Xynthia's arena (Another Fantasy SRPF)

[Kepic]

OOC:
Well, not to be too picky, but mfucker's post doesn't seem to marry up to my own. The 'serpent' magic wasn't immediate : a more subtle illusion of me moving back was the first thing Talsa did. The 'serpent' was meant to 'kick in', as it were, when Talsa and Jake were about to enter battle true, and Talsa wasn't planning on moving in first, as his post suggested.
In fact, with him staying his ground to start with also, Talsa would surely have taken the opportunity to work further magic.
Anyway, you're still right about this being hard to judge... without being able to post a 'moment by moment' combat scene, between two characters, its almost impossible to fairly pick a winner... sigh. How many 'actions' can a character perform per post? How long does it take to close the gap? The question on rules rears its ugly head again, with no obvious means of dispatching it!

Oh, thanks for the praise on the Grinning Griffin... I meant to say on an earlier post, but plain forgot! Hmm, sorry, must mind my manners...
I'm not that good at the 'sex-scenes', as it were (Drake's Allandrial/slave-girl post on the previous post was hot stuff, I don't mind saying!), but I hope to improve. At the moment, I'm concentrating more on the 'plot' and characters than those...

[Edited by Kepic on 08-24-2000 at 02:11 PM]

 

[Lightman]

Actually, i never meant you to react on what the opponent does, but to describe two wholly different parts of the battle. That way, it's more balanced out (i think)...

 

[LadyChance]

LOL

Well I would say that its a match not meant to be won but then again I was thinking how the fighter had to concentrate and focus was thinking how much of a twist it would have put in if I had used my character's magic to give him true sight which would have really made things interesting. LOL but figured that wouldn't have been fair. So in my way of thinking sounds like either another fight needs to take place only something different not battling but something more, um how to say this more equal so to say. LOL Anyway thats just my thoughts.

 

[Drake]

My two cents' worth

OOC:

Since we're all putting in our humble $0.02, I thought I might chip in:

First, thanks for the compliments, Kepic...I've read enough erotic stories to know how to write a little on my own

Second, I agree with Lightman. The essence of posting for fights on here is to essentially develop your own strategy with a *few* elements regarding countering your opponent. If, on the other hand, you simply try and counter everything that they do, you are sure to lose, because you're constantly on the defensive, not attacking properly, and sooner or later they're probably going to win (I'm talking both in a posting sense and in "real" combat here). So, I think that we each should develop our strategy for a fight, and, if there's any indication of what the opponent is doing, then maybe put a little bit in to show that too. You'll notice with Allandria's fight that I "rolled to one side in case of a counterattack"...that's the sort of thing I mean. I guess, really, that the best way to try and do business is to develop your own strategy that actually INCLUDES contingencies and anticipation of your opponent's strategy. Thus my roll, another example might be raising a shield to protect oneself from potential arrows - you get the idea. All the other options, such as flipping coins, random numbers, etc. etc. seem less fun to me - the fight is not then decided on merit and strategy, but on blind luck. At least this way, we have some influence on whether our characters will win or not...

Anyway, I'll get down off my soapbox now. *ahem*

I'm enjoying this thread AND the Grinning Griffin equally (although in different ways, being a male in one and a female in the other ) and look forward to the games continuing...

Cheers

Drake

 

[Lightman]

right you are

Couldn't have said it better myself, Drake!(and by the way, hot scene indeed!)
So maybe we should just start this fight again, in the way Drake described it?(To give you an idea, you could read the very first battle of this thread, Allandria vs. Talsa)

 

[Lightman]

Hey, I didn't mean to offend you, folks.
Come on, don't stop now, please.

