The Kingdom of Pride – A Royal Pain : PD

Kingdom – Pride Castle

 

The Castle of Pride is situated on its own island in the middle of a vast lake in Hell.

Tory:
Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Pride castle throne room

Astaroth was bored. In fact, he was extremely bored. But despite that, he was anxious as well. The pain in his stomach still hadn’t left and was slowly spreading up to his chest. He didn’t consider it a good sign. Chest pains were usually never good.
But the boredom, there was nothing to do. He’d already ordered his legions to prepare and informed the serpents in his waters about the possible invasion that might be coming sometime soon or later or whenever. All he could do was let them know that they should expect it. He could give little else. He’d already made sure that his subjects wouldn’t visit with their small scale problems of land or fish or marriage or cheating. He was regretting that decision. He definitely wouldn’t be this bored if he hadn’t. He might’ve even had fun and forgot the pain in his stomach a little.
The pain. It had started a few days ago and Astaroth had no idea why. All he knew he was hit in the head with the memory of that one rather annoying and painful vision at the same time it started. He suspected it was more than a happy coincidence.
At the moment, he was sitting in his throne. A lavish chair on a small pedestal framed with curtains that Astaroth could fell every time he closed his castle for commoners. He was a nice prince, so he didn’t do it very often. He knew he needed to socialise with his people to have them like him to follow him.
The throne room itself wasn’t all that big. It was really just a small part of the castle. Astaroth liked sitting in his throne simply because of the chair’s comfortableness, so he’d made sure the throne room wouldn’t be too large so that sitting alone in there wouldn’t be weird. The size of the room also kept the echoes to a minimum. There was nothing more awkward than the clanking of shoe or boot soles against the tiled floor while a person walked a long way in silence towards a seat with everyone else’s eyes on them. Astaroth had had a bigger throne room before. It was a big mistake. He’d changed rooms pretty quickly. Now the old throne room was a ball room and he had a new, much more comfortable, one.
He was lying in his throne. Sort of. His cape and his stomach were crinkled and Astaroth was making funny faces to pass the time. Funny faces could only keep him occupied for so long though and soon he was covering his face with his hands and complaining loudly.
“There’s nothing to do~!” usually there weren’t echoes, but Astaroth had moved the curtains so that they didn’t prevent the echo like they normally did when they were down around the sides. He’d done that for the complaining. Since he was alone in the room, he could laugh about the echoes as a child would. Boredom brought his humour down a few levels.
He giggled like a school girl when the sounds bounced of the walls and back to him. One might think he was far beyond normal drunkenness by now. But he had had nothing to drink.

Sieg:
Kingdom – Pride Castle
It was a good day for Salem, in fact it was a great day for the genie as he was inside his little pocket dimension, a little world within this one. He basicly finished his duties for the day last night, setting his a few defenses, changing a few things from the castle, a few from the island, so right now he was in his little island. Call him weird for basicly turning his own pocket dimension into an small tropical island in the middle of the sea with a house right in the middle, but honestly, why would he care? He was a genie, this was his world, and if you said something bad he could turn you into a toilet and leave you in the beach until you left…in fact he did it to someone once…

Hmph…there is nothing interesting today…

He basicly sat on a chair in his own private beach, enjoying how the sun didn’t burned his skin and just kept things at the right temperature as Salem was reading a newspaper written in some weird and strange lenguage. Quite honestly if he actually resorted to reading a newspaper from his own realm to relax, one could tell how restless he felt. He needed to kill time, but quite honestly doing it alone proved to be boring…and trust me…he tried everything by this point, a few things that made him want to bury his head in the sand by remembering them. Funny enough his salvation came in the shape of a mirror that floated next to him, showing him the events at the castle

…if he having some sort of seizure?…

It’s all he could say as he stared a what Pride was doing as he groaned and shook his head, quite honestly, from all the masters he had this one was a rival for the title of most random and childish…but, he figured that this was better than him freaking out. Ever since he had that vision things got weird in the castle so…this was bound to happend. But he figured the little girl giggling would happend after he won the battle…but, at least he wasn’t mad or yelling around, that was good. Still, he figured he might want to drop by and stop him before somebody sees what he is doing

Might aswell embarrass him a little…heh…

Salem stood up from his chair, stretching a bit as he snapped his fingers and some strings of magic sand going across his body later he went from just sitting there on his boxers to be wearing his usual attire. The next thing to do was clean up, again he was a genie and in his own world he was king so…an snap of his fingers fixed this. With that done he stretched again, placing his usual poker face as he just vanished from here. As for where he would appeard, he decided to do it next to Astaroth throne, basicly his form appearing from air as a few grains of golden sand floated around him only to vanish later. And as it was usual for him he kept an straight face accompanied with a polite tone…holding himself back from laughing at this little display

Master…what might you be doing if you don’t mind me asking?

