Thread: Princess Park

Princess Atlantea Ruler of Atlantis, the underwater kingdom Adventure, mystery all beneath the waves! Photo Sessions 945 - 1010 and 1250 - 110 daily, 350 - 410 Sat and Sun Seeing the signs near the bridge he turned to her, Francine? The schedule of her appearances had the times scratched out, as if some desire to not be so regimented had caused someone, or some thing, to deface the sign that hung lopsided on the fence. Pursed lips made the heart shape look alluring as she pouted for a moment, dumbest name ever, Paris isn't all that great but at least it has the mystery and allure of the city. Francine just sounds, she shrugged, making her breasts jiggle slightly. A slight wince in her face that settled into a smile, doing it again Paris had a sigh come from her mouth as she stood wrapped up in her own thoughts. David looked at her as the Matron looked down on his with slight distaste, his eyes still on her breasts. The jiggling of them was almost hypnotic, drawing his attention, which made his pants beging to tighten again while his erection grew. Paris looked at him with a raised eyebrow, it was inviting and the focus on him was like a magnet pulling him in towards her. The Matron slowly floated down in front of him, a cross look on her face, for a moment changing into her colorless - ghost form - and screaming at him. David stepped back, the connection between Paris and he broken as the Matron took his arm and led him away. His head turned back as Paris stood, her face had a slight come hither look, and she blew him a kiss with two fingers, and a wink. The fingers returning to her mouth, where she ran her tongue suggestively around a fingertip and then traced a line slowly down her chin and neck to between her breasts, letting the finger run slowly over both as her face took on an expression of delight. Oh, the Matron started with an exasperated voice. The pause in the air filled by implication of any number of supernatural deities that could be summoned as he was pulled forward quickly to the bridge where Paris turned with a shrug and the space between them was suddenly filled with growing vines. Lost to sight David turned to the Matron who looked at him from the corner of her eye, she was mad, the air around her seemed to seethe and waver. As if she was giving off heat from her anger. Opening his mouth to speak felt something come inside, the air was thick, moist. As he started David realized it was not anger that was in the air, water was rising thick like a steam bath around them. The air and space around the bridge shimmered as they stepped through what looked like a scintillating curtain. In that instant his senses jumped the shark. The feeling of loss and want came over him, similar to what he had felt in the mist before after leaving London. There were no words to describe it other than what he noticed, where colors had sound and taste. Sounds had shape and smell. All of his senses seemed to constantly be shifting, as if wires in his brain where constantly being moved around and reconnected in any which way. Within it all he was himself and there seemed to be movement, he could hear it and taste it on his tongue, and within that something reached in and he was back to childhood. Memories of being in school, realizing he had no mother, watching the other kids being protected or watched by their mothers and he had only himself, or his Dad if Dad had not been drinking. At first he had made up stories of a mother away on business all the time, the desire to have one had burned so hot inside him. Always a need for one, whenever he scraped a knee, fell off the swings, or got into a fight with another kid he wanted that kind touch. It was that which brought him here, the story of his mother in the Park, only finding out when his Dad had almost drunk himself to death and all David knew was mother is in the Park. Everyone knew the Park, no one talked about it, and slowly his desire to come here had grown until David felt ready. All of this passed through him, and as it did the need for it all left him. As they stepped out he had the memory, no longer the burning need or desire anymore. The thought drove him, but as the Matron stepped out with him, a look of surprise on her face, David had the thought he wanted to get in the Park and find Rainbow to see what happened. The drive, that was gone. He was doing it mechanically now, something on course to the end, but no really need to get there. Just a hollow wanting. His senses came back to normal, the surreal experience, it made him feel like he was drunk or stoned, again with no words to describe what happened he just walked and let his body return to what might be normal. For here. A sharp rending cry broke his thoughts as he looked around, seeing they were in yet another area of the park. The cry sounded one more time, plaintive or angry. The Matron stiffened at the cry but held his arm tight, as if resisting it. Uhm, isn't that Rainbow? He felt as if he had to say something, the dullness of whatever had happened slowly passed over him. Yes, the Matron seemed annoyed. They came to a bend and this area of the park was meant to be an undersea kingdom, he suspected, the prevalence of ocean and nautical decorations abounded here. The houses and stores were all one floor, most looked to be made of poured sand, with the occasional outline of a starfish or crab placed on the outside walls for effect. There was a broken bow of a ship in the middle of a square, another looked to have a closed treasure chest in a ring of sand, or broken rock. It was all so generic, but the effect of it was good. David looked at what must have been plastic, or glass, seaweed along a path, the fronds pointing up in waves, though the edges of them looked sharp. They ran along the path, a long, low wall that came up to his knees, the light within them moving and shimmering as if they were under the sea. The air was thick with moisture, a difference after the dryness that he knew now, existed in the other kingdoms. Do you need to go to her? David asked the Matron troubled. Not sure what would happen to her if she did not answer the Princess' call. Shrugging as they walked, a hand pet his arm to thank him for his concern. No cum, the Matron said as if that was the answer to it all. No tea, so no need to go. Well, if you need some, he gestured down with his chin. Offering his own to her without really knowing the words. Smiling the Matron pulled him closer, thanks, but I think its best for you if I don't. You have two more and you'll need it for them. Besides when you get there, a slim hand gestured towards the castle, you'll want her hungry so you can get her something to shut her up. Shut her up? He repeated in a questioning tone, then a slight laugh. You know this all feels like a game, the Matron looked up at him sharply, brows knitted in a question. Her lips pursed as she silently urged him to continue. Like when you have to face the Boss monsters, find their weakness and move on to the next one. At the end is the big boss. His voice got focused and rougher as he tried to take on the tone of a game commercial, it did feel like the games he played but it was real. Or as real as Princess Park was. Have sex with the Princess in a special way and turn her to my side, then with them I fight the big boss. A slight laugh from the Matron, it was not amused at all, the iron edge to it was unmistakable. If you are fighting them, you have already lost. A moment of thought as she stopped, sort of right though I guess. It's all kind of a game, what happened. Not a very nice one though, she looked sad and despondent for a moment. Eyes downcast as she stopped and let him walk ahead, a hand on his shoulder urging him on. Ok, go fight the boss, she stretched herself forward, breasts spilling out of the ripped dress, and laid a light kiss on his lips. Any advice? David asked jokingly, if she was here to help him, he may as well make use of her. Get her face wet, the Matron said after a moment and as he watched she turned. Not seeing it for awhile it jolted him back out of his familiarity with her. Each step was like a broken movie, she lurched ahead, once in vision then not. The body jerked one way then another, as she walked away, around the sand textured ground to disappear around a low sand castle shaped like an ice cream cone.