 

[Kepic]

The duel continues

OOC:
Yes, there always are two sides to an argument (sometimes more), and I humbly submit in this case, with no hard feelings. I thought trying to write in all which you can anticipate might make the posts a little long, but obviously with care it can be done.
I'm finding it a little easier to 'judge' on the Grinning Griffin, as, after all, I'm mostly playing the part of the bad guys (and gals, though there's only one bad gal at the moment - well, in the good/evil sense, at least!) so I'm already pretty certain they'll lose, though you'll never know for sure - even I can't predict all that might happen, thats the fun of being a GM - hmm, I think that should be TM... Threadmaster, lol.
So, I don't envy Lightman in this thread one bit as TM, but I do wish him the best!
I'll continue the battle scene between Talsa and Jake where it left off, and hope you find this agreeable...

IC:
Talsa barely avoided the sudden downward swing of the blade - it was far too close for comfort - yet somehow she had managed it. This man, Jake, seemed more than a little strong of will, and her illusions, which had served her so well in the past, were obviously of little effect here. She had to come up with something different, fast...
"I yield" Talsa said, still ready to dodge his next swing, in case he either had not enough time to pull his following blow, or did not believe her, for she really had no intention of doing so. She hoped her words rung true enough to his ears, though.
She dropped her own blade, letting the point of her keen sword imbed itself in the arena's sandy floor, nearby, in case she was forced to snatch it up again, and gave him a curt bow from her shoulders. Lets see how honourable this man is, she thought.
She pulled off one blackened chain gauntlet and held her hand out to her opponent.
"I won't harm you" she added, this time, letting the truth of those words hopefully show through, for she meant it.
He was likely ready to resist pain, but pleasure would likely be a different story. As the offspring of a succubus, her touch was, like her mothers, quite blissful.
If he did not resist, she would have him.
And Talsa meant that in two ways. She couldn't hold back her steadily raising lust much longer... the thought of Allandrial and the slave-girl she had taken away, and the images that had passed through her mind at what they may be doing while she was forced to stand naked, chained to the wall, for all to see, and now to fight again... had been a little much for her. Damn her blood, Talsa thought, the trouble's it had gotten her into.
And if he did, well, Talsa wasn't too worried about the 'punishment' that Xynthia had warned the loser would recieve. Pain and pleasure went hand in hand as far as she was concerned. Thinking this, Talsa smiled inwardly. In this case, here, after all, her legacy might be of benefit...

OOC (again):
Talsa doesn't know he's a paladin... I'm guessing here that his own 'goodly' touch would be somewhat uncomfortable, with her daemonic heritage and all (though Talsa herself is not strictly 'evil')... but he doesn't know that, either, does he??
Win or lose though, I intend to have some fun - thats what this all boils down to in the end, isn't it?

 

[Lightman]

ooc: Thanks, Kepic you're a great sport!
Jake, looks like it's up to you

 

[mfucker]

Jake:

Surprisingly, the feeling of steel cutting through flesh didn't come. Did I miss? I wait for a moment; my opponent did not counter my attack. In all my years of combat experience, this one bewildered me. Apparently I had missed, but somehow I did not have to pay for this dear mistake.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. She stood a couple of feet away, and my first instinct was to prepare for another blow, but instead she throws her weapon aside. "I yield," I hear a voice echoing in my mind.

Trickery does not go down well with me, but our code of honour does not allow us to attack a helpless enemy, nor one that has yield.

I went back into my defensive stance, as I awaited her next move. She bows to me, and removes her gauntlet. Then, she stretches out her bare arm towards me in a non-menacing way.

Here I was, standing in an arena, a place for combat, armed with my broadsword and this female had her bare arm outstretched towards me. My fighting instincts told me to keep my alertness, so did my years of training.

But something about this creature touched something deep in my heart. For the first time, I see the beauty of this creature. As I laid eyes on her, I was instantly reminded of my waiting wife at home. My heart warmed, and I lowered my broadsword, as she comes even closer to me.

