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Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

As Rhiannon was teased and probed by the monster's cold fingers the Necromancer smiled. Not so much at the display, but at the girl's efforts. She had actually begun on the path to true control, the fact she could influence the spells while distracted was a sign of her potential. She was almost disappointed when she buckled at the last moment, but in fact she was impressed that Rhiannon seemed to understand the risk involved. Not that it would have made the slightest difference. True she could have cut the control of the beast and removed the magic animating the corpse. But then she would still be bound and the beast would just fall like a puppet that had it's strings cut. Nothing would have prevented the Enchantress from simply reanimating it, just like nothing prevented her from calling upon any of the dozen bodies buried nearby. But all of her efforts had severed her connections to the Beast, and the direct connection to the Necromancer. She sighed at the loss and strengthened her connection to the zombie. She would need to take a more direct route now. You'll find I can get away with anything if I so desire, she explained, I no longer feel you are mature enough to be allowed to roam as you please, given your power, so you need to be killed, or tamed, I choose to tame you, if you prefer the alternative let me know. It was time to really teach the lesson now. Sending through the image she saved from before the beast withdrew it's fingers and crouched behind Rhiannon. It's cold fingers took hold of her hips and held her steady as it lined up the tip of it's long, thick, cold cock at her virgin pussy.
Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

Her mind was spinning in circles, searching through her knowledge of spells and magic for some solution to her predicament. The stroking of her warm folds by the beast made it exceptionally difficult to concentrate and she had expended almost all her energy on that last effort, but she didn't dare give up. The alternative was unacceptable. I'll not be tamed! I am no pet! she cried, and shook her head at the Necromancer's words. And you won't kill me either. You must release me! As she finished, her voice was shaking. Whether from fear and doubt finally gripping her, or from the subtle tremors caused by the brushes to her sensitive regions, it was unclear. When the zombie stopped the stroking of her pussy, Rhiannon let out a ragged sigh. Perhaps it was over? But she knew better. She felt him grip her hips with his strong hands, one of them still sticky from the little bit of moisture she had leaked. Then, her breath hitched as she felt the cool, fleshy bulb of his member pressed close to her warmth. Her hot, damp entrance twitched slightly at the sudden presence, its slight wetness glistening. It seemed slightly more eager than it's owner, having been teased quite a bit already. The girl swallowed hard, eyes wide. This was really going to happen, wasn't it? The creature was going to take her, right here, right now, in the middle of the forest, while this wicked woman watched. Never in her life had she imagined someone could bind her and hold her at their mercy so completely. It simply could not be! Suddenly, her whole body shook and she jerked and strained to break free, arching her back and digging her fingers into the dirt. No! she said, thrashing about and shaking her head so that her violet hair was tossed about wildy. No! No! No!
Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

You will be made to realize that you are not the most powerful person to walk this realm, that potential and talent isn't enough to get whatever you want, the necromancer explained, And you will realize that your life is in my hands and no amount of childish screaming will change that fact. The mistress sat in her throne, watching dispassionately as she sent the next command. The beast having guided the tip of it's cock to rest at her opening was set to task. It's cold fingers held her hips still as his thrust forward with unstoppable force. The long, cool shaft ripped through her hymen as it thrust to the hilt in her virgin pussy. Drawing out and pumping in hard the beast started it's job. The pace was hard, fast and brutal, the enchantress watched with a pursed lip. Truthfully she had not wanted for this to happen, nor did she enjoy the sight before her. But the brutality was required to ensure Rhiannon learned her lesson.
Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

Shutting her eyes against the necromancer's words, Rhiannon tried to concentrate. There had to be something she could do. But no thought or spell sprang to mind. Not the most powerful in the realm? Perhaps no, but she'd always managed before. This time would be different, it seemed. Her luck had finally run out. Her throat tightened in fear and rage and she was flying into a full blown panic. Her heart was beating fast and she was hyperventilating in the cool air. No, she protested between breaths. You can't do this to me. You ca- Then her voice caught in her throat, dark eyes flying wide open in shock as she felt the zombie enter her. His head pushed forcefully past her tight entrance and the plunged further without pause, ripping her painfully open and filling her with his shaft. Her mouth hung open in shock, rosy lips trembling and moving as if to speak, but no sound came out. His advancing member tore through that fleshy barrier of her virginity, sending a sharp pain rocketing up her abdomen and causing her to break her silence and cry out. When he was so far in that tears were streaming from her eyes, she felt him begin to pull back, her fresh blood surely staining the cold, wicked member. Her body shuddered, relieved at the invader's retreat. It made the sudden, powerful thrust back insider her all the more shocking to her raw passage, and she screamed. Each subsequent thrust after that elicited new cries of pain and rage as he began pounding her roughly. After one especially guttural scream, she looked up briefly to see the necromancer watching from her throne and gritted her teeth. Then and there, she resolved not to cry out anymore and clenched her fists. At least she could deny her the satisfaction of seeing her pain. Tears still trickled down her cheeks, her pussy aching from the raw thrusting, but only the occasional groan issued from the girl. M-make. Him. St-stop. she managed to gasp and grunt between thrusts.
Thread: Across the Endless Sands (Collector of Rarities x NobodysAngel80)

