Carnival Club ~ Great Room
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				Title: <strong>Carnival Club ~ Great Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>16-03-2016, 19:14:45</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Great Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 05:56:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/ArtemisMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Artemis, #1215</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Great Room, Lounging upon a sofa</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Around seven in the evening, Friday</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Intended for Lux and Apollo</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed - Intended for Lux and Apollo - PM to Join</em><br><hr><br>It as one of the rare times when Artemis did not have her Apollo by her side.<br><br>She could feel the eyes upon her, the lingering glances of some of the club goers.&nbsp; The lioness, alone without her companion by her side.&nbsp; Their gazes lingered upon her in the laid back, relaxed atmosphere. Some entertained their companions, a piece of candy by their side, but there was no mistaking in her self-centered mind that some of them were contemplating her.&nbsp; A challenge, in a see of mostly submissives.&nbsp; A woman to be conquered.&nbsp; And without her companion by her side, some may have thought it an easier game to play, a more vulnerable prize to be had.<br><br>The smile widened as she took a sip of her champagne.&nbsp; Let them try, she thought to herself with a soft smirk.<br><br>She had no idea where her brother had wandered off too.&nbsp; For all she knew, he was still changing, or out blowing off a little steam with some little thing.&nbsp; Clearing his head and his balls for what was to come between the two of them.&nbsp; Wherever he was, she <em>knew</em> he'd come back to her.&nbsp; He always did.&nbsp; After all of the little skanks, the little tarts, the googley-eyed girls who just fawned over him, her brother always came back to her, back to being wrapped around her little finger as she was to his.&nbsp; She didn't have to worry about him.<br><br>Besides, the absence gave her more than enough time and opportunity to look about and scout the club-goers on her own.<br><br>The woman known simply as Artemis moved quietly along the polished floor of the Great Room&nbsp; Her long, sheer robe trailed behind her, a glimmer of gold around her ankle.&nbsp; A predator, a wolf in sheep's clothes, on the prowl for the object of she and her brother's game.&nbsp; Dark, hazel eyes scanned about the club goers through the gilded mask, looking for that right one, that perfect little play toy, she could use to her advantage.<br><br>A little bit of cheating, perhaps.&nbsp; Scouting out the members and workers in attendance before he could.&nbsp; An unfair advantage, perhaps.&nbsp; But he couldn't be mad at her for trying to find the perfect little play thing for their game.&nbsp; If he had been there, he would have done the same thing.&nbsp; If he wasn't already, she thought to herself, stealing a seat upon the large leather sofa as she waited and watched.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Great Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 08:57:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/ApolloMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Apollo, #1216</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Great Room, upper balcony<br><strong>When: </strong> Around seven in the evening, Friday<br><strong>Who: </strong> Artemis and Lux<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr>Apollo was, in fact, watching from one of the upper balconies, from the comfort of a leather sofa.&nbsp; He had a Martini in one hand, and was currently engaged in playing with the olive, sucking on it and rolling it around in his mouth, wiggling his tongue through the pitless center in a highly suggestive manner.&nbsp; &nbsp;He lounged on the sofa, leaning back, watching from his perch as his twin swept across the floor of the large space with her usual grace.&nbsp; Never was there a queen or empress who strolled with such presence, such extreme self-confidence; Cleopatra herself would have been jealous at the way Artemis' hips sashayed, swinging from side to side in a manner very much reminiscent of a jungle cat on the prowl.&nbsp; &nbsp; He wondered if she knew he was watching her; doubtful, but even if she had, she certainly would not have cared.&nbsp; He knew from the poised, deliberate way that she put one foot in front of the other that she was on the hunt.<br><br>The relationship between Apollo and his sister was a strange and twisted one.&nbsp; &nbsp;They were as close as two people could possibly get while still possessing separate bodies.&nbsp; Lovers as well as siblings, they had decided long ago that they were, in fact, two halves of the same soul, and nothing was therefore forbidden or taboo between the two.&nbsp; He had lost count of the number of times he had been inside her (although, to be fair, she had been inside him a few times as well).<br><br>That wasn't to say that sex with his sister was boring; it was, instead, akin to masturbation: pleasurable, certainly, and definitely an enjoyable way to pass the time, but it lacked the thrill, the excitement, the <em>novelty</em> of having sex with another party.&nbsp; They liked nothing better than to find some submissive, man or woman, and share him or her between them.