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 Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 6:51 am
Billy's cheak twitched as he gave a snort, "A' least banned it from octopi. Gettin'antsy. Don' know how long I'll have lungs fer still, righ'?" He gave another manic sort of giggle. He'd spent far too long alone. "Enough aboo' me, then, lets talk aboo' you an' them legs o' yers."
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:00 am
She nodded, definately getting where he was coming from. In that respect at least she COULD be thankful that she wasn't turning into something more disgusting. But, that didn't make her clutch any easier. No way in hell did it.
At the next remark she chuckled softly and stretched her legs out. She may have been rather short at 5' 4, but she was lean and her legs long enough to where it always made her look taller then she was. "Oh yeah...?" she grinned, "What about them?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:07 am
"I like 'em," ******** Aubrey. ******** Antony. If they wanted to play games, let them. He would play games of his own. Stupid women. "Was' yer name?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:17 am
"Most people do," Maryke replied cooly as she stood up from where she was sitting. She brushed herself off, making sure he got a cleavage shot as she bent over. No, she wasn't really interested. But as of late she'd been feeling less and less unattractive. Yes, even with such a small change the vain madam was becoming agitated and depressed over it.
"Maryke," she said, letting her 'r' roll out in a slight purr. "Yours?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:21 am
A tentacle slid towards her as though offering to shake hands from his wheelchair, "William. Generally called Billy by th'general crowd," He gave her a psudo-beaked grin, rolling his chair a bit closer in her direction.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:23 am
Maryke was unpreturbed by the sight of a tentacle sliding towards her. She was still in 'game mode' so she took it with twinkling eyes and raised eyebrow. "Billy," she said giving his tentacle a few quick pumps. "Pleasure.."
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:30 am
He gave a little inhuman noise in the back of his throat, the tentacle tip sliding around her wrist to suddenly pull her closer, "Pleasure's all mine, I'm sure." The suckers kept his already strong grip even more thourough.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:38 am
She made her own little noise, a small tiny little gasp that escaped from her full lips. She jerked her hand, but his tentacle was MUCH stronger then she was. Not that the madam could really do that much damage anyway.
"What's this..?" she breathed out, finding herself closer to him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:54 am
"A pretty t'ing like you aint built fer furr," two more tentacled limbs uncurled to wrap around her waist and upper arm, trying to stear her into his lap- or at least what constituted as a lap for him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 8:00 am
Briefly Maryke wondered if she might get dirty sitting down on his lap, he'd just slithered from the water afterall. But feed the madam's ego and you at least held her interest for the time being. So she followed his lead and found herself sitting on his lap, a hand going back to brush her hair out of her face.
"Tell me more," she said, her voice huskily and low, loving being told things like this when lately all she had been feeling was like her face was shoved in the floor and someone was rubbing her in it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 8:06 am
He was very thourough at holding, especially when the other five limbs all slithered to find something warm to wrap around, be it a leg or a thigh or a breast. He leaned in, breath rank with his fish diet, eyes twitching over her still human face. "Wha's there t'tell?" He had gotten her this far- the fact that she hadn't screamed when he touched her, nor tried to kick him when he had pulled her onto his webbed coils said success to him. He almost felt like his old human self, save for that intoxicating, invigorating, impowering extra oomph of his vices.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 8:15 am
Maryke let him roam his tentacles where he pleased, reminding herself to take a VERY hot and VERY thourough shower later. But this was the now and even though his breath indefinately smelt like a disgusting mixture of garbage and old milk she still was so desperate for attention, one of this kind, that she stay planted. Even going as far as wetting her lips and eyeing him like a little kitten with a new toy.
"Oh there's plenty to tell," she mumured, now idly tracing a hand over his collarbone, curious at the strange texture. "Otherwise...." she smirked, "I might just get bored.."
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 8:22 am
His color had greyed, and his breathing was a bit deeper, but since growing his internal gills, he had had to train his body to concentrate on one respiratory system at a time. He still had lungs. They might have been smaller, but they were still good. He clicked his psudo beak, leaning forward, "I swear t'ye I was quite th'looker when I still had human skin," He laughed, a curled tentacle tip sliding up to brush her hair out of her eyes. "I bet y'like handsome lads, don' ye?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 8:33 am
She couldn't help but giggle at that thought before her smile faltered away and the thought that someday she might utter that phrase slipped into her brain. Hi, my name is Maryke and I used to be beautiful....when I was human... The thought made her hazel eyes lower slightly and once more she was reminded of how much she needed this. Needed SOME kind of reason to be as vain and narrasstic as she was. Because without all that she was left with just being her. The scrawny little kid that's mother was an alocholic and older sister was a whore. Just a throwaway girl.
No, god no. The madam couldn't have that. Not when she worked too damn hard. So she needed this attention, didn't matter who it was from. Didn't matter how very NOT attracted she was to him.
"I'm sure you were," she cooed leaning in closer to him. How odd a scene this must of looked. The swanky fur growing madam sitting on the lap of an octopus man in a wheelchair. "I do..." she whispered, at his next phrase. "But I've always thought it doesn't matter what a man looks like....it's all about what he can....do."
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 8:42 am
His limbs all shifted in a subdued excitement around her, and he ran his tongue over the edge of his grotesque, toothy formation. His front top tentacles curved around her breasts, worming their way under her shirt like curious, loving, slightly damp and slimy snakes. "Powerful men too, I'd reckon by th'looks o' ye." He knew her type. He kept his voice low and drowned in accent. "Ye'd be amazed a' wha' I can do, Lovely."
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