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 Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 5:18 pm
If he just stayed back on his wall, all would have been fine. Oh, but of course not! His stomach just had to demand food, despite the fact death was no longer an issue he still wanted to taste something! Oh, for shame, his gluttony would be his end!
Those cursed seven sins still haunted him even in death and hell.
Alex was a sadist, that much he knew. (Both of them!) So, if he just stared still and showed no reaction the beastly male would give up and leave him alone. Like a bear after you play dead. Thusly despite his discomfort Atora had done well to sit perfectly motionless - indeed playing the roll of a doll quite well. His breath was labored, and his body was tense and yet he was still and silent.
If he could keep up that routine, he would be fine. But, alas, fate had other plans.
A moist tongue was the first thing he felt. Next, it was nibbling teeth - and if it had been a cartoon steam would pour out of his ears and whistle like a tea pot. Crimson quickly rose to cheeks which were obscured by that ghastly blue mask of his, thankful Alexander was at least kind enough to put it on.
Oh, but that didn't ease his discomfort any. He twitched at first. He had to remain cool.
That wasn't to say that he DID remain cool. "Let me go!" he finally cried as he began to trash about in Alexander's arms. Oh, it sounded so pathetic. Like a child being bullied, yet unable to defend themselves.
Oh, why oh why did karma turn on him in such a manner!? He'd repented for his sins, and day after day he was faithful to Izanami and the Ladies of the Court! So why was it the wheel of karma was still spinning against him!?
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Oh, the Hatter was a sadist worthy of even the Queen's respect. She watched as s/he toyed with his prey, the lowly servent girl, stroked her, and spoke soothingly. Oh, what a b*****d! Was he trying to allow her hopes to rise only to crush them at the very last moment?
It was very much in the Mistress Hatter's fashion.
It was that point however he almost felt pity for the young girl. Oh, the Hatter spoke so soothingly the Quee would be more than happy to rest her head on that full bossom, even if it meant having her head being stolen from her neck. Oh, but the Hatter's antics did get old, and the Queen wanted her daily dose of bloodshed.
It was as such those painted lips pouted themselves as her gaze was taken in the direction of the two males. Luckily, it was just in time to see Atora's ear become captive to Alexander's lips, and the Queen couldn't help but stamp her foot yet again. Oh, the world was out to get her, it truly was! It leave her hot and bothered to the point where she would be absolutely forced to find an unsuspecting male and take him while turning him into a corpse in the same instant!
Those arms soon crossed, careful of the coat which belonged to the Master Hatter, under that bosom which exceeded that which belonged to Hatter. "Well, that's true." Stated the Queen as she watched the males intently. "But, I still say there's a better chane you will win this bet." she insisted.
Soon enough, the Hatter spoke again and yet the Queen gasped in surprise! Oh, how dare the Hatter say such things! It had truly ruined the mood the Queen had allowed herself to build up, and that foot stamped yet again in frustration, and irritation.
"Oh, honestly Hatter!" the Queen huffed, her chest heaving. Her voice was harsh, and firm - yet soon lowered into that sultry tone she had adopted just a moment earlier as her eyes fell down to gaze upon the bum which belonged to the Hatter. "Metaphorical or not, your second ever changing blade is the only whih will ever satisfy me." stated the Queen firmly, insisting that her words were in fact.. Well, fact!
But, she soon gaze way to a fit of giggles as the Hatter the servent girl in the eye. Oh, always like the Hatter. So thrilling and yet amusing at the same time.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 5:51 pm
Was that a swoon or a sob that pierced the evening's air? 'Twas hard to tell, with the Queen's ever constant monologue and Atora's whining that made it hard to distinguish. Without warning, the Hatter moved and surely, Judy's head would have hit the ground with a loud, dull crack if her captor had not been so mindful as to yank those blonde locks to give constant tension. Those leather-clad feet shifted, tapped, slid until the Hatter's tall, slender, curvacious form had come to stop before the Queen.
S/he extended a digit, the piercing blue orb of Judy's face kissed its very tip. Crimson and nerves portruded from the dismembered eye and caressed the Hatter's nude hand. It wasn't long before the sightless pupil now pressed upon the Queen's lips in a gentle kiss, then lowered, sliding, along her chin, neck and eventually heaving bust. "It is said the dead and dismembered can see what the living can't... wonder if its true...If it were, I am afraid to state that jealousy overwhelms me."
