Chronicles of Space and Time [( Arkaniel and Moirae )]
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				Title: <strong>Chronicles of Space and Time [( Arkaniel and Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 09:35:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/iconofroses/hot_sexy_body_1440ST_2004.jpg)</div> "So, do you really think this is going to work?"<br><br>From underneath a used space pod, the undercarriage having been transformed into a hydroelectric engine, Portia's dark head poked out, her dark green eyes, magnified by the special goggles she wore, blinking up at her sister, Eve.&nbsp; Portia's hair was caught into a messy bun, tendrils and curls slipped out here and there, and her otherwise pretty face was covered in smears, a small, thin cut grazing her left cheek from when she'd scraped it last morning on one of her parts.&nbsp; With the jumpsuit she had on it was impossible to determine her figure, but from memory Eve knew the suit was covering a lithe, nubile form, generously filled out and with curves that could make men drool -- that is, if Portia ever cared to notice men.&nbsp; Their body types were the only physical feature the two shared.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, I hope so!&nbsp; The initial test came back positive.&nbsp; We did find the wood plank with our craving in it precisely where we sent it last year."<br><br>"Yes," Eve began, a hand sweeping back the mane of silky blond hair away from her face, her slender nose slightly scrunching.&nbsp; "But we are not pieces of wood.&nbsp; We're --"<br><br>"Explorers!&nbsp; Pushing at the boundaries of time existence, the theory of relativity..."&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/iconofroses/2006-blonde-curls.jpg)</div>Eve's pale green eyes rolled heavenward as she listened to her sister go on.&nbsp; She'd heard this all before, ever since they were five and playing "time travelers" for the first time.&nbsp; It was one of the few game they had both enjoyed, Portia preferring <em>anything</em> science and math related while Eve preferred history and literature, later expanding into archaeology, though was more than able to keep up with her twin whenever she went into physics-geek mode.&nbsp; (It helped that both were labeled geniuses, ever since their parents had first had them tested as toddlers; then again, at five they had been helping their older brother with his high school homework and Eve had begun writing a dissertation on Shakespeare.)&nbsp; "Time travelers" was a game both got into for hours on end and as they grew older it had turned from a game to a dream, a passion.&nbsp; It never mattered that the other children in the neighborhood considered them freaks -- first for being twins but not being identical, then for being child geniuses -- or that they had apparently "missed" out on a real childhood; they had each other and what started as a game let them explore worlds away from their own.&nbsp; <br><br>They were the maternal twin daughters to a college physics professor and law professor, surprise bundles of joy that had come ten years after the birth of their son.&nbsp; &nbsp; Their son, although quite smart and talented in his own right, had progressed normally, leaving the twins advanced stages as a surprise to the professors.&nbsp; At six months they had only begun talking and by three it was realized both girls had eidetic memories.&nbsp; The time they spent in the school environment was nothing more than a passing glance, the twins having been enrolled into universities by the age of nine.&nbsp; At fifteen, instead of thinking of boys and school dances, they had both received their first Ph.D's, and by eighteen Portia had secured a lucrative deal with the top University science department in the country while Eve began to travel around the world going from one archaeology dig to the next, her findings and papers finding a world wide audience within her field.&nbsp; Now at twenty-five Eve was halfway through her second year as an Archaeology Professor for the same university where Portia was.&nbsp; Their parents only regret was that their daughters had settled thousands of miles away on the California coast.&nbsp; <br><br>There were a couple of times when Eve wondered if they had missed out on anything -- first kisses, crushes, boyfriends, girlfriends, a "normal" college experience.&nbsp; Of course, that only lasted for a few moments before shaking her head in dismissal.&nbsp; Perhaps her and Portia would never know what it had felt like being a "normal" child or teen, and they certainly could be labeled abnormal adults to an extent, but their lives had been rich and fulfilling, filled with opportunities and adventures she would never take back.&nbsp; What they were on embarking on was one more adventure in a string of more to come.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, let's say this works.&nbsp; Are we leaving a note?"&nbsp; Eve asked, slightly smirking.&nbsp; "And you never did explain how you're certain we'll end up back here."<br><br>Portia went silent for a moment as she cleaned up her face and hands, let her eyes stray to the space pod.&nbsp; It was big enough to fit four comfortably, plus with a trunk space added in, and redesigned to use hydro and solar energy, and if all their calculations were correct, capable of taking them through time and space.&nbsp; Anywhere they wanted to go.&nbsp; If they had had sex more months Portia was sure she could have engineered on wings and done enough conversions to allow flight, but that really would have just been gravy.&nbsp; Motioning her sister to the inside control panel, Portia explained.<br><br>"I included a default time and position, which will be here in the lab.&nbsp; So, we just hit the default and <em>bam</em>!&nbsp; Back home.&nbsp; These here allow for day, month, year and coordinates."&nbsp; Portia continued on until Eve gave a nod of her head and the two began going through their final check list for departure.<br><br>An hour later the twins were ready, seated in the space/travel pod, the oxygen vents opened.&nbsp; Both were nervous though neither said so.&nbsp; They were on the brink of an amazing scientific break through!&nbsp; If this worked... nothing would ever be the same again.<br><br>"Ready?"&nbsp; Portia whispered.<br><br>"Yep."<br><br>"All right, then... Time to see if your namesake was real."<br><br>Eve barely held back a chuckle as Portia flipped a few switches, then slowly turned a silver dial.&nbsp; Outside the pod both could see the waves in the air and currents of energy and matter; they began to swirl into a vortex of colors, almost blinding before they were pitched into sudden darkness.&nbsp; Then suddenly it felt as if they were in the middle of a major earthquake that erupted violently around them, yet none of the warning lights were flashing.&nbsp; On the inside of the pod it was only their hitched breaths, fear, nerves and excitement all bubbling and fighting for attention.&nbsp; Then the world faded away as the dimensions flew by them, whizzing faster than the speed of light, and just when Eve thought for sure she was going to be sick to her stomach, it stopped.<br><br>Slowly the space around the pod began to clear, the air turning a bright, vivid blue... and the ground beneath them wasn't ground at all.&nbsp; They were on clouds.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chronicles of Space and Time [( Arkaniel and Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 10:16:41</strong>
