Wild abandon – GS.

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment.

co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  Well that certainly did the trick. Elissa had been hoping she’d goad him into something, though perhaps she hadn’t been ready for how eagerly he went into it. Heck, she thought that he was just a guy who went with the flow of whatever the girl was like, playing sub if she was dom, and dom if she was sub. Instead, however, she got far more than she’d bargained for, and she was more than happy for it.

Surprisingly, she didn’t fall over when he shot up, though she was very visibly surprised… and distracted for when he went for her legs. That got her over right away, landing with a bounce onto her back, yet surprisingly even to herself she found herself letting out a laugh at that. And then she beheld her position, and almost immediately she saw just how this was going to go. He had her damn well, smack on her back with her legs held rather conveniently open, stuck leaning her head up to look up at him as he stood over her, that triumphant grin telling her all that she needed to know. He was more than comfortable in the dominant position, and for the first time in a very long time she found herself bottoming out. Heh, well, so much for the tender cuddling; this was going to be interesting.

To his somewhat unnecessary words, she ‘purred’ and gave an eager grin and a thumbs up. Someone ring the bell, damn it. As he leaned forward and began nibbling at her nipple, she promptly let out a soft, satisfied sigh, her good hand going up to his shoulders just to have something to hold onto, and the other reaching down to toy with herself to make sure to get fully back into the mood. Ah… that feeling of his mouth sent shivers down her spine; she never knew what it was about that kind of touch, but it always got her going something fierce. God, he knew how to do this work; this better become a regular thing for them.

 

Razorbackwriter:  God, that purr of hers. It was dead sexy and was like waving a red flag at a bull. The thumbs up was a bit cheesy, but at this point Tommy simply didn’t care. He’d been given the green light, so to speak. Not that he needed it, Tommy was intent to show Elissa that he had it, when he felt like it. His head lifted from her bosom, but his teeth were attached to her nipple – pulling it taut till he finally let it go. That was sure to give her more than a tingle. A little pain hurt no one. With his arms hooked around her legs, he yanked her hard so that she was pressed up to his waiting member, that was once again engorged and throbbing. Elissa had already started to tease herself with her fingers, to help speed things along, but he wasn’t going to wait.

Straightening himself up, he lined up the head and then in one powered thrust, he forced himself within her with a loud grunt. No more growls – this was going to get pretty hot and heavy. Watching her body slide forward as he took her in earnest, he drew out slightly, before powering in three rapid hip thrusts that were like pistons firing up inside an engine. To get even closer in, he took her right leg and threw it over his shoulder gaining him even closer range. Her ass rising slightly off the bed as he reached for her shoulder and then started to rock his hips back and forth at a furious pace. Every thrust brought from him a labored grunt. His chest swelling and falling.

Tommy only lowered his head to enjoy the spectacle of watching her take it. Her bosoms like small jello molds – jiggling up and back in time to his rhythmic action. He could feel her inner walls clench and tighten around his growing length as he strived to fill her to the brim till she screamed his name.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Well, Elissa was practically asking for him to treat her rough, and that was exactly what she got. The feeling of her nipple getting pulled made her gasp in excitement, ignoring the pain and instead focusing on the electric feeling that shot through her. As he yanked her up to his head, she couldn’t help but feel a tremble of anticipation going through her, looking at his member expectantly then back up at him as she waited for him to get going, propping herself up on her arms in anticipation. And boy did he not wait, immediately making her gasp quickly with each thrust and tilt her head back, her back arching against the sudden rapid-fire pumps. Even before he got moving in earnest she felt herself tightening at the feeling, her fingers clenching at the bedsheets in preparation.

Of course, then that preparation was thrown off as he suddenly took her leg and put it over her shoulder, leaving her spread nice and wide for him as he prepared to get as far in as he could manage. Reaching up with her left hand, she pulled her left leg back as far as she could manage and still remain stable in this strange position, while her now helpless right hand tried to keep her nicely propped up, helping her backside to remain airborne. And then he began, and almost immediately she found herself feeling oddly overwhelmed by the ferocious pace. She did all she could to work with him, pulling on him with the leg he had over his shoulder with every thrust and move her own body to help a gyration, but that was all she could manage. Her mouth was left open as she was tossed about on her own bed like a ragdoll (or so it felt to her), her back arched and chest jiggling aggressively as Tommy continued his masterful work.

However, she refused to just let herself climax quickly, she wanted him to work for it, and she had pretty good self-control, though it was damn obvious from the raspy high-pitched growls escaping her that she was pretty damn pleasured; heck those were probably the closest she came to screaming. Her fingers dug into her sheets and leg, respectively, and she looked at him, biting her lip hard, trying very hard to look like she was resisting his attempts to get her to finish before him, not very well obviously. Eventually she would jolt, not in finish but just as he struck into her in a particular way, and she would seem to briefly fight him, reflexively (and shockingly successfully) croaking, “Tommy!”

