RPG:B&M Chronicles 3

This was a roleplaying session on F-List. Even though it is in English - thus requiring no translation - a short, abridged recap will be provided on.

It took place in the BandM Castle, with the full list of relevant logs being:
 * RPG:B&M Chronicles 1 (2016)
 * RPG:B&M Chronicles 2 (2017 February - 2017 May)
 * RPG:B&M Chronicles 3 (2017 May - 2017 November)
 * RPG:B&M Chronicles 4 (2018)

Only open if you are over 18.

B&M Tavern - 2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 11:31:45
{{RPG Post/Eve Smith |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 21:50:25 {{RPG Post/Eve Smith |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 21:50:26 }} {{RPG Post/Stephanus Tavilrond |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 21:53:04 But if she, for some reason, accepts the glomp... then he just ignores her talk of fetishes and starts to rub her head like that of a pet, and kiss her cheek, and such affectionate gestures. It&apos;s like he hasn&apos;t heard her at all. But if she just let him fall to the ground, no such things. }} {{RPG Post/Mary Lenaii |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:00:44 And then Mary was savagely attacked by her husband. She wasn&apos;t going anywhere, and also didn&apos;t know any magic to avoid these types of situations... which was fine, because she reached into her dress pockets and pulled out a wand. This sort of thing was something she could get used to: being pet and given affection. She&apos;d smooch Stephanus on the cheek in return, and give him a back rub as they mingled with eachother. }} {{RPG Post/W i t c h |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:03:52 }} {{RPG Post/Eve Smith |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:07:51 }} {{RPG Post/Stephanus Tavilrond |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:10:17 All it takes for his wife to grab all of his attention is to just appear, then everything he talked about with everyone else - gone. Full attention on his wife. All the subjects he talked about with Eve and her friend Eira - gone. Eyes on Mary and Mary only. Probably the exact opposite of what Mary wants. }} {{RPG Post/Aetharis |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:14:17 }} {{RPG Post/Mary Lenaii |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:17:23 Now, she was free to do what she liked, unmolested... which, now that she thought about it, she kind of enjoyed the earlier levels of molestation. &quot;Oh, Eve. You want an... arm wrestling competition. Okay.&quot; A sickening smile crossed her face, as she waggled the wand and blasted more magic at Eve! &quot;You didn&apos;t say I had to use my aaaarm!&quot; Thankfully, this wasn&apos;t some lethal spell or magic, no. It was a gag from the local cities; when hit with the magic of this wand, one feels the urge to cum. }} {{RPG Post/W i t c h |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:20:02 }} {{RPG Post/Eve Smith |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:26:27 }} {{RPG Post/Aetharis |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:28:23 }} {{RPG Post/Stephanus Tavilrond |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:31:05 &quot;Maybe you were right. Maybe I should try to whip her.&quot; he said to Eve, although he wasn&apos;t sure he she even suggested that to him to begin with. But whatever. No time to turn back now, even if it will make him look stupid. }} {{RPG Post/W i t c h |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:33:48 }} {{RPG Post/Mary Lenaii |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:36:11 &quot;What?&quot; When she turned around to witness Stephanus, she was befuddled. &quot;You&apos;re supposed to be a weird mess on the floor, laying there, making odd noises and creaming yourself!&quot; She inspected the wand, but couldn&apos;t figure out what this was about. &quot;Why didn&apos;t you cum?&quot; }} {{RPG Post/Eve Smith |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:41:03 Someone woke up the dragon. }} {{RPG Post/Aetharis |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:42:19 }} {{RPG Post/Stephanus Tavilrond |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:44:06 &quot;Maybe I need to be more forceful with you next time.&quot; he grumbled to Mary, pouting. &quot;After all... we are married. Nothing should be too intimate for us.&quot; still pouting. }} {{RPG Post/W i t c h |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:46:09 }} {{RPG Post/Mary Lenaii |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 22:59:52 She didn&apos;t feel safe being too close to him, because she couldn&apos;t give him what he needed; there was more to her reasoning of wanting him to find other women - lack of confidence. Thus, she&apos;d quickly shuffle off behind the bar and get herself a drink, to help that growing fear of her own husband. }} {{RPG Post/Stephanus Tavilrond |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 23:03:54 &quot;My love... we... we need to... talk about it...