Submit.

 

Teasing words that dare my inhibitions

Stripping away the shy exterior

To reveal bare flesh for your eyes only

A hiss through gritted teeth

I respond with the tremor of my thighs

Every second; longer than the next

Anticipation building…..climbing

Almost dizzy as I await your touch

Bedroom eyes stare to the wall

Heated breath escapes my parted lips

Rounded buttocks flinch at the slightest sound

You’re behind me, I know you’re there

Hair pulled back, caught within fingers tight

Never will I resist you

For this night you shall have your fill

My body….my sacrifice

The surrender to be the sweetest thing

 

~RB~

 

 

Cold Chisel – Cheap Wine

A song that really became something of an anthem for the pub circuit in Australia in the 80’s.  Cold Chisel’s “Cheap Wine”, featuring Jimmy Barnes and the band after a big night out.   This song is a track from the 1980 album “East”

 

 

“Cheap Wine”

Once I smoked a Danneman cigar
I drove a foreign car
Baby that was years ago
I left it all behind
I had a friend, I heard she died
On a needle she was crucified
Baby that was years ago
I left it all behind for my

Cheap wine and a three-day growth
Cheap wine and a three-day growth
Come-on, come-on, come-on

I don’t mind takin’ charity
From those that I despise
I don’t really need your love
I don’t need your love
Baby you can shout at me
But you can’t meet my eyes
I don’t really need your love
I don’t need your love
I got my

Cheap wine and a three-day growth
Cheap wine and a three-day growth
Come-on, come-on, come-on

I’m sitting on the beach drinkin’ rocket fuels – oh yeah!
I spent the whole night breakin’ all the rules – oh yeah!
Mending every minute of the day before
Watching the ocean, watching the shore
Watching the sunrise, and thinkin’ there could never be more
Never be more

Anytime you want to find me
I don’t got a telephone
I’m another world away
But I always feel at home
With my

Cheap wine and a three-day growth
Cheap wine and a three-day growth
Come-on, come-on, come-on

Cheap wine and a three-day growth
Cheap wine and a three-day growth
Come-on, come-on, come-on

 

Sensual cleansing – The Embassy : PD

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Setting down his champagne flute, Valmont settled back against the curved edge of the tub to listen to Nicholas explain when he first had feelings for him. He couldn’t help but smile when he heard that it had been a good couple of months. That Nicholas had been watching him, and yet didn’t once try to make a move. His insecurity about his body would have caused that. Now that was out of the way, and Valmont knew what he was as well as accepted it this gave Nicholas a new found confidence that was a joy to watch and experience. Through their love it was clear that nothing was impossible.

Valmont Reached around and took the sponge that had a good amount of soap upon it and then with his free hand he swept Nicholas’s hair to one side as he started to rub the sudsy sponge against Nicholas’s back.

“Only fair with the way you are sitting, that I do you first.”

Valmont had a firm hand, so Nicholas may well feel slightly pushed forward when Valmont worked his magic. It would start with the shoulders and go in a circular motion. Around and around. Lather and foam dribbling down Nicholas’s back only to land in the water.

The ambassador dunked the sponge into the tepid bath waters, then brought his arms around Nicholas, to start washing his chest. By doing this, Nicholas would find himself pulled in close with his sudsy back now hard up against Valmont’s chest. The incubus’s legs now wrapped around his. One hand using the sponge to clean, the other strumming his chest and even tweaking a nipple. Nicholas’s bare shoulder was so inviting, that Valmont bent his head forward to kiss it. The water lapped gently against the side of the bath, as all conversation seemed to stop.

 

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

This was truly something Nicholas was enjoying very much. You could say he could stay like this forever but, he knew it was for a while. Feeling the sponge work its magic around his back and shut his eyes, it was loving. Feeling him work down his shoulders he’d slightly groan out in the sense of enjoying it. It was doing numbers on his body, feeling his back against Val’s he’d lean into him some. Leaning his neck to the side with his hair hanging down the side, he’d leave him plenty of room to do as he pleased. Feeling the small tweak against his nipples he’d feel them slightly harden and he bit onto his bottom lip, gasping once slightly. It was peaceful and lovely in the silence.

” Mmm.. I must say, you would make a good person who gives amazing massages, truly a miracle. ” he said happily with a sigh.

Nicholas moved his legs so they were sitting straight out in front of him, giving more room in the tub. His hands would go down and slightly rub against Valmont’s legs, spinning circles with his fingers. He’d trail them up his legs as far as he could reach from his position, his lower back slightly moving against his inner area since he was in between him. A small smirk slipped onto his lips and he was glad he couldn’t see his face, it was something he snickered a bit at.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont released a light grunt when Nicholas chose to move his back against his lower region. It set off a reaction that was all too easy to do in such close quarters. Having been already washing down Nic’s chest, the incubus had his lover well in his grasp. The happy sigh from Nicholas, topped with the words about how good Valmont was at amazing massages earnt a cheeky response.

“Well considering you are trying to massage me right now with your ass, I have to say it is you that are good at being very bad.”