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				(http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss134/cryptdrake/MTG/OboroPalaceintheClouds.jpg)<br><br><br>Clouds stretched out as far as the eye could see, the white fluffy shapes drifting all around, underneath and above the magnificent building. The very pinnacle of architecture, made from the most beautiful marble and the strongest, sturdiest bricks of intricately carved and cut granite, floated magically along those clouds. The Sky Palace as it was called by people all over the world was impressive and immense, home to the most powerful being on the planet. Home to the being only known as Mr. Black. <br><br>Many wonder who he is, many more wonder where he came from. All, however, revere him as a deity. For that was the only explanation that fit. Generations ago, the Old Gods were worshipped, each one representing an element or a foundation of human life, like marriage. Dozens of Gods lived together with their relationships and feuds, each new development affecting the life on the planet, or so the people believed.<br><br>It was the only explanation for all the disasters striking them, was it not? The only reason Kings and men went to war over and over again. The only possible origin for monsters and beasts that slaughtered innocent human beings? It was what they had believed in for centuries, building temples and shrines to honour those Gods, to offer them prayer and sacrifices, trying to appease them and to plead for days or peace or something as simple as a good harvest.<br><br>Alas, things never became better. Not even when some groups of people started seeking their answers with other Gods. Or even just the One. None of them answered. War, famine and disease kept ripping the lands apart, while people with power did everything they could to get more power, while others shied back from nothing to take that power for themselves.<br><br>And when the earth ran red with spilled blood and the children were dying from hunger in the streets, salvation came. A man in black walked the earth. And where he came, evil was vanquished. Evil in all its forms, from monstrous bull-like beasts to greedy kings and bloodthirsty bandits, was chased away wherever the man came. With tremendous magical powers, he obtained victory after victory, bringing the much sought after peace and quiet to the innocents. He gathered a following, even as he protested their reverence while he continued his crusade against the Dark.<br><br>Even as Black as he was, he brought light to the darkest of places. No one knew his name. No one learned anything about him. Yet tales of his heroics, of his powers and his kindness reached the corners of the world. Young women swooned at the thought of the mysterious hero and men aspired to be like him. Children drew hope and chased away their nightmares from the stories told about him. And after five years of crusading, maintaining his identity as being just a guy on a quest, the world had changed. People returned to the simplicity of daily life, building homes, growing food and starting families. Perhaps there was less technology than before, but they were all the happier for it. Trade flourished as did the arts. No longer did they have to fear or cower. All were free. All saw Mr. Black, as they started calling him, as the new, true God, their protector.<br><br>(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A_50km8QVMs/THfYN_DVccI/AAAAAAAAD6E/AKxAqJZC4G4/s1600/gaspard-ulliel-egerie-chanel_60063_w460.jpg)<br><br><br>And in honour of their saviour, the godlike, handsome man with the short, yet wild dark hair and eyes so dark a blue they almost appeared black, they built him a Palace, a magnificent home with tall walls, beautiful windows, the finest of arts and the highest spires, almost grazing the skies.<br><br>The same Palace now floating her, the very Mr. Black standing on his personal balcony, gazing down the clouds and through the gaps the green world beneath. A generation ago, he had lifted the palace fro the ground, removing himself from the daily life. For where others grew old and died, even after long, healthy lives, he remained as he was. Youthful, vibrant and powerful. After burying his third consecutive wife, he had elected to leave the world of mortals, though he never fully disconnected. He was a man after all and willing girls kept flocking to him. So he offered them a life of riches in his palace for however long they wanted. The only rent they had to pay while they remained in the palace, was to warm his bed when he requested so, which they happily did. Over the past decades, his ‘harem’ had grown, numbering in the hundreds. <br><br>But as he stood on his balcony, Mr. Black realized he didn’t feel like wondering the halls and picking the beauty that would entertain him tonight. He had lost the already waning spark of excitement completely now. He was bored. No one contested his power. People, sorcerers and ordinary humans alike, he had taught over the years, maintained the peace and prosperity down on the world. He was obsolete and distant. For years, the only highlights of his life had been the next beautiful girl in his bed. But they were all the same. Wide-eyed virgins that thought of him as a God and worshipped the very ground he walked on.<br><br>He had never told anybody, but he was not a God. He had never claimed to be. He had always been just a guy that…<br><br>His train of thought trailed off as on a garden-covered part of the clouds around his palace a strange metallic device appeared. He had never seen the likes of it before, except for in some ancient drawings and wall carvings. This time, there were no oddly, thickly dressed, helmeted human-shaped figures climbing out however. No… two beautiful young woman crawled out and gazed around, looking at the clouds stretching out in the far distance. <br><br>Manipulating his magic, he disappeared, becoming invisible before teleporting over. A sense of intrigue and curiosity filled him like he hadn’t felt for a long time. And as he stood close, observing the device from every angle, curious girls from his harem approached and welcomed the girls, before leading them off towards the castle. All assumed they had come here like them, to serve and service Mr. Black of their own volition. Besides, one could not leave here without him in any case. Only he possessed the magic to teleport and fly…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chronicles of Space and Time [( Arkaniel and Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 09:46:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Were the hell were they?