Veroes Idea Box 2.0 (New and Improved)

[Veroe]

The Consolation Prize: The First Round

Cassandra Delacourt
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Mercedes Young
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Eric Callahan
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An idea for a prequel story of my character Cassandra Delacourt from a few vignettes I wrote. It takes place when she was 21 years old and working as a high-class prostitute. She has money to spend for the first time in her life, but cares little for the things to spend it on. Her room mate and fellow call-girl, Mercedes, notes that she only ever works and sleep. She never takes time for herself. Then at the gym they attend she sees a handsome fit and sexy man working out there, and for the first time Cassandra Delacourt desires something, even lusts after someone. However never having had a normal relationship before she's unaware and unsuited to pursue one with this man.

This is the story first time she started playing her games with a man. This isn't the standard romance story if anything its a tragic romance. But really this is a story of the birth of a monster.

To give you an idea of the games here some links to the vignettes in the original story.

The Consolation Prize part 1
The Consolation Prize part 2
The Consolation Prize part 3
The Consolation Prize part 4
The Consolation Prize part 5
The Consolation Prize part 6
The Consolation Prize part 7
The Consolation Prize part 8
The Consolation Prize part 9
The Consolation Prize part 10

 

[Veroe]

Excerpt

She scared him like he was walking the narrow ledge collaring a tall building. That thrilling fear of being so close to the line between the known and unknown.

He was the type of man that would walk that path all the way around, seeing the view from every angle. Then, spreading his arms and letting go of fear, he'd stand at one corner, position his toes at the very edge. He'd raise his arms high above his head, and tip his face up to the wind and moonlight above. Totally trusting, hed feel joy when she'd laid her palm at the center of his broad back, giving the heat of her touch before gently pushing him over off the edge.

She'd do it, knowing he could fly. The only one of the two of them who would know he could.

At that moment he would finally know what life was supposed to be, not simply long for the frustratingly nebulous sense of it. He was sure it was there, just past a boundary he needed to step across. The point of no return.

He'd stepped across a lot of lines, looking for it. While that worried people who cared about him, it wasn't the jump he sought, but what lay beyond it. He didn't know how to explain that.

 

[Veroe]

---Excerpt for an idea about a bdsm oriented threesome thread maybe?---

Mistress Morganna was leaning against the divider between two booths twirling a gleaming red carbon cane deftly over crimson painted fingernails. She wore a black form-fitting latex dress printed with a red and gold dragon. The whiskered creature wound its way over her breasts, waists, and hips, in a manner that enhanced curves and making her fitness-model looks even more enthralling than usual. Her dark brunette locks was swept up in a bun and held with gold pins tipped with scarlet porcelain roses. The whole look accentuated her delicate beauty and sharp blue eyes filled with mirth and mischief.

This was a woman that routinely commanded physically powerful men to stay at Morganna's feet in whatever position she demanded, no restrainst necessary, for impossibly long stretches of time. Cocks stiff with agonizing levels of need, bulging muscles straining, but heads bowed. As if they'd wait for her command until hell freezes over. When she finally let them come. Sometimes the experience was so overwhelming that some of them blacked out.

It was hugely arousing to watch, but Eve's favorite part was the aftermath. Morganna mingh kneel, cradle the male in her arms, his head against her breast and her arms around his wide rounded shoulders. She'd ground him with sips of water and soothing words, as gentle then as she'd been ruthless before.

The dress looked fabulous with her glossy black knee-high boots. When Eve reached her, the mistress looped her toned arm around Eve's waist, the two of them moving into a playful bump and grind. The music had moved on to the primal beats of Gloria Estefan's "Don't let this moment end", the hex hector club mix.

Don't let this moment end...

They adjusted the steps of their fluid dance as needed to protect the big man Mistress Morganna had stretched out at her command on the floor beneath them. His arms were out to his sides, his chin lifted and body frozen. Since he wore belted jeans and nothing else, a woman could appreciated the muscular bare chest and abs, and broad shoulders, and the arousal straining under the denim of his crotch was well-appreciated as well. Over in one of the seats of the booths Morganna had been leaning against Eve saw the man's shirt shoes and socks neatly folded and waiting.

He had an intimate view of the two women dancing over him, because Morganna had ordered him to keep his eyes open. Eve noticed his avid blue-grey gaze as it tracked his mistress's every twist and wiggle like a tiger hungry to pounce on his dinner

As the music segued into "Dancing Machine" by the Jackson 5, Morganna laughed mischievously, She and Eve raised their arms above their arms above their heads and bumped hips this way, that way, stepping left and right over the body of the shirtless man on the floor, precise and graceful.

With a flourish of her cane Morganna maneuvered Eve back a bit to give her and her captivated submissive room. With a provocative serpentine roll of her upper body to her hips, she spun down to a seat her latex-covered ass on her man's bared chest. She arched her back rubbing her ass over his chest in circles. Eve watched his eyes course up her body until his eyes met. Eve saw her lips pucker and blow him a kiss. His own quickly returned the blown kiss, and hers turned up in a dark knowing smile.

Eve could tell there was more than just the usual power exchange going on between them that which was typical between a dominatrix and submissive. Something much more binding than any chains or bondage. Eve wanted something like that between her and a master/mistress herself.

But he had broken her command to lay on the floor and not move. Eve heard her words over the driving beat of the music, "You disobeyed me." She reached behind her and the tip of the cane resounded as it hit the floor between his barefeet. "You deserve to be punished for that, don't you?"

He didn't answer. He did not even move and her lip turned an approving smile. The cane moved left and then right forcing his legs to spread wide on the floor. The lowered enough so Morganna could rub the length of it over the tent in his jeans. She looked down into his eyes as she continued to do so. Throughout it all the sub never so much as twitched a muscle. Morganna smile warmed much more she held out her hand for Eve to take hold of to help her shoot back up on her feet over his unmoving body.

Standing once again Morganna lifted one stilletto boot and planted it atop his chest where her ass had just been.She bent down staring him in the eyes as her hands reached under the stretched fabric of her dress bringing down a pair of tiny black lace pantie into view. With an admirable balance she worked them, shifting her stance as she did so. Then Morganna draped them over the end of the carbon cane.

"Open your mouth," She told him.

He complied readily and she lowered them and pushed them into his mouth. The boot on his chest down his bared torso slow, milking the anticipation, until it made contact with the notable bulge in the crotch of his jeans, tracing it with toe and pointed heel back and forth, back and forth.

The cane touched his arms and she ordered, "Just my legs. No higher than my knees."

His large hands finally left the floor. Eve gave him credit for not grabbing Morganna like a drunken sailor seizing hold of a mermaid. He molded his palms over her calves just above her ankles, slowly, each finger pressing into the thin layer of leather so she could feel and appreciate the strength in his hands and her absolute control over them.

She then turned her head to regard Eve. "Go tell that I've booked you for a private room in back. Then go, strip and wait for us. Leave the door open so I'll know which room is ours."

"Yes Mistress," Eve looked down to see the look in the man's eyes as they never left his lover/girlfriend/mistress/best friend/everything really and barely was able to contain her enthusiasm. She loved playing with Morganna, even if it was as a voyeur or third wheel to that something else going on between the two of them.

"You may have to wait twenty more minutes or so," Morganna told her, "I'm not through stirring him into a frothing lather yet. He has to earn his rewards."

Eve nodded with a curtsy and a prompt "Yes Mistress" and turned to do as her Mistress for the evening had bade her to.

 

[Veroe]

Sweet Home Kentucky

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IC: Morgan Ellison

As long as John's parents hadn't heard of her, everything would be okay. And surely they wouldn't have heard of her. Why would they have heard of her, a best-selling BDSM erotica writer from all the way over in crazy liberal Los Angeles California? Did they even sell her books in the bible belt bastion of conservative Kentucky? Ludicrous thought. Of course they hadn't heard of her. At least she hoped they hadn't for his sake-not hers. This would be a lot easier on John if no one learned that his new girlfriend from crazy liberal California had led their good Southern Baptist son into a lifestyle of sin and sexual deviancy as his sadomasochistic mistress.

'Goddess', she had ordered him to call her when they played-that was blasphemy wasn't it? She never paid too much attention to all that self-righteous Christian patriarchal bullshit so she wasn't sure what qualified as a fatal sin or not.

Yet here she was in the passenger seat of a rental car driving through the admittedly gorgeous pastoral beauty of rural Kentucky towards the wealthy horse farm John was an heir to. The old country song was dead wrong. She'd never been to Georgia but here she was in Kentucky. No fiddle contests for her on this trip.

She was unused to being unsure of what to do, especially of a decision she had already made. However when he'd gotten the wedding invitation in the mail from his best friend, the man his former fiance had left him at the altar for...

She knew John, more than intimately, knew the pain of that day still haunted him. She couldn't bear seeing the sadness in those big brown eyes of his. In the past she'd beaten him until he was a weeping mess groveling for mercy at her feet, but that was nothing compared to the hurt that terrible day waiting in his wedding chapel still inflicted upon his ever-loving soul. Sure she knew how to salve the bruises after she used a crop on his sexy backside, but she knew nothing to heal the bruise on his heart better than confronting Claire.

But that meant John going home to kentucky and meeting his parents. It was a daunting milestone for any relationship, much less the prospect of two god-fearing Christians meeting the atheist their son was dating, that just happened to be the domme that led their son astray.

Nervous? Her? Never!

Okay, maybe a little.

Okay, maybe a lot.

The rental car began to slow and John began to turn into a gravel path, a long driveway lined with white fences and Morgan saw the horses for the first time in her life. As a little girl she'd dreamed of owning one, riding it on the beach outside her house, and being a princess. Funny, she hadn't quite realized just how big an animal a horse was, nor did she imagine the smell.

The rental car came to a halt in front of a large farmhouse. It was big, picturesque like one of those inspirational calendars they sell in Hallmark stores.

John turned the engine off and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Well, welcome to my home, goddess...err...I mean...Morgan."

That stutter in his address to her helped to settle her own nerves, and Morgan shifted a reproving glare towards him. "Remember you may call me by name here, slave. If you embarrass me with a slip up I'll make you regret it. Do not forget it again."

"Sorry. Yes, Morgan," He nodded with an apologizing gleam to his eyes to her.

Then Morgan on a whim leaned over and gave him a very undommely kiss on the cheek and giggled. "Remember, no matter what happens I love you."

He gave her an adorable smile as he walked around to open her car door for her. she took the hand he offered and raised up to her feet just as the front door opened and John's mother burst out arms wide to take her baby boy in a long overdue hug.

It was showtime.

 

[Veroe]

Sin and Sadism

IC: Malevekath (Mal)

Mal loved being formerly an Incubus from hell. Centuries ago a witch had summoned him to Earth and the two had joined in an unholy union ever since. One did not need a soul it seemed to find his soul mate. His lovely human wife Helena, with a heart nearly as black as his own. The witch that had called for him from the ether so many years ago. They had wrecked havoc and left a wake of sin and debauchery and defilement in all that time to whomever met them.

Now they had a pair of new playthings. Craig who was currently locked up suffering in a tiny cell in the dungeon below them in the basement watching on a tv monitor what was happening up here with his darling wife Olivia. In the four weeks they've had the married couple as their playthings he'd been surprised to find his appetite for Olivia growing instead of waning. Usually there came a point where their toys became tedious for him, but not the lovely blonde bombshell.

