Blood and Opium: Hedonistic Conquest (images NSFW)
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				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 06:52:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Scenario:</strong></span><br>(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PrivateClubFloorplan.jpg)<br>The Vampire Creed (<em>formally known as Alphonse Sang-Bleu</em>) is used to getting what he wants. While enjoying his favorite girl at his favorite Blood and Opium den, he receives word that there is a new shipment in of girls. Among them is a witch, more specifically a demonkin witch in-that she has some demon blood in her ancestry and it allows her to do demon magic. More interestingly, it makes her blood addictive to vampires. Why? Because it makes them more powerful. Like Redbull, it gives them wings... It can also make it easier for her to find them/sense them if they have her blood in their body.This can make sex more exciting too and that makes her a very hot item on the menu. Of course, Creed doesn't want to share and what Creed wants, he gets, even if he has to seduce the Den owner.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Cast:</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">The Den Owner:</span> Aenaxa Kulinta aka Lady X(<em>played by NejraTu</em>)</span><br>(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/FantasyGirlNo04.jpg)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/LadyX/RedOpiumB.jpg)<br>Aenaxa <sub>(<em>EYE-knocks-uh</em>)</sub> Kulinta <sub>(<em>Koo-LEAN-tah</em>)</sub> is an ancient being. Some say she is a vampire, others swear she must be something more. One thing is for certain, she runs a top of the line, very hush-hush Blood and Opium Den catering to all the worlds supernatural blood addicts and reality escapists. She provides the finest girls <sub>(<em>and some men</em>)</sub> that are clean and plain to exotic to any client she accepts after personally screening them herself. Membership is for eternity though it can always be revoked if someone pisses her off or wrongfully abuses her assets. Lady X is known for being just friendly enough to provide good customer service and just cold enough to stop most men dead in their tracks before even <em>thinking</em> of attempting to sway her in any which way. At five-ten and a buck forty five of dense, lean muscle balanced by ample curves backed by supernatural abilities, she can afford to do what ever she wants. With her dark and curly hair shorn short and often plastered to her head in a Vintage style to keep her crimson eyes clear, there isn't much she misses even if she isn't quick to divulge what she knows. </div></div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">The Favorite:</span> Akuzua (<em>played by NejraTu</em>)</span><br>(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/FantasyGirlNo09.jpg)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/LadyX/TheFavorite.jpg)<br>Akuzua (<em>Ah-KOO-zzz-wah</em>) was bred for the Den, a special order that took time to cultivate but the end result offered a woman who was playful, obedient, and durable. Trained in many arts of pleasure she was once a high sought after menu item but a recent client (Creed) has capitalized her time and made it quite worth Lady X's potential losses. She is intelligent and exploratory but her knowledge of the world is very limited. Akuzua isn't just a drink of fine blood, she is an experience that is fine tuned to the service she is providing from that which requires her taking orders, to the freedom to choose how to excite her patron. She is human and stands a petite five feet even with bright emerald eyes and dark brown hair that is kept just past shoulder length. She is a contortionist, dancer, and all around entertainer including instruments and fire poi. </div></div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">The Demonkin:</span> Sa'Shen (<em>played by NejraTu</em>)</span><br>(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/FantasyGirlNo02.jpg)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/LadyX/TheDeamonKin.jpg)<br>Sa'Shen was born Neter-Sekhem Sa'Shen in a remote alpine village in Greenland where she was raised and lived rather happily as an ice miner until the mine was raided and the women were sold into the sex slave market. It was at the auction Lady X noticed her bloodline, something the woman herself seemed unaware of. Her docile disposition was beautifully balanced by her sharp and inquisitive mind. She did not fight her captors but she became very crafty in her attempts to escape. After some conditioning she has been introduced to the menu of the Opium Den under specialties most can't afford. After all, when your blood gives power in addition to life, that's worth more than the average rate. Her known skills include climbing, knife/axe throwing, swimming, cooking, and brewing to name a few. She is clearly marked as a virgin and the listing states her opening is up for auction to the highest bidder for her blood before her seal is broken&nbsp; wont be nearly as powerful as when and then subdued a bit there after. She stands five-six and has a modest frame not overly curvacious but clearly feminine. </div></div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Creed aka Alphonse Sang-Bleu (<em>played by BlueThirteen</em>)</span><br>(<em>picture base/banner suggestion</em>)<br>(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/VampireManBanner.jpg)<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[center][img]http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/VampireManBanner.jpg[/img][/center]</code></pre>________________________________________________________________________<br>((edited to add larger pictures in the spoilers))<br></div>
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				Post by: <strong>BlueThirteen</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 02:59:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/VampireManBanner.jpg)</div><br>Creed drew in a long, deep breath, before sighing in satisfaction, relishing the mix of smells that mingled in the air. The scent of opium was complimented by the pale haze of its own fumes, though the dominant scent was that of sex. The already potent cocktail of opium, sweat and of their carnal bodily fluids, spread about the room in a frenzy of passionate fucking, mixed nicely with the hint of honey that was Akuzua’s perfume and the smell of her blood, a few drops of which trickled out of Creed’s open mouth.<br><br>Under a sparse curtain of hair, his amber eyes listed lazily to his right, where she laid in wait, his tongue slowly brushing against his teeth and lips, licking away stains of blood. He breathed deeply, enjoying the post-coitus haze that enveloped his mind, the amount of opium in the air utterly unable to affect a being such as himself- Hence, the need for his favourite blood doll.<br><br>He let himself sink into the soft stuffing of his bench-like seat, (not unlike those present in a restaurant’s booth,) his hand threading through his medium-long, jet black hair. He then knocked back with a casual flick of his chin, removing the strands that obstructed his vision, as he gazed at the masterpiece (or the mess, as some would have described it, notably he or her who would be entrusted with cleaning up after him,) he’d made out of the alcove. Stains of blood and the slick, shiny textures of sweat, semen or of Akuzua’s love juices coated the floors, seats and the small coffee table, next to which laid the remains of a shattered hookah. Even, in some places, the walls had suffered the wrath of their combined sex drives -and though he couldn’t see it, he could feel the slick wetness of her fluids smeared around his mouth. <br><br>He looked down at himself. His belt, shoes and socks had been flung into a corner somewhere, along with some other shreds of fabric that may or may not have belonged to his blood doll- She often greeted him naked, and when she didn’t it, was reflexive for him to tear off her garments rather quickly. His black pants were open and slightly pulled down, just enough to reveal his carefully shaved crotch and the downright imposing genitalia that went with it. His scarlet red tie was jerked loose and slung over his shoulder, his bloodstained white shirt had been yanked open, the shiny little buttons that could’ve once held it shut strewn across the sofa. It revealed his chiselled abdominals, covered in a glimmering sheen of sweat that was barely disturbed by a few scratch marks, his tattoo and the trail of saliva that his favourite had left when she hungrily made her way down to his now-flaccid cock- which, ironically, was the only thing in the entire room that had been duly cleaned of any bodily fluids other than saliva.<br><br>Somehow, Creed was still hungry for more. Better yet, he knew that his favourite would still be hungry as well. She somehow seemed to have grown addicted to being preyed upon in the same sense that he’d grown addicted to feeding off of her. His agile, strong hands undid his tie and tossed it aside as he began to strip from his suit and pants, preparing for a second wind, this one in the nude. He stood in front of his favourite, his large member bobbing slightly as it filled with blood before his favourites eyes.<br><br>“Are you ready to get back to work, my dear?” he whispered breathily, his tongue grazing her ear in a tempting, teasing fashion, as he turned his back to the door.
