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[Omnilore]

Harsen, that two-faced pig. He was a bloody lying thief, and Calsuphur knew it. Harsen had a feeling the Dark Lord suspected him, which was mostly why the thieving manwhore was damn-near pissing himself on the elevator ride up to Cal's office on the top floor of the Scarlet Tower Resort. The weasel of a man watched as the LED display above the door counted higher, ultimately sending him to his most likely bloody fate on Floor Forty.

Thirty Eight....

Thirty Nine.....

Forty -- DING!

Harsen's breath nearly caught in his throat as the elevator doors opened to reveal a long, black marble hallway leading to two large double doors that were propped open. Inside the doors was a fairly spacious office and a black wood desk right in the center. In a high-back leather office chair sat Cal, leaning back with his legs crossed on the top of the desk and his arms folded behind his head, staring through the doorway, down the hall and right into the elevator, making eye contact with Harsen the moment the elevator doors opened.

Harsen's heart jumped into his throat as Cal motioned him to come into the office with a gesture of two fingers. The Dark Lord flashed him a radiant smile, showing off his pearly white teeth. With each step down the black marble hallway, Harsen knew it was one step closer to death. As he walked, he passed the portraits that adorned the walls, testaments to the Dark Lord's many lives. Once he stepped into the office, he saw these walls were decorated with many shelves holding books and scrolls, trinkets and artifacts. Higher up above the shelves were a variety of weapons, from swords and shields to axes and hammers to guns and shell casings. Along the back wall behind the desk were two more double doors leading to Cal's penthouse suite, though these were currently shut.

"Harsen. Please, sit," the Dark Lord said, still smiling. The thief lowered himself into one of the two chairs on the other side of the desk. Cal stood up, walked over to a shelf, and grabbed a bottle of bright blue liquid and two glasses. Back at the desk, he set the glasses down and popped the top off the bottle, pouring them both a drink. "Do you know what this is?"

"It's Drow Ale, my Lord," he said with a gulp. Cal nodded.

"Aye," he responded. "You have served me loyally for many years, Harsen. And for that, we shall have one drink as men before your punishment begins."

"P-punishment, sir?" Harsen asked. "Have I done something to anger you?"

"Bloody hell, man!" Calsuphur cried. "Do you honestly think to play me a fool? Think you've come across some sort of brilliance in casting yourself in this charade of innocence? You dare to steal from me and then cover it up in some cheap attempt at perceived ignorance? Are you honestly so remarkably dimwitted that you actually deluded yourself into believing that there would be no consequences for your treachery?"

"I'm sorry, my Lord..."

"You're sorry? You're sorry?" Cal repeated Harsen's words in a higher pitched tone. "You think you're sorry now? Just wait till you empty that glass... I treated you quite well, old friend. You had quite the privileged life, even for a slave."

"But a slave's life, nonetheless," replied Harsen. "I was going to use the gold to buy my way off this island..."

"And you actually deceived yourself into thinking I would not find you?"

"Hope was the only thing keeping me from ending my own existence..."

"And now I will end it for you," replied Cal with a smirk. "Finish your drink so we can begin."

The two men toasted and gulped down their ale, after which Cal motioned for Harsen to stand. "Because of your years of dedicated service to me, your suffering will not endure as long as it has for others. Had you been any other man, your torment would drag on for months. You will scream in agony, but I will end it after exactly ten minutes. Ten minutes of absolute torture, followed by death. Are you ready?"

"I have not a choice..." Harsen replied, gulping hard. Cal nodded, raised a hand, and shot out a blast of bright blue lightning. The impact sent the thief crashing to the floor, as the Dark Lord walked to stand over him and renewed his assault, arcing lighting from both hands as Harsen screamed and thrashed on the black marble. The electricity was derived from negative emotions, causing every nerve in the pulsating thief's body to ignite with unbearable pain while simultaneously filling his mind with his worst memories and greatest fears.

As the ten minute mark came and went, Calsuphur continued to torture the poor man, smiling maniacally at the absolute terror in Harsen's eyes when he realized the Dark Lord had lied -- it would not end that quickly. It actually dragged on for nearly three hours before Cal finally engulfed the man in flames and watched him burn alive until only a pile of ash remained. He then snapped his fingers and the ashes vanished, reappearing in a nearby trash can.