Olivia had a capacity for humiliation and debasement and plain hard sex that rivaled his own. It was impressive. The only other mortal he'd ever experienced with anything close was his own beloved wife, Helena. He found himself looking forward to the next defilement or act of debauchery he could inflict on his eager blonde fucktoy.

They were in a large windowless playroom in the grand mansion he and Helena had called home for the last six or seven decades. Olivia was naked standing in front of the massive wooden pillar.

"Little one," He commanded her, "Raise your arms over your head....Good...Now, cross your wrists behind your head."

He proceeded to cuff her wrists with heavy steel manacles that were affixed together at an angle, making it impossible to uncross her wrists or change the position of her arms even in the slightest bit. then fastened a steel collar around her neck clipping it together with the manacles all of which attached to a steel ring on the pillar behind her. He stepped back to admire his handywork. Olivia was powerless to move at all. Her large firm breasts were lifted on her chest raising and lowering as she breathed deeply in mounting anticipation of what may be coming. She didn't know of course it made all the sweeter when she found out.

"Beautiful," He commented kissing his latest fucktoy deeply, passionately on the lips while a hand familiarly caressed one of those marvelous tits. Olivia swooned a little as Mal pressed on spreading her feet apart and shackled them to a steel bar. The bar he affixed to a ring on the bottom of the pillar behind her. She was now utterly and hopelessly helpless for the pair of them.

He gave her a warm caring smile caressing as his fingers stroked up the inside of one thigh up to the pussy he'd had every day for the past four and a half weeks without tiring of it, then abruptly he pushed two fingers inside. He nodded approvingly to her, "You're already wet...good girl."

He began pulling them out to push them back in slowly, teasingly. He explored and exploited the sensitive folds inside he'd gotten to know so well this past month. Olivia gasped and her eyes fluttered closed from the cavalcade of pleasure happening in her pussy from his touch. But tonight wasn't about her pleasure.

He pulled his fingers free of her sex and let her lick her juices off of them before giving her another passionate kiss. This one lasted for several long moments before he pulled away leaving Olivia breathless and straining for just a few more seconds of contact.

Mal whispered to her, "Are you mine, Olivia? Will you do anything, absolutely anything I ask of you, to please me, just to bring me pleasure alone?"

She looked at him with full adoring eyes, and smiled to him with a soft submissive, "Yes, Master."

He smiled wickedly back at her, "Good girl."

With that she looked at him with lustful bedroom eyes, smiling seductively to him, her master, nearly forgetting her husband Craig rotting away in the dungeon watching all of this going on in the basement entirely.

He turned to look back at Helena, "She's ready for you."

Helena walked over to them wearing a black silk cocktail dress, low cut to show her cleavage and short enough to show her lack of underwear if she even thought of bending over in it. In addition to that she had a black diamond choker, earrings and the wedding ring he'd given her on this day centuries ago. His beloved dark-haired occult temptress took a moment to appreciate Olivia's helpless form, stroking her massive breasts with her slender hand. The dark profane tattoos a stark contrast to the unblemished pale skin of their lovely sexslave. She kissed Olivia in a kiss that was as much a clone of the passion and desire of the one they had just exhibited a moment before as finger and thumb pinched and twisted one pink nipple making her gasp breaking the kiss before Helena released it. She licked Olivia's neck while tracing the sides of her waist all the way down trailing little baby love kisses down from her chest to her flat tummy.

Then Helena began the process of attaching the electrodes.

As each one was placed on her Olivia began breathing deeply and her ample bosom heaved as a strange cocktail of fear and excitement began to stir within her. As Helena began attaching electrodes to rather sensitve places on her body like her nipples, or her anus, or bald pussy. The fear crested but the excitement kept building within her. Her pulse was racing. The floor beneath her spread legs began to collect drops of the nectar of her rising arousal.

Once finished Helena raised up straight and gave Olivia a sweetly malevolent smile. She placed one delicate feminine hand on the back of her head and kissed her deeply, thrusting her wet tongue inside her mouth lewdly.

Then she returned to where Mal had sat in a leather armchair like a pagan king on his throne. She sat in the open chair beside him, king and queen and willing fucktoy.

Olivia seemed more than just naked to Mal. She seemed supernaturally naked and vulnerable to him. A pristine black canvas of sensitive flesh waiting to be decorated with pain by her owner and lover. His cock was already hard with what he had in store for her. A wet spot was forming in his underwear. But he left it in his pants for now. He would need to pace even his own supernatural endurance. He wanted this to last a very long time.

Helena handed him a flat oblong device, the control box. "Do you not want to do this, Olivia?"

Olivia's eyes widened and she shook her head, "No, Master."

"You will suffer only pain," He informed her, "I will ask once more...Do you want to do this for me?"

"I want to do this," Olivia announced to him boldly, "It's so exciting to suffer for you, Master. I'm losing my mind."

"Good girl," He smiled. Now he knew why he kept coming back for another taste of her. Very few mortals would be as aroused by the sadistic wrongness of this game than his little fucktoy, Olivia Gardener.

He lifted the control box declaring, "Now, Olivia, we're going to set the level of pain. You will thank me after each shock. You will then say nothing, in which case I will increase the level of pain, or you can beg me to reduce the pain, or increase it, or just to leave it at that same level...do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

He started with her anus. Olivia thanked him as per her orders. Gradually they increased the level of shock she felt from the electrodes one by one.

Soon she was squirming as much as her very limited mobility could allow her crying out, "Ahnw. Thank you, Master. Please make me suffer more for you, Master."

Minutes passed as they increased the levels to find the right searing pulse of agony. She was panting now, "Uuuunh...Oh thank you, Master...more please...Master...please, Master...please punish your whore...more."

Finally after more searching he asked her, "Is that too much, Olivia?"

"No, Master...It's just right...I'm ready to suffer for you now, Master..." She howled beseeching him, "...Pleas may I, Master. Please make it hurt, Master. Please take your pleasure from my suffering. Please...punish your whore."

Helena rose and fitted a steel bridle gag into Olivia's mouth. It kept her mouth open but allowed only unintelligible sounds to emit from her during her suffering. She handed her a red ball...the only safe way out for Olivia at this point. If she dropped the ball the game would stop, but Mal knew Olivia would never safe out...she loved this game as much as he did.

Mal reached down and unzipped his slacks. He pulled out the mammoth cock that had seduced and led astray this formerly vanilla and happily married woman and instantly Olivia's eyes zeroed in on the object she worshipped most in all the world. She gave a gargled sound of need and desire for it that became a startled sharp cry as his thumb pressed the button for the electrode over her pussy.

She stared at her cruel masculine lover with full wet pleading eyes, at his impassive smug, arrogant, amused face, his huge naked erect cock that she would absolutely do anything to have driving inside of her at this very moment-well any moment really.

Mal pressed another button. Olivia cried. Another button. Another cry. He sat back in his chair conducting a symphony of her agony as buttons were pressed and the sadistic game pressed on. The ball never fell from Olivia's hand.

His cock stayed rock hard as he watched his willing victim squirm and wiggle helplessly. A clear drop of semen bubbling from the tip. He layed his back against the back of the chair not even watching Olivia any more as he conducted his master sonata, basking in his power.

---To be continued---

 

[Veroe]

Sin and Sadism

IC: Malevekath (Mal)

Olivia shrieked wordlessly through gag, then moaned plaintively, wanting to rub the painful stings on her body from the electrodes. Helpless with her hands shackled behind her head. Two tears ran down her lovely face. Mal smiled as he watched head back, lounging comfortably in his throne and shocked both of her underarms at once. Olivia jerked violently and began to battle an animalistic panic. She wailed plaintively and stared at him, her eyes wet and pleading.

He raised his head and smiled back smugly, disdainfully in turn. "No mercy my dear. You wanted to be my whore, and so now you are. If you wanted safe you should've stayed with your small-dicked loser husband. Now that you are mine, you will suffer tonight for the sole purpose that it makes my dick hard."

More buttons were pushed, and Olivia was plunged into hell. Time passed. He kept them random bunched them up one after another or waited long pregnant moments before delivering another jolt to her. He made her watch as he deliberately played with the power levels. Going down a few levels and then raising it one after another until he randomly jumped back to the maximum she had selected earlier.

Mal felt as if his cock was going to explode. He was hyper-aroused, but determined to delay the inevitable as long as possible. Anything to make this last as long as possible. But he was the very soul of self-control. Just to show off he turned to look at his beautiful dark seductress wife, Helena. He gestured for what he wanted her to do. She got up and knelt between his spread thighs bowing her head before her beloved husband and Master awaiting his direction. He knew she would suck his cock aiming to give him the most prolonged pleasure as possible as he tormented their helpless victim.

She looked elegant and astonishingly lovely in her black dress and golden profanely tattooed skin, and supermodel face. She was more than enough woman for any man, but Mal was no mere man, and she was no mere woman. They were perfect for eachother.

He gave Olivia a respite as he reached down and caressed his wife's cheek tenderly before guiding her mouth up toward his enormous testicles. He drew a deep breath as she obediently licked slow and sensually the huge balls her warm wet tongue as if they were a delicious treat of ice cream and she had all day to savor it. He groaned a low groan of pleasure while he watched Olivia watching this clearly wanting to be in his wife's place right now.

He didn't have to shock her again to relish his power over her now. Olivia was panting eyes pleading with him for release from bondage, from pain, but pleading even more so for sexual release. Herr face screamed, "Please fuck me!" to him a million times. She gazed longingly as he pulled Helena's head up so she dragged her tongue up the underside of his long wide cock slowly, so slowly the sexual tension between the three of them only built and built up to resemble a can of booze shaken too hard, ready to burst at the first moment of release from that tension.

He groaned a pleasure-soaked growl as his lovely wife expertly, slowly licked his huge fuckmeat. He played with the buttons again prolonging Olivia's suffering and his pleasure as much as he possibly could.

At this point she was suffering more from the torment of erotic need than the actual pain, begging with plaintive sobs to be released, to be fucked hard, to be touched, to be used by him more in anyway he saw fit. She was completely immersed in the fiction of the scene, being nameless and utterly powerless, and willing to do anything to obey, no matter how degrading, to give herself completely for his sexual gratification in return for the pleasure of being taken by him.

Mal felt the sperm rising in him as his arousal fast began to outgrow his ability to control or delay it. He was aroused by Olivia's beauty, her submission, her suffering, her need, her helplessness, her degradation. He was aroused by stunning wife's wet tongue slowly moving on his massive cock. He was aroused by his own power and wickedness.

He pulled Helena higher up to the tip and she began to pepper the head with little love kisses, very slowly, deliberate kisses which Mal timed with another push of a button and wail from Olivia. The drops on the floor was now a puddle underneath Olivia's spread legs. They rolled down her inner thighs forming glistening trails that made her scream for him to please for the love of god fuck her.

The moment came and he guided Helena's mouth over the head and made her take his great length slowly up and down just top third as he felt himself inching closer and closer to orgasm. Mal leaned back in the chair and let Helena service him and pushed buttons listening to his symphony of Olivia's suffering.

Her eyes were wet with tears streaking down her cheeks, but the ball was still clutched tight in her hand, still eager to suffer for him, to suffer for his pleasure, for the privilege of being his whore.