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				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 19:43:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>OoC: </strong></span><br>Sorry for the delay! The beach was calling to me when I woke up just after dawn so I enjoyed it for a while.....THEN Remmy's laptop died so we went to go find her another one...and-then-I-went-back-to-the-beach-to-get-its-name-and-pavillion-number-to-rent-next-week-for-our-going-away-party...ahem... BUT at least when I came back I finally finished and made the first part even better. <br>-<em>feelin' goooood</em>-<br>:-[ ;D<br><br>I also need to rant at the online dictionary for not knowing "fisting" and "preceedance" are words... -_- even if I have to make like Shakespeare! </div><div align="center">___________________________________________________________________________</div><div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/FantasyGirlNo09.jpg)</div><br>He was insatiably hungry and yes, that made her even more excited to sate his desires. He was intense and primal but he never left her behind even when he was lost in the euphoria he came here to get. What sort of doll would she be if she didn't find pleasure in being his prey? Strong and wily enough to hold her own among dangerous men and <em>let</em> herself be helpless against them without being <span class="bbc_u">lost</span> to <strong>herself</strong>. She was bred for this and she could take anything he dish and ask for more with a smirk on her lips and excited anticipation in her emerald green eyes. Much how she was looking at her favorite client as she watched him drop himself unceremoniously onto the sofa-bench only partially exposed and sporting evidence of how feverish he was today. He was looking around but she was watching him and the way he observed his handy work with such... <em>pleasure</em>; Her own body among that smeared with her blood, their sex and separate pleasures. The opium offered her the grandest perception and the greatest appetite for his hedonistic conquests and in turn, offering the same for him through her blood of which he could drink freely. Sometimes, that made it difficult not to over indulge and why, of course, she had been designed for the den. Higher rate of replenishment, better endurance, sensitivity, and an incredibly heightened sexual drive. Akuzua <em>craved</em> him.<br><br>Craved his masculine form and his manhood, yes...but she craved that creative and demanding mind more; never quite sure what he would do as it seemed she could still surprise him from time to time as well. Who didn't enjoy a bit of Viper and Mouse? Akuzua craved that look in his eyes, the scent of his desire and his use of hers; she craved the baritone of his voice which taunted her deeply inside and kept her body pulsing with the pleasureful cadence of his words. It didn't matter if he was growling them or whispering them, asking or telling; when Creed spoke, Akuzua listened with her whole body and danced in her skin as if she could stroke the sound waves as they vibrated across the room toward her sweat, blood, and sex slick form... <em>and she had the fluid fineness to make the onlooker believe she could too</em>. Perhaps she was, in fact, <strong>that</strong> sensitive. After all, it wasn't just the sound of his voice he craved but that of his whole body. Every unneeded breathe he took, every hard pound of his dead heart awakened by the blood of the living, every stretch of muscle that played under his pale skin even as he started to strip himself of the remainders of his clothes, starting with that tie.<br><br>How his favorite had enjoyed his tie still being knotted around his neck, fisting it in her hand while he rode her against the wall and drank indulgently from her breast which still bore his marks for he had yet to seal them. Akuzua thought he enjoyed seeing them on her and sometimes they would <em>both</em> forget a set in some place Lady X might not notice. Creed made her whole body alight with fire and there was no doubt her blood was as rich as any mortals could be and she enjoyed seeing his marks upon her claiming her to him and his desires. It was the only life she knew, her ultimate purpose and satisfaction; bringing his by any means and she was bred with the intelligence in both logic and creativity to not be limited to commands. The doll had a mind of her own, a very submissive, obedient mind of her own. So what did she do with that mind? Shifted her body to lean forth on her palms so that she was on her hands and knees before him. The bruises and bites, blood drips, splatters, and smears painting her in tandem to the drying and still glistening wet dabbling of sex and excitement dancing in the light as her hips swayed, her spine dipped, and her breasts hung heavily below her, trapped between her arms.<br><br>Like the dancer she is, she moved like a siren across the floor after his tie, never taking her eyes off him, somehow dodging the debris that littered the floor to save her otherwise unmarked and light-peach tan. Juicy as a peace, there was a steady drip sliding down her inner left thigh but she did nothing to stop it, biting her lower lip instead as he was without shirt and stood to remove his pants revealing the bobbing fill of blood to his shaft in renewal of his desire to feed on her in more ways than one. She could still taste his cum -and hers- in her mouth with the coppery taint of her own blood and it made her desire for him only stronger. Was she ready to continue servicing him? Akuzua was practically born ready and her expression said as much as she leaned back to hover her ass over her heels while fitting his tie around her own neck and letting that bright crimson stain lick between the valley of her breasts as she stood with a sway worthy of a charmed cobra. <br><br>Having seen her cum around his mouth, the Favorite slinked toward him and caressed her thighs with her hands, teasing over her bruised hips and toward her wet and slickly glistening and smooth pussy lips without actually touching herself before pulling back again and up toward her breasts. By that time she was in front of him and drew her hands up just in time to barely catch the underside of those aroused swells with large, dark aureola and tall, aching nipples so when she continued to reach for his jaw to steady his head and bring it down to meet her, those bountiful tits would quickly lose purchase and bounce beautifully and pleasurably against her chest and together to pin his tie briefly as they were momentarily restrained by her arms. It drew a soft moan from her lips as she tip-toed her five-foot frame into their movement with an arch of her spine toward him and a part of her lips that answered him <sub>-if he indulged her whim-</sub> by kissing his upper lip and then the lower with a lavish suckle that cleaned him up and lead into her desire to tangle with his tongue between those dangerous fangs. The drift of her right hand away from his jaw and thus his wanton skin was short lived and interluded by a rather...lewd sound as she moistened her hand in her own juices before taking his engorging shaft in her palm and stroking every pulsing vein under articulate and strong but oh-so-dainty-and-soft fingertips. Oh yes, she was ready for anything...<br><br>&nbsp;Except the impromptu knock at the door which literally shocked her senses into gasping against him with a jolt that was chased by a shiver; as if the knock had a resounding echo in her bones despite how polite but sharp it was. There was only <span class="bbc_u">one</span> person it could be and Akuzua was both excited and worried. She, like the other Doll's, had heard about the new arrivals fresh from training and the whispers that there was a high ticket item on the menu now. Higher than even Bolva-Sky who was three girls above Akuzua and the previous premium priced menu item. All of Creed's Favorite's skills with a Switch trigger that would allow her to be one hell of a Dominatrix and one irresistible submissive along with <em>every </em>shade in between. <em>Literally.</em> Bolva-Sky was a shape-shifter and not the full-moon or seal-skin sort either. The full on, if-I've-seen-it-I-can-be-it shape-shifter. How the hell do you get higher on the list than <span class="bbc_u"><em><strong>that</strong></em></span>?!<br><br><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/FantasyGirlNo04.jpg)</div><br>That polite but sharp knock at the door was courtesy of the Den Owner's gloved knuckles paying warning to the door before she opened it. It was in the client contract, she had access to all rooms at all times; though, it was quite rare she paid a visit or dealt with any client who didn't request an audience or cause a problem. <em>If it had been the latter, she wouldn't have knocked.</em> At five-ten she often wore heels of four inches or better so that she towered over many of her Den's Patrons. Some speculated it was to intimidate them but Aenaxa didn't feel the need to intimidate anyone when she could kill them or turn them into profit. Instead, she enjoyed the view and the vantage point. She could tap into any of her girls minds and see through their eyes whether they were open or not for the mind's sense of sight isn't limited to the visual spectrum and the Ancient Enigma wasn't either. It was with that ability <sub>-among others-</sub> she had the knowledge <span class="bbc_u">now</span>-was-as-appropriate-a-time-as-any to interrupt and offer one of her highest paying Patrons a look at the newest ticket items.