My Top Ten Song List – Number 3.

 

Most of the songs in my list are considered classics, whereas number three in my list is more contemporary.  I thought long and hard about my top three, and this one has to be in it.  I am a huge fan of Swedish house mafia, and the footage in the clip brings back such memories for me.  The lyrics are about hope…and not to give up.   So…here is number three.

Swedish House Mafia – Don’t worry child : featuring John Martin.

“Don’t You Worry Child”
(feat. John Martin)

There was a time
I used to look into my father’s eyes.
In a happy home
I was a king, I had a golden throne.
Those days are gone,
Now the memory’s on the wall.
I hear the songs
From the places where I was born.

Upon a hill across a blue lake,
That’s where I had my first heartbreak.
I still remember how it all changed.

My father said,
“Don’t you worry, don’t you worry, child.
See heaven’s got a plan for you.
Don’t you worry, don’t you worry now.”
Yeah!

“Don’t you worry, don’t you worry, child.
See heaven’s got a plan for you.
Don’t you worry, don’t you worry now.”
Yeah!

There was a time
I met a girl of a different kind.
We ruled the world,
I thought I’d never lose her out of sight.
We were so young,
I think of her now and then.
I still hear the songs
Reminding me of a friend.

Upon a hill across a blue lake,
That’s where I had my first heartbreak.
I still remember how it all changed.

My father said,
“Don’t you worry, don’t you worry, child.
See heaven’s got a plan for you.
Don’t you worry, don’t you worry now.”
Yeah!

Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh!

See heaven’s got a plan for you
[Live version repetitions:]
See heaven’s got a plan for you
See heaven’s got a plan for you

“Don’t you worry, don’t you worry, child.
See heaven’s got a plan for you.
Don’t you worry, don’t you worry now.”
Yeah!

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! [3x]
Yeah!

 

The First Leviathan – The Kingdom of Pride : PD

 

Kiri:

 [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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It seemed to Orimitsu that Astaroth wasn’t very bright when it came to when a statement was given to him in differing situations, including at that moment when he had been threatened; he brushed it off as nothing, however, he never realized that this wasn’t just a mere threat, it was a damned promise. Orimitsu wasn’t afraid to brush away weakness and if it came down to it, he would do so with extreme prejudice, no hesitation to kill whoever got in his way; that was the way this place worked and if they were to survive in this place then Astaroth would have to stop acting like a child. And it seemed that Alaric agreed with that much if not anything, which was another reason that Orimitsu respected the Naga, when it came down to it they didn’t have time to wait and with the Naga agreeing with Orimitsu, the dragon turned and followed him; it would be better to send out more spies and he knew it. But maybe it would have been better to have stayed, for as soon as the Dragon exited the castle, transformed and then took off into the sky; things got interesting for the two in the throne room.

(TC: Unknown for the time being)


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As the two may, or may not, have been conversing about what was to happen with the situation; there was actually a silent battle making its way straight for them one step at a time, or maybe one Flash Step at a time as the combatants went down one by one with a single male moving about among them. The battle was a silent one because no guard that stood against this male with burning orange hair was able to keep up long enough to make a sound, they stood and they fell in the next instant, nothing but rabble to him without any real strength to stand against a fighter of his level and power; they had no control or power over him nor could they. Once he reached the throne room however, a massive brute of a man decided to stand in his way, and Ikki narrowed his eyes momentarily before a sinister grin spread over his face.

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“Kien Setsudan-ki!”

In the next moment an eruption of Demonic Flames blasted through the door, blowing it from its hinges while also revealing just who it was that had done this; as well as revealing the corpse of the guard fall to the floor, having been cut vertically from head to toe. Ikki looked down at the creature with a sneer before taking a single deep breath, scoffing as he spoke to himself.

“Hmph.. one weakling after another today, will I not get a REAL challenge soon?”

With a disappointed sigh, Ikki turned and looked to the two on the end of the throne room, expecting them to actually be in shock; however, Ikki was already on edge with his senses, using his connection to spiritual effects to sense any change in the atmosphere alongside his senses. He wasn’t a fool, he’d heard of Astaroth’s power, while he didn’t fully understand it he did know that it was trouble and he was waiting for it. Rumors were a powerful thing if you could find the right ones after all, and the more he heard the more he knew, whether it be true or not; the truth can be gleaned from lies.

“Whether it be rude or not… I have some questions only you can answer, and I advise you to not waste my time. I’m in a foul mood today, and with your guards trying to stop me from entering the damn island, let alone castle, it hasn’t helped… now. Who killed the first Leviathan.”

Tory:

[RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Pride castle throne room

Astaroth nodded. He trusted his advisors. He’d go later and get his own collection of weapons and hand the ones he wouldn’t use to the higher ranks. After all, he had quite the collection of weapons he rarely got a chance to use due to his unfortunate arrangement. He believed it was something like what the humans called house arrest. Only, his was quite permanent. He’d have to see if he could somehow trick his attacker into destroying the seal or barrier or whatever it was keeping him there.
Hah! he was brought out of his thoughts by Salem’s joke. “Maybe I should just take the form of females from now on. See how they like that.” he grinned at the genie and looked for the other two, but found that they had left while he was thinking. He would say they had been rude, but he had an inkling of a feeling that at least Alaric had excused himself.
His head turned towards the door at the sudden intrusion of heat and uncomfortable flames that made Astaroth’s skin crawl, in the literal sense as well as he was in the process of answering the threat by shifting his form to something more suitable to deal with said threat.

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Black feathered wings held out to seem larger and a hand on a hilt of a sword that had suddenly appeared. Astaroth did not dilly dally when it came to dealing with threats on his life. It had only seemed like a flutter between the blue haired elf to the black winged angel when he had in reality hopped to his armoury for a short second to grab the first sword he found.
Now, that is a very good question. Did you ask it in hopes of getting a reading or for the pure philosophical conversation that might sprout from that question? I’m curious.” he smirked at the newcomer, despite being a little surprised that he managed to get into the throne room when the castle was obviously closed for the day. He also wondered how many soldiers he’d lost because of that one person that needed answers to questions.
You could’ve just come when I had the throne room open for questions.” he said, this time annoyed. “You’re not the only one in a foul mood.” he pushed his hand a little down to draw attention to his sword, not to seem threatening or anything, more to just move.
“But to answer you question[/b]” he spit the word out, clearly not in the mood to answer but decided it was best anyway. Hopefully the guy would go away that way. “I have no idea who killed the first Leviathan, nor am I interested. Now please, I really don’t have the time to spare on silly men chasing answers that have nothing to do with me. Leave and come again when my castle doors stand open for answer seekers.” he lifted his forearms up with his palms towards the ground to perform a shooing motion.

Sieg
 [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
Salem just rolled his eyes as the other two decided to take their leave, finding it in a way funny that those two were in such a hurry. But he couldn’t really blame, in the end given the whole situation it was clear that if anything they needed to fortify their defenses and get ready in case their fears proved true and an invasion went on it’s way. But then again unlike the other two he did not took his leave, or moved from where he was as his eyes shifted from them to Astaroth. Unlike them he would not be able to move from here until commanded to do so, and truth to be told if something made him a bit more calm was the fact that one of them had spies while the other was going to get everything ready. He had his own tasks aswell, but it was here when his ability to just appear whenever he wanted on this island come useful

If you did my lord, I can easily foresee myself that they would start weilding bigger weapons just to make up for their “loss”

He kept joking, while he remained with his usual calm expression on his face until the moment he felt that flames and the doors were destroyed before them. Yet instead of shock on his golden eyes there was only annoyance, as a sphere of golden sands began spinning in his palm until it finally took the form of a scimitar that seemed to have belonged at some point to some sort of noble. The blade itself seemed to be made of gold, the sword with precious stones of different origins placed upon it, it was certainly a rather stunning weapon the one he was holding as he glared in silence towards the intruder. It wasn’t the first time someone decided to drop by in such…brutal fashion, instead of being logical and just knocking the front door…but it was certainly the first time they got this far, and the first time they reached Astaroth before Salem decided to fill their lungs with his golden sands for a moment or two just to teach them manners

What a brute…doesn’t he know how to knock a door and ask for the presence of the Master of this island?

Nevertheless, despite the annoyance this creature brought upon the genie, he never spoke directly or attacked the intruder, yet grains of his golden sands began floating in the air, slowly travelling across it like if they were lighter than dust as he got himself ready in case his lord gave him the command to attack, wich lucky for the room itself never came. And even if he did not attacked, he did not stayed motionless like an statue this whole time. He awaited for Astaroth to finish as his golden orbs glew as a golden gate raised ten steps behind this man, as the sands filled the area inside the gate, spinning and as different colors seemed to dance among the sands. It was a portal, one he opened for this man and that would take him basicly anywhere but here, what did this meant? Well, it meant that it was the same as throwing a dart as a spinning wheel with your eyes closed, wherever he ended could be anywhere, but here, and he would have no control about where he would end. It was after this one was raised that the Genie finally spoke, a polite tone remaining there, same one as if he was talking to a bussiness partner, but there was a certain edge on it, like if he was repressing an insult

The Gate behind you will make sure to take you away, and I heavily suggest you make use of it sir, and if I dare say so myself…next time…please make use of the door in a proper manner, repairing them while easy, becomes tedious

Just as he said this, the genie sightly raised his hands as the remains from the door slowly began moving back to the place where they rightfully belonged, as golden strings seemed to appear alongside them as the genie decided to take it into his hands to repair the damage this person caused, while he secretly wished that the portal placed him inside the most disgusting place possible, or at least, in the presence of someone that would teach him some proper manners. But he kept it to himself, powerful or not, the genie was bound by rules, and unless this man decided to attack Salem would remain passive, but rightfully angered and annoyed of course

Razorbackwriter:
[RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
Kingdom – Pride Castle

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Alaric had been moving down the stairs towards the armory, when all of a sudden there was a great crash of doors that came from above. Most likely to be from the very throne room that he had left. It caused the Naga to stop in his place, though the bulk of his body was finding it difficult on the stairs. Twisting his torso a full one hundred and eighty degrees, his green hues narrowed and showed a nasty streak in the irises, whilst his tongue slithered out of his mouth and tasted the air. There was no mistaking that he could taste ash and smoke of all things, that came from a sudden burst of fire or flame. Was the King’s premonitions correct in that someone would dare to enter the island fortress and attack, or was the King burning the curtains out of boredom? The very tip of the Naga’s tail twitched violently, and then stiffened at the roar of the voice that belonged to a creature or man that he had not heard before.

