🎩 The One-Night Bride - Azurite Room
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				Title: <strong>🎩 The One-Night Bride - Azurite Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>28-04-2017, 04:33:04</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/4jWmWXJ.png)</div><br><hr><hr><br>The Azurite Room was on the third floor of the One-Night Bride, a large, luxurious room that featured a large four-poster bed, decorated in hues of the gem that comprised the door's release mechanism.&nbsp; &nbsp;Along with the bed, there was a black marble fireplace that could be lit with the press of the gem on its mantle, a black privacy screen in one corner that half-shielded a shiny clawfoot tub for those who wished to add bathing to their amenities, and a dark black wardrobe that held a small variety of wardrobe items and a selection of oils, silken restraints, and a small selection of items that could be used to add to the night's pleasures.&nbsp; On a stand near the tub was a small fountain with discrete lights where water ran with a continuous soothing sound over stones in hues of white, black, and blue.<br><br>For those who wished for a bit of conversation, or perhaps just a change of position, there was a high-backed black leather sofa close to the fireplace, and a small table that could hold a variety of refreshments. <br><br>Small, adjustable lamps near the door, the head of the bed, by the tub, and by the fireplace provided light, adjustable to the occupant's preference; the temperature is likewise adjustable by any courtesan or staff.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One-Night Bride - Azurite Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>28-04-2017, 05:04:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OV6LkpI.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Chantal (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13129713#msg13129713)</strong><br><br><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong>&nbsp; Engaged for the evening<br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Araxis<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Chantal's fingertips brushed lightly over the blue-swirled pendant on the door, and it swung open with a soft click.&nbsp; <br><br>Some clients enjoyed the trappings of a wedding, so she did not yet move, until he indicated that she should enter, or if he preferred the ceremony of sweeping her up and carrying her through the room.<br><br>Briefly, she wondered if Snogflog would carry her intrepid lover into the room, over her shoulder, but then dismissed the thought.&nbsp; Araxis had struck his bargain, and it was to him that she would devote her attention, and her thoughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One-Night Bride - Azurite Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>29-04-2017, 04:41:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/mwv4go.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Araxis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13136083#msg13136083)</strong><br><br><strong>CLIENT</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> Claiming Chantal for the evening<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chantal<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Araxis either hadn't realized that he hadn't been accepted as a regular with a tab, or had forgotten.&nbsp; Either way, it did nothing to his gaze, the focused stare that caught upon her, the feel of her body against his suit.&nbsp; He almost understood what she meant: Chantal seemed to have this allure about her to make the actual discussion of bargaining seem cheap and unnecessary.&nbsp; He would certainly pay his bills, with a proper tip, but it was currently far from his mind.<br><br>As they walked up, he took a brief look around the room.&nbsp; Azurite.&nbsp; It was a hint, or a test.&nbsp; He wouldn't have much trouble procuring one for her if she liked, or several, to be able to thank her and seek her favor in other ways.<br><br>Araxis did not carry women across the threshold.&nbsp; He had a different interpretation of love, and not one humans would readily agree with if he discussed it.&nbsp; When a woman truly thought only of him, even when she performed other tasks and regardless of who she gave herself to, then she was truly his.&nbsp; For now, he would claim her body.<br><br>He kept a hold on her hand to guide her inside, and once she was inside, got to work on quickly undressing her.&nbsp; The suit he wore simply began to molt and slough off his body, causing a few things from his pockets like a money bag to fall onto the floor in a growing heap.&nbsp; He could collect them later; the suit itself would continue to disintegrate over the course of hours, leaving little more than a few glittering, azure scales.<br><br>Underneath, he was as built and muscular as he felt underneath the coat, powerful but mostly hairless, and completely unscarred.&nbsp; He was also erect, and grinned at her.&nbsp; "Get on the bed."&nbsp; A glitter in his eyes dictated that he had control of himself, but not much.&nbsp; If she refused him now, he would force her, but he would rather she just cooperated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One-Night Bride - Azurite Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>29-04-2017, 19:02:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OV6LkpI.