RE Across the Endless Sands Prince Reza was simultaneously excited and nervous for the festival. His father's passing had been hard on him, but it had fortunately happened during a very stable time and the slow transition of Reza taking his father's place had been easy and painless. While his mother ruled for the past year, Reza was introduced to diplomats from allied nations and appraised of the current political situation. With his training now complete, he was now ready to take the crown at the end of the festival. Prince Reza was a young man in his early twenties with black hair that stopped just above his shoulders, brilliant blue eyes and a neatly trimmed goatee which accented his strong jawline handsomly. He had lightly tanned skin from Kashtua's radiant sun and his body had the musculature of someone who regularly practiced with a sword. He presently wore a red tunic with gold, vine-like patterns sewn into it, a pair of beige trousers an a pair of finely crafted sandals. Reza had a very expressive face and wasn't in the habit of hiding his emotions the sorrow he had felt at the loss of his father had been so plainly written on his face that it was said to have infected anyone he encountered for several days after the king passed. Right now, though, Reza wore a look of eager anticipation as he walked into the ballroom and took his seat. There was no mystery as to where Reza was supposed to sit. Several honored guests were given chairs and stools to sit on, but most people were forced to stand. Prince Reza, soon to be King Reza, however, had an ornate chair waiting for him right in front of the dancers he was obviously being given the best seat in the house. Reza had heard about this particular dance troupe before and had even seen them perform once when he was younger. He had fond memories of that performance, although he couldn't remember much about the actual dances themselves. He had given specific instructions for the troupe to pick their own dances he knew that they would put together an excellent show when they were given full creative control. The jugglers, acrobats and magicians had all been wonderful diversions, but many considered the dancers to be the day's main act. Reza took a moment to settle into his chair and then, with a silent imperious nod, he signaled for the performance to begin.
Thread: Across the Endless Sands (Collector of Rarities x NobodysAngel80)

To say Reza was impressed by the performance was an understatement he was entranced by Inaya. The other dancers didn't even register to him he had eyes only for the fiery-haired beauty leading the performance. Granted, almost everyone in the room was just as entranced as the soon-to-be-king, but they did not have the unique position that Reza did. He was not just royalty, he was the king in all but title, and many people would be more than willing to overlook that small technicality to get on his good side. So, as Reza watched Inaya dance, he slowly came to realize that he was in a position to actually do something about the overwhelming desire he felt for her. He was king, after all, and a king got what he wanted. So, once the first performance ended and the dancers began mingling, Reza waved a servant over and gave him a message to deliver to Inaya. Inaya's conversation with the leader of the troupe was interrupted by the sound of a young boy clearing his throats. It was one of the servants, looking officious, if a bit nervous. Inaya was a gorgeous woman, after all, and the lad looked like he'd only recently come of age. King Reza requests your company, Miss, said the boy, doing his best to sound confident. He knew that he didn't have a chance with Inaya, especially since the king had his eye on her, but that didn't mean he couldn't brag to the other servants about having talked to her. He does not wish to disturb your performance, but he would enjoy your company at your earliest convenience.
Thread: Across the Endless Sands (Collector of Rarities x NobodysAngel80)

No one was more surprised than Inaya when the young boy came to deliver the king's summons. Summons was perhaps not the right word to use more of a request but the command was underlying and unmistakable. She glanced towards the leader of the troupe, who raised his eyebrows but nodded. Go, Inaya. The other dances can be lead by Kouri, the king has requested your presence. He looked a bit concerned about the summons, but it could be both a great boon or a dangerous situation depending upon the king's reasoning for summoning her to attend him. Inaya inclined her head politely to the young boy and smiled. Very well. I am of course at the king's disposal. Please, show me to him. She waited for the boy to lead her through the crowds, feeling a bit uncertain of herself but keeping her face carefully composed and calm. She was led through the other attendees and to the dais where the king's throne sat, with the king himself upon it. When she reached the dais, she bowed deeply, keeping her eyes lowered demurely so as to appear appropriately respectful to the young man who was to be crowned soon. Your Majesty, it is an honor to be allowed to perform in your palace for your guests. How may I be of service to you? She asked, keeping her face downcast until given permission to rise. The other dancers were mingling through the crowd and dancing in small groups or pairs, some of the more advanced girls doing solo performances for groups of rapt admirers. She was certain there was time to find out what the king might wish of her before time for the next large group set piece or her own solo dance. That was planned for later in the evening, though if the king had any sort of special requests, it would of course take precedence.
Thread: Trans Looking for Top Male (Will Accept Females Writing as Males) UPDATED 13/8/13