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">her outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/LadyX/LadyX_Gold-Blood-DragonOutfit_PNG.png)</div></div></div><br>Dressing for the occasion <sub>-she was always immaculately, if eccentrically, composed in full <em>Symphony Orchestra</em> of scents, textures, colors, cuts, and lines-</sub> she was decked out in black, crimson and gold. An Egyptian cotton, long, billowing sleeved, black with charcoal embroidered dragon-like robe corseted around her waist in black leather and silver rivets over what seemed to be nearly nothing. A pair of black satin panties and fine black silk thigh-highs disappearing into over-the-knee, shiny, buckle, spike, and bow leather boots. Around each bicep was a gold arm band fitted with naturally red feathers that swayed and drifted with even the slightest movement making them seem alive and often quite distracting. Upon her shoulders, in what some would say was over compensation, Aenaxa wore gold and ionized steel armor sharpened to a fine edge and point that shelled around her ears. Of course, they weren't around when things like this were necessary so many of the the oddities she partook in seemed superfluous when they were imperative to survival. She stayed on the top of the food chain because she never underestimated her prey. There would be no whispered words in her ears unless they wanted to cut their face in thirds...among other uses. To top it all off with her tendency toward eye decor, she sported a half-mask that licked around her crimson hued orb bringing a dash of her over all darkness to her otherwise pale visage. Gold earrings dangled from her ears and a burnt amber sun blazed in antique gold around her leather and alloy mesh protected neck. No jugular cuts or bites either, there was a method to her madness even if she felt no inclination to clarify that. <br><br>Despite the spike of her heel and the high-shine and easy-to-clean granite galaxy surface of the floor, Lady X didn't make a sound when she entered the room. Not a click-clack of heels, not a <em>jingle-tink</em> of jewelry, not even a whisper of fabric, it was as if she was a void of sound; the epitome of silence until and unless she willed otherwise. That lack of audible preceedance continued as she observed them with her own blood thirsty leer; starting at their bare feet and working her way with a lingering lick of unabashed consideration all the way up to Mr. Creed's face and dark hair before searching out his eyes. Unwilling to wait, she'd break the silence like a rumble of feminine thunder in the too-near-distance in order ensure she had their attention before bothering to offer information. <em>"Enjoying yourself this evening, Mr. Creed?"</em> Somehow she managed to make it both a question and a fact that held no judgement. If she was bothered by the way he ruined the room, she didn't say anything or even cock a brow. He paid enough to ruin a room every now and then. Standing with casual confidence and one knee bent forth so most of her weight was on the other leg and her gloved fingertips could gently caress the silk of her thigh-high as her leather heel rolled onto her toe with a slight twist of temptation to just <em>grind</em> something in. In her other hand was a black leather portfolio which usually included all of her girls but this one had gold corners and included the fresh stock. Akuzua would know it, Creed might not.<br><br>He would also have no indication of how she felt about what she saw her girl doing to him, after all, unless he asked her to the Doll was bred not to stop. Like an Arabian that way, her heart would explode first. Outwardly, Lady X was a controlled and stoic beauty with an edge of wrath just waiting to be unleashed while under the surface, in the depths of her being, she very much enjoyed seeing Akuzua's hand around his cock. Particularly how, though she wasn't particularly dark skinned, her hand was small and darker contrast to his blood-pink-redened muscle. In her mind, she licked her lips and the fangs that never retracted and weren't as long as his hidden under her sculpted, soft, crimson-blush painted lips. There was something very alive about standing in her presence; her demeanor was cool and polite but her presence was full of raging lust and desire to give in to ecstasy. The word <strong><span class="bbc_u">Succubus</span></strong> easily comes to mind but a question that remained unanswered. There was that compulsion to surrender to her tide of temptation embroidered in the edge of perception and it was easy to understand why she had so many willing and compliant dolls of superb caliber, the finest opiates, and primarily self-controlled clientele...<em>everyone gets carried away sometimes.</em> <br><br>Akuzua made that easy and Aenaxa was secretly excited to see her at work first hand. The way she could make a powerful creature shiver and shake, it was beautiful, and Mr. Creed was of the fines marble cut that looked as good in a suit as he did out of one. In the recess of her mind she was wondering what Sa'Shen, the DemonKin, could do to a dangerous and sexual predator like him. Especially since she was still a virgin. There was a faint hum to the air of the room as she suppressed a shudder of pleasure at the thought of what <em>he</em> would do to <em>her</em>, the docile but crafty, virginal Ice-Miner. Lady X was going to get triple what she paid for the girl in a single night even after she's been broken for humans were often clueless of the treasures they unearthed. <br><br><br><div align="center">______________________________________________________________________<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>OoC:</strong></span><br>Hope it was worth the wait!&nbsp; ;)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>BlueThirteen</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 15:41:28</strong>
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				(BlueThirteen's big comeback, yeah! Hope you like it. :) )<br><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/VampireManBanner.jpg)</div><br><br>Creed watched with unabashed interest as his doll crawled over to his tie and slip it between her voluptuous breasts. How he loved it, to see her gaze stay pinned onto his body, be it his eyes, his muscles or his voluminous shaft, as she crawled about the alcove, setting her amazing body on display. He hungered for such a body, and his manhood eagerly displayed that desire. Rather than let loose his desire to savagely dominate and indulge in her alluring body, as he'd done earlier, he stilled his desire for her, if nothing but to make her crave him more. He knew that his doll perceived him as much more than a simple client. As she was his favourite, and he lusted for her, he was her favourite and she lusted for him. He hungrily ran his tongue along the edge of his sharp teeth, wiping away blood to reveal their immaculate colour, as she stood up before him once more. He planned to have her kneel before him in little time, but he didn’t want to bend her body to his will. He wanted to bend her mind to his will, and have her act upon his desires in an attempt to garner his favour, so that he might give her the pleasure, the pain, the completion she so desired.<br><br>As she slowly paced toward him, he slowly came to greet her, a mischievous glimmer dancing in his amber eyes as she reached for her breasts. He let her lips chase after his, suckling and nibbling to clean him of the fluids of her own pleasure, before letting his tongue dive into her mouth, two games of cat and mouse, as they chased after the softness of one another’s tongues. His eyes stared deep into her as she coated her hand in her own fluids and wrapped it around his engorged shaft, or at least as far around as her delicate, feminine hands could- It always aroused him to see her lightly tanned fingers around his manhood, and the small gap of his own flesh where her fingers couldn’t quite meet. Somehow, it only fed his desire to make her beg for his touch, his cock and vehemently pleasure him in order to deserve it.<br><br>His hand snaked down her body, slowly and carefully, caressing her soft curves in a tempting fashion that could only lead to one thing. His masterful, electrifying touch made its way to her hot pleading pussy lips, without truly touching it, he circled around it, like a predator waiting for the optimal moment to attack its prey. Just as he appeared to push in his fingers, his hand glided over her clit and simply rested the flat of his hand against her dripping gash, the ball of his hand gently and oh-so-teasingly grinding into her bead. The calloused surface of his palm pressed against her, feeling her wetness seep onto him, he leaned his head down to her ear, his fangs brushing the soft skin of her neck. “Do you want me to take you, Akuzua?” he asked, knowing full well the answer- Might she realize it or not, her excitement could easily be translated into the oscillating speed of he hand sliding against his hardness.<br><br>As if answering in his doll’s place, his question was quickly followed by the short duo of knocks against the door. He felt her shiver against him in response, assuring him that the lady in charge was right behind that door. An impish sneer made its way to his face as he moved his hands away from her and propped them against his hips, leaving Akuzua to pleasure him as he answered the delicate inquisition, his back still mostly facing the door, though with a slight crane of his neck he could easily see the opening, though the orientation of his hips hid all but the tip of his prodigious length.<br><br>“Be my guest, come in.” He answered, most certainly in vain, for if the doors could seal in the sounds of their earlier feeding session, it could certainly hold in his voice. He kept his eyes riveted into his doll’s, his leering stare illustrating his ill intent to make her beg for him with astounding precision. He didn’t so much as blink when he heard her call out to him. He waited for a second, and then turned aside, his cock slipping out of his favourite’s hand with surprising ease turning his back to her as he did so. By consecrating all his attention to Lady X, he estimated that Akuzua would, in response, try her best to take it back, by giving him all of her own attention.<br><br>“Why, in a fine establishment like yours, Miss Kulinta, how could I not?” he answered in a strange honeyed tone, that did nothing to hide his perverted intentions. “What brings you to see me today? I ‘m up to date in my payments, I believe. It would seem to me that I’m even in advance.” He continued, obviously oblivious to the new menu. However, in regards to the menu, he did have a thought about the den’s mistress. It was truly a shame she wasn’t on the aforementionned menu. Her extravagant clothing didn’t hide her alluring body, and he simply knew that she craved sex and was coated with temptation at all times of the day. He felt it, and such a woman could only be amazing to fuck and feed from.
