Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance)
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				Title: <strong>Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>17-07-2015, 04:07:29</strong>
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				What had happened long ago was the reason they were where they were today. Magda made sure her recanting of the tell would not allude to anything but that truth. Perhaps it was interesting to see how the form of that girl kneeling before her shimmered when the lights hit her, the coloring of her flesh a lighter purple then the dark wide set eyes. A newly acquired purchase from Magda's sister Allora, whose immersion into their culture would be overtaken by Magda herself. Every grouping needed new flesh from time to time, otherwise the pool of entertainment would become stagnate the last thing they needed so near to His Fleshday. Besides, rather then allow those the Elder's tended to fight for the right to first release? She had to use her force and favors to have a Slaver bring her the best of his best. This beautiful little flower from moons outside of the fourth planet's flow.<br><strong><br>"I believe we shall call you, Illusia. When we speak of or to you, if we do. Of course, after a year's worth of service you will be allowed to chose a more familiar name, should you wish it. But it is important, Illusia for you to do more then merely listen or understand the words that I am speaking. You must be capable of inserting them into your soul and knowing that it will become your story as well. If not? It will be the reason you cease to be upon this plane. "</strong><br><br><br>Strange perhaps for Magda, the Elder to speak so softly. Normally her tones were to the point, the nature of her beauty compelled others to listen to her, to assume the power in her curved form was their want and will as well. Even among the Harem, even when they had not taken to the Hidden, she had been in appearance a dopple ganger for the Goddess of Battle. Lusty and powerful, the tone remained softened by the softer life of remaining hidden, thick thighs and ass that now was cause of some bit of grief from her Sisters. Perhaps because of it's size, or how goblet could be rested on the crest of it, and not split as she moved the globes of those cheeks so pronounced. Flesh, that tanned color of her race, like polished bronze wrapping upon the taller woman. It was those long fingers, strong things that whispered over Illusia's jaw now allowing her to rest her chin upon her knee as she played with the long dark purple curls that tressed their new purchases head.<br><br><strong>"You have heard of the House of Anomon. The House that Tigrid the Tumultuous attacked when you were but a child, I am sure. Anomon was vying for political strength, the games that our Masters and Mistresses play at the cost of our blood and happiness. From Tigrid's house, in the time of his father, had been a marriage to Anomon. The purpose of that union was to craft a House that would end such tiresome games, at least for the span of a lifetime, if not two. "<br></strong><br>Magda's other hand drifted rising upwards to sweep the screen of a pelixco open, so that images in holograms could play stills from the history log. Let the images of the House,of the people she spoke of roll across the line of vision of Illusia, as her other hand soothingly stroked the dark curls. A haunted expression slipping over her own features, beautiful as they were.<br><br><strong>"And for a bit of time, all was well. Or so it seemed.&nbsp; The two set to arranged marriage? They all but consumed one another. He was as powerful as she was stunning. Their need for flesh? For opulence? It was unquenchable. But more splenetic was their dedication to one another. You see, both had grew up nursed upon power. Both had suckled the full stomach of it, and they used one another as means to attain it. Months became years, and House Anomon grew. It soon eclipsed the brides birth house in sway and favor. It's harem was beyond compare, each slave within, each consort or concubine brought held not one talent but several. Collected from the skies and the many worlds within, some swearing themselves to the house merely to be given a chance to earn room within the Harem. They had seen to their Harem being a place of torment and pleasure, wisdom and folly&nbsp; and there was not one who was allowed within that was not astonished by the feats that were completed within."</strong><br><strong><br>"One would think that they would have been wiser, after He was born. Given to the core to be raised, their offspring. But it was the Harem, the hundred 'mothers' that the boy had and yet did not have who helped to form him.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was a blessed babe, the one who would inherit not just House Anomon but by right, would be able to take control of House Tigrid as well. They were warned however. And gave the issue to those within the Harem who were better suited to manage such concepts. And their rise to power, like a meteor tracing the sky had changed the course of the minor stars as well. You see, her brother who had been content to be overtaken in the shadows until He was born. That night, he vowed that he would rid the worlds of anything that could take what was his. Why should this child be allowed to control so much, when he had done more then been passed from a whore's cunt? Why should birth be the only needed thing, for him to eclipse his uncle? That thought dwelt within Tigrid like a cancer. After the passing of his parents, he was unfettered and unleashed.</strong>"<br><br><strong>"His cruelty knew no bounds. His ability to seep within and infect the smaller houses was seen and noted by the House. But it came as shock when he struck on such a level that there was nothing that could be done. At least. Nothing he believed could be done."</strong><br><br>The way the story softened those features, as she turned her gaze down to the girl watching the history played out, her hand pausing within the coils of the dark hued curls.<br><br><strong>"For even as His mother was stabbed and left to die. Even as His father suffered a wound that even our doctors could not stop from devouring his life essence, it was us within the Harem who saw to His extraction. We even managed with slight losses to take the father deeper within, towards the sanctuary that had been built long ago, before the time I was free, or even your mother likely breathed her first. Prepared for such a siege, the sanctuary held us, set to drift as Tigrid raged. In his last days, for his child, he recorded within the system the Oath that will validate His birthright, which will allow Him to be key in reclaiming His rights. The act of kindness from the father, given to Him, guarded by us. But why should we just guard the key? Why should we not use the key, as we were used by the mother and father? By the council and all those who held the power of death and life over us like some yoke, never ending? "</strong><br><br><strong>" I know it is hard for you to accept it. But House Anamon is not dead. Not as His uncle has spewed for years now. We are very much alive. And tomorrow is His Fleshday. Tomorrow he assumes his mantle as Man and head of House Anamon. That Tigrid is not prepared for such should be no shock, after all we have clung to the far reaches for the last years. Pausing to trade, to strengthen ourselves, to send out our spies and receive the warnings they return. We are far from fools, because, little Illusia."</strong><br><br><strong>"We have a chance here, to be more then free. And you, little darling one, will be the one who is granted the delight of taking his first seed. You see, we have purchased you, to give you highest honor. It would cause to much strife for it to be one of us. Already we hunger for him, like a pack of bitches in heat. He has been raised within our bosom before he had grown his first hairs. We have each treated him like beloved son, rewarding his kindness, teaching him to respect, to obey, to serve us without question, all the while feeding him the truth, that he will be Anamon the Omnipotent, as long as he pleases us. Of course, in the morning, as the rituals begin, he will be welcomed into man hood and my Sister Elders and myself would see him rewarded for his delightful purpose."</strong><br><br>The Sanctuary the very ship they had retreated too, but to be called a ship was to do it a disservice. It was a huge living breathing small country. It was viable for all things, the latest technology still adorning it's metal and bio-shelled form, if only because the Harem saw to such. Clinging to the outer lands had bought them time for their prize to grow from boy to man, within their arms. And tomorrow they would take the man and make him a weapon that would allow them to be more then free, but to shape the politics of a world that had deemed them worthy of only service.<br><br>Magda drew in a breath, as she turned her hand upon the hair downwards, to make the girl turn those dark pools up to her own startlingly clear ones, the cat like pupils disarming at times. Studying the girls face with a warriors expression as if to weigh if the girl needed to be mercy killed, before entering into the fray of ship swarming with those who hungered for their Him, who lusted for him even now as the time grew so close. Her own wondering at how long they could make the boy dance, a strategy that pleased her enough to lift the brow as she swept her fingertips across the girls mouth. -<br><br>As she spoke, the room that they had been within opened. The sound of metal against metal, gears to gear, the shifting weight of the massive ship echoing as she was allowed first look within the beautiful splendor that was refuge for so many. Magda allowed her to rise, to step into the portal as she herself followed. A turn of her head, the incline of it out of respect for one of her dear Sisters, as they discussed quietly the details of the next morning.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>17-07-2015, 05:22:25</strong>
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				He rose in the morning on the day of his ascension, his birthright. Oh yes, he had been reared by countless mothers and sisters. He'd grown up with serving girls who became full-figured and womanly, eager to please their "brother". He looked around his massive bed. It was ornate wood even. The harem ship had long broken from the Anomon estate. It was whispering around fringe space, a massive complex. The girls were all to be his as he was theirs, but Magda had seen to it to bring the family reserve funds. Gently he stroked his own face. He was a tall, strong man without being bulky. Ever since fourteen he had been trained four times a standard week by the bodyguard harem members. He rose and turned the shade screen off on the window his master bedroom. <br><br>He watched the blue star they were orbiting, they had stopped at an exotic back-world to pick up a few new pieces of flesh for his Fleshday. Now his days would be filled with sex and delight. He would no longer be forced to sequester himself from them at night. His bed wouldn't be cold. It was so cold in space. Oh there were climate control mechanisms, but the massive fortress ship was far too large to heat efficiently, or maybe he could still remember the warm homeworld and how much he missed it. <br><br>He bathed, shaved his jaw clean, and dressed. He dressed in white, the house color. He took at deep breath and closed his green eyes, dark hair, short-cropped. He opened the double doors to the antechamber. He was spotted by the girls in their pretty clothes with their pretty collars some were topless. He spied their naked breasts with lust and a bit of bashfulness. Magda had told him he would have to love the girls, do what they say. Not on his birthday though, not on his fleshday. He owned all the girls, there was nothing around that. He knew that even when they took them in. Magda had subtly manipulated the view of the harem. In a house run traditionally the women were nothing, status symbols. Not to the Anomon heir. <br><br>"Oh hello, master..." a four armed woman cooed stroking him. "Give us a kiss?" He didn't, but she teased him. He was Garius Anomon, last of his house. He smiled at the countless women. Actually they were countable, but to say that much of the ship was given to sprawling living space was an understatement. Garius knew he had one important responsibility. The first woman he lay with would become the most important on the ship, it was a time honored tradition of marking the First of the harem. <br><br>Of course his eyes were on one in particular. His Magda. He knew finding her would be easy. A maiden with a large rump and scales on portions of her skin brought him breakfast. The girls wanted to feed him and snuggle him. They were all trying to curry favor. He was turning red with the attention. He'd never been looked at like this before. Some of these women hadn't been his surrogate mothers and sisters though he saw a few. He smiled and his hands furtively touched breasts and legs, he was exploring new territory. <br><br>Eventually he found his way in to Magda's room. As head girl and leader, he had given her (at a none-too-subtle-nudging) a garden room in the atrium. It had a screen to the stars and its own anti-gravity control in case she wanted to meditate in no gravity. He walked through the warm garden feeling the cold leave his joints. He was calm and soft-spoken in his nature. He didn't knock, he need not, he was the master. <br><br>He found Magda coaching a purple skinned woman of full curves, it was no secret what the young heir had always enjoyed staring at when he realized women were different. "Hello, Magda," he didn't ignore the purple skinned alien woman. He hungrily devoured that massive ass, those thick womanly thighs. He reached out and touched her stomach, a womb he would fill with seed. He knew not how old Magda was, she looked like she might be a well-aging woman of her late thirties (he supposed, he was not good at judging), but with alien biology, human mutation, or trips to the regenesis chambers. He did not judge, she was still beautiful. <br><br>He turned to Illusia, her skin intrigued him. "Darling," he said helping her up. "I know Magda has probably offered you up as my virgin to take, and you will be taken in time, but I have waited for this day a long time. Leave us please, once I've worn out Magda you can come in and relieve her." He smiled. He patted her butt and sent her out. <br><br>He locked the door and took a deep breath. "You knew you had to be my first." he said, "You're far too smart for that..." He smiled. He was a man now, but he still had much boyish charm. "Take me to your bed, let's make love..." He said candidly but not without its deep care. He walked to her bed and stripped off his jacket and pants, naked to her. A large fat cock swung greedy and large between his legs, a pair of a massive balls promised cum for hours. The old adage of a man not having more women than he could please in one night. Obviously, the heir had more than that, but he looked to be equipped to prove it true. <br><br>He turned and took her hand and began exploring her body. Normally he knew the bronze matron would never stand for such candidness in public, but he knew in private she was quite willing to play to the side of romantic. he pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair. "I will ruin myself on many women this day and many days in the future, but for now, I want to explore you... may I?" Even on his day of manhood he was still asking her if it was proper for him to have her. He breathed deeply taking her to the bed laying against her, head in her considerable bosom. Soon they would both be naked, writhing, him exploding in her over and over. For now though he simply enjoyed her warmth, waiting to see how she began instruction the heir on the proper way to make love to a goddess. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>17-07-2015, 07:02:47</strong>
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				Her form as decadent as it was, thick and strong, the line of muscles now covered with womanly softness still showed when she shifted just right. Bronze flesh, smoother then silk, her own gauze bands of white adorned the thick curves and yet hid nothing from view. Not the dusky flesh of her nipples, nor the bare lines of her sex. The day had arrived, and the one before her? This purple fleshed girl would bear the delicious task of feeding Him. Magda had given instructions to the boy, since the day he was saved. Choices were hard ones to make from time to time, but she made them with the cold viciousness of a general on a battlefield. <br><br>Outside she knew they would beg and barter. They would tempt and preen today, for they were beings of flesh. Their life had been temptation, seduction, creating want and illusion of emotions if emotions could not be felt. Such kept each of them alive, no matter what world they came from. Exotic and beautiful, they were a carnival of delights, ready on his Fleshday to entertain him, to feed from him. Starving for the flesh of Him, Magda had seen to their being fed what He would be. To their conditioning as he had been conditioned. They were far from traditional. And today, he would be given his taste of what was his right. He would be fed until he burst, and then he would be suckled back to strength and fed from again. Until his conditioning was complete, until they were the voice within his mind, the ache within his bones, the very beings he could not and would not deny. All the while projecting his power as the heir of Amonon would. Cold and cruel to the outside, and within? Theirs as they were His. <br><br>Garius knew well where Magda was. His Magda, powerful and soft, luscious in those over bearing curves. In the rooms she had 'nudged' for, and been given. The garden room and it's heat suited her, reminded her of the place she was taken from, where women were the ruling class. Where they were goddess of war and power, vicious and alive. Not kept blooms, as they were where she had been taken too after loss in arena. A trophy of House Amonon, and it's power. Nevermind the champion they sent had used drug, something they readily admit to during the torture her sisters had placed upon them. It was too late, Magda was lost to the stars, and her clan had beat the drums and wailed. And when she had awakened, locked within the Harem? She had not wept. Merely packed the scar that had almost killed her with ground onyxcolored rock. So she would never forget.<br><br>Cat like pupils shifted, as she smelt the approach, as she focused upon the sound of footsteps. He moved within, the way her body remained seated, not because of disrespect, but because of it, as she coached the sweetling with chin upon her knee. Illusia shifted, trained she was, and like a good girl she spread her thighs for him, arched that spine to tempt . And yet, he helped her upwards. He spoke words that broke her heart, and filled her with confusion as her brows knitted. Her lips parted, but she was silenced by Magda's glance. A nod of her head, as she drifted where He directed to be sent from the rooms. The lift of Magda's brow as the sound of the door locking rang out, turning to look over her shoulder as she drew herself upwards.<br><br>By no means a short woman. If he were less of a man? She might be overwhelming, the hyper sexuality curves on such a tall frame. <strong> "You have shaved, Lord Amonon."</strong> Her voice held that raspy rumble as head canted observing those green orbs with her white pools. A flick of tongue over the pouted line of her bottom tier as she reached hand outwards to stroke the line of a flower blooming beside her. <strong> " But the perception had to be your choice in that. You are far to smart to believe differently." </strong>. Perhaps she should have opened those doors, and allowed the others to take their pleasure, to fuck him until prick burnt and mouth was exhausted, but Magda held her own hunger. Watching him as he moved towards that large bed, and turned. Undressing himself, her throat clenching at the sight of him without the cloth to dampen the view. She had seen him bare before, by the Known and Unknown how many times had she served him in bath, or during training or after it? <br><br>And yet? His hand touched her own and he would begin to stroke his fingers against her form. Pulling her into his embrace, that stroking through the strange crimson strands as he asked the question to her. A movement of her hand from his own, as she drew her touch against the line of his arm, working upwards, spreading fingers outwards so she could use her palm to play over skin she intended to devour. Undressed from the white coloring to leave her exposed for him as his head pressed into the large globes of her tits, slowly arching her spine&nbsp; the playful squeeze of her upper arms to either side of those globes to lock him there, before releasing. <strong> "It is His Fleshday. The first time He will fill a cunt with seed. The first time He will feel milking cunt, ass, and mouth begging for Him. So, He must learn first and after, He may explore." </strong> making game of it, as she lay back.<br><br>Her hands moved rolling against her tits. <strong> "These, are to be licked, held, massaged, suckled upon. You may even find those who desire you to pinch them, to bite them to the point of their screams. Some, will want you to rub oil between them and lay your cock right there, so they can squeeze them together, and fuck into them. They then, My Lord, will try to suck the tip of your beautiful prick, while you do. "</strong> She paused waiting for his eyes, for his movements, as she ran her hand down her stomach. <strong> "When you are with one you want. Touch them, kiss them, nothing is dirty, nothing is wrong. Each woman is a canvas, My Lord, begging for you to discover the things that make them hunger, make them wet for you. Your presence ignites a fire in them, even in me. "</strong> <br><br>Even though she knew most he knew, it was the words that let her 'show' him, as she spread those thick thighs wider, taking his hand into her own. A touch with his index finger right at her clit, letting him see the bundle of nerves and the sweet hood that protected it.<strong> "This is a point of pleasure. Can you see how wet I am? That is for you. How hungry I am to fuck you, to feel you, to roll you over and take you inside of me. This little pearl, flick it, kiss it, grind it, adore it. It will make almost any woman call out for you." </strong>. <br><br>Her pause, as she lay there, on her back propped up, her fingers with his against her clit. Tenderness in how she arched those hips and then cast smile that showed her knowledge. <strong> "It is your Fleshday, My Lord. Shall I be so bold as to show you where the path to heaven is? Would it be more pleasing, my Lord, for me to take you until you cry my name, and then teach these lessons. I.." </strong> the wickedness in how she moved sitting up upon the bed, her hand reaching out so she could stroke fingers down the side of that prick. <strong> "Let me please you. It has been so long, and I have been so very hungry for you. "</strong> The truth of it, the bronze flesh moving as she took her mouth and pressed it to his as her hand crept down to circle his cock. Tongue dove between his lips, harsh and primal, beckoning him to fuck her mouth with his, as her other arm wound him closer to her, the greedy pumping of her fist as it attempted to wrap around that prick, letting that sensation sink in as she broke kiss and lapped tongue back and forth against his mouth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>18-07-2015, 15:17:42</strong>
