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In another timeline, in another world Chaldea stood alone as a bastion for humanity, a last hope for the world after it was incinerated, and even furthermore after mankind was erased. A valiant master stood nearly alone against incomprehensible forces, with only a few chosen servants at his side. There is a story that tells of its fate, unwinding as we speak. It is a tale of virtue and sacrifice, of darkness and overcoming despair.
This Chaldea, this story hews closely to that tale, yet, retains its own nature. This is not the story of a grand order, this is the story of a grand city. This is the story of a city that has withstood time immemorial. Mages might have been getting rarer over the years, but magecraft and magic still ran strong within the city. It was a bastion for their kind, and while non-mages were allowed to live in the city as staff and assistants to the mages, it was clear that mages were considered a slight step above at least. Of course, there was a reason for this.
Singularities.
These anomalies of time and space flared up into existence some time ago, with Chaldea being formed as a city to first safeguard humans from these distortions. No one knew what they were at first, only that they came, swallowed up parts of the world, and left leaving devastation in their wake. It took brave mages to venture forth into one and come back alive to tell the tale of what they were. Singularities were portals to another period of time, almost always the past. Monsters, demons, and other supernatural forces were rampant, a clear sign that something had been going wrong in these distortions and that unless stopped at their root, they would continue to destroy the world bit by bit. Thankfully, mages had an answer to their problems.
The servant system was initially used by magekind as a locus for the Grail War, a now outdated and dangerous war where 7 mages summoned a servant each, and fought one another for the chance to obtain a wish from the holy grail. Chaldeas energy source was the heart of the city, and through its creation, Mages were able to summon servants to their beck and call as aids and assistants. And now, as their allies in fighting back against the singularities. Of course, it was still rather dangerous to attempt to do so alone, so mages often worked with the strongest servants they could.
This is the story of one Goh Kasuga.
Morning within the city happened as it always did, the buzzing of alarms, the steady brew of coffee for many, and preparing for the long day ahead. As Kasuga was just a spare hire for Chaldea, he was expected to work with other mages as an assistant and accomplice, including in singularities. Of course, he was not alone. His ever ready assistant, Mash Kyrelight, was something of an anomaly herself. A human with the abilities of a servant. This made managing her mana and powers easier. Not much was known about her past even to herself, other than that she was seemingly born with a connection to some sort of servant. All the same, she was a true and powerful ally, shielding the young Kasuga from monster and magic with a shield even taller than she was!
Dressed in the simple lab coat, stockings, and black shirt, Mash stood outside the door to Kasugas room with a slightly pouty expression on her lip. Kasuga may not have heard the alarm go off, or perhaps he had shut it off manually. Either way, the young but curvy woman took a deep sigh, and knocked loudly against the door to his room. Senpai! Its time to wake up! Senpai, it was almost always what the lavender haired and eyes woman called Kasuga. It was a beautiful morning in Chaldea, the equivalent of spring, and despite the threat of looming singularities, people held hope for the future. | Goh rolled out of bed, the messy bed head of his unkempt mage, if Olga saw him, he bet she would blow a blood vessel. He was after all, a very low-class bottom-of-the-barrel kinda mage. Surely those with the blood of great mages past were more respected, with their large family lineages dating back hundreds of thousands of eons ago. Rising awake, Goh Kasuga, age 21, rose from his sleep sounding like an absolute zombie. He wasn't a morning person, and the bright sun billowing through the opened doorway was causing his forehead veins to pulse. Rising from his bed, the door would open on its own; it was likely loose and he hadn't bothered locking it. When the door was opened and she could see the figure rising from his bed, he was well... shirtless, and then as the covers pulled back even more, he was tall... like he had long legs and long arms, and they were in decent shape. He played a bit of ball in his college days before that all went to hell in a handbasket.
"Oh, Mashu... right..." The blankets parting and he stood up obliviously, as he rose to his feet. "Mmmm coffee..." He muttered like a zombie then walking dick swinging between his legs ever so visibly. To grab up the discarded clothing on the floor, he didn't exactly arrive with much to begin with. Goh stood around 6'2 was decently handsome probably if he wasn't so scowly in the morning, his frame suggesting he was a bit of a basketball player in his past time. Pale skin, red hair that was clearly dyed as one could see the color fading in places a bit. Grabbing up some old boxers off the floor, and then pulling on some pants, scowering the room with his eyes for the pesky socks. Still completely unaware he had so casually just flaunted himself in front of Mashu like that until his long-sleeve black t-shirt and his white jacket were pulled over his shoulders clearly taking a dirvish of time at this point. Grabbing socks then shoes... "Oh should probably slather on some Deo..." He reached into a duffle bag and did that real quick. Before he rose to his feet and walked forward.
Goh Kasugawas thus dressed as he was ever going to be for the day, or until he stopped off and got some coffee..
"Morning Mash." He'd just seemingly mutter out of the blue. Blinking several times, as he was feeling his brain starting up finally as his slightly red colored eyes look to the small diminuitive teenager just outside his door. As he thus stood in front of her now. On the night stand by his bed was a strange looking alarm analog coo coo clock, it was unplugged... Da Vinci probably gave it to them because they had run out of alarm clocks when he got here. But the thing was so noisy he had to unplug it half way through the night and thus now here he was waking up probably an hour later then he intended. Goh rested his frame against the door frame looking beyond Mash seeing the bright sunny day ahead of them.
Chaldea City was made using some advanced level magic, and the architecture borrowed from various parts of Europe and sort of had a multicultural style to it. Admittedly though he was in the lower side of the city, because he was poor, and not from a big fancy mage family who got mansions and the like on the upper streets. Still it wasn't so bad, there was almost never really a reason to not be able to walk from some place to the other.. and even if they needed too get somewhere there were convenient teleporter pads around the place so someone could just instantly move to a specified location, once they were given the specialized device mages were allowed they were like badges and cellphones but had other magical properties too.</s> |
Asuka Langley Soryu wasn't entirely sure what had happened. The last thing she remembered was being in the cockpit of her Evangelion, she was in combat, an Angel that used some kind of weird energy attack against her. Like she'd done many times before she had focused energy into her AT field in order to defend herself, but something unusual had happened. When the energy had struck her field it seemed to react somehow, some kind of strange rip appearing in the air, like a rip in the fabric of reality itself that had grown and swallowed her up in a flash of light. After that Asuka remembered nothing but strange flashes, glimpses of places radically different from Tokyo-3 that lasted only an instant, long enough to know they were there but not long enough to commit any detail to memory. She'd lost track of how long that had gone on for, until finally she had found herself here, and wherever here was it most certainly wasn't Tokyo-3.
As Asuka slowly sat up, groaning as she rubbed at her head, she glanced around to find herself sitting in a puddle of LCL on the top of a large rock. Her surroundings were anything but city like, infact it didn't look like there was any signs of civilisation in any direction. She could see jungles, mountains, even what looked like a volcano in the distance, smoke billowing from the top menacingly. The sounds didn't sound like the tranquil birds and small animals she was used to, no, all she could hear were distant roars and thundering bellows that sounded more like they were from some kind of monster than any animal she'd ever encountered.
"Wh-what? Where am I...?" Asuka slowly got down from the rock, wincing slightly, the skintight plugsuit offered little protection against the rough, gravely ground she now found herself on. Even worse this place was extremely hot and extremely humid, and the plugsuit simply wasn't meant to handle this kind of temperature, meaning she was hotter than hell. Unfortunately taking the plugsuit off wasn't exactly an option given that it was the only thing she was wearing.
"Ok...stay calm girl. Just stay calm. If I stay around here someone's bound to come looking for me and find me...right?" She took a slow, deep breath to try and calm herself, looking around again to try and spot something, anything, that seemed even remotely familiar. | Emerging from a nearby tree line would be something Asuka would at least recognize. It was a man...or something that looked like one at least. Tall and lanky, with quite a lot of hair. He had tanned skin, long and flowing brown hair and was quite muscular and in shape. In his hands he held what appeared to be a rudimentary spear with a stone tip and a large club carved out of wood. It was now very clear she wasn't in Tokyo anymore.
As the man emerged from the treeline, Asuka would notice something else as well. He wasn't wearing any clothes. This revealed his form fully to her, including his rather large but unerect cock. It was much larger than anything she had glimpsed so far in her life. He circled around her, curious at her. She could make a break for it if she tried, but he was eyeing her, the way a hunter eyed its prey....He licked his lips hungrily...but more in a lustful manner than one of real hunger. He motioned for her to approach him, grunting at a spot on the ground in front of him. It seemed he only knew rudimentary communication.</s> |
It was another uneventful day at Shujin Academy; the teacher lectured on about one thing or another while the sun shone beautifully outside. Thankfully, it was finally lunch time and students were now meandering around, eating their lunches in the cafeteria, in their classrooms or around random tables. There were two students in particular however who were not eating lunch and were engaged in rather unvirtuous activities.
If one walked by the gym storage building, it could be heard. Indeed, the door had been left slightly ajar as one of the occupants was feeling rather adventurous, hoping someone might hear and be curious. The sound of flesh slapping rapidly against flesh, the sound of loud and lustful moans and groans echoed from the building. Inside was the recent transfer student, Akira, and the studious Makoto. However, she was hardly studious now, bent over as she was over a vaulting horse, her skirt pushed up to reveal her bubbly ass, her top seemed almost ripped open to reveal her rather sizeable breasts molding up against said vaulting horse. Behind her, Akira was gripped her ass, slamming his massive cock deep into her dripping womanhood.
"How is it, Makoto...being fucked in school like this..."Akira asked with a lustful chuckle, leaning down and nibbling on her earlobe, sucking on it as his hand slithered down the front of her body and began to rapidly rub her clitoris while his cock pounded in an out of her like a piston, his tip slamming up against her cervix with every rough thrust.
Another pair of students were wandering down the streets of Tokyo, hand in hand. Neither of them had school today, or it would be more apt to say one didn't have class and the other wasn't currently attending. Yusuke let out a blissful sigh as he walked down the street with Futaba, squeezing her hand gently.
"It truly is a lovely day....I'm happy I get to spend it with you." He turned to give her a smile before it turned almost deathly serious.
"Also, just because one of my pieces sold and I got paid, please don't pick anywhere too expensive to eat..." Being chronically poor as he was, Yusuke took every chance he could to treat Futaba when he was able by buying her new games or computer parts or taking her out to eat. He just had to remind her sometimes that well, he wasn't exactly Da Vinci in terms of how much money his paintings could pull in. | Perhaps it was the years of repression under the strict rules of her older sister and the school itself, the pressure of having to maintain a perfect image in order to get ahead in the world. Makoto never thought she'd be the lustful type, but lately, all of her actions were pointing her down a sordid direction thanks to Akira's presence at the school. Attracted to the dark-haired leader of the Phantom Thieves both romantically and physically, Makoto couldn't help but return his advances one day in class. From then on, it seemed like they had gotten progressively more daring, fucking in the classroom just moments after class was dismissed or on the roof against the fence above the athletic field.
Today was a wild one. Makoto found herself bent over shamefully on a vaulting horse in a storage building, her ass bouncing back on Akira's cock. She tried to anticipate and control her moans and cries. Who knows who might hear them? Just the thought of getting caught by any member of the school forced her pussy to constrict around him. She dug her nails into the fabric of the vaulting horse to keep from losing her balance, something entirely likely when Akira was thrusting inside of her. Each stroke forced her head up, her creamy mounds bouncing in unison.
"I...ah... love it!!! It... It feels so good, Akira-kun!" She exclaimed, her lips twisting into a lewd expression. She was getting so close... just as she heard the footsteps of someone from the trail outside. "Ah...ungh!!! Akira-kun! Someone's-"
But it was too late. Someone Makoto recognized as another senior slipped into the gym storage room, apparently not noticing the strange grunts of pleasure or the stench of sex in the air. The brown-haired boy stopped dead in his tracks, dropping the box he was carrying on the ground as soon as he saw the student council president bent over a piece of gymnastics equipment, taking the transfer student's dick like a animal in heat.
"Niijima-san?!" The student gasped, nervously squishing his legs together to hide the sudden bulge in his pants.
It was a strange sight even for their friends to see the two walking together. The artist and the hacker. Even Futaba sometimes questioned it but decided to let things go where they may. The eloquent and precise artist was perhaps the first (and maybe the only) one to bring Futaba out of her shell by messing with her figures and taking an inquisitive but sincere interest in her hobbies. Eventually she found that she could just talk to him and he would never make her feel strange for it, no matter how much he childishly scolded her for silly things.
"You know, Inari," she said teasingly, "we coulda just stayed with Sojiro and had some curry... or are you too scared of him to attempt that now? Mehehe."
She put her hand behind her back and thought on it "Okay! I want sushi! Not the conveyor belt stuff though! We can go up from that, can't we?"</s> |
Yusuke Urameshi took a deep, appreciative breath of the scenic surroundings. The beautiful landscape of the temple grounds and land surrounding it had to offer was only ever so impacting when he climbed one of his favorite trees. This tree was taller than most of the others, giving a perfect 360-degree view of much of the land they'd inherited. And this being one of his favorites, the higher branches were thicker and stronger than the others, offering a lovely nook to settle in. He couldn't be sure, but he did have the idea that these characteristics within the high branches of some of the trees that littered the area had at least something to do with Kurama, if not everything. After all, they shared just about every one of their favorite spots, which was quite possibly what made them favorites in the first place.
Chocolate eyes looked down over the landscape again, pulling in the calming sight and letting it settle in his bones. His attention was drawn toward the temple, as usual during times of rest. Despite needing a moment to get away for himself, there was simply no chance he could actually pull himself away from the area without his interests falling back on his home; his family. Up here, still within view of the temple, he was able to get away just enough that the squabbling chatter, bickering fights, and chaos that surrounded the rather full 'house hold' couldn't reach him quite as easily. But he could sense the goings-on as well. Should anything go wrong, he would be able to make his way back in moments.
As he looked over the grounds, he caught sight of the bright red hair of his husband. Focusing his eyes, he saw the blonde curls of the small girl who used to scream at the fox's very presence from over his shoulder. He couldn't help but smile at the warmth the interaction between the two brought to his core. Lilly wasn't as interested in Yusuke anymore, surely, but Kurama was getting closer with them by the day. For someone who supposedly hated children, Kurama was getting close to them by the day.
The siblings, Keichi and Lilly, were the two he was growing closest with. Keichi was his apprentice so that didn't really surprise the former detective. Though he still wasn't quite sure how Lilly had managed to grab his attention. If he had to guess, he would probably be a bit projective with it. The tiny girl was so adorable it was sometimes painful, at least in Yusuke's eyes. So, if he had to guess, he would suppose it probably had to do with that. It was insanely hard not to fall for something so cute. He knew; he'd fallen so hard for the cute thing in his life that he'd continued to follow it around like a lost puppy and had eventually married 'it'.
A chuckle wracked his chest for another reason though. A niggle of jealousy and possession rolled through him as he watched what little of the two he could see interacting. It amused him because he knew it was silly of course, but more so because he almost couldn't decide which of the two creatures below he was more jealous of; almost.
A warm sigh huffed past his chest as he nestled down against the tree and formed into the grooved branch comfortably. Closing his eyes allowed him a nice long moment to soak up the warm rays of a beautifully sunny day all over again. His arms lifted and hands slid behind his head for a bit of comfort against the hard bark. If Kurama were here, Yusuke would have had a much more comfortable pillow to rest against than his own hands. He'd wanted desperately to ask the man to join him; to take a nap curled up to his sweet fox and lying partially in his lap like he used to do so much more often than lately. Because with all of the children he'd brought in, and both of their apprentices to deal with, it was hard to find time together. Certainly they were able to when they really needed, but it wasn't as often as either of them liked...
He hadn't asked though. Because he had noticed that interaction between the two creatures he'd been watching just a moment ago. He couldn't interrupt Kurama and Lilly's time together. The softest of all soft spots he might have were reserved specifically for those two. It wasn't something he'd decided of course, just something that had happened. But seeing those two together, their interaction warm, thrilled, and abundantly enjoyed; he simply couldn't bear to be the one to pull them apart.
It was okay though. Even though he would have preferred to have his husband sharing in his 'alone' time at the moment it wasn't exactly horrible without him... Sometimes it could be, but just at the moment he could bare it. Another warm sigh rolled from his chest unbidden as the focus in his eyes bled away and he simply stared at the scenery he was graced with all over again. He was, in fact, so relaxed from the delicious wind wafting over him and the warm sun heating him to the core at the moment that it was entirely possible he might find a small nap for himself even without the comfort his husband brought him. | She wasn't such a terrible creature. Ever since she stopped wailing at the mere sight of him, she had become almost pleasant. Almost. He still had a strong dislike of children; she still grabbed at everything with grubby little fingers, she still covered her face in food when ever she ate, she still smelled of dirt and mud from 'play time.' She still pulled his husband from his arms on a nightly basis... No, that wasn't quite right. Once he and Yusuke began checking her bed and closet before bed the nightly interruptions had gone down considerably, but they still happened, and often at the worst possible times. Daily/nightly sex was still a far off memory, sorely missed. Still, it made his mate happy to have the little strays living in the temple, and so long as he didn't try to bring in more, the fox would try to make the best of it.
He'd been wildly surprised when the youngest member of the temple came up to him, greeting him with the usual growl he begrudgingly returned (he still found it to be tedious and a tad embarrassing when done in front of others), and pleaded him with big blue eyes to teach her about plants. He'd been suspicious at first, but over the past week or so she had worked hard with each and every lesson. They weren't nearly as cruel as Kurama's lessons for his brother Keichi.
She now sat in front of him, her legs and arms crossed, and a stern look of concentration on her face. It matched Yusuke's all too well. "Come now," the fox scolded lightly. "You have performed this task before on several occasions." He was knelt in front of her, his back straight and expression focused. He took these lessons seriously, no matter how menial it seemed to be. Ten leaves and seeds were set in front of the little girl, and she was meant to match each seed to its leaf. Lily didn't look up from her task, but she twitched when Kurama spoke, and her arms uncrossed.
Tiny, grubby fingers reached out and moved one seed, then another, before her memory seemed to kick in and she began moving them around without pause. The fox smiled, just a little. It was nice to have someone else in the temple interested in botany. Heaven knew his own charge had no desire for it.
Emerald eyes were focused on the foliage on the ground, and he kept that focus even when a wave of ice rolled along his spine and set every hair on his body one end in a preen. A powerful, but harmless aura was coming closer. A white haired fox demon causally strolling up the temple stairs. That wasn't such an odd thing. After Genkai's death the temple and its grounds had become a safe haven for demon's traversing the realms. It happened significantly less now, the travelers often put off by the swarm of children, but it wasn't unheard of, so this shouldn't be so frightening.
Kurama swallowed thickly as the energy grew closer, and the more it did the more familiar he realized it was. No... No he had to be mistaken. He couldn't be! Why would that man be coming here; but he couldn't deny it.
Lily stared up at him in confusion. She had finished a while ago... "'Rama?" She asked. The little girl could probably say his name properly by now, but she insisted on using the shortened version. The fox jumped a little and blinked away the fog in his vision.
