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Thread: Always Check Under The Bed [Sinnamonroll] [Masochistic Megalomaniac]

The smoke reaches to the roof, engulfing the frighten Lily. More it sets the more pleasurable the fog becomes almost as if a thousand hands had come over her gently stroking along her body. From her hair to her toes the smoke swayed and rubbed all along her. The smoke makes it way down to bed level, as if she was riding on a cloud. The smoke she breathed had began working inside her. Pressure against her bladder before a tickle, before a cramping pain against her ovaries causing that fuzzy hyper sensitivity between her hips, as if something strong and magical was holding her down. As her ovaries are attacked, they begin to heat up and almost pulse, sending little sensitive tickles through her nerves that come out of the cervix and against the inside of her clitorus. Slowly, it begins to set fire. If she were to open her eyes, she would see the scariest was yet to come. The harsh reality of not just a folk lore, but something much more. It was giant, at ten feet tall that anchored and shadowed over Lily. Its brackish purple smogy color identified itself with the smoke. It had four bright white eyes that seemed to have no lids, lashes, or iris. Upon gazing in them could cause a numbing, almost hypnosis, drowsy feeling just after little colorful speckles as if gazing hard and long into mid day sun. It had a snout, much like of that of a wolf, but it's gawl was open to expose rows of sharp teeth. It had a tongue that hissed her name, forked at the tip and vibrated the air like a plucked piano string. Lily... Its torso was like a man's, but wrapped in thick long seven inch wide appendages like vines swallowing a house in the forest. Matching its eyes was four strong arms that rested two on each side. Its stomach was strong, as if it's abdominal tone was made out of five inch thick muscles that formed into a v. Just at the tip of its abdominal arrow head was something even more scary. Its mating tool was huge, it curved and moved like the strange vines, but incredibly thick. It was like no man's cock, but like a horse with knots down the side like a studded belt. At the base was its plasmatic sack much like a knot in canines that was both her first put together. In an instant, those slimely like vines launch out from the monsters chest as its four arms draw back as its vertebrae arches. Strange screeching noise hits and bust out the bed room Windows as those vines lock onto Lily's hands and feet, squeezing against her ankles and wrist. Its snout flared, foamy like drool began to flow from the beast mouth. Tying and untying the vines constrict and release like a middle school Indian burn. Its tongue comes to vibrate the air almost as if to taste Lily's forced desire. And her fear.
Thread: Always Check Under The Bed [Sinnamonroll] [Masochistic Megalomaniac]

This, may not be a dream. This was clearly some sort of gas, she must have misinterpreted which pipes were having the problem. Lily tried to get up but, she couldn't. She couldn't really move. It wasn't, as though she was suffocating, she would almost say that it felt good. But that was, a really bad sign wasn't it? Smoke shouldn't feel good. But it hurt. But it also felt good? She groaned, trying to force herself to roll over, to scoot off the end, anything just to get herself off the bed and out of the bedroom. She was failing, and her body was just getting, hot. Too hot. Lily paused for breath, fighting to open her eyes as though she knew she shouldn't. And she really shouldn't have. She was hallucinating. Definitely. This gas was making her hallucinate and all she could do was let out a strangled scream that lacked the breath to actually make any noise. What was that thing. Why was she seeing it? It was huge, and she couldn't figure out a way to flee from it. Not that it was real, it couldn't be, so it wasn't. But she wanted to run and she couldn't move, frozen from fear and the fog combined. Lily clamped her eyes shut. She didn't have to see this if she didn't want to. All she had to do was wait for someone to see the smoke in her window and call the fire department. It wasn't that late, people were still running around. Someone would have to see what was happening. She just had to wait it out. But she could hear it, calling her name. Why could it speak? Why would her mind make something like this? She couldn't help herself. Somewhere in the middle of all that fear was a powerful curiosity. It was gone, surely. Just a, temporary-no, no it wasn't. It was there, it was right over her and it was huge. She didn't understand why there were so many, what were those? Limbs of some kind, twisting over her. Her every nightmare displayed in terrifying high definition. What if this thing was real. Some sort of, escaped experiment. Someone's secret military project that had somehow gotten into her house...without her knowing That didn't make sense. It was crazy. But the more she stared the more it seemed like it was actually real. She hissed under her breath as her body gave another pulse of painful pleasure. Lily couldn't just lay there. She had to move, had to run. If it wasn't real then it would be a lot easier. She hoped, she Screamed. The creature did too, a noise that put a swift stop to her own. She tried to struggle, moving when she felt the, things, around her wrists loosen, kicking when her ankles felt less pressure. But she couldn't get loose. She shook. Hallucinations couldn't hold you like this. This thing was real. There was a creature in her room and she was probably going to get eaten. And there was nothing anyone could do, even if someone did see the smoke. Please don't eat me. Lily begged softly under her breath, as though it could possibly understand her.
