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Thread: From The UnderDark to the Wildspace (Kiki and MasterOfWhispers)

Orid gazed upon upon the golden pocket watch, an impatient expression clearly seen on his face. They were late. The 5'9 tall crimson eyed, dark haired built Dhamphir hated doing dealings with the nobles of the Underdark. Well, he hated doing dealing with Drow in general. It didn't matter where he went, whether it be a city with in a Drow Empire out in some rich part of space or even in a more peaceful realm or plane. Every three out of five dealings he's had with Drow had always resulted in betrayel, death of his crewmen aboard his ship The black hook, or worse Being stood up. Oh, normally he would have passed on this deal but the amount of gold they claimed they were going to bestow upon him to take this particular noble off world was enough to keep him and his crew well fed for days on end. Not to mention he would be getting a Drow of his own to service him in anyway possible. Though he made sure that said contractor in question swore a magical oath. Orid always had a fascination with Drow, finding a good amount of them willful and domineering. Oh there were Drow on the surface he weren't like the typical ones he found here and he could always take them as his own slaves. However, the slaver had always wanted to break one on his own, and such an ample opprtunity would soon come. Granted, he would have to make sure he wasn't double crossed this time. When he placed the pocket watch again, his ears picked up steps a couple of feet away. The caverns ahead of slaver were dark and narrow, save for his own torch. Placing his hand and gripping his broad sword gently. He began to call out Who's there? Orid von Einzbern, You know who I am. Called out the voice from the dark. Orid's eyes narrowed pulling out his blade. He really hoped it wasn't another betrayal. If you are who I think you are, you know the drill. Step carefully, or I will attack you. As you wish. From the darkness, Several hooded figures stepped in all gazing at the slaver curiously. We have the package. Said the leader. And I have my ship. Where is she? She's coming right now accompanied by a good friend.
Thread: From The UnderDark to the Wildspace (Kiki and MasterOfWhispers)

MasterOfWhispers said Orid gazed upon upon the golden pocket watch, an impatient expression clearly seen on his face. They were late. The 5'9 tall crimson eyed, dark haired built Dhamphir hated doing dealings with the nobles of the Underdark. Well, he hated doing dealing with Drow in general. It didn't matter where he went, whether it be a city with in a Drow Empire out in some rich part of space or even in a more peaceful realm or plane. Every three out of five dealings he's had with Drow had always resulted in betrayel, death of his crewmen aboard his ship The black hook, or worse Being stood up. Oh, normally he would have passed on this deal but the amount of gold they claimed they were going to bestow upon him to take this particular noble off world was enough to keep him and his crew well fed for days on end. Not to mention he would be getting a Drow of his own to service him in anyway possible. Though he made sure that said contractor in question swore a magical oath. Orid always had a fascination with Drow, finding a good amount of them willful and domineering. Oh there were Drow on the surface he weren't like the typical ones he found here and he could always take them as his own slaves. However, the slaver had always wanted to break one on his own, and such an ample opprtunity would soon come. Granted, he would have to make sure he wasn't double crossed this time. When he placed the pocket watch again, his ears picked up steps a couple of feet away. The caverns ahead of slaver were dark and narrow, save for his own torch. Placing his hand and gripping his broad sword gently. He began to call out Who's there? Orid von Einzbern, You know who I am. Called out the voice from the dark. Orid's eyes narrowed pulling out his blade. He really hoped it wasn't another betrayal. If you are who I think you are, you know the drill. Step carefully, or I will attack you. As you wish. From the darkness, Several hooded figures stepped in all gazing at the slaver curiously. We have the package. Said the leader. And I have my ship. Where is she? She's coming right now accompanied by a good friend. Click to expand... a barely conscious drow female in and rather flattering night gown with and bag over her head staggered blindly escorted by her elder sister. the drug will wear off in a few hours, see to it that you are gone by then.... the older sister hissed, shoving the other drow female into his arms and then throwing a bag for gems at his feet. if you are not gone without a trace in one hour, we will unleash the servants of Lloth on you... she promised as she and her entourage slowly departed.
Thread: Rock and Roll and Mistress

