Orgy Fest? *wicked grin*

[Guest]

OOC: Hey, cool tattoo, Earth Goddess. What is that? A dragon? A serpent. Looks quite big. Must've nipped a bit getting it done. Mistress Hecate - thanks for giving me your nice soft shoulder to cry on. That's done the trick. I feel rejuvenated. Ok. Let's Go!

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'Excellent work, Gabriella,' says RainDog to himself, impressed with how quickly the girl's temptress powers have worked their magic. She's already caught that couple at the table in her snare, and the bespectacled gent now fondling her breasts has turned out to be quite a dark horse beneath his prudish maiden aunt exterior.

Grabbling his leather from the floor, RainDog smells the musky scent of Gabby & Silv's recent passion and smiles, breathing in deeply as he pulls the coat on. He picks up his black wraparound shades from where they landed, tutting at the now wonky right leg, and slips them over his eyes. Knocking back the remains of his third absynthe, he resists the urge to smash the glass to the floor like an over-exited Greek dancer. Too many naked bodies going about. He doesn't want to end the evening in the local Emergency Room. This is a wild wild night. It'd be a shame to let it go to waste.

Happy that everything is now in its place, RainDog saunters over towards the besmitten couple at the table. The man now has his face buried between the girl's thighs.

'Jack, we've got a guest,' says Kate, as the stranger approaches.

Startled, Jack turns and sits back up in his seat.

'RainDog,' says the man in dark glasses, holding a hand out towards him.

'I'm sorry?' says Jack, wondering if this strange character in black is some deranged boyfriend come to punch him on the nose for 'messing with my girl'.

The Scot grins, amused by the misunderstanding. 'My name's RainDog. Not the one I was born with, of course. No mother could be THAT cruel.'

'Oh, hi,' says Jack, self-consciously wiping his wet lips with the back of his hand before shaking the stranger's 'I'm Jack. This is Kate.'

'Well, hey, RainDog,' says Kate, offering him her hand to kiss.

Taking it, the Scot gently draws her up towards him so he can kiss her full on the mouth. She allows her lips to part, expecting him to push his tongue inside but he draws away.

'You smell nice tonight, Kate,' he says.

Kate beams up at him, thrilled by the compliment.

'There's something I've got to do,' he says. 'But I'll be right back.'

'Uh, ok,' says Jack. He feels a strange mix of jealousy and excitement surge through him. Is this it? Am I really going to take part in an actual orgy?

'Don't be long,' says Kate, mischievously, as she moves her hand to the bulge in Jack's trousers and runs her fingers up its length through the material. 'Jack, honey. You've gone all red.'

'I feel... I feel a bit hot,' he says.

'Oh, yeah,' she says, licking the tip of her tongue playfully up over his lips and nose. 'So, do I. Now be a sweety and carry on with your inspection. I was just getting into that.'

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RainDog catches Gabriella's eye as he passes her. Her bespectacled new friend is enthusiastically fondling with her breasts. He lowers his head and kisses the dark serpent tattoo that guards her left breast. Gabby smiles and strokes her fingers through his hair, wondering where the Scot is headed.

'I've changed the rules,' he says. 'I want to invite a new friend. Balance up the yin and yang.'

'Oh, really? Who is she?' Gabriella gazes round the club, searching for likely candidates.

RainDog nods towards an elegant looking woman, sitting alone at her table in a deep purple
strapless gown.

'Excellent choice,' says Gabriella, 'But I don't think you stand much of a chance, honey. She's a frosty one.'

'I'm Scottish,' he replies. 'We're used to the cold.'

Courtesan sips at her Sauvignon Blanc and coolly watches the scene going on between the naked tattooed woman and her friend in black leather. She can see that he is discussing her. How is he going to play this? she wonders. Is he going to disappoint her like all the other men this evening?

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OOC: Hey, Peaks. I had to do a bit of quick revision there after you're last post. Hope it's not too clumsy.

 

[Guest]

OOC: OK – now this is going to be a hell ride .. but nevertheless .. here is all the stuff I posted and lost – wanted to post and couldn’t - here you go, no refunds!!
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IC: Talea
(ooc: this is going to be short and all but I just can’t reproduce the wonderful bit of writing I had done before, sorry Ravenloft, Jordan sure deserves better)

Talea is lost in the taste and feeling of Jordan’s cock sliding over her tongue, the softness of his curls in contrast to his rock hard member. She feels his hands and mouth spread her pussy lips, feels him penetrate her, her body and soul alike... never has she felt such an intense link when performing the initiation ceremony .. but she had known from the start that Jordan was different – special.

She looked down from above, her spiritual body hovering over the scene and what she saw were two fantasy animals with exotic skin patterns, delicious creatures entangled in the heat of passion under the roof of a mysterious rain forest, the soft breeze touching the leaves, painting dancing shadows on the fairytale beings.

A deep lusty groan of Jordan pulled Talea back into her physical body. Form all she knew he should by now have lost conscience of where he was and what he was doing, the only knowledge the lust and pleasure that her tongue, lips and hands were giving him. She could feel him becoming lazy and more relaxed about sucking and licking her eager pussy and that told her he was too occupied with his own imagination and the intensity of the feelings would be multiplied by the herbs she had fed him combined with her own sweet nectar abundantly by now. His hands were seeking for a hold and when he then had them buried in her black curls he forced her even deeper down on his throbbing cock. Talea felt his pubic hair brush against her lips and knew he was on the edge of exploding.

