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RE Flassches house of perversion. MF, MM, MO TABOO Everything society frowns upon. The Salt Twins. See more The Salt Twins Two hearts of salt two souls of fire. Two kindred spirits twins in desire. Born on the same day two curses from above. Lives forever entwined a fate without love. So they grew together, yet quickly torn apart. A single dream, hope and pride, imbedded in each heart. So hails the bringing of the Salt twins, destroyers of the green. Taken from the scripture of Estial Trestor. First servant of the High king of Ehtorias. Wielder of the sanguine quill Thirteenth age, twelfth year. As with all things in this word, there had to be a beginning. The tall youth that that was licking a minor cut barely remembered his beginning. His current life was that of struggle, death and as always the salt. The only constant thing in his life was salt. Today marked his twenty third name day, one he celebrated by sacrificing iron to the salt god. No such religion existed in the known world, yet he and his kind had taken up to praying to one. No one knew why sense of purpose perhaps? Or simply boredom. Lance simply did it because it felt right. There had to be more in life than a salt desert that did not end. He and his brethren were officially part of the southern frontier Guard division. They themselves called it the Endless watch. From their main base one could see for hundreds of leagues in all direction, only spotting the tops of the rock borders in the north. If you were wanted, sentenced to death, a bastard or simply one of the insane, you were quickly recruited to the honorary post of Watcher. He himself was raised in this desolate place, ever since the age of twelve. As soon as he could hold a weapon, he was deemed ready for the post. He did not like the position, nor did he despise it. He simply knew only the endless watch. When the order came for him to return north, to the ever green fields, he was hesitant. Suddenly deeply buried memories came back from his past. He did not know why, yet his gaze went towards the North West. The kingdom of Ehtorias was simply put perfect. Its northern borders were completely isolated by mountains, to the west an torturous ocean and its south was a never ending salt desert. The only safe entry way in was through the east, one constantly guarded and fortified by the Kings army. Yet the kingdom was not known simply because it could be well defended, no, the kingdom was heaven itself. Never ending green fields, rich soils and the most exotic plants and wild game. Throughout the kingdoms life a single bloodline has been burdened by the task of safekeeping and protecting this perfect land. The Ehtorians, owning their name by their constant service and sacrifice to this perfect land. Their bloodline had always been strong, constantly having numerous daughters and sons to protect this land. It was the tenth age, one with little bloodshed so far. The current king Robertus Trees Ehtorian had been ruling for twenty years so far, keeping the eastern countries easily at by, ye keeping traffic and commerce constantly open. The green clerics prayed to the heavens and received word of their salvation, nine months a son was born. The young boy was everything the country represented, calm, trusting and fair. The priests quickly decided it would be the salvation of the country and the continuation of a perfect rule. Prince heir and future ruler of the Ehtorian dynasty, Birus sempervirens Ehtorian. Yet the priests were plagued with dark and troubling visions five years later. A storm of red blood rained down on the lands while salt infected the earth, draining and corrupting the very soil itself. Nine months later was a black day. The current queen died while giving birth to twins. The delivery had been hard and lengthy, in the end she barely had enough life left to hold them in her arms before she was taken to the earth. The priests informed the king of the dark fate surrounding these children, even insisting that these children were darkness opposite he light. Struck with grief and love for his wife, the King disregarded the Priests, insisting that these children were his wifes final gift to the world of men. So for twelve years these twins were raised as one of the noble blood, learning how to live and behave as proper noblemen and women. Yet unlike their perfect older brother, these children were different. Quick to anger and stuffed with pride, they sought out conflict like a magnet attracting iron. They fought against children from all stations, preferably a few years older. Yet, nothing excited them more when they fought against each other. Boy and girl, sacred twins, they fought each other like banshees. The only thing that kept each other from going at each others throats was a direct command of the king. The fires of passion were simply too strong for these children. No such gift nor burden should be placed upon a living person, let alone two. No one in the world would ever understand or fully love a being like this. At his final days of rule the king was becoming more and more alert of the nature of these twins. At their twelfth age he decided to protect his kingdom for the last time, signing a royal order of banishment. The young prince would be send to the endless desert while the young princess would be sent to the forbidden sea. Both would grow up in the army or navy, learning the ways of the military and receiving the burden of protecting these lands. While the young prince became a legend in the south, the desert wraith or simply the salt prince, his twin sister would be known as the sea witch or salt