 

[Kepic]

Talsa gave him a reassuring smile, but still was a little wary he had not sheafed his blade. However, he seemed receptive enough.
She stepped forward, her hand still outstretched for him to take. He did so.
As their hands met, she felt a faint tingling sensation, which she had not felt before. She felt her skin run cold for a moment. However, this odd feeling was not enough to discourage her amorous ways. There was something about him that was not... quite agreeable, somehow. But he could still give her what she now desperately wanted.
The look on his face suggested he felt the same initial reaction at their skin's contact, but then his cheeks were suddenly flushed, and as his legs quavered and he dropped to the ground, she knew the pleasure her touch must be giving him was intense.
He dropped his sword now, trying to prise her grasp from his with his freed hand. As he grasped hers, it only further strengthened the pleasure that was flowing through him.
She pushed him back onto the floor, now holding both his hands in hers, and straddled his waist. He gasped, as he looked up into her lust-filled eyes...
"They want us to fight" she told him, "lets put on a different show, hmm?"
She bent forwards, kissing him before he could respond to her unexpected advances.
Had Xynthia ever had anyone end a fight in such a way? Talsa hoped not - she hoped to shock her captor, oh, that would be an added delight...

 

[mfucker]

Jake:

As our hands touched, a wave of unknown sensation rushed from the tip of her hand throughout my body. My muscles went limp suddenly, as I nearly collapsed on the ground.

I struggle to get to my feet, but my efforts proved futile, as even my iron-like grip on my broadsword loosened. I hear a distant clatter of steel and know that I have dropped it. I was vulnerable now.

Now holding both of my hands, the sensation gets stronger, as she pushes me gently onto my back. As she straddles me at the waist, I close my eyes, expecting the finishing blow anytime. I had lost to my own carelessness.

Then, I felt her soft lips on mine, and her tongue probes into my mouth gently. Involuntarily, I open my mouth to allow her access. I had a feeling that I have never felt before. Something at the back of my head told me to end this, but I could not lift a finger. I was powerless.

 

[Lightman]

Xynthia

The Elven-Mistress smiles as her left hand glides between her legs. This girl certainly has spirit--Xynthia likes girls with spirit!
So Talsa wants to change the conditions of the fight? Well, so be it!
Xynthia raises her right hand and lets her magic powers flow, subtly altering the spell that lies on the arena. Immediately, the moans from Talsa and Jake become louder, more urgent--there is an aura in the air that greatly enhances any sexual stimulation.
What neither of the two know, however, is that whoever of them comes first will lose conscience, and lose the fight...

 

[Kepic]

Talsa:

The man reciprocated her kiss. As he did so, she felt a tingling sensation all around her - magic, magic she recognised, she had used such herself, in her past, but not as potent as this. Xynthia obviously had no intention of stopping her - stopping them.
Talsa brought one of his hands up to her chest, placing it upon her right breast, letting him feel her warmth despite the blackened mail she wore, then reached back, behind herself, loosening his belt, slipping her hand beneath his armour and breeches, to close about what she now so eagerly sought. As she grasped his manhood, she felt it hardening, the blood pumping into it, rapidly engorging his cock.
"Ready?" she asked.
She let go of his other hand now - she felt it no longer necessary, especially with Xynthia's magic and where to one of her own hands had now roamed. She pulled aside those tattered, burnt scraps of her leggings that still remained to cover her loins, and lifted her hips.
Flicking his mail up, and pulling his now fully erect lovemuscle into the open air, she threw a brazen smile up at Xynthia, and saw her captor had a hand between her thighs - a place Talsa wished she would soon have a chance to explore herself.
"I've been ready for quite some time" she cried out, clearly, for all in the arena to hear.
Talsa sank slowly back down about his cock, savouring the feel of it pushing its way inside her. He undoubtedly felt the truth in her shouted words by the moistness of her pussy.
Talsa threw her head back and let out a loud moan, intensified by Xynthia's magic, and the knowledge that so many eyes must now be fixed upon her...

