Quickly, she pulled off her cape and threw it aside, her large breasts bouncing, barely being contained by the black bikini top. She then grabbed her necklace and removed it, much to his relief. Then, she dropped to her knees in-front of him and undid his pants, slipping her gloved hands inside as she licked her lips. He groaned as she found his stiffing member and pulled it out.
She smirked as she felt it twitch in her hands, watching it grow longer and harder. She leaned in and gave it a kiss on the head, making him groan again, then, quickly, her mouth opened and she engulfed him, making him moan. Her tongue went to work instantly, pressing itself hard against his meatus, licking at it roughly, her head beginning to bob, lips tightly wrapped around him.
Faster and faster her head goes, having abandoned the licking, she drives his dick down her throat, making him moan louder and louder with every passing moment. As he grabs a handful of her long hair, she places her right hand into his pants and takes hold of his balls, then squeezes them softly.
She moans around him as her head moves with more speed, tongue rubbing hard against his shaft. Letting go of his balls, she leans forward and presses her large, pushed up breasts against him, allowing his shaft to slip between them slightly, his balls resting just below them. He groans loudly as they rub against him, they feel soft and warm...
As she keeps sucking and licking him, he moves his hands to her chest and grabs her breasts, making her squeal as he squeezes them. He slips his fingers beneath the tight material, pressing them against her bare breasts as they move down, making her moan as his finger tips brush against her nipples. Then, without warning, he pulls his hands away from her, causing her top to rip open, her breasts popping out into the open air for all the world to see.
Instead of stopping right then and there, she pulls herself off his shaft, leaving the head in her mouth. Then, placing her hands onto her breasts, she arches her back toward him, wrapping them around his dick completely. Sucking and licking the head of his member, she moves those large, warm, soft yet firm lumps of flesh on his dick as hard and fast as she can, giving him one Hell of a tit fucking.
He groans loudly as she just keeps on fucks him with her tits, her mouth and tongue working the head with ever increasing vigor and fury. They can both feel that his orgasm is coming ever closer, his balls want to tighten, they want to squeeze out their hot, sticky white butter into her mouth, on her face, then onto her tits. As if they were of the same mind, she moans against his head over and over, tongue digging deep into his meatus, lapping up his precum, savoring the taste of his seed. She loosens the seal of her lips, allowing some of her saliva to run free of her mouth, down his shaft, where it's rubbed against her tits, helping to cut down friction, thus letting her move them with ever increasing speed.
It's an odd, lewd sound they make as they slap against his pant covered thighs and balls, but right now, it's perhaps the most erotic sound the two of them have ever heard.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Flower Girl
Loire was a poor city, although you couldn't tell just by looking at it. The streets were clean, the buildings well kept, not a beggar in sight... but that was an illusion created to fool travelers, to suck them in and then suck them dry, to take them for everything they had, and possibly then some.
To look beyond the clean streets, to venture deeper into the city was to meet the true face of Loire, and it wasn't a pretty sight. The poor masses were kept away from the clean, glossy front image, huddled together in decomposing buildings in slums, and some weren't even that lucky. There was almost no way for them to even put their pride aside and beg, what with their heartless King's own soldiers patrolling the streets, with orders to kill those who would dare show the truth behind the lies.
But, there was a single way... those who were deemed "unoffensive to the public image" were allowed to walk about with generally little hassle. While some sold little trinkets that they could find or steal, a majority of them sold flowers, which were plentiful in the countryside. It was low risk, very low overhead... it was all profit, really, and to top it off, they were almost always women, knowing that a pretty face and a sweet voice would often sway people into purchasing their little multicolored plant wares.
The best "target", as one could say were men. If he happened to be with a woman, all the better, as they often spend more on flowers for the lady in question, but a single man was just as fine... perhaps better, in a way. It was easy to beguile a man and get him to lose rational thought if the girl was beautiful or attractive... a bit of flirting could go a long way to emptying his pockets and her flower basket at the same time, and by the time he came to the conclusion that it was all a ruse, she would be long gone. Sure, it was a little dishonest, but in these times, it could mean the difference between eating for the day or going hungry. It was an obvious choice, and for many, it was the only way they could survive without resorting to... more shameful means.
For Milin, who had grown up desperately poor in the slums, it was the only way she could live with herself. She was a beautiful young woman with bright green eyes, her long hair a fiery red hue, which seemed to gleam in the bright sun. Her hair was her pride, it showed that despite being poor, despite being looked down upon the rich as trash, she always kept it neat and clean, her way of showing the world that she would always seek to better herself, to show just how determined she was to pull herself out of her pathetic lot in life.
Her worn, black shoes were hidden beneath a long, flowing blue dress, its color long since starting to fade. It was one of the few articles of clothing she owned, it belonged to her mother, and like her hair, she took pride in her appearance, always making sure it was as clean as she could manage, she always took the best smelling flowers she could fine and tucked them into her dress, giving her a pleasing scent.
She may have been "garbage", but she'd be damned if she smelled like it.
Today was like any day for her, she was making her normal rounds in the town square. It was a beautiful place, really, lots of benches to sit and admire the natural beauty around them. The ground was lined with beautifully decorated tiles, freeing people from the worry of "ruining" their shoes by having to get them dirty. At the center of the square was an immense stone water fountain filled with crystal clear water with several statues of goddesses or some such within the pool holding pots from which water poured.
It was a slow day, she had barely sold anything. She sighed heavily and took a moment to rest on a bench, she was a bit tired and like always, hungry. Even in this place, the scent of the local bakeries was prevalent, and with a gust of wind, her nose picked up the scent of something tasty, making her stomach growl. With a frown, she came to the realization that she would more than likely go hungry this day... unless a miracle occurred.
"Not like that'll happen, though..."
She mumbled to herself as she looked to the ground, staring at one of the tiles. It wasn't fair, really. The city could somehow afford to maintain these damned slabs of rock, and yet so many here were so very poor. If they had actually used that money to feed people like her, then maybe, just maybe they wouldn't need to put on such a pretty facade to hide their shame, to hide the fact that there were hundreds of miserable souls in the shadows, slowly starving to death...
Deep in thought, the sounds of water and birds chirping were all she could hear... but then another sound came into the fray, a sound that broke her out of her own little world...
The sound of footsteps. Very heavy foot steps, they were boots. Looking up, her eyes caught sight of a blond man as he walked away from her, then stopped at the fountain. He looked a tad bit dirty, but one look at his clothing told her that he wasn't from Loire... and the fact that he was not only wearing a cloak, but also carrying a satchel pretty much told her that he was a traveler... and that he must have come through the desert from the east.
Getting to her feet immediately, she grabbed her basket and started to walk toward him. She instantly decided to butter him up, to sweet talk him... it wouldn't take much, especially since he had come from atleast a months travel, if not longer, most likely being without the company of a woman the whole time. This would be easy...
"Pardon me, sir, but can I interest you in a flower?"
She asked, coming to a halt mere feet from him. He turned his head to her and blinked a few times, as if slightly confused, or perhaps he just found it odd...
"They're really very lovely, don't you think? They're freshly cut, too not even an hour ago, they won't wilt for a long while."
She askes, lifting the basket up to meet his eyes. He glanced at them, and then simply nodded. She had the feeling he wasn't very interested in what she had to say, she had to step it up a bit;
"They can add a certain charm and bright quality to your already fine person, I've noticed that people will greet you warmly when they see you with a flower... oh, and they make a perfect gift for somebody special in your life! And even if you don't have anybody here now, you never can be sure when the angel of love may strike... and what better way to make a first impression than by giving her flowers?"
He blinked a few more times and made a "hmmm" sound, as if he were thinking it over. She could taste the sale, not to mention the food it could buy... she decided to go for the hook;
"Yes, for mere 5 Gems, you can buy a flower, and for 50 gems, I'll even specially arrange a nice bouquet of my finest flowers. You won't find a price that rivals that anywhere else in Loire, I assure you!"
"Well... it does sound like a rather fine deal."
He finally spoke, breaking his long held silence. She almost burst into a smile right then and there, she was so sure she had made a sale, but then he spoke up again;
"But, I'll have to say no. I have nobody special in my life... and with all my traveling, I need all the money I can get, so I can't afford to spend it on something like flowers."
Milin was crushed. She assumed he'd atleast buy a single flower from her, atleast it would put her that much closer to getting something to eat, to get her through one more day... but instead of dissolving into sorrow, she renewed her efforts to get a sale;
"But sir, surely 5 Gems won't put you out too much, especially when you consider the positive effects it can have on your life. People will see you in a different light, you'll be seen as kind and gentle, allowing them to trust you more easily, it's perfect for a first impression!"
"Look, I'm sorry bu-"
"How can you afford not to increase your chances of people taking a kinder stance with you, especially when you're visiting strange and different lands? You have no experience with these new places, you don't know how the people will treat you, but a flower is the universe symbol that you can be trusted!"