"Lily," he said softly, gently, but with a strong sense of urgency. "I need you to go find Keichi, and do not leave his side. Not even for a moment. Understand?"
She opened her mouth to argue as any toddler her age would, but he narrowed his eyes sharply at the girl and her lips instantly pursed. He didn't know if she feared punishment, or actually caught the gravity of the situation on some elementary level, but she got off of the ground and scurried her way inside the temple to find her brother. Kurama watched her run off until she disappeared behind a door, then he let himself shudder. His whole body shook in a quick spasm, but it stopped almost as soon as it started.
The red fox stood and casually brushed off his clothes. There was a warmth that flooded over him. The bit of Yusuke's energy mingled with his own offered a bit of comfort, and it was made stronger by the protective aura Yusuke exuded almost constantly. Kurama looked up in the direction of his mate. He couldn't see the other man, but he knew exactly where he was. He lifted his hand and made a 'come here' motion before his attention fell to the open gate of the temple just in time to see the personification of his nightmares and long repressed fantasies.
Kurama found himself walking closer without his consent, and silently pleaded for Yusuke to hurry home.
The fox demon at the gate was taller than Youko by at least a few inches. His snow white hair looked as soft as it was and reached down past his backside. Matching fox ears were tall and perfectly sculpted, and the tail was wide and fluffy and long. It was slowly wagging across his backside as the beautiful redhead came to greet him. Once reaching him, emerald eyes had to lift and his head tilted back to meet the golden gaze staring him down with a kindness that made him want to both retch and tumble into his arms.
Kurama opened his mouth to speak, but nothing left his parted lips. Nothing but a tiny, whimpered, "Sir?"
A bright smile pulled the white fox's lips. "So the stories are true." His voice was warm and collected. The demon stood tall, and with his perfect posture and the traditional kimono decorating his pale skin with dark purples and light blues, he looked as regal as he acted. Kurama flinched when a clawed hand reached out, but he eagerly nuzzled into the large, warm palm that rested on his cheek. "This body... it suits you. So small and delicate, even though you are anything but."
Shuichi swallowed again, his lips quivering as he warred within himself. He wanted to run, he wanted to throw himself at this fox, he wanted to... to... He stayed rooted to the ground.
"I've heard you've taken a new title. Master Kurama." The smirk that pulled his lips made Kurama whimper pitifully.
"My mate and I train the children here," he tried to explain.
"Yes... of course."
The redhead jumped as he was suddenly enveloped in a strong hug. It was so... He was completely surrounded by the fox's arms, and Kurama couldn't stop from returning the embrace tightly. He nearly puked in fear and joy as the other demon purred into his hair.
"I have missed you. Little Kit."</s> |
The once proud city of Enbarr was left ravaged and desolate, its once ostentatious, marble walls painted in a fresh, grotesque shade of crimson. Perhaps it was a fitting end for the Empire: to have its halls completely adorned in the maiden color of House Hresvelg... yet victory did not fulfill the Lion that prowled the halls of Enbarr's throne room. Victory failed to comfort him... nor did it bring even a bittersweet sensation to his pain-riddled thoughts. The defeat of the Empire felt only hollow, like a dried riverbed that once breamed with life. As Dimitri stood in the presence of his childhood friend, he could only feel the lamentations of the dead, the everlasting carnage of war and most of all - betrayal. But justice waited patiently, waiting for Dimitri to strike the final blow. Raising his lance, Areadbhar, death's stroke was suddenly paused by a moment of weakness.
Kneeling before him, he watched as the Flame Emperor shifted, those familiar, luminescent eyes gazing up towards him. They were soft and comforting - their vibrant iridescence like a kaleidoscope that gently peered back into his childhood, when life was more simple and innocent. Edelgard von Hresvelg. It was a name that pervaded his every thought, like a shadow lingering behind every corner. But it had once been a name that made his heart skip, a name that... perhaps in another world, may have made for a loving Queen. It was then that the Lion had made his gravest mistake, a transient thought that perhaps, she could be saved. That life could return to normal. That Edelgard could still be.
The Lion extended his hand, an open palm which offered a final opportunity for salvation to the Empress. His lips curved upwards, gracing his portrait with a solemn smile, as if beckoning his formerly betrothed to accept his hand once again. She had been defeated, but surely that did not mean that she had to die? Hadn't enough blood already been senselessly spilled?
"El ..."
His once Prince Charming called out to her, invoking her childhood namesake in an attempt to remind her of their once mutual affections. Maybe she would take his hand... maybe they could start over-
The Empress' alluring lips drew into a crooked, wavering smile. It was at that moment the illusion of happiness had been dispelled completely. The Edelgard that Dimitri had once loved was dead... and even before she drew the blade from her hip, his remaining eye began tremoring in sadness. The dagger that he had given her in his youth was bared; the Eagle's final attempt to strike the Lion with her talon. The blade fell upon him with malevolent intent, the final, lingering betrayal that sought to end Dimitri's life thrusting through the air and biting his neck. He refused to step away from the Empress, instead intercepting her wrist into his overwhelming grip, tightening until she would have no choice but to release the knife from her hand.
As the knife clattered beneath them, a faint trickle of blood cascaded down the flank of Dimitri's neck. The wound was far from fatal and yet, it was clear that whatever remained of Dimitri had been slain. A moment of silence endured, the tension of Edelgard's mortal blow festering within the King. Suddenly, he drew his hand back, opening his palm before swinging it across Edelgard's portrait in a resounding smack which echoed throughout the room. The perfect tone in her cheeks was instantly marred with red, delivering enough force to send her gaze reeling away from him. Before she could collect herself, a thick, coarse hand reached underneath her chin, capturing her neck and claiming the dainty appendage into his authoritative grip. His digits began to press down tightly against her walls, allowing the slow realization of asphyxiation to find her seductive gaze as he pressed out the air from her lungs.
"Professor," Dimitri didn't even look back, his glare still falling upon the victim writhing in his grip,"Leave."
Although a worried look took her face, Byleth knew better than to get involved in the matter any further. She said nothing as she turned around, heels clattering as she strode away from the throne room. It wasn't until the croaking sound of the door slamming shut that Dimitri would tighten his stranglehold on the Empress' neck even further. His masculine grip constricted slowly, encroaching on that dainty, vulnerable windpipe until the Lion could hear the Eagle's throat desperately crackle and her body began to convulse under his formidable grip. But he wouldn't let her go. Instead he would wait.
Watching and watching, until her saliva began to froth between her lips and those pretty gemstones began to lull upwards towards their lids... and in the moments just before she would fall into unconsciousness: he would finally release her.
But freedom wouldn't last for long.
Reaching down, he grabbed his new prisoner by one of the crescent shaped horns that flanked her head, tugging roughly upon it until she had no choice but to follow his hand upwards and onto her feet. As soon as she was on her heels, he turned her around, pulling her back into his chest as his commanding hands instantly began groping and grabbing at the velvet fabric covering her breasts. Years of war had only strengthened Dimitri, and with but a single pull, the sound of tearing fabric took the throne room, the top of her crimson dress torn asunder. Golden buttons popped from her chest, pattering against the floor as her cleavage was bared. But Edelgard's degradation was far from complete, his hands quickly delivering the same fate to her brassiere, tearing it free from her chest and sending the tattered undergarment to the ground. Her well-endowed chest was now on full, humiliating display.
"You belong to me now."A deep, primal growl escaped the Lion's lips, his hot breath singeing the Empress' ear."These... belong to me now."As he spoke, his coarse, powerful hands groped at the exposed mounds of flesh that had been fully exposed. Pancaked between his manly digits, he grabbed them in an objectifying manner, hands tightening until he would be able to feel her body writhing in pain. Only then would he release, fingers roaming so that they could deliver a similar squeeze to her nipples."Do you understand, whore?" As the whispered insult left his lips, the King bared his teeth, gently biting down on the the lobe of her ear...
Her fall had just begun. | It looks as though my path... will end here... Even as the empress awaited the consequence of her defeat, settled upon her knees before the conqueror of the Adrestian Empire, Edelgard von Hresvelg regretted nothing. There was a deep satisfaction in what she had accomplished, an unyielding righteousness that made her life and her death meaningful. She would gracefully accept her fate. Silently and fearlessly, the woman's pride remained intact, despite the fact that she was crumpled on the ground before the dais of her own throne. The light of the sun spilled in to the throne room at her back, filtering in through high windows and pouring around a pair of tall marble columns. After several long moments, Edelgard's lilac eyes slowly opened, her sight falling upon her own shadow.
She had expected a quick death, but her justice was not dispensed swiftly. Curious as to the delay, the empress convinced herself that each breath should be her last. Edelgards sight eventually cast upwards. She focused upon Dimitri, his towering armored form bathed in the golden rays of the sun. He watched her in return, his expression painfully stoic. The empress's gaze briefly marveled at the bright cerulean blue of the king's eye, attempting to glean any trace of emotion, with very little success. And then: Dimitri offered an outstretched hand. Her sight trailed to the curve of his lips, soaking in the melancholic smile to be found there.
El
I wanted... to walk with you.
It had been impossible, she knew. For all the love she once held for the Prince of Faerghus, her ambitions had made them wholly incompatible. Social reform would not have come from diplomacy. The grip of the Church of Seiros over Fodlan would have never been released, nor their lies dispelled, by anything less than fire and blood. Edelgard had devoted herself to change; and while Dimitri and others disapproved of the means to her ends, they were naive at best to think there was any other option.
Her own moment of weakness lasted only a heartbeat. If only she could take Dimitri's hand. If only she could believe that they could somehow heal the wounds between them. If only.
But they didn't live in a fairytale. Dimitri, allied with the church, would undoubtedly undo her life's work. The prospect enraged her. The two of them would never be able to find peace in each other's company. There was only one way for this to end.
Edelgard reached for her dagger: the very dagger Dimitri had given her as a parting gift in their youth. Without hesitation, she lunged at the man she had once loved, aiming to bury the blade deep into the side of his neck. He was unyielding, catching her wrist just as the steel of her weapon tasted his flesh. The empress growled with frustration as Dimitris grip on her tightened, and continued to press desperately forward as if she could overcome his greater strength by sheer will alone. Unfortunately, the advance of her blade had been halted completely; she had managed to draw blood but she had been far from inflicting a fatal blow. Her adversary continued to increase the pressure he applied to her wrist. In the end, Edelgards hand unwillingly wilted open, the dagger clattering at their feet.
She had expected him to crush the bones of her wrist, as she well knew he possessed the strength to do so. When he released her, the twist of her angry expression softened, just in time for her to reap the reward of her actions. A startled, quiet cry escaped her lips as King Dimitri delivered a hard smack to her face. The blow forced her head to turn over her shoulder, the intensity of the hit great enough to even cause her to twist slightly at the waist in recoil. The initial pain stung and the aftershock was searing. The empresss eyes narrowed as she started to straighten her position, prepared to retaliate
But before she could act, or even speak, the lions strong hand closed around her throat.
Her eyes widened, then. Edelgards hands impulsively came upon Dimitris grip, her fingers curling around the bend of his hand. She didnt attempt to pry herself from his grasp, as no doubt she should. She knew, however, that this would be the end. Struggling helplessly would likely only give the man further satisfaction; a sentiment she could hardly hold against him, given their history, but an indulgence she didnt intend to give him, nevertheless. She stared at his face as he held her in his death grip, his hand ever tightening and encroaching upon her windpipe.
Her ears filled with the panicked escalation of her own heartbeat, and yet she faintly heard the King of Faerghus as he dismissed Byleth, most of all aware of the coldness to be found in his voice. There would be no argument from his former professor, Edelgard knew: all for the better, so far as she was concerned, as she did not desire any further audience to her demise. As the other woman left them, Dimitri seemed content to snuff out his enemy, his grip collapsing upon her throat.
Soon it will all be over, the woman comforted herself. Even as she unintentionally fought to draw a breath and her hands desperately obeyed her body's will to live rather than accepting the futility of her mind, her fingers grasping and pulling at the man's hold as if she might be able to pry him from her throat, the empress continued to assure herself thusly. Defiantly, she continued to stare at her killer; though the entirety of her face flushed to match the bright red mark his slap had left upon her cheek, and she knew her countenance would be nothing more than pitiful in that moment. Sounds emitted from her throat, sharp stabs of nonsensicalnoise intermixed with terrible suppressed gurgles. Her body writhed in opposition of her fate, eventually giving way to convulsions. Her vision blurred and she could feel herself slipping away to that sweet release...
But Dimitri was cruel. Rather than allow her to die, he found her release to be more tangible than what she had expected. Edelgard buckled to the ground as the king ceased to hold her throat. Violent coughs competed with gasping breaths, the womans eyes squeezing shut to expel the involuntary tears that had welled within her eyes in the moment directly proceeding what she was sure to be the moment of her death. She used her sleeve to wipe the foam from her lips, the few moments of recovery afforded to her just enough for the woman to begin to regain her sight. Pulsing blotches of light and dark spheres obscured her vision, and yet she was able find focus upon her fallen dagger. She had been droppedso close to it; she need only reach to retrieve her weapon, and then
Before she could equip herself, though, she felt a painful yank upon her scalp; Dimitri grasped one of the horn ornaments that was securely intertwined within her hair, lifting her upwards by the handhold.
Her mind wasn't yet above the haze the recent lack of oxygen had provided, and so Dimitri found little resistance as he forced the woman to find her feet. Edelgard lacked for balance, even as she found her footholds, and so she easily turned as the king spun her to face away from him. Suddenly aware of the press of his unforgiving breastplate against her back, the womans brows drew inward in confusion and then she felt his strong hands upon her chest.
Her lips parted to speak, but the only sound that escaped was a disapproving scoff. The king paid no mind, of course; he fondled her fully entitled. He unabashedly felt her up through her clothing, and before Edelgard could formulate a defense against his assault, he took further liberties with her: taking a hold of her garments, unceremoniously grasping and tearing the fabric from her frame. "Dimitri, stop!" she scolded him between labored breaths. Her tone betrayed her fear and did nothing to inspire the man to heed. The proof of this was a continued escalation: without hesitation, the king offered similar treatment to her underclothes, ripping away the final covering of her breasts.
Her reflex was to attempt to cover herself, to shield her body from the exposure. But Dimitri had the advantage and his hands were upon her ample chest immediately following the disrobing. The empress struggled against him, wriggling her body as she fought to free herself from the hateful embrace. Alas, her attempts were to no avail.
She felt nothing but contempt as he spoke to her, the heat of his breath teasing the cuff of her ear as his awful claims spilled from his lips. She hated him, then - the vileness of his trespasses against her body unlocking a depth of loathing she didn't know existed. The way he groped her breasts, as if proof of the words he was speaking: his blatant disregard of her, his manhandling increasing to what became a show of strength. It was obvious he was purposely hurting her, exponentially making the situation worse by subjecting her to pain in such a humiliating fashion. She writhed against him, stifling a groan of discomfort. When he released his painful grip of her chest, the relief was short lived, his fingers shifting their attentions to her nipples. A shock reverberated through her body in response, the nubs of flesh betraying her as they hardened against his abuse. She clenched her jaw and exhaled a huffed breath as she felt his teeth close in upon her earlobe. His bite was surprisingly gentle, like a playful nip of a true lover, and the woman was ashamed to admit that - perhaps, in another life - she might have enjoyed such attentions from the man.
Mustering the final shreds of her dignity, she spoke with a tone of command that came naturally to an empress. "I will never belong to you, Dimitri." The words poured from her lips like venom, full of hatred and spite. She jerked her head to the side, attempting to free her earlobe from between his teeth, though his hold upon her body allowed her very little range of motion. "I am not your whore," she hissed disdainfully. And for all your faults, surely you're still better than a rapist.</s> |
It was a slow night at the bar, 7th Heaven. The proprietor, Tifa Lockheart, was leaning against the counter, bored. She had both of her arms up on the bar, chin resting on top them. She was gorgeous, with large breasts barely contained by what was no better than a white sports bra. Her breasts were practically spilling out. Her garnet eyes looked hazy, and her black hair was loose except for a tie at the very bottom of her hair. The outfit continued with a short black mini skirt that barely covered her bubble butt and suspenders. Long black gloves with shorter maroon fingerless gloves, along with black thigh highs and maroon boots completed the look.
"Ughhhh...so bored!" Tifa stood up straight, picking up a towel and polishing the bar. Her crush, Cloud Strife, was off on AVALANCHE business which meant she was the only one to guard the shop. Her eyes flicked to the pinball machine, where she knew the secret lair was. She groaned, putting her arms behind her back and lacing her fingers together, pushing her chest out. When she relaxed her breasts bounced, nearly hitting her chin. Surely something had to happen tonight, at least a customer that could interest her. | Sol Blaze looked over the distance to see the 7th Heaven bar. He had been a semi-regular there, not often due to his travel trips out for work but enough so that he had recognized most of the regulars there when he had been there. Walking up he'd start to enter through the doors as he looked at the empty place in time to see Tifa's ample breasts bounce and nearly hit her chin as she had stretched. The man had wielded two swords on his back and was dressed like most adventurers, with light armor that showed off his fit body, black clothes underneath the armor covering his skin but it was skin tight. The armor a light shade of red with dark black pants that did have a belt with a few supplies on it. He had been known as a Diver, which was a fancy term the locals used for those who went digging into ruins.
"Slow night?" he asked Tifa as he walked over to the bar and took stock of the best reason to come to 7th Heaven in the fact that there was the sexy owner and bartender Tifa there. "Just got back in from some work," he offered, giving her a grin. "Good trip this time, though sadly someone already wants me back out there again."</s> |
Issei sighed, seeing as it was finally the damn weekend, and the plan for a strange date for him since he wasn't really a person to be liked by girls much of course being a pervert. It was strange for a girl to get some interest in him but it seemed to work out that they would be having a date and he was happy with it finally having something good in his life even if he also somewhat felt it wouldn't last long and she was really a girl to just be playing him. He sighed as he frowned a bit, seeing the high chance of that possibility happening than anything else. They were to meet at the fountain, of course where people usually met, as he changed and slowly started to go out and meet her then. Even with this seeming to be a joke or at the slim chance not, he would try to not make a big deal about having fun on the date at least for now. | Raynare or rather Yuuma Amano as she was currently going by, was a fallen angel, she was waiting for Issei, someone she planned to elinmante near the end of the date, due to reasons of concern. She was currently at five foot four, due to her taking on the appearance of a school girl, she wore a simple white shirt which hugged her large bosom, and was wearing high heels with a black skirt that hugged her ass, she had a purse around her shoulders, she tapped her foot waiting for Issei, she began to mess with her long black hair.</s> |
Crypt, a normal citizen of Vale, 5'11" with dark brown hair to mid-length, was caught up in an attack of Grim overriding the small part of the city he lived in. A couple of teams were dispatched in to take care of the grim, and while in the middle of trying to evacuate the city to some safe house away from the grim. He managed to get away from most of the fighting, but found himself cornered by one of the grim, most of the teams that were taking care of the grim were farther away. After a moment, Crypt got knocked out, finding himself waking up in a safehouse, with a warm feeling down below. When he opened his eyes and focused a bit more, he found his cock between two soft mounds of one of the Grim hunters Yang. | Yang eagerly pumped her breasts around Crypt's throbbing and massive cock. Her cleavage was sticky and coated with his pre-cum, and her long blonde hair obscured some of the erotic sight. She would pause her pumping every few moments to lean down and take his bulbous tip into her mouth, giving it a skillful suck before swirling her agile tongue around it. She happily moaned as she lapped up his pre-cum with her tongue before opening her eyes and realizing Crypt was now awake.
