The Sinner Saint of a Desert Empire
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				Title: <strong>The Sinner Saint of a Desert Empire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 02:40:40</strong>
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				<em>In the far off reaches of the Kimari desert stands a tower of obsidian stone, surrounded by the capital city of the Kimari people. This tower does not stand alone, a giant stone mountain standing erect out of the ground towers ever so slightly above the obsidian pillar. Some strange force seems to manipulate the shadow this rock casts, for instead of following the movements of the sun, it always focuses on the tower. Covering the part of the city which stands between the two colossi in a perpetual state of twilight.<br><br>This tower houses the Lord who rules these lands and the Kimari who live in them. It was the first Lord since the Medon dynasty that has been able to keep the lands in stable political situation, enforcing trade relations with surrounding countries. The many rare and valuable products of the Kimari lands are traded at regular intervals even though their people are considered strange and unwelcome. In times past their trading parties have often been driven back into the desert which serves as the border of their lands, often with good reason. The means by which their Lord has recently enforced trading rights include threats, bribes and only in part honest diplomacy, making for tense stability at best.<br><br>The general layout of the capital city, makes it seem as if it is in fact one large house. Every small building is interconnected, and the ground floor has at least several hundred entries and exits. Hallways are used for all sorts of common practices such as pottery or the manufacturing rope and hunting tools. The genetic traits inherited by the Kimari and the pigment patterns that show these traits more than often predetermine what kind of occupation a Kimari takes. These occupations seem always to better the group or race as a whole, instead of our specialist workers who sell their masterpieces. Just as procreation is a group effort for them, so is the hunting, the pottery, the masonry and even music and dance to ease the soul's worries or to celebrate a successful hunt.<br><br>The black pigment patters, often resembling large and sometimes full body tattoos, show rank and function as said before, and are corresponding to the Kimari's genetic traits. Though these pigment patterns also double as heat collectors, which direct the warmth from the sun across the skin all the way down into the body where the collected energy is stored and used for physical tasks and the working of the organs. The common iris colouration for a Kimari newborn is red. Though a limited set of deviations on this exist outside the purposeful mutations. Some are born with Dark green irises, some hazel brown, and of course the purposeful yellow and black form of the nocturnal huntresses. Light mutations of certain types and ranks carry slightly deviating genetic material to better suit their specific tasks. Examples of these include toughened skin for warriors, deviating eye pigments for enhanced nocturnal sight in hunters and more variations. <br><br>The ears of a Kimari are able to pick up sounds far below and above our audio spectrum, and their vocal cords are advanced enough to produce these tones in a several ways. This allows for the unique way in which the Lord's Chorus makes music, which uses magical stimuli to create wonderful combinations of sound and emotion. <br><br>The hair colour of nearly all Kimari is red, though there are exceptions. Some Kimari, mostly the hunters have darker hair, or even hair colours that border purple and even black. The genetic traits common to witches, the branch of the Kimari race with the most aptitude for magic and rituals, also have a deviant hair colour. Their complete lack of pigment is the cause for their snow white hair and even their colourless eyes.<br><br>The bone structure of these humanoid creatures is quite similar to ours, though the materials that make up the bones themselves are far more flexible. Sturdy and resistant to tearing apart even under heavy stress, these bones are perfect for those who prefer agility over base strength.<br><br>Reproduction and impregnation does, unlike as is the case with us, not require a member of the opposite sex. The chances of a male child being born with this particular race is estimated to be one in a million. Making for an virtually entirely female population. Their genetic traits however have provided them with a solution to this. When a sufficient amount of heat or magical energies, or possibly a combination of the two, is present, a spark of life can be ignited by focusing these energies inside the womb. The amount of energy that is needed is estimated to be roughly equal to fifteen days of direct sunlight. Since this energy is normally used for day to day tasks, it is almost impossible for a Kimari to become pregnant on her own, which is therefore a unheard of practice. Their reproductive organs are similar to our own, though the Kimari vagina is used primarily as the birth canal. Pregnancy is due to all this a group undertaking for the Kimari, where the one chosen to bear a child is taken care of by a set group of close friends and sisters. This group helps and aids the soon to be pregnant Kimari before and during her pregnancy, providing her with food and comfort to ensure a healthy birth.