flays

To my new good friend curzon-nana who helped make the following possible.

We’re snowed in one night, her and I. We decided to wall ourselves in with blankets and pillows. She loves it when I play with her hair, and outline her curves with my sensual touch. She sits herself in my lap and we just cuddle, casually playing with one another until someone feels horny enough to take it a step further. She’s in bed shorts and a tank top, no bra, so when it gets a bit nippy, or a bit excited, there’s no hiding when she enjoys my touch.

My hands are under her top and massaging those great breasts, and she doesn’t mind. In fact, her muscles loosen, she leans back against me. My oh my, she’s been growing. And her waist? It feels so toned! Someone’s been doing stretches! Meanwhile, her silky hair flays back and tickles my neck and shoulders. I pull my hand out from her shirt and pull it all back over one of my shoulders. When the hand goes back, I tickle her skin with two fingers in the long way back up to groping her full breasts.

She figures that if I’m playing with her hair then maybe I should also try running my fingers around the waistband of her shorts. And then maybe tracing her hipbones with my fingertips, hands panning up her ace tummy. Tickling her sides with the barest of touches.

She wiggles her perfect rump into my thighs and grins at me as I work her. My left hand had now pulled her top up, I swap between breasts, and they feel more tender than before. They’re bigger too, and the touch arouses her more with each passing minute. My other hand has found its way into her panties…

She lets out a content little sigh as her nipples harden at my touch. My firm but gentle hands knead and massage her breasts. To her they feel a little full, aching slightly too, but they feel great. Her heart beats a little faster. She reaches back and runs a hand up the nape of my neck, playing with scarlet curls as my warm breath tickles my ear a little.

She arches her back against me as my fingers teasingly moving lower. She feels the softness of my breasts push against her shoulder blades. At first she barely notices the size increase, the slowly growing weight of them. The tenderness however, magnifies the sensation of my fingers brushing against her breasts and nipples. She turns her head, craning her neck just a little so she can kiss my cheek, striking elegant lines down her entire body. It’s a good thing there’s a big mirror above the fireplace so we can steal a quick glance at her reflection.

She finally notices her inflating breasts. She bites her lip as she stares at us in the mirror. Bigger and bigger they grow… my hands are dipping into her clit now. With breasts like these, it’s only a matter of time until she’s knocked up.

She gently cups her breasts, exploring them, feeling their new size and weight. She always had the hips and butt, now she got the breasts she’d always dreamed of, an hourglass figure verging on comic-book-esque. She’s starting to pant slightly as she gets more and more excited by my touch. However, the hourglass figure is not what she’s after…. No, she wants that final curve, to fill out her narrow middle with a strained, supple, pregnant belly. She wants it so bad. Sure she could go out and find a man. With a body like this it would be like shooting fish in a barrel. But I’m right here, right now. Surely the Elven Queen will have a trick up her sleeve?

Having me for a lover has its perks. She feels her womb magically fill with white hot liquid, and she grins. Taking her hands from me, she rubs her tummy. She starts to sweat, sweat you only make when you’re making love. She then rips her top off and holds my head to her neck, allowing me to only kiss there more and more. Then her belly starts to grow.

A little yelp of pleasure escapes her as she feels the heat within her. She grinds her hips subconsciously, an automatic response to the sensations she’s feeling. She shudders with pleasure, her pale skin coming up in goosebumps all over as my lips work her neck. Normally she’d worry about me leaving marks, but she feels like whatever is happening in her womb right now is going to be more noticeable than a love bite or two… She feels her belly press against her own hands slightly, only a feeling of fullness at first. Her smooth midriff pushes out, rounding like one has taken a deep breath. She move my hands over it, rubbing in circular motions. A bead of sweat snakes its way down her collarbone, over a swollen breast, and onto her belly.

“How does it feel to be pregnant with my child?” I ask, leaving sweet marks upon her neck.

“It feels incredible.” She lets me know how appreciative she is with coos, moans, and gasps of pleasure while her body swells up before me. She grabs hold of my leg, gripping it tightly as she shakes like a leaf, her eyes closed and a massive grin on her face. “Oh god it feels so good.”