&nbsp; They shared everything else, so why not?&nbsp; And, as always, there was the friendly rivalry between them, the unspoken competition that whatever one could do, the other could do better--whether it meant cunnilingus, fellatio, vaginal or anal intercourse, or everything in between.&nbsp; She was the yin to his yang, the alpha to his omega...the Artemis to his Apollo.<br><br>With drink in one hand, he ran the other across the shapely pair of legs currently draped across his robed lap.&nbsp; They belonged to some nameless blonde, some faceless tart whose name he hadn't even bothered to learn.&nbsp; <br><br><em>So the game is afoot, eh?</em> He thought, watching his sister survey the room with imperial precision.&nbsp; <em>Very well, dear sister, you have the first move. </em>&nbsp; He ceased playing with the olive and swallowed it.<br><br>"The lioness hunts so that the lion may feast," he murmured to himself, raising his glass in silent salute to his twin on the floor below.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Great Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 18:43:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Great Room, Lower Level</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Seven in the evening, Friday</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Apollo (M) and Artemis</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><hr><br>The night was a saddening bore. How many times had she lived this exact same evening? Looking at the mass of people. The fake smiles to lead to meaningless sex with little to no adventure. Although, she had been that way once upon a time. Seeking out any potential partner to indulge in her wildest fantasies with, but that was two years ago. Things had changed since then, and what used to scratch her itch for lustful engagements no longer worked. She needed something fresh. A new cock to swallow? A new pussy to dive her face into? It just seemed too simplistic, just like the <em>basics</em> that currently waltz around the Great Room. Peons. Nothing. Not worth wasting her precious time for.<br><br>Lux's mood was soured because of the lack of adventure to be had. Her petite and slender body pressed up against one of the back walls. <em>What are you, a common wallflower?</em> she snapped at herself in annoyance. Wired up with no solution to provide her relaxing release, as the mounds of her bubbly ass cheeks pressed into her silken robe and slipped against the wall. Her arms crossed pensively under her small bust, a cigarette igniting in her mouth as a cloud of smoke blew escaped her mouth and blew into the face of a newer member passing by. Lux smirked with her small distraction, providing herself a bit of comfort, but something was catching the corner of her eye.<br><br>She could scope out confidence without a word ever being uttered from someone's mouth. Her blue eyes, hidden behind the laced black mask, glimmered as she listened to the way the woman's body moved. She was smooth, fluid like water, but with a hit of stubbornness that made each step powerful. The tight way she held her back and chin with pride. The silken ripple of the fabric against her lithe body. Lux wrapped her plush lips around the filter of her cigarette before she exhaled another drag. Discovering that the night was going to be way more interesting than she had originally anticipated. <br><br>It wasn't until Artemis walked beside her, that Lux reached out and grabbed the silken ribbon of her robe. Lightly trailing it in-between her fingers and then tugging on it ever so slightly. Just to get the woman's attention and prevent her from wandering further inside the Great Room. "<strong>You can keep looking, but there is nothing but a heard of sheep in front of you,</strong>" she said. It didn't take rocket science for Lux to realize that this woman was similar to herself. Not a sheep waiting to be snapped at the heels into the nearest wolf pin to be devoured, while moaning in pleasure. Just judging by the confident smirk and the way she gracefully made her way through the room--she knew that they were the ones who did the barking. <br><br>But would she be barking up the wrong tree?<br><br>The attention toward Artemis brought the sensation of another set of eyes from above, slightly on her due to proxy. <em>It just keeps getting more interesting,</em> she thought inside of her mind, but refused to look up and see who the prying eyes were. Lux was locked into her prey, even if she already anticipated the woman was a bit more than she could chew. "<strong>My name is Lux. I assume you aren't a sheep yourself, Miss...</strong>" her eyes glimmered, prying for information as she pushed herself off of the wall and took one step closer to Artemis.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Great Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 22:18:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/ArtemisMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Artemis, #1215</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Great Room, Inspecting</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Around seven in the evening, Friday</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux and Apollo</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed - Lux and Apollo - PM to Join</em><br><hr><br>Apollo...<br><br>Her eyes found him instantly as she had sat upon the sofa.&nbsp; She could feel her twin's presence, feel his gaze upon her, calling her forth.