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Chantal (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13129713#msg13129713)</strong><br><br><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong>&nbsp; Engaged for the evening<br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Araxis<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>The funny thing about her line of work, or so Chantal believed, was not the giving and receiving of pleasure through the various acts that best facilitated that goal, but rather the element of romance.&nbsp; Those who had trained her in the art of pleasing a man, back in the day when she had known that they were separated by only such classifications as birth, beauty, wealth, and perhaps temperament, had been quick to discount love and romance.&nbsp; Even so, they had emphasized the trappings of it, even while insisting that it was an illusion that lasted only so long as it took to get the legal right to claim a woman as his.<br><br>Now, she understood more clearly, if only in that it was she that must be adaptable in action and thought to prosper, unless, perhaps, she found herself on the other end of the spectrum, like Madame Celeste, Araxis, or many of the others that came through the doors of the One-Night Bride seeking … whatever it was they were seeking.&nbsp; Physical pleasure, certainly, but Chantal would have been a poor bride indeed if she did not know that this ultimate goal was but one of many, even if it was the most obvious.<br><br>She entered the room, the sound of the door closing behind her akin to the little bell that was rung to signal the onset of a fight, a battle, put on for display in one of the many Bazaar locales.&nbsp; They fought for prestige, for enjoyment, for reward, to prove to themselves and others their skills, and if they were damaged or died in the process, so be it.&nbsp; That made it an apt analogy in the courtesan’s mind, even if she stood still as his hands adeptly stripped away her clothing, moving only to raise her arms, a leg, to facilitate the process, until she was naked, bare, before his gaze.<br><br>Araxis, it seemed, did not care for the trappings of romance or seduction, or if he did, not this night, and not from her.&nbsp; He, too, was naked, though his hands had been far too busy on her to have removed them manually.&nbsp; &nbsp;Without asking permission, her eyes roamed over him, seeing the body of a man, a powerful body with its shaft jutting outward and up toward her, the glitter in those jawline eyes of his eager, or perhaps just impatient.<br><br>A part of her, the part of her that knew that she would never be one of the ones that came through the brothel doors, however much wealth she might accumulate, however much power from the gifts and trinkets that were bestowed upon her for myriad services, shivered,&nbsp; the nipples of her full breasts hardening,&nbsp; her tongue emerging to add glistening moisture to her lips, moisture that was also on her smooth nether lips, decorated with a tattooed fleur-de-lis in black and violet that stood sentinel over the pink folds.<br><br>At his command,&nbsp; Chantal backed to the bed’s edge without question or complaint, her eyes returning to his face.&nbsp; &nbsp;When she felt the cool sheets touch the back of her thighs – the height of the bed was adjustable by use of a small pressure plate at its foot – she sat, and pulled herself gracefully up on the bed, knees bent and parting as she waited for his words, or the language of his body, to tell her what he wished.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One-Night Bride - Azurite Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>01-05-2017, 08:34:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/mwv4go.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Araxis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13136083#msg13136083)</strong><br><br><strong>CLIENT</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> Claiming Chantal for the evening<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chantal<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>As Araxis let down the trappings of wealth and prestige, his eyes demonstrated more than anything his true nature.&nbsp; Kindness, etiquette, the promise of gems, he gladly used such things when they were useful, but they were mere tools in pursuit of his true goals.<br><br>His true interest was power, conquest, the utter claiming and control of others.&nbsp; He could play at being mortal, even if he wasn't fooling anyone.&nbsp; He used his wealth and prestige in pursuit of his goals.&nbsp; Once he had his eyes in sight of a goal, though, and knew that nothing stood in the way, he was merciless.&nbsp; Only when everyone and everything was claimed at his feet would he ever be truly satisfied.<br><br>At the moment, the twin sapphire orbs of his forceful stare were leveled straight at Chantal.<br><br>He crossed the room towards her before she even finished making herself ready.&nbsp; A brief kick to the pressure plate properly adjusted the height, bringing her naked form roughly up level to his groin.&nbsp; His arms lashed out for her, yanking to pull her legs up and bring her body in closer.&nbsp; Soon, very soon he would force himself into her, but first he would examine her, properly know every inch of his new purchase.<br><br>Tenderness had vanished with the civility.&nbsp; Forceful digits jutted along her body, not so much stroking as ravaging.&nbsp; Although he was silent, the only thing that showed in his eyes beyond obvious lust and conquest was that he seemed to expect her to join in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One-Night Bride - Azurite Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>02-05-2017, 22:12:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OV6LkpI.