that she had coated her lips with was finally acting on Konomi's body. Where charm magic failed, simple bodily nature succeeded, and it was not even a poison that your normal apothecary would think to check for. Arrogant bitch deserved what she was feeling.

Each breath stirred her body, a hazy thrill running through nerves that were on fire. This was a heat unlike any she had felt before, her breasts heaving as she took in a deep breath from her pipe. Between her legs, a fire was blooming in her pussy, liquid arousal dripping down her thighs and soaking into her robes. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest while her clit *throbbed* with need.
She needed to tend to her needs, to get the release that she craved and enjoy a dozen orgasms before she could return to caring about the purple skinned slut that had stood up to her at the council. The look on the tiefling girl's face annoyed her, like the bitch hadn't been drooling over her superior as well.
"That's enough. Out, I will speak to you later." She snapped. This wouldn't be their last meeting.

—

Lynessa gave the guard at the door a smile, batting her eyes as he let her out of the house. She ignored the faint souds that could be heard from the office as she left, movement and cloth shifting.
"Do tell your Lady that I'd happily have tea with her again some time. Perhaps next week?"

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>>81447212
>Leaving it slightly vague/setting up a return at some point to this, sort of a longer kind of corruption thing. Mostly because it was taking me forever and I didn't want to keep you waiting, plus wanted to get a post out before ttrpg session. It feels long enough really. Hopefully I captured your Konomi well. I can write up another bit after my session if you'd like or leaving it like this is fine with me.
>Will do Arue another time. This kind of stuff was a lot rougher, sorry if it's not put together well or went on too long or something.

>>81460111
>You have nothing to apologize, it was a lovely read. You hit it right on the nose where all the tricks of the trade fail it comes down to seduction and physicality, preying upon the bodies desires. Have fun at your TTRPG session.
>Only question. For the major quests of Act 3. Excluding the Fane (Both girls will join there) where do you want Valeria and Lynessa to go? The Dragon Hunt, Wintersun, Molten Core, Arueshalae's meeting with the Hag and the labyrinth. Should I assume both come to the Abandoned House with him?

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>>81459944
What the fuck? We got parents in here? I thought we were all virgin neets...

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>>81460268
Oh, very happy you liked it so much. The use of a drug/poison felt perfect for avoiding the normal "she has protection against charms and poisons" and whatnot, plus it fits for a succubus to know that their fluids cause a woman to go into heat. Like how there's drugs made with demon blood.
Hmmmm. For the big quests that's a tricky one. Mostly because both could be good for advancing their own "Etudes" and development with Paladin-kun. But if I had to pick specifics, Valeria with Arueshalae's meeting might be a good one, and slaying an evil dragon is perfect for our favorite angelic warrior.
Wintersun... I think that would be good for either. Lynessa would do well for her showing how good things can come with not just killing demons, even if it is manipulation. But of course cleansing tainted villages is also perfect for Valeria.
Molten Core feels good for both honestly, either for Lynessa pushing him to fully accept the corrupted crusaders and lean a bit more demon or for Valeria suggesting that he try to cleanse/redeem them. Hard pick really.
Ivory Sanctum probably best to bring your Angel with you, especially since Inheribro shows up there too. Could be a good catalyst for her showing her true form. Or Pulura's fall too.
Really there's too many that work for both lol. That's probably not the most helpful answer honestly. Act 3 is a long-ish one though, so there might be ample opportunity to give both some spotlight.
>Should I assume both come to the Abandoned House with him?
Absolutely. They both will want to punish little miss helpful.

>>81460615
Oh definitely for that, I meant Areelu's Laboratory.

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>>81460773
Oh, oh. That makes sense as well. Yeah, both being there in the lab would be a fun thing. Probably best to have all the mercs there, even if that's too big for normal party sizes.
if in doubt Lynessa was just spying, or something. Like in the initial siege of Drezen.

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>>81460546
Come on, these threads are home to so many classic WoW players who are around my age or older.

And now to load the game up with horny mods and find people to play with.

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>>81456133
Who do I need to fuck to get good shit like that done for my Lala?

>>81462586
Jeffery Epstein

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>>81458282
That's fair. I built her as a rogue in my playthrough because the learning curve with a bunch of fresh classes was a little bit high for my first time. What's important is that a pretty rakshasa-blooded tiefling is getting bent over every table in Mendev.
>I'm seeing her as someone who's not nearly as patient a seductress as in the court scenes- she'll push around people who want it, but she's just as likely to end up begging for someone to spit in her mouth if she's into them and they don't immediately grovel.

>>81460546
>>81460889
Yeah, I’m a dad and I was brought into this thread through vanilla WoW.
>tfw i realize the healslut i’ve been plapping was born after i lost my virginity in the 90s and is therefore young enough to be my kid

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<3 Master Venom!

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>>81459944
yanking out a full health healer and then doing the wall kick combo because they were two steps out of position feels so good~

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>>81462954
oh is it that time already?