&nbsp; The unspoken words, the invitation clear in her mind.&nbsp; A slight nod of her head, the gentle raising of her glass in acknowledgment.&nbsp; A toast to what was to come, she mused, taking a savoring sip of her champagne before rising to her feet, fully intent upon moving to join her brother.&nbsp; She had only made it a few steps, moving around the perimeter of the room, when the slight tug of her robe, the gentle pull, caught her attention.<br><br>Artemis paused, turning on her heels to the sight of the bold woman.&nbsp; Silence came as she listened to what she had to say, a gentle smirk forming across her face at what she had to say, the question and challenge posed.&nbsp; Bold indeed, she thought to herself.&nbsp; Did she think she was an equal to herself?&nbsp; Did this little Lux truly think she was an equal to herself?&nbsp; Artemis liked the girl already, liked the boldness of her, admired the difference from the rest of the sheep, as she so eloquently put it.<br><br>While Lux took a step forward, Artemis matched the woman, closing the gap between them.&nbsp; “There are indeed plenty of sheep here.” She mused, taking a hand to ever so gently skim across the soft flesh of the side of the woman's face.&nbsp; “As there are plenty of sheep in wolves' clothes.”<br><br>The question, the seeking of who she was, went ignored.&nbsp; Artemis allowed her hand to trail slowly down the woman's face, grazing against the softness of her neck to the neckline of the robe she wore.&nbsp; Gentle tugs, pulls came, without a care or heed for the woman's desire, pulling and tugging to inspect what lay beneath the silken robe.&nbsp; “Do you enjoy playing games, Little Lux?” Artemis asked gently, her eyes looking over the small bust, the lithe frame that appealed to her desires.&nbsp; She would do, she thought to herself, the smirk widening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Great Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 16:47:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Great Room, Lower Level</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Seven in the evening, Friday</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Apollo (M) and Artemis</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><hr><br>The chill of the air conditioned room met her peachy skin and goosebumps trickled across her chest, but Lux would not flinch. In fact, her grin would grow wider. Holding back a cooing moan from the electric sensations sparking in-between her thighs. The robe hand loosely, defeated next to her body, but would it have even shown a fight? Maybe Lux would find that she was a sheep herself. She felt that a black sheep would suit her, and so she offered her body as collateral. Breasts just barely the size of handfuls, pert brown nipples pointing directly at her choice for the evening, and a complete lack of underwear. Instead was a smaller groomed triangle, angled down toward the soft slit of her cunny. <br><br>"<strong>I do,</strong>" she cooed to the question about games. Her pearly white teeth exposed just for a moment, to bite on her bottom lip. Almost as if she was holding back from something. From grabbing the woman's cheeks, pursing them in-between her fingers, and forcing a hard, blunt kiss on her deliciously alive lips. Except intimidation was holding her back, which was something that Lux was not accustomed to. The challenged brought a burst of energy through her body, and while she knew she, too, could reach out and unravel the jewel in-front of her. She didn't.<br><br>"<strong>I do love games, but games with a good surprise?</strong>" she took another step closer toward her. The gap void between them. Her hard nipples feeling the silk of her robe stimulating her nerves. Her hand went to her collarbone, trailing it down the slit of her robe. Pushing the fabric aside as she teased to take a look, but she never did. She withdrew her hand and instead placed it on the woman's bottom lip. Her well manicured nail dragging across the soft texture, the warmth of her breath so close to her finger. So tempting...<br><br>But she pulled her finger away, slipping it to her side as she ran the same finger under the curve of her breast. Tracing as she pensively waited to respond, "<strong>What sort of game do you have in mind?</strong>" she tilted her head with a grin, her wavy dark blonde locks now untucked from behind her ears, as her piercing blue eyes scanned her face. The sensation of another pair of eyes still upon her. What sort of mysteries did this woman have? What was this wolf about to uncover? <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 21:45:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/ApolloMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Apollo, #1216</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Great Room, upper balcony<br><strong>When: </strong> Around seven in the evening, Friday<br><strong>Who: </strong> Artemis and Lux<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr>Apollo watched from his vantage point, like a Roman emperor of old surveying the coliseum, as his chosen champion squared off against the latest unsounded gladiator.&nbsp; A barked laugh escaped his lips--did the poor girl even know how much trouble she was in?&nbsp; Apollo knew his twin.&nbsp; He knew of her voracious sexual appetites and her depraved penchants, which put even his own to shame.&nbsp; It was like seeing a poodle square off against a pit bull.