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Thread: A strange calling....Brings a creature.

Wonderful, He scooped down and started going through how all humans seemed to organize things, and whipped out a skillet, unpacked the steaks, and drizzled the blood over the semi-thick slices of meat. Blood bubbling, and then he opened the spice cabinet, and this man, obviously had culinary talent. Various things were grabbed, sprinkled, speckled, all over the meats, and he tenderized them, with a meat mallet, and some cajun sauces. He flipped them a few times, and then grabbed some glasses, multi-tasking, an often denied ability, but Jamison was blatantly doing it, and tall glasses were filled with ice, and he poured the vodka into the glasses, at first on the rocks, then the Orange Juice, like a goddamn bartender. Then he made mashed potatoes, leaving her to her whims. A batch of muffins was whipped up in no time, and they were blueberry, which was good for women. I did tell you I sometimes work as a medical care professional, didn't I? He asked, off-handedly, and he was taking the muffins out and letting them cool. He grabbed large dinner plates, scooping the meat, and potatoes on. Bit of a family tradition, hmm. He sprinkled corn onto the potatoes, I know, looks weird, but very good, I do say. Hers was lain on the table, with the muffin. I like to make scones, too. What use was a man that knew only how to use a menu from a monopoly. Everyone should know how to cook, no matter what gender they were. Very smart, I'm down with snatching some shit. I don't like to eat, all of the time, but it does make me feel quite much better, He placed his dish onto the table. I am sorry that the dessert is not very sweet, He went the fridge, and grabbed a bag of purple grapes, and put them off to the side on a seperate plate. Odd, but I think it shall taste good, He laughed, his eyes almost a blue silverish glimmer, absolutely immortal, unreal, and he divulged, after providing the silver ware for them to dine. He sat at the head of the table, and placed her to his left, the very nearest chair. Jamison, always, chose the head of the table. I am very sorry, I had to make a sacrifice, He said, as apathetic as could be, delivering a forkful of potatoes, so nutricious, and the corn to his lips. We shall have another adventure, if you do wish. We could have an army of them. He laughed. He arose, popping some grapes into his mouth, sharp teeth, which was every single one, digging into the rich, ripe fruit, and he placed a straw into her cup. I'm doing the best I can with these trashy humans. He laughed. I could do much better, this is actually, me being a little rusty in the kitchen. What foods do you like to eat, when you do eat? I can, and will learn, to make anything you want, He said, crossing his legs at the ankle, his thick, muscular, thighs, bound in leather, with a material mixed in to make them flexible and not too restrictive. He had a bit of extra fat, it was as if, something awful, had happened to him, but he was neither, fat, nor skinny, just, a bit, of a mixture, a lethal, violatile, mixture.
Thread: A strange calling....Brings a creature.

Azura smiled softly at that, as she took a bite of the food from her plate. Oh I think I would relish that, army of adventures wouldn't be bad, who knows taking a few things from our targets could serve our own agenda its not like they will need them where their souls are going anyway. Then she thought of the question he had asked her. Its been a long time sense I laste ate real food, so I am sure my tastes will have changed alot. But this actually does taste good, and if you made this again I would not mind it. She had taken a healthy portion of the steak as she chewed and swallowed it. No I don't think you told me that part or if you did perhaps it slipped my mind the moment you freed me from my prison. Though she thought traveling the world wouldnt' be bad at least it would enable her to see more of what she had been missing at least trapped in that castle of hers. Still even as trapped as I was that didn't me from wanting to see the world any less or at least expercing the fact that there will always be enemies for us demons to find. Then she grinned faintly. I do have a terrible sweet tooth, and the grapes will be a good desert even if they are not sweet enough for me. It wasn't something she often let other people know about. But well sweets was one thing she couldn't resist.
Thread: An Empire in 100 Nights (Rosewood x LeatrixSage)