</em><br><br>"So that's how the scholars describe us then?" An voice asked in a tone bordering between annoyed and disappointed. Miria had been looking over her sister Zjasha's shoulder as she copied the carefully preserved parchments. Now that her sister was finished she finally thought it appropriate to comment on the work of the Medon Scholars. Repositioning the loosened threads of her long red hair under the golden band keeping it together in a tail behind her head, Zjasha sighed as she fingered the upstanding edge of the jewellery. It had been a gift from their Lord for her hard work, though circumstances prevented it be granted personally. In fact, she had been diligently working on translating this particular scripture on their Lord's request. <br><br>"They just don't know more than the base facts, which is a blessing..." She sighed. "If they knew about our curse, and the shadow magic... Do you think they wouldn't have tried to exterminate us all?" Not exactly worried about this right now, it did its best to cover her thought of the future with a grim veil. Zjasha looked up at her sister, just having stepped back to take her familiar argue stance. Her head up and looking to the side, her arms crossed pushing up her full breasts and her foot tapping a steady rhythm. <br><br>"Our Lord has spoken with their Kings and Queens right? He is the embodiment of our curse, and he's even managed to make them trade with us, as our ancestors did with their ancestors when we were all just tribes." Miria was quite confident about her point. She had seen their Lord more than once and had as all of the Kimari felt their connection with him, the curse, and the twisting shadows in the darkness. It would all work out now that their Lord was here. It wouldn't be perfect, she realised that all too well. Kimari would still not be accepted outside their desert lands, and there would be more sad messengers informing them of travelling Kimari killed by raiders or worse, caught by slavers. Though they lived in relative peace now. No more armies marching into their lands, no more raiders daring to enter their borders. The obsidian tower would stand strong and show everyone that the Kimari are not to be trifled with.<br><br>Zjasha sighed, wondering whether she should make a retort or just leave it at that. "We might not be at war any more, though we're still not at peace." Her eyes spoke more than her words, and her sister realised not only that she was right, but that there was no need to continue to bicker about something they couldn't change. "You're right, but enough about that. Let's bring this worthless description of our race to the Obsidian Tower. I'm sure our Lord will be pleased to receive it." Zjasha just nodded, rolling the brand new parchment into a leather tube for protection before walking out the door behind her sister. The shadows cast on the floor not driven away by the new sunlight slithered off unnoticed, and up in the highest reaches of the Obsidian Tower their Lord looked up and softly spoke an order to one of his servants. This night would be a dark one indeed.<br><br>The shadows in this part of the city were creeping up, always seeming alive as they sped across alleys when the flickering of the torches allowed them. Always active, the eyes of their Lord. In a way a part of him, as all Kimari had come to accept. The two sisters saw many of their kind preparing for the night. And even a pack of huntresses setting out. Their spear-like weapons held high, in the eyes of these sisters they were so strong. Formidable women, able to take on the Knights of the human kingdoms or even the beasts of the desert. Their light clothing always adorned with pelts of fur and teeth to show their victories. And in this starlight, their eyes reflected a bright yellow. <br><br>There was something off, Miria noted, her eyebrow raising in suspicion. These Huntresses weren't moving, it was unlikely for them to waste time, and they seemed fully prepared. She placed a hand on her sister's shoulder ever so lightly, indicating without words that she was going to take a look. No objections voiced, that was enough to take off. Though what started off with a hasty steps in the group's direction slowly transformed into a full stop as she saw what had happened. One of the huntresses, lying on the floor. Her body ravaged, violated, raped. Cuts clear across her skin and her clothing torn to shreds revealing her athletic