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IC: Canaan Alexander

The head of his cock pressed against the opening of her sex and he paused, but that was all the will power he could muster against the full weight of his hunger for this woman. His head lifted looking into her eyes hanging over the final precipice. One shove and he would ravish this woman right here and feed from her life energy in her orgasms...and he doubted he'd be able to stop himself once he began.

"Why don't we go upstairs Canaan..." She said running her hand through his thick curly hair. Her hip pressed the lips of her sex against the crown of his hard cock feeling like a cowgirl's spurs to the flank of her horse.

"Upstairs..." He pushed within his voice a low lust-fueled growl, "...Bed...Right..."

She felt so perfect around him. She made him feel like all his life he had only been half a person until this moment.

He lifted her upright her legs wrapped around his hips his cock still within her.

She felt so good around him and each step up he took raised and lowered her over it. Each step stretching his patience for more tighter and tighter until reaching its breaking point. A third of the way up Canaan couldn't take it anymore and pinned her against the wall.

his hands roamed over her body hungrily. His hips thrusting his cock within her back and forth like a machine. His tongue traced the side of her neck finding the beat of her racing pulse beneath. his teeth bracketed around it as he bit down on her neck.

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IC: Karena

Yeah...

Her voice a soft gasp as she felt him sink deep within. Her arms wrapping around him holding him close as her legs wrapped around as he lifted her up. Every step spurring her hunger. She could see the wisps of his passion and creativity s himmered with his more primal hunger as she purred nipping at his lower lip till she felt her back hit the wall bringing a little more of a growl from her as her hands now move to trace over him. Her head tossed to the side feel I his tongue and teeth tease and taunt her neck. Her legs tighten and relax helping him sink deep her eyes shimmer and spark with hunger and desire.

Her he a way spinning sinking deeper into the mutual passion and hunger. Feeling her mind caring less and less about the pick a side attitude of this place and all that matters was this intoxicating and delectable meal and the firm hunger offering such perfect pleasure deep within her.

 

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IC: Canaan Alexander

Canaan's hands roamed over her body hungrily. His hips thrusting his cock within her back and forth like a machine. His tongue traced the side of her neck finding the beat of her racing pulse beneath. his teeth bracketed around it as he bit down on her neck.

In turn with his own passionate movements Karena's hands traced over the tattoos on the chest and shoulders. She tensed her legs curled around his pumping hips. The raspy lust-fueled breathing she was making in time with each of his thrusts inside her.

He couldn't get enough of her. He could sense her driving inexorably closer to climax. And his hungering savoring the meal that would come to him when she did go over that precipice.

He kissed and nibbled up the side of her neck and jawline. He then captured her lips in a kiss that communicated his desire for more as his hands took hers and pinned them to the wall. His hips driving his hard cock harder and faster in and out of her tight wet sex.

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IC: Karena

She gasped her legs tense and release more urging him faster. Gasping her head tossed back against the wall as her hands caress and claw over his chest and arms her hips bucking as she grew closer still to orgasm feeding with a little less guarding as the flavor of the ethers swirling around him shifted to a little more primal... interesting the fact that his taste changed was intoxicating and intense. She had never experienced a taste change like this ever yet between the two of them it seemed as if it were natural and perfect.

Canaan...

She gasped with a near purr as her head moved to stare into his eyes her own shimmering as she fed. Licking her lips she leaned in for a kiss or to kiss along his neck and jawline. He was clearly just as hungry as she was yet it all seemed so perfectly natural between them.

 

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IC: Canaan Alexander

He kissed and nibbled up the side of her neck and jawline. He then captured her lips in a kiss that communicated his desire for more as his hands took hers and pinned them to the wall. His hips driving his hard cock harder and faster in and out of her tight wet sex.

She broke the kiss to gasp. Her free hand was dragging her nails over his shoulder and chest as his cock drove her harder and higher and faster. He bent his head to nip at her earlobe.

"Canaan..." He heard her gasp between thrusts.

He didn't need to hear her to know how close she was to going over into climax. Being an Incubus he could sense it like smelling a delicious dinner simmering in one's kitchen seconds before the timer rang. He could feel her energy welling up like air in a balloon swollen and stretched under the building pressure. A little bit more or a sudden jolt of sensation and the balloon would burst and she would climax and all of that energy would flood into him, nourish his long deprived soul like the sweetest of manna from heaven.

It had been so long that he'd go without he would need more than just what she could provide in one orgasm alone. He needed as many as he could get from her and the more mind-blowing the climax the more delicious the meal for him.

"Let go," He growled into her ear, "Come for me, Karena."

He bit her neck then driving inside of her convulsing sex to give her the push she needed to reach that first precipice.

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IC: Karena

Orgasm swept over her as her hips bucked her mind raced and her hunger raced feeding slowly deepened as her fingernails clawed intently at his back. Pulling her other hand free and gripping his face keeping him where her eyes could lock with his as she fed through her orgasm. Her eyes sparked and shimmered as their union became even more primal... feral and intense. She inhaled deep as the final wave of orgasm washed through her. With that breath her eyes closed.

Even though she fed she felt a little weak wanting more her eyes opened and stared deep into his eyes with a feral yet contented smile followed by only one uttered thought...

More Cannan... Now.

 

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IC: Canaan Alexander

"Let go," He growled into her ear, "Come for me, Karena."

He bit her neck then driving inside of her convulsing sex to give her the push she needed to reach that first precipice.

Her energy built up and released as the orgasm gripped her. It formed a circuit flowing from her writhing pleasure-wracked body to Canaan like a river swollen and powerful from the rains. It was ambrosia, the sweetest of wines. There was a gaping hole at the center of his being, and though his body was well-fed food wouldn't sustain him. He was an incubus he needed this to survive. He could eat as much as he wanted and he'd still eventually become sicker and sicker until he died without this.

Now she fed him the succor he needed to live, but it was only the first course in the feast she'd provide him.

He needed so much more.

Then he was brought back by the rake of fingernails over his back and the feel her hand on his face forcing his eyes to stay on hers as the rolled back and fluttered as she tipped over into bliss.

Then it was over and her eyes opened again and returned to his. "
More Cannan... Now."

He picked her up off the wall made it two more steps before laying her down over the stairs and pushing inside her again. The angle allowing for a deeper penetration where he could drag his cockhead over her g-spot sending skyrockets of pleasure throughout her body with each thrust.

He smiled down to her, "Yes ma'am."

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IC: Karena

Fire burning deep within her with all the pleasure desire and hunger. She knew he was feeding from her and she began to feed deeper from him. They both needed this clearly as they fed. The stairs in her back did not bother her as one leg moved to curl up along his legs buttocks and Sid as she purred between gasps of pleasure. Her eyes staring deep into his as they shimmered wildly with hunger and desire.

More Canaan...

She growled as her arms held him trailing fingernails down his back and back up.

 

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IC: Canaan Alexander

"Yes ma'am."

Persey had said she could survive this, and a part of him somewhere in the corner of his mind wondered if that was even possible. The other part of his mind was entirely consumed with squeezing every ounce of energy she could offer him like a fresh orange fed into a juicing machine.

He could feel her energy rapidly building up within her for a second explosion of pleasure and sustenance for him. Energy was swirling between them flowing out of him and into her stoking her fire like a few shots of lighter fluid into a lit barbecue grill.

His hands planted on the banister and the step above her, anchoring him as his hips rocked back and forth driving his cock within her. One by one Canaan hooked her legs over his shoulders. It bent her over making the length of his thrusting cock rub her in all the right places, and plunging as deep as her sex went.

"More..." He said resting his forehead against hers so he looked into her eyes and their panting, grunting mouths mere inches apart, "...Come for me again, Karena...Now..."

His lips claimed hers as she exploded in climax for the second time around his pistoning cock and he was fed more by her.

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IC: Karena

Karena gasped as another even slightly more powerful orgasm racked her body. Her legs tensing over his shoulders as her head drastically tossed back as she hugged him tight to her eyes open the shimmer now an almost solid glow. Her he a tilting back towards him as her lips parted and inhaled deeper feeding stronger from him finding her hunger growing stronger still.

Cannan...

She was trying to breath... she could feel music and passion both so deep down within him and it fell her deeply and calls to her like no other.

 

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IC: Canaan Alexander

"More..." He said resting his forehead against hers so he looked into her eyes and their panting, grunting mouths mere inches apart, "...Come for me again, Karena...Now..."

She gasped as her body responded to his demand upon it. This one was greater than the first.

His lips claimed hers as she exploded in climax for the second time around his pistoning cock and he was fed more by her. It lasted longer with several after shocks ripping through her body he kept encouraging by not letting up in the slightest the rapid pace of his thrust into her convulsing sex.