&nbsp; Amusing, certainly, and tragic, and even in its own way a bit adorable--but you knew how the encounter was inevitably going to end.<br><br>He put down his martini, and ran his hands up the legs draped over his lap.&nbsp; Apollo liked a good pair of legs and feet.&nbsp; He couldn't care less whether one had large, full, plump breasts or small ones, but he was a devotée of every bit of the female anatomy south of the waist.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had taken it fully upon himself to paint his sister's toenails, not trusting anyone else to do it properly, and had lavished her with anklets, toe rings, and expensive sandals, so that she might show her feet off.<br><br>Without taking his eyes from the scene below, his hand wandered further upward, sneaking underneath the bottom of the robe.&nbsp; His lips curled in satisfaction when he heard the faint gasp, followed immediately by the slow, drawn-out exhalation, as his reward.&nbsp; He continued to toy and tease, causing the woman's toes to curl and her leg to shake ever so slightly.<br><br>When, however, she whined at the lack of attention and reached out to turn his face toward her, his mood changed instantly.&nbsp; "I am done with you.&nbsp; You may go," he snapped, withdrawing his hand and wiping it on a napkin.&nbsp; The blonde frowned at him, her expression hurt and confused, but she obeyed, gathering up her dignity and sliding from the couch.<br><br>Now alone, picking up his drink one more time, he let the dry alcohol caress his tongue as he took a sip, watching his sister reel in the thin woman on the floor below.&nbsp; She seemed a slip of a thing, and quite young.<br><br>Yes, he thought.&nbsp; She would make an excellent toy.&nbsp; His sister, as always, had unimpeachable taste.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Great Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>25-03-2016, 04:41:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/ArtemisMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Artemis, #1215</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Great Room, Inspecting</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Around seven in the evening, Friday</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux and Apollo</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed - Lux and Apollo - PM to Join</em><br><hr><br>She would be very fun indeed, Lee thought to herself.&nbsp; A choice that even her brother could not deny.<br><br>Nothing was said for a long moment after the girl had finished speaking.&nbsp; For a long moment, she was more than content to savor that precious moment.&nbsp; The calm before the storm.&nbsp; The peace before the war that would take place in one of those bedrooms, that would ravage the girl standing before her until she was little more than a puddle, a shell of her former self.&nbsp; Laid bare and broken, like so many toys before her.&nbsp; Begging for more.&nbsp; Moments like that, that peace, that gentle innocence of the time between them, were meant to be savored.<br><br>“The kind of games many can only dream of…” She said gently, her voice darkened with lust.&nbsp; Her fingers went back to the woman, gently pulling at the robe, tugging at it’s removal.&nbsp; “The kind of games that require only the worthiest of playtoys.”<br><br>Her tongue streaked across her plush lips at the sight of her.&nbsp; “I think my Companion would very much like you.”<br><br>Whether the girl, and for that matter, a number of the club members, knew of the true relationship she shared with her Apollo, eluded her knowledge.&nbsp; To many, they may have seemed like any ordinary kinky, perverted couple.&nbsp; Married, living a comfortable and healthy romance with one another.&nbsp; That the twins shared a connection was apparent to all who witnessed them together, whether the voyeurs knew the true relationship between them or not.&nbsp; Lee never gave such talk, such rumors and discussion any fuel to the fire, for the sake of privacy if nothing else.&nbsp; And yet, she certainly did not deny them.&nbsp; Silence.<br><br>“Come.” She said, starting towards the stairs before pausing, turning to the girl.&nbsp; “And leave the robe.&nbsp; You won’t need it.”<br><br>Heels carried her up the steps, not bothering to look back to see if the girl had followed or not, if she had obeyed, or was just another sheep.&nbsp; She could almost feel the girl’s curiosity, the desire for something new, something interesting.&nbsp; She didn’t seem like the type that would pass up such an opportunity.<br><br>A smile crossed Lee’s lips as she came to the second floor, and crossed the open space, her eyes focused upon her Apollo.<br><br>“Having fun without me?” She asked, eyeing the jealous little tart off to the side of the scene as Lee sat herself down beside her brother.&nbsp; Curled against him, her legs strategically out of reach, sprawled across the rest of the seat.&nbsp; “I found us a playmate.” Said Lee, placing a hand upon her brother’s thigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Great Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 21:01:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Great Room, Lower Level</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Seven in the evening, Friday</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Apollo (M) and Artemis</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><hr><br>Not one trophy, but two? Lux's day couldn't get any better at this moment.