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Thread: A Roman and his Egyptian priestess - Niksis & Rania Lark

The preparations had gone well, with each man, woman and child aiding in the celebration of the Nile God. The Priestesses of the temple worked tirelessly to gather the needed sacrifices and offerings along with the practice of the hymns that would be sung. Colourful, fragrant blooms would adorn their heads and bodies as they joined in the festivities in a day. Mandisa spent her preparations praying to the gods for a happy, joyous occasion that would see good weather and even better spirits. Thus the morning of the festival arrived and with it the preparations began at dawn. Mandisa awoke with her servants to the rising sun before spending some time in prayer in her chambers before being dressed and prepared for her appearance to the people. As child of the god, she would need to look the part. So, when her prayers were completed, the lower priestesses took to preparing her for the festival. Arriving to the bathing pool, Mandisa was carefully cleaned of all the dirt and sand from the shifting desert and the mud from the banks of the Nile before fragrant oils were rubbed into her skin, making it glisten in the sun. She was then wrapped in a new linen sheath that fell from her hips to the floor, covering her bare feet. A gold and jewelled collar was then placed around her neck, the large flat piece falling down over her pert breasts to leave only her midriff exposed. Golden cuffs were then fastened around her wrists while bracelets were wrapped around her ankles. The final touch was an incredibly ornate headpiece consisting of numerous interweaves chains that sat like a spiders web over her ebony black hair, some of the chains descended down over her eyes, giving a mask like effect over her large, chocolate brown eyes. By the time Mandisa was full prepared, the festival had begun. Harps, lyres and lutes sang their praises to the gods as people all over the city departed from their homes to join in the festivities in the streets, dancing and singing along with the hymns. Flowers adorned hair and bodies while also filling the air with their pleasing aromas. Everyone was happy to be blessed for another year by the gods. Mandisa and her attendants departed the temple, making their way slowly down the steps to partake in the festival themselves. Walking slowly, the high priestess was quick to bless anyone who asked her, laying her hands and praying over those on their knees. Joining in the hymns that were sung. Mandisa enjoyed festival days as it was also a time she could relax herself her duties completed which opened her up to enjoy herself within the people she blessed.
Thread: A new slutty sister.

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Thread: Turmoil of Hopes ( Nighthaven x Sweetemmi )

Release you ? Ixchel responded, seating himself back into the black chair that he had rested in before, leaning black to permit his blue eyes to take in the view of his newest possession, the new whore that would soon be gracing costumers of all walks of life with her body. It serves me no surprise then that your kin has fallen in numbers if that is the first thing your lips can muster. he exclaimed, moving neither to restrain her, nor to give her any indication of what was expected of her this moment. Ixchel just sat there, his 5'3 tall figure, clad in a Black business suit, matching most of his office in color, and even his hair, although that ma have just have looked so due to the bad lighting in this room. The only thing that starkly opposed this mans taste for the dark colors, where his eyes, of such a crystal blue that one would doubt that he could ever hold a shred of darkness in his soul, although, every now and then, it would seem as though something within his eyes was moving, as though the blue in his eyes shifted, flowed, like a blue flame that was burning within, and it was so faint, most would seem to miss it even if staring into his eyes. What do you know of this world ? How long have you been nothing but a memory ? Can you even realize the situation you are in ? he begun, firing a volley of questions at her with neither a hint of dominance ore care in his words, as though it was just a boring to him to go through his notion. And given the fact that, even if he was in control of her life, she was still just a slave, and as any slave, if the Master wasn't watchful, she could dare topple her Master to regain her own freedom, though for that, the Slave had to know if her master was bluntly being careless, or confident in his ability to restrain her will to be free, for there wasn't any contraption yet that would seem capable to inhibit her powers. Though, one that had fought the very definition of a deceiver, a Demon, would likely be weary of such behavior as very well it was an invite to step right into a trap.
Thread: Turmoil of Hopes ( Nighthaven x Sweetemmi )

