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[chrrythrill]

plotted starter for @dccpestdxrkestbackup

nadia arrives at the temple in simple clothes. from her discussion with the high priest what to expect to a degree, and had decided it would be more practical to wear this, rather than the usual elaborate dresses of a queen. to onlookers, she looks the picture of the pious wife, one desperate to serve her king and the kingdom itself, but the truth is her desperation comes from elsewhere.

she had been given instructions to prepare herself for the presence of gods and followed each one dutifully. the potion he had given her was taken every evening before bed and, when she retired, it was to her own chambers. she has not lain with the king in a week’s time. yet, doing so even if they shared a bed would have been impossible given the device she had been fitted in the last time she visited the temple. it left her feeling full but unsatisfied, ass and pussy stretched but without any friction, especially as the week went on and the potion’s effect grew stronger.

standing in the narthex, she awaits his arrival with baited breath, aching for him, she wondered if these impure thoughts she was having would help or harm what they were trying to do. she was meant to be the vessel for a goddess today, and thus it seemed worrisome that her mind was not at ease. they would be intimate as part of the ritual, but should she be this desperate? nadia knew there was a binding oath to swear before she could enter the temple proper, but when he arrives she thinks it best to voice her concerns. he knew best and should know what was troubling her soul.

“father,” she murmurs quietly, even though she knew they were the only two in the temple. “i have done what you asked of me, but … there is an ache in me and my mind has been wandering to impure thoughts.” he had shown her images from the old sacred texts during their last conversations, and wondering what they might feel like had been consistently at top of mind. “i do not wish to make all your hard work for naught if i cannot preform the role of the goddess.”

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[bitemescftly]

& @dccpestdxrkest​  //  plotted

themes: dean & student, bre*ding, an*l.

         “Sir, you asked me to stay after the lecture finished?” The brunette posed her words as a question so to appear as if she had no clue why the man had her stay behind - as if it had not happened before many times already. Anna bit on the inside of her cheek, standing in front of the desk where the profssor usually sat during the lecture, keeping up the innocent facade until the last student left the room and the door closed behind them. When the sound of it rang through the air - there was nothing stopping her anymore. “Should we go to your office or stay here, professor?” Anna asked, the title coming out with a playful tone, green eyes looking at the older man with nothing short of hungry desperation. The brunette slowly walked around the desk until she could stand at his side. “I know you watched me during the lecture.” She added, right hand reaching for the hem of her skirt before she tugged the fabric at the front all the way up - showing off the lack of panties underneath “Did you like me touching myself while listening to your voice?” Anna grinned, dipping her finger between her drenched folds with a small moan “I almost came like four times.”

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[lcvebirds]

the last thing winnie expected to do was to form a relationship with an older man, let alone her professor. it was a cliche, a forbidden relationship, and something she shouldn’t have ever gotten herself involved in and yet, she couldn’t help but grow attached to the other. he gave her the attention that she craved and made her feel cared for, which was something she very much lacked growing up. opening the door to her small studio apartment, her face lit up at his presence. “you’re here.” she cooed and moved her arms around him excitedly. “what lie did you tell her this time?”

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#thread:winnie

[chrrythrill]

plotted starter for @dccpestdxrkest

eira didn't get nervous at the sound of fighting. it was far enough removed from her wing of the castle and she had attended enough tournaments for namedays and other such celebrations that she was not completely unfamiliar with the sounds of metal hitting metal. the sounds of screaming, however, were ones she did her best to ignore. anxiety mounts somewhat when her guards bring her to her chambers, tell her to lock the door from the inside. that meant the outer walls had been breached, but she reassured herself that she was still safe here.

it takes a bit of a sleeping tonic, but she manages to find some rest during the night.

she gets nervous when she wakes to silence, somehow that was far more ominous than the battle racket she had fallen asleep to the night before. there's a chill in the air and, when she gets up, she keeps one of the blankets draped around her shoulders. moving to the door, she waits for a moment, listening for any sound of the posted guards who were meant to protect her. nothing.

curiosity has killed many cats, but eira was always confident that they had nine lives; perhaps it is that kind of reasoning that leads the princess -- in only her blanket and a nightdress -- to unlock the door and check what lays beyond. she cannot help the gasp that escapes her at the sight, quickly clasping a hand to her mouth, though that, unfortunately, makes noise as well. she can see a tall figure at the end of the hall, and begins moving to get back inside her room, wanting to lock herself in as quickly as possible.

#got a little wordy here uhh #do not feel like you need to match length at all! #dccpestdxrkest #noncon cw

[chrrythrill]

plotted starter for @dccpestdxrkest

perhaps she shouldn’t have come here. after days alone in the dark, surviving off of very little and without comfort, that is where amelia settles. it was hopeless, truly. she had not been expecting this place to be inhabited, a strange kingdom hidden from the outside world. the only thing she had expected to run into was other treasure hunters and those she believed herself capable of handling. what she had found was a cruel king, one who seemed capable of beating her with little effort. he could predict her next move and twist her mind against her. there was no way she would escape this place unless he let her walk away. she doubted it though; he’d already made her confess that she was here alone, and with the way the other women she saw were treated she suspected she would have a similar fate. madness or death.

