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November 7, 2011 at 3:25 pm in reply to: Ideas – HAPPY HALLOWEEN – Jewellery, Tattoos, Costumes, Vampire Teeth. #54108
(without wanting to ruin the mood
:P, but shouldn’t this be in the erotic fantasie section?)
A nice base for rp's are also fairytales..
I played out a very long, complex rp with the story of Snow White as a back ground. Though Snow White never really appeared in the rp, the characters of the evil Queen and the hunter were extensivly explored and built up. This was a story that prolonged itself over a period of weeks and muliple encounters. It even found its way into the eritci fantasy story. I continued the story after the thread more or less ended and incorporated the characteristics of the rp (personality-wise and a character) into my story. BUt as Bear explained, you need a good rp partner to be able to build the rp out to something more elaborate and bigger.well hello there Bobbler, glad to see you're still with us. Though more in spirit as in writing lately.. nice to see you back!
I shrug my shoulders and follow Miku´s look into the great hall, a moment of awkwardness quickly disappearing as remnants of the enchantment leave my body. The thumping bass of the fast techno beat, is making the floor tremor slightly. The vibrations seep through my boots and into my feet, unconsciously starting to tap. Slowly the tremorrs move upwards, through my calves, my knees and my thighs until they reach my hips, making the gently move. As I let the beat slowly take control of my body, I take Miku´s hand in mine and make a galant bow.
“My dear lady, would you like to dance with me?”
With a wide gesture of my arm, my fingers quickly releasing the buckle on my neck, I swirve my cloak onto a chair. I take Miku’s hand in mine and slowly weave through the crowd until we reach an open spot on the dancefloor. I bow again and as I move up, I bring her hand to my mouth and brush my lips over her wrist, looking deep into her eyes, feeling a slight tingle as my eyes are caught by the glimmer of green in hers.
Slowly I pull her in closer to me, sliding one arm around her waist, bringing her hand up with the other. With a quick pull on her hips, holding her hand over her head, I swirl Miku around and catch her as she lets her body fall backwards, pushing her chest upwards and extending her long neck. The softness of her neck, her light skin shimmering against the lighting of the hall, veins pulsating just beneath her skin, A vampire’s pitfall.
I find myself unable to resist her unintended invitation and softly I lean in, letting my lips slide along her neck, to just below her earlobe. Arrived there, I kiss her softly, before looking her into her eyes again. Clinging to my body, defenseless in my arms, she lets me put her back on her feet and grab both her hands in mine. I start moving, looking at Miku as I let the music fill my ears, my body and my mind. Soon nothing else exists except the supple movements of my body and Miku’s beautiful figure in front of me. Her uniform twirling around her body, her buttocks exposed as the skirt slides up, her teal hair swinging around her face. Her fluent moves, her elegant and arousing dancing turn me on, my heartbeat starting to accelerate, matching the beat of the music.
We dance around eachother and as she turns her back to me in a half-finished pirouette, I slide my arms around her waist from behind, pulling her into me. My lips brushing against her cheek and neck, teasingly close to leaving more kisses on her soft skin, We turn and sway, twist and grind, connected and in sync with eachothers body. Teasingly I bump into her, feeling her slender body pushed against mine, her buttocks firm and round, genty rubbing against my groin. But before our dancing becomes too intimate, I am suddenly tapped on my shoulder.
“May I cut in?”
lol someone is happy… but you fought hard for it Sunny!You deserved it!
Adera, caught in that cubical doing something naughty would mean getting fired instantly.. I haven't met the woman I would risk that for.. yet.. I have made love to a girl when I was a chef, on my worktop after all the guests had gone…
IMO it’s just a way for the dev-team to up their income…
Never worked in an office (except the glass cubical in the production hall), but sex at work… ;D
October 18, 2011 at 10:41 pm in reply to: Sissy Boys. Sissy Boy Accessories and Lady’s wear for men. #54415We rely on you to find it, Bear… 😉
@Sunny! finally sexy…
@Bear, I hope the rest of the outfit comes soon, including a black stallion… Or would a philly be more suited for you? *grins*
October 18, 2011 at 10:00 am in reply to: Sissy Boys. Sissy Boy Accessories and Lady’s wear for men. #54410Welcome Apap,
I have seen banners before of crossdressing men, but I think there just a few.. AChat wants to make cash, so I feel it's doubtful they wil release anything.. At least not soon… It might help if you were more specific in your request, describe what kind of clothes you want available for men..
