The Slave-Queen [Inkidu & Writersmelody]
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				Title: <strong>The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 23:56:46</strong>
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				The throne room was ruinous, built on the back of domination. Jade, marble, gold, silver. Stately and foreboding. It was a dark room of opulence. It was meant to strike awe and make the visitors wary. This was the throne of Godking Kalir Ovartang leader of the mightiest nation in the world. There was no opposition only countries that had not been brought to heel. The guards carried long fan-bladed pikes and heavy armor across their frames. Up an almost obscene amount of steps (only fifty or so sat the Godking himself. His body adorned in flowing robes of a masculine nature. His face concealed completely by a gold and silver effigy of neutrality. Nothing was to ever worry the Godking. <br><br>"My god..." The adviser began, "Some insignificant race we crushed has offered a rare woman." <br>The Godking was indifferent. <br>"She is said to be a demon and our finest magicians say as much."<br>There was no threat magical or otherwise to the Godking.<br><br>The guards hauled in the girl who seemed willful without being too boisterous. The Godking stood, descended the steps and approached the would-be concubine. He gave one solitary nod and the adviser was already telling them to take her to the royal chambers and to strip her naked for his holiness. <br><br>The Godking left without ceremony. His guards filing in behind him. He had to answer to no man or woman. His days affairs were concluded and he was excited to see this demon girl. He would probably kill her in a few days out of boredom. Like the last one. He never had a Slave-Queen for too long. A week would be borrowed time.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 01:47:17</strong>
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				She wasn't surprised that she had been... volunteered as an attempt to appease the Godking. Zesona's nation was the latest to be forced to bow before the might of the Godking's army. Godking indeed. They would see how divine he really was. For the timebeing, playing along would be the wisest course of action. Discretion was the better part of valor after all.<br><br>Catching her foot on something, the young woman stumbled. Though she was a tall girl with a nice toned pair of long legs, she was having difficulty keeping up with the guards. Their grip on her arms was almost painful. Zesona was being very good, almost too good. Unfortunately her bag of tricks was only so big and nothing in her arsenal would allow her to escape the palace. There were just too many.<br><br>And maybe, just maybe, she could be more here than she had ever been allowed to be back there. She couldn't think of that place as home. It had never felt like it. Zesona's face was calm, a regal mask. Whatever happened, she was going to handle it with dignity. Her chin was tipped up a little, shoulders squared and back straight as she took in her surroundings.<br><br>Rather eerie but it fit the Godking. Lovely but very imposing indeed. Regal and elegant but strong. The doors to the throne room opened and she lowered her head, though she looked up through long thick lashes to get as much of a glimpse as she could of the man she was there to serve.<br><br>The simple white gown she had been clothed in hung loosely off her frame, making it hard to discern what lay underneath. It hit her at her knees. At least it was longer than the other one they'd made her try on. A pair of deceptively delicate hands were clasped in front of her. Her face was screened by a curtain of dark waves that fell below her shoulders. They seemed to gleam with highlights of different colors- purple, blue, red...<br><br>It framed a heart-shaped face with striking features. Her nose was small and pert, with a slight upturn at the end. Maybe her mouth was a little wide but her lips were full and luscious. The ends were slightly curved up, making one wonder what it was that had her so amused even when she wasn't smile. Were she to smile, a dimple would appear in her right cheek.<br><br>She was lovely but there was something about the angle of those high cheekbones and those rather feline eyes, almond-shaped and slightly slanted. Zesona was a striking woman, one you'd not soon forget, but there was something too alien about her for conventional beauty.<br><br>It was over very quickly. Apparently she passed muster. No one had explained much to her about what her role was to be but she had a sense that they didn't expect her to last long. As silent as she had been since she had been turned over to them, she was ushered into the Godking's chambers.<br><br>She wasn't sure what she had been expecting but she had never seen such opulence. How something could manage to be... comfortable and austere at the same time she didn't know but his chambers managed. Zesona blinked when she felt them tugging at the dress. They weren't gentle but they weren't rough either as they stripped her.<br><br>Air prickled against her skin. Zesona had never been uncomfortable naked. In fact she was more comfortable that way, though it meant she couldn't conceal anything on her person. Not that she had tried! All that was left to do was wait for the Godking...<br><br>Head bowed, hands hanging at her side, she was unnaturally still and quiet. You almost could have walked right past her and not noticed her. Without any clothes to conceal her frame, her generous curves were exposed for anyone to admire. And there was a lot to admire. Zesona was not a slender girl. There was meat on her bones but she was in good shape. No one would call her skinny but she was not plump at all.<br><br>Her breasts were full and large but the swell of her hips, blending into a firm, rounded ass, kept her from being top-heavy. <em>I hate waiting,</em> she thought to herself. She stared at the floor, hazelish eyes gleaming. This was it... She was about to find out what to expect for- however long he chose to keep her around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 23:50:10</strong>
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				His business done he retired to his rather plush bedroom. Where is Slave-Queen was currently. She could have destroyed it ten times over and he could replace every item in that room. His guards left at the outermost doors and he stayed in an antechamber only to change out of the formal regalia. He slipped into loose, white slacks and remembered his bed mask. This one was polished porcelain. It was held by silk ties and was the same gold and black design as his heavier formal one. <br><br>He opened the double doors with regal bearing and shut them. The Godking approached the naked woman his hands held before him under his sternum thumbs up and fingers steepled downward. The Divine Diamond it was called. He was tall lean and muscular. Some light scaring on his body, from his father. His hair was short and almost platinum blond. There was just enough yellow to call it white gold. His face was a deliberate mystery. He could tell he was a good two inches taller than her. He liked them tall. The short ones were fun but not for as long. Good mark for her. <br><br>She was opulent enough; he would enjoy her. "My sorcerers tell me your people name you a daemon..." He said neutrally, "I have never had a daemon." He spoke common well enough but he pronounced the foreign word day-moan. "They say you have a name, daemon it is Zesona." He pronounced it zez-ona in his accent. The bed was nothing more than a large pit filled with blankets and pillows. All around them were brazers, furniture. The bed was pure Divonite. His race. <br><br>"I, am your god. You know this word?" He asked but didn't wait for reply she would learn it. He sat in the pit that was the bed his back against the wall of the depression. "Dance, a sexual dance. Remove your own flower if you still have it." He didn't care for virgins but he knew no race would ever dishonor him by sending him a spoiled woman. <br><br>He waited his eyes behind dark cloth screens. The face unchanging. Only the tone of his voice brooked any approval. He urged her with a hand, if she could not do a decent sexual dance he would have no use for her. His people loved their dances. She would learn, not many failed his first order. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 07:08:27</strong>
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				He waited his eyes behind dark cloth screens. The face unchanging. Only the tone of his voice brooked any approval. He urged her with a hand, if she could not do a decent sexual dance he would have no use for her. His people loved their dances. She would learn, not many failed his first order. Though her body wasn't necessarily tense, it couldn't be called relaxed. More... expectant.<br><br>Zesona nodded. She was quite familiar with that word. It was one she had heard often enough over her lifetime. When he asked her to dance, she DID stiffen. The intake of breath was audible. She could dance, quite well but could she do the type of dance he suggested? As a priestess, sexual contact had been strictly forbidden to her and no one would touch a daemon anyway. She didn't blame them.<br><br>For just a moment she stood there before inspiration struck. With a few modifications one of the dances performed in supplication of the Mother would do just fine. As for her "flower," she didn't know if he would consider her still in position of it. Zesona was a young woman with curiosity and appetites like any other, she had touched herself in the darkness of the chambers she shared with the other acolytes. The thought that they might wake up and see her twitching beneath her blankets had been nearly as exciting as imagining their mortification.<br><br>Without further preamble, she slid into the splits, one leg stretched out behind her and the other stretched before her. Her body was poised about half an inch above the ground. It took strength and control to keep herself from brushing the floor. She leaned the rest of her forward, her hands gripping the foot and head bent. You'd have to watch very close to see the subtle ripple in the muscles of her back. With a sensual undulation, she lifted her upper body, stretching her hands out beside her.<br><br>Her head was bent, hair falling across her face. Slowly she raised it and with it her arms. Zesona raised her other leg off the ground and in a graceful sweep brought it in front of her to rest by the other. When she stood to her feet, it was like something else was pulling her up but it was the skillful work of a trained and strong body. <br><br>Zesona had always loved to dance. She was good at it. Forgetting all about her audience at least for the moment, she danced across the floor. The evident pleasure she took in the motions added to the sensuality in the sway of her hips, the arch of her chest, the sinuous twists of her limbs. Zesona was Woman, strength and feminity. Softness and strength wrapped into a single package.&nbsp; She seemed... happy.<br><br>When the dance ended, she was in the same position she had begun in. "I hope that pleased you," she said. Her voice was surprising. It was sweet and clear. Whether or not she actually meant what she had just said was hard to say but she didn't sound sarcastic or anything. "Before I- fulfill your other request, please forgive my insolence but I have two questions." There was definitely a note of something in her voice that time. Wryness? Bitterness? Amusement? A bit of all three? "How do you prefer I address you and where would you have me for the deflowering?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 18:55:39</strong>
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				He watched the dance interested but it was slower than he was accustomed to seeing. His peoples dances were orgiastic, spastic. Wild thrusts and dramatic gyrations that stirred desire and inflamed the blood. This was different. Not bad, but different. It was more about control, slow ponderous,he methodical power. He could tell. He enjoyed watching her muscles move. The ones in her legs and bottom and the ones that governed her breasts and back. Simple fluid movements. When she was done he could tell she had been taxed somewhat by the motions. It hadn't been as sexual as he had thought but it good enough to order her and immediate reprieve and an explanation of his expectations. <br><br>Her questions struck him as odd and the mask hid his confusion but he collected himself. "You, already took your own flower..." He observed, "It is of little importance. Why women posses such a thing is inconsequential." He was aroused now and needing the time, but better knowing her place in his presence was not a bad thing. <br><br>He noted the tone and decided to punish her later in a fashion. "Any way you address any of your male gods is acceptable." He informed, "Your dance was very invoking but not sexual." He went on. "You did not release or moan, or preform any other sexual acts. His people could be very literal or very figurative about their dances. It could be confusing. Demonstration was best. <br><br>He stood and moved to her removing the trousers as he went. Kneeling naked before her he pushed her on her back and spread her legs. The lower body matched the upper in terms of build; one could evidently see something godly about his member, it hung nearly a foot long and an inch and a half in girth, "I shall demonstrate a pair dance." Zseona had done her job, she lived another day, for the time being. <br><br>Without ceremony he thrust into her sex. His member sliding all the way. His torso and pelvis moved like a snake ramming the Djinn in her womanhood in a rhythmic fashion. The Godking gave deep grunts of passion and threw his body over hers wrapping around her back and pushing her onto him in a slightly different fashion. Raising himself his ran&nbsp; his hands over her large, shapely breasts and moved them to the same internal rhythm of his thrusts. Suddenly he changed up the tempo of his blows to a rapid-fire staccato and came. He could feel the hot seed flood her and run out. A man of his people who only came once was no man and he, he was the Godking. Returning to his serpentine motions he lifted her up so that her shoulders remained on the blankets and he stood cupping her ass. He whipped her body gently to make it move in a wave-like motion while he slammed her countless times. <br><br>The Godking grunted and shouted and came again but this time he pulled out half way done and shot rivers of his virility all down the daemon's large breasts and taut stomach. He let her down gently and sat cross-legged, hardly even winded. "A small taste of what I expect from you. In terms of endurance." He clarified. "You are to exercise two hours in the morning and two at night." He informed her. "Now I think you should preform a tongue dance on your Godking to show your thanks for his lesson." He gestured to his still-hard, used cock so that the meaning was unmistakable. He wanted a cleaning. "I will tell you about your station as you clean." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 02:22:16</strong>
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				Her muscles were quickly recovering from the strain she had placed on them. She wasn't sure what the proper position to take would be so she moved out of the splits. Zesonsa's legs were pressed against each other and she sat back on her heels, head bowed and hands clasped in front of her. It was clearly a subservient position, one she had been required to take for hours at a time in the course of her training to become a priestess.<br><br>She didn't get a chance to explain. Technically she hadn't. Zesona's fingers had never penetrated that deeply, nor had anything else. Hearing his response, she nodded. There was only one way to address a god or goddess in her culture, unless you were their priest. Nameless One. She had the impression that she had displeased him but he hadn't exactly been clear about what he wanted. Her people weren't exactly known for their sensuality, even more reason for her to keep that part of herself deeply buried.<br><br>Zesona frowned, more in curiosity than concern when he stripped. What was he going to do? It took a moment for it to sink in. His lower body was just as well-formed and toned as the rest of him. As for the member hanging between his legs... There was no way she was going to be able to fit that inside her.<br><br>She could take care of that easily enough. Zesona shivered. No longer as concerned and indeed, even curious, she fell onto her back. Glancing down the line of their bodies to watch him, she gasped when he thrust himself into her. Thanks to her manipulation of her own body, she could accommodate him. Though it would still be a pleasantly tight fit for him.<br><br>Something inside her broke. Up until that moment she had been a virgin. There was a flood of pain that was being overwhelmed by other sensations. Arching her hips, each thrust of his made him rub against her clit. This was what she had been missing?!<br><br>Her body was responding to his forceful motions. Zesona's nipples had turned into dark hardened peaks that rubbed against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him. Instinctively her body moved with his. His hands found her breasts and Zesona moaned as her entire body throbbed with a growing need.<br><br>Suddenly he was driving himself into her hard and fast, with no chance for her to recover from the onslaught. Zesona's skin was starting to itch and crawl with the pressure building inside and it was all she could do not to writhe beneath him. When she felt him start to twitch insider her as he filled her with his seed, she cried out as her entire body tightened before her own release overtook her.<br><br>When the spasms faded, she sighed. He hadn't stopped moving inside her. Everything was so sensitive. Her eyes were once again watching him move in and out of her. Zesona's eyes widened as he lifted her lower body up. She reached behind her so her hands could grip the blankets. As if they would help keep her steady...<br><br>She held on tightly as he maneuvered her body. It took a moment to catch on so she could work with him and make her body undulate. The bouncing of her full breasts hurt a little but... well, it felt good to have him driving himself into her. He was starting to release inside her again but pulled out. Their combined juices trickled out of her.<br><br>The viscous substance was hot as it ran down her body. Sitting up, she glanced down at herself, dipping a couple finger tips in whatever it was running down her body. Zesona knew what sex was, in theory, but it was her first real experience with it. She rubbed her fingers together and stared at it curiously, even raising them to her face so she could sniff at them. Tentatively her tongue snaked out to taste it. Kind of salty... Not unpleasant... <br><br>Looking back at him, she nodded. She always had enjoyed exercise but her duties at the temple had kept her too busy for her to engage in much physical activity. It'd be nice to have time set aside just for that. Some time for herself... Glancing between his legs, her eyes widened. He was still hard! How was that possible?<br><br>Not the time to question or wonder. Scooting back in a sinuous motion, she stretched out on her stomach. It'd be easier to oblige him this way. Zesona moved forward so she was close enough to reach him. Her hair fell across her face as her mouth stretched. Hopefully before he could notice, she wrapped her lips around his head and slowly started to move her mouth downward. He tasted interesting. Using her hands to prop herself up, she waited for him to begin telling her what was expected of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 18:52:16</strong>