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				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 12:04:22</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/FantasyGirlNo09.jpg)</div><br>The vivacious vixen was delighted by his pleasure. That look in his eyes which said he was devouring her every move and fleeting glance. It twisted her up something delicious inside and the salacious servant couldn't seem to help herself from seeking what he wanted her to do. That desire to please so open in her eyes it could make ones heart hurt with the heights that it soars. Shamelessly she moaned into his lips and met their dance against his with hungry pleasure. The chasing of tongues became a tango and her body rolled into his, meeting his seeking hand as it took her own and carried it as if he read her mind, to his shaft. She shivered and was eager to accept his desire for her to touch him for it mirrored her own, so delighted to spread her juices around the pulsing thickness of his fleshy sword too thick for her small hand to fully consume. A problem she solved with a twist of her wrists which allowed those delicate fingers to slide across every inch in a caressing massage that twirled around his girth with every stroke. Oh yes, she wanted him and was happy to get on her knees for him.<br><br>Especially when the Mistress of the den was allowing herself into the room but some things were left for better impact. Akuzua immediately felt her desire somehow intensify inside herself. Her hand tightening around his shaft and her juices flowing over his hand as he massaged the soft petals of her melting lips and the quivering pulse of her pleasure pearl. She would shudder against him as she slid down his body while he released her to turn and face the Lady and offer her his full, exquisite attention. He had the slaves, and she knew this was what the Lady wanted and reveled in the opportunity to show her how pleased the man was to have the green-eyed delight in his room. Especially seeing the menu. No girl wants to be replaced, least of all the bred slave who's very life depended on pleasing. Her lips were quick to drag against his shoulder and down his arm as he rested his hands on his hips and put himself in front of her. She was glad to hear his admission of inevitable enjoyment within these walls but it didn't make her slack off either.<br><br>The slinky mix let her breasts massage his back as her hips danced against the curve of his ass and offered the flutter of her belly to where it met his back when she pressed into him. Something that was sort of required for her arms to reach around him, to offer his abs and down to his groin for her small hands to seek out what they lost when he gave his attention to her Mistress. The tie tickled against his back as her breasts kept it trapped and the naked slave kissed his naked shoulder and broad back with her excitement and soft but shameless groans of need and desire manifested through her showering of passion upon his skin. Picking up her stroking of his shaft and including the massage of his balls as he conversed with her Lady, listening in but moreso listening to her blood rushing through his veins and keeping him hot for her. Her kisses raking teeth as if she could taste herself through him. Oh yes, she wanted him. If he didn't protest in any way, she'd take him even while the pale-skinned Amazon of a woman watched. Did she want him to take her? Oh yes, so badly she'd take him first if she had to.<br><br>Every stroke of her small hand and coddling, tug and caress around his balls expressed in some song played by her body against his, in tune to the intoxication of opium and desire so thick in her veins it was practically sheet-music to every tremble of her body against his hyper-sensitive skin carefully orchestrated to please him and invoke his instinct to want her in return. To make good on his offer to take her. To deserve it because he cannot stand not doing it anymore. To make him want to give in to his own desires if only to indulge in her utter enjoyment of her own. A vital and responsive beast of humanity bred to never stop being alive, even if it killed her. Having the Lady watching only seemed to excite her for her client even more. She knew what was in the woman's hand and she knew it was impressive and yes, she wanted to ensure he knew she was here and wanting of him. Familiar with him. In tune with him. Knowing the Lady could hear, but more importantly, that he could; the emerald eyed slave whispered in a drag of her lips against his shoulder under the flutter of dark lashes like butterfly kisses. <strong>"I want you to take me, Master Creed..."</strong> Succulant suction of lips and a toil of her tongue before she marked his shoulder with a bite of her teeth which promised him she wanted to please him. All of him, even the parts that wanted sensation and surprise.<br><br><br><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/FantasyGirlNo04.jpg)</div><br>The Mistress of the Den was fascinated by the way the Vampire moved, his choice to face her full on and take his hands off her property to give her his full attention. Those dark crimson eyes curiously observed the excitement in which her slave moved against their client and the sound of her lips against his pale skin. Akuzua was enthusiastic and her lips applauded the girl in a smooth smile that seemed indulgent in the flow of power that moaned through the air in thick silence. This woman could make mortal men fall to their knees with a look and you'd think it an exaggeration until you saw it for yourself or felt the power of that look simply take the control from your spinal chord in that stiffening chill that allows your knees to give and gravity to trick you until a moment before the ground greets the culprit of your collapse. Lucky for Mr. Creed, he wasn't human and thankfully for Akuzua, she was dutifully keeping her attention on the Vampire.<br><br>She did, however, offer the Vampire a tiny tease of tempo that her fingers across her nylons offered in tandem to the slave's caress against his body as she observed him and took in his assurance of enjoyment and inquiry to her presence in his room during paying hours. Especially when he was so far ahead. Aenaxa knew he was having a good time, like him, she could feel it in the room. In the power he drank from it. Oh, she could feed a creature like him and not even get tired. No, she'd feed off his empowerment making that circle of power and desire ever stronger. A dangerous dame who came to see him personally, of course there was a reason. It carried over in the weight she shifted from one foot to another that took the first step toward him even as her slave touched his body in exact attempt to please him. He was a gorgeous man, she could freely admit -but didn't- as she flickered her wrist to shift her gloved hand and that menu in offer as the distance was closed between them enough for him to reach for it. <br><br><strong>"I bring the gift of opportunity. You are my most generous client and I wanted you to have the first chance to sample my new selection."</strong> Keen eyes observing his reactions to Akuzua and to the prospect of new toys to play with. He was a hungry creature for more than the blood and sex splattered around the ruined room. The mysterious Madam was curious about the effects of the DemonKin and Vampire on one another and was not above her own influences to make it happen. When she mentioned his generosity, she hadn't just meant the coin he'd spent in her den, the rumor that she gained power from the exploits within these walls was more than true. What ever the pale skinned Siren was, she radiated the sort of power that doesn't get fucked with but is hell-as-fun to indulge in. She had no fear, she was in absolute control even in the knowledge of uncontrollability. She was an enigma and she was offering him something tasty in the leather bound menu book. Sa'shen, in portrait and bio with the bright bidding line at the bottom. Desire for coin was always easier to take than desire for power and Aenaxa got both in this business. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>BlueThirteen</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 06:58:52</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/VampireManBanner.jpg)</div><br>Creed’s gaze remained fixed into Aenaxa’s. The playful grin spread across his lips was full of contrast yet perfectly complementary to the predatorial, analytical intention that lay within his eyes. An iridescent cloud of light danced within his amber eyes as if the very energy that coursed through his body strived to grow, pulsing with heated desire towards Lady X. If it was voluntary, he let none of it show. If it was supernatural, he probably knew nothing of it. He may have been reacting to the prospect of sating his thirst in the den’s owner or to that of Demonkin blood, subconsciously. The Vampire’s eyes, all on their own were of a hypnotic, enthralling charm that easily lead a woman’s mind astray to wherever he pleased. <br><br>But the being who stood before him here, was more than just a woman. All of the women in the den were, but more so its owner, who stayed a comfortable distance away from Creed as she handed him the leather binder. He held it comfortably within the crook of his palm without taking it out of her had, letting the gold cornered booklet act as a medium in a rare, defining connection to the den owner. He let silence, only broken by the wet sound of Akuzua’s lips dragging against his hard flesh in between wanting whines and moans and the quiet slapping sounds of her petite hands jerking him off, settle between them. <br><br>“Why, thank you, Madam. I know you’re always satisfied when your establishment is used…” Creed started, looking around at the room devastated by his and the doll’s sexual endeavours, gripping the binder more securely and pulling it back next to his body, letting it sit open at the first page, resting in one hand as the other gesticulated in a general sweeping motion, setting their lust driven carnage on display as to reinforce his choice of words. “…as thoroughly as we make use it.”