"Well, that was fun," Cal said as he stretched. "I think I fancy a dip in the pool now. Yes, I'd rather like that." He had an odd habit of talking to himself.

 

[Mairu]

Luna was mad. Very mad. She had came to lusthaven to find one fucking little dark daughter, to find not one but 20 damn ones! Now after killing them she was still mad and as she and Death who had done the decisive blow of each one, went to this night club, getting a drink while Death watched, knowing not to say anything while Luna was still mad, her eyes still faintly glowing, electricity crackling around her.

"Damned Dark daughters, I will find them no matter where they hide!" Luna's glass shook and she managed to calm down, not wanting to break the fragile glass and loose her drink, actually liking the soothing taste as she calmed down.

"So Death, anymore of them that you know of?" Death only shook his head, having a bored expression as he looked around and Luna drank, the Life immortal, grinning. "Well I guess that means we can have some fun. Hehe."

Death only smiled before talking. "Yes we shall Life."

Then she whirled around, grinning at him."You know you are the only one allowed to call me that right?"

He nodded. "As you are the only one allowed to call me Death. You have someone yet." At that Luna shook her head, finding a magical blood donor was one of the hardest things, since so many didn't want to donate to what they thought was a human, even if she was the highest immortal of her kind.

So as she sat there with Death, she watched the people her blue eyes holding a hint of sadness in them.

 

[Aliceinchains36]

The Island of Lusthaven

Roxy hummed happily to herself as she walked along the beach. It was one of her favorite activities, the water lapping at her ankles and her toes churning up wet sand. Her humming paused for a disappointed sigh as she looked up to see her destination up the beach. She turned her back to the clear blue water and made her way up the beach to The Drunken Sailor.

Roxy cleaned the sand from her feet and smoothed out her yellow floral sundress before entering the pub. Her entrance was met with several wolf-whistles and cat-calls, but she ignored them as she approached the bar. "Excuse me,"She said to the bartender, "Is Master Murdock here? Mistress Abigail needs him to deal with something for her." Roxy said, her high cheerful voice sounding out of place in the loud tavern.

Under Ancient and Nameless Stars

Abigail's naked hips swayed to the slow music, her keen ears waiting for the change in tempo that would signal the ritual's beginning. She was naked in the center of a large overgrown field. A perfect circle of dirt had been dug in the center of the field, it's diameter exactly thirteen feet across. Evenly spaced around the edge of the circle were ten men wearing animal skins and painted in blood. The each beat huge drums held in their laps and chanted an ancient spell in a long forgotten tongue. Further into the circle were seven slender stone poles carved with intricate runes. These poles were spaced with four bonfires that surrounded Abigail on each side, each fire aligned with the cardinal directions. Four poles were placed evenly between the fires, while two were placed in front of the south fire and one in front of the north fire. In the middle Abigail waited, waited for the moonlight to shine over her and for the ceremony to begin.

Abigail's hips continued to slowly sway for another ten minutes before the drums slowed. She knew that the moon was directly overhead and the ritual was about to begin. As the drummers began to scream in their harsh guttural language, Abigail prepared herself for what was to come.

The drums began to pound at a furious pace in an instant, and Abigail's body launched into action almost of its own accord. She gracefully moved through the complex dance, her slender pale frame moving like a snake to the furious rhythm of war drums. As the dance grew more complicated, and the fires began to burn hotter, Abigail could feel a sheen of sweat forming on her skin, but she couldn't stop. To stop now was death.

She danced between the fires for what seemed like eternity, when she felt the rhythm begin to reach a crescendo. She finished the final moves before standing complete still in the very center of the circle, her hands and face turned towards the pale full moon above her. She screamed in agony as the fires exploded around her, enveloping her body in an orb of flames. She could feel her skin charr, but held her stance, waiting for the next phase. She knew it had begun when she heard the drummers' screams. She couldn't see it, but she knew the poles were emitting blue beams of energy that were spinning around the edge of the circle. She knew nothing would be left of the drummers but piles of burnt and bloody bones, but that didn't matter. She could feel the energy building as the beams bounced back and hit her will their full force. She held her stance, directing the energy from the beams into her hands, then upwards towards the great pale disk that hung in the midnight sky over her head. She watched as the energy raced upwards and hit the moon.

