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Thread: Oedipus Rex

Isis was cleansed and emerged anew from her bath. Her lovely figure emerging from the water dripping and glistening with remnants of water. The women began drying her off as she stood at the bath's edge. From her legs to her the mountainous globes of flesh upon her chest. Another gown similar to the other was dawned. A circlet was placed upon her head, that placed a round emerald in the center of her forehead. Mimicking the color of her eyes. An ivory comb run through her long damp locks. Isis had a bit of a small gathering to prepare for. Inviting only her closest female friends. Ones that she could easily blackmail They would do almost anything to get into her good graces. There were five golden masks. Each depicting a goddess. This evening was going to be marvelous. Otho was going to be venturing to the village of Rathgar to visit his son and tend to his own people. The venture alone was a fortnight and then he would probably stay for a night or two. The silhouette of her body was easy to see in her attire. The sides revealed that there was nothing more to the garb than what anyone could see. Once dry, she ventured into the halls once more. A feast was being made for all those who had stayed thus far. A feast fit for the gods themselves. A battle between her finest warrior and a promising new brawny male would take place for those who wished to see. Minos was revered for his victorious battles. The man truly had the body of a god and and the looks and voice to bring any woman to her knees. Even Isis. Tonight was his night. For she owned him and to keep his pay, he was to follow her will and command. Word to all the nobles that lingered was sent that a feast would soon be ready at sunset.
Thread: Oedipus Rex

Well, aren't there more? The apparent avatar of the Soudan's river god ask as he took his seat on the alter, balls slick as and hairless as oranges as he relaxed, waiting to see if there was any more for him to do that night before his diety was satisfied. He had hair, of course. It was natural. He simply obeyed his diety's wishes and those of the priests in having his body mostly hairless. He had managed to keep the hair on his head as well as his eye lashes and brows, but that was it. Have the guards find another group. A voice came from the masked one's body, not entirely his own as the mask's snout seemed to move. By this time the room was much like home, with reeds filling the water, which had flooded over the edges off the pool and make half of the room into a lake, though beneath the level of the chairs and couches. Have them bring in a new round of slaves and servants. He demanded, drinking wine while having his back massaged by one of the men. And keep them coming. His will was done in a manner. They told the guards about the need for more women, but something else of interest came up. Son of the River, there is news about a 'Feast fit for the Gods'. The quotations marks were fairly obvious in the voice of the bowing man, eyes cast downwards and away from what may very well have given him his children, nephews, and nieces. Virgins in their land, newly weds, those reaching the age of childbearing... One being tended to get first dib, both on the bride and groom. The crocodile mask looked down on him, considering things for a moment before waving to his own servants. Get out the good ornaments. He had himself cleaned off his sweat, though the musk still lingered, and had his erection brought down by the experienced mouths of some of his men before being redressed and heading out.
Thread: Oedipus Rex

The early arrives were already knee deep in the wine and as jolly as ever. The female servants were occupying laps left and right. Music sounding through out the hall. Various foods lined the tables and some danced. Food said to help fidelity. Dance to worship another's god. She had taken into account the wants of her guests and their deities. One of the elderly men took a hold of Isis' hand and twirled her and went on to the next female he could find. Laughter rarely sounded from her lips and it sounded like music to those who did hear it. To those who did not know, she was a rare treat. To spread her legs for any other man, other than her husband, was not on her addendum. As time seemed to pass by, her love of Otho was not as it was with her first husband. Now her only vendetta was her son. The woman and men feasted while others continued to arrive. Some were even getting intimate upon the chaises that laid about. It was a prosperous sight. The gold of her attire shined in the candle light. The scent of arousal thick in the air. A woman dawning a feather mask cupped Isis' cheek and snaked her hand down the curved of a voluptuous mound and down further. All Isis could do was dawn a lax smile. She turned her head in time to see one of the last of her guests to arrive. Only the fates would know that Isis' blood son had walked into her company that very day. How cruel could they be. To have her despise and loath them, yet comfort them in the walls of her own home. This evening had started off well enough. Let's see how they would play things out. She had no secrets, no plots of revenge. For once naive was bliss and once she would happily accept, for this one night. The men's performance would not happen until much later into the night.
Thread: Oedipus Rex