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				The Godking groaned and thrust lightly. This was her dance but he couldn't resist a few instructions. "Move your whole body shake your--" He searched for the foreign word, "Ass. Make it a visual display of your womanhood as well as a display of your skill." A little would be lost in translation but that was to be expected. They seemed to be working past it. She would know if she'd done something right. The Godking was not ungrateful to his worshipers. <br><br>"You are my slave-queen." He said, "The word for it is too hard for your peoples' tongue to pronounce." He said all this as if a pretty woman wasn't trying her hardest to bring him pleasure. "You have..." He searched again, "concessions." There were small grunts and moans from him and he pushed her head down gently to show she could take more. "You are a slave-queen you... can order all the other courtly slaves to do anything. If you also fancy women." It was obviously the only man in her life was the nameless one. <br><br>"You will also attend court with me. You will be a beautiful display of my power. You will be collared next to my throne." He shuddered as another virile orgasm prepard to flood into his slave. "You are expected to be beautiful at all times take various poses." He waved off the simple explanation. It wasn't hard to understand. <br><br>He came hard filling her mouth. He could feel some of his copious seed escape from her full lips as he pulled from her mouth. "A queen thanks her god for his virility and by blessing her with his seed." These were as much acts of sex as religious services, the godking came on her face thick strands hitting her beautiful features. Zesona was a very special worshiper. He was a god, and gods rewarded their faithful <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 08:40:51</strong>
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				Zesona was relying on him to tell her what he wanted. Like any activity involving two people, communication was important. If she was more experienced, his body and reactions might have told her what she needed to know. She would have known how to experiment, how to sate this particular kind of hunger. But she didn’t really know what she was doing. Fortunately she’d always been a quick study and her life depended on pleasing him. That meant she was a particularly eager student.<br><br>When he asked her to move her body, a roll started in her shoulders and moved down the rest of her body in a wave-like motion she did her best to make sensual. It stopped when her ass was poised in the air. Obligingly shaking it, the motion made the rest of her body tremble a little. <br>She was doing her best to please him and pay attention as he talked about her station. Slave-queen. The first part was the one that mattered. A queen among slaves was still a slave. Wait, was he implying-? He was. The thought had never occurred to her, though she was intrigued and curious. <br><br>Attending court with him would give her the chance to learn much. Zesona felt him shudder. He was almost there. That was definitely a good sign. She liked to succeed, whatever the task was. As he came, the muscles of her throat worked to swallow his seed. One hand wrapped around him to hold his twitching member. Not hard enough to stop him from pulling away if/when he wanted.<br><br>Something was running down her mouth, out of the corner.&nbsp; Closing her eyes so the liquid still shooting out of him didn’t hit them, she held herself there until he was finished. Zesona resisted the urge to wipe it away. Blinking, she looked up at him. Her mouth was back to its normal pleasing shape by the time she was sitting back on her heels, looking at his face but carefully not making eye contact. “Are there any other duties I am expected to take on?” she said. Look pretty and keep him happy. Be an ornament- seen and not heard, unobtrusive. It sounded easy enough. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 02:28:32</strong>
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				"Simply obey, and please me and there won't be much fuss... if you show your self to be intelligent I might come to you in dealing with your... people." People was stated like barbarians. With a proper amount of distaste. "Though from what I gather you were not very well liked, being a daemon." He lay against the plush pillows that lined the pit that was a bed and motioned for her to join him. The Godking took a damp rag and gave it to her to clean off the worst of his display. She wouldn't be able to really be clean until morning. "If you please me, you'll find life here very much tolerable I'm sure." <br><br>He made like he was ready to go to sleep but it would be hard to tell. The mask muffled any sounds of snoring and his eyes were always open in appearance. The Godking must appear invulnerable. He took her in close to him his hand resting on her bottom grabbing it and not hiding his pleasure at the firm plumpness of her. "You show promise, sleep easy, for you are with your god." He said and soon his breathing became regular enough. 
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				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 07:24:14</strong>
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				That was simple enough. He wouldn’t need her all the time. Zesona was trying to calculate how much time she would actually have, between exercise and court. Could she even have a set schedule? She was the Godking’s, at his mercy. When he wanted her, she would be expected to arrive promptly. And she didn’t think the odds of him wanting her at the same times every day were very high.<br><br>Somehow she’d find time for herself. There was much she wanted to learn. Zesona made a note to try and get access to the library. And the other slaves could indeed be useful. They probably had some useful information and skills to pass on. When he mentioned her not being well-likedm she shook her head.<br><br>“I was not,” she said frankly. “They were afraid of me. I believe they would have found an excuse to destroy me within a few seasons.” Zesona took the rag he offered her, doing what she could to clean herself up in contemplative silence. People tended to fear what they didn’t understand, react blindly and destroy it before they could learn much about it. Then again, she hadn’t ever really been human.<br><br>She didn’t respond. No doubt he was right. However, a cage was a cage, however gilded. However soft the chains, they were still binding. Zesona let him draw her close. Apparently he liked her curves. It was flattering and reassuring. She’d been too plump for her own people.<br><br>Zesona resisted the urge to point out that he wasn’t her god but in essence he was. He had the power of life and death over her. Didn’t that make him a god of sorts? Closing her eyes, she snuggled against him. It felt nice to be sleeping with someone. It had been a long day and she was exhausted. Within moments she had sank into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 23:38:36</strong>
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				The Godking woke promptly and woke his slave with him no doubt, "You can sleep in a while before exercising." He told her. It was a small reward for her eagerness to learn her rituals. Normally he would have taken her in the morning but the fancy didn't strike him. Usually a slave so unskilled didn't satisfy him for long. Obviously an advantage of a daemon he shrugged elegantly, powerfully. He dressed himself in his flowing robes. Black today with white-gold trim. To his people black was the sign of happiness. "I shall send in some handmaidens to help you bathe and dress when you're done with your exercising." <br><br>As if he made it happen some of those handmaidens came into the chamber as the Godking stepped from it and told Zesona that they would show her the moves to her routines. It wouldn't be long before the Slave-Queen took up her first day in court. Not long at all. <br><br>The Godking was actually quite excited about having a new slave to show off to all the little men and women that came to his court. He held thirty and seven nations including his new queen's in his grasp. His heavy mask hid all emotion from those unworthy to look upon his visage. He was calm and smooth. He wondered what she'd chosen to wear for him. He might be a god but he had wants and needs, and responsibilities. Namely to his people. The world was his but that meant his faithful needed a guiding hand from their god, Zesona's nameless one. He liked that... maybe he should have it adopted... <br><br>He smiled behind the unchanging mask. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 03:26:34</strong>
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				Zesona had slept alone her entire life. So when the Godking stirred so did she. Her hair was tousled by sleep, eyes blurry. She looked over at him, slowly returning to wakefulness. It was nice of him to let her sleep in. However, she’d already had more sleep than she was used to. And what a good sleep it had been. <br><br>Watching him go, she rose. She was a little sore but nothing she couldn’t deal with. After exercising, she’d definitely clean herself up and choose something to wear from- whatever selection was provided for her. Observing her handmaids, she had soon picked up the routine.<br><br>The two hours passed quickly. “Thank you, that was invigorating,” she said with a smile for each of them. If she could win them over, earn their affection and loyalty… Zesona was perfectly cooperative and pleasant as they helped her bathe.<br><br>It felt good to be clean. Wrapping herself in a robe, a selection of dresses had been laid out for her. The choice was easy. Her handmaids helped her get dress. She chose to go without jewelry or make-up. For her first appearance, she wanted to show off her natural beauty. Likewise the dress she had chosen was something simple but very flattering.<br><br>At last she was ready. She followed them silently to be shown to the Godking for his approval. Her dress was a simple black thing. It had virtually no back, belted around her waist with a cord the same color as the trim on the robe the Godking had chosen. Held up by two straps tied behind her neck, it was very lowcut. The long skirt had a slit in the middle to allow for easy access. Each step made one of those long, toned legs peek out to reveal a sandaled foot. “I hope this meets your approval, Nameless One,” she said, curtsying to the Godking.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 16:57:55</strong>
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				His breath came in sharp at seeing the vision of pure beauty walk to him and bow properly. "Come my queen and kneel." He showed her how to kneel on the soft pillows with her head on his thigh. He wasn't going to make her duty uncomfortable she could move a little but not too much and their were pillows and blankets to accentuate what would be her daily performance for visitors. He guided her hands to wrap around the front of his shin. Zesona was warm and lovely and he enjoyed having a beautiful queen with him. "I trust you found your morning pleasing?" He said politely. <br><br>She would know some poses to adopt later but first there was sadly policy to go over in court. Soon two of Zesona's own people walked in nervous as forest does and they knelt before him, they saw her too and balked inwardly. The Godking could tell. Their story was over a dispute in the number of sheep for a wedding dowry. The groom's father wanted to give ten sheep and the bride's wanted fourteen more. It was trite so the Godking decided to have fun.<br><br>"As these were your people my queen, what is your judgment?" She could tell him anything and he'd probably do it. Throw them in prison, kill them, or she might actually compromise. It was a little testing of the waters as it were. He wanted her to be capable too. If she was, it came with rewards.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 00:40:59</strong>
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				Apparently he was pleased. Following his instructions, she knelt and let him position her hands. Memorizing their position, she arranged the skirt of her dress around them before placing them back on his leg. “Yes, thank you,” she said, equally polite.<br><br>Not quite sure what to expect, she looked out over the court, eyes taking in the faces and costumes. There was a little smile on her face. Nothing that could be construed as mocking, just a rather blank expression belied by the intelligence and gleam in her eyes.<br><br>She hid her surprise admirably when two of her people walked in. Zesona didn’t move, just looked at them as they gave their cases.&nbsp; She was silent for a moment after they were finished. Let them wait and wonder at what her response would be.<br><br>“He should give 17 sheep,” she said simply. It was a neat compromise between the ten the one man was willing to provide and the fourteen additional sheep the other man wanted. Did the Godking truly care about her opinion?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 01:42:45</strong>
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				The Godking analyzed her logic in a minute and nodded slowly, "A wise compromise, I do not know much of your people's wedding customs but this bickering is pointless. If the man wishes to marry your daughter he should have been here." The men looked like they wanted to say something about Zesona or the Godkings statement but they blanched when their eyes met the unceasing gaze of his mask. <br><br>He sat back as the two men left. The matter didn't take long but she had arrived late today so it was already noontide. "My queen and I will dine together. Prepare her." Maidens came like always and ushered the beautiful daemon away. They quickly bathed her and dried her and put flowers in her hair. <br><br>"A great honor," One of them said to her. They brought her to a lightly padded table and laid her naked body across it. "The point is to be still while he eats he will feed you." They warned cryptically before they blindfolded her. He couldn't very well eat with his mask on could he?<br><br>Food was laid out across the beautiful slave's body. All the while the servants were giving her advice on breathing and not being alarmed by anything to just relax. <br><br>"You do look beautiful, Zesona." The Godking said regally entering and sitting next to the blinded woman so that he was at her navel. "I'm sure this will soon become a fun experience for you. Most of the girls I've had enjoy it." <br><br>He dabbed a warm savory sauce over her stomach and licked it up, "See?" She was so much more than a sex object, it exemplified the level of her slavery. He placed a ring of olive on her nipple and then plucked it off, slowly licking the rosy peak. <br><br>"Here," his lips locked around hers in their first kiss in which he produced a sweet bit of roasted lamb. "Do you enjoy this?" He asked genuine interest and a little lust entering his voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 06:10:44</strong>
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				Zesona smiled, pleased by the compliment. The smile faded when she looked back at the two men. IN a sense, the Godking was right. But women in her culture weren’t the only ones that didn’t always have a choice in who they married. She watched them go. There wasn’t even a twinge of homesickness. If she went about things the right way, she’d have it better as the Slave <br>Queen than she ever had back home.<br><br>When he mentioned dining, her stomach ached. She was hungry. Following the maidens, she tried to think what they could possibly be preparing her for. The young woman was intrigued. When she was laid naked on the table, she was more curious than ever. Her hair was arranged about her. It wasn’t terribly comfortable but she was used to bearing a little discomfort. So laying on the table wouldn't be too bad.<br><br>Allowing herself to be blindfolded, she remembered what they said. Be as still as possible… She had some tricks for that. The words of the other servants registered. Something was being placed on her. Her nose twitched. It was food. Ah. That explained everything.<br><br>“Thank you, Nameless One,” she said. Judging by the sound of his voice it sounded like he was sitting somewhere near her midsection. She felt something running down her stomach. It was hot but not too hot for discomfort. His tongue followed its path as it ran down her skin.<br><br>Something soft surrounded one of her nipples for just an instant before it was plucked off. Next thing to touch it was his tongue. Blood rushed to the area, making her areola darken as her nipple became stiff. Her lips molded to his and she took the food he offered. Meat… well-prepared.<br><br>“That was lamb wasn’t it?” she said. Very savory. “I am enjoying your touch very much,” she said honestly. The fact that both of her nipples were stiff nubs of dark rose attested to that. “You must be enjoying this.” Licking her lips, she actually smiled. “Let’s see if I can guess what the next thing you feed me is!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 20:26:09</strong>