 

Razorbackwriter:  You could see the redness of Tommy’s teeth marks on the dark circle of her areola. Her breasts shaking back and forth violently, as Tommy gave no quarter. This was their second time within an hour and he knew it was going to take a bit to get her worked up to experiencing a screaming orgasm. Beads of sweat were forming upon Tommy’s torso and forehead – a single droplet rolling down the line of his cheek bone as he clenched his jaw and snorted hard through his nostrils. She dared him to give no quarter and he rose valiantly to the challenge. The bed protested and groaned with the force of the two lovers. Tommy’s eyes roamed over Elissa, who was now clutching at the bed sheets for support, but they would soon give way to tearing if Tommy had any say in it. With his hand firmly clasped to her thigh as he used it to gain full access he could only sneer as Elissa let out a strangled version of his name. Almost croaking as he found her pleasure spot.

At her cry, Tommy pulled out from her and did something totally unexpected. He snatched up the tie that had been discarded earlier and draped it around his neck. Tommy then used his grip on her leg to flip her over onto her stomach. Again being very much in charge.

“Relax….” He chortled, whilst taking the tie and reaching forward to wrap it around her neck. Tommy would then pull back enough that she could only lift her head back or find her breathing to become difficult. Slamming down his palm at her side, he then started to rub his length teasingly along the crack of her ass, her back having to give and arch as he had hold of her neck via the tie. This was extreme, but the shock should be enough to awaken the tiger within her.

His thickened member was already lubed from her own juices and made it all too easy to tease her with. Biting her shoulder (the good one), he whispered.

:”How about letting me in the back door?”

~RB~

 

VunG:  Sweat seemed to be pouring off of Elissa, her skin slick and beads rolling off her forehead heavily. Her cheeks were flushed red, her throat raw as a butcher’s shop, she could practically feel herself dripping, and she was pretty certain that her sheets weren’t going to survive the morning. And that was exactly how she wanted it. Of course, imagine her [very brief] displeasure when after getting her special spot struck Tommy, rather than continue pushing for that, pulled himself out. Of course, before she could even make any sign of displeasure, she noticed him reaching for something and realized that he had something in mind. Before she could get a good look at whatever he had snatched up she found herself bodily flipped over, and that sense of disappointment evaporated at the manhandling, eager to see what he had in mind.

She actually resisted the feel of the tie a little bit, in spite of his words, though not with any conviction since she figured there was a reason he was doing that; it just felt strange. However, at the pressure, she obediently tilted her head back, laying on her stomach and gripping the sheets and bending her legs out to grant him plenty of access. As he felt his member touch against her backside, she arched even without the encouragement of the tie, another excited gasp escaping her as she realized what he was planning to do. This wasn’t actually something she’d bothered to try, no particular reason it just never occurred to her; but hell if the rest of this was anything to go then this was going to be quite the experience. Hell, between her own juices and the way that his member felt slick against her backside she suspected that it would be easier going in than most times, but regardless she knew that her sheets were getting shredded.

As she felt him bite her shoulder, she let out another heady purr, arching into his touch, not caring at all about whatever marks she might have after this. To his question, she let out another purr and pressed her backside against him encouragingly, eyes turning as much towards his as she could and gave him a look so longing you would think she was being starved. While she couldn’t do so, if she had her voice she would have growled, ‘Yes! Whichever door! Just get back to it!’ She was still swimming from his actions before as well as from some strange semi-masochistic excitement, and she had no intention of letting her engines spool down.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy casually licked the bite mark upon Eliss’a shoulder – his tongue making small circles, knowing full well that she was now aching to have him take her once more. The pleasured purrs had a distinct sound to it. From a solid base and rising in pitch. Oh she wanted it bad. Having pulled out at the right time, in his view; he was staving off the inevitable. Tommy’s hot breath blew upon the wetness of the spot where his tongue had been – all the while he was pulling a little more on the tie. Giving a commanding hold over her. She wanted it rough? That was exactly how it was to be. No more soft and gently, this girl liked it hard and nasty. In fact, the view of her face as she turned to growl at him again was for him to get on with it. Do it! Do it now! Elissa pushed back with those sweet cheeks of hers – urging, encouraging him to use her and well.

“You want me? Don’t you?” Tommy’s voice had a down right husky edge as he pushed himself up to get right in behind her. Her round buttocks propped up for him – a right cat on heat. He could see the glistening of her lower sex and he gave that a slight rub with two fingers to tease her more. All the while his throbbing length tapped her left ass cheek. Tommy spanked that ass cheek and hard. Reinforcing his intent. The tie wound around his hand like a reign and he gave that a sharp tug. Tommy was going to ride this bitch till she couldn’t take anymore.