As soon as the beam hit, Abigail dropped to the ground, writhing in pain. Her screams of agony almost seemed to drown out the impossibly loud crack that filled the sky. The blue beam hit the moon, and it's energy crawled across the surface, like a rock hitting a window. After a moment the moon exploded, raining huge chunks of stone onto the ground below.

Abigail fought the pain, she knew that if she survived the burns for a few more moments she'd win. She heard the roar, and felt the ground rumble as the great beast hit the ground. Then her burnt skin peeled away to reveal soft new porcelain skin underneath. Abigail stood up and looked at her healer. A towering demon, with midnight black skin, split by lines of deep red. It was human in shape except for the enormous wings that sprouted from its back, and the massive horns that crowned its head.

"You? You tiny little creature dare to challenge me? How dare you! You will be annihilated pitiful creature!" The great demon bellowed to the naked, but unflinching witch. "Do your worst." She responded, her palms glowing with frost.

The great creature slammed its immense fist into Abigail, but was surprised when his target flickered and disappeared when his attack hit. "Behind you." Abigail growled launching a full avalanche of ice and snow of the creature. Her torrent of magical cold hit the creature like a freight train and launched it through the air. The creature soared through the air at spectacular speed before it abruptly stopped, its chest impaled on an immense ice spike. After a moment the creature fell to the ground, its limbs immobilized by huge sheets of ice.

Abigail approached the creature, wiping a trickle of blood from her nose. "That took much from me." She panted when she reached the creatures gigantic head. "Do you concede my victory?" She asked it. The demon struggled against the ice for a few moments, but it's heavy bleeding forced it to stop. "I concede. You have bested me. What do you wish of me?" It asked, it's booming voice sounding hollow and defeated.

Abigail ignored the question, instead summoning a small bag from the edge of the field. She pulled out a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra. She pulled these on, followed by a billowing black skirt, a pair of thigh high black and purple socks, a pair of black heeled boots, and a black and purple corset. She then pulled out three glowing emeralds from the pack. She closed her hand around the gems and sighed in relief, her tired posture returning to its normal proud state. She dropped the emeralds, which now looked like dull green rocks, onto the ground.

"Much better. Now as for what I want..." She said pulling a long ancient looking dagger with runes carved into the blade and a ruby hilt from her bag. "Well, I want your soul." She said, levitating to the creatures chest. She used the dagger to slash open her hand, before slathering the blood into a circle of the creatures heart.

"No! You cannot! That is forbidden magic!" The creature bellowed. "And who is around to forbid me from preforming it?" Abigail replied, drawing runes from her blood in and around the circle she made. "If I am removed, this realm will be destroyed! You mustn't do this!" The demon demanded. "So what? I don't live here." Abigail replied before plunging the dagger through the bloody circle she drew, and into the creature's heart.

The demon bellowed in pain, but Abigail ignored it as she began whispering the spell. After a moment the blood runes began to glow like fire, and the creature's agonized screams grew louder. Abigail watched as the creature's body began to wither away, and the ruby in the dagger's hilt began to glow. She smirked as the creature's cries faded, as it slowly became mummified. Abigail removed the dagger from the dead creature's chest and looked at the ruby that now glowed like fire. "Perfect." She said in satisfaction. She summoned a purple portal, and left the crumbling dimension behind.

