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Thread: Decadence (As Day Fades x PixxieGrrl)

The word was enraptured. It shone, if one paid very close attention, on the Emperor's calm, ruminative face. His was a role that required him to oft think, to concern and consider, yet that pensiveness felt overridden - or perhaps it was still there, and operating twofold? - at the gradual revelation of the exquisite brown-haired beauty currently being given audience. She had been pretty from afar, standing with her father, then as she let her hair down, casting the possessions from her current life back to the gods before approaching to embrace her new. But as she approached, it was not her long, flowing hair that kept Caelius Marcellus' gaze, nor her bosom of her belly, nor even her bush. It was the beautiful lines of her face, and the strength that shone in her eyes, riding outward through her words. When she knelt, head down, he remained still. A long moment passed. Then two. The camera kept hold on the scene from afar, showing the circle of Senators, of Juliana and this girl's father nearby, of the guards periodically placed. It held look on the split of the girl's buttocks from behind, and the hint of something dark, perhaps shadows, perhaps her intimacy, beneath. And when that moment, frozen in time, passed, it was the Emperor's turn to move, leaning forward and brushing Cassia's long hair aside, from her neck and back to set it lightly over one shoulder. His fingers caressed very lightly over the back of her neck, exposed to him now, and just...stayed there. In a gentle, quiet pet, back and forth. Several would brush horizontal, languid and soft. One would move vertically, to where her neck turned into her back, then back up. Off to the side another of the Senators mumbled something, leaning to his neighbor. It was a true whisper this time, though not a hidden one Caelius took note of what was probably another disrespectful remark from these over-entitled men but changed nothing, unaffected, at least publicly, by their attitudes. The camera had shifted to them and their petty, quiet laughter, then back to his stoic face before returning to the quiet, intimate gesture of his hand. Finally, in a simple voice, How will you serve me if I do not know your name?
Thread: Decadence (As Day Fades x PixxieGrrl)

She remained bowed, head stooped low to the ground, rear held aloft high in the air, the firm, proud strut to her slender frame creating an interesting, and quite deliberate, contrast to Juliana's more submissive posture in the opening scene, but the microphone in the step below the Emperor's sandal picked up her voice, strong, clear, and British accented already, the diversity of accents in the show was causing a few mutters among the watchers, but after opening with an explicit, unsimulated depiction of anal-to-mouth incest, what was coming out of the actresses' mouths still wasn't exactly going to be the biggest point of conversation as she responded. My name is Cassia, she said, correctly omitting her family name as a slave of the Empire, she knew she had no other name. It was not only her gown she had left to burn in that brazier. Julianna watched with evident concern, her eyes drawn to her uncle's almost tender touch on the slave girl's neck. She shifted with unease, signalling her jealousy, and tried to fight back with a typically childish impulse looking around with fiery eyes, she spied out a couple of handsome men in attendance, favouring each in turn with a flirtatious smile. The camera followed her glances for a moment, but then dragged back to dwell on the more interesting exchange at the heart of the scene, as though the wilful Princess's neediness was of much lesser concern.
Thread: Decadence (As Day Fades x PixxieGrrl)

Cassia, the Emperor repeated, the volume of his tone not meant for others than themselves. His fingers continued their calm, even intimate pet of her neck, caressing her so tenderly only two or three minutes removed of when the room was calling for her and her father's heads. They grazed its back lightly, before finally pulling back, straightening himself and lifting his voice for all to hear, I accept this woman's pledge. Henceforth she is to be known as a Roman slave, and is to be treated accordingly. Then, lighter, to Cassia and any within a few feet of distance, Spend a moment with your father. You do a brave thing, and should be allowed your farewell. ...The palace is kind to its slaves, kinder than most you will be permitted brief leaves to visit him on occasion, should you ask, should your behavior and service be in good standing, and provided he also remains residing in our fair city. When you are ready, speak to the guards that saw you in. One will return your father to the palace entrance. The other will see you to your new place in life. Caelius noticed nothing of Juliana's discomfort. He continued on, raising his voice to the room again, She is dismissed. Bring what is next on the agenda.
Thread: Decadence (As Day Fades x PixxieGrrl)