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Debating if I should find someone in ffxiv on main or just use an alt instead

>>81463548
Personally I see no reason to play an alt when mods are involved.
If your partner hits you with "I'm in the mood for Roeussy" you just change and that's it

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>>81463331
It's always time to praise Master Venom!

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>>81463567
I do have irl friends connected to my main thus my hesitation, but i see your point.

>>81463655
I mean, as long as you don't have a clear slut dogwhistle on your search or name
Just make sure to not whore arround main hubs if they're online lmao

>>81463309
Me, me, me please, I'm that out of position healer
Headscissors from Emma is how I want to go

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>>81463732
You make too much sense Anon! But thank you for the help C:

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>>81450462
I am asking if I can make her a Bear Totem Druid and if you let me do that I'll give her 16 Charisma anyway to represent how pretty she is. Here she is shapechanged into a Bear with no buffs or equipment.

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something something the best nuts around

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>>81463309
I'm still getting the hang of her. Peni is easier to play but I'm getting the hang of "GRAB, CHOKESLAM, KICK". Honestly I have that down more than her E which is just confusing the shit out of me.
>>81462830
Mood. I lost mine at 15 so if I got someone pregnant at that age I could be a damn grand-parent...
>>81463860
C'mere~ Let Mommy ruin your K/D~

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>>81464279
Her E is great for taking chunks out of enemy tanks or forcing them to fuck off for a moment. Finicky to hit with, especially since shields block it. Emma can also be a menace by just sticking around and charging the beam fully! Still, her pressure against other tanks is slow, but the threat of the choke slam can intimidate squishies.

>>81463860
Good loser! Good loser!

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>>81464409
Yeah, the E fires to the right of the reticle instead of the center which took a lot of firing it off to realize. Like, what the fuck?

test

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>>81464470
Wait until you try to hit Magik's charge...

>>81464279
>Mood. I lost mine at 15 so if I got someone pregnant at that age I could be a damn grand-parent...
Are you me? Did I reply to myself? Haha.

>>81464147
By all means, do whatever works best mechanically.

>>81462804
Of course, just trying to determine her weapons now. I can have her also use Daggers I think the game gives a lot of good Daggers. Sickles are also an option (Never really done a sickle character before)

>>81465122
Excellent, now do you want to participate by writing or just have Ayla be lewded? Basically shall I ask you to describe your arrival in Drezen, or shall I write it?

>>81465147
It's 6AM so you'll have to give me a moment.

>>81465180
No worries at all. Whatever you decide I'm happy to go about it.

>>81465200
If you'd like to get on with it, go ahead. Otherwise I'll post in an hour or two.

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>>81465214
>No worries with waiting I'm still doing a lot of clean up of leveling and book keeping. Instead, I'll give you something to respond to.

Your journey from the frozen reaches of the Linnorm Kings has been long and punishing. You crossed the eternal winter of Irrisen, braved the wild steppes of the Realm of the Mammoth Lords, endured the shadowed roads of Ustalav where vampire lords watch from crumbling towers, and even passed through the strange, iron-scarred plains of Numeria where techno-barbarians chant to machines older than the stars. Every mile tested your resolve, yet you pressed on.

Now, at last, you stand in the ruins of Sarkoris.

Before you rises the citadel of Drezen, its gray stone walls stark against a bruised sky. The Sword of Valor flies high above the battlements, snapping in the cold wind. Guards in dented plate move along the ramparts, crossbows at the ready, while the drawbridge lies lowered across the dry moat. Smoke rises from cookfires within. Somewhere inside those walls, the Fifth Crusade breathes, plans, and fights.

You have heard the stories whispered along every road you traveled: the Commander, the mythic power that turned the tide, the impossible victory that tore Drezen from demonic hands. Until this moment they were only tales. Now the reality stands before you—solid, scarred, and waiting.

As you drew nearer, your gaze was pulled westward toward the Worldwound itself. Grass withered to ash-gray stubble, trees stand twisted into claw-like shapes, and the very earth bled sluggish crimson where fissures have opened. A low, unnatural wind carried the faint stink of sulfur and rotting meat.

How do you feel in this moment, having finally reached the end of your long road?

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>>81464534
Will have to try Magik at some point. Kept having to play tank because people instalocked DPSs. Damn DPSissies. Needing a big strong woman to carry them!

isn't it kinda hot how emma can basically mindwipe all the other rivals cunts pretty much at will

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>>81465484
Yep, I'm a terrible DPS player because I never get to play it, I always to role fill tank or healer (and even then I'm bad at tank so hate how often I have no other choice).

>>81465564
white woman mind control...

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>>81462954
>Miss the Venom time.
Damn.

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>>81465928
so sad for you!