His kiss was heavy and demanding more and more from her. He was a glutton for her pleasure. When he this hungry, this passionate, this in tune with the quintessence of what makes him was just like when he played music. In truth that was why he loved to play so much. That and making love like this brought out the truth of who he was.

He pulled back from their firecracker of a kiss to gain some air for both of them.

Between gasps for air her voice came, "Cannan... "

"...Karena...bedroom...where," He asked her and when she told him Canaan lifted her up his cock still inside her. She was wrapped up in his arms legs still hooked over his arms and her arms holding tight around his shoulders. Her in his arms he made it to the top of the steps, but not any closer to her bedroom door. It was just too long without driving her to another climax.

He lifted her up until only his head was still within her and looking up into her eyes. He stumbled and wound up leaning against the hallway wall and pumping her whole body up and down his length.

"Karena..." He said straining to reach her lips to reclaim their kiss, "...more..."

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IC: Karena

She was feeding deeper than ever before from anyone. Her eyes glowed when they were open her breathing was gasps as she tried to answer.

Door... on... the... right...

Feeling the wall at her back and his words of more. She purred in agreement drinking deep at it was like sex and music to him were both such beautiful art and she could not get enough of this intoxicating energy and taste.

 

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IC: Canaan Alexander

He lifted her up until only his head was still within her and looking up into her eyes. He stumbled and wound up leaning against the hallway wall and pumping her whole body up and down his length.

"Karena..." He said straining to reach her lips to reclaim their kiss, "...more..."

Her eyes were glowing, and Canaan wished he knew more about how Muses worked. Was she feeding from him, and if she was-how? Had she gotten enough nourishment from him playing her piano earlier to have this much energy to give him.

When he fed this deeply he could see tendrils of ephemeral vapors sparking and shimmering in his eyes seeping out of every pore of her skin and flowing into his body like he was a vacuum cleaner. The most was coming out of her tight and orgasm-rocked sex as he pistoned her hard up and down its length from tip to base and back at a furious pace. There was a lot flowing out of her mouth with each gasp and pant and pleasure soaked sound she made.

He knew from experience that no one save Incubi or Succubi saw these vapors of energy rushing out of their lovers when they fed, and only when the sex was this turbo-charged.

What was surprising was how much energy Karena was giving him. It was possible that they could go on having sex like this all day without stopping. It was an unending smorgasbord to him or like bottomless fries at a restaurant. Considering the amount of energy he'd already taken from her anyone else would be feeling so wiped they wouldn't be able to see straight. That was why he always had to be careful with Naomi. Humans only had so much energy before needing to recharge, but not so with Karena. Somehow she was keeping up with him, maybe even surpassing him at feeding from energy absorption-something Succubi and Incubi were supposed to be top dogs at among all the Fey races.

Was this what it was like to feed from a muse? It was incredible. Maybe he'd found someone who could actually survive him.

He pushed off the wall and tried to carry her down the hallway to the door she had indicated was her bedroom. But it was slow-going since he was mostly concerned with not breaking the rhythm of lifting her and dropping her over his aching cock.

He needed more from her.

One hand reached up and grabbed her hair pulling her head back to face the ceiling of her hallway. A maneuver that allowed him to latch his mouth onto one wildly heaving breast. He leaned against her bedroom door driving his cock inside her harder and harder as his muscled arm lifted and dropped her sexy body to meet each powerful thrust.

Shit he could feel his testicles drawing close to the base of his cock. He was about to come, and he knew from both instinct and experience that this one was going to be extremely earth-shattering.

"...K-k...Karena..." He entreated around the nipple he was nibbling upon.

The sparks in the wisps of vapors were becoming a lightshow of rainbow colors to his eyes...the energy he was feeding from making love to her here was delicious and tremendous and completely addicting. He could tell from it that she was approaching the highest crest of orgasm yet. She was about to feel a monster of a climax at the same time as him...

...He should stop this. One part of his brain was screaming at him about how that last orgasm that Naomi never came back from was going to be just like this one for Karena, but the part of him that was too selfish and hungry and lustful didn't care about what might or might not happen to her. It only cared about the magic that was occurring between them right now, and the cataclysmic pleasure that was emerging like a volcanic eruption in both of them.

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IC: Karena

Doing what she could to help lift up and drop back down as he moved with her. She let him pull her hair back to get to her breasts as it gave a faint break from her eyes seeing him and all the energy she was drawing from him. The mist the flowed from him as he spoke growled or gasped fed her deeper than ever before. She could not stop feeding clearly he was taking just as much from her as she was from him for him to still have the stamina he still had. This was going to be o e of her most intense meals in a long time and she had no will nor did it seem ability to stop it. Sexual energy was a rare treat and with Canaan it was like she was standing in the middle of the ancient decadent candy shops of old.

He spoke... called to her as she finally registered the door of her room at her back.

Canaan...

She gasped her body shaking as her hand gripped his hair in silent demand that he look into her eyes again. The mist of feeding from him seemed to surround them as her eyes now more like lightning strikes as orgasm prepared for its latest if not last assault on her system.

 

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IC: Canaan Alexander

"...K-k...Karena..."

...He should stop this. One part of his brain was screaming at him about how that last orgasm that Naomi never came back from was going to be just like this one for Karena, but the part of him that was too selfish and hungry and lustful didn't care about what might or might not happen to her. It only cared about the magic that was occurring between them right now, and the cataclysmic pleasure that was emerging like a volcanic eruption in both of them.

"...Canaan..."

She grabbed his hair pulling his head up to lock his eyes with hers again as the wave overtook them both simultaneously. He saw the eruption take place in her eyes and was certain she would see the same as his own climax overtook him. The energy was too much rushing out of her and into him to rush back inside her.

His whole body quaked, his legs buckled and they collapsed into her bedroom mere inches from her bed. Neither of them noticed or cared though. They were both lost, a million miles away in a land of unending pleasure and bright intense fireworks.

In the end it was too much Canaan's mind couldn't take it. His eyes rolled up, as his brain checked out, and his arms flopped from around her to lay on her bedroom floor limply.

He didn't know exactly how long he had blacked out when he finally came to, but through her bedroom window he could see it was night time now. His eyes were having trouble focusing in the dark. He had to blink waiting for his eyes to adjust.

Laying atop him was the naked body of Karena. Her head resting on his chest and her arms and legs splayed wildly over him. So that was what sex with a muse was like. Every cell in his body had been reinvigorated with the overflow of sexual energy. Now it was like he hadn't even had gone through a streak of abstinence for the last few months.

And like an addict he still wanted more.

He lifted her chin to look up at him. "That was amaz-"

He froze her eyes were open, but nothing was behind them...it was the same look that had been Naomi's eyes when-It was the same look she had in her eyes in the coma-ward in the hospital-because of his lack of control.

"No, no, no," He said panicking. He had done it again. "Karena."

Why had he listened to Persey? No one could ever survive him. Now because of him someone else had lost their whole life ahead of him. Karena would lay comatose in the next room beside Naomi for the rest of her life-because of him and his inability to keep it in his pants.

This was his worst nightmare-no a repeat of Canaan's worst nightmare.

"Karena," He said unable to keep the tears out of his voice, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...sorry...so...sorry...sorry..."

His arms came around her and hugged her limp body tight. He cried then like a child. He was a monster, and he would never ever hurt anyone like this again even if it meant starving himself. Dying that way would be what he deserved.

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IC: Karena

The intensity of hunger he brought out of her. The sheer richness and depth of strength his musical and sexual soul. She could not stop feeding. The mists and wisps slithering from his lips his skin the fire in his eyes it was a flood of Itoxication pleasure and the most decadent feeding of her life. She shook trenbling as the feedi g turned to fire in her veins shorting out every fiber of her being as she collapsed against him.

She could hear... pain... sorrow... she shuddered gasping for air as she felt arms around her and... tears? Her eyes sparked as she looked around seeing Canaan. She tried to speak softly...

Can... Canaan...what's wrong?

 

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This is from an old batman thread I did with EroticLiteracy. Batman: Year Two

The idea behind it was to make a tragic romance with Bruce Wayne-the real Bruce Wayne-not Batman and certainly not the billionaire playboy caricature he tries to hide behind either. Because in so many ways the both of them are the same character with the same origin. It's just in all the decisions young Bruce made to lead him to becoming Batman she made all the alternate decisions to lead her to becoming a detective at the GCPD. It's set in the second year after the beginning of Batman career fighting crime in Gotham before the emergence of any of his rogues gallery so when he's only beating up mobsters (NO PSYCOPATHIC CLOWNS HERE!!!). In fact she's on the Gotham PD's task force to arrest the vigilante referred to as the Batman. They're the same characters but because of their radically different paths they're diametrically opposed. So while she falls in love with Bruce Wayne she actively seeks to put the Batman behind bars or maybe a padded cell in Arkham.