Concern flickered in her eyes as when he spoke of the failure of her people to thrive. But she made no comment, choosing instead to utilize those few seconds to test the bond connecting her to him. It was resilient. An unbreakable connection that left her helpless. Even as her magical senses explored it to see what it would do, she received her answer. She didnt want to answer his questions, because it betrayed weakness. Nonetheless, she found herself answering. And not just answering, but answering as she would a commander. In concise responses that answered not only the question itself, but the spirit of it. Tis world? Plenty. This time? Nothing. I know not what year it is. I was trapped in Shrewsbury in the year 1316, when the Daimon Buer poisoned the fields of the West and stopped the crops. Millions of humans have died. She paused, testing the bond again before answering. And when she did, though she spoke true, hatred burned in her voice. I know my situation is whatever you decree it to be, unless you choose to release me. If you do, I will reward you. If you do not, one of my kind will kill you and free me. She spoke with complete confidence, but inside she doubted. Was it true? Were there few of her kind left? There had been so many. Bright beautiful faces flashed before her mind, a flowing river of Guardian warriors. Were they gone? The idea of it left an aching hole in her spirit, and while she knew he may be lying to her, it FELT true. She had no time to mourn them though, she needed to free herself. She studied her captor, head tilting to the side. Soft brown hair brushed over her bare nipples. No, not captor. Her master, if she was honest with herself. He was not human, she saw that at first glance. Precisely WHAT he was she was not certain. But it wasnt human. His clothing was unfamiliar, as were many of the things in the room. But clothing and furniture changed over time, and this was clearly a different time than what she remembered. What is it you want from me? The answer could be truth, it could be a lie. She knew this man was capable of either.
Thread: Turmoil of Hopes ( Nighthaven x Sweetemmi )

What I want is many a thing, though what I want from you, I already have. Ixchel responded, evaluating her response as he rose from his seat, and decided that obviously she was incapable of ignoring his words, much less go against direct orders, making the bond as her new owner much more powerful then he had expected, which would render additional means of controlling her meaningless. Though there was still that little detail, by nature her presence, her touch, was to pleasant in general, an it would serve him little if costumers would finish with her before they truly even started. Turn and present your Pussy ! Do assure to spreads it's pedals, I mean to see if you laid with anyone yet. he commands her then, approaching the round, blood red carpet she stood on, no longer glowing with the magic that unsealed her cage only to release her into Slavery. And Ixchel made no show of cruelty nor pleasure, as though devoid of such emotion, there was just that calculative look of one considering a merchandise, and not showing that much of interest in it, which would seem unnatural to most given what a precious find he had made here, one that most humans in this world would pay millions for, just to take her to bed until they realized that pleasure with her body was bliss, but also short-lived, and that she was much more a delight being shown off like a doll in her current state. Still, she was to wear a collar yet, one to restrain her natural abilities, and even alter part of them, so that once captive of it's power, this Creature, a Guardian as they had called themselves once, would merely enhance and invite the pleasure Humans longed for, for hours if must be, without draining them of the endurance to do so just through a sheer pleasure overload. Have you ever copulated with another ?! He demands firmly then though, moving to get behind her and have a look himself at that one good between her legs that soon would be a much desired and rented out addition to his Brothel.
Thread: Turmoil of Hopes ( Nighthaven x Sweetemmi )