This was more like it. The tanned men walked into the room, less dressed than many had been when they arrived at the comparitevly cool climate. The guards among them moved off to find or make room at some tables. People of noble blood, people of import, decked out in gold, lots of empty bellies... He would need to find a way to get some of the men pregnant as well, or at least to have them pass on their seed to the women. Some servants seemed attractive enough, so he grabbed pair, one male and one female, taking them to his cusions where they would feed him. He had little wishes to be discreet at that mmoment. If anything, it would be best to draw attention to himself. It wasn't as if there were others dressed as gods, anyways. There was something to be said for the human mouth. You could speak with it, whistle, chew, holding something without breaking or swallowing it... And kisses. It was somewhat difficult to kiss or tongue with a snouth. Still, the hands did well enough to make up for it. The party chatted amongst themselves at to some of the delegates from neighboring countries, hands brushing over those of the dignitaries they favored as they gave each other meaningful looks to meet somewhere private before talking about what the party was for. Some fights apparently, with the winner to get a few women in masks. Seemed like it could be fun, though five women seemed a bit much for one normal person, unless they were allowed to share them or have them for a bit longer than one night. And it went on.
Thread: Oedipus Rex

Isis watched him, the masked man as he grabbed a man and woman. The sound of goblets toasting and the vibrations of moans swimming through the air. The dew began to glisten between the folds of her sex. A sweet aroma apparent to her own senses. No male dare touch her. The 'forbidden fruit'. No seed could truly be planted within her and take to life. Which brought about the question... why did not more men flock to her for such a thing. Otho bore a son, from another wife, and since the consummation with Isis, he bares no more children. She takes a man's seed and bares no fruit. Such a hearty and healthy man such as Otho should be able to produce a babe in any woman. Isis was his undoing. Her beauty is a curse and the price is said to be dear to any man. Such rumors flood her village. Lady Isis stood at the heart of the soiree and clapped her hands and two men were brought forth. The brawny Minos who glistened in sweat from his training. Talos was lean, but less built. More agility to his moves. Both men dawning only roman loin cloths that held a generous abundance of a package. Minos had a head of hair you could lose a hand in, while Talos' was shaved clean off. Both men proudly showing their sun-kissed skin. Fighting and training beneath the beating sun. Men placed wages, where woman marveled at the sensually sinful sights of the the men. As the men too their places in the center of the room, Isis whisked the women away and handed each their mask. It was more a reward for the women. To sample the winner. Each taking her own turn. A thrill many women would seek. Isis was rather... hungry for attention, or rather... her body was. An idle hand roamed the soft curve of her bust and slid down and came to an abrupt stop upon her waist. The urge to depart was great. The deed could be done alone. She knew this very well.
Thread: Oedipus Rex

And the Queen was ignored. The Soudanese had no real issue with her at this time, as they found the company of each other and some of the more exotic ambassadors to be far more fulfilling. How do they decide who fights? One of the men asked while eyeing the men, searching for any weapons. Are they wrestlers or just acrobats? This got a few looks, as acrobats tended to be far... Nimbler, to put it in a way. Large muscles and freely dangling privates hardly helped in contortions and balance. Do we get to fight the winner? Like in a tournament? The prize seemed good. Nothing worth a king's ransom, but enjoyable enough. Probably just ugly women under the masks. It seemed possible, though their bodies at least were good. Nice quality clothe as welll. Let us just watch. The masked one said as they settled done to see what would happen.
Thread: Oedipus Rex