She’s pregnant now, and going to be for a long while. With a body like hers, she’ll have no trouble scoring any man or woman she wants, just the way I like her. Though, newly swollen, bucking against me in my lap, neck covered in love bites, tits and belly swollen outward, I like her right here as she is.

You know I'm honestly a little scared Necrons are too overpowered now and it'll put off potential opponents.

"Yeah, so these Wraiths have all the stuff that made them great before, only they now have Toughness and Initiative 5 and are in a formation that gives them a 4+ reanimation check."

"…Seriously?"

"All in the book man."

"Okay… Well anyway I deep strike my drop pod Melta unit and-"

"My Deathmarks counter deep strike and get to shoot first."

"What."

"Oh and my entire army gets Relentless, Move Through Cover and 4+ reanimation with some of them rerolling ones."

"Anything else?"

"Flayed Ones are statistically likely to kill a Bloodthirster if it charges them now."

Knowing no longer what it is I want,
flayed by the memory of what I wanted,
the possible, the uses of the hands,
the uses, later, deeper of the body,

I think of River Road turning to moonlight
beneath the lyric hissing of the tires,
moonlight becoming water, water woods,
everything turning much too deep to guess,

fragrance on all sides pinning us beneath it.
Sweet avenue to the nights stretched before us.
It may come down to this: one’s choice of route.
It may be that, at dusk, when the moon rises,

when, for the thousandth time, the dark begins
what it seems to know no end of beginning,
the stars strung in the branches, River Road
cut at an angle somehow penetrating

the countryside of all we dream and long for,
the heart of our location, of romance,

Herbert Morris, from “River Road,” Peru: Poems (Harper & Row, 1983)

tagged by enigmacodes

Put your music on shuffle and answer the questions. Tag ten of your followers to do the same.

First song describes how you die: AC/DC - Highway to Hell || well I can’t say I’m surprised 

And I’m goin’ down
All the way
I’m on the highway to hell 

Love life: Bastille - Flaws || that’s … almost eerily fitting in a way

When all of your flaws and all of my flaws
Are laid out one by one
A wonderful part of the mess that we made
We pick ourselves undone

Played at your wedding: Blue Foundation - Eyes on fire || idek … such romance wow

I’ll seek you out
Flay you alive
One more word and you won’t survive

Add “in my pants” at the end: Sia - Breathe me in my pants || ew I can’t even D:

Funeral Song: Cloud Atlas sextett || I knew it would kill me sooner or later but this is really just mockery now

Theme song: Beck - Go it alone || right …

Song that plays when you think of someone you love: The Doors - People are strange || er, but in a good way I hope

Add “with a shovel and a screwdriver” at the end: The Temper Trap - Fader with a shovel and a screwdriver || ok then

I’m tagging lategoodbye bitnotgoodyeah hudsini controlyourface realisaonum nogooseberries ssforzas anewkindofthrill oneoftheexactsciences and anyone who wants to do it :D