His cock left her mouth with an audible pop, and she grinned up at him. "Morning, cutie," she said in a teasing manner, giving his tip a soft kiss after she asked.</s> |
Raikou flickered her wrist, causing the blood on her blade to splatter across the ground but leaving the steel blade nearly clean of blood. Her chest rose up and down slowly as she looked around, making sure there weren't any foes left. She and her Master had gone out on a patrol that should have been pretty easy, but they were ambushed by shadow servants and powerful demons. Raikou had done her duty as a Servant though and defended her Master, slaughtering their foes to the last. Her clothes were ripped and cut in places, showing off more of her skin than she was used to, and for some reason...she felt warm. Not from the combat, no...she knew this feeling. It was lust and desire, she could feel her womanhood starting to grow wet as she turned her attention to her Master, doing her best to seem composed.
"Master, are you alright? I believe that is the last of them." Raikou sounded sure and firm as she sheathed her blade, but her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could tell her cheeks were likely flushed with a light shade of pink. What was going on with her? Was she so frustrated that she wanted her Master to reward her with a round of love making because she did well? Surely that couldn't be it... right? | "Ah, I'm okay," Alex spoke - her master was certainly different from her, with tanned skin and dark eyes, his gaze looked to the carnage that she had brought to their enemies, yet again. The woman was simply marvelous at that! Breathing out softly, he couldn't help but feel a little excited from the mutually shared adrenaline. "...I think that will be all we'll be doing out here today." His golden eyes flickered toward the statuesque woman's, breathing out more sharply. "We'll return to base and take a moment to rest, what do you say?" Something about her was different, and as he tried to focus on the what and the how, even he could feel the growing desire between the two of them.</s> |
The fight had almost cost them their lives. Maka Albarn and her weapon Kana Tsuchihara were being rushed into the nurses office as their lives were on the line. They had been attacked by Jack the Ripper, a well-known ex-Meister who went berserk and started attacking other Meisters and their weapons. They had been sent on a mission to take care of the massive outbreak of kishin in Denrei, a town close to the DWMA. They were exhausted and surrounded but Maka and Kana fought hard together, sure Kana wasn't Soul, Maka's ex-weapon who got assigned to a new partner because of the falling out both her and him had, but Kana was strong in her own way. Kana's weapon form was a rather unique scythe, it was a double-sided one. Kana herself was different, like her weapon form. She was a wolf girl, or to be more blunt, half-wolf and half-human. She had ears and tail of a wolf, but also once a month she'd go into heat like a wolf. She came to the DWMA in hopes to someday become a death scythe like her mother before her. She was normally a quiet and shy girl, finding a partner was hard at first till Lord Death introduced her to Maka. Maka and her ex-partner and weapon got into a huge fight and they both decided it was best if they both found new partners. Their friendship had been tarnished in many ways and Lord Death thought it be best to just let the two go their own ways. Soul found a new partner rather quickly, however Maka didn't till Kana came around. Lord Death introduced the two and wanted to test them out, to see if they'd be compatible, which they were. It was very rare that the same genders would be grouped up, but in this case it was an exception. "Maka to your right!" Kana yelled as a Kishin was rushing towards them. Maka swiftly jumped up and took it down as she slashed at the others who came at her. "Look up Maka! Three above us!" Kana cried out as Maka looked up and quickly spun Kana around as she quickly killed off the three that were above them. It took them some time, but they managed to finish them all off. Tired and exhausted, they thought they were finished for the night when they were attacked by Jack the Ripper! "So you dealt with my little puppets have you? Pity. Looks like I'll have to finish you off myself!" He yelled as he swiftly moved towards them. He was faster than anything they had ever faced before, and it was hard to fight him off. He cut through them like they were nothing, Maka couldn't hold her own against this guy. Both she and Kana fell to the ground, both bleeding very badly. "Weak and pathetic you both are. Not even a challenge." He said smirking as he thought he had killed them off; he took his leave. Once he was gone, Kana slowly got up. "Maka!" She cried out as she leaned down to check if her partner was alive, which to her relief she was, just unconscious. "I will take us home as fast as I can." Kana whispered as she lifted Maka up despite her own wounds. Wincing, she quickly made her way back to DWMA as blood flew in the air with each leap she made. Not caring for her own life, she got back home as two of the guards who were standing watch rushed to their sides. "Kana! What happened to you and Maka?!" Gojyo asked as Kana fell to the ground with Maka in her arms. All she could make out was "Jack..." before she fell limp. She wasn't dead but in critical condition. "Get the med team out here right now!" Honryu yelled out as Gojyo nodded and rushed inside to get the med team.
Kana had lived with her parents who had achieved what every Meister and their weapon wished to achieve, becoming a part of the elite force for Lord Death. Kana's father was her mother's Meister and when Kana was born they didn't know if she was a weapon or a Meister at first. They watched her over the years and when she started showing signs of being a weapon was when they started training her properly. Most of the kids made fun of her for her ears and tail, she wasn't 'normal' to them, but her father wasn't 'normal' either. He was just like her. She enrolled in the DWMA last year and has been working with Maka for over seven months now. It's been a long and hard process but the two of them work very well together. It was as if they were meant to be partners. As they were rushed through the halls all Kana could think about in her unconscious state was hoping Maka was safe. She had used up all her strength to make sure her Meister got back safely and got treated before it became fatal. Before Kana had no friends, only her parents. Maka was the very first friend she ever had and she would protect her with her very life, which is pretty much what she did. The med team rushed her to the nurses office where the new school nurse was there to tend to the sick or wounded. She had only been working here for a few months, however she was very good at what she did. They didn't even knock on the door, they just brought the two inside which they were greeted by the nurse, Medusa. "They were attacked by Jack the Ripper. We will leave the two in your care Medusa. Please don't let them die, they're so young and have their futures ahead of them!" One of them spoke before they bowed and took their leave without waiting for her to say a word. Both Maka and Kana were barely breathing and were near death's gate, but Medusa was good at what she did and she would make sure that these two didn't die. However she had plans for these two and with it being night, no one would be entering her room to interfere with whatever she had plans for. | Medusa had been working on the formula for the black blood for a long while...It was something she was experimenting with...knowing that the power it could grant someone was both great and yet devastating, and she was perfecting a formula of the black blood so that she could literally control the one she gave it to. That was a month ago...and she had finally finished her work on the new black blood. She always kept the sample syrum in a syringe under her table in a small cabinet. By the time Maka and Kana had been rolled in to the nurse's office and the situation was explained to her, Medusa smiled gently to those that brought her in. "I assure you I will do whatever it is in my power to keep them alive." She said as she stood up and walked over to the two unconscious girls, checking their pulses, heart rate, and seeing their blood pressure. They were going to die. Unless...She grinned and moved to the cabinet containing the black blood syringe...and moved over to Maka. She knew that if she injected Maka with the blood, it would safe her life...but make her Medusa's new test dummy and lab experiment. She cupped the girl's cheek, feeling how cold her skin was. A devious grin on her face as she trailed her painted nails down the girl's body until it went down her arm and to a major artery, pressing the needle of the syringe to the artery and slowly injecting the black blood into her. Now it would only be a matter of time for the blood to take its effect on her, saving her life and yet making her Medusa's slave. If the creation of this modified black blood came to fruition, then Maka would unconsciously do whatever Medusa wanted...though...Medusa was unaware of the psychotic side effects that the black blood held for those infected by it.
Now that Maka was done, she began to check Kana's pulse and life signatures. She was doing far better than Maka...but without treatment, she was going to die as well. "At least I don't have to waste anymore of my...experiment." She said with a grin and began to put an IV into Kana's wrist and hook it up to bag of regular blood that was Kana's blood type. She made certain Kana was on life support while Maka was recovering. So long as Kana rested, she would be better in no time.</s> |
Friday night. It was late. Late enough that Maya was just getting ready to close up the office. She was tidying up the place. Things had been slow. No cases in a week. It was rough. But this was the life they lead. Maya was on the other side of the room when there was a series of forceful knocks at the door. It was raining out.
"Hey Nick, can you get that?" Maya called. She was a bit preoccupied, trying to untangle herself from the mass of electronics cables around her. "Just tell whoever it is we're closed and that we'll get her tomorrow morning."
Outside the door she stood. Breathless. Panicked. Covered in blood that wasn't her own. She was barefooted and soaked to the bone, the white oriental style gown she wore clinging to her like a second skin. Gabrielle pounded at the door again frantically. She knew she didn't have much time before the cops found her, but she knew the man that resided within was the only one who could save her. | That Friday night, Phoenix Wright was just finishing up some bills and the rent he had to pay for the Wright & Co. Law Offices room when Maya just happened to get tangled up in the cables of the new TV that he had bought for Maya to watch her Steel Samurai show on, though she would have had to hook it up herself since Nick would be busy most of that day. When he heard the knockings on the door, he expected Maya to get it like always until he heard her call to ask him to get it. This would be the first time he would notice that she was tangled up and didn't bother to ask, though mentally he was asking himself how one could get tangled up in such a way. Going to answer the door, Phoenix was surprised to see a woman drenched in blood and soaked from the rain. "Miss, what happened, are you hurt at all?" He said as he grabbed her shoulders since he thought she might collapse. He walked her inside and laid her down on the couch. "Miss, what happened? Why is there blood all over you?"</s> |
Her blue eyes were glassy, almost lifeless, as they shifted and glanced up toward the white ceiling. "White," she mused. At one time she supposed it might have been such a color. But then was white truly a color? Or was it all colors? Oh, she could hardly remember any longer nor could she find it within herself to care. As her eyes remained fixed staring at what was above, her head tilted slightly. The ceiling was rancid with deep, dark stains Alice knew not. There was a time when she might have wondered, might have cared. Might have been...curious. Almost shrugging, but not moving, her lips suddenly turned upward into a twisted smile.
Matilda Jane, you never look
At any toy or picture book
I show you pretty things in vain
You must be blind, Matilda Jane!
Alice grunted, her body jostling as it was roughly shoved against by a weight of something... familiar? Yes. She recognized the weight, the smell. All of it. For a moment, she caught another glimpse of white. Mmm, yes. Airy fabric. Coarse and rough. So itchy. How that gleam of purity hid the darkness of what laid beneath it all. Clever shadows. Clever, clever, clever. She even found it funny. Her body actually knew what to do nowlegs just spreading in wait for the inevitable as her mind seethed. So much anger. 'What was that, Cheshire?' she thought to herself. She could've sworn she'd heard the cat speak, her eyes turning away from the ceiling, seeking out the treacherous grin of the feline stretching out in the cornerits home.
I ask you riddles, tell you tales,
But all our conversation fails.
You never answer me again
I fear you're dumb, Matilda Jane!
Yelping as the invasion finally came, Alice's eyes began to tear. Slowly, pale alabaster skin began to streak and stain. What was one more thing becoming dirty? She was already dirty. Dirty hands. Dirty face. And now... dirty inside... 'Where is my Protector now?' she wondered. 'Curious... so curious...' Once again he was nowhere. Once again, proving his worthlessness. Was there anyone worth anything any longer? Of course not! Life was one big cycle of worthless. No one was to be trusted. Not a soul! First the parents betray along with the boyfriend. Why wouldn't... he? They all betray eventually.
Matilda darling, when I call,
You never seem to hear at all.
I shout with all my might and main
But you're so deaf, Matilda Jane!
The cries became louder until her voice was almost hoarse, her throat sore. Alice longed for peace. Something... why wouldn't he come? He'd promised... he'd promised. And even though she'd begun to hate him, a part of her still held on to a hope she knew was hopeless. But as her eyes turned toward Cheshire, grinning at her from his dank corner, she knew she had to. It was the only tangible thread left to the insane world she lived in. The only thing left to cling to. 'Why...?' she thought to herself as she felt her body get used and coated in god only knew what, her tears flowing hot, burning.
Matilda Jane, you needn't mind,
For, though you're deaf and dumb and blind,
There's some one loves you, it is plain
And that is me, Matilda Jane!
The brush of white fabric caressed Alice's face and she felt the prick against her thigh. Another pair of hands picked up her body and let her crumple into a heap onto floor, just as rancid and 'white' as the ceiling. As always, she knew she was bleeding and as always she knew there would be bruises. Slowly, she crawled over to Cheshire, twitching as she hugged her knees to her chest, her white gown a flimsy covering at best over her slight body. She tucked her blonde locks behind her ears and began to rock.
"Why Cheshire? Why?" Alice asked the cat. "Why doesn't he ever come?" | Across the hall, a young man, of 19 sat by his door, he could hear the muffled screams of the girl, Almost every night this went on sometimes for a few minute's sometimes for hours. until 'The Men In White' were done with poor Alice, the Warden despised her young girl, most of the saner inmate's chalked it up to her being envious of Alice, because despite what went on in her head whatever made her insane that is, she was very beautiful. Her skin was a light shade of pink, her hair a beautiful blonde almost the color of honey, and her eyes would remind you of swimming pools that were so blue and cool to the touch, but, as things went on she began being worn down, her hair would usually be dirty with sweat and tears sometimes her face was bruised her lip might have a scar or scab on it, it all depended on that night's assailant, she had several marks on her arms and leg's from the rapist's that came to take what the Warden demanded, her only shred of innocence left from what her parent's did to her, and what she did to them, she came from a home from what he understood that was filled with a drunk father and a very envious mother, her father would drink and have at her daughter beating her raping her whatever he chose and her mother was very violent, calling her a whore and beating her without mercy, it didn't supervise him that she murdered them both and pretty much admitted to it, the only reason she didn't get Death was because she was so young and very much insane, now, she still cries almost every night his promise to protect her was shattered the first time he stood up to them he killed one and paralyzed the other and now every night he gets locked into a padded room left to hear Alice's cries of pain as they rape her, the tears have left lines in his face he was in here because of the simple fact that he sees things strange thing's he often encounters a White Rabbit, who claims he is always late but most it's time is spent in his cell with him, he heard her words in the quiet hallway even with the padding there was a crack under the door where every sound could be heard, her voice found its way to his door as she spoke.
"I'm right here...right here..."
His words were useless. He knew she had all but hated him now, because the promise he made the first night it happened was broken. The Men made sure of that by locking him inside of a padded room where there was no way out. Before going to humiliate and insult Alice, the Warden waddled over every morning to check and see if he was still inside. But before leaving, he would always whisper, "Forgive me please."
While they were given their meds, he would notice her watching. Sometimes, while they were given their meds, he would notice her watching. She didn't speak much, of course, who would after what she had been through? He would stay close during the daytime to make sure nothing happened, but at night, she was alone. In her cell, the cat walked on the floor in front of the blonde and sat down. The moonlight illuminated the room.
The cat spoke up as its form could be seen. It was rather emaciated, with skinny, long limbs, and a long tail that went from side to side as it spoke to Alice. "My dear," it said, "it is no fault of his. We both remember what he did that first night."</s> |
Enslavement. That was his curse. He had been pulled from his dimension and forced to be the slave of some sex-fiend creature that kept him as a pet. He hated his time there...he hated her. He wished he could kill her, but he had no power over her or her powers. Mora had always been a thorn in his side ever since his enslavement. Tonight, he would escape. She had forgotten to tighten the chain on his collar! Nathan took this opportunity to slowly remove it, leaving only the collar around his neck. He didn't have any clothes for when he escaped, but he didn't care. He just needed to get away and find someone who could open a rift and send him home. He crept out of her room, hoping she wouldn't wake up. What he hadn't counted on was the fact that the door leading out of her room was intentionally creaky. | With a grim laugh, there was suddenly a tentacle holding him by the collar.
Mora sat up in bed, smiling.
"Well, pup, looks like you're not quite broken yet."
She floated up, lifting him with more tentacles and laying him on the bed.
"After what that bitch from your world put me through, I'll be taking one of her kind as my slave. And you'll like it."
She grinned, rubbing her foot over his crotch.
"No use resisting."</s> |
Mai woke in darkness. For a moment, her training failed her and she flailed about, crying out wordlessly. Her body was sore and she hurt all over. Realizing she was naked, she hugged herself tightly.
Slowly, the memories returned and Mai closed her eyes, wishing they hadn't. She had tried her best to protect herself, but she had failed her master, failed her training. There had been too many of them and against magic she had been unable to hold out for long. The things they had done to her... tears came to her eyes as she realized her vows had been broken. She had been defiled over and over, made to wallow in filth and hurt so badly she had not been able to stop screaming. She had failed her teachings.
She reached out and grasped the bars of the cage she was locked in, trying to gaze out into the dark and make something out. A hollowness had settled in her chest. She did not know what they intended with her. She had been warned not to come into Cheliax, but she had not been prepared for such a response to her trying to spread the teachings of her homeland. What would happen to her now? | Taerin, dressed in her purple robes with green flame design over her mithral breastplate with her five-pointed star holy symbol visible and her matching boots of speed, stands just outside the cell in darkness as the monk awakens. She thinks this monk almost cost her four men in the first day.
"Now, my pet," she says, "you'd better be worth the trouble my men took to break you. Kneel in nadu position and face the door of this cage."
Taerin waits to see if she responds while looking over her body appraisingly and then licking her lips. She readies a hellfire eldritch blast if she fails to obey.</s> |
Maya pushed open the door to Moxxi's bar, conveniently named Moxxi's and made her way to a booth away from the door.
When she came to Pandora, she hadn't expected to end up playing "hero" or whatever. No, she came to Pandora looking for answers to what it meant to be a Siren, one of six women in the galaxy, probably the universe, with incredibly bad-ass powers. And a set of natural tattoos running the length of one part of her body.
Instead? Instead she gets blown up by some 'mask' wearing nutjob, working with three other 'Vault Hunters' to stop said nutjob and now? Now she'd been recruited into helping kick the company said nutjob worked for off the planet. On the bright side? Maya couldn't remember the last time she'd been allowed to cut loose like this, and Lilith, the now only other Siren on Pandora promised to help her find out what the Sirens were and all that.
But for now the blue haired Vault Hunter dropped her head onto her arms, placed on top of the table of the booth with a groan.
"Lend us a hand. The sooner you help us, the sooner I'll help you. It'll be fun." Maya muttered, recounting the very arguments that Lilith had used on her to get her to help out. "Fuck that. Maya, you got had. Big time. Can't blame anyone but yourself though." she finished with another groan. | Moxxi's was a very popular spot in the city of Sanctuary for a few different reasons. One, it was the only place in the floating city where a person could get alcohol to drown their sorrows (And usually fairly decent stuff considering what a backwater world Pandora was). Two, it was somewhere that Crazy Earl was banned from, so that meant people could drink without his insane yelling in their ears. And thirdly, the woman who ran the joint was a total sexbomb.