 

[Purifier]

The whole room was a whirling mess of colors, the music a cacophony of sounds, low pumping bass, frantic drumbeat and shrill high notes. But then after a while, after a few drinks, a few trips severed by one of those friendly waiters with curly fur, goat legs and curved horns, all began to take shape to make sense. What seemed to be just a random chaos of sound, began to become music, a grand improvisation of master musicians of all regions of the worlds, there were passionate solos by a New Orleans jazz saxophonist, Kurdish temburs dueling with Iranian setars, the irresistible melodies of a magical pan flute played by a feral satyr, and all of it driven forward by the beats of tribal drums and percussions from the Congo and Mongolia. Hellishly intricate melodies driven forward by simple but relentless rhythms. The dance floor was full of bodies, twisting and moving, completely lost in the manic beat of the music. Most of the dancers were young, beautiful females, none much older than eighteen years. They were of many nations and colors but right now the music, so frantic, so rich with sexual allusions, was the only language they needed or wanted.

This was main dance floor of the Septagon, the headquarters of the Crimson Revelers.

Leaned to the glittering wall stood a tall handsome man, his long black hair tied into ponytail. In his hand he held a cocktail glass as he watched the bodies twirl around under the multicolored lights and strobe flashes. They were new arrivals, girls from all over the world, brought here by the lure of the Revelers’ many recruiters. All among this batch had been brought here voluntarily, hoping for careers in acting, modelling or dancing. Little did they knew of the fate that was awaiting them. But yet when he watched their movements, witnessed the hunger, the lust in their dance, they seemed to be asking for it, their lithe bodies yearning for the touch of someone more powerful, more passionate then the average human male, longing for the ecstasy only a true master of sexual magick was able to provide.

A true master like him, Alonso De Galan. Headmaster of the Septagon’s slave training facilities.

The large entrance door opened, and in walked a group of males. Clad in black leader and glistening chrome, build like gladiators in an ancient arena, all muscle and sinew and primal energy. De Galan knew they’d be like a pack of wolves, unleashed on a herd of sheep. A herd of sheep all too willing to offer their tender throats to these wolves, too blind for the dangers these beasts’ savage appetites posed for their youthful existence. Quickly, De Galan waved a handful of the satyrs towards him. With swift gestures he pointed at a number of those fine young specimen he had selected for himself, prospective trainees for his school he did not want to become ruined by the savage bikers, the Hounds of Hell. This was a rather promising batch, he didn’t want them all to become wasted by these predators. Those he didn’t pick though they could have. What ever happened to these girls did no longer matter to him. He had made his selection, had the satyrs usher away the lucky few. But were they lucky indeed?

 

[Aliceinchains36]

"Boss ain't here right now." The bartender grunted. "Oh. Alright then. In that case can I leave this with you?" Roxy asked handing the man a rolled up piece of parchment. "It's a list of names Mistress Abigail wants killed. She's too busy to do it herself." Roxy explained as the man looked over the list. "I'll see to it that the boss gets this." The bartender said placing the scroll behind the bar. "Thank you so much!" Roxy beamed. She said her goodbyes to the bartender and left the bar, her feet carrying her back to the beach.

Roxy had no other assignments from Abigail, so she decided to take a swim in the cool blue water. She pulled off her dress, to reveal her tanned naked body for all the world to see. She didn't bother wearing anything when she went swimming, preferring to feel the water on her bare skin. Roxy walked into the water going deeper until she could swim. She dove under the water before surfacing again, a bright smile on her face. She continued to swim around, waiting for Abigail, or someone else, to give her something to do.

 

[themercwithamouth]

Bruce walked into the Drunken Sailor, a place for those who make their living off of the misfortunes of others. Spacious, filled with light as it was just after noon, there were various signs advertising beer, different trophies acquired by the various regulars, and a large blackboard listing everyone who was available and their price. Constantly filled with a combination of regular folk and the mercenaries who operated out of the joint, it was surprising well kept and clean.

Bruce sat down at his reserved seat at the bar. The bartender made him his usual and while Bruce was drinking, the bartender informed him of Roxy's visit. Looking over the list, Bruce grew visibly angry. "I provide Abigail with guards, not assassins. I specifically made the offer of assassins and she refused, saying she only needs guards. Now she expects me to just fill contracts without pay? That was never the deal! I don't care if she's an all powerful witch, she has to pay just like anyone else. Now," he said, turning to the bartender, "how was she treated?"