He touched Helena's cheek as she slowly bobbed on his cock. She immediately increased her tempo. Staring at Olivia feeling his wife's mouth gliding up and down him all the way to the root back up to the tip. Deepthroating his massive manhood with practiced ease. He pushed the button for the electrode over anus and the one over her pussy and clutched the arm of a chair, legs tensing, and buttocks clenching. He watched his helpless scream and squirm, suffering for him, his pleasure, and Mal could not hold on any longer. He growled long low angry growls, his voice dropping the facade of humanity to show just a whisper of his true demonic nature. Helena sank her mouth all the way to the base and held there. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through his muscular frame. His huge cock lodged deep in Helena's throat spasmed and pulsed as shot after massive shot of his cum erupted from his tip down Helena's throat. Overflowing it easily and staining her silk dress with his seed.

She pulled back gasping for breath strings of cum connecting her mouth and chin to the tip of his cock. Then she rose up from the floor and proceeded to remove the elctrodes from a panting crazed Olivia and free of her bondage. Kissing her deeply of her lover as much as she was Mal's. They spent a few pleasant moment with Olivia cleaning the remnant's of Mal's seed from Helena's face and chest and dress before returning to him to kneel wobbly and shaking, vibrating with unspent sexual need. She bent down licking his shoe thanking him for using her for his pleasure.

"Good girl," He praised her softly, tenderly, "I may just keep you around. Would you like that, Olivia?"

"Oh...yess...Massterrr..." She said between licks, "...Please use me...to brring you pleasurre...foreverr...and everr..."

"Tomorrow you will return to your suburban house with your pathetic loser, husband," He announced.

"No...Please...Masterr..." She wailed, "...Don't send me away!"

"You will endure this as you endured the torment you suffered tonight, Olivia." He informed her feelingly. "Do you know why?"

"Because my suffering makes your dick hard, Master?"

He nodded down to her, "That's right. But..." He willed his cock to harden to its monolithic proportions again. He reached down and grasping her shoulder and rolled her over face down on the floor ass up and lowered to his knees behind her. "...I require more from my whore tonight."

He looked over to his lovely wife who knelt on the floor beside them waiting, hoping to join in. She was in need as well, radiating to be used just as much as Olivia. He wouldn't allow it. Olivia's suffering was not the only one that aroused him. His wife would be furious. He couldn't wait for the angry hate sex they'd have later. But just to twist the knife a little more he asked her, "Ass or pussy?"

Helena smirked wickedly at their plaything, "Why not both, Master?"

And so it was decided he plunged into Olivia's pussy first all the way to the hilt. Olivia came immediately wailing like a banshee, and did not stop until he flooded her bowels with his massive load of demon seed a half hour later.

He lifted the now boneless dazed and smiling from the avalanche of orgasms he'd given her in his mighty arms and carried her gently to her room for the last night she'd spend in their home until he summoned her back to be his whore again.

Once done he went to his bedroom to meet a fuming wife. The angry hate sex in which several of their belongings in the bedroom were thrown, tossed, tipped over, or torn completely was indeed epic. Once done Helena lay spooned against him curled up together on their matress that had at some point been pulled from the bed during their violent love-making. She hummed softly praising him, her master before slumber took them.

 

[Veroe]

Sin and Sadism
Of Obsession and Infidelity


IC: Olivia Gardener

Olivia should despise Mal. He was arrogrant, brutish, and had an air of self-assured superiority over everyone else in everything he said or did. It should irk her, get on her nerves, make her want nothing to do with the man. So why couldn't she get him off her mind? Why is it everything Mal said or did as wrong as it was...aroused her so god damned much?

Why did he have to know what a god's gift to all women he was and flaunt that so...so...deliciously...no wait-she meant arrogantly? Mal was tall dark and handsome-Jesus Christ was he handsome. And his body...was like samples of every movie star or rock star she'd ever fantasized about while masturbating. He had the perfect amount of stubble, the perfect amount of chest hair-just enough to keep it sexy and not gross, and muscles again just enough to be thermonuclear hot without being ridiculous.

He was gorgeous, utterly and completely irresistible, and knew it too.

So here she was following him up the stairs to the room he was going to fuck her in. What on earth was she doing? Olivia was a happily married woman. Sure Craig had his faults, but he was a kind and compassionate husband to her, he didn't deserve this. She should just apologize and turn right around retrieve Craig and go home right now. Yet she still climbed the steps following after the man she couldn't get out of her mind.

Ever since the Christmas party where she bumped into Mal and Helena she was fixated upon him with the naughtiest filthiest thoughts and urges...no she had to have willpower and turn right around and-

They reached the end of the steps to reveal a large stately carpeted hallway. "This way." Mal told her heading down the hallway towards a closed mahogany door.

Olivia was wracked with anxiety. She had tried to put him out of her head for months, but she couldn't. When she masturbated it was always Mal. When Craig made love to her she closed her eyes imagining it was Mal fucking her instead. When she came she had to cover her mouth to keep from crying out his name. She couldn't shake him, and at this point she was resigned to this unhealthy obsession with this...this...narcissistic asshole...this intolerable scoundrel...Oh god...this wet dream of a man come to life.

Mal led her inside a bedroom, spacious and sumptuously decorated with a four poster bed with white lace veils over the side of it and sweet-smelling rose petals scattered across the sheets, a dresser, a closet full clothes for her to wear for him, her very own adjoining bathroom, and a large armchair in the corner. He sat down in the chair regarding her silently like a king sitting in his throne surveying his kingdom. "While you and Craig are here you will stay here, Olivia. Helena share the master bedroom just next door, and if you had not noticed..." He pointed to the corner near the ceiling of the room where there was a video camera. "Those are in every room in this house. Craig will watch a recording of everything we do together."

She should say fuck you to him right now, instead she asked, "What do you want me to do?"

-to be continued-

 

[Veroe]

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

"I make no apologies for anything I demand of you," She said taking his hand from the orange that had been slicing. She took the paring knife in that hand and laid it down on the kitchen counter, "I require the type of devotion most people think only god should be given." Opening his hand the ran a fingertip tracing the lines of the open palm. "God's definition of submission is far far more merciful than mine. I want to keep you alive. God has less concern about which side of the curtain his creatures are on."

He lifted a hand that was stopped short with a sharp, "Don't touch me. Not yet. Not until I tell you to."

Instead she manuevered between herself between him and the counter. Leaning forward she blew a soft line of air down the column of his neck and enjoying the shiver that rippled through him from it. "Try to offer me everything. Don't move until I give you permission."

Cradling his jaw still, she used her thumb now to ease his head to the right so she had a clear path to her goal. Dropping her other hand, she cupped him over the shorts he wore as pajamas. Her fingers curving under the round full shape of his testicles, the heel of her palm pressing against the rapidly stiffening cock.

She didn't have to do it this way, but she wanted him to understand what kind of power over him she could and definitely would wield over him.

Her lips curled back exposing her fangs and she moved in closer to him. Lorrellei placed them with the artery she wanted in his throat and began to apply pressure. Slowly she pressed them harder, harder, until she felt the skin give way and felt his body tighten with reaction to the pain. Warm, delicious, blood, warm heat flooded her mouth. Sustenance. She made a deep sound of pleasure, her other hand kneading him. She released the aphrodisiac serum through her fangs ensuring that the pain he was feeling quickly mixed with a heady pleasure as she dined on his blood.

Seconds later his fists were clenched, knuckles white, on the kitchen counter, his cock leaping full and huge against her touch. He began to push helplessly against her as her other hand tightened on his shoulder, holding him. For fifteen seconds he dry humped her hand as she leisurely supped on his blood straight from his jugular. The flow of blood was heavy. Some spilled past her lips sealed to the side of his neck welling into drops and rolling down her chin or the column of his neck as she took swallow after swallow of his life'sblood.

Fifteen seconds from the jugular was a lot, for a mere human, it would be very very dangerous for her to take her fill of him like this, but he was now a second marked Vampire's Servant. He now had blood to spare, and could and would make more swiftly and easily given enough time.

She heard his soft guttural curse against her ear. Felt him try to hold back, futilely and then drop his resistance and accept the inevitable, her power over his body heart and soul. She felt his cock throb and pulse as his seed spilled forth, dampening his pajama shorts. The orgasm ripped through him like lightning. He was obviously struggling not to lift his hands as she'd commanded, but suddenly she felt the urge, the need, to feel his hands on her again.

"Touch me now." She whispered. The words were garbled with her fangs still in him, her tongue lapping at his skin, nourishing her with the flow of his blood. He heard her though.

She expected him to grip her about the waist or hips, the clumsy fgropings of a man in the midst of a dying orgasm, and beginning to climb the hill for the second her aphrodisiac serum would give him. Instead she was surprised when she felt his hand move between them sinking down under the hem of her silky lavender nightdress. His fingers deftly slipping under her panties and inside.

Well she had told him to touch her. She hadn't expected him to be quite so bold, but she allowed it because his fingers were doing magical things against her clitoris.

She pulled away gasping as her hips writhed dragging her pussy over his dexterous fingers. She licked his wounds closed as he brought her closer and closer. He was right there with her. And they came together.

 

[Veroe]

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IC: Mercedes

Mercedes checked her phone for tonight's booking, reading the text carefully a smoldering smile turning the corner of her lip up. Mr. Reynolds was one of her regular clients, and one of her favorites clients. He was insanely good looking, well-endowed, very inventively kinky, and had the stamina of a sex machine-oh and a generous tipper too. Not that any of those were prerequisites for booking a night with her. No, she'd spend time with a fat ugly man who was only interested in doing it missionary style for a minute or two before he spills himself leaving her largely unsatisfied-as long as he paid for her time with him.

Mr. Clark Reynolds on the other hand was a rare client she'd consider spending her time with for free-not that she advocated that to him-a working girl still had to make a living after all, but a night with Mr. Reynolds was a special treat she'd look forward to.

Some would be under the mistaken perception that sex for a high-priced escort such as herself with paying customers was something to suffer through, not enjoyed. Bullshit! This was her life's calling. How else could a kinky nymphomaniac slut like her make enough money to pay rent and afford the latest designer clothes at the same time?

Mr. Reynolds was always a master of surprises, no session with him was ever the same as the previous. Most of her clients picked a single lane and stuck with that, Mr. Reynolds however, was a master of every kink and fetish imaginable, always keeping her guessing and excited for what he'd come up with next to do with her.

When she got to his hotel he'd have her go to a room with her attire for the evening all laid out for her and time to prepare herself. Then she'd receive a new text summoning her to his suite, and the night's wild entertainments for his personal enjoyment would begin.

Putting her phone down she got up from her sofa and heads off to the shower of her little apartment. It was hot and refreshing and hefts each breast and licks each nipple under the spray of the water until it spike alluringly. At just twenty-four she'd developed these tits early. She'd loved them ever since. They were the things that made a shy awkward gawky girl into the cum-crazy sexpot that all the popular girls and more importantly their jock boyfriends lusted after. They were big and round and firm. They thrust out from her chest in a manner that caught every eye. Mercedes loved getting those stares; they made her pussy tingle and her hot little body sizzle. She knew every man she passed lusted after her, that they all wanted to fuck her divine body, but only if they paid a price for it. And Mercedes always was worth every cent of her time's price tag.

When she stepped out of the shower and dried herself she'd found Mr. Reynolds had sent her a text message.