When Talea feels his balls tighten, she gently massages and rubs them, her other hand pressing on the tender spot just at the beginning of the crack of his buttocks ... and he explodes in a tremendous orgasm.

Jordan is lost – and the witch feeds on his seed.

Greedily Talea swallows, Jordan’s juices being sweeter and more intoxicating to her than any wine she had ever had... the essence of creation running down her throat, delighting the core of her being.

With a wolfish howl of triumph Talea kneels – proclaiming to the Goddess of Night that he is hers now – and a full member of the coven.

Jordan’s body lies limp and still – his spirit is haunting other grounds now – the glades of the nymphs, the forests of the unicorn and the waters of the mermaids. He needs the rest and the drug-induced pictures burned deeply into his subconscious mind during this phase of recovery will be leading him on his further journey along the “Path of Lost Knowledge”.

Scrambling to her knees, a little shaky and now restless to get some release for her own pent up tension, Talea gets a bowl with warm water and a sponge from a table in the dark corner of the room and carefully starts to clean Jordan, washing away all traces of the last hour – the evidence of the ritual as well as all evidence of their passionate love-making. When she is done cleaning up herself as well, Talea slips on her velvet gown, not bothering to hook up the front.

Kneeling down next to Jordan, she places a glass of dark red wine, a glass of water and a necklace with the symbol of the Coven on the ground next to him. Then she covers his resting body with a soft blanket before gently, almost motherly kissing him. “Welcome home, Jordan – you soon will be summoned to the Circle of the Coven, my joy!”

With these words she gets to her feet again and with a last caring smile back leaves the dark room to return to the club and the sounds of the world above.
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IC: Shanan
With a delighted moan Shanan closes her lips around the cock so conveniently presented right in front of her .. after the liquid torrents that Silvija had surprised her with she is happy about something solid to chew on. With dedication and a skill that betray her experience just as much as her natural talent she starts to suck, lick and fondle the balls and cock of Mystery Man while at her rear she feels skillful Silvija at work. Remembering the amount of female juices this little red-headed vixen had sprayed all over her abundantly before, she feels a tingle run through her body, wondering if maybe she could cum like that too? “Hmmm ... Sugar – come on – make me repay you for that shower you just made me take!” And these raggedly moaned words make Silvija dive into the wide open treasure chest before her with even more vehemence.

All of a sudden she feels Mystery Man freeze under her touch and a completely surprised “Ohhhhh....!” leaves his mouth. Thinking that not even she is THAT good to make him cum in two licks she looks up at him to see what is wrong, and sees him stare at some spot behind her back. Curious to see what possibly can be fascinating enough to make him forget about the cock sucker attached to his impressive organ, Shanan detaches herself from her candy bar for a minute to turn around .. to see...


...Talea step out of the shadows. A wicked grin playing all over her face she gives MM’s balls a not too gently tug to draw his attention – and when he finally can manage to move again and looks down at her, she places a finger across her lips, silencing any possible comment from his side, before she takes up her intense task again. She feels him relax again, his eyes though fixed on Talea while his hands are buried in the same raven hair already bobbing up and down on his cock.
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IC: Talea
Silvija, oblivious to everything happening in front and behind of her is happily licking and fondling away at a very receptive Shanan when Talea steps into the club again. Her attention is immediately drawn to her mirrored self Shanan, who seems to have perfectly well filled the gap she had left when having been called to the Inner Circle – and by the looks in MM’s eyes and his thunder struck face she had not cared to lift the veil about her identity ! Oh well – Talea muses – this is just like her! She never was one to refuse a good offer or let any occasion for fun go to waste.

With these thoughts she stepped closer to the happy threesome at the bar, and from the nice rear view she had on Silvija she could tell that they all were having lots of fun. She was not really needed there, she could tell that much, but Talea figured she should be at least greeting her twin sister... So without any further ceremony she approached the group and bending down passionately kissed her twin sister – the two pairs of ruby lips meeting – tongues entwining with the cock of MM right in the middle of the action. When Silvija noticed another person approach her from behind she stopped her oral attention to Shanan for a moment and with a shriek of surprise that drew the attention of everyone in the club who had not yet noticed Talea’s return stared at the mirrored image of raven curls, dark eyes and pouting lips attached to the cock of MM.

“I see you have made the acquaintance of my twin sister – may I introduce you to Shanan? Form the looks on your faces I can tell that she forgot to mention this little detail about her .. again ..” With a chuckle Talea bends down a little more .. this time pulling the red-head face to hers and giving Silvija a good and thorough licking over the ears neck and finally cheek before kissing her passionately too, tasting the sweet scent of the vixen herself and the juices of Shanan mixed with it. “I see you are having fun with her – don’t let me disturb you now, darling, but make sure you remember the last dance is for me !” Then Talea returds her attention to MM who in the meantime is happily succumbing to the attentions of Shanan again. Sealing his lips with another passionate kiss Talea lets her hands slide up and down his

 

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[Hecate]

OOC: *lol* now this is fun - first my posts don't post - then they appear and disappear - and now this sucker is a double post .. oh gosh *lol* ... things can only get better again.. *wiping away a tear from hystriously chuckling*

[This message has been edited by Hecate (edited 05-18-2000).]