Hatred flared in Jaritas mist-gray eyes at his brusque command. Ruthless self-awareness developed over centuries of battle had her aware that as a slave, her fate would likely be a sexually focused one, but she had hoped it would be otherwise. Once again, she tested the bond. This time not simply an exercise of examination. This was all action, focusing on struggling to resist. Centuries of trained focus and willpower was exercised. It was one of the toughest mental battles she had ever fought. Sweat slicked her gold-dust skin as she fought the compulsion, her muscles quivering, her forehead lining in deep furrows. Her entire vibrated, eyes rolling back in her head from the furious internal battle. She lasted two seconds. Two awful, painful seconds before she succumbed to the compulsion, her traitorous, trembling body slowly turning, a lovely firm heart-shaped ass flexing as she continued to fight in vain. Long sleek legs spread as she bent at her hips, offering herself to him. An exquisite offering of soft, sleek hatred. Small but strong fingers reached behind herself, plucking those pretty creamy pink petals and peeling them apart, deeper pink fuckmeat glistening within. Her hymen was intact and whole, unlike many adult women whose hymen was already partially broken. When it was broken, it would give the breaker her blood. I have not. She answered honestly and concisely, but rage inept rage vibrated with each syllable. Name a price, release me and I will get it for you. You know not what I am and what I am capable of. My people will destroy you if you fail to release me. In the last time she was aware of, the existence of her kind was unknown except as myth and legend myths and legends they never hesitated to utilize. And a Guardian never left a Guardian in need. They would come and rescue her, she was certain of it. But better if she could escape on her own rather than enduring unknown humiliations before they could find her. Jarita refused to consider that the strength of her people had vanished. It was unthinkable.
Thread: Turmoil of Hopes ( Nighthaven x Sweetemmi )

Good. was the simple response from Ixchel whom promptly stepped behind her, his right hand reaching out to bluntly perform an aggressive massage of her Clitoris. There was neither lust nor abuse in that action, but plainly a skilled attempt to prepare her so that her body would react in it's most Natural way, to prepare itself for a possible penetration, and it did not seem that, as it should have been, it would give him pleasure, it was as though this dark figure with his piercing eyes was wholly unaffected by the true bliss that it should be to merely touch her skin in any desirable manner. From today on, you'll be working in this Brothel, you will work as a simple whore, and your only purpose will be to sate whatever desire your next costumer seeks to be fulfilled from you. he begun to explain, idly going on to assault her Clit, and he bluntly would expect her to remain in this pose to let it happen, but prepared to order her so that she would not escape this humiliation, or as it may be for some, an outright degradation by his action alone, even if his words already where destroying worlds with their degradation of this proud being to the most basic tool for men to find pleasure in. If the costumer desires it, and pays the right amount, he can rape and beat you bloody, and you'll thank him for choosing your services. he went on in his explanation, although he had no intention to let any long-term damage to come to her, it would be bad for business if she would be unable to perform for to long, and Ixchel still had to consider those creatures that came of their own free will to work at his brothel, Death and permanent damage would be bad publicity for him, and part of the Sanctuaries purpose was their safekeeping. You'll be paid weekly, based on your performance, and you can do as you wish with the money, and while your off work, you may do as your pleased. Once called upon though, you will drop everything in favor of bedding a costumer, or to respond to my calling. his explanation went on, as though she had any choice in that matter, or even as though he was doing her any good, though the utter lack of a choice being given was enough to state already that this wasn't optional, Jarita was meant to drop her proud heritage and merely spread her legs for any whom could pay the price, worse, there was even a price, as he suggested, that permitted a costumer to hurt and abuse her. Now, do tell, how does it feel to have your cunt assaulted, Slave ? he spoke then outright, as though meaning to Humiliate her further, and doing so in part already by not bothering still to ask her name, nor regard her as person, but merely as a slave, for the first time naming her place, and with it, clearly stating that there was no intent to release her. The most likely destructive part though was the value of his words as she wasn't just going to experience unwanted sexual service for him, but towards anyone.
Thread: Turmoil of Hopes ( Nighthaven x Sweetemmi )