Rae sighed as she listened to a crowd call her name. She tried to convince herself that this was all seh could ever want. It was all she ever needed. Shutting her eyes, she swallowed. No, she wanted more. She needed more. She missed how she would roll over in the middle of the night and look at her and breath her name. She was what she needed. But she had been too much baggage for her. Far too much. When she woke up tied to the bed and recieving lashes until she was bleeding to unconsciousness, she had to leave. She wouldn't listen, and Rae was tired of talking. With a soft sigh, she ran her hand over a locket that hung between her breasts of her and Rae smiling like two kids. It was a time long ago, but, one she still carried. Come on! They are calling for us. The drummer pushed Rae out on stage. To protect herself and her sanity, she everything. Even her position in a band. A new band. She had to say goodbye to the 'Flying Pussies' when she left her. She was quickly picked up by 'The Whigs' and put in back up guitar. No longer lead. No longer in the light singing her heart out to her. She had taken her heart. Even her fans didn't recognize her and told her how much like Rae Collins she was. To that, Rae would smile and nod adn talk about how much she loved her as a singer. Walking out on stage, she held a new guitar and began to play the opening chords with the bass. No more solos, no more crazy stunts. Rae was curious if she would ever get out of this funk. Tonight, the 6'0 beauty was dressed in tight vinyl pants that were black with her lace up doc martins. her shirt was white and long sleeved but showed off her breasts. The reason for the long sleeves, she had a tattoo. It was a tattoo when she was still with 'The Children of the Night' and got a half sleeve of bats. She had one other tattoo of her name up her thigh. She continued to play. Her once a beautiful shade of blue hair was died black and she had let it grow out long. Gah she hated it. She also never wore her lip ring anymore. Rae had burned herself and ran from her mistress. The one that she loved. The one thing she couldn't change, and the one thing that her mistress had constantly told her that she loved the most, was her legs. They were long and very shapely.
Thread: Rock and Roll and Mistress

Aimee pushed her way through the swarm of bodies praising the name of the band that was about to play, The Whigs. She wanted a view of the concert from as close to the stage as they would allow and if knocking a few people over would achieve that, it was what she was willing to do. A very obscene words were shouted at her and someone tried grabbing her but she continued to push through until she was near the front of center stage. Exactly where she needed to be. Rock was not normally something she enjoyed enduring for however many hours this concert was said to last, but there was someone here that she needed to see. Rae Collins, her ex-girlfriend. Well she wasn't sure if she should be considered an ex since that had never ended the relationship Rae just ran from her. And it had confused her. Aimee love Rae and treated her with the utmost respect should could give. She gave that girl the best of and even though she happened to receive the worst as well. Sometimes Aimee wasn't herself, especially when she was off of the medication she was practically ordered to take. But she wanted to feel alive and the only way to do that was to stay off the meds for a few weeks. But Aimee had never done anything outrageous while she was free from the groggy side effects of the medication. She was just more wild and tended to care less about what others thoughts. And sure, maybe ever once and a while, Rae would do something to upset her otherwise pleasant mood and she would have to punish her. But if Aimee didn't punish her, she would never learn. But apparently Rae did not appreciate that because one day she up and left. Aimee had came home from a long days of sifting through court cases due to the orders of her boss at the law firm and she had wanted to cuddle next to Rae. Whisper into her ear and enjoy a night of amazing sex. But her lover's belongings were gone and she was left with nothing, not even a note. She had been bitter at first but now, she just missed wrapping her arms around the delicious body of Rae's. And it was what led her hear tonight. She had heard, from many fans of rock, that the new guitarist of The Whigs resembled the lead singer of Flying Pussies. Rae Collins, her Rae. She had to see it for herself which is why when tickets were being told for tonight's gig, she must have been one of the first to buy. Even if this new person happened not to be her lover, enjoying just the sight of someone similar to her love would satisfy her needs for at least the night. Dressed scantily, which was completely out of the norm, she wore a tight black mini skirt and covered her legs with fishnet stockings. Her breasts spilled from her low-cut V-neck and her long red hair hung loosely in curls over her shoulder and down her back.
Thread: Rock and Roll and Mistress