Laughter. Solveigs sharp chin lifted a notch higher as she listened to the sound swell, and then scatter around them as those nearest them were emboldened by the mirth of their leaders. Had she been a lesser woman, she might have blushed. The roar of howling guffaws eased, and then redoubled, something that started an unsettled murmuring among her Barons. Uncomfortable as it may have been to be laughed at, what mattered more was that it seemed the lord of these hosts of men was not alone in speaking her native tongue. It was a deep disadvantage, not knowing their language, and it was one she would be forced to remedy quickly if she meant to survive her enemy. To hammer that point home for her, a voice made for the sounds of clashing swords and blood-letting rang out over the many men and horses. It brought Solveig around, and as her Barons parted to make way for her, she was shocked to find a man barely a day older than herself was the source of it. He stood head and shoulders above everyone, so unlike many of the wasted dead of his armies that had littered every battlefield. So many of his own had fallen to win this day that she was convinced his numbers had won out his victory, not his wit or will. And yet, he walked through the throng of men that seemed to respect him dearly. More than that, she and her small company were utterly outnumbered, and yet he came to her dressed in mail and leather and ready for combat. He spoke and warred like a man twice his age, and yet he moved like a young buck full of cocky swagger, but his manner of dress spoke of a man burdened with a wisdom and a distrust that ran deeper than his vanity. Whatever she had expected to find waiting for her, this was not it. Never in her life had she lifted her chin to look up to anyone, and yet Solveig found herself doing exactly that as the southern Emperor stopped far too close to her for comfort. Pale blue eyes the color of an ice cave wall bore down on her with an intensity that demanded her acceptance of his will, but hed find naught but proud resistance in her steely grey gaze. Thats a relief, she rejoined with her own amusement, I was beginning to think Id been bested by a weakling, and that I could not survive. There was a muttering at her elbow, and Solveig felt a fresh chill race down her spine, a warning that the men that stood behind her were not all to be trusted. You summoned me, and Ive come to treat with you if you are ready. Do you have a private tent for us to speak in, or must we do this here? Solveig was not accustomed to waiting for the will of others, and it irked her to tread so lightly. She was forced to remind herself that there were many lives beyond her own that hung in the balance, and it was with that knowledge that she allowed Adas Morgundt to decide the tempo of their negotiations. Let him have the lead, there he would be comfortable, and hopefully, malleable and thoughtless. Last edited Feb 6, 2019
Thread: An Empire in 100 Nights (Rosewood x LeatrixSage)

She didn't seem as intimidated as he had expected. Instead she gave him a proud, powerful gaze that sought to actively contend with him. With every passing moment this woman intrigued him more and more and became more and more appealing. And that wasn't even belying her bold words, more than a few of his soldiers glared at her and stared in shock as she spoke boldly and freely to his face. But they were even more surprised when the Emperor simply gave a hearty laugh at her words. Well said lady Nordanvind! Well said indeed, he said with a boyish grin on his face, a strange sight for the Emperor of an enormous hegemony that had swallowed up nation after nation. I have a private tent, let's talk there, he said and then without further warning he left towards his tent with his two bodyguards in tow. Any attempt for her to lag behind or try to stall things would merely result in the soldiers approaching her and not-so-subtly 'encouraging' her to go with the Emperor. They arrived at a tent that was close by the command tent and was about as large. It had been designed to emulate a structure as much as a tent could do that, with a lot of pins holding it down and making it quite stable even during particularly hard, frigid winds. The inside was decorated with furs for comfortable sitting and featured a sort of living room area in the middle which had a hearth that could be assembled and disassembled as needed. Chairs stood sideways from the hearth so that one person had the hearth on their right and the other had it on their left. It was already burning by the time the Emperor entered and held open the flap to let her in. From here on it'll just be the two of us, I'd like you to leave your companions behind, I'll do the same with my personal guards, he said, before giving said guards a nod. In response they formed up outside the entrance and barred the nobles if they were still with her entry. Once this was done the Emperor went inside after the queen had joined him and he led her to the living area. He was quick to put an extra log on the fire and took off his cloak, laying it on a nearby table. We've been here quite a while now but I can't get used to this frigid weather. Your people are quite remarkable for thriving here the way they have, the Emperor said casually as he set down two goblets and poured both of them half a cup worth of wine. If you'd like some fruit or confectionaries, they're on the adjacent table, he said, gesturing to the small tables next to each chair, which each featured a bowl filled to the brim with a variety of fruit and sweet treats from a variety of cultures and nations. After setting the carafe of wine aside he sat down in his chair and crossed one leg over the other and rested his arms on the arms of his chair. So, shall we discuss the future of both you and your nation? he said casually, as if they were merely discussing the weather.
Thread: An Empire in 100 Nights (Rosewood x LeatrixSage)