princess. Even in banishment and exile these two found a way to compete against each other, not knowing how tightly their strings of fate were intertwined. When the king died, leaving his twenty eight year old heir as the next king. The kingdom wept from both sorrow and joy, seeing as how great a new king would take the place of the last. The first order of the new king was the return of his siblings, deciding that kinship mattered above all else. Little did the new king new why his father had banished them in the first place. -Four weeks later- Dear brother, I hope this letter reaches you in safety. To long our blood been spilled in the southern wastes and the western seas. It warms me and saddens me to inform you that I, Birus sempervirens Ehtorian, am now rightful king to the Ehtorian kingdom. As my first act of king I hereby release you to from your bonds of warfare and come back home, as well as your sister. Too long have we been without the embrace of another. Join me in the green lands as I greet you as blood. Birus sempervirens Ehtorian, High king of Ehtorian, Keeper of the royal seat. The letter was crumpled and showed wear and tear on the edges. To many times he had read the letter, seconds later violently stuffing it back into his pockets. Four weeks since that blasted letter, four weeks since the command to return home came here. It wasnt that he hated his brother, nor did he really like him, it as what he wrote in the letter. He knew his older brother was heir and would rule the kingdom one day, yet he had secretly hoped all these years that his sister would have drowned. He shook his head once more before he stuffed the letter back into his pocket once more. He sighed as he peered out of the window, seeing the lush green lands, the farmers working their plows and herding their animals. A peaceful could sit and watch this picture for decades, finding peace and comfort. Lance himself thought it was too quiet, seeing as he was raised in the southern waist. There was always something going on, sandstorms that would simply sear the flesh of your bones, strange creatures that carried poisons, the southern barbarians that never seemed to run out of men to throw at you, and the salt always was there the salt. He let his hand run over his now smooth jaw, finding it strange that the hair that had once marked him as a man was now gone. His long grey, almost silvery hair, was now cut short. He slid his eyelids over his bright grey eyes, finding the notion of looking good as childish. When he had received word of his brother he had packed his things and simply walked towards his former home. Four over three weeks he had traveled alone, making great time and distance, when he was spotted by the royal army. So mere hours later he was almost forced into a luxurious carriage filled with grooms and physicians. His 6 feet tall frame was already aching to get out, yet he knew he would only disappoint his brother. He liked that quality of himself, to always try and do the right thing. He considered himself a good man, for all that was worth. So when the carriage stopped and horns started blowing, he forced open the carriage door and stepped out. The man was tall and muscular, yet in a slender way, like a snake curled up to strike. His skin had a deep tan, something that was strange in the green lands. He was garbed in a fine cut, expensive dark silk, the sleeves adorned with silver. He kept his jaw locked in place as he made his way towards the royal palace. To the side men with trumpets, horns and drums stood at attention, seconds away from joyfully bursting into song at the return of a High blood. Lance simply strode past them with his long legs as his gaze shifted from left to right, daring anyone the make a sound. Hed rather face a drunken stupor than hear this lot playing. Malefemale, Culture difference, Deep plot, Incest, Forbidden desires, Court intrigue, Drama, Bloodshed, Power play, Fate. The Grey Notebook. See more The Grey Note brings out soul's darkest secrets and desires. It can sense within a person a hidden darkness in the smallest corner of their soul. With every name written in this plain notebook a life is changed, innocent or not, dead or alive. Throughout the ages the book had been used countless times, often resulting in myth and legends. Witches, wizards, shamans and holy men were created from this very book, mistaking magic for something else that was supernatural. An example was Merlin, a wizard who had used the book to change mens heart, shaping a powerful and righteous nation, yet even he had succumbed to depravity and insanity, using the book finally to kill his enemies. Willing to do anything to achieve his divine vision, while letting nothing and no one get in his way, he changed the world. Now with full possession of the horrific and alluring book, sitting by the window, Lance gazed at the Grey Note. He wondered, fascinated by the idea of a supernatural book in existence. He imagined how men claimed and controlled their victim's fate just by writing their name down. The night grew cold and deadly silent. The wind blew gently flipping the white pages of the grey note. Lance leaned in closer, surprised to find something visible. Words. Instructions, to be specific. They were faded as if someone had tried to erase them. The book itself looks like an old tomb, leather-bound with a wooden spine, giving off a smell generations worth of old dust. Dabbling in Latin he decides to translate the instructions, quickly discovering it to be a set of rules. 1. The human whose name is written in this note will obey the effect even when the effect is unwanted 2. A human cannot be commanded to act out certain things, only an effect can be specified. 