“Who killed the first Leviathan.”

The jewel headed naga was taken completely off guard by what he heard, and knew that the King’s life might be in danger if he overreacted or even raised a blade in the presence of someone from what he presumed to be the Kingdom of Envy. Somehow the intruder had made it past the defenses, and not only that he had not heard the alarms being shouted and blasted from the battlements. With this knowledge, the Naga quickly headed back towards the throne room, his long muscular body pushing him along the stone floor. The snake like form weaving in an “S” pattern for better propulsion.

As the first part of his body made the throne room entrance, he was shocked by the sight that had now shown itself. There was the King, just before his throne, the Genie of course, who was speaking of a golden gate, that was certainly not in the throne room when the naga had left. The being that had asked the question, the naga assumed – stood between the golden gate and the genie. Was this how he planned to deal with an unwelcome visitor?

The first thing that the naga would do….rather than rise up and make some bold challenge, was to use his brain.

“No one in this room knows what happened to the first Leviathan.” Alaric spoke with every bit of pride that he could muster. “The King himsself is bound to this island fortress. He does not engage with the other royals. He is far too comfortable….in these ssurrounds.”

If the visitor dared to turn his head and look back he would see the jewel headed naga rising up proudly behind the golden gate, its many coils now entering the room and forming beneath his torso so that he seemed larger than he actually was. Alaric was quick to test the air with his tongue, for other scents and smells in the air to ascertain if there were others present, but not showing themselves. All he could pick up on was Ikki…and Ikki alone.

It was now a standoff. The naga was naturally on the defensive, but he saw no reason to make first strike. If the unwanted guest did attempt an attack, the naga would resort to defending himself….and the King if need be. But he did have one question, that had probably not been asked.

“Who sent you?”

~RB~

Kiri:
 [RP] Kingdom – Pride Castle
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Surely Pride didn’t think that Ikki was going to enjoy being taunted, by not just him but also his little minion, and then expect him to just leave peacefully; never to really care or return? If he did so, then he was more of a fool and child than Ikki had originally thought, and was about to be in for a rude awakening. He kept what was possibly the best facade of calm in Hell as he listened to Pride and his little minion without any real concern as to what was about to happen thanks to the fact they seemed to be in too great a hurry to get Ikki out of the room without a fuss; like they actually had something to hide. Ikki scoffed at the portal, taking one, two, three, four steps before stabbing the portal with his sword, an eruption of demonic flames immediately occurring afterwards – therefore destroying the portal and incinerating the sands. Ikki had watched every motion made by Pride, easily keeping up with his speed as his face began to be covered by his mask as he rose his blade to make another slash, to incinerate both the minion and Pride himself; however, as his flames coursed down his blade he stopped at the sound of another voice and turned silently, looking back as he listened.

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“Hmph. Perhaps someone in this Kingdom actually has a brain and isn’t so much of a child and coward as to try to make me leave immediately without conversation, though I may love a good fight, I do understand the importance of using your head and not acting high and mighty; I’m beginning to wonder who the real Prince of Pride is in this place. My name is Ikki, and yours? I have come of my own free will, as my Master himself decreed I should make my own decision.”

As Ikki responded to the Naga, his voice was laced with honest annoyance at the fact he had done nothing but deal with cowards all day, however, his voice echoed with a sinister note; it was enough to send shivers down the spine of even the coldest blooded creatures, as it sounded like he was mixing two voices in one. One demonic, one human. How would Pride and the minion reply? How would the Naga? No one could tell until it happened.

 

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.

 

Kingdom of Alteria : Alterian Palace – Shattered Dimensions.

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The Alterian Kingdom which expands out for miles and miles hold the Palace at the very center separated from the cities with large stretches of land used for agriculture. The palace is full of rooms , chambers , halls and corridors. This is the most fortified area in all of Alteria like it can be expected. Being allowed here is a privilege granted by only a few , and as it can be expected the King and Queen lives here and frequently allows visitors ; mainly the Celestial Kings when they come to speak upon major matters to keep them in the loop of the events going around in the world.

 

Kiri:  

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The young female silently walked through the main courtyard of the palace, cloaked quietly with her face hidden and eyes invisible with the hood itself. Whoever she was, she didn’t seem to really care about the guards who surrounded her. Nor did she seem to care that they were all watching her like she was about to rip apart the castle with her bare hands. Which . . . for someone of her stature, that truly would have been a sight to see. In all honesty, she didn’t look like much, barely standing at five foot five inches with a hair tone of what looked to be around an auburn, well really some shade of brown, kind of hard to truly tell with the hood in the way. She continued walking boldly however, so it was clear that she had a great deal of confidence in spite of her stature. Unseen to the world, at the moment anyway, were the pair of fox ears that were flattened down to her skull in order to keep them inconspicuous. As well as the single fox tail that was behind the cloak as well, and unbeknownst to those around her, that wasn’t the only one that she truly had. This was her closest possible way to being fully human in appearance. With her level of shape-shifting ability anyway. The young girl was stopped at the doors to the throne room, and even though asked to remove the hood and cloak she made no move too, only spoke with a calm voice which was deceptively sweet in tone, along with a musical note to it.

“Now, now boys.. is this any real way to treat a lady?~”

Her voice was definitely showing that she wasn’t intimidated, in fact it was almost like she was already toying with them. Hidden from sight at the moment, was a small Tanto, which normally would be bigger but she had shrunk the sword for precautionary measure, sheathed behind her just underneath her tail. It was a very special weapon to her, and if they tried to take it there would be hell to pay. It wasn’t the last thing that she’d ever gotten from her father, but by far it was the most important. She had a conniving tone of voice, but it was sweet and gentle in its own right as well, the voice of someone who could play even a miser out of his purse. She obviously wasn’t normal, but she didn’t resist even as her hood was pulled away and her ears popped up, flicking softly as she gave the guards a small, almost daring, smile. Her ears were tipped with white, and her eyes were a deep crimson. Obviously, she wasn’t human.

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“Before you dare to ask, I’m here to see the King and Queen for . . . personal matters. Would you be so kind as to move and allow me to pass?~ Thank you~”

It was obvious, even as she slid past the shell-shocked guards, that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer anyway. She looked like she was sixteen, or maybe even younger, yet she was speaking to grown men who were in their late to mid forties like they were children. It was quite the sight to behold for any servants watching, especially considering the fact she literally walked right past. She wasn’t really well known personally, but her father was. After all. He was also the father of the creator of this world. The General of the Thunderous Heavens, Kazuma Daisuke. He was her father, and because she looked more like her mother, that wasn’t obvious yet. But in the end, it was definitely going to be interesting to see how the Queen herself reacted to Kasumi’s presence. 

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Alteria – Alterian Palace.

“Step lively everyone. Mr Akatashi, if you would please stop eating those Doritos till the end of the tour. Thank you, thank you. Alright people….we are walking, we are walking.”The Palace tour representative, who was a well groomed lady in her late thirties, with large tortoise shell glasses and sensible shoes, was wildly using her hands to get the crowd of sight seers to keep moving forward as she took them on the grand tour of the Alterian Palace. There was a group of about fifty people in the tour. A lot when you considered that they were being ushered along by one diminutive lady. At the very back of the pack, was the snap happy tourist, Grant Taylor. Your run of the mill average kinda guy, who had a fascination for the architecture and art works in the palace itself. He had been trying to keep up with the rest of the crowd, but soon after stopping to take a few more pictures, the tour group had already moved on into the next section.

With his head bowed, and quickly checking his memory card for his camera, he soon came to realize that he was standing all alone in a large corridor that was right near the throne room. Course, he didn’t know he was that close since he had been so busy fussing with his camera. Finally getting the memory card in the right way, he glanced up and then looked about madly.

“Hello? Miss Tushimi? Hello?” The lost tourist was very much alone, accept he suddenly saw a young girl march past a group of guards and though he could not hear what she said exactly, he figured she must be with the tour group. “Wait for me!” Grant sung out, chasing after the girl who looked to be about sixteen. She’d made it past the guards and so…in Grant’s mind she had to be going the right way.

Approaching the guards, Grant snapped his camera to his selfie stick and motioned with his hand for them all to join him for a big group selfie. He’d seen it done before and thought it would be great for his social media site.

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“Gather round, fellas….I mean, Sirs.” The guards all looked at each other oddly, before a couple shrugged and joined in for the pose.

“Got it…That was great. Thanks.” He nervously stuttered, before then turning straight into the throne room and hurrying to catch up with the girl that he thought was with his tour group. On entering the Throne room, Grant was overcome by the majesty of it all.