&quot; he sighed. &quot;I love you, and I want to make you happy, but.... I have needs too. And I don&apos;t want to turn to others to fufill them, contrary to your constant suggestions... I only have eyes for you.&quot; }} {{RPG Post/Mary Lenaii |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 23:14:06 Surveying the room quickly, she&apos;d look towards the witch. Her instinct was to suggest Stephanus go for her, but he wouldn&apos;t. She knew that. &quot;I just can&apos;t, and I know I can&apos;t fix it. So... do what you have to.&quot; }} {{RPG Post/Stephanus Tavilrond |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 23:21:01 &quot;Is it that discomforting...?&quot; he asked, looking down, part of him thinking he made a big mistake. &quot;I guess I&apos;ll just order another round...&quot; he said, still looking down, now with a tone of voice that sounded somewhat... depressed. Order another round? He meant wine. But in case Mary, the person standing behind the bar didn&apos;t get it, he&apos;d just look up at her, glare and say &quot;Give me some wine. Now.&quot; with a much harsher voice. He&apos;s gonna drown his sorrows. }} {{RPG Post/Mary Lenaii |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 23:32:48 Tears started to rush out of her eyes, as she was powerless to stop crying. She dashed off to her room, bolting the door shut as she whined - soon after, things would go quiet, as Mary had learned to suffer quietly by shoving her face into a pillow. }} {{RPG Post/Stephanus Tavilrond |date=2017. máj. 25., csütörtök, 23:37:06 So he just went behind the counter, grabbed a bottle of wine, and sighed. &quot;You&apos;re my only true friend now...&quot; - he said to the bottle of wine, then opened it and began drinking, while walking out of the tavern slowly, and with a sad expression. }}
 * post=Eve Smith totally sees the crazy little woman with the whip, but doesn&apos;t say anything. Instead, she adds, &quot;I&apos;ve only been with one man and for a short time.&quot; She grins at Mary. &quot;But how would you KNOW about the fetish? Especially if you two have been married for...three days now?&quot;
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 * post=Stephanus Tavilrond &apos;s attention immediately turns to Mary. And he puts down the wine, and immediately starts walking towards Mary at an accelerating rate, only to glomp her as soon as he can... unless she teleports away or something, then he just glomps the air, which equates to falling onto the ground and hitting his head.
 * post=Mary Lenaii winks at Eve: &quot;I just know. Somehow. So, as long as I&apos;m here, I&apos;ll have to find a stronger woman than myself!&quot;
 * post=W i t c h was beginning to lose herself in the intense, electric feelings sparking all throughout her body-- from her butt to her neck to her breasts, everything was alit with burning pleasure and the most that she could do beyond that moment in time was simply enjoy it. Her mouth was agape, drooling. Her pussy was soaking wet. Every tiny hair on her body was standing on end, and the hair upon her head was quickly fraying under that rough grasp. Everything about her was changing for the moment to most accurately fit the situation. And then it hit: the incredibly distinct searing hot warmth of the man&apos;s seed blasting her insides and painting the innermost walls pure white. The feeling alone was enough to drive a woman mad, but then! It didn&apos;t end there, no. For she was once more turned about, her eyes given to the low light of the room once more and there she could see his prick changing and transforming, which thanks to the absence of a leather choker around her neck, allowed her to gasp simply at the sight of such a fantastic thing. He truly WAS more powerful than she&apos;d given him credit for. But she hadn&apos;t yet really seen the effects, though when she did, she would never likely be able to go back. &quot;My, my...&quot; she breathed in a raspy shadow of her normal tone, her eyes squinting through the light whilst widening in the slightest. She could hardly believe what she was seeing, but it only became so much more REAL when she felt it force up inside of her extremely wet cunt. The sorts of feelings it brought with it were unparalleled. It was like having the best vibrating dildo that money could buy, on top of it being extremely warm, incredibly rigid, covered in slick fluids, AND with the ability to potentially stretch her out so much more with that huge knot right at the base. She could only imagine how that would feel, but for the time she was focused on the bizarre yet utterly welcome feelings of beads stirring up her sensitive innermost nethers.
