The Next Age (Oniya and Porphyre) [D/s]
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				Title: <strong>The Next Age (Oniya and Porphyre) [D/s]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 06:57:42</strong>
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				Humanity had waited for the end of the world with something approaching levity.&nbsp; After all, so many doomsayers had predicted 'The End Is Near' that by the year 2011, it had lost its sting.&nbsp; Apocalyptic prophecies were the subject of ridicule - or low-budget movies.<br><br>By New Year's Day, 2013, they had a different opinion.<br><br>A little over a week before, on the very day that so many had predicted, a dark slash had opened in the sky.&nbsp; At the same time, a virtual net of glowing lines had flared over the entire world, linking such sites as the Serpent Mound, Stonehenge, Macchu Picchu, and the Great Sphinx.&nbsp; The day after, even the most hardened skeptic had a sense of relief at being able to awaken at all.<br><br>Then, the demons came.<br><br>They issued forth from the gash in the sky, destroying any resistance with mere gestures.&nbsp; Civilization crumbled, and humanity cowered in fear.&nbsp; Over an unbelievably short time, this life in the shadows became the norm.<br><br>Lira wasn't content to be part of the 'norm'.&nbsp; By 2015, she had made up her mind what she wanted to do.&nbsp; She was old enough to make her own decisions, and she had decided that she wanted a piece of that comfort and control back in her life.&nbsp; She dressed in a simple white shift that came just to her knees, and a pair of sandals, and walked boldly towards one of the massive palaces that the demons had constructed.&nbsp; Her long, dark hair cascaded in waves down her back, and she seemed the picture of confidence as she lifted and dropped the iron ring that was set in the front door.<br><br>The truth was, she felt like she was about to step off a cliff.&nbsp; Some would call her insane, or say that she was sacrificing herself, but she didn't care.&nbsp; She was going to give herself to the new rulers and at least be able to live the rest of her life in relative comfort.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Age (Oniya and Porphyre) [D/s]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Porphyre</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 09:47:44</strong>
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				Nimus stood apart from many of his brethren that had entered the human world on the day of their ascension with nothing but hate and bloodlust on their minds. While the bulk of the demons spilt forth in droves to do nothing but slaughter and feast off the desperate, helpless little creatures that infested the world, too preoccupied with their own immediate gratifications or embroiled in their centuries old feuds, he was one of the few who led a following with greater purpose. Adept at politics and subterfuge, intelligent enough to manipulate and seize opportunities as they arose, Nimus saw this world as something more than fuel for the timeless fire. He was a leader, and if he played his cards right, this world would belong to him.<br><br>A world that was nothing but ashes and rubble was not worth having. Oh, the humans had to go. Their armies of lifeless metal beasts and crude, rational magic which they called science wrought more destruction upon themselves and the world than the whole of Nimus' forces, which numbered only in the thousands on their arrival. Their tanks, planes, and nuclear weapons flattened entire landscapes. They brought repercussions in the form of fallout to their own people quicker and with less discrimination than he would have done if he had ten million warriors. <br><br>And so, until the last of their great armies fell, fighting tooth and nail to put as many of his brethren down as they could, Nimus bided his time. He placated his enemies by staying out of their way. The humans he encountered, he enslaved and used as breeding stock to bolster his ranks until they were spent. He only let his minions use them for their perversions as long as they respected his greater purpose. Those who crossed the line were made examples of. Those who fought and lived with respect were rewarded. Anger and feral instinct prevented so many who were more powerful than him from seeing the benefits of restraint.<br><br>By the time the humans were through fighting back, cowering in whatever holes they could find to let the demons fight their war, his faction had become an empire that controlled an entire continent. By then the other leaders, his enemies, had noticed him. But, by then, they lacked the power to crush him. The real war, for Nimus, was just beginning. <br><br>It would be a glorious struggle. His Goddess would love him once again.<br><br>The form Nimus took on this world was closer than many to that of the humans. They were not built only to fight and reproduce. Their forms were more suited for the one thing he saw in them that he liked - a knack for creation. Soft skin, dexterous, supple hands, expressive features. There was something to them actually worthy of respect. The real monsters of his world took his reserved appearance as nothing but weakness, but he knew better. Beauty was not lost on him.