It was a tragic romance because it was going to end with her facing the choice when she discovers he's Batman of letting him continue to break the law as a vigilante just to be with him or to arrest him and out him and never see him again as he spends the rest of his life behind bars with the criminals he's dedicated his life to fighting.

Damn this was a great idea...too bad it didn't get too far.

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IC: Katelyn Bishop

Kate stood there taken aback as Bruce left the room in a mic drop type of moment. Had she judged him so wrong, so completely?

"I'm Batman and I got you!," One of the little girls screamed catching her attention. Little Tyrone had caught the other kids he'd been chasing after. they were struggling against him and Kate came over.

"Come on kids," She announced, "Supper will be ready in a few minutes. Why don't we watch some TV until then, okay?"

She led them over to the television and picked up the remote control turning it on.

"Thank you...You're watching Gotham Classic Movies...The voice on the screen said and now back to the classic: The Sword of Zorro."

Familiar theme music came on and Kate staggered back suddenly thrown back to that night. Memories flooded through her mind's eye.

She and her parents sitting down on the premier night of this movie. Two rows in front of them was Bruce and his parents. It was her birthday and even though her parents never made much, they were treating her with this experience she'd never forget. Plus they'd promised her ice cream after the movie. She had the best parents in all of Gotham city or the whole universe.​

"Are you okay," Tyrone asked her concerned at her reaction.

"Yeah, I just need to get some air..." She told him stepping back.

She remembered laughing as she watched Bruce play with those ridiculous cardboard 3d glasses during the previews. After the movie she remembered watching the Waynes stroll past to the theater's exit as she and her father waited outside the restrooms for her mother to join them.
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She made it to the hall. She needed to get out. Get some air.

After ice cream she remembered drowsing in her father's arms as he and her mother walked to the corner where the car was parked.​

There was the back door. She needed her spot.

Her mother noticed the flashing lights at the other end of the street. "What's with all the police cars down there," Her mother asked.

"I don't know, but we should hurry home," Her father bent down sitting her in the back seat.
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She reached the door as tears began to flow down her cheeks.

"Give me the keys to the car, man!"

Someone was behind her father. She looked up out the car window as her father straightened and lifted his hands up.

"Okay, don't shoot. You can have the keys."

The man took the keys from his hand.

Her mother put in emotionally, "Just let us get our daughter out of the car."

"Don't move lady..."

She jumped as she heard three loud BANGS!

Her mother fell.

"Elaine!"

"Shit!"

BANG! BANG!

The car shook as her father's body slid down it to collapse on sidewalk.

"Shit! Shit! I just wanted to get away!"

Her eyes widened as the man pointed the gun through the open window directly at the place between her eyes.​

Her hand found the door handle even though the tears welling up in her eyes made everything very blurry.

"I didn't mean to kill them, Kid. I didn't. I didn't want to shoot anybody tonight. You gotta believe me."

She looked up numbly at the gun pointing at her and the scared eyes behind them. Shock had frozen her in the carseat, a spectator to her parents' murders.​

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry...but I can't leave another witness."

She watched as his thumb pulled back the hammer. The cylinder of the revolver turned. Those scared eyes turned away closing tight as his finger squeezed the trigger.

Click!​

She stumbled through the door straight into the arms of Bruce Wayne. She looked up at him extremely embarrassed. "I...I'm sorry. They were showing that movie on TV and it all came crashing in on me."

His arms felt good around her. Strong and yet compassionate at the same time.

"God, I must look pathetic to you right now," She said wiping the tears from her face, "You've probably grown well past what happened to you in that alley that night...and here I am falling to pieces as soon as they show that stupid Zorro movie on TV."

Why had he not let her go yet? Why did she not want him to let her go yet?

"Give me a second," She told him turning her head from him in mortification as she tried to get her shit together once again, "I'll be fine. Lesl-I mean Doctor Thompson-really helped get over this a long time ago."

That was a lie. Leslie had tried of course, but Kate never had moved on from that street corner that night. Secretly she never wanted to forget no matter how badly the memories hurt.

If she did it would be the final nail in her parents' coffins if she ever did.

 

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IC: Rhiannan

Long long ago there was a cruel man named Deveram. He was a great general conquering the whole of the known world, and ruled with an iron fist. In that he was a great emperor but he was also a terrible tyrant. He scoured every corner of his empire dragging off the most beautiful of women he found to serve him in his grand harem. It was not a pleasant life for these women Deveram was a cruel and sadistic man, and the torments he inflicted upon the slaves of his harem to satisfy his darker hungers were legendary and stomach-turning.

The concubines of Deveram's harem prayed and prayed, but the Quorii, the gods above refused to answer them or offer deliverance from their tortures. However, they were answered but not by the gods, no, by the gods' greatest enemies, the denizens of the underworld, and the pit of fire. Through visions and dreams they received aid from Lililandrene, A major Andragai-a demon as commoners call them- the mother of shadows, and mistress of Succubi. Through her the women being victimized by Deveram's brutal lusts gained the knowledge and the ability to avenge themselves on him and attain not just freedom but power over their lives.

The newly dubbed Daughters of Shadow assasinated their tormentor, the Great Emperor, Deveram, and as his Empire fell into the chaos of a war of succession between his many sons and generals they used the arts of the darkly sexual magics they learned from Lililandrene's visions to woo and manipulate the many many sides into a postion of tremendous reverence and influence. Now wealthy men give fortunes to enter the Hall of Shadows and just bear witness the pleasures and defilements being enacted within, much less willing to pay any price to participate in them.

But they aren't just witches and whores. Now centuries later the hopeless come to them wishing to be healed by their supernatural medical crafts, and kings and generals come to them for the daughters to foresee their futures.

Rhiannan had been a beggar on the streets when the daughters took her in and began teaching her to become one of them. She slept in the hall of shadows, watched and learned and waited for the day she would stand among the daughters and be called their sister.

Her intended, Khevaal, was a young and handsome boy, also taken from poverty on the streets. He had a broad back and firm muscles on a pleasing frame with a beautiful face and peircing green eyes and long hair the color of cornsilk. His beautiful body came from a diet and excercise regimen he was required to perform every day. Also he was to study the erotic arts focused on pleasing any of the daughters, but Rhiannan in particular for he was her intended. So far he was only permitted to bathe her, comb her hair, kiss her feet, and practice the arts of massage he was learning both relaxing and arousing on her, but only that far, and that only under demanding supervision of Masanvi-the Daughter serving as their teacher.

Being young and inexperienced in the matters of love both Rhiannan and Khevaal were becoming more and more attached to one another. They dreamed of the day Rhiannan would become a fully recognized Daughter of Shadow and then they would spend the rest of their days sharing all the skills they've learned freely with one another bearing the daughters many children.

Of course such pleasant dreams for a future were made for the bright light of day...they had no home in the shadows where monsters stalked for prey.

"Rhiannan," Masanvi asked her one night, "Are you still pleased with your Intended's performance? Is he learning the skills of a Daughter of Shadow's intended to your satisfaction."

"Oh, yes," Came Rhiannan's instant reply, "He is a very dedicated and studious person His talents at Assumvah massage alone are wonderful."

"A person," Masanvi repeated coldly with an arched eyebrow, "He is a male. An animal of base lusts and passions. He is meant for you to control, young one."

"But I do, Revered Daughter," She stammered falling back on addressing her teacher in a more formal way as Rhinannan began to sense the dangerous terrain she suddenly found herself negotiating with Masanvi. "He obeys my orders to him without complaint or hesitation at all times."

"Yes, I am aware, but his behavior does not need to be corrected but yours does, young one," Masanvi said in a chilling tone.

Rhiannan paused she rarely saw this side of Masanvi. There was a cold and cruel light in her eyes now...it was more than human...perhaps the furthest away from anything one can call humane. "What do you require of me, teacher?"

"To learn your place, child. Now follow me." She commanded her as she led her out into the corridor from the novices' wing and towards the Hall of Shadows proper. "You are aware that after night's bell sounds and you are fast asleep in your cot with the other novices I have summoned Khevaal to my quarters to instruct him in the erotic arts a Daughter's intended is required to learn personally." She smiled over to her pupil with a grin that was a dagger thrust into Rhiannan's heart. "I can say from experience that I am very satisfied with your intended's progress."

Why was she doing this? Had Rhiannan truly did something wrong?

No, no, she would endure this. As her lessons taught pain from the cruelty of others was nothing but wind and she was the palm tree. She would bend, but she would not break from the storm's wrath.