 * post=Eve Smith listens to Mary&apos;s response, curious as always what crazy thing will come out of her mouth next. &quot;Oh yeah?&quot; Both brows raised and a grin of challenge on her face, Eve peels herself off the armchair she shares with Eira and kneels down at the coffee table. Her elbow drops down with a dramatic thump. &quot;Let&apos;s see if you can beat me in an arm wrestle.&quot; The ginger is significantly stronger than she looks. Being a smith, she has to be!
 * post=Stephanus Tavilrond is not content with just smooching Mary&apos;s cheeks, or being smooched by her on the cheeks - he&apos;d go for a full kiss, smooching her lips. But not just her lips, but even more - he&apos;d have his tongue penetrate her mouth, to lick her tongue and greedily suck on her tongue... if she doesn&apos;t pull away or do anything harsh against it, that is. Then, even after the kiss would be broken, depending on whether he has the option to or not, he&apos;d just go for Mary&apos;s neck next. &quot;I love you.&quot; he&apos;d say to Mary, after kissing her, then he&apos;d take her hand and lead her towards the counter. &quot;I suppose we should have a drink now, not?&quot; he would ask from his wife.
 * post=Aetharis being rough as he could get in this position for her, locked his eye&apos;s with hears even if she didn&apos;t do it back. Just enjoyed his time giving her something else to think about while the knot slowly started to swell. Giving it more of his rough thrusting to her body. Removing the bindings from her body so allow her movement. Really curious to see what she is going to do now, much to what he knew this might not be the brightest idea he would finish with. Never knew what she might do after that, heck there is more to it than that. Idea&apos;s came to his head and reached down grabbing her breasts once more. Ravaging her pussy and the depth&apos;s making sure that she is left with pleasure from his strange cock, repeatedly slammed into her harder each time. Ignoring his own bodies limits, needing to release one more time inside of her. And it was coming closer and closer, just from the knot swelling more and more each time, even forced it to pass her velvety folds.
 * post=Mary Lenaii, indeed, felt too obsessed over. Mary was even alright with the lip-kiss, as their relationship had moved forward. She felt more comfortable around him; but when her mouth started to get invaded? She had to do something. So, promptly, she&apos;d take that wand she had pulled out of her pocket and blast him twice with it, in the back.
 * post=W i t c h was thoroughly enjoying the amount of sheer power that was being put behind each thrust, let alone the pleasure that every extra second brought to her. Though it was when those bindings were released that she was finally able to put to good use the pent up physical release that she so desperately needed to get out - while he began to grope at her breasts, even going so far as to force that knot past her folds (which left small trails of blood in its wake), she immediately threw her arms around his torso. Not to hold on or to help her remain stable, but instead to show her own kind of affection. Similarly to a cat on a scratching post, her fingernails began to claw in a berserk flurry of flesh-tearing repetitions. She could feel the warmth of the man&apos;s blood pooling underneath her nails, but every gash was nothing more than a superficial mar in his otherwise stone-hard flesh. If he was going to treat her so roughly, it was only right that she does the same. All the while her legs are trembling with the sheer force of his will, her body visibly ready to give out by this point... and that was because she&apos;d finally cum again herself, coating his strangely shaped member in thick swathes of her juices. By now she was nearly dehydrated if only because of the amount of liquids she&apos;d expelled from below.