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Cyrus sat upon his throne with a few papers in hand. It was a summary of the Lust Empire's status, military might, financial position, etc. As he continued to read he was impressed that the previous King was able to hold such a large empire together with little error. His expectations were very low coming in. He assumed that the Lust Empire would be in of complete reform but as it stood the only immediate problem he could see was their borders. The Empire of Lust was rapidly expanding due to its Golden Age and population control would be the end of it if he didn't find a solution fast. The easiest answer would be to conquer territory and expand borders. However if he did that the first month on the job it would be rather distasteful. His problems were only just beginning but he never regretted taking the throne.
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On a large black silk cushion close to the throne the living treasure known as Argent lounged on her stomach, head resting on folded arms, bare feet swinging idly above her as she considered the virtues of taking a nap. She'd given up being the picture of repose and dignity as befit her station within about five minutes of sitting here and the minutes that had ticked by ever since had seen her progress deeper and deeper into boredom. Without anything more than her king reviewing papers she didn't even have anything more to consider than the various thoughtful and displeased expressions to cross his face. Deciding she wasn't tired enough to be able to nap she sat up on her cushion and looked to her king. Your highness, I'm bored. Can I go to the garden? I promise not to ditch my guards or anything. Unlike many of the residents of hell she could nearly always be trusted to keep her word. It was a side effect of the whole pure-soul thing.
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Cyrus had been deep in thought when when he heard the sweetly toned voice call out to him. Looking up from his papers he was quiet for a moment before getting up with a stretch. His silver eyes came down upon her with a hint of gentleness under their powerful gaze. Despite his title as King of demons his demonic personality traits seemed to disappear at times. And once you took that for granted you would quickly be reminded that he wasn't one to be tested or taken lightly. His voice carried confidence behind words. I was just about to take a break from duty. If you'd like I can take you into the garden myself. Things were awkward to say the least he had been raised in the human world so demon traditions and customs were a bit foreign to him even as he tried to learn them. Upon taking the throne he acquired quite a few things money, concubines, and even a physical soul. The latter was above all the most valuable. They were walking breathing conduits of raw power. One he still had not figured out how to tap into yet. Nonetheless he was grateful and wanted to know just what she was and what she could do. Taking the more humane approach he would try and get to know the girl and see if things worked out that way. He would have rather treated her as a sentient being than a weapon. He hoped that would be good enough.
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Ardent had been prepared for a lot of different reactions. She couldn't precsicely remember much about her past lifetimes. Certainly she couldn't recall specific experiences or events. But eventually knowledge and understanding and patterns had a tendency to build up and she had a rough idea of what was normally expected of her by the past king. There wasn't a whole lot of frolicing in the garden and there was a good deal of her sitting still and trying to figure out something she hadn't counted a million times in a vain attempt to amuse herself. She had been prepared to be told no. She had been mildly braced for the no to come less in verbal form and more in a slap and a reminder of her place. The fact that it was a yes and that not only was she permitted but her king was deigning to take her there himself? She smiled brightly at him, as always a beacon of light in the hells around them. I'd like that very much! She told him, gracefully climbing to her feet and adjusting the silver and white semi sheer robe she wore so it sat right on her light frame. I don't know how anyone doesn't go mad with all of that... She mimed holding a paper up to her face, squinting at it to indicate concentration. For like. Hours. And hours. Or. You know. A half hour? Hour? Time is weird. I should know. I've been eighteen for like.... a really long time. She gave a shrug and rocked a little on her heels as she waited for him to either take the lead, offer her his arm, or call for a leash. He didn't seem to ever know what to do with her and she was quite okay with letting him work it out for himself. It had worked in her favor so far.