form, no real damage, but it was clear what had happened. She had been used. <br><br>A dark jolt in her soul pulled her face up, and forced her to look away. The members of the group were standing silently besides her sister. Allowing her the time to find her own strength to get up. Though their eyes and expression were clear. There would be no outside interference. Miria understood perfectly, hurrying back to catch up with her sister. A grim calmth settled over her. She knew exactly who had done this, and what had caused it, and that it meant that she, nor her sister, would be victims this night. The look on her face betrayed what had happened, and Zjasha simply looked down as they resumed their route. She would be visiting the sole man in the Empire tonight. Their Lord and Master, the sole person who could have done this to a fellow Kimari. And she could not blame him, in fact, she was glad that he had raped one of her sisters this night.<br><br>He had taken an unimaginable burden on his shoulders when he manipulated the dark magicks inherent in the entire Kimari race, and forced them all inside his own mind, body, and soul. It had changed him, forcing him to do acts like these. The lust for torture and violence had become so strong, that he could not help himself for long. Though because of that, the rest of the Kimari were freed from the curse. He was a sacrifice, he had made himself a sacrifice. And Zjasha, Miria, those huntresses, and all their other sisters, were indebted to Him. She was glad, that he did not suppress his urges tonight. They were more than a mortal could handle. And she was sure that the huntress who endured his passions, was proud. Just like the volunteers are, just as those who are taken will become.<br><br>She smiled as she looked up, facing the base of the Obsidian tower, His home and Sanctuary. There were sacrifices that had to be made, and she wished deep down in her soul, that it had been her instead of the Huntress. Not because she desired to be used in such a manner, but because she did not have heart to volunteer herself. The burden of a Sin that belonged to an entire race, could not be borne by one man. All Kimari would share it, in their own ways.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sinner Saint of a Desert Empire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 21:25:59</strong>
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				Miria followed her sister, the image of the ravaged huntress ingrained in her mind. Her slight form trembled. So often she had desired to sacrifice herself to their Lord, but had lacked the courage to do so. What if she displeased him? As it was, he never seemed to take notice of her.<br><br>Miria was an oddity among the Kimari. Her long ebony tresses had an undeniable emerald greed tint, her eyes off, a large ring of emerald green with an inner circle of molten gold. Her petite frame decidedly curvy with large full globes, tiny waist, and slender hips atop supple toned legs. Delicate feet and hands. The dark pigment pattern ran from the curve of her buttocks up her back to sweep over one shoulder. Her face inherently pretty, large eyes fringed with long, thick dark lashes, dark sweeping brows, pert nose, and full lips.<br><br>Still she felt ugly; she compared herself to her beautiful sister and the lithe huntresses and felt she fell short of their ideal beauty. The fact that their Lord had never noticed her only confirmed her belief...<br><br>As they entered the obsidian tower, Miria was overwhelmed with the opulence of the structure. Dark marble floors and steps, the walls paneled in various woods, walnut, cherry and ebony interspersed with the same marble of the floor at key points. <br><br>The long corridor they traversed sloped up, taking them closer to their Lords throne room and personal quarters. Silent dark garbed guards stood sentry, their gazes fixed, never acknowledging the passage of the two women.<br><br>Finally, they reached the blackened metal double doors to his inner sanctum. Two guards silently opened the door and stepped aside to allow them entry before closing the door behind them.<br><br>Amidst the multi jewel colored banners that floated from the ceiling sat the Lord. Seated on his throne of black, white veined marble. His gaze fixed on the two sisters. Nodding his head, he indicated they could approach.<br><br>Miria swallowed, her heart in her throat as she approached him, meeting his gaze, she quickly lowered her eyes and followed her sister’s example of dropping to her knees before him, head bowed in supplication.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sinner Saint of a Desert Empire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 22:04:03</strong>
