Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-24026095-20170424192047

Yumi leaps ten feet in the air, her horns creating new holes in the roof at TJK's shout. ‘WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!’ she screams, punching the wall and turning around to glare at TJK. She's barely able to get in a word over his long speech about this being a non-lethal game while attempting to say that the Binary Rifle and other Promethean weapons will just make the target dissipate in orange flakes. Although that might be counted as killing, too, but surely there's no killing when there's no body? Lost in her thoughts of turning things to orange vapour, she doesn't notice the back of his hand flying at her face, and then the slap across her cheek at a speed which broke the sound barrier as it came at her with a swish. It hits her with surprising force, sending her flying through the air in anime slow-mo, her body lifting up and her legs leaving the ground as she becomes parallel to it. Her body starts moving down as he snaps, ‘Goddamn! This is a game! If I wanted people to kill each other, then I would have called it a Death Battle! Jesus...’ She falls closer and closer to the floor, finally hitting it with a massive thud. She lies there as he starts walking away, too stunned to move or react, and wondering what she did to deserve it since she was just protecting her friend. The shock of the backhanded slap from the cutie in a sub pilot's suit whom Yumi had also began liking ever since Claire invited her aboard for her help finally starts wearing off. Yumi raises her knees and puts her elbows on the ground, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs and groaning. She spots six bolts of red flying at her, and rolls her eyes and groans. &lsquo;Yeah, real nice, no killing,&rsquo; she mutters sarcastically. She stands up quickly, the action making her a little woozy because of the shock of being slapped by someone she was willing to share with her friend. It finally sinks in that her future lover whacked her across the face, leaving a slight stinging there, and she grits her teeth, all of them showing in a snarl of depressed fury. &lsquo;It's not like it hurt, but I wouldn't expect such a thing from lover boy. I can't be stamped on all the fu-freakin' time ...&rsquo; She punches the floor, leaving a massive dent in it, and then clenches her fist and raises it at TJK's retreating back as he charges to the helmsman's seat. She charges forward as the first wave of red blasts through the wall. The second and third fly through it as well as she leaps on the walls and rebounds between them with monster speed and agility. She runs along the wall, leaps for the opposite one as a fourth and fifth blast flies through it again, and leaps over the next one, her legs spread apart horizontally and flying over it like a long jumper. She hits the ground running and yells, &lsquo;YOU'RE MINE!!!!!!&rsquo; while throwing Flares towards the helmsman's seat, creating a blinding white light everywhere. She fires one remaining shot of the Binary Rifle to where she thought he was, the weapon automatically dismantling as she whips out a new case of ammo and slaps it into the gap made for it. The weapon reassembles and she aims it at the light, checking her motion tracker for the red dot of TJK and the reticle of her weapon, sweeping it back and forth to see if it'll turn red.

Claire sighs and zooms at the portholes, her jetpack sending trails of exhaust fire from the back while sending a message to Siri from their private neural network interface. [I suppose Lilith will be stuck with smearing food all over her fat ass and going around ordering others to lick it off her. Maybe she'll even have whipped cream smeared all over her pretty toes – well, they do look nice, it's not like I'm into yuri or yaoi. The armour will just be an impediment to her if she wants to rub her big titties on the kitchen countertop covered in a mega-sized cake so she can slurp it off her own bazooms. Get the armour off for now, but let her have it back the moment she can battle. And let her keep her weapons which she can magically bring out of her clothes. Or to hell with that, just let the whole weapon be formed out of hard light from any particles in the room and it should re-assemble in her hand. Problem is, those are the only ones we can bring up from scratch, we can't just generate plasma or bullets on command, but they should be enough since they disintegrate targets.]

Siri brings up a holographic cuntrol panel (sorry) which is shaped like a huge pussy with enormous, hanging lips, and starts typing in a series of commands with one hand, using the other to rub her wet twat. She sighs and slips her fingers into her hole, groaning at the feeling after having pussy juices build up for an hour and a half. Her other hand slips down towards her erect, hard clit, peeking out from under her mound. She pinches it and gives a quiet moan. She really has to release this now, remaining standing by rubbing her smooth thighs and clenching her cunt muscles was not helping her much. She whimpers as she feels a small explosion of juices from her pussy which starts making a wet trail down her right thigh. It feels so warm and wet, and her body and mind are about to melt. If only she could fabricate her biggest digital vibrator without her hands leaving her body, like the way they were tracing circles around her enormous boobs ...

She hears a tapping noise simulating someone knocking on a helmet, and Claire's worried voice filling her head. [Are you okay, Siri? Are you horny again? Do you want me to take care of this while you squirt this place down like a garden hose out of control?]

