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<![CDATA[alonimi - Complete]]> https://alonimi.net/ Wed, 24 Jun 2026 19:15:19 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Beg Off [Closed]]]> https://alonimi.net/showthread.php?tid=778 Tue, 05 Nov 2019 22:20:45 +0000 Tindome]]> https://alonimi.net/showthread.php?tid=778 [Image: begoff.png]

The Kingdom of Aeris
☙ a sanctuary au ❧
⏮ beg mercy
Content Warnings: D/s Dynamics ❤ Boss/Employee ❤ Master/Servant ❤ King/Not Technically Slaves But ❤ Fucked Up Power Dynamics ❤ Size Difference ❤ Maledom ❤ Femsub ❤ Malesub ❤ Femdom ❤ PTSD ❤ Anachronistic Steampunk Outfits ❤ Cross-Dressing ❤ Punkin Chunkin ❤ Deep-Fried Versions Of Things That Shouldn't Be Deep Fried ❤ Unprotected Sex But They're Magic So It's Fine ❤ Murder Ballads ❤ Threats of Physical Violence ❤ Improvised Bondage ❤ Narratophilia ❤ Subterphilia ❤ ... Erotic Tackling (???) ❤ Cunnilingus ❤ Sharp Fangy Teeth ❤ Forced Orgasms ❤ Frottage ❤ Rough Sex ❤ Tailjobs ❤ Bullying, But Make It Sexy ❤ Penis-in-Vagina Sex ❤ Fellatio ❤ Irrumatio ❤ Throat-Fucking ❤ Two Mouths One Dick ❤ Anal Sex ❤ Teasing ❤ Breastplay ❤ Magical Thermodynamics ❤ Pet Play ❤ Creampie ❤ Cum-Swapping ❤ Just A Lot Of Fluids Everywhere ❤ Slapping ❤ Near-Death Experiences, Only Sometimes Kinda Hot]]> [Image: begoff.png]

The Kingdom of Aeris
☙ a sanctuary au ❧
← beg pardon
beg off →
Content Warnings: Dubious Consent ❤ D/s Dynamics ❤ Boss/Employee ❤ Master/Servant ❤ King/Not Technically Slaves But ❤ Fucked Up Power Dynamics ❤ Size Difference ❤ Two Big Scary Monster Men/Horrible Waif ❤ Maledom ❤ Malesub ❤ Femsub ❤ Death ❤ PTSD ❤ Implied Abuse ❤ The Death Penalty ❤ Rough Sex ❤ Fellatio ❤ Irrumatio ❤ Facefucking ❤ Throatfucking ❤ Just A Lot Of Fucked Up Stuff Involving Dicks In Mouths, Generally ❤ Slapping ❤ Improvised Bondage ❤ Exhibitionism/Voyeurism ❤ Masturbation ❤ Penis-in-Vagina Sex ❤ Anal Sex ❤ Double Penetration ❤ Unprotected Sex But They're Magic So It's Fine ❤ Humiliation ❤ Degrading Language ❤ Narratophilia ❤ Choking ❤ Breathplay ❤ Submissive-as-Fucktoy ❤ Anachronistic Steampunk Outfits ❤ Biting With Fangy Teeth ❤]]> [Image: mercy.png]

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]]> <![CDATA[Beg Pardon [Closed]]]> https://alonimi.net/showthread.php?tid=714 Fri, 31 Mar 2017 04:35:18 +0000 Tindome]]> https://alonimi.net/showthread.php?tid=714 [Image: pardon.png]