Aside from laughing like an overexcited school girl that is…heh…

The last part, a through that he forced to the back of his head only to don’t laugh, as he watched Astaroth, hoping the prince wouldn’t do anything even weirder that would cause the genie to break the mask and just laugh. He had a bet with another servant that he could spend at least the next hundred years without a single solitary giggle coming out from him and he damn well expected to win it!

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Another part of the castle that was shielded by giant trees, was a sacred place where Alaric came to meditate and reflect. It also gave him the solitude he needed to think. Deep beneath the forest green foliage there was various statues, that were in a circular formation, the center of which had a large symbol that was made out of stone, but the spaces between were covered in a fine moss. In the midst of this setting, Alaric was seated. However only part of him was in a human form, the rest was that of a large coiled snake. The size of the coils was colossal, and so richly coloured he was truly a magnificent sight. He wore on his torso nothing but a silken vest that was adorned with metallic designs that ran along the edges. Most notable was the large jewel centerpiece that was embedded in his forehead.

With his elbows pointed outwards, his palms touching together – fingertips in perfect alignment, he was the embodiment of spiritual energy and reflection. Alaric chanted in a whispered hush with his eyelids closed. The edges of his eyelids eyes were painted with a black dye, that set off his dark skin. It was more than just sun kissed. Alaric enjoyed receiving the filtered rays of light that came down through the gaps in the trees and illuminated his entire being.

There was nothing Alaric liked more than this moments of seclusion, where nothing or no one could disturb his peaceful state of mind. Nagas were usually solitary creatures, so it was unusual for him to serve a Master. But then again, there was no other Prince of Hell quite like Astaroth. Alaric had been in the Princes service for as long as he could remember. His right hand man, one could say as the Prince of Pride had a soft spot for serpents and creatures of his nature.

A day like any other. That is how it started and the religious practice of meditation was going as per normal. That was until the sounds filtered through from the palace that someone was up.

“There’s nothing to do~!”

Slowly, one eyelid opened and the eye darted to the direction to which the sound came from. Alaric stopped his chant and lowered his hands to his sides, while he turned his torso towards the palace proper. The owner of that voice was well known to the nagas, and he knew now that his morning ritual was over. Only a fool would keep the Prince waiting, when he had obviously opened his curtains in the main throne room to alert all of his boredom.

“No ressst for the wicked.” Alaric thought as he raised up like a king cobra and then began to slither from his sacred site to make his way towards the palace as quickly as he could.

On arrival, it seemed someone else had beaten the nagas to the punch. he could hear his questioning tone as he slid in through the doors. Oh….it was the Genie. Trust him to be at the Prince’s side so soon.

Master…what might you be doing if you don’t mind me asking?

“I was about to asssk the sssame thing, Sssalem.” Alaric’s tongue slithered out each time he said ‘s’, his eyes narrowing to slits as he stared at the all too stony faced Genie. He often thought there was a lot more to that creature and would be wise not to take him at face value. Truth was, the nagas didn’t trust him one bit. Then again, he didn’t trust many at all. Trust, like respect had to be earnt.

The Nagas bowed ever so politely, as its long tail took its good time in entering the room completely.

“Your Highnesssss.” Alaric was always one for being direct. “Found a sssmall lump in the cussshion of your comfy throne?’ ~RB~

RPC – Alaric Sharmar : The Princess Diaries.

