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Comfortable, Confused, and Crying: Anonymous 06/12/16(Sun)04:52:45 No.47734230>47735647 47766622 >5 There was a little boy lost in a Maiden World. This was enough to set off warning flags to all the Eldar present. They were more afraid of what would happen if the mon-keigh were left to their own devices, especially in this precious world. However, those wamings seemed to not extend to two particularly sexually-repressed specimens: A Howling Banshee Exarch and a Farseer The boy was still crying when the Farseer first arrives. Her nose takes in that savage scent of unrefined human, and her eyes go wide: this was unmistakably a male. Eldar or not, that meant he could be a mate. Even to a trained mind, the fires of arousal were difficult to smother once lit. As she removes her helm, her pale brown tresses fall free of their wraithbone cage. She approaches the boy with a matemal smile on her face Ara ara-" she comments. Despite her appearance of a young mother, her voice sounded more like an older sister. "What's a cute little boy like you doing here? The boy sniffles as he realizes he has company. "M-miss, I lost my mommy!" His eyes were red from crying the whole time, an effect with profound impact upon the Farseer's keen mental perception. She didn't just sense his loneliness, she could feel it, get wrapped up in his immature emotions like a blanket too big for her She smiles. "Don't worry now. Your big sis is here to help you!" The smile is enough to dis arm the young mind, who stops crying. "My name is Belamere. What's yours? "My name is Sam." The boy was growing more comfortable with her by the second. This was not by some chance; Belamere was using her mind to slowly erode his mental resistance, influencing his thoughts to be more friendly towards her "Well now, Sam," her deft hands wrap themselves around his chin. "I'm sure your mother wouldn't want to know her little boy cried, now would she?" the defenseless boy nods. "Now, why don't you let your big sister Belamere take care of you, hm?" Anonymous 06/12/16(Sun)06:20:59 No.477356474774019147766622 Before the boy even agrees, the Farseer is already tracing her hands over his torso, feeling the undeveloped muscle and enticing supple skin beneath. He was young. weak; she didn't need much effort to push him down. "Uh.. .B-big sis, what are you doing? the sensation of a xeno woman's touch on his body feels weird on the boy, a biological warning mechanism about the heresy ensuing. She nods. "Oh, big sis is just making sure you're okayl She draws her hands away. "I wouldn't like it if you got hurt, now would I? Sam agrees, though it's clear the sensation is still on his mind. Capitalizing upon the open gap, Belamere then tenderly grabs his hand, wrapping it around her spidery fingers before holding it in her own. Just holding hands like that made Sam burn up, the indecent thoughts about letting this xeno taking care of him broke the floodgates Now, whilst the boy was confused by his feelings for the Farseer, did the Exarch arrive. Unlike the kindly Farseer, the Exarch took a more controlled approach, like a neighbor "Ah, Belamere," the red-headed warrior masks her role as an exploiter, "I was looking for you Oh, Taesa." Belamere stands up, ensuring her grip on Sam. "I'm fine. I just ran into this innocent little boy The boy's scent works its way into Taesa's senses the same way it does Belamere's. However, the Banshee's mind is not so bound to reading the strands of fate, less labyrinthine, making it slightly easier for her to realize that she was lusting for an underdeveloped organism. The taboo romance arouses her as well and she joins the two. Sam asks, "Big sis, is she your friend?" The Exarch kneels to the boy's level. "My name is Taesa. If you can trust Belamere over there, you can trust me as well." The sensation of being with two girls, even aliens, is enough to drive Sam's hormones into overdrive. Knowing that they were worried about him made him feel more conscious than ever Anonymous 06/12/16(Sun)15:38:48 No.47740191247762439 2247763271 2247766622 The sweet smell of these Eldar, as well as the power of suggestion, had drawn him to them, but now was the time for him to decide whether or not to follow them. Sam follows, for his mind has finally been snared by the mental depredations of Belamere My, you're rather precious," the Exarch appraises the Farseer's catch. "Say, do you want to follow us somewhere? We can help you find your Mother. The Farseer finishes the sentence, "But first, you have to do something very special with us, okay?" Sam replies with a dazed expression, "What is it? We want you...to kiss which big sister you think is cutest!" At that moment, the collected Exarch smiles as well and they pull away from the child. "We both like cute little boys like you, and we promise to take really good care of you! However, only one of us will give you extra-special good care of you." Belamere smiles. "And that one is going to be which ever one of us you kissl" For an instant, the Farseer lets slip her reins on Sam's mind. Though she knew her control was absolute, she wants to understand, even for a second, the boy's preferences. After all, this was a game to her, and games were only fun when there was a chance of failure What baffled them both was that instead of approaching one of them and clumsily placing a kiss on one of their lips on his tip-toes, Sam ran away. Before either Eldar could ask what was wrong, they noticed the sun going out They turn around to find it, an Ork in a business suit. MAH NAME IS CHRIS ORKSEN WOULD YA LIKES TA HAZ A SEAT?" In that instant, both Eldar realized that this hunt for nubile young boys had gone oh so wrong
Comfortable, Confused, and Crying: Anonymous 06/12/16(Sun)04:52:45 No.47734230>47735647 47766622
 >5
 There was a little boy lost in a Maiden World.
