Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.
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				Title: <strong>Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 07:59:38</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>04-07-2012, 10:13:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/Tom-Hiddleston-in-The-Avengers-2012-Movie-Image3.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong> – Loki Laufeyson<br><strong>Location</strong> – Asgard – Outer Rim, black of space and oblivion, out of sight of Heimdall.<br><strong>Time</strong> – In between and beyond<br><strong>Tags </strong> - Everyone<br><br><hr><br><br>Loki had underestimated his foe once more. First, years ago, he had underestimated his own brother and the lengths the arrogant brawn was willing to go to stop him. He had been impressed, in fact, though he never voiced that. His brother had overcome a hard trail, set by Odin himself and made all the more difficult by Loki. Yet, he still succeeded and returned more powerful than ever, a true son to his father, while Loki remained… the naughty little brother. And while envious of this fact, he had long since accepted this guise, making it his own with his more slender and weaker appearance than your average Asgardian. His weapons were not brawn or blade, nor spear or hammer, but magic and guile. Yet, despite his arsenal of choice, Loki still possessed that same strength as his adopted brethren did, he possessed the longevity and nigh on invulnerability Asgard was famed for.<br><br>He was a God… with a little extra.<br><br>Over the thousand years of his life, he had honed himself. He had planned. He had studied. While he would never be able to beat Thor in a fair and straight physical fight, something which he had been tempted to do back on the bridge to the Bifrost –and lost-, he had other weapons. Stronger ones. And now, everything was in place.<br><br>The Chitauri invasion had been a loss. It had been a test for Earth and for his brother. It had answered the questions Loki had satisfactorily. Earth’s defenses were limited, out in the open and volatile. While the loss had not been expected, it had been planned for, bringing him exactly to the location he wanted to be. The dungeons of Asgard, close to the Vaults… It was an easy matter to break out and to obtain the objects he had set his sight on. It had been even easier to sneak through the peaceful, docile city. His adopted kin were really too trusting and too arrogant. Besides a handful of now dead Royal Guards and a once more frozen Heimdall, Asgard was undefended. Thor was around, probably, but asleep, dreaming of his mortal wench no doubt. Sif and the Warriors Three were passed out after yet antoher night of regaling each other with oft-repeated stories and many cups of strong Asgardian brew.<br><br>Weaklings, the lot of them. They did not understand greatness. Loki did, though and he resolved to be known as the greatest one day… the King of All, replacing the All-Father with a reign that would span the Universes of Yggdrassil.<br><br>While he executed his plans, he made sure his opposition would not possess the means to permanently stop him. In order to do this, he had to cripple Asgard’s mightiest weapon. <br><br>Odin.<br><br>He did not harm Odin himself. Despite his faults, the man had still taken in Loki and treated him as a son for a thousand years. A lesser son, but still a son. A hostage, but he still loved and nurtured the boy. It is the only thing that kept him alive, when the poison assaulted the World Tree, infecting Odin through it, weakening his already aging powers and witling them down to what humans would refer to as… a terminal patient, one that would not find the embrace of death, but one that would never feel his or her former strength again.<br><br>Hovering in the dark abyss between worlds, the Tesseract in one hand, the Frost Stone in the pack on his back and Odin’s spear and staff in his other hand, a fully armored and green-cloaked Loki smirked. He floated away. He had an icy location to visit for a ‘refreshing’ conversation. Jotunheim owed him its allegiance and with an army of Frost Giants… well, they certainly would be more effective than those bug-like Chitauri.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 18:40:18</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://static0.channels.com/thumbnails/Kenpachi-Thor--2011--Trailer-e13089120.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Thor Odinson<br><strong>Title:</strong> God of Thunder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Asgard, Royal Family's Chambers <br><strong>Time:</strong> Incomparable to Earth's<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone; Sif and the Warriors Three</span></span><br><br>Thor's heart was heavy as he escorted Loki back to Asgard that day back on Earth when he took part in the Avengers' battle against the Chitauri. He had failed to save Loki once already when his adopted brother had forced him to destroy the Bifrost Bridge, and now was taking him back to a fate that Thor could not have guessed at but knew could not possibly be good. Delivering the condemned to the authorities under his father, Thor could no longer look upon the man he once proudly called brother, retreating to his chambers and cursing himself for his failure. Both times he had clashed with his brother for the man's jealousy and madness ended with Pyrrhic victories, the loss of lives and destruction of irreplaceable material goods insurmountable. Bearing the burden of having failed to see through Loki's schemes sooner, and allowing his emotions to hold him back from dealing with Loki in a way that might have, if not saved the fool from himself, then at least saved the lives of some innocents from his rampage, like the SHIELD agent, the son of Coul, who had been slain aboard the Helicarrier while Thor had fallen into a trap thanks to Loki's trickery and nearly plunged to his death.<br><br>Thor did not want to see anyone, not his mother and father, nor the Warriors Three and Sif. No, that was not correct; it was more like he didn't want anyone to see him. Loki had ruined his day of glory once before, when he first enabled the Frost Giants to enter the Asgard vaults. After this latest fiasco, Thor could never look upon the legions of Asgard and believe they could see him as a worthy King. Thanks to Loki, the royal family looked like chaotic fools. It was hard to imagine one person could cause so much trouble, but Loki was always full of surprises.