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 Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2016 1:47 am
Into the fires of battle! songWuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Throughout the years Wulfric knew only pain and suffering and because of that he also was a master of bloodletting which made him very experienced in killing, never did he ever think that centuries down the road he would actually find someone he was willing to be around and for that matter be able to tame the Wolf within. for him both sides were content with their lot in life but things started to change for him, changes that perhaps were long overdue.
What he was in the past is long gone what he is now is simply a white wolf who found someone who while is unique is more than tolerable and as a result keeps him calm even when there were times where he would have started a bloodshed for one reason or another, it was that reason that most people who knew him were leery of him but tolerated him because of his ability to produce results most have and had failed to achieve in the past.
Had he found a partner that would stay with him? it was hard to say at this point, Esabel had claimed him as her own and in return he had given himself to her their bond was growing strong, their lives were intertwined their fates sealed, where one went the other would follow, neither Esabel or Wulfric would ever have to be alone again and could fully rely on one another during the good times and the bad. for the first time they could finally be at peace knowing that they were going to be together.
Wulfric for a time was very much content with keeping Esabel close to him he casually caressed her body causing bursts of intense pleasure to hit Esabel has he did so, he knew it would be about time to get cleaned up but for now he was happy, happier than he had been since he became the white wolf and lost the family he had so long ago. but that was in the past he no longer felt it necessary to dwell on the past any longer Wulfric had something to look forward to now and that he was with Esabel. "so long as i still draw breath i am yours to do with me as you will for i shall not leave you... not now... not ever" whispered Wulfric in Esabels ear, he started to kiss her on the neck and slowly moved up to her cheek and before long he was kissing her on the lips and making it last as long as he could.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2016 2:38 am
His words made her shiver as much as the kisses that followed. When he finally found her lips, she returned the kiss with equal passion as her hands moved around him with one threading her fingers through his hair while the other found his back and let him feel the sting of her nails as he raised her desire all over again with a few words and a kiss. She hadn’t set out to tame him. Quite the contrary, actually. She loved the wildness of him, the feral nature of his wolf, as well as his ruthless streak. She carried much the same within her, though different in basic nature. Her dark energy was a wild thing inside of her that often used her as much if not more than she used it. She could be even more ruthless and bloodthirsty than he could ever hope to be and was skilled methods of bloodletting that made so many fear her. And she was a wild creature all on her own, completely unpredictable and as untamed as any wild animal. Had she finally found someone that wouldn’t leave her? She didn’t know, not yet. So many had made the promise of staying yet had failed in that promise. Even the two people that had taken her in as their own, Ren and Gin, had left her when they’d died. Volug, created by Gin specifically for her; Baren, the human she’d altered with powers that had troubled him as much as her dark heart had; the Hellhound that had tried to claim her… All of them gone. Even the one human friend she’d had was gone now. So could she trust that Wulfric would stay? There was no telling what the future would hold for either of them. Especially with enough danger looming on the horizon that could threaten to tear both of their worlds apart. But for now, they could rely on each other. For now, they could relax in this moment of time and relish the contact of someone that would never try to change them, someone that would always accept every bit of their changing natures, someone that would feed into their desires until there was nothing but the passion that helped bind them together. For now, they had each other. That would have to be enough for now, enough to sustain them until the world intruded once more. Esabel tried to press as much of herself to him as she could while their kiss seemed to go on forever, and yet not long enough. The need to breathe finally made her pull back from the kiss and gasp for air, only to find that she’d bloodied his back with her nails while she would carry a new set of bruises in the shape of his fingers over her hips. As she looked into his eyes this time, she knew they had to get up and rejoin the world. But she couldn’t seem to find the ability to move away from him, not wanting to lose contact with his skin or the feeling