She swallowed past a lump in her throat as she saw her teacher take sadistic joy and describing how much she so enjoyed teaching him to use his nimble tongue to perform the dance of the hummingbird over Masanvi's clitoris with greater and greater proficiency-something Rhiannan was still forbidden to experience from him.

She led her past the wide heavy brass double doors that led into the cavernous Hall of Shadows itself. Here there were no windows and all was consumed in darkness with only candles making an island of firelight in a vast sea of black. She led Rhiannnan to one such island of candlelight centered by a pile of pillows on and pointed to a spot nearby. "Kneel there and observe. Do not move and do not speak except to answer a question I give you."

"Yes, teacher," She said lowering to her knees back straight.

Behind them came someone walking up from the doors. It was Khevaal. He was dressed only in a loin cloth and looked surprised to see Rhiannan kneeling there. "You summoned me, teacher."

Eunuchs pulled the doors closed leaving them swallowed in darkness with only the soft flickering of candles to cast any light for them at all. From a brazier she could smell the smoke from herbs and other things thrown in by the Eunuchs that hung back in the shadows. It felt like they were surrounded by them.

What was that? In her studies Rhiannan was learning to identify many different drugs the Daughters of Shadow used. Was the blackroot? That would make a man's spear stiffen without flagging. Maybe forkleaf as well? That would make everyone that inhaled it suggestible to any spell a Daughter wished to weave upon them.

"Yes, you will assist me in giving your intended, sweet innocent Rhiannan, a lesson, Khevaal," Masanvi said acidly. She stripped off her robe letting it fall to the floor. Beneath she wore a diaphanous silk that flowed like crimson smoke from her hips with anklets that tinkled with the sound of golden bells. Her firm breasts were held up by a golden top that tinkled with bells as well. Dozens of golden bracelets jingled at her wrists. "Let us begin."

From somewhere in the darkness some of the eunuchs began to play a steady rhythm on zurna, tombak, and kanun. Masanvi to Khevaal beckoned. He looked at Rhiannan with an apologetic air but obeyed their teacher's commands. He was clad in only his loincloth that hung like a flag off his great stiffened member.

Masanvi laughed at this, "As you can see, Rhiannan, Khevaal is prepared to do his duty. But a man should always be tantalized to the point of insanity before being allowed to sheath his spear in a Daughter." She stepped up to him and grabbed his arm and pivoted like she'd been teaching Rhiannan in her self-defense training, using the boy's own weight against him. He landed on his back on the pillows with a great rush of breath.

Then Masanvi began to dance. Her hips swayed in time to the music, even as she beat a complementary rhythm with her bells and the tiny cymbals on her thumb and forefingers. Rhiannan knew it was sexual magic. She was casting a spell on Khevaal. She watched her intended's eyes follow every move, mesmerized like a mouse by the movements of the Sandviper just before it struck out. His loincloth was taut , seeming about to tear from the strain, as was his muscles tense and well-defined, veins pulsing with the pounding in his blood blending with the music and losing himself to every motion she made dancing over and around him.

It went on for an interminable amount of time, Rhiannan both lost to the spectacle and appreciating the masterful craftsmanship of an expert at the pillowdance she was still only just learning. Finally Masanvi struck, moving over Khevaal and tugging his loincloth away to reveal his proud spear sticking straight up ready for her.

(To be continued)

 

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Thread I'd like to revive some time.

Divine Trinity

IC: Christian Armin-Renault

Christian had betrayed his mistress. There was no more unforgiveable crime than for a vampire's servant to commit. He should be overwhelmed with his failure, but he could feel nothing. He was just a flesh and blood thing devoid, cut off from any emotions.

It didn't matter anyway. Once a decision was made there was no point in dwelling on what might have happened or what he should have done. His feelings were always immaterial to his mistress' desires.

Christian had been born the heir of two families that had a long and proud history of raising, training, and providing vampires with the finest servants the world over. From the day he could walk he'd been prepared, taught, to be not only a vampire's servant but the most exceptional of all vampire servants. The intense indoctrination had lasted until he was deemed ready and old enough for Master Stefan, the vampire overseeing the InServ program his family was a part of, to sell him to a vampire mistress. It was the finest honor of his life. His one desire, one goal in life, was to give himself to a master or mistress that deemed him worthy of serving them.

The mistress that had purchased him had been the Lady Deava Rao. True to his training and the calling of Christian's heart he had served her unconditionally never hesitating, never questioning, but His Lady Deava had been an aloof and often cruel mistress. Christian had never complained no matter what she deigned to do to him. It was not his place. After all he was her property to do with whatever she wished.

But Lady Deava was a vampire of lower rank in their society and that consumed her to the point of obsession. She had purchased Christian since a servant from the InServ program was something of a status symbol among Vampires. Like men who bought motorcycles or those really expensive sports cars or membership into a country club she wanted to use Christian as a stepping stone to propel her into higher and higher circles.

It had worked for Lady Deava but only to a point. It was only a matter of time for her to realize that the only reason she rose in the social ladder of vampire society was because of her InServ servant and all her jealousy and bitterness turned into something far more terrifying both to Christian personally and upon those she deemed unfairly above her, like the ruling body of the Vampire world itself, the council.

Christian had tried to serve her faithfully as a Servant should, but when he learned what she had planned he had gone to the council and told them what his mistress was planning. The Vampire hunters she allowed onto the grounds to assassinate them were ambushed and slaughtered and the council itself confronted his Mistress. They had nearly stopped her but Lady Deava had slain two and managed to narrowly escape, leaving Christian behind.

Their enforcers had taken samples of his blood to track her down by the link the third-mark gave all vampires and their servants. He couldn't really blame his mistress for what she did next. She would punish him with death for his betrayal, but making him suffer was out of self-preservation. It clouded the link making it harder to trace where she was through his mind, and also made him pay, as he should for betraying her like he had.

Now he was strapped to a table deep within the interior of the castle that was hosting this year's gathering of the Vampire race. He writhed in agony and fear atop it. The room was sedate and quiet despite the cries and wails and groans that escaped his lips. In his mind he was in hell. Images and sensations broadcast into his brain from Deava over the link of hellfire raging around him burning and roasting his flesh. Hideous evil creatures stabbed with long sharp knives into him slowly slicing him open. They were slow and methodical delighting in his agony.

Christian should suffer. He didn't regret telling on his mistress, but it meant he had no purpose, no calling any longer. Compared to that there was no torment that could compare to the despair his heart was engulfed in.

So he suffered there in that room arms and limbs bound for his safety as he writhed.

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IC: Fiona Adair

Fiona and Triana followed Lord Brian along the corridor deep within the castle that was holding the gathering this year. They hadn't gone to these for the last few decades. Triana was a vampire of lower standing in their society and as her servant Fiona would be obligated to participate as a grounds' servant.

It was silly of course. When she had first become Triana's servant she had been shy and demure, but after three hundred years there wasn't a thing that went on here that Triana hadn't already done to her or been the architect of being done to her. Fiona had seriously been there and done that to it all, but that was where the body was concerned.

Here in the gathering the way vampires treated their servants...pissed her off. She had been lucky that Triana generally agreed, and that was part of the reason Triana had rarely come to these.

Still there was no denying that here Triana's paintings sold as fast as she could put them on display, so too were her photo prints and the few statues she had brought flying off her kiosk in the castle's second hall as Fiona participated in the entertainment within the hedge maze behind the castle and would spend several hours of a night's work with her mistress reasserting her dominance over her.

Just the day before she was in the heart of the maze arrayed in the broad shallow fountain. Lord Dyson's servant Sun Lien Yi had her tongue doing wonderful desperate things insde the folds of her cunt as another servant...a new one from a master from Argentina was furiously pumping into the chineese servant's ass. They were all three on the edge, afterall they had been a part of this game for over two hours non-stop. Every five minutes another servant would ring a gong and they would switch positions those that couldn't restrain themselves from cumming provided their masters or mistresses reason to punish them.

Since Triana had been managing her kiosk and negotiating a sale for her last painting and Lien Yi's master had been locked in a sudden urgent council meeting. The vampires assembled to watch the game unfold within the fountain hoped they'd be allowed to administer the punishment for the losing sub instead.

Fiona trembled. She didn't want any of them touching her...not without Triana being there. She had lost track of time and didn't know how long it was before the gong was rung again. Plus she'd already made the servant she'd been blowing to cum. He was currently at his master's command going from one vampire spectator to another asking them if they would spank him. His arse cheeks looked like over-ripe tomatoes they were so red.