 * post=Eve Smith just witnessed a wife abuse her husband. &quot;Do you have a spell on him?&quot; She can&apos;t help but ask, noticing how Stephanus&apos; entire being changes whenever his beloved Mary walks into the room. Thankfully, instincts kick in and she quickly ducks down under the table as soon as Mary points a wand at her, glad to miss the uncomfortable and rapey urges that came with them. Not knowing what she missed, the ginger furrows her brow and pokes her head up. &quot;Alright, no arm wrestling,&quot; she assures the woman, chuckling. &quot;It&apos;s not nice to point weapons at people.&quot; Though she tries her best to sound as playful and nonchalant as ever, Eve&apos;s hands are curled up in fists, her eyes watch the other more firmly than before, expecting another &apos;attack&apos;.
 * post=Aetharis felt her nails against his back along with blood, winced a little at it. Only stopped moment&apos;s later when he pushed the strange cock into her depths once more. With the knot entering one final time, she&apos;d feel it swell up and lock them together while it begins to pump threads of white hot cum all over. Coating her insides violently, even more came out of the cock, this time it was thicker too. &quot; Oh well look at you, feeling better, and it was nice to meet you Camille. &quot; No longer talking as the male wait&apos;s for the swelling to relieve it&apos;s self of all the thick cum for her. Pulled both hands away from her breasts, letting her rest while making conversation or trying to. Not even knowing what she might be thinking, &quot; I believe if you like more, I am found around here. &quot; Maybe he would go rest in his bed much after this. With her lust and his finally sated after a long time. He might not even do anything or think of it for a while. Knowing his own body it might be too good to be true.
 * post=Stephanus Tavilrond is blasted away from his beloved wife onto the floor. &quot;Curses! This always happens!&quot; he says angrily as he hits the floor, taking a lesser amount of damage than he should have. Then he stands up and walks back to Mary.... or rather, behind her, deliberately interrupting what conversation might go on between Mary and Eve. &quot;Whad&apos;ya do that for?&quot; he asked, assuming a shocked, disturbed tone, like someone who is disgusted with something. Indignant even.
 * post=W i t c h eventually ceased her clawing, particularly around the time when that knot entered her tight folds and fully forced them apart, leaving her with rope after rope of that delicious seed. She couldn&apos;t help but wonder at just how virile the stuff was, and what would happen if she disabled her &apos;fertility switch&apos; to let it all take place. Alas, she wouldn&apos;t risk it due to the sheer power of his magic, let alone what his body may be able to produce. Everything seemed to be coming to a close by this point, and so she gradually ran her hands down his back. &quot;Much better, thank you, Aetharis,&quot; she cooed politely in response, her body slowly healing up all of the red marks and bruises, except for that one particular spot around her neck where a distinct purple outline wrapped around from her throat to the back, including along the sides. It was similar to that of a collar, but rather a pleasant remnant of one of her favorite aspects of their time together. &quot;I&apos;ll certainly seek you out again, as it was truly a pleasure meeting you as well. Thank you for all of your accommodations,&quot; she breathed at last, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment while they finished off that seemingly endless release that took place from what she imagined to be the depths of his balls.
 * post=Mary Lenaii was shocked at how ready Eve was. &quot;You should, uh, have known better! I win all contests. Forever. Also yes, I think he has some sort of ancient curse or something. I&apos;ll have to look into that.&quot; Mary had yet to put the wand away, yet, as in her mind it didn&apos;t fully process that wands were typically used to kill people...
 * post=Eve Smith closes her eyes for several long moments and takes a few steadying breaths while Mary addresses Stephanus. The false attack had entirely set her off her game. &quot;See you later,&quot; is offered to the happy couple. Without a word beyond that, she pushes herself sharply off the ground and strides out of the tavern, slamming the door behind her.