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				Zesona's Nameless One sniffed, and gave a light chuckle, "Very well, few women like the way I dine immediately. You seem to be much more responsive..." He slid a rarity in any land but his own off the plate at her stomach and dipped it in light cream. He ran the inside of the wedge of exotic fruit along her tender womanhood and the up to her waiting lips. "You'll not guess this one but it's okay." His people's word for it was peach and most women found it enjoyable. <br><br>His people's lunches were traditionally light, mostly eaten with the hands. while she chewed the first morsel he'd given her the Godking produced a bit of soft flat bread and poured a fragrant oil on the naked daemon's stomach and rubbed the bread in it while he waited for her response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 00:57:43</strong>
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				She liked the sound of his chuckle. If she could amuse him, she’d last that much longer. She smiled. “I do see why some wouldn’t enjoy it,” she admitted. The sensations were strange and it was such a vulnerable position. Plus there was something very- subservient about it.&nbsp; However, she found she enjoyed the way the food felt and the game of trying to figure out what it was.<br><br>Plus she had his complete attention. That was always heady. He wasn’t afraid of her at all. Of course he was the Godking, he had no reason to be, but she had never met someone that wasn’t afraid. Zesona wondered how he’d react when he found out what she was capable of but she figured he would be intrigued and eager to make use of her abilities.<br><br>Feeling something rub against her netherlips, a drop of cream running down the dark slit between them, she bit her lip and clenched her fists to stop herself from trembling. That had felt very good but she was determined to stay as still as she was supposed to.<br><br>Opening her mouth, she carefully took a bite of whatever it was. Some kind of fruit, dipped in cream. It was delicious. There was a warmth to the flavor and it was slightly tangy, sweet and juicy. Her mouth tingled. “That was delicious! I’ve never tasted anything like it,” she said. She licked her lips. “It was some kind of fruit if I am not mistaken. What was it?” she asked.<br><br>She felt oil being poured on her stomach, pooling in her navel and a few drops running down her side. This wasn’t such a bad lot at all. Her duties were more pleasant than not. Though the thought that her life was now subject to this being’s whim disturbed her. “I do not know much of your land and people. I would very much like to learn your language, your history, your customs that I might better serve you, Nameless One…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 03:01:02</strong>
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				"It's a peach. Some people call it an apple but it's skin is actually soft and fuzzier than your apples and the taste is far superior." There was a hint of national pride in his voice. "Most women find the being blindfolded to be the worst of it. They are ignorant of all their other senses and made inferior queens for me." He smiled though he knew she couldn't see, "You seem much more receptive and I'm enjoying that very much..." He concentrated on feeding her the remainder of the light meal. <br><br>"My magicians tell me you're not just any daemon, they call you a Djinn..." The word died on his tongue because of the strangeness of it. "They also tell me that you have some powers. When we are alone tonight and I have you I would like to see these powers." The comment about her wanting to learn made him chuckle. "Very well, you'll learn. I shall give the tutors notice that you're to learn of my nation every other day instead of dancing." <br>He appreciated her canter for knowledge because so few women became pleasure seeking dolts. He could tell she was trying to extend her reign as slave-queen to be much longer. The Godking could appreciate that. <br><br>"I think you'll learn to enjoy your time with me... I am with you..." It was very personal in tone and why shouldn't it be a queen was a confidant. He left in a silent way and soon maids were cleaning up Zesona and sending her back to court in her dress. Adopting the same pose, but this time the godking would sometimes stoke her lovely hair. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 02:20:22</strong>
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				"It doesn't really taste like an apple," she said. It was softer and had a different kind of sweetness. She liked both fruits. Zesona smiled at him, savoring the rest of the meal he fed her. She did her best to guess the rest of the dishes he was feeding her. Some of them were familiar but with a local twist while others were new to her. Everything was delicious though.<br><br>"I am not a full Djinn," she admitted. "But yes, I do have some abilities." Nothing too impressive but it wasn't necessarily what you had, it was how you used. She had quite a few tricks up her sleeve, some were rather impressive. "Anyway, I do hope to have time to learn dancing too."<br><br>She smiled at him when he said that he was enjoying his time with her. There was something almost vulnerable in his voice when he said it. "It has been more pleasant than I expected," she admitted, "and I am sure that I will, Nameless One." Maybe in time he wouldn't be nameless.<br><br>The maids returned. Zesona was quiet and thoughtful as they helped her redress and fix her hair. She was ushered back into the room. She repositioned herself at his knee, smiling as he stroked her hair. So far things were going well. Whether or not they woudl get better or worse from here she couldn't say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 22:14:34</strong>
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				Court would finish in its own slow time and the godking would send his new slave-queen away with the maids to feed her a dinner and dress her in a kind of dress that left nothing to the imagination. It was a black thing that barely went past her bottom and was a soft silk net that left her body open to her nameless one's musings. <br><br>"Oh, you are lucky." One of the maids said in passing. "To be his slave-queen..." <br>"She's also lucky that Godking Sherogo has ascended to the heavens, and that this incarnation is not cruel. He's stern, Godking Lowarain. That's his name didn't you know?" The second maid said. "Oh but you've not had history, it will make sense... or you could ask him after he's used you." She giggled. <br><br>"It's odd that he wears that mask though, that's something odd." The maids hushed at that note as if afraid to continue on the tangent. They sent her in to her masked king. <br><br>"Now show me what powers you posses." He said without preamble sitting naked on the bed of pillows. "Or... are you bashful about it and would prefer we descended into you sexual education? His tone said he didn't favor this course of action.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 06:43:29</strong>
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				Zesona was actually content to be there at his knee, easily able to stay in the same position. It was interesting to hear the cases and see how the Godking dealt with each petition. Her expression was as lovely and blank as a doll's. Let the others think her a pretty, simple thing who was solely there to amuse the Godking and nothing more.<br><br>After court ended, she rose and allowed herself to be ushered away again. Zesona wasn't sure what to make of the wardrobe changes. At least the clothes were comfortable and felt good against her skin. Her priestess garb hadn't been so light and it tended to scratch.<br><br>Smiling at the maid, she made herself blushed. "I am," she said demurely. "But you're right, I'm so new to everything!" Her eyes were wide, expression earnest. "There's so much to learn," she whispered.&nbsp; "And I have no idea how I'm going to figure out all the protocol and who's who..." Zesona figured the staff would have the gossip and be able to instruct her in the proper etiquette and give her some information about class and ranks and such. Those who were rarely noticed unless someone wanted their services could be valuable allies.<br><br>Musing over what she had just learned, including the Godking's name and a very brief bit of history as well as the fact that the mask was not traditional, she curtsied and straightened, slowly turning so he could get a good view of the outfit's full effect. Zesona didn't know much about pleasing men but she figured they might like that.<br><br>He was naked but clearly had other things on his mind. "Some of my abilities I cannot demonstrate for you due to their nature," she said. Absently Zesona wondered how long she could keep him from figuring out about her less-flashy gifts. "But there is one I think you'll find particularly intriguing." As if stirred by an unseen breeze, her hair moved against her before it turned shock white. Her eyes had closed and when they opened they were a startling glacial blue. "I can alter my body to some degree," she said modestly. "Tell me how you want me to look and I become that." The woman he or anyone whose favor he might need desired...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 17:55:52</strong>
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				The godking sat forward when her hair turned white. "Oh," he said demurely clearly interested. Taking a moment to digest what she said he put a hand to his masked chin. This was the softer less-formal one so the gesture was not futile. "I think I like that..." He sat back, "No woman I've had can change her body..." He decided to continue and test her ability. "You are quite curvaceous already but among your people skinny and slight is the fashion." He didn't hide the distaste in his voice. "They're fragile and I feel as though one dance would break them. You are nice and curvy."<br><br>"I want you to keep your hair like that but I want your body a little tanner, your breasts fuller and larger, not much, and make yourself and that plump backside of yours fuller too. Tonight you learn the worship dance..." He cooed. "If it's not in the realm of your power to do so I understand."<br><br>He went on to explain the worship dance. "It's a simple and crucial dance. You move with your nameless one and we make love every way imaginable until you're exhausted and covered in my seed." He opened his hands to tell her he was done. <br><br>"You like being covered and swallowing your god's gifts don't you? Some women have trouble with it." It was a test of her passion. Her ability to give herself over to her nameless one. If she couldn't she wouldn't last another night in his court. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 05:25:45</strong>
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				Was it significant she'd chosen a hair color that pleased him immediately? Or was it just one of those things? She didn't seem at all surprised by the fact that none of the other women he'd enjoyed could manipulate their body. Would he like her other gifts as much?<br><br>Zesona nodded her agreement. He was right. Just another thing that had set her apart from them. She'd never <em>wanted</em> to be skinny and slight. Her body was curved but under that were muscles she'd honed during her free time. <br><br>Nodding, she thought she knew what he wanted. She shuddered and once she'd stilled, the golden tones of her skin were darker and deeper. Her breasts were noticeably larger but not too much so. Somehow the rest of her seemed more full as well. The dress she was wearing fit differently. Again she turned around so he get a look at the new her.<br><br>The maids would notice but she didn't care. Listening intently to his explanation of the worship dance, she nodded. "It pleases me to please you," she said. And there was part of her that enjoyed the taste and feel of his seed. <br><br>Zesona stepped towards him. "I would very much like to learn this dance," she said. "Worship, as I've discovered, can have many rewards." He wasn't the only one who was enjoying himself. Despite the fact that she was no longer a free woman, her life was definitely not a bad one. So far...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 21:30:48</strong>
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				He dismissed the maids with a wave of his hand. "It is a very simple dance to preform; it is not bound by many strict steps like some are." He informed her. He stood and removed the chin piece of the leather mask. It was held in place by a small cleverly strap and came away easily. His lips were a little thin but sculpted well and it gave no hint to the rest of his face besides a strong chin. "I believe you have earned the right to kiss your god in the ritual of lust, but back to the dance." he took her in his arms and felt her new body. It was easy to tell by his roaming hands he liked it. "I might have need of you to be a little less curvy but only when I indulge in a certain game-- still you're beauty puts me out of the right thought."<br><br>"Just simply give yourself over to the lust and come many times. Use your whole body if you must. We must bathe in each others' spirit-- what you call seed." <br><br>Without preamble he took the lead in the dance and ripped the dress from her bigger tits. "Relax and revel in it." The nameless one, Godking Lowarowain told her before he took her hands, and kissing her hotly with writhing tongue, wrapped them around his godly sex urging her to follow in this dance of lust.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 19:34:01</strong>
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				Zesona's eyes widened ever so slightly as he removed a piece of the mask. It was a good start. Maybe later he'd take off the rest. She forced herself not to stare too hard but she was able to surreptitiously study the newly revealed features. A good mouth with thin lips that had a pleasing shape and a well-shaped chin...<br><br>What about the rest of him? And was it really that significant that she would now be able to kiss him? Her musings ended when he pulled her into his arms and let his hands began to explore her new body.&nbsp; She tilted her head and frowned in curiosity. What did he mean by that? What game?<br><br>Did these dances have some significance in his culture? She'd never heard sex described like that before. It wasn't going to be hard to do just what he asked. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she kissed him back, her lips and tongue meeting his. She liked the way his mouth felt on hers.<br><br>Her body was starting to respond to the promise of what was to come. When he placed her hands around his cock, she smiled into the kiss and tightened her grip. Not too much but enough to make it secure as she began to move her hands up and down, enjoying the feel of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 04:39:08</strong>
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				The godking kissed her bucking his hips in time with her strokes and soon he was cumming it slipped out between her fingers and spattered on the floor and against her thighs. Staying power wasn't a problem. The godking as Zesona had experienced the night before was full of boundless energy (close enough to boundless anyway) she would leave this dance with several orgasms of her own. The reason for the dance would be explained but as he said it wasn't hard to participate one just had to give themselves over to what they wanted. <br><br>Her nameless one took her hand and turned her wildly around pressing his naked boy to her nearly-naked one. He ripped the dress from her with powerful hands and in water-like movements rubbed her with his body. Zesona would feel his manhood press against her bottom as he groped her breasts helping her to get into the flow. Maybe she would understand now. He rubbed her bigger breasts and gyrated, grinding against the daemon. Would she understand? Would she invite him to take her in the dance? <br><br>Only she could decide that. He pushed her down hinting that maybe bending over was a fun thing to do in the wild passion. He punctuated it by sliding three fingers into her sex and releasing her breast. His breathing was steady but heated and deep. "Scream in pleasure for me, my queen..." He whispered in her ear as they became one hot body of lust. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 23:28:42</strong>
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				Their lips met and she took full advantage of the opportunity to explore this new part of him. He tasted nice and she liked the way their mouths meshed. He was thrusting himself into her hand, perfectly timed with her rhythmic strokes. Her free hand rested on his shoulder to help hold her steady. Zesona wanted to watch him erupt between her fingers but she wasn’t about to break the kiss.<br><br>She could feel it, warm and viscous, running down her hand to fall to the floor. Before she could do anything, he turned her around and pressed against her. Already he was full and hard again. Zesona just smiled. He certainly wouldn’t have any trouble keeping her. If anything, it might be the other way around…<br><br>Might. The rest of the dress was pulled away from her abruptly, causing her to gasp. There was nothing separating flesh from flesh now. He pressed himself against the line between those full, firm cheeks while his hands explored her breasts, fuller and heavier than before. <br><br>Zesona wasn’t sure but she thought she knew what he was getting at. She was curious as to ho it would feel. If that was what he wanted.He gently urged her to bend over and she did, spreading her legs a little farther apart. The white hair he seemed to like so much fell over her shoulders. <br><br>When he slid three fingers into her, he would find that she was already damp with growing desire. Bringing him pleasure brought her pleasure. The voice made her shiver and she shivered. She wasn’t quite there, not yet. But she did moan and allowed herself to remember their first time, wonder about what came next. That made her cry out as the pleasure began to build faster.&nbsp; “I am yours, Nameless One,” she said. “Take me as you see fit in this dance…” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 23:46:49</strong>