The ambassador started to rub the sponge harder across Nic’s chest and then lower abdomen. Each time pulling Nic’s body back against his. He leaned down and started to flick his tongue against Nic’s ear. “You’re so dirty…I have to rub a bit harder. I know you won’t mind.” Taking in the tip of Nicholas’s ear lobe, Valmont sucked it lightly, before nipping it with the edge of his dog tooth. All the while he continued to clean Nicholas’s chest, till he tossed the sponge into the water, and let his hand go lower. It wasn’t hard to find Nicholas was already feeling aroused from the attentions. The water sloshed out over the side of the bath when Valmont pulled Nicholas tighter against him -whilst now assaulting his neck with nips and kisses.

He had forgotten all about being gentle. There were no more words, just raw passion being displayed by the alpha male. Being a predator to Nicholas’s offered body. He knew that Nicholas would find it very hard to resist. Valmont’s fingers soon were finding their way inside his lover again. The thrusting causing water to come in and out rapidly, thus increasing stimulation. Valmont’s hardness rubbed in between the crack of Nic’s ass. The incubus making it clear he wanted his lover to lose himself to this watery tryst. His fingers dug deep into his lover’s flesh to hold him hard to him as this was yet another conquest of his body.

 

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

A couple of chuckles escaped Nicholas lips from the comment. Was he being bad? Maybe, he was good at being bad, something he’d keep in his head. Feeling the pull against him again he’d bite hi lip to hold in the moan, he knew his game.

“I guess I am good at being bad.. no I don’t mind if you rub a bit harder..” He said with a squeak, holding in the best he could.

Once he was sucking on his lobe he’d slightly shutter from it, biting his lip a bit harder. It was hard to keep moans in but, he was doing his best to. The kisses and nips made Nicholas let out giggles, a small giggle fit. He had murmurer sorry in a hushed tone, controlling himself. It was a ticklish spot, what could a person do? His breaths hitched up a bit as his hand went down lower into the water, between his thighs and he shut his eyes. Nicholas knew exactly what was going to go on and he was going to enjoy it. The intrusion into him again made Nicholas brake, the water helping it more stimulate. The lips had parted and sounds escaped them, ranging from soft to loud with each motion.

” V-V-Valmont.. oh hng, Val, Val, oh gosh, Valmont.. ” He had said loudly, signaling that he was enjoying the touches.

Nicholas would feel the lower half rubbing between and his face was once again slightly red but, not as red from earlier. Feeling his fingers dig in to his skin he knew he wouldn’t escape easily. Nicholas would continue on letting his bum rub back against his hardness when he pulled him back, obviously wanting to please him too.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

There were times when Valmont could be gentle and loving, but there were also those moments when he lost himself to the pleasures of his lust and right now he was finding the whole bathing situation to be pushing him to his limits. A fire was ignited, and the way that Nicholas cried out in response to the way that Valmont touched and gripped his skin, the incubus was now wanting to dominate him. The sly rubbing of his small buttocks to Valmont’s member brought an enraptured growl of delight. Teasing Valmont after he had said he didn’t mind if he rubbed a bit harder. He could not help but whisper in Nicholas’s ear.

“I can get a lot harder….lover.”

He wound his arm around Nicholas’s waist and forcibly lifted him so that he would be moved up slightly, only to be brought back down hard upon Val’s shaft. There would be no word of warning, when the waters spilled over the side of the bath and with a grunt of exertion, he filled his lover to the brim. Nicholas’s back was now hard to Valmont’s chest and it was clear that Valmont was very much in control.

Valmont reached for Nicholas’s chin, to turn his head to face his own and then crushed his lips to Nic’s to stifle any cries of pleasure or pain. His tongue worming into Nic’s mouth and invading – dancing with his tongue. A free hand moved back to Nicholas’s lower lips and began to flick and tease – winding Nicholas up to the point he could not hold back from bucking upon his love.

 

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

The growl had been a signal that Nicholas knew he was enjoying this and doing something correct. Hearing his words it made him wonder exactly what he was going to do, this man knew no bounds right now. Feeling himself lifted and brought back down rather hard onto his shaft, a sound of pain would of erupted but, it was cut off by his lips to his own. Nicholas squirmed in his grasp, feeling him move, his breath hitching more then it was. At this point in time he had no control of what to do, he had no say you could say he was being put as the submissive. His eyes half stayed open as he gladly let Val enter his mouth and let their tongues work together in a rythem. Touches were going again and he started moaning into the kiss, shuttering ever so lightly from the pleasure.