She trembled again. Lien Yi knew her too well. Lord Dyson was the council member as well as overlord of the territory she and Triana lived in and so they had stayed as guests in Lord Dyson's mansion in the city several times. She had taken to Lien Yi, Lord Dyson's servant, from the start. Now Lien Yi was using that familiarity to push her right up to the edge. That quiet reserved woman from shanghai was going to make her lose the game if that damned gong didn't go off in the next few seconds.

It wasn't helping at all that Triana was looking over the leather floggers in the kiosk next to hers and sending her images and sensations of what she'd do with them to punish her when Lien Yi made her cum.

The gong sounded much to Fiona's relief but Lien Yi suddenly dropped into the water of the fountain.

It wasn't until later that they had learned of Deava Rao's attempted assassination of the council, and that Lord Dyson had been one of the two council members that she managed to kill in her escape. Lien Yi being Lord Dyson's third-marked servant had died the moment he had even on the other side of the castle grounds.

Losing them had shaken her and she wrapped her self in slacks and a thick sweater today going away from the usual practice of servant's dressing to entice or not wearing anything at all during the gathering. The night before she had cried in Triana's arms for them.

Lord Dyson had been a little cold and aloof, and a little harsh at times, but at heart he was a good and decent man, and Lien Yi...they weren't even going to bury her body next to her master's. She'd have no headstone either. No, Sun Lien Yi Sept. 22 1808-June 1, 2014: A good servant and better friend and a terrible poker player. Now no one but her and Triana would remember her the way she was meant to be...as a human being.

It just brought to home her own fate coming. It couldn't be too much longer now when she'd be buried without ceremony or reverence like Lien Yi had been beyond Triana.

So now she followed lord Bryan down the corridor behind Triana. He had requested that they come and see someone down here, and Fiona wasn't feeling like she could handle being away from her mistress at the moment so she had come with them. Yet now as the most terrible of wails and cries were echoing off the walls she found herself wishing she'd stayed behind. What terrible soul could be in that much agony down here?

Brian stopped at a door and opened it wide. Inside the room was a man, a handsome man, arching and writhing crying out in unending torment.

"This is Christian," Brian explained, "Deava Rao's servant. If it was not for him...the council may have been killed by her plot, and she's putting him through this for it..."

He regarded Triana, "I have tried everything I can, but there's just not enough research in blocking a vampire's link with her servant. Nothing is working..."

"...Except...perhaps...if he were to get at least the second mark from the vampire that made his mistress..." He walked over to the table and placed a gentle hand on the tortured man's shoulder. "...If your were willing Lady Triana...you could theoretically supercede Rao's mark with him, or at least push her into a tiny little corner of his mind. Give the poor thing some peace."

Fiona stepped up to her mistress looking down at the strggling groaning man tied to the table before them.

"Can you really help him, Triana?" She sent out over their shared link.

 

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thread I'd like to revive some time

Lessons in Carnal Knowledge

IC: Miranda Sutherlin

Miranda walked down the marina to the gangplank of the large luxury yacht with the name 'Lady in White' scrawled on its bow.

Miranda was a professional girl, a very high class escort, a very expensive whore, and a God damned good one too. Like this current job she was starting. A long time regular client had arranged to pay her a ridiculously stupid amount of money to be put on retainer over this summer and not even for him. She was hired for the man's son. It seems his son was in need of a tutor in sex education, but the fun kind Escorts like her specialized in exercising.

At the top of the gangplank the captain helped her aboard saying, "Good day, Ms. Sutherlin."

"Hello Captain," She greeted him, "Is our young man on board yet?"

"He is not yet here. Should be coming on soon though," He nodded to her parked Range Rover at the end of the marina, "I'll get the lads to bring up your luggage and help you get settled in before he arrives."

"And are you okay with what may or may not be happening between myself and him," She asked pointedly.

"Ma'am, we've all signed NDAs when we were hired to crew this boat," The captain told her, "Beyond that we'll be running with a skeleton crew on this voyage and all of us will defer to the owner's policy on the goings-on between our passengers. We'll mind our own business and not bother you or the young sir. You will have to wait on yourselves but if it all goes well you won't even know we are here. We'll cast off for the open water as soon as he arrives."

"Excellent, Captain," She smiled, "Now I'd like to get my bags on board and take a quick shower and change into something more appropriate before our little man shows up."

She strode into the cabin as he sent some men to fetch her luggage for her. As they brought her bags inside she took her shower and changed into a simple red bikini and sunglasses. She looked at her reflection through the window. She still looked as she did when she was twenty-eight thanks to rigorous exercise and healthy dieting. Not too shabby for someone that would turn thirty-five next winter.

She found all of her bags left inside her bedroom. Walking into the kitchen she opened the fridge to find it fully stocked for their voyage-the cabinets were full too. While waiting she pulled out some lettuce, a cucumber, radishes, a bag of carrot slices, some croutons and a bottle of salad dressing. Might as well make some supper while she waited.

By the time she was finished with the salads she'd made she noticed out the window the crew untying the mooring lines of the yacht and heard the sound of the big boat's engines revving up. She also heard the unmistakable sound of a young man entering the cabin of his father's yacht and seeing a blonde bombshell of a woman in a red bikini setting salads onto his dinner table.

She smiled warmly over her shoulder to the young man, "Hello I am Miranda, and I am here to guide you in your education. I am an escort, and a damned good one too, so I am sure you can imagine just what sort of education that would imply."

She pulled out a chair at the table for him with his salad waiting for him to dig in. "Let us discuss the specifics of just what that education will entail over some supper."

Outside 'The Lady in White' was pulling away from the marina and heading to the open water beyond the mouth of the bay and the Atlantic ocean beyond that.

 

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Thread I'd like to revive some time

Brimstone and Blowjobs

IC: Ana'qasjra (Ana)

She felt the pull of the spell long before it dragged her up from lower rings of pit of sin and torment into the physical realm. It had been so long since she walked the place called Earth. So when the sulfurous smoke cleared it took her a moment to learn to focus eyes to see, to use lungs to breathe in air again. Slowly and unsteadily she raised up on her feet.

Where was she? By the musky smell in the air she decided she had been summoned somewhere underground, the basement of some building or other place. But where was the one that had summoned her?

Wings stretched out behind her and recoiled when the air crackled with energy when they tried to cross the border of the summoning circle that contained her like an animal inside a cage. Interesting-the barrier was decent enough but she could already sense areas where it was weak enough that if she pushed hard enough she'd be able to break free with only moderate damage to her physical body.

Perhaps later.

She could tell the moment her summoner laid eyes upon her without seeing it. The rise of sexual interest was like a guttering candle in a dark room to her. Behind her. A wicked smile raised her lips as Ana shifter her weight so her well-toned ass stood out for him, tail curling up the back of one long shapely crimson-colored leg. Arms raised to lift the ebon-black hair up above her head to give her so-called new master a buffet for his eyes to feast upon.

"Am I everything you hoped me to be when you decided to chalk this circle onto the floor, mortal?"

She glanced over her shoulder to get a glimpse of him and dropped the hair back at the sight of him, "Well, I am sorely disappointed."

 

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Sin and Sadism

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This is a darker story than I've ever done, and will have elements of bdsm to it.

An idea for a cuckolding story. However I'm not so much interested in the humiliation of the cuckolded husband as with the journey of the wife doing the cuckolding. At first I want her to be a happily married woman with a husband that is kind and supportive to her, but he can't satisfy her sexually. Her husband, Craig, is meek and timid and unfortunately posesses a hair trigger when it comes to intercourse with her. He's a wonderful husband and she does love him, but he's just not enough for her. She's obsessed, fixated, on getting someone or some thing that will satisfy her needs.

In contrast to Craig my character will be tall, dark, handsome, muscular, with a large cock and the experience and confidence and inventiveness to use it to more than satisfy her. However personality-wise he's someone that should repulse her. He's arrogant, cruel, and utterly shameless. Yet she's drawn to him despite all of that.

This is because he isn't human. My character will be an incubus free on earth for centuries and relishes the sin and sadism of his lifestyle.

they met In the past at some party and when they did he planted a hypnotic seed in her mind. In the time since then she's found herself thinking back to my character and fantasizing about having sex with him, even masturbating to those fantasies, even when making love with her husband imagining it was my character. Despite all her efforts she's drawn to my character, obsessed with him. To the point where she becomes my character's sexslave willingly.

I want to start this on the first time they do it in media res, and tell the backstory via flashbacks. Also this is not a love story. I want to make that clear. the wife's character should feel conflicted about everything she's doing but unable to turn away from doing it because of her obsession. So this is not a love story. This is an anti-love story. Your character and Craig are happily married at the start and this story is the journey of that marriage being torn apart and the husband being destroyed by her actions, her choice to be with my character without love but sexual satisfaction and fulfillment of her obsession over being with Craig happily-ever-after.