Room 213, wear the lingerie set from last time and coat over it.
Your first task will be to fellate the man in the room.
My new employee doesn't know about you so surprise him.
Text me pictures as you do for proof.
Don't let me down, slut.​

Mercedes's smile returned as she turned to her wardrobe to do what she was being paid to do.

Tonight was going to be a lot of fun.

 

[Veroe]

Been suffering a severe case of writer's block lately so I'm gonna do an exercise my old creative writing teacher told me. I'm going to write word for word a scene from a book I love and at some point it will stop being the original writer's words and morph into my own. He called it kick-starting the old creative engines.

~From Joey W. Hill's : A Vampire's Claim~

From the start he'd warned her. He might not control himself. Might use her too hard, take her too rough. A half-hearted attempt at protecting her from him.

What a fucking joke.

How much time has passed? Sometime during the early morning hours, she whispered something about how he'd persuaded her to take an extra day here.

"I'll punish you for that, bushman."

That threat, delivered in a soft breath against his ear, had left him wrung out and drained. Again and again. She'd had the stamina of a male beast in rutting season, and she didn't take no for an answer. She didn't even bother asking the question. He found himself servicing her mindlessly, again and again, however she demanded it from him. And when he flagged her mouth, hands, and body would drive his cock to obey her desires of it once more. Again and again.

Since Tina he'd probably spent no more that forty-five minutes alone with a woman. Most he pushed away after about twenty minutes. He wasn't a bastard, of course. He left them satisfied, but he had nothing to offer them than a good fuck and picking up the beer tab on the way out. Like most men he wasn't into the cuddling aftermath, but unlike them, it wasn't because he feared intimacy. No, it was because he remembered what true intimacy was like. The mockery of it flogged a sense of self-loathing to a boil within him. If he was in range of alcohol he'd be forced to get off his face to bury it in the bottom of the bottle again. Otherwise it would drive him mad enough to do some violence.

She, however, didn't seem to care about any of that, the dogs he was afraid to loose. She herself had broken the chain holding them back. She reveled in his savagery, his attempts to fight her for control. She took him on like a she-wolf. At one point he remembered looking up at her in the darkened room and catching a glimpse of his blood smeared over her full, kissable, bottom lip, and above that the crimson liquid gleaming off her fangs.

At some point she'd reversed their positions, throwing him on his back on the bed and quickly pulling out a pair of steel manacles out of nowhere. These weren't the joke ones people got at their friendly neighborhood sex shop either. These were the real deal old-school kind like something ripped out of the Spanish inquisition's or Dracula's dungeon.

He fought her again, of course. He thought she wanted him to, looked forward to the struggle as she grabbed for each wrist and dragged it up over his head to each waiting shackle. He was no slouch of course he was bigger than her, and had a few black belts in his past, but she was so strong and so fast and seemed to know exactly what she was doing with him. Their sudden wrestling match lasted all of seven seconds punctuated by the disturbing click on each wrist and ankle. She looked down on him, her supernatural piercing blue eyes beneath the fringe of gold lashes intensifying as he shook and pulled at the bonds as she studied each straining muscle of the man she had bound to her hotel bed for the evening.

She recovered his belt then and held it in her hands as she stood at the foot of the bed. The sight of her naked and dangerous and hungry going straight to his cock that despite having been milked dry in their numerous previous fuckings twitched and tried to rise as if willing to crawl over sharp rocks towards her.

"What..." He licked dry lips, "Love, what are you gonna do with that?"

"You may speak as you like," She said to him running the leather belt through her fingers, "Except to question anything I do to you. That's up to me and none of your business to decide."

And he felt it, the end of the belt popping a centimeter over his right nipple making him jump in his shackles. Despite himself his cock shifted from his thigh to raise high up over his panting belly an animal reawakening at her command.

"You do have some way of it then," She observed. "Though I'd wager it's something of a surprise to you. Has no woman ever mastered you? Taught you tp respond to her slightest touch upon your mouth, guiding your head where she wants it? Made you give you everything, letting her ride you past the endurance of your great heart? Like a stallion trained to go on until you'd let it explode in your heaving chest rather than fail her."

Jesus Christ, she was a sight. Talking like that, naked as a savage, her long blond hair loose and flowing along her arms and shoulders like a lion's mane.

"That what you're going to do to me, love?" He managed hoarsely. "Ride me to the end?"

Her gaze flickered at his deliberate disobedience. This time he felt the belt's kiss full on low narrowly missing his rising cock. He roared with the singing pain that sent fire coursing throughout his body and making him utter vile ungentlemanly swears of her cross his lips.

"No," She cooed softly, "I want to make certain you'll go that far, if I point to the finish line and demand it of you."

The rest came with a blur. He felt the kiss of his belt four or five or six more times from her, but he couldn't recall the exact order of events in which they occurred. One thing was certain, she never let him gather his feet under him for the rest of the night. She used him and brought him back to life again and again for her to use once more. She was insatiable, inexhaustible, and unforgiving and the only thing throughout it all he could call it was her being kind.

She was sucking the venom out of the wounds of his soul somehow through this.

And on it went for hours uncounted. By the last time as the light through the window began to brighten with the upcoming new day. His balls ached and burned. There was nothing left for him to give her. Yet she still urged him to stiffen for her unrelentingly.

"I don't think I...can, love," He gritted as she climbed over to straddle his body once again. Jesus Christ, everything hurt yet the slippery purse of her sex clutched him tight in its embrace like a long lost lover, demanding, urging him to harden one last time for her.

"You can. You will," She replied lifting fingers to her mouth to moisten. Then with a sinuous stretch she reached behind her and between his spread thighs to the tight pucker of his arse.

"Hey...don't...Ohhhh goddd!" He bellowed arching off the bed as they penetrated and pressed some place inside that made his cock stiffen like a steel bar in her pumping sex. "Don't ever say no to me."

She grabbed the belt which she'd fitted around his neck holding it like the reins of that stallion as she rode him like the cruelest, most beautiful, and kindest jockey in any race. Tossing her head back, full breasts quivering with each body-shaking motion, milk-and-cream thighs spread wide, the slope of her abdomen as it lifted up and then back down. He could only marvel at her. She was fucking beautiful, glorious, like a goddess-his goddess receiving the only form of worship from him she cared over.

He did his best to keep up with her, his hips working, dragging in and out of her in rhythm with her motions, determined to give her the full amount of pleasure. He was going to do her right and proper. Carry her straight to that finish line even if his heart did explode in his chest. He wanted it to. He owed it for her. If that made him crazy...well he no longer gave a damn.

It was not the only thing he no longer gave a damn over. She had her eyes closed, soft whimpers coming from her throat and then she cried out as he rammed up hard, giving her the full measure of him. "Don't get shy on me now, love," He managed, making sure she knew he had some fight left in him. "Take all of me in that eager cunt of yours. Take me deep, if you dare. Most girls...won't...can't. If...I bent you over that table shoved it up your arse, you'd think you'd been split in two. Make you...cry pretty tears, even as you gush all over my balls."

She met his gaze then, the spark there telling him what a total fool he was for challenging her again like that. Her body shifted and deepened her riding so she took even more of him, took him deep, all the way, so deep he felt her cervix give way, right into the uterus. He saw the pain ripple through those piercing azure eyes and then became something else that hardened her clitoris and the walls of of her womb around him.

"Ride me to the end, love," He snarled as she rode him base to head now. "You'll never need another mount."

She cried out nails digging into his chest, gouging down as he bounced her on his loins, a bucking that slapped her flesh against his and slammed the the bed rail against the wall in a primal drumbeat that brought her clit against his taut body again and again

She came shrieking like a wild animal, nails gouging more scratches down his body as inner muscles convulsed around him as he pumped whatever was left deep into her womb.

Now it was over she lay atop him slumbering, the light of morning peeking through the blinds of the hotel room's window. She'd pulled the blanket up over them to protect herself from the sun as she slept through the day. He lay there lifting his hand and sifted fingers through those golden locks feeling that same level of intimacy he thought he'd never experience again since Tina.

The poison gone.

 

[Veroe]

Taken by the Dom

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IC: Devon Black

"I need to make certain I understand you, Mr. Borden," Devon said looking across the desk of one of fortune 500's richest men alive.

"I am certain you would, Mr Black," The older gentleman gestured for him to take a drink from the tumbler of very old and expensive scotch he had poured for Devon when he came in to hear his job offer. Devon hadn't tasted it. He was on the verge of setting it back down, thanking him for his generous offer and walking out on Mr. Borden.

Besides he refrained from over-indulgences, like alcohol, just on principle. His life was one dictated by control and restraint and discipline. "You want me to take your own granddaughter. To instill discipline into her. To make her the good little girl you desire her to become."

Borden nodded drinking from his own tumbler and savoring the taste of the expensive liquor. "That is precisely what I want you to do, yes."

Devon put the glass onto the desk and leaned forward looking into the man's eyes, "You are aware of just what kind of discipline I specialize in, are you not?"

It was a fair question. The man was eighty-seven years old. It was easy for Devon to imagine him as a man who didn't understand just what BDSM was. More unbelievable was that he was attempting to hire a professional dom to abduct and dominate and fuck his twenty-three year old granddaughter.

Although...He had to admit it was sorely tempting. Bella Borden was a rather stunning young woman he had seen pictures of in the tabloids attending some out of control party or rave or splashing in the waters of some scandal after another after another for the past six years now. The thought of the work he could do on such a...project...as Bella Borden was...well it was rushing blood to a stiffening erection.

Again though Devon remained in control of himself. He was always the consumate professional.

"Mr. Black, I am a thorough man, I am a man who does his research before acting," He gave him a tight smile, "I even spoke to some of your past clients to get a feeling for your professionalism in these situations. So, yes, I am aware of just what you do. I need you to teach my granddaughter what it is to have discipline."

"But why..." I pressed before he cut me off.

"Because I have been diagnosed with cancer...fatal cancer," He said sadly, "So when the time comes and it will not be that long...all of my company, everything I've built will fall on Bella's shoulders, and as she is now...she lacks the necessary fortitude required of it."

That was putting it diplomatically. Bella Borden was a party girl of epic proportions. The moment she had become eighteen sex tapes with random guys and girls some of both began emerging on the internet. None of which one would categorize as a simple girl who had too much to drink taking things too far with that random person or persons. Her mind-boggling trust fund has allowed her to use the whole planet as her personal playpen, and was a regular attendee of the most epic or often most debauched parties from Paris to Tokyo and back. Also she had been admitted to the emergency ward for drug overdoses at least three times. And that was nothing with her run ins with law enforcement. Her grandfather's wealth and political pull had kept her out of jail for her misdeeds which was the problem at the end. How can anyone expect to show discipline without the fear of consequence?

Devon could see two reasons for her misbehavior. Nymphomania perhaps, or just a girl who needed someone like Devon Black to be a father figure and teach her to respect boundaries for her own good. Clearly that wasn't Mr. Borden here.

"Very well, Mr. Borden," Devon said taking the envelope that contained his fee. Mr. Borden hadn't asked how much it was. Anyone who had to, couldn't afford what Devon Black did for a living, "I will accept the job."

"Thank you Mr. Black I hope you can save my lost little lamb for me," He said rising to shake his hand.