And just what was the Hatter jealous of, what sight? Perhaps she was jealous of the nude, exposed flesh, so supple and inviting that the sightless orb was seeing. " But, it does not matter... a gift, my Queen, a token of my esteem." Just what was the Hatter offering-- the eye, or the socket?
Delicately, gingerly, the Hatter raised that finger and pressed the orb upon the Queen's lips until the supple twins parted. It was there were the sightless eye was left, before the Hatter resumed her place behind Judy's form-- except now they faced the Queen and the horned one. Backward sashays took the Hatter and her victim further away, just enough to keep the Queen clean when that inevitable spray came.
But, as always, that English mistress simply teased. Now her own lips caressed the victim's ear, almost mimicking that which the wicked viewer played upon the terrified, annoyed Atora. A delicate purr escaped her lips as she lapped at the bloody tears which Judy offered.
Just who was the Hatter teasing -- Judy, Alex, the Queen or herself?
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 6:10 pm
Oh, lord, the poor Queen had never been left so frustrated, flustered, and aroused in her life. The moment that naked eye met with the plump tier which belonged to the Queen, her chest rose and fell rapidly with excitement. Needless to say those cheeks soon turned to roses as those amethyst orbs fell upon the Hatter.
Quickly, those gem like orbs glistened with lust, and desire as she stared at the Hatter - and yet it was those lips which were paralyzed. No, it would be more accurate to say the Queen was speechless, and it had been the first time in oh so long since the Hatter had managed to do so.
If the Queen had at all tired of the Hatter, the lust had just been sparked once more.
The Hatter's words, too, were so eloquent and flowed with such grace that there wasn't a single thing the Queen could say which, at that moment, could even hope to match. However, it didn't take long for the Queen to regain her composure and soon enough she too stepped in the direction of Judy, one hand holding the sapphire orb and the other supporting her gown as well as the Hatter's coat. After all, she didn't want to get too dirty as she crossed the tiny crimson lake.
The orb, was replaced and the Queen soon offered an explanation. After all, she was never one to take a gift from the Hatter lightly at all. "Judy, be a dear and hold onto this for me. I fear it may become damaged if left without proper housing." stated the Queen, and it was ovious that she at the very least had forgiven the poor servent girl. After all, she had proved to make the day MOST interesting.
The Queen, lifting her gown yet again paused in her foot steps to beckon forth a certain Hatter with a wiggle of her finger. Oh, my, but they would certainly not be gone long. After all, they simply could not miss the show Alexander and Atora had to offer. "Come along, Hatter. We must change our garb, we've become filthy and it would not bode well for our reputation if we're seen covered in such filth."
..The Hatter had blood on her. What was the faux-Queen's excuse?
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 6:25 pm
Beneath the mesh, those caramel orbs sparkled, both with lust and amusement. When was the last time the Queen had been made speechless? Oh, it had been ages! AGES! And the evening had been the most delightful. Memorable, even -- this, of course, made the Hatter's heart skip a beat and a muffled groan to caress Judy's ear. A part of the sadists' heart was broken: her game shattered and victim granted life. After all, Mistress Whitmont was not one to go against his queen's command, spoken or otherwise.
Lydia's crimson-stained blade was removed from Judy's neck. The youth let out a sigh of relief whilst cries of thanks escape her lips as she was lowered to the ground (how kind of the Hatter!). And all she could do was watch in awe with her good eye as the cross-dressing woman stepped before her.
Alex's right hand rose to her head and removed that top hat gingerly. Instantly did delicate ribbons of chestnut brown and caramel hues were revealed. Lustreous locks of matching chestnut slipped, caressed those blushing cheeks as she dipped into a thankful bow. "Adiue, my dears, Adiue... Parting is such sweet sorrow that I would stand here 'till it were morrow."
With a soft smile, the Hatter stood, her gaze falling upon the other Alex. The most mischievous of winks was offered before those leather-clad feet sashayed away behind their Mistress' Master -- Jaquie, the Queen of all Hearts, especially his...
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 9:55 am
Ah...was the game to end so soon? It near broke the simple Ushioni's heart. Alas, the psychotic young man was forced to watch his dear mistresses of the court meander their way back to to their abode. A small purr of sadistic admiration passed his lips next to Atora's ear as he was given the gift of a coy wink from the Hatter herself; a goddess - or God, even - amongst masochists. A terribly deviant soul that held the lusts and desires of Queens and a** bandits alike.