of him holding her so close. She should have been exhausted enough to pass out but she felt energized instead, fully capable of going another five hours without a problem. Well, all but the problem of being able to walk after he turned her legs to jelly again. And the little problem of their stomachs growling in synch… She gave a small groan and collapsed back on the bed, “Esabel don’t wanna eat food right now… I wanna eat more of my Puppy and get eaten right back… Why does food have to bother us right now? Esabel really, really, really liked that kiss… And the flogger… And the dual-whip… And the tying me to the bed… And Puppy going all feral on me…” and there she went, riling herself right back up enough that he wouldn’t be able to miss that scent or the shiver that moved through her. She moved right back and kissed him all over again, seriously wanting another round of bedtime fun. Until their stomachs growled yet again…
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2016 3:04 am
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wulfric groaned in annoyance has the time to eat came, as much as he would have loved to continue this time of passion he simply sighed heavily "alright i suppose we better get cleaned up if we are going to be going to the dining area to get some food in us" Wulfric drew Esabel in for one last kiss to get her through until the next time they could have some fun in bed and collected Esabel as he got up, both of them were going to need to clean up before they could return to the outside world and get something to eat, so he carefully carried Esabel through the hazards of all the clothes and gear laying about the bedroom floor, and went into the playroom to get utilize the shower once more. Wulfric carefully turned the shower on and when the water was just right stepped into the water still holding esabel, getting her all wet with him before he carefully put her down so that they could wash up, grabbing the soap he started cleaning Esabel up a Smirk on his face as he watched her react to him cleaning her and hitting sensitive areas that continued to cause pleasurable sensations. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2016 3:27 am
Esabel did a lot of shivering and moaning as he cleaned her up, all of it only setting her up for wanting more. The soap made every mark on her sting in the perfect mix of pain and pleasure she so enjoyed. But he was right that they had to clean up to go eat. So she made sure to return the favor, knowing full well that the nail marks on his back would sting from the soap. When he hissed and his eyes went feral, she only grinned at him and gave his lips a light teasing kiss before she moved out of the shower on unsteady legs while still managing to avoid him grabbing for her. Her giggle followed her path back into the bedroom, and the mess they’d made there, to get to her dresser to pull out yet another set of tank top and short shorts that she slid into with the help of leaning against the dresser. Her wardrobe had only a few other things that weren’t short shorts and tank tops. But she found that set of clothes to be her favorite since it wasn’t much to cover the important bits yet still allowed her to get lost in her bloody playtime. The outfit did show off almost every mark on her skin for everyone to see, almost as if she were a display of his talents with the lash as well as in the bed. It was totally unconscious on her part, though; but it was still a perfect display for everyone to know just how kinky she tended to be. The fact that he’d been the one wielding the lash on her would only raise him in the esteem of the others on the base since most of the ones attracted to the Re tended to walk on the darker side of life. She did have the brief thought that her friend Dev, the weretiger, would be totally jealous of the marks on her skin since he was just as kinky as she was. If not more so… She noticed that he had a fresh set of clothes supplied yet again and simply grinned as she started collecting her whips to put back on their special hooks attached to the wall. Just putting them away was enough to have her shivering all over again from the memories each one brought up. But she finally finished with that much and moved to sit on the table with his stuff again, giving a hiss of pleasured pain when her luscious a** protested sitting on the paddle marks he’d left her with. Or was it the long lash mark there from the long-whip? No real telling at this point. Besides, she didn’t really care which one it was. All that mattered was that it stung perfectly and had her squirming where she sat as she waited for him to finish getting dressed and collecting his stuff, not to mention adding his weapons to his ensemble. She really liked watching him put his weapons in place, knowing that he’d protect her from anything he could while she’d defend him against anyone trying to insult him or provoke him. Especially when she wanted to be the one provoking him.... She also liked watching him get dressed but gave a small frown when she noticed the bite mark on the side of his neck that she didn’t remember giving him….