<br><br>Uncharacteristic of himself, Thor downed enough ale to put Volstagg to shame, and passed out. There was no way for him to sleep peacefully otherwise, not after his ordeals. For the second time, he had to let his duty pull him away from Jane Foster, the mortal woman who stole his heart, all because of Loki. Thor had wanted no part in the trial that would be held for Loki, nor the sentencing. He had done his part, bringing the rogue back home. He was in no position to judge Loki, having only just a few months ago been brash enough to nearly trigger a war with Jotunheim. It was up to Allfather Odin, whom Thor could only dream of living up to, to figure out a proper way to deal with Loki, whatever it may have been. Thor could feel only the smallest amount of sympathy for Loki. Even after a millennium, his younger brother was still a child.<br><br>It was because of his inebriated comatose state that Thor was not able to detect anything wrong. It already took the combined efforts of Earth's mightiest warriors and himself just to capture Loki, it should have been elementary to figure out that keeping him captured would take just as much, if not more, effort. By the time he heard his mother screaming, Thor's head felt like the inside of a thundercloud, and the pounding at his chamber doors certainly didn't help anything. He fell out of his bed and heard his door splitting open, voices crying out, boots crashing across the floor and his body being lifted up, then a bucket of water splashed onto his face. Thor finally had enough and lashed out, as his vision finally came into focus and he saw Hogun and Fandral shaking him, and Sif holding the bucket. He shook his head hard, trying to clear out the last of the alcohol's effects, and looked up to see Volstagg holding him up. Sif then slapped him once, then twice, and Thor finally had enough. He called Mjolnir to his hand and slammed it hard, knocking all four of his friends back and nearly destroying his bedroom floor.<br><br><strong>"I'm awake, damn it all!"</strong> he shouted, gasping and panting, now feeling as if he might vomit. He had no idea how similar he was being to Tony Stark on a bad day just now. <strong>"What is going on? Did I hear my mother crying out or was that a nightmare?"</strong> he had calmed down slightly now. His friends were already on their feet. Volstagg was examining the empty tankards of ale and gave an impressed whistle.<br><br><strong>"It's terrible!"</strong> Sif spoke up. <strong>"Your father collapsed a few minutes ago. He had not eaten anything nor had anything struck him, so it was not poison nor an attack. We don't know what it was, but his strength is decreasing rapidly. And there's something else..."</strong> she was speaking quickly, her face frantic, but Thor still caught every word.<br><br><strong>"...Loki is not in his prison cell."</strong> Hogun shook his head grimly.<br><br>Thor's heart skipped a beat. He almost knew that was what was going to be said the minute he heard about his father's blight.<br><br><strong>"And we appear to be missing a few artifacts from the vaults. The Tesseract in particular."</strong> Fandral sighed.<br><br>Thor gritted his teeth. This was the last straw. Loki had attacked Asgard before, but this was a direct attack on their father of all people, the man Loki owed his very life. The ungrateful bastard son was now trying to murder his own father. Thor no longer cared what Odin had to say about Loki, this was a declaration of war on Asgard itself, not just a mere attempt to subjugate the mortal of Earth. Thor's grip on Mjolnir was so tight the hammer began to shake, creating a small tremor in the palace.<br><br>Thor knew Loki could not be in Asgard any longer. The Tesseract would see to that. That meant Thor was once again stranded in Asgard. Unless his father was able to muster the strength to send Thor through the branches of the Yggdrasil, he would be powerless to fight against Loki again. And Thor was going to make sure that this was the very last time he would have to clash with his dishonored kin.<br><br>He cast Mjolnir upward, crashing through the roof of his chambers and leaving his friends behind, this conflict too personal to allow for any but himself to be involved, and too urgent for him to travel any slower. He burst into his parents' chambers, his mother distraught as Odin lay in the special bed in which he rested in the Odinsleep. Odin was unconscious, but not still. He trembled, his mouth open and breathing labored. Thor could almost see the life draining out of his father. What was causing this? He looked to his mother but she was just as confused as he. Without Odin to use the dark energy that sent Thor back to Earth during Loki's invasion, Thor was trapped in his own home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 18:40:43</strong>
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				<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://static0.channels.com/thumbnails/Kenpachi-Thor--2011--Trailer-e13089120.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Thor Odinson<br><strong>Title:</strong> God of Thunder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Asgard, Royal Family's Chambers <br><strong>Time:</strong> Incomparable to Earth's<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Odin Allfather, Frigga</span></span><br><br>Thor remained by his father's bedside for at least an hour, his mother joining him, weeping softly and squeezing his hand, hoping he would wake. Thor had been gritting his teeth so hard he might have chipped a tooth if Odin hadn't suddenly sat up and gasped loudly, causing Thor to cry out and jump back. Odin's hand found its way to Thor's shoulder and pulled him forward, though after that brief show of fortitude, Thor felt all strength drain away from his father's arm.<br><br><strong>"Thor..."</strong> Odin wheezed, coughing. <strong>"Listen well..."</strong><br><br>Thor nodded and leaned close as his father relayed to him what had happened to him. Although his life was not in peril, he was now as infirm as a mortal who had reached the age Odin would appear to be. His greatest weapon was in Loki's hands, as well as several others, the Tesseract among them. Loki had poisoned Yggdrasil, the World's Tree, to which the Allfather had been connected, and thus leaving him crippled like this. The worst part was, without the Tesseract or the Bifrost, traveling between the worlds would be even more precarious than before when he had sent Thor to aid the Avengers. He was unable to sense where Loki had gone, and as Loki could now walk freely between the Nine Realms as he pleased, that was costly. However, he believed, as Thor did, that Loki was not finished with Midgard, the realm of the mortals of Earth, and that he would be there wanting to finish what he had started.