As I said this story will focus pretty much entirely on the wife's feeling of conflict with a sense of loyalty to Craig who does not deserve to be treated so horribly by my character and especially not her, and her inability to turn away from doing just that to him. So I will need a female RPer for the role capable of balancing that conflict within her and developing into something of a character arc for her.

 

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The Island of Dark Delights

IC: Aram Baelekhar

Millenia ago the sorceress, Rahvanet D'Shiva, rose to such arcane power that she cast off the bonds of mortality and strode this earth immortal, a goddess of darkness, awe-striking beauty, and perverse eroticism among the merely mundane human men and women of this world. In the coming centuries she had conquered the entirety of the world. But ruling the world is an arduous and tedious labor and she pulled further and further away from the day to day tasks of being the Empress becoming more and more hermetic. Now in the modern era her high priests handled governing of her worldwide empire in her name. The goddess remains sequestered upon her infamous island of decadent dark delights behind the sprawling Imperial Palace and rarely if ever set foot off of it in four or five hundred years.

Aram Baelekhar, was an orphan growing up in the streets of the Imperial city. To escape the slums he'd joined the Imperial army and fought with great distinction in putting down the slave rebellions of the Lhidiri, and then the next year defending the Capitol during the uprising of the blasphemous Longinus sect shooting the sect's heretical leader in his corpulent head. Afterwards his service to the Goddess's empire was rewarded with the Silver Crescent medal of extraordinary valor and a new posting of great honor in the Imperial Palace's Guard. There as soldiers are want to do, he'd began to hear of the perverse and ribald goings on as well as the consequences for those that dared set foot there. He would often stare out his window across the lake under the silver moon at night watching the patrol boats of the Island's guard-a smaller and more secretive group within the palace's guard's compliment and then to the island itself dotted with modern and ancient buildings. Every night he would dream of the decadent pleasures that could or were taking place there...or more to the point: of Her-his Empress, his Goddess dark and beautiful and terrifying.

Until one night he chose to act. The swim across the lake was long and arduous. The Island's patrol boats meant he had to stay under the surface and by the time he reached the island his lungs were burning for air and darkness threatened his vision. He did not come up for air on the island's shore. The guards patrolled the beaches with dogs. No, he came up for air in a storm drain he'd spotted on those nights he'd stare at the island from his window in the palace. There he climbed, crawled, and clambered up it and into the underworking of the Island itself. He quietly exited out of a manhole cover in the center of a courtyard and began to sneak through it darting from shadow to shadow.

He did not know where to go. Ahead of him was a great manse of modern make with floor to ceiling windows and helipad atop it, To his right he saw the largest pool he'd ever seen, to his left he heard music playing coming from one of the ancient buildings he'd seen from his window. It was a tower forty or fifty feet high
with high arches circling around it. It was open up top and the full moon was easily seen from the opening there. On the walls were painted murals of humanlike but not exactly human creatures in a dizzying variety of sexual congress and revelry. In the center was an obsidian statue so exquisitely carved he recognized it as a depiction of the goddess herself. Only from her back spread great black wings and a pointed tail. From her head what he took to be some decorations of a crown or head dress was in actuality horns of bull emerging from her forehead. Along the arches lining the interior of the wall sat people men and woman all naked save for the golden rings piercing their nipples and genitals and a golden collar around their necks with silver chains linking them to the piercings. They all played a different musical instrument to produce a sinuous, sensual, erotic melody that others among them danced and cavorted to. The light from the moon and stars above was the only illumination.

Stealthily he circled around to the back side to peer through one of the arches to see what would happen next. Looking at them all in the pale moon light from here he could see how attractive each one of them were. The men were strong and handsome. The woman lithe and beautiful with full busoms heaving through their motions and firm buttocks just begging to be grasped hold of.

Then suddenly a gong sounded and all those collapsed where they were prostrating themselves as a woman in a silken kimono carried on a padded palanquin by four of the biggest most-body builder like-guards he'd ever seen. They carried her before her demonic statue and set her down. She rose from her seat looking over the bowing servants

"Continue." She said in a smoky sweet tone.

They obeyed her command instantly the musicians resumed the sensuous melody. The dancers stood before her in a row heads bowed in deference to their goddess. She walked slowly down the line looking over each one. Her hand reaching out to touch or caress the ass or breasts or pussies as though she were in a supermarket looking for the freshest of produce. Finally she stopped at one on the end. A young girl with an expression of trusting innocence. Her long red hair cascaded over her pale freckled shoulder to her peach-sized breasts which jutted firmly out from her chest, the pierced pink nipples long and clearly erect. Her waist was slim and hips narrow, and bottom arrogantly pert.

Aran hungered to run his tongue over her body and taste the fresh young beauty. He shifted slightly to make himself comfortable for a rising cock tenting his pants.

At a gesture from their Empress two other slaves one carrying a jug. He tipped the jug over the redheaded slave's head and shoulders. the other slaves began massaging it into their chosen sister's supple flesh. Finally they helped her climb up onto an waist high altar set before the statue of the goddess.

Once done the music began a more up tempo driving beat. Once the oiled redheaded slave girl lay back on the temple as the others began rubbing and fingering her pussy. The goddess spread her arms out looking up at full moon and began chanting in a language Aram did not recognize. Two more of the slaves removed her kimono baring her body to the pale moonlight.

Aram gasped and he felt a throb in the painful erection in his pants at the sight of her body. She had two of the largest, most perfectly formed breasts he'd ever seen with a flat muscular stomach trailing down to a narrow waist curving down towards a bare shaven crotch. The one slave set down the jug and the other lifted what looked like a strap-on, but huge, at least eight or nine inches long and as thick around as the goddess's arm. The two slaves knelt and began fastening the rubber monstrosity onto their Empress's pelvis. All the while the goddes Rahvenet never lowered her gaze from the moon and never broke the cadence of her chanting.

Then when the slaves work was finished they backed away and only then did the Goddess lower her gaze to peer at her chosen for this ritual. Without breaking her chanting she knelt her on the hard stone altar between the redheaded slave's legs. She gripped the girl's ankles and raised them high up and then bending them up so her knees were raised on either side of her breasts lifting her ass up off the altar's surface. This raised the goddess's ass up to give Aram a clear view of two perfect globes of erotic flesh in her ass cheeks and full pouty lips of her sex.

His mouth was dry staring at it and his cock throbbed with longing to plunge inside of it.

The goddess remained motionless the head of the gigantic strap on poised at the spread open lips of the redheaded slave. She stared into the girl's young eyes and increased the cadence of her chanting as she plunged down forward driving the phallus home inside the rehead's cunt all the way to the base. The redhead's cry was caught in her throat as the huge dildo was hammered inside of her. She chanted with the other slaves joining her for the next several minutes as she pile-drived the strap-on into the redheaded girl's pussy relentlessly.

After a moment the Goddess glanced back over her shoulder to one of the male slaves and nodded to him before turning her attention back to fucking the redhead and her chanting. The male slave came up to them and stepped up to stand behind them on the altar. He reached down and parted his misstress's flexing buttocks and placed the head of his large cock at her anus. While her chanting continued she paused the fucking of the redhead and the man lunged forward impaling her ass. Then the three of them began fucking faster and harder.

(To be continued)

 

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I'm a big fan of the book series by Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time having read all 14 books multiple times and with coming of the tv show am excited to do something with it.

Story idea: A menage romance tread from the world of Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time centering around the relationship between an Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah and her two warders whose characters I would play both of. I would like it set during the events of either Eye of the word or The Great Hunt (Books 1 or 2) that way I can appeal to people that will only have watched the upcoming show on Amazon Prime as well as people that are familiar with the book series.

(Although setting it during the later books does appeal to me what with the schism of the tower the machinations of the Black Ajah and the rise of the Dragon Reborn and the coming of the Last Battle and the existence Black Tower-maybe one of the warders could be an Asha'amon; that could present some juicy drama to the story-or alternatively setting it after the last battle during the dragon's peace and the bad guys could be the Seanchan-maybe she was an Aes Sedai captured by the Seanchan but due to events escaped or was rescued and is still dealing with PTSD of that ordeal.) I think where we do set the story depends on who I get as a cowriter and her knowledge of the story.

I am looking for a female writer familiar with the books to some degree, at least the show when it comes out.

Wheel of Time on Amazon prime trailer

 

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Idea for a Paranormal vampire threesome romance thread.