There she was, Mad Moxxi herself, working behind the bar while dressed up in a sexually depraved psychopath's view of what a circus ringleader would look like. A woman who had had more husbands than boob jobs, and was quite possibly the most dangerous non-superpowered woman on the planet.
In the past she had run the Underdome, a massive gladiatorial arena that brought in all the blood-hungry loons of Pandora and made for a very popular attraction. Until... Handsome Jack blew it up. Well, he was dead now, so Moxxi had the last laugh there.
She approached Maya with a smile on her face, ready to rectify the situation in regards to the Underdome. Yes, she knew just who could help there. "Why hello there, blue-hair. What brings you by?" she asked casually, sitting up on the reinforced table of the booth "Up for a drink or do you wanna blow up my slot machine again?"</s> |
Vlad chuckled. "Yes, those were the days, and my son is starting to discover those days," he said.
Anton gasped slightly and moaned into the kiss. He brought her tongue into his mouth to let her explore. "Hmm, I want you," he thought mentally, and shifted to find a comfortable spot to sit, as his breeches became even more uncomfortable. Anton's mind was slowly starting to focus on one thing - his hunger for blood. His fangs lengthened a little more, and his heartbeat increased. He didn't even realize that his scent had changed and intensified. | Albus nodded. "Yes, I thought as much. They will know to go elsewhere, correct?" He knew things weren't the same when it involved two unique individuals like themselves, so there was really no stopping them.
Keyria could feel the bulge forming beneath her, she smiled slightly. "I want you as well," her mental voice as strong as if she'd spoken aloud, though honestly, she couldn't be too sure she hadn't. She wanted him to take her, bite her and suckle upon her skin. That feeling alone was one that would surely be imprinted on her mind forever.</s> |
Piona wandered the halls of the arena in a seemingly aimless manner. She had been the very first whore to make a deal with the Arena, the first official arena whore. Since that time her business had grown and she became something of a house mother with a number of whores for the arena fighters to choose from. It was a good harmony, a source of pride for her.
Piona was herself a beautiful and exotic woman, a dark elf with softened features. Her long ears hung from each side of her long, silver hair. Her body was curvaceous and clearly on display as the dress she wore offered little modesty. After all, her body was her business.
Piona wandered through the resting corridors where the men could relax, recover, or prepare. Her presence in the arena was a constant and at the moment it seemed, she was available. | Dralos Varen stepped into the fighters entrance to the Arena, returning after a few days to visit with friends, have a drink and other such things. He was an archer, an Ebony bow strung across his body with a quiver of arrows made of the same material. His eyes were a blood red, and he had black hair that was currently tied into a ponytail. He had on leather armor right now, light enough for his agility needs while firing a bow. He walked down a corridor and spotted Piona in her revealing dress, himself a consistent customer to her services. He smiled, figuring that it would be a good day to start if he fucked her. So, with that in mind, he strode over to the whore. "Piona!"</s> |
Her brother was dead...she still couldn't believe it, it felt like someone had ripped out her heart. The worst part of it was that she had even seen his death through his eyes for a moment. Wanda Maximoff shuttered in her seat on the giant shuttle that held so many people. She hadn't been allowed to even get on the same shuttle as her brother's body was on, causing her anger to rise and her hands glowing red slightly. The young woman took a deep breath before getting up to her feet and quickly moving away from the other people, trying to hide herself away from the others on the plane.
It took nearly nineteen hours to get back to the states, drop off civilians, and get everyone else to the new Avengers base. In that time Wanda had not even taken a nap despite how tired she was. As they made it into the building, there was Nick Fury waiting for them.
"Natasha, we have a bit of a problem," he said as he looked between the two women. "We are going to need you to room with Miss Maximoff for a bit since her room is still being built." He wasn't sure how Natasha would feel about the idea after Wanda had messed with her head, but she was the only other female here. | After all the craziness of the last few days, from being brain-fucked, to the Hulk rampage, and then getting to deal with an insane evil robot... this was perhaps not how Natasha wanted to cap off her day. She glanced idly at the younger woman standing beside her, trying to hide her deep bitterness and annoyance behind her usually indifferent expression. Of all the people to get stuck with...
But she couldn't complain. Didn't have the energy after all that had transpired.
"Fine," Natasha finally admitted. The busty redhead moved to stand upright and brushed some lingering bits of dust and debris from her tight black suit. Having to share space with this girl... even if she was cute, there was a lot of annoyance simmering under the surface. "It's only temporary anyway," Natasha said, before making her way off to the living quarters. She could put up with this... or even find a way to enjoy it.</s> |
Ellie had hoped for some semblance of relief when she reached San Francisco. She hoped she could move through the city quietly, peacefully, and quickly. But no. Another city, another abandoned Quarantine Zone, another gang of assholes.
The young woman vaulted into the nearby window, bullets flying over her head, she had to act fast. She pulled out her 9mm and turned to face the Hunters as they chased after her.
She pulled the trigger, watching his head pop like a melon, before executing his buddy in the same fashion. More were coming, though. Her finger pressed tightly on the trigger again...and 'click'.
"Oh shit." Empty. Her last rounds gone. Had she been smarter, she would have kept track of her ammo and avoided this mess. It was too late now. She had to run. These assholes had her partner, and there was no way she'd get her back without gunning them down. To buy herself precious time, she lit the rag of a Molotov cocktail and threw it, covering the entrance in flames before sprinting out of there, down a dimly lit hallway.
Scavenging whatever she could find on the way to safety, she escaped from the Hunters' sight, finding a room well out of their patrol routes to rest. Closing the door quietly, she walked slowly to the window, staring out longingly with a desperate glare.
"Emma..." Her fingers traced over the glass and she let out a defeated sigh. "Where are you?"
Ellie fell back onto a soft and comfortable bed, letting her eyes flutter shut, clutching the switchblade in her hand before slowly drifting off to sleep. | Curtis smirked to himself, watching the teenager enter the nearby abandoned building. He had been watching her for a few hours, ever since he captured another pretty girl. This one seemed a lot duller in her beauty, yet her fiery attitude attracted him to her for some reason. Knowing he needed this girl for his collection, he waited for exactly twelve minutes before entering the building, convinced that she was still inside and now relaxed.
What he found was an extremely relaxed girl, so relaxed indeed that she was asleep. Smiling at the switchblade, he slowly slipped it from her grasp, as anyone asleep could not properly hold a weapon. Sliding it in his pocket, Curtis pulled out a plastic bag and slipped it over the girl's head, suffocating her. Sitting on her body, his weight was enough to prevent her moving, his knees on her shoulders pinning her down. When she eventually passed out from lack of air, Ellie was taken from this building into Curtis' own home. Wrists tied behind her back, the unconscious Ellie would remain that way for another hour.
When she eventually awoke, she would find two strange things. The first was an aching ass hole, which was also strangely wet. The second was her friend, Emma Watson, naked and on her stomach. She also had her hands behind her back, and with a face full of semen. Both girls were naked and alone, tied up in a cell with no way to escape.</s> |
Hanna Orimura sat on the train, which would take her to the IS Academy. Not her choice - her annoying cousin had forced her to go after not even a word from her since she was five years old. Now, however, she found some interest in attending the school, despite being half-asleep and dropping her violin and backpack to the floor upon arrival. It wasn't long before the school came into sight.
All half-asleep, she picked up her things and stepped off the train, trying not to attract too much attention as she hated anyone staring at her.
Meanwhile, back at the academy, Laura woke up rubbing her right eye. "What time is it?" She asked, as it was hard to see much through his thick heavy curtains. | Michael slowly opened his eyes to see Laura. Like her, he was naked, his muscular and toned body visible through the dark. He had crewcut brown hair and brown eyes. He yawned as he wrapped an arm around Laura's waist and pulled her into his firm chest.
"Who cares...we are here with each other, that's all that matters," he whispered in her ear before giving her a playful grin. "You were amazing last night..." His hand moved to squeeze one of her breasts under the covers as he gave her a playful kiss on the lips.</s> |
It was a warm day, as always in Alola, and Sun wasn't wasting any of it. He was outside near the ocean in a secluded area, away from all the village and city noise. He smiled as he threw out a pokeball, releasing his Primarina. "Hey girl, ready for another day of training?" he asked as he petted her head. Sun absolutely adored his Primarina and worked relentlessly to train her to be the best. He looked up as winguls flew by, and the ocean breeze hit his face. "Today is going to be very promising," he said with a smile. He put a bracelet on her wrist. "Today we'll be increasing your special attack, Primarina. So get ready." He adjusted his cap. | Primarina came out of her poke ball stretching happy to be out of it. She purred when he pet her head and nudged him affectionately Ring~ she let him put the bracelet on and got ready for her training.</s> |
Hawaii was quite a shocking shift for someone who had spent his whole life in Tokyo.
The incredible heat, the vibrant sunshine, the sea of accents that flew between the different people on the heated streets... it was definitely a shift from the uniformity of Japan's urban environment. That said, Ryuji was still finding the school vacation to be a little on the dull side. He didn't quite know why, but it felt to him as if not much had actually happened since they arrived here.
The fit blond had been hoping, ideally, to hook up with some fine American girl. But his English was so poor that he didn't want to make the attempt. He couldn't even rely on Akira to be a wingman since he was apparently dating someone these days (Though who that was remained a mystery to the group). He had been teasing Ann about something as of late, so maybe that was it?
Whatever the case, he was currently walking the golden sands at a lazy pace, looking out at the sea. Curfew would hit soon, and then he'd have to duck into the hotel again. The thought made the strongly-built boy grunt in annoyance. Their Hawaii trip was almost over, and he'd yet to make any lasting memories. He supposed, ultimately, he'd just have to hit the ground running on Phantom Thief stuff when they got back to Japan. | Just as Ryuji was getting ready to give up hope, it seemed his chance was upon him. A pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist and some sizeable mounds pressed against his bare back, molding against his chest. The hands rubbed at his pectoral muscles as a voice filled his ears.
"Hey there, tough guy... what are you doing all by yourself?" the voice was sultry and alluring... it even sounded somewhat familiar. Unfortunately for Ryuji though, it was all in English... which had never been his top subject.
As the voice finished, a pair of teeth nibbled and sucked on his earlobe, chuckling lowly. Little did Ryuji know, but the one behind him currently was Ann Takamaki, his childhood friend and fellow Phantom Thief. She had spotted him wandering alone and wanted to tease him... make him think some American bombshell was hitting on him. So long as he didn't turn around or recognize her voice... it would all be fine.</s> |
Ruby felt terrible, worse than any of her rougher sparring sessions with Yang, worse than any of the fights she could remember. The young redhead slowly, groggily rose, wincing from what felt like a zillion different bruises. She looked at herself, clothes torn, cut and bloody, had she been in a fight?
The huntress froze as she noticed something... Crescent Rose, her scythe, her SCYTHE was nowhere to be seen. She looked around, eyes darting, and all she saw was that she was in some sort of dark cavern, alone and unarmed. "Guys?" she called out into the darkness, voice shaky as she tried to reach the rest of team RWBY. Only her echo answered her, sounding almost sinister with the place's acoustics.
Slowly she rose, using the wall to steady her shaky legs. She had been in a battle, that's all she remembered, everything else was a fuzzy haze. She needed to find her sister, find her friends, her weapon, and get out of here... wherever here was. | As Ruby made her way through the labyrinth of tunnels and passageways, the silence would slowly give way to a sound. It sounded human enough, muffled in the distance but as she approached it, it would grow more clear. They were womanly moans and groans, the sound of a female writhing in pleasure and enjoying herself. Ruby would likely even recognize the voice just from the groans as Weiss Schnee's voice, as she was on all fours like a bitch in heat. In a cavern, Weiss was being mounted by a Grimm. Behind her, mounting her and plowing her pussy with a massive and long cock was a Grimm. Weiss' face was contorted in pure pleasure and bliss, her moans echoing through the chamber as the Grim fucked her roughly, its cock slamming into her like a piston.</s> |
Dr. Amy Ralts never would have imagined she would ever see this day. The day the infamous freelancer agent Carolina had been captured by the UNSC... well, at least by her branch. Her branch was an odd group capturing humans, aliens, and other species, doing experiments on them. Low and behold they came across the freelancer who had been injured in some sort of battle. Amy didn't care. All she cared about was now she had her. A quick history of Amy. During her youth, she served as a medic for the Insurrectionists, a group Project Freelancer fought long ago. She watched as many of her friends died because of them, most of them by the hands of the person who lay bound naked before her.
Amy along with her assistant looked at the unconscious Carolina. Amy's eyes were fueled with rage, anger, a need for revenge in which she would finally get. Of course, she would do it slowly. She wanted to break Carolina both psychically and mentally. She had already given her a new addition to her body while knocked out: a nice thick 10-inch cock and a pair of balls. She just waited for the freelancer to wake up. | Carolina groaned as she awoke in an unfamiliar room, strapped to a bed without armor, and completely naked. Looking down, she gasped in confusion at the sight of a ten-inch cock and a pair of balls to match. "What the fuck?" she cursed out loud, trying to figure out where she was and what had happened. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the details - it was a lab of some kind, very orderly and strict in its design. "Is this some kind of UNSC facility?" She asked herself, not realizing that there was a mad scientist right next to her. How did she miss that? Well, she would soon realize that the mad scientist was there, hopefully.</s> |
Michael wasn't sure how he had gotten summoned to such a paradise. He was an average guy, with short brown hair and hazel eyes behind a pair of glasses and slightly tanned skin. He was wearing a open-collared floral dress shirt that revealed his somewhat toned chest and a pair of blue swimming trunks. He was sitting at a bar, drinking a scotch on the rocks. He was surrounded by beautiful girls, all from various different fictional universes. He recognized quite a few of them, but he didn't have the balls or courage to go up to talk to any of them.
"Am I the only guy here... what, the hell am I supposed to do?" he muttered to himself, taking a large swig of his drink, hoping the buzz would help calm his nerves and figure out what to do. He wanted to at least talk to some of these beautiful girls but he just wasn't sure how to start or approach one of them. | Taking the seat next to Michael was a brown-haired woman in a red dress. "Bartender, get me a Mojito," she said with a smile. This was Kyu, and she had her eyes set on Michael. She took a sip of her drink, but some spilled onto her breast. Using her finger, Kyu scooped up the liquid and licked it off, then started sucking on her finger.
She turned her gaze back to Michael as she pulled her finger out. "Hey there, cutie. The name's Kyu."</s> |
Hinata and Sakura had been on a mission that had taken several weeks, they'd had to trek through forests in wind and rain, shiver in the freezing cold, bake in the scorching sun, fight whilst tired and hungry, but finally the mission had been a success. Unfortunately, the journey back, despite the new route they had taken to try and make the journey a little more comfortable, was hardly any better, the weather having gotten even worse in some places. About halfway though, while trekking through yet another forest, the two girls had come across an abandoned hot springs resort. It looked like nobody had been here for at least 10 years, but the structure was still pretty intact, making it potentially a warm and dry place to spend at least one night if not maybe a few, while the springs themselves were natural, meaning the water was still hot and clean-looking.
Hinata volunteered to search through the main building, finding at least one room that was intact and to see if she could find some still-intact blankets they could use. She was just as tired as Sakura, her clothes were just as tattered, but Hinata being Hinata, she offered to let Sakura head straight for the springs. "Really, I insist," she bowed her head gently before turning to head back into the building to begin her search, leaving Sakura to finally embrace the first chance they'd had to relax in over a month. | Sakura sighed and briefly glanced around; the pinkette was on the brink of collapse - so much time had been spent traveling that her body was getting worn out. The constant fighting and trekking did nothing to help her clothes which were more patched up than anything at this point. Slowly she slid out of her clothing, letting her athletic body shine and gleam in the mist produced by the hotsprings. Her abs glistened as she lowered herself into the water, eyes closed and relaxation moving through her.</s> |
His footsteps were almost silent in the dark corridors; he had to be unseen and unheard, though he felt sure the pounding in his chest would alert people to his presence. The risk of being caught breaking the school rules was exciting, but his real motivation for taking the risk of walking the corridors this late at night was taking her in his arms again. He knew if he was expelled from Hogwarts, he wouldn't see her for a long time, but Lucius had to see Bella in private and now, he burned for her. | Bellatrix made sure that everyone in the girls' dormitory was fast asleep, so as not to be caught sneaking out. After all, nobody would say anything about it if they saw her; they loved, feared, and envied her. Bellatrix seemed to always break rules, but was hardly ever caught. Hurrying through the corridors in her heels, she was as silent as a shadow, so used to walking in them, and sneaking around. Her parents would be furious if they knew their oldest daughter was lurking and moving in secret, in the dead of night, just to meet up with a boy. But he wasn't any boy - he was the most handsome boy in all of Hogwarts, and he was hers, he was her Lucius...Lucius Malfoy. She needed to see him, they didn't see each other enough during the day. Just thinking of him sent her heart soaring, higher than the sun. Her breathing was shaky as she looked for him, heading to their meeting place.</s> |
Alex walked down the sidewalk with a spring in his step. He just finished his last final of the semester and was eager to get home and out to the bars. The tall, blue-eyed man shifted his backpack as he looked across the street at the park. Rumors had it that people disappeared from there... It was Gotham City, after all, and that didn't surprise him. He wondered if it was gang-related or if one of those supervillains was behind it. His thoughts turned back to the bars and thinking about picking up a girl tonight. They should be in a celebrating mood too, and he thought he might have some luck tonight. | Poison Ivy
The crackling sounds of growing vines as they grew around her neck and wrists, bracing together as her new necklaces and bracelet, the curvy, redhead woman continued to walk down the street during the quietness of the night. Ivy didn't know any better - everything was a joke to her. At this time of moment, she was walking down the dark side of the block, only covered by darkness, hiding herself anywhere the lights were. As she was walking steadily, taking each step in a skillful yet careful manner, her eyes were soon caught by the attention of a man across from her. Her entire body halted and watched the figure from the distance, her eyes lingering and watching him as he walked alone. ALONE. For some reason - just by looking at the sight, she couldn't help but smile. Surprised to see a man - walking in Gotham City...alone...it was very surprising for Ivy, especially when she knew people disappeared around the area; but not her; she was safe from the danger.</s> |
Amongst the darkness, sword and lance clashed with dizzying grace, two silhouettes striking at one another in a deadly waltz. The fight had lasted for some time now and to the untrained eye, it seemed that neither combatant was gaining the upper hand. But it was only a matter of time before Avenger would strike his opponent down, for the enemy knew not his identity... his weakness. Even if they did, Achilles was among the strongest from the Age of Heroes, the demi-god that slew the Trojan hero, Hector, in single combat and had brought the ancient city to its knees. Casanova had spent many days stalking their opponent, preparing for this fight. What was more, Casanova had managed to summon an extra class servant, the version of Achilles representing both his strongest and lowest points: Achilles Alter, the hero that had just lost his best friend and vowed to break the Trojans piece by piece. They did not plan to lose.
And lose they did not.