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				Garius was a strange creature, a red blooded noble heir who was raised exclusively by women. They were his teachers, his confidants, his friends, and now he had a ship full of lovers. the heir knew that the girls were often there not by choice, but to him that made little difference. He was not responsible for the sins of his defunct house. Not knowledgeable of Magda's circumstances he simply loved them. He watched her lie down, display herself, petals nestled between heavy globes. Garius found himself growing hotter and harder, his semi-erect cock came to full nigh unbelievable thickness (a hedge bet by the harem, drugs and gene therapies being part of his training unbeknownst to him). <br><br>He blushed, it had been very important to Magda and her inner cabal that the man-to-be was kept as virginal as possible. Oh he learned of the differences between men and women, he learned what his body could do, but any woman who tried to seduce him before it was time (other than the subtle tug of the head woman, Magda) was corrected. <br><br>Garius didn't think of it much, but his harem (something he would normally oversee, except for his unique position) had various tiers and hierarchies). Magda and her most trusted cabal wore the platinum and purple of the House Anomon for collars. The ones below were all equally talented and beautiful, but were more mutable due to personally preference and what other duties needed doing, all were his flesh to have, but they had other duties, hosting, cooking, bathing the heir, cleaning.<br><br>Magda caught the reserved young man off guard with her kiss, but it wasn't totally lust driven. It wasn't hard to see that the heir just wanted love. Old enough to know what he lost it had damaged him. Many of Magda's cabal had been willing to outright abuse the heir until the first night alone when he realized all he lost and cried. Magda for all her brass and fire, all the deserved resentment she might harbor for his House, stayed with the twelve-year-old Garius. Much of the anger and fire many felt toward what had once been a ruthless House died with his parents. <br><br>Still, he was an orphan raised by concubines. He melted into her kiss, at first not even feeling how her fingers (barely) wrapped around his cock. He listened to her talk about how to please women. He smiled his hands finding her back. "You're right," he admitted, "I think I want to find my own path this day. It is my fleshday after all..." He felt vindication and love when she confessed her hunger for him. He was a handsome man, and the prize for any woman. "I think I want to take my time exploring every way to make love to you, Magda..." <br><br>He grabbed one breast tentatively, almost shyly, massaging the bounty of flesh too big for his hands. Of course when he was done with Magda she would have to walk, cum covered and filled to the center of the common area of the ship and display to all the women that she was chosen as the Head Concubine, not simply by virtue of her seniority, but she was chosen by the Heir who's clout (while mostly controlled through the cabal) was not negligible. He was still the head of the House, only acquiescing to the women because it was what he was trained to do. He was still very well reared in his eventual destiny. <br><br>"You would let me enjoy your body every way I wanted, wouldn't you?" He said. Gently he rolled her over. It was no secret that the heir's lust for large asses was insatiable, and for a class humanoid Magda had the largest. There were a few aliens had larger ones, but they were seven feet tall or otherwise had it in their physiology. Magda was simply curvaceous by natural endowment. "You love me, don't you?" Despite having a harem, he couldn't imagine making love without being in love... even if it was with every woman in their own way. <br><br>Garius ran his hands slowly, lovingly over her ass as he waited to here how much he was loved by Magda. He spread the massive cheeks and spied her petals once more. Gently he began probing, exploring, enjoying simply by being close to taking her. Most men would actually have trouble pleasing Magda in this position, having to take her from the side or front, but not Garius. Though the act of his head touching her petals made him cum, not an orgasm, but simply leaking with the joy. He was as sensitive as any barely-man virgin. <br><br>He pushed into her. She was too tight it seemed but her body gave. He panted, eyes unfocused from the sheer pleasure of it. Soon his narrow manly hips were nestled lovingly against her big butt. He held her like this, enjoying being in her, filling her despite the lusciousness of her rump. He put his nose in her hair and took a deep breath. "You will be sleeping in my bed tonight, no matter how many canvases I paint today... do you understand?" He began letting nature take its course, hips moving slowly at first.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>19-07-2015, 01:38:44</strong>
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				Even beside her bed, over it the flowers grew. Beautiful scents and sights to behold in this chamber that was now his wonderland of sorts. The powerful form of her, the bronze glimmering metallic sheen of her flesh accented against those white cat's eyes lead to the exotic charm of the one they called Magda. Displayed before him, the way her eyes shifted to see how that prick they had shielded from real knowledge of body grow. True, the harem had seen to that prick becoming a fine bit of cock candy. After all, they would all be using it, would all be hungering for it. So then ? Who could blame them for the majesty of that heavy prick as it was now. Delight made her shudder, the first to see it so besides himself, to witness it as it started to awaken for her. Throat tightened as she moaned, the sound low and sweet.<br><br>Stomach tightened, the way her abs flexed as she raised them. Her choices had all been for him. For purpose. For mission. Even as that collar had adorned her throat, even as she had hated his father, she loved the son. What was there not to love of him? Handsome and strong, trained to be the perfect man, the perfect figurehead, his lessons in all things taught by the ones who knew each separate field best and he had excelled in them all. Magda was no fool. She felt the touch of his hand to her back and eyes half closed that hiss that came from her lips, a sirens song. <strong> "It is yours to explore, Garius. Every crevice, every valley, every hot sweet hole.." </strong> her words, the tenderness in how she spoke them. Long legs, the thick thighs moved where he would have them.<br><br>But when hand touched the breast, grabbing it the overfill of that hand she rocked for him, let him feel it sway and bounce to his digits. Eyes that moved down to watch widened as her nipple hardened rubbing against his palm, begging him to grip it tighter as she pushed against the fingers that caged what they could. He had always been hers. But to be awarded it to be spoken, to know the one as boy becoming man hungered for her? The slickness of her pussy seeped from her like honey from an overfull comb. Her flesh like heated silk, where he touched the soft response of lusty nerves and hungry muscle for his touch, for his eyes, for his mouth and for that which he would give her. <br><br><strong> " In every way Garius, as if it were playground for you. And then when you are done, I will show you a thousand other ways to pleasure, and beg for your enjoyment again."</strong> Rolled over, the movement of it, as feline as she seemed at times, the thick globes of that ass firm and ripe lifted up as she came to her knees. Curvy to a fault, the way she rolled hips to make those fat globes shimmy for him as she arched the small of her back, spreading thicker thighs so he could felt see all that was his to explore. <strong> "I love you, Garius, as I love myself. As I love life, and flesh. " </strong> Her words honest ones, as she gave them in sing song tones, the way his hands roamed over that ass of hers, how could she not rock, show the display of such pretty little pucker, of such puffy wet petals. <br><br>Moan came from her lips as his hands parted those cheeks, as he gazed at the most intimate space nestled between thighs or ass. So thick, but when that helmeted head came to touch? It felt the extreme heat of her core, the strange trait of her kind, slippery fuck heated honey that begged him even then to roll hips and pop that thick head inside. His shaft, that fuck rod smeared her, the sensitive nature of his cock suckled against each time he rolled it right against the slit. Until? <br><br>He pushed forwards and she shimmied back. So big, fat dick spreading her, forcing her to part walls of pussy that while heated beyond what most were? Churned and suckled. That tight little cunt as muscled as the rest of her was, the movement of waves milking and clenching to undauntedly suck that fat prick deeper, stretch it inside the gurgling rapture of her inner sanctuary. She nursed him, inside as he nestled those hips right against the soft flesh of her ass, unable to not tighten those walls around him pump and pop the trained flexing core. Nose to her hair, and she turned her head rubbing her cheek against his nose. <strong> "If it is what you wish....oh...."</strong> the gasp as she felt him begin to slowly roll those hips.<br><br>At first? Magda wished to move, to push back and pump fuck that wet heat to the shaft of him. To pop her ass back and forth, almost on and off that dick that bruised the clench kissing walls. Devouring that dick, with each circle she made with her hips, forcing him to follow her motions around and around, raising up to rest on both hands as she left her head turned upwards. <strong> "Will you fill me while we sleep, Garius? Let me fuck you while your eyes close, let me mount you in the morning...Can I wake you with my ass above your face, begging you to lick the places you are bruising now?" </strong>Her words chosen, moaned out in heady sound as she leaned shoulders up only slightly, the heavy sway of firm tits. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>19-07-2015, 02:50:05</strong>
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				Garrius knew that it would cause a problem that he'd taken Magda. The woman had expressed implicit knowledge in telling her master (such as he was as a "master" to this harem) that he was not to take one of the cabal. That was what Illusia had been bought for, she had everything the master especially liked. Many of the women were curvy, very curvy. Most of the elder ones were the long-legged fat-titted aliens his mother and father had liked, sporting large bubbles for backsides at worst. However, Garius simply loved the female form. Magda had reared him, nurtured his particular desires. He panted and breathed deeply. <br><br>He stroked her red hair, it wasn't overly long or buzzed short, soft silky. It was irony sublime. Magda liked talking about her ceremonial armor, and battle. However, mostly she sat in long languid baths, wore the finest natural silks, and the most battle gear she had was often leather, form-fitting and luscious. He removed the last vestiges of her body. "On my Fleshday I will spare no woman from my sight. When I'm done with you I'll take the first woman I see upon leaving this room..." He ran his hands down her body, a delicious canvas for sure. He savored the gluttonous delight of her curvy body. Oh his hips were slamming away. He was quite the young firebrand when it came to sex it seemed. Still, even for his near rape-like smashing into the amazon's luscious rump he never stopped kissing her loving her, and warm wetness would dot her back. <br><br>He was crying, tears came beautiful and warm. Despite being a day of lust he loved Magda, and to hear that she loved him... though he knew... that she loved him enough to make love with him despite being his most beloved surrogate mother was simply too emotional for him to restrain. Here though, here in his harem where willing flesh was always willing to see to his needs he could cry and dote, be romantic, each woman his teach, his living fuck-toy, and his lover all in one. He came losing count of his libido, of his rapture. He pulled from her though. <br><br>"Yes, there is no sleep or awake for any of you, all of you." Of course other duties and needs would come but when there was time better spent fucking, why not fuck? He panted. "Yes, do all of that, your ass so large, hungry, I'll fuck it... kiss it, lick it..." It wasn't hard to get the young heir to go along with any woman's desire. He knew Magda could take him. Most in the harem could, a few of the more fragile species even had cybernetics to take his needs. <br><br>"I want you so much, all of you..." There was little entertainment to be had in a ship such as this. There were records to read and watch, food to eat, but most of the space was dedicated to one thing. Womanflesh, and that was what a good heir raised by the harem was expected to do, and do often. He pulled from her cunt, cum flowing out, she was overfull in that hole, and he slipped the messy, still-leaking organ beneath her cheeks. He rolled her onto her back again and jammed two fingers lovingly into her messy cunt, knowing it was tender, well abused. <br><br>He raised himself up until he was straddling her. "I must fill all the holes..." He said calmly, a look of pure lust within those green eyes, but deeper beneath it, a place where only Magda and those closest to him see. That place of love, of wanting someone to love him return. He pushed his cock gently between her lips. He knew for a woman like Magda this might be the most submissive thing she did, and so he let her take him in her own time. His hands doing to cradle her head, he would fuck this hole as he had the other, her bronze skin looking so good. "I heard that you got me an iron-woman for my birthday, a top of the line pleasure model. <br><br>He fucked her mouth gently. It was a fucking, a gentle loving one. He felt his balls slap against her chin. Magda might only do this for him. She was so lovely and enigmatic about it. He gave her one orgasm to taste, it overflowed from her like a font of sweet cream. He smiled and pulled out, dribbling it down her front over her tits. It would also let her tell him about the new fuck-construct she'd gotten him. Iron-Women were popular for the working class and it was strange that a noble would want one, but he heard stories about its unique (some would say flawed model AI). He had wanted one for years. <br><br>"Do you want to play with her with me later?" He asked gently rolling her on her stomach for the last hole to be violated so wonderfully. He rolled beneath her this time letting her blanket him, protect him as he shoved his cock within her asshole. "Ah, oh stars..." he moaned. "Do women really like this, do you really like being taken... in your ass?" He wondered to her. He was to lose all his virginities today. "When I'm done with you... you'll come with me while I play... I know I said I'd do it alone, but I want you there, to watch me... and jump in... if you want..." There it was, utter love, utter need, but ever tempered with a kind of innocence no matter how naughty he was in a bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>19-07-2015, 04:26:07</strong>
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				One had to wonder if Magda, who had sheltered him, had nurtured him, had done so in the wild hope that in fact? He would turn to her for such. A general plotting perhaps, could not have done better, or at the least panted as sweetly as Garius played with her hair, while that thickness speared into her muscled depths. Suckling pussy, like some strange mouth demanding what lay in those balls, that glorious ass of hers smacking against his hips, rolling and moving in vicious waves. Moaning as he described what he would do to the first woman, her teeth bared. <strong> "And she will be fucked with my cum upon your prick. And when you return to me, my love, it will be their cum I scour from you with my body. "</strong> Brutal thing, the lewd nature of her words, as he slammed into the molten heat, fucking her raw and wild with each pump. <br><br>Pulling from her, the scream she let out as her eyes widened, her spine curving as she taunted him, thighs spread, the shudder shake of haunches as she heard his words, head rising upwards. Dirty want, filthy need, the lusty crafting of the one they would all appease to keep as Theirs. But he? He would be hers, especially. <strong> "Then I shall serve your breakfast on it tomorrow, my Love, so that you can feed all your wants, so I can gift you all your desires.</strong>" The purring tones she used as she took her hands slowly moving them back, the nails raking the cheeks of her large bubbled globes, spreading them so he could see the very places that could serve him so well. Showing him the home for that prick that youth made weep for want. <br><br><strong> "And you will have us, love. As long as you protect us, keep us safe, do what is needed.."</strong> Heartbreaking how the powerful woman could make her voice sound almost forlorn, even while lover leaving drooling hole, the flip of her upon her back, as two fingers filled that hole. The movement of them, made his cum bubble out, drizzle down and around his fingers. She rocked upwards to show him how deep they went, how beautiful petals could be when adorned with the stain of pearly cum he placed within. Hands moved from where they had spread ass, to the front sweeping against the cum that leaked from her.&nbsp; <br><br>Lust had taken his eyes, but lust was a fine collar and love a fitting leash to give her what they all needed. Magda turned gaze upwards, the glimmer of sweet love, encompassing all the lines of roles defined and undefined. He was her surrogate son, her brother in chains, her pet and her Lord. What more could warrior need to allow herself to feast as she had not upon another? Bronze cheek was smeared with his cum, as she nuzzled it. <strong> "My love needs to be kissed so? Does it make his balls tighten and heart warm?"</strong> The words, whispered to his prick as her hands moved cum smeared to wrap around that thick prick. <br><br>Mouth widened as she popped lips back and forth over that dick, slowly tongue came outwards the lewd push of sealing mouth against it, forcing him to push to make it fit, just so he felt the sensation of cheeks puffing out and in, as she gave those dirty suckles. Tongue pushed to the underside as she hummed, his hands within her red hair, as hips moved his prick in and out of mouth spread so hot and warm. Lavishing with sensation, the rippling massage of tongue underneath, the way his cum and her spit bubbled from her mouth as she used her hands to slide up and down that dick where her mouth was not. <br><br>Where he sat for that? Tits swayed against the back of his thighs, as she nursed from his fat prick. As she fucked it with the soft flesh of her drooling mouth, giving him those clenching pushes with the seal, gentle he was, rocking it in and out, savoring how her touch glided and moved. Cum, fed to the back of her throat, sweet and hot, the gurgling swallows making the tip of it? Feel the clenching hit of the back of her throat, the slow way those hands tightened around that veiny length and as she held her tongue out, slapped it to the pink muscle so he could see her drool his cum over her chin, see how it ran down her throat decorating that bronze flesh. <br><br>Rolled upon her stomach once more she raised those hips, that ass sweetly offered to him. <strong> "&nbsp; It is her purpose, Love. Merely to feel you fucking her, feeding her. I would love to play with her with you. As I would love to be with you when you fuck any, to play with my love. To give him what he needs..what he wants..to love him as no other can. </strong> " Low hissing moan left her lips as she was moved once more to be atop her young lover. Gazing down to him as she lifted her hips upwards. Oh that hole, so tight, the pucker forced to spread wide as his prick was pushed forced within the dry heat of it. Jerking her stomach muscles, her body shuddering as that too thick rod rammed deeper within. <br><br>Tears in eyes, as she worked her hips, trying to appease her own hunger as she rocked upwards making him bear the way pucker rubberband tight worked upwards then slammed down her ass popping with lewd sound right upon his thighs. <strong> "Some do. For some it will be to big. For those, just the tip, until you stretch them, until they are so hungry they lift ass for you like your cock is blessing. </strong>" Dangerous how close she was to cumming. Pumping that decadent ass up and down her hands coming to rest on his shoulders so she could drag her mons against his body as she arched back. So strong, the way her body moved the power could be felt, the rolling waves of her thighs, of her ass rocking his body as she slammed that dick deep inside that dry channel and head rolled forwards taking her pleasure in those painful twisting churning squeezes. Shuddering, radiant as she came, her mouth parting to cry out, her lips covered in his cum, her throat, those full tits drooled over glimmering with the stain of his as she begged him to show his love for her with the spewing seed that could fill her ass, make the heat of her release soothed as it oozed from. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>20-07-2015, 03:30:59</strong>
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				Garius learned at her bosom, as he'd always done. He remembered several touching moments where she'd soothed his tears and loneliness. Though truth be told he was never lonely, but he rarely had age-mates with which to play. All the women were older than him (at least they had been for a long time) the crop younger than himself was recent by only a few months. he felt her move above him. He had known not to put his cock in dry, using the cum and spit from it to ease his first time taking Magda's ass, but the cum made things so much easier. <br><br>He felt so loved by the women. He moved his hips against her, holding her rump. He came one last time before leaving and blowing large delicious globs on her lower body. He rose gently and pushed her down like one might a lover, "Rest, you must for while I bathe myself, make myself clean for others you will be presented as first."<br><br>He looked at her. "Was it good for you?" Garius asked. A normally irritating question to some women was the sincerest desire of approval from him. He smiled, "I never knew that I could feel this good." They had spent only an hour together, an hour of furious fucking to be sure, but he had more women to see to, and there would have to be some smoothing over with the cabal and the Harem at large. Even Garius knew that no one wanted Magda declared First of the harem, but in the end Garius could not deny his heart. He returned smelling fresh, clean of the scent of his lover and sex. He gently clipped the lead to her collar and tugged her up ever so gently. He'd carry her out if she'd let him (which they both knew she wouldn't). It was a far cry from the brutal dragging display that was more traditional. <br><br>"I know... I know I shouldn't have done what we've done here, but you knew I wouldn't resist you... I can't..." It was something he couldn't admit in public. Magda was the real leader of the Harem, now it was official. The master was indulged, he was well-treated. He was given anything he wanted for being a good boy, and he was allowed to think himself the master, he even believed it, had no reason to doubt it. The subtle control Magda and the harem exerted over him was something the good, naive young heir simply did not even register was happening. <br><br>He walked Magda out. The harem hissed (at least that's what it seemed like. His iron-woman didn't share the shock, she was the only one as ignorant of harem politics (and their manipulation of him) as he was. He smiled when he saw her. She was like the curvaceous, more feminine version of Magda (something he thought the harem matron had a hand in as well). He had dubbed her Excella Eight, most people didn't bother giving their iron-person a surname, but he thought the model number would be cute. <br><br>That's what he was, that honest young lover that every woman wanted. He was a natural people pleaser, a populist. He wanted to give people what they wanted most, especially if they held a place in his heart. "I know..." he acknowledged to them, "I shouldn't have done it, but I promise you that if you don't think my heart was in my decision to make Magda First, then tell me now. Speak up, and I will charter you a shuttle to any of the core worlds. Find another harem ship. <br><br>There was a long pause, a collective judgement, but they simply couldn't hold the heir's heart against him. None took the offer. "Now with that out of the way, all my beautiful flowers, I have a fleshday celebration to enjoy. There was many a titter and laugh. Many cultures, races and clothing choices move around. "Magda," he said, "you can get cleaned up if you wish, dress." If she wanted to leave to get cleaned up she could. He unclipped her lead. That was the only time he'd probably use it. It was symbolic, and he was no real master, not that anyone but the harem needed to know that. <br><br>He smiled and went to look through the records. The datlog which contained everything about the women in the harem (even Excella). It contained their health, race, age (approximation), and other vital statistics. Including their working wealth on the Exchange (the stock market for slaves). Garius sat reading the records. He smiled, hundreds of choices. He waited for Magda to decide and pat the couch beside him. "I think I'm going to go with Illusia," he said, hitting the call button. It would make her collar emit a pulse that would let her know the "master" was calling. <br><br>"Why did you pick Illusia. I like her skin and she's sweet looking, but I've never heard of her race before, and it looks like you spoil me by spending a small fortune on her. So why?" <br>"Excella," he called in the meantime. "Until she no longer needs you or I'm not using you, you're Magda's assistant. You have access to Sanctums systems, and now so does she through you. If she wants to fuck you she can do that too. A First needs an assistant. Despite his utter manipulation at the hands of his many women, the heir apparent was a skilled leader. He smiled as Illusia approached, wearing a deep purple toga-like garment, having thought she was spending the day wanting for him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>20-07-2015, 08:23:15</strong>