<br><br>"<strong>A companion? Do tell,</strong>" Lux smirked. Nodding her head in agreement and following the woman up the stairway. Lux never truly expected an answer to the question, but rather a common exchange that meant she was interested and ready. Lux followed Artemis up the stairway, watching how the silken robe slipped off of her body. Wondering what mysteries she had hidden beneath her own robe. A flurry of questions rang through Lux's mind. Were her nipples going to taste sweet against her tongue? Was her companion a male of a female? Judging by the word 'companion' it could be anything, but Lux was always up for a new expierence. A new challenge. A new...<br><br><em>He's very easy on the eyes,</em> Lux thought the second that she trailed in behind Artemis. Judging by the body language, and the way Artemis sprawled her perfect legs against the couch beside them--she knew this had the be the companion. A pair of lovers to indulge with? Lux couldn't help but curve her pale pink lips into a smile. Slipping her hands to her robe to open the already loose cover. Her fingernails slid against her collar bone, to the sides of her soft breasts, and then town to her navel as the robe dropped to the floor. She was well groomed and medium height. Legs that were slender near her calves, but shapely around her hips. <br><br>She presented herself to the couple, as if she was being served on the most expensive sliver platters. Her head held high, a smirk on her face, and a devious look in her eyes. While Lux was just as interested in the male companion as she was the female, she was greedy enough to want them at the same time. Without permission, she scanned the two of them, and closed the distance. Standing in front of them while they sat comfortably on the couch. The scent of her perfume was light, but present. But she could only smell their hunger.<br><br>Her legs spread, no time to ask for permission, but instead making her way to both of their laps. One kneecap slipping against Apollo's inner thigh, and then other gliding along Artemis' soft thigh. Her body lowered as she attempted to sit, the smell of her wet sex apparent. Her hand went to one side, brushing up against Artemis' soft cheek, leaning it toward her. Admiring her pretty masked face, before her fingers moved to Apollo. Her fingernails scraping against the light stubble on his cheeks, looking at his handsome face, but then her eyes went to address the two of them. Together, as if they were one.<br><br>"<strong>They say that when two people are with each other long enough, they begin to look like each other,</strong>" she smirked. Looking at their similar skin color, hair, as she lightly pried for information. "<strong>They also say that couples that spread their love are more devoted to each other than those who greedily keep it for themselves,</strong>" she continued. Rambling at a time where her tongue would be better suited along an inner thigh. Her fingers finding their way to Artemis' hair. Slipping it behind her ear.<br><br>Lux left herself vulnerable between them, but she rather liked it. Her knees spread to kneel while touching both of them. Touch each piece of the puzzle that was their companionship. Her tongue swelled inside of her mouth, as she tasted her wanting sweet saliva. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Great Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 03:19:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/ApolloMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Apollo, #1216</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Great Room, upper balcony<br><strong>When: </strong> Around seven in the evening, Friday<br><strong>Who: </strong> Artemis and Lux<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr>She was bold, this one.&nbsp; Took many liberties where others might have been shy or self-conscious.&nbsp; &nbsp;Apollo forgave her this because she simply didn't know any better; she didn't know them yet.&nbsp; The nature of their...relationship, their arrangement in this place, hadn't yet been defined.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, he felt it was best to set some ground rules, to let the toy know what she was getting herself into.&nbsp; If she didn't like it, well, she was always free to walk away and no harm done. <br><br>He reached out, and very casually grabbed ahold of Lux's wrists as she reached out to touch them, to caress their cheeks, to run her fingers' through Artemis' hair.&nbsp; "You are very bold, little mouse," he said, holding her hands captive.&nbsp; Gently, yet firmly, he pulled her hands down.&nbsp; "My sister likes you.&nbsp; She rarely allows anyone to take such liberties."&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>Oh, yes,</em> said his smirk.&nbsp; <em>You heard me correctly.</em>&nbsp; He watched Lux's reaction carefully.&nbsp; Would she register some expression of shock at the admission?&nbsp; Would she register disgust?&nbsp; The way she reacted to the knowledge that blood siblings were so openly sexually active with each other would dictate the nature of their three-way relationship.&nbsp; &nbsp;If she quailed, if she balked at such a simple taboo...well, perhaps they could always look for another toy.&nbsp; <br><br>He drew Lux's left hand to his mouth, and kissed her fingers.&nbsp; "Let me tell you how things are going to be.&nbsp; If you consent to be our toy, you will be just that--a toy.&nbsp; We will use you entirely for our own pleasure," he said, letting her fingertips ride on his lips.&nbsp; "We will do as we wish with you.