 * post=Aetharis &quot; I will be glad to please you once more, but never know what will happen. Will be honest as much as you are beautiful. And part of my nature, I wonder what would happen something like new life started growing. &quot; Finished talking enough to allow her time to relax and recover her energy. He however started to feel relieved once it started to loosen up. Clearly something else might have taken place, seeing as the male was draining it all into her. Maybe for a while he held back, just how much did he have for power or magic, even so he didn&apos;t pursue anything else other than when ever the knot fully deflated. Allowing him to pull out and revert it back to normal. Even would help her dress her, least he could do for her. Giving her a small smile and even a last kiss on her lips. &quot; Well I think I may lay down for a while, feeling a little drained. &quot; Written all over his face and body, making his way over to the door and waited, dressed his self, &quot; I can let you rest before joining every one? &quot; If so he left her alone in the room. Walked past every one up the stair&apos;s and down the hall to the main room which he opened and closed behind him. Moved to his large bed and flopped into it, passing out quickly, leaving nothing but seemingly dead to the world.
 * post=Stephanus Tavilrond scratches his own head innocently, like a child. &quot;Oh, did I? I was too busy feeling pain and agony being blasted towards the floor with full force, then angry over your... act of shirking your duties as a wife. I didn&apos;t know if I had any cream between my legs.&quot; he responded to her. He doesn&apos;t even notice that Eve was leaving.
 * post=W i t c h allowed his words to echo within her ears, though by this point she&apos;d said nothing at all. She wasn&apos;t exactly sure what she wanted to say, or how to say it. That being the case she felt it was best to let what had already been said ruminate for a while. Hopefully he&apos;d learned that even something as lowly as a witch could take him down a bit, what with having clearly exhausted him. Maybe now he would reconsider trying to tangle with the gods he didn&apos;t yet know of, the ones that were still stronger than what he would one day come to be. For a long while she laid there, thinking about these things while her body slowly absorbed the majority of his semen, her clothing hiding the still-healing red marks that littered her body. Before too long, she sat up and exited the red room, making her way into the main body of the tavern. Once there, she promptly sat down in the same chair she occupied before, lifted the goblet that still sat there, and began to drink deeply from it to try and soothe her throat.
 * post=Mary Lenaii slowly started to convert from her ordinary joy of existence to discomfort. Discomfort, with a hint of fear. &quot;Of course there&apos;s things that are too intimate for us.&quot; She had indeed shirked her wifely duties; if only because she never had a boyfriend, much less a husband.
 * post=Stephanus Tavilrond pouted. &quot;No there aren&apos;t&quot;. He grumbled, pouting, almost like some girl rather than the man he was. Then he just sat down at the table to finish his wine that he didn&apos;t even completely drink yet. Only after finishing his drink would he walk towards the bar to talk to his wife.
 * post=Mary Lenaii makes sure to stay safely behind the bar, with enough distance so that she could run if she had to. &quot;I can&apos;t. I just can&apos;t, okay?&quot; Mary was shivering, as her fear had only increased with confrontation: &quot;I don&apos;t have the skills and I&apos;m not comfortable enough to do things like that. With anyone.&quot;
 * post=Stephanus Tavilrond can only sigh. &quot;I have no skills either... But you can&apos;t be uncomfortable doing those things with your husband... We are married. It is the duty of a wife and a husband to do those things to each other when the other one wants it... &quot; he tried to explain. &quot;Am I having unreasonable demands when I kiss you?&quot; he asked.
 * post=Mary Lenaii somehow had never felt more guilty before in her entire life. Swiftly, she&apos;d grab at the different containers and set them before Stephanus: A few entire bottles of wine, and a few half-empty bottles of hard liquor. &quot;I&apos;m... I&apos;m so sorry. I just can&apos;t go from having zero affection to something like this.&quot;
 * post=Stephanus Tavilrond wanted to stop Mary so bad, and comfort her upon the sight of her tears... but before he even had the time to say &apos;Wait, don&apos;t go!&apos; or &apos;D-don&apos;t cry, my love!&apos;, she was already off. He was powerless to stop his beloved and cherished wife from crying, feeling guilty and running off. And it was all his fault. He made her feel guilty. He made her cry. Which in turn made HIM feel guilty and feel terrible. Yet, as a man who has seen terrible things before in his life... he couldn&apos;t get himself to cry.