Orgy Fest? *wicked grin*

[Cherokee]

A low, rumbling chuckle wells up from deep inside Z's chest. He spreads his hands wide, rings winking in the dim light of the club, in an encompassing gesture. "'My people' as you say, are yours. Their flesh is yours to experience. Their bodies are yours with which to toy. Pleasure is the bounty of my table. And yours for the taking, Raivenn." He lowers his head then, the bank of monitors at his right casting ghostly, flickering light over his rugged features. A slow, hungry smile spreads over his face, making him seem much like the Cheshire Cat. And even though his eyes could not be seen, there was a ravenous presence there that seemed fully directed over Raivenn's ample curves.

As he speaks, Bast smiles wickedly. She turns fluidly to drape one long, smooth leg over Raivenn's own. Her calf being stroked by Bast's sandled foot, Raivenn feels the woman beside her take her toying hand firmly. Slowly parting her legs, Bast draws Raivenn's hand up under her leather skirt, towards that wonderful, hidden point of heat at the union of her thighs.

Omiko continues her unseen attentions to Z, beginning to stroke firmer and faster. But Omiko's beautiful, dark, sloe eyes fuck Raivenn from across the table. Raivenn feels the Thai beauty part her legs, allowing further room to roam as she so pleased.

Z plucks an oyster from the platter layed out on the table. "Duggan. Would you flag down a waiter and have them bring us..." Z seems to regard Raivenn a moment. "A bottle of dry merlot." The valet did as he was bid, seeming not in the least affected by the wanton scenes of lust playing out around him.

Z lifts the oyster to his lips, and lets the little grey, slick gobbet of meat slide down his eagerly awaiting throat. "And do you know why I make such a generous offering to you Raivenn?" He smiles at her, his teeth seeming a bit too white; a bit too sharp, in the suffused light of the club. "Because I am going to touch the God housed in the temple of your flesh." He leans back then, draping his arms across the back of the booth. Reclining, a deep sigh escapes him, as Omiko continues to eagerly service him beneath the table.

"Are you familiar with Tantric Magick, my dear, sweet Raivenn?"

 

[Gateleader]

Gateleader watched as an old "tip" hit on a girl. She rolled her eyes Z had always thought he was the best.
A waiter brought her more drinks. She scanned the cub. Nothing. A man sitting at a table covered in blonds looked familiar. Mystery Man, she rolled her eyes. Someone touched her shoulder as they pasted. pain shot up her arm. A reminder of her work.
man had justentered the club. Shelooked him up and down. Hmmm,maybe him.

 

[ShyGoddess]

Glorianna watched as he stepped out of the camaro. She had seen him before, once when she was walking past the club she now was about to enter. Dark and Mysterious, he gave her the chills. She had always been attrached to mystery, she was just to shy and self concious to do anything. Bookworm, that's what everyone in college called her. It was the reason she was here. She needed to prove to herself that they were wrong. At least that was what she told herself. The fact was, she wanted to met him. So, here she was, decked out in her sky blue halter dress, showing more skin than she was used to, it only came to mid-thigh, but it was the closest thing she could find to club cloths. Oh, but she had been watching for over an hour as people entered the club. She was going to stick out like a sore thumb. Her dark blond hair streaked from the sun was up in a girlish pony tale with tendrils framing her face. Her blue-green eyes accented by a silvery white shadow, and her light lipstick accented her full pouty lips. She probably looked about seventeen. Those women looked so sophoticated. She didn't stand a chance of catching his eye. But she was going to try. She was going to flash her long legs at him and hope for the best.

She approached the bouncer. He obviouly didn't think she was in the right place, but he let her in anyway. She walked slowly down the stairs. At the bottom she stopped, she had to concentrate hard so that her knees wouldn't knock together. What had she gotten herself into?

