This RP includes<b>non-consensual themes</b>so look away if that doesn’t float your boat! Visit the out-of-character thread for a detailed list of kinks and a collection of all the lore that we’ve built so far.<br/><br/>We’re currently<b>accepting new players</b>by application in<a class="internalLink" href="https://forums.darknestfantasy.com/index.php?threads/inner-sanctum-ooc.39448/">the OOC thread</a>.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 22px"><b>Spoils of the Inner Sanctum</b></span><br/><br/><img alt="[​IMG]" class="bbCodeImage LbImage" data-url="http://i.imgur.com/U59dfMZ.jpg" src="http://i.imgur.com/U59dfMZ.jpg" style=""/><br/><br/>High noon in Sunwatch was hot as hell during the summer, but its citizens carried parasols for protection and slouched under wide sunshades on the balconies and terraces of its many cafeterias and restaurants. Most were dressed in elegant, Victorian style suits and dresses, but it was not uncommon to wear bikinis or swimwear especially in districts with public pools. At night, it got cooler, but the stone streets still buzzed with people who preferred the cozier, lantern-lit atmosphere. There was laughter, pouring of wine, tinkling of silver cutlery, clicking of heels on stone, and rattling of chainmail armor of city guards who kept the peace. It was a wonderful life for the hundreds of thousands of humans and elves, a population of the happiest people in the realm, who didn’t know any better of what went down behind the immense stone wall that circled around the hilltop center of the city and separated public space from the inner sanctum of the city council. Behind the wall, as the citizens were made believe, was just the place to hold council meetings, and there was really no reason for anyone to otherwise want inside.<br/><br/>Sheri liked to pretend she was human, although she’d never be able to set foot outside the sanctum without risking to expose its dearly kept secrets. The dark-blue, almost black, gothic attire that she wore would fit right in with the crowd, but it was near-impossible to disguise the fact that she had a pair of thick hooves for feet. Because of them, she stood nearly a foot taller in comparison to a human of her body size, and made clips and clops with every step she took. In the end, though, it didn’t matter, since the inner sanctum alone had everything she needed, a district of the city just as beautiful as the rest of them, and even more on the luxurious side. Besides, she owned it all, and could make any changes she desired.<br/><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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</div><br/>Guards saluted as the woman made her way towards the sandstone stairs of the dungeon entrance.<br/><br/>“How’s it going?” Sheri casually asked one of them, making conversation, while another unlocked and opened the heavy door.<br/><br/>“It’s all good, ma’am,” the young man replied, “Been a quiet night.”<br/><br/>“Ah, very well. What about in private?” the midnight-haired woman spoke from between her dark-blue lips and examined the soldier with deeply shaded eyes of her ghastly, pale-white face, “Own any slaves?”<br/><br/>“No, ma’am. I live outside the wall,” he replied, eyes widening at the unusual inquiry.<br/><br/>“I see,” Sheri said bluntly and paused for a bit, thinking of where to go from here, “Getting laid, though?”<br/><br/>Now the other, female guard, too, gave them a nervous look, and the man shared it with her.<br/><br/>“You banging her?” Sheri asked as she noticed the glances and squinted her eyes with genuine curiosity.<br/><br/>“No, no, ma’am,” the man blurted, “I visit the harems sometimes.”<br/><br/>“Good, good,” Sheri nodded, her thoughts beginning to drift, “Want a blowjob?”<br/><br/>“Ma’am?” the guard questioned in confusion.<br/><br/>“Only kidding,” Sheri said without a smile, and then walked through the open door past the guards, noting over her shoulder, “As you were.”<br/><br/>The state of the dungeon was a bit of a mess with wrinkled carpets, fallen drapes, and with arbitrary articles of clothing scattered across the corridors. Some guest bedchamber doors were open and unhinged, with moans, grunts, and bursts of laughter carrying out from inside. It was the same circus every year with the foreign traders who had a very different idea of a good time from what Sheri had been used to, so she normally tended not to visit the dungeon during their stay. However, it was the only way to have a quick word with Kerelith without having to rely on a courier, so she decided to make the walk from her manor to the underground entrance, past the guest dormitories carved in the light-brown sandstone of the hill that the city was built on, down the stairwell to the third basement floor, and to the far end of the corridor that connected the recreational upper part of the underground complex to the darker prisons below. There, at the crossroads, was the entrance to the the private chambers of the dungeon keeper.<br/><br/>Sheri picked up the iron knocker and clicked it three times. After a moment, the lock was rattled, and the door opened slightly ajar. The light-skinned brunette woman behind parted her bright-red lips in surprise of her visitor, but then whispered, “I’m busy!”<br/><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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</div><br/>“Can I come in?” Sheri whispered in return. Instead of answering, the other woman opened the door wider, squeezed herself outside with two clicks of heavy hooves on the stone, and with the shape of her immensely thick hips brushing the frame and the door, careful not to push the door open too far, and then pulled it nearly shut behind her afterwards. It had to be left slightly ajar, because her tail was still inside.