Summoned from the underworld.

[KillerMuffin]

Even blue-haired, Cain looked like one of those statues of the Gods you see all over the place, all muscle and smooth hide. I licked my lips. He stood up and wrapped the blanket around himself, advancing on me. He locked his arms around me, one of his hands handily close to my mouth, and glared at Tiador.

Even though he intended to shut me up if I said something that didn't exactly please him, I still couldn't help but be hot and bothered. His nipple-hardening, almost naked body was pressed tightly to mine. I had just experienced one of his pussy-drenching kisses. My blood had slowed and was starting to burn. The man turned me on, made me think about nothing but sex and his long, smooth Staff of Eternal Hardness ramming into me.

I rubbed against him, delicately shivering. My arousal, coupled with his, pouring off of me in waves.

"Tiador, what's with the imp?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the delicious feel of my ass slowly rubbing back and forth across Cain's erection.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Cain paled as his blood was needed... Elsewhere... He was drawn against Muffin by her mind alone, the perseptably growing waves of her arousal leaking out to assault all their minds with... Naughty thoughts. If only he could get her to focus that power on something like... Moving that bed closer so he could bend her over it and start humping her from behind... He gasped as the sneeky thought wormed its way in and sent a wave of hunger up the length of his barely hidden cock. He uncontiously nudged against her back, his hands slipping around in front of her to fondle the slight curve of her tummy. His mouth moving within inched of her neck. "Eh... Yeah... The imp... The imp, why did you conjure another imp? After all the trouble the last one caused us..." Cain said, his voice threatening to crack.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Tiador was looking at the both of us as if we had dicks growing out of our foreheads. The other imp had yet to shut up. Her chatter was as non-stop as a magpie's.

"Do you think we'll have to see the Dean again?" I asked Cain worridly, ignoring whatever Tiador had thought to say. "I think he's going to be really mad at us when he finds out we summoned another imp. I hope he doesn't kick us all out!"

...the bed closer so I could bend her over it and start humping her from behind, came the unbidden thought. I shuddered, licking my lips, at the unbridled lusty image of Cain bending me over the bed and thrusting himself deep.

The bed twitched, then dragged itself closer. I didn't notice it, thinking only of how wonderful it would be to put myself on the bed so he could ride the heck out of me.

The imp yelped and flitted away from the moving bed. Tiador bellowed and tossed himself on it, to keep it from moving. He had, apparently, stashed some things under it that he didn't want revealed.

The bed ignored everyone, crawling closer to me as the scene in my mind heated up.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

In the midst of nervousness, Tiador felt arousal start to tent the front of his shirt.

He was about to say "The imp? What imp?" and look around the room pretending not to see her, but the bed started dragging itself across the floor. The rumble as it moved vibrated the room. It was not a light dormatory bed it was solid oak and sturdy. It had to be after all the... ummm... it just had to be.

As the bed moved slowly the donkey jumped and scrambled to the other side of the room. Tiador hadn't quite known what jumping on the bed would accomplish but it seemed like a good idea at the time. He found himself on a goose-down raft heading toward the embracing Cain and Muffin. He could hear the near endless piles of books stashed under his bed toppling over.

There were other things too. Piles of leather and velvet and satin were upended showing themselves to be full body suits, harnasses, even a few feminine articles of clothing that he quickly threw a pillow over to cover up.

Still, on and on he sped toward the embracing couple.

 

[Song]

Nyla

"...oh, goody, you've untied my arms; now I can play with the wrestling game; hey, Mr. Wizard Boy, it looks like that donkey wants to practice the Ritual, too; woah, hey, this bed is moving!..."

Nyla squeaked and jumped into the air when the bed began to move. Her delicate wings fluttered frantically, as she tried to avoid landing on the donkey, the cat, or any of the Brilliant Wizards who currently populated the room. She saw Tiador jump on the bed, apparently to try to stop its movement.

"...oh, no, that bed is trying to attack your two friends!; make it stop!; why is it attacking your friends?; did they do something mean to it?; I have an idea; where did those things go; here they are..."

Nyla grabbed the wrist straps and threw them at the bedposts. The intent was apparently to strap the bedposts to the stone pillars that were holding up the roof. Unfortunately, the straps attached themselves, instead, to Tiador's wrists on one end, and the bedposts on the other.