14. This order will not take effect unless the writer has the subject's face in their mind when writing hisher name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected. 15. If the effect is written within 60 seconds of writing the subject's name, it will happen. 16. After writing the effect, the details of the effect should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds. These five rules were quickly translated, offering him a little chuckle. Could this simply be ancient pulp or some book written by a delusional old fool? He had read up on history quite a lot, being his favorite subject. This however sounded so. Unnatural It even made him smile. A rare sighting these last few years. Deciding to give it a shot, seeing as he had nothing to lose, he decided to pick a human. A second later he had found the perfect candidate, his relative! Remembering every rule carefully he penned down the words. He could not order his relative anything only give the craving of it. He imagined it would be like a sort of rash. You could ignore it, even block it from your mind if you willed it, yet the rash would tug at your subconscious to scratch it. He penned the full name before hesitating. Now what? He needed an effect. His mind wandered off, coming up with all sorts of effects that could happen. Be extra nice to him would no doubt not work, seeing that would change ones personality. Grinning he began to write, knowing a subtle way of finding out if it was true. --- Will feel the need to compliment people who have blue eyes. He hoped he had written it, making sure it seemed more like an effect than an actual command. His relative would only feel the need of it, not feel compelled to do so. He sighed as he closed the book and placed it underneath his bed before walking downstairs. MotherSon, Auntnephew, Older sisterYounger brother, Twins, Younger brotherOlder brother, Younger sisterolder brother, Daughterfather, SonFather,Older female, Younger male, Family, Age gap, Mind persuasion, plot, psychological warfare The battle princes See more The two brothers were a sight to behold. On the battle fields they were the gods of death. The eldest was a tall male with thick ropy muscles and dark brown hair. His golden sun struck skin was still without any scars, even after ten years of combat. His signature weapon was the tall broadsword he carried. On many battle fields he had been seen splitting many a foe in twain. The younger brother was almost an exact copy of his brother, if only shorter and younger. He had the same color of hair, yet he kept his shorter. His weapon of choice was the spear, earning him the nick name of lance. For many years the two brothers led the army of their father to glory. Their once small kingdom was now the strongest in the continent. The eldest was crowned prince heir, while the youngest would be the next marshal of the imperial forces. In the last battle for dominance, the two brothers led a small force of horsemen in a skirmish. The neighboring village pleaded the eldest brother to stop the fighting, seeing as it would surely spread to the village. Ignoring them he led the charge. The village did not survive the onslaught. As the party left the village a single woman blocked their path. She was bleeding from a fatal wound. In her last moments of life she cursed the eldest brother. That was two years ago. A lot has happened. The youngest brother is now the heir. The eldest brother explained to the public how he had decided to live as a warrior and not as a king. He would be the body guard of his younger brother. The public was not aware of the real truth. The curse had slowly turned the once proud brother into a female. He still had the same features, the muscular and tall build, the skill with the sword and the sun beaten skin. Yet he was female now, the king had lost a son and did not recognize the mutant that was now his daughter. The younger brother was all that stood between his now sister and his father. The mutant could live if she served the younger brother. I would be playing as the younger brother. He secretly harbored a grudge towards the elder brother. He was heir, while the youngest would serve?. Now that things had changed, he was going to let his new sister serve him. To the public she still had to act like she was a male. Dressing in armor, fighting battles, yet when she was alone with her younger brother, she had to serve. BrotherSister, Incest, Muscular female, Fighting, Medieval, Risk of pregnancy, Cross-dressing, Older female younger male, Heavy plot and character development Revolving around several years. I dare ya! See more He was sitting in the back of the SUV as his folks where driving. He had just done some paperwork on his and was desperate for some relaxation time. His younger sibling was sitting on the bed in the back of the SUV with the curtains closed. He opened it and let himself inside. It was a bit cramped but he managed to find a spot opposite from his younger sibling. He wanted to close his eyes and doze off. Hey bro.. want to play a game? He opened his eyes and noticed his younger sibling smiling bright... Come on bro.. Lets play truth or dare He shook his head and tried to catch some sleep, but siblings can be persistent. BrotherSibling, Older maleyounger partner, innocent, Bluffing, Sneaky sex, family, age gaps Engineering his revenge See more A woman of thirty has been unhappy, stressed lately. Her marriage was going through a rough patch. Plus, sex with her husband had lost its zest, become rote. So in a moment of pique, she has an affair, several affairs. The setting for this role