Okay, so she pulled that last bit out of her ass, but she hoped he didn't know that. he took a deep breath and shook his head, then gave her a smile;
"Okay, okay... I'll take a flower."
"Ahhh... you won't regret it!"
She said as she plucked a fine yellow flower from her basket and held it out to him as he fiddled with a pouch. Removing a hand, he exchanged its contents for the the plant. She gave him a smile, and then decided to see how far she could take this;
"You know, if you really wanted to increase your luck, you could buy another flower. What better way to make your life easier than by showing the world that you love flowers by having more than one with you? In-fact, I'm sure that if you had many flowers, even the most paranoid of people would give you a chance!"
"... I think I'll take my chances with just the one, if you don't mind."
He said, turning away from her, then started to walk off. Frowning, she decided to trail behind him, trying to convince him;
"But sir, don't you want an easy ice breaker? Can you really afford to put yourself into the hands of fate so completely? Surely you can spare some more Gems..."
He seemed to pay her no mind.
"You really don't care that people will look at you with distrust? You really don't care that people may not even look your way?"
Again, he seemed to pay her no mind. She could feel the chance had already passed, and she sighed heavily, trying one last tactic...
"Fine... go ahead and walk off... leave me and my poor, sick mother to starve like everybody else today because you refused to part with a few measly Gems... what does our lives matter in the grand scheme of things..."
Her voice was filled with sorrow as she looked down at the ground, as if she were crying, and to complete it, she sniffled a few times. Feeling a pang of guilt, he stopped and turned around, then looked at her. He studied her for a few moments, trying to see if she was lying to him, to see if hse was manipulating him in some way. Of course, Milin didn't know that, and she went on;
"I tried so hard to get you to buy my flowers without having to resort to begging, I wanted to keep my pride intact, but I'm desperate now. My mother has been ill for so long now, I scraped together whatever I could for a doctor, and he told me that, if she can get enough to eat to build up her strength, she could get better again. But... we could barely afford to feed ourselves before, and now that she's sick, I'm the only one that's left to make money...
I don't want her to die... she's all I have left in the world..."
It as a true sob story, something that would really tug at your heartstrings. It was something that you couldn't say no to, that you couldn't deny or ignore. The man wasn't sure whether or not to actually believe her... so he decided to test her;
"Okay... I'll buy your entire basket full, if you let me have sex with you."
She looked up at him quickly, her eyes wide in utter shock, her face a tad pale.
"W-w-w-what...?"
She says with an equally shocked tone.
"In exchange for buying your entire baskets worth of flowers, you let me have sex with you. That way your mother gets food, you get food, an empty basket and I get a little something I've been needing for a while now."
He said it rather bluntly and to the point, showing no interest in trying to hide the fact. It was all part of his plan, though... if she was sincere, then she'd accept and he'd tell her to forget his request, but if she was lying, she'd reject him outright. He wasn't took keen on the prospect of being ripped off by a false sob story, no matter how convincing she was.
"I.. I..."
She stumbles over her words. She wants to scream at him, to call him a sick bastard, to kick him in the stomach for even thinking something like that... but she was actually rather desperate. She hoped that it would never come to this, she decided to sell flowers just so she WOULDN'T have to resort to such a thing, but... she was so hungry, and this could have been the only chance for her to sell out her entire batch today.
"We're burning sunlight here."
He says, trying to hurry her along, seemingly he had places to be, people to see, things to get done.
"... Does it... have to be sex...? Couldn't I just... use my hands or something?"
She speaks softly as she looks to the ground again, too ashamed at swallowing her pride, too disguested by the fact that he wanted to do such a think to look directly at him
To look beyond the clean streets, to venture deeper into the city was to meet the true face of Loire, and it wasn't a pretty sight. The poor masses were kept away from the clean, glossy front image, huddled together in decomposing buildings in slums, and some weren't even that lucky. There was almost no way for them to even put their pride aside and beg, what with their heartless King's own soldiers patrolling the streets, with orders to kill those who would dare show the truth behind the lies.
But, there was a single way... those who were deemed "unoffensive to the public image" were allowed to walk about with generally little hassle. While some sold little trinkets that they could find or steal, a majority of them sold flowers, which were plentiful in the countryside. It was low risk, very low overhead... it was all profit, really, and to top it off, they were almost always women, knowing that a pretty face and a sweet voice would often sway people into purchasing their little multicolored plant wares.
The best "target", as one could say were men. If he happened to be with a woman, all the better, as they often spend more on flowers for the lady in question, but a single man was just as fine... perhaps better, in a way. It was easy to beguile a man and get him to lose rational thought if the girl was beautiful or attractive... a bit of flirting could go a long way to emptying his pockets and her flower basket at the same time, and by the time he came to the conclusion that it was all a ruse, she would be long gone. Sure, it was a little dishonest, but in these times, it could mean the difference between eating for the day or going hungry. It was an obvious choice, and for many, it was the only way they could survive without resorting to... more shameful means.
For Milin, who had grown up desperately poor in the slums, it was the only way she could live with herself. She was a beautiful young woman with bright green eyes, her long hair a fiery red hue, which seemed to gleam in the bright sun. Her hair was her pride, it showed that despite being poor, despite being looked down upon the rich as trash, she always kept it neat and clean, her way of showing the world that she would always seek to better herself, to show just how determined she was to pull herself out of her pathetic lot in life.
Her worn, black shoes were hidden beneath a long, flowing blue dress, its color long since starting to fade. It was one of the few articles of clothing she owned, it belonged to her mother, and like her hair, she took pride in her appearance, always making sure it was as clean as she could manage, she always took the best smelling flowers she could fine and tucked them into her dress, giving her a pleasing scent.
She may have been "garbage", but she'd be damned if she smelled like it.
Today was like any day for her, she was making her normal rounds in the town square. It was a beautiful place, really, lots of benches to sit and admire the natural beauty around them. The ground was lined with beautifully decorated tiles, freeing people from the worry of "ruining" their shoes by having to get them dirty. At the center of the square was an immense stone water fountain filled with crystal clear water with several statues of goddesses or some such within the pool holding pots from which water poured.
It was a slow day, she had barely sold anything. She sighed heavily and took a moment to rest on a bench, she was a bit tired and like always, hungry. Even in this place, the scent of the local bakeries was prevalent, and with a gust of wind, her nose picked up the scent of something tasty, making her stomach growl. With a frown, she came to the realization that she would more than likely go hungry this day... unless a miracle occurred.
"Not like that'll happen, though..."
She mumbled to herself as she looked to the ground, staring at one of the tiles. It wasn't fair, really. The city could somehow afford to maintain these damned slabs of rock, and yet so many here were so very poor. If they had actually used that money to feed people like her, then maybe, just maybe they wouldn't need to put on such a pretty facade to hide their shame, to hide the fact that there were hundreds of miserable souls in the shadows, slowly starving to death...
Deep in thought, the sounds of water and birds chirping were all she could hear... but then another sound came into the fray, a sound that broke her out of her own little world...
The sound of footsteps. Very heavy foot steps, they were boots. Looking up, her eyes caught sight of a blond man as he walked away from her, then stopped at the fountain. He looked a tad bit dirty, but one look at his clothing told her that he wasn't from Loire... and the fact that he was not only wearing a cloak, but also carrying a satchel pretty much told her that he was a traveler... and that he must have come through the desert from the east.
Getting to her feet immediately, she grabbed her basket and started to walk toward him. She instantly decided to butter him up, to sweet talk him... it wouldn't take much, especially since he had come from atleast a months travel, if not longer, most likely being without the company of a woman the whole time. This would be easy...
"Pardon me, sir, but can I interest you in a flower?"
She asked, coming to a halt mere feet from him. He turned his head to her and blinked a few times, as if slightly confused, or perhaps he just found it odd...
"They're really very lovely, don't you think? They're freshly cut, too not even an hour ago, they won't wilt for a long while."
She askes, lifting the basket up to meet his eyes. He glanced at them, and then simply nodded. She had the feeling he wasn't very interested in what she had to say, she had to step it up a bit;
"They can add a certain charm and bright quality to your already fine person, I've noticed that people will greet you warmly when they see you with a flower... oh, and they make a perfect gift for somebody special in your life! And even if you don't have anybody here now, you never can be sure when the angel of love may strike... and what better way to make a first impression than by giving her flowers?"
He blinked a few more times and made a "hmmm" sound, as if he were thinking it over. She could taste the sale, not to mention the food it could buy... she decided to go for the hook;
"Yes, for mere 5 Gems, you can buy a flower, and for 50 gems, I'll even specially arrange a nice bouquet of my finest flowers. You won't find a price that rivals that anywhere else in Loire, I assure you!"
"Well... it does sound like a rather fine deal."
He finally spoke, breaking his long held silence. She almost burst into a smile right then and there, she was so sure she had made a sale, but then he spoke up again;
"But, I'll have to say no. I have nobody special in my life... and with all my traveling, I need all the money I can get, so I can't afford to spend it on something like flowers."