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				He took a last look at nothing in particular before standing up, and while their Lord knew why they were here, he was finding it difficult to summon the interest in their tasks. Oh he knew they were important, and he knew that they would become interesting once more. The pressure of what he had inside him, no, of what he had become, was building up again. Pushing aside trivial things like other races and focussing on his needs alone. <br><br>But it wasn't so far yet, he was still in control. And would remain in control for some time to come. No, he knew this girl by her name, though who exactly was the other? As he walked over to them, he spoke with his deep, distant voice. "You're making good progress on the scroll Zjasha, though who is this girl you've brought with you?"<br><br>He asked merely as a show of good manners, and didn't expect an answer. Instead, he stepped towards the girl and laid his clawlike hand on her forehead. It was an uncomfortable feeling, as if he could at any moment crush her skull, just for the fun of it. Though he never put any pressure on her, simply touching her. A slight tingling sensation crept up Miria's back, travelling along the length of her tattoo-like pigmentation.<br><br>"Miria." He stated simply, before adding more information as it came to him. "Your younger sister." He took a step back to take a better look, his battered cloak fluttering in the light breeze. The door to the open terrace overlooking the city was open, dark orange beams of sunlight barely finding their way into the deep room.<br><br>Then it came, one of those jerks on his soul, he would have cringed if he hadn't lived with them for so long now. Instead, he smiled lightly, shifting the position of his head, and in an almost playful tone asked; "Are you a good dancer?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sinner Saint of a Desert Empire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 22:32:46</strong>
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				His dark gaze settled on her, pinning her in place, her heart hammering. God, he had noticed her. A blush crept up her neck to her cheeks as he approached to inquire her name, his eyes never leaving her.<br><br>She swallowed nervously, unused to attention. All her life she had blended into the background, no one ever paid attention to her or noticed her. For him to do so sent shivers down her spine.<br><br>She trembled when he touched her forehead; her flesh seemed to heat beneath his hand, her body throbbing, aching with the need to offer herself in sacrifice. With a minute bit of pressure, he could crush her skull, the thought sending a tingling sensation up her tattooed flesh.<br><br><em>"Miria."</em> He stated simply.<em> "Your younger sister."</em>&nbsp; His tattered cloak fluttered in the breeze that wafted through the open window. The deep oranges and purples of the setting sun cast its fading light in the deepening gloom of his chambers.<br><br>His lips curved in a small smile, his head tilted and he spoke to Miria in a light, almost playful tone. <em>"Are you a good dancer?"</em> Surprised by the question, she blinked, her unusual eyes widened. “I…umm…I have never danced before M’lord,” she stuttered, her cheeks flaming in embarrassment. <br><br>She was at a loss on how to behave around him. She had only seen him at a distance, never this close and his presence overwhelmed her. She yearned to be one with him, for one night, to have him spend his lust on her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sinner Saint of a Desert Empire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 23:40:55</strong>
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				"Ah..." He said, a wave of disappointment rolling off of him. "That is a shame. You have such finely shaped hips, full breasts, and you could wear so many hues of clothing to compliment your eyes." He didn't just keep himself to words, his hand traced down from her head along her shoulder over her back all the way down to her right hip, where he followed her curves ever so lightly before standing up again from his now squatting position. <br><br>He enjoyed playing with these girls so much, but there was also business at hand. Staring into the final rays of sunlight reaching so high on the tower as he walked back to Zjasha to take the scroll in hand. His eyes stared deep into Miria's and the black lines crawling up her back crackled with energies. He wasn't just looking, he was doing something, and in the back of her mind she could feel it. Voices reaching out to her. No, no voices, just one voice. His voice, only much darker. She could feel them creeping up to her consciousness, and the world didn't really matter. It was moving in slowmotion, Zjasha and their Lord were talking, but he kept his eyes fixed on her.<br><br><em>Yes, this is it, say something. Do it, give yourself. Make an effort, you won't be denied. There's so much lust and passion locked up inside him. You can feel it, can't you? Don't make him bear it on his own, its your duty. Do what feels right.</em><br><br>And the strange sensations slowly drifted off again. Zjasha was getting ready to leave, she knew their Lord had so much else to do. And she herself still had work left, there were plenty more scrolls that needed translating. He spoke up, as if he knew exactly what had been said to Miria in the back of her mind. What she was thinking, or was that really her? <br><br>"Well, ladies. Will that be all?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sinner Saint of a Desert Empire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 00:20:03</strong>
