Thread: The broken vase (Maxy x runawayninja)

The vase had been weathered and worn by age, but it was certainly a valuable piece. Aged and ancient looking, the vase had a design with a Chimera on the surface of it with a lion, ram, and dragon head, each looking quite fierce. But the inside, which no one usually saw, also had bas relief sculpting on it. The inside depicted scenes of utter debauchery, men raping women, women with cocks taking other young maidens, beast people and demons forcing themselves onto women or seducing men, men and women with vast harems engaging in group sex. But the vase shattered into a hundred pieces now. Each of which slowly collected, joining the pieces they matched...and slowly coming together into the whole and hoping right back onto it's stand. With no one watching, no one could see the unusual spectacle. When Samantha closed her eyes, sleep came quite quickly. And when it did, the sweet scent of heady incense invaded her senses. As her senses came to her, she heard a roaring crowd and became aware that she was quite high up. She was resting in a stone seat and next to her...he was a vision, that was the only way to describe him. Bared before her in his sheer, simple nudity, he had a placid, but knowing smirk on his face. Snowy pale skin that lent him a haunting, ghostly beauty, fresh ever-young features, a tight, toned, lightly muscled body like a champion athlete. Long silvery hair framed his form like a cloak, appearing as strands of moonlight, and eyes like gleaming emeralds in the light of the red sun above them. Oh yes, the sun was a dark red like a blood orange. And his cock. It looked like he could put the god of horses to shame, he was huge, hung like a monstrous beast, a shaft that was surely made to break young maidens and end their innocence. He turned to her and smirked softly at her. If you focus on me, my love, you'll miss the games... He motioned forward. They were in the honored seats of a grand and massive Colosseum-like structure where creatures of every assortment gathered from myth and legend, from demons of all kinds, to beast people and even some rather human-looking members. Some were proud and strong, others submissive and servile, lounging over their obvious owners and displaying their adorned and decorated bodies with pride, women with large jewels hanging from their pierced nipples or with a myriad of tattoos that painted a tapestry over their forms that seemed to come to life when they move. Yet others were miserable creatures, obviously not enjoying their servitude, but clearly unable to do anything about their state, some being openly used for sex and depravity right before Samantha's eyes. Creatures were moaning and screaming, some voices calling out No! and Not again, master! or Please, not in my ass! but some were crying out for just he opposite, saying Please rape me again! and Let me satisfy you, my lord! But the real show was down in the arena. In the arena, a young girl was being slapped around and kicked and thrown to the sandy pit by a large and muscular woman. The weaker, smaller girl had a mane of brown hair like caramel and eyes that were gray like a morning mist. The larger woman had a shock of fiery hair, long and fierce that wavered in the light breeze that seemed to be directed by the roar of the crowd in attendance, and eyes that were wild and golden. Even from this distance, she could clearly see what was going on. And the large woman had a monstrous cock in addition to her dripping wet snatch. She licked her lips, obviously enjoying abusing the young maiden. She was a holy woman. The young man next to her said in his musical, melodious voice, like a choir calling her to a black mass to sin her heart out. But she is getting what she deserves, believe me. My champion down there is going to fuck her brains out, until she loses her mind. Are you enjoying yourself, Samantha?