Milin was crushed. She assumed he'd atleast buy a single flower from her, atleast it would put her that much closer to getting something to eat, to get her through one more day... but instead of dissolving into sorrow, she renewed her efforts to get a sale;
"But sir, surely 5 Gems won't put you out too much, especially when you consider the positive effects it can have on your life. People will see you in a different light, you'll be seen as kind and gentle, allowing them to trust you more easily, it's perfect for a first impression!"
"Look, I'm sorry bu-"
"How can you afford not to increase your chances of people taking a kinder stance with you, especially when you're visiting strange and different lands? You have no experience with these new places, you don't know how the people will treat you, but a flower is the universe symbol that you can be trusted!"
Okay, so she pulled that last bit out of her ass, but she hoped he didn't know that. he took a deep breath and shook his head, then gave her a smile;
"Okay, okay... I'll take a flower."
"Ahhh... you won't regret it!"
She said as she plucked a fine yellow flower from her basket and held it out to him as he fiddled with a pouch. Removing a hand, he exchanged its contents for the the plant. She gave him a smile, and then decided to see how far she could take this;
"You know, if you really wanted to increase your luck, you could buy another flower. What better way to make your life easier than by showing the world that you love flowers by having more than one with you? In-fact, I'm sure that if you had many flowers, even the most paranoid of people would give you a chance!"
"... I think I'll take my chances with just the one, if you don't mind."
He said, turning away from her, then started to walk off. Frowning, she decided to trail behind him, trying to convince him;
"But sir, don't you want an easy ice breaker? Can you really afford to put yourself into the hands of fate so completely? Surely you can spare some more Gems..."
He seemed to pay her no mind.
"You really don't care that people will look at you with distrust? You really don't care that people may not even look your way?"
Again, he seemed to pay her no mind. She could feel the chance had already passed, and she sighed heavily, trying one last tactic...
"Fine... go ahead and walk off... leave me and my poor, sick mother to starve like everybody else today because you refused to part with a few measly Gems... what does our lives matter in the grand scheme of things..."
Her voice was filled with sorrow as she looked down at the ground, as if she were crying, and to complete it, she sniffled a few times. Feeling a pang of guilt, he stopped and turned around, then looked at her. He studied her for a few moments, trying to see if she was lying to him, to see if hse was manipulating him in some way. Of course, Milin didn't know that, and she went on;
"I tried so hard to get you to buy my flowers without having to resort to begging, I wanted to keep my pride intact, but I'm desperate now. My mother has been ill for so long now, I scraped together whatever I could for a doctor, and he told me that, if she can get enough to eat to build up her strength, she could get better again. But... we could barely afford to feed ourselves before, and now that she's sick, I'm the only one that's left to make money...
I don't want her to die... she's all I have left in the world..."
It as a true sob story, something that would really tug at your heartstrings. It was something that you couldn't say no to, that you couldn't deny or ignore. The man wasn't sure whether or not to actually believe her... so he decided to test her;
"Okay... I'll buy your entire basket full, if you let me have sex with you."
She looked up at him quickly, her eyes wide in utter shock, her face a tad pale.
"W-w-w-what...?"
She says with an equally shocked tone.
"In exchange for buying your entire baskets worth of flowers, you let me have sex with you. That way your mother gets food, you get food, an empty basket and I get a little something I've been needing for a while now."
He said it rather bluntly and to the point, showing no interest in trying to hide the fact. It was all part of his plan, though... if she was sincere, then she'd accept and he'd tell her to forget his request, but if she was lying, she'd reject him outright. He wasn't took keen on the prospect of being ripped off by a false sob story, no matter how convincing she was.
"I.. I..."
She stumbles over her words. She wants to scream at him, to call him a sick bastard, to kick him in the stomach for even thinking something like that... but she was actually rather desperate. She hoped that it would never come to this, she decided to sell flowers just so she WOULDN'T have to resort to such a thing, but... she was so hungry, and this could have been the only chance for her to sell out her entire batch today.
"We're burning sunlight here."
He says, trying to hurry her along, seemingly he had places to be, people to see, things to get done.
"... Does it... have to be sex...? Couldn't I just... use my hands or something?"
She speaks softly as she looks to the ground again, too ashamed at swallowing her pride, too disguested by the fact that he wanted to do such a think to look directly at him
Friday, May 09, 2008
Sandship, Part I
Stranded in the desert with her two companions, the girl named Purim didn't think things could get worse, even as they walked for hours under the oppressive sun, their bodies on the verge of collapse, their throats and tongues feeling as dry as the desert sands. When the hope for rescue came into sight in the form of a sandship, she thought she would be safe.
Instead she and her companions were labeled as spies of the Empire and pulled apart, their weapons and armor taken from them under threat of superior numbers. Her friends, if one could call them as such were used as slave labor, one forced to service the engines, the other forced into servicing the crew via cooking their meals. As for her... she was pulled along by an arrogant little man by the name of Morie.
Her role, she was sure, was to be forced into servicing him... regardless of how she felt about it. She kicked, screamed and dragged her heels to be sure, but the soldiers on board paid her no mind, and if they did all they gave her was a pity glance. They were cowards in armor, if they couldn't stand up to a little man in armor who just so happened to be the grandson of their true commanding officer when it came to something as horrific as rape, then how could they hope to stand up to the power of the Empire?
Forced into a cramped little room with little more than a desk, a few chairs and a bookshelf, along with the man, she felt her stomach turn. It grew worse when he commanded soldiers to guard the door from the outside, and then locked the door itself. She trembled slightly as he came closer; she was a spunky little thing, a warrior born of fighting monsters... but that was with a bow, a lance or atleast a whip! Without any weapons... she was little better than a helpless village girl who was being preyed upon by an armed soldier.
What was she going to do...?
Instead she and her companions were labeled as spies of the Empire and pulled apart, their weapons and armor taken from them under threat of superior numbers. Her friends, if one could call them as such were used as slave labor, one forced to service the engines, the other forced into servicing the crew via cooking their meals. As for her... she was pulled along by an arrogant little man by the name of Morie.
Her role, she was sure, was to be forced into servicing him... regardless of how she felt about it. She kicked, screamed and dragged her heels to be sure, but the soldiers on board paid her no mind, and if they did all they gave her was a pity glance. They were cowards in armor, if they couldn't stand up to a little man in armor who just so happened to be the grandson of their true commanding officer when it came to something as horrific as rape, then how could they hope to stand up to the power of the Empire?
Forced into a cramped little room with little more than a desk, a few chairs and a bookshelf, along with the man, she felt her stomach turn. It grew worse when he commanded soldiers to guard the door from the outside, and then locked the door itself. She trembled slightly as he came closer; she was a spunky little thing, a warrior born of fighting monsters... but that was with a bow, a lance or atleast a whip! Without any weapons... she was little better than a helpless village girl who was being preyed upon by an armed soldier.
What was she going to do...?
A Possible Final Meeting, Part I: Mana Knight's Legacy
"Mana Knight, you've come to me, as expected."
She spoke, her tone soft and gentle, almost motherly in a sense. He expected her to be angry, to blame him for failing, but she knew he tried his best. Considering his age, she didn't even thing he could have made it this far, or grown into the man she saw before her. She smiled at him, as if to put him as ease.
"You've done very well so far, young one... and even now, there is hope for the world. You needn't blame yourself for not being able to stop the rise of the fortress, you did all that you could, more than I could ever expect from you."
He felt a horrible weight lift from him with that, but he still felt guilty for failing to stop this, from putting the world at risk.
"Luka... what can be done? The seals have been broken, Mana is vanishing... the sword, I can't feel its power.
She spoke, her tone soft and gentle, almost motherly in a sense. He expected her to be angry, to blame him for failing, but she knew he tried his best. Considering his age, she didn't even thing he could have made it this far, or grown into the man she saw before her. She smiled at him, as if to put him as ease.
"You've done very well so far, young one... and even now, there is hope for the world. You needn't blame yourself for not being able to stop the rise of the fortress, you did all that you could, more than I could ever expect from you."
He felt a horrible weight lift from him with that, but he still felt guilty for failing to stop this, from putting the world at risk.
"Luka... what can be done? The seals have been broken, Mana is vanishing... the sword, I can't feel its power.
A Possible Final Meeting, Part I: Arrival At The Palace
The Mana Fortress hovered silently in the sky, the remaining sea water flowing like a river from its outer shell down toward the ocean below. The sky began to darken as thick clouds blocked the sun from sight, the gleam of the never rusting, ultra durable alloy that comprised its outer armor fading. The clouds began to crackle with energy as the Mana of the world began to drain, nature was being thrown out of balance.
The boy who had become a man named Randi, the girl who forced her way into his company and grew to be his friend named Purim and the sprite child whose gender was unknown even to its comrades named Popoie watched it all in awe and terror upon the back of the multi-winged dragon they called Flammie. Despite wanting to flee from the terror of the ancient past it maintained its altitude close by, flying in a large lazy circle.