Name: Alaric Sharmar

Age: 720 years

Race: Nagas

Appearance: Black hair, olive complexion, green eyes, with a round face. Razor sharp teeth in all forms.
The length of the Nagas is only about 14-16 feet, in human form 5’6″-5’10”

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Nagas are usually described as part-human, part snake Nagas have jewels either in their hoods, necks, or heads This jewel is more than just a decoration. The jewel forms in throat of the Nagas, and it emits a light brighter than diamond. Should a Naga need to discover anything in the dark, it need only disgorge the jewel then swallow it again when it is ready. Though coveted, misfortune would befall anyone who killed a Naga to obtain the jewel. It is possible to obtain it by throwing dust upon it when it is out of the Naga’s mouth
Some descriptions claim that the Nagas have jewel-studded faces or scales. The Naga have three distinct forms as follows:
1. Human: fully human body with serpents crowning the head or growing from the neck
2. Split: upper body of a human with the lower region in snake form
3. Serpent: as a common serpent, usually with multiple heads.
These forms are considered separate from the ability to transform into other living creatures, such as humans or lions, because the Naga’s three forms above are a part of its own nature. Depictions of the Naga may favor one of the three forms described above, depending on the time period, region, and religion.
In its human form, the Naga is characterized by the polycephalous serpent-hood. A Naga may have a crown of serpents or serpents around its neck, but usually the human figure is hooded.
In the split form, a Naga has a human body above the waist with a serpent body below the waist. The torso and above have human characteristics, including arms with five-fingered hands. Below the waist, serpent anatomy presents a strong tail, sometimes dubbing this form the ‘mermaid form.’
In its serpent form, a Naga will have multiple heads. The number varies but is uneven; the most common counts are three, five, or seven. Sometimes the serpent form presents with a human face.
While a Naga may take the form of a human, they don’t belong to the human world at all. They belong to Nagaloka, the mysterious realm of the serpent.
Nagini were known for their beauty. Stories describe their fair hips and their faces as resembling the full moon. Nagini are clever and are always well dressed, and when they appear as nymphs or women, mortal men often fall in love with them.
Male Naga have slate-colored skin and cold, serpentine eyes. Apparently, the male Naga’s visage is responsible for the evil nightmares about snakes and snake people.

Nagas have deadly venom, but they also carry the elixir of life and immortality. They have the gift of medical knowledge to heal poison. The Naga’s bite is so poisonous it is described as ‘setting fire’ or ‘fiery.’
The destructive nature of poison resembles that of fire. This is why poisonous serpents have a high degree of tejas, (Sanskrit for ‘heat’ or ‘fire) a magical energy ascribed to living creatures.
Nagas only harm mortals when they are mistreated, so many superstitions exist to evade the wrath of a local Naga. This is because so deadly is the Naga’s venom that a Naga’s breath or stare could case harm or kill.

Ability – Shifting ; A snake going to human will grow legs and arms, or a human becoming a snake will have their arms fuse to their sides and their legs to each other, lengthening and becoming a tail. Hair sinks inside the skin, skin and bones rearrange in a grotesque display as the body shifts and lengthens… all in 30 seconds. For the Naga, shape shifting is not painful – it’s actually quite cathartic. They look just like any other human in their human form, with no distinguishable physical feature that would reveal them to be Nagas.

Any clothes they are wearing remain as they are. That is, if they are in their human shape and shift into the Nagas shape, the clothes are likely to tear. If they go from snake to human or Nagas, they’re going to be naked… snakes, after all, do not wear clothing. Clothing, jewellery, and possessions do not go anywhere – they remain exactly as they were. A Nagas with pierced ears that goes from Nagas to human will certainly keep the piercings when they shift back, but lose the earrings, but if they were to go to their snake form, they would similarly fall out. In their Nagas form, while having a humanoid torso and arms, they have a serpentine head to allow for their mouths to unhinge and swallow much larger prey.

Alliance: Pride

Status/Job: Right hand man to the Prince of Pride

Personality: Sly, clever, intelligent, adaptable, loyal, defensive, devout, angered when provoked.

Relationship Status: Single

Orientation: Straight

Likes: Rats, other small rodents. His Master, the Prince of Pride.

Dislikes : Dislike of the cold. If in prolonged cold temperatures, get extremely drowsy. Can, and will, hibernate.

Strengths ; Speed, agility, strength.
Weakness; Cold climates, ice, being frozen.