&nbsp; &nbsp;You will be our living, breathing, human sex toy."&nbsp; One eyebrow arched.&nbsp; "Our pet, little mouse.&nbsp; &nbsp;But in return for pleasing us, for surrendering to us--we will bring your most depraved fantasies to life."&nbsp; He grinned, a Cheshire cat grin full of teeth.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You will experience such pleasures as you have never known.&nbsp; But we will always, always be in control.&nbsp; Do you understand?"<br><br>He released her hands,&nbsp; and leaned back into the sofa.&nbsp; He wrapped his arm around his sister's back as she curled against him, folding her easily against his chest.&nbsp; From the way she did--and the way he wrapped his arm around her, his fingers stroking lazily up and down her spine through the robe, almost as an automatic response, as if it was second nature--it was clearly obvious that the twins were used to engaging in such blatant displays of comfortable public affection with each other.&nbsp; <br><br>"Do you have anything to add, dear sister?" he crooned, drawing out the word "sister," somehow managing to make it sound lascivious.&nbsp; Also implicit in the question was the suggestion that anything Artemis said would trump anything he did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Great Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 07:43:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/ArtemisMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Artemis, #1215</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Great Room, Inspecting</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Around seven in the evening, Friday</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux and Apollo</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed - Lux and Apollo - PM to Join</em><br><hr><br>Very few people could get away with such a brazen gesture as the little Lux woman had given in that moment.&nbsp; Such forwardness, a touch of the hand, upon her person, was something that beyond the walls of the club would have garnered a more fiery response.&nbsp; But within the walls of the Carnival, such forwardness, such a bold action, only endeared her more to the woman.&nbsp; There was a fire there...&nbsp; This girl was no ordinary sheep, no meek little playtoy that had bored the siblings so often.&nbsp; There was a spirit there...&nbsp; A spirit that was strong, bold...&nbsp; A spirit she was looking forward to testing.<br><br>Silence came from the woman known only as Artemis in those circles.&nbsp; She let her brother talk, be the harbinger of things to come that evening.&nbsp; Melodramatic as it may have seemed, it was simply the truth.&nbsp; She didn't need to expound upon that.&nbsp; Lee let her fingers do the talking.<br><br>There was no shame, no shyness.&nbsp; Her manicured hand skimmed across the bare flesh of the girl's thighs, her nails grazing along the inner softness with a quiet, menacing fashion.&nbsp; Along her inner thigh, Lee's finger tips raced, trailing up to the hot apex that eagerly awaited her.&nbsp; On and on, never stopping, never showing any signs of hesitation.&nbsp; A movement that spoke of some deep, inner knowledge of the girl.&nbsp; As if she had already belonged to them for so long, an ordinary object that had been explored time and time again.<br><br>A finger pressed against the hot, moist flesh.&nbsp; Her nail circled the girl's little nub of nerves, skimming along the softness of her labia before slipping within.&nbsp; Gently the finger curled, gathering the arousal upon her digits as her brother continued to speak, before they were brought to her own lips, Lee tasting the evidence of the girl's excitement upon the tip of her tongue.<br><br>“Only that she's a delicious little thing.” Lee remarked, cleaning her finger with a long, stride of her tongue before once again dropping it down between the girl's thighs yet again.&nbsp; Taking more of the girl's arousal upon her finger tips before offering them to her brother to taste.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Great Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>04-04-2016, 19:57:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Great Room, Lower Level</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Seven in the evening, Friday</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Apollo (M) and Artemis</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><hr><br>Lux did not feel the same sensation of warmth and intrigue coming from the companion of Artemis, but she did not feel that he was off-putted by her actions. The way she ran her finger down the side of his scruffy cheek only to be quickly snatched up by the male counterpart’s firm hand. Her eyes narrowed, at first wary of his sudden action, but it wasn’t until he began to speak that she realized exactly the sort of situation she was in. Well shaped brows perked to her hairline as they mentioned they were brother and sister, but the smile plastered on her face welcomed their incestous ways. A pair of lovers, born together, raised together. She could imagine that they knew each other’s bodies extremely well, to anticipate what the other wanted before a singular word was said.<br><br>They were almost like a mythical being to Lux, and suddenly she felt honored that they had picked her. “<strong>A pet?