Rae was playing along to the second song when that was when she spotted her. Jesus Tap Dancing Christ, there she was. Aimee. Her throat went dry and her hands froze over the guitar strings. A pool of ice flooded her stomach. How did she find her? How the fuck. Her eyes looked down into those green eyes. Those pink lips that were curved up into a soft smile. THe lioness that found her prey. The drummer, basist, and lead vocals all turned to stare at Rae. Who froze. Pulling a Walt Disney. It wouldn't have been bad, if the lead vocals talents were what she used to have. Trembling, she could not tear her eyes away from Aimee. She could feel her heart racing, the part of her body that was for so long dry and unhappy, now flourishing, coming alive, becoming slick and moist with the possibilities. Her Aimee, her sweet, psychotic, Aimee. Here in teh flesh and bone, in her clothes that told Rae all the things she wanted to do and be done to her. Turning, she had to leave. Now! The Whigs were no where near the talent she was. She strung her guitar to her back and wrote out a jumbled ranting note to The Whigs, packed up her things. She just hoped she could outrun Aimee. She winced as there were no Taxi's nearby. She growled adn grabbed her few belongings and began to run down the street like the devil was after her. She had to run from Aimee, because if she walked, she would have found herself face to face with her and wrapping her arms around her. No! She had to run. She ran long and hard, until she couldn't anymore. Sitting outside on a bench of some high end hotel, she leaned forward breathing hard. She panted and leaned her head to the side and groaned. She was not worried for The Whigs, they would somehow ind a way to continue on without her. But God, those green eyes, that red hair. An image of Rae gently tongue fucking Aimee to wake her up played in her head. She wanted Aimee, regardless of all teh crap she had to go through. She wanted her. But Rae could not let herself want Aimee. She swallowed and leaned back as the bell hop came over. Miss, are you ok? Can I call an ambulance for you?' Rae was breathing hard and she shook her head and managed a simple Taxi. The bellhop smiled and nodded adn walked into the little compartment and called her a taxi. Getting up, Rae stumbled to a potted plant and emptied out teh contents of her dinner. Her long black hair falling into her face as she continued to get sick. Damn her long hair, she wanted it short, like when she was back with Aimee.
Thread: Rock and Roll and Mistress

A smile came to her face when the black-haired female had stopped playing. She had stared right at Aimee and soon after some time, ran off the stage. Though her hair was now long, dyed black, her tattoos had been covered, and she no longer wore her nose ring' it was Rae. Aimee knew it. She bit her lip in anticipation, knowing that as soon as the show was over and was going to go greet her lover. After all the years, she was finally going to see her once again. Touch her smooth skin with the base of her fingertips, run her hands through Rae's hair, and suckles her on tasty tongue. Maybe tonight they could do more than just kiss. The thought had a throbbing sensation appear in the base of her core and she honestly couldn't wait any longer. Pushing through the crowd once more, Aimee went to find her lover. However, once she was backstage, Rae was nowhere to be found. The other members of the band looked confused as well and all crowded around a piece of paper that seemed to be left behind. Elbowing one of them out of the way, she snatched the note went through it, reading over her lover's familiar handwriting. She then crumpled the paper into her hand and tossed it aside as she exited from backstage. She had left again. And it was because of Aimee. She highly doubted that Rae decided to up and leave in the middle of a concert because she just wanted to explore outside of the band. A frown mixed with a scowl found its way on to her face and she began to see red and she continued to seek Rae out once more. She may have been able to run but she wasn't going to hide again, not if Aimee could help it. Stomping along the pavement, her head whipped in every direction sending her red hair flying all around. She had to find Rae, and she had to do it soon before she could get too far. Just as she was about to turn a corner after travelling for at least a few blocks, a drunkard man came from the shadows and caused her to yelp. You looking for that girl with the black hair and tight pants. He asked with a slur. After nodding her head, he pointed his finger in the direction of the hotel that laid across the street. A smirk polished her lips and she thanked the man, giving him a few dollar bills and started trekking to the hotel. He better not be lying or she'd come back to kick his ass but he knew what Rae looked like. He probably figured she was a friend searching for her. Whatever the reason she was thankful. Storming through the doors of the hotel, a wide smile and a sigh of relief left her lips when she spotted Rae by a plant, sinking her head into it. The heavens must have been watching over her tonight to be given this much luck. Taking her time without making too much noise, so not to scared her lover again, Aimee soon stood by her. Are you okay honey? She asked softly with concern.
Thread: Rock and Roll and Mistress