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				Mesmerized by his eyes, Miria couldn’t tear her gaze from his. What had he said? Something about her dancing, colors to compliment her eyes? She was lost, unable to think.<br><br>His hand lightly trailing down her head, her shoulder, and her back to rest on her right hip sent ripples of electricity through her trembling frame. Her eyes locked with his as he straightened and walked back to Zjasha, taking the scroll. His eyes never leaving hers a she spoke to her sister. The black lines of pigment crackled with energy, a living breathing entity.Senses heightened, she heard his voice, his alone, dark and seductive. Seducing her mind, her body as it spoke.<br><br>He was talking to her older sister, but his eyes pinned her in place, daring her to move. <em>Yes, this is it, say something. Do it, give yourself. Make an effort, you won't be denied. There's so much lust and passion locked up inside him. You can feel it, can't you? Don't make him bear it on his own, it’s your duty. Do what feels right.</em><br><br>Finished with their business Zjasha made ready to leave. Miria shook her head, trying to clear it of the insane desire to offer herself to him. He seemed to know what she desired, was only waiting for her to voice them.<br><br><em>"Well, ladies. Will that be all?"</em><br><br>Miria shivered and nodded, lowering her eyes, afraid of her own desire, afraid of surrendering to him. Reluctantly she broke their gaze and moved to the door waiting on Zjasha so they could leave.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sinner Saint of a Desert Empire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 00:40:29</strong>
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				He didn't look at her, at least, not when Miria could have seen it. Though while she waited, their Lord spoke a few private words into her sister's ear. The expression on her face changed rapidly to one of surprise. Zjasha eyed her sister as she heard what their Lord had to say. Something about her look, almost looking her up and down, as if Miria had changed completely. <br><br>She simply gave an understanding nod when he finished, quickly catching up to her younger sister. Looking at her as if about to say something, but finally deciding not to. It would have to wait a while, until they were home alone. The two of them shared a small house with the common room, study and bedroom all in one. There was no such thing as a private kitchen, most food was prepared by other Kimari specially trained for it. It was was a tight society, where money wasn't used for the basic necessities. <br><br>Water, food, clothing, unless very expensive was all provided for. And as the two sisters walked back in silence, they came past campfires at the small squares between the houses. Food and drinks could be enjoyed there in the company of those that lived nearby, or were simply in the neighbourhood. It wouldn't be a bad idea to eat something, perhaps it would lift her spirits. Though Zjasha seemed quiet, even more so than usual. As if she knew something she rather wouldn't know. As if she had a task, she would rather not perform.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sinner Saint of a Desert Empire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 01:35:33</strong>
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				Waiting for Zjasha, she eyed the two suspiciously, as their Lord quietly spoke to her. The look on her sister’s face and the way she looked her up and down as if measuring her worth worried Miria. She strained her ears to hear what they were saying. A blind man would have known they were talking about her.<br><br>Nodding, Zjasha approached her and took her arm leading her out of his chambers. “What?” she asked catching the look on her sister’s face. She shook her head and the two returned to their small house in silence.<br><br>Miria was bursting at the seams, her curiosity increasing the closer they came to their house. <br><br>They passed others gathered around small fires, sharing food and drink. Normally the two sisters would join their friends for meals, but Zjasha tugged her arm anxious to reach the solitude and quiet of their abode. <br><br>Once home behind closed doors Miria turned to her sister, her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently. “Okay, spill it. I know you have something to tell me, we are alone now and the suspense is killing me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sinner Saint of a Desert Empire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 17:42:09</strong>