 

[Ravenloft]

Jordan:
Partially awakening from his trance like state Jordan stands. He sees the water and wine and the symbol of the coven. taking them up, he puts the necklace on, drinks the wine and pours the water over his head. Only then does he look around. He no longer sees the coven's inner circle. He stands in a forest, or so he sees it. Looking down as he lifts a foot from the damp leaf covered forest bed. A twinge of fear catches in his throat but then he breaths a calming breath, taking the sweet fragrence of this place into his lungs. He turns to see a well walked path leading into darkness, he can hear music on the air from that direction. Unclothed, he walks down the path and as he does a thin mist creeps up from the forests floor and the music gets stronger and voices can be heard now. Coming to the end of the path and into a large open circle Jordan see's a wonderous display of sylvan beauty. Nymphs and fauns moved about the clearing, dancing, laughing, and pleasuring one another, and there was Jordan, standing naked before them all.
*This is how he see's it.*
><*><

Jordan stood just inside the passage way to the inner circle, naked as the day he was born, his eyes moved about the room in awe and wonder, his hair was wet and hung down limply, and the little light in the room shown on the glistening skin of his chest.
*This is what is really happening.*

 

[Guest]

OOC: No problem RainDog. I hope I didn't mess things up for you to much.

IC: Jack watched as RainDog walked over and kissed the tattooed breast of the lovely lady he'd met.

'RainDog? There must be a story behind that name.' Jack thought briefly before Kate directed his attention back to more urgent matters, pressing the back of his head down to her slick, pink flesh.

"MMMMMMM" Jack hummed, clamping Kate's erect clit between his lips.

"Yes Baby! Oooo you've done this before haven't you."

Kate was starting her climb. Both of her hands were now kneading her breasts and nipples. Her hips squirmed against Jacks face as he penetrated her with two fingers, seesawing them in and out, enjoying the squishy sound that revealed her arousal. He replaced his tongue with his thumb for more friction.

Moving up her body he pushed away Kate's hands to take possession of her breasts, one he suckled, the other he pressed and tweaked between his fingers, changing intensity to heighten her pleasure.

She began her climax. Louder and louder her moans became. Then Jack realized there was another woman cumming at the same time. The orgasmic duet was a feast for the ears as well as the physical senses.

Kate started to relax, completing her cycle of desire. She dragged his head from her tingling nipple to her mouth, kissing with fervent appreciation.

 

[Earthgoddess]

*blushing* thank you all for the nice words about my tat...It is a celtic dragon that my mentor helped me create,it hurt deliciously,in fact I was lactacting when I had it done and the artist and I were both quite,well that is almost a story in itself...needless to say I had a wonderful time with the tattooing...and am pleased that it pleases the eyes of my dear friends here...

*Gabrielle* looks at the woman,drinking so calmly and a thrill courses down her spine.I love the porcelain doll look, that air of breakable beauty. I feel so alive, blood singing in my veins and Rain Dog is just getting started. I watch the messenger get his reward,his beauty orgasming so intensely that I feel it across the room. How aroused can you be, how long before the tide overwhelms you-well I suppose this man I chose will test me on that.My juices are flowing I feel as though I could serve a hundred men and still want more-ravenous for it i wait for Rain Dog to release me, his sexual hound and who is to be the lucky fox?

 

[Earthgoddess]

*blushing* thank you all for the nice words about my tat...It is a celtic dragon that my mentor helped me create,it hurt deliciously,in fact I was lactacting when I had it done and the artist and I were both quite,well that is almost a story in itself...needless to say I had a wonderful time with the tattooing...and am pleased that it pleases the eyes of my dear friends here...

*Gabrielle* looks at the woman,drinking so calmly and a thrill courses down her spine.I love the porcelain doll look, that air of breakable beauty. I feel so alive, blood singing in my veins and Rain Dog is just getting started. I watch the messenger get his reward,his beauty orgasming so intensely that I feel it across the room. How aroused can you be, how long before the tide overwhelms you-well I suppose this man I chose will test me on that.My juices are flowing I feel as though I could serve a hundred men and still want more-ravenous for it i wait for Rain Dog to release me, his sexual hound and who is to be the lucky fox?

 

[Ravenloft]

Drawn into the beauty of what he see's Jordan steps, naked, into the wooden clearing, a smile of loving acceptance on his lips. Across the woods he is sure he see's Talea, he starts to make his way to her. Then he see's another that wears the same face as her. He feels suddenly conflicted but with a second look at both he knows which is the Talea that brought him into the Circle and he continues his path to her.

 

[Guest]

OOC:
Heh-heh! Hecate's been a busy girl, hasn't she?

Ok. better just get straight into the action.

IC:
Silvija works her tongue furiously over Shanan's ass as two of her fingers slip quickly in and out of the wetness, and her thumb rubs over the naughty twin's gorgeous little clit.

The redhead feels her lover's warm body stiffen as every muscle tightens up in preparation for the inevitable climax.

Shanan has begun to mutter indecipherable words in another language, her accent seeming to become stronger, more European as she loses control over her body and thoughts.