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Chantal (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13129713#msg13129713)</strong><br><br><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong>&nbsp; Engaged for the evening<br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Araxis<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>The rapid movement of her 'groom' for the evening was far faster than most human men could manage, evoking a gasp of surprise that Chantal quickly stifled, her lips snapping shut as her expression was quickly schooled into one of neutrality that neither warmed nor chilled as his hands raked along her body.<br><br>His eyes were brilliant still, beautiful, but they showed nothing of the soul, but soulless men were nothing new, whatever form they wore.&nbsp; Chantal arched her back, pressing her body into his hands in a conditioned response,&nbsp; thighs spreading in a welcome that was likewise form over content.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"What iz your pleazhure, Araxis?"</em>&nbsp; Her voice was low, husky, with the memory of fear fueling it.&nbsp; The fear that had taught her to submit was absent now, under the protection of the house, and her own bargain with the loa, but the memories of it seemed not to fade, even if they no longer roused in her the same response.<br><br>He felt like a man, certainly almost of all those she had known before the loa had brought her to the Bazaar.&nbsp; &nbsp;Did he regret, she wondered, that he could not leave her broken, once bought?&nbsp; It was that thought that heated her more than his touch, the knowledge that he could buy her body, her services, but he was bound by the purchase as surely as she.<br><br>Chantal smiled, her dark eyes glinting, honey-toned fingers sliding over his, the clench of muscles in her thighs drawing him closer with a hint of hunger that was unfeigned, despite the wellspring from which it sprung.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One-Night Bride - Azurite Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>06-05-2017, 12:10:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/mwv4go.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Araxis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13136083#msg13136083)</strong><br><br><strong>CLIENT</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> Claiming Chantal for the evening<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chantal<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>He was rough with her, but not cruel.&nbsp; Perhaps he didn't know his own strength, or simply didn't really understand or believe how fragile humans could be.&nbsp; Bruises might well form from the way he grabbed and manhandled her, but he wasn't going to truly damage her.<br><br>Perhaps, in his lust, he didn't truly care: she was his, and he would treat her as he chose.&nbsp; Yet as she spoke to him, his words and smile suggested otherwise.&nbsp; "Let yourself go," he commanded.&nbsp; "Do what you like, show me how much you enjoy it."<br><br>He grabbed at her arms as he pulled her in, impaling her with his need for her.&nbsp; Once he had his legs around her, a sharp slap just below the knee ordered her to wrap her legs around him.&nbsp; His hands went to her breasts as he started thrusting.<br><br>"Your legs are mine, but your hands, your lips..."&nbsp; He pointed his chin as he started into a rhythm.&nbsp; "Show me what a Courtesan of the One Night Bride can do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One-Night Bride - Azurite Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>08-05-2017, 23:49:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OV6LkpI.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Chantal (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13129713#msg13129713)</strong><br><br><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong>&nbsp; Engaged for the evening<br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Araxis<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Those eyes above her, so blue, so remote, like the infinite skies above the place she had been born, the reflection of those skies upon the still pools of water where she had enticed the loa to come to her, to hear her plea.&nbsp; No, he was not cruel, for she was not important enough, not relevant enough, for cruelty.&nbsp; She was just another pretty face, a warm body willing to welcome his touch in return for something more tangible than empty flattery and promises.<br><br>Chantal had learned the difference, and perhaps it was unambitious of her, but she had not learned to prefer the cruelty that meant recognition of something more than a warm, tightening sheathe in which to hide a fleshy blade, a tender club.<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Let yourself go." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>As if such a thing were only of the body, and could be purchased with a glittering coin or gem.&nbsp; Yet the brothel was a place where such illusions were believed, where the very limitation of a single night freed them from the necessity of belief.&nbsp; <br><br>With a sultry smile, Chantal did not resist his pull, and she was slick enough, aroused by the primal force that the loa represented, the sound of her heartbeat like the sound of the bayou drums, that the only resistance he met as Araxis pulled her over him was of the sort that men usually liked, the resistance of muscles kept toned by intent, aided by magic.