I could not help but notice, Solveig growled at the man from where she stood, quietly looking down at him through narrowed eyes that shone a bright silver when the fire light caught them just right, that you have not answered my question. I said, tell me what you want. The woman had stilled as he had begun to explain hos expectations of his Empire on her and her nation. From Queen to Steward with the stroke of a quill, at least in spirit if not in name. For the rest, he offered her things she neither wanted nor needed luxuries neither she, nor her people had any knowledge of, protection of the imperial army of which they had no need, and aid for hard times. She would remain Queen and rule her people as his leashed dog and squeeze from them the fruits of their labor to keep the plague from returning to burn them all again. In some ways, the offer was too good to be believed. In others, it was sour as mead turned to vinegar. She supposed her people would be paying in silver, furs, gems, and wool, of that they had far more than they could ever need. But, in return for what? Her eyes moved to the wine and the candied treats and her lip curled in distaste. These things didnt matter as much as perhaps they should have, they were the expectations of his Empire. I dont want to hear what your Empire wants of me, Solveig pressed as she took a step toward him. He sat calm and relaxed, watching her with that cool patience that was so utterly unnerving. Those pale blue eyes followed her movements the way the clouded leopards watched their prey move slowly closer to their waiting claws. The realization made her skin crawl. I want to know what you want with me. What manner of man are you? she thought again as she watched him for some sign of his thoughts. She did not believe he had summoned her out here like this just to talk. The terms could have been negotiated by missive long before they met one another. In some ways, it was wiser to conduct such a difficult and trying thing as surrender and terms from a distance. She had first assumed that he meant to humiliate her, and while they had certainly had a good laugh at her expense, things could have been much worse. Now he sat offering her terms that were utterly preposterous. It amounted to little more than, pays us to go away and we will, oh, and if she needed some brigands handled they would do that, too. And, I want to know what you want with my nation, she hissed as outrage raised up to bolster her new-found focus. What doubts had plagued her were slowly bleeding away. She could die by his hand, or by one of those nobles that waited for her, or by a stray arrow while hunting, what did it matter? Death was death, if it came, then it came, there was no escaping it. Solveig resigned herself to that knowledge, and her strength seemed to return to her at the same time. The God King came here personally with his Legion of men from a host of nations for our spit of a valley within the Caucus Mountains. I want you to tell me, why?
Thread: An Empire in 100 Nights (Rosewood x LeatrixSage)

He listened to her with a growing sense of irritation and confusion. The deal he was offering wasn't bad, given the alternatives. Naturally no one would appreciate being ruled and being forced to pay taxes to someone they didn't know existed until a year ago. But she should be glad he wasn't simply eradicating her people entirely so they could take their possessions and their land. It certainly wouldn't be the first time. Her boldness in speaking to him was commendable and it only made her more appealing in his eyes. Many men preferred obedient, submissive women who blindly did as their men commanded but he wasn't one of them. To him, the most appealing women were those who dared to speak back against you, argue with you and disagree with you. They had spirit and passion and they enriched your life with their opinions and their contributions and their ability to be genuine allies as worthy as any man. And when they did obey you, it was worth so much more.... You seem to be under a bit of a misunderstanding, milady, he said, his voice eerily calm as he locked eyes with her. I have already told you what I want with your nation. You'll no doubt disagree and say I have merely said what the Empire wants with your nation. But I am the Empire , he said, finishing with words spoken sharper than any blade. The will of the Empire is my will. The strength of the Empire is my strength! So when I say what the Empire wants, you don't need to consider any opinion other than mine ! he said, his voice rising in volume but remaining calm as he got to his feet and approached her, once again just a step away. His eyes locked hard with hers and he felt almost like he was trying to pierce her with his gaze, letting her feel the strength of his will. As for what I want with you, he said with his voice still sharp. And here his eyes lowered to go over her body briefly. I must confess I want a number of things. I want you to lead this country as well as you have until now as an imperial steward, so that both the Empire and your nation can mutually benefit. And I want... he said, his eyes roving over her body once more without restraint or shame. She was a fine woman, it was beyond any doubt. I want you, he said bluntly. I am willing to give your nation a better deal, he said, his mind working at a frantic pace. We can turn your nation into such a loose vassal that they are barely a part of the Empire at all. No imperial strongholds, no military presence, we wouldn't even formally turn your nation into a vassal or you into an imperial steward. You'd simply be a distant ally with whom we don't associate much if at all. All I demand in return is a 100 nights where you share my bed with me. I wouldn't force myself upon you but a night wouldn't count unless we consummate the agreement, he explained. Some might think he was giving up the nation just for a 100 nights of sex. But they were wrong. He would simply lose the nation for a short while, not too long at all. He'd simply not have it for whatever time it took him to break her will and ensure her devotion to him.
Thread: An Empire in 100 Nights (Rosewood x LeatrixSage)

