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  1. #1
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    EXP: 61,139, Level: 10
    Level completed: 65%, EXP required for next Level: 3,861
    Level completed: 65%,
    EXP required for next Level: 3,861


    Nevin's Avatar

    GP
    3,657

    Name
    Nevin Aimaparapoiitis
    Age
    22 / 37
    Race
    Human (Godling)
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Corone
    Eteri had burst out of the shower faster than I could react to, and all I had seen of her was a flash of blue as her tail zipped out of sight. Wait, had she not - nope, the shower was still running. I shook his head with a rueful smile and headed in that direction to turn it off. She had probably smelled the fish inside the bowl. The water in the bathroom was rather frigid, why had she - I froze, in part because of the cold and in part of realizing just why someone would take a painfully cold shower.

    “Oh. Crimson.” I turned and began walking towards the kitchen. There was a clatter ahead of me, and some light thudding, and when I walked into the kitchen I was treated to an interesting sight. The bowl was on the floor, the water that had been inside of it spread across the room. There were also bones and fish scales, and bits of blood, scattered around. It seemed that my - now there was a thought, was she mine? - cat-girl was a bit of a messy eater if didn’t take the time to prepare the food for her.

    Then my name was yowled from the rafters, and I looked up to see Eteri staring at him, her yellow eyes wide and flashing with hunger and - hunger. I also saw her bare, swinging breasts. Of course when she left the bathroom she hadn’t grabbed a towel, just run out wet and dripping. I swallowed.

    “Hello Eteri.” It was then that I looked down, and realized that I had taken off my shirt before she ran out, so I was standing there with it in one hand. I slowly looked back up to the gleaming eyes above him - oh dear, those were getting closer very fast, weren’t they?
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

    Nevin: Formal, thoughtful, nurturing, bearer of tropey tentacles.

    "More threads! More! Threads for the Crimson Thread King!"
    A member of the NevCrew:
    Nevin: Thread count: please, don't try.
    Erik: Thread count: five or six. Maybe seven...
    Huntsman: seven. Maybe eight. Shhhhhhh.
    Telli' thread count: zero. I just can't get into writing the little hellion.
    Ronnel: Not even approved yet.

  2. #2
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    EXP: 15,383, Level: 5
    Level completed: 24%, EXP required for next Level: 4,617
    Level completed: 24%,
    EXP required for next Level: 4,617


    Eteri's Avatar

    GP
    1,799

    Name
    Eteri Yoko
    Age
    24
    Race
    Half Human Half Nekojin
    Gender
    Female
    Location
    Corone
    Each tiny moan, every quiver that wracked her body was fuelled by urges that overpowered any sense of thought the woman usually had. Not that she had much to begin with. Her hands found their way to his hips and they feverishly clawed at his pants, literally ripping a hole into them. She murmured incomprehensibly into his ear as she tried to tug his pants down already grinding herself against his erect cock as it sprang forth (LIKE A MIGHTY STEED) from the hole in his pants. She needed this, she yearned for this. Anything to take this away from her would be considered a version of absolute teasing torture. “Please….” Eteri whined finally as her hand gripped his dick, shifting up and down it in a slow rhythm.

    He paused for a moment as she tore his pants open. The begging had been wonderful to hear, and a dark smirk stretched his lips for a moment. “Oh yes. Just keep begging for it, honey.”

    Eteri didn’t seem too pleased by this new turn of events, she attempted to straddle him, guiding him into her but Nevin held her away. Just far enough that she’d be able to feel his tip prod at her. “Nevinnnnn….” She whined, trying to overpower him in a futile effort. “Not fair!” She squirmed, becoming more than a handful for his muscular arms. One hand still attempted to guide him into her and the other dug into the mid of his back, her claws breaking his skin.

    It quickly became apparent what kind of person Eteri was in the bedroom, she was practically a weak, trembling putty in Nevin’s grip.
    I am cat gurl, gib me ur soul

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