&nbsp; Slowly Eve blinked as she rose out of the travel pod and stared wide eyed at the scene before her.&nbsp; Clouds were everything.&nbsp; Except... a small frown captured her soft mouth as she stepped firmly onto the clouds, her sister doing the same.&nbsp; Just where had the machine taken them?&nbsp; Given how obscure the “garden of eve” was, in terms of location and time, she hadn't really expected anything beyond an underdeveloped lush scenery unspoiled by all.&nbsp; Maybe even a desert.&nbsp; But this?&nbsp; For one moment pure fear slid cold down Eve's spine – fear and the big question of it there really <em>was</em> a manifestation of God.&nbsp; Religion had never been part of their academia background, at least not outside of the context of literature and examination, but in that moment Eve wondered.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Where they – she – wrong?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Eve, look!” Portia gasped.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Eve's eyes flew to where her twin's were focused.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nope.&nbsp; They were definitely <em>not</em> God's presence.&nbsp; Well, certainly not the Christian guy.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Coming toward them were a flock of women – blonds, brunettes, red head, all unique with their features, some more enticing or sensual, others flushed with a look of innocence.&nbsp; And each and every one was barely scantily clad&nbsp; There were creations of silks, seamless lines and wraps of jewels, perfect and glittering; only some had anything covered, except for chains of gold or silver around their waist, their bejeweled and flower decorated hair more clothed than they.&nbsp; Most, Eve noticed, were smiling at them, though curiosity colored their features, showed in the way were starting to touch and examine the pod... and them.&nbsp; It took all of only a few seconds for Eve and Portia to realize that none of their combined twelve languages was going to help them understand what was being said.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So, uh, whatever happened to that language translator you were working on?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Eve lifted her brows, glanced at Portia and became slightly amused to see her twin trying to dissuade the gaggle of women from tugging at their clothing and exclaim over the travel pod. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I doubt it would work here,” Eve smirked and then sighed as she sidestepped one set of eager hands wanting to touch, possibly tug, on her long hair.&nbsp; Communication was desperately needed, more than this harem – it was the only way she could describe them at the moment – filling their need to explore.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It took nearly ten minutes that included a great deal of hand gestures that turned into a befuddling game of charades, the end result becoming unavoidable.&nbsp; There was someone else who had to be met – Eve couldn't decipher the name – and for now their pod would have to be left here.&nbsp; Portia was not pleased, even protested, but when there was suddenly women on both sides of them pulling away it was hard to argue.&nbsp; They walked across more clouds that lead up to the towering, glittering palace above and Eve wasn't surprised when she and Portia were both reach for each other's hands, nor to find her pulse was racing as quick as her twin's. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The machine had worked... sort of.&nbsp; Somehow. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This was no garden of Eve, however, the proof further unfolding as Eve and Portia were ushered into the large palace, their clothes stripped despite their verbal and physical protests.&nbsp; It wasn't until they were being poked, prodded and pushed into steaming scented water did they finally hear one of the female voices raise in English – or what sounded close enough to “their” English.&nbsp; Except, in a heartbeat, Eve realized none of the words she was saying made sense or were even part of their vocabulary.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She sighed and in the next moment found herself sputtering and gurgling as buckets of the flower infused water were poured over her and Portia, hands pushing at their shoulders to ease them deeper into the bathing pool.&nbsp; Answers, it seemed, were just going to have to wait. 
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				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 08:24:18</strong>
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				Mr. Black just looked on as his harem flocked around the strangely dressed girls, before insistently pulling them away into the Palace. It was amusing to see the strange hand gestures, the conversation unfolding through the barriers of unknown languages. From what little he understood, it became quite apparent that the girls were NOT here to please his carnal desires. And that was intriguing to the almost godlike being. He had only seen worship and reverence, willingly offered servitude and slavery even. Women wanting to lay with him at whatever cost, offering to do anything he desired, no matter how painful or humiliating for them. Of course, while he occasionally indulged on some kinkier desires, he never made them do anything degrading.<br><br>Yet, now, there were tow of the most beautiful women he had ever seen that didn’t seem to know this place, didn’t seem to understand what it was about and that were most unwilling to enter his domain.<br><br>It was strange. And interesting. <br><br>His harem was insistent, though, knowing and sensing his desire to investigate the strange craft. Was this one of those legendary machines, existing only in fanciful tales of long ago times? Or was it something else? A machine facsimile crafter today by these woman? A magical device? He didn’t know and he wanted to find out. As soon as the two girls were ushered inside, subjected to the standard welcome of a steaming, scented bath, he teleported even closer, spreading out a hand and placing it on the hull of the device. It was made of metal and was shaped like… what? He didn’t know. He had never seen anything like it before. Yet, the craft thrummed with a residue of power. Not magic, no… but it seemed to come close to the energies he felt racing through his body when he teleported and when he altered the general perception of time slightly.