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>>81465434
It's a beginning, not an end. Each leg of the journey was a different world, with its own, often strange rules, and now I stand at the threshold of another one. Except here there is a greater order. I can feel it in the wind and the water, in the grumbling of Mother Bear's children. It's as if all the powers above and below are focused on this one place, and it creaks at the seams from their gaze. Here, there is a chance to glimpse a larger world, to understand things rarely revealed to mortals. Here, there is transcendence.

But even at the nexus of divinity, there is a mundane order of things. I pass the gates along with one of the many supply trains from Mendev. The guards gawk: I stand a head taller than the largest of the men here, and having long since shed my furs, only barely satisfy their sense of modesty. One or two blush and turn away when I lean down to answer the segreant's questions. I wave goodbye to my momentary companions as they're passed through the gates, and I speak at length. I joke about my misadventures and reminisce about distant friends. Failures. Human connections. It all means one thing, really: "Though I look strange and come from afar, I'm like you in all the ways that matter." It puts him at ease, eventually, and he waves me through, turning to glare down his flustered charges.

Now, to find a place to stay while I take in the city... and tomorrow, a recruiting station.

>>81458130
Thank you~ And of course I will. It's looking like a moderately busy day, so just tell me when to get on.

Two different monster sluts joining the crusade and one would probably enjoy working in the stables.

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>>81466253
The paladin stood alone in his bedroom, staring into the mirror. His reflection gazed back, mouth moving in perfect silence while words formed in his mind. The Crusade needed order restored. The unworthy must be demoted, their ranks stripped away. The worthy should rise to command. So it would be.
He turned from the glass, pulled on his cloak, and stepped out into the streets of Drezen.
His only intention was to find Hilor at the inn and continue their interrupted conversation about the Pathfinder Society’s latest reports. He had no other plans.
Yet as he approached the common room, his gaze caught on a woman who stood head and shoulders above nearly every man present. She dominated the space without effort, broad-shouldered and powerfully built, her presence like a drawn blade among the crowd of drinkers and off-duty soldiers.
The paladin altered his course and walked straight to her. He was tall himself—taller than most—but she still looked him close to level in the eye. He reached out and laid a large, steady hand on her shoulder.
“Excuse me,” he said. “I haven’t seen you around before. Who are you?”
His eyes traced her openly. She was foreign to the women he knew here. Not quite Kellid, though the heavy musculature and proud bearing reminded him of those northern warriors. Her blond hair, however, was uncommon among them, and her skin carried far fewer scars than a typical Kellid veteran. Ulfen seemed closer; he had met few of their people in his travels, but the resemblance was strong—tall, fair, built for cold seas and colder battles.

>>81465147
Either daggers or sickles work. They're not really defining for how I imagine the character.

>>81466592
What does, I can easily fix that.

>>81466417
It had been a long day of walking the road from Mendev and getting lost in an unfamiliar city, made longer still by trying to find a place for a bear to stay. Now, finally, Ayla had been allowed to stow her possessions, bathe, braid her hair, and rest before tomorrow's work began. She sat with a few of her own people, iron-traders and saltmongers come to profit off the two things every army always needed, exchanging stories of their respective journeys that grew taller with every drink.
When she felt the hand on her shoulder, she barely stirred. It was a regular thing, the men. Adventurous, excited, or merely curious, especially here in the south where women were so different. She weighed the tankard in her hand in case this one was a raucous type, and turned her head for a sideways glance.

...oh

The tankard clicked as she put it to rest, turning fully to face the commander. It was clear at the first glance, from the tangled threads of power that twined about his form, each pulling in a different direction, from the way things seemed to fall into place around him, as if he exuded an elemental force of order. "I am Ayla," she answered simply, as if the name carried the sum total of her being, and then, as if prompted: "I come from Mendev. Before that, Ustalav and Numeria, and before that the mammoth and the linnorm. Yesterday, I was a caravaneer. Today, I am a vagrant. Tomorrow, I will be a soldier."

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>>81466638
The pieces seemed to fall into place as the paladin listened. Promoting the worthy, demoting the unworthy—it felt right, inevitable even. He kept his eyes closed while she spoke of her journey, one hand resting thoughtfully beneath his chin. When he finally looked at her again, something stirred inside him: a quiet pull, as though his mythic power itself recognized potential in her. There was only one way to be certain.

“Interesting,” he said. “You’ve traveled a very long way to join the Crusade.” He studied her for a moment longer, then gave a small nod.

“If you’re willing, I’d like to see your skills for myself. If your talents carried you safely through Irrisen, Ustalav, and Numeria, then I believe there’s a place for you in my party.”

>>81466704
At first, it seemed absurd. She'd barely arrived, expecting to enroll same as everyone else. To be given endless work and only rare glimpses behind the veil. But then one thread in the tangle freed itself and gave the commander's mind a subtle little tug- and suddenly the whole circumstance felt... correct. There was a place prepared for her by the same power that moved him, and all she needed to do was fall into it.