“Wow….this is nice.” ~CLICK CLICK CLICK~

~RB~

 

Tsu:  

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A chilly wind had blown around the palace, mainly in the back, deep with in the woods. Everything looked like a normal lush forest but, if you traveled deeper in, you’d see ice on the ground. This was dued to the woman who sat on a long log branch, her white hair extending down to the ground and along the branch. She had white pure skin, her cheeks not flushed at all from the cold, of course she was use to this tempeature so, it wouldn’t effect her. This small snow area was her doing of her Yuki-Onna powers, making snow was rather easy, along with a small pond near her. Her clothing consisted of light floral pattern dress, reaching down to her middle thigh, barefooted and a small thing behind her back. Snow white birds flew around her, creatures of the snow and flew away, this was her sanctuary. If she was ever stressed or down, overworked she’d retreat to this place. Her eyes had been closed, enjoying the silence and nature of this wonderful day out here. Hearing footsteps she knew who it was, as she opened her eyes a pair of piercing ice blue ones showed. Looking over she tilted her head slightly and looked at the servant, who seemed rather nervous. ” What brings you out here? You know, this is my place, I don’t allow many, it better be important.” She said icily as she saw the shiver from the servant and shook her head.

” I-I-I-I’m sorry my queen.. but, you have visitors.. one came unexpected, wanting a audience with you and the king. Another guy who I don’t know why he’s there.” the young girl said and squirmed some in her place. Skylar glared a little now, people were in her palace? Uninvited and not wanted? This ticked her off, she was notified before she let anyone into her courters. Standing up she walked over to the servant. ” Thank you darling for telling me, I shall go attend to them now. You may get back to your work.” Her voice completely changed to a soft one, this was her showing her caring side. She loved everyone in the castle who served her and the king. Though she didn’t show it much to them, wanting to keep her front up. Slowly making her way back towards the palace, she turned down the long corridors coming to two thick black doors. Pushing them showed a large bedroom, with a very big bed and a bunch of items. This was her and her husbands room, it was something she enjoyed being in and reading. Shutting the door she walked to the closet and opened it, pulling out her casual wear. See hadn’t seen the king yet so, he must of been else where and she didn’t mind, she knew he’d join her soon.

Her dress had been stripped now, laying on the floor, along with other items. Her long hair drag slightly against the floor as she walked to the mirror. Looking at it, she admired herself, it was one of the things she enjoyed, seeing how well she looked for her age. Picking up the dress she pulled out, she put it on and dressed herself now, slowly walking over to the small dresser area with stuff. Sitting on a chair she crossed her leg over the other, her hand picking up a brush and brushing her hair. Slowly she put her hair up into a ponytail, slightly curling it and setting a couple of things in her hair. A small sigh escaped her lips, her applying slightly little makeup to her face as she finished. Skylar stood and walked to the door, slipping on her flats, she wasn’t one for wearing heels when she didn’t need to. Shutting the doors she walke gracefull to the throne room where her visitors awaited, why should she hurry? They had come with out any news of it so, she’d take her time on getting there. A pair of doors on the side of throne room opened and Skylar entered the room, her head not bothering to turn towards the others yet. Making her way slowly over to the throne that sat on the left throne, another throne on the right. Settaling down she moved her hair to the side a bit and moved her head, opening her icy blue eyes she stared at the people in front of her.

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” I must say, you’re a rather brave soul to come here with no word before hand. Granted your status dear, it would of been nice of a small warning before hand.” She said with a rather strict and cold voice, Skylar rarely let down her front in front of others, she wanted to make sure people knew well that she wasn’t a joking person during buisness. ” I hear you want to talk with both the king and I, he should be here shortly. Please welcome yourself to refreshments in the mean time.” She said quietly, her eyes left the kitsune girl to travel to a man who stood behind her, a average one at that, she had heard him talking before she entered. ” Thank you sir, the palace was built to be the best. But I must ask, what is your business here?” She said questionaly and slowly leaned back in the chair, waiting to see what both had to say for their appereance today at the Alteria Palace.
 

 

Kiri:  

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Kasumi blinked for a split second, her head actually perking up slightly as her face grew slightly bewildered and her ears flicked atop her head even as she barely turned her head, looking back at the man who asked her to wait. Who was he again? The answer to that question came to her within a moment’s notice easily however. Tourists… he obviously had her confused with another tourist. Which… actually that may not hurt things, in fact that could be useful. It wasn’t visible, but a slightly conniving grin spread across Kasumi’s face in an instant, her hands reaching up and flipping her hood back over her ears quickly before he noticed her ears. Shouldn’t be too hard to notice that she wasn’t human with that, but it wouldn’t take him long to realize she wasn’t a tourist once they actually spoke to the Queen. Or rather, she did.

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Kasumi was keeping her face straight ahead as she walked, not afraid to leave the boy behind her behind. Well . . . the man was probably in his twenties, based on appearances and disregarding that silvery gray hair. But even then, he was human and that practically made him a boy to the five hundred year old Kitsune. No reason to think of him as anything else at the moment, especially with all the snapping he was doing with that phone. Well, if anything his being around would be pleasantly amusing for the moment. Kasumi looked up at the Queen in the instant that she spoke, her crimson eyes gleaming as that small, cheeky smirk grew across her face once more and she pulled down her hood so that she wouldn’t come across as too . . . rude.

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Kasumi’s conniving smirk grew, only barely, as she heard the Queen’s words to the young tourist. By all rumors, the Queen herself wasn’t very old personally. Also in her twenties. Which meant that Kasumi was currently the eldest here. Not that she looked it of course, as she barely looked sixteen and wasn’t showing even the one tail. Kasumi figured the Queen didn’t realize exactly who she was, and that was fine, if the Queen didn’t know then she was able to move around unnoticed and not draw a hell of a lot of attention to herself. Things went smoother that way and Kasumi knew that, it’s why she kept to secrecy even if it could cause problems for herself. Kasumi gave a chuckle, slightly amused and knowing one at that, as she placed a hand against her chest, just below the neck, leaning down slightly in a courtesy at the same time as she spoke just loud enough for both to hear.

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“G’morning m’lady~ I do apologize if I was rude in coming unannounced~ My name is Kasumi Yamazaki, ah but perhaps I should go by my father’s name, and not my mother’s. Kasumi Daisuke, Princess of the Thunderous Heavens, daughter of Kazuma Daisuke and Sister of the Blazing Heavens, the Defeater of Death himself. This man behind me mistook me for a tourist, or so I am assuming, and I must apologize for that. I have come with a simple question in mind, and then I plan to be on my way. I’ve come in hopes you might be able to give me a lead as to where my brother is. So far in my travels, frustratingly, I’ve heard nothing more than the same thing: That no one knows where he is at all. I was hoping you or the King might at the least have a lead that will set me on the right path. For as you must know, rumors are not always… trustworthy~ Ah, speaking of rumors. Y’know, the legendary warrior who created this world in a sense? Yeah, he’s no legend. He’s my brother, but I’m not getting my hopes up any time soon to be honest with you. It’s been too long, and honestly. Everyone thinks he’s a legend, so not the smartest thing to do now is it?~” 

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Alteria – Alterian Palace.

Poor Grant had really gotten it wrong today. First he falls behind his Palace tour party, and now he is taking happy snaps on his camera in the Throne room of all places. Chewing on his bottom lip, he then realizes that the girl he followed WAS NOT part of the tour. Ah shit… The young man is about to start moonwalking out of there, when her royal Highness the Queen of Alterus enters the room. From bad to worse….BAD to WORSE. The Queen addressed the young girl that had come in first. The woman was practically ice cold in her manner and almost spoke down to the girl like she was some flea under her shoe. Grant didn’t know whether to dig a hole, hide under his jacket or just flee the scene now. He gulped as he started to slide his camera away, when the Queen then turned her attentions on him.

” Thank you sir, the palace was built to be the best. But I must ask, what is your business here?”

~Oh God…OH GOD…Down boy, Down…she’s talking to you!~ This was racing through his mind as he started to bow furiously, before getting on his knees, and properly kissing the floor…or should I say the carpet.

Raising his head, he was about to say why he accidentally entered the throne room when the girl in front started off on her speel. Good gravy, could this girl talk. She talked….and talked….and you could take a few messages while she kept on talking. Grant kept looking up nervously from his crouched position on the floor till the girl was finished. Mind you he even looked at his watch a few times as the girl in front continued. Something about looking for a brother…being daughter of some legend. He was almost ready to take a picture of the girl to add to his collection….when…the Queen finally looked at him again.

Straightening his bow tie, he nervously got up off the floor and shuffled over to the Queen and gave a weak smile.

“My name is Grant Taylor. I am a convention tourist here with a bus load from the International Comic Con. I did an appearance yesterday as my favorite hero!” His sudden raise in voice was cause he was rather chuff when it came to his cosplay outfits. When he put on a mask, he could be anyone. He took out his camera and then danced up the steps to the throne and quickly flicked through to the movies section on his phone and then offered it to the Queen.

“I WAS DEADPOOL!”

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And…he was.

What would the Queen think of this guy? Mild mannered nervous Grant Taylor…who became a superhero at conventions.

“Do you like anime, your Majesty?” He looked up at her hopefully as he turned up the music on the phone for her to enjoy. “I dress up as a furry fox sometimes too.” ~Happy nod.~

 

~RB~

Taking care of Business – Fable of Swords.

 

With more slaves arriving by the hour, Lady Dominique needs to get her mind off the King and back into business mode.  With a little help from Tim, that appears to be possible.

Scene setting : The Slave Market and Spa – Fable of Swords.

This arc is written with Chor and Moo.  

(Dedicated to my favorite Empress Nympho, played by Madeline Kahn.)