<br><br>What was the purpose of this crafting?<br><br>Looking around it more closely, he could see some sort of hatch and all kinds of little antenna poking out over the craft. But he did not dare touch it more, afraid to break it. Instead, he waved his hand almost imperiously, causing the device to shrink to the size of a matchbox, before he simply pocketed. His shrinking spell preserved whatever was shrunk perfectly and made it unbreakable –within reason-. He would investigate the thing closer in the confines of his palace. He had a laboratory set up for just this purpose. <br><br>Yet, as he teleported back, he connected his awareness to the palace again, keeping an eye on the now naked girls in the large bath. They were very, very alluring and his sort of sixth sense told him they were still virgins. Communications remained a problem, as it seemed one of his own girls spoke a language similar to them, yet entirely different at the same time. It was something the people on the island called ‘Anglic’. Curious… Together with the almost tempral energies clinging to the craft they arrived in, it made all sort of suspicions rise up in Mr. Black.<br><br>Suspicions that welled up his sense of excitement, a sense he had almost forgotten. Was this it? Was this his ticket to some new adventure? To break the wear of his now boring existence? He would have to see about that. With a mental command, he let his girls know that he wanted the black haired girl to be brought to his chambers. And as he kept his awareness trained on the bath-house, while enlarging the craft again and storing it in his laboratory, his harem burst out in a flurry of movement.<br><br>The dark girl of the two was pulled out of the bath and was given a silk scarf, which with the assistance of some other girls, was wrapped around her body in an alluring way. It was the softest and most expensive cloth on the world, feeling comfortable and luxurious, caressing the skin like cashmere and barely covering the most private parts of the female body in an almost see-through quality. It was then that she was guided, against her will if it had to be so, to his chambers were he was waiting for her.<br><br>Wearing only a white tunic trimmed with gold and blue, revealing a powerful, well-tanned physique, he sat in his throne, facing the door through which she was pushed inside. As soon as she stood before him, the girls all bowed and left. For a few long moments, Mr. Black just gazed at the dark beauty in front of him, appraising her openly and ignoring whatever she said. Not that he understood it anyway.<br><br>Finally, he moved his hand, waving it. A surge of coloured energy lashed out, hitting the girl, seemingly to no effect. Yet, when he spoke up, everything he said sounded like her language to her. And everything she said would be understandable to him.<br><br>“Welcome to my Palace. I am known as Mr. Black around here. Tell me, to what purpose did you visit me?” <br><br>He rose to his feet, his almost angelic, seductive voice still echoing through the chamber, as he approached her. Circling her, he observed her from every angle, his dark blue eyes roaming every curve of her beautiful body.<br><br>“Are you here to join my harem, like so many others? To provide me with pleasure and to receive a ‘lot’ of it yourself? For if so, I would not be opposed to laying with you. You are a beautiful woman and very appealing to my senses. Yes… I would look forward to touching, feeling and tasting you, in fact. But something tells me this is not the purpose of your visit”, he was telling her, flirting her and circling closer and closer till his warm hand rested softly on her mostly bare shoulder.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chronicles of Space and Time [( Arkaniel and Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 13:01:58</strong>
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				Portia's heart was roaring in her head as she followed the two harem girls through the palace, her hands nervously tugging on the silk that barely covered her and what parts that it <em>did</em> cover the material was nearly see through.&nbsp; Trying to not wear this hadn't garnered any positive results either and she'd given up fighting them off in the end, more so at Eve's own urging.&nbsp; Her sister had a point, though -- they didn't need to summon up more trouble than they could handle.&nbsp; They were in an odd position and needed to be careful.&nbsp; Still, what she encountered when the large doors of the chambers were opened and she was given a nudge in to the man that sat before her.&nbsp; Her heart quickened enough more as she caught her balance and felt her curved physique tense, her muscles tightened.&nbsp; <br><br>Behind her the doors suddenly closed leaving her and the barely dressed man alone.&nbsp; Hastily she moistened her lips and held her arms almost rigidly at her sides -- until she realized he was oogling her.&nbsp; Her brows snapped together as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, held her legs closer together in her attempts to ward off his eyes.&nbsp; It didn't quite work, but it would have to be enough for now.<br><br>"Hey!&nbsp; Would you mind <em>not</em> looking at me like that and maybe telling me just where I am?&nbsp; Who you are?&nbsp; What exactly this place --"<br><br>She suddenly bit off when the bolt of energy hit her.&nbsp; At least, she <em>thought</em> it hit her, except she didn't feel anything.&nbsp; Nothing felt different, there was no flares of pain or even a hint of warmth.&nbsp; Had he just done some sort of magic trick or something?&nbsp; Her mouth parted once again, but nothing came out since <em>he</em> started talking and she could understand him!&nbsp; A strange sense of relief swept through her.&nbsp; There was actually someone who could understand her!&nbsp; Who could talk to her.&nbsp; Even though she didn't immediately like the sense of him -- the word <em>predator</em> kept leaping out at her -- what other choice was there?&nbsp; This was a man who obviously had at least some of the answers they needed.<br><br>One of those answers not being one she liked.<br><br>"To... join your harem?&nbsp; No!&nbsp; We most certainly at not!"&nbsp; Portia hauled in a breath and took a step back away from him as he began to circle her, his eyes devouring her even more.&nbsp; "My sister and I are time and space travelers.&nbsp; We... we came to the wrong place.&nbsp; Now, all we would like is for you to return us back to our travel pod and we'll be on our way.&nbsp; And we'd like our clothes back.&nbsp; This is ... " She swallowed hard and crossed her arms back around her chest, narrowed her eyes at him as he came closer to her, his words dripping with a warm deepness that had her suddenly shuddering.&nbsp; "No, no, that's quite fine.&nbsp; No laying, no touching.&nbsp; W-what are you doing?&nbsp; Just stop coming closer, Mr. Black."&nbsp; <br><br>He didn't.&nbsp; Portia found herself frozen as his hand settled on her slender shoulder and it took her a moment to speak.&nbsp; "All I'd like, Mr. Black, is for me and my sister to be taken back to our travel pod and then we'll go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chronicles of Space and Time [( Arkaniel and Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 13:25:49</strong>