The Kingdom of Aeris
☙ a sanctuary au ❧
beg mercy ⏭
Content Warnings: Non-Consent ❤ Dubious Consent ❤ BDSM ❤ Improvised Bondage ❤ Hatefucking ❤ Maledom ❤ Femsub ❤ Boss/Employee ❤ Big Scary Monster Man/Horrible Waif ❤ Fucked Up Power Dynamics ❤ Size Difference ❤ Spanking ❤ Rough Sex ❤ Anal Sex ❤ Unprotected Sex But They're Magic So It's Fine ❤ Humiliation ❤ Hobbling ❤ Hair Pulling ❤ Vaginal Fingering ❤ Anachronistic Steampunk Outfits ❤ Degrading Language ❤ Submissive-as-Fucktoy ❤ Arguing About Politics Mid-Sodomy ❤]]> <![CDATA[Warm Reunions [Closed]]]> https://alonimi.net/showthread.php?tid=710 Sat, 25 Mar 2017 02:33:48 +0000 SolitareLee]]> https://alonimi.net/showthread.php?tid=710 It had been, technically speaking, more than four years. She had finished her undergrad degree with a little boost into a Masters in English, and was working on her Masters in Library Science at the same time.

She had made $50,000 stretch. She had applied for more scholarships, and after the first two years of undergrad, finally nabbed one. Now that little cushion of money was paying for her grad degree, which let her work an unpaid internship at the library. And, though she was loathe to admit it, give her mom a little help as she went nights for a nursing degree.

Her mother was almost forty. As timelines for actually beginning to get along went, it wasn't great. They gave each other a very wide berth at night. Which was difficult, because sometimes things happened that a five pound dog was not equipped to deal with. But they made it work. Bree knew a thing or two about making bad decisions as a teenager now. It was just that hers had worked out very well and not with her being pregnant with a cursed dog-baby.

They were trying, anyway.

Bree always kept her ears to the ground for new used bookstores, or people dying and other people selling off their old shit, or various other things. She was very good at collecting books. Not always rare books, or good books, but books. She took them, read them, and then donated them to the library. It was a good system, one that had made her so well-liked by the staff that she'd been able to nab the internship. So when she heard of a new bookstore opening in Old Town, she was intrigued.

Not a great deal happened in Old Town. She did, mind. It was one of her favorite places to run, because the buildings were ancient and interesting and unique, and because there were hardly ever any vampires or werewolves or witches or miscellaneous.

She had a decent inkling as to why that might be.

Fortunately, having already faced the dragon, she wasn't afraid. Or. Well. She was unafraid enough to wander around everywhere but within a block radius of his house.

That was why, as she walked along Main Street, she quickly, and with great horror, realized where the map was taking her.

No fucking way.

No. Fucking. Way.

But, unfortunately, yes fucking way. She stood outside the house straight from her memories and some of her more unpleasant dreams. There was a sign now. The roses had been trimmed back.

...Had... had he died?

She could only hope.

But if he'd died, and someone was selling his old things...

Or worse, if he was alive, and he was selling his old things...

She... should go inside. Check. Make sure it was... it wasn't...

Kneeling on the ground, smaller then than she was now. That had to have been why he seemed so large. Book on her head, cane under her chin. "Mendier pour moi."

That last part definitely hadn't happened. She was pretty sure.

She had been standing outside for about ten minutes. She needed to either go in or leave.

...She'd just. Poke her head in. She was better dressed now. She wore glasses instead of contacts, no longer bothered to hide her one blue eye. He might not even recognize her. Or maybe not, since he'd been able to tell what she was on sight, the first time.

But she'd just... check. On her book. And maybe see what he was selling. If it was him. If it was someone selling his stuff, and he was dead she'd...

She'd fuckin' buy it all with his own rotten money and then find out where he was buried so she could kick his gravestone.

But she'd never know if she didn't go in.

It took her another two minutes to actually get herself up the stairs and to the door. She didn't want to knock. This was a shop. Arguably. She'd just walk right in.

She checked the knob. Unlocked. Now she just had to... open the door. Alright. Step complete. Now walk in. Walk the fuck in, Bree.

It looked exactly like she left it. Except for the desk. The desk was different.

There was where she'd knelt on the floor. That's where he'd stood.

She already wanted to go home.

Maybe he was dead.

There was no way he was dead.]]> It had been, technically speaking, more than four years. She had finished her undergrad degree with a little boost into a Masters in English, and was working on her Masters in Library Science at the same time.