Lightning churned within the cloud, multiple bolts struck the fortress dead on but it didn't shudder, it didn't seem to be effected at all. But then it lurched to life all of a sudden, its form being engulfed in light. A loud, mechanical noise that they'd never heard before came into being... and then a volley of weapons fire surged forth from the immense weapon of death. Deftly it was evaded, but then another came, followed by more and more. Each became harder to dodge, the dragon scared by such unfamiliar energy based weapons.
Quickly it fled from the fortress, flying with all possible speed... but it didn't follow them, and if it were then it must have been incredibly slow. Regardless the boy knew where he had to go; the Water Palace to see Sage Luka. He commanded the beast and it flew, as if knowing where exactly to go... perhaps, even now, as Mana was vanishing it could sense what little power was left in the Seed of Water.
Arriving some time later the dragon landed and let off its passengers, but instead of going back to the sky it remained on the ground, as if frightened by the thunder and lightning. The four of them headed toward the palace but Flammie halted before entering the water and remained as the three moved into the small pond. It was colder than normal, and it felt wrong; it just remained still, it didn't move, it didn't flow... there was something off about it that didn't feel natural.
They entered the Palace itself, all seemed to be as it always had been, physically... but the sound of flowing water was gone, as was the energy of the area. It felt dead and lifeless, there was no presence, no feeling of warmth, no inviting nature. Mana was gone, and with it so was the feeling of safety, of belonging, of being welcome. They crossed the bridge that had been extended for them, as if Luka was expecting their presence; they were the only passages in and out of the inner area... it was a good thing that they were mechanical and not Mana based.
Finally, they were within the heart of the palace, and the eyes of the boy, the man... the Mana Knight were met with the form of Luka. She stood before the altar on which the seed rested and when his eyes rose her eyes locked with his own. She knew he'd come to her for advice, and he knew she would be waiting for him.
There was much to come from this, perhaps their final meeting...
The boy who had become a man named Randi, the girl who forced her way into his company and grew to be his friend named Purim and the sprite child whose gender was unknown even to its comrades named Popoie watched it all in awe and terror upon the back of the multi-winged dragon they called Flammie. Despite wanting to flee from the terror of the ancient past it maintained its altitude close by, flying in a large lazy circle.
Lightning churned within the cloud, multiple bolts struck the fortress dead on but it didn't shudder, it didn't seem to be effected at all. But then it lurched to life all of a sudden, its form being engulfed in light. A loud, mechanical noise that they'd never heard before came into being... and then a volley of weapons fire surged forth from the immense weapon of death. Deftly it was evaded, but then another came, followed by more and more. Each became harder to dodge, the dragon scared by such unfamiliar energy based weapons.
Quickly it fled from the fortress, flying with all possible speed... but it didn't follow them, and if it were then it must have been incredibly slow. Regardless the boy knew where he had to go; the Water Palace to see Sage Luka. He commanded the beast and it flew, as if knowing where exactly to go... perhaps, even now, as Mana was vanishing it could sense what little power was left in the Seed of Water.
Arriving some time later the dragon landed and let off its passengers, but instead of going back to the sky it remained on the ground, as if frightened by the thunder and lightning. The four of them headed toward the palace but Flammie halted before entering the water and remained as the three moved into the small pond. It was colder than normal, and it felt wrong; it just remained still, it didn't move, it didn't flow... there was something off about it that didn't feel natural.
They entered the Palace itself, all seemed to be as it always had been, physically... but the sound of flowing water was gone, as was the energy of the area. It felt dead and lifeless, there was no presence, no feeling of warmth, no inviting nature. Mana was gone, and with it so was the feeling of safety, of belonging, of being welcome. They crossed the bridge that had been extended for them, as if Luka was expecting their presence; they were the only passages in and out of the inner area... it was a good thing that they were mechanical and not Mana based.
Finally, they were within the heart of the palace, and the eyes of the boy, the man... the Mana Knight were met with the form of Luka. She stood before the altar on which the seed rested and when his eyes rose her eyes locked with his own. She knew he'd come to her for advice, and he knew she would be waiting for him.
There was much to come from this, perhaps their final meeting...
Ipa's Shop Of Sexual Delights
Ipa's Palace Shop. By its very name, one would except it to be a massive shop, filled with all manner of wonderful treasures from all over the world, from the most humble of herbs to weapons fit for the bravest of warriors to jewels fit for a king. Instead, as Armond, the half Human, half Vampire Dark Wizard found out, it was anything but what one would expect.
It wasn't exactly a palace, it was much smaller than Klantol and even the one belonging to Wizari. It was a small mansion, really, and it wasn't exactly a shop, either... well, most of it wasn't, anyway. He had fought his way through several floors and rooms, filled with countless monsters, many of which he remembered from Wizari's place, and for a while, he thought the rumors of this place being a shop were false, perhaps Wizari had somehow survived their battle and set up 'shop' here in an attempt to lure him out...
... of course, that idea was killed when he finally made it to the very top floor of the mansion itself, and came across the actual shop. It was way smaller than he was expecting, it really was such a let down. But, it was still larger than the one Irma, the item shop owner in Klantol owned and operated.
She was the reason he came here, so worried by the idea that somebody was out to shut her down, what with the fact that in the leaflet itself, it made reference to her shop directly. He wouldn't have even come, if it weren't for her having a very... persuasive tongue and the back up support of two cute little daughters.
But, considering the size of the place, and the fact that he had to fight his way through monster after monster, floor after floor, he concluded that this place wasn't a threat to anybody... except for foolish adventures that came expecting something great and ended up being chewed on by giant rats because they were expecting swarms of them.
She kneeled in-front of him, licking her lips softly. Her cheeks were a slight shade of pink as she looked up at him, her eyes telling him what was to come. Her slender hands grabbed hold of the top of her low cut, tight red dress and, slowly, she peeled it from her body, reveal her immense breasts. As the material is pulled over them, it pushes them upward, making them seem even bigger.
She moans softly as the tight fabric drags across her hard, pink little nipples... and then, without waring, the dress comes free from her chest, causing those massive mammaries to bounce and sway freely. The very sight makes the Dark Wizard gasp in shock and amazement, failing to blink for long periods of time.
"Mmmm... if you like that little show, I'm sure you'll just love this next part..."
She says in a low voice as she grabs for his robe. Pulling it away from his body, those hands dart under it... and, with a loud groan, she finds his stiff penis... albeit through his pants. With a sly grin, she softly strokes his manhood, she was always the type of woman that loved to make a man moan and groan, to drive him wild so that, when they finally did the deed, he'd give her all he had.
Quickly, her hands slip up to his belt and, a few moments later, his belt is undone... and then, a few moments later, they're inside of his pants. Her right has wrapped itself around his hard as rock man meat while her left hand finds itself cradling his balls, gently squeezing them, causing him to groan softly.
"My, my... is it just my imagination, or are you getting bigger and harder by the second?"
She asks with a smirk, knowing full well the answer. She can feel him throbbing in her hand, she can feel his pulse as more and more blood flows into his ridged flesh spear. He's get ever closer to being ready... only a little while longer... and then, much to her pleasure, she feel a warm fluid running onto her fingers... it's his precum. Looking up at him with a lustful gleam, she smiles, causing himto swallow hard. They both know what's going to happen now.
Quickly, she lets go of his balls and pulls his pants away, freeing his diamond hard rod for all the world to see. Licking her lips once, she dives forward, causing him to cry out as she literally consumes his cock, driving it deep into her throat, her lips forming a tight seal around him. Her tongue snakes its way around his shafting, causing him to moan as it runs over his skin while her head bobs up and down.
His hands reach out and grab a hold of her head, his fingers moving into her deep blue hair as her bobbing comes to a halt with nothing but the head of his dick in her mouth. And while he's moaning like a bitch and loving the attention her tongue and mouth are giving it, especially the way her tongue is pushing against the slit, he wants to feel her throat moving on him again.
He tries to force her to move again, but he finds that she's too strong and he's just too weak... he's at her mercy.
It wasn't exactly a palace, it was much smaller than Klantol and even the one belonging to Wizari. It was a small mansion, really, and it wasn't exactly a shop, either... well, most of it wasn't, anyway. He had fought his way through several floors and rooms, filled with countless monsters, many of which he remembered from Wizari's place, and for a while, he thought the rumors of this place being a shop were false, perhaps Wizari had somehow survived their battle and set up 'shop' here in an attempt to lure him out...
... of course, that idea was killed when he finally made it to the very top floor of the mansion itself, and came across the actual shop. It was way smaller than he was expecting, it really was such a let down. But, it was still larger than the one Irma, the item shop owner in Klantol owned and operated.
She was the reason he came here, so worried by the idea that somebody was out to shut her down, what with the fact that in the leaflet itself, it made reference to her shop directly. He wouldn't have even come, if it weren't for her having a very... persuasive tongue and the back up support of two cute little daughters.