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				Her words were all the urging he needed he grabbed her wrists and pulled her up before plunging his manhood deep in her and bending her back over in the process. He pummeled her with a series of rabid thrusts that were like the beat of the fastest drummer. He let her hands go so they could find purchase one of the few nearby rails that surrounded the pit-like bed at wide intervals. It was obvious that some forethought had gone into where she would stand at first. It was a good sign that she was willing to sacrifice herself to his appetites. He slapped her ass, always in rhythm with their natural flow. He rubbed her bottom in a manner like a pleased god would. He came in a a rush of hot seed. He felt it fill her and run down her legs. He pulled from her and came all over her ass covering it in hot strings. Grabbing her legs he pulled her from the floor and re-entered her nether-region. Now Zesona would see why physical fitness was crucial to her servitude; now she was hanging by only what hand grips she had. <br><br>It didn't last as long. The nameless one let her down after another orgasm and sat on the floor himself thrusting his pelvis in the air. What she did with his move was the Djinn's choice but the rhythm had its own demands. His body was a sheen of sweat his lions in delicious ruins with his own seed and her wetness; still he was not done. His appetite still unfulfilled. Still there was something about a daemon that appealed to him. Made him want Zesona. "Zesona, are you a faithful follower?" He said more coyly and in flirtation than he had ever said to any of his queens. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 06:47:27</strong>
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				She wasn’t sure how he’d respond to that. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her up right. Her body jerked against his when he entered her. Zesona was still a little sore from last time but the pain added a nice edge to the pleasure. The woman bent over again and reached for the railings, holding on and doing her best to keep up with him.<br><br>The skin on that ample rear end of hers became reddened from the consistent slaps. Giving it a little wiggle as he rubbed it, almost as if to soothe the sting from the slaps. <br>Zesona felt him come and she looked back over her shoulder to watch him. It was <br>almost enough to send her over the edge with him but not quite…<br><br>He pulled out of her and she caught her breath as she felt him cum all over the back of her, liquid running down her legs. Zesona wasn’t surprised when he grabbed her and lifted her off the floor. Her grip on the railing tightened. All she could really do was hold on while he furiously pounded himself into her.<br><br>Her orgasm followed shortly after his. She barely managed to hang on. All she could do was scream her pleasure as her entire body shook with the force of it. Deliciously replete, she turned around to watch him and finally let go of the railings.<br><br>She saw the new position he had assumed and it was rather clear what he wanted. Well, not really, but there weren’t many options.&nbsp; The tone of his question made something delicious smolder in the depths of her eyes, still the same enchanting green. “That depends,” she said as she moved towards him, eyes fixed on his face as she tried to decide what she was going to do with him
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 20:59:32</strong>
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				"Oh, it depends does it?" The nameless one said crawling with swiftness to his queen and wrapping her in a lusty embrace. His powerful arms wrapped around her slender waist and his hands grabbed her rump squeezing the pleasingly ample flesh hotly with his big hands. "What does your faith depend on?" His hands moved slowly up to her shoulders. "Is the word of your nameless godking not enough?" The smile was full of desire. Hot and heavy. He pulled her down until he again sat thrusting his cock upward but this time it was moving between her large breasts. <br><br>"What?" He asked again reminding her of the question. The large head of his exemplary manhood poked out offering itself to her full lips. "Is it that you must fear me?" He smiled a little darkly, "I could do that but you don't seem the type to like the fear-mongering gods. You seem more in tune with the gods of wanton sex, lust, and desire. Maybe she feared the games they'd play but they were honestly harmless. Simple sexual games. <br><br>The godking urged her to take hold of her breasts and please him. "Or do you require more of my seed? More of my gracious gifts?" I can consent to that as well. His hands supported him on the bed but his heart was beating in lusty rhythm for the Djinn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 04:22:38</strong>
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				She molded her body into his, enjoying the strength in that chiseled form. It appeared he really did like her new form. His hands moved up her back and she shivered, the muscles rippling under her skin. It was very nice to be able to see his smile. "You have a very nice smile," she said softly.<br><br>Zesona followed his lead as he pulled her down, the member still glistening with the juices from their earlier dance. She pressed her arms together so her breasts closed around him. This wasn't something they hadn't tried yet. There were many things they had yet to try... And she was looking forward to learning more about these dances.<br><br>She placed her hands on his thighs to help steady her, making sure not to put too much pressure there. Slowly she moved her body up, causing the head to disappear in the valley of her cleavage before she slid back down. Her tongue slipped out to give him a quick, teasing lick when his length was in reach of her mouth again.<br><br>"That might help," she said teasingly. "But I only fully devote myself to those that prove themselves worthy..." And not everyone in the pantheon her people worshiped merited reverence. Her smile suggested that while she wasn't entirely convinced that he was a deity, she had deemed him worthy of her respect. And he was as good as a god, who could sentence her to death or reward her on a whim...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 22:41:18</strong>
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				The godking smiled again. "So forward, so confident..." he cooed thrusting between her breasts more rapidly. An orgasm hit him and coated the tops of her orbs in his copious seed. He continued to allow her to use them to pleasure him as he played the game of banter. "Maybe you should pray to me and make offerings. If you're sincere you shall have them all granted." It was a little game but a serious one nonetheless. After releasing on her big breasts a few more times he pulled from the now sopping cleavage and gently pushed the Djinn back on her curvier ass. "Go on pray." he said his voice with a hard edge and much desire. <br><br>Kneeling down he lowered his head to her sex and using his newly freed mouth he lay at her with an assault. His tongue skillfully thrusting into her sex and his mouth wrapping itself around it as if to eat it. "Pray he urged. Cry out scream to me to grant your wishes, Zesona." He returned to her womanhood. The Djinn was proving herself able and resourceful. She might be the one to bear his next incarnation... if it were possible. <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 22:05:46</strong>
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				"I think you rather like that about me," she responded, looking up at him with a smile before redirecting her gaze downwards to where his hardness had just emerged from the valley between her full breasts only to disappear between the lush mounds again. When he climaxed, Zesona closed her eyes so she could focus on other senses. It never felt quite the same...<br><br>She didn't stop and it wasn't surprising that he was ready to go again almost instantly. "That is most definitely something to bear in mind... Nameless One." Her voice was a little breathless as she continued to work to please him. It was a constant game between them and the fact that she was still learning the rules excited rather than frustrated her. <br><br>The shove back had her hands whipping behind her to catch herself, leaving her legs spread quite provocatively to give him a good glance down the front of her body from the generous bust and the dark, hard peaks of her nipples to the slit between her legs, gleaming with moisture. His seed ran down the front of her body, pearly drops beckoning the eye to follow their progress.<br><br>What was he-? Oh... Oh! Zesona gasped, arching herself into his mouth as his lips and tongue went to work. Her body's reaction was immediate. Everything tightened, a tingle spreading through her. She moaned, tilting her head back.<br><br>"Fortunately... worship... takes many forms... Not all of them... involving words," she managed to gasp. Words really were inadequate sometimes and even if she'd had the vocabulary to describe what she was feeling, she wouldn't have been able to find the words. Her mind was already clouding over delicious, an electric warmth consuming her body.<br><br>There were two words that did come to mind though. "Yes," she breathed, encouraging him to take the exploration of her womanhood deeper and make it even more intimate. If that was even possible... "More." That was all she wanted, all she needed at the moment. More of the pleasures of the flesh he was showing her. More of his skilled attentions. More of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 01:18:28</strong>
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				Zesona's nameless deity urged his tongue into spastic frenzies when she begged him for more. His hands clamped tighter over her bottom as he eagerly brought his tongue to pleasure the soft, hot center. His breathing was heavy but measured. It was all about pleasuring a very loyal follower. One who was not adverse to other kinds of piety. He ran the tip lovingly over his slave-queens aroused clitoris. Flicking it defiantly daring her to release her praises. When she did he would ram his tongue down into her again not letting her rest. He would make her feel the delights he felt in so man releases. He had plans for Zesona. She would only become stronger. Physically, mentally, and intimately; she would learn her dances and how to be with him in bed all night. <br><br>It was high demands. The godking had broken several of Zesona's land's women. They were frail and though not as appealing they had a tender deliciousness to them. Still they had to be expelled from his chambers. He often thought of Zesona taking on a more petite curvaceousness so that he might feel that delicious frailty again without actually harming her. Not as skinny as those girls but lithe. <br><br>Still that was not tonight. Tonight they danced in lust. Nameless one eagerly ate his slave's womanhood urging her to buck wildly. She wasn't a delicate rose but a wildflower. Zesona could take it and give what he demanded. She had to, otherwise excommunication was her fate. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 03:41:59</strong>
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				He held her firmly so she couldn't accidentally jerk away. Zesona was fully aware of how much she had to learn but she was going to do her best. Thus far he'd done nothing to make her think he deserved less. He seemed to like it when she showed him just what she thought of what he was doing so she didn't hold back.<br><br>There were only a few words interspersed with the moans and gasps. Mostly it was just inarticulate sounds that MIGHT have been words if she wasn't too distracted to think of them. All of them were quite complimentary though, praising his skill, his stamina, his physique or urging him onward. Her body spoke eloquently as well, shivering and pulsing with each perfectly placed stroke of his tongue.<br><br>She could get used to being his Slave Queen. It was a far better position than most of her countrymen had found themselves in. And there was no substitute for <em>this</em>. God or not, he was king. Zesona was determined to please him. So far she'd done a fine job of keeping up with him and she planned to continue that trend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 19:36:33</strong>
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				The godking would give her two orgasms, not content until she released twice. He bucked his head roughly into her crotch and thrust into her over and over. Wild and hot, it was an erotic and awesome sight to see. When Zesona had received her pleasure he would push her down until she straddled his waist before his large cock. "That's the end of the dance for now, my queen." It was obvious the dance was done, but if she wanted to play with or have the large specimen of manliness he wouldn't deny her. "You did very well... are you tired?" He spoke sincerely.<br><br>He rubbed her ass and lazily watched her sit atop him for a while. "You have a natural affinity, maybe because you're a daemon?" He smiled. "As a reward, I have a few gifts for you, in the morning and you may have tomorrow free. You may rest, learn, dance, have women slaves, or come in go in court as you please. I must say I'm pleasantly tired, usually women faint before I reach any real satisfaction."<br><br>The godking extricated himself from her and went to bed, "Let us retire." he patted the empty space next to him. "As you've learned it gets much... colder at night hear a warm companion is welcome... oh and you may take whatever form you wish. I'm am done with that one for now."<br><br>It was obvious the king was happy with the new queen. Very, very happy. He would lay half atop her as they slept enjoying the feel of her pressed against him while she slept in the curve of his body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 05:38:51</strong>
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				Zesona's first orgasm crashed over her without warning. She screamed and threw back her head, shaking from the force of it and the effort it was taking to remain still so she didn't pull away. His lips continued to suck as his tongue teased and stroked. Her womanhood was pulsing and aching almost painfully. But it felt too good to be a bad thing.<br><br>Soon she had cum again, another loud cry that would surely be heard outside the room torn from her throat. Gasping for breath, she brushed her hair away from her face as he pulled her down. She leaned into him, completely sated. There was a very pleased smile on her face. "A little," she admitted. When he suggested that her natural sensuality had something to do with her being a daemon, she shrugged. Maybe.<br><br>Her eyes widened. Gifts? She hadn't been expecting that. "You honor me," she said. The sentiment was sincere. Zesona smiled at him when he said that he was pleasantly satisfied and leaned forward to plant a quick kiss against his lips. "Thank you." Slipping off his lap, she knelt on the floor and watched him. <br><br>Zesona moved to the spot he had indicated. When he indicated that he was done with the form, she nodded. Her form shifted into the one that he had first seen. Snuggling against him, she sighed. Now that she wasn't in the throes of pleasure, she was aware of the chill in the air. His solid bulk behind her was very reassuring. Soon she had sank into a deep restful sleep, a little smile on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 22:47:34</strong>
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				The godking enjoyed the natural feeling of what must be Zesona's original form for her to take it so easily. Morning came early and he let the curvaceous demon-queen of his sleep. Still he brought in the first gift early. It was a Rock Tiger cub. It was a big baby with big paws and it's eye blinded. The godking gently let the blinder off so it could see Zesona and him at the same time. Now through wonder of natural imprinting the cub would know them as its parents. It was a friend for when Zesona couldn't be with him. "Wake, my queen." he gently said shaking her. The cub padded around it's gray and white striped body was awkward and fuzzy but adorable. Yet gave a yowling mew. <br><br>The godking still wore the bedroom mask and had bathed but made no move to ready for court. "I'll leave you two alone to get to know one another." He whispered leaving the cub, "Come join me whenever, but if you do highlight your hair with red please." He kissed her on the jaw before placing the thick blanket around Zesoa and walking to prepare for his subjects. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 02:31:37</strong>
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				Zesona let herself sleep deeply. She just pulled the blankets tighter around her when the Godking rose and shifted a little before settling back down. The sleeping female blinked her eyes. Peering at the Godking through heavy-lidded eyes still clouded with sleep, she smiled as she slowly sat up.<br><br>Before she could say anything, she saw the adorable creature he had placed on the bed. Her eyes widened. Shaking her head and rubbing her eyes to assure herself that she was awake after all and not hallucinating the image, she slowly extended a trembling hand towards the creature. The other ran through her hair to straighten it a little.<br><br>The cub was real. It moved towards her hand and sniffed it before giving it a little lick. Mewling again, it soon inserted itself under her fingers, arching its back into it. Zesona smiled again as she started to scratch her new pet's back. It was wonderful. Her eyes were alight with affection and pleasure, face glowing with an almost maternal warmth.<br><br>When he spoke, she remembered that she wasn't alone. "Thank you," she said. Whether for the gift, her time to enjoy it, or both was uncertain. Nodding, she would make sure that she took the form that had so pleased him the night before as well as give herself red hair like he had asked. Watching him go, she was soon engaged in playing with the cub again. They would have to think of a name for it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 22:03:05</strong>