He chuckled a little at her retort, raising his hands in mock surrender. I still think it's a weird drink, he said absently as she approached him. He tilted his head down a bit to look her in the eye but otherwise held still as she seemed to share her honest opinion of him. He could clearly tell this had been an ordeal for her, which was understandable. He had just conquered her nation and demanded sexual servitude from her, it would have been strange if she hadn't been at least a little shook up. But she seemed to be handling all this remarkably well, everything considered, and he was impressed by how reasonable and mature her proposal was. He was accustomed to rulers who begged and pleaded and yelled in his face and things like that. I think that's an eminently fair plan and I will be there tomorrow, to join you in this meeting. Naturally I will have to bring my personal guard along to make sure that I'm not killed, he said with a slight chuckle clear in his voice. I'm bringing this up so you don't think I'm trying to intimidate anyone and so you know what to expect tomorrow. I can imagine my appearance itself will already cause an uproar but me appearing with four elite guards, well... That might be a bit much to handle without warning. But other then that, I like your plan. And I want to thank you for being so reasonable about all this. I understand I am asking a lot but I am glad that you aren't being unreasonable about this. I must say it's a pleasant change of pace. Most conquered nations react rather violently even when you offer them reasonable terms, so it's very refreshing when a lady like you puts forth such a fair plan of her own accord. So thank you, he said, granting her a sincerely warm smile. That brings me to the two other topics I wanted to bring up. The first is where do we go from here? I think I've brought up everything I wanted to and we've reached a good agreement. Is there anything else you want to discuss and if not, do you want to just go home or...? he said, giving her a smirk that was as playfully teasing as it was suggestive. Clearly he was just joking but with an undertone of 'I sure wouldn't mind if you stayed'. It was as much a spontaneous joke as it was a little experiment to see how she'd respond to this. And the other question is about your fellow... rulers . And I use that term as lightly as I can. They will obviously have issues with what we've agreed upon and they may not see reason the way you have. How do we want to handle that? Do you want my help in any way? he asked, his expression going serious again. There were still concerns, both among him and his top officers, that the Barons would simply dethrone the queen and go for a do-or-die resistance, rallying the population to fight to the last man. Given the patriotism the population had displayed so far, it wasn't too hard to imagine they'd rally to their leaders. Especially if they were willing to have the queen killed and held up as a martyr by blaming her death on the Empire.
Thread: Fx Any Dark Incest - Specific Craving!

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Thread: His Sister, His Roommate [KJ x Addie]

Jason Williams was a rather successful businessman whose career had taken off rather quickly after college, landing a job in investment management and earning himself a nice salary. Now at 27 he owned a small house in the suburbs of Los Angeles with a small pool and a hot tub that he enjoyed quite often. Being in such a prominent role with his company he made sure to stay in shape, running and lifting each day as he had in college as a basketball player, giving him a lean, muscular build. He kept his dark brown hair a little long and neat with his sharp jaw covered by a neatly trimmed beard. His deep blue eyes seemed to pop in contrast to his dark brown hair, a smile almost always highlighting his high cheekbones. It was a Friday evening, the first weekend since his younger sister had moved in since she was going to start classes next week at the university in town. The two had always been close as children but now things seemed different, she was a young college beauty and he was a handsome young professional. They hadnt seen each other in a few years and both had certainly come into their own. He had just come downstairs to grab a beer and enjoy the evening when he started looking for her. Sis, you home tonight? He called out as he popped the cap off and took a long sip, ready to enjoy the weekend.
Thread: His Sister, His Roommate [KJ x Addie]

She came out of the back wearing white pajama pants and a white mid-drift tank-top. It was a white sports bra that did all the hiding there. Yeah, she said as she plopped down on the couch and crossed her right leg under her left. A towel was still wrapped around her head, cradling her still wet, long blonde hair. White ankle socks covered her feet. Fresh out of the shower she smelled like lotion and scented shampoo. Kaitlyn Williams was an athletic beauty. Both of them had inherited their father's striking blue eyes but she had gotten their mother's fair complexion and light hair color while Jason had taken more after their father in that respect. Kaitlyn was active with the school's women's lacrosse team, doing surprisingly well as a first year. She trained hard and it showed. Her flat stomach flexed as she pulled herself up to look over her shoulder at him. Something up? Wanna watch a movie? Another thing she had gotten from mom bounced under that tank-top as her body straightened to inquire what he had really wanted.
Thread: His Sister, His Roommate [KJ x Addie]

Kaitlyn looked almost angelic as she rounded the corner wearing all white as she approached him, her long blonde hair and stunning blue eyes standing out. Not to mention her supple breasts which bounced under her tank top. It would be impossible for any man not to look, even her own brother. Oh a movie? That could be fun. I dont have anything going on, I was thinking a movie or the hot tub. Either way Im definitely thinking drinks, Id love to whip something up for our first weekend together. He said with a smile as he tried not to stare too much at her curves. What do you think?
Thread: His Sister, His Roommate [KJ x Addie]

Kaitlyn mulled options over in her head. She liked relaxing in the hot tub and it had been months since she had been afforded that luxury and time. She also didn't like the way her skin felt after she got out of the tub and she had just finished taking a shower. She would need to take another if she took big bro up on the offer. She wasn't a drinker either. While some of her high-school classmates had indulged illegally she always walked the straight and narrow. At nineteen she only drank a few sips of red wine at three or four thanksgiving dinners. Umm. I'll try one I guess, she said hesitantly. I guess I could go put on my bathing suit. She stood and removed the terry cloth towel from her head. Then she leaned forward, shook her tresses out and ran her nails through her still damp hair. Wide hips flexed and white panties played peekaboo between her tank top and the tied band of her sleepwear. She straightened. Okay. Yeah. Let me get my suit on. She tread back, vanishing down the dark hall that lead to her room.