<br><br>Odin asked Frigga, his wife, to leave them as he prepared to send their son back through the void created using Dark Energy so he could return to Earth. In his weakened state, and with the unstable condition of the Yggdrasil, it was going to be must riskier than the last time, and Thor would have little control over where he exited the wormhole. Time was of the essence, so there was none to prepare. Odin barely had time to warn Thor that much like the last time, Loki would not be acting alone. Thor wasn't sure what that meant, whether he intended to reform his alliance with the Chitauri or some other foreign army. With that last cryptic clue, Odin sent what was now his only son into the darkness and could do naught but hope that he could reach the light at the other end.<br><br>Thor felt his body lighten, a much different sensation than that of flight when he held Mjolnir skyward and commanded it to soar. The equivalent of many G's of force were now pulling at him as he watched his father's grim visage fade to black and he was immersed in the artificial wormhole. Traveling between dimensions in this fashion was intended only as a last resort and he had honestly hoped this would be the last time he would ever have to endure it. It was much worse this time-he had no sense of direction, every which way he believed he was turning still made him feel like he was upside-down. The air was thin and biting cold, and he was losing sensation in much of his body. Perhaps his father had failed and he was falling to his death. He would never again lay eyes upon his beloved Jane Foster, then...and she would never know what had happened to him. He would be breaking his promise to her, yet again.<br><br>NO!<br><br>Thor cried out, casting Mjolnir upward and demanding the forces of nature to send him his namesake, the furious thunder that made others see him as a god, and it was so. Mjolnir was struck by bolts of lightning from seemingly nowhere, and Thor felt energized again. It was short-lived but it gave him reason and meaning, motivated him not to give up and to believe in his father. From out of the darkness came dark-grey clouds and Thor knew he was coming out, somewhere, anywhere, and hoping it was on Earth. He didn't care where, he just needed to feel that familiar air and ground beneath his feet. The place where Jane, and the rest of his friends, lived. And then the light was upon him, so great and blinding, he momentarily lost consciousness. In the few seconds before he blacked out, however, he could see a chain of islands surrounded by waters. He couldn't have been completely certain, but the relieved look upon his face meant he believed he had, somehow, made it back to Earth in one piece.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 18:48:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8wuwejmrA1rclql1o1_500.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Loki<br><strong>Title:</strong> God of Mischief<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fortress of Lokitude <br><strong>Time:</strong> 6:40 PM EST<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Amora </span></span><br><hr><br><em>(Continued from Earth - All Other Locations (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=144303.msg6979246#msg6979246))</em><br><br><br>His smile faded when she turned away, his mind besieged with memories as he watched Amora's golden locks flounce around her shoulders. She was his unexpected treasure, the strangest trick the Norns had ever played on him in a life born of chaos and carved from cruel twists of fate.&nbsp; The secret he kept safe from all in Asgard, save perhaps Odin himself.<br><br>She was a talented student of Karnilla's. Gifted with a talent for sorcery and controlling the minds of men, she sought him out and he accepted, mentoring her further training on the dark path. Loki was both suspicious of her devotion and hungry for it; a conflict he doubted would ever be resolved. What mattered right now, in this moment, was that Amora was here on Midgard, weaving her spells against his enemies while she waited for his return. Whatever her reasons, she had waited for him and she welcomed his touch. He felt a twinge of sentiment, like a needle piercing his heart, and attempted to crush it with the purity of lust as he entered the portal after her.<br><br>They emerged in another place within Midgard yet out of step with its time. Crystalline walls around them glowed an ethereal blue in perfect darkness, their light barely hinting at a bare and rocky landscape beyond. Before them, sculpted from stone, was a long and low pedestal strewn with furs. Next to it sat a table, holding a pitcher and two goblets of luminous glass. Arching overhead the stars of the realm formed a glittering dome, dulled only at the sharp edge of the horizon.<br><br>Loki strode towards the table, his steps echoing from the polished stone floor across the chamber. He poured the mead and offered a glass to Amora with a sly smile.&nbsp; "Now we have our privacy, my dear. No need to be so formal with one another." He looked meaningfully up and down her body as he drained his own glass. "Remove your rags and let me gaze upon Asgardian perfection, as I've longed to do since last we parted."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 23:33:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kajDVnzmhTE/Tuem4cpT1nI/AAAAAAAAA_k/dcDbrZv8T0A/s1600/charlize_theron-perfume.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Amora Incantare<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Enchantress<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fortress of Lokitude<br><strong>Time:</strong> 6:50 PM EST<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Loki</span></span><br><hr><hr> <br>Stepping within the tear of time and space, gleaming emerald eyes would sweep about her surroundings, a satisfied smile quirking her mouth. Loki always knew what sort of things could brighten her mood. The blink of stars in satiny blues and blacks, furs, oh the furs, the anticipation of the feel against her flesh sent a delightful prickle through her. With her hands still clutching the blade behind her back, she would slowly saunter towards the pedestal, stopping just at the edge with her back towards her mentor. Though her demeanor seemed so calm, so sure, within she was trembling mightily.