“Miku, is everything ok?”
*Standing in front her, my hands holding hers gently, my eyes pierce through the slots in my mask. As her pupils focus on me, suddenly I am washed over with a strange feeling of attraction, desire as her gaze penetrates my mind. The nerve ends embedded in my skin start tingling as I slowly slide lower into the depths of her eyes, a verdant sheen radiating from them.
As I feel my will pressured, a still voice sounds in my head urging me to let go and dive in, release, surrender. The feminine sounds rings in my mind without forming real words, but every word is heared clearly and resonates in my head. A part of my mind seeks refuge high in the skies of my consciousness, detaching itself from my physical form. As I look down from high above, I see V moving in closer to Miku, his hands slowly sliding up her arms, around her shoulders and down to her back. As they reach her hips, his fingers stretched out over the smooth fabric of her short skirt and he pulls her gently into his cloak, her chest touching his body lightly.
I watch in silence as I see myself tilt my head, lick my lips before pouting and moving in closer to Miku’s face. My mind races to comprehend what is happening, digging deep into all corners to find a sollution, an understanding. Losing control of mind and body that easily shocks me. Something happened to Miku as she entered the Keep, through the void. What devilish plan is unfolding to change this wonderful creature?
I connect to myself with a thin thread of consciousness as my lips are almost bruhsing against Miku’s mouth. My eyes still gazing into hers. As a tiny thread is spun between my detached self and V, images of green eyes in a classic pale face strobe before my eyes. The face looks familiar, depicted thousands of times through ages and ages of time. I am so close to finding her identity but the unsettling attraction in Miku’s eyes prevents me from making the final link.
My pulsating desire is pulling on the thread of consciousness that connects me to my body, trying hard to severe the connection. My lips now pressing against Miku’s, my body grinding into hers in slow, circular pushes, my hand sliding down her hip, down her thigh. I open my mouth, my tongue sliding out and licking her lips, probing them as I reach the corner of her mouth, my fingertips tracing along the inside of her thigh upwards, pushing her skirt up slightly. I close my eyes as our lips make full contact, a body reaction I never managed to control…
As my lashes connect and intertwine, my eye lids shut and the connection with the hypnotising glaze in Miku’s eyes is cut, my floating self is yanked down hard, as I fuse with the physical V in a fast rush. I suddenly feel the desire building up in my body, return to dust in the blink of my eyes. I retreat my mouth, let go of her body and take a step back, blushing. I shrug my shoulders, blink my eyes and look at you, cheeks flushed with embarrassement.
“Miku, something has happened. Your eyes… I am not sure what happened, but I was under the spell of something. Only just managed to keep control of myself. Are.. Are you ok?”
I'm inclined to say “Finally” this will help with switching to the right pose more quickly. Finding myelf often looking for the right poses. Besides that, there will be more of the room visible, without the cluttering of poses covering the view.
Good thought, and so far I can't see much addition to the suggestion..
As I toast with Miku, my eyes lost in hers, the familiarity and comfortness of a previous engagement still lingering in my body, I savour the taste of the champagne. A good year, Dom Perignon. Though not the most exclusive wine, a very well chosen one, a pleasure to my taste buds, heightening the party feeling. As Miku crawls under my arm, feeling it slide around her shoulder as her slender hand lays on my hip, around my waist, we both start to look through the room. The crowd well dispersed, the dance floor filled, couches and nieches occupied. The party has taken off and is enjoyed, judging from the smiling faces around me. My eyes drift to the bar, finding a familiar figure that I can almost place. Digging deep in my mind, comparing looks, figure, colour of eyes, shape of the ears, I decide the succubus at the bar must be Adera. As I see her view drift to me, I catch her eyes with mine, being only able to make them wider, as a sign of recognition. The mask covers my whole face and though not intending to have it on the whole time, I am not ready to reveal my true identity yet.
She waves at me, hesitantly, doubting wether she recognised me or not, when I hear a glass shattering near me. As I focus, I suddenly realise Miku has left my embrace and is slowly walking towards a man-high mirror, lined by black velvet drapes. Her hands dangling down, her arms along her side, stretched and her eyes fixated on her own reflection. She poses in front of the mirror, not able to take her eyes of herself.