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Cyrus didn't need a leash or any sort of restraint. There was no need to restrain her she had obviously been trained in obedience on some level. She knew what to do and when not to speak. It took one less thing off his plate since he didn't have to train her. However anyone would know just who she belonged to by the collar that was around her neck. It was made of silver one of the metals that represented the Silverra family as well as his family crest hanging from it. For style the collar was of course decorated in jewels to display his wealth. In some ways the hells had a sort of medieval traditions about them. He didn't offer his arm. Not so much out of disrespect but it was one of the hells. There were no white knights here. Some demons had honor and he was one of them but their relationship was not yet one where he would have done so without any real thought or reason to. It they had been visiting another hell perhaps but it would have been more of a display of dominance. On the other side of that if she happened to grab his shirt or arm to hold on to as they walked he wouldn't pull away. Time starts to blur together when doing those sort of things. It's easy to lose track of time. He stopped briefly to look down at Argent. Besides I would like to know if my people are starving. The throne means nothing if you don't have the support of the people. He gave her a warm smile one that didn't come about too often. It didn't take them long after to reach the garden.
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Argent had been trained well. She couldn't necessarily remember her training. She definantly couldn't have, even with a knife to her throat, recalled any specific moments from it. It had been many, many, lives ago for her. But it seemed to have settled into her bones. When to stand or sit or smile politely. When to speak and be silent. She had a certain amount of freedom as someone of her position and worth and even the last king, what she remembered of him, had been amused by the youth and playfullness that seemed to renew itself with each new life she lived. But she had been trained. She knew her place. One day she might flirt with her King if that was a thing allowed of her but she wouldn't initiate contact. She'd wait for it to be given to her first. She did follow closely behind him though as they made their way down to the garden. Her place, she knew, even if she did often find excuses to go running off whenever allowed and occasionally when not explicitly allowed but not told it wasn't permitted, was by his side. Even if he hadn't quite figured out how to tap all the power she could offer him yet. She would wait patiently. Until someone won her from him. It, afterall, wasn't a weapon's place to teach someone how to use it or prefer one wielder over another. Maybe one day she'd grow fond of her King but it was never even a thought in her mind to try to influence one way or another who owned her. Upon reaching the garden she took a few experimental steps away from her king. If not called back she'd eventually drift from that place of hers completely, if only for a few moments, lithe legs carrying her racing and playing about the flowers to find fresh blooms and what joy she could find here.
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Cyrus did in fact notice the girl drifting away slowly but he had no need to keep her at his side. there was no need to there was no one in the garden save for them, the fauna, and flora. The king instead wanted to check on the state of the latter two. While there were races that were considered sentient and given social status there were still creatures that were considered lesser beings as a whole by the demon race. Ones which in other circumstances would have been kicked around and mistreated. However under the last kings lengthy rule a lot of those lesser beings were given haven in the hell of lust. Some which called the rather large royal garden their home. The nymphs and sirens were the care takers over these creatures. Among these creatures were will-o-wisps, kobolds, and there was even a Cerebus that could be found lounging in the garden from time to time. The plants were rather interesting throughout the hell of lust as well trees with red bark and purple leaves. Or flowers the bloomed a neon color. There were even plants that fit right in the hell of lust. Plants that took on shapes of genitalia or ones with sizable busts. If you got to close to one you would find out quickly that they had a very curious... Appetite. None of them were too harmful but you would come out nearly drained of all fluids over time and nearly starving. More or less Cyrus was quite found of the hell of lust and all of it's inhabitants.
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Jay stands in the training facility, his black wings sticking out from his uniform, he lunges straight through one of the targets before slashing up another one, attempting to let out his anger with physical force. He had lived in heaven for around three years, which isn't all that long since time sort've flies up there before he had been accused of helping a damned soul into heaven, which he had done, considering the fact that he felt bad for the man, he had died early due to a mugging, and he refused to believe any of this way happening, and thus he refused to believe in God. And now he was here. In Hell, serving the Army of Lust in order to someday make it back to paradise, where everyone can be, not just the few who actually believed in the Big Man. He slashes through another target before flying forward and destroying another. He does this for another hour before leaving, blatantly exhausted.
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Li Xiu sat on a branch of a giant red tree, with purple leaves. A soft warm breeze blew across her face as her dark brown eyes watched the two below. It was him - of course it was him. Cyrus, the King of the Empire of lust walked below her, wandering through the garden with his thrall. While she yearned to dive off of the branch, slam down into the dirt, and plunge her Katana through his chest before lopping off his head...she restrained myself. She had trained for centuries for this. Surely, she could wait a few moments longer. The Angel of Chastity was one of the most decorated angels of heaven's most prominent sect. She was a heroine in many regards. Both due to her time in service and her flair for excellence, she had found quite the following. While there were rumors several centuries ago to call for her coronation as the sect's head, she vehemently opposed. Her place was as a warrior, not a ruler or queen. Tensions were rising in Heaven, as the demons of Hell gathered in more strength. There were prophesies about Cyrus - and everyone knew what his reign would mean. It was up to Li Xiu to strike him down before he had a chance to do so.