Isis ignored the idiotic questions. Each man was given his choice of a weapon. Both settled for for brass knuckles. There would be less blood with these. Sit back and enjoy the show. She announced. An ornate gong was struck and the mean began sparring. A female noble from Kapul stood as Isis' side. A hand ghosted up her arm and the fan lashed sun kissed woman came up behind the Ivory skinned high noble. Red painted lips ghosted over the curve of Isis' neck as words of promise were whispered into her ear. Chills danced across her skin. She tuned on her heels and faced the woman that sought her attention. Her own slender fingers caressed the curvacious bust of the sun kissed Kapulian. Those red plump lips pressed pressed against the curve of Isis' neck. Hot breath spilling forth and onto the creamy skin. Soft pink lips sat again as a soft sigh escaped her own lips. Both women enthralled in their own little world as the men fought. Droplets of blood flying here and there. Kisses trailing down her neck and and hands caressing her own body. Her scent was intoxicating. Of course Otho was not here. Isis had not planned to become intimate with another person. Her hunger was pushed back far too long and if, by some miracle, she managed to gain a child in the progress, it was a blessing. Sophia... have you me my friends? Her emerald eyes turned and gazed at the masked male that copulated with a few random guests. Taking the lovely woman's hand nd guiding her over. A wave of roars sounded as Minos nailed a blow and have the new blood on the ground. Sophia was guided over to the man and licked her lips in a luscious manner. How... hungry. The sun kisses woman chimed. But Isis... Sophia's tongue sample the skin of her hostess' neck. My... my.... your are forbidden fruit... but by choice? Isis licked her lips at the sight and raked her nails down Sophia's back and summoned a sexy growl from those red lips. A sample of what only one person had access to. Yes Sophia.... enjoy. She threw them a lax smile and sauntered off. Her adviser, Userus would see to the remainder of the celebration. Into the hall she wandered and into a nearby room. The guards were all busy at the soiree. The two clips on top of her shoulders that held her attire up were taken off and her dress fell to a pool of fabric at her feet. A bed sat in the center of the room with a thin veil surrounding it. Her nude body crawled on all fours to the enter of the bed. A cylindrical pillow was where she rest her head, for the time being. Her nude form laid out like a sacrifice to the gods. An idle hand drifting across the skin of her bust and to the dewy folds of her sex. The door was ajar. Everyone was merry, celebrating, and copulating within the main square of the house. Isis had a hunger than needed to be satiated. Pent up frustration and stress that had be swept away one way or another.
Thread: Oedipus Rex

There was testosterone to be sure. Sweaty men, semen, blood and spit.... Why they used brass knuckles instead of wrestling was beyond the Soudanese party reckoning. Why bother holding back with blade if you are simply going to punch the metal into the other? They noticed the Queen feeling up another woman but put it out of their minds as they looked over the somewhat unappetizing orgy. They would need to be more selective the next time they chose people for the dogpiling that was occuring. It may have looked like they themselves were staying out of everything, not allowing any thing phase or touch them, they had infact gotten some highborn women under the table and were chatting with their husbands. The women had been given there instructions. Keep moving around. Make sure everyon'es cock stays semi erect without erupting. Get kicked if their cocks go down. Get exposed by the sound of ejaculation if they do too much, as well as being covered in cum. The masked man stayed out of that, though. He instead kept with some of the younger or more attractive of the husbands. He played up the diety part to the extreme, allowing them to joke around and pretend worship as he fondled and rubbed them, pulling a young priest's acoylte into his lap, where his cock grew beneath the other's legs, disguised by the robe as if to suggest the acoylte himself had the arousal. A pretty big one at that. So, this is how all guests are treated here? He asked while bringing bowl of wine to the acolyte's mouth. Any chance in having those two fighting each other to join us later? I don't doubt they will need a good bed to recover in.
Thread: Oedipus Rex

Isis drowned out the noise and a finger sought to quell the hunger that burned deep within. The tip of her finger curving to the most elusive spot that ignited ever nerve from within. Breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath. A free hand cupping the voluptuous flesh mounds upon her chest and tugging at the taut peaks that responded to her arousal. Raven tendrils scattered like a halo upon the surface of the bed. Her back arched as the tension in her lower belly grew to a tremendous height. Her breathing turned jagged and soft lewd noises escaped her lips. At the same time, Minos roared and took a final swing at Talos and the smaller male fell to the ground unconscious. Blood spilling from his nose and lips. He spit up some blood and the room rang with cheers. The five woman in the masks swarming the male and all is sweat glistening splendor. By the time Talos was hauled off, to get his wounds fixed, Isis was mildly satiated and put her clothes back on and walked into the vast room to discover her challenger victorious. These women were ready for their dues. The lithe lightweight would be patched up and seen to. His rations cut until he was able to live up to Isis' standards. Meanwhile she summoned the sweaty and bleeding brawny male and her kneeled on one knee before her. Congratulations Minos.... Ladies? She gestured. Please... She voiced to the crowd, Continue and no.... the is a private matter and cease your acts with my slaves and servants. You have tainted enough within my home. With those words she escorted minos to a galla room with a large bath and a bed. Leaving them to do as they pleased throughout the night. Isis went back to the main room of the house where she was utter shocked.... to find Otho. Her eyes were wide and her feet refused to obey her wishes as he approached her. Otho, You could not have made it to your village in such time. I did not... something told me to come back, and I am glad I did my lovely wife. Come warm my bed for me. He growled while holding a tight grip upon her upper arm, causing her to wince. The heavy stench of ale upon his breath.
Thread: Oedipus Rex