"...no, no, no, no; that's not what I meant!; what was the word you used?; Ni'Tlite!; no, that's not it; Sto'Plite?; no, that's not it; oh, now I remember!; Re'Dlite!..."

The straps unfastened from Tiador's wrists. Nyla again grabbed them.

"...you'd better get off the bed, Mr. Wizard Man; I'm going to do this again; okay, now, you straps listen to me; attach yourself to the bedpost, and to the pillar, not to the silly Wizard Boy!..."

Nyla threw the straps at the bed again. It seemed that they were having an internal debate over whether to obey her instructions, or to reattach themselves to Tiador. When Nyla took a deep breath to scold them again, they quickly made up their minds and bound the bed to the pillar. The bed jerked to a stop, throwing Tiador onto the ground.

 

[KillerMuffin]

When the bed jerked to a stop, so did I. I slammed forward and nearly hit the floor. If Cain hadn't been so wrapped around me I might have broken my nose.

I stared, wide eyed at the bed in total shock. "Oh my. Did I do that?"

"Do what?" Cain muttered, jerking me back against him. His lips found the side of my neck and I started having trouble recallingwhat it was I'd done.

"I don't know, something about the bed."

"Good idea," he groaned, and started walking me toward it.

"I thought you'd summoned it," I groaned back, arching into him.

Damn he was sexy.

 

[Song]

Nyla

"...ha!; take that, you evil bed!; hey, Mr. Wizard Boy, are you okay?; why am I suddenly feeling like this?; I feel all warm and tingly all over; I kinda feel like I did during the ritual; oh, no, I think that the bed is still trying to attack!; now that it's tied up, it's sending out hypnotic waves of lust and desire; see--it's calling your friends over to it!; if it can't come to them to attack and eat them, it calls them to it!; do you actually *sleep* on that thing?!?..."

Nyla started ineffectively batting at the mattress. Noticing that she was, in fact, not making much of an impression, she went to the other side of the room, took a running start, and, beating her wings furiously, jumped high into the air, to make a kamakaze dive onto the bed.

[Edited by Song on 05-12-2001 at 07:04 AM]

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

Tiador lay in stun from the sudden impact with the floor. Worse yet, Cain and Muffin were walking over him in order to get to the bed in a trancelike state (giving credence to the hypnotic waves idea). Worse yet, Tiador was still aroused and his shirt had bunched up during the fall. Worse yet, the imp was about to dive-bomb the bed. Worse yet the donkey was...

"Hey, get offa me!" Tiador scrambles out from under the donkey once again. The dejected beastie sulks to the other side of the room. A loud "Meoooooooooooooow!" screeches through the room moments later.

Tiador doesn't hear it however as he was timing it just right. With a battle cry of "*Yes*, I sleep on this thing," he jumps and grabs Niellha mid-air. They spin before her momentum collides them into the sturdy bed. They bounce once and come to rest on the lower part of the bed with Tiador underneath the imp, still holding her tightly to him. She's breathing hard; he can feel it against his chest. He's breathing hard too.

"The bed... is just lonely," he says between breaths. "We didn't finish the ritual after all." The erection nestled next to her thighs throbs urgently, reminding them both of their desires.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Almost completely oblivious to Tiador and his imp, Cain placed Muffing down on the bed, laying atop her, his mouth ravishing her neck, her shoulders, her breasts... He wedged his hips between her legs and was nestled tightly against her.

 

[Song]

Nyla

"...ooooh, are you wrestling with me now, Mr. Wizard Man?; we need some oil, first, don't we?; do you have some in your chest over there?; are your friends going to wrestle, too?; it looks more like they're going to start the ritual again..."

Nyla, laying on top of Tiador, reached over and tapped Cain on the shoulder.

"...excuse me, Mr. Blue Haired Wizard Man, are you two doing the ritual, too?; I don't think we've been introduced, yet; my name is Nyla, what's yours?; are you sure you don't want some tea or fruit before you do the ritual?; I hope you're not afraid of the bed--it's just lonely; it likes to have company..."