Slowly I walk up to her, approaching her from behind, I see her eyes slide over her own body, a glistening of desire starting to sparkle, her hands following her eyes, touching herself. She cups her breasts, caresses her stomach, lets them slide down her legs and pushes her fingers upwards along the insides of her thighs. I stop when my body is almost touching hers, the background of the image reflected turning dark with my tall figure, her body strangly glowing, a sharp profile, drawn into the mirror with a transluscent green.
I slide my hand around her middle from behind, feeling her body jolt as she is pulled from her trance. As she turns in my arms, her hardening nipples brush against my chest, her cheeks are red and flustered, her chest is heaving. The sultry look in her eyes makes me shiver suddenly. It is as if she is undressing me at the spot, her mind and body driven by a new desire, something I have never seen in her before. I look deep into her eyes, place my fingers on her chin and cheek and tilt her head towards me. Almost automatically her lips pout and her eyes close, her tongue slides over her lips as she moistens them and I feel her push her body tight and seductively against me, preparing for a kiss..
My knees get weak, the muscles in my legs and buttocks tighten as I feel her push her body against me. Taken in by her hyponotic gaze, my body reacts immediatly, my desire ignited suddenly. Without hesitation, I grab my cloak and swirl it around us, covering us from view and as I drop a little smoke grenade on the floor, I quickly pull her towards one of the nieches, the entrance cloaked with heavy drapes, candles lighting the room. Larger as expected, a quick survey of the room shows a large sofa, a small table at the wall holding the candles and a large mirror on the ceiling. When my eyes are strangely diverted back into the gaze of Miku, a warm feeling of affection and desire fills my body, letting all sounds and movements outside the room disappear, leaving my mind and body filled with just thoughts of her…
(The Brotherhood Monastery)
Leaning back in his chair, his eyes closed, his chest slowly rising and falling, the Frater Altum repeats his tantra’s. A routine repeated so often, it has become second nature, almost effortless. Yet, even after countless times, he finds it hard this time to reach the inner peace he is looking for. As he clears his mind, testing and preparing it, he breathes in the moist morning air, the small window behind his desk opened. Closeby, vaguely he hears the song of the blackbird and envelops it into his trance, as a thread leading to the conscience world.
Slowly plans start to unfold in his sharp mind, the one thing that hasn’t deminished with age. His years and experience, the harsh decisions he had to make, grinded his mind into a razorsharp blade, difficult to yield and impossible to read. His main tool for attack and defense. A dilemma is shown as he directs his thoughts to the Ranger. He knows the seductions of Libidinis, he had been there himself and struggled to swtick to his training and education. He knows the Ranger’s mission is threatened by the luring temptations of the city. He was wise to bet one more than one horse.
His second play has already been set to action, a message was sent to the Queen. As the Queen is the lawful reign of Litus Meridium, the lands to the south of Libidinis, the Brotherhood has tried to keep diplomatic relations at the highest level with her and had succeeded beyond expectations. In her quick rise to the thrown, years ago now, the Brotherhood had planted a spy at her castle, and due to a foolish neglect in the vigilance of the Queen, the spy managed to catch a glimpse of her mirror. She was compelled by the Brotherhood to offer her assistance in some matters, after they had confronted her discretely with their discovery. In exchange to guard her secret and allow a few outposts of the Brotherhood in her lands, they offered her assistance in legal matters and, in some cases, certain leverege to procure trade deals and dictate peace conferences. In return she assisted in some discrete ventures of the Brotherhood, using her mirror to perform tasks
The message that was sent to the terrifying Queen, will inform her of a part of his plan, asking for her aid and promising her a great award. So great, she will understand that the matter is pressing and will demand her absolute discretion and secrecy. The time too short to expect an answer, the Frater Altum knows she will be willing to assist in the matter. The reward would strengthen her position considerably and provide a constant flow of income to her treasury. And she will be in Libidinis anyway. As she attends at the festival as the personal guest of the Prefect each year, to confirm the friendship between the city state and the kingdom. Besides that, she visits the baths of Libidinis regularly where she is welcomed with the upmost respect and attention, fulfilling her every desire. With her capacities in weaving a web of deception, the Frater Altum is convinced she will perform her task well.