Nicholas was still sore from earlier festivities, would he be sore after this? Yes, he defiantly would, it didn’t help that he was a virgin and was now being penetrated once again. Their wasn’t as much pain anymore, it was pleasure but he knew it’d come back and bite him in the ass later. Moments later Nicholas would force his body to move and turn, his chest to Valmont’s. He wanted to him to see how he was truly pleasing him and how he was pleasing him. His own hips decided to start moving up and down against Valmont’s, pushing more and more into. Moans continued on escaping his lips and his hands slid up his chest. Nicholas let his own chest rub against Valmont’s, their nipples rubbing together, his fingers trailed up and started squeezing Valmont’s own nips. He’d continue on rubbing still while squeezing and rubbing them, massaging almost and a soft smirk playing in his lips through the moans.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont was rubbing off on Nicholas, but not in the way you expect. The rough play had worked up his young lover nicely, and now it was Nicholas who was taking charge. Turning around so that he was straddling Valmont in the bath, but still on him firmly. He was going to start to force his own will on Val, and this was exactly what he had hoped for. To see his lover grow even more confident. It was more exciting than he could have ever imagined. Nicholas wanted to see Valmont’s face…to see the changing expressions as he ground his hips hard to Val’s own.

With skilled hands Valmont moved them down to Nic’s buttocks and cupped them in his large hands. It was not like he was trying to force any actions, oh no. He was just wanting to feel his lover move, as he stole kisses between the sinful petting. Using his own chest to stimulate Val’s nipples worked at treat, but when he added finger play into it, oh how Valmont wanted to bite and suck those slender digits.

Charged now with excitement, he changed tact and grabbed Nic’s waist, sitting up a little as he lowered his head and started to wildly nip and suck at one of his nipples, with Nic riding him like there was no tomorrow. Water was going all over the floor, lapping over the bath edge in waves. Valmont losing himself to his lover now. A burning hunger flooding his veins. He wanted to hear Nic scream his lover’s name when he reached his peak.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

It took Nicholas by surprise as Valmont had lean down and started sucking at his nip and it made him feel so much more. He didn’t care that the floor was getting wet from their activities, it’d be cleaned later anyways. It was all pleasure right now and he could feel that it’d come to a end soon, he wasn’t sure how much his body could handle. Nic’s hands slid up his Val’s sides and into his hair, he tugged and pulled at his long hair. He needed something to hold onto for this, it was killing him inside in a good way. Nicholas would continue his actions simply riding the man before him with no shame, just love. It would be interesting to wonder what others would think, changes would obviously be felt between the duo. Many things had went through his head but they were washed away with his moans.

Nicholas had slightly tightened up and knew that it was coming shortly, Val’s name had left his mouth so many times this night he wouldn’t ever be able to forget it. Tugging a bit more at his long hair he leaned his head back, oh it was indeed enjoyable at this moment. He’d slightly move his hips a bit more in a circle motion for a few moments and then went back to normal. Nicholas had pushed his chest against Val’s face slightly in a arching manner and quickly the feeling of something shattering came, his release shortly after. One single scream of a word left his lips moments after it.

” Valmont! ”

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

It was simply glorious. Nicholas now taking the reigns so to speak. Finding his own sexual power and seizing his lover in a way that he never would have before. Valmont had led the way, and now he was free to explore this new found power and exploit it. The sudden rough tugging of his long silver locks, did not phase Val in the slightest. He did pull his head back a little to show a little fight, but wanted Nic to really get a handle on this. The constant nipping at his chest and sucking of each nipple had done the trick. Nicholas arching his back so he could give even more to Valmont, who surrended quite easily and kept up as though feasting.

Valmont then felt all of Nicolas’s inhibitions stripped away as he gave in completely to the lust. Riding his lover and curling his hips to get the very most out of every single action. Feeling Val even deeper than before, while rubbing that most sensual bulb within. Nicholas could never ever be more beautiful than he was now. Crying out Val’s name whilst mixed in with long drawn out moans. His young lover tugged harder at Valmont’s hair, and this was when he felt Nic tighten. His muscles constricting as he was reaching the peak. Val slyly moved his hands around to clamp on Nic’s waist and right as he screamed his name out for all to hear, Valmont grunted and his seed spewed his lover’s womb….again and again as the two fused together as one. Nicholas would be left a quaking mess, but Valmont would only move his hands higher and bring his lover to rest upon his own chest. He kept kissing the top of Nicholas’s head, breathing the words. “You are mine.”

 

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

The time spent in the past couple of hours were amazing, from the office to the bathtub, something he’d never dreamed of in his wildest dreams. Again, it was all so shocking to him but, realization hit him when he was riding his lover, like nothing. Nicholas enjoyed this greatly, it was so new and exciting. Pleasuring and joyous, never had he felt someone want him like this. He felt something inside him again, the same feeling from earlier when Valmont was inside, it was his own release. Once.. twice, three? Three times had he let go in him and it felt utterly amazing, it was something he wished for over and over. Were their going to be consequences for doing such actions, without anything? Most likely but, that didn’t register in the mind of a loved struck boy. Laying his head upon his chest as Valmont pushed, he’d breath out heavily, panting a bit.

” You’re mine too. ” He said softly.