Jarita flinched when his hand touched her in that intimate place, her cheeks flushing crimson. How long had it been since she blushed? Centuries, at least. She didnt remember it. Nakedness did not bother her, it was the natural way of things. But this.this terrible feeling of being.USED. She did not know how to deal with it, was helpless to resist him, and the shame of it was overwhelming. It was worse then being imprisoned in a piece of tawdry jewelry. Worse than being defeated by a small but cunning demon and having to be rescued by her brethren long, long ago. Worse than anything. And it was at the hands of.something. She knew not what. Not demon. Not human either, for he resisted her compelling magic that promised them pleasures beyond imagining, making them slavishly eager to please angels. In truth, he seemed almost bored by it all, and that was the most horrible thing of all. How utterly CASUAL about using her body. She forced herself to pay attention to his words, tried in vain to ignore his fingers strumming her pussy like an experienced master musician on a guitar. Tried and failed to ignore the slick wetness pearling her soft flesh. Tried and failed to ignore the heat blooming in her lower belly. But she did listen. Carefully parsing each word, searching for holes she could exploit to search out her freedom. What she did hear made her feel like vomiting. HER? A guardian? Destruction of demons? A simple whore in a whorehouse? It was unthinkable. And yet here she was, bent over in front of this stranger with his hands on her drooling pussy. She snarled back at him, I hate it. It felt childish to say, but it was true. Her kind rarely actually had sex, and then only with other guardians. They used their sexuality as a tool. Some would say weapon, but the Guardians preferred to use the term tool. Never had a hand not her own touched her there. Never had another body part intruded in her like she was certain he intended. Hatred so intense she almost puked swept over her. She wanted him dead in the nastiest ways possible. And she knew a LOT of nasty ways to kill. The only thing that comforted her was he had provided some potential opportunities to pursue her freedom. She would take advantage of those, and when she DID gain her freedom.he would suffer. She would see to that.
Thread: Turmoil of Hopes ( Nighthaven x Sweetemmi )

Wetness and pleasure was a natural response to his experienced, masterful simulation. But despite being older than the pyramids of Egypt, she was more nave than the average college-aged human girl when it came to sexuality. Sex was simply not of interest to most guardians. Her face went hot with shame at his pointed notice of her bodys excitement, and for the first time in her long, long life she hated her own body. She refused to reward him with a verbal response, balling her small hands up into fists, her nails digging into her palms. Well, her human form of it anyway. She was quite certain if she was in her true form she would NOT be having this issue. But guardians never shifted into their true form in front of humans. Or whatever thisdetestable THING was in front of her. When she was forced to stand and face him, it was all she could do to stop from baring her teeth at him. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to fight him, to tear him apart, to win her freedom. But she could not. The enslavement spell did not allow her to harm him in any way. She watched warily as he lifted the collar, silently urging her feet to run. She didnt know what the collar did, but her magical senses tingled, warning of a threat. Her feet refused to obey, standing just as he had ordered them too despite her leg muscles straining to move them. Curse her traitorous body! When the collar closed around her she sensed a magical.shift in her. A pinch on her back. But was unable to sort out what precisely it was doing to her. Whether that was because of the enslavement enchantment or the collar, she wasnt certain. No. Her response was short and to the point, fury radiating from the short syllable. Eyes tracing his every movement. Assessing. Searching for weakness she may be able to exploit. Finding nothing.yet. But everyone had a weakness. She would find his. She would earn her freedom.
Thread: Demon Hunting Trio (ShinseiDrayga & Emmie)