Cassia kissed his foot once more, then rose and bowed in obedience. Still naked, the shadows of the flames flickering patterns of tiger stripes across her bare skin, she walked over to her father, placing her hand on his shoulder, her buttocks clenching as she rose to her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. His expression showed his relief at an arrangement that had given him far more than he might have hoped and his discomfort at knowing it had still cost him his daughter. What manner of service she had become chained to was unclear as she walked away from him, flanked by two guards in ornate armour, but the final, lingering glance she shared with the Emperor as she was swallowed by the dark recesses of the palace gave some hint. Another guard came to wheel off the father. The tension of a scene that had seemed to have a dagger dangling over it throughout suddenly broke. Marcus Septimus, Tribune of the Fourth Legion. The announcement rang out to the tune of sandals slapping, spearbutts scraping, and chains rattling. A column of visibly battle-fatigued legionnaires came forth, bearing behind them a massive chest, and in their wake, a shuffling column of chained women. At the head of the column stood General Marcus, removing his helmet and going to his knee, laying forth an immense, scarred sword at the Emperor's feet. He then rose. I bring news of victory in the provinces for the Empire, he began. Many months have we waged campaigns to subdue the barbarians of the east. They are heathen savages, but brave fighters and fought to the very last. I have brought tribute to the Emperor. The sword of the last chief to bend the knee to the glory of the Empire. The precious jewels and metals, furs and silks, spices and myrrhs, of his last chief. The chest was opened behind him, sparkling colours spilling out as though belching plunder into the very lap of Caelius. And his daughter, as slave property of the greatest city in the world, finished the general. The slaves were pushed forth, a group of women manacled to a common chain, they were all young and beautiful, though poorly dressed in rags the occasional dirt smudge or bruise here and there did little to dampen the exotic mystery their eastern origins promised. From among them one was led forth, to whispers of barbarian whore! from the Senators and hey, isn't that Ari Grande? from the TV audience. Even among these women, she stood out for her beauty. Petite and slender with the delicate, fragile quality of youth, her cheeks hinted at dimples that only her current downcast, piteous state could hide. Her eyes were dark, luminous pools of ink. Her lips were full, her figure divine. She was dressed in a drab gown, but her skin was so smooth and tan as to be the envy of any of the fine silks looted from her father's corpse.
Thread: Decadence (As Day Fades x PixxieGrrl)

The crack of his hand across her cheek rang out so sharply, the snap of her head so abrupt, the blushing red mark that flourished in a rose of violence on her delicate features so immediate, that it was immediately apparent that this was no stage slap, but as real as the sex and nudity that had come before, as real as the tears that welled in those ink-black eyes, kept from spilling past the impossibly long lashes only by a reserve of effort that brought out a slight sob of shock from her. The second slap came just as fast, just as hard. Another sob, accompanied by the surreal jingle of her chains. If as Caelius's hand grabbed her, holding her cheeks so hard her lips squeezed forth in a pouty pucker, there were any sceptics as to the visceral nature of the scene, their doubts were quickly expunged in what critics would later call a ground breaking moment, as he spat directly onto her face. Naiah could do nothing to shield herself as the saliva struck her nose as it dribbled down her tan skin, it was joined by a single tear, coursing the path of a solitary river on her stung-red cheek. The curt, cold sentence delivered was so brutal as to make the hanging he had placed upon the other two girls seem almost generous. Naiah turned her tearful eyes up towards Octavius in a pleading entreaty as she was shoved aside by Caelius, but she met only the stern gaze of a man undoubtedly loyal to every word of his Emperor's command. The horror was drawn across her face indeed, though she too had no lines in the scene, it was quite a performance the same critics who praised the act of her being slapped and spat on and given over to be raped were touched by her understated quality that quietly described the other side of Rome's decadent nature. Perhaps this was true but for Ariana, it really was also more than just a performance. One by one, the girls shuffled forward to have their chains struck off, and the dresses torn from their backs, while the two of them selected for death sobbed and pleaded. The brazier was burning brighter than ever with its fresh food of gowns, clasps, sandals, jewellery in its glow, the women's nakedness was commented on by the lapping light of the flames. Women from their twenties to their forties, bodies from curvy to slender, skin from pale cream to dark olive the palace was being augmented by every taste of flesh imaginable. The last was the most enticing of all, as Naiah had her gown pulled from her. Her frame lithe and toned, her tan rich and complete, she was framed in an uncompromising frontal shot breasts bared and the dark fuzz between her legs thin enough to treat to a brief gold flash of a piercing. She was handed her rags, giving them a contemplative stare before tentatively offering them to the flames offering herself to the flames.
Thread: The Pale Hand(Alpha and WickedLovely)