Background: WIP

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The Witches Circle – Power and Corruption : PD

 

Fu:

 

Witches Circle

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Oridin Lexington : ” A show ? If what happened a second ago was a opener for this………. I’m not so sure I am ready for this . ”

– The Young Apprentice said in a slowly decreasing tone to the man speaking to him , he was anxious at the words being said and furthermost he didn’t have the vaguest of understanding of what was going on . It all seemed a bit too fast for him , like being thrown into the middle of a tv series and having not seen the previous episodes before then . He didn’t know what to expect when expecting , and he didn’t have a word in edge wise because of this being his first appearance around all these people. When he saw newcomers come , all he could do was greet them before returning to silence ; he was here as a guest of sorts too so he wouldn’t try to stand out too much . All he had done would’ve been give a greeting a soft wave with his hand . –

Oridin Lexington : ” H-Hello.”

– Hearing the names of people he’s never met and the talks of Kingdoms had Oridin confused. He didn’t know much about the land outside of this particular region , and hearing about it had him stunned at the concept. Hopefully the Apprentice would get to hear more , but of course he would at least hope to make up some sense of it . –

 

Dessy:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

Once Mariela had walked into the Witches Circle, she turned to face everyone else, standing with Scar still by her side and the other three behind her. Her blue eyes moved between each person, narrowing slightly as she decided whether they could be trusted or not. Although, her face couldn’t be seen – not whenever the hood was up. She stayed silent, eyes shifting between each person, but they moved to look at Lavinia when she began speaking, her voice cool, yet holding no emotion.
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“Welcome, Mariela and family.”

Mariela simply gave a nod of her head, watching Lavinia as she began walking in her direction. The little witch was suspicious – very much so. She wasn’t quite sure how much these people could be trusted. She looked at the male who spoke a hello, giving a nod. She looked down when Lavinia held out her hand, but simply looked back up at her. “I have.”she said in response to having taken over Greed. Her head turned towards the gasp that could be heard from the crowd.“She killed Lydia?” she spoke, and Mariela tilted her head. “I killed Lydia, yes.” she said, her head snapping to the one who spoke next, who seemed to be clapping. She narrowed her eyes, before turning to look back at Lavinia.

Feeling the squeeze of Scar’s hand, Mariela lifted her hand and put it on top of his in reassurance. “You’re surprised by this?” she then asked about the apparent shock at the death of Lydia – by her hands. She then silenced the one’s behind her, and once again Mariela moved her eyes around the circle. “Watch over me?” Mariela asked with a raised eyebrow – but once again this couldn’t be seen. She looked up when Lavinia walked towards her, Lavinia being quite taller than the small witch.

“I know of the curse of Greed – I was there when both past rulers fell, but only one was by my hands.” Mariela spoke. “I promise I’m not under the curse of Greed, nor will I ever be.” she spoke. One so young and so seemingly innocent, held firmness, delicacy and courage in her voice when she spoke. With everything she’s already been through, nothing fazed her anymore.

“An elder?” Mariela asked, eyebrows raising as Lavinia spoke. “Why do you want me to become an elder?” she questioned. “And what makes you think I want to become an elder?” she asked afterwards. But at the mention of her family, Mariela turned around to look at the three people behind her. She gave a nod of reassurance, before turning back around. “These are my brothers, Sam and Sean, and my good friend, Tessa.” she said, removing her hand off of Scar’s hand to gesture behind her as she introduced each of them.

“I do not know if you are aware, child but there has been a disturbance caused by the turning of the time piece. May I ask you, has anything out of the ordinary….or simply put – strange occurred since the death of Lydia?”

Lavinia asked, and Mariela glanced towards Scar. Immediately, her mind went to Alice and the mirror. “I know nothing about this “turning of the time piece”. she said, looking up at Lavinia again. “But… yes. A few strange things have happened.” she said simply, not saying anything more.

Razorbackwriter:
The Witches Circle

“I know all about it.” This was the time for the Dark one to step forward from where he had been standing as a witness to his historic meeting between Lavinia and the new Princess of Greed – Mariela. Lavinia lowered her hand slowly from the intended handshake, as the young Princess witch was wary of meeting the Queen of all Witches of Drye. Lavinia was not at all happy about what the Dark one had done, even though the turning of the time piece was the direct result of the Prince of Gluttony’s actions at the Hell’s Kitchen.

“Are you even aware of what goes on beyond the walls of Greed, Princess?”Shamus was pushing his luck to get involved at this point, but it was probably a good thing, since the Elders themselves needed to be informed of just why time was being played with. The Queen of Witches glanced back to see the slimy Dark one approach with a serious look about him. “A simple game of chess, dearie. That was the start of it. You….and your fellow rulers of Hell are on that board, but one decided that he sought more power than he should have.” The Dark one was now speaking of the Prince of Gluttony, the one that had just been banished from the Witches circle by Lavinia who had channeled the power of the Elders themselves.