Lining up the shining head with his free hand, he placed it to the puckered opening and gave a little push – just enough to let her know he was ready. Tommy was rocking his hips slightly. Teasing that head to her opening. Such a sweet sight – her body glistening and arching all for him. Then he eased in just an inch, enough to make her yelp for sure. It was so fucking tight, that Tommy threw his head back and gasped. His right hand clasped her hip and he started to burrow in deeper…and deeper. The further he went, the pain was unbelievable. So TIGHT!. Even with the lubrication of her own juices, he could feel her inner walls resisting.

“Come on baby. push back” He growled, as he was now practically touching her ass with his thighs.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Agh! The damn teasing was nearly unbearable. Every tiny twitch of his body sent tingles across her skin, and every yank of the tie made her heart pound furiously in her ears. Even this short period of time showed just how much he enjoyed teasing her, to the point that she felt as if she might attempt to fight back just to get him back in. Yeah, she felt like a cat in heat alright, but to be fair he’d been the one to start the fire; no sense putting water on it. At his words, she felt a shiver, unable to confirm in any other way than a further purr. She propped herself up on her arms a bit, just so she would be able to stay stable. The feeling of his fingers’ intrusion earned more sounds from her, and at the spanking she just shoved her backside up against him again, submitting eagerly to the commanding force of the tie. She needed to be ridden, not now but right now! She needed to be taken as hard as he could manage and until they both collapsed.

As he prepared to enter, she braced herself fully, arching gladly and rolling her shoulders in preparation, almost resting into the grasp of the tie and finding strange comfort in it at the alien touch of his slick member near her tight hole. Oh how his body was tantalizing her; she might not be able to see his, but what she felt told all she needed. And then… penetration: almost immediately her entire body arched ferociously against it and she inhaled incredibly sharply. She’d heard how it was more than a bit painful for those new to it (and even those used to it), but jeeze this was almost like she was getting shot in the ass! Yet, it wasn’t quite unpleasant; there was still pleasure there, perhaps amplified by the pain, and her entire body seemed to be tingling at this strange and wonderfully tight experience! She could tell from his own sounds that it was just as hard for him, and as she felt his member forcing into her taut walls she knew that this would be a team effort, even with her juices helping the lubrication. At his urging, she gladly obeyed. Fingers digging into the fabric, she let out a strangely quiet, strangled roar and slammed buttocks ferociously at him, burying him in to the hilt. Immediately she gasped at the feeling, the sound of fabric ripping heard as she forced herself to remain upright despite the blended pain and pleasure.

For a moment she seemed to be gasping for breath, remaining in his tie’s grasp as their skin touched and he remained in her. Then, before he could even begin acting, she forcibly leaned forward into his reigns as far as she could go while arching her back and leaning her head back before slamming hard back onto him, letting out another cry as she felt her entire body tremble and her lower lips slightly dripping at the forced widening of her walls.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The beauty of that back as it arched and showed off the curve of her spine. Elissa was indeed a creature to be tamed and Tommy would do so right in that bed. The feelings were swirling through Tommy’s mind. The aching need to be complete with her – filling her as far as he could possibly go. The hand slap he had given her had left a red welt upon her skin, but it did the trick and had her submit. Gladly surrendering her inhibitions right then and there. The force though with which she pushed back showed an eagerness. She wanted him as much as he her….and was prepared to push herself past the boundary of pain. Those soft cheeks were set to take a pounding, that was for sure. The sudden tearing of the sheets meant that she had gripped the cotton way too hard. Be it the searing pain of his thick member opening her up inside, that had done it. The pain. It was exquisite. Words could barely describe the feeling. Almost like a vice as her walls tensed and gave no quarter. Elissa would need to relax, but at the moment she was as taut as a barbed wire fence, and just as dangerous. As they appeared almost locked together – fused, the pair both panted hard and fast. It was like each was gaining more from this action than either had imagined possible.

With a surprised expression, Tommy watched as Elissa drew her body forward – her neck being pulled tight by the tie as she readied to slam back so he would be forced to drill into her. God, was she real? The feeling as his slick member slid out was indescribable. Then she pushed back so hard it near took his breath away. Elissa was giving it her all – pushing past the pain as the pleasure erupted between them. Spurned by her actions, Tommy’s fingers dug into her flesh and he then started the rhythm that would be the catalyst for their wild lovemaking. Tommy almost let out a roar as he simply let himself go. Gripping that hip and pulling it back and then pushing it forward relentlessly.