She mirrored the nod without thinking, surprised at how easy it was to follow the path laid out for her. How easy it was to obey. "Command, then," she answered, trying to ignore the flush creeping onto her cheeks. It was probably just the ale and the heat. Too many people in too small a space with too large a fire- that was it.

>>81466836
“Excellent,” the paladin said, voice ringing with quiet certainty. “All things as they are meant to be.”
He met her gaze steadily. “Get some rest. I leave Drezen at first light. Several tasks require attention.”
The words struck her like hot iron pressed to skin, each one searing itself into her thoughts. Obeying felt inevitable, correct, the natural order that kept the Crusade’s great engine turning without pause.
“Actually,” he continued, “I’ll join you. I need to know the full measure of your capabilities. You will tell me every skill you possess.”
Before she could respond he reached out, fingers deftly lifting the room key from her belt. He turned and started toward the stairs without another word.
“Finish your drink and food,” he ordered over his shoulder. “Then join me.”
When she finally climbed the narrow staircase and pushed open the door, he sat at the small table with a sheaf of reports spread before him. The lamplight caught in his eyes, making them dance with faint, otherworldly sparks. He looked up as she entered.
“Apologies,” he said. “It’s unfortunate that lawbreakers have taken root in my streets. They are in desperate need of discipline.” His tone remained calm. “They will stand trial soon enough.”
He studied her for a long moment.
“Take a seat.”
He gestured toward the bed.

>>81466946
With every command, the blush spread, and it was all Ayla could do not to scramble to obey all at once. She felt a little yank on her belt, saw the hand brushing against the bare skin just below, and exhaled in a quiet huff without as much as stating a protest. That, too, felt correct- a part of her new place, even if her companions laughed a little as they finished their drinks and their stories.
Then it was done, and she felt a shiver racing up her spine. Another as her boot touched the first stair. Not just the heat, then, she thought, fighting to calm herself- but it was natural, she told herself, to react strongly. There were powers beyond her understanding at play, and what was a mortal body to them?

She stepped into her room and found it had turned into an office. Her packs were still stacked neatly at the foot of the bed; she'd hardly had time to unpack and stow her possessions. Then she stood, and waited, grateful for the opportunity to clear her head and take a few deep breaths. Even now, calmly waiting to obey, she seemed to fill the entire room with her physicality. Her head almost touched the ceiling. An iron-bound braid as thick as a strong man's arm swayed behind her back and coiled about her ankles like some beast's tail, always in motion. The scent of smoke followed her, impossible to wash out after months of camping- and in an enclosed space, her exposed skin radiated heat like a furnace. There was a lot of it: she stowed her furs a while ago. Her cloak followed on the road to Dresen, and now she had tall boots and padded straps for all her costume.

The bed creaked when she sat. The sound seemed to shake her out of some insidious reverie, and suddenly conscious of modesty, she crossed her legs at the ankle. It didn't help matters at all. There, again, she waited. It felt wrong on some fundamental level to speak first, and there were more important matters for the commander to settle before he got to her.

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>>81467171
The paladin regarded her steadily from across the small room. “You need not worry about that. Several of my companions stride naked through the streets under illusions that pass for clothing. No one sees what they choose to conceal.”
He turned fully toward her, voice dropping to a low rumble that carried the weight of command. “You are a beautiful woman. Hiding that out of shame is beneath you.”
His gaze held hers without wavering. The words settled into her like iron settling into stone—unquestionable, inevitable. Obedience felt as natural as breathing.
“Tell me your talents,” he continued. “I assume you are no mere barbarian. You carry the scent of magic about you.”
His eyes traced the lines of her body with deliberate slowness, lingering where the lamplight caught the curve of her shoulder, the swell of her hip. “I would guess druidic in nature. Something tied to the wilds, perhaps.”
The gleam in his eyes sharpened, cosmic and unyielding. Aeon sight moved through her like invisible hands, peeling away layers of pretense, stripping defenses until she felt utterly exposed. Nakedness would have offered more cover than this gaze; it laid bare not only flesh but intent, history, every hidden fracture. Beneath it she sensed the vast machinery of order itself—the measured tick of unseen clocks, the precise winding of celestial gears, the silent symphony that governed all things. His order.
“Leave nothing out,” he commanded.
The words were quiet, yet they rang in her skull like a bell struck once and forever. There could be no evasion, no half-truth. She felt the compulsion coil around her will, gentle yet unbreakable, urging her to speak every detail of her gifts, her training, her secrets. The room seemed smaller now, the air heavier, as though the universe itself waited for her answer.

Only took me the better part of a day but I finally unlocked the blinders in GW2.

>>81467298
Ayla's body moved to obey before her mind processed the words. Her hands unwinded the straps that bound her breast, her legs kicked off the heavy boots, and before she knew she was naked. The heat that turned her cheeks pink and stained her thighs with blood subsided: it was as he said, there was no need for it, or for hiding. She sat straight, with her legs slightly parted, like any man would, and that the commander could see the cropped curls concealing her womanhood was no concern at all.