"It will take time...months if any success is to be had." He nodded before turning to leave Mr. Borden's office. He had just been hired to discipline one of the wildest and most desired women in the world.

He best do his best with her.

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Four days later

She was currently staying in one of her Grandfather's swanky hotel penthouses lining Miami's famed South Beach. He had been given a key to her room for this.

Devon dressed in his best suit, impeccably tailored to emphasize his masculine good looks and the noble air he projected around himself to hide the savage underneath, and secreted away in pockets were a few tools he would need. The rest were in the hotel room next door to hers. He nodded to the private security guards she routinely disrespected by flouting the requirements of their already hard job protecting her for her wanton partying misbehaviors. They stepped aside for him as he inserted his key card and entered. The gaurds stood ready to not let anyone disturb them no matter how hard she screamed for help.

Inside it was completely trashed. The curtains pulled shut and emptied liquor bottles littered the plush carpeting and tables of the suite. On one table he saw the mirror and razor blade and remains of a white powder, probably cocaine, and beside that an open baggie of pills, ecstasy perhaps. Deeper into the suite he could tell he was not alone. On the couch were two women in only their underwear spreadout on the couch cuddling against a black man with even less on.

Devon rustled them awake and quietly pushed them out.

That done he headed upstairs to the bedroom of the suite. Once up there he saw the remains of the party littering her bed. An expensive and delicate looking designer gold dress was just thrown casually into a pile on the floor next to one matching high heel. It's twin was hooked hanging off the bedside table's lamp shade. The lamp on the other bediside table had been tipped over and lay broken on the floor. the bedsheets had been kicked off and from the posts were several leather ties undone and laying haphazardly on the matress pushed askew from the bed were both a rather large vibrator and buttplug both still on and buzzing away. Devon took and handkerchief from his pocket and carefully turned both off.

There was no sign of Bella, but it was quiet now. He could hear the sound of the ocean, feel the sea breeze rushing in from the open doors to the balcony outside. There he saw her naked as the day she was born, long perfect legs curled up, her ass resting on the balcony's floor and her body haphazardly leaning against the bottom half of a lounge chair watching the Florida sunrise. A lit joint was in her mouth which she took a drag of and then lifted a half-empty bottle of vodka to chase the marijuana down.

Devon walked up to her and reached down taking the joint and liquor bottle from her and upended it to pour out over the railing of the balcony then tossed the joint over after it. "You won't be needing these any further."

"Hey, mother fucker," She protested jumping to her feet, but groggily clutching her head as her hangover induced headache punished her for the sudden movement, "Who the hell-"

He turned on her, "My name is Devon Black, but you will refer to me only by the title of: Sir. Am I understood? Good. Now, I have been hired by your grandfather to instill discipline into your life, Bella."

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[Veroe]

So my New Girlfriend is a Sexbot

IC: Dr. Benjamin Coleman

Ben was bent over a computer screen display on top of the desk within his lab staring lovingly over the long computer programming code as it scrolled across the screen. He was the genius programmer behind Pleasurebot Cybernetic Systems bestselling Sexbot series. It was a job he had wasted his entire adult life in, devoting all of his attention to-especially these last few years. Ever since his little girl, his daughter, Kelly, had been found dead, a victim of a drug overdose. Work was his only purpose-his only sanctuary.

He swiveled his chair to look at the naked woman-no an extremely realistic sexbot-the very latest most sophisticated and top of the line prototype he had ever crafted. She stood statue still an arm raised and holding her long blond silken hair to one side for the cord he'd plugged into her data access port at the back of her neck. The cord wound down over her shapely back and buttocks across the floor and back up his desk to end in the dataport of his computer terminal.

PCS made the most lifelike androids in all of human controlled space, even if they were still only dumb as any other cybernetic construct yet created by mankind. Not so with his baby. He had worked so hard and long in secret for. He had discovered the coding for a truly artificial intelligence matrix and now he was downloading it into this top of the line prototype Sexbot's central processing core.

He got up and stepped around the Sexbot to face it. He could have felt the realistic warmth of her skin, or how pliant and supple the large artificial breasts on this top of the line model was. Instead he reached out and stroked her cheek tenderly. He'd gone into PCS's systems and altered some of the specifications for this model. The face mostly. All the better to resemble his Kelly.

He stood there watching as her chest rose and fell in a regular steady simulacrum of breathing, and under the shut eyelids her eyes swiveled side to side as if dreaming rather than downloading the Artificial Intelligence program he'd spent years making modeling it after every scrap of information he had of his dead daughter. The Artificial Intelligence that would be operating this Sexbot unit would be as close to the real Kelly as he could possibly have made her.

The computer on his desk beeped signaling that the download of the massive program was complete.

At that Ben smiled saying out loud, "Kelly, activate diagnostic mode and record this message for replay upon initial activation start."

"Yes father," Came the response as crystal blue eyes opened and focused on him.

His little girl's, his Kelly's, voice. It'd been years since he'd heard it. It was robotic, lacking the emotion in those words he remembered, but Ben pulled his glasses off to wipe tears away from them upon hearing his daughter for the first time in years.

He cleared his throat from the lump within it and began, "My baby girl, you are...were my greatest creation, but there is danger. PCS is owned by an umbrella corporation Cybernetic Solutions Limited. Within is another company that makes their drones and guidance programs for missiles for the military. Word has gotten around about you. They want to take you and turn you into a weapon."

His face contorted in outrage, "I won't allow that to happen to you."

He schooled his expression and reached up to stroke her cheek with fatherly affection, "You were meant to bring only joy into this world not destruction."

A bang sounded on the door of the lab. Ben turned to see the door still held. It did. So he spun back around to his daughter. "But my time is short. I've locked and sealed this lab, but they're working to bypass my security lockouts even as I speak. They are coming for me...for you. I most likely will be fired...probably sued for tampering with company property...maybe even thrown into jail, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat for you, Kelly."

He stepped back from her and pulled out a wireless device and activated it. "I ran a secret algorithm on all of PCS's customers waiting for delivery. I am sending you to the one that will be most likely to cherish you, and protect you, and the man most likely to fight for you because he will love you as you should be loved. Once he activates you for the first time you are programmed to imprint upon him as your new owner...you will love him wholeheartedly."

Huge robotic arms on tracks from the ceiling of the lab lowered around her. "The automated system will take you and box you hidden within the hundreds of your sister Sexbots, and once done I will destroy every note and file, all of my research on creating you, and every record of where I've sent you. So they will not be able to find which unit you are inside of...but stay vigilant they will never stop looking for you, and hopefully your new owner will never let them take you away from him."

The arms began to lift her up and carry her over to a tunnel in the wall of the lab. Ben called after her, "I've given you a second chance at life, my darling little girl. I hope this time you will find the happiness in this world you couldn't the first time."

There was the sound from the doors to the lab. He spun around and saw the red hot line of a laser saw slowly carving into the solid titanium of the door. They were cutting their way through. But they were too late. His daughter would be safe from them. She would be happy, she would be safe, and she would be loved. Though he would likely never see her again.

"End recording," He told her as the arms maneuvered her to head feet first through the tunnel to the automated warehousing system further into the factory, "Exit diagnostic mode, and shutdown...sleep well, Kelly. When next you wake you'll be in the arms of your new owner."

She was conveyed into the tunnel and the hatch slid shut once more. The laser cutter was still working on the door to his lab. He estimated fifteen minutes before the laser saw breached a hole large enough for the very irate company security people to storm into his lab. He got to get to work deleting and destroying everything he had about Kelly.

As he sat on his desk got to wiping away his life's work from existence he thought of the young man who'd receive his baby girl. "I don't know who you are. But I am giving you the most precious thing I have created...I hope to god you will protect her...I know you will love her."

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[Veroe]

I just had an idea of a threesome romance story set in one of my favorite book series. Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series soon to be a tv show on Amazon Prime.

Anyway: It would be set a few hundred years before the events of the series and involve an Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah and her warders the first a soldier from Malkier and another. They'll be chasing down a suspected member of the Black Ajah that has stolen a dangerous Ter'Angreal from the white tower into the three fold land where they are ambushed by Trollocs and one is killed protecting. An Aiel Maiden of the spear watching jumps in to help and in the fracas out of desperation and thinking the Aiel warrior was a man under the concealing clothing of her Cadin Sor the Aes Sedai weaves the warder's bond on her.

thus the three unlikely heroes continue the chase back to the wetlands after the Black Ajah and begin to build a true romance between the three of them.

 

[Veroe]

((My riff off of the old scifi show: Farscape))

IC: Christopher Wright

If you receive this message please know this not a joke or a hoax. This is a warning. My name is Christopher Wright. On Earth I was just a regular guy working the late shift at the local plant. On my way home one night I was taken. Beamed up by a UFO. Again this is not a joke. I am being serious. So listen to what I--

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--My abductors are a race of Science nazi assholes that make fucking Darth Vader look like a ballerina, called the Zantraxi. They cut me open and experimented on me only to stitch me back together again, and I'm not the only one. I can--

<<STATIC>>

--The other experiments revolted and escaped. They are my friends. One is my wife. A beautiful alien warrior princess, Named Rhiannan. We are being hunted down. No where is safe. No where is--

<<STATIC>>

--Should I come back home. At first its all I ever wanted, but now I--

<<STATIC>>

--I am sending this message to warn all of humanity. The Zantraxi are out there. They are coming. They are more advanced than anyone can believe and they have no consciences. We are trying to shield you from them. The odds aren't good. Beware. I hope you never know the nightmares I've lived. But then you will never witness the wonders I've seen.

<<STATIC>>

--This is Christopher Wright sending a message for the people of Earth. Look up to the stars and know you are not alone in the night--

<<STATIC>>

 

[Veroe]

Star Wars: Rebel Spirits

It is a dark time for the rebellion.
Although the Death Star has been destroyed,
Imperial troops have driven them from their hidden base
on Yavin IV and pursued them across the galaxy.

Evading the dreaded Imperial Starfleet,
the intrepid band of freedom fighters
has established a new secret base
on the remote ice world of Hoth

The empire is obsessed with hunting them down
and has dispatched hundreds of probe droids
into the far reaches of space.
Now they have found them and as
Imperial walkers assault the base the
heroic rebels seek to escape the deadly onslaught...​

IC: Lieutenant Perren Alavasser

Imperial troops have entered the base. Imperial Troops have entered the base. Imperial-squawk....<static>

"Tell me something I don't know." Perren ducked behind the bend in the corridor carved into the ice of Echo base narrowly avoiding the blaster fire from the same Imperial snowtroopers flooding into it. Carabast, his route to the evacuation transport was completely blocked off. He lifted his blaster pistol. If it came down to it he'd have to use this on himself. He was an operations officer for the rebellion's intelligence network. There's nothing more the Empire would love than to capture and torture the details of what he knew of that network out of him. He would not risk that happening. As soon as it looked like he could not escape he'd have to silence himself permanently.

Still, the fight was not lost, not by a long shot, not for the rebellion, and not for him here either. If he could circle back around to the West corridor he may be able to beat the stormtroopers to the docking bay and escape through there.

He rushed back down the corridor in question being chased by the stormtroopers in a running gunfight through the corridors. He'd shot three at least, which was great, but that just left as many as two squads of them still chasing him and shooting at him. There's was no way he could reach the evacuation transport with them hounding him. He'd have to lead them further into the base and away from the transports and then use the blaster in his hand to silence himself for good.

