Thread: RPing against myself (Will be deleted)

So I guess then this will go better here? Since RPs go from real busy to nothing to busy and nothing again, over and over, I want to smash together as many of my ideas as possible in one story just for moi. If this goes better on another part of Blue Moon, you have me permission to move it. Ill add to this as time permits. Synopsis The story begins in a fantasy world post industrial revolution like steampunk but it had a name I don't remember! Slipstream? and where women are politically above the men. Characters include an elf daughter of an baroness who, while a noble, is not the first born and therefore not the heir. She made the unusual request for an ork to be her concubine. Her best friend, outside the nobility, is a halfling rouge who uses pistols in addition to daggers. This halfling does have a human boyfriend, a scholar with some magic ability who wants to go out and discover new things. This has the halfling a tad bit nervous as she, like most halflings, have wonderlust. But she likes the baroness daughter too. The scholar has a twin brother, who became a conjurer. He has created for himself an allied spirit for his personal companion. My plan is to introduce each of these pairings before a certain event occurs a destructive rift that opens up a new land on the other side. My ideas that are used include or will include 2.1 Generic Fantasy Setting Traveling Scholar and Civilized Ork 3.2 Language Barrier Eventually 3.3 Western Setting Ditto 4.1 Slave x Self-Defeating Noble Lady against the Male Concubine, not as extreme 4.2 Asexual x Nymphomaniac as part of Male Concubine, and part Annoying Itch 4.3 Conjurer x Ally Spirit 4.5 Male Concubine x Noble Lady w Civilized Ork 4.6 Annoying itch Later Borsach was on an open steam carriage, heading for what he knew to be his fate. For him, his main concern was adjusting after several years into a new life. As the industrial revolution spread, the culture of the humans with the machines of the dwarves went with it. Some orks refused to change, keeping hold of their sense of honor. Others gave in. He had no choice. As he understood it, he was found by an elven warrior while he was still a babe, raised by humans. The woman who found him did not forgot him, and when he became of age and she noticed how well mannered he was, moved him to become a potential concubine. Initially for him it was no different. Working with wood or stone, or working with female flesh. The difference is emotion. That which orks call honor was refocused to become respect. But his superiors say he does, of course, lack charm. They were also very surprised when, being offered a chance to loose his virginity, he hesitated. It was those two reasons, he found out, why he was assigned. What he did not know was why. A small distance ahead, Airia and Thundershadow was approaching rail station. Seeing them together was a major contrast. Airia, tall and slender with a reasonable size bust to go with her perfect elven features, was dressed what nobility called formal casual. To commoners, it might as well be called not so gaudy and left at that. Her hair was long and black. Wendy Thundershadow seemed more prepped for a dwarven convention. Rugged shorts with a dagger and pistol handy, combined with a shirt more suited for hard labor workers. Her blond hair was short like a man. Wendys face was that of confusion. Why an ork? I mean, I have a human lover, but an ork is.... Her mouth stopped not daring to go further in front of Airia. Wendy knew she was Airias best only? friend out side of the nobility, but upsetting Airia could upset and turn against her the whole house. Airia, expecting this, said her prepared lie. Concubines are supposed to be protectors too. And some orks are liberalizing like us elves. Of course we have not embraced the industrial revolution, but that does not mean we fight it. She followed this in an inquisitive tone, Mom seemed particularly interested in this ork for some reason. She briefly held her tongue and then said just loud enough for Wendy to hear. Have you two had... intercourse... yet? OH HELL NO! Airia blushed, knowing she should know better. The contradictory descriptive name, Thundershadow, was given to her for a reason. Continuing, too loud for Airias liking, Believe me, I tried. Being a halfling has its problems. She concluded with a scoff, What if it gets STUCK! Wendy quieted down, and curious why she asked that due to The Rules - when Airia talks about them you can hear that capital T and R in her voice - but by then they were at the rail station. Airias mother, the baroness, was there with Airias older sister, Eva, and her concubine. Wendy didnt dare speak in front of them. After the both bowed, Airia inquired why both of them was here. Besides the arrival of your concubine, Eva has house business to address, concerning her marriage, the baroness answered. If you pay more attention to the ongoing politics, you would know that. She seemed more interested in the activity on the other side of the rail, up on a hill. In their own groups, conservative elves and orks were performing a peaceful protest. The elves had signs like, We live in forests, not stone, where for the orks, Where is honor without conflict? and Blackpowder spreads weakness So, youngest sister, why the ork?, Eva asked, causing Airia to let out a loud sigh. Always this question, and always the same lie given. Dont be too hard on Airia, mother said to Eva. This particular ork is a special case. Eleen was the one who found him as a babe on a battlefield. Both sisters, hearing the middle childs name, looked at their mom in shock. The dwarven cannon did terrible damage to the cave they were staying. The babe was alive and without any parents. She gave it to two humans who could not have children of their own. She kept quiet about the fact he may be an asexual. Although Airia was born from the concubine of the Baroness - bastard born - she still had to follow tradition and law. By now, the