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[Hecate]

Talea:

Talea is now caught in her own web of pleasure – all she cares for is that now she has found him and he has found his real self – Millani, Keeper of Passion – and sure in his case Nomen est Omen. Talea couldn’t have cared less that moment about the past, the present and the future … she wants him – and she knows he would only be totally, completely hers tonight – because in the morrow he will ask questions – and expect answers … and she would need to tell him that his quest only had started .. but not now! Now he is all hers for a short eternity…

Talea screams out in pleasure as he finally is engulfed in the same wave of passion and lust as is she – and without any more thought to his fate and his roots she feels him slide his cock deep into her receptive tight pussy. His strong arms supported her hips and she felt like floating on a bank of mist like then, back at the shores of Avalon … her nipples are hard like little pebbles on the rocky beaches, her body responsive to his caresses as if it was the first time in ages she had made love… and in a way she has – her quest for Millani had gone for many more than the usual lives of the humans, and now he too would learn to know what eternity meant.

The forest went silent – the candles in the room of the Inner Circle flickered and went dark - the moment Talea, Mistress of Life, Mistress of Night, Mother of the Lost Race screamed her soul to the universe in a brain shattering orgasm.

 

[Ravenloft]

Jordan:
Clasping his hands onto Talea's hips as she screamed out her uncontrolable flooding of pleasure Jordan, for the moment was Millain in body as well as soul. He knew he was not complete though, a fracture in his soul... A jagged edge knifing at his very being. He was whole enough to serve his purpose though. Filling Talea's heart with passion. He held her against his throbing cock, letting her inner walls draw against it with her seemingly endless orgasmic contractions.

 

[Guest]

IC RAINDOG:
As RainDog approaches the elegant looking woman in the deep purple strapless gown, he stops in his tracks. What appears to be Jon Bonjovi (c. 1987) is now sat at the woman's table, chatting enthusiastically. 'Oh,' says the Scot under his breath, lifting his dark shades a moment to look at the woman. 'Too bad. Someone's beat me to it. That could've been quite a twist to the plot.'

He is just about to turn on his heels, when he sees the elegant woman begin to speak, softly. The man in metal gear has to lean close in to her so he can hear what she's saying. When she is finished speaking, she looks away in a regal fashion. The man gets slowly to his feet and slouches in rather a dejected manner towards the club's exit.

'Now that's a man who's just been seriously knocked back,' mumbles RainDog, bracing himself for a similar response from the Ice Queen. 'Just as well I have a secret weapon.'

***********

IC COURTESAN:
As the man in black approaches her table, Courtesan eyes him coolly and sips at her Sauvignon Blanc. Why do they bother? she wonders. What is the point? It's all so tiresome.

The man says nothing, just sits down on the metal-boy's stool and stares at her.

Courtesan returns his gaze but finds it a little unnerving that she can't see his eyes. It's like staring into Darth Vader's mask.

The man's mouth curls into a knowing smile, and she is filled with a terrible urge to slap him hard across the cheek. Finally, she snaps and loses her cool. 'What? What do you want?'

He is silent - just those dark shades and that irritiating smile.

'Who are you? Why are you staring at me?'

Nothing.

'Look, it's been wonderful meeting you but if you don't go now I'll have you... killed. Yes, that's it. I'll have you killed.'

The man laughs at this - not the response Courtesan was looking for. She relaxes back and sips her wine, gazing round the room, fully determined to ignore this arrogant fool with his cheap glasses and his stupid smile. But all the time, she feels his gaze on her. She breathes deeply through her nostrils. She can feel a terrible rage building up inside her and is just on the point of exploding when he speaks, leaning in close so she can feel his breath on her cheek. What he says to her is the last thing she expected to hear tonight.

'So, Courtesan, my dear. Does your Father know his eldest daughter is spending the family inheritance hanging out in clubs like this?'

The words send a chill through the girl's body. 'How do you.... how do you know my....?"

He tickles a finger over her hand and she shivers and pulls the dark glasses away from his eyes. 'Oh, God,' she says, feeling a deep flush rise up in her cheeks. 'I'm so sorry. I didn't recognise you, Mr Samuels.'

RainDog looks around and raises a finger to his lips. 'Ssssh! Please don't call me that in here.'

'But it's your....'

'Call me RainDog.'

'RainDog?' She stifles a laugh.

'I know, I know... it's terrible.'