The night was lit up in bright flashing neon, it coursed through the city like some kind of multi colored blood stream. The strip was it's central nervous system, where it all started and ended. The club was just off the strip, an old church, or atleast that's what it looked like. Jason Grave had never been sure if there had ever been a church in that location or if the club had just been built to look that way. In truth he didn't really care, long as the money kept coming she could run her business out of the god damn Vatican. The heavy out side the door gave a nod to the Fixer as he approached, pulling back the velvet rope to allow him in. The club inside was a flurry of activity, loud pulsing music and the smell of hundreds of sweaty bodies filled the air, twisting and shifting in time with the music. Jason stood out among the crowd of leather and latex clad dancers, dressed in jeans and a tshirt, a weather beaten trench coat pulled over it all to conceal the sidearm nesteled in shoulder holster he wore. He headed towards the back of club, up a flight of narrow stairs and into a short hallway, not bothering to knock before pushing open to door at the end of the hallway. He knew she'd be waiting. She always was, that was part of the deal, he'd show up and she'd have something for him to do. Debt collection, assassination. Sometimes things could be messy but other times she had more basic needs for him to tend to. And those times where very, very enjoyable.
Thread: The Pale Hand(Alpha and WickedLovely)

Rose' She fought for her name, she hired assaaions to handle her problems. When people spoke of her it was with fear and awe. No one female vampire was as feared as she and she loved it. People came to beg for their lives and theuxky lived the unlucky ones she drained. She was ruthless and hungry. For more then one thing often of times. When someone stepped on her toes they dropped to their knees and begged she forgive them. She was titled Rose the Queen of the Black Rose clan. One of the most feared vampire clubs everyone wanted in, few survived another day to call themselves a Rose. She had a meeting with Jason, a man she trusted more then anyone else. He did anything, and boy did she mean anythin. To help her. Today it was a meeting of both pleasure and debt. A local drug dealer dealt to underage xhildren and she wanted him gone. She sat in her chair legs crossed the picture of beauty. Her flaming red hair in loose curls, hwr green eyes wide and alett she worw a very short teasing black dress and matching heels. She zmiles seeing Jason Hello dear
Thread: (For wiki234)