<br><br>Creed let his hand comb through Akuzua’s hair, letting the soft locks of dark brown and hazel mingle between his fingers as he stroked her hair down along his chest, trying not to give into the temptation of taking her immediately. Oh, how he wanted her to break first, to kneel before him and service him with her perfect soft lips, wordlessly asking for his manhood, before he finally concluded his business and gave her what they both so desired. Creed studied the book with mild interest, flipping through the pages gently, each page sliding against his fingers with the characteristic sound of paper’s caress. A few of the new arrivals seemed interesting, but nothing spectacular. <br><br>Until he reached the last page. <br><br>He instantly knew why Lady X had come to present the catalogue to him. She knew he’d stop at nothing to take in her Demonkin blood, to take all the power that came with the purity he’d inevitably ruin. She was an attractive little thing too. Not a gorgeous, perfectly crafted temptress like Akuzua- but more than enough to take pleasure in her. He paused and looked up at the den’s owner. He knew that there were other clients with more funds than himself and with just as impressive a desire to take the Demonkin girl. And he knew that she knew it as well. If she was offering, than there was probably another way she could benefit from his taking of the Demonkin girl. And Creed would gladly cater to that endeavour of her's if he could get the Demonkin girl. Better yet, perhaps that form of negotiable payment could aid in paying his usual fees as well.<br>&nbsp;<br>He walked up to Aenaxa, his body once again slipping away from the blood doll’s touch. His immense, rigid cock bobbed in front of him as he neared her, pressing against the fabric that covered her soft, flat stomach, sliding its way up as it angled itself upwards more and more as he approached. He stood close enough to create a sensation of intimacy- though thatw as offset by the throbbing hard cock straining against her chest. Standing before her, catalogue safely clasped in one strong hand he handed it to her. Fighting his beastly desire to pillage from her the sex he craved, the answers to his questions and the rights to take the virginal ice-miner for himself, he coolly and composedly handed her the portfolio.<br><br>“I want the Demonkin girl Madam. I want her fresh and unspoiled. Go around and get bids from your other clients, and I’ll come visit you in your office later, so that we might negotiate payment. I am always your humble after all. If my coin doesn’t keep its value faced to the other offers you receive, then I’m sure I can find an alternative payment that’ll… please you.” He said with an honeyed tone that was honeyed enough to make her believe in his earnest fidelity yet bold enough to play in her most sexual thoughts. Enough for her to feel doubt. And where there was doubt there was curiosity. And nothing fed seduction like curiosity, the need, the desire to be sated with pseudo-innocent information that opened the door to all other desires…<br><br>“Now. I must offer my apologies Madam, but I believe that Akuzua is just as eager as myself to continue our session, so please, feel free to take a seat and watch if you desire to converse before leaving.” He said, almost absent-mindedly as he directed his attention to his favourite.
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				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 19:44:38</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/FantasyGirlNo04.jpg)</div><br><strong>C R E E D</strong>, he was such a powerhouse, just standing in this room was making the Lady feel great. Akuzua was doing a fantastic job of keeping the man's edge smooth, no doubt sharpened by the Madam's presence. Aenaxa continued to watch the scene before her without looking particularly at anything but those beautiful Amber eyes that fell to the menu in hand with a delicious grin on his lips. When he reached his hand out to accept the binder, he surprised her by simply putting a palm under it in such a way if she let go, it would fall between them. Her surprise was expertly hidden, not a shift in the air, the power, or even her expression. It might seem as though she expected him to do that, or perhaps, that she was unaffected by the gesture. Calm and collected as an ornate statue, the woman who stood six-two in her heels rarely had to look up at a man, with the distance between them, she almost looked level across at him, watching as he balanced the menu but didn't take it. He let a moment of relative silence fill the space between them, lewdly articulated by the sound of the Blood Doll's hand working diligently to massage his manhood. They were an exquisite desert almost in her lap and Aenaxa smiled a little broader as his voice penetrated the vulgar admissions of the slave to his body. He wouldn't know it exactly, but it had taken measurable effort for her to keep her power from snapping forth at him through the connection of that binder; the temptation to coat him in it and drink from his own power was strong. Especially when he wielded it so boldly and casually. Still, he wasn't the first firecracker she put in her proverbial mouth, so she swallowed her power back and prevented it from reaching across that connected distance, drifting back into her as he finally pulled the binder to him and from her hand.<br><br>Though her crimson hues remained fixed on his face, she took note of how his fingers glided through Akuzua's hair, how beautiful it looked against his bare naked chest in dark contrast to the pale color of his skin. A tilt of her head silently wondered if he was comforting the slave and her trembling need for him, or himself and his desire to have her...again. He took his time to skim the pages and she waited like the dew waits for the sun to melt it away; patient, unmoving, reflective and tentative with substance that is almost intangible. That last page got the reaction she was hoping for. Feeling it before seeing it and her smile took on the half tilt of a smirk; hook and line were set. The senses he radiated in the room were like candy, and though she didn't lick her lips and barely lifted a brow, the svelt Madam was eating him up. Soaking him in. Such power and such control, he was a diamond in the ruff and his coin was merely a bonus. Some flicker in the air suggested some part of him was understanding that, feeding into it, setting the stage for negotiations beyond money and trading in power. Of course, he couldn't <em>really</em> know what that was asking, but what man worth his life would pass up an opportunity to try? What Vampire? Especially when there was a Demonkin involved...<br><br>Her head righted itself as he took a step forward, right brow rising as he took another, pulling himself free of Akuzua's pleasure and bringing him so close to her that the wet tip of his cock smeared their honey across her lower belly wrapped in tightly belted leather. If she hadn't found him so alluring and curious, if it hadn't been so long since anyone dared to step toward her or to touch her even through her clothing, she would have put him on his knees right then. As it was, he might have felt the air around his body seem more solid the closer he stepped and nearly unbreathable as he touched her with his throbbing mushroom head, taking it further by stepping closer still and making that veiny meat rise in a slow caress that caused a flutter in her abs, obscured by the leather that bound them. It was fortunate for him that he was a vampire and didn't need to breath, as her abilities went, this was a subtler one that seemed not at all subtle to the skin and musculature trying to maneuver within such air to casually offer her the portfolio. He could, at least, take satisfaction in realizing that meant he had <em>some</em> effect on the impervious Lady X. Accepting the menu as though the air were as light as light itself and smiling broader in her pleased observation of how his contoured muscles were forced to work harder to impress upon her, his presence and the leather binder. <em><strong>Delicious</strong></em>.