Now everyone was listening intently. Even Lavinia herself. Hell had brought itself to the Witches Circle, due to that same time piece and while the Dark one did not control it, he knew the reasons for its turning and the dire consequences of that fact.

“Explain…Shamus.” Lavinia had taken her attention off Mariela for now, and even Marguerite was paying heed, as this affected her as well.

“We all saw who was here.” Shamus started, and this was when Esme – the apprentice and niece to the Queen of Witches chose her moment to speak.

“The Prince of Gluttony. He held a woman’s body….and…” The memory of what he had done, absorbing her into his own before they had shared a bizarre kiss still fresh in her mind. “That was no ordinary woman, child. That…was the Princess of Wrath.” Now, if Mariela was paying attention, this news that the Prince of Gluttony had attacked a fellow royal would be more than just shocking. “Turns out he is more power hungry than even I could have ever imagined.”

Scar couldn’t hold back any longer. The stark realization that his own beloved Princess could be in danger a very real fact. Mariela had released his hand after introducing her family to the Elders and the Queen. If Gluttony was going after the other royals, what was to stop him from coming after the Kingdom of Greed.

“Did he kill the Princess of Wrath?” Scar had to know.

“Looks like…he ate her. As to whether she was dead, the cat might know.” He meant by this, that Katrina, the servant of the Princess of Wrath was linked to her. But as many looked around, Kat was no where to be seen.

“And what has that got to do with the time piece.” Esme asked, knowing that only the right questions would get the right answers. She didn’t like getting herself involved in matters that were above her role as an apprentice, but it she felt she had to say something.

“Possibly the only way to save all of Hell from complete destruction, even if it does corrupt and cause chaos in its wake. The Prince wears the right hand of doom, a very dangerous piece that is a key…to the ultimate power. Now, I don’t normally hand that sort of thing over without a price, which was….a heart.” The Heart of Pride. Lavinia could see where this was going, and she looked to be getting angry once more. Katrina had not mentioned much at all about the Princess of Wrath, but now with the Prince of Gluttony gone with the absorbed body of the Princess, Kat must have gone off after them. Least that was the idea forming.

“Whose heart must he take?” Scar again now wanting answers. Was it Mariela’s? Was this why the Queen of Witches summoned her to become an elder and unite to save her heart from Gluttony? The Dark one tapped his nose and let out a chuckle.

“You don’t want me to spoil the show, now do you?” Oh how wicked he was being. The only one that had heard whose heart was to be needed, was Katrina, who had now left the circle and was currently out of the game. “Besides…Lavinia here has offered you a chance at protection. She just banished the Prince herself. Could you possibly do something like that when the time comes?”

He took another step closer and leered.

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“Can you?” Shamus took out a wand and waved it, before winking at Tessa. “What would you do, dearie? Put the family first or save yourself?”

~RB~

Kiss me – The Embassy : PD

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

There was a great thrill for Valmont, to see his lover becoming so assertive. A new found freedom and perhaps even comfort in his own being as he was truly accepted by Valmont for being what he was. The Ambassador’s eyes glistened as he watched Nicholas come down off the table. and walk towards him. Feeling his arms come around his neck and pull the larger male towards him. Ready for anything. Valmont released a pleasured grunt that growled up from the pit of his stomach. Nicholas didn’t have to do much at all it seemed to please the incubus. That soft voice, saying that he was glad that his search was over.

Valmont reached around and cupped Nicholas’s buttocks in his large hands, when he clamored up him and then starte to kiss him with a renewed sense of love. He did it so effortlessly, and there was no way that Valmont minded, in fact he was seriously enjoying the body contact again. He carried his lover over to the large velvet love chair and laid Nicholas’s body down. He wanted to do more than just kiss him. Oh there was so much more. He wanted to show Nicholas how to simply enjoy being loved, touched and adored. Valmont was more than experienced in this area, and started off by running his hands up and down Nicholas’s chest. It didn’t matter that he had no breasts to speak of. They were just part of the anatomy missing, but surely when Valmont’s lips brushed against his nipples, he would feel that spark. That delicious sensation that would have him crying out in lustful tones.