'You look so different,' she says, eyeing his leather coat and the black satin shirt. 'Where's your suit? And, what about this...?' She runs a soft hand over the stubbly bristles on his chin. 'I've never known you not to be clean shaven and... smelling of Pears soap and cologne.'

'You noticed that, did you?'

Courtesan blushes. 'Yes.'

'No wonder you're struggling with grade eight, young lady. You'll never tour the finest cities in the World if you spend all your time smelling-up your tutors. You have to concentrate on the notes. Immerse yourself in the music. Become one with the composer.'

Courtesan laughs out loud. She looks him up and down. 'I can't take you seriously when you're dressed like this, Mr Samuels. Are you in some kind of trouble?'

RainDog laughs and lifts her hand to his mouth, planting a soft kiss on her fingers. 'No, I'm not in any kind of trouble. This is the real me, Courtesan.'

'But you always seem so....'

'Prim and proper?'

'I was going to say "British".'

'Same thing. Do you really think your Father would employ someone looking like this to teach his beautiful well-brought-up 19 year old daughter the fineries of the cello? Don't you think he'd be more impressed with Mr Samuels from the Scottish Symphony Orchest...'

'Did you just call me beautiful?'

RainDog grins. 'You know, my dear - there's nothing in this world sexier than a young serious looking woman with a cello between her thighs. Especially when it's a young serious looking woman as beautiful as Courtesan DiPrima the third.'

'Mr Samuels! You're making me blush.'

'RainDog, please.'

'I feel like I don't even know you anymore.'

'I'm sorry. This must've been a bit of a shock to you.'

'Well, yes, it has. But I like it.' She slips the Scot's black shades back over his eyes and laughs. 'All those times I was flirting madly with you and you didn't even notice.'

'Oh, I noticed.'

'Really? You're such a tease, Mr... uhm.... RainDog. I thought you were just painfully shy all those months.' She glances over at the bar and gasps, her face turning white as she notices the red-head now straddling another woman's face up on the bar. 'Oh my God! Isn't that.... Isn't that Miss Kawalski, your lead violinist?'

'Yes.' RainDog nods, solemnly.

'I feel like I'm in 'Return of the Body Snatchers'.'

'And, you're one of us too, Courtesan. You must be. I mean you didn't just accidentally wander in here.'

She playfully pats his cheek and slugs back the remains of her wine. 'Looks like we've all got our secrets.'

**************

IC SILVIJA:
Up here on the bar, Silvija V. Kawalski is straddling Shanan's face, the twin's tongue playing softly over the folds of her pussy. She watches in awe as the Mystery Man fucks the girl, holding her hips up with strong hands as he slides his cock in and out of her. Silvija has always been a lesbian but she just loves the look of this masked man's stiff member - the way it draws apart the twin's labia as he buries it deep up inside, stretching the lips wide open. Then he pulls it slowly, teasingly, out - all slippery and glistening from her juices - so that only the head is inside, before plunging it deep once more.

Shanan lifts her feet right up onto Mystery Man's shoulders and enjoys the sensation of his body slapping against her buttocks as he fucks her.

Silvija K plays with the thick rosy buds sticking out hard from her lover's beautiful pale breasts - squeezing and pulling at them. She can already feel another climax hurtling towards her like a runaway train. But there is also something puzzling her.

'What's you name?" she asks, looking down. 'If you're not Talea, who are you?'

She feels a strange buzzing sensation between her thighs and hears a muffled hiccuping sound.

'Oh, that was nice,' says Silvija. 'What was that you just did?'

The girl says something.

Silvija lifts herself away. 'Sorry?'

Shanan is grinning, her lips all wet with the redhead's juices. 'That was me laughing.'

'Oh? Why were you laughing?'

'Well, people usually enquire about my name BEFORE that point in the evening where I'm up on the bar in front of a room-full of strangers, licking a strange woman and being fucked senseless by a man in a mask.'

'I see,' says Silvija, not a hint of humour in her face. 'I'm not very good with etiquette, I'm afraid. Nevermind. My name's Silvija - with a "J".'