In a dramatic change of events, Achilles struck his opponent down, a saber-class servant wearing a crimson gown and with golden locks. The blow was non-fatal, but the force at which she plunged into the ground made it clear who the winner would be. But Achilles knew better than to allow the woman to stand, instead falling upon her with boiling rage and conviction. He threw his lance down upon her, missing her face by mere inches before plummeting down atop her. Before she could regain herself, Achilles was above her, his hands catching her neck between metal gauntlets. With hungry eyes the servant gazed into her emerald kaleidoscopes, his fingers tightening their grip until he could hear the sweet melody of gagging underneath him. In just a moment, he could snap the servant's neck like a twig.
"Enough, Avenger," Casanova's voice echoed off of the cathedral halls, the young man stepping into the moon's light. Achilles did not listen, instead tightening his grip upon the Saber's throat until she could not breathe completely. "I said, that's enough," he repeated himself, prepared to use a command spell if necessary. Luckily, the servant acquiesced, loosening her grip upon the servant's throat just enough so that she could breathe once more.
"Why? She is our enemy." Achilles growled, his strong, yellow gaze still beaming upon the woman beneath him.
Casanova migrated over towards the woman in the corner of the room, who watched the scene unfolding before her with shocked eyes. The young man flashed her a warm smile, before reaching out towards her slowly. "Shh. I'm not going to hurt you." He promised her, his hand gravitating towards the side of her face. With tender grace, the man cupped the side of her cheek, rubbing her smooth flesh gently. He was tall, handsome, with dark hair fashionably disheveled and with an attractive, plunging jawline. But above all, his sapphire gemstones were enchantingly mysterious.
"Your servant has been defeated. According to the rules of the Holy Grail War, I am obligated to take both of your lives." He explained, his hand traveling down the side of her face and underneath her chin. Carefully, he tipped her chin upwards, forcing her to look up at the man that had defeated her. "But... I will give you another option. One that will not be offered again." The man grinned, pausing momentarily so his words could sink in.
"You and your servant will become my property... my servants... my slaves." He cooed quietly, yet clearly, underneath his breath. His terms were non-negotiable and a single time offer. The glare in his sapphire eyes made it clear that should his rival refuse, that the both of them would be killed without mercy. Before she could speak, Casanova placed his finger upon her lips, silencing her. "If you agree to my terms, both you and your servant will fall to your knees and beg for your lives. If you do not, I will kill you both." The man snapped his fingers, waving towards Achilles, who begrudgingly released the servant from his grip. He motioned the servant towards him, waiting for the two to do as they were told... or die.
"Beg and live. Or die. It is your choice." | The saber-class servant exuded a haughty confidence that her master could feel soothe her skin and seep into her very bones. Something had been off about this night but the duo had pressed on and remained vigilant in their quest for the Holy Grail. Omnipotent wish granter that it was, the legendary chalice and limitless mana within was sought out by all masters of the Holy Grail War. All that mattered was the wish -- the truth, the Root. So despite her gut advising her otherwise, they had forged on. Neither of them could have been prepared for the onslaught that awaited them inside of that grand, empty cathedral. It was a wonder that the clash of steel had not drawn the attention of others, the darkness that veiled the building acting as if it were a cloak to disguise them all-- perhaps it was. Met with another powerful servant and his equally imposing master, though the girl in question had yet to see much of him, the red-clad swords woman immediately went on the offensive, swinging her blade with a grace worthy of the former Emperor.
Sparks flew, evidence of the clash of steel, and for a time Rie believed they might have a chance. While she sometimes believed her brusque servant to be far more flashy than absolutely necessary, the young woman had come to realize that all that flash and pomp was what made Nero, Nero. A woman of Rome, Emperor to the people and a lover of fine arts, beauty, and valor, all the things that made her servant so confident and assuring that the Holy Grail would be theirs. It was these traits and this woman that Rie placed her trust in.
Saber's bright smile fell after so many blows. Crimson turned black and those bright green eyes narrowed dangerously as the lance-wielding servant before her countered blows and laid into her with a strength and severity she'd not quite seen before. In the far corner of the room Rie could do little more than watch as this dark, intimidating force decimated her partner. "Come on, Saber." The whisper like a mantra, a silent good luck charm. They could win, they just needed to gain a hint of an upper hand. They could win...
But it was not their fate. "Saber!" The trusty sword in which Nero used clattered on the ground next to her. The breath left her lungs after the blonde saber struggled against the might of her opponent. Rie's eyes widened and blinked rapidly, mind reeling from the fast turn of events that had occurred. The opposing master made his presence known and called off his servant from dealing the final blow. Try as saber might, with the grip he had on her now, she was in no shape to retaliate or protect her master. With a deep inhale once her windpipe was released, the saber gasped and swallowed, the bruise already making itself known in the form of a fingertip necklace around her throat. "Praetor--"
Rie couldn't -- didn't -- trust that smile. It was a predator's smile and all it did was make her blood run cold with fear. His fingers brushed her skin and she couldn't help but flinch at the contact, giving him the satisfaction that he had caught her, not that she was sure he needed much more proof. Oh, but how wrong she was. His sweet words and gentle caress did little to dissuade her from the thought that they'd both be killed. He could claim a notch on his belt and count one less in the running for the Grail, dispose of the both of them with little effort and note a care.
Gray eyes flickered over his shoulder to where the male servant with piercing gold eyes had her saber pinned beneath him. Soon she was guided to look at him and Rie swallowed, limbs shaking despite her best efforts to stand strong and show that she was just as powerful a mage with no fear. What could he possibly offer to her? Surely he didn't mean to play a game with her, taunt her with the hope of freedom only to drive a knife into her back. Oh no, it was far worse, even. "Wh--" she'd barely formed the words on her lips before he silenced her, both eyes and finger effectively keeping her shut up.
"Praetor, no!" Nero croaked, still beneath the Avenger. Rie had little time to think. Nero joined her side moments later, and the dark haired girl knew what she needed to do. Her saber could see it too, the blonde's angry features looking so foreign on that usually smiling face. "Praetor, you cannot--"
"Just-- ...just.. do it, Saber." Was she so cowardly? Did she fear death so much that she would so quickly give up her family's dream of the Holy Grail-- so that she could live as a slave to a mage? Had she really fallen so far...? With little else to say and legs crumbling beneath her-- whether due to the shock, fear, and anger or acceptance of her situation-- the young magus fell, palms flat against the floor and head hung low, dark locks obscuring her vision. Moments later at the behest, and with little more option lest she sign her masters death warrant as she stood, Nero fell into position beside her. Please spare us our lives and in return we accept your terms..</s> |
Greece is such a petty place to be, especially at sunset. Lena Oxton is at the grounds of some ruins, climbing up on one of the pillars as she tries to get a good look at the rest of the area. "Hm...I can't see anything so far." She moves to the rooftops of the ruins, doing it as stealthily as possible. She stops as she finds something - a gathering of a group that are moving equipment into a carrier. "Yep, Talon is here alright," she says through her earpiece. "They're moving stuff for transport..." Tracer sighs as she moves back just a little, waiting for her orders. | Watching her from afar, Widowmaker could only sigh in annoyance. "I swear you are the worst at stealth, my petite rump roast," he muttered in French, as she was visible at sunset in a yellow jumpsuit. He'd take aim from afar and switch his ammo for dummy rounds in his silenced sniper rifle. The first shot would whiz past her ear to feel like a flick and knock her earpiece off her head. The second shot would strike her left supple butt cheek as he grappling hooked to another position, then purposely shot the right cheek as well from afar with a smirk. She needed to learn that she wasn't subtle, and this was his favorite game to play with Tracer.</s> |
A myriad of colorful lights flashed and spun, creating a rainbow of strobe effects across the stage. Their rapidly changing glows illuminated the band of seasoned musicians on the stage, revealing one healthy man in black with a 4-string electric bass suspended from both of his shoulders, and several beautifully dressed women carrying well-tuned instruments of their own. The sounds of two guitars hammering out speedy high-pitched solos, a bass scaling up and down the frets, a slide on a piano, and the rattling of many drums and symbols blared out for several seconds before every player hit one last synchronized note, earning them a roaring wave of screams and applause from the thousands of music-loving fans who stood surrounding the stage.
Leon pumped his fist and shouted back in celebration to the energetic crowd. To his right, lead guitarist Elena grinned brightly, took hold of the upper neck of her guitar in hand and side of her luxurious red gown's skirts in the other and curtsied. Belle, also keeping a hand on her guitar, waved and smiled to the cheering fans. Cinderella stepped to the side of her keyboard to curtsy, while behind them, Princess Anna stood up from her padded drum throne so observers could more easily see her twirling the drum sticks with her nimble fingers. Over on stage left, Tiana, equipped with a saxophone, waved her gloved hands upwards several times to encourage the audience to keep the applause coming. They all basked in the collective joy for nearly a full minute as they were reminded of the true joy that came with entertaining people and giving them a fun night to remember for the years to come.
Once the audience noise had waned, Leon leaned up to his microphone and appreciated, "Thank you all so much for coming out here tonight!" He then introduced, "I would now like to invite a very special guest to the stage. I met her just a few short months ago watching her amazing lounge show and was blown away by her remarkable voice. Before I knew it I was recruited to play in her backing band, so it seemed only right that I return that invitation. She wants to sing a wonderful song for all of you tonight, so please welcome the lovely and talented Miss Jessica Rabbit!" | As Leon announced her name, the stunning redhead made her way to the center stage, which was rapidly filling with fog to give the area a surreal quality. Sequined silk hugged her ample curves as she stepped into the spotlight, microphone in gloved hand. Her full, ruby lips curved into a smile as she took center stage, soft guitar and keyboard backing her walk toward the audience. A sultry voice filled the room as she began the song she felt would go make the most sense for her to sing. Her high heels clicked and her thighs were exposed as she walked, but the sexy siren stayed calm asher clear voice rang out over the crowd.
"Take me now, baby, here as I am. Pull me close, try and understand. Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe. Love is a banquet on which we feed." She walked past Cinderella with a wink and headed toward Leon, hand out, as if reaching out to him. "Come on now, try to understand the way I feel when I'm in your hands." The redhead turned away from the handsome front man and as she reached out to the crowd, bending at the knee to grab the hands of some of the closer fans. "Take my hand and come undercover." Her voice rang out and she stood up once more, turning toward Tiana and Leon. She stood between them as she sang, "They can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now."
She looked at Leon as if to cue him in to join her. "Because the night belongs to lovers, because the night belongs to lust." She ran her hand down her side to emphasize her curves here before finding her way to an open microphone stand and inserting it into the stand so she could be stationary for a moment. "Because the night belongs to lovers, because the night belongs to us."</s> |
When you design a humanoid robot for combat, there are certain eccentricities and lapses that can be forgiven. By all accounts YoRHa Model 2 (Type B) was a robust platform, and given her efficacy in dispatching Biodroid occupation and reclaiming earth thus far it was easy to overlook some of the stranger notions of her design. Rather than a sleek mechanical chassis of a full android, 2B's body was that of a gynoid, indistinguishable from that of a human female right up until she cut through four inches of reinforced concrete without a windup. The faithfulness to human form even went down to minor details such as genitalia and pain/pleasure receptors across her skin along with the essentials such as sight, hearing, pressure, damage, and a custom built combat sensor package that enhanced every one of those beyond human ability.
It was broadly considered 'creepy' that 2B was capable by design of having sex, but no one questioned it, because regardless of that rumour, when it came down to it, 2B was just that good at what she was meant to do.
Cyberwarfare was also something to be considered, and while the Biodroid occupation didn't bother with EMS or any sort of automated hacking, it had been considered prudent to ensure that 2B's core systems were secured, backed up, and installed with numerous safety measures to ensure that her core functionality could not be tampered with. Combat routines, motor control, everything she would need to fight and win was kept safe, while less essential systems were left external. Skin receptors beyond pressure and heat for instance were only lightly secured, as were other subroutines deemed 'nonessential'. These systems were automatically shut down in combat anyways to streamline the action-reaction loops that governed basic battle programming since their input was broadly considered unimportant. What good was having 2B feel pain when she was damaged after all? Pain was a distraction in combat, while a simple readout and robust internal monitoring system would do a much better job of ensuring that information of what was damaged and what was not.
So leaving these minor systems outside the purview of major security could be considered forgivable too, here, an error was made. Rather than bundling the switches for these systems behind firewalls with the important capacities, the modular nature of the basic programming modules meant that each subroutine was bundled with its own executables. Had the Biodroids ever been smart enough to attempt an actual hack, they could have perhaps distracted 2B at a critical moment.
But where alien ingenuity fell flat, human ingenuity could step in to take its place.
A hacker collective, a bunch of thugs for the most part, but a dangerous bunch who had been disrupting operations across the more recently liberated cities. While they were a small threat now, projections suggested that left unchecked these criminals could end up as a dangerously powerful organized crime group, so the decision was made that they would not be given the chance to consolidate, and 2B was deployed to subdue and capture the ringleaders.
It never occurred to them for a moment that the android that had laid waste to the Biodroid occupation could ever be brought low by a bunch of human thugs, and in that lay their fatal flaw, but even if they had somehow realized, understood the risk they took, it was too late now. They had tracked the group to their hideout and 2B had been sent in as soon as they had confirmed the location. She was already on site, moving through the hallways, scanning for signs of life as she tried to seek out the leaders of the organization she knew were somewhere in here.
Already with both feet in the jaws of a potential trap... | The collective had first made itself known to the public as an organization named 'Cicada 211'. The name was seemingly meaningless and the lack of seemingly pointed symbolism kept the general public guessing or even wholly oblivious to their existence, while the more 'minor' deep-web entrepreneurs were left only to wonder and imagine just what the group could be. They seemed to protest the 'Big Brother' government that had formed in the name of retaking the cities of Earth and spoke of how the 'common citizen' needed to rise up and secure their rights to independence and autonomy. And if it had stayed at that, then maybe they could have been ignored, and the remnants of humanity wouldn't have worried about them - but then money started disappearing. Equipment. Manifests were manipulated so gear bound for vital military posts ended up 'lost' in transit.
It became quickly apparent that there was something that needed to be done about them.
Some of the finest minds in cyberwarfare and counterintelligence who called the Bunker home were put to work on tracking this mysterious hacktivist collective. Of course they were surprised and almost unbelieving when that trail led them down to Earth, and further to within the liberated zone that had already been cleared and secured by their forces. It led them to a hydro-electrical plant that hadn't seen any activity of any sort ever since it had been cleared of Biodroids months and months past, except now it was pulsing with wireless signals up to and down from the moon. Satellite imagery was even quick to reveal at least a few humanoids spotted occasionally out on the surface or along the damn wall of the plant. Further analysis and recon before sending in 2B revealed they seemed to have nothing for defense from intruders as if they wholly expected nobody would come looking for them. Maybe they didn't?
"And they sent one, did they Colonel?"
The young man holding the phone grinned at the hesitant response.
"Oh don't worry. Nobody will know about your involvement - if you behave," he said with a smile.
The aging old military officer on the other end all but snarled his response, despite the awareness of just what kind of incriminating information the collective held on him. It had been through him that the collective had found out about the - unique - nature of the YoRHa Model 2s and that rather glaring weakness. He was the one who had pulled strings upon request to see one of these deadly warriors sent, alone, to deal with the collective once they had been discovered. And the man at their head who identified himself among his peers by his handle of 'Red Jack' couldn't help the grin that was stuck to his lips as he leaned back in his seat. Cameras had seen her, and as she skulked lower and lower into the plant, she was monitored by cameras and EM sensors so that some of his best keyboard-jockeys could keep an exact point on wherever she might be.
All while working to uncover those executable files and see just what they might do with them.
And Red Jack was gambling rather hard on them finding a way to make what he had suggested work. After all, he wasn't making any effort to hide should she finally find the main pump room. He sat in the center of the room facing the door that came down from the surface, illuminated by several glaring overhead lights, sitting on the edge of a rather hard looking surgical table, and grinning like a cheshire cat as he heard quiet footfalls coming closer even though it was hidden behind the scarlet-red metal mask that he currently wore over his face. As the door would come open, he'd throw his arms open wide as if in a gesture to say 'welcome to my humble abode' and gave a laugh.
"Hello, hello! Come in, please!" He laughed again.
In his earpiece, he heard a voice.
"Jack. I think we found it."
"Good," he whispered, "Lock her receptors on."</s> |
Chaldea. When the world needed it most, it was there for them. Mostly through thick and thin, the world was saved via a number of magi and servants, all traveling through time via singularities and correcting that which had been set wrong by an enemy most sinister. With said enemy being defeated and time reverting to normal, the magic organization was something of a mess. With the death of its leader and the betrayal from within, as well as the loss of a critical member, The organization was in shambles. But, it was not utterly ruined. Magi did their best to keep the organization flowing smoothly, and with the state of humanity fixed, a few were taking a well-deserved break from the hell that was conflict after conflict with monsters, demons, and servants.
This is the story of two of them.
Umu! Wake up, Master! Shouted a familiar voice. This is not a good time to be sleeping. You might have saved the world but you've still got some nerve in trying to shirk your duties with me! The woman was a petite one, though robust when one looked at her. Dressed in a small red dress that fit her sumptuously, her blonde hair was braided back with an equally crimson ribbon, and her green eyes shone like emeralds. You promised we would do something fun as well. I didn't know I had such a boring master if this was his idea of entertainment! Rather than a mocking or derisive tone, Nero held a more playful and almost giddy one. To no longer be on the front lines, and to have the chance to get doted on felt like a luxury to the empress in that specific moment. I've also seen the other mages and servants. Quite a few of them seem to be interested in all the chaos, but... With her hands behind her back, she leaned in, her somewhat plunging top revealing even more of her flawless, fair skin and ample cleavage as she winked. But I think we can ignore that all for now, don't you? | Michael Smith was awoken by a rather familiar sound, the sound of his lovely Servant and her angelic voice. He had wanted to sleep in today because of how crazy the past few days had been; even with things resolved, it was still chaotic. The one thing that kept him sane was the presence of his servant, Nero. His hazel eyes slowly opened, running a hand through his short, crew cut brown hair. Like all Magi, he was fit because physical fitness helped magical fitness.
"Oh, Nero. Good morning," Michael grinned slightly as he yawned and sat up on his bed, his eyes locking onto her emerald ones. He licked his lips slightly as he heard Nero's teasing tone and her playful smile. He understood what her words and tone meant. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her down to the bed so he was laying back down and she was hovering above him, his smile widening.
"I think we can...but what fun thing would you like to do, my Empress?" He asked her with his own teasing tone of voice, his nose coming up to gently press against hers, his strong hand slithering down her lithe back, hovering over her bubbly ass and giving it a playful spank, his digits digging into her flesh as he waited to see how she would react.</s> |
"The Red Potion" Bar; Hours into the night...
Starlight Island was a very special place. A huge isle located across the multiversal ocean, where people from across multiple worlds, make the journey for relaxation, work, adventure and a good time. Sunny beaches, tons of different entreatment venues, and vast lush forests for the nature-types.
But right now, our story begins at a small but cozy bar known as The Red Potion. At this hour it seemed that there were just a handful of people inside, all immersed in their own lives. Amongst them was a particular young-looking angel currently sitting by the barstand....