 

Moo:  The sound of horses trotting and whinnying could be heard as a carriage rounded a corner. As it slowed and came to a stop, the coachman clambered down from his perch and eventually opened the door. Inside the plain carriage, Ava sat waiting in a rather casual position, her legs crossed as her chin rested on her knuckles. It looked rather cramped with three women sitting on both seats. “So we’ve made it. Out, the lot of you.” Her free hand made a sweeping motion toward the door before five women climbed out, each of them looking nervous and wary. Ava herself followed them in an informal manner, having hopped out after taking hold of the edge of the door. The carriage gave a small bounce as it was freed of all its weight. “Wait for me, Syth,” she ordered the coachman. He nodded soberly, closing the door as she led her women to the entrance of the spa. The women in front of her seemed to be reluctant to move along, shuffling awkwardly toward the door before they struggled to decide whether or not to open the doors. “On with you!” Ava’s voice had the five skitter inside; obviously all well behaved, yet timid as they were now under the eyes of men, and quite a few of them. Ava herself stepped to the front of the group, looking around the room with a small smile.“Good to see she’s been busy. Have I gotten here too late?” It looked as though some fresh meat had come in not long ago. Hopefully she would still fetch a nice price for this lovely bunch. Too bad she couldn’t have grabbed more from the last ship to have arrived at the docks.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Having stood on the balcony with his Mistress for some time, Tim had to come up with a way in which he could cheer her up. He knew that the King was not going to be sending for her anytime soon, and she would need a distraction. Something that could at the very least amuse her for another lonely night. Tim offered his arm to her and smirked. He was sometimes a wicked little thing and Lady Dominique cocked a brow at this sudden change in mood.

“What?”

“Come….let us get you out of this funk.” Tim winked at her, and she turned her head slightly, to look back at the King’s castle, before sighing and finally relenting. She threaded her arm through his, and together they made their way down the stairs to the lower inner courtyard of the Slave market.

Little did she realize that yet another group of slaves were being herded in through the gates. Hearing the sound of a woman’s voice that was oh so familiar, Lady Dominique quickened her pace. This caused Tim to suddenly hurry in his steps. In a way this was a good thing. Keeping her mind on business and other matters that concerned the Slave market as a growing concern. Coming past a lovely cropped hedge, Lady Dominique smiled broadly when she saw Ava bringing in a group of five new slaves. All looked timid and lovely, of course. Ava knew her trade well and never let Lady Dominique down when it come to women that pleased the eyes of both nobles and soldiers alike.

Domi released herself from Tim’s arm and then outstretched both of hers towards the woman. On greeting she would kiss both her cheeks, then hold her back at arms length just to admire her.

“Ava…it’s so good to see you again.” She cast an eye over the group of quivering girls and then winked at Ava. “Very nice. I shall pay you top dollar of course, but won’t you join me for a drink perhaps. I know you like a little pleasure with business.”

At this, Tim coughed loudly.

“Mistress, would you like to bring your guest over to the viewing stand. It is time to pick out your escort for the midnight orgy.”

“Oh yes….I completely forgot.”

Tim clapped his hands, as a group of twenty or so well endowed slaves entered the courtyard. All were wearing simple lap laps. When they all came to stand in two neat rows before her, Domi reached for Ava’s hand.

“I think we should start up this end.” She walked with her good friend to the right end of the cue as Tim clapped again, only this time the slaves all dropped their lap laps -being naked before the pair.

“Very nice selection, Tim”

“Only for you, Mistress.”

Dominique started to walk along, pointing at their penises as she went….

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“Hmmm….Yes…no no no no, yes…no no no no , yes..no no yes..no no yes..no no no no no no…YES!…no no no no no Yes…no no no no no no no no….no no no no…..*she stopped and her eyes near bulged out of her head.*….Wait a minute!…..YESSSSSSSSS!….Ole!”

Tim had been taking notes of which ones she said no to and the ones that made her say yes.

“That will be very good. Thank you all.”

The slaves all turned and picked up their lap laps, before being herded out again. Lady Dominique looked like she could use a cigarette.

“Fancy coming to the midnight orgy, Ava?” Dominique asked with a quirky smile.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Ava hadn’t been standing there long at all before she found herself being greeted by the one and only; Dominique de Shay. The woman held her at arm’s length after planting kisses on her cheeks, which Ava had mimicked easily. She gave her ginger friend a toothy grin, that usual twinkle in her eye in reply to the wink she received. “You always did have good taste.” Her chuckle was heartfelt as she gave an enthusiastic nod. “You know I’ll never turn down a drink. Pleasure is my business.” Dominique could no doubt agree with that statement, as she was in the same boat.

The woman’s attention turned to Tim, Dominique’s man servant. Quirking a brow at the mention of an escort for an orgy. Slaves meant for plowing the mistresses, eh? Ava hadn’t seen the likes of this before, and she never would have thought she would see the day twenty plus slave men came marching out with their goody bits dangling and bouncing about. The women she brought in with her seemed to fluster like a coop of disturbed hens. Each of them reddened in the face as they squealed and giggled, shuffling closer to one another behind Ava herself. Hearing the selection was nice, Ava cracked another toothy grin. Of course her eyes moved swiftly over the varying sizes laid out before her. Dominique had quite a selection here, but only the best would have his right as escort, it seemed. She folded her arms and slouched a little more casually as she watched with amusement. So many no’s…and then, a giant yes. Oh yes, Dominique had found the worthy soldier tonight. The slaves began their little march away from the scene, and…well, the ginger looked as though she was more than satisfied. “Me? An orgy?” Ava laughed, waving her hand dismissively. “My definition of pleasure is slightly different, though I commend your enthusiasm for such events.”

 

Chor:  Mala arrived sore and bruised early that morning and had since awaited the steady flow of slave drivers with their pickings. Her job was to clean them from their travels and provide them with a meal and a gentle amount of information that would keep them from making stupid mistakes. While the pain in her legs certainly warranted it, this blue-eyed, fair-haired beauty did not limp as she moved herself out of the way of the mistress of the house as Domi came to eyeball the new inventory. Tall and stoic, Mala stood, waiting for the crowd to be released. She would do her job, as directed, with no complaints; there was no sympathy for her. When finally Dominique ordered one of the heads to take them away, she complied with a respectful smile.

The whimpering souls passed her as she directed them towards the bath house and normally would follow directly behind them, but hearing of an orgy stopped her in her tracks. A great wave of relief washed through the servant’s body at the very thought of it. She would be working late tonight and would not endure her husband until early in the morning before he settled off to his job – spending the money she made for him…in the bar drinking all day. The last girl in line turned and stared at her with the same sad eyes Mala had on her first day in the house. This child had tears threatening to flow and Mala swallowed, pushing the girl forward gently. Always cry in the bath.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Dominique was still a little dazed from the glorious sight of the larger dong, when she was brought back to earth by the questioning words of her business associate. Her laughter brought about an amused smile from the Slave Mistress, who took out her fan – which was closed and she gave Ava a little rap on the arm.

“I like to call it, a meet greet and eat.” The wicked ginger certainly had a way with words as she had found her humor once more, which made Tim’s job a hell of a lot easier. “Oh…the only reason I like a slave beside me that is well endowed, is so I can say…”If you got it…FLAUNT IT!” and I got a lot. Of men, that is.” The words rolled off the tongue as she watched Mala who was looking a little pale, start to herd the newest girls off to the bathhouse for cleaning. She happened to point her closed fan at Mala as she moved the girls along gently.

“One of my very best handlers. A real mother hen. Knows her stuff too. Oh those girls are probably going to blubber something silly when they hit the waters, but…they will soon learn that we take good care of our slaves. I want nothing but the best, and same can be said for our clients, which you well know. But I’m getting carried away. Come, let us have that drink.” Again she threaded her arm through Ava’s and led her towards the open air bar, while Tim went to check on Mala.

He walked up alongside her, his arms buried beneath the length of his sleeves.

“Nice to see you have your happy face on, dear. We are all going to need to do that, whilst the Mistress is in one of her moods.” Tim was always keen on watching how the other staff worked, and he kept tabs on them all, as Dominique’s eyes and ears of the markets.

“No complaints about helping out with the orgy this eve?”

Tim knew about Mala’s husband alright, since there had been times when Mala’s bruises had not been so easy to hide. He walked slowly and stopped before the entrance of the bathhouse. His dark eyes staring directly at Mala’s blue ones.“You realize that the Lady of the Markets has ways of dealing with those that….harm her staff.” He meant every word of it, before letting her pass through the door.

Over at the open air bar, one of Dominique’s bar servants was pouring the two ladies what looked like cocktails. Dominique snapped open her fan and gave it a brisk wave, before bending her head towards Ava.

“You never did tell me what floated your boat. So go on…what is it that gets your petals sagging with morning dew?”

Domi had a way of being direct. She had a Cheshire cat like grin as she sucked slowly through her straw.

~RB~

The Investigator – TG.

 

While Nancy aka Sunny is entertaining Tenkai during the ghoul curfew, an investigator comes knocking.  It’s the last person Sunny expects to see at her door.

Scene setting  – Sunny’s apartment.

Co-written with Moo, Temp and Fu.

 

Moo:  Curfew…such a bustling time for Investigators. Nikita was not one on patrol, but it seemed like it with the way she bustled up and down the street looking for Nancy White’s apartment. Looking down at her device which she often used solely for work, she had misused it just this once to obtain a civilian’s location. “This should be it, right?…” She was talking to herself, as she had Kato drop her off at her house plenty of time before curfew. She had been idle on gathering information on Nancy until she realized she wasn’t the only one who might take an interest in the nurse. Despite Wolf not being one to kill humans needlessly, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to check. Besides that, Nancy didn’t seem to be the brightest, but god did she seem cheerful. The combination usually made for one hell of a talkative person. She most likely would blab her mouth off to anyone who was willing to listen. So, not being one to waste any time, Nikita quickly found her way to Nancy’s front door and rapped on it quickly and lightly. “Nancy White? Helloooo.” She tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, though her light brown eyes roamed around the street as she waited for someone to answer. If it took a moment, she would simply knock again a little louder.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Sunny never usually invited people back to her apartment. It was not like a rule as such, but the truth was, Sunny didn’t have any friends. Gloria was her assigned flatmate via orders from the hospital and they were as different as chalk and cheese. It was a miracle that Gloria had not tried to smother the girl in her sleep, for all the incessant chatter and bright enthusiasm which was grating on others. Luckily, Sunny learned how to steer clear of Gloria and her many male callers, often locking herself in her room and turning up Katy Perry instead of having to hear the raucous sounds of Gloria’s head board thudding against the wall, or her screams of passion.