Tommy kept a tight reign on her with the tie and now the pair were in perfect sync. The bed creaking and moaning, the bed springs squealing as the pair humped madly. Tommy riding her like no other man had. He was being driven onward by an aching need – a swelling that was set to burst inside of her at the rate they were going. How her body could take such treatment was beyond imagination.

“God, you’re so good!” Tommy blurted in between gasps of breath. These being ragged and intense. After a few good thrusts he pulled right out and then hoisted her hip up higher as he set to take her lower once more. To find that spot and bring her home.

She was incredibly slick…the bed sheets drenched and torn. No doubt she would need to get new ones.

~RB~

 

VunG:  This was utter and complete madness. This was probably the most painful sexual encounter she’d ever put herself through, bar none… and it was oh so good. Tommy was driving her absolutely insane, everything he was doing was spurring her on like some furious horse, and she was barely able to keep her breath up as they went. The feel of his fingers only encouraged her, the red marks that they would leave forgotten as she obeyed the unspoken command of his touch, her mouth wide open in a silent scream. Every thrust made her arch her back and her arms shake, but she didn’t stop, remaining in sync with him as he rode her, her bed making the soundtrack to their furious lovemaking. She could feel herself wanting to climax yet unable to for some reason, his member throbbing within her as it went; oh this was exactly what she needed.

She was unable to respond to his words, indeed she could barely think other than to be encouraged by him, redoubling her efforts afterwards. Then, to her surprise she felt him pull out, her backside aching at the treatment and her body aching for more, to be finished properly. Of course, she knew what he was up to the moment she felt her hips moving upwards, and the moment she felt his member even prod into her she slammed herself back on him with all the force she could muster, a raspy, wispy howl escaping her as she did so. GOD that felt good! She was so sensitive now and her adrenaline pounding so hard that she would probably be ready to go at full power no matter how hard he pushed her. Come on! You’re on the home stretch! Bring it home! She could already feel the first hints of that familiar tingling in her, she needed to feel that member of his strike that spot of hers as hard and as often as he could manage! Don’t hold back, just pound away and use her until he couldn’t any more!

 

Razorbackwriter:  Beauty. That was the only way to describe the look on Elissa’s face. She was blossoming under the onslaught of Tommy’s brutal love making. Harder and harder he rode her, with the end clearly in sight. They were moving together in total sync, but the bed – it was crying out in protest as it wasn’t made for such antics. Would he finish her in time before breaking the bed? Any thoughts of that were extinguished as Tommy girth was now at a point where he could feel the ache in his balls. Tommy let out another series of grunts that were in time with his furious hip thrusts. Faster….faster. It was like a sexual marathon race and both were about to cross the finish line. He angled himself to thrust up and this was sure to set off her special spot deep within. Tommy wanted to feel her cum. He wanted to ejaculate right as she was in the throes of an earth shattering orgasm. Just a few more……

The last three thrusts would have Tommy start to stiffen, becoming almost rigid as the swelling reached a crescendo. Tommy threw his head back and cried out Elissa’s name. It was guttural and an almost strangled sound as he fought for breath then held it. Tommy gripped Elissa’s hips as he burrowed deep and then held her. His member shooting out streams of hot jism up into her womb. Tommy only moved slightly as he let himself go. The release was incredible after the long build up.

Tommy’s body was glistening with sweat and a small stream of their juices made a wet patch beneath them. The sheets were torn and abused, much like the bed. Tommy held Elissa in that same position until she was spent, and only then would he fall back on the bed – panting like a dog.

~RB~

 

 

 

RPC : Douglas “Webby” Webster – Paradise series.

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Name : Douglas Webster.
Age : 25 years.
Eyes : Blue.
Nickname : “Webby”
Occupation : Wild life Officer & Vet.
Nationality : Australian.
Home town : Caloundra, Sunshine Coast – Queensland.
Orientation : Straight/ Heterosexual.

Bio:

A knock about bleach blonde young Australian, Douglas was on his way back to Australia with some very precious cargo in the hold, when disaster struck. Son of a well known Australian Wild life park owner, Douglas often toured the world to help promote conservation and also his favorite charity WWF. Though on camera, Douglas is a jovial and easy going guy, behind the scenes he is quite shy and one could say introverted, preferring the company of animals to humans any day.

Douglas had planned to change planes at Sydney International, and head back to his father’s Wild life park, after his three month stint overseas. His girlfriend Becky had been texting him daily, hoping he would be coming back sooner, as she had something important to tell him. What was her news? Will he ever make it home?

Series : Paradise – 

“What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?”

In the aftermath of a plan crash, a group of survirors come together on a deserted tropical island. How will a group of strangers learn to survive together without technology or resources?

Crowded House – Weather With You

 

Morning guys.  Well, actually its night time here but I know some of you are waking up.  So, to help start your day, here is my sing a long song for the day.  Crowded House’s “Weather with you.”  Such beautiful lyrics and a gentle tune, its one that I find helps me find my mellow place.   Hope you enjoy it too.