Lucretia is a vampire. She was turned into a vampire by her beloved husband, her lord and master, the Count Vladamir Andrei pietro Silas Malakov in the year 1571 AD. They ravaged the land together as undead husband and wife until the catholic church got wind of it and dispatched their secret monster hunters the Sword of Michael. Their running battle was fierce and long stretching from the dusk to dawn the next day. Count Vladamir valiantly stayed behind to fend off the monster hunters allowing his darling wife to find shelter from the coming daylight. As the light of dawn struck him he turned to ash. Those ashes were carefully collected as others searched for Lucretia's hiding place...they did not find her.

For the next four hundred years they kept Vladamir's ashes in a protected urn in a sleepy monastery in the middle of Tuscany thus entrapping the vampire's undying soul safely within it. That is until 25 years ago when Lucretia sneaked inside the monastery and broke the urn freeing her beloved's soul to be reincarnated inside a newborn baby somewhere in the world that very moment he was freed from his consecrated prison.

She then managed to escape and evade the Sword of Michael for the next twenty-five years searching the world over for the human vessel that contained her beloved husband's soul. And now she has found him in the middle of a sleepy little town in the rural South of the USA.

Owen Harper was a mechanic in the sleepy little town of Riverbend Tennessee. He was raised by a single church going mom to love god his country and respect women. He worked in Riverbend's only carshop on cars, trucks, ATVs, tractors- basically if it had a motor he could get it going for you good as new. He'd had dreams of another life, another time, another woman. A dark and sultry woman he had loved with an unholy passion.

Also to Lucretia's shock he was already married to his highschool sweetheart Abbigail Harper. What does she do about this? Her plan had always been to seduce her husband's vessel until she had an oppurtunity to turn him and thus bring her beloved Vladamir back from death...but now watching and talking with the two of them...and the Sword of Michael was not far behind her in searching for Vladamir's vessel. Now if they were to kill Owen Vladamir would be lost with him to burn in hell with all the other sinners.

To save her beloved from that fate she'd have to turn Owen, and perhaps Abby as well...no that would be hers and Owen's decision...or maybe it would be best if she did not give them that choice. She didn't know.

 

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Basic idea for a thread.

Creatures of Sin and Flames

A married couple that have been together since high school still love eachother but has lost that spark in their marriage. After two children and a demanding career for the husband their sex life has become more of an occasional obligation and as exciting as watching paint dry for them both. Unwilling to let the fire between them die out one night they turn to their next door neighbor, a sex therapist, who offers to help them bring back the adventure into their sex lives. The catch is that the therapist's method of this is to conduct a series of sex games they must participate in...regardless of just what it asks them to do in these games. At first it seems fairly benign, a way to spice their love lives up with some roleplaying or other safe sex game, but as they continue more and more of these games push the boundaries until they risk more and more for that spark, that heat between them as they complete each game and anxiously await what the next will ask them to do.

 

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A Calling in Shadows

IC: Loneshadow

Night was generally a bad time to be out all alone in the frontier. All knew that the scattered settlements in the wilderness were the only pockets of safety to be found on this side of the Titanpeaks, and outside their wooden walls belonged to the remnants of the ancient forces of evil: orcs, goblins, trolls, even the odd werewolf or vampire. Though it had been almost a thousand years since their ultimate defeat by the armies of Solara, the Sun goddess, and the sundering of Severa, goddess of the night. Her children still remained in shattered desolate ruins here and there in the badlands. Their memories were long and the nursed longer grudges with the good folk of the world, and here in these wild and untamed lands that used to belong to them the night in the frontier was theirs.

Yes, night was a very bad time to be out, especially now when the two moons; Silvery Achalere and Ruby Rissolm, were full. Folk said they were the eyes of the evil one, when full she looked down through them seeing all in the moonlight in bitterness judging and cursing the good followers that walked in the light of the sun, and followed her sister's commandments.

Yet, Loneshadow was not so easily spooked by the tales told to children to make them behave. The frontier was his home-had been longer than most people in the settlements could remember. His long life part of his elven heritage given to him by his father. His mother a human woman whom he'd fallen in love with despite the laws of purity his people adhered to. She had died giving birth to him and rather than raising him as a mark of his shame, the coward had left him on the doorstep of a farmhouse instead. He had grown up to love solitude and the forests. He tracked and hunted, and trapped for pelts to sell in the market in Watch Hill. The critters of the woods never pointed at his pointy ears or beardless face with mocking laughs. In the woods there were no laws or rules. The frontier despite the danger was the only place in this world a man could truly be free. He loved it here. Even at night, this was his home.

He had heard of orc raids on the farms clustered around the walls of Watch Hill, and while he was not a member of the Duskwatch militia, he did do the odd job for them from time to time. So he'd set about tracking them deep into the woods. Now, under the eyes of evil in the night sky above him he watched them. This was not the usual raiding party...he counted a hundred of the monsters camped in the clearing if not more. This was a horde. Something not seen since the dark days of the great war against the evil one.

He hid behind a tree on a hill spying down upon them. He could see the farmer and his family being roughly dragged off to the big tent at the base of the hill. He saw someone emerge out of the inside of the tent. A woman. Human, she was no Orc, that was certain. She was horribly disfigured, twisted and bent like them. She stood tall in loose bearskin clothing, hair dark as the night sky flowing down her back, and skin shining in the moonlight white like ivory, unblemished. In point of fact she looked beautiful.

What was she doing here walking amidst these foul monsters as if she belonged with them?

The Orcs brought the farmer and his family to her throwing them down at her feet. Barking to her in the coarse guttural language they used. She looked down upon the terrified people before her impassively. Loneshadow's fingers tightened on his musket. He couldn't do anything to save them. There were just too many of those monsters, and the Duskwatch needed to know the Orcs were amassing a real horde again...the nations to the east of the Titanpeaks needed to hear of this and Loneshadow was the only person who could warn them. He was going to watch these poor folks be murdered, and there was nothing he could do to stop it, and Solara damn his soul forever for it.

Just then one of the orcs pulled the farmer's head back and raised a flint knife to his throat. Here it comes. The grizzly murder he could not stop.

"Na'agai!" The woman ordered raising a hand freezing every Orc there. she spoke to them in thier language clear and expertly..

Who was she?

As she continued speaking to them Loneshadow got the impression she was berating them. They fell to their knees before this one little human woman prostrating themselves before her. She turned to the farmer and pointed to the trees and towards Watch Hill. "Go now," She told them, "May your harvest be bountiful, Jomar Caston. Know that I have looked into your heart and not found you deserving of my wrath. Remember this mercy in the days ahead."

She bent down and undid the bonds of them all before turning back to her tent.

Loneshadow could not belieive what he was seeing. Who was this woman?

"Loneshadow," Came a soft voice from behind him, "You named yourself that because you are always alone...interesting."

"What!" He spun raising his musket upon the person behind him. It was her, but how? She had been at the bottom of the hill just a second before and now she was twenty feet up a steep slope. How had she moved so fast and snuck up behind him without his keen ears hearing her?

She caught the barrel of the musket in her hand. Lonehadow pulled to wrench it free. It did not budge. She was such a slight thing, he outweighed her by several stones at least..how could she be that strong?

She eyed the musket with interest, "Intriguing device." She smiled to him, "I see she could not stamp out the spirit of invention even among her own flock. Tell me about them."

"Who.." He asked in confusion but found himself offering more information to this mystery of a woman, "...muskets are
frowned upon by the temple, but out here on the frontier the Peacekeepers' reach is not so long...and folk, use what they can to protect themselves. No one from the kingdoms in the east will for them."

She let go of the musket and nodded to him. He held his musket between them...as if that was any barrier to fend her off.

"Who are you," He asked her the burning question ricocheting through his thoughts.

"I have heard you call out to me. Even though you never knew me. Those like you yearn for me. Your need for me has roused me from my long slumber, Loneshadow,"

He took a step back away from her and felt the treetrunk he'd hid behind before press into his back. "Who are you?"

She shook her head, "You know who I am." She looked into his eyes and he could see hers. One eye was silver and the other ruby red. He remembered the stories people tell children to make them behave. He looked to the full moons above. One silver, and one Ruby red. He looked back to her eyes. The Eyes of the Evil One.

"You died. Slain at the climax of the great war...Solara Sun-hair killed you..."

"You cannot kill us. We appear so, but we are not as you mortals are," She answered, "As long as the need for us exists me and my sister will never truly die."

He swallowed past a lump in his throat, "What are you going to do?"

"Because she did not agree with me she called me and all those that loved me, evil," Severa answered bitterly, "She sent her own followers to slaughter mine for the fatal sin of being mine and not hers."