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				Her body used, given in sacrifice and taken in pleasure. Sealing her position with the way his body shuddered as he gifted her with that ass full of cum, in how he rolled deeper into that bubbled ass of hers finding his bliss in the tight pucker. Heated cum, the way that he pushed her down as he rose from her, the lewd pop, the sweet slick heat of it escaping and coating the glorious mounds of her bronze ass, tickling her thighs. He gave her instructions and she but grinned to him, her face rubbing against the pillow.<br><br>Garius, asked such a question, the lift of her ass to him so he could see his mark in cum staining her strange skin. "<strong> It was rapture for me, my love. To feel you inside, to know you, to have the first of many.." </strong> her words sweet things, even as he would bath she would move. No, she could not bathe or clean herself, but she could make sure they knew she had 'won' on some level. Securing Their path, and while there would be disscent? It would be handled now swiftly and without mercy. No tolerance for the ill habits of what a Harem in disarray could be. After all, they were the Utopian concept brought to life. Slaves who had found the key to rule, and she would not see it sundered. No matter the cost.<br><br>Her sound, low as he came back, unscented with her, that teasing way she pushed her tits against his arm as he attached the lead. Funny? Was it not, the same boy who she had comforted so long ago, now following the ceremony she had taught him, as it had been passed down for the ages. And yet, this time, this once? <br><br>Perhaps it was the leads end, the length that held the hand of the Master which really was the collar. Her chin lifted, and with shoulders back the tall powerful form of her moved, regal as any gladiator who had won their freedom. Indeed, there would be no carrying, oh no. Chin raised, cum covering her like some lewd shimmering gown, bare feet and the way her full ass moved, the globes of it set to a motion all their own, thick thighs carrying her like the warrior she would always be. <br><br>His words. Merely to her, the movement of her, only while in private to tug upon that lead, until she could brush her mouth to His shoulder. What was done was done. She would not barter with him, nor would she tolerate any other to assault and cause fracture within this. Lips curved to smile. <strong> "If you had chosen another, do you think I would have allowed her to take what was mine? Love is a powerful thing, my heart." </strong> The heat of her gaze, of her words as she readied herself for him to bring her forwards, to take his many pleasures until his body needed rest. Already, she had given orders for restoratives to be administered to him, as oft as was needed. <strong> "Not one may go unfed, my heart. So many are already wet for you, hungry.."</strong> the gentle reminder of it, purposeful to guide him from her words and into the delights that awaited him. That it would only secure her easy allotment considering that none would feel neglected? A bonus that she would not dismiss easily.<br><br>They hissed, but did she care? No. Warrior was unphased, the regal manner in which she maintained her poise? Remarkable. Excella, her lighted chords within felt the passing glow, the wandering synapses starting and whirling mechanics within her framed body danced with their own motion. Excited that the woman whom her form was modelled for was chosen, what an honor. The eyes of hers, real and yet far from it, the covering of her face seemed human enough, until you were close and saw the materials. Her breasts, the lines of her body made of metal and materials that glimmered and danced, reflective and sturdy. Between those thighs , the sculptured softness of a material lined cunt, her giant globed ass even held sweeter pucker within, a sheathing unit equipped with many bells and whistles always ready, always wanting. <br><br>All the harem, in all their colors and forms watched and listened. Hissing quieted as the waves of dissent changed into songs of hunger. So many bodies, so full, each wishing their time to fuck that which was Theirs to fuck. No. No-one would speak up. Instead, the shuddering howls of approval, the jeers of want. The way they moved, each to make ready,as he unclasped Magda, to allow her to dress and move about. But she would not, instead she moved beside her Him. A snap of fingers for servants to bring out the water bowls and begin to clean her, right before him, before any who watched. Long limbs, the toned remains of a battle loved past, as she arched back for the servant cleaning her ass to finish making her ready for whatever might please. <br><br>Garius looked through the datlog that laughter that came from the lips as she was dried and then walked bare to sit where it pleased her spoiled One. <strong> " Her race are the Kili-ah, love. Their sex is special, as I am sure you will find out. Deep within, it is said they possess a well...a bit of muscle that laps and swirls against something long enough to reach it. I have heard rumors as well, that their ...backsides are especially sensitive to pleasure. Even capable of suckling. "</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes danced as she watched her One. Truth be told there was absolute adoration there, a spoiled prince, who would be granted every happiness as reward. <br><br>The robot moved forwards, the sounds of her metallic and pure. <strong> "As he wishes, it shall be." </strong> Her head turned, the strange cant of her head not quite right as she looked to Magda. <strong> "Do we fuck now? Should I pleasure you? </strong> Already moving towards the bronze skinned woman, her body starting to alight into kneeling position. <br><br><strong> "Not yet, Excella, Garius should play with you first, then perhaps I will need you to pleasure me. My thanks, my love, for such a kindness."</strong> Her words of thanks given to Garius as Illusia approached. The girl was as sweet as Magda remembered, her wide eyes filled with hope as her collar glimmered. Magda watched as she moved forwards, pausing to bow before Garius as she shivered excitedly. Dark purple curls danced across her back, the way her pale lips curved into smile, allowing him to see the small teeth. <br><br>To be fair, she was full of curves, the heavy globes of her tits bared for His approval with a flick of her fingers, skin purple and shimmery as if glimmer had been cast upon it. Even now Illusia tilted her chin upwards, her hands moving down her stomach, to push down the thin purple gauze that covered her bare sex. The petals there? The puffy lips? As dark a purple as her hair, the sweet scent of berries on warmer summer day rising to the air as she glided forwards with a near animalistic grace. <strong> "Is it my turn now, my Lord?"</strong> She spoke the words in light tones, as&nbsp; she gazed to Magda and Excella. Realizing they would be watching, perhaps joining in that step towards Garius. <strong> "Do you hunger for me now? Which way would He wish me? Upon knees, begging for his cum? Upon back, so he can watch me in bliss? "</strong> <br><br>Upon the couch Magda reclined, like a queen enjoying a pleasure play, the snap of her fingers so she could play with Excella's throat as they watched what unfolded. Lift of brow, as she brushed her mouth to the inside of her own wrist, the arch of spine just so she could grow comfortable in her position. <strong> "We fuck them both?</strong> " Excella asked, her head canting to side once more, as if figuring some logistics, the soft chuckle of Magda as she whispered to the robotic toy. <strong> "Only if invited, Excella. Watch to self program. So you know what makes him leak, moan and writhe. "</strong> the warrior spoke as she turned her own cat slitted pupils to watch the exchange, already excited at how it may go. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>21-07-2015, 03:58:11</strong>
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				The Heir to the House idly stroked Illusia as she came close to him. He had nothing to fear from his harem. The story was famous, an assassin in the night, not even the strategic and willy Magda had seen it. She was a strong beautiful geno-woman. A last ditch plant by his enemies in the traitorous house to prevent such an eventuality as this. The week after the young heir had lost it all she crept into his room. Her hips whispering in the dark, dagger ready, she pulled back the blankets and he latched to her skirts hugging her so honestly, so fervently that the dagger dropped. The woman was a famous assassin, and now she was one of his trusted bodyguards. She served loyally with only one stipulation. Garius was never to know her original mission. <br><br>Ever since then the Sanctuary of the Heir was impenetrable by assassins. He stroked Illusia's face. "Come," he said, "I'm still quite horny and have much of my seed to bless everyone with." He pulled her up on him. His hands holding her hips. He yanked down her undergarments over her delicious peach-shaped ass, though perhaps plum was more accurate a term to use. He pulled her onto the large divan the three of them had been sharing. "Oh she's so sweet," He said smelling her. Her natural scent was considered a near-universal aphrodisiac to male and female alike. That and her exotic skin, she could turn near invisible if she wished. <br><br>He smiled and kissed her, kissed her furious. It was almost as vicious as the one Magda had taken from him. The purple lovely melted into him. He wrestled her to make her lie over the back of the divan. He craved her, he was not very gentle with her. Illusia giggled though, the males of her race made anything Garius could do if her were really given to true violence) seem like he was hitting her with a pillow. He was no rougher with her than he was Magda, he simply had the need, a great need to do what a male should do. <br><br>He was in her like lightning, the slaps of his pelvis against her rump filled the common room. Women stopped to watch, some tried to catch his eye, and he was making unconscious notes on the next course he would wish to partake in next. He smiled and groped her breasts. Excella was craning reaching out to touch explore. She had Magda's curves, (though it was not a perfect modeling being slightly slimmer at the waist for lack of internal organs to require room). However, she was like the totally feminine version of Magda, with more human-like skin. She was soft and supple, a thing of purely fuckable femininity. He groaned and shot into Illusia. She screamed and collapsed onto the back of the divan. She was such a lightweight. Garrius pulled out and dribble hot cum, "Really, dear, you need more practice." He said. Bold for a man who only this morning had his first tryst, but he'd learned a lot. <br><br>He rubbed the woman's back. He kissed down it giving the woman proper care. He smiled and cradled her for a while. He loved each woman who walked the halls of his harem. He wanted them to be safe and happy. He didn't even realize he was serving them in this. That House Heads were not like this, most were users, debauched men of sick tastes, hurting and disposing. Not his harem. His harem was a thing of beauty, large and deep. He let Illusia down. He didn't even know that the treatments to make him the perfect male had made him literally like a living aphrodisiac to some species just as Illusia had been to him. <br><br>"Magda," he chided, "did you think I would have trouble performing... unless it was for you?" He teased her, gave her big ass a hearty smack. "Come on girls we're moving. I'm going to go find someone else to play with." He wanted to get up, stretch his legs, and he did so naked. Why wear clothes in a place where you were absolutely comfortable. He walked with pride and loved the attention, even if he did blush. "Mmm..." he said his body heating. "On second thought, can we go to a more private room?" He smiled and found one of the resting rooms, an observatory where one could sit and look into the void, mat and cushions adorned the warm walls. <br><br>He sat down and flipped through the records. He smiled and pushed Magda to the cushioned ground so they could look out at the blue star together and out at constellations of the farthest reaches. He smiled and pushed into her pussy again, sitting atop her. "Mmm..." He said to his confidant and lover. "I can't decide if I want--" a hot thrust, "her..." he showed her the once-assassin woman with her large breasts, almond-shaped eyes and wide mothering hips, "or her..." another thrust another page, "This one was a cold-blooded reptile woman about eight feet tall with curves greater than Magda's (because of her height advantage). "Draconia is pretty..."<br><br>He called for both, why choose on his Fleshday? "Oh," he smirked, "Excella lay down like Magda." He smirked and moved behind the robot like he had the First and pushed into her, humping her roughly, "This is what I was doing to Magda, feel good?" He moved back to Magda, and alternated between the two women, not yet deciding who to cum in first. When the two women would join them they'd see the Heir's balls slapping into big butts as he enjoyed the two women, ultimately he used the Iron-Woman's synthetic cunt. He flopped off. To her credit, Nox, the assassin-turned-loyalest-of-all-guards brought him an energy tincture. His favorite flavor too. Draconia's tail flicked amused, "Busy boy..." she cooed. "You called." <br><br>"I want to see Excella being played with by you Draconia, and if you do a good job I might want to see what fucking a cold-blood is like." He smiled, "Nox, I want to hold you, strip please." Nox didn't speak often, preferring action. She stripped from her flowing leathers&nbsp; and silks and bent over in Magda's face, the two had a strange relationship. Magda being Nox's preferred female consort, but there always seemed to be a rivalry as well. She stood and pulled the Heir into her large tits, leaning over to fish a kiss from Magda, inviting the bronze-skin to partake in the snuggle while Excella rose to see what Draconia would do with the robot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>21-07-2015, 21:40:39</strong>
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				To believe that Illusia did not desire such touch, would have been lie. As he touched her, as he stroked the sides of her face she turned into them for the faint line of kisses to be left. His words caused the lightest slip of sound to be left from her, as the body was stripped fully from the lavender skin. Ripple of excitement as she was pulled to settle upon the divan. Indeed, the more she hungered, the sweeter that scent that wafted from her, the dance of tongue against his own, as she ground her hips into his body. Wrestled until she was laying on the back of the divan, the idle touch of Magda upon the girls shoulder as she winked to her. Indeed, He was hungry and would be fed, feasted until there was naught left after each had been tasted, even after his body exhausted had been forced through chemicals to keep going. <br><br>Illusia's plum of an ass dancing in it's ripples as He tore into her. Body rocking, the lewd suckling wet noises of her pussy creating their own music, as He fed that prick deeper into her core. Excella could not resist, as Magda had, her fingers moved, the cold metal of them against the purple flesh, making Illusia squirm like a worm upon a hook, making her ass jiggle and dance even as he rutted into her. Breasts gripped, and how her spine twisted playing it's game underneath her flesh. Swallowing that prick she wrapped with the fierceness of her kind, the special talents dining even then, as he shot that thick load deep within. Screaming, her body collapsing back into the divan, was it Excella who caught her, those metallic hands coming to cage the breasts slowly teasing the nipples as she beamed looking down between the girls purple thighs, seeing His cum leaving where he had fucked. Illusia only able to gasp <strong> "Of course my Lord, I will practice..I will.." </strong> The silence that came over her, as Excella smiled down to her and Illusia's purple eyes met the man made one's of the robot. <br><br>Already she was cradled, she was rubbed, the love she was given making her words seem so much more truthful. She would practice until it hurt so she could please him fully the next time. Feeding from the Master, oh the warmth in the purple skinned girls body, even if she was a recent purchase, after all, her scent excited the rest of the Harem right now. Filling the compartment and sliding along with her as long as that pretty little cunt was oozing it's own want. Dangerous thing that. Perhaps another of Magda's principles put into action from plan that had taken years to see through. It was the large bronze ass that was struck by the Lord's palm, the shake of her head as she stretched herself upwards.<br><br><strong> "Indeed, if you could not, I would not have completed my duties as I should have. </strong> " The chuckle that came from the warrior as she watched him, rising upwards to follow after him. Sharp clap of her hands, and Excella and Illusia would follow in tow, a few steps behind, the dripping stain of cum being left to the ground by the leaking slit of the Lords purple fleshed whore. Excella, gave that odd sound, as she turned to see a few of the harem members already moving as they walked towards the observatory, falling to their knees to run fingers against it. Perhaps she should..no, she saw it in how Magda turned about to give her gaze. The large assed woman, in all her glory,&nbsp; knew well, what the scent of Illusia's cunt and the Lord's cum would inspire within the girls who would be coming in. Her dark smile, danced upon her lips, as the Excella herself turned gaze downwards her programming not one to force her to speak up if signs seemed it was purposeful by one she was to serve. <br><br>Once within, the Lord choosing the bronze form to push down. Upon her stomach, her thighs tightened, that thick ass rising upwards as his prick found it's sheathing home. Pushed within, the tilting of her hips, made her shift and preen underneath, so full that her petals mashed down to the base, cunt gurgling it's heat all along the shaft of him. Words given to her ears, as she turned her face to merely lap her tongue against his ear, nip and tug with her teeth. <strong> " She is delicious, my heart. A cunt like honey. "</strong> The thrust made her tits mash to floor, as she churned back, using that ass to bounce him against her, to bruise his hips as she popped it back and forth, slapping balls to her cunt. <strong> " Draconia is very pretty, imagine how luscious her slit would be, how soothing that chilled slit would feel. "</strong> entrancing words, given as his words gave orders to Excella. <br><br>The robot whirled and gave those sounds of her movement. Not as if she weren't graceful, merely it was strange to see. Body aligned itself, into position he wished, as she lowered herself to stomach. Cold metal touched the side of Magda's body, as she felt the push fuck of him within, only to be taken, her pussy used to help the Robot's suckling cunt, the lube mixing with the natural honey, the constriction of each slit one natural, one not taking their squeezing churning walls to that thick prick. Excella moaned as he asked her if it was good, her hip gears knocking sound as she rolled. <strong> "It is so hard! So big! Oh! Heartbeat can be felt!" </strong> Her voice not that smooth flowing, but how her programmed slit trembled like vibrator even as it sucked and danced, the wave like suction as vaccum was created jerking jerking upon that thick dick each time he popped it from the molten heat of Magda, to ram within Excella's. <br><br>Nox came within, the gifting of that drink as she lifted an eyebrow. Leather and silks, the body of a assassin. Lean and powerful muscles meant for spurting speed and dangerous displays of dexterity, never mind the wide hips and the globes of large tits. A strange thing for her as well, after all it had been the tenderness of the boy that had saved him. But it now was the hunger of a man who would be gorged to the point of heaven that now would save her and her kind. Each of the harem understood, knew what they must do, what they had to do to keep their society. Lucky for them, the boy had been easily trained to be the mask. Now came the time of seduction. She spoke her words as she leaned back, turning her golden gaze towards Draconia as she waited.<br><br>Now, Draconia was a beast of a woman. Beautiful in a way that some found unsettling, her body massive to the point of being fetish worthy. Scales lined her hands, her shoulders, even the back of her thighs. The faintest scaling upon her brow, before the red curls fell to bath her face, looked more like crown in it's metallic golds and ruby reds. Teeth flashed as she lapped her lips, the serpent like forked tongue slipping to her chin as she let her thighs move. Power, pure bestial power in how that body with it's ass so large a family could eat supper upon it danced with the motion. Husky tone slipping from her, as the pupil's darkness of her black orbs slipped towards Excella. <strong> "As He wishes.." </strong> One could almost see Excella's gears humming as she tried to move from where cum already drip dropped from her metal threaded thighs. <br><br>Nox bent over that ass pressed so near to Magda's face, she couldn't not lean in and lay a sharp bite to the haunch, as if to warn the one she preferred to fuck out of the harem's females to not overstep her bounds. Careful consideration given, as Nox pulled the Heir into those large tits, the pillows of them brushing all against his face, Magda's mouth finding the woman's for a kiss, deep and dirty, hungry for her female lover. Always that dangerous mixture of want and blood between them. Generous as Nox's curves where that chance to share the one who cemented the future? Delicious. It was easy enough to see, to feel when in tandem they moved.