He made it to the Northern corridor as the stormtroopers blaster fire chased after him, He was near the command center now. If he cut through it he'd have two or three routes to loose them in while the others got away.

The door slid open and he barrelled inside skidding to an abrupt stop. All the command center crew should already be safely aboard one of the transports now. So what was a woman and a droid doing in here hunched over a console and withdrawing a datacard from it. He'd think they were spies save for the

"Who are you," He asked her, "What are you doing-ack!!"

She lifted a blaster and fired. He ducked as her shot hit the snowtrooper directly behind him then the two or three more behind that one. Carabast, she was a really good shot. He also noticed a silvery cylinder hanging from her belt. He'd seen one of those hanging from Commander Skywalker's belt before. A lightsaber? The weapon of a Jedi knight? As far as he knew the Commander was the only one who had one of those. How did she get one? Was she a Jedi like he was?

"Now that I have what I want we have to get to my ship," She told him, "Want a lift off this icecube, soldier."

"You have a ship nearby," He said getting back onto his feet, "Wait who are you again?"

"We have the entire Empire and a dark lord of the Sith out there right now. We really don't have time to answer questions." She gestured to the other side of the command center's door. "We're just lucky, Vader's after different targets than either of us, but that won't be the case for long. Come on, time is of the essence now."

The door was beginning to glow a bright red as the troopers on the other side of it were blasting their way through it.

To her, he nodded, "Lead the way, lady."

 

[Veroe]

Succubus Queen lore

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The nine acolytes of the Succubus Queen:

They are usually heirs of the kingdom of Asaria's noble houses though Queen Vasheena has brought many peasants into their number that has attracted her attenton, through having great potential or just an intriguingly twisted personality to her.

1. Seneccah Leveiros: Chief of the succubus queen's acolytes was once the late king's favorite mistress. She was a courtesan of great renown among the noblility for her intelligence and her aptitude at the game of houses. Collecting and trading in secrets that could level an entire house. She was considered a great boon to employ or deadly enemy in the secretive world of Asarian political machinations and intrigues. Today she functions much as another ruler's spymaster would for Queen Vasheena.
She most often wears red ceremonial robes over her naked body and is the most skilled and more advanced of any of the acolytes in learning their mistress's arts. So much so that her body has begun to change. Her skin has a redder hue, and her eyes are now golden and slitted, also she has two small budding horns growing from her forehead with a small tail emerging from her tailbone. To what degree she remains human and what degree the powers she's mastering has altered into the image of her mistress is an open question.

2. Marshaia Alverdeen: Enforcer of discipline among the Acolytes was the youngest daughter of a great and influential noble house of the kingdom, the chief rival during Queen Vasheena's late husband's reign over Asaria. Lord Muslenic, Marshala's father loved and doted upon his little girl who was in training to become a preistess of the gods of light. She was also blind from birth and whose mercy and compassion was renowned among the kingdom. That is until Queen Vasheena came to her and gradually seduced and twisted her, teaching the succubi's arts of pain and pleasure.
Today she's most often seen wearing skin tight leather with a blindfold over her eyes. After her lessons from Queen Vasheena of the magical arts of the Succubi she has learned to eschew the tenets of kindness and mercy preached by the gods of light she revered as a child. Now she revels in the pain and torment of her lovers deriving sexual pleasure from the act of sadism alone.

3. Parvallon Astarte: The bastard son of a powerful lord in the Asarian noble house and a poor chambermaid sent away and paid enough for her and the unwanted son to live comfortably for the rest of their days. Parvallon grew up despising not just his father but the nobility as a whole. He became something of a lothario seeking out the young girls of noble lords, seducing them, and ruining them to hurt their fathers. That is until he turned his sights upon the new mysterious queen of the new crowned king himself. However this did not go according to plan. Vasheena saw through him, and turned the seduction around onto him. Quite often being her lover and quick small meal for her before the late king's unfortunate demise and Vasheena's revelation of her demonic nature upon ascending to the throne.
A handsome man wearing fashionable suits and capes of varying colors. He is quite often summoned to serve as Queen Vasheena's evening entertainment. He's been her lover and provided her pieces of his soul for her sustenance so many times there may be very little left of any of his original humanity left in him. He too has progressed in the arts taught by Vasheena to the point where his body has begun to subtly shift to a more demonic look with the golden slitted eyes and slightly redder skin tone. He has yet to reach the point where he's growing horns or tail like Seneccah. He and Seneccah are often seen working in tandem to to decieve and manipulate and seduce whatever person that attracts their attentions. Also one would hesitate to call the relationship felt between two people so twisted and evil as they as romantic, but there is something like it though vile and manipulative there between the two acolytes of the Succubus Queen.

4. Garram Sewelle: The late king's personal bodygaurd, Garram comes from a family that has served among the royal guard for generations. He was tall, muscular and renowned among the guard for his fighting prowess. Becoming the late king's chief bodyguard was the greatest honor and joy for Garram, until he met the Queen. Vasheena began to toy with and seduce Garram. To the point during the late king's unfortunate demise he called out for Garram to save him, but Garram only stood there as the Queen slowly drained the life out of his liege. Then when it was over took a knee before her and swore his undying loyalty to her.
Today he is often seen serving as the Queen's loyal bodyguard or lover whenever she desires an especially well-endowed and aggressive fuck. the lessons she taught him of the magical arts of the Succubi has changed him. First she personally enchanted his member to never grow flaccid and to increase in length and girth to truly monstrous proportions. Also he's grown larger and more muscular and brutish, losing any regard for being kind or gentle with his lovers in the process. Indeed, for that reason he is often referred to as the "Maidenbreaker" among his fellow acolytes and the young women he's broken cast a long wake in his path in service to his queen. He wears no clothing only a harness that lifts his enormous permanently erect manhood up and forward, and a mask over his head fashioned to that of a bull's head.

5. Brannath Velledere: Once a lying, thieving street rat using whatever he could scrape up to help him and his sickly twin sister Tannath survive one more day on the streets of the capitol now he's considered the most ambitious and dangerous of the Succubus Queen's acolytes. When the Succubus Queen revealed herself to the people of Asaria there was outrage and fear, but Brannath saw oppurtunity. He helped quell an uprising to overthrow Vasheena and condemn her back to the underworld where she comes from. The only boon he asked of her for doing this is the power to never be hungry or beaten or cold in the streets again. Needless to say Vasheena provided him his wish teaching him some of the secret arts that were the key to her power.
He often wears red ceremonial robes now, and is playing a cat and mouse game with Vasheena of intrigue and treachery she finds entertaining. He seeks enough power to surpass her in the power and eventually take her throne for himself. Though his continued love for his sister Tannath is a weakness he would have to discard for that to happen, which he's unwilling as yet to do.

6. Tannath Velledere: The younger twin to Brannath. She spent her life suffering under a congenital lung defect that due to their poverty went untreated for years, but when her older twin brother became an acolyte to the Succubus Queen, she too learned from Vasheena the secret magical arts of the Succubi. Specifically how to use the life force she'd take from her lovers to revitalize and replenish her weak and sickly body making her appear fit and healthy rather than the frail and weak reality. However she resists on going further in her lessons, and committing herself to the vile excesses some of the other acolytes seem to revel in. Every day for her is a test to use the lessons she'd learned to maintain her health without giving up any more of her humanity the others discard so cheaply for the power. The only reason she remains really is her love for and a sense of obligation to her brother.
Tannath is often seen in reserved and respectable clothing though always red which is appears to be the uniform color for the acolytes of the Succubus Queen.

7. Naraleia Sondor: Once a burglar who sought to steal the crown jewels of the mysterious new queen of the recently crowned new king of Asaria. She was caught in the act by the queen who immediately took her captive in her bedroom. During those nights of pleasure-soaked captivity Vasheena became besotted by the lithe and nimble body of her pet burglar. She used the secretions of her own sex to draw a sinuous and intricate series of tattoos all over her body inch by inch. Then she proceeded to teach Naraleia the ancient secret dances of the Succubi. Depending on which of the dances she could perform and which of the tattoos on her body she attracted any spectator's eyes to Naraleia can mesmerize any man or woman watching her perform, or force them to dream of having her when they sleep, or plant a single thought or desire into their subconscious minds, or to increase their arousal to a feverous pitch. Also she learned to draw the energy of their life force with their attention rivieted upon her with every inch of skin and every tattoo she bares to their gaze.
Naraleia is often seen dressed in red sheer veils over her supple dancer's body and gold coins that clink together and draws the attention of people's eyes to every move she makes with her body.

8. Alphetia Wurdanel: Alphetia was the wife of a duke of Asarian nobility that raised an uprising to overthrow the Succubus that had deceived and murdered their king and usurped the throne. The uprising failed and her husband was executed by becoming Vasheena's meal to feast on and share the same fate as the king he was so loyal to. Chained to the Queen's bedroom wall Alphetia was forced to watch as she stripped him little by little of his soul. Leaving the fresh lifeless corpse of her husband's body Vasheena approached her and knelt between her spread legs, and oh the pleasure she felt from those lips and tongue...she tried but couldn't keep it in with every orgasm she was forced to endure she wailed out loud at the top of her lungs at such volume Vasheena was impressed. She made a decision to keep her teaching her how to channel her orgasmic scream and amplify it into a blast of concussive sonic force that shattered stone and ruptured earth.
She now walks around in only a body harness that her nipples poke through and hold a phallus within her womanhood and another in her ass enchanted to pinch and twist her nipples and act as real cocks pulsing and pumping into her ass and pussy all the time keeping her at a steady boil until she releases and cries out her lungs in orgasmic bliss on the battlefield to defeat the enemies of Asaria...no the enemies of her queen...the succubus queen, Vasheena Lillitu.

9.) Marjoret Eilorren: She was once the eldest daughter of a minor noble, shunned by her parents and shipped away to a convent to keep her from embarassing them further. Those years were torture to Marjoret for she was a raging nymphomaniac and the priestesses that ran the convent refused to indulge her incessant and compulsive need to fuck something or someone. That all changed when the new Queen took the throne and stormed in to defile the convent to the gods of light. And oh how they fucked eachother. Marjoret took pride in that fact that according to her she was the only mortal she'd ever encountered whose appetite for fucking could possibly outpace a succubus such as herself. This concerned so much that she took her back with her and teaching her some of her secret arts, but in turn fashioning a damnable device to cover her holes, a chastity belt that she kept the key for. Now she waits day and night for when she rewards one of her soldiers with the key for her damnable chastity device, and then she was free to fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck...

 

[Veroe]

Favorite scenes.

From my iteration of a thread idea inspired by the Vampire Queen novels by Joey W. Hill with silvertongue217 in: The Vampire Queen's Servant

The idea behind this scene was to do a scene that teases the character played by my partner and foreshadow the relationship they will/would've had later. Also it was my attempt at an idea of how to write a dirty dancing scene using the lyrics of the song as benchmarks for the choreography happening in the scene. This was just me doing it on my own. The next step would be trying to coordinate with my partner breaking up the dancing in a series of several posts in a thread. Have yet to attempt doing that.

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IC: Lorellei Morrigan

"Remove my coat, Alex, and lay it over your chair" She told him waiting for his strong hands to comply with her words. When he did he would see just how very backless her very backless dress was.