Silvija is enjoying the ecstasy of the moment - glowing and moistening at the idea that she is leading this other woman into the fire. It feels as though they are melting together in the inferno like waxworks dummies... their minds and bodies merging into one mass of hot, pulsating, wet flesh until neither girl knows who is doing what... whose thoughts and feelings these are... who it is running that tongue over this ass... who it is feverishly sucking and licking at that man's hard pumping cock. Whose fingers are these that are moving so quickly in and out of this pussy... focussing the energy... (slippery noises of excitement...) And whose cunt is it that spasms and quivers as somewhere a girl squeels out in the throws of orgasm? Was that Silvija? Was it Shanan? Or another girl altogether? Who is it that now screams out these raw gutteral sounds... dislocated syllables from half-formed words... a language barely remembered until this collision of limbs and organs, thoughts and feelings dislodged it from her memory?

In this instant time seems to stop... or slow right down.. or maybe even move into reverse. The car-crash moment - right on the point just before the collision - when every thought seems so vivid...

And, for some reason the mystery girl has a clear image in her mind right now of stepping off that 'plane all those years ago. So young and pale and pure but inside she was burning up with excitement... hot greedy little fantasies flooding her mind as she stepped out into this new fast-moving World of sex and danger... and her 19 year-old pussy tingled delightfully in her virgin panties - itching to be touched and kissed and licked by all these wild Americans with their suntans... and their movie star accents...

And her sister smiled at her 'cause she knew what she was thinking... maybe it was the telepathy of twins... or the dirty look on Shanan's face... ha ha... that same ravenous look shone in her sister's eyes too... it was like looking at herself in the mirror..

And, yeah... of course...shit! That was the night. That was the night they first kissed each other... a proper full adult kiss... the kind of wet passionate kiss they'd only ever dreamed or read about in their sheltered little nunnery back home. So many rules. So many stern looks and brutal, harsh punishments if you tried to grab yourself a little fun in that aweful place. No wonder Talea turned her back on that cruel stifling religion... stripping away her modernday clothes and discovering her pagan powers... worshipping the Great Babylonian Goddess-Whore, Ishtar, Innana, Isis...

Ah, yeah... these poor unhappy cloistered twins followed the rules and studied hard with the nuns until eventually they were allowed to go off and explore this whole new continent. They were being sent to 'further their education'. Ha! That's one way of looking at it. Both of them knew all they really wanted was to fake their IDs and get blasted in some bar... pick up that guy - Rick? John? Not really handsome but... oh, yeah... so fucking hot with that long circumciced dick in his hand... and he was sticking it into Talea from behind... and she looked so degraded and excited down there on her knees on that grubby hotel carpet...

and then... oh yeah... he pulled it out of her pussy - all sticky and glistening from her juices and he clambered over to Shanan and stuck it in her next... fucking her so hard and fast that she felt like she could faint...

...and that's when it happened... that's when Talea... Shanan's sister... her twin... her reflected soul got up and moved towards her with that strange dark look on her face that seemed to say, 'I've wanted to do this for such a long time. Will you let me do this? Can I touch you?'

...and maybe Shan smiled or nodded just a little... or maybe it was the telepathy of twins... but, anyway, somehow they agreed in that instant... with that one look... to throw the rule-book out and just follow their animal instincts... make up their own set of morals... decide for themselves what was right and what was wrong.

And, hell... this felt sooo right...

Then they kissed and as their tongues explored each other's warm mouth, Rick or John (was that his name?) whistled loudly and said some kinda inane comment like, 'You girls are really hot'

And he was fucking Shanan as hard as ever but now it felt so good to her 'cause she was getting all wet from the way her sister was touching her flushed breasts... licking and kissing her throat and shoulders. And, Shanan - flat on her back up here on this shaky dressing table so she could watch herself in the mirror like she was in some porno... the stranger's cock sliding right into her... filling her up as Talea moved her lips down to those hard rosy nipples... sucking on them... flicking her soft tongue up and down...

Shanan had never masturbated in front of another living soul but this night... her first night in this wonderful new country she was feeling so wild and free and uninhibited that she began to rub two fingers over that tingling area where her pussy lips joined... and very soon she felt the electrical sparks crackling through that incredible little organ...

So... yeah... there she was in that cheap hotel room... watching in the mirror as Rick or John grunted and pulled out his long, slippery, circumcised dick, with his eyes almost flickering shut as he squirted his stuff out all over Shan's breasts and belly... and it was all over her fingers and the mound of soft black hairs... and... yes... somehow it was also dripping from Talea's lips - all creamy and white. And Shanan watched as her sister licked it off like a greedy cat and grinned at her... and Shanan's body buckled as she brought herself to the sweetest climax with her fingers....

But now, Shanan... as time once again clicks into fast-forward, your mind and body are hurtled back into this hot sweaty sex club somewhere in... where are you? New York?... LA?... San Francisco? Wherever you are you're on your hands and knees, and you're being treated like a proper little slut with this mystery guy's cock pumping into your mouth and that redhead girl behind you with her tongue and her fingers doing wonderful crazy things to your pussy and your ass and... oh, fuck, yeah... it feels sooo good.

Hmnph! It's coming. It's really coming now, Shanan. This is it. Uhhh!

Your whole body shudders and you squeel out loud as your cunt spasms around Siljija's fingers and you finally squirt - a shower of clear musky fluid spraying out of you onto the redhead's face. You hear her yelp and giggle in surprise as it gushes out, trickling down between your legs as the Mystery Man shoots his warm sperm into the back of your throat.