But, considering the size of the place, and the fact that he had to fight his way through monster after monster, floor after floor, he concluded that this place wasn't a threat to anybody... except for foolish adventures that came expecting something great and ended up being chewed on by giant rats because they were expecting swarms of them.
She kneeled in-front of him, licking her lips softly. Her cheeks were a slight shade of pink as she looked up at him, her eyes telling him what was to come. Her slender hands grabbed hold of the top of her low cut, tight red dress and, slowly, she peeled it from her body, reveal her immense breasts. As the material is pulled over them, it pushes them upward, making them seem even bigger.
She moans softly as the tight fabric drags across her hard, pink little nipples... and then, without waring, the dress comes free from her chest, causing those massive mammaries to bounce and sway freely. The very sight makes the Dark Wizard gasp in shock and amazement, failing to blink for long periods of time.
"Mmmm... if you like that little show, I'm sure you'll just love this next part..."
She says in a low voice as she grabs for his robe. Pulling it away from his body, those hands dart under it... and, with a loud groan, she finds his stiff penis... albeit through his pants. With a sly grin, she softly strokes his manhood, she was always the type of woman that loved to make a man moan and groan, to drive him wild so that, when they finally did the deed, he'd give her all he had.
Quickly, her hands slip up to his belt and, a few moments later, his belt is undone... and then, a few moments later, they're inside of his pants. Her right has wrapped itself around his hard as rock man meat while her left hand finds itself cradling his balls, gently squeezing them, causing him to groan softly.
"My, my... is it just my imagination, or are you getting bigger and harder by the second?"
She asks with a smirk, knowing full well the answer. She can feel him throbbing in her hand, she can feel his pulse as more and more blood flows into his ridged flesh spear. He's get ever closer to being ready... only a little while longer... and then, much to her pleasure, she feel a warm fluid running onto her fingers... it's his precum. Looking up at him with a lustful gleam, she smiles, causing himto swallow hard. They both know what's going to happen now.
Quickly, she lets go of his balls and pulls his pants away, freeing his diamond hard rod for all the world to see. Licking her lips once, she dives forward, causing him to cry out as she literally consumes his cock, driving it deep into her throat, her lips forming a tight seal around him. Her tongue snakes its way around his shafting, causing him to moan as it runs over his skin while her head bobs up and down.
His hands reach out and grab a hold of her head, his fingers moving into her deep blue hair as her bobbing comes to a halt with nothing but the head of his dick in her mouth. And while he's moaning like a bitch and loving the attention her tongue and mouth are giving it, especially the way her tongue is pushing against the slit, he wants to feel her throat moving on him again.
He tries to force her to move again, but he finds that she's too strong and he's just too weak... he's at her mercy.
Bi For A Night
"Ahhh..."
Michiru mewled softly as his hands grabbed two decent handfuls of breasts from behind, squeezing and fondling them roughly. His fingers pinched her hardening nipples and ground them against the fabric of her thin top; she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. She pressed her back against his chest, firm little ass against his crotch; she could feel the hardness there already, and it seemed to only get harder with her movements.
"Oh... oh God... this is... this is..."
She was having a hard time speaking, her words being drowned out by the moans; her breasts were always so very sensitive. But then, the roughness he was giving her, so much more than what she could have gotten from her normal lover, Haruka. Even if her partner liked to play the part of the man much of the time in their private and public lives, there were just some things Haruka couldn't do...
... like have really, really strong and large hands. Hands that could hold the whole of a tits with ease, hands that could maul her tender flesh and nipples, hands that could be incredibly rough, give her pleasure in a way that others would find only pain in. For the first time a man was getting her worked up, her pussy was already soaking through her small lace panties, her ass ground against him with conscious effort instead of just mere reaction to the pleasure she was getting.
"Ah... yes... rough... rougher..."
Her voice was being lost in a sea of moaning and mewling, but he heard it loud enough. He squeezed her soft, creamy white tits even harder as he played with them. Her back arched in pleasure, forcing her chest out as if to give him more to grab as her ass was thrust backwards, firm buttocks ever pressing against the hardness in his pants.
Haruka sat and watched from afar as her lover was being molested by a man, while her lover was enjoying the touch of a member of a gender whom she claimed would never excite her. Haruka had to smile a little, her plan was going off without a hitch; but the pleasure she got out of it was tempered by jealousy. Still, that didn't stop the tall blond from feeling a warmth in her crotch as she watched, being aroused by the sight and sound.
Before she knew it, Haruka's hand found its way to her crotch, dipping into her panties. She hit her lower lip so as to not make a noise; she would rather listen to the noises Michiru and her new lover were making than hear her own mewlings and moans. The very sight of the two was driving her crazy with lust; this must have been what it felt like to watch herself and Michiru together, this feeling of lust and jealousy.
She almost wanted to join in... almost. But then that would ruin the fun for Michiru; two women competeing for one dick was hardly fair for the green haired girl, for even if she was the more feminine of the two, Haruka could have easily dominated and taken control. And she knew that he really only wanted Michiru...
Haruka gasped suddenly, a finger sinking deep inside of her wet love canal out of reaction to what was happening, so suddenly and out of the blue; Michiru was on her knees before her lucky man toy, facing toward him, head level with his crotch and her hands unleashing the demon that lived within the confines of his pants. Michiru yelped and Haruka had to bite her lip harder to keep from making a sound as his dick sprang forth and hit Michiru in the face, leaving a sticky blot of precum on her cheek.
Michiru trembled as her hands touched it, it was the first living cock she'd ever seen so close up, much less held. It was easily eight inches long and a few thick, a true monster even compared to the dildos that Haruka had unleashed on her ass and pussy in their private moments. She could feel his pulse in the beast, the blood pumped into it without a moments break, making it harder; it was ready for some action.
Michiru looked up at him, her pretty little face fire red and her cheek slightly damp; her eyes asked the obvious question, for even if she never interacted with the real thing she had sucked a dildo before, mostly because Haruka found it hot for her to felicitate a phallic object. He grinned down at her and placed a hand on the back of her head, nudging her forward slightly; that was all the answer he would give and all the answer she would need.
She opened her mouth slowly, licking her lips so as to ensure an easy passage --easy being used lightly, as even with a lubed mouth it would be a very tight fit--
Michiru mewled softly as his hands grabbed two decent handfuls of breasts from behind, squeezing and fondling them roughly. His fingers pinched her hardening nipples and ground them against the fabric of her thin top; she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. She pressed her back against his chest, firm little ass against his crotch; she could feel the hardness there already, and it seemed to only get harder with her movements.
"Oh... oh God... this is... this is..."
She was having a hard time speaking, her words being drowned out by the moans; her breasts were always so very sensitive. But then, the roughness he was giving her, so much more than what she could have gotten from her normal lover, Haruka. Even if her partner liked to play the part of the man much of the time in their private and public lives, there were just some things Haruka couldn't do...
... like have really, really strong and large hands. Hands that could hold the whole of a tits with ease, hands that could maul her tender flesh and nipples, hands that could be incredibly rough, give her pleasure in a way that others would find only pain in. For the first time a man was getting her worked up, her pussy was already soaking through her small lace panties, her ass ground against him with conscious effort instead of just mere reaction to the pleasure she was getting.
"Ah... yes... rough... rougher..."
Her voice was being lost in a sea of moaning and mewling, but he heard it loud enough. He squeezed her soft, creamy white tits even harder as he played with them. Her back arched in pleasure, forcing her chest out as if to give him more to grab as her ass was thrust backwards, firm buttocks ever pressing against the hardness in his pants.
Haruka sat and watched from afar as her lover was being molested by a man, while her lover was enjoying the touch of a member of a gender whom she claimed would never excite her. Haruka had to smile a little, her plan was going off without a hitch; but the pleasure she got out of it was tempered by jealousy. Still, that didn't stop the tall blond from feeling a warmth in her crotch as she watched, being aroused by the sight and sound.
Before she knew it, Haruka's hand found its way to her crotch, dipping into her panties. She hit her lower lip so as to not make a noise; she would rather listen to the noises Michiru and her new lover were making than hear her own mewlings and moans. The very sight of the two was driving her crazy with lust; this must have been what it felt like to watch herself and Michiru together, this feeling of lust and jealousy.
She almost wanted to join in... almost. But then that would ruin the fun for Michiru; two women competeing for one dick was hardly fair for the green haired girl, for even if she was the more feminine of the two, Haruka could have easily dominated and taken control. And she knew that he really only wanted Michiru...
Haruka gasped suddenly, a finger sinking deep inside of her wet love canal out of reaction to what was happening, so suddenly and out of the blue; Michiru was on her knees before her lucky man toy, facing toward him, head level with his crotch and her hands unleashing the demon that lived within the confines of his pants. Michiru yelped and Haruka had to bite her lip harder to keep from making a sound as his dick sprang forth and hit Michiru in the face, leaving a sticky blot of precum on her cheek.