</strong>” she cooed, feeling lips brush against her red knuckles. Realizing she’d had to submit to the two of them, and allow her body to indulge in the magical seduction that practically poured out of their pores. A shiver rolling down her spine as she felt Artemis sliding her up her thighs. The woman’s fingernails scraping along the goosebumps beginning to form on her soft skin. Artemis did not seem like the type of woman to ask for permission, but she wouldn’t have had to with Lux. Already Lux had lowered her guard to the beautiful vixen, and then to her handsome brother by proxy. <br><br>And Lux was glad her barrier was down, because Artemis explored her new pet’s territory by mapping her wet slit. The petals of her sex quaked when her finger circled the hood of her clit, daring to press on the most intimate cluster of nerves, but teasing her they ventured further south. To say that Lux was moist would be an understatement, because she was practically drenched when Artemis slid her slender digits inside of her plush velvety walls. While some women were ribbed on the inside, Lux was not. Instead her soft insides were like smooth pillows, tight and soft enough that as Artemis wiggled her fingers inside of her body, she could feel her fingers pressing into the hollowed area of her g-spot. Pressing just under her pelvic bone.<br><br>Lux felt her breathing get caught in her throat, as she held back a moan. Instead, her eyes glimmered at Artemis, watching with peaked interest as her tongue rolled over the glistening fingers. Knowing that it was her juices she was complimenting, as she offered it to her brother. Her chocolate orbs rolled back into her head, behind her laced mask, and her pearly white teeth bit her plush bottom lip. “<strong>I imagine you have a bit of spice with your sweetness,</strong>” she said lowering her chin. A devious look in her eyes, as her mouth watered and tongue swelled with the thought of their sex against her tongue. <br><br>It sealed the deal. It would be a challenge for Lux to give herself to a couple without calling her own shots, but a challenges are what kept Lux striving toward each day with the sparkle in her eye. “<strong>I’ll be your little pet…</strong>” she said turning her eyes to Apollo then to Artemis. “<strong>I’ll mew for you like a submissive little kitten. I’ll get on my knees and let you devour my body like a pack of hungry wolves,</strong>” she fantasized with the thought, her toes curling into the pads of her feet. <br><br>“<strong>Consider my sweet body and mind yours for the taking,</strong>” she slipped one hand on Apollo’s thigh, and then the other on Artemis’ thigh. Scraping her fingernails upward as she slowly dragged their silken black robes up their body. “<strong>And I’ll do my best to be the vessel to allow your sibling love to thrive... </strong>” a sparkle came to her eyes as she stood up. No longer sitting in-between the couple, wanting to see their connection together, as she slipped her nude and lithe body to the glass coffee table in front of them. Offering herself on a glass platter, dressed and primped like a fine bird. Her legs then moved to the edge of the couch, as she slowly trailed her toes along their outer thighs. Watching. Waiting. Listening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Great Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 06:31:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/ApolloMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Apollo, #1216</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Great Room, upper balcony<br><strong>When: </strong> Around seven in the evening, Friday<br><strong>Who: </strong> Artemis and Lux<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed<br><hr>Apollo watched the Mouse speak with intense interest.&nbsp; Physically, she was simply delightful.&nbsp; A slight, slender thing, with small, perky breasts, large, dark eyes, and wavy lengths of brown kisses with blond streaks--she would be quite the fun toy indeed.&nbsp; Provided, of course, that she could handle them.&nbsp; It wasn't unknown for the twins to play rough with their toys, to leave them broken, psychologically and otherwise, in their wake.&nbsp; Apollo tended to dole out the physical punishments; he left the emotional ones to his sister.<br><br>But Lux's words pleased him.&nbsp; He liked to see a bit--okay, a lot--of fight in his pets.&nbsp; It made them all that much more fun to break in.&nbsp; He'd never been a cowboy, but he imagined that the process was a lot like taking in a wild stallion, breaking it, and taming it, training it until it would trot and prance upon command.&nbsp; &nbsp;And oh, how he had every intention of making Lux trot and prance upon command...<br><br>He remained silent as his sister spoke, and then again as the Mouse spoke.&nbsp; His expression did not register either approval nor disapproval, but remained carefully neutral, businesslike, much like an employer interviewing a prospective employee.&nbsp; Which, in a way, was the case; he and Artemis were interviewing her to see if she would be both willing and able to serve as their submissive.&nbsp; &nbsp;Apollo had no intention of letting the Mouse walk all over him; that was a role reserved exclusively for his sister, with whom he had a kind of affectionate rivalry.&nbsp; Each twin prided themself on their powers of seduction, and it was a running contest to see who could first bring their target to orgasm.<br><br>When Artemis brought her finger to his mouth, covered in the girl's juices, he quickly and automatically wrapped his lips around it.&nbsp; Making sure that Lux was watching, he made a show of it, sucking so that his cheeks caved in, and then slowly, sensuously pulling off.