This was Pit, who right now simply sighed as the Bartender, a Toad, handed him another drink. He had barely finished the first one and he could already feel himself tipsy. Pit had traveled to the island with his boss and goddess, Lady Palutena, for some well-earned R&R. Pit thought maybe, just maybe, time here could be the chance where he could finally spend more time with her; Tell her more about his feelings...
But he chickened out and soon enough, Palutena assumed Pit wanted his space; which wasn't far from the truth, but was not helping him after she met with some old acquaintances.
Pit just felt lonely in general, specially with the fairer sex. Despite his angelic looks, he was still a young man with needs and wants...but of course it wasn't like if luck was going to smile his way... | But luck seemed to smile as one woman came to sit next to the lonely angel. This was the love fairy Kyu, though right now she didn't look like a fairy using her human disguise. "Bartender, get me a Mojito," she said, and within moments the Toad gave her drink. Kyu's eyes drifted towards Pit's direction.
He was her next person she wanted to help out in the love department. "Hey there cutie." She called to Pit, giving him a moment to reply. She then took the slice of lime on her glass and sucked on it for a moment before placing it back on her glass. "My name is Kyu. Mind if I ask for your name, Angel?" She asked as the string strap of her red dress fell off her shoulder.</s> |
Lethe groaned as she slowly came to - black spots danced before her eyes, resolving themselves into greater shapes as her mind desperately tried to unscramble itself. Unfortunately for her, all she could see was blackness still but for faint creases in it - almost like stonework. Lethe twisted her head away from the ground she'd been staring at, trying to bring her arms around to push herself up but... it was to no avail - her shoulders burned and her arms were asleep, a sure sign of being bound roughly by the wrists and forearms.
As her arms burned to life in a series of unpleasant pinpricks, Lethe rolled herself forcefully onto her back, arms whinging in pain when she did so. She could feel her legs were bound at the ankles as well, though that didn't inconvenience her much as she rolled onto her bottom, tail flicking out of the way so that she didn't sit on the end of it. With that done, she slowly inched her way backward until she pressed her back against the wall.
"Ugh... Lethe... Lethe, is that you?" came an all-too-familiar voice.
Lyre was the younger of the two twins, and accordingly looked entirely like Lethe, but for longer hair and a preference for red over her sister's green.
"Yeah, it's me. Hold on one moment and I'll get us out of this," Lethe said, closing her eyes as she flexed every muscle in her body, willing herself to transform. Electricity suddenly ran throughout every vein and along every nerve of her body, elicting a high cry from the young laguz. "Agh!"
"Lethe! What's wrong?" Lyre asked, trying to rotate herself on the floor so she could see her sister.
"Can't... transform," Lethe managed through ragged breathing. There was a choker - a collar, rather -'round her neck from which every bolt of electricity ran - she couldn't see it, of course, but she could feel it there, constricting.
"What happened?" Lyre asked, her voice growing quiet.
"I... don't know. But if I had to guess by this cell and whatever they did," Lethe said with a derisive note, "I think we've been captured by beorcs." | The laguz siblings would have a little more time to regain themselves and make heads or tails of their surroundings, though they'd soon hear footsteps coming from the other side of the walls. It was dim in that cell they were held in, though that probably wasn't too much of a problem for the laguz. As the large doors in front swung open, the bright light of torches slipped in, and a small group of men came to step in front of the sisters. As Lethe had deduced, their captors were beorc, another word for humans. Beorc and laguz had for many years held some bit of tension and prejudice between each other, and it wasn't uncommon for skirmishes to rise up. There were some less than pleasant practices each side would take part in, and with high-ranking laguz like Lethe and Lyre, they might have been in for a rude awakening.
"Looks like our little kittens are awake finally. Took them long enough," said one of the five men, who then moved towards Lethe with the other two heading off to Lyre. The men didn't have to worry about these two lashing out and causing them harm, thanks to the collars they had fixed around their necks. It would be too troublesome to have these two transform, and in their human forms, they wouldn't be able to get them off by trying to tug it off. "These special collars look quite nice on both of you. We had them specially made to make sure you wouldn't be getting all nasty on us though. You two are rather lovely for sub-humans, so it would be a waste to harm you."
The men loosened the girls' chains a bit, undoing the ankle restraints but keeping the restraints on their arms as both girls were brought up to stand on their knees. "Now it's pretty simple why you're here. As our prisoners, we really can do anything with you that we please." One man lifted Lethe's chin up to make her look up at him. "Hmm...I wonder what the soldiers under you would think knowing you got caught by us? Oh well, we'll be sure to have a lot of fun with you both. No need for your sister to be left out." His free hand came to cup one of Lethe's breasts in his hand, giving it a firm squeeze as he continued to grope her. "Heheh, when you aren't looking like those beasts, you've got bodies just like us. The men looked to be nothing more than lowly bandits, but in a little skirmish with the group of mercenaries, they had set a trap to snatch any laguz really, and they were lucky to snatch these two right here. There was no way they'd ever let these two get away with what they had planned. "Might as well forget about your commander. Doubt he'd be able to please you like we're going to right now." On the other side, one man had come up behind Lyre, groping at both of her breasts while the other worked to remove her clothes, forcefully if need be. They were aiming to rip through them as they didn't think their new pets would be needing them anymore.</s> |
Time is a picture in motion through eternity.
The thought drifted through his mind as he finished the last few runic lines of the summoning circle. Rising as he dusted off his pants, there was a brief moment of hesitation, he hadn't summoned her yet, so he had every chance to back out if he so desired, right? And yet... He'd come this far, he'd sacrificed so much just to get here. If he were to back out now, all of that would be for nothing - and there was still the chance he'd be a victim of the war anyway. He knew this was likely to be a vicious one, the other magi in the war were not likely to go easy on any who got in their way, and while he hoped to keep casualties to a minimum, there was still the fact that a few probably wouldn't stop participating in the war until they took their final breath. Thankfully, he was prepared for that. The crimson summoning circle that he had drawn and painted over the floor of the room seemed to shine briefly as he stepped over it, carrying an old and faded tome in his hands kneeling down once more to set the Japanese manuscript in the center. The catalyst for the summoning was one of the most important things, and he had picked a very antiquated catalyst. If he was right - he should be able to guess and ascertain the identity of his servant almost immediately, but even with a strong catalyst there was no telling what he could truly get.
Looking it over one last time with amber eyes, he exhaled faintly, the chill in the night air causing his breath to become visible as he shivered for just a moment from both the cold and the anticipation of what was to happen. Clasping his hands together, he felt his magical circuits starting to come to life, energy flowing through them before his hands slowly began to extend outwards, seeking to focus that energy as his lips started to part, and he spoke the ritual, his words soft at first, but slowly growing in power as he started to feel the connection grow between this world and another, a more intangible place, but one teeming with power...
Iron is the foundation, and fire is the catalyst.
O hero of old, lost to time and judged by history, heed my call.
From ages past to a new dawn, I call you from your eternal rest and bind your fate with mine.
Come forth! I summon you with the aid of the Grail, I summon you as my sword and saber in this war, O ancient hero. Heed this call and come forth, accept this offered sacrifice and arise into the world of men once more!
Every word drew more power from him, he felt the mana in his circuits being pulled out, drawn and used as the connection for the summoning. Before long, every word he spoke carried a wave of pain and shock through him as it drew on his ambient reserves, draining them to the very limit as the connection between the throne of heroes and the living world was formed, and something pulled from it, into this world. If everything went well, the pain, the effort to acquire the catalyst, everything would be worth it! As he continued to chant, the room began to glow with ephemeral motes of magical energy, the dancing sapphire lights slowly coalescing in the center of the summoning circle as they pooled and gathered... Only to eventually explode outward in a blinding and dazzling display as the young man quickly covered his eyes with one of his arms, the ritual completing with a more explosive climax. | When the sapphire lights finally diminished at the center of the circle stood a woman, her hair the shade of cherry blossoms. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue, to compare them to the sapphire light from earlier wouldn't have been far off either. Her pink hair was drawn back into a bun, a hair piece that looked like a black and red fan held it place. Her slender, yet powerful arms were covered in black gloves with the fingers exposed. She wore black kneesocks, with geta sandals on her feet. Her milky white thighs were exposed. She was wearing a beautiful blue kimono that only stretched as far as the upper part of her thighs, dangerously close to exposing her most intimate areas. Her Kimono was held in place by strings tied to a black collar around her neck. A red cloth wrapped around her waist, holding the kimono in place. Two sheathes were tied to her hips as well.
Her eyes looked over at the man who had summoned her. Her eyes regarded him, was this the voice she heard as she was pulled through the ether? She remembered traveling, many wars, many fights, she had so many that she forgot them, or perhaps that was an effect of the grail's power.
"My name is Miyamoto Musashi," he said, "are you my master?" He asked curiously, though there seemed to be a feeling, a connection between the two. Still, he preferred her to answer, just so he knew who she was in all of this.</s> |
The specimen was tucked away behind a glass tube that went from the floor to the ceiling. All sorts of equipment were scattered about the lab. Some of the tools were reading the specimen's vital signs and others were charging up to begin the next set of tests. The specimen in question was found drifting through space. It was somewhat of a mystery as to why it was floating through space, but even more so why it was drifting unconscious and half frozen. It was made mostly of a slime material, but its organs were clear to see in parts of its body. Even as it floated in the glass tube, its organs were beating to a rhythm, but ever so slightly.
The next mystery began as to why it had similar DNA to another species completely different in appearance. For easier classification, the specimen was nicknamed "Slime Metroid". The earlier tests showed that the Slime Metroid needed a constant flow of energy. A flow of energy was scheduled for the tube every half hour, but the burst of electrical energy did very little to sustain the creature. It was slowly dying and a reason to the cause could not be found.
Junohad been assigned to the space colony specifically to do research on the creature. She had been assigned since the very beginning and was one of the chief scientists assigned to the ship. Even though the colony was a civilian craft, it was temporarily under military orders. Upon the nearest military outpost, it would relieve control of the creature and any research over. Juno was there to make sure that happened and do what research she could. The equipment wasn't military grade, but she and her team was able to put something together. The other more complicated tests would have to wait until she was in a military lab.
Juno was the only one in the lab. She had dismissed the rest of her team earlier to get some rest. They were still days away from the military outpost, but there were still tests to perform. Specifically, how to transport the thing without incurring any injuries. A timer beeped on one of the consoles near the glass tube. It was time for the energy surge. Juno pressed a couple buttons on the terminal and the process began. The Slime Metroid was electrocuted, but it seemed to be in pain. Perhaps it wasn't getting what it needed at such a low voltage. In tired state, she failed to forget that a higher voltage would also damage the glass tube. When she turned the machine up higher, it caused a power surge in the lab. When the emergency lights turned on, it would show that several cracks had formed along the tube. | The heavy organ that formed its head flickered, then two points of light glowed like eyes in its head. It pressed against the glass, seeping through the cracks before hardening and shattering the tube. The being spilled out, wobbling about slightly as it stood, before lunging and pinning down Juno, hissing at the woman.</s> |
Winter's tan ears lay back against her head at the sudden chop of an ax striking the wood block, and the wet sound of a head rolling away from the chopping block. She wasn't sure who the storm cloaks were, but they evidently managed to piss off the Imperials ... something she was quite happy to see at this point to be honest. Particularly due to her own fate, while it kept her off the chopping block, her situation was not too much better.
She was caught crossing the border about two days ago and brought to this camp. The imperials had planted some skooma in her gear and gone on a long rant about the punishment for smuggling. They ignored her denials and offered the Khajiit woman a choice. Execution or aiding the garrison situated here in some way. She rathered liked her dark striped head and brown mane to remain attached to her body so she agreed with the latter of course not quite knowing what they meant by assisting.
Turns out her assistance was being stripped down to just her tan fur, placed in stocks with her tail pulled up and bound to her back, with her ass and pussy on display and for the use of any men in the fort who wanted a go with a exotic female on their break. Some damn moral booster it seemed. One that a number of them had seemed happy to try out. Her amber eyes closed hearing more cursing from the prisoners and a wince as one tried to run and was shot down. She shifted a little on her paws bound as well and spread wide attached to the base of the stocks. Her cream colored and coco striped fur was already matted around her thighs and ass from her job as entertainment , but at least they were a little distracted now and the stocks were in the courtyard of the keep and kept out of sight of the rest of the town. | Rumors had been flying all around the keep and Skyrim itself , Dragons had returned more powerful than ever before but even more worrying was that the rumor said that the dragons were taking female prisoners, they would not be found for about a month and suddenly would return home with a swelling belly. Of course the guards ignored these rumors. Though beastly roars could be heard all around the keep and many Guards were starting to become very fearful. They were trying to rush it so Ulfric Stormcloak could be killed but since the men had their moral boosting female. The execution went slowly.
One of the guard captain came up behind Winter and said "Oh you certainly are an exotic female, I'm going to love pounding that pussy of yours," he began to rub her pussy roughly, all he cared about was his own pleasure.</s> |
The cries of numerous soldiers still rang in her ears as the terrifying form made its way to her. Even with the preparations they had made, the fall of Hyrule Castle seemed inevitable. Even though Princess Zelda had chosen to stand as the last defense with numerous guards, even she was growing worried for the kingdom's future. Ganon himself had come and laid waste to the last lines of defense, though rather than killing the princess, he had her taken away. At first, the young princess had imagined she would be tossed in the dungeons to be tortured and made to reveal kingdom secrets. However, upon arriving in the dark castle that Ganon took residence in, she was led right past the dungeons being led up flight after flight of stairs until she was brought in front of the door to Ganon's personal quarters. She felt her heart sink, as she felt a different sort of torture would be in store for her here. She was forced inside, and made to wait until Ganon would return. There was a lone window in the room, but even if she thought to jump, it was much too high for her to survive the fall. Any thoughts of trying to get out through the door would be tossed aside with the guards. No doubt they would be sticking around until they weren't needed anymore. What a pain. At the very least, they hadn't been too rough in bringing her over, even if she put up a struggle. Her clothes had not been ruined, aside from a few wrinkles now from how she had been handled. Whatever Ganon had in mind for her though, she did not wish to have a part in it. It was her kingdom and her people before anything else after all. If it cost Zelda her life, she'd make sure Ganon would not get what he wanted from her. | The door opened gently, but it felt as though force had impacted against it; so sudden and yet it made no noise, only giving her a hint of his presence. Tall and dark, the evil man who brought chaos and disorder to her kingdom and their world, stood in the doorway. His armor and stature were entirely solid like stone. His red hair was nearly sun-stained blood. His dark skin was smooth with his cape. His eyes were as poisonous as his tongue. He simply stood there as Zelda acknowledged him this time.
"My fair lady," he bowed only slightly as he stared at her with those seemingly hungry eyes and that wicked grin that might have stripped her clothing entirely.</s> |
She said yes. The giddiness that filled the king upon hearing those words peaked, and he felt almost like a child in his joy, if even for a moment. The emotion could have not been any more raw, at least until she continued, explaining her current condition to him. "A child, really?" he asked her, barely above a whisper, shock replacing a huge grin. Of course, Thranduil had hoped beyond hope for another child since they had lain together, but the verility of his lover could not help but give him pause.
"That's... that's great news!" he finally finished after a moment, stepping in close to reach out for her hands. His new excitement sent shocks through his fingertips as he covered her hands in his, and he smiled back at her knowingly while she spoke of her friend and his needs. He nodded when she finished, thoughtful, yet slow to speak.
"I know not how to help someone with such a hole in his heart, but if it will make my Queen happy, there is nothing I would not do. Just speak for his needs, and they will be as law," he said supportively, before gripping her hand, and pulling her towards himself for a kiss. "Now is not a time for such concerns, though. We have much to celebrate first, then you can be a Queen tomorrow."
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She allowed him to pull her towards himself and she looked up into his eyes before she bit her bottom lip. She kissed him back once more when he kissed her but she didn't feel too comfortable at the moment. "Thranduil, we have not won the war though. My Uncle's supporter Orcs are still out there and I have a daemon that I have to worry about." she said and rested her head against his chest. "Malerk may be dead but....its all far from over." she said and looked away as she stared down at the floor as tears came to her eyes but she wiped them away. "I can not fully celebrate until all the Orcs, the daemon are wiped out." she whispered as she touched her stomach tightly and grit her teeth together not sure she wanted to celebrate now.
"What do you mean a Queen?" Thranduil asked, looking at her curiously. "You mean tonight, Thranduil?" she replied, closing one eye. She then grasped onto his armored chest and let out a small sigh. Despite being healed by the healers, she still felt pain from her wounds. "It might be best if I rested for a while longer," she added, helping him remove his armor. A shiver ran down her spine as she gazed upon his handsome face in the flickering flames. But she wondered what kind of things he had to do that night, and didn't say anything about it.
Thranduil could feel that she was still nervous, she was still worried and uncertain about celebrating. Theora moved when his armor was off and sat down on Thranduil's bed and stared back over at the fire. "Are you sure it's a good idea for me to be in your room?" she said raising her brow. To him, however, he could see that she was just teasing him. She lay back down on the bed of his and closed her eyes feeling too tired to remove anymore clothing from herself, she still had her boots on her feet. Theora laughed slightly and tried to get into the celebrating mood but it just wouldn't come to her, she wanted nothing more than to be back out there searching for her Uncle's men.
He knew she would not want to do much, and he would insist on a more aggressive way of spending their time if it were not for the grime of battle that stirred within their minds. True rest and joy was still going to be a long road away, but for now he would give her all he was able. That meant a slow approach, pulling off the boots from her toned calves with a soft tug, exposing more of her slender flesh to his prying eyes. He repeated the process, and smirked as he pointed to a bottle of her people's vintage wine that he had snuck into his room.
"I planned to let you have some, but it is too late now," he teased, uncorking the bottle for himself. He poured out a liquid nearly as dark as her skin into a delicate glass he also seemed to procure from nowhere and sat on the edge of the bed. "You know, I don't want you to be angry, but I... I don't want you pursuing this demon of yours alone. If he is counted among the Miar like the Dark Lord, he is not to be trifled with."
He sat at his lover's feet, and took in the earthy aroma of the wine. The drink was stronger than even his kin's tiff vintage, and he almost could not bear himself to drink. Yet, he had to, if only to take away his nerves. He knew of Theora's ire and even relished it, but it was more than her now. She would have to understand how he felt.
"It's not going to hurt the baby Thranduil, we are not like humans you must remember that." She said and sat up softly and slowly moved closer to the King and grabbed the bottle from him and grasped it in her hand. "Besides there is some magic protecting the child as well, I felt Galadriel put it on me and the healer strengthened it along with me." she said and grasped the bottle then swung her head back with it to her lips and gulped down a lot of sips before she put the half empty bottle down on the bedside table and let out a sigh before she lay back down. "I think you missed more than just my boots Thranduil." she said and lay back down on the bed and smirked at him.
She giggled a bit and then slowly helped Thranduil's shirt off of his body and a smile grew on her face. "You have to be careful if you're going to help me with this daemon Thranduil, your kingdom can not afford to lose you." she whispered and shut her eyes. "I don't think Legolas or I can lose you either Thranduil, that is why I want you to be very careful." she said and ran her hands through his blonde hair. She then slowly lay back down the wine now hitting her, and she shut her eyes. "I love you too much to lose you." she whispered and rolled over onto her side with her back to him, he could see that she was feeling funny but at least the ale would cheer her more up and make things a lot better for her.