But will this all be enough to release Libidinis from the clutches of the house Mercator? Even though they governed the city well for centuries, the future of the city is looking bleak. He has heard of the deranged mind of the young man, the son of the Prefect, Comes. If his father had procured more offspring, he would have left the city unmeddled. Now he feels compelled to influence its future dramatically. Letting the city fall into the hands of the deranged son, would bring inreperable damage to the properties and diplomatic ties the Brotherhood has so carefully build up in the City and the lands surrounding it. This kind of damage considered unacceptable. Soon, if things go as planned, the city will be stable for at least the duration of Queen Julia’s reign.
The Castle of the Queen
“My Queen, a message has arrived” With large steps, the herald walks towards the centre of the large hall, the centre of the Queens power. As he arrives at the steps, leading to a black marble stage where a large throne of palisander and teak sits. The back and seat of the thrown are lined with deep purple velvet, her weapon embroided with goldthread, the edges laced with a thick golden cord. With a bored look, the Queen tilts her head and stretched out her arm in a slow, almost bored motion. The long sleeve of her dress, half opened up to the elbow, slides down her forearm, exposing the pale white skin. Her crossed legs slide apart as she sits upright, exposing the softness and paleness of her long legs, a shadow hiding her bare sex.
“Give the bird to me” Her long, slender fingers open like a claw, the manicured, sharp nails dig into the feathers of the pigeon as she clutches it in her hand. The pressure of the blades against its small body, makes the bird tremble but stay still, the panic increasing as she squeezes slightly.. Teasingly slow she unties the thin thread that binds the message to the bird’s leg. She clutches the bird firmer, increasing the pressure until panic grips the bird’s mind and in a frantic attempt to escape, he flaps his wings and pecks at her fingers. As she pierces deep into the guard’s eyes with her cold, amber eyes, she squeezes the bird until a soft snap is heard and the bird goes limp and the life floods out of it. The little scroll of paper quickly hidden in the palm of her hand, she drops the dead bird in the hands of the herald and waves him off in a nonchalant gesture.As she opens the small piece of paper, breaking the small seal carefully, her eyes squint, almost closing as she concentrates on the small letters. From behind a small secret panel, she retrieves a booklet, parchment and a small fountain pen. She opens the booklet and starts deciphering the message. Within minutes she has translated the code and read the content of the message. She leans back again, hiding the booklet, parchment and pen and crosses her legs. She pulls on a small chord hanging to the side of her thrown and folds her hands in her lap as she waits for the captain to arrive. Her mind concentrated on the message she just read, she doesn’t notice him until the soft clanging of his sheathed sword brings her back to the present.
“Have all preparations be made for leaving for Libidinis?” The captain, a large man with broad shoulders, thick eye brows throwing shadows in his pale green eyes, stands at attention with the posture of a veteran. The big scar across his face a reminder of the battlefield. His deep voice echoes through the hall as he answers the Queen. “Yes my Queen, ready and waiting for your order” He bows his head, his chin touching his bronze-plated chest. “Make sure to leave in an hour and let noone disturb me until then” “Yes my Queen” The captain puts his arm across his chest as a salute and starts walking backwards out of the hall, his chin touching his chest.
As she is left in solitude in the large hall, she raises her slender body of the throne, tightly wrapped in a black, velvet dress, the high splits revealing her long, pale legs. Her cleavage showing her ample breasts, the laced hem only just covering her perky nipples, her areola’s slightly seen through. She decends the platform and strides to a curtain at the short end of the hall, touching two small wooden panels simultaniously. With an almost silent click, a secret door opens, revealing a hidden chamber. A long oval shape is hanging from the far wall, covered by thick, black velvet drapes, only two large candles lit leaving the room in twillight. Carefully she closes and locks the door behind her as she steps in, before pulling the drapes open. A large mirror, the length of a man, is revealed, its surface as black as the night
The Queen stands in front of the mirror and closes her eyes, her hands sliding up and down her hips uncontrollably as she concentrates on her spell. “Mirror, mirror on the wall, show me none and show me all, show me the man that has to fall” Her wide mouth moving almost invisibly as she mumbles the words, her jaws clenched. The drapes lining the mirror start vibrating as the surface of the mirror start waving like the sea, emitting an eerie green light into the dark room.
October 14, 2011 at 5:52 pm in reply to: Ideas – HAPPY HALLOWEEN – Jewellery, Tattoos, Costumes, Vampire Teeth. #54074Sinnnn, a warm welcome back, glad you could join the party..
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