Speaking of said a** banditing...
"Wasn't that a pretty show?" he cooed against Atora's neck, relishing the delightful squirms he was rewarded with. During the course of the maddening performance afforded them, Alexander's hands had managed to work the robes from the young demon's shoulders.
Ah, sweet shoulders!
Without another word save for a pleased coo, the Negoro latched onto the smooth rounded muscles, his teeth nibbling with deceptive lightness upon his creamy flesh. How the shadow demon's skin managed to stay unmarred was truly something of a mystery, considering how often Alxander partook of said shoulder epidermis.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 4:08 pm
Atora wished he could have enjoyed the so called 'game.'
No, not really.
But the simply fact of the matter was, he wasn't. That damned horned male was far too close for comfort, but thankfully at least he wasn't being put to show as if he were a fine little pet. The Queen and Hatter had left, and his tension eased only slightly. However, when Alex purred into his ear he tensed up yet again. He was growing tired of the game, and was quickly growing desperate to get away from that beast of a man.
"No." Hissed the blue male as he squirmed, and began to at least work himself into a more comfortable state. More comfortable, and one which just might allow him to slam his elbow against the other male's rib cage in hopes of stunning him and giving him the chance to flee.
Oh, but alas he only managed to aid his fellow creature of darkness. His back came to face the Negoro, and his shoulders became positioned for Alexander to nibble upon perfectly. Naturally, it was once the horned male began to nibble upon his shoulder Atora gasped. One of surprise, but not pleasure as he began to squirm. His shoulders quickly rose and fell in an attempt to get the beast away from his exposed flesh.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 9:58 pm
Nunu giggled in delight, kicking his legs upon the warm boulder upon which he rested. In a swirl of changing colors, his image resolved itself, changing from that of a lovely, pale-skinned young maiden in a soft pink kimono decorated with scarlet spirals into the white-furred vulpine, with three bushy tails swishing through a hole in the back of its outfit.
The scenery around itself changed just as easily. From the vantage of the portal high above, it would have been a sweeping spiral of alteration. The grassy meadow, filled with tantalizing flowers and containing a resting maiden vanished, replaced with a small lake of broiling magma in which several foolish little soul pyres now thrashed in desparate attempts to escape. Only their spirits would be singed, of course, but that was as real as bodily harm anyway.
"Silly boys," giggled the white-furred fox, standing up and straightening the folds of a simple, cozy kimono, black and decorated with vivid scarlet clouds, with no collar and a v-neck exposing fluffy white chest fur. Leaving the pitiful little creatures to fry until they could pull themselves out of the lake or were otherwise rescued (far less likely), the fox lightly leapt from his perch, landing easily at the edge of the lake, slim paws skirting daintily among the messy rubble of the Yomian ground. He had taken off of his guard duty, not entirely sure what he was guarding against anyway, for the much more enjoyable prospect of luring a few soul flames into a lake of fire or two. Nothing harmful, but great fun.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 5:49 pm
[ Oh my god, Gaia ate my topic! -dies- ]
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 8:03 pm
[ I'll post in here later on today, in response to all of you. -- especially Nari.
Sorry for the inconvenience. I'm just a tad tiffed at having lost that exceptional post. Hatter's mad at me. ]
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 10:06 pm
((No one wants to pway wif Nari!  ))
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 2:15 pm
((wooo...sorry for not posting. Unexpected Math exam, ahoy. @_@
As a side note: that emote is win. XD))
Ah...the way Atora writhed and cried out in his arms was near intoxicating. He wanted more of it; more cries of resistance, more fruitless attempts at achieving freedom from his grasp. Alexander moved in for the kill.
"Silly boys."
Foiled, once again.
The eager Ushioni paused mid-grope at the sound of the youthful kitsune's words and wondered idly if fox demons were as fun to strangle as they were to hunt. He was going to kill the damn creature for interrupting his game. Again. Why was it whenever Alexander found himself finally able to indulge his sadistic tendancies, something - or someone in this case - got in his way?!
"Nunu....what a surprise." The blodne man ground out, not botherign i nthe slightest to hide his utter contempt at being interrupted. "Don't you have other souls to torture, boy?" he hissed, clinging tightly to Atora is if the little fox had intended to wrench him from his grasp. Perhaps he could have his fun yet, if he could distract the kitsune long enough...