She had made $50,000 stretch. She had applied for more scholarships, and after the first two years of undergrad, finally nabbed one. Now that little cushion of money was paying for her grad degree, which let her work an unpaid internship at the library. And, though she was loathe to admit it, give her mom a little help as she went nights for a nursing degree.

Her mother was almost forty. As timelines for actually beginning to get along went, it wasn't great. They gave each other a very wide berth at night. Which was difficult, because sometimes things happened that a five pound dog was not equipped to deal with. But they made it work. Bree knew a thing or two about making bad decisions as a teenager now. It was just that hers had worked out very well and not with her being pregnant with a cursed dog-baby.

They were trying, anyway.

Bree always kept her ears to the ground for new used bookstores, or people dying and other people selling off their old shit, or various other things. She was very good at collecting books. Not always rare books, or good books, but books. She took them, read them, and then donated them to the library. It was a good system, one that had made her so well-liked by the staff that she'd been able to nab the internship. So when she heard of a new bookstore opening in Old Town, she was intrigued.

Not a great deal happened in Old Town. She did, mind. It was one of her favorite places to run, because the buildings were ancient and interesting and unique, and because there were hardly ever any vampires or werewolves or witches or miscellaneous.

She had a decent inkling as to why that might be.

Fortunately, having already faced the dragon, she wasn't afraid. Or. Well. She was unafraid enough to wander around everywhere but within a block radius of his house.

That was why, as she walked along Main Street, she quickly, and with great horror, realized where the map was taking her.

No fucking way.

No. Fucking. Way.

But, unfortunately, yes fucking way. She stood outside the house straight from her memories and some of her more unpleasant dreams. There was a sign now. The roses had been trimmed back.

...Had... had he died?

She could only hope.

But if he'd died, and someone was selling his old things...

Or worse, if he was alive, and he was selling his old things...

She... should go inside. Check. Make sure it was... it wasn't...

Kneeling on the ground, smaller then than she was now. That had to have been why he seemed so large. Book on her head, cane under her chin. "Mendier pour moi."

That last part definitely hadn't happened. She was pretty sure.

She had been standing outside for about ten minutes. She needed to either go in or leave.

...She'd just. Poke her head in. She was better dressed now. She wore glasses instead of contacts, no longer bothered to hide her one blue eye. He might not even recognize her. Or maybe not, since he'd been able to tell what she was on sight, the first time.

But she'd just... check. On her book. And maybe see what he was selling. If it was him. If it was someone selling his stuff, and he was dead she'd...

She'd fuckin' buy it all with his own rotten money and then find out where he was buried so she could kick his gravestone.

But she'd never know if she didn't go in.

It took her another two minutes to actually get herself up the stairs and to the door. She didn't want to knock. This was a shop. Arguably. She'd just walk right in.

She checked the knob. Unlocked. Now she just had to... open the door. Alright. Step complete. Now walk in. Walk the fuck in, Bree.

It looked exactly like she left it. Except for the desk. The desk was different.

There was where she'd knelt on the floor. That's where he'd stood.

She already wanted to go home.

Maybe he was dead.

There was no way he was dead.]]> <![CDATA[All That Glitters [Closed]]]> https://alonimi.net/showthread.php?tid=709 Thu, 23 Mar 2017 22:28:49 +0000 Tindome]]> https://alonimi.net/showthread.php?tid=709 [Image: glitter.png]

Four Years Ago]]> [Image: glitter.png]

Four Years Ago]]> <![CDATA[Fool's Rook [Closed]]]> https://alonimi.net/showthread.php?tid=637 Tue, 25 Aug 2015 22:37:12 +0000 megs]]> https://alonimi.net/showthread.php?tid=637 Megs & Sarah

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[/align]]]> <![CDATA[Teacher's Pet [Closed]]]> https://alonimi.net/showthread.php?tid=621 Wed, 01 Jul 2015 01:18:47 +0000 tindome]]> https://alonimi.net/showthread.php?tid=621 [Image: teacher.png]