'Hello Silvija with a "J",' says the twin, highly-amused. 'I'm Shanan.'

'Very pleased to meet you, Shanan.' As Silvija lowers her pussy back down onto the twin's lips, she feels her laughing between her thighs.

'Oh, yes. Keep doing that. That tickles really nicely.'

By now Mystery Man can hardly keep a steady rhythm going, he is so knotted up in laughter.

'You're a real kookie kinda girl,' he says. 'You've also got great tits, if you don't mind me saying.'

'Thanks. I like your mask.'


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[ShyGoddess]

Glorianna couldn't believe what she was seeing. The people here were so uninhabated. She saw two women at, no on the bar, doing things she'd never even dreamed of doing. Oh wait, there was a man somewhere in there too. She started to have doubts about being here. But she couldn't leave. If she did, she'd still be just a bookworm. She slowly made her way to the bar, carefully concentrating on each step she took, trying to ignore what was going on around her. Concentrating only on the bar and the bar stool she was going to sit on.

"What'll ya have?" asked the bartender.

"Umm...can I have a club soda please?" she wasn't a real big drinker. In fact she barely drank at all.

The bartender smirked at her. "Sure thing, sweetheart."

What had she been thinking? That was it she hadn't been thinking at all. But she was here, so Glorianna decided to make the best of it. Her knees were still shaking, but she finally got the courage to look around. In one corner there was a couple, the woman didn't look much older than Glorianna herself, she was in a beautiful purple dress that Glori only dreamed of owning. She was talking to a man who looked a little on the dark side.

She was intimadated by it all but didn't seem to have the strength to get up and move to the exit. She sipped her club soda, wondering what else would happen tonight.

 

[Guest]

I enter with blue jeans and a t-shirt...looking around to see who is around...

 

[Gateleader]

Gateleader walked up to the bar and stood next to young girl. She looked herover. A bookworm,totally out of place and scared to death.
"You know they don't bite."
The girl turned abd looked at her."do you ave a name little one or shall I give you one?"
"G..G..Gloranne."
"Real? Nice to meet youGloranne. You can call me Gate. Now f you want to have a good time ditch the club soda."
"How did..."
"Easy. You look like a deer caught in a headlight. Barkeep, two scotch on the rocks and two hard nipples."
The bartender smiled and gave them the drinks.
"Bottoms up." Gateleaderthrew back the hard nipple and stared at the girl. She wondered if she'd have the guts to do it.
Gloranne looked at the drink and then drank it down. Gate laughed andd slapped her back. All the timewatching the guy in jeans and a teeshirtthat had just came in.
It had been along time since she had had two people at once. She had a feeling that bookworm was a virgin more than one way, but if Gate had her way she wouldn't be forlong.

 

[Hecate]

OOC: Just couldn't help it .. geeze Roger - good to have you back - *lol* and HOW BACK you are !!
I hope to post before too late tonight...

Sorry to interrupt - ok, back to playing *weg*

 

[Guest]

OOC: Why, thankyou, Sweet Mistress.

 

[ShyGoddess]

Glorianna could only stare at the woman next to her. All black. She couldn't even see her eyes for the sunglasses she wore. Now that she thought of it, a lot of people in this club wore sunglasses, even though it was really quite dim. When she was handed her drink she didn't quite know what to do. It was to late to decline. She didn't want to appear rude. Bottoms up, a small voice whispered in her head. The liquid burned down her throat. She had to struggle not to cough. The slap on her back did't help either. "Thank you for the drink. My friends call me Glory."



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[Guest]

I walk into the nightclub wearing a tight black leather outfit. I look around to find any women up for some lesbian loving.

 

[Courtesan]

So Mr. Samuels er I mean Rain Dog had noticed her flirting all those years ago. She wonders if he realized how many times she had fantasized that it was him instead of her cello that she held between her legs.

She had been so innocent back then. It seemed like a different lifetime. Not long after Mr. Samuels left, she ran off with Eduardo to travel the world. He had introduced her to this secret society. She had experienced all the pleasures of the flesh with countless partners. She had developed a serious addiction to exhibitionism and group sex scenes. But Eduardo had pushed it over the edge with the S & M scene. Even then, she was a strong-willed woman and not submissive to anyone. Somehow without a companion, the sex scene had soured and become a bore. Now an occasional foray into clubs like this one kept her satisfied.