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 2:54 pm
As if for the first time noticing that the demon even existed, Nunu curiously turned his head towards the Ushioni. No more than his head, but he at least had the manners to stop walking. "What makes you so special?" pouted the fox, three fluffy tails lowering slightly behind him as his expression and vocations turned pouty. Or at least, the expressions went as far towards a pout as they could, with a muzzle and fur. "There are plenty of souls to play with, no need to get greedy."
As though the demon wouldn't hesitate to kill him at the slightest opportunity, the kitsune sauntered towards Atora and Alexander, kimono swishing in an odd way that made the scarlet clouds seem to dance across it. The sleeves lengthened slightly even as he moved, the fox too accustomed to change, hiding his paws with more fabric. "You don't want to play with Nunu?" he asked when he closed the distance, leaning over towards the pair and giving Alexander a set of puppy dog eyes that could have melted a glacier. Unfortunately, their warmth was little compared to the various streams and lakes of molten rock that crossed Yomi like veins.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 3:23 pm
Oh, thank god! Atora was saved! He too paused mid-motion, his back pressed against Alexander as he attempted to get away from that groping hand. Just, JUST, before it made contact that fox - his savior - appeared to save the day! It as once he had taken notice of the fact Alexander was distracted, he relaxed. No, not only relaxed he began to think of making his escape from the grasp of the horned male.
He felt filthy! Not only dirty on the outside, but inside as well. He'd kill the Negoro, when he had the chance! ..Oh, but such thoughts depressed the shadow bending warrior as his head hung at his own thoughts. ..Giving that beast of a male temporary death would only please his masochistic desires.
Soon enough his head rose to look at the vulpine, his eyes begging for help. How much help would those eyes get him, however? After all, he was in Yomi - the land of sadism and masochist. Surely, he would exit the arms of one sadist and enter the arms of another. ..Oh, but it would be fine if he got his hopes up - right? Just a little bit wouldn't hurt - RIGHT?!
Those deep pools of smokey blue orbs stared up at Nunu from behind the mask, certainly holding within them the gaze of a prisoner. The poor Ao-Andon looked so helpless, and the fact those orbs were behind a mask only enhanced their appearance. He rather resembled the one puppy that would be put to death if he wasn't adopted. He knew his fate, and was on the verge of resigning.
Oh, surely that fox would have to help him now! ..Oh, but the idea of sharing was just horrible. Just what he needed, two sadists violating his personal bubble of space.
And indeed, the possibility of sharing wasn't too bad at all. After all, the damndedable Ushioni had peeled his robes away from his shoulders, and due to Atora's own squirming those robes were only barely clinging to his flesh thanks to the black obi that was around his waist. A pale, but muscular chest rose and fell - and well toned legs seemed to go on forever into the twilight of his robe.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 3:38 pm
"No, I don't want to play with Nunu!" Alexander spat, the dissapointment in his face only emphasised by his frustration. He'd lost the opportune moment now, for sure. The Negoro suddenly shifted his victim in his lap to rest in one arm while his unoccupied limb swatted at the deceptively young kitsune as if he were nothing but a gnat.
Negoro were, after all, not the brightest of creatures.
"Go bother someone else, you pest!" he snapped, his crimson eyes narrowed in rapidly dissipating patience. "I was in the middle of something important!"
Important meaning, in this case, perverted and cruel.
With a final wave of his hand, the Ushioni let out a hiss of dismissal at the fox demon, his lithe body wrapping around Atora posessively as if he were the last edible object on a deserted island full of vultures. He'd gotten so close! He wasn't going to give up his prey so easily.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 4:02 pm
Nunu quickly lost his patience.
His mood swinging on a needlepoint that was mostly composed of the Negoro's attempts to dismiss him like some common torturer, the whites of Nunu's eyes flashed red around the golden, pupilless depths of his irises. All matters of the Ao-Andon and his personal space aside, the kitsune had been so rudely dismissed he would now certainly make a hassle simply for his own pride.
The fox's magic took hold, certainly no longer mere illusions. The deep sleeves of his robe that disguised his paws flared a dark violet color, a matching shade of flames leaping up around his feet, licking at the hem of his kimono and at his digigrade paws without a scorch or scuff. "Insolent little demon..." he growled, tails slowly growing in size behind him, to feed the animal instinct that size represented power. When a kitsune needed to intimidate, their tails often began to lash and grow in size.
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