Walking ’round the room singing Stormy Weather
At Fifty Seven Mount Pleasant Street
Well it’s the same room, but everything’s different
You can fight the sleep, but not the dream

Things ain’t cookin’ in my kitchen
Strange affliction wash over me
Julius Caesar and the Roman Empire
Couldn’t conquer the blue sky

Well, there’s a small boat made of china
It’s going nowhere on the mantlepiece
Well, do I lie like a loungeroom lizard
Or do I sing like a bird released?

Everywhere you go, always take the weather with you
Everywhere you go, always take the weather
Everywhere you go, always take the weather with you
Everywhere you go, always take the weather, the weather with you

Everywhere you go, always take the weather with you
Everywhere you go, always take the weather
Everywhere you go, always take the weather with you
Everywhere you go, always take the weather, take the weather, the weather with you

Everywhere you go, always take the weather with you
Everywhere you go, always take the weather
Everywhere you go, always take the weather with you
Everywhere you go, always take the weather, take the weather, the weather with you

 

Finding common ground – BC.

Scene setting : The Peach Cafe – Blood City.

co-written with Temp and Gene.

 

Temp:  Selina was actually quite fond of physical touch, or at least she felt like she was. This was likely something from her true self leaking over. The magic and abilities she possessed were very much reliant on touch more so than feeling. There were a great deal of things she could do to this man now that his hand was in hers, but she refused to do such a thing. This man was offering her a kindness previously unknown to her since her awakening. In truth, the emotions and thoughts of her true self bleeding over were quite frustrating.

Thankfully, she now had something to distract herself with in the form of Joel and a Miss Blackbane. The girls last name was actually extremely interesting for some reason. It felt familiar in some way, though she couldn’t quite place why. Regardless, there was now an introduction between them all, but they still didn’t know her name. As soon as she sat down she looked back and forth between the two curiously. Surely there would be now harm in sharing her full name to them. It was unlikely they’d know anything about her. “Mine name is Selina Shamandalie, ’tis a pleasure to meet thou.” She offered them both a slight bow of her head, and rested her eyes upon Joel upon hearing his request. “Nay, but I appreciate thy tender.” There was one thing that was surprising though. Joel seemed to think she was near the same age as Miss Blackbane. This was actually quite false. Even though she was very confused and alone, she knew that telling a human she was centuries old wouldn’t blow over so well. For now she would have to just go with his assumption of her youth.

 

Gene:  

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However long had gone by until Joel and Selina came to the booth was unknown by Ava; she had been too busy pondering on the current state of affairs. Though, the moment the two came over, Ava returned to reality and looked to them both. With Joel and Selina standing side by side, Selina’s height was really eemphasized she was small, very small and perhaps it was her height which gave Ava the impression of her being a young girl. Though, her mannerisms and the way she spoke told a whole other story. As Joel introduced herself, for her, Ava smiled.

“Please, call me Ava,” She added. As for Joel’s comment about them being around about the same age, based on her appearance Ava would say she was a few years younger. She decided not to mention it; Ava hadn’t realised Joel was trying to establish a common ground. Ava did want to ask Selina for her age, but it might have come off as an inappropriate question, so once again she kept her mouth shut.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Selina,” Her surname was one Ava would expect in a history book.

Ava had no idea what to say. There were times when she was socially awkward around those her own age, however this time it was due to Selina’s attire and the way she spoke. How could someone pretend it was normal? Nevertheless, Ava decided she might as well try. It was clear that Joel was a few steps ahead, of Ava, when it came to accepting the girl and her differences.

“So, where do you come from?” She asked. Moments after asking the question, Ava realised that maybe she shouldn’t have asked the question. She had posed it in such a way that it’d make it clear Ava didn’t think she came from around here. Was it rude? No, it couldn’t be. Could it?

Her eyes flitted around the room. People were looking at them. Usually, people would only look at her because of who she was. Now, they were looking at her because of who she was with. Everyone was having their own conversation, though it was obvious which conversations were regarding Selina; they’d occasionally glance over as they spoke. Out of the corner of her eye, Ava saw a flash. She scanned the room for whoever it was, and saw someone – a male young adult to be precise. Had he taken a picture? If the picture was put on social media, then someone would recognise Ava. It’s not like she minded being seen with someone like Selina, however it was the fact she’d be seen in the Inner City. Her parents never liked it when she came here, especially on her own.