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				There wasn't much to do. The godking dressed in fine gold and white robes with red accents but court was slow and boring today. It was his occupation to settle the problems of the many lands he controlled, still his time with his daemon were far more appreciative. He was thinking about declaring it a holiday today just so he wouldn't have to be here. Yes a day to celebrate his new queen but still such things couldn't be done responsibly. Zesona as wonderful and eager as she was hardly deserved her own day... so soon.<br><br>Mostly today was internal affairs. His own people. Mostly gifts. He got three new slaves, and he thought about seeing if Zesona wanted any of them to be her handmaidens. Later. The white and red mask he wore was a heavy porcelain that depicted a neutral god as always. He had to stifle a yawn. He hadn't bothered to look at the sundial to see how late it was but any time without his new queen seemed to drag on. She was probably enjoying herself and that was what was important. She was a quick learner and very good at her job. <br><br>He smiled beneath the mask at that thought. Still, he thought he liked this queen of his over any he'd had. Sadly his law was not kind to failed queens. The most he could do was place them in some noble official's smaller harem where he knew they would be cared after. Still he'd never had a slave-queen before. Just slaves...<br><br>The godking reigned in his wandering mind. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 23:29:58</strong>
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				Zesona lost track of time playing with the cub. When the little thing finally got tired and curled up on a pile of blankets, she sighed and leaned back. It was kind of strange having so much free time. She would have enjoyed her lessons but he had given her the day to herself. But she had no idea what to do with herself.<br><br>She did take a nice leisurely bath while she thought about it. As she dried herself off, her form shifted. Hair lengthened and became curly. It was a rich red color while her skin was fair to contrast with it. A few freckles were scattered across the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were still the same beautiful shade of green.<br><br>None of the handmaids who helped her dress seemed surprised by the changes in her appearance. Zesona decided to wear an elegant dress that still displayed her form to the best advantage. The fabric was a vivid magenta and had a sheen to it. It hugged her curves and there were two long slits up the side of the skirt. Cut low, it exposed the top of her full breasts.<br><br>She smiled at the Godking as she moved to take her place by him. There was nowhere else she'd rather be. Court had been fun the other day. What else would she learn?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 03:41:03</strong>
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				The godking was pleased when his queen lay her head in his lap. There wasn't a lot going on but another dispute had reared its ugly head near the end of the half-day of court. "Zesona, my queen." He remarked neutrally like he always did in court. "I would like you to tell the men why they waste my time by telling me why each of them thinks they should have a river that runs right down the middle of both their new property lines." It wasn't a hard question and it was obvious from the way he asked it there was a verdict already in mind but he was testing his queen again.<br><br>The godking would wait patiently while his slave-queen displayed her smarts to the two peasants before he would take her back to their chambers for lunch. He joined her in the bedroom in a short while wearing red, light robes of gauzy material. "I see you decided to join me after all." He said gently. "I trust you enjoyed yourself. The mouth was free again and this lunch was not going to be the kind they'd had before. <br><br>"I'm more interested in your powers as of late. I know you're body shifts to pleasurable degrees..." His voice dropped to a husky tone, "But I'm curious what other powers do you posses? I don't care if they're mundane. I would like to know, or would you prefer to distract me from ever answering?" His lips quirked in a small smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 00:02:43</strong>
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				Zesona blinked at the two men. "There are better uses for your resources," she said simply. "Neither of you really needs it. It would be a waste of time, energy, and funds that could be devoted to existing projects." Why did they want a river down the middle of their property anyway?<br><br>It was irrelevant; they weren't getting it. Lunchtime came around. She was actually hungry. What was their little cub doing? They had to name it at some point. It was something she would bring up later. "Yes, I had a pleasant morning and I enjoyed court."<br><br>She stared at his mouth for a moment. Zesona smiled at him. "I would like that," she said, stepping towards him but not reaching for him. "The question is what do you want more? Answers or... distractions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 00:11:04</strong>
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				"Good answer." He cooed. "I'm a god and don't you think rightfully I should have both?" He passed her a plate of food. "Eat first and tell me... then you can distract me with a showing." Zesona was far more interesting. She'd handled a court in a very strange way. Denying both men the use of the river when they could have used it as a border between the two still he saw her point. Wasteful bickering denies both anything useful. <br><br>He wanted to know more about her. "How are daemons like yourself born?" He asked eating his food politely but not at all a nibble at a time. "My sorcerers say you're not loved in your homeland; I find this strange. You make a wonderful and fascinating, not to mention talented lover..."<br><br>The godking moved closer to her at the corner. His hand softly stroked a voluptuous thigh longingly. It slid up her side swiftly and groped her big breast. He continued to eat but his touches were not bashful. He knew he owned his own Djinn and her body was his to have as he wished. That she enjoyed being his queen only made it easier to enjoy her mind, body, and charm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 07:55:16</strong>
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				She would have to have the men come back at some point, explain more clearly and fully why they wanted that river and what good it would do other than serving as a barrier between their properties. It seemed like they had both been badgering and whining rather than explaining things. Later, though, when the Godking wasn't intent on other things. "A god should indeed have whatever they desire," she said as she reached for the plate and began to eat.<br><br>"A true djinn is not born, they are summoned," she explained. "No one knows where they come from but once summoned they can be bound to the one that summoned them and have many powers that I do not. They are very clever creatures who delight in playing with words and can often trick anyone who manages to bind them into giving them their freedom.<br><br>"They are mysterious, powerful creatures that prize their freedom very highly. Some are good, some are not. I've never understood the fear of them but I am a bit biased. And a half-breed like me is seen as an abomination, an unholy product of a union that should never have been, two worlds that should never meet so."<br><br>She looked down and took a drink. It was a sore subject with her. Zesona looked back up at him and took a bite, putting a smile back on her face. Soon enough it was a real smile as she felt his touch. "I am glad that you don't think of me that way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 21:53:12</strong>
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				"I would never have. You're fascinating." The godking finished his food. "My people are often seen as barbaric because of our approach to sex, our warlike nature, and the way women are often treated, but what few people don't realize is our rich culture... and other delights in our person as you have found... though your case is special; I am a god after all. Still I'm interested in seeing what powers you do posses. Even if they're mundane." He reiterated the point, "Then we can play a little game, but I'm not going to let you talk around the subject anymore." <br><br>The godking looked out the small windows of the circular bedchamber. Snow was thick and heavy. The tiger cub was still asleep. Babies spent half their young lives asleep that's partly why they're called rock-tigers. They don't move very much. The godking smiled and move himself even closer than he had been.<br><br>"Go on Zesona." He urged slipping fabric gently from her shoulders. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 19:27:43</strong>
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				Zesona actually blushed and looked down. No man had ever managed to fluster her so. She continued to eat as he spoke. No one had ever been so interested in what she was capable of either. How to actually tell him... Would he believe her?<br><br>"Well, I have premonitions," she said. "I have dreams that sometimes come true. I am very lucky, to put it lightly. Sometimes I just seem to know things I shouldn't be able to. Things tend to happen when I get upset or angry..."<br><br>The sleeves of her dress slipped down her arms. "Um, I have a penchant for divination." Had she been allowed to discover it, she would have had a knack for enchanting or blessing objects or making charms. "Wards and blessings from me are very effective."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 17:50:15</strong>
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				"Hmm..." It was hard for the godking to hide a little disappointment at the non-intimate nature of her other powers but still, she might be useful, "I shall make an appointment for your to see my sorceress's. They might be able to work with you... but that depends do you like women? Like everything else in my land much of our most important magic is formed in the heat of passion. If you do not care for women it is no loss." It was clear he wouldn't hand her over to the male magicians. The magics are probably incongruous anyways... often is the case."<br><br>"Enough of business." He said with a powerful wave of a hand. "I'm still feeling very grateful and am willing to allow you a certain level of leeway in questions you might have for my kingdom and myself." He held his hands apart in an open and warm gesture. "Come let us be close and you can entice me with your daemon ways." He walked over to the pit-like bed and disrobed down to his trousers. Normally he would be naked but he just wanted to feel Zesona not perform a ritual on her. <br><br>The godking had never show such affection to any of his previous queens but this fascinating slave had a willingness that none of them had had.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 20:15:55</strong>
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				Her eyes widened. No one had ever suggested she do anything with her powers except control them. The chance to learn to use them was very exciting. She was beaming. "I don't know if I like women," she admitted. Zesona had always found the female form attractive. "But I'd be willing to find out."<br><br>She walked over to the bed and snuggled up against him. There was silence as she figured out what she wanted to know most of all. Her lessons were probably going to cover a lot but maybe he&nbsp; wouldn't be so willing to share with her other times.<br><br>"Tell me about the position of Godking," he said. "Does it precede this country? How does one become the Godking?" she asked. Their worlds were so far apart... Could they ever bridge the gap?<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 01:11:54</strong>
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				"Ah, the godking is what you wish to know..." He turned to her and rubbed her farthest breast groping it gently, "Godkings have ruled this land since it has been known as this land. Names are very temporary if useful things. I don't need to know you as Zesona to know you're my queen--but I digress." <br><br>"I'm the Ninety-Eighth Glorious Reincarnation of the First Godking Tele'thar Mannt. Each godking has many sons or just one, that is up to the spirit of the First to decide but eventually the son that is best emerges and is obviously the growing next incarnation. Which brings me to a very important question I've been putting off. Zesona my queen, as a Djinn--a daemon are you able to bear me a child? And no there have been no godqueens as far as I know. Only men." He added the last part as both a preemptive move and to soften the question for his queen. <br><br>"Anything else..." he added softly rubbing her soft, large mound deeply. He couldn't keep his hands from her various curves. She made him desire him, "I have another question. Are Djinn particularly seductive? I've not desired a woman like this since I was a young godling..." He smiled though the majority of the facial expression was hidden by the mask. "A godling is a son sixteen years or more who's not chosen or yet chosen as godking, by the way." It was confusing but it wasn't hard to learn. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 07:56:50</strong>
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				She nodded and turned her head up to look at him, shifting when he grabbed her breast. Zesona listened intently as he explained the process. In her land, it was the eldest son of the king that ruled, no matter what. It was refreshing to hear that the one best suited for the position emerged.<br><br>Well, so far. She had a lot to learn about the history of the land. Had their ever been a bad Godking? Or was their rule accepted and endured because the people revered them too much? So much to discover... It was hard to focus on what he was saying with so much on her mind.<br><br>"I have my monthly courses regularly," she said. "So there is every reason to think that I am able to bear strong, healthy children." Clearly interbreeding between djinn and humans was possible. Zesona was living proof of that. And she wasn't even fully "daemon."<br><br>When he mentioned a godling, any confusion on her face soon cleared. That made sense. "They can be," she said, "when they choose to be. Most possess a certain powerful appeal, but that appeal isn't necessarily physical. They are feared for good reason."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 19:23:07</strong>
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				Now it was the godking's turn to look confused. "You always refer to Djinn as they, not like me or my people. You do not think yourself Djinn or daemon? What then do you call yourself?" The massaging of her breast eased when the confusion hit him. "You have very strange ways of answering my questions." He mused. His mouth descended to her neck and he kissed the sensitive flesh hotly. "Maybe I should say, 'does my queen think she's very seductive, does she think herself magical, or beautiful." <br><br>His lips traveled a heated path to the tops of her breasts the hand that was massaging them moved between curvaceous thighs. "Don't think your form change to what I requested last night has gone unnoticed or forgotten my queen..." he breathed huskily, "Do you have other desires to pleasure me? Should we play a game?" He teased her stripping her dress away fractions at a time. <br><br>Talk was well and good but action was much more important to the godking. She couldn't lie to him with her body. Zesona's eager and honest nature aroused him. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 23:56:01</strong>
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				Zesona's smile was bitter but none of that rancor was directed at him. "I am not fully djinn, I am not fully human. How could I consider myself either?" It had not been an easy lot. Just like she guessed his upbringing had been difficult too, what with knowing you were going to rule one day and being groomed for leadership and all the lessons and training he'd probably had to go through...<br><br>"She does when she's around you," she replied softly, all bitterness gone from her face when he kissed her&nbsp; neck. It was hard not to feel special around him. The dress slipped further down her body and eventually it was removed. By that time, she was more than willing to pleasure him.<br><br>"Yes, I'd like that," she said as she turned to face him. She pressed her lips to his neck, letting her tongue run along the skin. She loved the taste of him. "What did you have in mind?" she whispered against his skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 01:25:36</strong>
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				"Well, the game is as such: you will play a damsel and I a hero but I would like you to play more innocently you take to lovemaking so well it is hard to believe your inexperience at it so this little game should be fun. I will tie you to that wall over there." He pointed, "And you will adopt the most petite, but still curvaceous form you can soft and little. Sexual games are great pass-time for cold months." He picked her up and took her to the wall. There were no chains just leather ropes and soft adjustable manacles of leather and fleece. It was obvious rape was not their use but playful bondage, "Oh no better!" He said halfway to tying her to the wall. "Play one of those wish granting Djinn. Detained as I've often read they are." <br><br>He slapped her rump. "Go dress for the part, and I will play myself ruler of daemons. It's just some fun." He reminded her. The godking waited for her to return and bound her to the wall legs free but arms bound over her head forcing her breasts to jut out. "You shall be an evil seducer that I shall have to tame, promising me wishes but I will not yield. Would that entertain you as well? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 00:29:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zesona arched an eyebrow. That sounded... different. But very fun. She glanced over at the wall. There was nothing threatening about the implements of play on it. The restraints were designed to be comfortable and nonthreatening. Designed for pleasure not pain.<br><br>She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to it and she leaned forward to get a better look. Unfortunately she couldn't touch them. Everything was just out of reach. Though maybe if she made her arms longer...&nbsp; Zesona was considering doing just that as he slapped the round, firm rear end he seemed so fond of.<br><br>"I think it would, though not so much as the first idea," she said. They would have ample opportunity to try these ideas and more, she was sure. She gave him a quick kiss before hurrying to change into something that could work for either role.<br><br>When she came out, she was wrapped in a single piece of sheer white cloth. Her hair was the same color but she was much smaller and still curvaceous though there was something delicate about her build. The cloth was draped around her, hinting at the curves, and brushed the floor. <br><br>She sauntered across the room to stand by the wall between the restraints, reaching her arms up. "So which one did you want to do?" she asked. Her attire could work for either role.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 16:53:05</strong>