Moments later his breathing would calm and he’d slowly sit up from his grasp. Cleaning still had to be done, it would bother him other wise. Sliding himself off his now low member he’d groan a bit from it, he pouted a bit as it came out. Letting his hand slide through the water he found the sponge and picked it up, putting soap into it. Nicholas then went into washing Val, starting from his shoulders and working his way down his body. Slowly he’d circle the sponge around his nipples and gave each a small kiss. Once his chest was finished with soap, he’d glide down a bit more, lower towards his hood. The sponge would rub up and down, cleaning and washing anything away. It would of been teasing since he was once again touching that area. After Nic would simply glide up the sponge letting the water fall and wash the soap off. Nicholas body and hair were completely wet like Val’s and it was an amazing site. A small smile propped on his lips as he looked at him directly.

” All clean now. ”

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont could just lay back and watch Nicholas all day. He could finally relax and enjoy the soaking after what was another wild encounter. It was almost like they couldn’t keep their hands off each other – which was evident when Nicholas took it upon himself to wash his new lover over with the soapy sponge. Valmont wasn’t about to stop him either. He kept smirking as he felt the slippery soap being smeared over him and then washed away again. They may have both been clean now, but boy before they were really dirty. At the end of the wash, Nicholas was just as wet, as Valmont was. Almost like he’d been dunked. Valmont put his hand down to the top of the water and using his fingers, he flicked water at Nicholas playfully.

“Yeah, clean for now.”

Valmont reached for either side of the tub and then pushed himself up and threw his leg over the side so he could get out. He wasn’t one for lounging all day in the warmth of the bath. He knew that he still had a job to do, and though as much as he was enjoying Nicholas’s company, in the back of his mind he was thinking about how Zachary was getting on, in finding Bandit. Nagging questions entered his thoughts. Raul being the way he was when he left the Fallen’s temple was going to make things dangerous for both Bandit and Zachary, if the Embassy staffer didn’t get to her first.

Taking a towel off the rail, Valmont started to dry himself down as his voice would now lose its playful edge.

“We are going to have to make things ready for when Zachary returns. He may well have Bandit with him, and if that is the case, we are going to need to be on alert for the likes of Raul. There is simply no telling what he will do.”

Wrapping the towel around his hips, Valmont headed back out to find a change of clothing and start notifying the staff of Zachary’s return. This would give Nicholas a chance to finish his bath and also mull over the tryst with Valmont. It was not that Val didn’t want to stay and talk about their budding relationship, he just remembered…that he was the Ambassador and he had a job to do.

 

~RB~

The Naga, the Genie and the Dragon – The Kingdom of Pride : PD

 

Sieg:

 

Kingdom – Pride Castle

 

And finally they were three, the naga, the genie, the dragon, the three listening to each other and their lord in this time of crisis as their worried seemed to be the same. The three of them knew that an attack on the island would be something difficult to fend off from, they all knew that they had no allies outside this walls, and despite their combined power was great enough to rival the the other princes and perhaps even surpass them…what hope did they had if their numbers were smaller? Salem had seem some miracle battles during the ages, but it was among men, they were relatively fair in comparison, battles defined by intelligence, tactics, and not by the power they wielded, if anything such powers were just a trump card. But also something else worried him, something he had felt but not confessed for the sake of their lord…

Perhaps this is unimportant, given how perhaps my sensitivity to this is Master…but I had an strange sensation myself not too long ago

Genies were sensitive to the use of magic, and it was not something that came off as weird or unexpected since themselves were basically some strange incarnation magic itself took. Their power was well known, and even if Salem himself was unable to act as a normal genie should, it did not mean he did not packed the same power within his humble form of what seemed to be an elf that decided to spend his life on the deserts. In any case, the information he withheld was mostly something he found pointless, something that would bother their lord more than anything…but given the circumstances that maybe would help them

As you know already my kin have their own type of connection with magic…and not too long ago I felt an strange shift, something you could consider an small wave in calm water, as if somebody’s sands had been…tampered with

Salem never moved from his spot, as he began to ponder about the situation himself as he did during dinner last night, something that came off as normal due to the genie’s own silent nature when it came to any event that involved food. In the table he rarely uttered a word unless it was to answer something, and even then he always tried to cut himself off from conversations to be able to enjoy his food. Still this explained why half of the food he had remained untouched during the whole ordeal

I did not considered important at the time, but maybe it has some relation with your currents sensations…still finding the link between this two events is what worries me, but again as I said, it’s not so uncommon that such things happened

He placed his own grain on sand on the situation, so to say, as he tried to end by reassuring them that somebody messing with another’s life span, their own sands, was not an uncommon thing. Still one couldn’t stop thinking that it was strange that genies could perceive such thing, given that their own race was technically not capable of dying. As strange as it may have sounded, death for them only meant being later on, a continuous cycle which they were gifted with because of the most powerful of their kinds, creatures strong enough to make other more powerful incarnations of them, Ifrits for instance, tremble in fear at the mere mention of their name. To be able to say that this beings that ruled over all genies were strong enough to shrug off Death itself and defy it and win, was enough to understand where they stood

In any case, why would they decide to attack us now of all times? To our knowledge the other so called rulers were to busy among themselves…why would anyone risk a campaign against us? or even worst, who would be suicidal enough to go through with it?