[Edited by Kepic on 08-25-2000 at 12:59 PM]

 

[Lightman]

hey, hey, don't stop now, when it's getting interesting!

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Lokken's back

IC: Lokken, the Wanderer he'd been nicknamed, walked through the strabge pass. Suddenly, some sort of spell came over him. A few foot soldiers rushed out and grabbed him. They dragged him into some type of arena and threw him to the ground. Meanwhile, he noticed, two people were fucking right in frony of everyone. He regained control and pulled out his blade. At the same time, he cast many counterspells about him. He was dressed in pitch black, studded armor, wore a red cloak, was wielding the Sword of Morgoth in his hands, had an enormous Dragon Leather shield strapped to his back, and had the Grond, the Mace of the Underworld strapped to his side.

 

[Kepic]

Talsa

Talsa slid a haad behind herself again, to massage Jake's balls. As she felt the weight of his sac, she realised this was a man of temperance, as well as honour. A chivalrous warrior indeed, perhaps even a knight... perhaps even...
'Of course!' Talsa thought, as she rode him, that would explain the strange feeling she had recieved when they had first touched. A paladin. Such men, and indeed women, often gave oathes of abstinence, and that meant he might well yet be a virgin. This could be his first time. That thought excited her further still. She enjoyed breaking such in - men or women.
"Give me what I want! Fill my cunt!" she cried out, "Fill me with your hot cum!"
She could feel his balls tightening, a tell-tale sign he was soon about to unleash his loveseed, and she felt as if her own orgasm would not be far behind. She couldn't remember the last time she had neared a climax so quickly... she moved her other hand to her own swollen clit, and began to roll it gently between her thumb and forefinger.
She cried out again -
"Fill me with your seed!"

OOC: Well, couldn't wait for mfucker's next post... sorry! Was this the kind of thing you were thinking of, LadyChance?
Oh, and hi Morgoth - uh, this may sound a little blunt but, this Lokken character of yours is a bit powerful, isn't he? In a tabletop roleplaying game, you'd probably be refered to as a power-gamer... so power-poster seems to fit the bill here. I thought that the first time you posted in the Grinning Griffin, too. I don't mean any slight by this, and hope you take these words in the spirit they are intended.
Though, I'm sure Lightman/Xynthia as TM/Arena Mistress will have the power to knock your character down a peg or two, or present him with worthy opponents at least!

[Edited by Kepic on 08-26-2000 at 02:02 AM]

 

[Drake]

A slight? Maybe...

OOC:

Hello again Morgoth...I'm not as diplomatic as Kepic, so I *will* be blunt. Your character annoys me, a lot. For starters, most of his efforts seem to be centred on telling everyone how powerful he is, Emperor of Talos, etc. etc. If so, why is he wasting his time with us mere mortals (and fey, I meant that as a figurative phrase ) Also, he seems to want to go on power trips wherever the hell he goes. If you want to get "in" on sex, as you said in the Grinning Griffin thread, then why not try a little humble, artful propositioning? There's plenty of willing characters. Barging into someone's room and setting up a "magic wall" doesn't quite cut it. And all these ultra powerful servants - do you really find it that fun to have a character so much more powerful than everyone else? Most of us have characters with special abilities or traits, it's true, but they're not meant to be ultra powerful superheroes.

So yeah, I guess this IS a slight against you. Get over your power trip tactics, they're doing nothing but pissing people off. I refer anyone who disagrees with this to the "Russian Tease" thread, where ShyGoddess, I think it was, told you in no uncertain terms what she thought of your posts. Just enjoy, have an ordinary character like everyone else, and have a good time.

You don't have to be Lokken the All-Powerful Beefcake, you know. In fact you may find it's more fun not to be...

One more thing, as long as I'm whinging. For God's sake please make up your own stuff. "Sword of Morgoth"? "Grond"? I might as well call Allandria's sword Anduril, give her a ring called Narya...you get the idea.