So having Tenkai here was so very new to Sunny. When he wondered if he would be stuck there in her apartment for the night, Sunny giggled and then a loud snort followed.

“You don’t have to worry about me, if you do. I don’t bite.”

So…innocent. She beamed a fifty watt smile as she heard the timer on her kitchen oven. “Oooo those hot pockets are so quick to cook. Scusey me.” Like a flash she was up and off into the kitchen again. More sounds of clinking cutlery and plates. The smell of the hot pockets was now wafting out of the kitchen as Sunny fiddled with an oversized set of furry oven mits. They even had their nails coloured pink. Be scary to see her carrying the tray out wearing those. Sunny set down the tray on the coffee table and wobbled her head back and forth. If you listened hard enough, you’d probably hear her brain slosh about.

Tenkai was being so nice, and seemed to enjoy Sunny’s company. Odd as that sounded. The nurse was just pleased she was not getting yelled at. That was what most people did.

“I can make you more coffee if you want.” Sunny chimed, when Tenkai thanked her for the cup of hot joe.

She was about to take a seat, when suddenly she heard a loud series of knocks at the door. Odd, why would someone be calling at her apartment after curfew. Sunny chewed her lip, since Tenkai had just asked if he would be able to leave without being suspected of anything, considering he was…one..a male, and two alone with a nurse. Now, that Sunny had a person at the door, there would be no easy escape.

“I should get that, shouldn’t I?” Uneasily, Sunny got to her feet, still wearing the large furry animal oven mits and tip toed to the door. She peered through the eye hole and …much to Sunny’s shock it was the investigator that had told her off at the hospital. The nurse gasped loudly and flung her back against the door. She thought she was in trouble.

“I put down your weapon. I left the scene. What do you want from me?” Sunny was too scared to open the door, her big green eyes imploring Tenkai.

“It’s an investigator” She whispered with animated furry mit hand movements.

~RB~

 

Fu:  

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” What?!”

– He would find out that the person who had interrupted him was a investigator as Sunny had said. It was not long from now that Tenkai would go take the cup of coffee and walk towards the furthest area of the room and proceed to think about how this would go but then again it wouldn’t be any different from the last . Tenkai was smooth with his words , and was ruthless in fights in enclosed spaces due to his speed. However even he didn’t wish for any collateral damage in a place like this as well so he would keep his cool and keep his tongue as sly as a snake in case anything came his way. Tenkai would slowly move over to Sunny after placing his cup of coffee down and said –

” Follow my lead. ”

– Tenkai would wrap a arm around Sunny with one hand and slowly unlocked the locks with his other, which would allow the person to enter her apartment. –

 

Moo:  Nikita stuffed away her device she had been carrying while she waited at the door. It had taken several moments, so as she was about to knock again, she finally heard the familiar voice. Sighing to herself softly, the investigator placed her hand against the door. “What are you going on about? You’re not in trouble, I just want to speak with you about–“ To her surprise, the door began to open. She blinked, seeing Nancy with a boy. “Ah…” She was sure Nancy had already opened her trap about the event at the hospital. That would mean talking with both people. “May I come in? I’m just here to talk.” Her brown eyes roamed over their faces, looking for anything out of place. As far as she knew, Nancy was single. It was never wrong to be wary, but she would go with it. Besides, maybe the intel she gathered on the woman wasn’t one hundred percent accurate. Regardless, she would start to move in, her right foot planting itself on the floor of her apartment, pressing to pass the male. Nikita didn’t have any regard for manners while she was doing a job.

 

Temp:  
Wolf had remained perched up against a window of the apartment, listening in on the conversation between the nurse and the ghoul. So far there wasn’t any valuable information to be gained, but she did find it interesting that the ghoul mentioned something about her. He knew that she was of some significance, but that wasn’t that uncommon among ghouls. She was just about to leave when she recognized the scent of the Investigator she had encountered earlier at the hospital. All three of them had been reunited, though not all of them were aware of this. Still, there was no need to intervene in this situation, so she would remain neutral for now. After a short period of waiting, she figured that the addition of the investigator would get the ghoul to think twice about killing the nurse, so she decided to leave the area.

Razorbackwriter:  Of all the crazy and fucked up situations. The last person that Sunny ever thought would come pounding on her door was that lady investigator from the Hospital. Why on earth she picked Sunny to now interogate was beyond her. The nurse wasn’t a ghoul and she sure as hell didn’t do a thing wrong, except maybe cheer for her at the battle site. Now she was at her door, but much to her shock and surprise, Tenkai had a plan. This was totally out of the blue and unexpected. He ever so casually placed his arm around the jittery Sunny and opened the door.

 

The investigator…well, she looked surprised to see that Sunny had company. There was a reason for that, but of course to Sunny, the nurse would have no idea that the investigator had done a back ground check on her. Having listened to Tenkai say that she was to follow his lead, Sunny went on instant game show like happiness. Beaming and tilting her head so that it was on Tenkai’s shoulder.

“May I come in? I’m just here to talk.”

“Ssssure. We were just having coffee.” Ever so smooth. “I have some extra hot pockets if you’re hungry.” Sunny stared up at Tenkai like he was the bees knees, then back at the investigator who was now barging her way in like she owned the place. Why on earth she wanted to interrupt a nice quiet evening during curfew was beyond her. Didn’t these investigators have lives?

“Hehe….uhm. What did you want to speak to me about?”

~RB~

 

Fu:

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” It seems the nighttime is coming to an end also. I guess we got no sleep tonight huh dear haha ? ”

– He’d stare at Sunny for a brief moment without offering a wink as those were too clear and too overused that it wouldn’t work effectively anymore and would keep staring until she got what he meant and he would continue watching the CCG investigator while keeping at Sunny’s side at this point for reasons that were clear to only him. He would allow Sunny to think as she would but also give the implication of him posing as her boyfriend right now to provide cover for him seemed like the best and most logical thing to do . Tenkai would move back towards Sunny as they were briefly pushed apart by the CCG Female and would lace his hands with hers to further impose the disguise he’d give himself at this moment and time. –

 

Moo:  “Why do you suppose that is?” Nikita cut in, looking around the home. “Just staying the night?”From what she could tell, this guy didn’t live here. Not that she really needed the observation skills.“Taking advantage of the roommate’s absence. Clever.” She clucked her tongue lightly, turning to offer the two a wink while she lifted her index finger. Simply playing the part. “I’m not hungry and I already had plenty of coffee for the evening. Thanks.” Sighing lightly, Nikita ran her fingers through her hair absently and crossed her arms under her chest. “Sorry to be abrupt with this, but I couldn’t find you in time at the hospital. So I had to find you myself…as inconvenient as that is.” Her light brown eyes rested over Nancy’s face before the male’s. “Care to introduce me to your friend? Does he know what happened today at work?”

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was unusual for Sunny to be nervous, but this whole situation did put her on edge. Seeing as she was still wearing the large furry oven mits, she whipped them off quickly, and then tried to regain her composure. That of course was thwarted by Tenkai’s innuendo filled statement. He more or less said that they had got no sleep that night, with a playful ‘haha, dear.’

“Tee hee. No rest for the wicked.” Two could play this game, and the investigator, she was dancing along to the same tune. Winking and going as far to say that Sunny had taken advantage of her roomie being at work during curfew. Now, that alone suggested that the investigator had done her homework, or she had assumed by the two very different room accessories, that two people lived here, and not Tenkai.

With the investigator now taking up space in the centre of the room, Tenkai moved back to Sunny, after being pushed back, and made a bold move to show that they were more than just friends, by taking her hand. Poor Sunny. Her cheeks went the colour of fresh spun cotton candy. This was the first time a guy…a good looking guy had gone to be affectionate, other than the old farts at the hospital that tried to swat her ass as she did her duties.

Sunny stared up at Tenkai like a star struck K pop fan. You could see her eyes sparkle at all this sudden attention. Gosh, it was so nice. Course the magic was broken yet again, by the all too nosy investigator.

“Care to introduce me to your friend? Does he know what happened today at work?”

“This….this is Tenkai…and…well, I did mention that we had an incident up on the top floor, come to think of it.” She was being coy, and the normally chatty Sunny was struggling from blurting out everything. From when she ran into Tenkai on the street, the egg disaster, and of course mentioning about the wolf masked little ghoul thingy.

“I told him that a wolf looking masked….thingy was fighting an agent.” Sunny moved her free hand towards Nikita and then drew it back again. “Course, this happens all the time, right? I mean…its why there is a curfew and we are all prisoners in our homes….well, yeah, it has its benefits.” Again she gave Tenkai a loving look before remembering the time. “Gosh, will curfew be over soon? I’m going to need more milk.”