“Maybe we should go somewhere less,” She hesitated, thinking of the right word to use, “Crowded,”

 

Razorbackwriter:  

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Joel took the girl’s rejection of the offer of more food well; shrugging softly as it was no big deal. The young girl was so polite, and the way she kept up with the use of words from another era was impressive. But the more she spoke, the more that Joel realized that the girl was not from this place, and now he questioned if she even knew where she was. Her name was Selina Shamandalie, a pretty name by all accounts. The teacher had not come across that name before, and he glanced toward Ava to see if there was a look of recognition upon her face. Sadly, there was no way to tell, what Ava was thinking. She kept her replies light and curt – as though she didn’t know quite what to say. No wonder this girl was alone. She was seriously lacking in social skills.

“So, where do you come from?”

Joel watched on silently for a moment, to see what Selina would say. He was curious too, but then his eyes narrowed as he thought of a question of his own. “You should not be asking her where she is from….but rather…when, Miss Blackbane.”

The young teacher was staring at the delicate embroidery on the girl’s attire, and knew that there was no way that had been made by a seamstress of the modern age. All of it was hand stitched. The kind of clothing you would see in a museum display. Joel’s face lifted slightly and he again turned on the charm.

“This really isn’t the place to discuss such delicate matters. The walls have ears, along with some very nosy patrons.” He was right of course, since all eyes WERE on the trio. There was a sudden flash, like you would get from a smart phone or camera, and the young teacher growled under his breath. What ever happened to privacy? Joel’s patience was now at an end. Ava had already suggested that they go somewhere less crowded, and he couldn’t agree more.

“I think the best place to go would be the library.” Signalling to Ava to gather her things. “If that is alright with you, Miss Shamandalie.”

Joel stepped back and made for a clear path towards the exit.

 

~RB~

 

 

The Party Begins – SS.

Scene setting : The Masquerade Ball of Greed.

co-written with Moo, Temp, Zetta, Nhal & Dessy.

 

Moo:  Being that Gabriel was in no rush to make an appearance at the ball, she had taken Cecil to get fitted for costumes only a few hours beforehand. She wasn’t picky in the least; her outfit consisted of black material lined in red. The color did bring out her eyes, after all; a prominent feature behind the black metallic mask she wore, detailed with red…simple lines in the design to match the outfit. Of course it would be up to her date what he would wear. As soon as they were ready, they had a carriage ready, traveling an elegant manner even for the princess of wrath.

Exiting the carriage after a line of others, she began buttoning her tux. These things were actually pretty damn weird. With all the parts required to wear, she’d been completely irritated in the fitting. Wearing a dress would have been much easier. A hand ran over her hair while she carefully avoided moving the mask. “Shall we?” Gabriel took his arm as if she were still a woman and began to pace toward the grand castle. “Looks like Greed will still live up to its name,” she commented more to herself in an annoyed tone. Honestly, it would take a first class act while she roamed that ball room. Though, finding Lydia would be her first priority…as Mammon was the one to curse her with a cock. Crimson hues wandered over the guards outside the door, and getting a glimpse of the very overdone interior. Nothing worth her appraisal, however, as it was not in her tastes. Of course, guests were already filling the room with chatter and laughter; music played and some even began to dance.

“As much as I hate to be one of the first to arrive,” Gabriel muttered. “One needs to make a good impression with the new Princess.” It was an excuse really, as the invitation said the ball would start quite some time ago. Apparently it was a fad to be fashionably late. She gave a tug to her vest, securing it under her jacket before situating one hand over a cane, appearing in a brush of Hell-Fire. She gripped the skull at the top; the entire cane itself was made of special steel, and she would be able to manipulate it on a dime–a bit of preparation, if you will. The other took Cecil’s arm as she leaned closer. Her voice had quieted quite a bit while they neared the doors. “Trust no one.” A simple command before she offered a rather brilliant smile to onlooking guards and guests alike. Not many were worth noting, as none of the other princes seemed to have arrive yet. Nobles were the least of her worries, though she did enjoy fantasizing about the decor being…red…with their help. Hopefully her rather demented grin didn’t startle anyone looking their way as the walked around the dance floor. All the while, her gaze would overlook everyone, awaiting the Princess of Greed’s appearance…not knowing what the woman looked like, she would have to rely on the gut feeling that the woman would want attention placed on herself in a rather grand entrance. The thought was enough to have Gabriel’s eyes roll.

[Mask // Reminder: Gabriel is male, I just use female pronouns.]

 

Temp:  
William walked along with the more ‘normal’ crowd that was on the way to the Masquerade Ball in the Kingdom of Greed. His outfit was a rather elaborate cloak that covered his entire body, while his face as hidden behind a full face mask. A hood covered the rest of his head. This outfit was a bit more noticeable compared to some other guests, but there were still a few that wore something similar. The only difference between them and him was that he was not supposed to be here at all, and he was in no way one of them. A holy aura normally would be radiating from him, due to the relics he wore and him being part angel. However, this was something that was being suppressed by an amulet that he had acquired. To those around him he would give off the rather generic and normal demonic aura, which would make him blend right in. He walked along with the crowd until he entered the main building, immediately scanning the area for targets. There were quite a few powerful demons present, as well as several of his key targets. The only reason he was here was to assassinate certain individuals, nothing more. For now he would blend in with other guests and do nothing to draw attention to himself. William began mingling and greeting other guests, using a fake name and identity.