play takes place in the Twenty-Third century. Her husband conceives of a demonic revenge. He clones his wife and using advanced technology re-creates his wife at her current age with most of her memories, but the personality of the clone is shifted just enough that she is his version of the ideal wife. He then drugs his real-wife and inserts a chip in her that establishes her as the clone, not his new improved wife. He then clouds her vision so that she is effectively blind. Its a reversible process, but it takes a while. He numbs her vocal cords so that she cannot speak. Again, the numbing will wear off in a matter of time, but for the moment, she is silenced. He and his wifes younger brother had always had a good relationship. One of their running jokes was how the nineteen year old would do his sister if given the opportunity. It was said in a joking, youre so lucky to have my sister as your wife kind of tone. But both understood, the boy wasnt exactly joking either. Unfortunately, the husband had found out that the younger brother knew his sister was cheating on him. So he wasnt exactly thrilled with either family member any longer. The younger brother was no slacker. In fact, he was rather brilliant though not exactly social. He had completed university at a young age and had won a spot on a prestigious scientific expedition. He would basically be in space for a number of years conducting important, experiments. The husband stopped by just before the boy was scheduled to leave. He said, Look, I know during the mission you are granted a sex-doll clone to service you while youre out in space. He leaned forward and in a man-to-man tone, he continued. I took the liberty of changing your order slightly. If it creeps you out, I can change it back. But I arranged for your sex-doll to have the same physical appearance as your sister. He laughed. Shell never know, because if either of us told her, shed kill us. But what can it hurt. This is your chance to do anything you want, because its a clone and they have no rights. The husband doesnt confess that the clone is actually his sister or that he arranged it so she could not see and would be blind. The clone the boy has been granted indeed looks very much like his sister, with a few alterations. BrotherSister, forced incest, age gap, Sight, speech and hearing deprivation, Younger maleolder female, rape, risk of pregnancy or pregnancy, and other perversions All hail the king. See more All hail the king The youths grin visibly wide on his face as thousands of men in arms and several hundred Knights kneel down in front of the new proclaimed king. The royal red mantel hangs on the youths tall frame, slowly swaying from side to side as he stands up, his sword raised up to the sky. The old king has fallen, But he shall forever be imprinted in our minds as the brave and noble ruler he was His deep voice was hard and steadfast. The nobles and commoners alike shout out the name of the new king as he waves to the masses. The truth was that the old king died crying like a little bitch, as the rat poison crept further in his veins. After a small bag of gold slipped from the youths royal fingers, the cause of death was quickly decided Natural causes Now Lancius Verdius the Third, former heir, and now 34th ruler of the empire has an hard task ahead of him, ruling and empire and strengthening the bloodline. Because of my his fathers old age of 42, he has left his son and his daughters as his only children. His wife, the queen of 36, is now a widow. The youth stalked the hall, a wolfish grin visible on his face, stopping in front of his mothers chambers. Softly the youth whispers Why look for a new queen when the old is right in front of me. MotherSon, Older female, Younger male, Family, Age gap, Rape, Forced obedience, impregnation, inbreeding The bonds of family. See more It's been tough for her raising a baby boy all on your own. For most of his early years she was away from home all the time, working hard to afford what little she could offer the young child. Even though a living fairly poor, she tries to raise him as an responsible adult and kindhearted person. Due to their cramped living condition they sometimes had to share the same room, and even sleep in the same bed. Suffice to say the two of them forged a strong family bond. Now that the young boy is turning into a young man, new elements are introduced into the family, and events are testing this once tight bond to its full limits. How much can a mother love her son, and how far is she willing to keep this loving family together. MotherSon, Older female, Younger male, Family, Age gap, innocent vs experience, confused male Camping with the Aunt See more Its been seven years since the youths mother died from pneumonia, it was a hard time for his dad since he had to raise three young boys all by himself. The youngest teen is regularly picked on by his brother, as all older brothers do. The father worries a bit about the boys life, not having a female figure in his life. The father asks his sister in law to help out. Being a health nut and a climber, she quickly decides to go out on a camping trip. Just him and his aunt, living in the wilderness. Soon the teen gets a nice tan and some well-deserved aching muscles, as the duo set up camp in a small forest. All seems well, the youth is even starting to enjoy himself, when a sudden rainfall sweeps away most of the supplies, forcing them to run for cover. Now they are sitting in a small tent, soaking wet, waiting for the rain to stop. With wet clothing and only one sleeping bag, what could go wrong. Auntnephew, Older female, Younger male, fit female, Family, Age gap