And he pointed out something logical, despite their clear numeric disadvantage if the kingdoms remained in conflict why would anyone prefer to launch a military offensive against them of all people? They had a good defendable position, one that made up for their numeric disadvantage, and they really had anything really that valuable for them to come and risk their well being for taking. Not to count that they had not only the power of Astaroth defending this place but also a powerful Naga, a Primordial Dragon, and also a Genie…it would take some sort of strange obsessive and desperate reason for anyone to risk their neck in such a way. And it was this logic that Salem tried to use to reassure himself, at least more than the rest, that maybe it was their imagination. In the end while they all were certainly very well capable of death, what Salem feared for was a fate a bit worse in his own case, cause if losing them all, even the Naga who despite their trust issues he considered pleasant enough, wasn’t enough…Salem feared about what would happend if Astaroth was truly defeated. In the end unlike them, he was still bind by his own chains…if Astaroth’s visions were right, if someone came here and succeed in taking this place…sadly slavery would be Salem’s fate. And he wouldn’t go through it again, he couldn’t, he would prefer to turn himself into a mice and ask Alaric to have him as dinner

Razorbackwriter:Kingdom – Pride Castle

It was all easy to speculate. To put meaning to dreams, or to associate sickening feelings with the dread of impending danger. The Prince needed to have his wits about him, not be further stirred by the likes of Salem – who unknowingly was only adding weight to the Prince’s suspicions and thoughts. The nagas took to slinking into the background, as the arrival of the Prince’s other companion – Orimitsu. The Primordial dragon was known in all the realms for his enormous power and his intelligence was not something to be ignored. In fact, Alaric was hardly surprised by the Prince’s warm welcome to the dragon. Alaric simply nodded in Orimitsu’s direction and allowed him to speak freely. Especially when he mentioned about already having spies moving about in the outer realms on his orders. The nagas was on the money that intel was the best answer currently to confirm the harrowing thoughts that someone was planning to do the Prince in.

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Of course, Salem was not ready to give up in issuing further concerns and even questioned as to who might want to harm the Prince of Pride. The nagas may not have had the insight to read the minds of others, or see into the future – but he was more than happy to allay the Prince’s fears one way or another.

“Who needs a reassson to attack? I asssk you. We are dealing with the other six sins and all of them are unpredictable and at sssome point, mad enough to attack another realm without warning. Take Wrath for example. It isss sssaid that Mammon, the Prince of Greed went after that realm sssimply because a woman took the throne. Isss there any clear logic to that? No…..none whatsssoever.”

The Nagas was trying to make a point, and continued, though he wanted to make one thing completely clear to all in attendance.

“This issland casstle is a virtual fortress dessigned to make invassion incredibly difficult for any army. Not only that, you…my Lord are guarded perssonally by three of the mosst deadly creaturess in all the realms. I won’t sspeak for the othersss, but I will gladly lay down my life for you……and I will take a good number with me, sshould any dare to try and mount an offenssive.”

Alaric looked to Salem and Orimitsu to see them both swear to lay down their lives to protect the Prince….come what may. Kiri:

Kingdom – Pride Castle
Ah Orimitsu loved hearing the optimism of Salem so very well, and with the Prince having his knickers in a twist, things couldn’t get much more annoying to the Dragon; however, he wasn’t in the mood to really deal with the idiocy that would follow, and he didn’t understand the need to point out the fact that it wasn’t understandable as to why someone would target them. Since when did anyone in Hell care enough to make sense at all? Orimitsu sure as hell didn’t, he was a dragon, he did as he pleased and nothing more; however loyal he may be. Orimitsu was going to have to take Alaric’s side this time around.

“As Alaric said, they don’t need a reason… this is Hell, no one cares for sense.”

Orimitsu was being blunt about that fact, and wasn’t afraid to do it again if he so needed to do so, but it didn’t change the fact he wasn’t about to show mercy to the idiots that may challenge Pride. While Astaroth may be a child at heart and be the worst embodiment of Pride in the history of this damned kingdom, Orimitsu wasn’t the type to give loyalty without reason and his was slowly wearing thin. Perhaps that is what brought on his next words in response to Alaric.

“While I am loyal and ready to defend him, Alaric, make no mistake about my character; if Astaroth, if you, show any weakness. I will not hesitate to kill you.”

Tory:

Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Pride castle throne room

“A wave?” he sat up with his attention directed at Salem. He was aware of the connection genies had to magic, but he’d thought Salem’s connection was weak due to his situation. Perhaps the magical disturbance was that of such massive proportions that no genie would go without feeling it. Or Astaroth had simply been wrong. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time and probably not the last.
He stood up again and placed his hand softly on Salem’s shoulder in an absent minded gesture as his mind had already wandered off to think of what might cause this shift Salem mentioned. He quickly drew his hand off the genie’s shoulder as he was walking towards Alaric and Orimitsu.
“Alaric, friend,” he stopped by his side with a smile, “The day I ask any of you to die for me will be the day the me now would consider myself truly fallen. If that ever comes to happen, I wish Orimitsu take my life and the three of you move on to your own lives.” he turned to face Salem. “That day you will be free at last. I’ll somehow find a way to free you once your contract with me ends.” he said before spinning his body around to take the last remaining steps to Orimitsu. Knowing the dragon’s dislike for his antics, Astaroth took those steps in a bouncy manner and ended with his hands on the dragon’s shoulders as he moved around him as if he were dancing.
“My dear friend, Orimitsu, I pray-“ he stopped himself. He’d come to dislike most words relating to the heavens since he’d been thrown out. Sometimes he avoided them like the plague, other times he just frowned at the sound of them. On rarer occasion he used them himself and usually managed to bring himself down by doing so. “I hope,” he corrected himself. “That the day you need to kill me never comes.” he winked on his way back to his throne.
“No, I’m not surprised someone is coming. It is just the manner of which I am feeling and the vision that bothers me. I expected this would happen once I was given the title of pride and I’m rather surprised it hasn’t happened sooner.” he sighed and let himself fall down on the top of the three steps leading to his throne. “But it seems like these demons take more issue with women than they do with angels.” he shook his head. “It has been very long since I stopped trying to understand them and began trying to live in their world.” which wasn’t so difficult since he lived on top of a hill on an island surrounded by deep waters that could very well be considered an ocean in the human world. Not to mention the water dwellers and forty legions he had on land. Neither were many but all were powerful enough for Astaroth to consider him safe with them.
“Orimitsu… You scout, what are you sending him after?” he asked, in thought.

Sieg:
Kingdom – Pride Castle
Even in chaos there is always something that starts it all, a motivation of sorts that I’m sure any creature down here would require to do something like this…and trust me, sometimes even among other beings, in other times and places sense and logic become a luxury

He answered back at them, still firmly believing that even behind any action, there had to be always a reaction and always a reason for said reason. He did not said it to those two, not to anyone, but it was the way he was raised, the way he explained the unfortunate incident that happened to him…even in madness there had to be a semblance of order just like in order itself was chaos…or so the genie tried to believe, just to justify what has been asked off him during this many ages, by both Astaroth and all of his master

And don’t worry Alaric, it won’t have to come to death if they reach our shores with that intentions…in the end I don’t have a life to lay down in the line, but I do have something much more terrible waiting for any attacker that come this way…in the end I don’t take kindly when my place of residence, or the ones of my allies is threatened

He did not promised something he couldn’t give, he knew well that genies were not cursed with a real sense of death, and he was sure Alaric knew this as well. The genies did perished, but for them perishing was nothing more than a mere step back, a return to the sands just for them to rise again in another form…painful indeed, but giving them a semblance of eternity. Nevertheless, despite this condition Salem would still defend Astaroth for as long as this incarnation of him lasted, for he knew allies were not normal now days, and friends were even more rare and valuable. So he stood there, tensing himself as he felt a hand on his shoulder and listened to what his master had to say

I just hope he is right…going back to a life of servitude like the one I had…I doubt I could continue with it, without losing myself in it

The genie remained as usual, only nodding as he watched them with the same calm and yet serious expression that was always upon his head even the day the merchant arrived to sell him. It was a trait that everyone had to admit that was impressive, that no matter what his expression would remain unchanged and he would keep worried and pain deep inside, but it was a trait that came with age for him. Nobody in this domain knew what he had gone through, especially in this room, since he was sure that both Alaric and Orimitsu in his position would have lay swift death to any of the masters that Salem had on the past as soon as they bothered them enough, but he did not enjoyed that luxury. The life of slave he hated, it took away much of him only to leave a hollow shell of a former being free as the winds, and it was strange that at the mention of his freedom he reacted so poorly, but it was not his or Astaroth fault. He was happy, but also afraid like nobody else in this room…in the end if they ever failed for them death awaited…but for him…it was a lifetime of slavery again, something much worse, and humiliating altogether

He might had felt some sort of inferiority complex…below the waist Master, in the end many of those who have power do it in those situations…they feel castrated when someone they consider lower do their task just as they do, or even better

He pulled off a joke, now of all times, and about that of all things…but always remaining his calm tone and serious expression as he decided to be silent for now, trying to hear what Orimitsu had to say. He knew of the cunning this creature had, so it was no surprise his spies were crawling around outside, in the end by this point every single one of the people in the room had some way to know about the events on the outside, or at least, part of the events anyways

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Alaric had only so much patience that he could muster during this meeting with the Prince. But after a while that was starting to wear paper thin. He didn’t wish to blurt out and say it, but it was already feeling like someone had in fact died, and they were at a wake. Why not just raise the black flags now and begin the period of mourning? Alaric had tried to use sense and logic to allay the Prince’s thoughts, but it had now gone way beyond that, and though Astaroth was waiting on word from Orimitsu about his spies, the naga decided that the time for talking had long since passed. As much as he would rather be in his secluded hideaway meditating, he knew that they had to prepare for war. Not stand around speaking platitudes as they waited their fate.

Raising up, with his massive coils now moving to gain him extra height, the Naga could not hold back any longer.

“We could sstay here all day and sspeak of possible threats and impending invassions, and that to me is like sitting on one’s handss. I say that we become pro active. If this really is an island fortress, we put her to the test. Get her ready.”