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				They were explorers? The two incredibly beautiful young women were time and space travellers? That was so… so… so exciting! So, here, under his touch, he had a girl that invented a device that could travel through time and space. The excitement he had been feeling earlier at seeming them the first time, slowly starting to itch more and more inside of him, now blossomed to fruition.<br><br>He placed both his hands on her shoulders now, trying to contain this excitement and focussing on the girl at hand. Literally. Still, that sensation kept coursing through him, invigorating his dulled body, filling him with an energy he hadn’t felt in a long time, energy translating to magic, to arousal… to lust.<br><br>“Well, sister one. You definitely came to the right place now. You must be new at adventuring, though, admitting to the man holding you and your sister that you need me to return to your travel device. In the future, it would be best if you did not admit such weakness to your captor”, he whispered in her ear, standing behind her, leaning over her shoulder, holding her with a firm grip.<br><br>His voice dropped lower and grew huskier as he added, “For make no mistake, till I give permission, you are mine to do with as I please. That is the rule in my palace. But I promise you, you won’t hate your time here. My price for letting you go? You will teach me all about this device. I examined it and I have no idea how to operate it. I want it. I want to use it or a similar device. Don’t you realize how bored I am. Living here on a world that worships me as a God, a world full of peace and boring prosperity, filled with star struck girls that come here to worship me and please me. While fun the first few decades… I want out. You are my way out. You will not be leaving till I can.”<br><br>His hands slipped lower, down from her shoulders, to her front, where he cupped her breasts.<br><br>“I will make sure, however, that your time here is very pleasurable and well rewarded”, he muttered seductively.<br><br>His skilled fingers started massaging her breasts, knowing how to best stimulate a woman. He intended to lay with her. He wanted her more than he had wanted any other woman in the past century. Why? Because she was beautiful and new… and she was a promise. A promise of adventure. The fact that she didn’t seem very willing made it all the more arousing to him.<br><br>A tent formed in his tunic, following the outline of his growing erection, rubbing against her almost bare behind, while his fingers brushed the softest silk over her breasts, twirling over her nipples till they reacted. At a whispered word, the silk scarf wrapped all around her body, the only cloth she wore, came to life and started slithering over her skin. The ends of it spread out, wrapping around her wrists and holding them in place by her side, while her full, firm breasts were bared… only for his fingers to massage them even more intensely.<br><br>“You will lay with me, sister one, and afterwards, you will teach me. That is the price you and your sister have to pay”, he murmured, before kissing her neck, nipping at that soft, sweet skin, before fastening his lips over her pulse point, kissing and nibbling it. And when he released it, he added, “And you will beg me to lay with you… I can promise you that. You will want it, you will want me to fill you and take you…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chronicles of Space and Time [( Arkaniel and Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 16:52:17</strong>
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				"You w-want my device?!"&nbsp; Portia tried to wrench herself from his hold, but it was no use.&nbsp; While the grip he had on her shoulders wasn't punishing it also wasn't relenting and as she found her breath tightening so did her body.&nbsp; He must be crazy to think she would simply hand over her time machine!&nbsp; It had worked -- sort of -- and that meant the kind of travel she had always envision <em>was</em> possible.&nbsp; "You must be insane to think I'm going to tell you how to use it and you certainly cannot have it!&nbsp; I have spent the bulk of my life working on that machine, almost sacrificed my entire career for it at times!&nbsp; The only people who get that device are myself and my sister.&nbsp; We made it -- designed it, engineered it, everything!&nbsp; You can't have our machine!&nbsp; And I do not care one little bit how you t-think you're going to re-reward me!"&nbsp; <br><br>Portia could have kicked herself for her stammering to come out now, but she was in a rather uncomfortable situation.&nbsp; He'd already pointed out that she had revealed just how she and her sister could escape from here, what they needed more than anything.&nbsp; More than that, he was touching her in a way she had never permitted anyone.&nbsp; Her breath caught and held as his fingers slid down to her breasts, wrapped around them and starting massaging, building an ache inside of her that was she wasn't used to feeling.&nbsp; Relationships had never been a 'thing' for her and not really for her twin, either, though Eve could lay claim to actually having dated on and off.&nbsp; They had been but children when entering into a world where relationships -- intimate ones -- were a key ingredient to life.&nbsp; Their socializing had all been about academics and professions, everything related to how they could and would succeed later on in their lives.&nbsp; When other girls her age had been mooning over boys, their first crushes and loves, she had been knee deep in string theory; even now in her life it mystified her to a degree.<br><br>But what was more intriguing was the warmth that was starting to spread through her.&nbsp; It couldn't be denied that she was feeling <em>something</em> the longer his hands remained there and yet the moment Portia's mouth opened once more, she found herself speechless as the silk unwrapped itself from around her and before she could blink, she found her arms stretched away from her and bound by the same silk.&nbsp; With a gasp her eyes flew wide and she stilled even more, swallowing hard at the lump in her throat.&nbsp; What was going on here?!&nbsp; <br><br>"Mr. Black!"