Post by Garra Desalmados on Jan 31, 2013 14:32:52 GMT -5
Tsukimiya Kyouko reporting for duty, Commander!
Please be gentle!
You have to transform Kyousuke into a girl now.
She'd be adorable.
Gonna' be frank here, how could I possibly steal the innocence of such sweet loli goodness?
Gender-swapped Kyou is a legal adult in all US States and Territories and features a bust and bottom size that would certainly not bring anyone to question otherwise. I'd like to get through this week without having the FBI go through my computer and stare awkwardly at my plainly not hidden search records which may or may not contain an hours worth of typing #Penis (and derivatives) into Google to see how far the Twitter had spread...
Bed springs, old and worn, creaked as two bodies fell onto it. First to fall was one toned and slender. In turn the next crawled down over the body , the long brown hair of the woman framing her face as she hovered over her unexpected partner this evening. The smaller, fairer, dainter woman beneath only looked up with uncertain, vulnerable eyes as if staring down a predator. “So quick to submit,” the brunette whispered. Her lips hovered carefully over the skin of smaller woman and took great pride in the sight of goose bumps cascading over her skin in response. “If you plan to marry Tova you’re going to have to learn to participate…”
Quiet mewls were all that escaped the light-haired angel beneath the woman, the hole in her body and soul prominent. Overtop her Barrie let her fingers trace its outline, only the pad of the finger allowed to glide along the skin. Another chill ran through the smaller woman, Quinta Espada herself, as her mewl matured into a full-throated, womanly moan. “That’s more like it,” she whispered, husky in her own anticipation, as her lips finally touched the paler neck of the innocent Tori. Another jerk and she writhed in the blankets. Her fingers gripped at the linen of the bed they had commandeered, an entire hotel room theirs for the night that they’d never be able to speak of again. “Just let it out, Tova likes them vocal…”
Tonight, and only tonight, she would.
They'll only be posted for consideration and entertainment. Garra can add them as he pleases. I'll be going in no particular order.
Bed springs, old and worn, creaked as two bodies fell onto it. First to fall was one toned and slender. In turn the next crawled down over the body , the long brown hair of the woman framing her face as she hovered over her unexpected partner this evening. The smaller, fairer, dainter woman beneath only looked up with uncertain, vulnerable eyes as if staring down a predator. “So quick to submit,” the brunette whispered. Her lips hovered carefully over the skin of smaller woman and took great pride in the sight of goose bumps cascading over her skin in response. “If you plan to marry Tova you’re going to have to learn to participate…”
Quiet mewls were all that escaped the light-haired angel beneath the woman, the hole in her body and soul prominent. Overtop her Barrie let her fingers trace its outline, only the pad of the finger allowed to glide along the skin. Another chill ran through the smaller woman, Quinta Espada herself, as her mewl matured into a full-throated, womanly moan. “That’s more like it,” she whispered, husky in her own anticipation, as her lips finally touched the paler neck of the innocent Tori. Another jerk and she writhed in the blankets. Her fingers gripped at the linen of the bed they had commandeered, an entire hotel room theirs for the night that they’d never be able to speak of again. “Just let it out, Tova likes them vocal…”
Tonight, and only tonight, she would.
They'll only be posted for consideration and entertainment. Garra can add them as he pleases. I'll be going in no particular order.
“Do you know,” he whispered, his lips hovered next to the ear of the small girl pressed flat against the wall of his old Maggot’s Nest cell. “Just how I long I spent here, beloved sister?” Teeth gritted together the small girl struggled against him. A tour of the nest, lunch, his treat! A chance to get to know him! Now she could feel his hand glide up her side through the robes and her body’s shudder in response. Calm, collected laughter echoed off the walls of the chamber with a sinister ring. Immediately she could feel her breath quicken, the arrogance and confidence bringing a heated rush to her face and skin.
“Let me go you prick!” This was all the small, dirty blonde girl could offer in protest. Her body squirmed and lighting arced from her arm, pressed into her own back, and onto his. Blue bolts trailed over his skin and rose the hairs on his large, powerful arm, but he only laughed louder. Unfazed entirely his hand grabbed her black robes and tore with a violent ferocity he could thank Hazuki for.
Another sound echoed down the empty halls, a scream, the scream of the small girl as the last bits of her robe fell to the floor in shameful tatters. Tears built in the corners of her eyes as she felt his breath and lips move up the back of her neck, barely able to murmur a response, “…O-Onii-chan, you…” Still pinned against the wall her struggles relented and her panting became the only noise to mix in with his occasional chuckle.
“Yes, beloved sister,” he asked, “What do you need of your brother?” Out of the corner of her eye a glimmer of fear and apprehension mixed in as she stared back at her "brother" wantonly.