This could turn out to be one of the more interesting evenings, but Mr. Samuels I mean RainDog would have to work for it. Well, maybe just a little.

"So" she purrs leaning over to give him full view of her cleavage, " read any good books, lately!"

 

[Guest]

OOC: Sorry. Double posting.

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[Guest]

'Oh, Miss DiPrima,' says RainDog, gently catching a tiny droplet of wine from just below Courtesan's lip. He runs his tongue over the tip of his finger and seems to ponder a moment. 'Sauvignon Blanc?' he asks.

'Yes, very impressive. I'd be even more impressed if the bottle wasn't sat right here on the table.'

The Scot laughs. 'Oh, yes.'

'Books,' says Courtesan, staring into the dark centre of his scuffed shades.

'Did you really come here to discuss literature, Courtesan? Don't you have friends at the debating society for that kind of think.'

'Books,' she says again.

'Well, now. I've just started reading The Glass Bead Game by German Nobel prize winning author and hippy icon, Hermann Hesse. The book is widely regarded as his classic but I'm not really qualified to comment on that at this early stage as I'm only on page 3 of the text itself, having waded through Mr Theodore Ziolkowski's Foreword and The Glass Bead Game: A General Introduction To Its History For The Layman, by the author himself. I have, however, fully devoured some of Mr Hesse's earlier works: Demian (1919), Siddhartha (1922) and Steppenwolf (1927) and found them a most fulfilling read - life-changing even. I really do recommend them if you have an interest in the philosophies of CJ Jung, Nieztche or the Eastern religions.'

'You really are an arrogant shit, sometimes, aren't you?'

'At your service. You know, I don't think I've ever heard you swearing like that before, Miss DiPrima. I'm a little shocked but I think I like it. It makes me feel kind of tingly down below.'

Courtesan laughs out loud. 'Was that you attempting to flirt with me Mr Samuels?'

'RainDog, please. Yes it was. Was I at all successful.'

'We'll wait and see.' she smiles and pats his cheek.

'You always liked a good book, Courtesan. What are you reading just now? I hope it's not any of those pornographic novels you accidentally dropped at my feet that time I met you outside Macy's.'

'Oh!' The young woman actually blushes, just a little, at the memory. 'I thought you hadn't noticed. Anyway - those weren't pornographic. Anais Nin's books are sensual and erotic... not "pornographic".'

'So, what are you reading just now?' he asks, running a finger over her lower lip.

 

[Gateleader]

"Glory, it is."
Gate smiled. This was going t be fun. As long as her newest injury didn't hamper her.
"So tell me Glory, what's a good girl lke you doing here?I mean you don't sem like the type o hang out here."
Glory turned bright red. Just as I thought, a courious. Gate smiled.
"come on." Gate grabbed Glory's arm andpulled her back to the table Gate had been at earlier. As they mad there way there, Gate saw someone she knew. So the little rich girls dad finally let her out to play. Hmm, looks like she found one of her old teachers. Gate hated that she could rember ever case and mission she had ever been on. Of course, she wasn't worried, n one knew what she really looked like.
Gate sat against the wall and Glory sat arcoss from her.
"So, Glory, tell me about you."

 

[ChocolateGoddess]

OOC: Cherokee...Z shouldn't worry, the heavily anticipated scandalous activities between Raivenn & Co. will be taking place soon. I, ChocolateGoddess have been outta town a few days. forgive me!

 

[Cherokee]

*G* No problem, CG. I consider myself patient as most people go. There were fears on this end that our keyboard had suddenly fried after a thunder storm, so sudden disappearances happen and are well understood. Technology can be unrelieable. Things happen IRL.