Valmont hovered over Nicholas, teasing each nip with his tongue, while he started to go lower. The zone where it was so very much that of a woman. It was one thing to be inside him, yes that gave him pleasure, but a whole different story when simply pleasing him as a woman should be.

Like a large wolf, he started to lap his tongue through Nicholas’s folds. His tongue so rough against the suppleness of Nicholas’s clit lips. Nicholas could also see the way his head came up and then down again and again, as his husky voice let out satisfied moans. Enjoying the taste of his lover.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

It was exciting to say at least, the love and touching in this. He hadn’t expected to be carried but, he was. Keeping the kissing going as long as he could, it released once he was laid on the chair. His long white hair was in a mess and all sprawled out under him again, it was truly a site. Small jerks made Nicholas body move from the kissing, once he reached the nipple he would simply let out small soft moans. This is what you called teasing and this would indeed been his first time experiencing it, it wasn’t bad. Something inside him was edging him on to be daring but, he didn’t at the moment. Feeling his tongue working, pleasure shot through him.

” Oh Valmont, oh god. Valmont.. Hng. ” Nicholas moaned out loudly, his body slightly arching.

Moments later Nicholas hands went down and to Valmonts hair. Moments later he’d fine them in his hair, grabbing and pulling at his long locks. Feeling his body squirm a bit, he’d continue moaning out his name. It was something that would escape his lips a lot. This was a true pleasure and he was enjoying it. Seconds later his eyes would close and he bit his lip a bit, he would make sure to repay him after.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Nicholas’s taste was exquisite, but what made it even more enjoyable was how he responded to Nicholas’s attentions. The gripping of his hair and forcing him down showed just how much Nic wanted this. Feeling empowered at this stage that he could direct his lover as he pleased. The moment that Valmont feel him tense and shudder, he withdrew and licked his lips happily. Propping himself up on the couch and just stroking Nicholas’s knee as he lay there – spent.

“You are more addictive than wine, my love.” Valmont said huskily as he tipped his head back on the couch and just let all the worries in the world go for now. It was like spending time with Nicholas like this as being a good way to ease the stresses of the day, but not only that, he had found himself a new lover and one that had been right under his nose the whole time.

Thoughts turned towards Zachary for a moment, and Valmont let out a sigh. He didn’t plan on telling Zach right away. Not while this was so very new. He would always make sure that Nicholas was happy with the choices that they made together as a couple. Unified.

It was the way it should be. Valmont being very aware that coming out to him was a really huge deal. It begged the question, would this change Nicholas’s behavior? Feeling more at peace in his own skin, knowing that he was loved and accepted for what and who he is.

Glancing down at Nicholas lovingly, Valmont said. “If you want to go take a shower, I won’t stop you.” Figuring that after everything that might be a good idea. They had barely gotten back, and after their tryst in the office, Nicholas might feel more refreshed after being washed.

“I’ll wait here of course.” Said with a content smile, as he made no move to go and get dressed or change himself.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

Haze and pleasure had been the two things Nicholas felt at this moment. You could say he was in a blissful state and it felt nice, feeling him move he relaxed. Slightly his head moved and chuckled at his comment, was he that good? It made him ponder as he snickered a little after.

” Do I really taste that good? ” He asked quietly.

He thought back to what happened, it was really exquisite. One thing he felt good about is that Valmont obviously loved the way he was. The only other person who had known about him was Zachary and he wondered how he’d take it with them. It should be fine for them to be open? It was a question he wondered, granted he didn’t want to give away himself so it’d be tricky. With a soft sigh he smiled as he told him to go take a shower.

” Ahn, no. I got something else in mind, you’ve pleased me, let me please you. ” Nicholas said with a smirk, what did he mean?

Sitting up Nicholas would move to crawl down towards Valmonts waist, his hand sliding against his inner thigh. His soft lips went to kiss his right nipple, sliding his tongue around and moving over to the left, doing the same. His lips stayed on each nipple for a minute, slightly sucking and nipping. After a couple he’d make his way down with kisses, kissing the bottom of his length. Slowly he’d kiss up the side, kissing the tip and then slightly licking, licking down the the opposite side. A smirk came to his lips, his hair falling around as he moved it to the side a bit. Nicholas would place his lips onto the tip and gently rolled his tongue around, sucking and taking only a little in at a time, teasing him.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont was hardly expecting that Nicholas would turn the tables on him. Already well sated from their tryst thus far, he was thinking that the young man would indeed wish to go and wash the grime from the trip off, along with the remains of their sexual encounter. However, it was Nicholas moving across to him. Crawling upon the floor as he had a delicious smirk upon his sweet lips.