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]]> <![CDATA[Wrecked [The Monstrous & Kat]]]> https://alonimi.net/showthread.php?tid=526 Mon, 10 Nov 2014 12:59:33 +0000 bear]]> https://alonimi.net/showthread.php?tid=526
It was always like that in these places of respite. These burrows in the tundra. And despite the rude awakening, he felt good. Deep set eyes gazed out toward the exit from the small cave, and as he made his way forward, the sound came again, though this time much longer. Something had clearly happened, and as he peered around the edge of the cavern, he spotted it. The train tracks that had been laid carefully and supported strongly with a variety of crossbeams and heavy iron struts had failed in their duty, and a passenger train had been flung from its natural course and careened across the thick, nigh-impenetrable layer of permafrost, shattering the layers of ice above it and scattering shards of glass-like frost in every direction as it came to rest, finally, at the base of a low hill.

Rau's curiosity blossomed, and his grin widened at the thought of what treasure could be found inside such a wreckage, and carefully, gently, he started toward the accident. It was then that sounds began to catch his sharply tuned ears, and he hesitated, taking refuge behind a snow drift to gather more information.

There was a sound. Motion, perhaps. Something moving around inside the train, or near it. He couldn't quite tell at this distance; the noise was too vague. But he knew it was a bad sign. Though it was a passenger train, he didn't know what kind of passenger was on board, and despite his size, which was large when compared to a human, he knew it was never a great idea to charge headlong into what could be a nest of dangerous venomous creatures.

Rau did not like poisonous animals one bit.

So for now he waited, green eyes locked on the dark shape of the wreckage against the pale blues and whites of the snowdrift it had come to rest near. Those eyes prowled the surface as he himself longed to, searching for any glint or hint of treasure, trap, or survivor. If he was lucky, he would find something of use. If he were luckier, he would find food. If he were having a particularly serendipitous day, he would find himself the proud owner of a pet, perhaps. Or of easy access to fresh food. And if he was unlucky, there would be danger.

Thick, crushing teeth were exposed by his wide grin. Maybe that rude awakening wasn't such a bad omen after all.]]>
It was always like that in these places of respite. These burrows in the tundra. And despite the rude awakening, he felt good. Deep set eyes gazed out toward the exit from the small cave, and as he made his way forward, the sound came again, though this time much longer. Something had clearly happened, and as he peered around the edge of the cavern, he spotted it. The train tracks that had been laid carefully and supported strongly with a variety of crossbeams and heavy iron struts had failed in their duty, and a passenger train had been flung from its natural course and careened across the thick, nigh-impenetrable layer of permafrost, shattering the layers of ice above it and scattering shards of glass-like frost in every direction as it came to rest, finally, at the base of a low hill.

Rau's curiosity blossomed, and his grin widened at the thought of what treasure could be found inside such a wreckage, and carefully, gently, he started toward the accident. It was then that sounds began to catch his sharply tuned ears, and he hesitated, taking refuge behind a snow drift to gather more information.

There was a sound. Motion, perhaps. Something moving around inside the train, or near it. He couldn't quite tell at this distance; the noise was too vague. But he knew it was a bad sign. Though it was a passenger train, he didn't know what kind of passenger was on board, and despite his size, which was large when compared to a human, he knew it was never a great idea to charge headlong into what could be a nest of dangerous venomous creatures.

Rau did not like poisonous animals one bit.

So for now he waited, green eyes locked on the dark shape of the wreckage against the pale blues and whites of the snowdrift it had come to rest near. Those eyes prowled the surface as he himself longed to, searching for any glint or hint of treasure, trap, or survivor. If he was lucky, he would find something of use. If he were luckier, he would find food. If he were having a particularly serendipitous day, he would find himself the proud owner of a pet, perhaps. Or of easy access to fresh food. And if he was unlucky, there would be danger.

Thick, crushing teeth were exposed by his wide grin. Maybe that rude awakening wasn't such a bad omen after all.]]> <![CDATA[Wisteria and Violets [Closed]]]> https://alonimi.net/showthread.php?tid=506 Fri, 07 Nov 2014 16:30:13 +0000 tindome]]> https://alonimi.net/showthread.php?tid=506 [Image: sx138Et.png]

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