Charlie sounds like a lovely character, the plots are varied, and the f-list is for in my opinion the tasteful trap it's just a shame some of the plots I wanted are taken. A free bump, anyway.
Thread: {The light shone in darkness: and the darkness comprehend it not.}

How odd, a voice cut in on their conversation, seemingly coming from nowhere, It is rare for anyone to be able to sense my presence unless I wish it. There was a wavering in the air on a tree limb across the glade that the pair were in and a male was suddenly revealed to be standing there, moving his left hand away from his belt. Simultaneously his presence rolled out from him, a darkness the depths of which was hard to fathom. Moros stepped off the branch, which was easily forty feet above the ground, but landed as it had been a mere four inches from it. The man looked across the glade at the Jedi, smiling and spoke softly, his voice almost silky as it flowed forth, You really are a lost cause old one. If she had listened to her emotions she would have been prepared. Not that it would have mattered. The Sith's maroon robes flapped slightly as he walked toward them slowly, stopping halfway across the open expanse. He was fairly tall, standing just a shade under two meters. He considered them both a small smirk upon his lips. Moros had only arrived on the planet two days before, surprised that any Jedi were here at all. He would have left without exposing himself to them if he had not felt a surge of intense anger from one of them. It had been far, far too tempting. Now he stood before them, studying them both for awhile before his eyes fixed on her. I can feel your anger, feel your disgust in him, the Sith said to her with a cool smile upon his lips before he added, It is not misplaced. The old man is a fool and leading you down a path that you are not meant for. Greater things await you then what he is offering. Kolath moved then, interposing himself between his padawan and the Sith, his hand at his sides. He speaks falsehoods to you my padawan, the old man stated bluntly, his eyes narrowing on his foe. You are not welcome here pretender. The Sith have been destroyed, expunged from the universe. You will not fool either of us nor tempt us down your path! Moros rolled his eyes at that and sighed, Spare me. I have heard the denials. In the end they mean nothing. He had converted over a score of Jedi in his life, so he knew all to well of what he spoke. Granted there were far more then he had not converted, but it did not matter, for they were not longer alive. It was a stark choice he offered to those who came into his care, but that was the way of the universe, it was a struggle for survival. If they were foolish enough to turn away from that, to let their haughty and idiotic ideals be worth more to them then themselves, then who was he to deny them? Of course he had no intention whatsoever of trying with the old man, he was worthless to Moros. No, he wanted the girl, plain and simple.
Thread: Maid's Service (feirharte7XJason In Roleplay)

I walked into my Master's bedroom, carrying a tray with breakfast and juice. The breakfast was cinnamon rolls, eggs, bacon, and toast. Which I cooked for him just now. Technically, he's not my master. I call him either that, or sir. I've been his maid for going on seven months now. I set the tray on his table, then went to his side, and touched his shoulder, waking him up. Good morning, sir, I say in a slightly loud voice. Breakfast is served. As he wakes up, I bow before him, my hands on my dress as I curtsy.
Thread: Maid's Service (feirharte7XJason In Roleplay)

The smell of freshly-cooked food was enough to wake James up as he stirred a bit. He wasn't one for mornings which having a maid around made a little easier. She could do everything that he simply couldn't get to until he was fully awake. He turned over from his side, untangling from his sheets as he glanced over at his newly-hired maid. She was very pretty, and very obedient. It was nice to have that around the place. The older maid gave him a hard time most of the time and honestly, didn't want to be there half of the time. He wasn't one with patience. He sat up, smiling weakly as he ran a hand through his hair. 'Morning. He said in a rougher voice as he cleared his throat and started to become alert of his surroundings. Thank you. This smells good. He said to her with a sense of praise. Were there any missed phone calls? He asked, immediately after. Sometimes there were occasional calls that he'd ignore in the mornings in order to get some rest. OOC What's your character's name?
Thread: Maid's Service (feirharte7XJason In Roleplay)

Peylee smiled at him as he said morning. She always liked the way he looked in the morning, hair disheveled, eyes sleepy. He was adorable. Grown man, yes, but very cute as he awoke. It was not to be compared to seeing him in a dark suit, because that sight took her breath away. She blushed as she thought of the latest fantasy she'd had about James. She thought about bathing him. Her cheeks turned red as she thought about it again. You're very welcome, sir. I hope you will enjoy it. She answered him immediately, never one to linger over important details. Yes, there were a few, Peylee replied. A John Santos called about a stock that went down in a country in Eastern Europe, though which country he wouldn't specify. And your old maid called to say she was suing you, yet again. Peylee hid a laugh, and a smile, by turning to James' tray and pouring the juice from the pitcher into his cup. The previous maid to work for her master, some old woman that was very mean, from what he'd told her. He'd only ever paid her the wages she was due, which wasn't much, because her work was inadequate. Peylee kept the house spotless, the clothes neatly washed and hung, the kitchen always smelling good, and everything perfectly in it's place. She had no desire for her master to ever be displeased with her work.
Thread: Maid's Service (feirharte7XJason In Roleplay)