-And so then I had my hounds pounce the fox and won a ducat for myself! Polite laughter went around at the stories of one of the older delegates at the party. The masked man wasn't there, though, having went off to the side to plow his daughter and much younger wife. You two haven't been getting much attention, have you? he growled in between switching pussies, which he pounded in abt out of interchangibally. Maybe you and your friends should come vacation in my land sometime. We have wonderul temples for helping with child birth. He held them down, then came into both of them. I suggest you hurry there quickly, before your husbands find out. He squished a lemon he had been holding. It had been meant for preventing pregnancies, but he wasn't going to be having any of that. You two were great. Get some daughters for me, alright? He patted them before heading off to find people he hadn't banged yet. He discovered to his great pleasure the loser from the fight and proceeded to overpower him, claiming his ass for his own. Tell anyone and you'll never work again. Leaving him to try tto clean out his ass without anyone noticing he passed two rooms and needed to make a decision. The King or the godesses? He decided to try out the winner of the fight, and barged into the room before Minos could knock up anyone, then proceeded to attack and subjugate him.
Thread: Oedipus Rex

Otho was certainly not in his usual state. If she had to wager a guess, he was at the brothel this entire time. Along with the scent of ale, there was the sweet scent of sex that differed from bouquet that wafted about her home. She removed his fingers from her arm with ease and wandered over to her right hand, giving him orders to see the remaining guest to their rooms as they grow to drunk to get there themselves. The party could continue on without her, for the time being she must see her own husband to bed. Taking him down a hall to their own room where her husband closed the door and proceeded to ravish her much rougher than he usually would. All the while being completely oblivious to Minos being taken down with ease in the room of the masked women. The women backed away from the harsh take over and clutched at their garb as they watched the disturbing alluring sight of the brawny male being put in his place.
Thread: Oedipus Rex

So, been here long? The masked man asked with with his exotic accent while pushing Minos to the ground. He continued to shove him around for the next few minutes, wrestling his fists behind his back whenever he tried to fight back. You seem to be familiar with this room and the company. Maybe you have overstayed your welcome? The mask winked at the women before he proceeded to grab Minos by the balls and squeeze until he stopped trying to struggle. It would be a shame to castrate a bull such as yourself, though. You make a far better sacrifice to me. He threw him onto the ground after the oil from his chest rubbed onto Minos as their nibbles brushed over each other for their audience. Putting a foot onto the fighter's back, he began to pour oils down onto the other's ass, as well as onto his own cock, now exposed and standing proud. Would you five like to help loosen him up? I am taking my rights to enslave him rahter than kill him, but he'd wish he was dead if I went unlubricated.
Thread: got a new starter Id like to trie (MxF)_

Okay...so the first thing you may want to change is a few of the spelling mistakes...and the lack of punctuation...the plot would seem more desirable if you could stick the post onto Microsoft Word spellcheck, or even Google Chrome - just a suggestion.
Thread: looking for plot driven smut

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Thread: looking for plot driven smut

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Thread: Seriously Seeking Smut

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Thread: Seriously Seeking Smut

Clarifying some things that were confusing people.
Thread: Absence

Unfortantly I will be away for a little while because I need to focus on my work. This doesn't mean I won't be back. So for the people that I have current rp's with please don't count me down and out. I will be back.
Thread: Absence

Hey everyone I'm back and glad that I am. So if anyone is on that I've rped with or was interested in rping with me shoot me a pm.
Thread: 5e Dungeons and Dragons playtest

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Thread: 5e Dungeons and Dragons playtest

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Thread: 5e Dungeons and Dragons playtest

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Thread: 5e Dungeons and Dragons playtest

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Thread: 5e Dungeons and Dragons playtest

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Thread: 5e Dungeons and Dragons playtest

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