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2016 3:51 am
Into the fires of battle! ] Wuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wulfric was not far behind her when she took off, he turned the shower off and made his way back to the bedroom, and got dressed as well as checked his gear briefly. most of it was beside Esabel since she collected most of it so going through the mental check list of his gear was fast. Wulfric did one more check unholstering his pistol and slightly pulling the slide back to make sure a round was chambered and then returning it to the holster. he Stood there for a moment and looked at Esabel, she was covered in marks and couldn't help but chuckle slightly as he helped her off the table and held her hand as they left the room to go to the dining area.
the looks the two of them received were either pure envy or were completely awestruck, looking at both of them one could tell they had a hell of a time in bed, though most of the onlookers were focusing their eyes upon Esabel who obviously didn't care if the marks and bruises were showing from their fierce lovemaking. Wulfric started to be amused as some couldn't help but follow them to see what they were going to do next, but eventually moving on to return to whatever tasks they were working on before they walked by. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 11:47 pm
Inside Esabel’s rooms, Elisa would discover a place right out of a BDSM mightmare and still just messy enough to show her that someone, or two someones, had had a lot of fun in those rooms. Especially since Esabel hadn’t finished putting away all of the toys they’d used and the bed was still a complete mess. The playroom (torture room) was even more kinky and demented. It was obviously meant for torture in every way that lead to screaming and bleeding. Complete with the shower put in here so that whoever ‘played’ in this room could get clean instead of tracking blood everywhere. Which was why Ren had insisted on the shower being in there after Esabel had tracked bloody footprints all over the place once…
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2016 1:10 am
Death or Glory The Wardens Protectorate
82nd tracker division Emilia Cook xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Emilia couldn't help but feel terrified and a bit aroused, she was different when she wasn't on duty and could always be counted on to have fun, but this brought things to a whole new level that even she wasn't sure she could handle. having been distracted long enough Emilia started looking around, it was obvious this was not what she was expecting to find behind a door that was reinforced, but she stayed determined and and did her best to ignore the toys laying around as she started opening everything up and started looking through the contents.
eventually having been through everything in all the rooms including the torture room which was leaving her speachless of the things that she found in there, she briefly sat down sighed very deeply and just shook her head "this is going to be a lot harder than i thought, i suppose i'll have to go elsewhere and check a different door" there had to be something she could get her hands on if anything she was doing her best to remember the layout of the base that alone would be gold by itself in case Felix decided to come in himself. doubtful in all likelihood he'd just send her back in again when things settled down and try again.
Before long Emilia finally got up and made her way to the door checking to make sure the guard was still out before she left the room to begin her search for information. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx either way you're screwed.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 1:47 am
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang
Emilia Cook xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx After Wulfric closed the door behind him, he glanced over at his new prisoner who started to regain consciousness, with a smirk on his face he stepped over to the table and just watched as things started to come together for his prisoner.
Emilia started to groan as well as began to move around the realization of being a prisoner became apparent when she tried to move her feet and hands and found them strapped down to a table, "What the!" she opened her eyes and looked at the predicament she was in before looking at Wulfric in complete terror. 'oh no they are going to torture me!' she thought as she began struggling with the cuffs but she would have no use of escaping those cuffs were designed to hold someone down so that they didn't squirm to much.
Wulfric stepped closer the grin still on his face " might as well relax and enjoy this, my companion here has a special surprise for you and to be honest i'm rather intrigued at what she has in mind for you, this is a special place for her and myself so being given the pleasure is a rare delight indeed, most prisoners get to go to a cell to be handled there, but since i'm the one whose currently running the show of dealing with prisoners you are at Esabel's mercy" Emilia wasn't fond of the idea of being at anyone's mercy especially considered what this looked like "and the scent of lust is clear to smell, you came in here once before and that is how i tracked you down" Wulfric stopped at that point to turn around to see that the guard was on schedule with getting his tasks done as Jasker came through the door, who just looked at Wulfric before looking past himto seeing their captive cuffed to the table.