<br/><br/>“I’m with a slave,” Kerelith whispered, “Is this important?”<br/><br/>“Aren’t you always with a slave?” Sheri asked, starting to feel nervous of having to whisper. Then she looked down at Kerelith’s humongous bust that didn’t even show any cleavage. “What the fuck is that?” she whispered out loud.<br/><br/>“It’s a dress!” Kerelith sighed, and then looked over her shoulder, holding the door, and snaked her long, skin-colored tail into the corridor, curled around the wide, white hem, so she could finally seal the room.<br/><br/>“It looks like two bed sheets wrapped around your body,” Sheri said, no longer whispering, “Why’d you even wear a dress for a slave?”<br/><br/>“So I can surprise her when I take it off!” Kerelith replied, and then added, “...of course.”<br/><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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</div><br/>“Fine, whatever,” Sheri said, “Let me in so we can fuck.”<br/><br/>“Not now!” Kerelith hissed, “She’s a very special girl. I need this to be perfect.”<br/><br/>“All my guests left,” Sheri sighed and leaned closer in, “I need your cock.”<br/><br/>The curvy brunette bit her lower lip but didn’t reply. Then she shook her head, which made Sheri sigh again and roll her eyes in frustration.<br/><br/>“I came all the way here just so you could fuck me!” Sheri wailed with lowered voice, “You’re choosing a slave over me? Can I at least see her?”<br/><br/>“You can see her when she’s ready,” Kerelith said and then looked all pretty with eyes wide open and lips slightly pursed while locking her eyes with Sheri’s. The slightly taller woman, dressed in midnight blue, bowed her head slowly until the side of her nose brushed against Kerelith’s, and then pressed their lips together, the dark blue on the bright red of the brunette’s, the pale-white skin in soft contrast with the other woman’s healthier, light tone. Kerelith pressed forth and kissed Sheri’s mouth with her tongue, so the gigantic bust of the plain white dress bumped into the woman’s elegant dark blue outfit. They held hands for a moment, tongues entwined, and then Kerelith pulled back to say goodbye.<br/><br/>“I’ll make it up to you,” she said and stepped backwards against the door.<br/><br/>“Just come back to me when you’re done,” Sheri sighed and turned to leave, “And take off that stupid dress. It’s fucking ridiculous.”<br/><br/>When Sheri was gone, Kerelith went back inside, where the blindfolded and ball-gagged girl was still suspended in the air by the wrists of her straightened arms, but with a small wooden table below on which to rest the tips of her toes. While Kerelith was short for a succubus, the girl was short for a human, so she wasn’t too high up in comparison as the demon stood tall on a pair of hooves. Before continuing her preparations, Kerelith took a look at herself in the tall oval mirror on the wall, smirked at the sight of the white dress now with a clearer mind, and decided never to show it to anyone ever again. Besides, she’d be able to give the girl the desired surprise already upon removal of the blindfold. The demon unstrapped the dress, let it fall on the floor, and pushed it under the bed with the tip of her black hoof. The girl still wore the clothes she’d had on her during the auction earlier that day, and they looked like something she had probably had on her the day she had been caught. Kerelith was now in the nude, but the girl was still blissfully unaware of what awaited her. All she knew of her situation so far, after being brought in by two human servants, were the sounds heard earlier in the room of someone arranging clothes and various objects around, muffled clopping of a pair of hooves on thick carpet, the opening and closing of the door, and now silence with the creeping knowledge that someone was quietly watching.<br/><br/>At first, Kerelith loosened the suspender rope on its wall fixture just enough that the girl could lower her feet on the table surface, and then proceeded to undo the ball-gag so she’d have a chance to speak even before the blindfold was removed. Without any reply to whatever she might have said, Kerelith then took off the wrap of black cloth that had covered the girl’s eyes, and stepped backwards to stand in front of her, eyes squinted and glimmering of excitement of what was to come, in the cozy candlelight of the elaborately decorated sandstone chamber.<br/><br/>To the left, the girl could see a massive double bed, almost entirely coated with random articles of clothing, all the way from the wooden footboard next to the table below her to the elaborate headboard at the far left wall. To the right of the small round table that she stood on was a light-brown sandstone wall decorated with metal candle holders and a couple of large paintings. Ahead was open space, then a wall with a door at its left corner, and a large bookshelf to the right. Straight in front, on a pair of black, hooved legs, stood a horned demon in the form of a gorgeous, naked woman with impossibly large breasts and hips, staring straight at the girl with a pair of beautiful, light-green, human eyes—yet even the delicate, soothingly feminine features of the rest of her body wouldn’t be able to lessen the shock from the sight of an enormous, pink-tipped horse-cock resting on the smooth skin of her overly thick thighs. With lips slightly parted, the demon said nothing, as she waited for the girl to respond, and to see the kind of personality she’d have the pleasure to deal with this time.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>