&nbsp; Loki was everything to her. It was he who had taught her the finesse to her art. Showed her what it truly meant to be a God, to rule those beneath you. Oh she would do whatever she had to, to prove she was worthy to sit his side. Yet she would be more then a simple Consort...<br><br>As he spoke she would look over her shoulder, her chin settling just above her collarbone. Beneath slightly lowered lids she would watch him, the barest flare if nostrils as she caught the heady scent of the mead. But as he offered the goblet to her, she would not turn to accept it..yet.<br><br>She instead would meet his smile with one of her own, moving her head to gaze again at the pedestal before her. Shifting the blade to grip it in one hand, she would ease her other around the front of her body, fingers grasping a portion of the top of her pencil skirt. Blade would meet the waistline of the fabric, and with a slight bend to her knees she would slice the skirt open from top to bottom in a single cut. Standing again, the skirt would puddle to the ground about her feet. Bare flesh would meet Loki's eyes, the delicious curve of her pert ass, the enticing dip of her waist, the shift of muscle in her thighs.<br><br>Turning upon the balls of her feet she would face him, one knee just over the other to effectively hide the apex of her thighs from sight, the knife now lifting to the buttons upon her silk blouse. The tip of pink tongue would tease out over her lower lip as emerald pools met his own, never wavering as one by one, the tip of the knife would snick free the buttons, baring first the tease of a breast, the hint of her sternum, the idea of her taut stomach. Finished with her task, the knife would be dropped amongst the furs behind her in a muffled thunk, and deft fingers would slowly pry open silk, to slide off smooth shoulders and meet the skirt upon the floor. Body now bared complete for his pleasure, slow steps holding a panthers grace would carry her towards him, tilting her head as her hand gathered the offered goblet finally. <br><br><strong> “ I have had my fill of formality for now, playing the Game that we are. I wish nothing... but to please you...Master.”</strong> With her gaze still boring into his, she would smile coyly as the goblet met plump lips, taking a drink of mead. A drop would glisten upon uppermost tier before she would lick it free, turning away from Loki with a low laugh. Hips and hillocks would sway enticingly as she padded toward the pedestal, easing down to recline within the furs, draping herself artfully amongst the bedding, practically begging in her own coy manner to be taken by the God she could never have enough of.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 18:23:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbmvlfxiKo1rgwwjfo1_500.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Loki<br><strong>Title:</strong> God of Mischief<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fortress of Lokitude <br><strong>Time:</strong> 7:00 PM EST<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Amora </span></span><br><hr><br>Even as she moved to obey his command, he felt his cold sense of control falling away with each scrap of her clothing. No one saw this, no one inspired this, no one but Amora. She alone called the fire within him.<br>Loki's expression shifted and his eyes blazed as they followed her every move. She was all curves and gold and crimson lips as she approached and drank and lay down before him. His usual mocking smile was gone, replaced with mirthless hunger, as he stripped off his leather coat and unbuckled the armored vest beneath. Greaves and boots followed.<br><br>His body was more leanly muscled than a warrior, though his height matched that of any Asgardian male. His bare chest was broad, well-defined, tapering smoothly to his waist. For centuries he'd fought with staff and spear, sword and dagger; his muscles recalled the speed of striking, the cunning and grace required to wield such weapons rather than brute force.<br>&nbsp;<br>Though at this particular moment, he felt that no amount of force in the nine realms could restrain him.<br><br>He leaped at Amora's beauty like a great cat. Poised above her on hands and knees, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her as his black hair fell around their faces. Softly at first, as if remembering how to be kind; then deeper, longer, his tongue seeking hers, insistent and forceful. She was sweeter than honeyed wine and he was dying of thirst.<br>&nbsp;<br>When his hand touched her hip it was warm, squeezing the curve of her waist and the rise of her ribs, reaching up to cradle her breast. Kisses spilled over her lips and across her cheek until his teeth met her throat. Now he pressed his tongue against her pulse and his breath was hot on her skin.&nbsp; The change in sensation was dizzying, almost euphoric, and he felt drunk on heat as he buried his face in her golden locks and reveled in her scent.<br><br>The sudden insistent thrum of the Tesseract, so close at hand, forced him upright as he straddled his lover.&nbsp; Its power teased the edges of his mind as if to remind him of the connection they - no, he - had forged. Power yearning to be spent could perhaps be shared. It was the heart of infinity; why hoard the infinite?<br><br>Staring down at her perfection, Loki took her hands and pulled them to his chest. "Amora," he said huskily, "I need to show you... real power." His green eyes sparked as he opened his thoughts to her, sharing his knowledge of the cosmic cube with its patterns and flow and ways to coax the threads into spells without being consumed. He offered her a glimpse of his prize before breaking their mental bond like a slamming gate and returning, eagerly, to the primal heat of the flesh she had roused.<br>&nbsp;<br>Hands still covering hers, he pushed them down his body, down to the solid curve and swell at his crotch. Cock pressed against leather trousers pressed against her delicate palms. "Free me, please me, Amora, and I will give you a taste of that power."