RE Demon Hunting Duo ShinseiDrayga Emmie He had been quiet, sitting in the back of the chamber at a private table in a raised section. One of those sections reserved for the higher profile people who would arrive at the auction. Sipping at an expensive wine as he casually watched the woman get pranced about the stage like show ponies. He had come here on the off chance something useful would come. It wasn't like he had any lack of women he could bed, so that aspect was of little though admittedly some interest to him. The majority of the woman being shown were of little interest to him. He was a renowned demon hunter, one who sought out and killed those vile beings of the night. His hair was dark, almost pitch black even. His skin pale as a full moon, perfectly smooth save for a scar or two hidden under his fine clothing. His eyes red, an almost crimson color, giving him the appearance of that which he hunted. In truth it was something gained through certain rituals and potions his, to put him on more even footing with what he hunted. He wore an elegant but simple outfit. A three piece suit, all black with a white undershirt, nothing fancy at all, though reinforced quite a bit just in case he had to fight. Seeing that last girl get sold, the fearful rabbit of a girl only appealed to the lowest of the low tastes. The auction was technically voluntary, but only the desperate came to them. As much as he was someone who hunted monsters to protect the innocent, he wasn't such a samaritan to help everyone out of every situation. Sipping his drink, the next girl was announced. And he nearly spilled it, a detector. Those were rare, and of the blood of nephilim, of the angels. That was quite valuable indeed. He took note of her sense of humor, but it did not draw the appreciation from him that it did the rest of the crowd, he had focused on her ability first and foremost. Though the virgin comment did interest him somewhat. Part of his altered nature speaking out to him. He sat back, the bidding continuing to rise, quickly reaching the 29,000 mark, albeit once it had passed 27,000 it had slowed from its initial meteoric rise. He paused, considering things, and then he input an amount into his chair, instantly raising it from the amount from before by over a thousand again to 31,000. Of course it wasn't the only person who took interest now, as a couple of the other big sharks made a big raise here and there, soon soaring her up to 35,000. She had risen to a respectable level already, higher than the expectation. And if she knew how to work things she could potentially get even higher. The hunter hadn't made another bid yet, he didn't look particularly worried either, but he most certainly seemed interested having leaned forward with his finger on the bidding panel, considering his next bid.
Thread: Demon Hunting Trio (ShinseiDrayga & Emmie)

RE Demon Hunting Duo ShinseiDrayga Emmie Something was off in the crowd. Not a demon, but.related in some undecipherable way. As Brynn smiled and waved and blew kisses, her eyes raked the crowd, searching. She found him in the back. Looking cool and calm, red eyes, black hair. Not a demon, buttainted. Her naked flesh prickled, her smile faltering. But she recovered so swiftly few noticed the lapse. Behind her the auctioneers pleased voice boomed. We have a special surprise for you tonight. Next up is. Brynns head swung toward the auctioneer in surprise. Her own auction wasnt done. Why was the auctioneer introducing the next girl? .Adelaide Gable, elder cousin of the pretty Brynn by a year. These girls are a package deal. Brynn gasped at both the words of the auctioneer and her cousins warm wet tongue that slid up her spine. She would have turned, but Addys arms wrapped around her, she felt warm full breasts pressing against her back as Addy cradled Brynns breasts in her palms. You didnt think I would let you do this alone, did you, Brynn? Addys teased her in a whisper, smiling as the crowd roared in appreciation. The bids were flying in fast now, well surpassing Brynns high hopes of 40,000. And the auctioneer was still going. Where Brynns hair was long and brown, Addys was short and a deep auburn, cut in a cute bob that always had the freshly-fucked look, touseled and mussy. Her eyes were a piercing green, resembling a cats eyes. .and must be kept together during the contract time. Adelaide is an animalis magum, freshly graduated from Deltons School of Animal Wizadry. She specializes in animorphing. Brynn shivered as Addys soft hairy tail coiled around her leg, sliding up her inner thigh and flicking between her legs. Showoff. She muttered, and heard Addys low giggle behind her. Most of the time Addy looked perfectly human, but she loved nothing better than to shift into various animal forms, or parts of those forms like the tail now stroking her pussy. Brynn wiggled her hips to the delight of the crowd. a delightful pair for a lucky winner. The bid is now at 68.000 direts. 69,000 for this lovely pair of girls.. Addy pranced out from behind Brynn, her tail disappearing, visually growing shorter and shorter until it was gone. Addy was a few inches shorter than Brynn, a tiny little thing with pert little breasts and a plump round ass that she promptly shook at the crowd as went to her tippy toes, skimming Brynns lips with her own. The two girls then shifted to stand side by side, their arms wrapped around each other. Addy rested her head on Brynns shoulder. 75,000.75,000.going once..going twice.