There was a subtle eye roll from James as he heard her second statement of the second message. Great, again. He was ready to just pay off this past maid to get it over with. Some women... At least Peylee was a lot of help. She was great in all that she did, and she always took the extra step to keep things in order. He needed that around here. He put a finger under the girl's chin lifting her eyes to his carefully as he looked at her as if searching- in all honesty, he was just admiring those lips- and sometimes that smart mouth. He had images daily of what he'd aspire to do to them. You are very appreciated. He told her. There were multiple meanings to his statement but he finally dropped his hand and started to eat his breakfast. He didn't eat much, though. He didn't have much of an apatite this morning. Why don't you take a break for now? I have to turn to the office for some important work. He said to her as he moved the tray aside and got up. He was only wearing silk pj pants. No shirt- and hair a complete mess. Peylee was the only one who had seen him like this. He didn't really date, and he rarely brought the occasional girl over. He didn't like being in a relationship- it wasn't for him. He could never have control and James was the kind of guy who always needed to be in control.
Thread: Maid's Service (feirharte7XJason In Roleplay)

Peylee noticed James rolled his eyes. She'd do anything around here to make his burdens lighter. Though she was his maid, she'd grown to care for him in a personal way. She liked seeing him happy, and liked it especially when she could see him this way. He really was a sexy man, and she got a strange satisfaction from knowing that she could take care of him. James didn't know it, but she'd fallen in love with him during the time she'd been here. Peylee's breath caught as he lifted her chin, looking at her much too carefully. She liked this, too. She blushed as he complimented her. She breathed again as he dropped his hand, and began to eat. James seemed to be saying something else in his mind, something that didn't echo his actual words. Yes, sir. Thanks you, sir, Peylee said, curtsying again when he suggested she take a break. She picked up the tray, and was about to leave as James got up. As she looked over at him, her mouth suddenly went dry, seeing his bare chest. Peylee wondered for perhaps the thousandth time why he was single. She'd never seen a woman here in all the time she'd been here. Not that it bothered her. It would have bothered her if he had a girlfriend, she thought to herself. For she'd always had hope that he'd see her that way. A girl can dream, she thought. Have a good day at the office, sir, she said, moving towards the door, but still watching him, thinking how good he looked.
Thread: Chains of Gossamer ~ Ashiaka & AlureNova

Seraphina sighed, running her hand through her mid-back length white hair. This rune just wasn't working and she wasn't entirely sure why. With a frustrated huff, the sorceress stands, knocking her chair over. Approaching the third story balcony, she leans against the door, observing the city she claims as home, hoping to cool her temper. Xeria, a kingdom that was once little more than a speck of dirt compared to the majesty of Benova. Dirt hovels as far as the eye could see, withering crops, and a crumbling castle. It was truly a pathetic site. But to set eyes upon it now, one would never suspect such a grand realm had such... humble beginnings. Paved roads, architecturally sound buildings made of timber and stone, grand gardens and productive farms, and a lavish, yet not ostentatious, castle. No, one would never believe such a change could occur so quickly. It had, however, and the neighboring kingdoms had noticed, and were quite baffled. How could such a poor realm go from rags to riches in less than a decade? Seraphina couldn't help but smirk at the thought. It was her doing, her that brought life to the dying sovereignty. She had immediately sought out the destitute king after her Ascension. For if she, a young, recently ascended sorceress, could bring life to such a sorry country, well... it prove her strength in the very patriarchal society of magi. Closing her eyes, the the young woman recalled the day she informed the Council it was her doing. They had laughed at her. And when she had provided evidence, they had stricken her from the society. For they could not have a young sorceress accredited with such success, for it was unthinkable, blasphemous. Seraphina growled low in her throat, pale gold eyes blazing with magic as she threw a wave of flame at her desk, her rage getting the best of her. Rubbing her temples, she waved her hand at the flames, dousing them. So much for calming my temper, She mutters softly to herself. As she decides to return to her runes, a commotion from below catches her ear. Heading to onto her balcony, she leans over the railing, hearing the angry calls of the citizens. Tilting her head slightly, the sorceress recalls the king mentioning something about capturing warriors from a neighboring kingdom after a brief battle. Taking a moment to deliberate, she decides that even a barbaric hanging would be preferred over stewing in her own frustration. With the decision made, Seraphina makes her way to the entrance hall, grabbing her staff, garnished with gold and mystic symbols to signify who she was to the citizen, and made her way to the crowd.