The bartender, used to having to listen to his inner dialogue, sighed and informed him that a few of the younger mercs had catcalled and generally disrespected her, specifying one particular one who had done the majority of it. Bruce finished his drink and walked back to where that one particular merc was sitting. Seeing his boss, the new bounty hunter looked up, gestured to an empty chair, saying, "What's up boss?"

Sitting in the offered chair, Bruce said, "I heard you disrespected the young lady who walked in not too long ago, did you?"

The young man replied, "Not really boss, I just catcalled her a little, she was really hot."

"Ah," Bruce replied. "Now, I want you to look at the list of people who are to be treated extra kindly and tell me what you see."

Looking over at the list, he paled when he saw Roxy's face on the list. He immediately began groveling, "Please, boss, I didn't know, I'm sorry, I really am, I never would've done it if I had known."

"Oh I'm sure you wouldn't have," Bruce said, "but it still stands that you disrespected a valuable business associate and for that I'm going to give you your first and last lesson of being a mercenary, be observant." And with that he pulled out a pistol underneath the table and put a bullet through the man's kneecap. As the man toppled over, screaming in pain, Bruce quickly relieved him of all weapons. He then stood up, and addressed the silent crowd. "There should be no disrespect in this establishment, but especially not to those on the list. There aren't many names on it, so it should be easy to memorize. I will tolerate the occasional bad behavior, but not to any whom I have specifically told you all to stay away from. Let this be a lesson to all of you, you will respect my anyone I tell you to or you won't survive to disrespect them again."

He then grabbed the man writhing on the floor and carried him out back, through him in the dumpster, and put another bullet through his head. He walked back inside and asked the bartender if he knew where Roxy went. He replied that she had gone in the direction of the beach. Bruce then hurried to the beach, hoping to find her and discuss the problem they now had. He saw her swimming and called out to her.

 

[Aliceinchains36]

Roxy was floating in the water with her eyes closed, enjoying the serenity of nature when she heard her name being called. She opened her eyes to see Bruce standing on the beach beaconing her towards him. Roxy swam towards the beach, her many hours spent in the water making her a fast swimmer. She reached the shallows in less than a minute and walked up onto the beach. She approached Bruce wringing out her hair.

"Hello Master Bruce. I'm guessing that you're here about Mistress Abigail's list? Is there some kind of problem?" Roxy asked, not bothering to cover up. She rarely felt uncomfortable being naked in front of other people, and Bruce had seen her without clothes before anyways.

 

[themercwithamouth]

Having to tear his eyes away from Roxy's beautiful wet body, he refocused on the issue at hand. "Yes, actually, there is," he said. "I was hired to provide guards for Salem, Abigail specifically said she didn't want mercenaries or assassins, just guards. And now I get a list of people in supposed to have my men kill. That wasn't the deal, I'm happy to take care of them, but even the great Abigail Williams has to pay me to fill her contracts. So is there some sort of payment coming Roxy?"

 

[Aliceinchains36]

"Um, Mistress Abigail suspected you'd say something like that. And I'm really sorry about this, but she told me to tell you: 'Bruce if you make me waste my time killing these plebeians I will be very upset. Get off your lazy ass and deal with these problems. The items you take from the targets should be at least double your rate, and if I hear of you questioning me again I'll burn that seedy little shack of yours to the ground.'" Roxy recited, clearly uncomfortable with what she had been ordered to say.

"Forgive both Mistress Abigail and me for that Master Bruce. She's been on edge lately. She really is terribly busy. She's preparing some grand ritual that even I don't understand. But if the treasures you take from... from the men on the list aren't enough payment, I'm sure Mistress Abigail wouldn't mind you taking a few slaves from her pens as additional payment. Roxy said somewhat nervously. "Please just do this. I'd hate to see you or any of your men injured." Roxy added.

 

[themercwithamouth]

Bruce mulled it over, clearly not happy with the situation. "Here's my problem Roxy, my men are assassin's, not thieves and robbers, we don't take stuff from the people we kill, makes it easier for the families of those who are killed to get by. And even if we were to do it, I really don't want the reputation of just being a servant of your mistress who just does her dirty work whenever she wants me to, that would ruin business. Roxy, why can't you run the place, you're so much more agreeable than your mistress," he says, trying to think of a way to make this work for all parties.