steam carriage arrived and pulled to a stop. The open carriage had one ork dressed in the brown gown of a concubine. Eva, addressing her own, left and went for the last and covered carriage for her own private luxury. The ork got down and approached, having meet the baroness before. Standing tall, he had broad shoulders and had a small pony tail on the back. Too big!, Wendy exclaimed and ran off. Bowing in front of Airia, the orks at a high enough elevation to see the station, started yelling and throwing a slur reserved for the unhonorable. She barely got a chance to hear him say, I, Bosach, promise to protect you, prepare yourself for the marriage bed, answer and let you experience any of your questions or curiosities, and do as I am told as the law allows. Get up!, she mistakenly said in a whisper before doing the more proper, Arise, and adding nervously and quickly, I Airia accept you, Bosach, as my concubine and protector. Grabbing his arm she rushed away from the screaming orks fearful they will become violent. Soldiers ran out to make sure they dont, including one troll which likewise made the orks yell in furry. Perlen thought he was doing well. After eating a combined lunch and dinner, while most of the outside world was eating their supper, he and his robe was drenched in sweat while finishing up his very long project. And now before him was the fruits of his success. On her hands and knees, naked, was the type of woman he always dreamed for. She looks up with her wide, green eyes, gave a wide smile, and stayed there. Smiling. Taking her by the hands, Perlen motions her up. Looking around, it looks like they are outside on a cliff. The area they are in seem like the mountain grew around a one story house. The walls look like a typical home and not rock, with rooms going into the mountain as actual rooms and not a cave. If the cliff side is north, east is what looks like a dining room table. A kitchen is further east and a hallway was into the mountain to the south. To the west is a chair and couch, with a coffee table in front of the couch. Behind the chair further west is some sort of portal, along with another hallway into the mountain south of the chair. The cliff itself has a giant rotating sphere of light, which is just behind her. Past the cliff, farther north, is what looks like buildings in the distance, covered by fog. The sky is dark blue with occasional lighting. There is no thunder. What should I name you... my spirit... 'myrit'... how about Myrita? He walks around her. She right now appears to be a 5'4 young adult woman, b-cup sized breasts, slim and well proportioned, and red hair that reach just to her nipple. Myrita!, she said with glee. Yes... um... come. Perlen knew early on ally spirits may seem mindless and follow orders perfectly, but he didnt realize how true that will be. Knowing they will eventually become more independent was viewed as a bad thing. But now, he expected her to have just a little more... personality. Heading over to a cold storage, he glanced over her naked breasts again as he aimed to pull out a drink. What came out was a bottle of milk with a nipple top. Throwing it back in, closing the door, and opening it again, a plain glass of milk came out with some of it spilling on the floor. All she did was watch with interest. Can you... say something?, he asked while taking large swallows. Something! Damn it.... Only The Creator Goddess can do that! And what is it that you wanted her to damn? She looks at him, still smiling, with her head slightly at an angle. Perlen stares back at her, slightly dumbfounded. Its just an expression., he said, throwing the glass into the cold storage and closing it. Walking toward the eastern hallway, he enters his bedroom. The other contains his library of books which he shares with his twin brother, Patricio I need to redo this room. The wall to the east, containing his bed, moved further away, and the bed gets larger. That will do. Going further south, he enters what is an actual cave with a pool of water. Taking off his clothes, he turns around and tells Myrita, Just busy yourself for a while. When I am done here, there is something I want from you. Bathing, his back was turned from the bedroom and, when finished getting the sweat off of him, turned around and saw her unmoved. What? You just stay there? She answered with a simple shrug. Her mouth was still glued in the smiling position. Never mind... never mind! She walked next to him, his hand on her back, and asked her to lay down. He opened her legs and looked at her vagina. He figured the laws of nature applied in this case. A vagina is a vagina, even though he never had a woman of his own. He chuckled a bit as he knew, while Patricio had a girlfriend, since she was a halfling they found intercourse to be very hard to do. Skipping foreplay - hey, she is just a spirit! - he got over her and put himself in. To his horrifying relief, she frowned. Maybe he should have. So he just went slow, moving very little, and making love by kissing her and such. Great , he thought. Patricio is technically the more scholarly of us two, have all the soft sex he wants with Thundershadow - crazy name! - and I am the lucky incompetent one here . Who are they? Oh thats right!, Perlen sent back, nearly laughing. Mindlink is given, since you are created from me. He felt glad he had something Patricio can do. As long as he does not get those scary nose bleeds. Communicating telepathically, they paced each other for mutual benefit. Still, it took several long, boring minutes before his ally spirit seemed more into it. Thrusting for real now, she told him she thinks she can orgasm? the same time he does, saying it like she was not sure. And when they did, all hell broke loose. The mountain shook. The sheets under her smoked. The air around them blew. And when he pulled out, a massive, gushing squirt came out of her. As she and the mountain continue to shake, the sheets caught fire. Then all stopped. Her body was not burning as she