<br><br>Standing her ground and making no move toward him, not a shift of hips or rub of thighs, not an arch of her spine or a deeper drawn breath of him, Aenaxa let her eyes drop to his lips as he spelled out his terms and promised worth-while negotiations. His voice was lovely, even to a creature as herself, resounding through her ribs where his cockhead kissed as though it wanted to nestle between those lovely breasts framed in that black egyptian cotton robe. In her heels, she was just too tall for it to reach and the naked skin that tempted him in such small quantity remained untouched. The heat he felt radiating off of her might very well have always been there and he simply hadn't gotten close enough to feel it; afterall, she did&nbsp; have a habit of conducting business at a safe distance. Not one to underestimate her opposition, or her clients. He was standing in her power and might not realize it was apart of her and not something she had effected in the air as a vampire might have. Aenaxa was something <em>much</em> older. There was no doubt, but there was curiosity. Lady X had more money than she knew what to do with, hired folks to figure it out for her even, but it was the power that came with it which she most desired, cherished, and enjoyed. Already she knew there would be bids he could not financially outweigh, but what they had in money, he had in power. In his ability and willingness to use it. <br><br>He was graced with a smile that parted her lips and offered the promising flash of small fangs; canines and incisors, upper and lower.&nbsp; He might not have exactly felt the air get lighter by increments but he would have noticed it was breathable again when he took his next breath to have the air to feed his vocal chords sound and offer her his apologies. Eyes shifted from him to her slave as he turned, giving her the view and letting her feel his cock slide off her belly leaving behind a vulgarly smeared and backwards "7" of slickness from him and her slave which she made no effort what-so-ever to remove. Low and mortally-orgasmic chuckle escaped her lovely lips before she made a pleased sound that was still, very much a decline before her voice lifted to conclude her stay here. <strong>"I'll be in my office when you are through, Mr. Creed."</strong> Power flowing with her next words, toward her slave, <strong>"Serve well, Akuzua."</strong> Then she turned, and without a sound (literally) she exited the room, taking her heat and the majority of her power with her. It wouldn't take her long to compile the bids, none of them surprising her though some would be obscene. Demonkin are hard to find this side of reality, let alone a virgin and her client list was long, wealthy, and influential with a greed for power. Sa'Shen just became the most wanted treasure in supernatural indulgence. <br><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/FantasyGirlNo09.jpg)</div><br>Akuzua indulged in his flesh with her hands, her body, and especially her mouth. He wanted her on her knees and her lips around his cock in a desperate plea to have him and it was already on her mind. The Blood Doll simply wouldn't get between him and her Mistress unless one or both of them told her to. With Lady X in the room, Akuzua's natural desires were deepened and empowered, the subtleties of how Mr Creed effected the Crimson-Eyed woman were like fine shivers inside the Blood Doll who had a direct link with the woman. Easily mistook for her own excited trembling as she stroked his shaft with pleasure, kissed upon his shoulder and back and felt the sensual shift of his body against her and in her hands. The bred beauty wanted him badly indeed but sated her desires with touching him while he conducted his business. Letting her fingers press upon his throbbing veins and pull them and the blood they carried toward the tip of his cock where she twisted her wrists to massage the lip of his spongy head before consuming it in her palm and letting her fingers drag across the very top before gripping around him again to stroke back down to the base of his body as if she were pulling him into her tighter. Her moans were shameless and became more wanton as time progressed.<br><br>The choke of power that her Mistress managed to hold back as they held the binder between them made her own loins tighten hard and forced the girl to lean into Mr. Creed for a moment, easily taken in by the intensity of the moment which outwardly seemed so casual and direct. He was looking through the booklet and she could hear the pages turning, pulled and stroked on his shaft with more passion and desire as her lips dragged his shoulder in dire need and desire to wrap around the shaft her hands occupied. Akuzua wanted him inside her and the desire to taste him was growing, making her mouth even more eager to have him. To remind him who his favorite was and how badly she could make him want her. The stroke of her hair but a tease to her senses and desire for this pale skinned creature of the night. Akuzua would beg him, beg with her lips and tongue in that warm mortal mouth of hers if only he wasn't conducting business with her Mistress. Her trembles met with the wet plink of her dripping cunt making more of a mess on the floor beneath her while she touched their Client and he throbbed with heightened excitement upon reading the demonkin's page. The bred slave felt it and moaned in mourning for it, wanting it to be hers. Letting one hand take over his head in polishing of her palm against the tip that allowed her fingers to grip and massage that sensitive lip while her other hand continued to stroke him with a firm grip and twist to cover the entire girth and width though her small hand couldn't complete a circle around it. A mortal man could not have withstood her ministrations so casually, let alone stepped away without letting loose a load. <em>Gods, she wanted him.</em> <br><br>Pouting, her hands were drawn away from him with a whimper and whine of involuntary protest that left her drifting to her knees in his wake. Her emerald eyes fixed on him as he approached her Mistress so boldly, painted her outfit with their pleasures and the kiss of his cock against her. Akuzua moaned and seized her breasts in her hands with a harsh grope that aimed to take the edge off her want which squeezed her pussy so tight more of those hot juices dripped from her loins and onto the floor. His tie lapped between those soft mounds and licked toward the wet pucker of her nether-lips as though to have a taste and her hips rolled into it, both caressing the soft fabric and denying it the indulgence of her moistness as her body stretched. It was unfathomable for Akuzua that her Mistress seemed so outwardly unaffected by Mr Creed and his ample charm and sexual prowess. He was clearly capable, fully able, and hard pressed with want; how could Lady X just stand there and not reach out to him?! To be so close she could just lean forward and kiss him, or claim his cock or any number of other things she didn't do. Her power was so rich even the mortal could feel it from across the room, unaware of just how thick it soaked their client who dared to step into the Madam's personal space. It was intoxicating to watch, to feel, from where she knelt with her hands pinching, pulling, and twisting her nipples with a quiver of her thighs that denied the throb of her cunts desire to be penetrated by him. <br><br>The petite exotic bred Blood Doll was too excited to be entirely disappointed when she heard Master Creed advise the Madam of his desire for the demonkin and his willingness to negotiate to ensure he got her. How could a mere mortal compete with a Demonkin? A virgin at that, if she surmised right on his desire for her freshness remaining unspoiled... If anything, it made the dark haired vixen want him more and her hands dropped from her breasts to the floor in front of her knees just as he turned to remind the Lady he was in the middle of a session already. Thrilling the girl on the floor and making her ache with need as he acknowledged her desire and eagerness and prompting her to start forward on her hands and knees in a naked slink across the floor toward him. His invitation to Aenaxa making Akuzua moan hopefully, drunk on her power and her blood richer for it already, just by being in her presence and having that connection with the woman, what ever she was. By the time Lady X spoke to Akuzua and offered her more power, the girl was at his feet and whispered with a hot breath before his groin, <strong>"Yes, Mistress."</strong> Looking those beautiful green eyes up at Master Creed, her Master if only for the time being, and there could be no doubt to the depth of her need though she articulated it in the next breath before the Madam had quite made it from the room, <strong>"Please, Master..."