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 22:55:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9iadUOVR7kI/Tp3vXc3m6TI/AAAAAAAAKtI/z8COPht3zcY/s1600/Photos+of+Charlize+Theron.JPG)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Amora Incantre<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Enchantress<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fortress of Lokitude<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7:15 PM EST<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Loki</span></span><br><hr><hr> <br>She may have begun this reunion as the cool gold that warmed slowly when cupped within the palm, but as pools of jade watched the movements of the God before her, saw the animal need within his piercing gaze meant only for <em>her</em>, she swiftly became molten gold bubbling beneath the hottest forge. A soft hiss of a gathered in breath between clenched teeth would accompany the sound of leather as coat and vest, boots and greaves tumbled to the floor about him. Pink tongue would travel lust plumped lips as his lean muscled torso was revealed to her.<br><br>Did he know she preferred his form to that of his brother's? So many an Asgardian were so full in muscle, but Loki.. ah his body was perfection to her. She found the whipcord strength so much more desirable then the bulk of others. And just as the thought swept through he pounced, finding herself catching in a quick laugh of delight, staring into his eager eyes. As his head lowered for the kiss, she easily lifted her own, taking his offering eagerly. A shuddered whine of desire mingled against his hungry mouth, gasping as he broke the kiss. Her neck would arch into his seeking teeth, hands lifting to again worship his dark locks as the silken tendrils kissed her neck, her face.<br><br>She would blink as he pulled himself up, breast rising and falling with her quickened breaths, her whisper a shuddered sound. <strong> “ Ah Master, please.. I need more..”</strong> He would oblige as he gathered her hands to his chest, and gladly she would succumb to the sensation of his sculpted flesh. Touching, feeling, sliding fingertip over the definition of his tight stomach. And yet he would surprise her with more indeed.<br><br><em>I need to show you... real power.</em><br><br>The spark within his eyes mirrored her own as he offered her a glimpse of what he knew. Jade orbs would widen, would glow, lips would part and she would hitch in a breath as the tease of knowledge was shared. She would search his gaze, she would begin to pant, and she would cry out as the door was slammed again against her. As her hands were guided further down his body, as <em>he</em> begged <em>her</em> for release, she would gladly oblige.<br><br>He had woken her from a deep sleep essentially. During his imprisonment she had toyed, she had played, but had never allowed herself release of any kind. And here, now, the one she would die for was again offering her... everything. With a low purred growl she pulled herself up to a sitting position, effectively shoving him back to change their positions. Deft strong fingers grasped leather to tear the material apart like tissue paper. She would waste no time as his cock sprang to freedom, lowering her face to run her cheeks up and down the pulsing heat like a cat, her hair brushing against his thighs. Her lips kissed at is head, softly, gently at first before simply parting her lips and sliding him slowly yet hungrily into her hot mouth.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>17-10-2012, 17:09:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbmvlfxiKo1rgwwjfo1_500.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Loki<br><strong>Title:</strong> God of Mischief<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fortress of Lokitude <br><strong>Time:</strong> 7:25 PM EST<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Amora </span></span><br><hr><br>As Amora pushed him backwards there came a fleeting instant when every muscle, every nerve within him went rigid with fury. The darkest shadow of his mind screamed its protestations. It railed against the neediness that rippled through his body, the desperate vulnerability of his flesh and desire laid bare before another living soul. He was offering too much of himself, losing control, putting his trust in this woman. Trust was deadly. He <em>knew </em>this! Knew it and yet...<br><br>A rare, perfectly genuine smile lit his face as he fell back on the furs beneath her, arms stretched wide. The reckless pounding of his heart drowned the shadow's objections. Her touch made him helpless and drunk with power all at once. More, more. They both needed more.<br><br>Her fingers worked and her head bent over him and his cock arched to meet her skin. Dripping gold locks of hair poured over her face and ran between his thighs. Reaching down with one hand he crushed her curls in his fist as her mouth covered his crown. He propped himself on elbow and stared breathlessly down at Amora, her lips wide and wet. The sight of her magnificent ass arching into the air made him moan; the sensation of slick heat engulfing his shaft made him hiss with intensity.<br><br>Too much pleasure, too focused. It had been so long since their last tryst; he needed more of her skin and scent before they spent together. With a hungry growl, he pulled her head up by her golden locks. "Turn," he said. "Cover me. I would taste your dripping cunt while you suck with all your skill, my beauteous Æsir slut." His tongue flicked, teasing, over his sharp teeth.<br><br>Even the shadow within smiled.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 01:42:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9iadUOVR7kI/Tp3vXc3m6TI/AAAAAAAAKtI/z8COPht3zcY/s1600/Photos+of+Charlize+Theron.JPG)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Amora Incantre<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Enchantress<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fortress of Lokitude<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7:30 PM EST<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Loki</span></span><br><hr><hr> <br><br>His slight musky scent, the heat rolling from his skin, the pulsing of his cock within her eager mouth was all she knew. As ever, to give her Master pleasure was to gain it in herself. Her goal was to taste the explosion of his seed in her throat, and she had already begun in earnest this task she overly delighted in.