[This message has been edited by roger simian (edited 05-20-2000).]

[This message has been edited by roger simian (edited 05-20-2000).]

 

[Thumper]

Tim walks in late as usual, but this time with good reason. He had been at another club earlier to listen to his freinds band play. The time had gotten away from him and in order to save time he decided not to change clothes....so as it was he was dressed in typical 80s heavy metal. Leather pants that laced up the sides and front, slouch boots with assorted chains, sleeveless shirt and black leather jacket. Long blonde hair partly held back by sunglasses....He had wanted to change so as not to feel so out of place.

Upon entering he could see his worries were misplaced...he handed his card to the doorman and offhandedly remarked that something should be done about the rather large sized pile of equine exhaust left on the curb. He had nearly twisted his spine in two dodging it.

He was still wondering where it came from when he spied Courtesan sitting across the room..."Hmmm" he said, "in that outfit, horses can't be too far off."

Making his way to the bar he ordered a coke...nothing else just coke. The bartender eyed him warily...feeling the need to explain Tim said "I think I should keep my wits about me for this night!"

Slowly making his way over to the amply endowed Courtesan....his eyes roamed the room and observed the activity about him.

"Nice ride you have there but I'll bet it's a bitch to parallel park." He says when he is next to her, catching her totally off guard. She eyes him suspiciously, not sure what to think of this defiantly dressed individual before her.....

 

[Courtesan]

Courtesan eyes the person standing before her unsure what to say, if anything. The antiquated 80's rock gear seems even more ancient than her centuries old attire. Either this man has wit, poise and courage, or he is a complete neanderthal. Courtesan is slightly intrigued and decides to acknowledge his presence with a nod of her head and a sip of her wine. As she lifts her lips to the glass, she looks up at him awaiting his next line. "I mustn't be too hasty in judgement", she cautions herself and decides to give him a brief audience.

 

[Orion 423]

Patrick:

Pat walks in, agitated at how late he is. His figure covered in moderate clothing, a white T-shirt, and tan khaki slacks. His 5'10 145 LBS figure with medium build highlighted with the standard large T-shirt.
He walks over to a bar stool, and sits down, shifting to face the crowd of people, a masked grin on him as he watches the action, while taking a sip from his white russian.

 

[Guest]

Kate, fully recovered and on the prowl again, saw that the "dragon lady" (that's what she started calling her) was still just standing there.

"Come with me lover." Pulling Jack up to his feet she walked naked to her destination.

"Hi, I'm Kate," she extended her hand to the "dragon lady". "This is Jack and we really love that tattoo."

"Nice to meet you Kate and Jack. I'm Gabrielle. Thanks, I love it too. I find it catches the eye of the most interesting people." Her eyes scan the nude form of Kate and the still clothed form of Jack.

"Do you mind if I have a closer look?" Kate asked pointing at the tat.

"No, not at all. I love having it admired," she winked suggestively.

Kate reached out and cradled Gabrielle's breast in her hand as she traced the outline with the tip of her red, long nail.

"Jack, get closer, look at the detail!"

Jack moved to stand next to these two women standing in their birthday suits. His self-consciousness ebbing away.

"That is tremendous work." Jack agreed.

"The light is really bad here. Come with us over to the booth so that we can get a better look." Kate suggested. "You come to Mr. Penguin if you want. Don't let me scare you away."

That said Kate pulled lightly on Gabrielle's breast, brushing her nipple as her hand slid down and away. Placing her arm through Gabrielle's she strolled back to the table with Jack admiring two very nice asses.

 

[Hecate]

OOC: Woohooo roger sweet – now that is sure a story about the twins’ past *chuckles* ..... good one !! *lol*

IC: Shanan
Moaning with delight Shanan lets go of all her inhibitions – and her body explodes in an earth shattering, breathtaking orgasm as she repeats the red-heads earlier performance of a gushing flood of sweet juices. While her pussy spasms and convulses around the penetrating attentions of sexy Silvija, Shanan's mouth and hands milk the throbbing cock of Mystery Man, and she does not have to wait long before he in return fills her with a delicious load of cum.

Breathless and shaking, giggling and totally relaxed Shanan finally scrambles to her feet and pulling Silvija up with her she leans at the bar. Slowly her hormone fogged vision starts to clear again – and gratefully she accepts the glass of cool Champagne handed over by MM. With a happy smile Shanan finds herself toasting to him and the sexy redhead on her other side, then taking a sip she feels a “shhhhhhh” sound should be heard as the cold liquid runs over her hot lips and a drop trickles down over her chin to finally end on her right breast. Delightedly and slightly light headed Shanan closes her eyes, seeing for a moment a scenery of luscious green before her, and nymphs and other exotic creatures playfully taking care of each other wherever you look. Returning to the reality of the club Shanan opens her lips and steals a kiss, first from Mystery Man, then from Silvija, and with a deep content chuckle asks ”And what is for desert?” Both her playmates break out into a quite amused chuckle. Leaning against the bar, drink in her one hand, the other swapping between caressing Silvija’s soft curves or MM’s firm, muscular chest and shoulders, and a trickle of clear liquid running down her thigh.

