Prisoner of the Succubus Queen

[Veroe]

((Closed for Myself and Submissive-Rapport))​

IC: Vasheena Lilitu

In celebration of the legions' great victory conquering the kingdom of Caramore she had proclaimed a grand orgy to honor the triumphant heroes return with their spoils of war. The royal slavepens had been opened and the slaves had been chained to the walls or columns around the breadth of the palace. Now her courtiers, the officers of her army and even her own acolytes were doing such nasty and filthy and depraved acts to those slaves and eachother as well. The halls were filled with a raucous din of screams and sighs and groans and moans as men and women committed every kind of sin imaginable to one another. It was debauchery unfettered. It was the palace of Asaria. The palace of the Succubus Queen.

The air crackled with carnal energy. Vasheena sat upon her throne basking in her power over this once just nation, soaking up the lust and perversion propagating about her. Her throne was specially made for her. Normal chairs were uncomfortable for beings with wings and tails. Her throne was a statue of solid gold of a man bent over backwards. So its hands and feet rested on the floor of her throneroom to support it as its body arched lifting its pelvis high into the air. Over the pelvis was a cushioned saddle-like seat she sat upon. Through the cushion rose a golden phallus that parted and penetrated her sex as she sat upon the golden throne of Asaria. She lifted to the tip and sank back down. Not being real it did little for her, but make her hungers more ravenous. She reached down and stroked her fingers over the golden statue of the face locked in a frozen grimace whether in ecstasy or agony or both was a subject of much debate among her court. She patted the golden cheek blowing a kiss to the replica of her dear husband as he was in his last moments of life before his unfortunate death just hours after being crowned Asaria's king.

That was when the brought her newest trophy before her. He was surrounded by some of her best soldiers in chains. One, her victorious general clapped his fist over his heart in salute announcing, "Your majesty, this was the leader of the enemy during the siege of Caramore city."

She regarded the man bound in chains and her breath caught in her lungs at the sight of him. He was not a normal man that much was clear at a glance. To her demonic eyes all mortals had an aura of energy surrounding them, infusing and flowing through them. Indeed it was the very thing she fed off of from them. But this man...this man shined as bright as the sun. She wanted him her motions driving herself on the tantalizingly unreal phallus imagining the moment she would feed off that massive amount of energy.

To the general she said, "Approach me."

When he came up to her she handed him a silver key. "Find my acolyte named Malena, and tell her she will be your reward from me tonight, general." The key would unlock the chastity belt Malena was forced to wear, leaving the raving nymphomaniac free to fuck the general silly.

He took the key gratefully and hurried off to find Malena.

With a flap of her wings she vaulted off of her throne to step before the man. She cupped her hand under his chin so she could look into the man's eyes. "You're a handsome one. I could eat you up right now."

 

[submissive_rapport]

IC - Andaric

Andaric trotted along the long hallway, the slow stinging sound of the chains echoing lightly through the massive corridor. Ornate stone slabs adorned the pathway, rich carvings which flowed in the stone up along the walls meshing into grandiose depictions of orgies, sexual conquests and more. Vasheenah had not only taken control of this kingdom, but she had laid bare it’s rich history, perverting it with her own triumphs.

His arms and legs were bare, and he had but merely a loincloth to cover himself. The chains binding him wrapped about his body and legs allowing him limited movement. They also seemed to glimmer with each step, and he could feel them writhe as if they were alive, and feeding off the light that flowed through him.

The guards led him through two massive rectangular shaped doors into a larger throne room. He could see light filtering through from above, but yet the entire room seemed dim lit. Squinting, he saw Vasheenah perched upon her throne, a wicked smile creasing her usually pale face.

The general escorted him to the center of the room, over a circular marble slab covered in an illustration, and then subsequently left him, walking slowly to Vasheenah.

Andaric had never felt true fear before. His upbringing - to become the “vessel of light” - was a strict one with a varied regiment of training. He was a disciplined warrior, raised to overcome and outhink every scenario, but at the moment, he had no idea how to respond, what to do or how to escape.

As he mused his situation, his head hung low he felt a breeze breath upon his naked body as the succubus flowed in front of him. He could feel her cold clawed fingers slip under the contour of his chin, pulling it upwards. His cold dark blue eyes shimmered slightly as he looked into hers and winced, showing a slight disgust at her compliment.

“Do what you will demon, enjoy your moment for the time being…”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Vasheena Lilitu

With a flap of her wings she vaulted off of her throne to step before the man. She cupped her hand under his chin so she could look into the man's eyes. "You're a handsome one. I could eat you up right now."

He looked positively delicious standing on her presentation dais, muscular, strong, virile, godlike in his manliness. Part of Vasheena wanted to lick every inch of him, worship every contour. Another part wanted to use her cruelest whips and flails to flay that perfect flesh from his bones. It was because this man was more than just a mortal man. This man had been touched by divinity, so much that his body radiated the power of their aura, it beckoned to her pulling her in closer and closer no matter how she resisted its pull like a moth drawn in to the flame. She needed to devour it, suckle on it until she was gorged off of him like a leach.

She was a demon though, so at the same time it drove her with the overriding imperative to defile and mar or otherwise corrupt the perfection, the example of the divine, this man represented.

“Do what you will demon," This man in chains defiantly declared, "Enjoy your moment for the time being…”

"Oh I intend to, toy," She nodded to the Royal Guards fastening his chains tightly to the base of the dais. "Leave us."

The bowed to her before turning to leave as well as those engaged in the copulating and debauching with one another. In a matter of moments she and her new trophy were the only two people left in her grand throne room.

Instantly the hand cupping his chin forced his head back so he was staring at the murals she had painted on the ceiling depicting an invasion of the realm of light by her brothers and sisters, the denizens of the underworld. Precisely the image of the most hated, for Succubi anyway, the goddess of love being forced over into a terrible contorted position as eight hideously deformed demons ravaged her. The eyes of the goddess looked down helplessly, powerlessly, upon where Andaric stood.

"Do you curse them, toy," She whispered into his ear as fingernails sharp as knives scratched down his exposed neck and chest. They went lower over the rolling hillocks of abs and down down down... "Or perhaps you have failed them so terribly..."

Fingers curled over his cock beginning to stroke expertly guiding, coercing it to erection, "...Why else would they have forsaken you now to leave you in my clutches?"