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Post by rumsztyk on Jul 15, 2018 4:11:24 GMT -8
The redhead ought to be disappointed, for the Warden had lost any interest in her right now. Genuine concern was painted on his battle-scarred face.
"Hey. You alright?" George asked, vividly remembering every detail of their previous conversation. He put a hand on Duval's shoulder - a bit awkwardly, considering Courcy was still on his lap.
"Relax. Enjoy the moment." He gave a half-hearted wink to them both.
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Post by relentless on Jul 15, 2018 4:30:51 GMT -8
The man kept his head turned, even as Geoege placed a helping, or tempting hand on his shoulder. His mind seemed to fade, the spotlights of his consciousness blinking out one by one as this vulture woman tortured him from within. He could only spot the rotting thigh of Courcy, bone and sinew plentiful to see. And yet his body had an urge to pleasure it, despite Duvals consciousness shaking the bars, banging his head off them,until his mind soon faded away with sporadic coughing, as he was taken into the mist, helpless. Only fit the spectate and be tortured.
The rogues head eventually looked back slowly, a sharp exhale through his nose was prominent, and he eventually opened his eyes.
"A-Aye. Apologies... I wasn't feeling good just then. But now-"
His hands feebly traced up her thighs, his expression almost blank as he avoided her gaze, content with looking down at his unbuckled belt, the prominence of his unintended arousal was sparked.
"-But now I feel great."
He chuckled, though his eyes soon winced, the screams of torment from inside Duvals mind became louder until they were drowned again in the lustful aura. Eventually, his head would look up to stare at Courcys face, only able to see a rotting visage of what once was a beautiful person, now a corpse, with flays of skin and torn muscle hanging off her noseless, decayed appearance.
"Go on."
Was all he had to say with a strange smile to his face, choking on himself quietly as turmoil surged through him.
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Post by black379 on Jul 15, 2018 7:04:00 GMT -8
Courcy's smile waned for a moment as she detected some hesitance from the men. It was as though they were acting a scene that, truly, none of them wished to carry out. Scripted players in a play of lust. Still she was hot, and felt warmth in their own bodies, like sparks converging to ignite a passionate and terrible fire.
Turning her face upward to George, Courcy's grin returned and she purred to garner his attention. When she was sure the warden was watching her, the ginger leaned into Duval to kiss him in a perfectly salacious display. Her hand dug into Duval's trousers to further work him up. The hellion broke the kiss, peeked at George, then stole his own hand from the rogue's shoulder and guided it to her mouth.
"I want you both inside of me." She slowly licked her lips before taking George's finger into her mouth.
[curtains closing]
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Post by relentless on Jul 26, 2018 16:24:01 GMT -8
/Duval/
-George's office-
It had been a strenuous yet exciting evening, with the room bedecked with boOKs and paper swiped off the desk onto the cold floor, and with haggard breathing followed by some inhabitants of the office.
Yet Duval would not breath, he would not move. He sat there, his pants barely clung on and his shirt undone. The mans leaned back, eyes closed and mouth shut. Fingers drooped loosely down the armchair, and sweat lined his skin as Duval remained motionless and silent as he sat there.
He wouldn't stir, or make any attempt to rise. Nor did he seem conscious. He was as lively as a corpse hanging from the gallows. The complexation however, remained the same, despite the man's sweat lining his face and arms.
Despite these factors... no wound was visble to show any form of fatality. And there were signs of life, his muscles twitching and veins showing from beneath his tanned skin.
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Post by rumsztyk on Jul 31, 2018 12:10:55 GMT -8
George was mildly annoyed at the mess, but oh well. It was worth it.
As he fastened his belt buckle, looking down, he could not help but wonder about Duval's surprisingly weak stamina, and whether it had any correlation with his 'issues'. But as his eyes wandered towards Courcy, he soon forgot about that.
"Well, well, what do we have here." He mock inspected Duval's body, then assumed a vigilant and ruthless face as he stared Courcy down. "Indecent exposure, disturbing the peace..." He nudged the man's limp 'corpse' "...assault, and..." He looked around. "...vandalism." One last time, George approached the woman and did not keep his hands to himself. "Looks like I'll have to..."
"Let you off with a warning." He grinned in the most dirty way concievable.
The playful act done, he unlocked the door and began to gather his belongings and put them in a semi-orderly fashion. "Scoot. I got work to do." he stated plainly. "You too." He gave Duval a solid rib nudge.
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Post by black379 on Jul 31, 2018 19:43:03 GMT -8
Courcy chewed on her lip as the warden prattled on about her offenses. Her hands planted on her wide hips and she leaned forward for George to feel up her bust. Despite her aches and exhaustion, she felt soothed. The men tamed and quieted her lusts, for the time being. In George's hands, Courcy felt wanted. The ginger returned his wicked wry smile and slipped from his palms.
"Will you clap me in irons, next time?" She cooed while pulling up her corset that had folded around her midriff. The hellion stepped into her pants and set about fixing her own belt. Courcy watched Duval too with some measure of amusement, though his stillness was almost eerie. It had only been a day or so since the roguish fellow had rubbed her down in the bath house. They refrained, then, from anything more 'strenuous'. But Courcy hardly needed convincing to share herself between Duval and George.