It was like the Naga was tired of the social niceties, and wanted the Prince to man up. To stop lounging on that all too comfortable throne and be entertained by his servants as though he was a boy at the circus. The Naga would be the first to make his move.

“I shall start by going to the blacksmiths and seeing that our armies will be well equipped, and what is needed. It would be better for me to do my job and ensure that the army is ready for any sort of attack.”

At this, the Naga bowed, and excused himself.

“M’lord….Salem…Orimitsu.” He acknowledged each in turn, before slithering out of the room – his long tail taking a while to actually leave the throne room completely. This would leave the three remaining to talk about battle strategies, and what news….if any from the dragon’s spy network.

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Soul Suckers – The Kingdom of Sloth : PD

 

 

Kiri:  

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth

 

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“Heh, you’re too slow though Tazuya, it’s hard to not pick on you. After all, remember I’m a small fry able to knock you on your ass if I put my back into it!”

Hikari was teasing him of course, and with the fact that he was able to do such a thing to her wasn’t bothering her, cause she was confident in the strength that she had in order to knock him on his ass so that he couldn’t always tease her; after all, small things pack a big punch when they wanted to. Hikari had to laugh at the fact the man was so… slow, but then again, he played his part well as the embodiment of Sloth, and Hikari was beaming up at him until she caught the scent of another feline and… well something a bit more strange.

“We’ve got visitors.”

And with that Hikari was gone, sprinting with the soulless male’s body following behind her for an unknown reason straight to the very source of the scent. Moving at her fastest, she bounced off one wall then the next, jumping around as she headed for the duo, technically trio, that had arrived. She didn’t take long, she definitely wasn’t as affected by the Aura of Sloth as others, but that seemed to be because of her hyperactive attitude, and when she arrived she looked at them from not too far with a curious gaze; with the soulless Kitsune standing behind her.


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Meanwhile, as the trio landed wherever it was they were, Sayaka finally exited the body of Grey once again, taking on an astral form which is invisible to all others except for he himself, which meant she was seriously in dire straights unless they could find a necromancer soon; however, with Kat out of commission… there was one issue about this place that had automatically set her off to figure it out. They were in Sloth, this was a signature of the man. Sayaka let out a sigh, but instead she looked to the man, ignoring the nearby Bakeneko and focused on replying. Even as the soul of the Princess spoke though, it was obvious something was on her mind. Something about the Throne…

“I am no rapist you bastard, if not for your idiotic rescue attempt we wouldn’t be in these straights… priest.”

Matt:

Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
Tazuya chuckled lightly at the girls teasing. Though it was obvious he could beat er in a real fight, he did not deny that she might give him quite a run for his money…. The thought of running quickly passed through his head, and he flopped heavily on the ground.

“Just the thought of it makes me tired.”

He said this with no context, and little more information than that, but with all their years together it was assumed that hs little friend knew what he meant. Though the chance to find out was not afforded to them as Hikari zipped off, saying something about visitors. The prince of Sloth followed after her with his eyes, still sitting flat on his ass. It seemed he was contemplating something, and despite there being no one near to ear him now, he spoke his thoughts aloud.

“Where does she get all that energy?”

The reasoning for her being in the kingdom that was the exact opposing force to her nature completely boggled his mind. This was no time for idle thoughts though….. Ah.The thought of doing nothing passed through his head, and he could feel his entire body relax. No! He musn’t fall prey to his own nature at this time. Tazuya slowly pushed himself to a standing position, his shoulders hunched, and his hands tucked into the single sleeve pocket of his hoodie. Now. What was the quickest way to the ground with the least amount of effort? His eyes were scanning vacantly around him, until his purple orbs fell upon the sight of the massive hole he had struck in the ground.

“Perfect.”

What quicker way than to fall? That was his thought process at least, and so in a moment he moved towards the edge of the hole, and prepared to leap down. Unfortunately he did not get the chance though. He forgot of his massive weight, and before he could blink a large chunk of the floor fell out from under him, sending the ungraceful prince in a downward tumble. This lasted for about a minute before he struck the ground with all his weight, and not just what you could see either. With the impact came a small shock wave for a good three yards at the base of the castle. The quacking knocked over lights, tables, and yes, even other demons. For a minute it was all quiet, until the smoke cleared, revealing a massive ball of hardened Brimstone.

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That is when the young demon girl from before appeared once more.

“Lord are yo-”

She was cut off by a racket that sounded of a rock slide, followed by a massive gust. The source was unknown…. Until the brimstone returned to the source. It slowly vanished within the body of Tazuya himself, revealing the noise to be him snoring once more. Though not a scratch could be seen on him from the fall… Had the brimstone protected him?