it had to be madness right? what made those women act like they did? she had pitied them when she was brought to the king’s chamber, the unclothed wretches who had so little self respect as to let themselves be used as toys and entertainment. yet, in the days she had spent in the cell, she couldn’t get the images out of her mind. her mouth dried thinking about the girl who had been sitting on his lap. at first, she simply assumed that was the case, they clearly weren’t fucking, but when the king had risen his cock — a large, monstrous… beautiful thing — had sprung free of the woman’s cunt with an obscene wet noise. the girl had even whimpered from the loss. she had just been sitting there, filled with his cock and cum until he had decided he was through.

then there were the girls who were fucking each other to the left and right of his throne, while leering guards looked on. their bodies had been tangled together so completely, it was difficult to tell what each was doing to the other. flashes of memory appear though, and she cannot shake them from her mind’s eyes. girls kissing each other, girls fingering each other, girls eating each other out, and girls grinding their pussies together while moaning. other girls were draped closer to the throne, kissing the king’s neck and hands, gently playing with his hair. one even seemed to be begging him to fuck her instead. she was desperate, not even caring that the king was otherwise occupied, and whining loud enough that amelia had overheard parts of her plea.

my king, my god, please. please breed me and honor me with your cum, my father. i’m so empty without you.

yes, pity was what she felt. pity for the poor girls. she repeated that to herself, trying to ignore the growing wetness between her own thighs. it was confusing, the sensation, but she had no idea that the king had been visiting her nightly, staying in the shadows and toying with her fragile mind. thighs rub together gently, seeking out some relief for the growing ache she was feeling but could not explain. yes, the king was very handsome, but she doesn’t understand why she was this impacted by the idea, especially when facing down what was certain to be her last days. what was wrong with her?

she looks up at the sound of footsteps — the king seemed to only be heard when he wanted to be — and swallows. perhaps last day was more apt. “have you decided what you are going to do with me?” she asks firmly, not wanting to reveal to him that he or his women had any impact on her.

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[chrrythrill]

plotted starter for @dccpestdxrkest

dinner alone. what a blessing. well, not truly alone, but anthony's company was certainly welcome compared to the rest. she had done her best to avoid the majority of her father's courts for the better part of the season now and it had apparently gained notice. the poor girl must be ill, the gossips murmured, the poor girl must be hysteric. the suggestion she might need fresh air to help her was many times over, which was how she finally ended up here, with the one person she trusted, dearest uncle anthony.

he was the one who had assured her she was not mad, that the ladies of the court were cruel and not to be trusted, that the men were worse and might take advantage of any moment of weakness, and that -- most importantly -- she was right all along to suspect them. it felt like a weight had lifted off her shoulders to finally be heard, and truthfully her withdrawal had been welcome. now though, she was here.

"thank you for letting me stay with you, uncle," she murmurs, gazing over at him fondly. he was sitting at the head of the table, and she was directly at his side. it was intimate, the kind of thing that was never possible at her father's castle, and she was grateful for it. "the grounds are beautiful from what i saw riding in."

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[karislostinreality]

Sleepless Days and Nights// dccpestdxrkest

Nikolette, though the preference was Nikki by all, was just finishing her evening routine. As a university student, she tried to save as much of her finances as possible. This included living with her parents in order to not have to waste by living on campus or paying rent. Free board, free food... what more could a girl ask for? Nikki had finally decided what her area of study would be: interior design. She was so excited to finally finish her course work for the most basic and remedial classes. Now, she could take on harder work that actually had something to do with what her studies were.

By this point, it was late into the night. University classes always got the better of her, making her stay awake to finish her work. Her parents were long asleep by now, she was sure. Running a hand through her long hair, she gave a soft sigh before shutting her laptop. Break was coming fast, and she couldn’t wait. Not only would there be no classes, but her parents and she were taking a small vacation together in the upcoming days. She wasn’t even sure fully of the details, but it would be fun. After all, her father was a hoot and her mother was an excellent planner. He was an amazing man, and she loved him very much, of course. She loved her small family.

Nikki set her laptop aside and changed into a simple pair of brightly colored boy-short panties and a white tank top. She was exhausted mentally, and soon enough, she turned the light off in her bedroom, laying herself on the bed as she tried to fall asleep. Soon enough, her legs tangled into the sheets, leaving her body exposed as the moonlight came through the window, cascading on her exposed form as she tried to sleep.

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[lcvebirds]

it wasn’t any surprise that the two of them had ended up in her car on their break with their lips connected and their hands pulling at each others clothes. her lips broke from his to trail down his jaw, her legs on either side of his as she straddled him. “mm,” she paused, “when are you going to ask me out?” maybe this wasn’t the time to ask but it was something that had been on her mind quite a bit and she was beginning to believe that sex was really all they wanted from her. danielle hoped she was wrong. she wanted so badly to be wrong. parting from him, her blue eyes met his, “soon?” she asked, her bottom lip coming between her teeth.

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#thread:danielle

[lcvebirds]

she’d been caught. joanne didn’t mean to stare and she definitely knew what it looked like the moment he looked at her from his spot in his garden. she really didn’t want to come off as that neighbor and it wasn’t even her original intention. pursing her lips as she immediately backed from her window, she knew she had to set things straight. she had to let him know that she wasn’t watching him, which could possibly be a lie but he didn’t have to know that. joanne finally talked herself into walking out into her backyard and over to him, “look,” she started, “i just want you to know that i wasn’t watching you. i mean, not really. i was just curious and then- nevermind.” she cleared her throat, “what are you planting anyways?”

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#thread:joanne #she tried to be smooth