Scooping up the escape drop on her thigh, she licks it slowly deliberately from her fingertip, while her eyes scanned the room for any new arrivals. And there are a few – she notices one guy approaching a single mysterious woman who seems to be still judging if he was acceptable to even consider, and then there is another single guy arriving just now in a white T and khaki pants.

Then she saw the tattooed babe dragging a rather stunned and insecure looking penguin-guy along with her, while the ruffled Scott who had been watching that couple having fun had strolled off to find some other toy to add to his collection it seemed. And while she saw Talea standing in a dark secluded corner, sipping her wine with an air about her that told her she was not really here right now, Jordan was still absent. There was no sign of the evenings hostess Tara to be seen, and neither of Cole from what she could tell.(OOC: Just trying to get some sort of headcount here *lol*)

Hearing her tummy rumble, Shanan wondered if the pizza girl was still around and what had become of her delivery,... although she was sated in one respect, a bite to eat sure would not be rejected right now!

 

[Hecate]

Talea:

With a smile Talea watches Shanan being taken care of – sure her twin had learned a lot since she became a full member of the inner circle, learned in regards to giving and in regards to receiving – but the most important lesson she mastered well now was to let go and ENJOY!

Talea’s black claw like fingernails touch when she closes her hand around the glass of wine she is holding and while she feels the wood and berry taste fill her mouth, before her eyes the vision and sounds of the club and dance floor blur and give way for a forest scene that seemed to have come alive from a medieval wall hanging ... nymphs and fauns, playing the flute and harp, dancing and playing and most of them involved in some more erotic and intimate past-times. There is a group of three there to her right, the central figure wearing her face – but not yet hers, over to the more central section a shape who distinctly wears the features of the ragged Scott who had lured the tattooed vixen into some ”Genie-in-the bottle” dare is idly and more playfully chasing a veiled girl while close by a couple is having an intense and pleasant encounter in the soft green grass.... too many are the scenes to keep track of all the free and inhibited love making and playing.

Then all of a sudden on the opposite side of the clearing Talea noticed some movement ... and between the giant trees and luscious green ferns she noticed Jordan. So that meant he was awake now – good.

With a sigh she set back the glass on the bar counter again, thus making the forest disappear and the club take over again. It was time she took care of the reborn Jordan now again. He sure was a strong man, she had thought it would take him a lot longer to wake...

And while she walks through the club and approaches the passage to the inner circle rooms again, Jordan sees her coming through the trees, the dew of the rainforest like vegetation settling in little drops in her piled up raven curls, sparkling like gemstones.

Stepping into the inner room, Talea sees Jordan stand and watch in awe. The silver pins in her hair reflect the flickering candle light like drops of dew. With a happy smile Talea with outstretched arms takes the hands of Jordan “Welcome home darling! Meet your family and friends – the ones that always have been part of you but were hidden from your sophisticated and educated eye. We have been waiting for your return for many lives” and in the middle of the forest clearing she pulls him into her arms to kiss him gently – motherly .. but soon with increasing passion.

With a smile she notices Jordan’s eyes confusedly drift off to the mirrored self of her involved in some decadent sexual act with a male and female. With a chuckle she says ”Oh – I see you noticed my twin sister Shanan – yes, she of course is one of us! ... but now that you are here with me, I think you should finish what you started .... “ “But...... “ “Shushhhhhh... I will explain later! “ and while her finger across his lips that had silenced him started to trace the way down over his chin, neck and chest she pulls him to the floor of the inner circle room again, which for them is velvety dark green moss that abundantly covers the forest ground. Snuggled into his arms, her erect nipples pressing against his chest and her moist pubic mound rubbing against his thigh she whispers “I gave you pleasures beyond imagination and made you mine – now it is your turn to pleasure me! Once I am satisfied all your questions will be answered.”

 

[Ravenloft]

Jordan:
Talea's warm flesh against his was enough to bring his cock to hardness and it pressed against her. He made no move toward her though. "This is not a coven is it... We are not even humans... I can feel it... We are something... Something else... I don't feel right... As if a part of me is missing... Why?" It was becoming harder and harder to form words as Talea was pressing his cock against her slick opening, coating it with her juices as it slid up and down, teasing her clit. Uncontiously he began to flex his thighs, making his cock slide faster against her, but he was not inside her yet. In a slightly shaking voice Jordan asks her. "What is my name?"

Talea lifts her hips up over him as her hands wrap around his cock, she points it in, against her cunt as the still burning candle light touches her face and breasts with flickering hands.

Pushing down, she accepts him into her dripping tightness with a small moan. She ground herself against his cock but he would not move, his eyes were locked on her, demanding that she tell him his true name.
"Millain, keeper of passion!" She blurted out as she threw herself down on him. He started to move inside of her then as she breathed in sharply against his ear. "Yes!" She called out, knowing what was to come.

 

[Cherokee]

Languidly, the limosine cruised to a stop in the street. The driver emerges, dressed in a crisp black suit, and walks to the back to open the door for the passengers.

The man who emerges first is known simply as Z. Well dressed and groomed, he is a corpulant man, with a shaven pate and eyes hidden discretely behind small, reflective lenses. His nose is hawkish. His jaw is firm and dimpled. He is dressed in a suit well taylored for his large size; charcoal grey and pin striped in a flattering cut. A great coat is draped across his broad shoulders, a slightly lighter shade of grey.