I know I've been fairly blunt here, but that's my way...why beat around the bush? I'm an Australian...guess I can't help it

Anyway, please heed what I have said...I think it'll make things here a lot more fun for us, but especially you, as well.

Cheers,

Drake

 

[mfucker]

Jake:

My mind was blank.

My thoughts, my will to fight on, everything, had disappeared. Was I dead? I tried to move, but not a single muscle flinched. I couldn't feel anything, almost.

There seemed to be a stirring in my loin; this was a feeling which I have never experienced before. I tried to gather my thoughts, but this only fuelled the sensation I felt in my loin area.

What was going on?

I opened my eyes slowly, and an unfamilar image was presented before me - my worthy opponent seemed to be straddled over my loin, moving up and down. Her every movement seemed to increase the strong feeling I was receiving; it felt like...pleasure.

That was it - pleasure.

Try as I might to fight it, it just got stronger, and stronger. My muscles near the loin were working again, as I could once again feel them as they got tighter and tighter. I could feel warmth enclosing my cock, which got so hard that it was beginning to ache.

Her movement seemed to match the feeling of warmth sliding up and down my cock - was she behind all this? As my thoughts start to return to me, the pleasure I was feeling scaled higher and further heights.

A moan escape my mouth, as I feel something within me, welling up and travelling quickly through my body towards the opening at my cock.

Her face contorted in front of me, and I could hear a distant scream, released from her open mouth. The warmth squeezed tightly around my cock, so tight that I could hardly breathe, as the substance within me starts to escape through my cock.

 

[Kepic]

Talsa

Talsa reached a hand once more behind her and began to massage his balls. She was surprised by the weight of his sac. Not only was he a man of honour, but of temperance, too, it seemed. He was obviously a chivalrous warrior... a knight, perhaps.. or even...
Of course! she thought. A paladin! That would explain the strange sensation she had when their hands had met. Such men - and, indeed, women - often took oathes of abstinence. He may well be a virgin, Talsa thought. This realisation excited her further. She enjoyed breaking such in - men and women both. If he was giving up some oath here, she intended to make sure he did not regret it.
She picked up her pace, riding him hard, slipping her cunt up and down his pole with wild abandon. With her other hand, she now gently massaged her own loins, rolling her clit between thumb and forefinger. Then she felt his balls begin to tighten.
Talsa cried out in delight as she felt his load being unleashed inside of her.
"Oh yes!" she cried out, "fill my cunt!"
She felt her own orgasm about to hit - then suddenly, his cock began to go limp inside of her. She looked down, only to find him unconcious!
Damn! Not here, not now! she thought, but as she threw a glance up to Xynthia, and saw the sly smile that was upon her 'hosts' lips, she knew that his sudden lapse into senselessness was not from her own sexual prowess.
Talsa had never felt so frustrated before, as she stood up, her legs still a little unstead, a stream of spunk running down her inner thighs. She hid her fury at being so denied, and strode over to her sword, which was still embedded in the sand a few feet away, point first.
Xynthia waved the duel master in, and he began to walk towards her.
As Talsa reached her keen-bladed weapon, and reached for her sword, an idea occured to her.
Instead of pulling it free, she pushed the tip further into the ground, straightening the weapon so it stood vertical. She swung her hips over the pommel, and then sank her pussy down about the hilt, as she had done so but a short while ago with the paladin's own 'weapon'.
The duel master's steps faltered, and he looked up at Xynthia for instruction.
Talsa was bucking up and down on her swordhilt, still feeling her pleasure heightened by the spell Xynthia had brought across the arena, and she soon felt her climax fast approaching again -
Then, nothing. Her pussy was empty again, the sword had vanished.
Xynthia was now holding it. She brought the pommel to her lips, and ran her tongue about it, staring down at the impudent girl below.
Talsa saw her arch an eyebrow, and she then knew her captor was now aware she was not entirely human. Her lovejuices were far sweeter than that of other women, as Talsa had knew truly for herself, and had also been told so by many of her past lovers.
Talsa moved a hand to between her hips, intent on finishing the job with her own fingers, if need be, but found she could not reach her swollen lovelips. Some magical barrier blocked her from quite touching her needful cunt. Xynthia was denying her her so desperately wanted relief, and Talsa now felt even more frustrated than she had been earlier.
She had never pleaded for anything in her life before now, but -
"Please!" she cried out, trying to erode the magical barrier with the feverish strokes of her hands, knowing full well she could not do so, "I need my release!"
Xynthia knew full well she was not talking about simple freedom.
"Please! I'll do anything!" Talsa cried out again, the lust, the frustration, the fury, and the desperation in her voice boiled together into one.