RE Neko Slave For wiki234 Knight gazed coldly up at the ceiling of the cold dark room. There was nothing in that room. Nothing but a mattress on the floor. That was the right way to live, Knight's father always said. Most vampires had EVERYTHING. Flat screen Tvs, fancy clothes, and whatever else they wanted. Not Knight. Knight would be raised to be powerful. Powerful vampires don't need fancy things. They don't even need pillows. Knight would be the perfect kin to Father. Knight was an only child. There was no choice. Damn it The silver haired vampire grunted sitting up in the bed. The open scars on the vampire's back were bleeding. Another beating for not having a slave. But, the old man didn't care if Knight actually wanted one. It was disgraceful that a vampire in their family didn't have one yet. Fucking bastard. Couldn't have beat the hell out of me earlier to give the scars sometime to heal the vampire grumbled before getting in the shower and attempting to wash them. They burnt like hell. But Knight was use to it. It was like a mere paper cut now. Knight finished the shower, wrapped the wounds, and put on the suit uniform jacket and pants along with a red tie. This was usually the males uniform at the school. The royal vampire gazed blankly at the emotionless vampire in the mirror before leaving for school. A moment before heading out the door Knight's father shouted from the other room. 'Try not to make a complete joke of our family name today, you little shit.' Knight's fists clenched before slamming the door and leaving. Fucking Asshole. He better pray I never get a neko...then I'll be strong enough to take even him down Knight thought heading to the only place better then home...school. Flash Forward After, Knight saves your character from hungry vampires Knight headed up the stairs of the building and unlocked a door that looked like it hadn't been opened for years. The emotionless vampire brought the neko up more stairs until they got to what use to be the old teachers secret lounge. It had been long forgotten about. The vampire coldly dropped the neko on the couch. Damn idiots Knight grumbled ignoring anything the neko was about to say. The cold vampire lent up against the door to hear if anyone had followed. They had not. The tall silver haired vampire gazed coldly over at the neko. Knight had a deep scar the on the left cheek that was often hidin by hair. Hey, What the hell were you doing back there?! The vampire growled at . You want to be the play thing of about five scumbag vampires? The vampire sighed and coldly leant up against the door with arms folded. Realizing they never met before Knight's eyes closed angrily and then opened once again trying to relax a little. The names Knight. Who are you neko? The vampire said emotionlessly and rather rudely.
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RE Neko Slave For wiki234 Kairu sighed as he got up ready for school, he was shorter than most of the others in the school, but he also had the fear of vampires. Kairu couldn't stand them at all, he hated them with the passion in his heart. He turned and saw a picture frame of him and his brother who moved away when he was very young. Kairu just stared at it for a moment, I'll see you again someday... I promise you with my life. He gave a small smile and stood up looking in the mirror, he wore the boys school uniform and he had his hair cut short so he cod see better. Kairu could remember when he was younger that whenever he took a bath his long hair would be covering his face, and he couldn't see. Well it was time to head to school today, hopefully he didn't have to see those...things, he didn't like to say vampire. Kairu was still in shock from the vampire that saved him, be couldn't move much at all since she was carrying him like that. After they went inside the room he was dropped on the couch, scratching his ear he could see that she was full of anger and especially pissed off at him. When she started yelling at him he couldn't help but just sit there and listen quietly like he was completely frozen in ice. When the vampire finally introduced herself to him, he simply responded to saying his name, I'm kairu...
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RE Neko Slave For wiki234 Kairu sighed, there was nothing he wanted or should do to piss her off even more, he still sat there quietly listening to the vampire talk to him. After a moment he was forcefully pulled toward her, kairu could feel the sharp pain of being grabbed and pulled so hard. He closed his eyes feeling the pain for a moment then opened his eyes to see that the vampire seemed to be strangely curious about him. Kairu was still scared at this point not wanting to do anything stupid and letting her do whatever she wanted to him, seeing her leave gave him a reaction to do something he never thought of ever doing especially to this powerful vampire. He slowly held onto to the jacket and gave a small tug to it, I dont want to have that urge again, I don't want that fear of being cornered happening so fast again...
Thread: Happy Birthday, Eldrithe!

Happy birthday, Eldrithe! I hope you have a simply marvelous day today! May it be filled with delicious things like cake! XD cake and ice cream for you
Thread: Happy Birthday, Eldrithe!

Thank you Darkangel! I plan on stuffing myself silly with cake and ice cream.
Thread: Happy Birthday, Eldrithe!

Happy birthday!!! noms all over Eldrithe
Thread: Happy Birthday, Eldrithe!

Happy Birthday to my favorite gal! Enjoy it while it lasts and have a blast! -Pours confetti all over her-
Thread: Happy Birthday, Eldrithe!

Happy birthday
Thread: Happy Birthday, Eldrithe!

thank you Ironic and Delightful. And thank you again Rauk, I love you .. Funny story, he bought me two games for my birthday from Gamestop They didn't have discs in them, just empty cases. Lol, the look on his face when I opened them and they were empty. Anyway, dances in the confetti
Thread: Happy Birthday, Eldrithe!