The rest of her was shaven clean with fire and shell after the manner of the locals, and though the method was crude, there seemed to be no scrape on her. At a closer look, there was no blemish at all, no birth-mark or scar: a sure sign of healing magic turned to vanity, even if it had a practical purpose. It paid for a wandering warrior to look striking, after all, and for a priestess to seem a little otherworldly.

"I am not a barbarian at all, and neither am I 'of the wild'. I am a priestess, though it makes no difference to Mother Bear or Brother Wolf if I leave them their due at their own shrine, or at Yrmidar's altar or Erastil's," she answered calmly, looking in the eye of the cosmos- and choosing the titles appropriate for her new place, shaping herself to fit it. "There are many spirits where I live. Spirits of nature and spirits of action. If respected, they teach. If invited, they live alongside us, helping at labor and hunt. It is I who gives them their due and shows them to their shrines- and in return they show me the order of the world. The connections between all things, living and inert. How to call on them to mend what is broken and set what is out of order- and how to remove what doesn't belong."

>>81467700
Then she spoke of her upbringing, her training- first on the lap of her grandmother, then at the oars of a drakkar and in the temples of Yrmidar far south of her people's traditional hunting ground. A life of labor and learning, hunting and war, all blended into a harmonious whole of growing stronger and sharing that strength with others. The contentment in doing so, in being helpful, in fitting into the greater movements of the world and helping them along.

"I will be useful to you," she concluded, with the confidence of restating the obvious- but it felt good for the word to pass her lips. Correct. To be use-ful. She outlined the simple practicalities, the havoc that mud, rain, overgrowth, swarming insects and ravenous animals could wreak on supply lines, the simple fact, though stated with not a little pride, that Mother Bear had blessed her with her shape, strong enough to wrestle down demons and lead from the front. It was brief and concise: it'd be easy enough, she thought, for a military commander to imagine all of her... uses.

Then came time for secrets, and- there was no hesitation. It really was natural to speak of her little failings and indulgences, of the strange traits she'd take on from the spirits and take months to shake off. Of Raven's covetousness and Bear's urging to eat her fill and sleep her day away at a warm hearth. Of Wolf's... here she stuttered, unsure, and swallowed. It was all right. It was correct to tell the commander how she'd lost her sense of self once and ran with Wolf's children, and did all that any other bitch-wolf would do.

>>81467381
Honestly I put a week and more than a thousand gems into those getups.

>>81467736
The paladin nodded once, the motion slow and deliberate. “I see. Druidic studies.”
His gaze moved over her body again, lingering without haste. He could sense the heat rising in her, a subtle quickening of breath and pulse that betrayed her growing arousal.
“Similar to a shaman,” he continued. “They commune with spirits and channel power through them. You worship those spirits, yet you draw on the magic of nature itself.”
The distinction mattered. In the grand machinery of order, similar parts did not always serve the same function. She would be no exception.
Nothing she revealed seemed to surprise him. When she spoke of walking in other skins, of shifting forms, even when she hesitated before admitting she had once worn the shape of a bitch-wolf, his expression remained calm, almost serene.
“That is natural,” he said simply. “You are a bitch in soul, even when not in form.”
The words should have stung like an insult. Instead they landed with the quiet weight of truth, an accurate measure rather than a wound. She felt them settle inside her, correct and undeniable.
“Your nature is to seek the strongest mate,” he went on. “To submit beneath him, to bear his children, to offer your womb for strong heirs. You are a woman; it is woven into you. More than that, you have sculpted this body for exactly such a purpose.”

>>81467736
I've been playing for the better part of 15 years and am in a similar boat. This isn't the first time I'll be pulling the ripcord to EU. It'll probably be a hell of a lot more tolerable since the internet is more evolved, too.

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>>81467810
He rose and stepped in front of her. One hand closed around her braid, lifting it so the thick plait rested heavy in his fist. He studied it for a moment—the immaculate sheen, the careful weave—as though reading a scroll.
“Your hair is kept with more than simple grooming. So is the rest of you. You prepare yourself to catch the eye of powerful mates. You do not wish to be marked in ways that mar beauty. You wish to be mounted.”
He let the braid fall from his fingers and tilted her chin up with a single finger, forcing her eyes to meet his.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
“You should know I am a sexually active man. I have lain with nearly all my female companions and several women among the staff. When I see a woman I desire, I take her.” His tone carried no apology, no bravado, only plain statement. “I look upon you now and feel that desire.”
He paused, giving her space to speak.
“If you have objections, or if you wish to refuse, say so now.”