&nbsp; He finished the display by rolling his tongue around the pad of his twin's fingertip, a lewd and highly suggestive gesture.<br><br>"I would like to hear you mew," mused Lex, in response to the girl's assertion, once he had licked his lips.&nbsp; "Perhaps I might even promote you, little Mouse.&nbsp; Would you like to be our little Kitten instead?&nbsp; Would you prefer that?"<br><br>He reached out his hand, cupping Lux's chin in his palm.&nbsp; His thumb ran along her lower lip, swiping back and forth, once.&nbsp; "Well, sister," he said, to Artemis.&nbsp; "I am officially intrigued.&nbsp; &nbsp;Tonight was beginning to look dreadfully humdrum, but it seems you have outdone yourself.&nbsp; I would like to play with this one.&nbsp; Test her limits.&nbsp; &nbsp;Should we take her somewhere..."&nbsp; he gestured around the Great Room, populated with its robed, masked members, huddled off in groups of twos and threes,&nbsp; "...more private?&nbsp; The Victorian Red Room (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246025.0), perhaps?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Great Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>13-04-2016, 05:36:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/ArtemisMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Artemis, #1215</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Great Room, Inspecting</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Around seven in the evening, Friday</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux and Apollo</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed - Lux and Apollo - PM to Join</em><br><hr><br>A laugh escaped her lips to hear her brother's words.&nbsp; Artemis could not help but to grin, a wicked, twisted grin of evil upon her features.&nbsp; “You're such a big softy, dearest.” She remarked to her brother, her eyes turning to their little toy for the evening.&nbsp; “A few little noises from her lips, and you're all ready to promote her to something.”<br><br>For a moment she paused, smirking as she reached up to run her fingers through the girl's hair.&nbsp; “Remember that pathetic little waste of time the last time we decided to play?&nbsp; All talk...&nbsp; It was all that waste of a tongue was good for...”&nbsp; The memory played in her mind, the young woman who had seemed so eager to play their little game, so excited and full of life...&nbsp; Only to disappoint, in so many different ways.&nbsp; She payed for the waste of their time in the end, leaving the room as nothing more but a sobbing mess of flesh and bone.<br><br>Would this little mouse disappoint just the same?&nbsp; She didn't want to think it would be so.&nbsp; The girl seemed to have a certain boldness that could make things so very interesting, so very exciting...&nbsp; But would it be a waste?&nbsp; Only time would tell.<br><br>Artemis disentangled herself from the couch, rising to her feet as she extended a hand to their little toy for the evening.&nbsp; “Come.&nbsp; Let's go find somewhere private to play.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Great Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 21:14:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Great Room, Lower Level</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Seven in the evening, Friday</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Apollo (M) and Artemis</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><hr><br>"<strong>I'm sure that between the two of you I'll be purring right into your palm when you stroke me the right way,</strong>" she said bluntly, raising her head in a confident tone as she toyed with Apollo's words. Even now, with her feet propped up against the couch, she eyed them both with a curiosity and aching passion. The way that they just looked at her, like hunters who had marked her pray, made her want to bite her bottom lip and hold back a gentle coo. "<strong>If you promote me too soon, what little mouse will I have to play with?</strong>" her eyes lingered on Apollo,&nbsp; responding back to Artemis' question, while she stared at his powerful frame frame and feeling the shadow of his sister was even larger, towering over him. It made Artemis even more appealing. She was so smooth, so strong, but she every effort of her body <br><br>"<strong>Shall I lead the way to the Victorian Red Room?</strong>" she asked, walking ahead without a response. Still completely nude as she walked with one foot right in front of the other, as if it was nothing. The woman had amazing posture, to say the least. Each movement of her body was fluid like a still river, but with enough friction to cause a ripple to the generous curve of her ass cheeks. Then suddenly she stopped. Lux looked over her shoulder with a sinister and sly look in her eyes said, "<strong>Or would you prefer to get your new pet a leash and a collar to drag me to the room with you? Because I will bite, even if you don't want me to,</strong>" she smirked, but then waited for them to walk ahead. <br><br>Lux knew that her time as the mouthy little brat that she could be was at and end, and she assumed that they wouldn't have cared for the commentary. But the woman seemed like the type to push and push. It seemed as if she almost wanted to be broken, but she wanted to fight all along the way. <br><br>**Scene Moved Here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246025.0)
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