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				"I think we'll start with the damsel." he cooed as he slipped the leather cuffs around her now-delicate arms. "Now onto the game." The godking stepped back appraising her new build. It would feel fun to have that kind of delicate twinge unable to stand against his masculine roughness. "I have saved you, young lady." He said rather convincingly, acting was one of those subjects he had to learn. "I am now your God but I demand... sacrifices..." It was obviously a retelling of how he and Zesona had first been together but with her less capable.<br><br>A big hand covered a smaller but no-less curvy breast and he squeezed the fruit firmly, testing the waters. He would ravage her tinier body when she played a full Djinn but now he would let her familiarize herself with how he wanted to play. The godking quickly dropped his pants. While his manhood had been exemplary before, against Zesona's more petite frame it looked even bigger. He lowered his mouth to her neck. "Sing your praises to your new ruler." He cooed rubbing his shaft against her sex; drawing the length up and down it slowly. "Beg me to take you..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 07:35:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zesona nodded. Her arms were more slender and the skin was whiter. The cuffs were fastened around her wrists. They were just as comfortable as they looked. She closed her eyes as she slipped into character. When she opened them, they were wide. The girlish figure nodded when he began to explain the scenario.<br><br>She drew in her breath when he squeezed her breast. Her nipple hardened under his palm. Zesona looked down at him as he rubbed his length against her. He looked ever larger beside her smaller frame. She closed her eyes and trembled, leaning her head back so it rested against the wall.<br><br>She could grow to like this. "Please, my lord, my god, take me," she said. "So large and strong, so virile... Take me." And oh, how she wanted him to. Rolling her hips, she rubbed herself back against him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 17:59:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The godking obliged her but he did so politely. Putting his lips to her slender neck he kissed it hotly to help ease the unfamiliarity as he slid inch after thick, long inch of his godly spear into her. For a moment he didn't think Zesona would be able to take it in but as the last inch slid home he found his queen's curvy but tiny shape was perfectly accommodating. He would have more fun "taming the wild and petite Djinn" but Zesona's damsel roll brought him to arousal just the same.<br><br>Her small frame shook with powerful thrusts and he rubbed her breasts mouthing them greedily after a time. He soon came in his rapid fashion and felt more slide out and coat thigh and leg than stay in. It aroused him further. "Beg me to fill you again, beg your beloved god!" He cried out in the heat of their lovemaking. <br><br>Zesona was such a perfect slave-queen for him. She was eager and willing and everything he proposed only made her more aroused and interested. Most women balked at him as he ravaged their bodies, but she seemed eager to please. It might be for her own preservation he knew, but still she seemed a little to eager for simply surviving. He began to think she liked the lifestyle. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:50:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was no need for him to be gentle. As always her walls would grip him tightly but it would not be painful for either of them. Her body was ready for him. It was rather delicious the way he slowly slid into her.<br><br>She moaned when his mouth closed on her breasts. He came soon. Something warm and viscous trickled down her legs. Zesona glanced down to watch it. Of course he was hard again very quickly.<br><br>"Fill me again, my lord, please," she begged breathlessly. Her body strained towards his but she could only get so close to him thanks to the restraint. That was rather the point of them after all. "Please..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 17:57:24</strong>
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				Lifting her up her renewed his thrusts. Her legs held by his arms he hotly smashed his pelvis into her now more-exposed sex. Grunts issued from his lips as his hands clasped her petite but plump ass. Fingers slid down the cleft and he spread it gently sinking more of his cock into her. Zesona appeared unfazed by the impact on her smaller body. The godking gave a loud moan and came again still pounding away at her. <br><br>Passionately he pushed her against the wall still cradling her ass. He loved coming in her the way she almost greedily accepted him. Most women balked at such a virile display but Zesona seemed to embrace it. Aware of her needs but bored of the first part of the game; eager to move to the darker one he let her down and unshackled her. "Don't worry, I will not leave you dissatisfied my queen." He cooed gently. Placing a hand on her cheek her urged her to quickly get cleaned up. "I would think a Dijinn might be a darker woman..." He suggested. <br><br>When she would get back from her cleaning he would shackle her legs and feet to the floor in a kneeling position. Soft manacles binding her. There was enough play in them so she could either be on her knees or on all fours but she had to kneel before him. "You're evil ways have failed Djinn!" He said adopting the play acting again. "You will not seduce me, but I have uses for your bound body. You are mine and you shall worship me, start with my cock." The godking crossed his arms and presented the member to the 'captive'. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 23:46:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She wrapped her legs around him as best she could. They weren't quite as long as they were naturally but they did the trick. Zesona gasped when she felt his fingers at her flesh, prying her further apart. More of his length disappeared between her folds. <br><br>A lesser woman would have been jarred by the force of his thrusts but Zesona was no mere woman. Even in a seemingly more delicate form, she was quite hardy. Breath left her lungs in a whoosh when he pushed her against the wall. Zesona felt him climax again, deep inside. She was so very close... If he'd just kept on a moment more she would have orgasmed herself but he set her down and unshackled her. <br><br>Nodding, she headed to go get cleaned up for him, altering her features and coloration. The woman that emerged had much the same build but there was something feline and very feral about her features. Her skin was much darker, a rich bronzed tone. Almond shaped eyes that were slanted, high angular cheekbones, a heart-shaped face whose exotic features were rather sharp, gave her a rather alien appearance. Her hair was its natural hue, a jet black that shimmered with different highlights. <br><br>She knelt so he could shackle her to the floor with the same kinds of restraints he'd used for her wrists. For the moment Zesona chose to kneel, sitting back on her heels. She looked up at him; even though she wasn't trying, her eyes glittered fiercely.<br><br>She too slipped into the role. There was a tremor to her body. One moment she was sitting back on her heels, the neck she had taken in him her mouth. She was not wasting any time. Her full lips were pulled back so the edges of her teeth scraped along him, flirting with the fine line between pleasure and pain as her head bobbed back and forth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 17:18:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The godking didn't groan or moan. He was a man in perfect control of his own body. His cock throbbed in her eager mouth and he felt the teeth. It was something no woman would have ever done with him. He liked it, still it had to be "punished" in a way. After all he could not brook such insolence from an "evil" creature. Sliding his hand in her obsidian hair he cradled her skull and forced his lordly member into the back of her throat.<br><br>Bucking into her mouth he came quickly. Filling the back of her throat with his seed and pulling his cock from her lips. Thick streams spattered onto her face and lips. "See what you get you evil creature. I'm mightier than you." He said in play. "Now use your hands and receive more of my gifts. The thought of Zesona's bronze body covered in hot white seed made the godking hard in instants. Nothing could really stop him from having a woman as long as he wanted. Such were the benefits of quasi-godhood. <br><br>He knelt before her form so that Zesona could actually reach his cock with her restricted movement. Sitting on the floor her let the rod of his manhood jut up. She could even use her breasts as he sat a ways under her. "Djinn. You are my slave and you will pleasure me." He ordered, continuing the game. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 01:53:28</strong>
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				Another man might have moaned or even gasped. Another man might have not liked the application of teeth. But the Godking was no ordinary man. The control he had of his body rivaled her own. One hand cradled the back of her skull and forced more of himself into her mouth.<br><br>She felt him bumping against the back of her throat as he thrust himself into her mouth. It wasn't long before hot liquid spilled into her mouth. Some of it trickled from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin. He hadn't quite finished as he pulled out. Zesona didn't lean away but she closed her eyes to shield them as his seed spattered her cheeks and lips.<br><br>Zesona slowly licked them as she watched him. Before her eyes he was hard and ready for him again. The smile that spread across her face could almost have been a grimace. He knelt before her and she leaned towards him so her lips were almost against his, letting her hands slide down his body, digging her nails into the skin. Finally she clasped her hands, twining her fingers around him and began to move them up and down, eyes never leaving his face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 23:40:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Again the godking thrust against Zesona's firm grip. He felt her rock with his mighty thrusts. He reached out to put a hand in her long, dark hair. Grabbing it forcefully he played roughly making sure she stroked him like an evil djinn would. Grunting for effect he let loose another of his virile orgasms. His seed shot from between her fingers and hit her more in the chest region this time. He watched some of his seed run over her small, firm breasts. His arousal would not die. <br><br>He knew Zesona could take it. He'd tested her endurance over the past days while they engaged in the various sexual acts and dances. She was a real slave-queen. An incarnation of the goddess Valna-Pa herself. The bound maiden of lust and desire. The godking gave an inward smile at the analogy he drew between the immortal and his mortal slave. <br><br>"Now Djinn I will have your body, you will scream in rapturous agony at the pleasure you will feel." He said kissing her seed-soaked lips nipping roughly, playing like Zesona played. The godking swiftly but with seeming patience took his place at the shackled Djinn's rump. He kissed it and began running his large cock up between her cheeks making it harder and more desirous to her. He wouldn't even penetrate her until her ass matched her face and tits. White rivulets traced lines along the plump, petite curves of her rump. "Beg me to take you, daemon-slave." He ordered. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 22:44:26</strong>
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				Her body rocked in time with his thrusts. She obeyed the silent cues. This slightly more violent play seemed to suit both of them. It was hard not to enjoy it. Zesona didn't lean back when he came, letting his seed coat the front of her body. There was something appealing about the feeling of it running down her skin.<br><br>Of course he was still hard. Her eyes gleamed as she waited to see what he planned to do to her next. She was at his mercy. Nipping him right back, she was on all fours as he positioned himself behind her. Zesona bit her lip as he began to rub himself in the groove of her ass.<br><br>He was teasing her, so close to the part of her body that was aching for him to touch her. "Please take me," she breathed. For a moment she slipped out of the persona of captive Djinn and back into herself. After all, the captive probably wouldn't have sounded quite so sincere in her begging or her voice so husky and full of raw need.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 22:55:29</strong>
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				That was all the godking needed. He slammed his cock home into her warm sheath. It was tight and hot with need. He liked that. He leaned over her like a bull in heat ramming it home and pulling it out over and over. He was wild, bestial. This was his full roughness, and he knew Zesona would enjoy the lack of restraint. Most of his slaves, or former queens cried and weeped at his full power so he had learned to be more gentle. Zesona simply felt hungry. <br><br>He wouldn't stop. He pounded her curves with his might. He grunted in heat. This wasn't some ritual he held in high regard. This was a naughty game him was playing. He came several times. Keeping himself inside her each time until his spasms died and he only resumed his mechanical assault. His hands held her curves roughly, The godking fondled her breasts, squeezed her nipples. He let out a moan and came again. This time he graced the outside of her with another large gift of his virility. <br><br>The godking would not leave her unsatisfied, not a good queen like Zesona. She was already the best slave-queen he'd ever had. She filled him with lust and desire. He wanted her to have joy in release. Many releases. He wanted her to be so many things. The grunts of exertion gave way to throaty moans of pleasure. Pleasure at his queen, her eagerness, and, of course, the act. She made him happy, a rare thing indeed. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 06:26:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zesona gasped as he slammed himself into her again and again. Her body was more than ready for him, aching from pleasure and pain at the fierce assault to her senses. She moaned, somehow managing to sustain the sound steadily despite his thrusts.<br><br>His hands moved up her body to grip her breasts, pinching the nipples. A flash of exquisite sensations blurred her vision. Again and again, he came inside her, on her. Her skin was a mess of sweat and his seed that ran down her body in hot white rivulets.<br><br>It was getting to be too much for her. The waves running through her kept building and building until it broke. She threw her head back and arched her back, shaking with the force of her climax. Her entire body spasmed as the moan became a scream of delight. When it ended, she panted, feeling the wave already building as he continued to thrust into her body, which was even more sensitive and yielding under his.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 04:36:49</strong>
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				Gently the godking pulled from her after one last torrent of his godly power was displayed. "I do believe I'm a bit tired, my queen." He said signifying the game was over. He let her down and gently held her up cradling her probably ecstatic, but limp state. "You may adopt a more usual form now. Something soft and yielding, nice to sleep upon would please me greatly. He gently took her to the bath and deposited her in the marble tub full of hot water. <br><br>The godking himself casually joined her. "Tomorrow, we're testing you for magic more akin to our land's." He informed her. "It does require a more female touch but I shall be there too to help with the process." The godking himself was of course magic but he was unsure how Zesona was going to take having a female for what was essentially the act of lovemaking. He would simply be there to help act as a conduit if the witch could not meld with Zesona's magic directly. Zesona seemed to meld with him well enough. <br><br>"Are you excited, my queen. My most favorite queen." She could very well be the next incarnation of the goddess of love, sex, and desire. That was what every godking hoped to find in their queen. She was his most beautiful, beloved slave. He'd not had need to take any of his other harem since her arrival. A very good testament to her ability. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 21:20:15</strong>