<br><br>Garius would feel it, the pressure of thick thighs, of plump asses, contrasting flesh one bronze, one creamy pale pushing against him. Even as their mouths left one another they turned head so dark blue hair and the red moved together, their mouths distracting different upon his lips, upon his throat moving down to taste him, even as their other hands slipped to glide over each others body and his own. Pulling him down, to be between them. They moved to sit up upon their knees, gesturing for him to rest back upon the recline as well, their hands aiding one another. Nox was one of few words, that was true, and right now? Magda didn't desire to speak, only to fucking feel. His body sitting between their kneeling forms the ripe curves of them. Teasing him, as she lowered her mouth, Magda plucking Nox's nipple with her teeth then suckling it, so she arched that spine right there, giving a soft moan. Greedy thing, Magda's hand lowering to take the prick that jutted between their soft stomachs and roll it, right against Nox's clit. <br><br>Funny how Nox the powerful, the merciless leaned in, bumping her hips to try to grind off against that head. Magda's voice. <strong> "She is starving, my heart.." </strong> Cooing to hers, as she pushed her female lover down, gripped her by that dark hair and jerked her with her arm to come back. Turned as they were, He could see her face fall between Nox's asscheeks, even as the moans that came from the assassin? Opened her lips so she could start sucking on that thick cock. Magda's hand lined that spine, devouring that cunt as she dipped her face lower, tongue seen slurping rubbing feverishly over the clit, her hand on the back of Nox's head? Making her deep throat that dick, take it all the way to the very back of her throat on the first pass, the sensation of spit and heat, the slobbering drool of the assassin starving for the pleasure that was being fed from her to him. Her tongue pushed, massing that fat prick, bobbing as Magda jerked her hand, making that head bob up and down, cleaning up the cum and drool of Excella's cunt and her own with Nox's mouth. <br><br>Her own work lead to Nox shuddering, violent spasms, the dangerous thing to watch someone that physically powerful cum. Her Lord? Her heart, would be given the grin from her filthy face, covered in Nox's honey as she jerked upright, and used her hand to jerk Nox upright as well, to make her show her spit covered tits, her lips so swollen. Almond eyes wide and wild, being fed so much, her throat raspy aching with the bruises from the head of that prick. <strong> "Oh my love, my tongue is tired, she needs you.." </strong> Her eyes danced, those catlike pupils dilating as she leaned into the flesh of her lover so soft, gentle now her bronze fingers moving down from the dark hair to help with the movement. <strong> "Let us dance, my heart. If it pleases..." </strong> Magda was far from one to beg, after all the thickness of his cock was spit soaked clean and wanting. The sounds of the others within the room, a feast for his senses. <br><br>So who was to say if he would stop Magda, as she took throat fucked Nox, her dear consort and spread those thighs of hers. Her own body moved so she could rest behind her, Nox facing Him. Dirty thing, for Him to see as Magda herself shoved her fingers deep in Nox's pussy, meanwhile Nox leaning head back against Magda's shoulder so they could kiss, so they could nuzzle. Nox with the fierceness of her kind, pushing down, the tight pucker of her ass spreading so slowly around His prick, sinking down gobbling it up within the constricting circle until she had him all tight and swallowed up in that dry clenching heat. Groaning for him, as Magda pushed her fingers within that sloppy cunt, all for His eyes, so he could feel her fingertips pushing against the thin wall rubbing against that prick. Nox cried out, the happiness in it, as she ground her hips down, wide hips spread so far to take him so deep within, to let him see the dirty display of her pretty little cunt all spread by another while her ass was so filled. Magda licked the throat of Nox and murred looking to her Lord.<br><br><strong> "Is it good, my heart, to fill her so. Nox is dangerous, but I have never felt her this full, this wet. Oh, her pussy is trembling, can you feel it, how much she wants you to cum all in her ass. How badly she wants you to fuck her until she can't stand. Can my special love, be a good boy and give her that? " </strong> purposeful words, Magdas tits mashed to Nox's back as she ground forwards, just to feel skin to skin, to twine herself against both of them. <br><br>Meanwhile, near enough to smell, to see, it was Excella's body that drifted forwards. Draconia in all her glory drifted more then glided, her powerful body finding the robot's metallic form and gliding one hand big enough to span the back of the bot. Lips, fuck me petals curved into a almost leering smile as she used her strength to vault the robot upwards. Unstable, until her mech's adjusted, the lull of Excella's gears finding their center as she found herself pressed to one of the smooth walls. Thighs spread, she was held as an offering to the one's feasting. Her body facing them, the back of Draconia's head seen as she put those thighs over her shoulders. Suckling the cum that was left in vibrating seizing manufactured cunt, her forked tongue intruding deep, pulling the gutting cream to her mouth with slurps and violent shoves of her face deeper.<br><br>Excella moaned, oh the sound, not adjusted to where He might find it pleasing. Her sensors raging as that tongue dove as deep as prick had, scooping and dancing to claim the hot cum that her containment had told her to purge. She writhed, those metallic mesh tits of hers swaying, her hands coming to clamp onto Draconia's scalp, into those flame colored curls, as she leaned over her head. Thighs tightened, glinting metal, and scales dancing together, as the robotic woman rammed herself, not fearful of the pain just the pleasure. Grunts of how good it was, murmurs of the swallowing cunt violating Draconia, as she pulled face back wet with Excella's lube and his cum, the playful lapping turning herself to rest back to wall as she balanced the robot upon her shoulders, her face mashed up to that pussy. <br><br>Who didn't want to be fucked by him? Show him how good she was? The grip of palms, scaled in fine color grabbing the ass of the Bot. Magda's mimic to be sure, but thinner at those hips, writhed as metallic mesh cheeks were pulled apart, the glowing color changing of her wires within, lighting up with a show that announced her sensors being pushed. Displayed like a seeping whore, the pucker of her ass a perfectly sweet rosebud some designer had likely crafted for years. But the sight of it, Draconia's tongue escaping her lips, escaping that sheathing vibrating pussy that leaked sweet honey, to slide. Forked tongue seen, as her scaled hands held the globes of ass spread apart so far, rubbing and lapping over that pucker, so if He wished to gaze over, he could see how Excella's body jolted and jerked, see how that tender crafted starburst began to relax to yield, as she came in liquid fount, the sweetness of it swallowed up by that cold blooded creature's mouth, the use of her tongue now to swipe over, not spilling one fucking drop. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>30-07-2015, 03:53:12</strong>
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				What a voracious appetite for flesh the young heir had. Garius was from a house known for its love of woman flesh, and even his appetite--as virgin as it was--was already showing itself to be impressive. Far more impressive than his house’s pedigree might suggest, this was for certain. He stroked Illusia. “I know you’ll do better next time.” He kissed her back gently, nibbling it affectionately before heading off on his desired moment for intimacy. Garius. It was the soft delightful flesh of Nox and Magda that made him feel simultaneously aroused and at peace at the same time. <br><br>Garrius nuzzled between the former assassin’s large pillows. He had been angling to take her in the style most traditional, but Magda was already pushing herself between the raven-hared beauty’s legs to push mouth to eager pussy. The young man was heady. He knew that the harem was his birthright. He knew that from the day he learned of the ways of men and women, but of course rules dictated he live a celibate life until manhood. The women did their best not to tempt him. Any woman who tried to corrupt him before his time had come would have found herself whipped and moved to the menial duties. <br><br>The harem did not run in the traditional fashion, no. Its current structure derived from necessity. Magda’s inner circle being the highest, they did not do menial duties, repairs, cooking, cleaning, but they had other duties. Medical, psychiatric, care of the heir (and his education, punishment, and molding to Magda’s desired paradigm. It was this restructuring that transformed the large harem ship into its own self-sustained fortress. Though it had no combat capabilities so the pilots of the craft (Magda’s inner circle once more) kept it hidden. <br><br>Garrius heard Magda’s instigating words. He smiled and stroked Magda’s face, “There is no need to make me more aroused for my women than I already am, matron of my heart.” He leaned down and stroked her hair, his cock under near constant stimulation from two curvaceous bodies. He was a bit overwhelmed with the copious options he enjoyed. If it weren’t for the catalog he possessed he would never know how many women were aboard this vessel of his. “Your mouth can’t get tired now, dear heart.” He teased. “Nox isn’t even close, but I’ll help…” wetting his cock between the two women and their flowing nectar he rammed his cock up Nox’s ass while leaving her pussy for Magda to continue to please. His sudden assault forced a scream of delight from the otherwise silent woman. <br><br>“Magda, I sense your tutelage…” she said softly. “Only you would teach him such a forceful way to take a woman like this.” Garrius blushed. He was still simply happy to please. That was what he had been taught to do, please women. His harem was his responsibility. He watched as Excella and Draconia devolved into a writhing ball of mutual moans and pleasure. The automation would never tire, a perpetual assistant and lover. “Oh, Nox,” he moaned as she squeezed a copious dirty amount of his seed from those large balls. She reached around taking his head in her hand and pulling him into a kiss as he groped those large breasts she loved to flaunt. <br><br>Garrius held the bodyguard and continued to pleasure her, shaking the bodies of the two voluptuous women. He filled Nox another time, orgasms coming easily to him when in the full swing of sex (and his youth). He smiled and laughed, pulling from the woman. “I love you women…” He said sighing. Nox giggled, actually giggled in delight and cleaned his cock with a steri-cloth so he could please the others. “Draconia…” He said gently, “I’m ready to… tackle you…” Draconia was tall and powerful. She was simply a beautiful creature. Magda was Amazonian, but Draconia was his first real alien woman. He stood, fat happy cock dangling between his legs. The massive organ was optimally designed by the Medicos on the ship to please every woman aboard to the maximum without causing issue (their other holes would need training). <br><br>He smiled at Excella, “I want you to record this one, Excella, I might wish to view it again at my leisure.” He was playing, Excella recorded everything. The robot giggled and he slapped her synthetic ass, “Go take care of Nox and Magda while I do this…” he cooed. The robot had attachments to mimic Garrius should his special prick not be around. <br><br>The heir moved to the reptilian humanoid and grabbed her wide hips. So much curvier than his own race, or those similar, but she was much taller, indeed a fetish worthy creature of countless delights. Her skin was cool, he savored it. He pushed her against the wall and her legs spread willingly apart, a thick tail raising up to stroke him and show that she was offering him all her delights. He chose the slit. With an inelegant primal thrust he pushed into her, his hips smacking into that massive ass. He didn’t hold anything back, but the draconian woman didn’t seem to even feel anything but the spear stabbing her most tender, sensitive area over and over again, “Oh, so warm...” she moaned. The heir slammed and grunted, scaled body shook with his pounding. He was loving but ruthless in his assault. Soon he was groaning out another orgasm. The reptilian’s strong muscles held him and she wrapped her tail around him. “Don’t stop…” she pleaded. <br><br>The heir didn’t stop, four more orgasms Draconia coaxed from his body. Her pussy devouring his seed with gluttonous need. Her nether regions were iced in warm hot glaze. He slumped against her back and fell from her onto a mass of pillows. He was exhausted. Nox was there with another of the tonics to bolster him. Excella seemed to follow Draconia and ran her hands over cum-covered globes. <br><br>“How am I doing on my flesh day so far Magda?” He asked taking a sip, poor exhausted heir so many women to choose from, but even his energy was finite. Garrius picked himself up and stretched, his cock was still hard despite his body’s protests. Aphrodisiacs and energy supplements went hand in hand. “Draconia was a greedy girl though, I don’t ever want to be accused of being unfair to my girls.” He gave the reptilian’s ass a hard smack, it would be playful to her though. “Bring me more women, Magda.” He gave her the catalog. “You know what would fascinate me. My flesh day is only just begun.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>30-07-2015, 08:02:09</strong>
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				Deliciousness in each of their actions, in those twisted interactions that caused bodies to entwine, to leave Nox and Magda with their own loads of cum drizzling down thighs, pleasure husked screams that made even Nox giggle in her rapture. Garrius basking in the glory of those sated fuck stained women who feasted upon the flesh they had hand in designing, in creating. So much cum, so many heated slits filled and fucked to leak. Pulled from, it was Nox who cleaned the cock with worshipful motions of steri cloth as Garrius gave his instructions. <br><br>Excella with her bubbled ass wiggled the metallic globes for that slap, the recording of course would take place her eyes upon the Lord, as he spoke to Draconia with her giant form, the thickness of her ready to receive the Lord she had watched fucking so like an animal. Already dripping her chilled slit waiting as Garrius strode to her. Wide hips grabbed, those curves dangerous things, cool flesh that softened and molded to his form, to his touch like satin pillowing. Legs spread, her ass bucking, that tail wrapping and raising upwards to tickle and lap at his balls while he chose the slit, not the pucker to force feed that thick prick deep into. Tight sheathing circle of flesh that nursed and clenched in wicked constriction, like a python about it's prey as she moaned. Tits shaking, hips rocking the power of her body used as he pounded deeper, took more, the way she fucking begged when he shot that first load, not releasing that prick from her own spasming muscles. Pleading.<br><br>Behind them, Excella used her attachments vibrating shafts not as large as the Lord's, but able to turn to tickle those spaces in overworked walls. Magda on one side, Nox on the other, each one of them churning that cum that bubbled out as they writhed pinned by the workings of the vibrating bits that Excella toyed as she recorded. The chorus of them, moaning, as he shot that first load, watching the raunchy display while they pleasured themselves. Fuck drunk, the laziness as Magda adjusted Excella's attachment to that of tongues, to clean and lap the Lord's cum from those swollen puffy lips, Nox in rapture, eyes rolled back as she let the soothing lapping fuck rock her to near sleep. <br><br>The power in it, cumming, the gluttonous need of the near rabid alien female, as she rocked her body to receive each stroke, to gobble and slurp cunt around that prick manufactured for pure pleasure. Working herself to a feverish state, begging him each time for more, to fuck her, to never stop. Until Draconia could fuck no more, her body moving as the Lord slumped back to his pillows, Excella leaving Nox and Magda as Nox went to fetch elixirs and Magda would move towards her darling Lord. Excella could be heard, whirls and motions as she rubbed in the cum on Draconia's cold nethers, playing with the goo between metallic fingers pushing in and out to pump more so her little strange tongue could slide out and sample, Draconia moaning as she slipped thighs apart and used her tail to bring Excella into her cum coated cunt to clean it, to sooth the beautiful bruising. <br><br>"Beautifully, My heart. " Her pride in him apparent, as she took cloth and began to sweep it across his brow, freshen the body even as Nox in all her glory fed him elixirs. Draconia's ass wiggled, as she pulled Excella's face deeper between her thighs, indeed a greedy greedy girl, but willing to share the cum that coated her innards. Excella's pretty metallic face lifting, covered with the icing cream that smeared against the reflective surface, before being pulled back into the depths of chilled slit and hot cream. Magda laughed as she caught the catalog. "Your wish is my command, my heart." <br><br>Fingers played swiping the movement to select, hitting buttons to call in three. A lean in as she whispered to her Lord, quietly. "Let these retreat, my Heart, and pleasure themselves in the room with mirror. They can watch as can others should you wish it. As you feed them they can be sent there, so that when you do wish sleep, it will be in a mass of flesh that seeks only to dream of you and your power.' Her hand moved stroking over the line of his prick as she tilted her head. "It will be as if you are wrapped in a cloud of Love. For each of them do. " Not as if camera was not recording within this room so that he could watch it when he wished, as years passed to remember these first moments of skin to skin that hungered so. <br><br>The order would be his to give. It was his flesh day, and Magda would see him gorged. The door would open soon enough to lead three more within the room. <br><br>The first who came within a smaller female form, her body adorned&nbsp; with the sweetest of veils. More traditional harem clothing, translated well with her amber colored flesh, and the dark blue spotting across her thighs, across her stomach as if gems had been laid within. Her lower face covered with the white veil, underneath it barely seen could be the pouted lips, the delicate nose. Flicker of tongue outwards, moved against the white cloth the serpentine slit of it, divided into two separate muscles. Easy enough to see by her movement, the strength in those lithe limbs she was something far different then the rest. As if the magic of those large eyes, the slit pupil did not give it away. Magda leaned in. "It is rumor I heard once, that her tongue leaves a residue that both increases sensitivity of the skin it touches, and inspires larger loads of milk. Their favored food." Speaking to her heart, as she waved the woman to the side, so that the next could present.<br><br>The second woman? Adorned only in two thick ribbons of white, her tits large enough but not comical in their size. Thick of hips, with high and tight peach of an ass, perhaps it was easier to see the tail that flickered behind her. Features showed a feline race, the incisor that protruded from her lips, the thin fur that covered her flesh like fine down colored in fawn and darker brown streaks. Green eyes, the roughness of her tongue seen as she flickered it out, near purring as tail danced behind her and her body strode forwards. Hands moved, the nails more extended, more vicious as they cupped those large tits and jiggled them for him to see how they moved. "Perfect, perhaps for him to sink prick between while she laps the head with that odd tongue of hers. But I wonder, heart, is it possible for her to purr with your dick in her throat?" The thought made Magda smile as she waved the woman inwards.<br><br>The third one that walked within? Magda offered her own thoughts as she looked over the beauty, in her thigh highed boots, polished to a shine, naked but for the stockings and garters that adorned her thighs " A prize found farther out, years ago. Their talents are that of legend. But isn't she breath taking in her own way? "&nbsp; Her skin was beyond dark, it was black in the way that shocked, like obsidian stone. Eyes were almond shaped pools of pure blue, the contrast of it shocking, when compared to the bald head and the line of patterned flow that adorned like crown. She had no navel, the flat panel of her stomach shimmering as she turned about on those stilted boots, leaning forwards to expose the sweeter flesh between her thighs. Allowing the Lord to see the ice blue slit with it's pretty petals that even now were changing colors, radiating their own strange humming vibrations. Pucker ran over by her own finger as she stood up and turned her head to look over her shoulder, rolling hips so the Lord could see how that plump ass of hers shimmied as she parted lips to run her tongue against her lips. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-08-2015, 18:52:30</strong>
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				Garrius panted. Pleasuring so many women was fun. He had known of sex, but was cloistered enough to not expect just how delicious his birthright would be. He groaned happily, looking at the carnal carnage. He rose from the floor and stood, stretching. He displayed himself for all present. He moved to Excella and groped her bottom lustfully. The iron woman giggled happily and pushed into him. He waited for Magda to select the next round of his Flesh Day entertainment. The de facto leader of the harem's suggestion did not go unheeded. <br><br>"Excella stay with Magda, but all others may find a place outside my room. He stopped Nox, "You will join Magda in my bed tonight... if I make it there..." He whispered into her ear. She gave a silent, knowing smile and left with Draconia and emptied the room for his next three beauties. Garrius saw the woman with the unique almost serpentine look, her tongue fascinating him. Next was the feline with soft heavy bosom, it heaved... it seemed she might be shy. He thought about climbing atop her and shoving his cock between her pillows instantly. Her eyes were alluring. It was the third one that made him stop for a moment. Dark, female, like moving obsidian. He spied the softer blue flesh, it should be pink. A fascinating creature. He smiled and she returned it. She was not a curvaceous as Magda, but she was still very voluptuous. <br><br>He rounded on Magda softly. He took her hair in his hands. A show of his dominance, but it was one that conveyed love not force, also the young heir didn't really know how little control he had over his harem (not that it seemed he minded). He heard Magda's explanation of the amber-skinned woman with the reptile-like tongue. "Well, perhaps she's hungry..." He moved to her and guided her down to kneel before him while he sat. "What's your name, lovely." He smiled. <br><br>"I am Vespa, my lord." She replied stroking his naked legs. She couldn't help but lick her lips, cum still clung to his massive member. "If Magda is to be believed, you love provoking more cum from men..." He couldn't help but give Magda a playful look. He stroked Vespa and pushed her lips to his cock. He expected voracious devouring of his cock, but she was actually quite gentle and methodical. That long tongue slathering lovingly against his noble member. "Mmmm..." she moaned. Her fingers lowering to her own sex. Her mouth took him in without compunction, her tongue wrapping around it. Her speckled body moving in a steady rhythm, nearly instantly he felt a swelling in his balls, they felt like they were growing larger, heavier, more full of precious seed. Vespa's eyes closed in rapture. <br><br>The feline-looking woman looked to him and smiled. She approached, lowering her top. The remaining woman approached on the other side. The feline took his head, "Relax, lord," What Magda hadn't divulged was that Vespa's spit would provide what could only be described as an aphrodisiac hallucination. He would cum more, but his body would be filled with a kind of horny numbness. Of course the harem had taken liberties to fortify their heir. His gentic code malleable to a degree, ready to adopt the positive traits of any substance, in this case the ability to produce excess milk because of Vespa's unique talent. Soon his precious seed was leaking from the corner of her mouth as she gulped it down greedily. The large-chested feline holding his head to her tits, letting him gently suck on her breasts in idle pleasure. <br><br>Garrius felt his cock being tended to until Vespa stopped. He looked. Oh she was full, he watched her lying on the floor having gorged a little too much, "Magda... you made him too perfect..." she said softly. He looked at the full woman and gently smile. "That was so delightful Vespa, enjoy your rest. Still, he was left ragingly aroused. "Dark one... I need you." he said grabbing her and bending her down. He didn't know what was special about her, but he knew that Magda would not pick something mundane for his Flesh Day, though there was nothing mundane about the most glorious harem of what had once been the strongest house. <br><br>He didn't know what delights awaited, but he needed to cum, needed to fuck. He pushed and pulled the obsidian woman into position, vulnerable. He looked at her blue slit and spread her dark cheeks. Something told him that he was going to enjoy this. He speared her, she screamed in delight. He began fucking her hard and fast, he'd only fucked Magda without such restraint, but something told him that this woman could take it. He grabbed her tits and grunted. "Magda, she's delightful, you're spoiling me." He kissed the dark woman's neck, "You have a place in my antechamber. In the hierarchy of his harem the bed was the closest, with the antechamber outside his master suite. Women there would not sleep with the master, but they were the women who were his favorites, and those he trusted to provide protection and idle pleasure. <br><br>The heir took the woman, slamming into her, his cock cumming instantly, still sensitive. The woman wriggled and moaned at the hot flood of his seed, she accepted it into her without issue. She shook and grabbed his head from behind, pulling him into a kiss. Garrius growled and groaned. He was perhaps a little too rough, but Magda would check him if she thought any girl was in danger. He humped her blue cunt with abandon. His hips slapping into her ass. "Magda... you and..." the feline woman smiled, "Selena, lord." <br><br>"When I'm done enjoying this delicious, beautiful creature I want you two to prepare my bed." He would finish his flesh day there. He would pick a few women and make love to them all night, he didn't have to but that was his plan for the harem giving him such a wonderful birthday. "I will not abandon you, Selena, you will be tested." He yanked the dark-skinned woman back letting her bounce up and down, making a mess from churning up his seed, her large tits bouncing, but still firm in their position. <br><br>"For now I would like to see your asses, dear, display yourself for me... make love to each other if you wish." He fumbled around with the woman whose name he didn't even know, his fingers found her lips and she sucked them moaning happily. "What is she, Magda, I give up. She seems to keep me hard and needy, she's curvy and delicious, "What are you, unique thing?" He said addressing her this time. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>26-08-2015, 06:34:13</strong>