&nbsp; It started determined before she found herself swallowing another lump in her throat as her nipples slowly began to tighten despite her most inner protests.&nbsp; "I am a scientist!&nbsp; Not some loose woman who will sleep with any random male and I am <em>not</em> going to lay with you!&nbsp; To think I would b-beg to do so is r-r-ridiculous!"&nbsp; she spat out the last word and hauled in a breath, trying to pretend she didn't feel the hard erection pressing into her back.&nbsp; "I will not be laying with you.&nbsp; I will not be teaching you anything about our machine.&nbsp; And my sister will certainly not be doing either, as well!&nbsp; We are not here for your pleasure, Mr. Black.&nbsp; I ... I insist you release me at once, return my s-sister and I to our travel pod."&nbsp; <br><br>Those words didn't come out quite as she had wanted, not with the way his mouth was suddenly moving along the curve of her neck and sending tingles down through her body.&nbsp; She could rationalize a physical response.&nbsp; She was human, after all, and as such could be prone to the basic needs and feelings that any animal could go through and experience.&nbsp; But here?!&nbsp; Now?!&nbsp; Closing her eyes Portia gave a shake of her head and tried to pull away from him, to at least re-angle her head so that her neck was barred from him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Release me, Mr. Black, now," came her whisper.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chronicles of Space and Time [( Arkaniel and Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 09:09:17</strong>
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				She struggled and resisted. He could sense how her mind tried to wrap itself around what he was saying. He could sense how she didn’t want what he was doing to her on an intellectual level. He could feel how her body betrayed her. It was in the stammer and stutter of her voice. The outraged gasp of his name. The protest that sounded like music to his ears. Oh, this was so refreshing and exciting, turning him on! To have a woman ‘not’ wanting him, yet unable to resist his physical seduction, even if she kept struggling and protesting in vain. Even when her body utterly betrayed her, she didn’t give up, whispering a question for release.<br><br>But Mr. black didn’t give up. He was too fascinated by this new development. He had here a girl that he would actually need to work at to make her his. He had grown bored of those throwing themselves at him and he had never wanted to rape anyone. Well… he couldn’t find anyone in the whole world that wouldn’t want his attentions, so the point was moot anyway. But she, she struggled and fought, trying to escape, while calling out to his morals. Morals that were a foreign concept to his mind now. <br><br>And it was fascinating to see how while she protested, her body reacted. Her nipples tightened and grew hard and sensitive under his skilled fingers. A hundred years of experience guided him like a maestro, stimulating her breasts and taut nipples in a variety of ways aimed to make her literally sopping wet. And he could smell in her scent, growing muskier and more feminine that he was succeeding. And she knew it, flushing, growing warmer and warmer in his hands.<br><br>It was time for the next step. His teeth raked over the skin in the nape of her neck, even as she tried to dodge away. His hands and the silk scarf held her in place though. He now outright kissed and suckled her neck, brushing his tongue in small circles over her skin, while he increased the caressing and playing of his fingers. With a mental command, the silk scarf came to life then. It tightened its hold on her wrists, locking them against her hips, before one end lengthened and started swaying like a snake made out of the finest silk. The very tip acted like a tongue, trailing up to the side of her breast, before going down between her cleavage, down over her navel, to the apex of her legs. And while he caressed her breasts relentlessly, he softly bit her neck, just as the silk tip licked her wet folds.<br><br>The licking continued, slowly, sensually now mimicking his tongue against her neck, the same rhythm, the same sensual, teasing softness, tasting her, both her skin and her womanhood. And when he bit her softly again, his teeth just nipping her sensitive skin, the silk tip tied itself into a thicker knot, still with a small tip poking out.<br><br>And when he squeezed her nipples, the knot, like the head of a cock, worked its way between her labia, inside of her tight wetness. The tongue tip unfurled on top and started licking her inner walls and tantalizing her maidenhead. The knot thrust in and out, only two inches deep and out again, over and over again, while the part of the scarf below twisted to brush her clitoris.<br><br>“Honey, you don’t realize where you ended up. I am Mr. Black. In this world and time, I am God, the most powerful being in the entire world. Everyone here worships me. My power is vast. Who did you think make my palace float on the clouds? How do you think I am controlling this simple silk scarf to tease your sexuality till you will eventually beg me to lay with you. There is no defying me. There is no escaping. There are only two things you can offer me to get out of her. Teaching me how the device works and offering your body. Till I have both, you will stay here, in a palace that is mine, forever and ever if you don’t give in. Is that what you want? You seem far too adventurous to be stuck her like a little sex slave, no?”<br><br>He was talking to her in a husky way, his voice aimed to arouse her further, while his hands continued their relentless assault, as did the silk scarf, acting like a fifth, tentacle-like limb for him, with the sensual softness of silk, and the lust filled intent of its owner’s mind. Yet, he would not let her tumble over the edge, not till she begged, no matter how long it took. His patience was endless, after all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chronicles of Space and Time [( Arkaniel and Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 15:44:57</strong>