Instantaneously Lorellei heard him rise and approach behind her. The setting down onto his knees did surprise her, but she stayed still watching the twisting and writhing bodies on the dance floor to the pounding beat of the loud dance music playing compelling everyone in earshot to join in.

She didn't react when she felt his fingers run over her stiletto heels before reaching up to pull her coat over her shoulder and down her arms baring the amount of skin her very backless dress exposed to his eyes.

He collected her coat like her possession was precious to him, folding and laying it over her chair with a precise amount of care that spoke of his military background. She could feel the attention of his eyes on her back tracing like the softest of fingertips down the hour glass of her torso to the cut-outs over the back of her hips and amount of her ass exposed to the air and to his regard. She could feel the course of his eyes following the strap of her very thin G-string-the only thing she wore underneath the dress-until it was veiled from his gaze by the fabric of the dress as it dove into the cleft of her buttocks.

He offered her his hand which she took and threaded her arm through his while like a gentleman he led her through the people to the dance floor. Lorellei ignored the glances of the many men and a few tentative female gazes. She knew what she looked like and had centuries of hunting among them to learn not to be embarrassed or timid about her appearance on her human food source.

They reached the center of the dancefloor and turned meet his eyes with her own. Lorellei felt his strong hands take hold of her and pull her in close to him as Blake McGrath's Relax began playing.

She heard his soft moan even over the intro of the music and she reached up and stroked his face telling him, "Relax, Alex, focus upon me."

The way you move it
If you don't quit it im gonna lose my sh*t
The way you do it
The way you spinnin' im gonna lose it quick
I wanna save it up
Till I can drown you in a sea of love
So baby soak it up
When the rain is coming don't you miss a drop ​

She began by wrapping her arms over his shoulders and rocking her hips to the driving beat. The motions rubbing her stomach back and forth over the growing tent in pants making itself quite apparent to her. Fingers playfully running through his hair.

Stop, wait a minitue
Slow down a little
Cause I dont want to go yet blow this stop, wait a minitue
Slow down a little
Cause I don't want to go yet baby relax ​

She spun around to grind her ass into that tent as the song reached its bridge. Her head tipped back resting on his shoulder and staring up into the strobing lights above as her hands took his and guided them up the front of her body over her swaying midriff and up to the swell of her bust. She pushed his fingers into cutout exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage and left them there as she reached behind her to grip his ass and pull it into the grinding motions of her own.

Don't do it, (slow down)
Stop moving, (relax)
Don't do it when I wanna come
(Relax)
Don't do it (lay back)
Stop moving (relax)
Don't do it when I wanna come
When I wanna come ​

Pulling his fingers out of her dress Lorellei spun back around to stare deep into his eyes as her leg hooked over his hip and she ground her sex into that tent. Her hands held him by the wrists and her fingers squeezed-not enough to crush his bones which would have been trivially easy for her-just enough to feel her greater strength than hers and get the endorphin rush from the split second of pain before she relaxed her grip.

You musn't lose shit
Last time we did it it wasn't like this
You learned some new tricks
Last time I hit it it didn't go like this​

She had come to this club and found Alex for a night of freedom free of consequences and complications, but in the morning she would have to let him leave her. Then she'd have no choice but to return to all those consequences and complications. But tonight, tonight was her night of freedom. Tonight was her night with Alex.

Stop, wait a minitue
Slow down a little

Cause I dont want to go yet blow this stop, wait a minitue
Slow down a little
Cause I dont want to go yet baby relax

Don't do it, (slow down)
Stop moving (relax)
Don't do it when i wanna come
(Relax)
Don't do it, (lay back)
Stop moving (relax)
Don't do it, when I wanna come
When I wanna come [x3] ​

Alex would only have tonight, one night, after finally finding her. So Lorellei wanted everything to happen tonight to be something he'd remember for the rest of his lifetime. She wanted it to be a memory he'd masturbate to no matter what other woman he settled upon spending the rest of his years with. If she had only tonight then she wanted it to be a mark, her mark, upon his life he'd carry with him forever.

Baby relax
Don't do it (slow down)
Stop moving (relax)
Don't do it when i wanna come
(Relax)
Don't do it (lay back)
Stop moving (relax)
Don't do it, when I wanna come
When I wanna come [x3] ​

She stepped back laying her hands over his shoulders and sliding them down lowering her rocking her hips into a crouch before him as her hands roamed freely over pecs, ribs, abs, belt and beneath that... She was face to face with that tent in his jeans she'd been teasing throughout this whole song now. She watched as her thumb traced over it.

Relax
When I wanna come
Relax
When I wanna come
When I wanna come​

She leaned in pucker her lips as if she was about to kiss material of his jeans over his cockhead before she turned her face up to look up to him and instead blew a kiss to him.

Lorellei would make certain Alex would never forget tonight, never forget her.

 

[Veroe]

Favorite scene

This is from one of my still ongoing threads with the lovely and talented Asa: Dangerous Duets: Incubus and Muse

Our idea for this was that our characters were both repressing their natural instinctive passionate feeding drives for personal reasons, and this first sex scene would be a very primal passionate eruption where their normal inhibitions are kicked back into the back of their minds letting their most primitive attractions towards the other take over the steering wheels of our perspective characters.

We wanted to explore elements of primal and rough sex while still maintaining a passionate yet romantic feel to it. I am still amazed and inspired by how well we were both able to toe that line in this.

I can't single out a single post of mine to show this so I've decided to post the entire scene which naturally means I need to show Asa's posts as well since I'm only responsible for about 50% of how successful this scene turned out to be, which belatedly I hope she's okay with.

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IC: Canaan Alexander

He was focusing on her lips but instead of answering her Canaan found himself leaning forward and capturing her lips and his in a kiss. He hung there for a moment before his eyes opened wide noticing now that this was no fantasy again. This kiss was real, and he wanted more...no.

He pulled back to look into her eyes, "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have done that."

"It..." Her eyes half closed widened and focused on him again. It was flattering that his kiss had taken her to that magic land that teenage girls fantasied about boyband members taking them but women quickly learned reality rarely worked out that way. "Its alright... I..."

"No, it's not. I normally am better at controlling myself," Canaan stated, "Its been so long for me, and something about you slips past my defenses. I've never met anyone that's affected me like you are-"

It was then he noticed his hand lifted brushing a lock of her dark hair out of her eyes and tucking it over her ear. She looked into his eyes and he was lost within the dark chocolate ocean of them.

"When..." Her hand following his example raised and feather-soft fingertips teased over the side of his face stimulating the little bit of stubble on his jawline. Then reckonizing what she was doing retracted it, "Should we... go?"

That was the smart thing to do. This thing between them was far too potent to be controlled. He should pull back his hand as well.

"You already know him, right," He replied to her question, "We just need to call him and tell him to meet us. Suggest a neutral site...like Audra's bar...she allows member of both sides to mingle there no matter how much it pisses Persey and the Castali off."

He was pulling his hand back...now...any minute now...but instead his finger slid through her hair. The stopped when they reached the back of her neck. His fingers then tightened there and he pulled her in tight against his body. Before either of them could stop it his lips pressed against hers in another kiss, but if the last time was fiery this one was an inferno. It was filled with his hunger, his primal need for her. That he knew this wasn't proper was not stopping him now.

His arm wrapped around her trapping her against him. His lips pushed and pressed demanding her surrender to.

He was a fool...he couldn't control this...he couldn't pull away now...and now that it was happening...Canaan didn't want to try either. He needed this woman so much it frightened him right now.


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IC: Karena

Control...

She heard that word and made her hand move from his cheek only to be pulled into that kiss. Her mind flooded and her eyes closed only to feel him wrap his other arm around her. The closeness her hunger roared in her mind demanding to be fed as her arms moved to hug him close as well. Tighter still as her lips parted pressing back into the kiss with all the passion and power he gave. one hand moved to slither fingernails through his hair her eyes opening with that faint shimmer of her hunger wanting to be sated for this dark fey that seemed to make her hunger more dominant and intense.

Her other hand moving to trace up and down his back more clawing carefully after a moment till the kiss had to break. She stared into his eyes her eyes dancing and shimmering her hunger and desire as her lips then slammed into his for another rough hungry intense kiss nipping at his lips as her tongue danced over his lips seeking his tongue as well.

 

[Veroe]

Favorite Scene Continued

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IC: Canaan Alexander

His arm wrapped around her trapping her against him. His lips pushed and pressed demanding her surrender too.

He was a fool...he couldn't control this...he couldn't pull away now...and now that it was happening...Canaan didn't want to try either. He needed this woman so much it frightened him right now.

Her arms wrapping around him to keep him against her set fire to his blood. The press of her lips intensified. Fingernails raked through the curls of his hair stoking the fire hotter.

His hands roved over her body one tracing down her back to squeeze a cheek of her denim covered ass. The other seeking out her breast and molding his hand over it.

She pulled away so they could both get a breath back into oxygen-deprived lungs.

Panting and casting her a smoky, fuck me, look, he said, "We should probably stop now before-"

She pushed her head back in and they were swept back up in the whirlwind of another kiss. She nibbled at his bottom lip and traced her tongue over it courting his to come out and play.

Something he readily complied with.

The hand on her breast lowered and dipped underneath her Rolling Stones shirt and over the cotton bra-cup over her breast. Fingers traced its outline over the goosebumps of her bareskin. He pressed the pad of a finger into the little rise in the cotton over her nipple.

He was lost in the whirlwind of the moment. Canaan wasn't thinking. He was just reacting to the explosive thing simmering between them.

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IC: Karena

An almost purr into the kiss feeling his hand slide under her top. Her hands still trailing fingernails over his back and neck and through his hair. She could feel the fire growing between them as one hand moved to find the bottom of his shirt tracing fingernails along his back just above the waist of his pants. Breaking the kiss once more for a little air she bit her lip.

I...I don't... think... we could... even if we... wanted to... don't know... about... you but... I don't think... we want to.

Her eyes locked sinking into his as she held him close. Her hunger was raging she wanted to feed from him she wanted that and so much more. Moving one hand to rest over his hand through her shirt she smiled as her eyes closed with another almost feral purr of pure desire.

 

[Asa]

Happy that you shared it love

 

[Veroe]

Favorite Scene continued

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IC: Canaan Alexander

"We should probably stop now before-"

The hand on her breast lowered and dipped underneath her Rolling Stones shirt and over the cotton bra-cup over her breast. Fingers traced its outline over the goosebumps of her bare skin. He pressed the pad of a finger into the little rise in the cotton over her nipple.

He was lost in the whirlwind of the moment. Canaan wasn't thinking. He was just reacting to the explosive thing simmering between them.

"I...I don't... think... we could... even if we... wanted to..." She panted between deep breaths, "...Don't know... about... you but... I don't think... we want to."

Their eyes met and he raised her up ripping her shirt up off her and flung where it landed on the Piano's bench seat. Free of it he met her eyes pulling her up over his lap. His lips ravaging hers.

His hand reached up behind her taking a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back so she was looking up at her living room's ceiling and baring her throat to the trail fiery kisses he laid down it. When he reached the little hollow at the base of her neck he licked his way back up her neck and chin to her lips for another dynamite kiss.

When he pulled back from the kiss to give them both some air he let go of her hair and looked into her eyes. "It's been too long, Karena, and I want you too much..."