Michiru trembled as her hands touched it, it was the first living cock she'd ever seen so close up, much less held. It was easily eight inches long and a few thick, a true monster even compared to the dildos that Haruka had unleashed on her ass and pussy in their private moments. She could feel his pulse in the beast, the blood pumped into it without a moments break, making it harder; it was ready for some action.
Michiru looked up at him, her pretty little face fire red and her cheek slightly damp; her eyes asked the obvious question, for even if she never interacted with the real thing she had sucked a dildo before, mostly because Haruka found it hot for her to felicitate a phallic object. He grinned down at her and placed a hand on the back of her head, nudging her forward slightly; that was all the answer he would give and all the answer she would need.
She opened her mouth slowly, licking her lips so as to ensure an easy passage --easy being used lightly, as even with a lubed mouth it would be a very tight fit--
Cauldron
It was a void, an area that was neither in one dimension or another. To enter into it was to become something different, something beyond the limits of the universe they knew. The original shape and form was lost, all that remained was the soul, the essence of the being boiled down to its purest form; a glittering, gem like structure called a Star Seed.
It is here that all things return, it is here that all things come. People often speak of promised lands, of places where one goes after death, be it a paradise or a pit of eternal damnation; this is the origin of these legends and myths. Be it by force or will, when all things die, they return here, to face a rebirth.
Even the universe as it is known, in all its size and splendor is not immune to the power this place holds; when the time comes, it too will collapse into here, its very center. It will flow into this place, it will lose all shape, all form, all reality and be reborn into a new universe, with new possibilities. It has been so for an infinite number of times, and so shall it for an infinite number of times in the future.
Here, good and evil are at an inverse to the universe beyond itself, it is here that balance for the whole of reality that it is the heart of is preserved and maintained. If the universe is evil, it will give birth to good, and if the universe is good, evil will be reborn. The force these agents of balance take are either hailed as heroes or scorned as vile villains... but, the title they take is always the same; Sailor Senshi
Yes, from this place are born the seeds of the Senshi, be they good or evil. They are forever destined to be in opposition of the one who can transcend the death and rebirth of the universe, they will forever be locked in a war with the first child of this place, the one who is forever meant to shape the principles of the universe itself.
Chaos, a name scorned or beloved at an inverse to the Senshi, the being so hated in the current universe... it is this being who is at the very heart of all this. From the children of its many parts, the Crystals who forged the galaxies and gave rise to life, its nature will show itself; for if the beings it created are good or evil, so too will it become.
From that moment forward, the Sailor Senshi born of this so called promised land will be in direct opposition of Chaos, and its agents. They will seek to cease the existence of Chaos, a goal that can never be fulfilled; but the quest to do so will keep balance in the universe until its dying days.
But even so, there are times when the balance is disturbed, and the universe must end, lest it become a mockery. For in this way, Chaos will become the herald for the ends times; it will come to this center of all things, return to the womb that gave it birth and take what it wishes for the most; the power of a Sailor Senshi.
Yes, in this way, Sailor Chaos, the Herald of Destruction will be born! Chaos will take upon itself a true, physical form; she will be a Sailor Senshi, one that should never exist; composed of both the will of good and evil, she will be a contradiction to the law of reality. From her hands will come light and darkness, her very soul twisting and churning. Her power will tear the fabric of all things asunder as she wages her war upon those that would oppose her... until, finally, balance is disturbed enough for control to be lost.
The good and evil in her will stir, the dominate force in the universe will seek to devour the other half, and from this act she will scream; it will be the death knell of the universe. The very fabric of reality will distort, matter will seem to rupture in all directions as the universe tears itself apart, indeed matter will cease to exist, enough to start the Big Crunch.
Herself torn apart by this, Sailor Chaos will die, and Chaos will once again be itself, but also not itself. It will know the error of its way, it will come to realize that it must return to the heart of the universe, to the womb once more. But, as the universe collapses, it will not return for power, but for salvation of all things.
All souls of all things will return to the center, all the Crystals that comprise the true self of Chaos will return. Combining and merging, they will make Chaos whole once more... its memories of infitine universes past shall return. As the universe comes crashing down around it, Chaos will renew the Crystals, the souls; they will become neutral, their will reset. As the universe cries in death, Chaos will tear itself apart with all its might.
In the instant the universe dies, Chaos will become one with the heart, and thus shall see the death... and the rebirth. In the moment of the next Big Bang, Chaos will spread its seeds, the Crystals amongst the newly birthed reality to become the hearts of the new galaxies. They will seed life with neutral souls, to gain a will of their own.
Thus, good and evil will rise, and the dominate one will be decided not by fate or the hand of a god, but by their own hearts and impulses. With this, Chaos will reform in a partial form, its outlook reflecting the dominance of its children and the need for balance will once more rise as a sea of pleas for help.
The heart of reality, its existence called so many things but always known simply as The Cauldron will answer these pleas... it will give birth to Star Seeds of great power and importance; Sailor Crystals, the very essence of a Sailor Senshi. They will be cast out amongst the stars, to find a place that will give them life, give them form, give them a reason to exist.
Be it good... or evil...
It is here that all things return, it is here that all things come. People often speak of promised lands, of places where one goes after death, be it a paradise or a pit of eternal damnation; this is the origin of these legends and myths. Be it by force or will, when all things die, they return here, to face a rebirth.
Even the universe as it is known, in all its size and splendor is not immune to the power this place holds; when the time comes, it too will collapse into here, its very center. It will flow into this place, it will lose all shape, all form, all reality and be reborn into a new universe, with new possibilities. It has been so for an infinite number of times, and so shall it for an infinite number of times in the future.
Here, good and evil are at an inverse to the universe beyond itself, it is here that balance for the whole of reality that it is the heart of is preserved and maintained. If the universe is evil, it will give birth to good, and if the universe is good, evil will be reborn. The force these agents of balance take are either hailed as heroes or scorned as vile villains... but, the title they take is always the same; Sailor Senshi
Yes, from this place are born the seeds of the Senshi, be they good or evil. They are forever destined to be in opposition of the one who can transcend the death and rebirth of the universe, they will forever be locked in a war with the first child of this place, the one who is forever meant to shape the principles of the universe itself.
Chaos, a name scorned or beloved at an inverse to the Senshi, the being so hated in the current universe... it is this being who is at the very heart of all this. From the children of its many parts, the Crystals who forged the galaxies and gave rise to life, its nature will show itself; for if the beings it created are good or evil, so too will it become.
From that moment forward, the Sailor Senshi born of this so called promised land will be in direct opposition of Chaos, and its agents. They will seek to cease the existence of Chaos, a goal that can never be fulfilled; but the quest to do so will keep balance in the universe until its dying days.
But even so, there are times when the balance is disturbed, and the universe must end, lest it become a mockery. For in this way, Chaos will become the herald for the ends times; it will come to this center of all things, return to the womb that gave it birth and take what it wishes for the most; the power of a Sailor Senshi.
Yes, in this way, Sailor Chaos, the Herald of Destruction will be born! Chaos will take upon itself a true, physical form; she will be a Sailor Senshi, one that should never exist; composed of both the will of good and evil, she will be a contradiction to the law of reality. From her hands will come light and darkness, her very soul twisting and churning. Her power will tear the fabric of all things asunder as she wages her war upon those that would oppose her... until, finally, balance is disturbed enough for control to be lost.
The good and evil in her will stir, the dominate force in the universe will seek to devour the other half, and from this act she will scream; it will be the death knell of the universe. The very fabric of reality will distort, matter will seem to rupture in all directions as the universe tears itself apart, indeed matter will cease to exist, enough to start the Big Crunch.
Herself torn apart by this, Sailor Chaos will die, and Chaos will once again be itself, but also not itself. It will know the error of its way, it will come to realize that it must return to the heart of the universe, to the womb once more. But, as the universe collapses, it will not return for power, but for salvation of all things.
All souls of all things will return to the center, all the Crystals that comprise the true self of Chaos will return. Combining and merging, they will make Chaos whole once more... its memories of infitine universes past shall return. As the universe comes crashing down around it, Chaos will renew the Crystals, the souls; they will become neutral, their will reset. As the universe cries in death, Chaos will tear itself apart with all its might.
In the instant the universe dies, Chaos will become one with the heart, and thus shall see the death... and the rebirth. In the moment of the next Big Bang, Chaos will spread its seeds, the Crystals amongst the newly birthed reality to become the hearts of the new galaxies. They will seed life with neutral souls, to gain a will of their own.
Thus, good and evil will rise, and the dominate one will be decided not by fate or the hand of a god, but by their own hearts and impulses. With this, Chaos will reform in a partial form, its outlook reflecting the dominance of its children and the need for balance will once more rise as a sea of pleas for help.