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				Eve could not believe what she was seeing or hearing.&nbsp; She had grown tired of being left relatively alone in the spacious, open room she and Portia had been bathed and clothed in, and even though the academic side of her was itching for a piece of paper and a pen, she wanted to know what was beyond this room.&nbsp; It was impossible not to be fascinated with where they were – a freaking floating castle – and surrounded by what she could only conclude was a harem.&nbsp; Yet... where was the person who controlled the harem?&nbsp; While communication with the other women was virtually non-existent, it was easy to tell none of them was the leader here.&nbsp; No, most were lounging on the luxurious floor pillows and thick, plush carpets and chaise beds, some even touching or stroking each other, as they indulged in what appeared to be spirits and the heady incense smoke that spiraled along the corners and center of the room.&nbsp; It was incense that... well.&nbsp; It certainly wasn't making her comfortable, not with how her nipples had been stirring there, or the budding sensations running through her.&nbsp; It wasn't the latter she was too concerned with, but her state of dress, or lack thereof, did nothing to hide how her nipples were half perked.&nbsp; She was in nothing more than a few scraps of pale blue silk, see through despite the shimmer of gold that was woven through them, and they barely covered her breasts, hugged her upper thighs and left the rest of her bare.&nbsp; She'd never been so indecently exposed before in her life and neither, she knew, had Portia.<br><br>Until now.&nbsp; Even's eyes were wide as she watched from the curtains across the room – she wasn't quite sure how she had gotten here – and her jaw was slack, lips slightly parted.&nbsp; She hadn't been able to hear just what was being said, but she could tell and feel her twin's reactions: enjoyment, lust.&nbsp; An intense lust that was leaving her sister in a near writhing state, her back pressed into the man's chest, and every ounce of her body seemed to be flushed.&nbsp; What was going on?&nbsp; Portia had left her to come consort with a stranger... and do this?!&nbsp; That?!&nbsp; Had she lost her mind?&nbsp; Maybe it was the incense... or maybe it was the man himself.&nbsp; He was the only male here she had seen so far, which stood to reason he was the owner of this floating castle, lord of the manor as it was.&nbsp; Was Portia being forced, though?&nbsp; That was something Eve couldn't tell, not without being able to hear was being said, and as much as she tried, she couldn't figure out how the man was controlling the scarves, either.&nbsp; All she could hear were the sudden moans and whimpers that floated across the room, yet strangely the words did not.&nbsp; Perhaps there were no words?&nbsp; She shouldn't be watching this... Portia didn't look the least like she wasn't enjoying or wanting what was happening, there was no reason to stray.&nbsp; Yet, for the life of her, Eve couldn't look away.&nbsp; She couldn't stop watching.<br><br>Against Mr. Black Portia squirmed, strained against the silk that held her tightly bound and his hands that were doing so wonderfully exquisite things to her.&nbsp; <em>No!&nbsp; It is not nice.&nbsp; Not at all.&nbsp; Stop... stop thinking like that!</em>&nbsp; Yet, she couldn't.&nbsp; Her mind was being overtaken by what he was doing to her and how she was reacting to him.&nbsp; How could she have been prepared to truly resist this?&nbsp; Her life had been spent in classrooms and laboratories, writing papers, grants and proposals, arguing over theories and building the time machine.&nbsp; None of it had been in the interest or pursuit of companionship – outside of her twin – or intimacy and this had certainly never been part of any discussion, especially with her parents.&nbsp; Who ever would have thought she and Eve would have ended up here?&nbsp; Maybe all she had to do was force her mind to focus on something else, solving some physics equation or writing a paper in her head about the life and times of Albert Einstein, or – <br><br>The thought was interrupted as the knot of the silk slid between the moistened lips of her sex and Portia loudly gasped, her eyes flying wide and hips swaying back – directly into Mr. Black's.&nbsp; Yet, that didn't keep the knot away and only had the soft roundness of her ass pressing into his lap as the knot teased her, slid in further.&nbsp; There was too much for her trying to fight against: his hands that were expertly kneading and massaging her breasts, teasing her hard nipples until the ache in them was throbbing all throughout her body, the way his mouth was nipping and kissing at her soft skin making her want to gasp and mewl – sounds that were escaping on their own each time Portia lost the concentration to keep herself quiet, which was becoming more and more often – and now the silk that was … <em>Oh God!</em>&nbsp; Wider her eyes grew as the knot slid in further into her virginal sheath, push and gently stretching the tight, moist walls as it slowly and shallowly thrust into her, the very tip teasing up where her maiden barrier was.&nbsp; <br><br>He meant every word that he said, there was nothing to deny that.&nbsp; More than that, he knew how weak her verbal protests were becoming.&nbsp; Even when she kept whispering the word no it was only half felt, coming on the end of breathless moans that she couldn't hold back any longer.&nbsp; He knew the truth.&nbsp; She was enjoying this.&nbsp; She had never been touched like this before, and though she had never in her wildest dreams imagined it happening like <em>this</em> she could not refute what his touch, his voice, his mere presence was doing to her.&nbsp; Her body was flushed with warmth and hips that had been trying to sway away were now purposely pressing back into his because she wanted to feel him; the strength of him against her back was intoxicating as much as his mouth was on her skin... and God help her, she wanted more.&nbsp; In a sign of submission Portia's head tipped back until the dark crown was touching his shoulder, lips permanently parted to issue forth the sounds his ministrations.<br><br>“Promise me...” she began to gasp, her eyes squeezing shut as the knot kept sliding into her, making her breath catch and lungs seize.&nbsp; “Swear to me I have your word... You have me... I teach you about the machine... and you let us go.”&nbsp; Hastily she moistened her lips, the next words swallowed up with a moan as his fingers captured her nipples, toyed with and tweaked them in a manner that had her delicious shuddering, writhing back against him and sending her hips awkwardly arching up toward the silk knot.&nbsp; “Leave... Leave my sister out...”&nbsp; <em>Sister... Eve!</em>&nbsp; It was the thought alone that had her eyes suddenly snapping to where the curtains were and they were grew wider as she saw the outline of a shape, a figure that was too familiar to be shrouded by the curtains alone.&nbsp; A figure that she could sense by blood and birth alone.&nbsp; <br><br>“Promise me that, Mr. Black, and I'll give myself to you,” she hastily said, another whimper then trembling from her mouth.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chronicles of Space and Time [( Arkaniel and Moirae )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 17:43:11</strong>