<br><br>As she slid her maw up and down, her tongue swirling over his head, his growl caused a delicious thrum to roll through her body, causing her back to arch more, and a purr to vibrate around him enticingly. She was so intent on her purpose that when his fingers entwined within her golden mane she would at first moan in pleasure, sure he would soon be thrusting his hips to fuck her mouth. Yet instead he would yank her free from her duties, and he would be met with a growl of her own. Her eyes were glowing jade pools, her plumped lips curled just slightly into a snarl, and she would shudder and smile a most deliciously evil smile as he called her his slut. <strong> “ You say the sweetest things to me Master .. how can I refuse you?”</strong> <br><br>And it seemed as if she would comply. At first her movements were slow, languid, beginning a sensuous crawl up his torso with her hands, her nails, her lips kissing his taut stomach. It would change so fast. With a wickedly delighted hiss she would move with the swiftness of a snake, slithering up to grasp his shoulders, shoving him back down hard amongst the furs. Still moving, a single hand would grasp tight his own dark hair, holding his head down as she clamored up to straddle his face, her slick nether lips hovering just over his mouth. Her free hand came up to grip a breast, rolling a tightened nipple within her fingers, perking the nub even more. Devious mirth crossed her features, rocking her hips oh so slightly against his lips, her knees at either side of his head, strong thighs gripping tight. Oh but she knew the game she was playing. She knew quite well that such actions of dominance against Loki could easily bring punishment. Wonderful, delicious, delightful punishment.<br><br>But she couldn't not continue as he had ordered. With a low throaty laugh she shifted again, rolling to lay herself across his torso. Her breasts at first would brush against his turgid shaft, her knees now to the sides of his head. She did not wait any longer, again falling upon his cock eagerly, sucking and bobbing her head as her silken locks curtained about his thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>23-10-2012, 19:17:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.tumblr.com/2wox2yp/sTkm5hgj7/tumblr_m4cmz0pmrf1r3rq0ko1_500.gif)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Loki<br><strong>Title:</strong> God of Mischief<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fortress of Lokitude <br><strong>Tags:</strong> Amora </span></span><br><hr><br>Her aggressive push caught Loki completely by surprise, at last. Her nails on his skin, her hand in his hair, the vise of her thighs, he accepted every teasing sensation with eyes closed and teeth bared. Who else would dare? Wicked Amora, pure temptation from the moment he'd seen her so long ago. As full of desires as she was the object of others'.&nbsp; But always, in the end, she belonged to her master.<br><br>Amora's laugh shattered his rare moment of acceptance and although her sweet, dripping quim was now hovering obediently over his mouth, he could no longer reward her insolence. She returned eagerly to her sucking and he groaned again, louder, longer. The fire raged, threatened to consume him, but first he would see her writhe.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>Grabbing her by the hips and raising a knee to her shoulder he twisted suddenly, spilling her over into the furs. He took her by the wrists and dragged his goddess to the edge so that her golden locks poured over, brushing the floor. Loki rose, stood next to the bed and stared down. "I'd forgotten your whores' ways, Amora," he growled, rubbing his slick and aching cock over her cheek. "You forget that while we may share the same goal, I alone decide when and how you will be rewarded." He guided her head just over the edge and slid one hand around her throat as he pushed the tip of his swollen prick between her lips. "How many pathetic mortals have spent themselves in your honeyed mouth? Your soaked cunt? How long have you thirsted for your god to fill you fit to burst?" Steady, slow, he pressed his length into her until he felt the swell beneath his fingers clasped around her neck.<br><br>Then he roared like a beast and the pounding began. Keeping her head pinned to the furs he viciously fucked her throat, slapping away her hands and any pretense of tenderness. The fire blazed inside and his eyes, had she been able to see them, glowed red with his Jotunn blood. But there was no frost here, nothing but thrusting heat and Amora's muffled gasps for breath as he took his pleasure rather than share it. And when he finally reached the peak&nbsp; and howled at the stars, his seed erupted and burned into the heart of her.<br><br>Loki remained hilted in Amora's mouth until every pulse subsided, a blissfully cruel smile on his face. As they parted, he rolled onto the furs and splayed out next to her.<br><br>"Enjoy your reward, darling?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 21:59:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120422053347/filmguide/images/2/26/Charlize_theron_photoshoot-6762.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Amora Incantre<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Enchantress<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fortress of Lokitude<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7:40 PM EST<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Loki</span></span><br><hr><hr> <br><br>Her lithe body would flow like golden silk as Loki flipped her easily, her lower lip gathered into teeth as she was positioned for his pleasure. Her cheek would roll against the slick head of his cock teased against her face, lust filled eyes of green staring up at his muscled perfection as he loomed over her, his voice dripping need filled disdain.<br><br>Her mouth would open to accept him inch by inch, neck arching to give him easier access to the depths of her throat. And though his questions flowed, she could not answer. But would she, even if she had the means? Would she explain to him, try to get him to understand that none had touched her? Yes she had plans, but as yet, none had come to fruition. No, she would not. Amora was no fool as to think that Loki loved her. Not in the traditional sense. He needed her, desired her; her body, her loyalty, her Power. And Loki took what he wanted, always.