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				She climaxed again shortly after he did. When he said he was a bit tired, she nodded. "Me too," she admitted breathlessly. He released her from her bindings before taking her in his arms. It felt nice to just be held like that. <br><br>Zesona nodded again, form shifting as he placed her in the water. It felt so good... Her hair was white again and she was her usual height, perhaps a bit curvier and more feminine. Her muscles didn't have the definition they normally did. <br><br>She began to gently wash herself and dipped under the water for a moment before surfacing. "I look forward to it," she said. She was quite curious about the magic he spoke of and whether or not she would be able to tap into it.<br><br>Zesona smiled at him. "Yes," she said. "I am eager to learn all I can of this land and its people." Being his queen hadn't been so bad at all. With luck, it would stay that way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 23:18:57</strong>
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				"Then let us bathe, eat, and sleep." He said washing her gently. He focused mainly on removing their combined sexual mess, but sometimes rubbed along Zesona's body with his own. The bath was to be kept short, or at least in company of the godking. He bade her stay if she wished but he cleaned himself promptly and went to have dinner served. He was so exhausted and happy he could sleep forever but he knew that tomorrow he would be eager to see his queens potential. <br><br>The food was hot and steamy when it was delivered. The godking, sat and waited patiently as the maids unloaded a small dinner onto the table. He would continue to wait until Zesona joined him. The day would be a good one for remembering. Zesona had exceeded all his expectations. <br><br>Some might say it was unfair she could shift into a thousand tempting forms to keep her master amused but he knew he would still desire Zesona if only for her eager willingness. She wasn't just obedient she was interested. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 07:29:19</strong>
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				Zesona was perfectly capable of getting herself clean but she enjoyed his gentle ministrations. She closed her eyes and leaned into it. It was very sensual. She decided to soak in the hot water for a little bit longer and luxuriated in drying herself off before she slipped into a robe and joined him.<br><br>The food smelled delicious and she was ravenous. He insured she worked up a healthy appetite. She smield when she saw that he had waited for her. How very courteous! There was a lot more to this man and she looked forward to getting to learn more about him.<br><br>He had been good to her and she was more than willing to be good to him. So far she had been. "I am looking forward to my continued studies," she said. "Tell me more about the magic of your land?" she asked. It would be good to have some idea of what she would be dealing with.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 03:04:21</strong>
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				"I can't do any of it, because I am of course a being of magic." He began, "However, women of our people can use the wondrous energy of sexual intercourse to preform conjurations and rituals. They appease the gods who haven't come to the earth like myself. "Sometimes, through me but these instances are rare. Only in times of drought or famine do the oracles ever beseech their king.<br><br>The godking ate politely despite his gnawing hunger. He couldn't wait until tomorrow. "I know the witch that will be preforming your tests. Her name I Navandi. "She recognized and crowned me when I was a younger man as the next godking. He spent a long set of minutes detailing the process (which oddly didn't involve sex). "I often thought about making her a slave queen but I could tell it would make the witch unhappy. She is not like you, she doesn't take to the servitude aspects well. <br><br>The godking waited a while for the meal to be concluded. "Go pick something enticing for your godking, I want a warm body for my bed tonight. Lots of pillows..." He added with a yawn. "You wear me out."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 00:03:13</strong>
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				Zesona nodded as if she believed him. She was certainly starting to. Maybe that was part of her reaction to him. Djinn weren't human and the goddess she served, who had graced her with her presence, was something so different, so incomprehensible... But to meet another mortal who was made of flesh and ether...<br><br>She ate heartily, though always with a mind to manners. The food was delicious and they had worked up an appetite. It was hard to let herself savor each dish with its new and exciting flavors and textures. Navandi... That was a lovely name. Absently she wondered what it meant and how women came to be trained as witches. Where they learned and how the populace thought of them.<br><br>The texts of her people had allowed her to watch the fear of magic and the unknowable creep into their culture. Things would have been much different if she had been born in a different time. "I look forward to meeting her and I hope she will allow me to ask her some questions, maybe even add studies with her to my routine."<br><br>She wasn't sure whether or not she would be able to learn the magic of his people but she felt very comfortable in her new homeland. Maybe that was a sign. Zesona smiled at him, curtsying as she disappeared to change and assume a pleasingly soft and round frame while she waited for him to join her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 03:40:46</strong>
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				The godking did not keep her waiting. He slid effortlessly, powerfully behind her and wrapped&nbsp; her in his muscular arms. He was entirely sated. Something that happened only after hours with different women. Zesona had talents that had gone to waste in her own homeland. Vaguely he wondered if things should have been different. Really the conquest of her homeland came from a group of lost scout reporting on a larger nation. They found Zesona's people by pure accident.<br><br><em>No</em>, the godking thought to himself, <em>nothing is by accident.</em> With that comforting thought he drifted into a warm and happy sleep. He woke late in the morning gently extricated himself from his lover and kissed her gently. "Rise and bathe my slave-queen, I want your most curvaceous form. The biggest breasts and bottom you dare to put on. You'll need the padding for the ritual." He lightly teased. <br><br>After a short bath they actually left the room Zesona had been in for so long. They didn't go far the ritual chamber was mostly like the bed. A pit with seven sides that descended about four feet however it's pillows created several intricate symbols with the lines one could draw between them.<br><br>Navandi was a tall woman, taller by a head than Zesona had first appeared. She was black-skinned with canted almond eyes of gray. She had soft, pillowy lips in a permanent pout. She was curvy but Zesona could put her to shame without shape changing. She was more lean and amazonian. She stood on a forty-five degree angle and her ample rear poked out. She was naked and painted with gold body paint in swirling symbols. <br><br>"My god, and my queen." She said in a deep but feminine voice, "If you would like to begin. My lord-god, please lie on the center pillow. Nvandi promptly sat her curvy rear on her god-king's chest. "The test is simple. We build as much sexual energy as possible in this prepared circle. I will help, as will our blessed lord. You will produce magic if able. I will tell and then if you are you will become my student... if you so desire. You must kiss me to start the ritual." The witch gestured to the godking's cock. She quickly stimulated him with a few tender touches (it was easy Zesona always made him somewhat ready) "Sit and kiss." Nivandi said it in a girlish way. She put her hands down on her god's pelvis and leaned forward with her soft, dark lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 17:57:10</strong>
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				She slept quite well. When she woke, they were snuggling together. There was something very endearing about her sleeping form. Her hair was tossed around her and she looked so peaceful... She groaned and rolled over for a moment, blinking. Finally her eyes opened all the way and she rolled over to smile up at the Godking.<br><br>Zesona bathed and made sure to fuel up with a light but filling breakfast that would sustain her for hours. It took a moment to find clothes that would fit the form she adopted. Somehow Zesona managed to carry the new curves gracefully. She followed the Godking. Apparently the training was to take place in the palace…<br><br>She was right. They were shown into a chamber that reminded her of the bedroom, at least in the way it looked. Zesona could feel the difference. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She’d felt that way in the temple sometimes, until the gods had left them not long before her country was conquered.<br><br>Eying the woman in the middle of the bed with interest, she drank in the sight of that lovely form so displayed. Bowing in respect for the other woman’s power, she straightened. Silently she watched the two position themselves. She moved towards the edge of the pit and carefully made her way down. “Am I to take him inside me?” she asked as she straddled him. Why else would Navandi have prepared him so? The sight of her touching the Godking so intimately had made her… uncomfortable. Jealousy? Surely not…
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 02:10:07</strong>
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				"Not till after the kiss my beloved queen." Navandi sincerely meant t.he words. Zesona's being the queen meant the godking was happy and that he would produce much good magic. "Let me explain. We produce magic by the blessed energy of the union. Once we kiss it establishes a link between up. Then you ride our godly lord like a rented mule." Navandi received a pinch on her ass for that remark but she merely smiled. "We collect it in the <em>Oomandi</em>." She pointed to a jar at the top of the circle. <br><br>"Do not feel jealous. I'm here mainly to direct the energy to the jar and test your latent magical abilities. If you would like me to join you and the godking that can be done. I will gladly pleasure you both. It is not required."&nbsp; She smiled leaned forward and but her big, soft lips to Zesona and then guided her to her king's cock. <br><br>Navandi began chanting and the level of lust rose considerably in the room. It was the djinn's cue to pleasure her godking. Navandi gently gyrated against her ruler's chest but did nothing any more sexual as touching the godking's throbbing cock the two times it was required. Though the witch was wet and her nectar slicked the godking's chest. She was excited.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 21:45:53</strong>
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				Zesona's eyes were wide and intent with interest as she nodded. There was something childlike about the way she gazed at Navandi, eager to be tutored and avoid doing anything that might have unintended consequences. With each breath, she emptied a little more of her mind and filled it with thoughts of prosperity and happiness. Other things were there too, curiosity and anticipation of pleasure...<br><br>Her goddess cared nothing for mortal games of thrones and boundaries. Though there were no temples to her, she still served her even in the foreign land. People were people and they had done nothing to earn her enmity. There was a reason she had been brought to this place and she would do her best to be worthy of the Godking's devotion and mercy.<br><br>She couldn't help giggling at the little play between Navandi and the Godking. The atmosphere was light but there was no disguising the potential and power in the air. Zesona glanced at the jar. What made it so special? "Even if I cannot use the magic myself, I should still like to learn about it," she announced. "Like how the <em>Oomandi</em> is made and how the energy keeps in it..."<br><br>Smiling at Navandi, who she thought she could come to like, she leaned towards her. Their lips met. The kiss was light at first, the gentle warmth of the sun's rays on a spring day. Then it began to deepen before the contact was broken. Zesona had liked that very much. Warmth had settled in her belly and there was a pleasant tension in the low muscles of her abdomen.<br><br>Zesona held herself over him, bent over so one hand could stroke herself to make his passage easier and the other to keep him in readiness. At last she was ready for him, netherlips slick and swollen. Slowly she lowered herself onto him, a soft moan joining Navandi's chanting. She watched Navandi, eager to feel those lips on hers again and wondering what her skin would feel like under her fingers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 02:55:49</strong>
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				Navandi pushed herself against the godking as she saw Zesona take him in. Most women found the exceptional specimen of his sex intimidating. Navandi would have smiled if she'd not been so engrossed in the beginning chant. Apparently the woman could shape-change. She had some kind of magic though entirely possible that it wasn't their kind. The Amazonian beauty slid forward to the slave-queen. Navandi was herself--by nature of being a woman in the court--a slave and was of course under Zesona's every whim. <br><br>The witch gently kissed her queen again, it was easy to read her desires in the circle. Sexual energy was as clear to the black-skinned witch as handwriting. Navandi gently touched her queen's shoulders pushing him down on the king's holy spear. Her dark hands slid across Zesona's back to the rear she knew the godking must favor much. This was a good queen for the king. She was eager and earnest. <br><br>"Do, you wish me to please you, my mistress?" Navandi asked wanting badly to go further. Wanting to share the godking really, but it would have to wait until her queen's first orgasm at least. Navandi felt the hands of her lord on her ass. "My body is yours to use, my queen." The black woman gasped at the warm energy already being produced. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 22:35:00</strong>
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				The kiss only made her muscles clench tighter around the flesh inside her. Navandi's hands helped her take more of him into her. When they slid down to the ample curve of her ass, she gasped. It was more from surprise at how her body responded to the contact than the contact itself.<br><br>She stared at Navandi in silence for a moment, just concentrating on keeping things under control. Then she nodded, causing her white to become toussled around her face. "Yes," she said, leaning forward to kiss her again.<br><br>"And I wish to please you, if you will direct me," she said. She already knew the delights a male's touch could provide and how much it pleased her to watch the Godking's reaction to her body as she used it to bring him pleasure. Would she enjoy exploring this beauty's body as much? Something told her the answer was yes. Her skin tingled from the energy they were creating and there was the sense of old powerful magic in the air.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 00:20:33</strong>
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				The godking watched the proceeding with very eager eyes. He hadn't thought Zesona would enjoy women. Most of his harem and former slave-queens did not. Zesona always surprised him thought it would seem. He let his fingers slide over Zesona's thighs just barely. It was nice to know your queen would enjoy herself now matter what you did or where you took her. <br><br>Navandi felt her own core leaking much of her nectar. She wanted to taste the slave queen everyone was whispering about. Warm energy buzzed around. "I would be happy to teach you anything..." She panted. Despite her love for the wild magical freedom she enjoyed Navandi felt herself say something more, something truer. "I would gladly become your slave-in-waiting my queen." A slave-in-waiting was the slave-queens own personal property. In a land where slavery was obviously divided into levels and tiers it was not uncommon. The godking had slaves, his slave-queen would have slaves and even Navandi had a few slaves to help her with magic. <br><br>Navandi wouldn't be the godking's per se, she'd be Zesona's and Zesona would decided what Navandi did and with whom. Zesona had this aura that Navandi felt immediately attracted to. "You feel like you could do our magic, but we need a pure release from you to be sure." The black-skinned amazonian beauty said eagerly wanting this to descended into a pile of lusty flesh, but work before play. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 04:24:50</strong>
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				The energy in the air around them made her skin prickle. She smiled at Navandi's comment but before she could thank her the woman went on. Her eyes widened. Zesona still had a lot to learn about their culture. However, she knew instinctively it was not a small thing the dark beauty in front of her was offering.<br><br>"Thank you," she said. "I am honored by such an offer." Zesona was fairly certain she'd accept but she wanted to think about the situation a little more with a clearer head. She leaned forward to kiss the other woman again, savoring the new tastes and sensations.<br><br>Her hands began to travel across the other woman's form. Her skin was so soft and smooth! She moved her mouth away from the other woman's lips only to have it sample other bits of flesh. Such as her throat and neck while it moved lower. Her hips moved as rode the Godking, deriving pleasure from every facet of the situation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 02:09:41</strong>
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				Navandi couldn't believe it. This girl had been plucked from some backwater, heathen monastery from what was basically a country they conquered on their way through and she was so naturally gifted at sex it was hardly believable. Navandi knew that such women existed, of course. She just never thought she would see one. The slave-queen had been here barely a week and already the godking was infatuated with her. <br><br>Navandi let her dark body melt int her queen's embrace. She was careful not to try anything overly-sexual as that would skew the results of the test. If the dark-skinned lady intruded on what was supposed to be an orgasm between them the results would be muddled. <br><br>Sighing deeply Navandi kept the kiss at a fairly professional level. She did not enjoy women much on their own, but with the godking their, inside the new queen it was really something else. The air was thick with magic and the pleasant hands of her lord and god were never unwelcome. Zesona was so lucky to have those hands at all hours of the day. To be the lover of a god was fantastic, to be the queen of a god was something else entirely.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 05:11:50</strong>