 

[Lightman]

Xynthia

ooc: Morgoth, I'm afraid I must agree with the others. This thread was not really meant to come in and destroy all the 'bad guys' with powerful magic and weapons. I mean honestly, your powers are little short of the real Morgoth, so if you'd like to play, choose something a little more appropriate, please
IC:
Elven-Mistress was greatly pleased. With her magic sight, she had often spied on Gladiators while they were using her slavegirls, wihtout them knowing, but they had rarely put on such a show. And now the impetuous little--half-demoness, that's what she must be had also gotten her punishment for trying to outsmart Xynthia. No one usually tried that twice...though she found herself almost wishing that Talsa would.
The naked woman was still desperately trying to touch herself, on the verge of orgasm...
"Please! I'll do anything!"
Xynthia stood up, the smile on her lips wider than usually, her eyes sparkling with evil amusement.
"Now, girl, why so imatient? You are Gladiator again, after all. You'll soon be able tu find your pleasure with a slave. But if you really want this, and now, I suppose I could let you have this as reward, if you renounce using the a slave this time...although I think you would have to do something more, for me...bu do not worry girl, you will stay Gladiator, whatever you choose. Well? I guess to be fair, I would enhance your orgasm..."

[Edited by Lightman on 08-26-2000 at 08:56 AM]

 

[Kepic]

Talsa

Talsa listened to her hosts words, her frustration continuing to rise. But the promise now of a slaves devotion to her, for even but a half hour, stopped her hands frantic struggle to touch her loins.
She looked into Xynthia's eyes, knowing either way, she might have some release at last.
"I... choose to take my release here" she said, softly, then she added, with another brazen smile "If I can watch Jake's punishment at the same time..."

 

[Lightman]

Xynthia

Xynthia smiled evilly.
"If that is your wish."
Mean while a hook on a rope had been lowered from the ceiling, Jake was now awake and his hands tied to it. On either side of him stood female Gladiators, the one sorrting through the contents of a large chest, the other bearing a bullwhip.
Xynthia looked at Jasper, sitting in the stalls, still with the two slaves before her.
"Well, Jasper, choose your slave now. Or would your rather help in punishing him?"

 

[LadyChance]

Re: Talsa LMAO

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OOC: Well, couldn't wait for mfucker's next post... sorry! Was this the kind of thing you were thinking of, LadyChance?
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Actaully yes thats about right! I figured if we couldn't win one way then another way would work just as well, glad to see my hint on that one wasn't lost on anyone! Oh and I think you did a fantastic job with it also.

[Edited by LadyChance on 08-26-2000 at 09:55 AM]

 

[Lightman]

Er, LadyChance, we all appreciate your opinion, although I would appreciate even more if you took the opportunity to play your character if you get my drift

 

[LadyChance]

IC::Jasper

Not knowing what to say I stand there trying to decide. I think if you don't mind I would like to have him as my slave when you are done punishing him, looking to the Mistress of the arena waiting for her decision. Feeling somewhat sorry for winning, but knowing it was either him or her, knowing she couldn't have dealt with being in his place right now, she knew she had done right by winning.


OCC:: I did, I did! LOL slow typer, long winded yep thats me!