"I'll see you 'round. I hope." Courcy scoffed and clutched her satchel to her chest tight as she moved toward the door. She felt as though she had been swimming upstream for the longest time, and that sooner rather than later, she would drown. She would soon depart for her second penalty mission - she was on the cusp of freedom from her debt. It was the perfect opportunity for some shadowy fiend to cut her down.
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Post by relentless on Aug 1, 2018 3:16:52 GMT -8
He did not budge when his ribs were prodded, and a sensation of cold as if he were picking up ice, washed over his fingertips. The only discernable reaction he got was Duvals nailed grinding into the arm rests.
"-Ss-t"
His tongue was caught, held down hard by whatever held him down. The man lip momentarily curled, yet no other movement formed around him.
Then quite randomly despite the lack of movement, his catatonic nature eventually ceased as his eyelids rose in a reluctant manner. He didn't dare hope to see the avatar of a corpse again, so he didn't move his head,looking straight up. Of course he could see George's head, as cocksure as always.
"-Sh..-shut up, I need... water."
Duval croaked, his tone quite dry and raspy, and he shared an even more dry look at George. Though it soon went away to look away from Courcy.
"Doubt you can... even afford water with this-shite- job!"
Duval let out a pained cough throughout his sentence, a numb arm shakily raised to his throat, holding it in place like it would fall off any second.
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Post by black379 on Aug 2, 2018 11:49:59 GMT -8
Her shoulder straps were pulled into place to be presentable. Courcy exhaled a contented sigh and offered each of the men a final wave before she slipped out of the office. George had his own work to do and she... she was anxious to be free. She was tired of scrounging off of others for food and drink, or a place to sleep. Courcy wondered if, when she was free of her debt, the Warden wouldn't care much to see her.
The hellion's freckled shoulders glistened with sweat and her red locks stuck to her forehead. Clearly she had been active, but there were few hints to spoil what she had been doing precisely. Courcy made her way quickly from the barracks, lest the other guardsmen suspect what had transpired between herself and their captain. Another wash may have been in order, but Courcy was keen to return to Tilly and Lekalis' home. She hoped they were worried for her absence in the last day or so.
[Courcy departs to the Fanuschrat's dwelling - Misc. Buildings]
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Post by Kidney on Aug 20, 2018 17:55:04 GMT -8
Roard entered the room, slowly removing his breastplate, spying a box of gloves and leg wrappings. Though the dipping pit that separated the giant from the box was vast, a section of the Guild Hall had been segregated in order to provide a medium-sized bowl-like structure filled with peat. Roard took off the bronze bits of armor upon himself, and began to walk towards the gloves and wraps.
His feet sunk heavily into the peat, "Ah, blasted dirt."
He soon grabbed the largest gloves he could find, stuffing his already wrapped hands into them, creating a heavy, multi-layered pad on his hands. He neglected the leg wrappings, for kicks were tough on his knees and bad for his top-heavy body. "Take what you require Isaac," he said to the boy, turning to stand on one edge of the pit.
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Post by kssanthony101 on Aug 20, 2018 19:10:59 GMT -8
"Got it." Issac responded. He took off his leather chestplate and all the leather pads on his knees and shoulders. He then left his satchel with the rest of his gear before grabbing some wrappings for his legs and hands. The feeling to him was rather encumbersome but he dealt with worse things to carry before. Applying the wrappings and such, he did a few stretches before meeting with Roard on another edge of the same pit, face to face.
"So any rules that I need to know before we brawl friend?"
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Post by Kidney on Aug 20, 2018 19:29:46 GMT -8
Roard watched the man, his stained, slightly damp tunic sticking to his thick wrappings on his chest and arms and hands. He allowed himself some rudimentary stretches, mostly his arms and chest, watching the smaller man do so much more. He cracked his neck, holding his hands at his sides, he clearly was a brawler.
"No eye-gouging, pulling of skin or cocks. No biting, and no wrestling."
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Post by kssanthony101 on Aug 20, 2018 19:42:09 GMT -8
Issac cracked his knuckles and hopped in place for a bit, warming up his body. He had a simple brown tunic covering his body without his armor. He smirked with both confidence and a inner little devil, all in a friendly manner.
"Alright then, just so you know friend, I won't go easy on you."
He readied for the fight, he was quite pumped for it since he didn't have some action for a couple of days due to travelling and such.
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Post by Kidney on Aug 20, 2018 20:00:44 GMT -8
Roard reached up and grabbed the mask from his head. He pulled it slowly, the mitten-like gloves and bandages proving a strange buffer from the recently mucked up back of the mask. He threw it to the side, cracking the other side of his neck slowly. There was a sound of grinding teeth, and Roard displayed a face of no emotion, simply concentration.
"Advance."
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Post by kssanthony101 on Aug 20, 2018 20:09:43 GMT -8
Issac still kept his smirk despite how emotionless Roard was. His arms were a bit toned but not muscular toned. He silently laughed a bit before he charged right at Roard, sprinting towards Roard as he hurled a punch, going for his stomach. Issac's speed was as fast as a deer running from it's prey. He may lack physical strength but he was a natural runner for his young age. He roared in a battle cry.
"Have at thee!"
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Post by Kidney on Aug 20, 2018 20:20:50 GMT -8
Roard was the opposite of ready. The punch slammed all wind from his lungs, and his body crumpled around Isaac's fist. Roard let out a grunt, followed by a wheeze as he stepped back. He turned away from Isaac, grimacing before standing at full height, yanking his body in a ferocious right hook, aimed for Isaac's face.
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