"Father would be so proud of me tonight, though he would know I still have so much to do. Oh, I wish he could see me now." she said gently. "I wonder what else life is going to give me, I hope more good things happen." she whispered and buried her head into the covers. She let out a soft sigh as she rolled onto her back again and with her eyes shut she adjusted herself in bed. She was unaware that her shirt had ride up some more and Thranduil would be able to see her belly and her scarred, toned flesh. Furthermore, she twitched her head slightly and grabbed a blanket and hugged it her body seemed to be growing hotter, it was no thanks to the ale that she had swallowed down.
He swilled the wine in his mouth, watching the woman as she tried to get comfortable in his bed, and with a smirk he reached for one of her feet. With a gentle tug that caused her to giggle underneath him, he had her dark foot on his lap. The delicate thing twitched under his fingers as he rubbed it down, pushing into where he knew she would be sore after a long march and heavy battle. Thranduil did not allow her to even pull away, instead letting her little movements ride her shirt higher along her body.
"I am not a fool," Thranduil said to the woman, while his hands moved up to her ankle, "That is why I must aid you. This realm is not safe for anyone who loves peace, not with the Necromancer or this new threat looming, ever present. I can only be happy if you are safe." He tugged on her again, playfully, to pull both of their thoughts well away from the tasks that they spoke of. "That is why I also know we have to live now. It is an odd thought, a human thought, but I have lost before...
He leaned in to her a little, just to look at her body tangled in his bedspread, the ebony skin smoother than the silks. He so wanted to touch her, but he was sure that was not what she needed now. He would allow her to decide, and he would use his hands and the wine to help her relax, to have a night to worry about the small things instead of the struggle ahead.
"I don't think that any of are going to lose Thranduil, I know you're not a fool either. But we are going to take this beast down, and I already know the good will finish of evil. I have already seen what will happen to this so-called Necromancer and who he is. I shall not say this though for it's a few hundred years away, yet before he will be finished. It is also not my place to share and change the future, what happens will happen." Theora whispered. She had seen Frodo already with the Ring, she had seen Sauron fall, but she would not speak of this to anyone. Theora knew that someone might try and change the future, and she didn't want to say anything because Sauron could always get the information out of another, and she did not want that to happen.
"I do not know what will happen between us and this demon, but we must be strong. But enough worry about these things." she said and when he finished the wine she took his glass and put it on the bedside table. "Time to teach you how to drink like a Dark Elf." she said as she grabbed the bottle and smirked taking a huge sip from it then she kissed Thranduil hard on the mouth allowing the strong drink to flow into his mouth, allowed him to swallow it. She stayed in his lap until he had drunk her mouthful before she pulled back and licked her lips. "You Wood elves taste so sweet." she muttered then she smirked putting the bottle down before she lay back down on his silk sheets and stared up at him, her shirt under her breasts.
She slowly leaned back, grabbed a pillow and then threw it at the King. "Come on you being so boring, stop acting like a King for once. You look better when you smile, stop being sour all the time." she teased him as she threw another pillow at him. "Don't make me give you a maiden's braid." she giggled as she rolled to her side her back to him. Long bandages wrapped around her from where she had been wounded, but the pain seemed to not be bothering her any longer. Thranduil then would feel her bare foot push against his thigh, and soon he was pinned under her, and she sat on top of him. "Your acting so much like father." she said and stared deeply into his eyes and bit her lip.
He was taken aback by the boldness of his lover as she shared wine with him through her mouth, and seemed to freeze until he forced himself to swallow. The youthful spirit was brought back with a frenzy to his eyes, and he swatted away both of her fluffy attacks before to his surprise Theora tackled him. He was pinned under her, with her crotch grinding against his torso as she tried to get a good grip. Yet, she was smaller than the king, and it was not hard for him to playfully grip her hips, to press her against him.
He let her think she had won, before with his powerful arms he all but lifted her off of him and dropped her into the silky sheets. "Let me be sour when I will, and you be sweet when you want to share a bed with me. It will be better that way." He grinned, and reached over to steal away the bottle of wine back from his ebony lover. The cool glass felt good against his hand and he teased her, letting the bottom of the bottle graze her stomach, giving her a chill. Then, he let the wine bottle tip, drizzling the cool liquid against her skin. He licked his lips, before whispering, "Since we are sharing culture, let me show you how Sindarin drink wine together."
Slowly, he kissed her skin, the earthy notes mixing with the slight sweat of the day on his lips. He breathed in, clutching the bottle tightly in one hand, before he found a pool of strong drink at her navel. He reached out with his tongue, licking it, taking it all in as he held her down. When he was done, another swig of drink showed that he was serious about having fun.
She yelped when he threw her onto the bed gently and she stared up at him raising her brow when he spoke to her. "I am sharing a bed with you for the rest of my life, you did as me to be your wife after all Thranduil." she whispered. She then glared at him as he stole the bottle from her and she narrowed her brow some more before she wondered what he was saying. She yelped when he touched her belly with the cold bottle and she clamped her eyes shut tightly. "What the heck..." she groaned then shivered when she felt him pour the wine over her stomach, just enough to pool at her navel but not get onto the sheets, she was worried it would stain his sheets badly but she did not say this out loud to him however.
She moaned softly when she felt Thranduil kiss her stomach and slowly work his way down her stomach, then cried out softly when he licked her navel clean of the drink before she watched him sip from the bottle.
"That's not quite as fun as other things," she said, watching him sip from the bottle. "Try not to waste the drink, Thranduil. It's hard to make." She took the bottle and drank some more of the wine until there was hardly any left in the end of the bottle before she slumped back weakly on the bed and smiled.
"You're such a grumpy old man sometimes," she teased him, knowing that it was all in good fun and they weren't really fighting.
She let out a soft sigh and slowly began to pull at her shirt trying to get comfortable again, instead of pulling it down she pulled it up and off her head and threw it to the floor. She then pulled one of Thranduil's pillows against her half naked body and looked back over at him. "If you want to play then we can play Thranduil." she whispered and shut her eyes again. She twitched slightly before rolling over again the sheets fully wrapped around her now and she was stuck under them her arms pinned at her side. She bit her lip and stared up at Thranduil, she was totally drunk now, and her eyes were glazed over but at least she had a huge smile appearing on her cheeks now, and you could see that she was happier.
"It is good you always taste sweet, then. Otherwise, sharing my bed every night would be a chore," Thranduil said, his mouth planting kisses along her dark skin as she leaned back into a slouched position on the pillows. He let her keep the bottle for now, and instead stroked her skin along the side of her body until he felt her writhe. He was going to pay her back for the comment about his age.
Long fingers dug into her sides suddenly and without mercy, to bring her writhing underneath him. "You need to watch your tongue around your elders. If you want to be treated like your age, I can arrange that," he said, hands raising up her body until they reached her tender armpits, to find even more sensitive skin. It was soft, too soft, that flesh he touched, and her laughter was infectious as he held her down.
The wine slipped from her hand, neck nestling between two of the reclining pillows, threatening to spill over the king's bedspread. He grunted, stopping for a moment, before leaning into her, his face stern, as he was about to scold her, and then with a grin he swiped the bottle back and drank the last of it. The king, who was not for strong drink, swam a little from the alcohol. The bottle rested against her side when he was done. Tickling her with a chill differently than how he could make her chill.
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She groaned and shifted under Thranduil as she narrowed her eyes and glared at him, but it soon softened. "Oh come on, Thranduil," she whispered, biting her bottom lip. "I'm just teasing you." She whimpered as his hands moved over her body and he began tickling her. She giggled when he drank the last of the wine and seemed to be drunk now. "You can't hold your liquor, can you?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. "I do have respect for you, Thranduil, and I owe you my life. You saved me from dying." She whispered, a serious look on her face. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder. She sighed and let out a small moan as she lay there under Thranduil, and she shook her head slightly. "What are you going to do now? I'm starting to get this strange feeling." She said, grasping his hand and slowly bringing it to her chest. She bit her lip harder before leaning up and kissing him on the lips, letting out a soft sigh. She wrapped her arms around Thranduil's neck and held him close to her, enjoying the feel of his body against hers. "I love you, Thranduil. When do you plan on having a wedding ceremony? Are you going to tell your people tomorrow?" She asked, cocking her head to the side.
She gritted her teeth together and then groaned as she brought his hand to her stomach. She reached and moved her hands into his pants, grasping his length gently and running her hand gently up and down his fat cock. She groaned, enjoying the way his cock felt in her hand. She wasn't sure why, but Theora was feeling really horny and wanted nothing more than to have his cock inside of her. "Your cock is growing so hard in my hand, Thranduil," she whispered, cocking her head to the side as she stared deeply into his eyes. "Are you enjoying yourself, my dear King?"
He tossed the bottle aside, the clank of it as it hit the floor filling the air. He smiled then, knowing the delicate thing did not break, even under his carelessness. "I need you too," Thranduil told Theora, gripping her left hand to feel the ring press hard against his fingers, "I always have, from the moment you stepped into my kingdom, and I love you for that." He kissed her again, looming over her with his strong form, and found his flesh wanting more contact with hers, as if the air were poison.
He continued, mixed between his desire to press against her and the burning need in his loins that she fueled with her hand. Finally, he gave in to lust, and snaked out of his trousers, fumbling so as not to let go of her hand for another moment. Then, he eyed her, as he kicked the last of his modesty away, and admired her as he had before, only with even more revelry. He knew now that she was his, more than he knew it then.
She blinked and stared up at Thranduil as he towered over her again, his body pressed down against hers. She smiled softly at his words as she felt him grasp her free hand and held it back. She smiled more when he spoke about how much he loved her and it made her heart race faster once more. Her right hand still kept working his cock, moving up and down, over and over, still being gentle. She could feel Thranduil's massive cock was fully erect in her hand now and she could not help but grin from it. She then moaned when he kissed her and she made sure to kiss him back, his body pushing down on hers while she felt him trying to remove his pants, she wished she could help but both her hands were busy.
She smirked when he stared down at her, her hand moving harder and faster up and down his shaft now, her thumb running over his cock head. "You are so handsome," she whispered as she pulled her lips away from his own before letting go of his cock and hand and pulling her shirt and pants off so that she was naked other than the bandages that covered her body. Theora then slowly moved forward and grasped his cock again, her white hair falling around her in a sheet. "I want to try something." She whispered and soon Thranduil would feel her mouth wrap gently around the head of his cock and it slowly began to bob up and down his shaft, her tongue moving over the head of his shaft.
Theora wondered what Thranduil would think about what she was doing to him, she made sure to stay gentle however. Her left hand gripped his shaft base this time, however. She was on her knees as she moved her head, a smile on her face though he couldn't see it with her hair in the way. She moaned again and again, trying to send vibrations through his cock. She smirked as it throbbed inside of her mouth and she could see that she was causing him nothing but pleasure which made her happy. Theora wondered what he was going to do next, she was not about to stop sucking him off just yet, no it felt so damn good to have his fat dick inside her mouth. | Thranduil was taken aback by his lover's boldness, and could do little but run his fingers through her white silk hair when she began to please him. He tensed when she gripped him firmly by the base in surprise and moaned. Then his knees locked and toes stretched when her tongue ran across his glans, and he could not help himself. He had to hold on to her, to keep from giving in to his lust.
Eyes locked on his lover's when she looked up to gauge his reaction and fingers that were exploring her hair started to grip into her locks. He refused to guide the independent soul pleasing him deeper on his cock, but encouraged her with gentle tugs and impassioned sounds with every bob of her head. Precum even started to seep out of him then, coating her tongue with saltiness and lubricating her throat just a little more.
Then, he felt a change, a tension deep inside his loins building, and despite himself, he started to pull his lover away. It was a slow process to get her to slow down with his hard cock in her mouth, but gradually his groans made her begin to look up at him again, if only to find why he was hesitating. "I'm going to cum," he panted out after a lot of effort. A look of concern was on his face then, as if he was sure she would be disgusted with the thought of a load forced down her throat.</s> |
It had all been a mistake...
Cheyenne wasn't quite certain just where everything had gone wrong and was still trying to figure out where her miscalculation was. The Jedi wasn't used to failure, only victory or standstills. She was caught off guard by the fact that she was about to lose, her allies were falling one by one. She had given the signal to retreat back where they had come from, but mines went off, destroying her back line as well. She kept trying to think of other paths out, to bring some sort of victory to the Rebels, to save her comrades! Another blaster fire whizzed by her and she heard the cry of a man fall to the ground, dead.
This wasn't how it was supposed to turn out.
They encircled her, believing that they could kill her with numbers, she would prove them wrong. She began slicing through their numbers, their army backing up. Maybe there would be a victory in this, if only Cheyenne could get out.
Before she could even try to though, the ground shifted from under her unexpectedly and she began to drop. The army stopped firing upon her the moment that it shifted, and that was when Cheyenne suddenly realized what her miscalculation was. It had been her. The army hadn't been put there to kill her Military, they had been there to capture her. It was obvious now since she had fallen for the trap, cut down their pawns, only for them to lead her right into the falling ground and them abruptly stop firing. Who's commands were these though? Who had outsmarted her? A General of the Rebellion who's prestige was renowned through the galaxy...
That was it again, she miscalculated herself. She had made her presence known, wanting to mark her victories and take her claim for her wins. It rallied troops around her, but it also held grudges and enemies against her. They knew of her at that point. She had been the mistake.
She dropped with a crouch, turning to the presence that she sensed. Deep blue eyes that looked almost green glared in the shadows though she couldn't see. This was the one, he had been the one that had calculated for her to be arrogant enough to keep fighting in the battles, to take arms in the front line even though her presence was well known through the Empire as the Jedi scum that gave them trouble.
Lights slowly flicked on, first at her feet and then steadily moving towards the other person in the room. She had been right about her assumption of it being a man - he had been waiting for her. His head was bowed so she could only see the crown of horns upon his head. But as he rose to look at her, smirk at his victory of trapping the Jedi, she could feel the dark side radiating from him. He had been able to cloak himself? Most impressive. Cheyenne sort of recognized him, he had been one of the few that she had tarnished the Empire's plans for.
Glaring at him, she ignited her lightsaber and took her stance - she wasn't going down easy if he was going to fight fair. | Coerced into failures of the fleeting past only spiraling indirectly into erupting racially as a Zabrak's known self-assuredness; prompting a berserker physiology oozing complete animalistic fury. Drakron held prestige amongst the elite of the Empire, forgoing the christening names Sith are accustomed towards seizing after the metamorphism. Attunement over one's mental attributes paralleling to the traits strengthening this beast by raw emotion. Deep immersion to the gifts of the dark side were symbolized immeasurably by the trademark corruption of luminous, sulfuric yellow hues tracing over the form of his Jedi prey. A Zabrak nightbrother held no contempt, only acclamation for his origins despite feelings he was taken as some exotic barbarian warrior-slave for the Emperor himself. Neglecting repressed opinions, a barbarous grin psyched for glorious combat listening to the wailing and screams of dead rebels by the cumulative streams of red lasers emitting from E-11 blaster rifles the Stormtroopers fired with reckless abandon.
Witnessing the vulnerable surface rattled, he patiently though expressing an virtue even partially associated for placid action was an unfortunate forgery of his intentions for his prey. A stratagem befitting for a formidable force sensitive as herself, Drakron kept his blood lust famished when such subtleties became significant, though to the rebel's fortunes he relied on his own skills versus larger scale skirmishes with complexities involved. An abundance of capable combatants from both sides of the conflict never beheld a specimen of his stature, towering warriors with an staggering height of seven feet tall with protruding obsidian colored horns fashioned like a crown secured over the dark brown complexion harmonizing with the motif of sheer terror masked with blackened tribal tattoos of the planet Dathomir amplified further by highlighting the tattoos with red scarfication marks adorned in his perverse version of glory and perhaps a hint of masochism. Shirtless with armor allocating near the Cestus like gloves, bracers, even braces near the dark cloth of his pants, he represented the martial warrior of the ancient times.
" Decided running not worth dead comrades? "
The dilact was chalky in pronouncing words within the confines of comprehend, utilizing the most prevalent of languages known as basic or galactic standard. Brawny, infused by the passion of a challenge and other horrific imagery amassed in the horned skull of this venomous creature of importance to his military. Cheyenne's lightsaber once conjured painted vivid supposition over the details of past battles. A lightsaber burned marked the left corner of his face where eyebrows would be positioned should his species really bore hair, another greeting flesh through the bicep and an invisible one cloaked by clothing through the right upper thigh. Anxious to test her fighting prowess after an extended vacation away from each other, the Zabrak would finally exact revenge in a style only suitable for his species and the disciplines of the dark side itself. Diverting into a mantra emulating a mirrored sentiment of the former Jedi order, its served for psychological warfare and heightening himself mentally for the duel ready to commence between two practitioners of the force.
" Peace is a lie, there is only PASSION!!!
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me. "
Weight began to distribute between the staggering feet of the martial sith, fixated at width approximately at the shoulder. Aligning them accordingly, she eavesdrop upon these antics prior to combat itself, both feet angled slightly to the side and the knees should be facing in the same direction of the feet; never flatfooted. Hands adhered to about temple level, back slightly hunched, and most important having elbows raised to safeguard the chest. Manufacturing a distinguishing fighting style of unarmed combat with the capabilities of a sith warrior made this brute versatile and incredibly lethal. Muscles swelled, though trained eyes could watch the force manifest throughout his core with controlled breathing.
Literally the calm before the blood stained storm, Drakron's hunger gre insatiable the longer he stood composed. Unknowingly this effect struck at a Force-user's energy and metabolism, pulling out all the weapons for the long ride. Assuming the usual stance, his right foot rose above his towering height before slamming his armored boot forward; appearing akin to a blur. Masking telegraphed maneuvers, a powerful current of kinetic energy surging through the might of the sith targeted the midsection, soaring like laser fire and crashing like the fury of a Wookie tackling an adversary.
" Peace is a lie, there is only PASSION!!!</s> |
Bozeman, Montana...April 5, 2063...First Contact. It was only moments after the Vulcan scout ship landed that the Humans who were led by Zefram Cochrane attacked and killed the aliens. The Vulcan Ship was then stripped of everything while the Humans acted like wild animals partying around the fallen bodies of the alien invaders. The Terran Empire had just found new technology which it would use to expand across the galaxy. The Terran Empire applied this stolen Vulcan technology to a policy of aggressive expansion which led to many races being conquered. The Andorians, the Tellarites, the Orions, the Trill, the Betazoids and yes the Vulcans soon found themselves under the heels of the Human Empire. The Humans showed themselves to be brutish, scheming, and murderous creatures and they even shocked the Klingons and Romulans with how deceitful they could be.