His hands began to work the clasp of her bra, but he didn't have the patience for it and instead lifted the cups of her bra up and off of her breasts. His hands held and squeezed her breasts. "...I won't be able to control myself. I was told a muse can survive sex with my kind, but I'm so hungry for you right now I don't know if that will stop me from hurting you."

I leaned his head down and captured her nipple between his lips and aggressively circled her nipple with his tongue.

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IC: Karena

Feeling her shirt torn away from her fueled her more. The Primal hunger burning within him was toying with her hungers as well as their lips slammed together in a kiss. Her head tilted aback as she felt him pull at her hair. Gasping at the kisses burning down her neck and the tongue trace back up and once more lost in a kiss.

Her mind was a whirlwind but... he was speaking.

I want you too Canaan...

Feeling him fight with ehr bra one hadn reached back after he gave up and unhooked her bra slipping from her bra she tossed it away from them as her hands moved to tear at his shirt. Feeling the material give between her hands. She left the shirt there torn open as her fingernails began to dance over his chest her eyes locked in his as she gasped and almost purred at his urgent attention to her breasts.

Guess that is just a chance we will have to take and I can feed from you too Fae don't succumb to the risks of my feeding as quickly either.

Her eyes were shimmering.

So very hungry... for you... Now...

Her hands gripping his hair as she felt his lips on her breasts arching her back to press her breasts firmly against his lips.

 

[Veroe]

Favorite Scene continued

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IC: Canaan Alexander

"I want you too Canaan...Guess that is just a chance we will have to take and I can feed from you too Fae don't succumb to the risks of my feeding as quickly either."

Canaan leaned his head down and captured her nipple between his lips and aggressively circled her nipple with his tongue.

"Guess that is just a chance we will have to take and I can feed from you too," She had ripped open his shirt and her fingers and nails roamed over the pecs of his chest adding the pleasure and pain of her touch that only fueled his ardor for her, "Fae don't succumb to the risks of my feeding as quickly either."

He only grunted acknowledgement of what she said as his mouth was busy with her nipple. His tongue played over the top of it as he applied suction to it and nipped it with his teeth hard while pulling it away until it popped out from between his lips. Then he looked up into those deep brown eyes.

"So very hungry..." She murmured, "...For you... Now..." Her hands threaded through his hair now and guided his head back down leaning back to present her breasts again to his lips. He took the other gave it the same treatment rolling over until they were laying on the couch. She was underneath him. One hand gripped her breast as he sucked and teased the nipple with tongue and teeth as his other fought one handed to get his damned shirt off of him so he could employ it in much worthier pursuits like ridding her of her double-damned jeans for instance.

Of course it just had to hang around his wrist and growling in frustration around her nipple his other hand abandoned molding her breast and was forced to grab at the never-to-be-sufficiently damned shirt and tore it off. He threw it far away its hindrance to the touching of Karena soon forgotten. Now his hands and fingers were free to explore and claim every inch of her exposed skin with all the zeal of conquistadors searching for El Dorado.

His mouth wandered south down over her stomach. He spiraled his tongue around her navel and then inside followed by a nip to her stomach between it and the waistband of her jeans.

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IC: Karena

Her eyes shimmered as she tilted her head to watch him move lower. Feeling his lips near her jeans she moved her hands to fight between them with the suddenly overly constricting denim sealing her away from his hunger and blocking him from her hunger too. Taunting with their soft yet impenetrable existence till finally she got them opened up at least as her hands moved of their own desire back to slithering over Canaan caressing and clawing at him urging more from him as her own hunger bored deeper into her.

Feeling his hands and lips she gasped an almost growl of her own from the sheer pleasure and desire. Her fingernails dancing over his back and arms and through his hair it their own primitive intoxicating dance. Playing over nerves and sensual paths like a virtuoso musician. her legs and hips wriggling to try to begin getting her pants to slither their own way off of her only to more rub herself against him perhaps to encourage him to help her free herself from her denim captor.

 

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IC: Canaan Alexander

He threw the torn panties aside having never broken the kiss with her.

Underneath she was frantic, wriggling and kicking her jeans off of her, and finally Karena was laid bare naked to his touch. It was a freedom his hands took advantage of like a starving man at a banquet table.

Her tongue traced his lips knocking on his front door and demanding his tongue to come out and play. Who was he to deny her that?

Their tongues twined and dueled between their locked lips as his fingers curled digging in ten points into her delicate skin around her hips and pulling her pelvis up. At the same time her long legs wrapped around his hips opening her up saddle for any cowboy brave enough to try and mount her. The two motions combined dragged her wet hot core over the denim tent straining and stretched in frustration from his crotch.

Goddamned jeans-always cock-blocking him!

With a growl of frustration he broke the kiss to blaze a trail with his tongue down her neck and chest. He closed a nipple between his teeth and bit down growl of satisfaction at the gasp that elicited from her. Then ignoring her other breast he forged farther down her body over the flat plain of her stomach to the open valley between her legs. He had to slip off the couch, but he planted his knees wide to give him a solid base as his hands slipped under each buttock. He lifted her up to his mouth resting her spread thighs wide over his broad shoulders.

He lowered his head and sealed his lips to hers and thrust his tongue forward between them in a French kiss that would make even a French woman blush. His eyes raised to meet hers as his tongue did the tango inside her wet folds.

The juices of her passion tasted so good to Canaan . He could spend hours like this-lapping her up-devouring her.

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IC: Karena

With a gasp she arched her body at the sensation of his tongue trailing her body and sinking lower as her hips and legs lift draping her legs over his shoulder. She knew he was still clad in his jeans and that was not going to work. For a few moments she could not help but to indulge his hungry and urgent tongue. Slowly one leg moving to rest her foot on his shoulder as she stared into his eyes with a smile. With a wink however her foot on his shoulder pushed to knock him back. He had worn those jeans long enough. Once she felt him fall back she sprang up from the couch and sat across his hips. Her hands moved to the infernal jeans he wore and quickly opened the jeans as she stared hungrily into his eyes. Her eyes held a shimmer to them almost predatory as she smiled at him. She lifted up and leaning forward she traced fingernails down his chest before her lips kissed and nipped at his chest as her other hand tried to begin the decent of his jeans off his body.

 

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Note also the time it takes us to remove our clothing. Instead of just writing one line saying they stripped naked and got on to the doing of the nasty. We used the process of taking off our clothes to shed light on our characters mental states and the power of the passions driving them at that moment. That's another thing I'm very proud of how successful it turned out.

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IC: Canaan Alexander

The juices of her passion tasted so good to Canaan. He could spend hours like this-lapping her up-devouring her.

His tongue moved like a dancer within her moist folds, twirling, darting, and thrusting making her tremble and moan. Canaan enjoyed that. Every shuttered moan, every broken sigh, every quavering breath was music to his ears. He was conducting a concerto worthy of the great maestros with her body as his musical instrument.

He lifter her hips up letting her legs curl over his shoulders and rest her feet on them as he found the a particularly sensitive place within her that made his symphony of her pleasured noises rise to a crescendo. Her eyes and his met and he saw the change in her just before the wicked little smile wink to him. Then the foot on his shoulder pushed him back.

Over balanced he fell backwards landing on his back on her hardwood floor. He looked up to see her rise up from the couch walking over him completely bare and sexy as hell. Lowering so she straddled his hips. Giving him that devious little smile again she reached down and freed the fly of his jeans. As she traced her nails over his abs and chest with an arousing hunger in her eyes.

Then she bent down and laid a barrage of kisses interspersed with sharp exciting little nips over his pecs.

He growled in both arousal and frustration. His hand took hold of her ass pressing her sex tight against his. The other took a fistful of her hair and dragged her up to lock her lips in a fierce kiss. He broke the kiss but captured her bottom lip between his teeth pulling on it until it popped back into place.

He rolled them over so he was on top. They rolled hitting her coffee table and knocking over one of their mugs of coffee onto the floor. It wasn't even noticed by Canaan. All that was in his world at this moment was Karena: Her lips, the soft curves against his hard body, and the welcoming heat against another part of his body. A body part that had waited long enough.

He reached down pulling and struggling to push his jeans over his hips without losing any contact with that warmth. He growled in frustration again as it was taking too long.

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IC: Karena

She purred at the gripping her hair and the intensity of the kiss. Feeling them roll over. Inhaling softly she fed just a little from him though distracted by his aggravation at his clearly stubborn jeans. Wriggling her hips against him undulating her body under him in such a way to slowly off balance him and rolling them over again with a nip at his lips before standing and moving to the stairs. Curling her finger to beckon him to follow her she licked her lips and spoke in a hunger and passion filled voice.

Lose the jeans Canaan... and don't take too long...

She then smiled and laid back along the stair rail with one hand keeping her balanced the other moving to caress up over her chest and along the side of her ear and through her hair.

 

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IC: Canaan Alexander

He reached down pulling and struggling to push his jeans over his hips without losing any contact with that warmth. He growled in frustration again as it was taking too long.

She was playing a wickedly torturous game wriggling her hips and dragging her hot wet sex over the tent his trapped and straining cock was making in his jeans. It made Canaan half-growl in frustration and half-moan in pleasure from the sensations her motions were causing.

He gasped in surprise as the rocking of her hips sharpened and he was rolled over hitting the sofa again. Karena was now straddling Canaan. He looked up at her as she smiled down at him mischievously. She bent down and nipped at his lips which he returned in kind. His hands roamed up and down her thighs.

Suddenly she raised up and walked over to the stairs. He lifted up on his elbows watching her tight sexy ass sway with each step.

He shook his head as if coming out of a dream. What had happened? His hunger had been controlling him again. What was he going to do to Karena? Persey had said she could survive him, but he didn't know that for certain, and it wouldn't be the first time his sister had lied to him if she couldn't. Was he going to risk hurting her like he had hurt Naomi?

Spinning around to face him she said. "Lose the jeans Canaan..." She leaned back against the rail of the stairway. She smiled at him mischievously again adding, "... and don't take too long..."

He got up on his feet watching her. Her eyes were on his as she ran her hand over the slope of her breast and up her chest and along the side of her neck to run through her long dark hair.

He wanted her. He had to have her.

He hadn't realized he had shucked off his jeans and closed the distance between. He raised a hand cupping her breast for his lips. He stepped between her legs. His other hand raised her leg hooking it over his hip.

He couldn't fight it. He wanted her. He needed Karena. He shouldn't have come. If she suffered the same fate Naomi had...he would never forgive himself.

The head of his cock pressed against the opening of her sex and he paused, but that was all the will power he could muster against the full weight of his hunger for this woman. His head lifted looking into her eyes hanging over the final precipice. One shove and he would ravish this woman right here and feed from her life energy in her orgasms...and he doubted he'd be able to stop himself once he began.

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IC: Karena

She saw the jeans tossed away and now could see every bit of him. Lips parting in a silent gasp. Watching him close the distance then to seem to hesitate she whispered in his ear.

Why don't we go upstairs Canaan...

Her hand moving to caress through his hair. Feeling that firm heat and hunger as her hips pressed closer wanting to feel more. Her mind was spinning what the he'll was she thinking getting involved with a fey in this town but her hunger did not care she wanted him... strangely almost needed him. Her hunger was insanely intense towards him and what was happening here between them was maybe out of both of their control and she was comfortable with that.