Rae was just coming back to herself once again, when she heard the voice. The voice that talked to her in the black of night. With or without a body there. She groaned and gripped the pot. Boy, she had rotten luck tonight. Her guitar was still strapped to her back. It was not the bright yellow Fender that was decorated with stickers adn stuff, it was something bought obviously from a pawn shop. She groaned and swayed. Fine, Aimee, I am fine. She sighed and sat up straight. Looking into her eyes, she swayed back and forth and gripped the pillar that was near her and looekd at her things. You found me. Not once, twice. I am impressed. She swallowed and and looked at Aimee. Just looking at her caused her nipples harden. She shifted a bit and smiled. You look good. I am happy. She reached up behind her head and pulled her hair back. She needed ot wash it. She felt sick, but knew there was nothing else in her stomach. She bit her lip her tongue playing with the hole that was there. How? How did you find me? She asked softly and looked down and away from those green eyes.
Thread: Rock and Roll and Mistress

Aimee knelt down and stroked her palm across her lover's smooth skin, sighing softly when she realized just how much she had missed her. She wanted to kiss her, swirl her tongue around in her mouth, and rub her down until she came, screaming Aimee's name loudly. But obviously Rae was a bit reluctant to have anything to do with her at the moment. She was going to need to win her over once again. She was going to need to prove her love and how much she had missed her since she had deserted her. People talk. Aimee said, getting comfortable and taking a seat beside her. I heard of a band member who resembled you in that group you were playing with and I needed to see it for myself. I wanted to know if it was you. And it was. She finished with hope laced in her voice, she hoped that this would get Rae to see how happy she was to see her. Earlier she had been angry, upset that her love had left her not once, but twice. It pissed her off but with her this close, Aimee couldn't continue to stay mad. She looked fantastic and all Aimee wanted to do at the moment was fuck her senseless until they would pronounce their love for one another again.
Thread: Rock and Roll and Mistress

Rae smiled and looked at Aimee and sat down and leaned back taking off her guitar and setting it to the side. She leaned back and shut her eyes and rubbed her eyes. Laughing. Yea, I guess people do talk. She whispered adn looked over at Aimee. I hated that group. I can't stand not being ni the spotlight. But... Rae looked to teh side hating how much of a chicken shit she was. How afraid she had allowed her to get of Aimee. Aimee couldn't help it that she was sick. Aimee had trusted Rae and Rae tried, but she wasn't strong enough. She looked into those green eyes and just wanted to sit like this forever. I don't know. I was hoping that either of us would move on. I guess not. Looking down she bit her lip. I was hoping that the second time I ran, you would give up and leave. Why did you come looking for me again? Looking at her hand, she took Aimee's and ran her thumb along her knuckles and then held both of her hands in hers. Then she quickly pulled back realizing what they did. Folding her legs so that her body was angled away. Looking at her, she swallowed and bit her lip a bit.
Thread: Rock and Roll and Mistress