<br><br>He stood nearly seven feet tall with charcoal black skin and a hairless body. Chitinous plates started at his neck and rolled down his back to protect him from surprises in the few battles he did fight himself. His wings, a last gift from his goddess he had to beg to receive, were equally dark leather covered in razor spines. His teeth and eyes glistened perfect white, nearly matching the claws on his hands and feet. Around him he wore symbols of his glory. Strung on leather straps and chains were trinkets and mementos of fallen enemies. A simple cloth wrapped around his waist, painted with the symbols of his goddess, hid his loins from view as a statement of restraint and civility. <br><br>Alone in his palace, he stood and waited for the return of a messenger. News of the latest conflict was pending, and he grew bored of the wait. When the sound of knocking at the palace door echoed through the antechamber, his eyes snapped to it with suspicion. It was not his messenger, but who would dare to come to such a place without being expected?<br><br>A pair of his minions, gargoyles that were half his size and covered in black scales slithered on claws and tails to answer the door. They pulled it open, and by the looks they gave the human female, she was lucky Nimus himself was watching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Age (Oniya and Porphyre) [D/s]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 16:48:25</strong>
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				Lira's voice almost died in her throat as she saw the demon towering above her.&nbsp; She knew they were big, but it was one thing to see them from a distance and quite another to have one within arm's length.&nbsp; As a way to collect herself, she made a deep curtsy.&nbsp; <br><br>"My lord," she began, willing her voice not to tremble.&nbsp; "I come to offer myself into your service, as is fitting for your station."&nbsp; She raised her eyes slowly, taking in his frankly dangerous appearance.&nbsp; "I do this of my own free will, for whatever duties you would require of me."&nbsp; She eyed the two gargoyles, and hoped that those duties would not take her too near the hungry-looking creatures.
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				Post by: <strong>Porphyre</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 17:28:27</strong>
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				The demon lord's expression was a mixture of disbelief and suspicion. Who was this human female, that she would show up at his door alone and out of the blue, professing to want nothing more than to serve him? It was a first, and could be some kind of trick. <br><br>Reading her from a distance he could tell that she was nervous, regardless of how hard she tried to mask it. He could smell the fear on her, but his enemies could be clever and deceitful. Her fear was not enough.<br><br>The demon lord approached, crossing the distance of the antechamber until he towered over her smaller figure from only a few feet away. The gargoyle things recoiled from his presence as if instinctively pushed back into the corners by an aura that surrounded him. Their eyes never left Lira, and neither did Nimus'.<br><br>She possessed those physical features only humans had that could inflame the passions of lust and depravity in a demon. Her limited attire did very little to hide that from their eyes, but even as he dwarfed her, placing himself in a position where he could easily take her life before she could so much as let out a whimper, he did not trust her. <br><br>His voice was a heavy baritone that could be felt in her chest. Milky, inhuman eyes searched her own. <br><br>"You would come here alone like this, to give yourself to me, girl? Why should I believe you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Age (Oniya and Porphyre) [D/s]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 18:38:34</strong>
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				Lira raised her eyes all the way to meet that blind-seeming gaze.&nbsp; "What reason do I have to lie, my lord?&nbsp; Is it unreasonable to acknowledge that my race has been subjugated?&nbsp; That we have no chance against your powers?&nbsp; It only makes sense to accept the inevitable and choose a life that has more meaning than hiding among the rats and vermin."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Age (Oniya and Porphyre) [D/s]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Porphyre</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 00:49:57</strong>
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				"What reason indeed," he said, taking another step closer so that he stood only inches away. "There are those who would play such tricks. Guise themselves as a human female, or use one to get closer to me."<br><br>He reached out with a hand then, to grab and hold her by her neck. The movement was swift, but he squeezed only enough to let her know that he had the strength to snap her in two. He wanted to feel her fear, the racing of her heart, the shaking of her muscles. If she was really scared, he wanted to know. His hand was nearly large enough to wrap all the way around.<br><br>"What use have I for a frail human female? I could kill you, and let my pets have what's left."<br><br>His face was a cold, unreadable mask, but he was not a simple beast. There showed in him at least some signs of empathy, even if he didn't speak it. If he was going to kill her, he would have. His grip slowly loosened, slid away from her neck, down over her chest and the curve of her side. His eyes wandered too, and the suggestion was obvious.<br><br>"Or take you at my leisure, and then decide what to do with you later. Which should I choose?"