With fingers adorned with many rings, he reaches out his hand to help a lady emerging from the limo...and then another. Finally, a tall thin man with hair of platinum blonde emerges. His entourage thus collected, the man known as Z turns to make his way down the stairs and to the entrance of the club.

He exchanges quiet words and pleasentries with the bouncer. His smile comes quickly bidden to his lips. The expression is at once charming, engaging, and predatory. Z had somewhat of a reputation among the regulars. He was known as a man with...many apetites. A few slippery bills are peeled off in his pocket, and handed to the bouncer in a casual grip. Conspicuos displays of wealth. Vulgar displays of power. Such was the man called Z.

With a woman on each arm, he cuts through the crowd...like a shark through its home waters. He casts a hungry look over the crowd. It is with a cool smile that his gaze lingers over the debauchery being so passionately participated in at the bar. He offers a nod of his bald head in approval. Then, his focus moves on, sliding lazily from patron to patron. A rocker in his leathers. A gowned lady of the 'royal court'. A gentleman sensibly dressed. They each get a broad smile and a nod of the head in turn.

Finally, Z takes possession of his booth. A Pearl of the East on his right arm, a Nubian Goddess on his left, he settles far back into the well cushioned confines of his domain. The blonde man, with the face of an angel takes his seat last, completing the trio that kept company with the large, bald man. Drinks are ordered all around...scotch, neat, for Z himself. And then, Z retrieves his small remote, raising a bank of monitors from behind the booth...so that he may watch...

 

[ShyGuy68]

The Mystery Man stands next to Shanan, enjoying her touch and the kiss she gave him before. He feels very relaxed after having climaxed in her mouth twice in a very short time, but then again he have also been saving up for this evening, as he always do. He was surprised to see Talea suddenly walking out from the corridor suddenly, while he was getting the blowjob from who he thought was Talea, but now knows better. He sees Shanan taking a sip of her champagne, and see a drop escape her full lips, and end on one of her ample breasts. He can’t hold himself back, and bends down, and slowly lick it off. Liking the taste of her skin, he let his tongue trail to her nipple, and let it play with it gently. Circling it with his tongue, he let his a hand cup the other breasts, and start to tease the nipple with the tip of his finger.

Shanan slowly starts to moan, as her nipples are getting hard from the Mystery Man’s treatment. By now he’s sucking on her nipple, already hard in his mouth, and rolling the other between his fingers. He then stops and move to the side of her, taking her in his arms and lifting her up on the bar. He then takes the bottle of champagne and pours a little over her nipples and belly button. She moans as she feels the bubbles tease her, and then she feel Silvija start to play with her nipples and breasts again. Sucking on them and pulling on them gently. At the same time the Mystery Man start to lick the champagne up from her belly button, letting it play in her naval, and letting a hand caress the inside of her thigh at the same time, letting a finger tease her pussy lips.

He looks up at her smiling before he says “don’t you think it’s time that this beauty repay you for you eating her out? I suggest you climb up and the bar and straddle her face, and then I’ll concentrate on her pussy for now!” It doesn’t take Silvija long to straddle her, and it’s obvious that she’s enjoying the way she’s letting her tongue work in her pussy. She’s letting her hands play with Shanan’s breasts as the Mystery Man climbs up on the bar too. There he lifts her hips, spread her legs and slowly let his cock start to slide into her pussy.

 

[Gateleader]

Gateleader:
Gateleader climbed off the motercycle and walked toward the club. The boss had recomended it. Actually ordered her here. She made her way down the steps. A boncer stood at the door. Out of habit Gateleader checked him for a weapon. He stared open mouthed at her. Gateleaderstared back.
dressed in black, she knew she looked strange. Tight black pants, black work boots, a tight black shirt, black overcoat, and black Rayban on. The earings in her ears where black, alll tweleve. gateleader knew what he was thinking.
She brushed past him into the club. A quick scan of the room showd nothing out of the odanary. She made er way to the bar.
"Scottch on the rocks and a beer." She held out a twenty. Picking up her drinks she made her way to a table against the wall. Setteling in she waited. The boss had said she would have a good time here. The only time I'm having a good time is in bed, killing someone, or blowing something up, she thought.
She begain to scann the crowed looking for someone anyone to catch her eye.

 

[Guest]

Raivenn paused in the entrance for a moment, watching as the sleek black car she'd gotten out of slid silently down the street. The driver wouldn't return until she called for him, which if things went the way she was planning ,would be deep into the wee hours.
She strode in the door, ignoring the bouncer completely until she was stopped by a heavy hand on her shoulder,and a rough voice.
"Are you sure you're supposed to be here?"
Turning, she leaned suggestively against him, and slid a smooth chocolate leg back and forth along his thigh. Letting her hands roam freely around the bouncer's body, she silently willed him with piercing violet eyes to let her in. In an innocent little-girl voice that belied her actions she whispered," -Now- don't you think I belong here?" Raivenn disengaged her leg smoothly and walked slowly into the club proper, leaving the speechless bouncer staring at her leather-clad form.
Stopping near the bar, she adjusted the white leather bra and mini-skirt, which had gotten "rearranged" in the encounter with the
bouncer. Satisfied that her ample cleavage was displayed to its best advantage, she edged up to the bar and favored the 'tender with a pointed stare.
"What'll ya have?" Making a show of considering, Raivenn slid sinuously up onto a stool being sure to show plenty of leg in case interested parties were watching.
" Just ice...I like to suck on it." The bartender eyed her a moment, as if unsure that such a petite and innocent-looking girl could be so bold.
"Is that so?"
Raivenn arched an eyebrow in response.
"It's good practice, especially in a place like this, wouldn't you say?" She grinned and turned her full attention to the rest of the room, scanning nonchalantly for a little action...