The heart of reality, its existence called so many things but always known simply as The Cauldron will answer these pleas... it will give birth to Star Seeds of great power and importance; Sailor Crystals, the very essence of a Sailor Senshi. They will be cast out amongst the stars, to find a place that will give them life, give them form, give them a reason to exist.
Be it good... or evil...
Meet Mister Wall, Sailor V
She ran down the alleyway in pursuit of a criminal, her blue high heels making a small clicking noise with every step, long, near hip length blond hair trailing behind her, almost as if it were a cape. Her eyes narrowed as it became darker the further she went in, the only source of light for a good distance behind her. She could barely make out the shape of her prey...
But it was for naught, as her target vanished completely as the darkness grew much too strong for her eyes. As s kept running, she wondered what could have happened; and then, it hit her. Literally. She ran head first into a brick wall, which would explain why there was so little light; a wall was between her and the nearest street light on the other side.
She yelped as she hit it, her small frame hardly enough to cause it any real harm. Of course, the real bad part came when, while dazed, confused, having the wind knocked out of her and a body aching from the slamming head long into a solid wall, she fell backwards, the back of her head hitting the hard, cold ground below with enough force to cause her to black out.
Sooner or later --mostly later-- she began to come around. Her head throbbed like crazy, her entire body felt incredibly sore; something one would expect from slamming into a solid wall of bricks. While her mind felt foggy and it buzzed with much pain, she pondered as to how she could have been stupid enough to run into a wall. More importantly, she couldn't help but wonder why, exactly she felt hands running over her body.
As first, she figured it was just her mind playing tricks on her, that the pain from slamming into the wall she was stupid enough to run into was so intense that it was messing with her. But, after a few moments of letting her mind sort out the input from her body, she knew that it wasn't her mind. After all, slamming into a wall couldn't explain the feel of two sets of hands on her body or why one set was, at this very moment squeezing her breasts.
Her eyes shot open at that; the first thing to greet her was a low light... and in that light, a figure directly in-front of her, giving her a very, very rough guess as to who it was. It was large, that was for sure, and the hands felt rather big as well; must be been a man. She tried to move her hands, to push this man away but she found that they were tied; she also found that she was sitting because, moments later, her legs were pulled wide open, and the other set of hands moved between them.
She gasped in shock and tried to struggle her way to freedom, but that just alerted whoever these hands belonged to that she was awake. Their hands clamped down on her supply body, holding her tightly as she struggled with all her might. It only served to work for them; for as she struggled her small, still developing breasts were being ground into the palms of one set of hands, while her small little ass were being ground into a crotch directly below her.
"So you're awake, huh? Good, I was hoping you'd come around before we finished."
The man in-front of her said, his accent thick, definitely British in nature... not the man she was after at all. So, who was he and why was he gra- wait, finish? Finish what, exactly? Her mind raced, as if oblivious to the obvious, but then again, she was a naive young girl, what would she know about what they were doing to her? Well, other than the fact that touching her breasts and between the legs made her utterly uncomfortable and wanting to get the Hell away from them.
She felt the hands belonging to a man behind her running across her bare thighs, causing her body to shudder as the hands on her breasts squeezes them roughly. She gasped and whimpered softly as her struggling died down, she knew that there was no way of getting out of this... at the moment.
"Awww, come on girl, struggle a little more... I wanna feel that small little ass of yours rubbing against me again!"
A voice came from behind her, no doubt the hands on her thighs belonged to him. His accent was also British, but it seemed... rougher, less well refined. She wondered why he wanted it so badly, wondering if it had anything to do with that lump she could feel pressing against her rear.
Up until that point, all they had heard from her where whines, whimpers and moans, from time to time... but, as his fingers ran across her slit, she cried out in shock and pleasure... but she also mumbled something in her native Japanese, as a reflex. This took the two of them aback, for in the darkness, and given her blond hair, they didn't assume she was Asian, let alone Japanese.
"Hot damn, we got ourselves a little Asian bitch! What a nice little find, eh?"
The guy from behind asked, fingers rubbing hard against her little lips, making her squirm and moan, ass rubbing against his crotch. Encouraged by this reaction, the one in-front let go of her tits, but took hold of her hard little nipples, pinching them roughly, making her writhe even harder, moaning in a mix of pleasure and pain.
"A little Japanese girl, if I'm not mistaken, and one that seems to be loosening up to this whole thing. A nice find, indeed..."
The fellow in-front answered, finally.
"That's it, I'm gonna fuck this hot little Japs pussy!"
The fellow behind said, and the man in-front chuckled.
"Shit, go ahead, man. You know me, I don't like deflowering girls, even if it means sloppy seconds. Besides, she has a pretty little mouth that I can use..."
She trembled and whined at that, feeling his hands leaving her body as he stood. She heard a zipper... and then another, the sounds of metal dragging on metal from above and below put the fear of God into the little scantily clad crime fighter
She cried out in shock and a little bit of pain as the dick plunged past her little slit into virgin territory. Regardless of how wet she was, how slick and how stretched out his his fingers got her, she was simply incapable of being ready for the massive girth of the meatrod that was being forced into her. Her hips jerked upwards, her body attempting to get away from the intruder anyway it could. Somehow or another, she manages to get her feet onto he ground below, then attempt to push her entire body up and off him. But, his hands grabbed her arms, right at the elbows and pulled her back down, forcing her back down, causing the same pain she felt before... only so much more as it was driven deep within.
But then, it stopped... she could feel it pushing against a barrier inside of her.
But it was for naught, as her target vanished completely as the darkness grew much too strong for her eyes. As s kept running, she wondered what could have happened; and then, it hit her. Literally. She ran head first into a brick wall, which would explain why there was so little light; a wall was between her and the nearest street light on the other side.
She yelped as she hit it, her small frame hardly enough to cause it any real harm. Of course, the real bad part came when, while dazed, confused, having the wind knocked out of her and a body aching from the slamming head long into a solid wall, she fell backwards, the back of her head hitting the hard, cold ground below with enough force to cause her to black out.
Sooner or later --mostly later-- she began to come around. Her head throbbed like crazy, her entire body felt incredibly sore; something one would expect from slamming into a solid wall of bricks. While her mind felt foggy and it buzzed with much pain, she pondered as to how she could have been stupid enough to run into a wall. More importantly, she couldn't help but wonder why, exactly she felt hands running over her body.
As first, she figured it was just her mind playing tricks on her, that the pain from slamming into the wall she was stupid enough to run into was so intense that it was messing with her. But, after a few moments of letting her mind sort out the input from her body, she knew that it wasn't her mind. After all, slamming into a wall couldn't explain the feel of two sets of hands on her body or why one set was, at this very moment squeezing her breasts.
Her eyes shot open at that; the first thing to greet her was a low light... and in that light, a figure directly in-front of her, giving her a very, very rough guess as to who it was. It was large, that was for sure, and the hands felt rather big as well; must be been a man. She tried to move her hands, to push this man away but she found that they were tied; she also found that she was sitting because, moments later, her legs were pulled wide open, and the other set of hands moved between them.
She gasped in shock and tried to struggle her way to freedom, but that just alerted whoever these hands belonged to that she was awake. Their hands clamped down on her supply body, holding her tightly as she struggled with all her might. It only served to work for them; for as she struggled her small, still developing breasts were being ground into the palms of one set of hands, while her small little ass were being ground into a crotch directly below her.
"So you're awake, huh? Good, I was hoping you'd come around before we finished."
The man in-front of her said, his accent thick, definitely British in nature... not the man she was after at all. So, who was he and why was he gra- wait, finish? Finish what, exactly? Her mind raced, as if oblivious to the obvious, but then again, she was a naive young girl, what would she know about what they were doing to her? Well, other than the fact that touching her breasts and between the legs made her utterly uncomfortable and wanting to get the Hell away from them.
She felt the hands belonging to a man behind her running across her bare thighs, causing her body to shudder as the hands on her breasts squeezes them roughly. She gasped and whimpered softly as her struggling died down, she knew that there was no way of getting out of this... at the moment.
"Awww, come on girl, struggle a little more... I wanna feel that small little ass of yours rubbing against me again!"
A voice came from behind her, no doubt the hands on her thighs belonged to him. His accent was also British, but it seemed... rougher, less well refined. She wondered why he wanted it so badly, wondering if it had anything to do with that lump she could feel pressing against her rear.
Up until that point, all they had heard from her where whines, whimpers and moans, from time to time... but, as his fingers ran across her slit, she cried out in shock and pleasure... but she also mumbled something in her native Japanese, as a reflex. This took the two of them aback, for in the darkness, and given her blond hair, they didn't assume she was Asian, let alone Japanese.
"Hot damn, we got ourselves a little Asian bitch! What a nice little find, eh?"
The guy from behind asked, fingers rubbing hard against her little lips, making her squirm and moan, ass rubbing against his crotch. Encouraged by this reaction, the one in-front let go of her tits, but took hold of her hard little nipples, pinching them roughly, making her writhe even harder, moaning in a mix of pleasure and pain.