laid there before getting up. Perlen moved back asking her, Did you did that? This is MY demi-plane! That should not have happened! She again shrugged with indifference, turned around, and looked at the small fire on the bed. Water appeared from nowhere and drenched the flames. Gain x2 for first time 154 10x2 20 Spent 112 4 Current 020-4 16 Hold! Hold! Windy was gripping him tight then gradually let him go. Sitting over Perlentos legs, she was topless but still had her shorts on. Though her breasts was small, they seemed larger due to her tiny body. So, the youngest of the three daughters has an ork for her concubine. Did not stay long enough to find out what happened. She licked her hands and slowly started in again. But from what I gathered, nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Just the usual awkwardness of the first day, The Rules being hammered, and so on. Wait. Since she is last in line, is she allowed to have illegitimate children or not?, Perlento asked. Nope, not yet! The first born always have to be legitimate. She seemed especially upset since, well, she is ALWAYS upset about being a noble with no prospects. Quieting her usual loud self down, she added, Sometimes I wonder.... HOLD! She grabs his penis again hard and can feel the ejaculate wanting out before settling back down. Hold hold hold hold... HOLD! Yipes, that was close. That thing need more of a break! I think the tip was about to explode there. Your friend now have a concubine. My twin brother believe he can get his ally spirit alive sometime tonight. He went quiet for a few seconds. What is out there I can discover no one else have? Slapping his penis playfully, watching it move, she kept silent. She knew he can leave at anytime, and she knew he knew she will go with him despite Airia. The only thing stopping him was just what he said. What is out there? She started rubbing him again, thinking while the others had something new to focus their attention to, Patricio does not. With me, you ended up ahead, you know. Hey, continue your Mindlink. So I will know when. Why do I let you do this to me? Because you have a thing for tiny mature girls!, she giggled. Because only I... ... know how you... HOLD! Oh... no.... Some of it came out! Her hands stop holding and rubbed him hard and fast, giving him finally relief. Awww. Look at this MESS you made! Keeping as much of it on her little hands as possible, she moved over him and spread his semen all over his chest. See! She allowed her body then to plop down on his chest and relax. Bed early? Yep Airia walked into her bedroom after what seemed to be an eternity of endless discussions, rules, rituals, more discussions, questions, and so on. Having Borsach sitting next to her for dinner turned out to be way too awkward. For everyone else. He stressed to her to be herself, and allow him to know how she feels, but she was not just going to open up to a man she just meet! She can tell he had a job to do. Prepare yourself for the marriage bed. Pffft! Like that was going to happen! She knew she was illegitimate. Its like she had all the bad things that come with being a noble, but none of the good things. Borsach, trying to be a good servant by waiting and praying for some patterns to recognize, knew she was holding something back. But it was not his place to ask. For him, being a good servant means anticipation . And that will take time. Get me out of my dress, she snapped without meaning to. Upon becoming naked, she went to the tub and started the water herself. Borsach looked in with a frown, but said nothing. Not bothering to bathe, she just slumped down and looked ahead, finally noticing her new concubine. Sorry. Go ahead and... do what you need to. As he did bathe her, he wondered if this was baseline for her or it was just due to the day. He kissed her on the cheek to get a read, but she just turned the other way. Deciding against touching her clitoris, when he was almost done, he asked, What is troubling you? Is it that you personally do not want a concubine? She did not want to tell him the truth. But in this case.... I do want one. Just not like that. She turned to look at him. I asked for an ork. Do you know why I asked for an ork? When he answered in silence, she let go of the water in the tub and got out herself. Dry me. How you orks were a couple generations ago. Brutes, doing your raids, before the industrial revolution started to change everything. What do you think of them or the way us non-orks view your kind? I grew up with humans. I know few of my own kind While her reason told her to stop here, she could not. Earlier, with your big hands and deep voice. You acted then and now like a timid! This whole ritual of deflowering! How for some it may be painful! She wanted to scream, but swallowed it. Then she finally let it go. I am a concubines child! But The Rules must still be followed! Swearing, she turns around and got into bed despite Borsach unfinished with drying her off. I do not want your kind and tender behavior! Why is it I am illegitimate, have no chance for marriage, just a side product and STILL be denied a good ravisher? I want my outside to reflect my true inside! Beaten up! Laying down in bed, she looks up at him as he stares down in disbelief. Am I shocking you? The Rules say you have to treat me with tender , loooooving care! But it also say you have to do what I say. I say, rip me apart! Force me down and smother me. I want to feel my body under the pressure of yours. What do you have to say about that? He took a deep breath, and said, That will be unhonorable. Her response was a pillow thrown at him. She pouted while he just lay there for several minutes before she let out a sigh and a brief weep. You follow The Rules better than I can. Come, take that stupid gown off and lay next to me. I promise not to act up again. With caution, he did so and laid next to her, concern she might try to deflower herself over him. But she just took his massive arm and held it as she drifted off to sleep.