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With no move to stop her from going about her way Argent took off to her own amusements and play, not looking back toward the King. She would know if he called for her. He owned her. More than just a physical ownership of the collar around her neck there were magical laws that governed how that kind of ownership worked here in the hells. She could be on the other side of the palace and know he called for her even if he only whispered the summons. She'd feel it in her bones and even if she tried to fight it her feet would take her back to him. She wouldn't have the bad manners of fighting it though. She had been trained better than that. She knew better than that. So she ran lightly between plants and trees, past creatures, each step sure and practiced and carrying her safely between the hidden traps and catches of the place. She'd known these gardens since each plant there was but a seedling. Maybe since the plants they had replaced before were seedlings. She didn't know. In her flight though something caught her notice. Something was out of place. Something that resonated in her own soul different than the many hells around her. She glanced around, not seeing her king, and then seeing it. High in the tree. Something that called to her soul in a way nothing in hell could. She didn't move to go to it though, nor did she call out a warning. A weapon didn't warn it's wielder of danger or seek out a different warrior for use. She just stared for a moment then went back to chasing after the white puffy pollen spores a flower puffed out for her to play with. This was a matter above her.
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Ugh....stupid animal... she muttered to herself under her breath, so quietly that even the keenest of ears wouldn't have heard her. Li Xiu shared the sentiments of most of the tenants of heaven. The demons inhabiting Hell were little more than animals. They were not viewed as anything close to themselves, and not the smallest sympathy was afforded to a demon's suffering. The angel watched Argent move through the gardens, stupidly not running to tell her King the moment she saw Li Xiu. She didn't expect anything more from the pet, though. In fact, she fully expected that she could poison her just by telling Argent that it was candy.
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Cyrus found the garden a place of comfort and relaxation. Of course the king of all incubi and succubae would find a lust garden nothing more than and interesting flower bed. It was as if the plants and creatures knew what he was merely by his presence some stayed out of the way out respect until called upon. Other ran close enough to fill their curious minds but not enough to be a hinderance. The plants that would feed on any of the lower demons kept their roots and vines to themselves. It was an unspoken authority that was embedded in their genetic code. He was the one that provided their sanctuary he was not one to be tested. The king extended a band to a near by plant with giant leaves and the body of a woman. She extended her plant like body out toward the king. He leaves meshed together into a sort of reclining lawn chair shape. Her high pitched voice made a a sort of melodic call to her king as if alerting him that she was done. As he sat down he couldn't have looked any more relaxed than he was. Upon first glance it would even seem like his defenses were down. That was until his eyes moved to the Giant Red tree. His piercing gaze stared at the purple leaves. Could he possibly see the body hidden behind them from that distance? In reality he did need to see anything he could feel the presence that didn't belong in his domain. Like a bright smudge on a dark painting the presence stood out to him. However in his nonchalant manner he just yawned and closed his eyes as if he didn't see anything.
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Playful and nimble as a squirrel who might inhabit a human garden Argent went clamoring through flower beds and up the sides of smaller trees, eagerly chasing after her own game to catch the little puffy white pollen spores. Crushed and eaten they could have... interesting effects on one's mind and libido but she had no interest in that aspect of them. She was just interested in the game of chase and a reason to stretch her legs racing across the garden after a long dull period of waiting on her working King. It was chance, really, that the game of chase with her spores led her toward the tree where that bright smudge resided. She hesitated as she grew closer, a sort of humming within her, that place where the pure but captive soul that manifested her form resided. There was something here that she had forgotten. Something lost in the years and ages spent in these halls. The seed of grace that might have spawned her into something like the being above her had fate, or hell, not intervened recognized itself in the oak tree of a being above her. She let the pollen spores go, releasing them to float away, and asked though not daring to look up to the bright sun above her. What are you? You feel... like. Like something I cannot remember.
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The angel of Chastity sat on the branch, patiently waiting for her opportunity to come. She wasn't all that worried though. After training for as long as she has, she was confident that she would successfully complete her mission easily. That's why instead of feeling fear or nervousness as the stupid young beast came back towards her, she just felt annoyance. Li Xiu looked down on her, rolling her eyes as the stupid beast asked her who she was. Go away, stupid little animal. Go back to your spores and chases. I am not here for you, she responded coldly. Xiu didn't want to kill Argent, not for any moral reason. She just didn't want to dull her blade on this piece of living garbage.