 

[Cherokee]

Well ensconced in the luxuries of his booth, Z watches his private bank of monitors. Pale light flickered over the lenses hiding his eyes, as a wide, hungry grin slowly spreads over his face. The Club had many pleasures to offer...and all were on display. A person did not come here for such petty sins as debauchery and imbibery. Many clubs offered that. The Club offered a much more valuable commodity. Complete freedom.

He orders steak tar tar, and a dozen oysters on the half shell. His attention never lingers from the monitors for long. He was a consumer of flesh...and his eyes hungered most of all. He devoured fevered couplings and tangles of bodies caught on grainy video screen. He listened to moans and cries over the music of the club.

The dusky, asian beauty at his right slides her hands down his belly and under the table. With rubied lips, she whispers in his ear. Z chuckles, and nibbles her lip with questing teeth. He then slides his gaze over the room slowly...and finds someone of interest. Leaning across the table, Z speaks words unheard over the din of the club. With a nod, the blonde man in the booth rises, and moves to the bar.

RAIVEN--
The blonde man approaches the ebon beauty where she sits at the bar. His blue eyes watch her as she sucks suggestively on a shard of ice. His smile is charming, if a bit cool in it's own right.
"Pardon me, Miss? Mr. Z requests your company at his table."
He points with a well manicured finger towards the large, circular booth...where the man called Z sits like a spider in its web. In his booth, Z raises his glass in silent toast of greeting towards Raiven.

 

[ChocolateGoddess]

Raivenn gazed coolly at the striking blond man moving purposefully in her direction. She looked away casually, taking care not to appear too interested, before turning back to find him directly in front of her.
"Pardon me, Miss? Mr. Z requests your company at his table," he said. Her eyes followed the line of his finger, stopping on a wealthy-looking man holding court in one of the private booths. She inclined her head slightly in greeting, before returning her attention to his messenger.
“It would be my pleasure,” she answered coyly. Raivenn slid slowly off of the barstool, causing the skirt to rise obscenely high and expose her charms for all the room to see. Catching Z’s eye and holding it, she began to leisurely go about putting her clothes back in the proper places. She’d figured he’d enjoy a little show. Draping herself lightly over the blond man’s arm, she let him escort her to the man himself.
Raivenn let her eyes slide appreciatively over the two other women at the table before allowing them to settle on Z. She ran the tip of her tongue seductively along her lower lip and waited for him to speak.

 

[Cherokee]

Z smiles, a charming and feral gesture from the large, bald man. "I am so pleased you could join us this evening." His voice is a basso rumble, at once soothing and enticing. "You will excuse me if I do not rise as befits a proper gentleman?" This he punctuates with a deep chuckle. In fact, he looked like he had already 'risen to the occasion'. And from the looks of it, the asian beauty was giving him some manual attention under the table. Nevertheless, he does extends his hand. His hand is large and meaty, powerful in its grip. And yet he is gentle in his caress as he takes her hand, running his thumb softly down the length of her finger to nestle in the smoothness of her palm. "I am Z. Just Z. And you are?" He awaits her answer with rapt attention, mouth parted as he hungrily runs his tongue over the cutting edge of his teeth.

And when she has answered he nods his head appreciatively "That..." He gestures towards the tall,lean man at her arm. "Is Duggan, my valet." He then places his large hand affectinately on the asian's well toned arm. "This little Thai flower is Omiko." The dusky beauty gazes at Raivenn hungrily through emerald painted eyelids, while she continues to stroke Z with lingering, lazy motions. "And this is Bast." He caresses the ebony woman on his left. Bast lets her eyes trail appreciatively over Raivenn's ample curves. Sinuously, Bast curls her legs to give the guest ample view of her long smooth thighs and well sculpted calves.

"Welcome to our table. What can we do to make your evening pleasurable?"

 

[ChocolateGoddess]

The corners of her lips turned upwards in amusement. Z didn't appear to be the type who based his actions on the whims of others. She had no doubt that he planned on being in control of this situation, regardless of his words. Still, she'd play along.
Raivenn slid into the booth until her thigh was pressed against Bast's. Patting the seat next to her, she invited Duggan to complete the semi-circle before replying.
"I could do with a drink…I'll trust your judgment on what I should have, of course." She shifted her body almost imperceptibly beneath the table, her eyes never leaving Z's. With one finger lightly tracing circles into Bast's inner thigh and a spike-heeled foot inching steadily up Omiko's leg she calmly stated, "I'm feeling in the mood for…team sports, if you catch my meaning." The sudden rush of heat that radiated from Z's women said that they, if no one else, knew exactly what she meant.
A teasing light entered her eyes as she suddenly ceased her hidden ministrations and focused her complete attention on Z.
"Do you think that you and your people would be able to help me out?"