<br><br>She took as well, in her own manner. She took him, his throbbing shaft pounding into her throat, her hands slapped away as she tried to scratch at his thighs. She managed to tear the flesh of his arm as his hand squeezed her throat, and when he exploded into her mouth, she took his seed as well. As he pulled himself from her face she would gasp for breath, licking her swollen lips as he collapsed next to her in smug satisfaction. Purring soft she would pull herself to settle her face atop his muscled thigh, her own body still screaming for release. Yet she did not ask for it. Did not beg for more of his touch. It was beneath her to do such. She instead merely sunk her teeth into the flesh of his leg, leaving her mark upon his skin before pulling herself up to sit languidly amongst the furs, her emerald gaze falling to the glowing knife still laying there. <br><br><strong> “ Any reward from you I enjoy Master. Your presence alone I bask in.”</strong> Slender fingers would lift to lazily twirl golden locks within, tilting her head as her almondesque eyes narrowed somewhat, pursing still plumped tiers. <strong> “ But I need more. It is time we continue our game. I must return to the good Doctor, and bring the Monster forth. I have already planted the seed within Banner, but it will fade unless I nurture it. Stark should be next. And they are but the beginning...”</strong> Slowly she would smile, the look divinely predatory, tossing her hair over a smooth shoulder.<strong> “ Unless you are not pleased with the path I am on?”</strong><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 18:15:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9q4xi3F2j1qayrlio1_500.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Loki<br><strong>Title:</strong> God of Mischief<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fortress of Lokitude <br><strong>Tags:</strong> Amora </span></span><br><hr><br><em>I need more.</em><br><br>He laughed at her statement, a brief, dry chuckle. “You and I, Amora, must be cut from the same cloth. How far you've come, my goddess. You dance on that blade's edge of command and request so very gracefully.” Loki raised his forearm to his mouth and licked the beads of blood drawn by her clawing. “Any other who assaulted me so would die, slowly. Yet your impudence makes me desire you ever more. What spell is this you've woven for your master?”<br><br>A fleeting, genuine smile accompanied his teasing; it resumed its usual wicked twist as she went on, naming his enemies. Momentarily clear green eyes darkened with a gathering storm. “I am quite pleased with your work, temptress. I want to see them all suffer and squirm, doubting one another, distrusting one another, tearing themselves apart at the seams. I want them filled with hatred and fear. I want them all bent and broken in spirit long before I grant them the blessed relief of death.”<br><br>As he spoke he stirred, muscles flexed, reaching out to catch her golden hair and wrap it in his fist as he pulled her head back and down onto the bed of furs. He rose, his face hovering over hers, his other hand sliding over her thigh with lascivious familiarity. “I want them humiliated by their peers and cast out by their own people.” His fingers sought her wet sex and circled the tender lips. “I will give SHIELD enough power to 'protect' the earth from these misguided aberrations – and take it away when it is time for all of Midgard to kneel before us.” His thumb settled on the hood of her clit while he teased her hungry pussy with his fingertips. “Then we will watch this world burn, 'ere we depart to rule Asgard... with Thor's head on a pike.”<br><br>Words faded into a growl as Loki mounted her, covering Amora's body with his own. His cock pressed against her belly, his lust renewed both by her abundant need and his visions of triumph. Moving down, knees between her legs, he guided the head of his prick to her wetness and slid the shaft up and down against her swollen pearl. “And you, my faithful slut, you mistress of mortal cocks. You need more, you say? You swallow my seed as eagerly as Sköll will swallow the sun. Is that not enough? You have another hole to be filled, you needy gash? Answer!”<br><br>Burning and hard once more, he pressed his tip just inside her hot, sweet cunt. Then his arms shot around her, pulling her upright as he rose, holding her tight. His heart pounded against hers as he lowered her into his lap, spearing her with his cock while he stared into her eyes with orbs of flame. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 23:09:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120422053347/filmguide/images/2/26/Charlize_theron_photoshoot-6762.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Amora Incantre<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Enchantress<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fortress of Lokitude<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7:40 PM EST<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Loki</span></span><br><hr><hr> <br><br><em> “ What spell is this you've woven for your Master?”</em><br><br><strong> “ You know as well as I that no spell is needed for you to to take what you desire from me. I give it willingly, for only you, my God of Mischief, can give me all I desire, in body and Power.”</strong> Amora would purr forth a laugh, even as she watched him with parted lips and baited breath as he licked free the glimmering sanguine brought forth from her efforts. She would not even attempt to quell the moan that whispered from her mouth as he spoke of his wishes, a sensation of sheer wantonness flowing through her as his eyes darkened with anger. With every word he spoke her hands slid over her body, guiding one hand over her taut stomach, along her thigh, the other cupping a breast to roll the already tightened nipple in her fingertips. She would gasp as&nbsp; grasped her hair and held her head, her already swollen bud pulsing as his face neared her own.<br><br>Her own eyes would bore into his as his desires for the fall of their enemies fell from his lips over hers, and a guttural cry would be forced from her when his hand settled to the needful mound between her legs. She would lift her hips towards his teasing ministrations, keening a barely audible mantra of <strong> “ ..please..”