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 03:59:19</strong>
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				Lira's heart pounded as she felt the sheer strength in his hand - as restrained as it was.&nbsp; Her eyes went wide, wondering if she'd miscalculated after all.&nbsp; As his threatening grip turned more lascivious, she felt a surge of relief.<br><br>"I would be more use to you alive than dead, my lord," she said shakily.&nbsp; "I fear I would make but a small meal for two such as those."&nbsp; She still eyed the gargoyles nervously - and with good reason.
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				Post by: <strong>Porphyre</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 11:31:40</strong>
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				Her fear placated him once more. If she was a fake, a liar, or a spy, she wouldn't be shaking the way she was. With his hand on her chest, he could feel her heartbeat racing. She was just a human and she didn't want to die.<br><br>He stared at her and studied her for seconds more, leering at her features, which he liked very much, and also daring her to break down and start crying. But she didn't beg. She didn't break down. She had a will of her own and a determination to get past the miserable life the humans were stuck with.<br><br>When she looked again to his gargoyles, he followed her gaze to one of the creatures. The thing had claws and scales the same colour as Nimus', but it was far from human. A vicious tail writhed around on the stone floor behind it and it kept one of its clawed hands braced against the wall. Golden eyes, slitted like a feline's, looked back at its master hopefully.<br><br>"Then you will serve me without question, girl." He said, looking back to Lira. "You will prove yourself to me and do whatever pleases me to see. Give your body to me, and I will decide if I will keep you."
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 15:29:24</strong>
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				Mustering all of her courage, Lira nodded.&nbsp; "It is yours, my lord, she said, reaching up to begin unbuttoning the garment.&nbsp; Four buttons opened it to the middle of her chest, exposing well-formed breasts that were contained by a pair of lacy triangles - one of the few undergarments she had that were still in good enough repair to display.&nbsp; <br><br>As she continued down to her navel, she watched the demon for any sign of his reaction.&nbsp; She would stop at the first sign of disapproval.
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				Post by: <strong>Porphyre</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 18:01:36</strong>
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				He was surprised at how willing she was. Surprised and pleased. He liked what he saw, and stood watching her unbutton the shift with eyes that she might, in some way, have at least an ounce of power over him. Nimus began to lust for what she was offering. Willing women were in short supply.<br><br>If she thought pleasing him was going to be easy, though, she was mistaken. His own physical desires were only the beginning. 
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 18:12:34</strong>
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				The shift fell to the floor, leaving her standing in her bra and panties.&nbsp; The latter were a bit more conservative - high cut on the legs, but fully covering her sex.&nbsp; "Do I please you, my lord?" she asked, still a little nervous about his reactions.&nbsp; He had her very life at his disposal - although she doubted that he would waste it so lightly at this point.
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				Post by: <strong>Porphyre</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 18:55:23</strong>
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				White eyes followed the shift as it hit the floor, and continued slowly up her body, taking in everything he saw studiously and without a hint of reservation. Like most males, he was a fine judge of female anatomy. More important to him than her body, which was going to be used for his pleasures one way or the other, was her mind. Her devotion was going to be tested later.<br><br>He didn't admit his approval. "We shall see how much you please me. Come." <br><br>The demon lord indicated for her to step inside beyond the doorway and into the lavish antechamber of his palace. It was extravagant as befitted one of his stature. Marble floors grounded walls that were adorned with a gruesome style of art and architecture that mirrored his demonic roots. Organic shapes, tendrils and spines, carved out of ebony wound their way up various pillars. Huge windows overlooked the countryside. <br><br>In the center of the room was a massive marble table... or was it an altar? The distinction was hard to make. The thing had nothing on it.<br><br>He placed a hand on her back as he led her toward the table. The two gargoyles scurried to seal the door and one of them snagged the abandoned shift to go drag into a corner.<br><br>"Tell me your name, human."