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				Her darling Garrius was more then they had hoped more even then they had dared to dream in their fantasies. And there had been so many fantasies as he had grown to manhood in their presence raised and taught to be more, but surpassing the more by leagues. Her own hunger for the young man was becoming brutally obsessive, pride that bordered upon something twisted as she watched and bore witness to his level of desire displayed in each cum stained female he blessed and savored. In truth, that he loved. <br><br>That he had learned to love them in their own rights? That would be the collar that none would be able to break. Not upon their young Master. Each debauched fucking, each taking was laying a leash and line about that fine throat that even if pushed he would not allow to be taken from him. And in that? They each earned their own fucking freedom. Pride swelled in Madga's&nbsp; chest and leaked between her powerful thighs.&nbsp; Even as his hand had taken her hand to show his dominance and her eyes had turned to him as sweetly as her massive ass so perfectly rounded was jutted out as if to appease him, but in truth to entice him even as he spoke to Vespa. <br><br>To the words to Vespa and Garrius's look to her the flicker of her own tongue outwards, to mimic as Vespa would take that prick within the line of her tongue that wrapped and wound about it. Steady and hard she took that cum and swallowed every drop demanding even those last sputtering lines. Did Garrius even know how pleasure twined he was? As his body was taken into that hallucination the implications of it more fucking then more release. Swallowing down the massive loads as the feline bounced those tits against his mouth just for him to suckle, to take until Vespa herself was gorged and laying upon the metallic floor drunken on her own lust. Magda did but smile as she leaned down to brush her thumb against Vespa's lips, to steal a drop of cum and lap her own tongue out across. <em><strong>"There is no such thing as too perfect, Vespa. You will never hunger again, sweet one."</strong></em> The years of waiting had been horrid for the poor creature waiting to feed.<br><br>Laughter was a joyous thing as she reclined lazily to her chair the module to select within her hand. The other hand moved as she rubbed her clit, to build herself to cresting almost release as her Garrius savored his gift, that special obsidian woman with her every changing pussy awaiting him. Hard and fast that fucking violence in it, beautiful to watch. The man grabbed those tits and how the bitch underneath him rolled slapping her ass against his hips as her vibrating color dancing cunt shifted and churned twitching with static charges to fucksuck and excite the shaft within. To make it spasm harder with more violence then perhaps it would normally. How Odetta cried out for Garrius as he gave her those words, that fucking promise.&nbsp; <br><br>The lift in rank inspired her, fucking back against the Master with a vigor that would break the hip of a normal woman, but she was far from normal was she not? With the shocking sparks within that cunt that inspired muscles twitches, that let her walls vibrate as they churned, constantly shifting suckling worship of a very whorish inclination his to dive within. Flooded inside the lewd rolling churning leaking his cum down her thighs. Magda's refraining from release even as Odetta came and came, as she devoured the line of the Master's jizz within her blue walls. Prouder still of Garrius for his care for Selena. <br><em><strong><br>"Of course, my Love, it is as you would wish it."</strong></em> The tone of her voice a low thing, heady with it's own hunger as she basked in his pleasure of Odetta, as he fucked her mouth with his fingers even as he churned and made his cum bubble from that pretty blue pussy. Magda's finger beckoned for Selena to move to her, so she could slide her hand up the feline's spine. The chair Magda had been sitting in Selena would now crawl up upon as she was bidden too by Magda. Gladiator needed not to answer as Odetta would instead. But it was Magda's hands that popped Selena's ass for her Garrius to see it jiggle. It was her own ass lifted high as she rested her stomach upon the line of that chair's seat just to jut&nbsp; that fabulously round ass out, spreading it with her hands so that the crevice that shielded rosebud pucker and so that the petals of pretty bruised cunt glimmering with it's lust shimmered for him to see.<br><br>Meanwhile her face turned upwards as she pushed it into the sweet little snatch of that feline form. The tail moved upwards switching back and forth, back and forth in her own fuck need as Magda's chin became place for her to rub her clit against harder and faster as that tongue of the once gladiator rammed deep inside that sweltering fuck hole. She threw her head back as her cunt was claimed throat exposed her green eyes rolling back into her head with her own need. Then those viciously tipped fingers cupped the large tits and began to rub them, throat indeed purring with pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br><br>It was that heavy throaty noise that made Magda drop the hands from her own ass and move them upwards so she could grip the globes of Selena's as it rested on her forehead and begin to&nbsp; spread&nbsp; the cheeks apart. The motions showed Garrius the display of the lewd way Magda's tongue dove in and out, in and out of that puffy cunt, until Selena arched and begged to be allowed to cum. Begging turned to screaming for Garrius to give Magda order to stop the woman fucking her to the point of release,&nbsp; then biting down on clit softly to make the pain stop the cascading orgasm. <em><strong>"Please..mhmmph young Master! Pllllease..let your slut cum, let her cum on Magda, please....make her ...fuck it hurts, it hurts...please...need to.." </strong></em><br><br>Odetta cried it out around his fingers, begging him with her movements for him to reach and scoop cum for her to lap from his fingers as she writhed for him. <em><strong>"I am yours, Master. A succubyn is what they called us upon our home. "</strong></em> the strange way her pussy glew and shifted color those tingling snaps of sensation as she let almond eyes blink, the blue of them mesmerizing. "<em><strong>Hidyn Prime was home, but no more.No..more..please more..."</strong></em> her tongue held out for him to sweep cum against as she squirmed.<strong><em> "So full, Master, please. Odetta is yours now. Full of you, but so good, so good.." her sing song tones as she rubbed her bald head to his skin trying to take his scent.</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>27-08-2015, 04:59:20</strong>
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				Garrius listened to the escapades of Selena and Magda as they worked. A tumult of curves, Bronze and fur-covered flesh wrestling for a brief moment before the women of all women in his harem, his First, the joy of his becoming a man asserted her right over all on his ship. He smiled and watched Magda worked over the feline creature. The alien beauty he was currently railing into balls deep was begging for him to stop. He did. He was too well trained. He let her drop gently, holding her. "You were a good fuck, lover, you may rest now. Go take any woman you want to tend your needs. The heir didn't know how many he had. <br><br>"Magda... Magda..." He said, he helped Magda position the cat-woman on her knees so that the her could watch from between them, head between her knees. Women fascinated him, he wanted to learn everything about his harem. "Now, let her cum on me, I want to feel what it's like..." He was lewd and forward, but that's what he'd been reared to do in the privacy of his palace of heavenly delights. He watched Magda work, hypnotized by the passion with which his chosen First&nbsp; made the subordinate woman release. <br><br>He basked in it, he rose gently to his feet and stretched. "I need a bath and food." He said, he knew that he was expending copious amounts of calories on ravenous fucking, dirty and hot and exhausting. Restoratives could only do so much before he needed the old fashioned succors of the flesh, drink, song, warm water, food, and soft lovemaking. He had sowed much seed, shown much force and hard fast need, but he was always a sensitive child, and that's what made him Magda's perfect one. He pulled Magda up, and shockingly gave her an honest hug, head nuzzled lovingly into her large tits. She was tall and statuesque, he leaned up and kissed her like he might his first sweetheart. "Thank you for such a wonderful day, my First. I know I may have chosen poorly in politics of my harem, but I chose right with my heart. <br><br>"Come Selena, I need your softness too..." He walked from the room with the two women, arm around each waste. They walked through the harem. He went to his own personal dining room.&nbsp; Where he was greeted by the woman who had always been his personal chef. Surprisingly she was Terran like himself, but from a planet that was so toxic that she was immune to all known poisons. She was a plump woman, more soft than Magda or even Selena, and her. She wore the white and red of the cooking staff. She jiggled pleasantly with each step. <br><br>"Oh, master," she said, "I was wondering when you'd some see me." Garrius smiled and greeted his cook. The woman who had prepared every meal since Magda had whisked the harem away. He watched her in her full dress. "It's my flesh day, Cerce, you don't have to be so formal any more..." He grabbed a jiggling cheek and the chef gave him a playful slap, "Never have I let you have your dessert before you dinner, master, and I'm not going to start now. Garrius smiled and took a place on the floor. "Magda, would you like something to drink?" She said, ever the pleasing hostess. She brought Selena a tall glass of warm milk. Cerce shook out her golden wavy curls. Her vibrant eyes of speckled gold and green twinkling. <br><br>Garrius didn't miss that when she returned with more milk for Selena that the buttons on her formal coat were undone revealing sumptuous lily-white pillows. Garrius lazily put his head in Magda's lap, not stopping her from touching what she wished. His own private chambers were not far from a mansion inside the large ship. Selena lazily began bathing him. It was simple decadence, desire. Cerce returned with many of the heir's favorite foods, every drink but alcohol (not when there was fucking to partake in). He lay with his women and Cerce offered up her wears. "I think I'll let Magda decide when I can glut myself on one of your decadent desserts." He ate and lay against Magda, loving her fingers in his hair. "So... what do you think of my performance so far, First?" he asked. "Spare no lewd desire or description. I want to know exactly what you think when you saw me pounding that beautiful blue pussy, or when I filled Vespa fit to bursting so that cum dribbled down her chin onto her tits." He gave her a lusty smile. Obviously trying to make his First wet, perhaps... make her take him? <br><br>Garrius smiled. Part of him knew it was not very heir-like to be the submissive to a woman, but that was so many talks from his father so long ago. If any other house knew that he kissed them in such a way, that he showed affection, that he looked to harem sluts for approval and not merely the pussy of the day to deposit his male needs. That would be disastrous, but his mentoring was a careful one. To other males he was ruthless, to females in his harem he was a plaything.&nbsp; He smiled up at Magda, "Kiss me, First?" He asked, so insecure but eager at times. Oh his conditioning wasn't perfect, how could anything be despite Vespa's claim. He looked into her eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>27-08-2015, 07:40:13</strong>
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				Garrius always listened too, or listened for. Magda held her own desires ones which would become apparent to him soon enough but the truth remained that nothing else would change. His delicious harem would serve him and serve him well, in exchange for what he gave them and out of their fucking adoration to the Master for he was their protector in ways even he may never know the depths of. As her beautiful one stopped fucking his alien, and treated her with the tenderness that had been instilled? She was proud enough to not stop the look of love given as he helped her position the cat-woman so he could take the cum from her spasming cunt, feel the purring intonations of her release as she writhed for them both. It was Magda's tongue that lapped it from his face, until he rose.<br><br><em><strong>"As you wish, my Love."</strong></em> She need not give the orders for it, such was arranged and one look from the woman set the actions to order. He had fucked so much, his poor prick surely was wrinkled or blistered. Her concern for him was like that of the surrogate mother at times, and as her darling one nuzzled his head into those large tits she enveloped him within her arms. Strong still for all their suppleness, her mouth brushing his as tenderly as he did her own, precious thing to sweep tongue in between and steal the taste of the lover's he had still upon his tongue. <em><strong>"It is far from over, my love. And there are no politics now, merely us." </strong></em>Prophecy perhaps, but more to point the fact Magda was far from willing to tolerate insurrections that might upset her darling.<br><br>Selena happily sliding to the side of the Master, her hand cupping his dick, stroking it even as they walked. Magda keeping arm about her Master as they made way through the Harem, noting those who may or may not need private instruction, or to be spoken with to arrange their time with the Master and his magical prick.&nbsp; Cerce more then happy to see them setting to her work as she would settle where Garrius would. <em><strong>"oh Cerce, if you would not mind. My restorative."</strong></em> Her own need to re-energize seen too by the beautiful cook who doted upon all with her tenderness. A precious precious gift that one was, and as sipped from her goblet.<br><br>Garrius's head found its way to her lap, and she would stroke over the lines of his face with her fingertips, exploring in touch what was hers. Fingers curved to let her nails scratch softly against his skin even as Selena would begin to bath him. Directing the female with soft words, demanding she use her mouth while polishing the balls, delighting in how the feline used that rough tongue to clean the flesh so very valuable to them all. There would be no part of him Selene did not clean as such, desiring her mouth to wipe him once more fresh before she would use the steri light to clean him fully. <em><strong>"Soon I think, my heart, you could take dessert smeared across her thighs and cunt, flavored with her.."</strong></em> The words to her adored One as she cast eyes to him. Oh, the questions he asked, the way her brow lifted as she plucked food for him from one of the plates and held it above his mouth for him to take from fingertips. <br><br><em><strong>" That never had I seen such power in a cock. Such raw fucking pleasure delivered into the body of one who needed it so. I must say when her juice ran down and dripped from your balls it was worthy of a painting, especially the face you make when you reach your climax. "</strong></em> Her tongue touched to the corner of her mouth as she plucked another bit of morsel for her Love, watching as Selene delighted in lapping her rough tongue between his thighs now. <em><strong>"And of course, I was jealous. Hungry. For when you cum, I wish it. Like some drug that cures the ache that lays within me that only you can repair."</strong></em> The words were lusher things as she turned face downwards to look at him. <br><br>He asked for kiss and it was her movement of hand that bid Selene to her knees. Magda in her form so tall, so statuesque indeed like the warrior she was bent her head down as her arm tucked underneath his shoulders to raise him up to lay his head back against her large tits. The kiss she gave as hand moved to the far side of cheek holding the line of it against the palm, thumb felt stroking the corner of mouth as she claimed his lips with her own. It was no fuck ravaging violence but kiss of a different sort, tender and greedy, tongue dancing out to coax his into her sweet mouth so she might swirl texture to texture, so she might take his breath as she gave him hers. Teeth raked the upper lip, holding it between the sharp points as she drug head back to let the lip tender pop back into place. <br><br>Never once did those eyes close, constant in their watching of his features as she held face to his nose nudging to his own.&nbsp; <strong><em>"I need you, my love. So badly it feels like wound most grievous. Shall I fuck you while they watch, upon this very table? Shall I gorge myself and make you call out my name like I need to hear you do? Let them see how loved you are. Shall I summon them here, so they might kneel and fuck themselves while I fill my mouth, my cunt, my ass with you, then share the seed in explosions to bless their hungry faces? What would let Mine, know how desperately hungry his Love is? How feverish she is to feel him and be filled?"</em></strong> The words given to him as she then turned head and brushed her lips against his jawline until she came to his ear. <strong><em>"I love you. All of you. And my heart is filled with pride at the man you have become, Garrius. " </em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>01-09-2015, 20:42:42</strong>
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				Garrius smiled at her words blushing furious. Despite her guile and raw intelligence Magda's race was a crude, barbaric race of humanoids. She had been trained as all of them were. They, each one were trained in the ways of courtly discourse and pleasure. Some like Magda and Nox served as protectors, but Magda. He looked at her gently. "Magda, you're so lewd and brash." He loved it when she spoke such impassioned words. He knew that if he bade it on his Flesh Day she would saddle his fat cock with her womanly thighs. He looked away from her. She made him feel so manly when she spoke so candidly. <br><br>He held her restorative for her while he mused. "Mmm..." he said thinking, sitting up. "I, I could learn to take Cerce like that for every meal.. if it pleased you too..." Cerce, ever stern, even when playful grabbed his cock, "Now boy, if you're going to fuck my plumpness with every meal you're going to do so with some decorum for your head chef." She stroked him. "Magda, you're spoiling him too much, I don't care if it's his flesh day..." She stroked him gently despite her words. "Still, all worth it in the end." Cerce, the plump cook was becoming enraptured with the heir too. Cerce pushed Garrius back into Magda's voluptuousness. Garrius gave a stifled cry. "Come here, boy," Cerce teased, she lowered her vestments and took up the platter. "Come, eat. Get your strength back." <br><br>"O-One moment, ladies, can't a man just eat?" He implored. Many of the women knew that the heir could be manipulated. Cerce was trusted and was simply being her forward self. "Magda... are you sure he fucked you this morning, the boy acts like he's never touched a woman." Cerce leaned in and kissed him gently. "Yes, precious, eat up." She sat topless holding his plate. Garrius felt a little embarrassed in his usual way. Garrius looked at Selena and Cerce, Magda too. All three did have such nice large tits. Cerce and Selena didn't have the firm underlying muscle, but so nice. "All three of you will pleasure this cock you love with your tits and mouths the one I think does the best gets their mind fucked out. The loser goes to the raping stocks." <br><br>Though there were few women truly unwilling the half-punishment of the stocks was a device used to break new unwilling girls. Though on this ship it was more a plaything, any woman placed in it gave all her holes to being fucked for as long as the ship wished. Though mostly it would be the young master and women with their mouths and instruments. "The middle girl gets to sleep with Magda and Nox and I tonight." He smirked. <br><br>Though the young heir was mostly submissive to the desires of the women about him Cerce and others knew that he could be needled into becoming more dominant. Making him mad was not advisable, but Cerce had called his virility into questions, even in play, and that meant he would spend a long time showing Cerce just what kind of lover he'd grown into as a man. "Oh and there are no turns, women, you fight for this cock if you want it badly enough." <br><br>The young master found a low divan and sat on it, legs splayed. Raised by Magda, he was not opposed to competition and seeing women fight for him. In fact fights between the women were common and formalized entertainment on the ship. It helped many of the more active women (of whom Madga and Nox were a part) bleed out excess energy. Selena crawled quickly to her master, ever eager to please. Her soft warm breasts brushed against him. "Magda, Cerce," he said egging them on to his commands. <br><br>Garrius smirked. His commands showed the other side that Magda and her ilk tried to foster. The politician, the lord and ruler. The harem was only part of his birthright, and the other part would come in time as his ship rejoined the greater world of house politics. It would be this fire, this daring spirit that not only pushed the young man to take even someone like Magda until she begged him to stop and not stop in alternating breaths, but would better the role and place of the harems of the galaxy within the great Congregation of Houses. "Magda," he said looking at her, he knew that either Cerce or Magda would win, Selena might get the stocks, "show me how you yearn for me, take your prize if you deserve it." It was a challenge, and she might find a way to punish him later, but for now he was showing exactly why he was fit to lead the house. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 06:00:14</strong>