>>81467825
Ayla paused, suddenly taken aback. She'd expected the commander to be many things, but certainly not crude or overly direct. Still, she felt the words sink: not into her soul, but into the world around her, subtly changing the nature of her place. Before she could shake it off, it was done: the world she was in now was different from the one she entered through the city gate. In it, the commander was wholly correct, and Ayla first grasped the nature of the power that moved him.
Still, it was no excuse. She did use her gifts to keep herself unmarred. She wove her hair with charmed wind and perfumed water rather than comb and pin. She wore less than she really ought to- and enjoyed the attention, even the men fighting over her, even when she had to step in and brain one with her tankard to keep peace. She did make herself- desirable, rather than only striking. Accentuated her natural curves with careful exercise and revealing attire. Sought places with strong, proud men- raiding ships and hunting expeditions, temples to vitality and earthly might. Maybe, she admitted, he wasn't entirely wrong in the world she just left, either.
Then there was command, and she obeyed. A hand on her chin and the fire of celestial spheres reflected in her eyes, and she obeyed these, too. It was correct. It was part of a great movement of the world, one that would see its wound finally begin to heal.
...and he was right. She licked her lips and swallowed to wet her throat. She wanted her voice to be clear, rather than rasp and shake. "I have none. As I said, I will be of use."

>>81467817
I left after PoF, when it felt the game was on its way out and just came back. The amount of crap to catch up on is unholy. And NONE of it is photo mode!

>>81467825
>I need to dip and take care of some tasks. Thank you for the diversion, I'd love to either continue when I get back or pick it up a little later (though the character limit here annoys me immensely).

>>81467997
>I feel you, I did a word count last night to see it was almost 8k words of smut. If you would prefer it done another way, we could do the RP there and then I could edit it up into text to post here. Or if you just want to continue as is, I'm perfectly fine with that too.
>And I'd love to continue this scene, I've spent almost all day just leveling the characters and getting them ready for Act 3 Shenanigans, so I could pick up from here, or it could simply be he lets her sleep for now and they can fuck later. Depends how long you'll be away.

>>81468023
Several hours. I'll be around, but I'd rather not phonepost smut from the office you know?

>>81468079
Absolutely. I'm still very much enjoying where this is going, I do hope I haven't been too slow for you.

>>81468089
I've been the slow one, though. I don't mind posting once or twice every hour at all, we all have things to do.

>>81467981
Yeah, the catch up is pure hell. Good luck on some of the masteries - I'm still plinking away at Visions, Janthir and the one before that.

>>81468157
Thank you, though I didn't even get Janthir. I might once they add enough to homesteading that I can build a Norn hunting lodge or an Asura's little mad science retreat from themed assets rather than just adapting the lowland Kodan ones. I'm not paying Anet 25 euros for a spear and a battlecat tuneup.

>>81468311
I mean the base homestead instance is a log cabin with fields but I also have a private island. Was it worth it?

Ehh. Color me curious, you're also EU, right?

>>81468427
Yep

>>81468434
Good writing, dude. Inspiring me to install WOTR. What's the mod setup you're using?

>>81468453
Wrong anon.

>>81468453
I've been the majority writer and my modlist is https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gsHX-N69pFElPfnaAiVXhCcDnKBllhwoADd6Od2SKzc/edit?tab=t.0

The game will take a bit to boot, that's normal it takes like 7 minutes over here. It used to take like an hour till I did a reinstall.

>>81468491
>>81468504
That's on me, I'm dumb. Apologies. Still great writing, cool concept.

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>>81459944
The fact you are a parent and play Emma, as well as indulge with her having a massive prick to ruin women with, is incredibly hot, anon. Just letting you know you are appreciated and make supports like myself flustered.

>>81468023
All right, I'm back and mostly free. I think I'll have to deal with it; if I can adapt to in-game chat, I can adapt to this, though I am a little worried about overusing the thread and getting in the way of other anons.

>>81469434
Welcome to my core fear since I started this. I can continue for a little as it's quite late here, so there will certainly be quite a number of free hours for others.

>>81469463
Please do, I'll be slightly distracted but likely no slower than before.

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>>81467981
The commander had never thought of himself as crude. Direct, yes—unapologetically so—but crude carried a deliberate coarseness, a gleeful intent to shock or degrade that he did not possess. Yet watching Ayla now, the way her breath quickened and her pupils widened under his gaze, he wondered if directness itself carried its own raw edge. Her desire mirrored his own, growing hotter with every shared heartbeat, or perhaps his had kindled hers first. He could feel the faint pulse of his mythic power sinking into her, threading through her soul like golden wire. How curious. Could claiming a companion awaken latent gifts in them? He thought of the small tattoo that had appeared on Anevia’s skin one day, unasked for and unexplained. Perhaps the bonds he forged carried more than loyalty; perhaps they carried power itself.

He set the thought aside for later.

With a slow roll of his shoulders he shrugged off his armor. Once, removing the heavy plate had demanded patience—buckles, straps, the careful unlacing of leather and steel. Now the mythic force within him made it effortless. He snapped his fingers once. The plates shimmered, then melted like liquid silver, sliding from his body in smooth rivulets before hardening again into a neat pile at his feet.

He stood bare before her.