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				Shuffling over to her sister, coming very close to her, so much closer than usual. She hesitated at the point where they were less than in inch apart. Her breath was increasing, becoming more rapid and so hot on her skin. It was as if she had a fever, but her eyes and face. <br><br>No she wasn't sick, she was excited, and very shy. There had to be a very strong motivation for her to suddenly act like this, and especially considering that she was Miria's sister. She pulled her hand up and let her soft fingers slowly settle on Miria's shoulder. They were trembling a little at first, but she settled down soon enough. Pulling herself closer to her sister, their breasts pushing against eachother and soon enough Zjasha had pulled her leg up between Miria's thighs, pushing into her gender. <br><br>She could still pull herself free, if she wanted to. Though these sensations, the warmth of her sister's arms and body, even through the clothing. It might be enough to convince her to just let it go. But why was she doing this, all of a sudden? <br><br>If Miria was going not going to commit herself to this, she would have to act fast. Zjasha's lips were heading for her mouth, pursed full lips. No coloured make-up to hide their nature. They were almost a perfect pink, contrasting to the tanned colour of her skin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sinner Saint of a Desert Empire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 03:52:56</strong>
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				Miria eyed her sister suspiciously, something was definitely wrong. For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why she was acting so oddly.<br><br>She started to back away when Zjasha approached her, but curious to find out what was wrong, she held her ground. She twitched when her sister placed a hand on her shoulder, her eyes glazed. Mirias’ nostrils flared picking up the sweet, delicate scent of her sister’s arousal.<br><br>“What is wrong with you? Why are you doing this?” she asked, gasping as her sister lifted her knee to press between Mirias’ thighs grinding against her moist sex. Her lips so close to hers, she could feel the warmth of her breath.<br><br>Not sure what to do, she closed her eyes as Zjasha kissed her, their tongues meeting, twining in a sensual kiss. Her Lords’ deep, dark voice speaking in her head.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sinner Saint of a Desert Empire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 02:08:06</strong>
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				"This is, alright, isn't it?" Zjasha gasped, her arousal so clear in her voice. She reached behind her neck to untie her top while her lips traced a path from Miria's mouth to her neck. Her big sister pressed those soft full lips against her skin again and again, trailing kisses down into her neck interspersed with hot breaths. <br><br>As Zjasha's light top fell down to the ground her little sister could see her reach for her nipples, pinching them and pulling them outwards. Her eyes closed, biting her lip, to bear it. Though her nipples grew hard as rocks, jutting outward just waiting to be pleasured. <br><br>"I mean, you're okay with this... right?" Her big sister had always been shy, far too shy to try something like this. Though apparently that wasn't true anymore, since she wasn't too shy to slip her hand into her little sister's crotch. Pressing her soft thin fingers against her clitoris. Rubbing it gently while she looked into her eyes to find that glint of confirmation. That look that said; okay, lets do it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sinner Saint of a Desert Empire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 15:01:15</strong>
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				Unsure of what or why this was happening, Miria was too aroused to even think of stopping. Her shy sister emboldened to love her, lips and tongue tracing paths over her pale flesh. Shedding her clothes to appear naked.<br><br>She was beautiful in Miria’s eyes, classic Kimari with her thick, red hair. Her voice, when she spoke, thick and husky with desire. Miria gasped, her hips instinctively rolling toward the fingers that brushed her hot, damp sex, teasing her silken folds, her engorged clit before sliding one long digit deep within her tight sheath. <br><br>The combined moans and scent of their arousals filled the air in their small house, knowing punishment the penalty if caught in their incestuous coupling didn’t matter. All that Miria wanted was to climax and give Zjasha the same pleasure.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sinner Saint of a Desert Empire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 15:43:33</strong>