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				Garrius and his adorable insatiable talented flesh, a treat beyond a treat for the women who even now settled nearer to. Exposing themselves to the heat of his words, the warmth of his flesh, awakening his hunger so that they might feast upon it. The power of Magda's form gladiator now softened&nbsp; but far from useless. Magda played along silent when Cerce with her soft flesh and appealing curves teased as she would, watching with those white pools of hers as the cook began to stroke her hand along that prick flesh. <br><br><br>Her brow lifted when she watched Cerce prepare to feed their charming Master, to lushly invite him into her flesh as she held that plate and posed. Selena cooed as she rolled her hips even now starving for it. Magda gave answer to Cerce.<em><strong> "Oh he can do more then touch. I would be careful, sweet cook, or he might be apt to show you how much he has learned.." </strong></em>Her own praise for Garrius given as she pulled grape from a plate to pop it between her lips. <br><br>The words of punishment and then of reward the low chuckle she gave as he would show how he had been pushed into showing his strength. Oh Magda made no apology for taking pleasure with whoever had been sentenced to the stocks. Not in all the years of her service, had she not partaken, much as she had partaken of the fights merely because it amused her too. Blood met blood and cooled the rage that boiled within most women who were held in captivity. A primal way of sorting dominance when there had been no Master, but now...<br><br>She closed her eyes in thought the heavy globes of her titflesh swaying with her motion forward even as she opened those white pools to gaze at her "Master' legs spread. His giant prick&nbsp; hoisted heavenward's again through the use of regenerative and Cerce's stroking, once more awake and hungry. Selena oh, she relished it upon her knees ass up breasts mashed into his leg as she parted her lips begging to take the tip within rising upwards to tilt head down and drool spit down that great length as if anointing a holy weapon her palms curving around it to begin milking rolls.<em><strong> "It's so big, so very big, Master...so hard and long.." </strong></em>right before that long rough textured tongue wrapped that prick and her mouth sealed at least the first half of it off. Suckling as her tongue writhed, kittenish roughness dancing up and over round and round as she milked it. <br><br>Cerce came next, oh she was entranced that sudden movement of her body to it's plump knees as she moved underneath Selena and took her mouth parting it. <em><strong>"My favorite fruits, finally ripe, oh lad.." </strong></em>That hungry tone of hers, even as she used her body to try to move the feline woman from that dick,her own mouth greedy sucking lapping over those balls as she pushed head upwards rocking it to Selena's throat making the poor kitten gag on her Master's prick, the thick spit coating it as her tongue extended and her mouth was forced off. The feline not having it, oh no! Her hands moving the sharp tips coming to capture Cerce's nipples,plucking twisting them until Cerce squealed in pain her mouth wide as tears formed in her eyes, and she tried to kick towards Selena, her strikes falling short of their 'full' power. But oh how they made that body of hers dance for him.<br><br>Garrius was indeed showing those tactics he would need to protect them from the outside. His ability too would only ensure the power that remained inside the ship as the Gladiator stepped forwards, her body that ever moving constant of rampant seduction. Full curves and tapered lines, the muscled lines of a body that knew it's purpose and yet was so intensely feminine.&nbsp; Challenge had been issued and oh, that curve of her mouth showed she had more then accepted it. <em><strong>"Take it, if I deserve it..." </strong></em>the sudden movement of her hand down as she wrenched her palm into the back of Selena's hair lifting the poor feline who just wished to suckle that dick until she choked. <em><strong>"Tongue out, whore. "</strong></em> The shake of that hand as Cerce now felt she had her Master, tits moved to that thick line of prick her palms wrapping to the sides to squeeze dick so tight into that soft pillowing flesh. <br><br>Magda lifted Selena with ease and placed her on the couch beside the Master, her hand slapping the girls face to make her cry even as she used the brute force of her command to lower that mouth down. <strong><em>"Suck the fucking tip as Cerce feeds it to you. Keep it spit warm little slut, keep drooling, I want him screaming with his need." </em></strong>Her release for the feline with that tongue to begin to wait til Cerce shoved tits down and dickpopped free to wrap tongue around it drooling laps swirling that fat swollen tip like it held the secrets to life somewhere in it's center.<br><br>Using the other two women as dolls for his amusement that harsh fucking motion of her knee into Cerce's back after she had straddled her back, having given Selena her purpose, to be a mouth piece, a surrogate fucking cunt for the young Master to rut his dick into ever wetting it with her spit so Cerce's plush tits could wrap it. Knee gave the cook a bit more of a bow of spine so her stomach mashed to the bottom of sofa, so her body holding those big pillows trembled as she fought her own scream head back so Selena could work. <br><br>From her vantage point she looked to the Master, her head tilting as she gave something so close to a slow smile. <strong><em>"Should I show you more of how I yearn for you, Mine? Should I slit her throat, or would you rather me choke Selena while she devours that prick that should be buried balls deep inside of me? Perhaps, you would rather if I take sweet Cerce here, and mount her mouth bending her neck back a bit more so you can watch her lap me til I mark her face. After I will throw them both off and claim my fucking prize..your cum bubbling from balls sprayed on my titflesh for them to lick and suck off while one of them slips you in their ass. " </em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>05-09-2015, 01:14:59</strong>
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				Garius watched Magda take control as he expected she would. True to her nature she was remorseless with the other girls. Still, nothing too untoward. He smiled as he watched her yank Selena from his cock. A mouth he'd been enjoying fucking for a short time. He watched as Cerce took up the slack and her tits were mashed around him, the cook was willing to please him. As one of his surrogate mothers he feared that Cerce would abstain, and he had noticed Cerce's breasts before Magda's when entering the first steps toward manhood. <br><br>The heir watched as Magda took control. Garius moaned as he came from deep within the canyon of white flesh that was Cerce's tits. She moaned as ropes of hot sticky delight covered her seemingly without end. It was like he had water form cum, but no it was still thick and delicious. She cooed smearing it happily. Selena lapped at the mess spear and screamed when Magda pulled her back. The games stopped. He stood up. "No," He approached Magda, "kneel, Magda, too far." He pulled Selena from her and handed her off to Cerce. "You know the rule, no woman will come to harm in my harem!"<br><br>He wasn't mad at her. Magda needed tending. She had energy that had to get out in some way. She'd spent much of his years before manhood in isolation trying to control these violent urges, but now with him a man, so much cum and male smell she was probably losing her grip. "Come here, dear-heart." He pulled her up. <br><br>"Game's over, Selena, go with Cerce and take comfort from her. Magda will not harm you." Magda had her needs. "I was hoping you'd make it until nightfall, but if I have to start early so be it." He took her by the arm, "I'm going to take care of you don't worry." He knew that the woman was strong, strong in many way. She came from a society where men were communal fuck-toys. She'd never been without a valve for her release. Now he was her only outlet. <br><br>He took her to the middle of the communal area, to the middle of the baths. He could feel the warmth of her, the heat of her needs. He went to the middle dais a shallow bath where the master was supposed to lounge, being bathed and tended to by his legion of flesh. He knelt and pulled her onto his thighs, slipping inside of her. "I should have spent longer pleasing you this morning." He held her rutting up within her. "Tell me when to stop, tell me when you're well again."<br><br>He trusted Magda not to actually hurt anyone, but the other girls didn't just her as much as he did. He put his face to her bosom, the water was cooler than it had to be, helping to combat the raging fire of lust within his First. His hands groped her bottom, lust building within him. Around them women milled about. He ran his hands over her ass, rubbing it, loving her. Suddenly he pitched forward, moving to pin her against the water. He pushed his lithe body between her voluptuous one, ready to be the object of her need. He knew from his own searches into her entry that she'd want to be the dominant one, and he'd let her. <br><br>He moved his hips like a jackhammer, simply fucking, fucking hot and fast, faster than he did even that morning, he wanted to wear her out, make her expend her energy fighting and fucking him. He nipped her ear, "I should make you present that ass for a spanking, you know. He grabbed her shoulders and humped. Cum flowed from his spasming cock, the spit of Vespa making his balls give even more and more cum than what Magda had tasted before. "Who is my favorite slut? He whispered. "Who's big butt is for my pounding?" It was not as romantic. He had actually been aroused by Magda's forceful display, but he had stepped in to provide comfort to the other girls. <br><br>Now that they were isolated on the dais he was giving himself over to his own fire that had been ignited. He pulled back slamming into her, churning cum. "Look how fucking wet your slut cunt gets for me, Magda..." He whispered. "My good curvy toy..." He smirked. Part of him wanted to antagonize her, feel the primal state she would reach. "When I'm done fucking this pussy I'm going to use those big fucking cheeks of your ass as my own personal cum dump." Did Magda like this side of him, was it too much. These things needed to be worked out. He had thousands of women, each forming their own relationship with him. He shuddered and came again, not missing a beat Garius kept fucking, using her, delighting in her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>05-09-2015, 07:42:01</strong>
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				Oh truth enough in that motion she had been far to rough with Selena. The scent of cum had risen to nose, and to see such gifting lapped up by one who had not earned the whole of it? Had created the hunger tense motion from the form of that powerful creation, the order to kneel making those white eyes turn upwards as the bronzed lines of body would be forced to obey by the mind that demanded such show of supplication. Kneel. She could kneel and with more grace then most of them, the hunger raw upon those features of hers as she took position upon her knees, daring him not to appease her with each subtle shift of muscled stomach or tense of thighs. Even from the junction of those same thighs pussy clenched with trained constrictions of pelvic muscles as if to communicate the need.&nbsp; <br><br>His words, the lift of her upwards by the arm as she hissed out breath, the touch of his skin to her own burning her with her own need. Magda in all her glory, exposed body a luscious thing, a gift to one whose tears she had wiped. Struggling for thought even as his words came to her ears and he pulled her upon him. Inside of her prick wedged deep into the spasming walls, nursing the thick girth, milking it in the lewdest of ways. Her body responded in ways that defied understanding as lips parted and that sound sang out from them, a cross between blasphemy and hymn. <br><br>Water was so cold, so fucking cold, the lift of those tits so that he could lap the liquid from them, feast upon the taste of her skin as he dipped his head for those moments. Never ceasing as Garius laid claim within the divine heat of cunt, feverish body moving in whorish abandon, a huntress searching out her pleasure, stalking it with how hips jerked down to his, sealing him off inside the velvet lined channel that writhed with it's joy at the pain of his spreading. Nip to her ear and those words, oh that was dangerous line for the Master to fuck his way into. Sudden it was, the declaration of war even as he tended to her so purely. <br><br>Faster, hot and dirty, no need for air, for it would not gift her with what she needed. Hips twisting, that ass popping to clap each fucking stroke down as he grabbed those shoulders to leverage her. Tits danced, the filthy sounds of body meeting body as she screamed out, demanding that cum, every drop to be delivered into that ever hungry snatch of hers that nursed it from his prick like mouth suckling straw.<em><strong> "You should. Right after you fill my cunt to the point of misery, just so when you spank me, you can see it spill from pussy."</strong></em> The way her hands moved laying claim so she could use him like some toy to appease that rageful fire inside, to make him soothe the knotting hunger. Violent, oh there was that, as she found place for her mouth to rake against, to nip against, to mark as hers.<br><br><em><strong>"I am. I am your favorite slut, your favorite slit to burrow that thick dick in, the only place those balls empty completely within. My ass is for your pounding, my cunt is for your spreading, my lips are for your pleasure."</strong></em> The words, oh she gave them as she&nbsp; screamed out as he churned that cum of theirs, bubbling it out of that tight spasming pussy that demanded more, always more. Too long unclenching around that which it hungered and more to point for him the hunger amplified, as she jerked herself to where she could mount that dick and work herself to frothy frenzy. Mouth to his ear the power in arms that twined, in hands that grabbed his ass and jerked him into her so she could ride him til pussy near screamed it's pain. <br><em><strong><br>"That's my Garius. Come now, fuck me, don't stop. You love that sloppy wet cunt, how tight it is. Should I tell mine how many nights I lay fucking myself thinking of him, dreaming of this day, when he would fill my cunt and ass so full. That he would bite tits and ass and mark it, because he needed it. You do, don't you, my love? Need to know whenever you see me, no matter whose pussy, ass, or mouth is servicing you, you need to know your cum is still filling one of my holes. That's peace, my thick pricked love. The knowledge that you are filling me even when you are not within me. " </strong></em><br><br>Harder, faster, until the violence lead to those screams as her nails raked over the line of his hips, shoving down to seal off that thickness, that masterpiece of his prick deep within her walls, churning until their cum ran down his balls, wetting both their thighs as she tried, oh she tried to shove those nipples within the mouth, refusing to stop, that hunger more then apparent as Magda's ass rolled as if to beckon him, to give siren's song. <em><strong>"Whose ass is this, love? Whose pussy are you fucking? Whose mouth is your home, your haven? No. You do not stop until you admit that all others may well be pleasure, but this is your air." </strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-09-2015, 01:47:32</strong>
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				Garius felt some of that rage die. He knew she would come under control of her own senses as soon as he began feeding her what she needed. With him now able to please women he didn't expect many more outbreaks. "I will spank you." He said emphatically. She was going to be disciplined. This was not a reward. it was what she needed (though Magda probably saw it as more than enjoyable). Still, he had to make a display. The harem couldn't think Magda, First of slaves, was beyond reproach from the master. Especially not after he had chosen her when all knew he shouldn't. It would not be a few swats on her fucking fat bottom. <br><br>He ran his hands over her ass. Big bronze thing of decadence. Firm and flawless. He popped it hotly as she began riding him. He felt his back hit the lukewarm water. He ran his hands through her red hair, soaked with water. Cum issued from his cock into her. Filling her, squeezing out so deliciously. "You would still feel the same if I spanked you in front of your group, they watching the cum slide down your thighs?" He said more rhetorically. He knew Magda had no real shame. Her only shames would be related to him, at least that's what her surrogate "son" thought. <br><br>He looked into her white orbs lovingly despite the way she rode him. His cock was so blissfully sore from the assault by the woman of battle. A woman used to cocks like his since becoming a woman. He felt so good with her. Part of his gene threads had been rewritten with the males of Magda's race. It did nothing to his personality or looks (save his cock and balls). So no one would know, but it also made him able to endure her, satisfy her. Otherwise she'd need a male harem all her own. What insulted Magda worse? That she was plucked up and made to serve a man, or that she was made to serve a man who couldn't please her?"<br><br>Not that Garius cared. "Yes, you're my best little slut. Look at this slutty pussy?" He reached between her thick thighs and stroked her clit. He knew it would drive her insane to feel one of her most sensitive places. "Yes, tell me..." he growled, pulling her close so she could whisper her fantasies of him as a man, pleasuring her, "What women did you use, what toys, tell me, did you cum hard like a girl with her first lover?" He nibbled her ear, "and of course, tell me how it measures up to the real thing..." He took her proffered tit while she divulged her filthy fantasies of him. He sucked the nipple hotly, biting it to excite with the twinge of pain and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. <br><br>He listened to each fantasy, having her tits forced into his eager mouth. "Mmm..." he said, mouth full of bronze tit. His mind was going, his eyes closing in peace as she eventually told him to admit to her the inner sanctum to of his heart. "It's your ass, your mouth is my heaven, I fuck your pussy!" His answers falling out of order, his mind going to the pleasure of her warmth as she smothered him. It was becoming clear that the afternoon portion of his&nbsp; flesh day was over, "Magda, don't let me fall asleep anywhere but my bed..." His body was giving out. The young heir only slept in his large bed, it was the only place he felt truly safe. He would panic completely if he woke up anywhere else. <br><br>Still, he was hard, Magda might still be needy. His balls could offer up more for her if she rode him while he slept, if only for a little while. Her spanking was on reprieve. He felt into bliss holding her with both arms, her lover, her lord. His body wrapped around her curvy strong frame, warmmed by her dying heat. He was not perfect, not really, but together with Magda, and his harem he seemed to be the closest thing to the perfect man as far as the women were concerned. <br><br>His cock might as well be stuck within her. A happy wiggle from him. She could leave him given a few moments. He smiled in his dreams. What those were, only he knew. Not that his flesh-day was over. No, he would wake in the night and take more women. His nap would be time for a thorough cleaning and the women to get cleaned up, make their best ploys to still curry his favor on this first of days. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>09-09-2015, 19:10:14</strong>
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				Was her rage a waning thing? Something that could fall lax as she fed, as she expressed the violence of her own need upon the flesh of one beloved and cherished as he was? The words that he offered, the curve of her lips upwards as she parted that mouth and flicked her tongue outwards in a lewd display before jerking those hips back and splaying the line of her ass on his own hands. "What do I care if they see what you have left of yourself within me.." The lewd thought making cunt suckle and churn, that dirty moan slipping from lips even as she danced. <br><br>Thighs tightened, the bronze limbs so muscled as she pumped herself on and off that monstrous dick until the very walls of her pussy screamed for some ceasefire. Churning things, alive and devouring, sweeping wet fucking heat to soak the shaft of prick that spread those walls just to feel every dirty clench. His mouth came to that tit, even after his words, and oh she told him. She told him things that made his prick fucking writhe inside her sheathing pussy.&nbsp; Pain felt, and how she pushed those heavy tits into his face, demanding the marking suckle. Popping them in and out of his lips with each force fuck down, as she churned hips like a feverish prayer, never stopping, never slowing her orgasms washing over her body like waves she wished to drown in. His words that answered her making her body convulse in that radiant fuckjoy, pussy gurgling their mixture so sweetly bubbling around the overfull spread. <br><br>"No, mine..I won't.." Her answer came in hoarse tones, primal cries had rasped voice, and even as her lover began to fall into that slumber oh, Magda indeed did ride him. Slow and sweet, a lullaby of messy cunt and cock. Each motion binding the two until she was completely sated, wonderfully so. A moan came from her, as she took from between those thighs that wondrous gift, the lines of his prick frictioned and covered with their split flavor. Power came in Magda's own body, the corded muscles shifting as she lifted him. Rare she ever used her strength as such, but today it was needed, as she brought her "Master" to lay upon his own bed. Arranging him just so, that comforting touch of her mouth to the line of his brow as she pressed button for two of the ones who had not feasted yet to come within. <br><br>Twins at least in appearance they were, greedy things as they smelt it, the sex upon the air. Their hunger was for that substance that glimmered and shimmered like magical cream upon the lines of the sleeping Master. Their hair like fire, dancing in waves of blue and yellow, their skin a polished silver they needed no further instruction but the permission to go, as they climbed atop the large bed that was their Master's 'crib'. The build of them, not too tall, but not tiny either. Perfect for their affectionate nuzzling, their tongues split and splayed to scoop and clean whilst they giggled. Frie and Frei were the only names that Madga knew to call them by, little devourers of cum. Their need so apparent as the sounds they made sounded more like soothing song then 'moans', their mouths claiming the drops and drags of jizz as if it were sacred to them. Likely it was. <br><br>Once she stepped outside that chin raised the wonderment of the Flesh Day not yet over. But oh the lines that were being formed and made. Even now there were those expressing their hunger outside of the rooms, that idle amusement that lead her to wonder what would happen if she let more then a few in at once. How long could he sleep while they ravaged him? Instead she gave the orders for the next set to ready themselves. To prepare that which would clean him totally, to prepare his restoratives. To be ready to serve him with what amused him, as the day was his own. <br><br>Only when the orders were given would she make her way back into that room. Frie and Frei decadently full, and still cleaning. It was her motion to sit beside her Garrius, pulling his torso into her lap, so that she might play with his hair as he slumbered, holding him in that position so that when he did awaken, perhaps to the lapping over balls or prick, to the suckling ministrations of his pets, that it would be her he saw, from between the valley of her tits. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>11-09-2015, 04:44:40</strong>
