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Salem Manor Closed
http://www.waddesdon.org.uk/images/november_index_small.jpg
The battle is good vs. evil. So your character will be either good or evil. Supernatural beings such as witches, warlocks, demons, succubuses, dark elves, water spirits that dwell in creeks, swamps and billabongs, gigantic hound whose color is green is called Corrigan, Seasonal fairies are winged and rather naughty, but never malicious, live at the manor as well and these are just some of the supernatural beings you can use for a character. Please no chatting always stay IC(In character) here .pm me with questions.
The year is 2005. The setting is Salem Manor.
Alauda Bassette, the witch of seduction. She sits at her dressing table made of red mahogany, staring into the mirror as she combs her waist length jet-black hair that lies softly around her round creamy face. Her almond shaped emerald green eyes sparkle, her ruby-red plump lips glisten as if they were wet. She stands to look at her perfectly shaped body as she adjusted her large breast into the black lace push up bra. She turns slowly to make sure her matching black lace thongs look perfect on her creamy ass. Pointing to the black dress on the bed, she willed it to her with her magic. It was long, with a v cut neck line front and back to her waist. The dress had slits to her hips on each side. The closet door opened as her 12 inch spiked high heels with diamond lightening bolts on the back of the shoe floated to her. The straps wrapped around her ankle, out of her jewelry box came her diamond bib necklace and matching earrings. She smiled as her perfume bottles spray her neck and in between her breast. She walked to her balcony over looking the grave yard that held the souls that they had placed there.
“Soon the dark side will have not an ounce of power, we, The White Light witches, will have it all, all for the power of all that is good.” She said aloud as she watched the fog rolling in across the grave yard and the sound of thunder in the distance.
She will have to leave soon to track down more evil witches, warlocks, demons, succubuses and all that are an evil supernatural being. Wondering if her lover was okay, it had been three weeks since he had last sent her a message through her crystal ball.
“What has happened to you my love? Has your seduction back fired in your face?” She spoke aloud as she watched the lightening dance across the sky thinking back to a time she almost lost her own battle.
It was 1705, she was just a young lass when she met Lord Languor. Unaware he was using her to claim her power and her soul.
She could not resist him after looking into his eyes, those eyes that cast a spell over her. She gave into his lust filled kisses, his manly hands roaming over her young tender body of eighteen years old. The first time she wanted a man to touch her between her thighs. He began with tenderness before he entered her young virgin body so rough. The searing pain shot through her as she screamed out in pain. For the first time she could see his grotesque demon face. She tried to fight him off, but he over powered her and over powered her will to fight the lust building in her body. Her hips began to move in union with his. Her clit began to swell, her juices made it easier for him to glide his demon cock deep into her pussy until they both exploded into a massive orgasm. He raised off of her laughing at this young witch who he thought was going to willingly hand over her power to him.
“So my love, are you ready to give me your soul along with your powers?” He asked her standing over the bed looking at her large heaving breast.
“No! Are you mad? You, Lord Languor, will never have my soul or my powers!” She told him firmly and before he could blink she had vanished from the room.
He searched for her until she could no longer avoid the confrontation with him. He was able to place her under a trance by sticking her with a thorny rose that he had placed a spell on. She was his servant now and would give him anything. She had almost given in to him when something broke the trance. Looking up at the window she saw two white doves flying directly at him and they began their attack, she quickly took this moment to use the potion to vanquish him.
The clap of thunder brought her back to reality as the wind was blowing her long black hair around her face. She vanished into a blue sparkling mist.
http://www.waddesdon.org.uk/images/november_index_small.jpg
The battle is good vs. evil. So your character will be either good or evil. Supernatural beings such as witches, warlocks, demons, succubuses, dark elves, water spirits that dwell in creeks, swamps and billabongs, gigantic hound whose color is green is called Corrigan, Seasonal fairies are winged and rather naughty, but never malicious, live at the manor as well and these are just some of the supernatural beings you can use for a character. Please no chatting always stay IC(In character) here .pm me with questions.
The year is 2005. The setting is Salem Manor.
Alauda Bassette, the witch of seduction. She sits at her dressing table made of red mahogany, staring into the mirror as she combs her waist length jet-black hair that lies softly around her round creamy face. Her almond shaped emerald green eyes sparkle, her ruby-red plump lips glisten as if they were wet. She stands to look at her perfectly shaped body as she adjusted her large breast into the black lace push up bra. She turns slowly to make sure her matching black lace thongs look perfect on her creamy ass. Pointing to the black dress on the bed, she willed it to her with her magic. It was long, with a v cut neck line front and back to her waist. The dress had slits to her hips on each side. The closet door opened as her 12 inch spiked high heels with diamond lightening bolts on the back of the shoe floated to her. The straps wrapped around her ankle, out of her jewelry box came her diamond bib necklace and matching earrings. She smiled as her perfume bottles spray her neck and in between her breast. She walked to her balcony over looking the grave yard that held the souls that they had placed there.
“Soon the dark side will have not an ounce of power, we, The White Light witches, will have it all, all for the power of all that is good.” She said aloud as she watched the fog rolling in across the grave yard and the sound of thunder in the distance.
She will have to leave soon to track down more evil witches, warlocks, demons, succubuses and all that are an evil supernatural being. Wondering if her lover was okay, it had been three weeks since he had last sent her a message through her crystal ball.
“What has happened to you my love? Has your seduction back fired in your face?” She spoke aloud as she watched the lightening dance across the sky thinking back to a time she almost lost her own battle.
It was 1705, she was just a young lass when she met Lord Languor. Unaware he was using her to claim her power and her soul.
She could not resist him after looking into his eyes, those eyes that cast a spell over her. She gave into his lust filled kisses, his manly hands roaming over her young tender body of eighteen years old. The first time she wanted a man to touch her between her thighs. He began with tenderness before he entered her young virgin body so rough. The searing pain shot through her as she screamed out in pain. For the first time she could see his grotesque demon face. She tried to fight him off, but he over powered her and over powered her will to fight the lust building in her body. Her hips began to move in union with his. Her clit began to swell, her juices made it easier for him to glide his demon cock deep into her pussy until they both exploded into a massive orgasm. He raised off of her laughing at this young witch who he thought was going to willingly hand over her power to him.
“So my love, are you ready to give me your soul along with your powers?” He asked her standing over the bed looking at her large heaving breast.
“No! Are you mad? You, Lord Languor, will never have my soul or my powers!” She told him firmly and before he could blink she had vanished from the room.
He searched for her until she could no longer avoid the confrontation with him. He was able to place her under a trance by sticking her with a thorny rose that he had placed a spell on. She was his servant now and would give him anything. She had almost given in to him when something broke the trance. Looking up at the window she saw two white doves flying directly at him and they began their attack, she quickly took this moment to use the potion to vanquish him.
The clap of thunder brought her back to reality as the wind was blowing her long black hair around her face. She vanished into a blue sparkling mist.
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