Really? I would be soooooo pissed if that happened to me. I hope you guys can get your money back
Thread: Happy Birthday, Eldrithe!

Rauk called them and we just took the cases down to get the games. Apparently we are not the only ones that it's happened too recently because of the new guy.
Thread: Happy Birthday, Eldrithe!

Ah okay I see, well glad you fixed the problem. I wonder if the new guy is stealing them! I
Thread: Happy Birthday, Eldrithe!

I just went in there, and told them like it is. They were all intimidated by my outrageously abnormal sexiness so they just bowed down to me and gave her free games.
Thread: Happy Birthday, Eldrithe!

sigh I did all the talking when we got there. So i'm not sure what he's talking about. Plus, the guy only looked at me
Thread: Game of Thrones: Motherly Love (Celebstars x Assume)

Tommen Baratheon had just celebrated his sixteen name day a few weeks ago. The young King walked through the peaceful gardens of Kings Landing. It had been a few years since he had become king, taking over since his brothers death. It had greatly affected his mother, but to him it didn't really do much. Joffery was always cruel to him. Though he never hated him. Tom was always gentle even now as he was becoming a man. He never really hated anyone. Sitting on the small bench in the middle of the garden near a water fountain, he managed to relax a little bit. Finally a moment to himself without guards, his grandfather, his mother, and everyone. Suddenly he heard a soft meow, as he looked down onto his lap to see that his cat had found his way onto his lap. Ser pounce, purred as he rubbed his face into the Kings stomach. Petting the cats head, he sometimes envy the creature. Being a cat, Ser pounce had no worries. All he got to do was play and chase the birds all day. He had no responsibilities, but for Tommen he would soon have one of the greatest responsibilities ever. It was said that he would wed Margery Tyrell, that their houses would combine together. Tommen didn't know much of Margery. She was a few years older than him, and extremely pretty. Other than that she was a stranger to him. His grandfather had told him that he was marrying to create a stronger kingdom, that he would be doing it for his people. Sighing, he kicked as the floor. Tommen had dark leather pants and boots, and a red silk skirt that held the symbol of his house.
Thread: Game of Thrones: Motherly Love (Celebstars x Assume)

RE Game of Thrones Motherly Love Margaery was sitting in the gardens of Kings Landing with her Grandmother Olenna. My beautiful Granddaughter, you know I never mean to pick on you, but I believe you are overstaying your welcome as am I. Joffrey is dead, your husband is dead, I think we ought to leave and go back home. A weary smile fell upon the Granddaughter's face as she waited for the guardsmen to pass on their patrol. Really? She grinned, raising one eyebrow above her left eye. Heavens no! These guards follow us like we are criminals! The elderly woman said. How is your efforts with the boy coming along? Her voice a little louder and more freeing since they were now alone. Frustrating, he wants what I can't give. Won't give. Turning her face, she saw the new King walking on his own before stopping at a bench near the fountain. She kept her gaze on him, not breaking eye contact. He is sweet, nothing like Joffrey. I just cannot sleep with him, it doesn't feel right. He has just turned sixteen, I am not sure it would be right? Her soft silky hair blew up in a slight breeze before falling back down on her shoulders. Her Grandmother watched her, confused by her. Joffrey was no more older than what he is now. What is different? I'm not sure. Maybe because he is innocent in all of this. He has escaped the poisoning from his mother, she was to interested in Joffrey as he was the eldest and King. Sadly, I don't think Tommen will have much more time before Cersei manipulates him. Olenna knew she was right, Your secret meetings with him must count for something. You can offer him something his mother can't. Just open your legs once and he will be yours until you marry one another. I hate when you talk like that Grandmother, you are meant to be a Lady are you not? Margaery said, finding Tommen finally saw her looking at him. Lifting a hand up, she used one finger and gestured for him to come over towards her. She smiled seductively at the King. You have just summoned the King to your feet. If only all of us could do that Olenna said, struggling to get up from her chair. Once she did, she kissed her Granddaughter on the cheek and walked slowly away.