</strong><br><br>The begging had begun, those words chased with her lips as her hands rose along his thighs lest he stopped her. Not waiting to steady his shaft, her lips followed the throbs and twitches until she could capture the wet knob in her mouth, so eager to have him she took him right down in a hot, wet drink of his dick right down her throat. Lavish tongue licked along the underside, pushing out and making room as she consumed him in a steady, not too-fast line that guided his cock to the back of her mouth, to box her tonsils while she swallowed to prepare to take him down, to fight the desire to gag around the meat that made her lips stretch around and her jaw tight with pressure. Akuzua took his cock into her throat with a massage of swallows that made her shudder. Meeting her lips to his groin and her chin to his balls as her hands finally made their brace against the base of his cock, gracing her cheeks and ready to grab him as she pulled back so he'd not feel released at all while she took another breath once his tip cleared her throat. Being mortal had disadvantages, but the playful minx managed them well enough, looking up at him with watering eyes as she pushed forward again, letting her hands trace back down his shaft to his groin and spreading out so she could kiss him, cock pushing the limits of her mouth and pretty little neck circled in his tie that tickled her abs and the slight bounce of her breasts as she bobbed in tight strokes of her held breath, sucking on the shaft she wanted inside her so badly she took it in her mouth. Would milk it wetly and lewdly with her mouth in plea for him to want her. Face flush with the need to breathe, her fingertips slid and gripped his hips to hold her there a moment longer, fighting the limits of her own abilities if only or the chance to make him feel such pleasure that he offered her by allowing her to serve him. Pleasure that made her moan while she groaned with the effort that made those tears fall and a hot exhale blow out her cheeks around his cock buried in her mouth and down her throat. Akuzua had to pull back, to suck that cool air around his cock in a gasp the second it cleared from the back of her throat, and shuddering with a puddle beneath her.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>BlueThirteen</strong> on <strong>27-02-2013, 18:23:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/VampireManBanner.jpg)</div><br>Creed smiled as he felt Aenaxa’s energy leave the room along with her. Though his gaze stayed directed at the slave working his gargantuan, hard manhood, he saw nothing of it. His mind was filled with the promise of demonkin blood coursing through his veins, with the radiant energies of the den’s mistress and with the fantasy of dominating her, born of his earlier success in taunting her. Oh yes, how he’d fuck her- She was little different then the women of his human entourage. Bored of wielding a power so colossal that conceit became vanity, a power so indomitable that crushing men and women became a lifestyle, that victory became a boring habit. Such women craved to be taken, to be eclipsed by a larger power and fucked madly by it. <br><br>There was always the risk of a move too bold bringing about their wrath, but nothing could be worse than fearing them, when all they wanted was a daring, powerful man to share their power with. Oh yes, how he’d fuck her- And when he would, the overwhelming aura he’d felt around him, multiplied tenfold or more in its power, would pour into him through their carnal union. Or so he hoped.<br><br>But those thoughts were those of another moment, one yet to come. Looking down at Akuzua, as she moaned into his throbbing length, her saliva and the juices of her anticipated pleasure mingling about in a small, slick puddle beneath her, Creed’s eyes lit up with hunger.<br><br>His thoughts were not only a fantasy, but an appetizer.<br><br>Now fully focused on Akuzua’s lewd massage of licks and swallows, he let loose his desire upon her, even as she engulfed the entirety of his immense cock. Dancing at the limit of her breath, he let a strong, rough hand sift in between the soft locks of her hazel hair, gripping it at its base and holding her mouth around his dick. His supernatural, animal instinct dictating his actions, he kept her mouth coiled around him even as she let loose the warm exhale of air, his senses kicking into overdrive as he carefully registered each beat of her heart, a slow yet excited beating wildly accelerating as she choked on his hardness.<br><br><em>Ba-Thump.</em> Her eyes went wide as the lack of oxygen began its slow burn, throat still squeezing and releasing him, endlessly attempting to pleasure her master. <em>Ba-Thump</em> Her tongue wriggled underneath his cock, final licks as her eyes began to roll back into her head. <em>Ba-Thump</em> Fire burned her lung, teeth beginning to scrape his skin- <em>Ba-Thump</em> –as the pain forced her to clench her mouth. <em>Ba-Thump</em> Insatiable, both of them. <em>Ba-Thump</em> Ready to die. <em>Ba-Thump</em> To kill. <em>Ba-Thump</em> For pleasure.&nbsp; <em>Ba-Thump</em> Sexual. <em>Ba-Thump</em> Pleasure.<br><br>Before her heart could beat another, final beat, Creed released her, a deep sigh of satisfaction escaping his lips, a sticky filament of precum stretching from his cock head to his slave’s mouth as she drew in clean, sane air, only tinted with the smell, the power, the essence of Creed’s sex. “I want to <em>fuck</em> you.” He whispered, looking down at his favourite, his twitching cock still glistening with her saliva, standing immobile a second more before quickly pushing her to the floor, his movements a mere blur. His hands parted her legs, as he dropped to his knees, each of his movements deformed and reflected by the little lake of bodily fluids beneath them. He continued his sexual assault without so much as a second’s interruption, perfect movements following one another with precision and fluidity.<br><br>Creed was lustful, hungering for blood and sex- But he was not blind in such. The undead was the apex of passion and control, moving savagely yet carefully. He didn’t want to hurt her in his desire- He wanted her cumming on his hard cock as he fucked her like an animal. <br>He brought his thick cock head to her opening, spreading copious amounts of precum against her soft, wet lips. He could feel her wetness dripping off his manhood, could feel her soft insides pressed tight together, hot and begging for him. He gripped her waist, knuckles whitening ramming his cock into her. He sank into her, her body holding him tightly, albeit without offering any resistance to his intrusion, on the contrary taking in his thickness greedily. A rammed himself into her, with strong, quick stokes that carried him deep, pummelling her cervix, each thrust threatening to penetrate it, to the reach the deepest confines of her sex as he mercilessly fucked her, keeping his grip strong on the smooth skin of her hips.<br><br>Amber eyes, clouded with shadows of lust stared back at Akuzua as he began licking the soft curves of her breasts, the delicate, soft contact of his tongue contrasting his rough grip and violent fucking, as her tan complexion contrasted his pale skin and the ebony curtains of his hair. Quickly escalating into hungrier, lustful licks, Creed bore his white, sharp fangs, their immaculate image clear in the blood doll’s vision before they sank into her breast, the vampire greedily drinking her blood, drops of red dripping off his chin and trickling along the curve of her breast as he fucked her, light shining in his amber irises, burning away the obscure clouds that fogged his eyes.<br><br>He raised his body, neck craning back as he howled in satisfaction, his mouth stained red with blood, as his cry slowly evolved into laughter. Looking back down at his doll, he smiled a crimson smile, as his cock finally battered down the walls of her cervix, finally sinking the entirety of his thick length into her, his wide shaft plumbing her womb, stimulating every speck of her insides with each vigorous thrust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood and Opium: Hedonistic Conquest (images NSFW)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 09:19:22</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/FantasyGirlNo04.jpg)</div><br>Mr. Creed thought right about the Den Mistress; an Ancient soul, in some part, tired of being in control. Aenaxa departed with her own thoughts of feeding him power to unleash on herself. Confident in his abilities to use it properly and for their mutual benefit, she nevertheless wanted to test him out first by allowing him the opportunity to break the DemonKin's virgin seal. Lady X could think of no better way to observe him under a tsunami of power, to watch him drown in it and see if he would sink or swim. While not the same thing, it was as close a comparison as she had crossed in her time, the breaking of seals in semi-divine beings like Sa'Shen. The blood of the pure being stronger than the broken but the blood of the breaking stronger than both. The Den Mistress was rather looking forward to the show, a private smile curling her perfectly painted lips as those spike heels clicked down the hall toward her office. Shamelessly, she allowed her fingertips to play across the backward "7" of their sex he'd smeared with his cock against her leather corseted abs and brought a taste of it to that smile. Just a soft paint against her lower lip before she assaulted it with her tongue and gently suckled on her fingertip consideringly. <em>Promises, Promises.