 

[Neale]

Dean Edwin

The fog cleared from the Dean's mind slowly. He had memories of wild sex, tremendous amounts of magick, and of strange transformations... He looked up at the newly re-empowered imp, "What happened?"

 

[KillerMuffin]

The arousal was building again, this time I was feeding off of my own, Cain's, and Tiador's. Tiador's heat was wild and frenetic. Rather like a virgin whose finally getting what he wants after years upon years of lusting from afar. It was driving me crazy with the need to get laid.

Whimpering, I humped up against Cain, digging my nails into his butt. The imp, who was only giving off bubbly curiosity was fondling his shoulder. I wanted to get angry, but Cain chose that moment to fit himself to me and thrust inside with a powerful lunge that seated him nearly all the way.

I howled at the top of my not inconsiderable lungs. The incredible feel of his cock scraping the length of my sheath was mind numbingly fantastic. Naturally, I shared the sensations with the world almost forcefully.

Cain groaned along with me, his lips everywhere at once. We were getting better at this, I was getting closer to orgasm with only one thrust.

 

[Song]

Nyla

"...oh, I guess you two won't be wanting that tea and fruit, then; you're sure anxious to get through that ritual; my, this bed sure is lonely--it's sending all kinds of hypnotic waves right now; do you feel them, Mr. Wizard Man?..."

Nyla suddenly noticed Tiador's "interest" pressing against the outside of her thigh.

"...oh, I guess you do feel them; are we going to keep going with the ritual now?; your Staff of Eternal Hardness is in the wrong place, though; you need to put it *here* if we're going to finish the ritual, I think..."

Nyla carefully placed the Staff of Eternal Hardness back into the Tunnel of Perpetual Softness.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

Tiador groaned as the imp's body ensheathed his 'Staff'. It felt to be inside of her again, so very warm and wet. He sat up quickly, wrapping her legs behind him until Niellha was essentailly sitting on his lap like playground kids 'Spider-ing' on a swing set.

Tiador wrapped her in his arms and lifted her light frame from him and guided her back down. It this position he felt even more of her engulf him. Her wings were beating again which added to the lifting, in-and-out motion they were both enjoying.

He couldn't beleive that after only a few strokes he was this close to orgasm.

Could his bed really be intelligent, maybe enchanted, and lonely, and have hypnotic lust-wave abilities, and...? Couldn't be. Could it?

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Still seeming oblivious to Tiador and Nyla's presence, even though he had heard her chatter on and the bed had sprung about a little when they started going at it right along with him and Muffin. Cain was awash in the inescapable sendings from Muffin's mind. His hands locked on her hips as her finger nails bit into him. He drove sharply into her, moaning then growling as he withdrew only to slam against her again and again.

 

[KillerMuffin]

My hips rose to meet every thrust Cain made. I was purely overwhelmed by the savagery of his lust, I had no defense against it. Or was it Tiador's lust? Or was that imp having lust? All three? My own? I couldn't tell. I was just sucking it in and spewing it back out tenfold. If I'd had the mental wherewithall at the time, I would have made a note to learn some control.

The bed was screaming as Cain's heavy thrusting beat at odds with the imp's bouncing. Then, thump.

One moment I was getting the ride of my life, the next I was on the floor amid some books. Cain groaned, resettled us, and started that wonderful fucking rhythm again. I wrapped my legs around him.

I'm never going to let you go, I thought fiercly, wrapping my arms around his neck and fastening my mouth to his. He smiled against me, groaning appreciatively.

Me neither, his thoughts murmured back.

"Won't Cain be mad?" Tiador gasped out between impish bounces.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

The bed lurched spilling Cain and Muffin on the floor. The position Tiador and Nyla were in buffered them against falling and was actually a nice feeling.

Tiador looked over and saw that the leather straps had abandoned holding the bed to the post and were sensually sliding over one another in an impossible knot. If he hadn't been trapped in a cycle of lust he would have noted how the lust wave from Muffin (or the bed) could also affect magical sentiences as well. But as it was he just thought "Oh cool" and went back to bouncing the imp on his erection.