~RB~

 

Fu:  

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– Tenkai would wave towards the female as Sunny mentioned his name and he had done so with a smile on his face and when she said she mentioned the incident he would nod and kept quiet from that point on until something said he relevance to him. Once she had mentioned benefits he would too chuckle –

” Indeed it does. ”

– Tenkai listened to her speak once more about the curfew in which he would give his reply to her and await any further conversation to be had from that point on –

” Yeah it’s not long from now. ”

 

Moo:  Nikita felt a minor relief in hearing Nancy’s needless blabber. It was definitely notable she wasn’t as talkative as she had been at work, but it was also possible the investigator had struck a chord with her. She was rude in telling her to leave, but it had been for good reason. Would this answer she received be enough to tell what the nurse knew? She had heard the beginnings of their conversation, after all. For an investigator working alongside a ghoul as notorious as Wolf…it was dangerous letting other people know, for both party’s sake. Brushing everything Nikita considered to be nonsense, she waved her hand dismissively and took on a more vigilant look. “Listen, Nancy. I just didn’t want you being left with a bad taste in your mouth. It was obvious you were enjoying yourself, but to the risk of your own health. I would advise you to stay away from dangerous situations like that in the future. But…I do apologize for sending you away without thanking you for your generous attempts to help me.” She took a breath, shoulders relaxing slightly. “I would like to request that you don’t speak of what you saw again, or you might become valuable to someone. Or, your life could be put in danger needlessly.” Nikita’s gaze narrowed slightly while she lifted her finger, as though she was showing her seriousness in this warning. Fixing her suit jacket, she proceeded toward the pair and reached in her pocket, pulling out a card with two numbers scrawled on it. “The first number is my cell. The second is for the CCG; ask for me and you will be put through immediately… I’ll be leaving you with that, and another apology.” With a small bow of her head, the investigator’s gaze moved between the male and female briefly. “Seeing as I’ve used the rest of your valuable time… Please, let me see myself out, and have a good day.” She began moving past them toward the door. If they had anything to say, now was the time to say it.

Razorbackwriter:  Sunny was gobsmacked that the investigator was apologizing about the incident in the hospital. The plucky nurse was nearly always in some sort of trouble, even when she didn’t mean to be. She stood there, not even blinking. Her mouth open slightly as she just listened to what the investigator had to say.

“I would advise you to stay away from dangerous situations like that in the future.”

“Oh oh oh. Yes, I swear I won’t get in on one of your battles again, Miss.” Sunny even made the finger sign of scouts to show she was honest with her words. “I’ll leave all the choppy choppy to you, Miss.” The nurse showed a huge smile, while bobbing her head slightly. She was eager to have the whole thing just go away, now that it had come to roost at her home. Having Tenkai so close was making her feel extra giddy. Like a girl on a first date. He was actuallyholding her hand. It was clear that the whole situation was overwhelming.

What Sunny didn’t expect was when Nikita handed the pair a card that had two numbers on it. One was for her cell, so she could speak to Nikita directly, and the other was for the Headquarters of the CCG. The nurse took the card graciously, but was slightly bewildered as to why the agent felt the need to go that far.

“Oh you don’t have to apologize. I know you have a job to do. I do some pretty nasty things myself. Like changing bed pans in the dementia ward. No one else will do it, and the Matron INSISTS I do. You would not believe the number of times I have come out of there and needed to be hosed down.” Course, this was probably too much information for either Tenkai or the agent to handle, but our little ray of Sunshine never left out details, no matter how nasty they were.

“Seeing as I’ve used the rest of your valuable time… Please, let me see myself out, and have a good day.”

Sunny waved at Nikita as she went for the door and then handed the card that she was given to Tenkai, for him to look at. Sunny didn’t believe she was ever going to need to call.

“Bye bye.”

As soon as the door closed, Sunny erupted into a fit of giggles and snorts..

“Oh….that was too much. Did you see how she thought we were a thing?” Again with more laughter and thigh slapping.

~RB~

 

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”Yeah I did haha. And it was also the reason why I did it. Most people get odd assumptions unless you place the right one in their mind , therefore I chose that one was my go to. We are close enough in age after all. ”

– Tenkai would chuckle and slowly loosen the grip he had upon her and looked at the time. Boy had it been a whole day since . What would they do now that they’ve been placed alone once more. But this time around however Tenkai had figured it was time for her to get to work soon and Tenkai himself would’ve had matters to attend to. Sunny gave Tenkai the card and he would look at it for a second and laughed from the irony, someone like him did not need this for any specific reason. He would return it to Sunny and laugh just a bit more –

” I do not need this Sunny. Believe me it has more of a use to you haha . ”

– He was able to see now that this girl was pretty lucky to have seen Alpha up close , and wasn’t even a CCG investigator but simply a person caught in the middle. Tenkai would take out his phone and looked at her –

” I think we should exchange numbers ”

 

Moo:  Nikita stood at the door, having nearly completely closed it already. She closed her eyes as she listened to the beginnings of their conversation, closing the door after Tenkai’s refusal to take the card with the numbers on it. Needless to say, she had a ghoul on her radar. Finding out if he was really friendly to humans was her next priority. Exiting the porch, she turned and began walking down the street. She had used some time needlessly on Nancy, but had gained something in return. And she was able to keep this from Kato, hopefully. As a sense of security. If Wolf was in fact following the nurse, Nikita also had less to worry about in regards to her health. Wolf would more than likely take out Tenkai if he crossed a boundary. Or so she would count on. Perhaps putting a little too much faith in her new acquaintance. Pulling out her device, she entered Tenkai’s name. It would be some time before she found out any other information on him, but it was something. One less ghoul off the streets…or…one more ghoul on her and Wolf’s side. Only time would tell.

Razorbackwriter:  Sunny was surprised that Tenkai thought that she might need the card more than he did. The little nurse gave a slight shoulder shrug and took the card back. But instead of placing it somewhere important, she just tossed it onto the coffee table without a second thought. Sunny simply didn’t think she would ever need it. Considering who was standing right in front of her, that was kind of funny. Thankfully, Sunny had no clue. She thought that Tenkai was just some nice guy that happened to run into her on the street.

The nurse tittered when Tenkai asked that they traded numbers. “Really? YOU want my number?” The rose shade darkened on her cheeks, and Sunny was all too happy to oblige. She took off into her bedroom and then came back with a My little pony notepad. Feathered pen in hand, she scribbled down her number on a scented pink page and then handed it to Tenkai with a gracious smile.

“Here you go. Feel free to text me if you ever want to have coffee again.” Course, Sunny meant coffee and not what Gloria usually meant by it. Glancing up at the clock, the nurse realized that curfew was over…..and she was going to be due at work in another two hours.

“I should let you go now. Kept you here prisoner long enough.”

Sunny unlocked her front door and opened it for Tenkai. She leaned on it and said. “Don’t be a stranger.”

The nurse had no idea how lucky she had been.

~RB~

 

Fu:

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” Thanks for the number I’ll be sure to drop by soon ”

– Tenkai would smile softly at her after she had finished what she had said and he’d slowly walk out the front door of her apartment. His smile would stay persistent until he had left her personal area. He just barely got out of a room with one. Oddly enough he’d keep to himself and not bother anyone else with his business. But the time he had for the following day was limited as it is. What would Tenkai do now. He figured he’d find somewhere to go or something to do in the meantime , didn’t seem like his organization was calling or asking of him at this point in time. So this time was truly his own. He walked out of the building and decided to go find somewhere to go. Whatever fit the bill that is –

 

 

Peter Gabriel – In Your Eyes.

Peter Gabriel has always had music that was ahead of the time of the era that he wrote it in.  This song, “In Your Eyes” was used as the pivotal piece in the late 80’s movie; “Say Anything”, featuring John Cussack and Lone Sky.  The video is  a wondrous visual treat, and always gives me goosebumps at the beauty of the lyrics.

“In Your Eyes”

love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes
love, I don’t like to see so much pain
so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
and all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the insidein your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes

For those that have never see “Say anything”  here is a trailer.  For those that love a good classic movie from the 80’s….it’s worth looking out for.  I really am a hopeless romantic.  Cheers.  RB x

Tainted Love – SS.

A continuation from “Rough Dominance” – https://razorbackwriteraus.wordpress.com/2014/12/20/rough-dominance-gs/

This post contains graphic sexual content.  Reader discretion is advised.

 

 

Scene setting : Dark alley in Hell.

co-written with Artie.

 

Artie:  A gasp of feelings Bandit couldn’t quite place… though she did not feel more violated than when her nether regions were free to the air, the cold swirling around her heated body and womanhood. “No!” But she would shudder, the feel of his relatively warm digits against the nub of nerves that hid so cleverly in her mound causing her back to arch. “Gnnn…!” Again her hands would desperately claw at his skin, trying to make markings on him while the rest of her body went limp in his embrace..

Oh, but you do!

“No, I don’t!” The words struck her, but not as much as the slightly numbing feel as she would collide with the bin. The cold came as a shock to her stomach, the wind knocked from her breath.. as though she would have time to recollect herself before the warlock freed her behind from her clothing that was meant to keep it all together, her curves exposed to the one she did not want to see the most.. A cry of pain ripped through her lips as his nails gripped and engraved into her sensitive skin, another of pleasure and pain following the loud smacking noise that came from his slap to her skin, his degrading of her body.. Surely, a hand mark would remain.. but she hated how he could feel her reaction and see them, the tensing of her muscles against his fingers as he hit her, his hand returning to her identity..

Though none would make her panic more than the feel of his length against her skin, the friction of his newly revealed self causing her body to thrash a bit.. though she would wince against the metal that pressed deeply into her skin at the quick movement. “Don’t! ..Don’t!” It was a plea, her thighs squeezing together tightly and thus restricting the movement of his hand, her hips moving forwards to make it more difficult for him to enter her from behind, as though hiding..

Her arms slowly moved to be under her, pressing against the bin as she began to lift herself to be standing against his strong body. The thief willed herself, swallowing hard as her lower muscles clenched around his fingers, surprisingly tight even around only his digits.. but at her tightening clench of thighs, wetness began to drip down them, pushed from her mound and finding an escape.. Her cheeks flushed red, her jaw locking while whimpers attempted to push through, the blood from his bite had begun to drip down her chest..