Siri gasps and shakes it, her enormous ass and tits jiggling with the sudden motion and her hands flying away from her pussy and quickly typing with both hands on the panel, leaving binary juices on some of the keys. She completes the instructions to make the MJOLNIR suit disappear and drops her hands to her sides, a faint blue blush spreading across her face. The holo panel starts disappearing into little blue numbers, fading from view.

Meanwhile, Lilith stands up from the glowing yellow circles as she hears TJK's voice from somewhere in the distance, announcing that teleporting and joining the game now is banned. She screams in frustration, pulls her long, white hair, rolls around on the floor and kicks her legs up the air while hitting the ground with her fists. ‘IT'S NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!! I WANTED IN ON THAT GAME TOO, IT'S JUST TOO MUCH FUN SHOWING OFF MY NAKED SELF AND DISTRACTING THE PLAYERS!!!!!!!!!!’ She howls and kicks and throws herself around the floor in a massive dark elf tantrum, covering herself with the food on the floor and messing up the kitchen even more. It almost looks like a comical WAM fantasy on Pornhub. She stands up when she's at the other end of the kitchen after having rolled around every inch of it and covered herself in food. Her face and nose are a bit sticky, her miniskirt is white and green, her bra is covered in pink icing and carrots, and there are some radishes stuffed down her substantial H-cup cleavage. Her large ass also feels sticky and smeared with cupcake crumbs and butter because of her wearing no panties. Her chocolatey brown thighs are smeared with generous dollops of cheesecake and toffee, so that it's hard to unstick them together. She almost looks like she's struggling not to pee in public. Her lower legs and calves are spared due to her knee-high boots, though they're covered in spots of ball bearings and chocolate truffle cake. She looks down and suddenly turns a fiery red, pulling six-foot long sausages out of the front of her miniskirt and patting herself down to appear respectable.

She vaguely hears something about TRK saying all dark elf bitches need to be dommed and collared. Getting up, she scowls and folds her arms, looking like a rather sexy mishmash of food and chocolate skin. ‘That's so specist, you know. The only rulers should be dark elves and Lilims, because the lilims have magic and we wield the whip. And ... wait a wet pussy minute –’ She frowns at her own strange method of swearing as she looks over the self-proclaimed king of rapes' – or was it rapetiles'? – hentai mag. The dark elf in it is strung up from the ceiling, her wrists bound together and a ballgag in her mouth. She looks terrified and has tears in the corners of her eyes. Worst of all, if Lilith would use an anime filter on Instagram to change her own facial (heh) features, she would look no different from the picture, maybe except having a cup-larger bust. The Mech Pilot has an absolutely evil grin on his face as he shoves a twenty-foot long double-ended dildo inside her open, exposed ass. Her legs are up in the air, her ankles shackled to the walls so her legs are in a spread-eagle. Her vulnerable ass and pussy are open to the whole world, and the Mech Pilot is having no trouble taking advantage of it. While pushing every inch of the long, long dildo up her asshole, he had his index and middle fingers pinching and pulling on her clitoris with the ring and little finger buried in her cunt up to the knuckle. His thumb is rubbing and exploring her taint. Anyone could see that much of stimulation would overload plenty of humans and was overkill for someone as sensitive as most mamono, including dark elves who particularly enjoyed BDSM. She shivered a little bit at the thought of him nipping the sensitive points of her ears, but then the rightful outrage she felt at the thought of a sister dark elf actually being dominated – dominated – came to the fore. She spat out a few crumbs of chocolate cake and hissed, &lsquo;That's disgusting. Perverted. If all you humans would cum to terms with the fact that we're superior and rule you, you'd know that it's humans and rapetiles who need to be strung up this way and punished for their transgressions against dark elves, including being disobedient.&rsquo;

She walks past TRK to the dining table, her fists clenched and her eyes glowing with spite. She unzipped her skirt and let the messy leather fall to the floor, her big round ass now completely exposed without any panties. As she reached the table, swinging her hips and making sure her ass was wiggling to either sides, she turned around and placed her palms on the table. Crossing her legs, she pulled herself up on the table and planted her ass on the remains of cucumber and cheesecake, the wet squish sending some of the food out from under her ass and spreading outwards. Her crossed legs hid her soft, wet folds from the world as she leaned forward and placed a long, painted index finger on her chin, her elbow resting on her smooth thigh. &lsquo;Yeah, the work I do is waiting for some cleaners to clean up.&rsquo;