"Also, I wanted to apologize for the way you were treated when you walked in earlier today. The problem has been dealt with, it's just newbies tend to be idiots. Every young guy thinks that bounty hunting is the easiest job in the world, kill people for money, most of them end up dead after 6 months on the job, so the problem tends to correct itself, but I'm sorry for the way you were treated."

 

[Aliceinchains36]

"I'm sorry? I don't understand why you're apologizing. I was treated fine when I was at your bar. Your bartender took the scroll as soon as I handed it to him." Roxy said in confusion.

"But I'm not important. Mistress Abigail is. I know she can be a tad bit harsh at times, but it would be best for everyone if you went through with the contracts. If taking the treasures these men have isn't sufficient, maybe I could reimburse your men with their own slaves. Or I could raise the discount at Salem. That really is the best I can do. Mistress Abigail won't mind losing some of her stock, but she won't bother to pay you." Roxy said, begging to panic at the thought of failing her Mistress.

 

[themercwithamouth]

"Ok, if you can do that, then this is what I want," he said, knowing that extra privileges at Salem were almost better than payment. "First, my men can choose two slaves a day, not just one. Second, for the next two weeks, my men don't have to use the smallest rooms, they can use medium rooms, not the largest but not the smallest. And finally, I get my own deal, I can use whatever room I want once a day and get two slaves a day and once a week, I can go use the dungeon, that sound fair? Your list was a sizable one, I think that works."

 

[Mairu]

After awhile of sitting and drinking Luna started getting a headache and sighed, wondering what was wrong. Alcohol even made for magic users didn't affect her so she wondered what it was and grumbled, hoping it would go away. After a half hour though it didn't and she sighed, looking at Death.

"Come on Death, we are leaving." Luna then payed and with Death walking after her she went out, deciding to look around at the other places, wondering what she could do to get rid of her boredom.

Finally Luna decided to pay a visit to a place she had heard about, called the Drunken Sailor and with Death went there, eyeing the people and went to the bar, keeping an eye out for people. She wasn't very well know and being a lady...... let's just say she had to take precautions.

 

[Aliceinchains36]

"Absolutely! I'll draw up the new contract as soon as I get back to Salem." Roxy said in relief. "You should have your men get through the list as soon as possible. I don't know when Mistress Abigail will return, but it will be better for everyone if those men are out of the way." Roxy said grabbing her dress from the sand. "Thank you for agreeing to this." Roxy said putting the dress back on. "I'm going to return to Salem now. Unless there's anything else you wish to discuss?"

 

[themercwithamouth]

"Roxy," he groaned, no longer trying to keep a straight face now that the business was over, "it's been too long," he said, adjusting the painful monster erection he was now sporting from her body, "if you wouldn't mind, I realm need to get rid of some stress, just not here in the open."

 

[themercwithamouth]

The men cautiously watched the newcomers entering the Drunken Sailor. It wasn't often that newcomers showed up, who obviously weren't from around there, and the woman was hot, but the patrons kept their distance, only occasionally glancing up, Bruce's warning still fresh in their mind.

The bartender walked over and asked if they needed anything.

 

[Mairu]

Luna smiled at the bartender and nodded. "I would like whatever you think is the best drink and give the same to my friend here. Also I heard this place had a second nature. Would you mind telling me that? I'm looking for a way to get rid of my boredom." Luna smiled gently, a glint behind her eyes though as she waited for an answer.

 

[themercwithamouth]

The bartender poured two drinks and said, "It's no big secret, this is the center for hiring mercenaries and assassins in Lusthaven. You want someone killed, you look at that board, you find what kind of assassin you want at what price point, and then they kill the guy. Don't know how it would sate your boredom though, the boss don't take too kindly to people who have us kill people just because."