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				As the creator of this Palace, Mr. Black was aware of everything that happened in every single inch of his domain. Every stone, every piece of wood. Every column and every whiff of clouds had been conjured and shaped by his hand. His magic was woven together with the massive amount of spellwork he had used to create this slice of personal heaven, and as a result, he was as aware of the palace as if it were an extension of his own body. So, Black knew instantly when and where Eve stumbled over them and continued to watch them, locked into position by her own arousal and shock, fuelled by the air of incense and the sheer sexuality of the situation.<br><br>Seeing your own twin sister, one you shared the deepest of bonds with, being the recipient of mind-blowing amounts of pleasure, enough to turn her stoic, virginal and pragmatic self into a vivacious human body filled with desire and a need to be satiated, writhing, moaning, gasping and slowly but surely approaching the point where she would start begging for more, had to turn any girl on. Especially, since he was supposed to be the most handsome man on the planet. Couldn’t be that her place of origin was so different that he ugly to her, right? Right?<br><br>Okay… so a little bit of divine vanity. That’s all right.<br><br>In his mind, he could feel how Eve got more and more intrigued, shocked and aroused by the view, while in his hands and magic, Portia was surrendering completely. From reluctantly enjoying herself, she was now balancing on the very edge to losing it. Perhaps not the edge of orgasm, but at least on the edge of needing it soon and not being able to stop whatever she is doing to get there. That’s when she gasped out her request, no her demand. That’s when Black made his move.<br><br>Holding her still like that, the silk knot started thrusting into her faster and faster, aiming for all the spots that made her writhe and gasp and moan so deliciously. His hands kept up their merciless and skilful assault on her breasts, while he stopped kissing her neck and instead leaned in, whispering, “I can’t promise you that, Portia. Not to leave your sweet little sister alone. I can promise you, however, that not only will I take care of the two of you, but once both of you teach me all there is to know about your machine, I will let you go. Both of you. But in return, like I said, you will both teach me. And it seems like I can teach you both some things as well.”<br><br>He punctuated this with a kiss to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, just where her heartbeat was pulsing rapidly. He nibbled her skin softly, while focussing on the silk scarves. The knots started moving even faster and from the part that was not buried inside of her, he shaped a tongue that started licking her clitoris, soaking the silk with her arousal. He kept up the assault, slowly but surely pushing her over that first edge towards the very precipice of the orgasm he was building up so slowly in her body. He was relentless, keeping her on that precipice, while stimulating her so that the pleasure kept building and building, enough to make her knees weak and her breathing erratic.<br><br>“Now, your request smelled of selfishness. Are you enjoying yourself so much, Portia that you want to deny this to your sister? Do you want to be the only one that feels the pleasure I can give, do you want to be the only one that will receive me in her body? Do you want to be the only one that will be shuddering in orgasmic bliss under me or on top of me? That isn’t very fair is it. Didn’t your sister help building the device? Is it not fair then, for her to join us, to partake in the same sensations that are pleasing you so?” His voice was like a purr, teasing her with its sultry sound, while working in on her consciousness. And while he was speaking, he was letting his magic materialize a large, silky soft bed in the middle of the throne room.<br><br>“Why don’t we invite her in to show her just how much fun you are having. Perhaps she wants to decide for herself to join our little game.”<br><br>At those words, a little dash of magic, and Eve was levitated from her hiding place, carried through the curtain and placed on the bed, laying down. Another muttered word later, and her garments came alive with magic as well. Immediately the silk scarves started slithering over her body like snakes, revealing her naked body, but as she tried to protest or struggle, they snuck to her legs and arms, forcing them to stretch and the bend apart, wrapping around her wrists and ankles, tying her down on the luxurious bed in an X-shape, the rest of her body entirely naked and showing both Black and Portia her own arousal, however slight, from just watching and being in this kind of atmosphere.<br><br>Slowly but surely, he pushed Portia forward, till she was almost bending over the bed, her face not far from her sister’s womanhood. And yet, he kept up the stimulation. Then, with a surge of magical energy that hummed over all three their bodies, he levitated the brunette, too, lifting her on the bed, over her sister. He let go of her breasts and now, placed her down so they were face to face, Portia on top, her breasts and hardened nipples resting against those of her sister. Before she could pull away, the scarves holding Portia shifted, too, pulling her limbs so her ankles were hooked under Eve’s knees and her elbows were hooked under Eve’s shoulders, causing Portia’s hands to be tied down on either side of Eve’s head. Their pussies were on top of each other, too, though not touching, as Portia was actually kneeling still, forcing her in a sort of doggy position with slightly spread legs.<br><br>And like that, Black crawled on the bed behind them, between their legs, his clothes shedding off completely. His erection, long and thick, the perfect, large specimen, touched Portia’s folds now and at a mental command, the knot of the silk scarf pulled out of her. That is when he placed his head at her entrance, knowing she was on the verge of climaxing after all of the stimulation, knowing she ready to explode, while gazing down at and touching her own sister, their naked, tied bodies forced against each other, before he started pushing forward, not deep enough yet to break her maidenhead. <br><br>“Now, Portia, why don’t you tell your sister what this feels like, honestly, and you will finally get the release you crave… and my promise.” That is when he moved forward, thrusting his cock into her, through her hymen, which was immediately dulled by a pain-relieving charm for her, while at the same time, the soaked knot of silk with the tongue like tip started exploring Eve’s folds. When his cock, sliding in so slowly, finally bottomed out inside Portia from behind, the silk knot was starting to thrust into Eve as well, slowly, sensually, like an exploring tongue on both her pussy and her clitoris… While Black started moving inside Portia, his hips thrusting back and forth as he slowly fucked her.<br>
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