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Sieg:
Kingdom of Hell- Sloth
Yeah sure…no trouble for saving you from becoming that asshole booty call…

Grey had it up to his hat with people complaining about his methods and the way he did things, but quite honestly he did not saw her doing any better when he got there to the rescue, in fact if she looked closely enough in his mind she would see that he was watching the fight all that time, even betting for her at some point, but it all came crashing down like a zepellin covered in flames. As for her calling him priest, he looked at her from the corner of his eye as he seemed to be struggling sightly to carry Kat. As for why he did it? Your guess was as good as his, but if he had to explain, he owed her, and he never left a bill unpaid, well…except bar ones, dear god was he buried in them

Second, if you tell that to anyone I will kick your unexistant ass…and just so you know, forcing yourself into an undead’s body…is considered rape, your lowness

It was by this point that Grey felt with one knee on the floor as he felt how the ground began shaking all of the sudden, glaring forward as he made sure that Kat would remain safely on his arms as, when it finally stopped, he again forced himself to his feet and kept walking. He had to get out of there, or at least somewhere soon enough…if this kept up he would fall asleep too. And quite honestly he did not wanted to end that exposed in the open like that, or even wrost, have the witch wake up and find his body on top of hers on the ground…at least he did not wanted to end up in that sort of misunderstandings again. So he went on, dragging his feet more until he finally felt them, a pair of eyes on him. He frowned deeply, stopping as he tried to hold Kat using one arm, trying to hold her without touching her in too much of an indecent way as he reached for the gun inside his jacket, not taking it out just yet, as he spoke out loud, this time addressing the pair of eyes he felt on them without turning at all

You know…spying on people is not someone actually polite…you could at least introduce yourself

He just hoped that she wasn’t another psycho, or just someone looking for some sort of fight, he honestly wasn’t in the condition nor the mood to have a fight. All he honestly wanted right now was a drink, was to sit down and figure out what to do with his current condition…which also meant that he needed to keep this other girl safe. Yeah…he was not having a good day…but who has it when you just end up stock in a situation like this

Next change I got…I swear I’m drinking my weight on tequila and then going into that bothel I saw…to hell if those elves are 300 hundred years older than me…I just need a reward of some kind

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Ever wake up from a bad dream and wonder where you were? That was the reaction that came from Katrina, when she finally roused from her unconscious state. Blinking slowly, she rubbed her eyes and found that not only was she being shielded by the strange man she had picked up at the Witches circle, that they had landed in some strange place. A kingdom, without a doubt if the statues and artwork was anything to go by. Kat, in her efforts to save Sayaka’s soul had tried to make it for the Kingdom of Wrath. Funnily enough, she thought that the Princess might have had a mage or…necromancer on staff.

“Shit…I think I took a wrong left turn at Albuquerque.” The cat witch was still fighting the urge to sleep for there was something either in the air or maybe an enchantment that made people feel that way in this place. Turning her head every slowly, Katrina recognized Grey. She held up a finger to him but her hand fell and it ran down his chest.

“I…I remember you. Hat man.” Nice to know that she wasn’t totally being forgetful today. She had managed to pick up part of what he was saying…and it wasn’t being said to her.

You know…spying on people is not someone actually polite…you could at least introduce yourself

“Spies? We’re in Russia?” Poor Kat, completely at a loss to even guess where she was. Suddenly there was a nagging pain in her head, that came from when she had been thrown from the Witches Circle by Lavinia. Kat moved her hand up to her head and mouthed an “Owww”, while whoever was watching on may start speaking to the pair. It was as she put her hand to her head she started to get flashbacks of what happened. It made her shiver with fright.
“Blob!…Ugly blob…ate…ate the Princess of Wrath. Lavinia…threw me. You!” She pointed to Grey and groaned again as more images and voices filled her mind.

“The….Princess….her soul.” Kat then looked at Grey as the realization hit her. “She was in…you.” Kat started to poke Grey repeatedly. “You…you sucked her soul!” ~RB~

David Bowie – Young Americans

A real classic for a Friday night.  David Bowie’s Young Americans.  Nothing beats this classic, that showed his diversity and ability to change through the Seventies.  Enjoy!

~RB~

They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frowns
“Gee my life’s a funny thing, am I still too young?”
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she’d have taken anything, but

All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she’ll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
Misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries “Where have all Papa’s heroes gone?”

All night
She wants a young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
“We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?”

All night
He wants the young American
Young American, young American, he wants the young American
All right
He wants the young American

Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
For even yesterday?

Have you have been an un-American?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto ’bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheilas
Ain’t that close to love?
Well, ain’t that poster love?
Well, it ain’t that Barbie doll
Her heart’s been broken just like you have

All night
All night was a young American
Young American, young American, you want the young American
All right
All right you want the young American

You ain’t a pimp and you ain’t a hustler
A pimp’s got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black’s got respect, and white’s got his Soul Train
Mama’s got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(I heard the news today, oh boy)
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain’t there a man you can say no more?
And, ain’t there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
And, ain’t there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain’t there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain’t you proud that you’ve still got faces?
Ain’t there one damn song that can make me
Break down and cry?

All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All right
I want the young American, young American whoa whoa

Young American, young American
I want what you want
I want what you want
You want more
I want you
You want I
I want you
I want what you want
But you want what you want
You want I
I want you
And all I want is a young American
Young American

Songwriter: David Bowie.