” Ahn, no. I got something else in mind, you’ve pleased me, let me please you. ”

The ambassador’s eyebrow shot up at this. “Oh do share what you have on your mind, I think I might enjoy it.” Oh Valmont knew that whatever the boy thought that it was going to be good. Valmont’s lips parted as he was now salivating as he watched his young lover. The feel of his fingers skirting up his inner thigh made his blood sizzle. The impending attentions were going to drive him wild, there was no doubt. It was then his tongue met with Valmont’s nipple.

“Hnnnng…” He couldn’t even put a word together, just a sound that was like a croak if anything. “Nic…” Another breathless response, as he moved his hand to stroke Nicholas’s back gently. Not so much guiding him…no just wanting him to know he was indeed pleased. The way that he moved his lips, the light flicking of his tongue was incredible, especially from one that had not had much experience in the erotic arts. If anything he was a fast learner. Swallowing hard, Valmont arched his back and edged his hips outward as though presenting himself to Nicholas. Rock hard and eager once more. This was the moment he waited for, and his head lowered right on the mark of time when Nicholas took to his aching member with those same sweet lips. Nicholas was now…beautiful and tender. A gentleness in his touch.

“Yes….oh yes. More…please….take more.” He begged.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

Nicholas had continued on his acts of teasing only just the tip, removing his mouth after a second. He was going to give him more but, why not just tease him a little more? Slowly he just simply let his tongue slide up and down, around and up over the tip. Continuing that as his hand crawled up to run over his testes, slowly circling around each ball slowly. Mere moments later he’d grab a hold of the two, squeezing and slightly tugging a bit. Maybe it wasn’t as pleasurable but, he had to test and see how his mate worked. His tongue swirling just a bit more and stopping, looking up at him.

” You look rather cute, begging like that. But I’ll give more, my.. lover.” Nicholas had said the first part in a teasing matter but, was slightly serious on the last note.

Once again he’d place his lips back to the tip, setting them there, not moving at all. Finally his head would slide down as he took in the tip fully, his lips sliding down inch by inch, taking in more and more of the hardness. About half way he’d stop and then moved his head back up, pushing it down seconds after. His head would continue on in doing bobbing motions, taking in more from the middle every time, eventually reaching the end. It felt funny at first, feeling it all in and down his throat but, it wasn’t as bad. Nicholas would close his eyes gently and continued on again, his hands still circling under the shaft.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Never before had Valmont had to beg for anything in a sexual manner. Always been the one to initiate and give pleasure as he saw fit. But to actually beg Nicholas…to spur him to do more was all too easy to do. He completely surrendered to his young lover. A light chuckle came from him when Nicholas was so bold to say that Valmont was cute when he begged.
Cute? That was a new word to describe the Ambassador. Valmont reached down with both hands. His fingers gracing Nicholas’s cheeks, only to push back to draw Nic’s hair back behind his ears. That image of how he looked with his lips just touching the very tip of Valmont’s length could not be described as cute. it was so sinfully erotic. Valmont ran his tongue across his upper lip, letting it poke at the side just a moment as his fingers continued to move through Nich’s hair until they were to meet at the back of his head. He wanted to apply light pressure as though to give him just a bit of control as he felt he needed. But Nicholas was way ahead of him, already pushing his head down freely, much to Valmont’s desire and delight. He panted hard as his jaw slackened. The subtle way that his young lover tugged on his balls as he took him deep into his mouth was almost all consuming. Valmont’s head fell back on the chair and he kneaded Nicholas’s head with his finger tips.

“Oh God….Love….yes, that’s it.” Nichoas started a rhythm that had Valmont so aroused, he couldn’t help but buck a bit on the chair. His need growing, as did the thickness within Nic’s mouth. The ambassador toyed with Nic’s hair – pulling it gently, then releasing when Nicholas took him in all the way. Loud grunts mixed with moans were now filling the room. His hands moved to Nic’s shoulders as he let them rest there and let his lover take him as he wanted. A little pre leaked from the tip, so now Nic would have a taste of his lover’s sex. At this rate there was going to be so much more to come.

~RB~