So no sweat. No rush. I just hope you don't mind the...odd direction that things may veer into. Z is a...strange sort. *EG*

 

[ShyGoddess]

"Well, there's really not much to tell. I'm actually here because I'm looking for someone, but he must have gone out the back, because I don't see him." Glory looked around the room. So many people. She really did stick out, but then again so did others, in their own type of way. She saw one man. She remembered seeing him come in. He was wearing a mask and not much else at the moment. She could only stare. He looked up and caught her staring. She could have sworn she saw a smile behind the mask. She blushed and looked quickly away. "I'm sorry. I'm being rude. This all just so new to me. I've never really seen anything like it." She fell silent, not really sure what to say. She had the strangest feeling that this woman was hitting on her. She had never really thought about it before. She wasn't sure if she wanted to. Only time would tell she thought.

 

[ChocolateGoddess]

Raivenn--
"Tantric magics, hmm? I don't know much about them, Z darling, but whatever Bast here is doing to me certainly feels like magic."
Raivenn closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the sounds and scents of uninhibited sex drifting towards her from the floor. The familiar warning tingle originating in her pussy brought her suddenly back to awareness. Laying a hand firmly atop Bast's wandering one, she put the brakes on the orgasm that was threatening to overtake her. Reaching shakily for her drink, she spoke to Z in a voice gone husky with lust.
"I'm warning all of you now...once we start this, we don't stop until I pass out, or can't move, whichever comes first. She paused a moment to savor the remaining contents of her wineglass. Sliding it to the edge, Raivenn climbed sinuously onto the table, displaying her voluptous figure from all angles. She removed her leather top in one smooth motion and tossed it teasingly to a surprised Duggan.
"Still want to tangle with me?"

 

[Cherokee]

Duggan picked the discarded piece of apparel off of his shoulder, and fixed Raivenn with a cool smile and an eyebrow raised in question. He rubbed the smooth, buttery texture of the leather between his fingers a moment. And then, just short of folding it, he sets it neatly aside. The valet's wintery blue eyes slowly roam Raivenn from crown to sole, taking in her luscious, chocolate curves.

Deep, mellow laughter rumbles from Z's lips. "Raivenn, My Lovely, we wouldn't have you any other way." Oh, that voice of his; rich and enchanting. It was the sort that would make Barry White take notice. Appreciatively, Z reaches out his beringed hand and caresses Raivenn's cheek. Strength behind his touch, yet reigned in and gentle, he softly strokes the line of her jaw, down the graceful contours of her neck, and finally to brush the hollows of her clavicals. The smile across his face is broad, and approving. And yet the light; the almost predatory flash of his teeth; all combine to cast him a devilish figure.

"I told you she had that look about her," Omiko cooed into Z's ear. The Thai's voice was soft and husky. "She has a hungry mouth."

"Indeed she does, My Flower," Z rumbled back. "You have picked so well."

Omiko watched as Raivenn, slithered sinously over the tabletop, giving ample display of her feminine curves. The Thai beauty grinned wickedly as Raivenn so expertly freed herself from the confines of her leather halter. From under emerald painted lids, Omiko's eyes devoured Raivenn's form, meeting the woman's gaze with heat and desire, before moving down to take in the glorious curves of Raivenn's breasts. And they were exquisite; generous and firm, drawn taught from arousal, with hard, wonderful nipples standing enticingly from her dark flesh. Unconciously, Omiko ran her own hand up her flank, to caress her breast roughly through the material of her dress. Her tongue flicks over her teeth and lips as she fixes Raivenn with a long, hard gaze of want.

And then the dusky, amber woman turns towards Z with a soft growl. She snarls, then ducks her head down where she had been stroking Z unseen under the table. Greedily, she parts her ruby lips and inhales the length of Z's cock in a single fluid motion. The large man gasps, and throws his head back with mouth agape.

Bast laughs and claps her hands as Raivenn mounts the table. "The gods have blessed you with beauty, Love." Her voice was silken, with a faint South African accent. "I think you've got the right idea." Seductively, Bast begins to unlace the corset about her waist. With a creak of leather, Bast is free, and now gloriously naked from the waist up. She was darker than Raivenn, with flesh that lustered like well oiled ebony. Her breasts were small, and nicely shaped, with tiny erect nipples. There were paterns raised in her skin; welts and ritual scars. They formed enrapturing patterns which trailed their way over her slim belly and flanks, accentuating her lean, graceful form. With a husky laugh, she curls herself into her seat and draws her short skirt up so Raivenn can get a glimpse of what lies nestled between her legs. "See anything you like, Love?"