 This was enough to set off warning flags to all the Eldar present. They were more afraid of what would happen if the mon-keigh were left to their own devices, especially in this precious world. However, those wamings
 seemed to not extend to two particularly sexually-repressed specimens: A Howling Banshee Exarch and a Farseer
 The boy was still crying when the Farseer first arrives. Her nose takes in that savage scent of unrefined human, and her eyes go wide: this was unmistakably a male. Eldar or not, that meant he could be a mate. Even to a
 trained mind, the fires of arousal were difficult to smother once lit. As she removes her helm, her pale brown tresses fall free of their wraithbone cage. She approaches the boy with a matemal smile on her face
 Ara ara-" she comments. Despite her appearance of a young mother, her voice sounded more like an older sister. "What's a cute little boy like you doing here?
 The boy sniffles as he realizes he has company. "M-miss, I lost my mommy!" His eyes were red from crying the whole time, an effect with profound impact upon the Farseer's keen mental perception. She didn't just sense his
 loneliness, she could feel it, get wrapped up in his immature emotions like a blanket too big for her
 She smiles. "Don't worry now. Your big sis is here to help you!" The smile is enough to dis arm the young mind, who stops crying. "My name is Belamere. What's yours?
 "My name is Sam." The boy was growing more comfortable with her by the second. This was not by some chance; Belamere was using her mind to slowly erode his mental resistance, influencing his thoughts to be more
 friendly towards her
 "Well now, Sam," her deft hands wrap themselves around his chin. "I'm sure your mother wouldn't want to know her little boy cried, now would she?" the defenseless boy nods. "Now, why don't you let your big sister Belamere
 take care of you, hm?"
 Anonymous 06/12/16(Sun)06:20:59 No.477356474774019147766622
 Before the boy even agrees, the Farseer is already tracing her hands over his torso, feeling the undeveloped muscle and enticing supple skin beneath. He was young. weak; she didn't need much effort to push him down.
 "Uh.. .B-big sis, what are you doing? the sensation of a xeno woman's touch on his body feels weird on the boy, a biological warning mechanism about the heresy ensuing.
 She nods. "Oh, big sis is just making sure you're okayl She draws her hands away. "I wouldn't like it if you got hurt, now would I? Sam agrees, though it's clear the sensation is still on his mind. Capitalizing upon the open
 gap, Belamere then tenderly grabs his hand, wrapping it around her spidery fingers before holding it in her own. Just holding hands like that made Sam burn up, the indecent thoughts about letting this xeno taking care of him
 broke the floodgates
 Now, whilst the boy was confused by his feelings for the Farseer, did the Exarch arrive. Unlike the kindly Farseer, the Exarch took a more controlled approach, like a neighbor
 "Ah, Belamere," the red-headed warrior masks her role as an exploiter, "I was looking for you
 Oh, Taesa." Belamere stands up, ensuring her grip on Sam. "I'm fine. I just ran into this innocent little boy
 The boy's scent works its way into Taesa's senses the same way it does Belamere's. However, the Banshee's mind is not so bound to reading the strands of fate, less labyrinthine, making it slightly easier for her to realize
 that she was lusting for an underdeveloped organism. The taboo romance arouses her as well and she joins the two.
 Sam asks, "Big sis, is she your friend?"
 The Exarch kneels to the boy's level. "My name is Taesa. If you can trust Belamere over there, you can trust me as well."
 The sensation of being with two girls, even aliens, is enough to drive Sam's hormones into overdrive. Knowing that they were worried about him made him feel more conscious than ever
 Anonymous 06/12/16(Sun)15:38:48 No.47740191247762439 2247763271 2247766622
 The sweet smell of these Eldar, as well as the power of suggestion, had drawn him to them, but now was the time for him to decide whether or not to follow them.
 Sam follows, for his mind has finally been snared by the mental depredations of Belamere
 My, you're rather precious," the Exarch appraises the Farseer's catch. "Say, do you want to follow us somewhere? We can help you find your
 Mother. The Farseer finishes the sentence, "But first, you have to do something very special with us, okay?"
 Sam replies with a dazed expression, "What is it?
 We want you...to kiss which big sister you think is cutest!" At that moment, the collected Exarch smiles as well and they pull away from the child. "We both like cute little boys like you, and we promise to take really good
 care of you!
 However, only one of us will give you extra-special good care of you." Belamere smiles. "And that one is going to be which ever one of us you kissl"
 For an instant, the Farseer lets slip her reins on Sam's mind. Though she knew her control was absolute, she wants to understand, even for a second, the boy's preferences. After all, this was a game to her, and games were
 only fun when there was a chance of failure
 What baffled them both was that instead of approaching one of them and clumsily placing a kiss on one of their lips on his tip-toes, Sam ran away. Before either Eldar could ask what was wrong, they noticed the sun going out
 They turn around to find it, an Ork in a business suit.
 MAH NAME IS CHRIS ORKSEN WOULD YA LIKES TA HAZ A SEAT?"
 In that instant, both Eldar realized that this hunt for nubile young boys had gone oh so wrong