"A little Japanese girl, if I'm not mistaken, and one that seems to be loosening up to this whole thing. A nice find, indeed..."
The fellow in-front answered, finally.
"That's it, I'm gonna fuck this hot little Japs pussy!"
The fellow behind said, and the man in-front chuckled.
"Shit, go ahead, man. You know me, I don't like deflowering girls, even if it means sloppy seconds. Besides, she has a pretty little mouth that I can use..."
She trembled and whined at that, feeling his hands leaving her body as he stood. She heard a zipper... and then another, the sounds of metal dragging on metal from above and below put the fear of God into the little scantily clad crime fighter
She cried out in shock and a little bit of pain as the dick plunged past her little slit into virgin territory. Regardless of how wet she was, how slick and how stretched out his his fingers got her, she was simply incapable of being ready for the massive girth of the meatrod that was being forced into her. Her hips jerked upwards, her body attempting to get away from the intruder anyway it could. Somehow or another, she manages to get her feet onto he ground below, then attempt to push her entire body up and off him. But, his hands grabbed her arms, right at the elbows and pulled her back down, forcing her back down, causing the same pain she felt before... only so much more as it was driven deep within.
But then, it stopped... she could feel it pushing against a barrier inside of her.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
I'm Not A Kid!
He was so sick of being called a kid. No matter what he his accomplishments were, no matter how many impressive inventions he had crafted with raw talent and hard won experience, no matter how many times he'd kicked around the Hackers, they called him a kid! Hell, even when he saved a group of children when an "adult" inventor failed --and badly-- what did they say?
"Way to go, kid." or "You're a hero, kid." or "Not bad, for a kid."
Oh, it burned him up inside to be called kid, there was such a lack of respect. He was, by all standards more than a kid... he was a teenager, but more than that, he felt he deserved enough respect to be called an adult by now. He sworn to himself while wandering the forest of illusion, during getting himself even more lost, that the next person who called him a kid would pay for it.
As time wore on, he became even more frustrated and angry, mostly with the forest, since it just... kept... repeating... and generally making him take all manner of wrong turns. Finally, he hit a stretch that seemed straight and narrow, and the tension he felt was starting to fade away... that's when he heard it.
"Oh, it's a kid."
That bent him out of shape something fierce. It was a woman who said it, she was looking at him from further ahead on the path. Apparently, he'd made enough noise for her to wonder who was coming, and one look at him made her utter those words. He could barely contain his anger, he felt like he'd just tear into her verbally...
But then he decided to look her over. She wasn't too bad looking, really... blond hair cut short, green earrings that were perhaps a little too big... a short, tight blue dress and matching shoes. Granted, her chest wasn't the biggest he'd ever seen, but she still had more than a handful when it came to him. She was all alone, in the forest... with him.
A smirk came to his lips, he began to plot ways other than verbally to tear into this one.
"So, have you lost your way, kid?"
She asked him, and he twitched slightly.
"No, I'm looking for an old house in this forest."
"You shouldn't be playing here, kid. It's dangerous. You should go on home."
"... Maybe so... could you, maybe come with me? Why, it's so creepy here that I'd feel safer with an adult, like you."
He lied through his teeth, and tried like crazy to not sound sarcastic. She apparently bought it, though, as she shook her head and smiled.
"Well, what can I do... as a famous reporter, it's my duty to the public to find stories and protect children. Well, come on, let's get going."
And so, he joined her,and they walked down the trail, because, well, the two of them had no idea as to where else to go. He took the lead, and she let him, she figured it was just best to let the kid think he was exploring and being brave. Meanwhile, he was plotting and hoping to find a dead end, a nice little area where she would be trapped, with himself and a robot blocking the only way out.
But, as time worn on, it seemed like they were just aimlessly wandering down the same path, over and over, as if in a loop. He didn't want to say anything, but she was getting impatient... to the point of accusing him of having a poor sense of direction, then, well... leaving him to go off on her own.
Some responible adult she was... and he was now without a means of revenge against her. He simply sighed at that and kept on going... despite the looping, he felt like he was getting closer to something.
He could have sworn he heard a voice coming from the room, but upon entering, he was all alone. There were multiple bookcases lining the walls, but there was nothing else, not even a table to sit down at. He figured somebody was playing a joke on him... but then, maybe there was a secret passage! He went to one of the shelves, and was about to grab a book when he heard that voice...
"Well, well, fancy meeting you again, kid."
He twitched again... in more than one place.
He went for the door as she told him... but e had no intention of leaving. Just as he reached it, he looked over hos shoulder and noticed her back was turned to him, as if she expected him to fully comply with her little orders. That was when he went into action, removing two spheres from his pocket, then dropped one right in-front of the door. Instantly, it came to life and changed its form, size growing rapidly until it was in the form of a Humanoid robot, which had a good foot on him in height.
Mint turned and saw the robot, and was about to demand an explanation when he tossed the second over her head. It, too took shape and size. Just as she was about to turn, he gave it a command;
"Hold her."
Instantly, the robot moved, and with far greater speed than her, it grabbed hold of Mint, arms wrapping around her own, holding her in place. She struggled, thrashing about, screaming and insulting the machine, which cared so very little for this noisy biological creature. Her eyes, wild with anger looked right at its master
"Way to go, kid." or "You're a hero, kid." or "Not bad, for a kid."
Oh, it burned him up inside to be called kid, there was such a lack of respect. He was, by all standards more than a kid... he was a teenager, but more than that, he felt he deserved enough respect to be called an adult by now. He sworn to himself while wandering the forest of illusion, during getting himself even more lost, that the next person who called him a kid would pay for it.
As time wore on, he became even more frustrated and angry, mostly with the forest, since it just... kept... repeating... and generally making him take all manner of wrong turns. Finally, he hit a stretch that seemed straight and narrow, and the tension he felt was starting to fade away... that's when he heard it.
"Oh, it's a kid."
That bent him out of shape something fierce. It was a woman who said it, she was looking at him from further ahead on the path. Apparently, he'd made enough noise for her to wonder who was coming, and one look at him made her utter those words. He could barely contain his anger, he felt like he'd just tear into her verbally...
But then he decided to look her over. She wasn't too bad looking, really... blond hair cut short, green earrings that were perhaps a little too big... a short, tight blue dress and matching shoes. Granted, her chest wasn't the biggest he'd ever seen, but she still had more than a handful when it came to him. She was all alone, in the forest... with him.
A smirk came to his lips, he began to plot ways other than verbally to tear into this one.
"So, have you lost your way, kid?"
She asked him, and he twitched slightly.
"No, I'm looking for an old house in this forest."
"You shouldn't be playing here, kid. It's dangerous. You should go on home."
"... Maybe so... could you, maybe come with me? Why, it's so creepy here that I'd feel safer with an adult, like you."
He lied through his teeth, and tried like crazy to not sound sarcastic. She apparently bought it, though, as she shook her head and smiled.
"Well, what can I do... as a famous reporter, it's my duty to the public to find stories and protect children. Well, come on, let's get going."
And so, he joined her,and they walked down the trail, because, well, the two of them had no idea as to where else to go. He took the lead, and she let him, she figured it was just best to let the kid think he was exploring and being brave. Meanwhile, he was plotting and hoping to find a dead end, a nice little area where she would be trapped, with himself and a robot blocking the only way out.
But, as time worn on, it seemed like they were just aimlessly wandering down the same path, over and over, as if in a loop. He didn't want to say anything, but she was getting impatient... to the point of accusing him of having a poor sense of direction, then, well... leaving him to go off on her own.
Some responible adult she was... and he was now without a means of revenge against her. He simply sighed at that and kept on going... despite the looping, he felt like he was getting closer to something.
He could have sworn he heard a voice coming from the room, but upon entering, he was all alone. There were multiple bookcases lining the walls, but there was nothing else, not even a table to sit down at. He figured somebody was playing a joke on him... but then, maybe there was a secret passage! He went to one of the shelves, and was about to grab a book when he heard that voice...
"Well, well, fancy meeting you again, kid."
He twitched again... in more than one place.
He went for the door as she told him... but e had no intention of leaving. Just as he reached it, he looked over hos shoulder and noticed her back was turned to him, as if she expected him to fully comply with her little orders. That was when he went into action, removing two spheres from his pocket, then dropped one right in-front of the door. Instantly, it came to life and changed its form, size growing rapidly until it was in the form of a Humanoid robot, which had a good foot on him in height.
Mint turned and saw the robot, and was about to demand an explanation when he tossed the second over her head. It, too took shape and size. Just as she was about to turn, he gave it a command;
"Hold her."
Instantly, the robot moved, and with far greater speed than her, it grabbed hold of Mint, arms wrapping around her own, holding her in place. She struggled, thrashing about, screaming and insulting the machine, which cared so very little for this noisy biological creature. Her eyes, wild with anger looked right at its master
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