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				The Heir's bed was an interesting thing. It was the largest piece of furniture in his room. It could hold fifteen people easily. However it had no head. It was a circle, ringed with pillows. It sloped very gently like a shallow bowl. Within the bowl line with mattresses and pillows, its blankets and sheets were not regular. It was a place he could relax and hide, the only thing that changed were the maids cleaning his sheets and letting him keep it as messy as he desired. <br><br>He slept for a good six hours. In a place not beholden to planetary timings, only the women who had to be on schedules were. Everything else was simply done as needed or wanted. So a Flesh-Day was more like a lazy series of proper days. It might be two or three days. He blinked when he roused watching the two twins lazily licking him. He looked around and saw his bed and sighed. He realized Magda last, but that wasn't a bad thing. He smiled, a sweet loving smile. <br><br>The smile took on a more humorous bent when he realized she might not be able to see him past her own large tits. He sat up and stroked the two twins lovingly. "A good job, girls." He stretched and yawned. "Thank you, Magda..." He said softly, stroking the side of her face. The woman didn't have to return him to his bed, but she did. He playfully wrapped her in one of the sheets and nuzzled up next to her. "I trust you'll be sated enough for a good long while. I really do need to tend to the rest of my harem." He gave her a loving nibble. <br><br>He rose, displaying himself. "Twins, consider that gorge of cum your gift until I want to fuck you more completely." He said gently. He picked up the codex and browsed through it. There were a few delicious options. "Oh, she looks nice." he selected. A few more taps. The first he summoned was an ethereal from a planet of winds. A creature of pure air. <br><br>She was humanoid with whispy nature. She was curvaceous enough, but always tempered because she couldn't let herself become too curvy without losing form. The next was a woman from an aquatic world. She had large blue eyes, she was nearly as tall as Draconia with a pale emerald scaled shade. She wore a water collar across her gills, she had small breasts but an ass almost as large as Magda's, and all hard muscle from swimming. <br><br>The third was Nox, summoned by her charge, she was dressed again in a sheer dress of black with a leather corset. Gold trim flowed and her dark hair was braided. She smelled of night Orchid. The fourth was Excella, but she came unbidden, here more for Magda. The last choice of the heir was a lithoid. A rare rock woman. Not the jagged things that most people thought the tall curvaceous woman of stone made soft thumps as she walked, wearing nothing. Eyes like garnets shined. She spoke a few words, her voice having a strange harmonic hum to her voice. She was bald, and her earth tone skin had a hardness to it. He reached out to touch her. Yes, but there was a silica like plasticity to it, but she was cool to the touch, but her breath was warm. <br><br>"Yes, Magda," he said turning to her, "There are no more women of display. I will try each one of you." The nature of the harem had been one of living trophy room. The women like the air elemental, the lithoid were not loved, not even fucked, but kept just to have women. "This is my home." he said, "This is where I live... and I want to love you all." He stroked Magda's hair, "Even my violent, fuck hungry first." Nox smiled. "Come you all may share my bed." He said patting next to him on his big bed, his inner sanctum within the last sanctum of his house. "Magda, I'll even let you decide who I fuck first, and no it can't be you." He smiled. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>13-09-2015, 04:06:42</strong>
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				Loving smile given to her, and the gladiator would lean her head down and over that which she could not see. Gentle touch the fingers that threaded through the hair as she yawned, the softest of sounds escaping from the lips. His fingers moved against the bronze flesh, rewarded with a kiss from her mouth after he had thanked the twins. Of course, she was wrapped the arms enclosed about him, cuddling him into her form offering him the succor of her breast to nibble upon after his words. A tender moment shared before he would raise upwards speaking to the twins. Magda reclined lazily upon the bed, the touch of her short hair to the pillows as she watched his ass moving.<br><br>Tappings, oh he would tap and they would appear through the doors, expectation and anticipation making each more delightfully suited then the next. His words brought pleasure to them, Nox herself giving that dark smile as she lifted her chin ready for the orders that would be hers to execute. Excella came to Magda who opened arms for the iron-fuck construct tailored after herself in some ways. Excella happily moved to take place within the arms of setting to record so that the Master could re-watch when he wished to. Magda's hands placed upon the shoulders of the construct moving her to suckle against the wealth of tits, while sliding Excella's fingers to her cunt, giving her orders to please with but a squeeze from dripping walls, so bruised from her Garrius's attentions. Lazy look to her Love, as she smiled watching those he had chosen move to take their places knees on the edge of bed.<br><br><strong><em>"Nox has been fucked most readily, so she should be last. It would make me wettest to see my young Master fuck the wind while the water rides his face. Do you think her cum will taste of salt, my heart? Or will it be fresh as spring water.." </em></strong>The low tones of the Gladiator as she gave wink to Nox, knowing well the dark woman would watch and be wound to the point of pain by the time Garrius moved to rut her. Also knowing how rested he was, the soft motion as she moaned to Excella's finger tips and their rolling. Sending for restoratives already as she spread thighs wider, to watch how the constructs fingers pushed in and out, in and out, the flick of wrist hitting those sore places as the mouth pulled harsh upon nipple, caging it with the other hand. <br><br>Her head rolled back, in the throes of her own pleasure stomach churning as she arched hips dancing while Excella devoured her slippery slit, cleaned her of Garrius's cum, pumping it with fingers and now tongue, burying her warm metallic features into that line as she had been trained to do. Magda moaning, grabbing the back of that head as she violently arched back and ground herself to that mouth until bliss coated Excella's cheeks, her lips, the low whine from the strong lines of that bronze goddess as she turned face to hers. The young Master who had given her the right of choice. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>14-09-2015, 19:04:58</strong>
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				Garrius watched Excella go over and take her place by Magda. "I don't think Nox appreciates you speaking for her." He teased. "I remember as certain large-bottomed bronze goddess who got two very thorough fuckings." He gave Magda a kiss and Nox gave him a knowing smile. She knew that he would come to her when he was ready to be taken into her sumptuous curves. She would wrap him up and make love to him. He took her hand and kissed it. He had a love for Nox that went so far into his heart. <br><br>Still, he turned his attention to the air and water creatures. The marine humanoid was blushing, but it was hard to tell. "What are you, lovely creature." He smirked. She smiled, "I am Harmonia," her voice was musical." He turned to the air, "Aria," she said. He smiled and helped them take the positions Magda had suggested. The two girls hugged one another. He thrust his cock into the translucent body. It could be seen thrusting in her ethereal body. The marine lovely took her position on his face. A covetous position for any woman (even Magda) to take on the heir. If anyone knew that as a man he was willing to pleasure any of his harem in this way.<br><br>His tongue thrust into her cunt making her sing. "Do you feel it, master?" Aria said, "How my swirling cunt makes you aroused and numb at the same time, fuck me, yes fuck me!" Her delightful bubble was groped, she squealed. Harmonia was busy crushing his face with abandon that sparked envy. The lithoid looked on with jealously massaging one large firm silicon-like breast. She went mewling for Nox who embraced her, rubbing her big firm ass.<br><br>He came easily, the air woman screaming. He pushed Harmonia off off his face and pushed himself between her legs, "What did you do you little air witch?" He asked, mild frustration tinging his voice. She smiled, "I made you numb. You'll stay rock hard but you'll get no satisfaction from cumming for quite some time. He growled in anger, all but raping the aquatic woman beneath him, pushing his face into her small breasts, cupping her large ass. <br><br>Orgasm after frustrated orgasm pounded into the women until he left them in each others arms. "Oh, Gaia, I think he's ready for you." Garius grunted. "Oh don't be mad, lord," Gaia said, her voice surprisingly light, "I need to be fucked so hard to feel anything. Harder than you dare even fuck Magda..."&nbsp; She put her face on the bed and her large rump in the air. Garius moved behind her and began humping her hard, growling in frustration. His hips slammed into her, rocking the heavy creature making her moan. His hands on wide hips, the rock creature seemed to enjoy what would be brutalization to any other woman. He felt himself cum, hot liquid spilled over her hard thighs, running smoothly on her pore-less skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>18-09-2015, 00:09:08</strong>
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				What pleased or did not please Nox, her complex lover amused Magda greatly, the white orbs of eyes flickering as she looked to her Garrius, the lift of one side of her mouth evidence of that amusement itself. Kiss returned, that lush taking of lips to lips, as she murmured into the confines of those same lips. "Very thorough.." The praise soft as she curved smile to Nox, and gave her a wink, knowing well she would be serviced until she screamed by their Master, until she leaked from each hole so wickedly. <br><br>Reddened curls shorn so short shifted as she leaned back to watch. The marine humanoid called Harmonia was very interesting, the way that she would drift to take the place upon the lines of Garrius's face, those thighs thick things but oh so lovely.&nbsp; Indeed a covetous position, where tongue would dive within and feed upon the pleasure that leaked from the water beings cunt directly into that mouth. Oh, she spoke so prettily as she moved, writhing against Aria whose form allowed them all to see how that thick cock rubbed and struck within. Delicious, so delicious to watch, how could Nox not approach and rub that ass, rolling it. <br><br>Oh, the wickedness revealed as Aria spoke so. The sudden laughter from Magda covered when Excella would raise her hand upwards making sure it was not overheard. The gift of the wind witch a cold one, but needed because of what Gaia would hunger for. Break neck fucking, the harshness of it something that was as violent as it was beautiful. Wicked delight pouring through Gaia's own body, trickling over the pore-less skin unabsorbed. The fount of it,making Aria turn herself, move crawling forwards to find place to suckle upon Garrius's balls as if to consume the cum that drained downwards as apology, to lap and sweep tongue in such sweet ways. The motion of Harmonia, whose petals drooled her own cum and the Master's spit and Nox to come forwards touching moving. <br><br>Once Gaia had been so filled, so pistioned fucked into that her body oozed the sweet cream and Garrius would pull from, it was Aria who went to the lithoid to spread the tall curvaceous woman's thighs and feast from that he had left within, tongue diving inside to swirl and torment, to suckle the taste into her throat even as mouth suckled and pulled upon the silica plasticity of those petals. Ass of the air bitch lifted so she could finger herself, working digits deep in and out for the sight of Garrius and the others, even as Nox would move closer to Garrius, the soft touch of her palm against that hardened prick sweeping the spunk from the length of it. A dirty thing, her pressing into him, rolling body merely to line his own as she turned his head to watch the Lithoid and Aria in their game. <br><br>"Does it please you, Master..to watch them, so full upon your cum that they would drink it from one another like the ambrosia it is.." the soft movement of her darker fingers upwards sweeping at his sides as the scent of orchid rose intoxicating. "Or did you enjoy cumming my cunt full of you earlier..my throat given up for your pleasure. I must admit.." The lift of her face upwards as she hissed for the boy she had spared, that she had served, that she would serve. Dark blue hair drifted showing the motion of her mouth against his skin, as her hand wrapped around that dick stroking it to hunger. "I need my Master to fuck me. To make me cum all over that prick of his..Can he..should we have Harmonia lap his balls, while he fingers his Aria and fucks me raw..would that make him want, make him need..or should we lay him back.." The we, was she speaking of all of the girls, or merely Magda and herself. <br><br>Magda who drew in breath and cupped one of Excella's tits, slowly rolling it before pinching the nipple to hear the iron woman moan for her, to feel how the hips shifted and turned hungry and wanting. Even the machine needed, wished to be claimed. "Oh, Nox, perhaps we should let Excella mount him, and play a wicked game above him.." Madga's own thoughts as she licked her lips, body aching from the fucking she had received earlier, but there were always restoratives, always additions to make such possible again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>20-09-2015, 17:51:20</strong>
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				Despite what would appear a brutalizing display if done to any other woman, even powerful Draconia or Magda, Gaia's pleasure never rose beyond a woman with her dearest lover. She moaned wiggled, her strangely-harmonious voice murmuring soft tender pleasures. It was so different than the passionate frustration of the man behind her. When he finally fell away from the lithoid he groaned. Gaia rounded on him and began nursing his slowly rousing cock. Feeling came back. "Good master, good master..." she cooed rather happily, "you made me feel so good."<br><br>Nox's words were delicious. She didn't speak often, in fact she wasn't used to using her voice often. It came from her days as an assassin, sworn to a vow of stealthy death. It was a vow that she gave up. Garius looked into her lovely canted eyes. "I love you ladies so much, all of you..." He breathed. "I know I might be stretched thin, but I love you all..." He breathed deeply. Nox rose from her seat and brought him a restorative. He drank it down greedily while he lazily watched Excella being played with by his First. Oh lovely creature. <br><br>Not that Nox hurt for curves. Oh no, for her human size she was a match for Magda, if a little smaller. He rounded on Nox and ripped her top down, out of her corset, the leather ribbing the only thing left. He tore at her robes, not damaging them, no, but his ravenous appetite for woman flesh. He loved it, Magda had expertly awoken something in his core. Sex didn't just feel good, making love didn't just provide entertainment. It was a complete feeling, whether lewdly or lovingly it was a mystic experience. He had a ship full of priestesses--goddesses--that needed worship. He pushed her down to the bed and entered her from behind. She reached up and grabbed the headboard. Nox was tight, so lovingly tight, she pulled him in. Words failed her as she quivered. <br><br>He grabbed her hips hungrily, hammering her over and over, some of the frustration from fucking Gaia making its way into Nox. She swore loudly as he came. "Oh stars..." He breathed, finally feeling some relief from cumming, flooding a cunt with his need and feeling it. He slapped Nox's ass hotly and pushed her down, hiking her ass in the air. The hot wet sounds of fucking filled his ears. The other girls milling about, looking for places to insert themselves into the loving, looking for scraps of mutual pleasure. The young heir's body was over Nox, hand in her hair, making her writhe and scream. He filled her lovely pussy with cum. Then he pulled it out and rammed it right into her ass. He wanted to give her the full loving pleasure. They fell together as he rubbed her large breasts lovingly, his hips moving into her ass, filling it in kind. <br><br>Eventually he let Nox drift into a kind of lewd unconsciousness before wanting a proper bath. "Everyone, thank you for the pleasure, but please leave and seek fun elsewhere. I want a quiet bath while I contemplate other things." What a fleshday this was. No man had ever had such a long lasting fleshday. Not in his house anyway. He walked to the bath, letting Nox sleep. "Excella, stop fucking Magda and sit on my cock, ass to me while I sit in this bath." He said taking position. Excella happily complied and put her asshole over the master's cock, bending down to really make her artificial bottom pop and wiggle for him. He lay his head back and let the iron woman work while he perused the catalog. <br><br>"I think this will be the last round darling. Restoratives and quick naps are reaching their end. I am only mortal, my goddess." He let her sidle up next to him. "I want something really exotic. One woman, something in my usual like, curvy to all ends.' He typed in the parameters for the largest asses and breasts, the widest hips, and though only Magda enjoyed a fairly narrow waist he didn't mind. <br><br>"Oh look at her, Flora, a queen of a hive." She was mostly humanoid in her appearance with compound eyes. Unlike many insectoids she wasn't frightening. Though she had a narrow waist and chest with large heaving breasts her hips were thorax-lie. She was a large creature, seven and a half feet, thick legs that tapered into shapely calves, bending like a birds did. She was yellow and black like a bee. Bald and shiny, kind of the onyx woman of before. The problem was she did not like submission. <br><br>"Magda, dress for a fight and bring her to me. My father couldn't tame her, but I want to. Her big ass will be mine. She will be my pet." Insectoids were known for their resistance to mammals to make one a slave, a pet, truly servile, was the mark of a good ruler. Excella," the robot stopped moving her butt up and down, "Stop and get me ready, I need to prepare myself for her devious tricks."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>22-09-2015, 01:08:53</strong>
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				Excella taken from her, even as she peaked over and over again, until her own need for restorative would come as the Master called for the iron fuck. Chuckle given from the gladiator, powerful body softened only by the restriction of the ship leaned back sipping upon the vibrant tonic that would replenish and refuel her. Watching her charge with that expression upon her bronze face that could be taken as consideration for one who she served or in consideration of one who served her. Lips curved into a brighter smile as her Garrius would speak.<br><br>"Flora..are you.." the sudden laughter that exploded from the boisterous one, not at Garrius but at the enjoyment of a good fight. The incline of her head as she would wiggle finger for Nox and one of the lower handmaidens to aide her in the dressing. First one must be stripped to the nothingness. Not as if there was a modest bone within her body, oh no, bodies were constructions meant to house the most primal and predatory of emotions, thus why her people were as they were.&nbsp; Upon her chest came the swathing of one breast and the wrapping of ornate armor about the ribs, the effect of it created an even narrower waist in comparison to that thickness of her ass that jutted out behind her. <br><br>Upon the hips there was the drawing of the treated and gilded leather. Resistant to punctures it was beautiful to behold how it crested in v upwards the bare bottom of her ass allowed freedom a display of bravery of course, not of protection, the front of that armor held the sigil of the house nestled against her mons. The exposure of a narrow strip of lower stomach merely to entice, as chaps were placed upon not loose but as fitted as second skin, the boots she slipped into higher of heel with purposeful intention the spikes their own weapons, as were the metal rivets upon the toes. She chose no headgear not for this, but upon her waist she would affix a cat o nine tails with the bruising tips of knotted metal and leather to break flesh with, or restrain, and in her other hand, her sword arm there the glimmering glint of weapon so sharp that it was able to shear a hair falling on the blade in two when resting. <br><br>Excella left to prepare the young Master as Magda herself would step outside of the doorway, the proper stride of a warrior into battle. Deeper within the confines of the ship would be the place where such was kept. Away from those she might harm, in a cell not unlike her home planet in some ways, so that comfort could be hers as well. Flora. Oh, Flora came forwards with her constant hum touching the thin barrier between Magda and herself as if to warm. Lips parted as she tilted that bald head, already her thick legs tapered as they were and bent as they were preparing.<br><br>She knew what day it was. <br><br>Acid pocket formed at the nails, ready to be injected should she land strike upon the bronze fleshed Gladiator. There was that instant of tension when eyes met eyes, the onyx bald head shimmering in the luminescent spores that lit the faux cavern she dwelt within. <br><br>"You will not take me, Magda.."&nbsp; Her voice even held some humming quality not unlike the drone of bees she favored. <br><br>"You are not the one who will decide that, Flora. Come clean or come dirty, either way you will come." <br><br>Once the barrier was dropped it was Flora who attacked first, her nails extended, the power in those thick bent legs to launch herself towards Magda, with the intention of grabbing and grappling her own so that she might acid burn some bit of&nbsp; flesh with enough cause to warrant the bronze goddess to leave her be. Expecting such, Madga turned right at the last moment the flick of that whip outwards to lash and launch towards the bare ass of the insectiod. The firmer flesh did snap, the rise of crimson to bubble upwards as the bruising blow broke flesh, the hissing scream that launched from Flora's mouth as she twisted that narrow waist and lowered to crouch, the drifting left to right in wait for the next movement that would come towards her.<br><br>Magda parted lips to taste the blood within the air. She would not need blade, not with this one. Oh but she regretted the mornings spent in respite or in council instead of training, for in those first moments she remembered what it was to be youthful with the roar of the crowd her symphony. Her thick legs strode forwards each step another swipe of the whip right, then left, then right.<br><br>Vicious sound rang out as she ignited the cracking like a roll of thunder across the sky, until Flora had no choice, it was be struck or lunge. So she attempted that ill fated roll to the left, and in it? Magda's booted foot caught her knee, the rough fuck strike of leather to skin, not breaking it up turning it so that the pain ignited a new layer of hell for the insectoid. Narrow waist turned once, the catch of acid fingers against the bare shoulder of Magda's, the flesh starting it's burn peel in drops that made eyes wild, as she took whip and lashed it around in loop to that arm, then using her weight on the far taller being, flicked and rolled until her knees were framing the spinal column on the lower back. Using the line of leather to bind both of those wrists together.<br><br>Both of the women wore their battle wounds, the leash she threw around Flora's neck for Garrius and him alone to lead her by. As for Magda, she used the line of whip binding hands, ran between thighs to guide the fucking bitch who had ignited her shoulder on fire. Limping Flora with Magda jerking her along by her cunt and wrists, the force she used a few times almost making Flora flick around like a acrobat, as they made their journey through the harem towards Garrius rooms once more. The wave of hand by guard and door opened and inwards would come the Victor and the spoil, the way Magda jerked the insectoid to her knees, even that wounded one lewd because of the flick of her wrist that made the whip that was curved between the petals of cunt *snap* and slap that precious flesh, even as she lowered her own head. "Flora, My heart, as you requested." <br><br>Prepared to unleash the bitch when Garrius wished her to be so that he may well play with the insectoid in attempt to break her to his will. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>23-09-2015, 20:11:17</strong>