</strong>. This heightened as his body laid atop hers, only to lift himself upon his knees above her. Panting heavily her hands would slide over his muscled thighs, nails again making tracks in his flesh as her vision captured the scene before her. She would gaze longingly as the head of his cock parted velvety slick nether lips. His words became more demanding, and her answer mimicked. <strong> “ YES! More my Master! Always more, ever more! I want it all, I want all of you... I want everything you desire!!”</strong> <br><br>She would cry out as his arms surrounded her to easily lift her bodily to his lap, and as he finally gave her what she desired, as she impaled herself upon his thick cock, she would stare back into those deep eyes of flame. Her arms would wrap tight around his neck, and she would not be slow. She would not care now about his release. He had brought forth her frenzy of need, and she would ride him to her own finish. Thrusting her hips up and down, back and forth, her hands sliding to grip his shoulder hard for leverage as her hot cunt slid along his shaft faster, taking him deeper, grinding down harder and harder. Her head would fall back, golden hair cascading and kissing against his thighs, breasts bouncing with her gyrations. Her breaths came harsher and faster until in a crescendo she would scream, her body tensing, pussy pulsing around his cock as she came, shuddering to a stop to fall back again atop the furs with Loki still embedded in her depths. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 19:08:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdoycmEgTE1rkxzx5o1_500.gif)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Loki<br><strong>Title:</strong> God of Mischief<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fortress of Lokitude <br><strong>Tags:</strong> Amora </span></span><br><hr><hr><br>Her crescendo tore his breath away; her fierce, bucking passion was enough to drive any man mad. For a brief eternity he was lost in the waves of pleasure their joined flesh created. Loki let himself need her because he already had her – in mind and body, if not soul. As she fell back, his hands slammed into the furs on either side of Amora's perfect face, pinning her golden hair to the bed. He held her there until her pulse slowed, until the fire in his eyes faded, until their ragged breathing returned to normal. His cock softened at last and they parted, but still he could not resist the warmth of her skin. Rolling to one side, the god held his goddess close until time blurred. Yet there was never time enough.<br><br>“Loathe as I am to say it, my beauty, you must return to your mortal playthings. And I to mine.” Loki's outstretched hand sank into the furs and raked across them. “That blade I have given you will act as a focus for any spell you like. You may draw upon the power of the tesseract – with care, mind you – to torment our enemies or to open a portal to this place, our sanctuary, if you are in need of... respite.” He nipped her bare shoulder with something akin to playful affection.<br><br>“I must pay our new friends at S.H.I.E.L.D. a visit and then see which animal is caught in my trap on Stark's doorstep. You have a monster to make, don't you, darling?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assembled: The Moon, Space, and other Realms.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 01:22:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.downshiftmagazine.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/charlize-theron-1920x1200-02-Custom.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Amora Incantre<br><strong>Title:</strong> The Enchantress<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fortress of Lokitude<br><strong>Time:</strong> 8:00 PM EST<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Loki</span></span><br><hr><hr> Her laugh, more akin to a panthers purr would caress his skin as Loki fell atop her silken strands splayed behind her head and smooth shoulders. Sweat from her exertion glistened over her heaving breasts, and a hand came up to caress his cheek, smooth back his raven mane from that face, those eyes she so loved. As her Master fell to his side and gathered her up in his arms, she allowed herself the moment, curling against his still hot body, a leg draping over his as her head nestled upon his shoulder. <br><br>This moment would not last, and she would drink in every second she possibly could. For Loki to show such gentleness with her was a prize to hoard as long as possible. And indeed time ticked... soft fingers played easily with his smooth chest, tracing lightly the muscles with, her eyes closed. So very content was she that when he finally spoke, she would actually growl lightly. Yet he spoke true. Another playful growl as her shoulder lifted into his teeth, letting forth a dramatic sigh as she flopped upon her back, draping an arm over her face in not so feigned indignation.<br><br>But his offer brought her to lift her am just slightly, peering from just beneath the edge, brilliant eyes wide in shock. <strong> “ Truly Master? You would bestow upon me such a gift?”</strong> To say she was shocked was an understatement. Loki had failed sharing. It was well known. Though he had initially put the blade in her hand, had professed that it was a gift, she had merely brushed it off as one of his many games. For him to give her the knife showed a trust that went beyond words. She would slowly sit up, smoothing errant locks of gold behind an eat as she gazed down into his glorious visage. Fingers would be settled like a feathers touch upon his lips as she stared deep into his eyes, seeming to be searching. Silence was between them, until she finally spoke.<br><br><strong> “ I will not fail you..”</strong> <br><br>And she meant it. Leaning over to kiss his lips, lingering, devotion in the gesture before leaning over his chest, plump mounds squishing delightfully, and grabbing up the knife. With fluid ease she would rise, lifting the blade, turning it to gaze at it with the most wondrous smile of cruel delight upon her mouth. <strong> “ You are right. I have planted the seed within the large green lovely. It is time to make him grow..”</strong> With a bawdy wink to her Master she would saunter forth, her taut bare ass swaying for his viewing pleasure, brandishing the knife like a pro to tear a rent in the fabric of space, and.... <br><br><div align="center">Continued in Stark Towers, Main Lobby (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=144301.0)</div><br><br>
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