At six feet six inches he towered even over most men, broad-shouldered and thick with muscle honed by endless marches and battles. His skin gleamed pale and unmarred, smoother than it had any right to be. The old scars he remembered—the thin line across his ribs from a demon’s claw, the puckered burn on his forearm—had faded to perfection, as though the mythic gift were quietly rewriting his flesh into something more perfect. Perhaos he was some distant strain of Ulfen or Kellid that bred giants among men. She made ordinary warriors look small; he did the same to them.

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>>81469621
His eyes locked on hers. A low rumble rose in his throat, more growl than word. He reached out, fingers sliding to the nape of her neck, closing around the thick braid of her hair. The plait felt heavy and warm in his fist, a perfect handle. With gentle but unyielding pressure he drew her forward, crushing her body against the hard plane of his chest. His cock, already thick and heavy with arousal, pressed insistently against the soft skin of her inner thighs, the heat of it unmistakable through the thin barrier of her clothing.

“Yes,” he murmured, voice deep and resonant, vibrating through her bones. “I can tell you’re compatible with me.”

The words sank into her like molten gold, stirring something primal and obedient in the marrow of her soul. His grip on her braid tightened just enough to tilt her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze fully. He held her there, bodies flush, letting her feel every inch of his strength, every slow throb of his desire against her skin.

It was clear the Aeon’s influence burned brighter in the Ulfen woman’s presence. He still barely understood his own powers—how they intertwined, how they clashed and vied for dominance within him, each path pulling at different threads of his soul.

>>81469658
The thread did carry power, and so did his words that made it spin and dance, weaving new connections in the pattern of Ayla's soul: glimpses of the cosmos in the word's archaic meaning. She had no words to name them, no thoughts that could match their magnitude, but she understood revelation and she knew how it felt to stand on its precipice. There were lesser mysteries, too, when the binding thread rested just so and took the shape of a spell yet unspoken, a form not yet taken. These she could grasp, and having grasped, desire. She encouraged the golden thread to weave itself tighter with the weft of her spirit, just as she felt the words thrum on her exposed skin and the hand pull at her braid. It felt like a length of silken cord in his hand, almost waxy with how smooth it was, sturdy enough to hoist twice her weight by it. When he moved, she gave in, anticipating his gesture and meeting his eyes with her own, as grey as the leaden seas of her home. When his hand stilled she paused, leaning forward and testing his grip for the pleasure of finding out it held fast.

Her skin lay flat against his, breasts that would overfill his hands pressed flat, the shallow curve of her belly against the cliff-face of his own. Below, their hair met and intertwined, and there was... an imperfection. Ayla's legs moved, taking the commander's full length between her thighs. There. Better. No cold air to distract him, only the sensation of being trapped in a velvet vice, and the slow drip of her heat leaking through their intertwined hair.

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>>81468828
Well, as I said, I'm always interested in having people to play with! I'm still learning the game, but I am pretty comfy being people's mommy~

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>>81471113
I fear I suck at the game. Been ages since I played as I burnt out on the attempts of playing ranked. Never played it with someone from here either, so while exciting, it's also a bit scary!

Mostly played Sue, or Mantis with that robot skin. Always been a fan of Loki so the female skin almost made me relapse. Almost.

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>>81471429
It makes me angry that they removed the female Loki skin in time for me to break down to my kid's "Play with me!" puppy eyes, but I like Cloak and Dagger well enough at least.

And hey, I'm bad at the game too, so~ It's just your fear~

>>81466599
Either work, honestly. It's not really a big deal.

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>>81471653
Tempting. Are you looking for VC interactions or through text? Anything specific in interactions? Never really indulged in the healslutting much.

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>>81472078
I'm happy with whatever folks are comfortable with. Can be lewd in VC, just in text, etc. Mostly I just want to have people to play with and who can help me goon-ify the game when it's not me and the young'un.

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>>81472134
Too shy for VC, but text I'd be fine with and could be fun. Do you have a Discord I could poke you on sometime?

My weak and frail support ass could really use a tank I could rely on.

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>>81472224
battlesandbeauties

And it's no problem. Comfort is the first important part of having a good time!

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Born to support build, forced to become the book bound flamethrower

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>>81472426
Tell me about it.

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>>81472426
Rivals is crazy because I get 4 DPS instalocks in quick play every time but apparently 70% of people in ranked are support one tricks. Tank players don't exist.

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>>81474622
Hey- I'm right here, you know. >>81472321 >>81472134

Though I'm sure I'm out of the ordinary since I mostly play tanks.

>>81472321
neither of the people you're talking to, but I might add you some time, playing with people is way better than solo.
and healslutting/being lewd in text is fun too.

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>>81474834
Feel free. The more people I have to play with, the more I'll want to play the game. Playing with people means less me getting tilted by myself. Plus making it lewd helps to mitigate if shit goes wrong. I still have to goon mod the game up too.