</em><br><br>Just because she was set on giving the girl to the vampire, Mr. Creed, didn't mean her negotiations with her other clients were any less zealous. Aenaxa might be older than sin but she knew how to operate a business and how to ensure the highest bids. It helped that many of her clients were already familiar with the rumors of what a Demonkin's blood could do for them and not all of them were vampires though all were willing to tap their limits to win the bid for power. All the while, she enjoyed the benefits of running a Blood and Opium den with every breath of power soaking into her core. Her rooms were full and her girls were occupying her clients, invoking their power and giving them a fill of what ever they desired so that their Mistress, Lady X herself, could get her fill. Like an addiction, one can never get enough even when they are older than the word itself. In no rush, she paid special attention to Mr. Creed and his favorite, Akuzua. He was rather relentless with her but Aenaxa knew the girl was bred to take it and trained to enjoy it. That smile she'd been wearing since she left was slowly blooming into a grin and the Ancient Enigma was pleased, pushing a button to send for the Demonkin. <br><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/FantasyGirlNo09.jpg)</div><br>Akuzua noticed he wasn't paying attention to her despite how she worshiped his cock with her mouth and hands and still, she didn't mind. This was his time and she was his place within this palace and wanted to remind him she was his favorite for a reason. Like a lullaby coaxing his engorged shaft to propel his pulse into lulling Ecstasy so ripe and rich it might sooth his mind if not occupy it. Suckling and moaning, pushing him deep into her throat as if she'd swallow him down and lavishing his manhood with the desire she felt humming through her whole body, enriching her mortal blood as it throbbed through her naked flesh dripping on the floor in front of him. Yes, she was shameless and took her Mistress' bid to serve well rather seriously. As if the man himself didn't compel her passion; which he did. Akuzua wanted him badly, deeply, and eagerly and she was unabashed in expressing it with the lick and twirl of her tongue against the bottom of his dick as it slid down her throat through the pressure of her sucking lips. Of course it made her moan. Made her fight the gag against his invasion of such soft, intimate, inner parts. Those emerald eyes watering but looking up at him as her head bobbed just to watch that handsome face lost in thought finally come back to her. <br><br>Oh how the look in his eyes made her whine around his cock, brows dipping in want so heavy she arched her breasts in support of it, tickling his legs with her nipples as his hand slid into her hair. Her hands braced on his thighs and gripped in tight surprise as his fingers held tight to her hair and skull, keeping her lips kissed against his groin and his dick down her throat. A hard shudder ran through the mortal woman, vibrating around his shaft with a sound of dirty pleasure strangled by instinctive reaction and need to breathe. Tears spilled from her eyes as they widened further still, surprised that he still held her where she choked and gasped around his cock, swallowing it down and moaning with such shivers that shook her whole body. Throat and cunt tight as can be, dripping on the floor in her excitement and desperation to please him, she did not fight him. Didn't try to push him away but held on. Felt the wild humming hammer of her own heart slow and her moans were groans tightened around the thickness choking down her throat and pushing her into death throws so exquisitely full of his Mastery of her that she spilled more sweet honey on the floor on the last two heart beats. A release of her tension and preparation to offer the final good bye staring up at the darkness behind her eyes while feeling him watching her. <em>Sweet release, Mr Creed...</em><br><br>The blood doll swayed as she gasped around his shaft before it even cleared her lips, tongue curling to flick the lip of his tip on exit before her head dipped back and her eyes blinked forward to look up at him in watery seas of the deepest green. His precum and her saliva like rope that tethered them together from her lips to his cock and Akuzua was happy to have it that way. To see the look in his eyes and hear the words rumbling from his lips in promise she felt with the push of his hands. It didn't take much to put her back into the puddle of her own desire for him among remnants of their previous play throughout the room before Lady X interrupted. A blood doll could feel no better satisfaction, a slave and a whore, his desire for her was sublime and he became her own sanctuary as he parted her thighs and sank his body into her without reservations. He wanted to fuck her so he did and she was so tight with the temptation he had to push his way in, so slick he slid in the squeezing grip of the bred cunt coaxing his cock to her cervix with ease. Every kissing thrust made her jolt and moan, his grip on her hips much broader and stronger than her's on his arms but no less desperate to hold on; to pull their bodies together.<br><br>His lean down to her breasts kept her watching him with pleasure drunk eyes but his attention was too sweet, and his fucking too deep and her head rolled back with her eyes. Lips parted in a breathy cry as tight as the tension that sang through her body and broke the moment he broke skin. The first taste of her blood being quickly enriched as she spilled her honey over his cock and shivered beneath him in renewed vigorous heart beat. <strong><em>"Master!"</em></strong> A breathy cry from her lips and squeezed from her throat as she arched and writhed against him, cumming around his cock in excited ripples that milked him and made it easier for him to breach her most sacred place. Her orgasm tripped harder and she cried out and raked her nails down his arms before dropping her hands to the floor in her need to brace herself. Shuddering in exquisite excellence, she moaned for him and she soaked his cock in her juices because his body had demanded it. His laughter serenaded it. <strong>"Master!"</strong> She repeated more deliberately, lifting her hands and her body to meet him, her eyes a flutter of sensation riding through her but seeking him. To taste her blood on his lips while he penetrated the deepest part of her and kept thrusting through her ecstasy. Like Praise and thanks, she wanted to be something he could lose himself in. <em>Come to me Creed, cum in me!</em> A thought she couldn't speak but her body begged. Such a lovely little blood doll.<br><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/E-Images/FantasyGirlNo02.jpg)</div><br>Sa'Shen could feel them all like still-soft butterfly wings stretching and ripe against the cocoon of her awareness. The former Ice Miner wasn't used to being barefoot, every step was so carefully laid and lifted upon the hallway floors that her escorts had a hard time not watching her, those in front wishing they could. The gauzy white dress did little to hide the natural sway of her youthful hips just blooming in womanhood and rather proportionate to her delicate ribs and narrow shoulders. The soft swell of her breasts so firm and pert they jiggled rather than swayed with her progress through the Den upon her summons to Lady X's office. Taller than the bred beauty writhing beneath the man she was being promised to, but shorter than the Mistress promising her to him, the fair haired and rainbow eyed beauty meandered at an even five and a half feet tall. Like an angel without wings there was magic in her eyes, just swirling around in observation and curiosity. Convinced that the Lady and her 'friends' weren't going to hurt her, she didn't understand why she was being escorted. Did the Lady believe she would try to run? Where would she go? She barely knew the language here and had known no life outside the ice mine.<br><br>As she passed the closed door she could hear nothing but the movement of herself and her escorts but she could feel the blood-dolls release and the way it was triggered by the way the other entity drank from her blood. Was it so exciting? Being a virgin didn't stop her body from reacting to all the desire, lust, and satisfaction soaking through the air and being drank by the woman in the office. The woman who purchased her from the raiders. The woman who treated her well but promised she would be given to a man and that she would please him because she is a woman. He would drink from her blood because it would give him power and that was her gift for the pleasure he would give her. Having never known a man in such ways, they were all blank promises that had no real meaning to her. Because of her 'conditioning' she knew excitement more than ever before, the promise and wetness of her body's desire to be mated but the Monsters were new to her. The Ice Miner didn't know what she was, let alone what they were and walked like a mortal to the chamber of the devil though she was the DemonKin visiting something older than the Devil.<br>
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