One hand caressing the back of Omiko's head, Z waves a vague gesture about the table. "Choose...your...priest or...priestess." It seems Omiko's warm, wet mouth has robbed Z of his ability for eloquent speech.

 

[Hecate]

Talea:
After she has finally caught her breath again, Talea cuddles into the arms of Millain and with a now all soft and deeply satisfies voice starts to talk: “Jordan – no, Millain … you will soon learn the whole truth – but for now it must suffice to tell you the rough scheme of your immediate next actions. You only have started your quest – and it will be a long one. How do you feel now? Didn’t you think to unite with me was all that you wanted? Until the veils of ignorance were torn from your eyes during the ceremony? And now? You feel that it only is a beginning, right – and you feel only half, incomplete still, right?” She feels the man who once was Jordan nod and knows he was about to speak. But she was not yet ready to answer all his questions so she silences him with a passionate kiss and after that gently places a finger on his lips … “Listen – it is not yet time to answer all those questions that are roaring and raging in your head. You first have to learn the rules of this world – and you will have to do so on your own. I will leave you now – but we will meet again soon. Your last task before fully being a member of us is to come to me one more time – but this time you will travel through a long lost world – and you will have to trust your new found feelings and abilities. Listen to your heart – I am beckoning you! And you will get all the answers you seek when we meet again!”

With these words Talea gets back to her feet and pulls her gown around her shoulders, finding herself back in the inner circle room, Jordan laying at her feet with a still puzzled look on his face, but not attempting to stop her or follow her.

With a satisfied smile Talea left the club – a quick glance back telling her that Shanan was sure not gonna miss her. There was a lot to prepare still – but she was confident Jordan would do just fine – and soon they would return another member into the arms of the family – he wouldn’t stop before he had found HER….

 

[ShyGoddess]

Glorianna could only stare at him. She could not look away. For some reason her eyes were drawn to him, as if by a power of their own.

"Gate, who's that? The man who just came into the room. Over there?"

"Him? Oh, that's just Jordan. He comes here quite a bit. Why?"

"No reason. Just curious."

She turned back to Gateleader, not sure why she was so drawn to him. Maybe she would find out.

 

[Hecate]

Shanan:
"OHHHH my god ... oh yesssssss" Shanan is completely out of control. Somewhere between laughing and thus tickling the sweet treasure chest of Silvija under the pink tuff of hair and crying for mercy from the repeated assaults of Mystery Man's pumping cock into her pussy Shanan is lost in the "other world". She couldn't care less for any onlookers or listeners - and she was completely oblivious to the fact that she screamed from the top of her lungs, thus drawing the attention of the entire club to the threesome at the bar which in itself was rather remarkable seeing how busy and involved everybody was.

A few more thrusts and sucks - and in unison once more Silvija and Shanan burst into mind shattering orgasms, accompanied by the moans and groans of MM, who to Shanan's surprise pulled out his cock the last second and splattered and amazing amount of cum all over her glowing, no burning body.

Laying gasping and panting on the bar counter, Shanan just needs to recover for a moment while Silvija slides of the bar to lean on it on shaking and wobbly legs. Only MM seems all relaxed and at peace, pouring himself another glass of cold champagne.

Exhausted Shanan runs a hand through her wild raven curls, just to find her hair sticky with the juices of Silvija, while her body is showered with the cum of MM and her thighs are bathed in her own liquids. She sure needs a shower now and suggests as much to Silvija who enthusiastically accepts the invitation. With a passionate kiss into the ear of MM and her phone number whispered into his ear, Shanan takes her Xena-style dress in the one and Silvija by the other hand , and giggling the two nude beauties leave the club past a staring bouncer to disappear in a cab into the night.


[This message has been edited by Hecate (edited 06-03-2000).]