>>81474943
After a bad game it's easy to hop into discord text chat and fuck your DPS/Support's throat, huh? I like that view

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>>81475060
Or bullying them in VC if they're the type to enjoy that. Had a slut or two who would bounce or suck on a dildo while playing before, fun times~

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>>81474727
I'd love to play with you sometime but can't today! The rarity of tank mains only makes it more mandatory to serve and worship them~

>>81475149
Don't know if I'm brave enough for that haha.
But yeah I'll try to add you some time when my confidence is more up and play with you. Or just service. I'm sure Mommy Emma deserves the praise and worship!
Also fun that you mentioned Lady Loki, that was the last skin I bought.

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>>81475180
Glad you agree~ And that's fine. I'll be busy with tabletop stuff tomorrow but I'm otherwise available this week.
>>81475239
Grr, still annoyed they took the skin down before I started playing. I know they'll bring it back, but damn it.

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>>81466417
>Now I'm reminded that Aeon can see violations of cosmic law.
>That might lead into the discovery of Miss "Angels aren't meant to be on Golarion without summoning" but I don't know if that's technically violating the order or not. Or Lynessa given I'm sure there's multiple laws about not poisoning/drugging/manipulating people

>>81474727
Tank players deserve more love. Keep doing the good work.

>>81476162
>when you expect the knight-commander to fuck the lawbreaking out of you but he puts you in the cubes for twenty years instead

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>decide to mix it up and give Lady Geist a spin
>absolutely rape late game consistently
Watching the terror in their eyes when I activate life drain and suck the last 150 HP out of their soul

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>>81476195
That's a real cockblocking.

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>>81469948
>Sorry to delay this woke up into a PF2E session, when I'm done I can get on to responding.

>>81477320
I'm on my way out, so there's no rush.

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>Decide to try Wuyang cause of upcoming 9S skin
>Favorite Slut on a character I found fun
Fuck imma main this fag

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>>81476162
I pretty much always play tanks in whatever I play, or a healer. I very rarely play DPS in anything. All of the characters or classes I like just always end up being one of the two.

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>>81478597
Woah, same! At least in hero shooters. More cause I don't have the aim for DPS and they're taken up. But who can't love a strong shieldmaiden or healer? Great for the character fantasy of getting to play them.
>pic
I should really think about playing WoW again or something similar. I played for a while during BFA and got to 80 in the first month or so but then stopped cause of lack of time.

>>81478747
I only play on Ascension now, refuse to give Blizzard money. And got tired of Turtle. No pic 'cause I'm lazy.

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>>81478808
I've been recommended it by people here before, so that's two things in favor. Plus being free is nice.

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>>81478975
I will keep advocating for it until I have built my harem of sluts for my eredar's massive horsecock!

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>>81480196
Oh, are you the person who was advertising a few threads ago? If so, you're the one who I talked to about it actually. Interesting though, I was already considering it but I'm always happy to play with others.

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Threadly reminder to huff, worship love and nurse your local Haranir to welcome them on the surface

>>81480473
Eredar / Draenei futa mommy? That'd be me, yes'm. Got into Rivals too, so I'm just going full /heals/ again.

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There's two kinds of elves. The edgelords and the real elves.

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>play Wuyang
>get thanked for healing
>insta hard

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>>81480814
So it is! Well, guess I have you to blame for my curiosity, don't I *mommy~*? I ended up downloading the launcher and fiddling around, so I guess I'm open to at least trying some duoing and messing around. Can't promise any proper time commitment or anything, but...

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>>81481343
Of course~ I'm free to mess around whenever, whether you want to link up on Discord or just in game. Just let me know.

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>>81481367
You posted your discord earlier, I believe. I can give you an add and see about linking up in game. I'm obviously a newbie to ascension, but that just means I'm eager to learn, or something like that.

>>81481367
Oh, and feel free to recommend some addons if you like. I haven't seen an easy go-to guide or anything in the threads.

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gotta stop buying so many skins of characters I don't play...

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>>81482308
Who keeps getting all these girls pregnant...

>>81482308
>preggo
Hnnf

>>81482383
>>81482386
It's just natural! And fitting to bump the thread!

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>no hypnotist mommy character yet
Overwatch is lagging behind...

>>81482949
Just get brainhacked by Sombra silly

>>81482949
hypnotize me? :33333

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Even do murder row dungeon since i have the quest, odd do the fairbreeze village stuff first.

>>81483357
Even dont buy midnight
Odds buy midnight and regret it

Nighty night /heals/
You're cute, never let anyone tell you otherwise

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>>81483391
So long money!

>>81483540
NOT LIKE THIS, PLEASE NO

>>81483357
These are middie tits and therefore unrelated to worlo. Please post elf tits instead.

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>>81483648
Fine fine here.

>>81483559
CHAMPION, AZEROTH NEEDS YOUR HELP. *Drags you into a story of frustrating lore retcons and stupid decisions by people who shouldn't make them*

>>81483708
Worgenbait.