Aimee kept her gaze fixed on Rae even when she managed to look away. Sighing when she had wrapped her hands over Aimee's then pulled away, she fought hard to pull her back to her. Why did she follow her? Why else. She was in love with her and she could never love anyone other than Rae and she knew Rae had felt the same. All the time they spent together, how could they not develop feelings that would never die. She tried stayed calm though because she knew that it could scare her off again and Aimee was planning on taking Rae home with her once they were finished talking. Taking a deep breath and placing her hand on Rae's stomach, smoothly rubbing it as though that would help her feel better, Aimee smiled sweetly and gazed int her eyes. I love you honey. And I've missed you so much. After seeing you on stage, and realizing that it was you, I couldn't let you leave. I needed to track you down so you could know how much I care about you. Her hand stopped rubbing Rae's stomach and traveled up to her full breasts as she continued staring at her. And I wanted to make up for lost time.
Thread: Rock and Roll and Mistress

She shut her eyes enjoying the touch of Aimee. Leaning her head back, she shut her eyes and sighed. What was she doing?! Wake up stupid. Her touch on her breasts was enough to snap her out of lala land. She took Aimee's hand and took it and put it back in her lap and shook her head. Before she could stop the words, she was rambling like a God damned idiot. I love you too and missed you too. I dream about you. I miss everything that we were together. When you were on your meds. She swallowed adn then blushed. I need to check out. She grabbed her bags and then stood up and looked down at her. God she loved Aimee. She sort of hoped that Aimee followed her and convinced her to come back with her. She grabbed her guitar and then her bag and looked up at her. It was nice seeing you again. Her nipples and breast were burning where she touched. She sighed adn began to walk back to the elevator bank and looked down. She didn't have the courage to look up to see if she was being followed. She didn't want to. She couldn't She frowned deeply. Why was it that she kept on refusing herself?
Thread: Rock and Roll and Mistress

Aimee immediately stood from where they had sat and walked over to where Rae stood. She had been a little sad when her lover had removed her hand, but that sadness soon turned into anger. That little comment she had made about being on her meds make Aimee upset. If Rae loved her, she should loved her with or without her meds. What was so special about that damned medication that made everyone like her more. She was a perfectly fine person without the assist of the meds. She walked up right behind Rae and placed a firm hand on her ass, squeezing her through those skin clinging pants. Stepping closer to her, Aimee lifted up, standing at only a height of 5'6 and leaned into Rae's ears whispering softly. I want you. So why don't you take me to your room. I want to make love to you. She whispered with a husky tone. What she really wanted was to get Rae alone so they could talk more of her language. Her hand smacked Rae's ass and hoped that would encourage her to quickly get them back up to her room.
Thread: Rock and Roll and Mistress

Rae arched her back and rolled her eyes feeling that grip on her ass. Blushing, she arched her hips back agianst that hand. Instantly, she was on fire between her legs. She was hungry and wanting for her more dominant half. She smiled and pushed the up arrow and bit her lip and shivered. Don't get violent. She growled her warning. She grabbed her hand and kissed it. Soon the doors opened adn she stepped inside. Pressing a number 7 she pushed the hold doors until Aimee got in. Rae knew in that little smack that her lover was not on her meds, so why was she basically inviting her into her heart again to do all sorts of nasty shit to her. She smiled and looked up and down at Aimee. God she was sexy as hell. Stepping out of the elevator, she walked down and opened her hotel door and held it open and tossed her bag to the side. Inside the room was her special guitar. The yellow fender. She called it her sunshine. She smiled and turned on a light and moved to the chair and sat down and watched Aimee.
Thread: Rock and Roll and Mistress

Aimee smirked deviously as she walked into the hotel room, glad that Rae had given her the chance she hoped for. Standing in front of the chair that she sat in, Aimee wasted no time and began to strip out of the clothing that was suffocating her body. Lifting the shirt over her head easily, her breasts bounced wildly since she hadn't bothered wearing a bra and pulled down her mini skirt, revealing the skimpy pair of thongs she wore underneath. However, her fishnets and pumps stayed put. Rae had always complimented on her body, constantly caressing her curves, so she knew this was a treat for her. But treating her lover was the last thing she had in mind. Walking slowly over to the bed, Aimee climbed on top of it, being sure to flash her cheeks then settled down with her ass slightly lifted and her legs spread wide open. A finger traced from her neckline and trailed down her ready body down to her soaking panties. Your turn. She ordered.