 

Zetta:  Fitted down to the toes, where he had gotten socks to fit his changing abilities and stretch according to his movements. His shoes were originally shining with proper sheen, but now they were dulling in a jet-black color from how many times the tailor had to clean off blood stains from when he would improperly punt-kick someone across their face for first removing his boots. It was not until Gabriel came into the room herself and ordered that he calm down so that she would not completely miss the event here. The Royal guard then did just as asked and once that happened he was then out right along with her, dressed appropriately without a fight even as they removed his hood. Replacing it with a red dress shirt, black vest, thinned overcoat, along with nice pants to match. Fine suited, despite belonging to a Kingdom paved with blood and rampages, and more so that these were on the body of a humanoid monster.. An established wreck.. To conceal his weapon he swallowed his sword and parted his heart and lungs to comfortably fit the blade. He was unable to bend far in any direction because of this, but there would only be slow dances, fanciful swings at best. And he could quickly dig in his own belly to retrieve it, while no one would be able to identify it. He would need it to protect the Lady if anything were to happen here, in case his own strength failed to another.

He was taken by the arm by his apparent date, restraining a blush to keep himself steady while she lead him to the entrance of the large Kingdom of Greed. They were right out of a carriage straight to the insides, Gabriel wasted no time in attaching herself thankfully. While his preference went to her original form, the man was taking short breaths to maintain his excitement from not only being so close but for being her first choice to come along with her. There were likely many other reasons for her choosing him besides his strength, but none of which made it to his second thoughts. He only paid attention to the reality she had set for him, having shown him so much steady attention and trust to present the Kingdom of Wrath right with her. Their every step was similar and when they would arrive they would make the most perfect gay couple, for any unaware that this was the princess and her guard making their appearance. Cecil moved forward in a practiced strut with her, after listening to her words he closed his eyes, “My faith is unwavering in only you, princess..” He replied before locking off his vocals, he would be her follower still, even as a date, moving to her accordance with induced heightened emotions.

 

Dessy:  The music had already started playing, Mariela having watched the band set up. She hummed softly to the beat of the music, still waiting for Scar by the door. She didn’t know when Lydia would get here, but knowing her she’d want to make a grand entrance to draw attention to herself. That’s just how Lydia was. She, of course, didn’t see Scar appear behind her, until she heard him whispering in her ear, causing her to turn around. “I thought you were never going to show up.” she said, watching him down the champagne. She took the mask and put it on, making sure it fit correctly. She then examined Scar, from his hat, to his mask, and his tux. She had to admit, the Alp was handsome, but Mariela knew the truth about Scar. Others may not know about him – but Mariela certainly did.

 

Scar took her hand and kissed it, and Mariela gave a small curtsy when he did so. She took the Alp’s arm, turning her head as people began walking in. She looked at Scar at his comment, tilting her head. “What makes you think something’s going to happen?” she whispered back, turning her attention forward as they began walking. She was glad the Alp had her back, but Scar’s comment made her worry that something was going to go down tonight – especially with that cheeky grin he had. He put a finger to his lips, and Mariela simply gave a nod of her head.

 

Nhal:  

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Belphegor’s ghost like form whisped into the room slowly as he looked around at his surroundings, observing the already present participants of the ball. “Not many have shown… I suppose that I arrived a little early.” a light yawn escaped his mouth-less being as he floated along the edges of the room, finding a small silent corner. He hovered absently as he laced his fingers together and watched, the glow in his single blue eye lightly fading, suggesting that it was now most likely closed. Listening to the sound of footsteps and the playing of music, constantly remaining aware of his surroundings. “At least the music isn’t terrible…

 

Moo:  Kirsikka’s dull blue eyes lined the walls behind her rather elegant mask, made up of her own frost with ice crystals. It appeared near-white, the ice reflecting lights so that it appeared to be decorated with diamonds. Much the same, her white gown decorated itself in frost patterns, similar to that of white lace, and studded in places with more ice crystal beads. The bust was a simple corset, being a strapless gown, instead having the frost continue up her bare skin and neck, while the bottom of her dress were more or less the basic frilly skirts one would expect to see at a ball. None would really see the bare feet under her skirts, but if they looked close enough, they might see the remnants of frost leaving the floor where she previously stepped.