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				Garrius knew it was time. He had to do what his father could not. Flora was the queen of a hive. She was once the ruler, and now she say as status symbol. Her father had not been able to tame her. Garrius had a special way about him though. He went with Excella. "Excella, don't tell anyone, but I want you to record what conspires with Flora and I want you stream it to all the view screens. Also you're going to record it for my posterity and enjoyment." <br><br>"Yes, master, she said presenting her bottom for his viewing pleasure. He smiled as she rubbed him with oils and injected him with prophylactics. It wasn't that making love to Flora was dangerous, but he needed protection against her seductions and the poison in her nails. Her cunt actually leaked a seductive aphrodisiac that would up his restoratives and other elements of the gene alchemy the women could bring about. He bathed and was oiled by his iron woman. "You're a good girl, Excella," he said as she robed him in the white of the house. He left to meet a returning Magda. Flora looked worse for wear. <br><br>"Excella, bring the healing salves. "You've done well, Magda, stay and watch please." She was his First, the closest thing he would know to a wife. He had claimed her, but now he was stepping up to being a true "master" he had to show the harem that he was fit to lead. At least that's what he was showing them in the light of truth. To the young man he was asserting his control or so he thought. <br><br>"Hold her, please." He said taking the salve. He ran the healing ointment over her thick curves, flesh knitting, blood stopping. Excella handed him a washcloth and he cleaned the soft chitin-like skin. "I love you, Flora..." he said softly. He rubbed her, feeling he strain, she tried to lash out with the nails. "Fool, child!" she yelled, "You know nothing of love, you're a living cock for some women!" She was angry, but his hand remained gentle, "Don't try to hurt me," he said softly as she lashed with her acid scratch. Magda would have to keep the hive queen from harming him. <br><br>"Shush, darling." He said putting her face into a pillow. This would take as long as it took. He moved those wide hips up and then pushed them down to the bed, separating her thick thighs. Much like Magda and Draconia she had a fetish worthy ass, an ass that demanded attention and worship. He lay across her rubbing his cock between her big cheeks, his fingers finding the thick sweet honey on her petals. His fingers pushed into her, "Your father fucked me like this boy, he raped me for days I didn't break!" <br><br>Garrius wasn't rising to her bait. He rubbed her gently, lovingly. He wasn't going to brutalize her, not unless she asked. No he was going to show her just what she meant to him. He kissed her shoulder and rubbed one heaving breast, the woman squirmed beneath him. It would take time, and he wasn't leaving until she could be released from her terrarium. He would succeed where his father had failed. "Your age puts you at an old woman by standard years," he teased, "but much like Magda, age brings curves, and I love curves." He subtly entered her, her compound eyes widening, a siren like hum, "Let me do my job, let me take care of you Queen Flora," he said softly. Excella was filming. She saw ever soft smack of those well-formed hips into that lusty ass, he was almost disappearing. <br><br>The heir softly took her, letting Magda hold her as he worked his hips, one hand rubbing her side the other moving to the tit that had no attention. "I want you, Flora, I love you." He kissed her. She still fought as the first orgasm exploded from him making a mess over that melon of an ass. Human seed was an especially potent aphrodisiac, it was a testament that the former queen was able to hold off against the assault of her father. Her head rolled back, "You let me go and I end you... foolish boy..." her words were losing their fire. He smirked, "When I have Magda let go of that chain you will run over to her and eat her out for the joy of her bringing her to me, and I will take you both..." his counter offer spoken. He would reward the robot too. He rolled her over onto her back, holding her arms down away from him. He moved his knees onto her elbow crooks and shoving his cock between her large breasts, he gently fucked her tits, smearing the hot scent of his cum, marking her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>11-10-2015, 05:27:44</strong>
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				<br>No. He wasn't raising to her bait, not taking it, but he was bathing her in that cum. Like some sort of drug indeed it inspired hunger, want, lust within the kine and kin. Kisses given, as that melon of an ass was painted with that cum, as the white heat of it exploded upon her skin and those hips of hers tried to move to appease. Being rolled over, while Magda held the arms, and chain? It's own torment, but oh that slippery fucking motion of cock to come between those big tits, as he started rutting to them. Marking her dark flesh with his creamy seed, rubbing it into that strange flesh of hers as his ass tightened and hips churned. <br><br>Magda's white eyes showed her amusement, as Flora cursed and railed.<em><strong> "I will hurt you, boy..I will hurt you.."</strong></em> That hissing scream she let go of near sounded venomous itself. But that thought remained, did he wish it, did he know? The pull of her tongue against those lines of mouth as she felt the cream stained heat of his release gliding. The tip of his prick shoving through now and again, as his balls drug to her upper chest, the dirty way he tainted her skin with that scented need, made that little pussy of hers knot up, even now, even as she screamed her own form of curses at him. Each one a bit softer, as her head tilted a bit lower as if to try to feel the head of his cock rubbing to her extended tongue. <br><br><em><strong>"Will I, Boy? Will I eat her out just because you deign yourself a prophet? "</strong></em> The words as she arched her spine making him really dance to keep up his speed. <em><strong>"Come fuck my mouth if you aren't scared, or let me up. Release me from the chain, boy and learn what you will.." </strong></em>Magda's fist tightened on that restrained as she gave it a harsh jerk. <br><em><strong><br>"Master..she is a trickster.."</strong></em><br><br><em><strong>"And she is a bitch, a rather stupid one..I merely wish to show my ...hunger for you. Of mouth and ass and cunt.." </strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>11-10-2015, 22:32:58</strong>
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				She was a delightful status symbol for his father, but he shared none of that stigma. He didn't want trophies, he wanted art in motion, he loved his harem. It wasn't hard when you grew up with scores of surrogate mothers and sisters, some of which he had enjoyed this very day. "Yes, Magda, I'm aware that she could choose to trick me." He reached down and softly stroked the side of her face. He was choosing to trust her. Still, he wanted the time to make his argument--as it were. He gave her a caring smile. <br><br>"You've spent so long locked up," he sympathized. "I just want to give you the touch of a man who cares for you." Much like Magda, Flora was a woman who had enjoyed countless men, she wasn't used to competing for the affections of a male. "You'll understand, Flora, I want to show you that I'm nothing like my father. The young heir lowered himself, his chest pushing against her bosom. He dared a kiss, catching her off guard. He was actually much more than his father, years of the harem's intervention. <br><br>Garius lowered himself until he was between her thick thighs. He breathed deeply before stabbing himself into Flora again. This time he fucked her desperately, lovingly, needfully. He wrapped his body around her in a hug. He pushed his face into the lower part of her bosom as he worked his hips. He&nbsp; knew he was opening himself up to her attacks, he felt her claws, but at the last second before the bight of her dreadful nails he felt her relax. Garius was oblivious to his affect on women of any species, but perhaps it was the raw, erotic honesty that he went about his work pleasuring the insectoid woman. He whimpered into her desperately holding onto her like she was a life raft. "I'm so sorry I wasn't strong enough to show you this."<br><br>Eventually he felt her go lip, her strange insectoid hum making a wonderful harmonic background buzz as her body met his. Her talons stroked him. He groaned and came, gouts of hot white delight worked from her. He was working as he had been reared to work. It felt so good, her alien nectar heightening his own pleasure as he drove his spear in and out of her soft petals. He fell against her soothing touches and smiled. "See I told you..." He whispered. His ability to win over women was uncanny and unchanged. He rose from her, cum spewing from his dick. <br><br>"Now..." He moaned. "Magda, Flora, you two will eat each other's cunts in unison while Nox and I watch. You two will learn to like one another, and you're not leaving this room until you do." Ever the ruler, even with his harem's unique power. It was his birthright. He lounged and held Nox. "Go on you two, I want to see you buried in each other's twats in the next thirty seconds. If he got bored he might go between the girls asses, but for now he wanted harmony in his harem, and he would have it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>14-10-2015, 00:00:36</strong>
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				Flora drifted, that strange alien form of hers cast into it's own design and desires. His words to Magda, made the woman seal her lips, the tilt of her head to gaze away, as Flora would move her head with the touch of his hand. The choice to trust her. Some things should never be trusted, or tempted to be. The strange flesh of her moved as she hissed out sound so like one calling the drones denied her, long dead because of her captivity. Foolish to believe that one who had held their own harem and been consumed, locked away, treated in manners would be fuck drunk more then the aphrodisiac of spunk that painted pearl to her dark flesh. Those eyes showed it, the flaring dangerous slitting as she fell silent as the grave. <br><br>His words given in sympathy did little to assuage the lift of brow as she would turn her face from him. What body craved, the effect of the drugging sensation of jizz and motion the natural inclination, which meant little to the bruised places upon the ego. Vile words, swallowed down even then, as he would speak, pushing to her. Kiss? <br><br>What was kiss to her? Still taken, still lashed. Magda in her whorish grace may well be cunt enough for such games, but this vile loathing created it's own tethering lines. Rage rolled and boiled underneath that surface, as did hunger, for the soaking seed that so split upon her titflesh. Her claws were to be the least of his worries.<br><br>And yet he would push between those thick thighs and begin to fuck forwards filling the circle ridged sheathing slit with the glee of one was about to claim the life of the one who had subjected them to torments untold. The tightening of those arms and legs, the almost tension in the claws, about to claim that life force, as she claimed that smaller vibrating release. Words perhaps his salvation, or perhaps merely just delaying the amusement of seeing him dead. <br><br>One did have trouble telling with her. <br><br>But that cumming state drugged her further and as he rose from between those thighs, the spilling cum bubbled from slit and blessed the thighs, the back of curved ass. The touch she gave, quite apparently a softer one, as orders were given.<br><br>It was Magda who lifted bow as she looked to Flora. And Flora who looked to Magda. Both of them indeed those women who had held their own collections of pets, and drones, of things with prick but no real 'balls' persay. The lift of Magda's brow as she turned to look to Garrius with an almost over patient expression before she let those white pools of eyes lock onto a fixed point upon the wall. Flora, well used and dripping that lewd amount of bubbling cum that aphrodisiac was not a full on drug. Females they were, and more then that, the thick layering disgust upon their features, as Flora's features settled into their disdain once more. No, she did not rage or attack, but her large body raised itself as she dared Magda to touch her. Her words mercifully kept to herself, as the splatter of that venom hit the ground with it's own hiss. <br><br>The tightening of jaw, Magda's own flick of tongue to the line of her lips, as she let her gaze flick to Nox, as if to ask the woman a question without words, the motion of her hand to clench as the dark haired one gave her no real answer, only the faintest barely there hint of smile that curved to one side of lip, as she slipped her arm over the shoulders of Garrius, pulling him into her form, slowly trailing her tongue to the line of his jaw, as she nipped to that skin. Affection a rarity for the assassin, the once assassin that was. Another woman of her own power, subjugated for many a&nbsp; year for a families hunger. This child they had raised, they had nurtured, they had made in perfection, now throwing down his own gauntlet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>14-10-2015, 11:55:27</strong>
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				Garius watched the stalemate with contempt mildly etched across his face. He thought himself master of this harem, as he should, and he would not have such passive disdain for his orders. Still, he kept a cool head. Gently he nuzzled Nox as he watched the two lionesses stalk one another. Finally he had enough of their staging and stood up. <br><br>"Enough," he said with surprising steel, "I will not have you two defying my orders because of some personal animosity, I demand you do as I say." Normally he was not so forceful, passive creature of pleasure for the harem that he was. However, he was reared to at least think himself the true master, as Magda engineered, and that meant even Magda had to follow the occasional forceful demand. There was one thing Garius would not sit by and tolerate: discord in his palace of pleasure. <br><br>"This is still my flesh day and I will not have you two sully it on old grudges." He walked back to the women. "Flora, I want you free, I want you to be pleasured and loved, as I want all my girls loved. If you do not behave I will throw you back in that cage... myself." He turned to his bronze "mother". "Magda, do not keep alive the old hatred of my father's harem by treating Flora with such animosity."<br><br>He turned and gave Flora a look that said she should not do the same, "This is my harem, I am its master." He reiterated, "I will have my girls friendly enough toward one another that hey can do as I bade them. What you do when not at my beck and call is your business, but when I am here you will obey me, especially on today." To punctuate the point he gave each woman a heart spanking on the ass, one slap each. Garius did not like disharmony in his harem. His voice softened, "You two would most likely be kindred spirits if not for my father's intervention, and I seek to rectify that."<br><br>He went back to Nox and took his place in her curves, "Now you two put your pretty faces in each other's pretty cunts and don't stop pleasing one another until you can come to whatever unspoken women's arrangement you come to." He fondled Nox's large breast. "Or I promise by all the stars I will put you both in the stocks and let Nox have her way with you until she grows bored, and you know how focused she is." He lounged back and Nox smiled her knowing smile. He had to prove that he could take charge. As much of a whore as he was for the harem in secret, on the surface he would need such steel to keep up the facade of master. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keidance</strong> on <strong>25-10-2015, 01:14:56</strong>
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				Whatever concern there was for his contempt, however mildly presented was bordered on their own disgust for the issuance of the order. The faintest glimmer of something far darker with Magda's eyes, as she met Nox's own. Look a shared thing, the bronze lines of her body shifting even then. Seeds planted within the confines of mind, the stalemate itself showing something more, revealing some small fissure line that then allowed for Flora to find some grounding, some slip of understanding as those strange eyes turned to Magda's white ones. <br><br>His words, the rise of the body of the one who had been groomed to present as such, that almost serene expression pulled upon the features as if nothing more then automation, nothing more then some prototype of Excella's kind. Power in muscles and curves moved as she shifted to turn to Flora, who was dealt her own words by Garrius, her own eyes widening as she forced the quiet complacency of one laying in wait upon those angled features of hers. Wasp like waist drifted as that harsh slap came to her ass, the same as Magda's. Oh, was there some small comfort in his words, of what they would or would not have been? <br><br>Easier rectified in Magda's mind, that purpose he had been created for. Flesh was flesh, and the awakening needed what it would to inspire the nature that must be presented in times that would come. A warrior's life reduced to such a thing, no easy pill to swallow, nor was the words of one raised as 'foster' to lower her to an action of love with one she felt nothing for. Whatever thought made eyes shield themselves a given one as she would turn her body from Garrius completely, hand raising to take Flora's own. Gaze met and understanding was a shared thing, some deeper thing between the two bound by same yoke.<br><br>Compliance was not surrender. It was merely means to an ends, the bartering of flesh and lust for pretense of freedom. The touch of Magda's hand lead Flora to nod her head, ass on fire from where smack had been laid. Not like the Father...the faint hint of "I told you so" from Flora it's own warning to what was to come, as Magda slipped nearer to. One could lead a being to water, could force their head underneath it, but no amount of words would make them drink should they wish to inhale it to drown themselves. But games both of the women were more then capable of. Flora's claws undripping with venom lay to the side of that bronzed skin woman, as they would lower as one to the ground. <br><br>There was no tenderness, no love, no show of devotion or dedication within the motion. Nor would there be a hint of savored enjoyment more then the stimulation of bodies entwined. Nature held it's own purpose in responses that came with tongue touching cunt, and tits mashed to stomachs. Thighs spread and indeed their faces buried within the soft confines of one another heated sexes. Tongues pushed and writhed, the display of it window dressing for the emotions cast within the lines of body. It would be hard to tell the difference, both women far to long Harem kept. The lie of love, of service one that came with survival. So as tongue of Magda swept the line of Flora's strange little cunt, and Flora's tongue found it's own purpose in writhing in and out, sweeping between the petals, their sounds beckoned as if in pleasure, as if in lusty throes that were nothing but magical. <br><br>As if each were in such heat that there was no end but that which would come. No need to 'stop' for the unspoken woman's arrangement had already been met, long before jaws would ache and tongue's would tire. Faces meshed to sweeter spaces feigned greedy pushes, painting of cheeks and lips to petals, as teeth raked the tender flesh, and tongues tickled the most intimate spaces. As the very action allowed the bodies to warm and honey to spill, the faint motions of hips and hands spurring each onewards, playing the roles they had been assigned with words and orders. With mistakes of the past now brought to light, leading them to that familiar role, only their partner having changed. <br><br>Nox kept that knowing smile upon her lips, her own thoughts locked within the confines of her mind as warm body pressed against Garrius's own, as that large breast was played with, toyed with by hand. Focused? Nox could be absolutely, even now she was, as she played her fingertips upwards over the line of the Master's neck, twining those dark fingers into the line of his hair as she leaned back against the settee, near lazily watching the animation of the two twisted into that entwined suck fucking that would end. But when it did? What points would remain? Her lips pressed to Garrius's shoulder with a faint show of emotion, of affection as the once assassin lifted brow turning her gaze from the two. Now would be her time to move, to make her slip within that favor, the low thought bringing a bit more warmth to her touch as she passed palm over Garrius and his thigh, squeezing softly the flesh there as she leaned in, cooing her praise with it's own vile purpose. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Accession Simplified (Inkidu/Keidance) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-10-2015, 02:35:09</strong>
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				Garrius watched the two of them work. He simply didn't understand that Magda had someone she didn't like. His harem was his family. They were his lovers and surrogate mothers and sisters. To him Magda not lavishing love on Flora was like his mother not liking his aunt. He wanted his family happy, but he accepted them being cordial at the family get togethers. "Nox," he said softly, "do you think Flora will behave and play nice with the rest of the harem." The assassin stopped her tender musing over her heir and turned dark eyes to Flora," she nodded slowly. Flora seemed to relax a little into Magda's sweet pussy. They may hate each other, but they could enjoy the simple needs of the flesh. <br><br>The heir nodded. "Flora, the harem is no longer the father's, it's mine." He said the words with surprising conviction. Fear actually passed over Flora's alien features as she and Magda untangled. "You don't have to play, but you will not harm a soul--not even Excella--you are not to use venom even in the arena, the only place you may fight. You break this rule, you break the rules of the arena, you will be given to Magda for a complete breaking, you will be a drooling living toy for my cock instead of part of the harem. Do you understand?"<br><br>Flora nodded. "Good," Garrius said happily, he jumped up the steel of a ruler seeming to vanish in a flash. "Go on then Flora, have fun." He gave her a parting kiss and walked back to Nox and Magda. "You could have pretended to enjoy Flora's nectar." Honestly her queenly nectar was quite delightful. He stroked the side of his most beloved mother-figure's face. It was clear he didn't like being so strict, but he could. Perhaps it could be seen as the weapon the harem--and Magda--had crafted reminding him that he could cut both way when wielded unskillfully. "Excella, you may go to your cradle, my Flesh Day was a rousing success. Though before you do, upload Magda and Flora's mutual pleasure for harem-wide access." He smirked and then opened his bed to Magda and Nox.<br><br>"You will be here when I wake up?" He asked when he sidled into Nox's embrace. She wrapped her hand around the royal girth and smirked as Garrius pulled Magda back against him. Nox helped the key fit into its most favorite lock. He felt her lips spread. "I'm going to sleep like this tonight," he cooed, his hands caging those luscious breasts of bronze. He was going to love pulling out of her in the morning after a night of having his cock softly milked by the goddess. <br><br>Nox hummed a little song to the three of them as they slept. This would be a much longer sleep, providing a full stop to the day of his manhood. Not that his days would suddenly become chaste. He slept easily, warm for the first time. The coldness of space was not touching him this night. He molded into the two women. He woke after a long nine hours of sleep and roused. He found Magda still pressed where she should be. Her cunt felt good on his dick. He smiled and pulled the slightly softened member from her letting luscious spurts of his thick cum flow from her onto the dark sheets. Did she wake? It didn't matter. <br><br>He rolled onto his back and slipped out. He woke Excella, "Go draw a bath for all of us and when you're done I want you to wake Magda and Nox. The iron woman left and ran the hot water. Steam began pouring out, "Oh wait, lay out my lounging robes." he said, "then go wake them.&nbsp; He left to slip into the water wondering what delights the day would bring. He sat in the shallows bathing himself, waiting for his "mothers" to rouse and come and play. he was thinking about them and idly touching himself. 
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