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  The alley was now the scene of a shocking attack upon Bandit, that in Raul’s mind was long over due. Years he had waited for this moment, and while his instincts pressured him to take what he had come for without any care for her, he started to listen to the way she cried for him to stop. Over and over she pleaded with him not to do what she knew he would. Her inner muscles forcing the rippled flesh of her inner womanhood to squeeze against his fingers – practically pulsating. With the slick release of her juices, Raul could feel and sense that her body craved the attention. Using his left knee, he forced her legs to part as she struggled to keep them closed. With her bent over the industrial bin, and her ass truly exposed, Raul made his earlier threat a reality. He whipped his fingers out from her, each digit covered in her dew and moved it to grip onto her breast, while his other hand snatched a large section of her hair. Reefing her head back so her back was now arching and presenting her buttocks to him ready for mounting, he let out a roar of triumph.

He bent his knees slightly to line up the glistening head of his throbbing length to her puckered hole, and spat down on the top of her cheek so the saliva would seep down and act as lubricant for the next act in this ritual like taking of her body. Bandit’s writhing form only made him all the more excited as she tried to buck and fight, till at last she made a whimpering sound through gritted teeth. It was unmistakable. Too good to be true.

Without warning Raul thrust his girth into her tiny hole, stretching her insanely. There was to be pain. Excruciating pain, which would make her scream his name. Anything that came out of her mouth was sheer music to this twisted sadist of a man. Tugging her hair tight and pulling it back so it stung at her scalp, it was almost as though Raul was set to ride her into the metal bin.

Raul thrust in deep and then held himself in there as though to ensure this moment would be forever etched in her memory. Skin against skin, heat against heat. It was then he growled words to truly enrage her….or make her his own.

“Beg for more….my sweet little whore.”

~RB~

 

Artie:  No, no, no.. The legs that she had tried to keep clamped shut were spread apart, her hair gripped and head forced back.. Much like a panicked horse, her quick and hard breath as her chest would follow along.. her widened eyes that saw but did not see.. A spitting noise then a terrible feeling against her behind, a groan of both discontent and disgust coming freely through her lips… but nothing could have prepared her for the next act he would do, nothing had been said to give her the time to brace for such..

Immediately searing pain shot through her back entrance, a wild cry and scream mixed into one constricting her airways as it flung itself from her lips and into the air.. The pain trailed up her spine, even, her body giving a shudder as she appempted to buck him away.. but this did not work, his grip on her sandy tresses far too tight, her leash too short, to allow any sort of leeway. “No! Fuck!” Hips clashed against skin as the warlock pushed himself into her as deeply as he could, her own self not large enough to fully take in his length. So instead she would grip at the bin, her nails dragging against the metal..

Bandit was bleeding, she knew it.. the sensitive skin around her had likely torn as he’d forced his way into her, the stinging pain along with the dull throb enough to convince her of such.. Tears sprung to her eyes yet she did not cry.. This was merely a reaction to the pain, a natural one that she hated having.. But she did not cry. Instead she growled under her breath in pain, like a cat in heat as it gives a warning noise..

…my sweet little whore..

“You prick! I am not.. your anything!” Her features twisted into that of anger and hatred, trembles of both rage and pleasure rocking her body a bit underneath the male figure.. A hand would move then, gripping at his own on her breast as her nails would dig into the back of his hand, a frustrated cry coming from her lips as she clawed, despite being unable to see.. As if reminded of this she would attempt to jerk her head away from him, greeted by a forceful tug in retaliation that caused tears to spring to her eyes.. adding to those in his initial entrance thrust. “I will… I’ll kill you..” Her sex was practically dripping, the warmth of the liquid moving down her thighs more..

Oh, how her body told her that she was enjoying this while her mind wanted it to stop, the emotions of past overpowering.. You want this, you slut. That’s why you’re still letting him do this.. No, I can’t break free.. Don’t lie to yourself.. Feel your heartbeat.. Feel your quick breaths.. Note the pound of your chest as it constricts in anticipation.. the tensing of yourself around his member in you, the warmth of the thick liquid you give.. You want this.. No one owns me.. Especially not him.. Please.. not him.. Moan like the whore he wants you to be. You’re dying to.. At this her lips parted, but no sound came out, instead a quiet whimper that carried pain and struggle in its tone..

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  Bandit was by definition, the sweetest of all Raul’s conquests. She was like a Thoroughbred, bucking and snorting angrily as he set to break her in. This was what it was all about. The gripping of the hair and the way he had come up from behind, after teasing her so mercilessly from the front. A stinging attack that would leave her gasping, but at the same time only heighten his arousal to the point that he himself was becoming lost to her as she screamed obscenities at him. Bandit was so insanely tight, that it actually was painful for Raul to be in so far, but that made it all the sweeter. As Bandit tried to jerk her head away and the very hair that he had wound around his fingers was being pulled to the extreme, Raul changed tact, withdrawing himself fully from her bleeding buttocks. The fine crimson liquid now coating his proud and erect member, that he now wanted to force into her waiting wet sex. With an unnatural grunt of exertion, he picked her up from around her stomach, so that her gripping on the metal bin would hold her up slightly. Bandit tried to claw at the hand that was attached to her breast, but it was like a kitten scratching a lion. His strength building with the burst of testosterone now flooding his veins.

The little thief was incredibly light to pick up and now the Warlock had her positioned so that he may claim her and do what he intended. Fill her with his seed.

“I wish to die a small death within you….so you will get your wish.”

A loud growl and he forced himself into her waiting wetness, the lips parting to accommodate him as easily as a warm velvet glove. Her muscles surely would clamp down in protest as she spun out of control in a delirious sensation. Fighting her inner demon and bringing forth the tainted slut he knew was waiting. Any hip movement or bucking would be welcomed, as Raul tightened his grip on her hair.

~Pound pound pound~

Her body would be thrust forward and back as the Warlock began to take what he believed was rightfully his. His sweet thief. She was no longer screaming, but whimpering.

Raul had her and now he planned to abuse her till he was spent. His thickened girth spreading her insides as it delved hard into her womb. The Warlock bowed down and covered her back, his hot breath searing her skin below.

~RB~

 

Artie:  Sickening. The feeling was sickening sweet, sickeningly terrifying.. “No! I won’t!” As if she had a choice in the matter, his member releasing itself from her only to thrust into the awaiting wetness.. as though it was his to begin with.. A noise of her juices parting ways around his member was heard, followed by a quick whimper of her own.. “Uhnn-nnhnn..” The thief would grip at the metallic, finding it unforgiving to her nails.. “No.. no..” The words in themselves were moans of beckoning, her brows furrowing as her eyes squeezed shut.. Was she softening to him? No.. she could not.

“P-please..” Though the word was a beg.. for what? Him to let her go or to go harder? Moments ago, the answer would have been clear.. now it was a muddled meaning.. mixed emotions.. The thief felt her breasts move and bounce with each thrust, creating a slight noise against the bin as the cold would sear her skin only to leave it.. Was she enjoying herself? No, you mustn’t.. Oh, but you must, you dirty, dirty.. little.. slut..

The light woman found herself stretching around him – even now pain seared up her very core.. oh, she hadn’t been screwed in so long, and it showed.. No man had touched this holy grail in time, none had succeeded in doing so.. Perhaps, if she had been more freeing with her body, she would not have been so responsive. The one thing that made her special to Raul was her undoing, her back arching against the heat that suddenly came to it..

Fight back! As if jerking a bit, Bandit’s leg would kick back, hitting him quite forcefully in the shin once more.. a feeble attempt, but only one she could muster, as her body bucked under him in protest, her stomach pushing against his arm in an attempt to have him release her.. “Let me.. go! Stop!” Pants had begun to show themselves as a burning started in her core.. so unconditioned.. she would be within orgasm’s grasp in moments if he continued.

 

Razorbackwriter:  There it was. The word that rang through the sounds of their skins slapping hard against each other. ~Please~ Raul certainly didn’t expect it, but all the same it made the game much more interesting. For every time she had said no, there was this inner cry of YES! Raul had plied her and stripped her bare, taken her in a fashion that showed no respect or care. But the Warlock was a devious soul. Raul knew she was suffering from mixed emotions and feelings, as she kicked back hard in a last ditch effort to show she still had a fighters spirit. He wanted the pain..he grew harder from it. Like snapping him back to reality with the force of her foot to his shin. But instead of buckling, this was when the Warlock changed direction again. He had been treating her like a rag doll. Taking her so she could not see his face to spit on….to stare into those eyes of his as he bared his teeth and smiled at her. All she could do, was see, feel, smell and react.

“Let me.. go! Stop!”

“My sweet whore…you will weep tears of joy!”

He took his hand from her breast, which had been scratched to bleeding by her own and moved it back down to her lower region which was heated and swollen from arousal. His fingers worked into the space between her lacquered lips, ripe with dew and he started to tease her sweet pea nub. The idea….she would react as any woman would when being pleasured both externally and internally. Oh he still had her gripped by the hair, but his fingers worked to bring her to a glorious crescendo. She would shed tears….a woman’s release after years of feeling nothing…..

Combining hypnotic hip movements that matched the pace of his fingers teasing, it would be a few moments before she finally caved and surrendered…..

~RB~

 

 

Artie:  Bandit’s head would have throw itself back, working with the pull of his hand now.. “I’m going to–” In his grip she would buck, her eyes fluttering closed and opened quite rapidly as the heat began to intensify.. burning her core as it came from her legs and then her thighs, bursting out of her in an orgasm so intense her whole form shook despite his pin… and stillness. Complete silence, save the noise of his thrusts.. Her body tensed as it reared for the climax, her toes curling and her breath hitching.. all movement in her chest paused.. This. This was the true face of ecstasy, the feeling in its rawest form as her lips would part for the silence..