The Empire's hold on its territories was initially weak. In the 2150's, some of the worlds conquered by the Terrans were beginning to rebel against Terran rule, leading to a long-running conflict in which the Empire came to the brink of collapse. Propaganda, however, conveyed the message that things were going in the Empire's favor and that the war would be over soon. In 2155 the USS Defiant, a Federation ship launched in the 23rd century of a parallel universe, was reported in Tholian space. A mission was undertaken by the crew of the ISS Enterprise which at the time was under command of its First Officer Jonathan Archer. It was Archer's plan to steal this ship away from the Tholians and use it to overthrow the Emperor. The crew of the Enterprise did in fact steal this ship from the Tholians, but also lost the Enterprise in the opening moments of the battle. It did appear that Archer would take control over the Empire, but double dealing and backstabbing were apart of everyday life in the Terran Empire....that is if one wanted to get ahead. Archer found out too late that another member of the Enterprise crew had her sights set on ruling the empire. Lieutenant Hoshi Sato, who was the Enterprise's communications officer had ideas of her own. She poisoned Archer then took the Defiant for her own. Using the powerful Starship from the future, Hoshi soon took control and she was pronounced Empress of the Empire.
After the defeat of the rebellion, the Empire turned its attention towards the other races in the alpha and beta quadrants. The Klingons, the Romulans, the Cardassians, the Tholians, the Gorn, the Ferengi, the Xindi, and the Breen were the only major powers left that could stand against the Empire. The Klingons and the Romulans had a long-standing hatred for each other due to years of betrayal, and even though they hated the Terrans, they couldn't set aside their mistrust for each other. The Romulans would stand alone and face down the Humans without help from anyone. In time, the Klingons joined with the Cardassians in an Alliance against the Terrans while the other races just sat back, not wishing to get involved.
In 2267, members of the crew from the USS Enterprise, including Captain James T. Kirk, were accidentally transported to the mirror universe aboard the mirror version of the Enterprise, the ISS Enterprise. Before Kirk left, he tried to plant seeds of doubt in Spock's mind, but in this reality, Spock didn't succumb to Kirk's attempt to change the Empire. The Terran Empire continued under the control of the descendants of Hoshi Sato. But even the great Sato family had enemies inside the Empire, and in 2275, the Sato family was removed from power by Grand Fleet Admiral James Maxwell. The coup d'tat ended the rule of the Sato family who had been in power for well over a century. Maxwell proclaimed himself Emperor Maxwell the First after taking power. Emperor Maxwell started a program to rebuild Starfleet since years of battle against the rebellion left it weak, and if the Empire was ever going to conquer the remaining enemies, it needed its forces to be ready.
An uneasy peace settled over the galaxy for almost a century. There were still battles between the major powers and the Empire, but all-out war was avoided. In 2368, war did break out when the Empire was finally ready and their target was the Romulan Star Empire. For the next five years, a bloody war raged between these two great powers, and by 2373, the Romulan Empire was ready to fall. The Romulans were going to make their last stand at a planet known as Galorndon Core where the bulk of their fleet would mass. The Fourth Fleet of the Terran Empire was sent out to destroy the remaining Romulan ships and pave the way towards the Romulan home worlds of Romulus & Remus. However, inept leadership on the part of Admiral Stone, who was leading this mission, and by a number of captains who greatly underestimated the Romulans' will to survive caused the Terran Empire to suffer a bitter defeat when they outnumbered the Romulan ships two to one.
The Terran Empire sent the entire 4th fleet, consisting of 224 starships, to Galorndon Core, but only 87 made it back to Starbase 173. On the voyage back to Starbase 173, many of those who had been in command were locked up, some even killed by their own people. One of those locked up by his own crew was Captain Benton Maddox of the ISS Raptor, a Conqueror Class Attack Cruiser NCC 6472 carrying a crew of over 500 and an assault force of 150 MACO's (Military Assault Command Operations). These special troops were aboard each ship and served to protect the ship from intruders as well as being used as ground assault forces.
Captain Maddox quickly found himself under arrest by his first officer, Commander Mason Kane. Commander Kane and the crew who backed him locked their captain away before heading for Starbase 173 with the remaining ships. Emperor Maxwell the 2nd, the firstborn son of Maxwell the 1st, took power after his father's death in 2359 and was outraged over the defeat of his forces, which should have won against the Romulans. He ordered Admiral Stone put to death. Captain Maddox was stripped of his rank and command and thrown into prison. Commander Kane was promoted to captain of the ISS Raptor and given new orders: a secret invasion of the mirror universe Federation. This invasion was to gather information on the Federation's technology and bring back anything that the empire didn't have. The Federation had been so helpful in the past with the USS Defiant that the Emperor felt they could possibly have new weapons or updated shields that the Terran Empire hadn't discovered yet.
Captain Kane accepted this mission with a smile on his face. He knew that if they could bring back anything from the Federation, both he and the crew of the Raptor would be hailed as heroes of the empire. Kane left Admiral Grey's office on Starbase 173 and returned to his ship. The Raptor was currently being worked on to repair battle damage received during the fight at Galorndon Core. Losing this battle made the Terran Empire appear weak in the eyes of its enemies, something that couldn't be allowed to last. There was also some disturbing news which had come to Emperor Maxwell's attention a few months ago. A wormhole had been discovered in the Bajor System and this wormhole led to the Gamma Quadrant. The Klingon-Cardassian Alliance who had joined with the smaller power the Bajorans were in control of this gateway. The Emperor wanted this wormhole just as much as he had wanted the Romulans destroyed. Now with the Terran Empire looking very weak, he couldn't launch an assault on the Bajoran System or destroy the Romulans. This was his reasoning behind sending the Raptor into the mirror universes to find new technology. Emperor Maxwell the Second would have this wormhole, or it would be destroyed and no one would have it.
In a few hours, the Raptor was repaired and left Starbase 173. A device had been attached to the ship's Deflector Array on the inside and was controlled from the bridge. This device would open up an interdimensional gateway which would take the Raptor into Federation space, then bring them home once their mission was over. Captain Kane stood tall and proud in front of his crew as he told them the news of this glorious mission and what it meant to the Empire. Mason Kane had finally been given what he had wanted for so long... command of his own ship. Handsome and powerfully built, Kane was on the fast track to getting a ship of his own one day, and now that he was captain, the women on board would be throwing themselves at him. The women of the Empire knew how to work their way to the top. Hoshi Sato herself had certainly fucked her way straight up and become Empress. The entire crew was standing in the shuttle bay while Captain Kane spoke of the glorious mission. To Kane's left stood his new first officer, Commander Faven Boreas. Although she appeared to be human, Faven was born and raised on the planet Ekos. To Kane's right stood Lieutenant Commander Dixon Webb who was human and Lieutenant Commander Tala Kalel Raioth who was an Andorian female. The blue-skinned beauty was the Security Chief and called Commander Tala since Andorian names are not easy to pronounce. Commander Webb was the Chief Engineer aboard the Raptor. It was his job to make sure that the gateway device worked properly. Captain Kane placed his right fist over his chest, then extended his arm outwards in front of his body." LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE! "This move and the words spoken were repeated by the crew.
Everyone returned to duty once word on their mission had been explained. The Raptor soon approached the location where they would use their new gateway device. All of the ship's power would have to be transferred to the device in order to open the doorway, then the ship would enter. Once on the other side in Federation space, the Raptor would begin looking for a ship or station that they could attack, overcome, and take over. After that they would steal whatever information they could find in the computers and take prisoners. Once this was done, the Raptor would return to their universe with their prizes. | The training room, unlike the plush holodecks of the Federation, had no safeties built in to protect the participants. Little larger than a turbolift shaft, the training room spanned three decks and could with great effort poorly simulate any environment. The blow when it came stole her breath and knocked her onto her back. The Nausican pirate stood over her gloating, working the clasp of his belt to complete his celebration. Taking careful aim, Faven drove the man's balls back into his pelvis; the rest of the pirates' body fell two stories to the floor. Faven stood looking down at the last of three pirate prisoners taken from a crew of thirty. Leaping off the edge, she landed next to the pirate and raised her dagger overhead, plunging it into the Nausican's heart. "Attention all crew," the computer announced in a voice every bit as venomous as its crew. "We are about to enter the mirror universe." A wall of energy like a lens washed over her body; she felt like she was underwater, gasping for air. Then it was over. She read the reports from the incidents and wondered if each crossing was different than the last. The MACO were preparing in the shuttle bay, always polishing their weapons on one another, damn sexed MACO. Faven made her way to the bridge; men and equipment were being unloaded. Given the technological edge the Federation had over the Empire, the fight would be long and hard. "First officer Faven, we have sighted a Federation science station. Only a few freighters are docked. It was too good to be true - a target like this was more than they could have wished for, and thus must be a trap. Scan for cloaked mines. She refused to believe that the Federation was as trusting as reports made them out to be.
The first sign of trouble was an exploding photon torpedo over the port nacelle; the micro torpedo didn't even heavily damage the shield. It was just a runabout, after all - ignore it if you can. She watched another attack from the opposite direction. How many of those small craft could a station that size have anyways? She wondered. The ship fired back, but the nimble craft evaded with ease, breaking off its attack run to do so. This is science station Epsilon, we are on a peaceful mission, the communication was cut at their end. Did they expect the Empire to care whether they were friendly or not? They still had good tech to steal. Faven had seconds to react before the cargo bay door was torn from its hinges, sliding over the floor of the shuttle bay. A piece of the door sliced through two decks and two rooms, coming just short of her head in the turbo lift cart. The edge glowed fiery hot, and she could see the damaged runabout through a gap between the door fragment and the wall of the shaft.
Faven crawled on top of the door fragment, pulling herself through the gash to the shuttle bay as the cart wined then fell to the bottom of the shaft. Faven said a quick prayer for the junior officer crushed in the shuttle. She could see the runabout had plowed through several shuttles in its death roll, including the one manned by the MACO's commanding officer. Who was second in command here? A low-ranking officer pointed to the same command shuttle. Turns out all three senior officers were in the same shuttle - stupid! We're either the Empire or the Federation. Grabbing a weapon, Faven shot the fourth ranking officer. Listen: I am now in command. First rule: One commanding officer per shuttle. Rule two: No formation flying, no communications. I don't need a bullseye drawn on my ship. Taking a set of armor from a storage rack, Faven entered the shuttle she would have all the glory of taking the enemy commander for herself.</s> |
Kratos smiled for the first time in a long time as he felt his life fading away. The gods were dead, hope was released into the world, and he had his vengeance on Ares and Zeus. That Athena was angered by being deprived of her weapon was a wonderful bonus; no god would be able to rule over men again. But now, his part was done. He could finally join his wife and daughter in death. He lay back and let death take him.
At least he thought death would take him. He felt the warm sun and breeze on his skin. Had he come to Elysium to see his family again? He heard the clang of steel and gradually woke up. He looked around and found himself in a fertile valley. It certainly was not the world ravaged by storms, darkness, plague, blight and flood he had left.
He stood up and looked around. Feeling himself draw breath, he realized he was not yet dead. His blades were still attached to his arms. He was definitely on some other world. He headed for the sounds of metal smashing against metal. As he got closer, he realized it was not the sound of some smith working his trade, but a battle between two foes. He heard the grunts of exertion. One sounded male and the other almost female. He jogged towards the sound, his blades firm in his grip.
He came to a clearing through some woods and saw a woman dressed in what could only be a warrior's garb and a man in full hoplite armor brawling with each other. He watched them battle and then heard the woman call the armored man "Ares". There was only one person Kratos knew by that name and the garb would befit the god of war, even if he hadn't been so covered when last they met.
"Ares! Who has seen fit to give you life again to torment me? Was it Athena? Or is this some plan by Zeus? It matters not! I killed you once, God of War, and I can do it again. Let's finish this!" His blades came up and he lunged at Ares, intent on taking his head off as he shouted a war cry at him. | How was it that this vicious god of war somehow tracked Diana to the land of men? The champion now known to the public as Wonder Woman had thought she'd left that world behind when she'd left her homeland of Themyscira behind. The gods and their followers had been as vibrant as ever in the land of the Amazons. Diana herself bore the blessings of several gods in her armor and her weapons. The very blade she used against Ares now had been forged by gods to be wielded by their divinely appointed champion.
Wonder Woman and Ares, god of war, had been fighting above the city for some time. The god had appeared and caused something of a rampage, apparently intent on drawing the princess of the Amazons out into an outright confrontation. The city itself had little in the way of protectors. While capes had begun appearing throughout the world in ever increasing numbers, this particular metropolis hadn't laid claim to any. Diana was merely staying here in a stop-gap as she and her escort traveled through this strange new land and learned of its customs. So naturally the Amazonian princess rose to the occasion. She would have anyway: the thought of getting into a fight, let alone a fight with someone as foul as Ares, aroused great interest in the warrior princess. She had left her island and its comfort for precisely reasons like this.
Her muscles rippled in the sunlight, their tanned flesh no doubt drawing many eyes even as she punched or slashed at her godly foe. Wonder Woman looked every inch the mythological figure she represented. Flowing ebony hair had been tied back into a warrior's tail that extended to a bottom so round and firm that it looked capable of crushing coal into diamond. That hair framed a face that appeared blessed by Aphrodite herself, from finely sculpted features to piercing blue eyes to the plump lips that now curved in a fierce joy and ferocity. The light outfit of blue, white, and red covered her lithe body well, accentuating her femininity. This was, of course, the point. Let the enemy be distracted by Wonder Woman's female form, right up until she drove her fist into their faces. True, it did mean displaying a fair amount of leg and thigh, though her boots climbed over her knees anyway, but Wonder Woman hardly cared. The fabric alone would deflect most blows, and her blessed bracers would handle the rest.
Wonder Woman looked every inch the superheroine as she fought Ares. And now she had to back away as a fierce warrior appeared seemingly out of no where. Wonder Woman watched as Ares barely jerked a weapon up in time to deflect the fierce warrior's attack. A flash of seeming recognition twisted that face, drawing a barked laugh from Wonder Woman. "Aha, so it appears that another enemy of yours has appeared. You will meet your end this day, Ares," she brandished her weapon again, but Ares had already started to shift, obviously intent on drawing this newcomer into a direct battle. He'd been wounded some by Diana already, as she had a few scrapes and blows of her own. Still, he moved well, obviously ready to fight off this newcomer.
"You stink of fear, god," barked Wonder Woman, shifting from sword to lasso, figuring that range and reducing the number of blades in the fray would be best. Maybe her new ally could distract the god of war further...</s> |
Morgan jerked awake in mid-scream, her gray eyes shooting open as she took in the now familiar design of her room at Xavier's mansion. Sitting up, she sighed and checked the alarm clock by her bedside. "2 am," she murmured, turning on the bedside lamp. "Fucking great." Shaking her head, she slipped her long legs off the edge of the bed. Another sleepless night in the hell that had become her life since her return from England.
Two weeks ago, she'd been back away from Dante and his group, the lot that made Magneto look like a freaking pussycat. In those two weeks, her dreams had been haunted by his face as he threatened to get revenge on her. She knew it was starting to show, the professor had even offered to read her mind. Of course she denied it, last thing she needed was him sending a team out there to handle something that she started in the first place.
Pulling on a small robe, she grabbed her uniform and headed to the bathroom that everyone on this floor shared. Maybe some training would help; stripping off her pajamas, she turned the water on high and let the water wash away her nightmare. Rolling her shoulders, she slipped the black leather uniform on and headed to the danger room. At this hour, no one but Wolverine was ever up, or so she thought he was the only one still awake. | In the danger room, the faint sound of clinking metal was made apparent. He always had a smoke after training. The dark also calmed him down. His red eyes scanned the dark room, as he sat in the middle of it. He groaned softly and he sat back against the wall, he looked around him. Silence. Darkness. Just the way he liked it. Another puff of his cigarette and he was sailing, his mind was calm, his body was calm. Overall, he was calm.
The clink of the metal door surprised him. It was two o'clock, and there was someone coming in to train. . . something didn't seem right. He waited for the person to show themselves. A charged card, ready for whoever this person was. The room reeked of cigarette smoke and sweat, and the lights had not turned on yet. The card sat in his hands idly. He would be ready to fight if needed. . .
As soon as he saw her face, due to the light in the hall, he smirked and the card lost its charge. He put the card away and turned his attention to the woman who was there now. "Can't sleep?" The Cajun's voice echoed throughout the room. His accent apparent. . .</s> |
To whom it may concern,
The demon Andras is to report to the Incubus Palace at noon tomorrow to receive appointment and orientation to the Order of Temptation, by order of Lady Morrigan. Failure to present in a punctual and appropriate manner will result in a fine and/or decapitation.
Andras read over the appointment letter once again as he neared the gates of the palace. It was a huge, towering structure that seemed to simply radiate hedonism. Even from the gates he could hear moans of ecstasy faint in the distance. Not many got the opportunity to train to be an incubus. It wasn't something one applied for, exactly. One was chosen. Andras didn't have to wrack his brain as to why. After all, his aunt was Lady Morrigan herself. Not that that would spare him from decapitation if he were late, but even demons had family bonds.
As he approached the gate, Andras showed his invitation letter to the guards and was greeted by a giggling nude woman no older than seventeen. She seemed human, but could very well have been a golem or a nymph or any other product of the debaucherous witchery that ran rampant within these walls. He was led down the main corridor, taking a few glances at her perfect ass bouncing in front of him as she took him to the throne room. The moaning grew louder as the doors were opened by another pair of guards to reveal nude figures of many shapes and colors writhing about together on the floors, tables, chairs, whatever could be implemented in their wild ballroom dance of passion. So this was to be his home now...Andras couldn't say he wasn't impressed.
As he approached the throne, Andras bowed deeply to his aunt. "Your loyal neophyte and loving nephew, my lady," he introduced himself in his deep, smooth voice. Andras was a strapping young demon at 19, with smoldering tan skin, long black hair, and a pair of green eyes that could hypnotize an unwary woman. He came from an esteemed family of incubi and succubi that prided themselves on their continued line of beautiful and malevolent demons. The genetic lottery was kind to him. Andras tried to avoid looking at the copious copulators all around him and focused on Morrigan. He didn't want her to think he was inexperienced so early in the process. | For mere mortals, the voices in the never-ending orgy that is held in the palace of ultimate pleasure would be maddening. A thousand voices from from a thousand different throats, some bestial and others almost divine but all are similar in one aspect, they were all screams of lust. In the center of the maelstrom, one figure sat elegantly on a throne made of living demonic bats. She was the epitome of beauty. There is no being, regardless of it's race or origin who would not feel the need to fuck her the second they laid eyes on her flawless form. Morrigan Aensland, queen of succubuss, uncrossed her legs and walked forward to greet her nephew.
"Andras," she purred seductively while licking her palm. Instantly, her hand snaked down his crotch, grasping the demon's cock and with heavenly skills, jerked him off. "My, how you've grown..." The queen said with a chuckle. Indeed he had a good sized cock for a demon and she had no doubt that this cock will serve her kingdom well. With a snap of her free fingers, her throne dispersed into a swarm of dark wings and re-formed as a large comfortable couch behind Andras. Slowly, the queen guided the boy to sit back and relax, pulling his pants down so she can handle his cock more freely.
"It is time for you to walk this path dear boy.." She whispered close to his ears, eyes locked on the horsecock in her palm. "To use your...Gifts for our kingdom..It is a path of cunning, seduction and the animalistic sensations that comes with the territory..So..Are you ready?"</s> |
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