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				Zesona was eager to taste and feel more of the dark beauty in front of her. But she didn't take things any further than Navandi did. Her reactions to each touch and the kiss were hopefully assurance enough of how much she wanted more.<br><br>Thoughts of what she was supposed to be accomplishing fled as the pleasure mounted. She moaned into Navandi's mouth as the motions of her hips became a little more insistent and less smooth. The pleasure of the Godking inside her and the beauty of the woman before her, the energy filling the air...<br><br>Breaking the kiss, she rested her head on Navandi's shoulder. "I... won't last much longer," she warned hoarsely. Was it important for them to climax together? Even the thought of that was almost enough to send her over the edge.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 02:40:27</strong>
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				"No just release. This is a test of your energy." The dark beauty put a hand on the slave queen's shoulder reassuringly. The godking was silent because he held these rituals in the most sincere of manners. He wanted to speak, but it was important for Zesona to do this on her own. Navandi was being very patient, and truth be told there would be plenty of time to enjoy the pair after the seriousness was done. <br><br>A little more stored magic would never hurt the kingdom. Though if Zesona didn't come soon the godking would and that would spoil the results. The pleasures of many women were not as tasteful as they had once been to the godking. He had burnt himself out on the pleasures of a harem years ago, but Zesona brought new life into every facet of his rule again. <br><br>The idea of his slave-queen being with him and other women made him harder for their time together. He began to buck and checked himself. It would not do to spoil the ritual when they were so close. It would only set them back in time, but more time for fun would be lost. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 04:45:26</strong>
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				Zesona nodded. Silence fell, except for her heavy breathing. Once she stopped trying to hold herself back, the increasingly familiar tension pooled even faster. The Godking's thrusts, which grew more intense for a moment,&nbsp; helped.<br><br>It was all she needed. The energy in the room seemed to sink into her pores, mingling with whatever was going on inside her. Every nerve sizzled. Her skin was so hot... With a gasp, she reached her climax. Her body shook and trembled. Much as she wanted to, she couldn't keep her eyes open in the onslaught of sensation to see what happened...<br><br>OOC- Up to you to describe what happens next. ;)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 21:26:39</strong>
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				There were no bright flashes or sparks. In fact, there was nothing overtly magical about it. The jar did glow briefly, but that was all that it did. Navandi smiled a sultry pleased smile and extricated herself from the slave-queen and her king. All hips and ass she swayed over to the jar. A robed maiden came in and replaced it with an empty jar.<br><br>"It will need closer study, but from what I could tell&nbsp; you could learn some of our art. Though you might never do anything that requires much energy. It seems your energy while it mingles with others well doesn't mingle well in the magical way. It stays separate and special. So any energy of your own you can use."<br><br>"That doesn't mean that any energy we were to make now would go to waste though." A slow smile spread across her lovely dark face. "That is if you wish for more." Navandi said. The godking looked at his servant and with much affection to his queen. <br><br>"You did well." he said, "A good little daemon." He kissed his queen fully. He was still hard, but he hadn't been able to release. "Do you wish to stay, and... enjoy our witch or retire to our chambers?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 21:23:37</strong>
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				Zesona was disappointed. She'd seen the jar glow but nothing else happened. Navandi didn't seem displeased. Frowning in curiosity, she turned to watch her. Her eyes strayed over the curvaceous form of the other woman admiringly. Navandi was a natural, earthy beauty. She envied that. Her own natural form was rather too alien for the comfort of most.<br><br>The explanation was satisfactory. She nodded. "Perhaps I could use to harness my energy," she mused. "Such practices were forbidden in the land of my birth." If she did claim Navandi, there was much she could learn from her. The idea seemed appealing. If she could be seen to be a fair and kind mistress, perhaps her star would rise more rapidly...<br><br>"Navandi, what say you?" she asked. Zesona was sated for the moment but neither the other woman nor the Godking had received such pleasure. "Would you like to... enjoy our company for a bit longer?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 22:16:49</strong>
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				"I have changed out the jar have I not?" Navandi smiled, a surprisingly girlish smile. She added more formally, "I would be honored my mistress, does my Godking also agree?" <br><br>"I do." He said making sure Zesona would be comfortable. "My slave queen though has the look of a contented cat, but I am very much in need of release." He kissed his queen lovingly on the lips and groped a breast. "You have not seen her change shapes, have you Navandi? It's quite interesting, "Go on Zesona change to something Navandi might enjoy, but before you do, would it please you to see us together? And then maybe all three of us?"<br><br>It wasn't that the Godking had to ask. He could take a whole harem of women in front of his queen and make her look. Slave-queen was just that. A queen of all the slaves. However, it was considered bad manners to bring even a slave to an event in which she was the main attraction and not ask her opinion. Why bring her there in the first place? While sex was rough and animal in this land, it was also treated politely.<br><br>"Navandi generally likes women from her own homeland." The godking supplied. "She likes them skinny, but with pertness. Like a young woman who is freshly into her eighteenth year or so.<br>Navandi blushed but did not protest. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 06:36:25</strong>
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				Zesona smiled back. Perhaps she would find Navandi a friend. There was something about the other woman she liked. The respectful yet nonchalant way she was handling the situation, her knowledge of the magic of the land... And her beauty...<br><br>She kissed the Godking back before she stood up and moved away from the pair. That way the other woman could get a better look at her. "Yes, I think I would enjoy that," she said. Zesona had never seen the act of copulation between people. The idea was immensely appealing. She knew how it felt, how it sounded, but how did it look?<br><br>"For your delight." Lowering her gaze, her form seemed to tremble in the air. It was rather odd to see the way the things under her skin, which was growing darker, seemed to shift. Her hair grew a little longer and quite straight. Soon it was jet black.<br><br>A moment later, a woman who was approximately the same height as Navandi stood there, hands clasped behind her back. Long legs tapered to slim hips. She was more slender in this frame but still amply curved. Small but full breasts sat high and proud on her chest. Much like the rest of her, her neck was long. Her features were vaguely reminiscent of Navandi's but not too similar. And there was a youthful cast to her features. "Do you like this?" she asked. Only the voice remained of Zesona.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 03:26:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Navandi's mouth formed a small O in surprise. "Amazing she whispered. She moved over to Zesona on her knees. "We can do nothing like this. We can bolster the human body, but change it. Amazing. The witch touched Zesona's face and neck. "It's not hard to see why the Godking loves you so. A one-woman harem, so eager, talented. <br><br>"I have good taste in queens, Navandi." The godking said gently cupping the black&nbsp; woman's breasts from behind. More for Zesona's pleasure than the witches still she cooed and melted. <br>"I dare say she's made you a better dancer too." Navandi said, using the special meaning for dance that this land had. <br><br>The godking pushed Navandi down until her breasts were crushed on the floor and her ample rear was up under his cock. "I hope you enjoy this." Navandi said biting her thumb. The godking rubbed his godly length between the dark cleavage of Navandi's ass until he released all over the black orb-like flesh. He groaned, he really needed that from earlier. Plunging his shaft in her he began to have her as rough as possible. As roughly as he'd ever taken Zesona. Navandi screamed in pleasure. Soon he released in her again. The seed poured from her.<br><br>He pulled Navandi back on his lap so Zesona could see more of what actually went on. Pummel after pummel hit Navandi's already covered sex, but she accepted it needfully. She shook as she came with a loud scream. The godking releasing another gift into her. <br>"Come, Zesona, surely you're not that tired?" He teased knowing that his queen had a fortitude comparable to the most well-trained women. "Aren't you ready to do your first group dance?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 06:13:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zesona was pleased by Navandi's response. She did have a magic all her own and maybe with this woman's help, she could put it to good use. It was so refreshing not to have to hide it and to be respected and admired for it rather than feared.<br><br>She blushed. Was that possible? How could she with her inexperience have helped the Godking's skills? He was a fantastic lover and had yet to push her beyond her limits, for which she was grateful. Slave Queen though she was, she was still a slave. His to command and use as he would.<br><br>Silently she watched, eyes widening in fascination as she watched the pair. It was enough to make her ache. One hand dipped between her legs to rub herself. Zesona came herself when the Godking released in Navandi with a shudder. <br><br>"Oh yes," she said huskily. How would it work? She was very curious to see. Smiling, she stepped forward and offered her hands to Navandi, staring down at the woman with obvious admiration and just a hint of shyness.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 23:22:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is not as formal or intimate as some of the couple dances." The godking informed. "Thought it is a worship dance, to me." Navandi nodded. "He is our most blessed godking. Our magic stems from his lineage. Simply pleasure him with me and bask in his indomitable lust." <br><br>To prove her point Navandi moved in front of the godking and began sucking his cock eagerly. She knelt off to the side so that Zesona could join in.&nbsp; "Our godking could work his way through a whole harem of women." Navandi said stopping her pleasuring of her king. Cum and saliva slicked her hand as she rubbed him. "Now it seems you can put him to bed quite skillfully."<br><br>The godking leaned forward and swatted Navandi's rear. She squealed and he did it again. "Come queen Zesona, bask in the pleasure and lust."Navandi moaned and licked the throbbing head of her king's cock.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 00:37:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zesona could understand why it wouldn't be as... structured as some of the activities she'd engaged in with the Godking. That would be a lot more difficult with three people there! Pleasuring the Godking and enjoying his virility didn't sound so bad at all. <br><br>Smiling she knelt beside the other woman and just watched her work. With the Godking's cock enclosed between Navandi's luscious lips, she wasn't sure how she could add to the moment. "How should I do that?" she asked. She didn't want to get in Navandi's way but she dearly wanted to feel the Godking's flesh against her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 00:01:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You've had him to yourself too long. He is capable of pleasing us both don't worry so much about him." Navandi said lightly rubbing a hand on Zesona's rear. "Just share him." To prove her point Navandi slid her mouth down his shaft exposing the majority to Zesona. The dark-skinned woman kissed his balls and licked them gently. <br><br>"Or we could do this." Navandi grabbed Zesona's narrower shoulders and pushed her breasts into the godking's shaft. She brought her own breasts to bare against it and the shaft slid slightly between the place where their bosoms crushed together. "We just tear him apart in a way. She smiled and kissed Zesona. <br><br>"You are so eager you over think things. Don't worry about me, worry about yourself my queen. If you must pleasure me use your mouth or fingers. It's not hard. "Or we could lie back and let our king treat us so very roughly to his mighty spear." Navandi giggled. "He's very obliging if you ask nicely."<br><br>"Now I'll never get her to do anything, Navandi." The godking smiled and pushed the dark lady away. "I am more than happy to do all the work for this special occasion though." he added to lighten the mood. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 05:50:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zesona nodded. She didn't doubt that in the slightest. Watching Navandi, her skin flushed and her nipples darkened. Her eyes gleamed as they watched the dark-skinned beauty suckle the Godking. Allowing her to push her down she brought her arms a little closer so her breasts closed around the slick shafter even tighter.<br><br>She kissed the other woman back and nodded before giggling along with Navandi. "Then let's pleasure him like this," she said, sliding herself down to emphasize her point. "Before I pleasure you while he watches..." Her hesitation was quickly disappearing under her curiosity and arousal.<br><br>This would be an experience to savor and remember, something to learn from for the future. Leaning forward, she kissed the other woman again before starting to move herself up and down...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 22:46:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The godking groaned as the two women went to work. He slid his shaft between the pairs of breasts and eagerly into each of their mouths in turn. While it was on the down stroke Navandi eagerly kissed the other woman. "Oh, so you want to try your hand at pleasuring me?" Navandi smiled as she worked her tits up and down her ruler's cock. <br><br>Mighty thrusts soon grew faster and faster as the godking worked his passion. The fire of lust burned hot and he soon came in a torrent of hot seed all over the tits of the two women. Navandi eagerly caught some on her face and licked at it as it ran down. "I think he liked that." She smirked. <br><br>Soon enough she was down on the floor her legs spread wide for Zesona. The godking positioned himself behind his slave-queen. He could watch and participate. He wanted to see the two women pleasure one another, but there was no point unless he was having his fun too. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>writersmelody</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 05:09:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zesona nodded. She'd never found the prospect of being with another woman distasteful. In fact, she'd often wondered what it would be like to have one of the other prietess's hands between her legs instead of her own. Now she was going to find out just how sweet those dark nipples tasted...<br><br>Her breasts were covered with the seed of the Godking. Maybe she'd have Navandi clean that up... Moving forward, she bent her mouth to the other woman's chest and began to lick and suck them clean. One hand help to hold her in place while the other found its way between the other woman's legs.<br><br>She trailed a finger along the other woman's moist slit, applying just the slightest pressure for the moment. "How's that?" she asked. Well, as best she could with her lips wrapped around one of the other woman's nipples. Wiggling her ass a bit, she arched it up towards the Godking, who she could feel behind her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave-Queen [Inkidu &amp; Writersmelody]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 22:57:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh..." Was all Navandi wanted to say, Zesona had a natural gift all right. She was wet enough to soak the slave-queen's nosy fingers. "Yes... good." She breathed. The Godking had grabbed his queen's hips and he ran his divine spear in the cleft of Zesona's dark rear. He had to get himself ready, it didn't take long. <br><br>Navandi gently held Zesona to her breasts as she cleaned them. The queen would find it easy to break away if she chose. The godking pushed inside his queen gently, but he was soon pounding away at Zesona as hot and fast as he could. Navandi gasped, "Lower." She whined filled with pleasure. Whatever tit Zesona was not cleaning got the attention of Navandi's own hand. <br><br>It was nothing but an orgy, but it was a good orgy. The godking panted and groaned smacking into the rear with force while Navandi wriggled under the gifted touches of the shape-shifting queen. "Harder, more." She breathed hoarsely. It was good sex, and it would provide much good energy. 
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