“Ahhnnnnnnnn!” The cry ripped through her lips after the hitch of her breath, her body immediately springing to life.. Even his grip could not hold her still as she pushed against his body, attempting to move away at the absolute of the feeling, the overriding intensity of the pleasure that took her in waves.. “Please! Please! I can’t.. It’s.. Nnnnn!” Too much. Her body thrashed against him, her nub sore at the rubbing he gave it.. The muscles of her womanhood clenched around him, as though begging him to release into her, prodding at his member and trying to give it the final push that would ensure what they were intended for.. the continuation of their kind.. But her arms moved wildly as she kicked at him, pushing at his arms and trying to move him back.. out of her..

A spurt of liquids had moved around his member at the complete.. fervor.. or her newest undoing. “Stop! Stop!” Though now she begged not because she did not want him, but because it was too much for the somewhat virgin woman to bear.. Would he continue and push her body’s responding limits, holding her still.. or would he give the releasing cool down that would surely lessen her reactions?

 

Razorbackwriter:  A gift unlike any other was to feel and experience the richness and fulfillment of Bandit’s climax. Raul had taken her to a new height from which she would have a dizzying descent. Her words, her mind spoke of how she would kill, but her body. it craved the attention, practically going into a primal frenzy that had her inner walls lock onto the Warlock’s length as it continued to tease her. The heat between them building, and Raul took in the moment that Bandit stopped making noise. All there was was the physical slapping of flesh. If anything, he was so very proud of her. He even loosened his grip on her golden hair, just so he could savor this all the more. In the midst of the wildness, there was an oasis where they moved in a dance as old as time itself.

Raul wanted to feel it all. No longer content with hunching over her. He knew that the feelings she would have would make her entire body react, and this was something he wanted to experience. As she pushed against his body, she was then gripped harshly, as his fingers slid out from between her mound and helped to bring her back up so that it rest to his own, while he still had himself deep inside of her.

“Ahhnnnnnnnn!”

She thrashed, kicked but to no avail. The spurt of her own liquids coupled with the fierce locking down on his member caused him to erupt in a way that was like the release of a geyser into her womb. As she was screaming for him to stop, his own release no doubt would cause another reaction in her. Thick, pulsating jets oozed in and filled her. His digits digging into her flesh as he made sure she could not escape his clutches. His chest heaved then he held his breath before crying out her name….her real name.

“BEATRIX! My only!”

She would not be able to see his face, but if she had….she would have been deeply shocked. The Warlock spasmed as he met her climax head on with his own. Their legs now coated with each other’s juices, as he continued to restrain her. The Warlock growled with a feeling of satisfaction….and contentment. There was no longer any doubt. She belonged to him.

 

~RB~

 

Artie:  “N-noh..” The plea was halfhearted, her eyes fluttering a bit as waves of exhaustion rolled over her. The thief would pull on his arms, attempting to remove him.. but she held no energy. Even now her legs were limp.. If not for him holding her up, she would have surely fallen to the ground, the limbs of her legs no more than jello now.. Her muscles limp against him. Her shoulders slouched, her eyes struggling to stay open as they felt increasingly heavy..

“I am.. not yours..” Though her whole body was pressed into him, not exactly solidifying her case.. As if you have a choice? But you do, and you’re not taking it.. slave.. A growl, the thief pushing against Raul’s hands in a sudden burst of force.. He would let her go or she broke through his arms, either way.. Almost instantly she crumpled to the ground on all fours, shivering and shaking.. Another attempt to stand was met with another fall, her lips parting in a soft cry.. “Don’t.. Don’t touch me.” The thief would crawl for a moment and then stop, feeling completely.. and utterly.. pathetic..

She would pause, sitting and leaning against the wall behind her. Her head would rest against her shoulder as the weight of his act rested on her, one arm wrapping around her breasts to hide them as the other did the same for her soaked womanhood.. A look of disgust normally would come to her face, but instead shame took hold.

“You.. You did this..” Exposed. Her womanhood still throbbed in need as if begging for more, despite its previous release.. Her arms now covered, but her breasts were perked in arousal.. The once fiery thief appeared to be coming under a sort of stupor, appearing so much more fragile than beforehand.. The bloody mark of his bite not helping such..

 

Razorbackwriter:  Even after all that had happened between them, Bandit still had that last bout of energy to push herself away from the Warlock and land on the floor haphazardly. Like an animal on all fours, leaking from her sex into a puddle on the ground – her hair wild and her cheeks tainted with a red blush. A soft cry and she crawled from where the Warlock stood, her voice shaking as much as her body did. She didn’t want to be touched. Bandit felt dirty and used. The Warlock cocked his head slightly, before taking out a large square of cloth from his pocket and started to clean himself down slowly – wiping away any excess off his slightly flaccid member. Shame and disgust were etched upon Bandit’s face as she accused Raul of doing all this to her. But what she could not hide with her hands and arms was that she was still very much aroused by his attentions.

Raul crouched down so that they were eye level, his gaze penetrating as he said simply.

“I did what you needed…and still need.” Raul was being frank and to the point. He looked her over before deciding on how to deal with her now. To have her laying in her own excretions. There was no way he was going to simply let her lay there for the rest of the night. Bandit appeared to be losing her fire, being replaced with more of that drunken stupor. Raul snapped his fingers and spoke an incantation which caused a light breeze to pick up around them. Swirling papers and rubbish was soon replaced with what was a flying carpet. Gently he picked up the girl and lay her down upon the large mat, that easily supported her as though she weighed nothing at all. Raul fixed himself and was once again respectable, before joining her on the mat. He whispered the directions for where they were to go, and soon the carpet was flying off up and out of the alley to a destination of his choosing.

As he lay down beside her, he brought the girl into his arms, so that she was being spooned by him in a means of comfort and to help her go to sleep.

~RB~

 

 

 

Fitzy & Wippa’s “Cougars” – A parody of Blurred Lines.

 

Yes, as promised here is another parody from Fitzy and Wippa of Nova FM.  If you thought Blurred lines was bad…………lol!

Every cougar get up
Every cougar get up
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Raaaw, raaaw, raaaw

Well they’re a rare breed of a certain lady
Well they’re a bit loud and a little shady
And they’ll be drinking Cosmos, they’ll end up totally blind
They’ll constantly pinch your behind

She wants to live her life without expectations
She’s been married once, now its co-habitation
She will destroy her liver
Hey, hey, hey
She’ll carve you up on Twitter
Hey, hey, hey
She laughs like Joan Rivers
And that is why we love our cougars
I know you want it
I know you’ve got it
Give me my wallet

 


You’re a cougar
You’re full of plastic
Your boobs elastic
That bra’s fantastic
You give off strong signs
I know you want it
You want you got it
Just please don’t vomit
And you’re a cougar
You praying Mantis
‘Cause once you have this
You’ll rip my head off (they’ll do that)
I have to ask the question
Have you got a skirt on?
Here’s an observation
You’re the oldest chick in this place
But are you married?
So where’s your hubby
Hey, hey, hey
What rhymes with adultery?

 


Hey, hey, hey
They don’t give a stuff, the queens of indiscretion
So much botox, they have no face expressions
You smile you’ll be persuaded
Hey, hey, hey
Say no you’ll be sedated
Hey, hey, hey
You’ll wake up procreating
Hey, hey, hey
And that is why we love our cougars
I know you want it
But you are older
Than Hayley’s Comet
You’re a cougar
Most make up I’ve seen
Looks like a figurine
Maybe it’s Maybelline
You give off strong signs
You signal text me
And you’re suggesting
You’ll bring your bestie
And you’re a cougar
The way you grab me
You think it’s flattering
It’s quite harassing (she’s all over you)

 

One thing that I ask of you
Any chance that I can see your tramp stamp tattoo
From Malibu’s to Blue Lagoons
You’re party rocking like the old Redfoo
Heads up, don’t misconstrue
But your boobs are falling out and they’re in full view
You tell me stories that are bearable
But the lipstick on your teeth is terrible
I pull you up and I ask you why
That picture of your son always make you cry?
You fall on the dance floor, you’re heading south
More extensions in your hair than James Packer’s house
You’re watchin’
You’re waitin’
It’s just sad you’re salivating
And that look tonight that you’re parading
Unfortunately went out with roller blading

Drop your drink, fall down, now get up,
Now adjust your skirt, unbutton your shirt
You’re a classy bird

 

 

Stevie Nicks – Edge of Seventeen.

This is my song pick of the week from my car.  I sing this loud and proud with the window down.  Enjoy.

Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singin’
Whoo-whoo-whoo
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singin’
Whoo, baby, whoo
Said, whoo

And the days go by
Like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby
Nothin’ else mattered

He was no more
(He was no more)
Than a baby then
Well, he seemed broken hearted
Somethin’ within him
But the moment
That I first laid
Eyes on him
All alone on the edge of seventeen

 

Well, I went today
Maybe I will go again
Tomorrow, yeah, yeah
Well, the music there
Well it was hauntingly familiar
When I see you doin’
What I try to do for me
With their words of a poet
And a voice from a choir
And a melody
Nothin’ else mattered

The clouds never expect it
When it rains
But the sea changes colours
But the sea
Does not change
So with the slow graceful flow
Of age
I went forth with an age old
Desire to please
On the edge of seventeen

 

Well then suddenly
There was no one left standing
In the hall, yeah, yeah
In a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
When I went searchin’ for an answer
Up the stairs and down the hall
Not to find an answer
Just to hear the call
Of a nightbird singin’
(Come away)
(Come away)

Well, I hear you (well, I hear you)
In the morning (in the morning)
And I hear you (and I hear you)
At nightfall (at nightfall)
Sometime to be near you
Is to be unable to hear you
My love
I’m a few years older than you
(I’m a few years older than you)