Thread: Decadence (As Day Fades x PixxieGrrl)

Thick ribbons splashed across Juliana's cherubic face, warm splatters of white that marked her skin to gleam in the morning light. She allowed him to continue pumping even as a creamy dollop oozed across her top lip and down to hang off her chin in a viscous dollop, then moved forward to meet him, tongue gently flicking to the flared head of his shaft to lap up the last creamy drip. Her eyes were upturned to look at him as she lightly sucked, working her way down his length to clean him. When she pulled clear her face was still sticky the camera captured an impish flash of her glazed tongue before she swallowed it in a smile. That was how she was presented to the audience, beautiful in her disarray, sat up bare breasted and cum splattered, licking a stray drop enticingly from her finger, in the bed of her uncle, the Emperor of Rome, as the camera pulled back in a long sweep, framing them at the centre of the elaborately decorated bedchamber, in front a tall window, the sun rising above a city of white marble that stretched to the horizons and at last the noise came, to fill in the scene, the hubbub of the city, the busy whispers of the streets, and in the very back, the creaking of a door to admit a gowned palace slave, entering to attend to the Emperor, as though the scene of incestuous sin was of no more concern than any other business of the palace. And the credits smashed... The cold open had captured an enormous audience. No one was still truly certain what they had seen, or what it meant, but everyone wanted to talk about it. The opening credits raced, listing the stars mixed in with teasing shots of the series to come Jeremy Irons, Scarlett Johannson a nipple blurred into a chariot wheel Jake Gyllenhaal, Emilia Clarke a gladiator contest into a swarming orgy Jennette McCurdy a hand clenched around a throat into a hand curling around a sceptre into a hand clasping a breast co-stars and guest stars, including a credit for Ariana Grande until the blend of skin and cloth dissolved into the forming title screen DECADENCE . The scene alighted on the Emperor's main chamber. He was seated in full regalia, though he sat on only a plain seat, no different to those of the various Senators and officials either side of him the pretence of the Roman Republic continued, even if the absence of a gilded throne did little to disguise the true nature of the state. It was the kind of period detail the director had insisted on, though historical accuracy was probably not going to be the biggest talking point in reviews of the episode. Juliana sat at his left hand, between two other women yet there was little doubt she was his favourite. She was resplendent hair tied up in an elaborate, interweaving pattern of golden locks clear of her pale neck, about which an immense gold chain hung, a huge ruby dipping into the swell of her cleavage bared by her deeply cut dark purple gown. Her eyes were bright and lively, the faintest hint of a smile playing over her lips, her face exquisitely made up to show no signs of that opening scene. Her beauty was almost so bright it distracted from the business of the palace, boring petitions from distant provinces seeming dry compared to her youthful energy. The camera swept back from her to show the Emperor's audience. A proconsul from the south was delivering a speech about the tribute he was offering, including veiled references to girls skilled in the exquisite arts of the flesh. Such flowery language seemed a stark contrast to the raw, explicit scenes that had gone before, but then that was the point already, the audience was imagining what those arts might be, aware that when they were revealed, it would not be through a soft focus hint, but vivid and real. The speech ended in praise of the Emperor, and the proconsul was led away by guards. The next petitioner came forward, a man richly dressed but clearly marked as a commoner nonetheless. Head bowed, he was flanked either side by Praetorians, and the proconsul of his province unfurled a scroll. The list of charges was read the man had become wealthy trading in imported fruits and spices, but had evaded taxes and duties in the process. A haughty Senator spoke up, demanding the man be put to death for subverting the finances of the Empire. Another suggested taking his entire estate and casting him out as a pauper. A third rose to speak in similarly self-important tones, but was cut off by a cry from the back. A young woman, slenderly built, with very long dark brown hair in a braid down her back, dressed in a suspiciously well-fitted gown of white and gold, had stepped forward. She approached the centre of the chamber with more power and authority in her stature than any of the titled, propertied men around her could muster, and when she beheld the Emperor, it was not with a meekly subservient look, but one fierce and proud. I wish to speak for my father, she said, drawing surprised, slightly cartoonish whispers from the onlookers no doubt viewers at home were similarly whispering, wondering whether it was that girl from Game of Thrones , remarking how good she looked in her natural brunette colours, or just still caught up in the whole theatre of the piece. He is an honest man, who has worked hard his entire life to fill the pockets of thieves and plunderers in the provincial government. To take his life, to take his estate, would be another act of theft and plunder. So shocking was it to hear someone address the Emperor like this that one Praetorian instinctively drew his sword, only to be urged down by the Captain of the Guard. She took another step forward, blazing eyes staring down the Emperor. Her stance, hands behind her back, breasts pushed forward, subtly enhanced her figure a momentary cut to Juliana saw something curiosity? jealousy? desire? fluttering away the smile from her face. My father is an honest man, she repeated, And if he must pay, then take from him what is fair for him to give take me. I will join your palace as a slave, and you will find none more obedient or willing than me. It might have seemed an empty gesture had that introduction scene already set minds racing if that was how the Emperor treated his niece, just what would he do to a slave?