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				It might have been taboo, and even against the law, though there was no stopping it now. Zjasha's hand played skillfully with Miria's sex. Slipping in and out with her fingers, playing with her lips and rubbing her clitoris with her thumb. She pulled at the string keeping her lower cloth together and with a light snap they fell to the floor, leaving her naked apart from her sandals.<br><br>Her breasts were pressing against her sister's, those hard nipples rubbing against those behind that thin wall of clothing. Pushing them, almost as if they were playing with them. She was still kissing her sister's neck, though moving upwards again. Pressing soft kisses on her skin, leaving a trail of moist spots. Tiny signatures of her love.<br><br>This wasn't enough though, she was getting more and more aroused now, and Zjasha couldn't bear not seeing her beautiful sister's body. She wanted to see those perk breasts, her lovely sex. She wanted to kiss them and bring her desire to new levels. <br><br>Zjasha's hand moved up along her sister's arm, brushing her soft fingers against her skin. She was moving her clothing, softly slipping under the bindings to undo them. She hesitated lightly, looking into her sister's eyes for that confirmation again. This wasn't entirely her idea... Though she had to see it through regardless. And watching her sister enjoy this, was making her far more aroused than she had anticipated. All that was keeping her sister's top in place now, were the breasts pressing against it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sinner Saint of a Desert Empire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elenisil</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 22:05:47</strong>
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				Miria moaned helplessly, her sister’s fingers deftly sliding over her labia, her thumb circling her engorged pearl. With a simple tug, the string holding her makeshift skirt together unraveled, the cloth softly landing on the floor leaving Zjasha naked to her sisters hungry gaze.<br>&nbsp;<br>Her mind railed against what was happening. Screaming it was wrong, she was committing a sin. Like flicking a switch, she muted her inner voice and let her body take her where it would. <br><br>She pressed her full breasts against her sister, rubbing her teats against her, nipples hardening to rigid nubs of sensitive flesh.<br><br>Miria cried out her pleasure, tossing her head back to let her sister have access to the long, slender column of her throat. Her heated kisses sending shivers of pleasure down her spine to her core. “Don’t stop Zjasha, please don’t stop,” she begged, her sister skillfully playing her body like a finely tuned instrument, pushing her toward an inevitable orgasm.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sinner Saint of a Desert Empire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 15:29:54</strong>
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				"Don't worry, my dear sister..." Zjasha's words came out almost as moans, deep hot breaths interrupting her words as she played with Miria's moist sex. Her fingers digging deeper into the fleshy confines, rubbing and playing with her clit and lips. Zjasha herself was getting more and more aroused, her sister's soft breasts pressing against her own. Those globes almost seemed to meld into a mixture of softness, linking their two chests together.<br><br>She was getting so hot, her own arousal and that or her sister mixing and somehow turning her on even more. She wasn't used to something like this. There was a reason why she was allowed to bring those scrolls to their Lord in person. Zjasha had been one of his delicacies before, and understood his dark passions. <br><br>Those dark passions had found a new subject of desire. Her sister, and she was bound to enact his will. Making love to her own sister, the thought had never crossed her mind. Surely she loved her, but not like that. Or did she? As their bodies were rubbing against each other, she began to lose track of things. All she knew was how she had felt when their Lord used her body. Being so rough, so demanding, she almost felt the need for it now. Though her sister, would she be able to do that? To give her what she wanted? She couldn't possibly do this on her own.<br><br>Their black patterns surged with heat, both of the sisters would feel the energies suddenly bursting, fuelling their passion. It stimulated their senses, sent their skin aflame with comfortable heat. There was a need, to make the other feel what they desired. A need impossible to resist, they never wanted to. <br><br>"Miria!" The older sister cried out in a moan. Pulling her sister towards the bed, her fingers hooked inside her sex, while her thumb clenched on her clit. "Do your worst Miria, give your sister what she needs." Her sister's voice deeper than usual, almost as if from another being entirely. Was it?
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