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 19:17:47</strong>
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				"Lira," she answered, looking around the room in fascination.&nbsp; Her eyes skittered away from the altar-table as they approached it, taking in the magnificent carvings, some of which looked as if they'd been grown out of the architecture instead of being formed by living hands.
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				Post by: <strong>Porphyre</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 19:39:24</strong>
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				With her back turned to him as she observed the room, he traced a finger down her back and then slid it around her front to rest between her legs, over her panties. Stepping up close behind her, his other hand cupped over her breast and he pulled her body up against his so that she could feel his arousal&nbsp; stiffening up against her. <br><br>He leaned over her to bring his lips down next to her ear. "Do you like what you see, Lira?"
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 01:35:56</strong>
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				"It's - magnificent," she said, and meant it.&nbsp; The fine materials would have cost a fortune in the days before The Day, and that didn't include the workmanship.&nbsp; The altar was unnerving, though, for all its simplicity.&nbsp; She tried to cover her unease with humor.<br><br>"This - isn't the dining room, is it?"
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				Post by: <strong>Porphyre</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 07:46:27</strong>
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				He let his hands slip away from her body and straightened up, chuckling in his deep voice at her question. <br><br>"And if it was, it would be too late for you." <br><br>With an outstretched palm, he indicated the altar to her. "Sit."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 03:21:14</strong>
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				With a shiver, she eased herself up onto the marble table.&nbsp; It was cold and hard underneath her, seeming to draw the heat from her body.&nbsp; Was this going to be some sort of ceremony?&nbsp; She realized she knew nothing at all about the practices of the strange creatures that had invaded not so long ago.
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				Post by: <strong>Porphyre</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 18:56:59</strong>
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				With her on the table, a malicious grin spread itself across Nimus' features. It was an image only seen by the unluckiest of people - those who were at his mercy and about to experience the perversions he kept at bay for most of his days. Few lived after placing themselves on the altar.<br><br>"Now we will see if you have the strength to follow through with what you've started, girl."<br><br>As the lust within him rose, tempted by the promises laid down before him, he began to recite an incantation in his native tongue. He kept his hands off of her, although his desire to take her himself, then and there, was strong. <br><br>Responding to his alien words, the alter began to tremble and grow warmer beneath her and along with it, the dark carvings of the room began to twitch and writhe. The air around her became thick with power that only Nimus could feel. The power belonged to the world he was from, and it knew only the one emotion he used to summon it forth. The room became alive, and aware that an offering awaited it.<br><br>"Tell me your name."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Age (Oniya and Porphyre) [D/s]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 17:43:28</strong>
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				"L-Lira," she answered, feeling the same premonitions that a mouse might feel when an owl swooped silently overhead.&nbsp; For some reason, this absence of contact seemed to be more threatening than his earlier grip.&nbsp; Movement from the ornate carvings teased at the fringes of her vision, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the demon in front of her.
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				Post by: <strong>Porphyre</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 18:57:21</strong>
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				"Lira..." The name rolled out of him like the purr of a giant cat. He did not take his eyes off of her, nor did he reach out to touch her. His part in taking her was to come later. The gargoyles, too, kept their distance to wait their turn, but the offering captivated their attention. Up one of the pillars they crawled while the tendrils and vines writhed and shifted with more enthusiasm.<br><br>Finally, as if no longer able to be held back by the forces of nature, black tendrils of some slick material that looked fleshy and organic enough to be completely alive burst out from the edges of the altar and reached out into the air around her. They formed an arc around her, reaching down in a writhing mass over the altar. <br><br>Several of the tentacles reached forth to snag her wrists and ankles before she had an opportunity to pull away, if she tried. They started to wind their way up her legs and arms, their grip becoming tighter in the process.<br><br>Nimus, eager to watch, stepped back with a devilish grin curving up his lips.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 23:37:07</strong>
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				Lira let out a cry of surprise as she was taken and spreadeagled by the tendrils.&nbsp; She instinctively tried to protect herself, but the black material was far too strong, and she was splayed out for the demon's pleasure.<br><br>"What - what's going on?" she asked, unable to prevent the question.&nbsp; Technically, he had no obligation to tell her - she had given herself to him.
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