 

[Mairu]

Luna grinned and her eyes glowed faintly. "Whoever said I would be the one hiring? I'm interested but more interested in being an assassin. Also don't laugh at it or anything just because I'm a woman, it's quite offensive and I don't know what I would do with my anger. It probably wouldn't be good. I could probably beat any of the current assassins you have anyway. So I would take the deal if I were you. Unless someone else runs this place which they probably do. I'll wait however long though. Also don't blame me if someone tries to start something. I'm much stronger then I look." Sasha's eyes then took on a more noticeable glow and she smiled. Her eyes then went dim and she sipped her drink, having a bored look.

 

[Aliceinchains36]

"Roxy," he groaned, no longer trying to keep a straight face now that the business was over, "it's been too long," he said, adjusting the painful monster erection he was now sporting from her body, "if you wouldn't mind, I realm need to get rid of some stress, just not here in the open."

"Oh! Yea sure, I can help." Roxy said looking at the impressive bulge in Bruce's pants. She led him to a small patch of palm trees that would block any prying eyes.

"I really don't understand you issue with being out in the open." Roxy said removing her dress and kneeling in front of Bruce. She deftly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She pulled them down just enough to free his monster erection from its cage. "There's nothing better than having an orgasm out in the open. The venerability makes it so much more powerful." Roxy said stroking Bruce in her soft hands before taking him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip before effortlessly taking his hard meat down her throat. Roxy stared up at Bruce through her thick eyelashes as her throat massaged his hard length.

After a few more moments of sucking and deep throating Roxy decided that Bruce was hard and slick enough for the main event. "Which hole would you prefer, Master?" Roxy asked rolling onto her stomach and raising her ass in the air. She grabbed both of her full cheeks and spread then open to reveal her wet pussy and tight pink rosebud. "I could also finish you in my mouth if you prefer Master." Roxy said looking over her shoulder at Bruce while licking her full lips.

 

[themercwithamouth]

"Reputation is why I don't fuck out in the open, also, I like intimacy," he groaned as she took him in her mouth. "For right now, none of the above, your juicy pussy looks too good to not have a taste. When was the last time you had your pussy well eaten?" He asks as he leans down and takes a long lick of her pussy, always thinking that she had one of the best tasting pussies he had ever had the pleasure of sampling.

The bartender maintained his composure and said, "We have plenty of women mercenaries, they just don't tend to hang out here, and just letting you know, you sound like every other newbie I've ever seen. But the boss makes the decisions, he's out right now and I don't know when he'll be back, so you might as well get yourselves comfortable. And is your boyfriend here going to also become an assassin?"

 

[Mairu]

Luna's eyes glittered and she lost her smile but maintained her composure and said in a low voice. "I am no newbie at this and Death here is not my boyfriend, let's get that straight." Luna actually glanced over at Death who blinked once then smiled, amused and then Luna turned her attention back to the bartender. "Also yes, we do this together, he is kind of important." Luna then sipped her drink, not telling anymore as she was not going to be that trusting. She was still keeping an eye out though as her attitude could cause..... some disturbances.

 

[Aliceinchains36]

Roxy moaned as Bruce began to lick her excited pussy. "Mmmmmmmm. A few days ago, be-before Mistress Abigail left. Sh-Ohhhh! She made Bella eat me until I came." Roxy moaned, grinding herself against the rugged assassin's face. As Bruce's tongue began to penetrate Roxy's tight hole, she reached down between her legs and began to play with her engorged clit.

"Oh my Gods this feels good!" Roxy screamed as she felt herself reaching her peak. "Mmmmaster! I'm about to-ooooooo. About to cum!" Roxy screamed as Bruce's talented tongue worked on her sensitive pussy.

 

[themercwithamouth]

"Yes, cum for me Roxy," Bruce groaned into her pussy, shoving two fingers into her pussy as his tongue continued to work its magic, her juices tasting delicious.

"Whatever you say, but if you're going to stay, just don't bother anyone," the bartender said, "Call me if you need anything."

 

[Mairu]

Luna nodded, sipping her drink peacefully and keeping an eye out, not worrying about time as it was endless to her. Many lives may be fleeting but hers? It just kept going. It was probably going to stay that way as anytime someone even sliced her in half she just disappeared in sparkles and then regenerated. It was all a very weird and complicated process but she had all the time in the world to wait for this boss of the bartender.