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Post by witch on Oct 4, 2014 22:17:40 GMT 10
Deep with the lowest depths, were no light dared to shine, within a hollowed wall, covered in bars of magic runes chained and strips of pride was a lone figure. Lone, lost...all but forgotten save for the one that held her very being in the palm of his hand her magic slowly being fed to him not that any would know it save for when you looked into her eyes via candle light. For where once silver stars mixed with the purple of the night a sign of past an power only grey, dimed clouded over eyes remained. Were once pink lips which tasted of your sweetest dreams now to be replaced by a mere mortals breath and body....though to him still the very image he had cast upon her with his one wish....in truth was nothing more of a shell.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Oct 4, 2014 22:35:40 GMT 10
He, the one who had and was causing the misery that inhabited the being with the crushed soul, lay in his bed in the next room to her, a flock of girls pampering him, bowing to his every demand
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Post by witch on Oct 4, 2014 22:42:01 GMT 10
Such the way was her life since he had laid claim to her soul. Like him she was a creature of the night spun of stars and moonlight, the goddess touch in twined within her blood where as he....though one would claim a creature of the night was born of a far darker place his harem of female flesh his seeming one joy.
So far she had refused to be part of that world the small remaining magic within her able to hold him off, though this night, one were no moon shone even this small part would be puffed out.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Oct 5, 2014 12:17:10 GMT 10
He sighed happily, running his hands over any of the girls- HIS girls- that he could reach
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Post by witch on Oct 5, 2014 12:21:49 GMT 10
"Master" they purred for to him that was who he was, the master of not only their bodies but their souls though he far more enjoyed one over the other. Let his teasing little minx sway to the beat of her own drum, he had thought, there was plenty of fun to be had.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Oct 5, 2014 12:22:51 GMT 10
"Mmmm yes girls?" He asked, pulling one of them up, using her as a sheet to keep him warm
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Post by witch on Oct 5, 2014 12:28:25 GMT 10
"Master" she purred spreading out over him wishing to grant his every command. "Do we please you?"
It was the same every night since she had came here, the noises from his room echoing in her wake a tool in which he no doubt used to get under her skin. The sound of his coupling ringing in her ears, the cries of passion, a fate that soon would stand before her.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Oct 5, 2014 12:36:35 GMT 10
"Mmmm there's always room for improvement but, so far, yes my delicious delicasies you do"
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Post by witch on Oct 5, 2014 12:37:54 GMT 10
She giggled running her lips over his neck and lower. "How else might I please you my lord?"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Oct 5, 2014 12:41:52 GMT 10
"Ohhh you know how angel, you know how"
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Post by witch on Oct 5, 2014 12:45:49 GMT 10
"I think so my lord" she moved over him, leaving behind nails marks, bites and kisses in her wake before going lower. "Am I worthy of such a task my lord?" she questioned.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Oct 5, 2014 12:46:55 GMT 10
"Mmmm yes,I believe that you are..." He sighed, closing his eyes, relaxing back into his cushion pilled bed
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Post by witch on Oct 5, 2014 12:49:32 GMT 10
Smiling the girl set about her task, taking him in, trying to then drain him of seed and life. "MAster" another suddenly questioned as she kissed around his ear. "Master, is there to be another? Must we shear you again?"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Oct 5, 2014 12:51:45 GMT 10
He sneered at her, striking her "Dare you question me in such a manner and tone? You always shall share me, none of you are worthy of me alone
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Post by witch on Oct 5, 2014 12:55:25 GMT 10
A lone tear rolled down her cheek. "I'm sorry master, I only ask as the midnight hour is near"
If past nights were anything to go by he was be at his strongest in this hour, the one where night and day challenged each other, were light and dark could be seen as one. It was this very hour that a painful moan echoed the cell.
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