&nbsp; &nbsp;Chantal listened to the drums, and moaned out to the loa to fill her as he filled her, to keep her from harm and let the heat from the flames, the rhythm of the drums guide.<br><br>Her legs were strong, long, and well used to wrapping around the waist of a lover, and she gripped tight, raising herself upon the bed to follow his command, her hands sliding over that perfect form, slow strokes that followed the rhythm of her heart, of the drums, as her mouth pressed kisses along his arm, his chest, kisses that were warm and interspersed with nips from her teeth, slow flecks from her tongue as she stared up into those eyes, into the enormity of the sky itself as it filled her, then withdrew, leaving her wanting ... her breath like wind rustling the long strands of hanging moss on those hottest, most humid nights.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One-Night Bride - Azurite Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>16-05-2017, 23:44:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/mwv4go.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Araxis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13136083#msg13136083)</strong><br><br><strong>CLIENT</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong> Claiming Chantal for the evening<br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chantal<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Such was the arrogance of Araxis that it never even occurred to him that Chantal did anything less than lust deeply for him, and it showed in his eyes.&nbsp; He had no difficulty in acquiring women on his own, but his preferences clearly lay on the side of experience, a skilled and talented woman who felt neither shame for her own desires nor expectations of fidelity.&nbsp; He saw value in her not for her spirit or her individuality but for the abilities she possessed.<br><br>Certainly she proved herself there.&nbsp; Her grip kept him steady, allowing himself to dedicate his hands to the rest of her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing.&nbsp; Each thrust pounded against her, forcing their bodies together, still with enough control to keep from actually bruising her too badly.&nbsp; He watched each touch of her lips on his body through his penetrating gaze, and his heart quickened enough to be felt through his thick skin and musculature.&nbsp; A gentle forming smile demonstrated that she pleased him.<br><br>His thoughts of the world drifted.&nbsp; She was his, and she was his only concern, his conquest, his treasure for the night.&nbsp; Depending on how the night went, perhaps he might even return to her, but it was enough to know that she was indeed the fine prize that the One Night Bride deserved.<br><br>As his body began to quiver, his movements sped, more forceful, losing control.&nbsp; He didn't want to injure her, he would not break her bones, but his strength necessitated a degree of roughness as the lust took over.&nbsp; Sometimes he just forgot his own strength, and how puny and easily damaged humans were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One-Night Bride - Azurite Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>18-05-2017, 21:00:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OV6LkpI.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Chantal (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13129713#msg13129713)</strong><br><br><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong>&nbsp; Engaged for the evening<br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Araxis<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Even if there was a lacking of any personal connection that kept passion at the surface, Araxis’s body … whatever his form beneath the shape he wore … was strong, his cock hard and full, and his hands perhaps sought to claim her, but they did so in a way that evoked a certain kind of pleasure, that eventually was indistinguishable from any other.<br><br>Chantal took pride in her craft, in her body, as well as in the adroit wit that had bought her a freedom that was at least preferable to the one she had possessed.&nbsp; Each catch of Araxis’ breath as she caressed him with lips, tongue, teeth and hands was a victory, a proclamation that she belonged to none save herself, even in moments like these when she hired herself out for the pleasure of another.&nbsp; Her will, her desire ...<br><br>That heated her from the inside out, imbuing its own kind of passion, adding fire and perhaps even a hint of gratitude, of worship, to her kisses, the bites of white teeth against dark skin, in the arches of her back that invited Araxis deeper with every filling thrust.&nbsp; At the last, Chantal feigned nothing, giving herself over to the loa and to the spill of passion as she fell back upon the bed, her nails biting into his arms as she cried in the primal rhythm of the drums to the loa, and to the man whom they filled, in her mind, even as he filled her with each forceful thrust.<br><br>Her eyes opened as she climaxed, wide, staring into his face with something like rapture as she tried to see his visage, his true visage, the one that lurked beneath the form of every man in all its varied splendor …<br><br>And all the while, her legs wrapped around him, squeezing with the contractions of her body, claiming some part of him even as he sought to claim her … however tentative and impermanent their union.<br>
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