 

Unlike Sloth, she had to enter the ballroom normally. Observant as per usual, she was capable enough to find him moving to a rather silent corner. Despite the ever warming room with the mass of bodies, her frost did not melt while she moved through the crowds of nobles and royals standing in their own cliques or dancing about the floor. Needless to say, it took a matter of minutes before she was standing beside her Lord. “Good evening,” she greeted, as if they hadn’t spoken previously. “Looking as well as ever.” Even through her tone, it could be perceived as a joke, as her Lord was nothing but a ghost at this point. Kirsikka stood silently while her hands clasped together, running her fingers over a small object she’d been carrying while she observed the crowd. Already, she could see a few people of interest…but those were the last of her worries. Blue hues roamed past their faces, looking instead at her surroundings. No armor here, but perhaps it would be past one of the doors lining the room. Her lips pressed together while considering when an opportune moment might arrive so she could easily go unnoticed.

[Mask Ref // Dress Ref]

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Greed : The Masquerade Ball.

~The center of the Labrinyth~

The black raven cawed loudly whilst perched a top a stone statue that was situated within the maze. To it’s right stood a tall ornate mirror – the kind you would find in the chambers of a King. The frame decorated with strange creatures and markings that were hard to decipher. Approaching the center of the maze came a woman in a fine red gown, her long black tresses tumbling down her back in a wave of curls. Wearing a black lace mask to cover much of her face, the alabaster skinned woman giggled softly as her light footsteps click clacked along the stone path. As she came to face the mirror, the woman admired herself in the reflection, whilst the raven flew down and sat on top of the mirror. Blood red eyes scanned the reflection within, which started to move in a different way to the woman standing in the center of the maze. The raven cawed twice before ruffling it’s feathers, then making a bow before the lady before him.

 

“I look wonderful.”

“Yes, we do.” The reflection replied, before the woman pawed at herself in the mirror. “Oh you.” Both women laughed as the raven took flight towards the Kingdom of Greed Castle, where the ball was now underway. Grinning, the woman blew a kiss towards herself, before turning away and skipping back up the maze before disappearing into a fine black mist and floating up towards the castle, in the same direction as the raven.

The woman in the mirror continued to laugh as she had not moved from her place in the mirror.

“Oh what a tangled web we weave…..Lydia.” The image in the mirror then vanishing from sight, the mirror now reflecting the garden maze in which it stood.

~The Grand Ballroom~

Upon the top of the stairs, Lydia finally showed herself. Dressed in a rich blood red gown that was floor length, and had a tight fitting lace bodice, that showed off her feminine curves and ample bosom. Her black lace mask was firmly in place, and with painted red lips, her smile was unmistakable. Though she appeared to have no partner for the evening, a black raven flew in from the grounds, and then swooped up to land on the terrace rail beside her. Lydia’s eyes darted towards her feathered friend, who morphed into that of a tuxedo wearing tall man, with slicked back hair. Eyes of pure black and he was also wearing a mask. His skin though was practically white compared to Lydia’s. He offered her his hand, and together they started down the stairs. Lydia whispered to her companion. “And to think….we were all at war days ago. Just goes to show, nobody can resist a good party.” She giggled as she looked down to see those already in attendance, namely Scar and Mariela. Such a pair. They really were suited.

The music being played was a waltz and this made Lydia feel light on her feet. She nodded politely to the gentry as they passed and then her eyes swept across the room, to notice the handsome gentlemen that had arrived together. Could it be…..Gabriel and her…her…uhm date… Lydia tried to hide her reaction to seeing the masculine Gabriel. Mammon really knew his stuff, for the curse had worked a treat.

Lydia paused to take a glass of champagne from one of the roving drinks servants, and brought it to her lips, sipping as she continued to pan the room for other notable guests. Ah yes, the Prince of Sloth. Finally decided to emerge from that crypt like cathedral of his. Lydia had to wonder just what the Prince had to say about their being a change from Princes to Princesses of hell. In fact, it was bound to be the talking point of the ball.

Scar kept close to Mariela, as he watched their Mistress make her entrance. When he saw the raven that turned into her partner for the evening he rolled his eyes. “Oh look. She brought a feather duster.” Was he miffed about being cast aside for the Raven? Not really, he was far happier to be Mariela’s partner. Mariela, the young witch had been concerned about the alp’s words earlier however. How something may well happen at the ball. To allay her fears, he brightened and said. “With Lydia gracing everyone with her presence…..something is BOUND to happen. Mind you, she might get miffed when all the good looking chaps keep asking you to dance.” The Alp having a way with words in how to charm the sweet witch. He released her arm for a moment, and then bowed. “So long as I have the first dance, M’lady.” Scar offered his hand to escort Mariela to the dance floor.

 

 

~RB~