"She betrayed me and forced me to sleep battered and broken," She gestured out to the Orcs climbing the hill to surround them both as she continued, "She threw rocks down from the sky decimating my people's cities and homes. Millions died, and those that remained were reduced to savagery just trying to survive in the wasteland she left of their homeland."

"And she did something to them upon the foundation stones of their bodies..she has cursed them for a thousand years now and for generations yet to come." She bent down and picked up an Orc child. It clung to her looking at her with an eyeless face and a twisted and useless arm. "Do you really expect me to let this treachery go?"

"But folk out there don't deserve another war," he said pointing to the farmer's family rushing off into the woods below for the safety of Watch Hill, "You let them go...why?"

"Unlike you, Loneshadow, the Caston's only want safety and to work the land," She said dismissively. "I did not want war, though it is inevitable now. When she discovers I am awakened. She will unite her followers to eradicate me again and stamp out the hearts like yours that call out for me for another thousand years. War will come, and this time what's left of my people will be ready of it."

 

[Veroe]

Inspirational Quotes from one of my favorite Erotica Writers​

“You’re like a queen. You’re strong and fearless. Men serve you. They want to serve you. Hell, they should serve you. You don’t answer to anybody. You don’t apologize to anyone ... You make me wish we lived a thousand years ago. I’d slay dragons for you, Mistress.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Last Good Knight
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“I know people think erotica is just a romance novel with rougher sex. It's not. If it's a subgenre of anything, it's horror.

Horror? Really?

Romance is sex plus love. Erotica is sex plus fear.”
― Tiffany Reisz, quote from The Siren

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“Broken love is the most dangerous love. It will slice you open with every touch.”
― Tiffany Reisz, quote from The Siren

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“She seemed like the type of woman who'd help you forget about your headache by setting your bed on fire.”
― Tiffany Reisz, quote from The Siren

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“A love story is not the same as a romance novel. A romance novel is the story of two people falling in love against their will. This is a story of two people who leave each other against their will. It starts to end the minute they meet.”
― Tiffany Reisz, quote from The Siren

 

[Veroe]

This is something of a fan fiction. It's an idea that came to me after watching Man of Steel recently. It's funny because I'm a Marvel guy generally speaking, and not really ever have been drawn to Superman before, but it's in my brain now and I need it out. It's not really an SRP concept, or remotely erotic, but I need it out of my brain and put to life somewhere else. So, here goes...

This is an alternate Earth story of Superman. Let's say it's set on Earth 31 or whatever number alternate earth DC comics hasn't already established in their multiverse. The number really doesn't matter, all that matters is I'm playing with continuity including flipping genders and backstories and timelines...should be fun, right?

So, here goes.


The New Chronicles of the Superman
Survivors Part 1

IC: Alexandra (Lex) Luthor

The interview room of Eastgate Prison was sparse and utilitarian. Just a barred window letting in the midmorning sun, a table bolted into the floor, and two plastic chairs. Two of the Neanderthals they hired as prison guards stood outside should she manage to make a fuss when her visitor eventually showed up to interview her. The dim-witted imbiciles had no idea Though considering the way Lex's life had changed since her conviction and incarceration it should be pardoned for her harboring a degree of a grudge against the man that had brought her so low as Clark Kent had done to her.

Just a year ago she had eaten gourmet food, hobnobbed with titans of industry and senators, and had the freedom to go wherever in the world she wished. A woman of her wealth and intelligence, she had the entire universe at her command...until him.

Yeah, there was a grudge...towards one Mr. Clark Kent. Prison afforded her ample time for introspection. It was all that she had time for. That and planning for the future she had gotten a glimpse of.

Was that why she had requested an interview from Kent-though she was surprised when he had agreed to do it. Why? From what she now knew of the man-

The door opened and in walked a man in jeans, a blue buttoned down, a cheap tie, and brown blazer, and large bulky glasses designed to attract attention away from the features of his face. He shoulders drooped, and his posture was perpetually slumped forward. Considering what she knew now of this man, it was still amazing to her that she had never ever before realized what a charade he was carefully maintaining.

He looked at her and stopped, "Lex, your hair?"

"Oh, that's right," She lifted a hand to her head to smooth fingers over her now bald pate, "I've had it shaved off since the last time we saw each other, Kent."

Kent pulled the plastic chair out slumped down into it. "That's a shame. You seemed quite fond of your hair."

"That's not the only change I've gone through." She pulled down the collar of her prison issue t-shirt to reveal a tattoo of the S-shield symbol of the Superman dripping with blood. "Julia, my cellmate, is quite the artist."

"Well let's get started, shall we," Kent said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a recorder. "You requested me to interview you Why is that?"

"Considering I tried to have your wife murdered?" She surmised, "How is Lois by the way? Sadly, I wasn't invited to the wedding. And the baby? Was it a boy or girl?"

The eyes behind those glasses narrowed slightly, "A girl...and Lois is fine...let's get back to me interviewing you."

"But I'm enjoying this catching up with old friends much too much," Lex said leaning back and crossing her arms in front of her. "And we haven't seen each other in what...four months...at my trial?"

"Nine months," Kent corrected her, "Me and Lois didn't attend your trial. You know after your Metallo tried to murder my fiancé at the time."

"Yes, Superman was there as a key witness of me sending Joanna Corbin to kill Lois Lane. I had the best lawyers money could pay for. However that didn't stand much of a chance against the word of an alien infiltrator," She shook herself taking back control of her anger. She needed to wait for the right time, and it would come. Oh yes, it would come. She had seen the future after all. "So, the last time I saw you Mr. Kent, was at the trial four months ago."

Those eyes widened at that and after a moment Kent's hand went to the recorder on the table and shut it off. "I have no idea of what you're getting at, Lex."

"Come now, Kent," She said leaning forward and smirking like she was driving a dagger into his heart, "Did you really think a simple pair of glasses would be an effective disguise in an age of facial recognition programs?"

 

[Veroe]

The New Chronicles of the Superman
Survivors Part 2

IC: Clark Kent/the Superman

"Come now, Kent," She said leaning forward and smirking like she was driving a dagger into his heart, "Did you really think a simple pair of glasses would be an effective disguise in an age of facial recognition programs?"

Clark sat there looking into the eyes of Lex Luthor. What was she after? She had to know telling him that she knew of his secret identity was not good strategy wise. It would give him time to construct a defense should or when she went public. "Are you threatening me, Lex?"

"I thought about it when I found out," She replied casually, "I admit I would've gained a large amount of vindication in destroying your ludicrous little life as weak fumbling mediocre Clark Kent, but I didn't. I knew for months before I ever even started my Metallo project, and yet I never acted on it-not even now. Don't you want to know why?"

"Alright," Clark sighed weary of where this might be going, "Why?"

Lex smiled to him, a cold and spiteful smirk, "I have to admit that when I first found out I could not believe it. Why would anyone as powerful as Superman waste a moment of his time masquerading as a loser like Clark Kent? I could not understand it. So, I ran the facial ID program again and again. It always came back to you until I started to accept it. It took me the better part of a year to do that."

"So, in all that time why did you ever try to expose who I am or try to blackmail me," Clark asked.

"As I said, I thought about doing both, but knowing who you were made me start thinking about why I hated you so much," She explained, "It was mostly my own ego involved. Your very existence threatened my entire view of my own self-worth. So therefor, I had to hate you and try to destroy you to prove myself superior even to you. but beyond that I possessed a clear-eyed view of the danger you pose to humanity, Superman."

Clark shook his head, "Danger? I've saved this planet at least a dozen times so far Lex."

"Oh yes the world is quite enamored with their guardian angel from another planet," She noted sarcastically, "Punching meteors away, rescuing idiots who built towns too close to an active volcano, or even pulling down a little girl's cat from a tree, but no one but me considers what a threat someone as powerful you are can become to the course of events for the world's future."

"I'm not sure I follow where you're going."

"Why haven't you stepped in to stop the situation between the state of Israel and the Palestinians?" She laughed, "Or acted to depose any of the brutal dictatorial regimes around the world. If you chose to do it no army on this planet could hope to stop you."

"It's not my place," He said confidently, "Those are problems humanity needs to settle on its own."

"And that's why I never acted on what I learned, Kent, until..."

"...Until you tried to have Lois killed. Why, Lex?"

"Wrong," She laughed, "I didn't try to kill her. I have nothing against Lois Lane. Belieive it or not I actually admire and respect your wife. No, I tried to kill your child in Lois's womb."

 

[Veroe]

I've been wanting to do a thread based off this for some time now. I just need a good plot hook for it.

 

[HornyIsh69]

I've been wanting to do a thread based off this for some time now. I just need a good plot hook for it.

Mmmmm that's so hot. Perhaps a bit of biker motif with her biting off more than what you can chew perhaps?