If The Hobbit were an MMO
  • * Bilbo has joined the party *
  • Thorin:lol
  • Thorin:hobbit
  • Fili:xD
  • Kili:XDDDD
  • Bilbo::/
  • Gandalf:a THIEF hobbit
  • Gandalf:he'll be useful
  • Gandalf:promise.
  • Thorin:He better be. Bilbo, build?
  • Bilbo:Build what?
  • Thorin:...what's your build.
  • Bilbo:OH. Er...I don't think I have one.
  • Thorin:Stats?
  • Bilbo:Haven't assigned any.
  • Bilbo:I usually just RP in town.
  • * Bilbo has been kicked from party *
  • Gandalf:Thorin wtf
  • * Bilbo has joined the party *
  • Bilbo:@_@
  • Thorin:Is he level 20 or something whotf doesn't have a build
  • Bilbo:EXCUSE YOU. I'm level 80!
  • Thorin:What skills did you get?
  • Bilbo:I'm not telling you that, you'll just mock all of them.
  • Thorin:Gandalf I'm not bringing an untested thief along.
  • Thorin:He'll die.
  • Thorin:Several times.
  • Thorin:IDG why I even have to, we're pretty much set.
  • Gandalf:Yeah, 13 warrior-class idiots versus a level 500 dragon boss.
  • Gandalf:That'll scare him.
  • Gandalf:Look, his skillset's ideal and you have an extra party slot.
  • Gandalf:Just bring him along. What's the harm?
  • Dwalin:he's not even geared
  • Thorin:...what?
  • Dwalin:look at his armor
  • Thorin:Oh god.
  • Fili:lmao that's like starter gear
  • Kili:XDDDDDDDDD
  • Bofur:HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!
  • ... later ...
  • * A Stone Giant damaged Bilbo for 18,028 HP *
  • Thorin:jfc
  • * Thorin applies bandages to Bilbo's wounds *
  • * Thorin applies bandages to Bilbo's wounds *
  • * Thorin applies bandages to Bilbo's wounds *
  • * Bilbo has recovered his health *
  • * Bilbo has been kicked from party *
  • Gandalf:THORIN I SWEAR TO GOD
  • * Bilbo has joined the party *
  • Gandalf:IF YOU KICK HIM ONE MORE TIME I'M LOGGING OFF
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THIS IS A MAJESTIC TWIRL OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTION APPRECIATION POST

AND IT IS LONG OVERDUE

LOOK AT THAT MAJESTIC MOTHERFUCKER SPIN

WHAT’S THAT YOU SAY? HAIR? GETTING IN THE WAY?!

THIS SON OF A BITCH DOESN’T CARE, YO

HE GON’ FLIP THAT HAIR LIKE IT’S A MIDDLE FINGER

AND CUT UP SOME ORCS/WARGS/GOBLINS LIKE A FUCKING SHREDDER ON CRACK

WATCH THIS GLORIOUS BASTARD MOVE LIKE HE’S NOT ALMOST AS GODDAMN TINY AS A HOBBIT

HE GONNA MOW YOUR GOBLIN LAWN FOR YOU FOR FUCKING FREE

AND THEN PROBABLY SMILE LIKE HE’D JUST HAD A FUCKING ORGASM

FUCK

For numerous travelers, Naples is the darkest gem of the Old Continent, concealing in its streets countless artifacts of a macabre nature. With skulls, bones, petrified saints, and holy blood, the iconography of death seems to have spread everywhere. Moreover, Naples is paved with obscure legends. Behind every door, under each alcove, vivid tales linger on, tangling together the Italian aristocracy, exalted quests for knowledge, and, of course, cold blooded murders. Included in these is the story of the Anatomical Machines.

Located in the basement of the Sansevero Chapel in the historic district of Naples, the bodies of two people, a man and a woman, stand in an elaborate display. Their skin and their muscles are gone, leaving them open and naked. Yet they proudly present their vascular systems, their skeletons, and some of them inner organs.

It’s evident that our couple is not an object of devotion, so their dramatic internal nudity in one of the most sumptuous chapels in town is paradoxical. Who are these two people and why is their anatomy displayed in this sacred place?

For that answer and more… Morbid Monday: The Macabre Myth of Naples’ Anatomical Machines

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Vajra Flaying Knife

  • Dated: circa 15th century
  • Culture: Tibetan
  • Medium: steel inlaid with gold and silver
  • Measurements: L. 22 11/16 in. (57.7 cm); W. 3 1/4 in. (8.3 cm)

This flaying knife (Tibetan: triguk; Sanskrit: kartrika) is styled in the Indian manner—with a long, hooked steel blade for both butchering and flaying. A vajra, symbol par excellence of Tibetan Vajrayana Buddhism, forms the handle.

The lower “thunderbolt” emblem metamorphoses into a wide-jawed sea monster (makara), from which issues the blade, finely damascened with gold and silver and displaying an interlacing floral design.

Workshops in the region of Derge, Kham Province, in eastern Tibet, excelled in such fine metalworking techniques, providing the probable source for this knife.

Source: Copyright © 2014 The Metropolitan Museum of Art