Tiador heard Muffin's voice rather clearly in his head. I'm never going to let you go, she said. Through waves of arousal he reflected on how they had just met each other last night yet already they had, appartently, become really good friends. He smiled at the thought. He'd never had anyone say that to him before. He had gained a friend AND a girlf.... ummm, well, girl imp to have sex with him.

He wondered if Cain might object to how quickly Muffin and he had gotten close.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

As he drove his slickened cock roughly into Muffin, over and over again, her wildly projected thoughts assailed his mind. He felt her pleasure, the imps, and Tiador's, as well as his own, it was too much. He crashed against Muffin one last time with something that nearly sounded like a yowl. He couldn't help it, the sound wouldn't be contained as he came.

 

[Song]

Nyla

"...oooh, this is fun; that feels nice; my goodness, the bed sure must be very, very lonely indeed; its hypnotic waves are getting much, much stronger; hey, why did it just throw your friends onto the ground?; I thought it was lonely; it's not a very nice bed, to be throwing people onto the ground..."

Nyla began moving her hips in a small circle, in time to the bouncing. Her hands were on Tiador's back, lightly touching, stroking. Her face was close to Tiador's neck, and if he could manage to ignore the chatter, he might have noticed her warm breath on his cheek.

"...your bed just said that it's never going to let us go; I know it's lonely, but what happens if we have to get up and go to the bathroom?; or what if we get hungry?; hey, Mr. Blue Haired Wizard is yelling awfully loudly; is she hurting him?; I didn't know that pain was part of this ritual; would you like me to pinch you or bite you now, so that you can howl like your friend just did?; I can do that quite nicely, you know..."

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

Her offer to pinch or bite made Tiador's stomach clench with wanting. His eyes sparkled at the thought. "Yes," he growled against her ear.

Tiador guided her hand up to his chest and her fingers clamped around his sensitive nipple. She had really strong hands and the pressure sent an erotic thrill down his spine.

A light sound distracted him for a moment and he looked up to see one leather strap whipping the other which lay limply across the head board.

Not a bad suggestion, but not right now, he thought toward the two straps.

A sudden twist brought all his attention back to Nyla. His lust skyrocketed. Her light form bouncing on top of him, pistoning up and down. Her fingers pinching, just the little extra bit of sensation. Just a little more. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in for a furious kiss. Unfortunately she was midword and her teeth nipped his tongue as it passed along her lips into her mouth.

That was it. He moaned into her mouth as he spasmed into her. She kept bouncing and pinching as his body was rigid, shaking with each release. His orgasm was strong but oddly, he found it only slightly slackened the building pressure. He didn't lose hardness either and she kept pumping on him.

He didn't know how/if this would end but he was not about to complain.

 

[KillerMuffin]

*blushing like the idiot* I uh, forgot about the thread, for some reason. Are we too late to resurrect?

 

[Neale]

I'm still up for it

One seriously wicked Wizard, at your service

 

[KillerMuffin]

OOC: You are one of the seriously best wicked wizards around. Well, let's see if anyone else is around.

IC: I climbed out of the mashed stack of books, tossing one entitled "How to Summon and Seduce your own Demonspawn Slave" to the side.

"Cain?" I couldn't seem to think very well, the orgasm was still quivering through me. I reached out to touch him, thought the better of it, and tried to stand. My knees wouldn't hold me so I settled for sitting. "Are we still alive?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Slowly setting up, Cain had a smile from ear to ear. He scooted up behind Muffin and placed his hands on her shoulders and snuck his lips in against her neck.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I kissed Cain quickly, before he could lure me back into the wickedly wonderful throes of ograsmic passion... I needed to remember that phrase. I should write it down. I didn't have a pencil, drat it all. "Cain, remember the phrase 'lure me back into the wickedly wonderful throes of orgasmic passion.' Please? I might like to use it again someday and I don't have the best memory in the world and I seem to have lost my pencil along with my clothes. Have you seen, oh, Tiador, get your rump off my clothes."

I felt magnificent. I yanked a very thick and uncomfortable book entitled "1,001 sexual positions every master should master" from beneath my butt and dropped it over the side of the bed.

I leaned back against Cain, incredibly sated and incredibly content. And incredibly weird. Furrowing my brow, I followed the weird trace and stiffened. "Alyn, that other Imp. She's back."