Emilia shaking in terror couldn't help but wonder just what they had in mind for her though she didn't have much of a choice in the matter and hoped that Felix would come in to get her if she didn't show up on time to leave, though she had no way of knowing that Felix was indeed coming in but it would be sometime before he made the call, so she was completely at their mercy until help came. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 7:08 am
Esabel let Wulfric talk to the woman when she came to. But now she moved over and checked the restraints before speaking, and then it was with a tone of excitement, "Esabel's only done this one once so it's really gonna be fun," she said simply as she moved to stand where Emilia could see her and the excitement dancing in her dark eyes. She motioned Jasker over with an almost distracted air, knowing full well that the pleasure slave was handsome enough to tempt the woman and his tastes ran along the same lines as Esabel's. "Esabel's gonna let him have some fun with you while Esabel's Puppy asks you some questions. If you answer, you get a reward. If you don't, you get a punishment," she explained before she raised a small dagger instead of a scalpel. She grinned at the fear that sprang into life in the woman's eyes, not knowing what Esabel was going to do with the dagger. But Esabel simply started to slice the woman's clothes off while Jasker grinned as he openly started choosing from the various toys Esabel had available for him to use. Especially the various whips....
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 7:59 am
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang
Emilia Cook xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Emilia started frantically to try and get away as her clothes were being cut away which left her exposed to any who dared approach, under normal circumstances she might have been overjoyed by the prospect of exotic sexual interaction but she highly doubted that this was where this was going to be going. Jasker had already finished selecting what he wanted and stepped over, the lust in his eyes was apparent as he stepped around the table to give esabel room to do her thing and just enjoyed the sights, the Prisoner truly was a beautiful specimen Esabel and Wulfric had given him. glancing over to Wulfric as he stepped up a smirk on his face as he was starting to get the idea as to what was about to happen...
"well shall we get started?" Emilia looked at Wulfric terrified of just what they wanted to do to her "who sent you and why do you and your people want us killed?" Emilia eyes grew wide as she looked at him suddenly realized she was being interrogated " killed! i don't... why would i want to kill you, i don't even know who you people are, i was..." Emilia stopped at that point suddenly unwilling to divulge any information, Wulfric just shook his head "wrong answer we've been dealing with your ilk since i got here i know there are more of you people and someone is calling the shots" Wulfric suddenly stepped forward and stood short of being between her legs "i'll ask again otherwise..." Wulfric left it at that. Emilia shaking all over responded finally "I must warn you i am trained to resist all forms of torture i will not talk" Wulfric smiled "well that's a good girl resist all you want, makes little difference to us but thank you for that tidbit of information the fact you are trained to resist torture only suggest you are apart of something much bigger, also means you are probably a throw away just like the rests but i'm sure someone like you knows something" Wulfric looked at Esabel and Jasker and just nodded at them giving them the go ahead to have their little bit of fun. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 12:12 am
((TIMESKIP)) The enemy had gotten too close. Something had happened but no one knew what. Only two people could have told the tale: one was dead; the other was nearly there. Nalyne stood at the foot of Esabel’s bed as he looked at her tucked into her bed with a fresh set of sheets carefully laid around her and thought, yet again, that she was adorably beautiful – even when she was dying… Her injuries could be healed only one way now. Lily had tried so many times… He’d finally put a stop to it when she’d passed out and there had been no change. So she was now actively looking for a new babysitter for her beloved sister, his niece. So far, Lily had found all the applicants to be lacking. He’d managed to keep her from killing three of them so far. Four were currently stewing in the prison until Esabel could wake up: potential ‘playmates’… His beloved Princess had found her ruthless streak. And he’d been reduced to borrowing cuffs from Allistair… They still hadn’t found anyone able to get Dancer’s chocolate whipped cream recipe right yet, but there was a promising liquid chocolate that Dev had recommended that he was willing to try. As long as it wore his Princess out so that she could sleep without nightmares tonight… He shook his head to refocus his attention and moved around the bed to pull the white sheet back so that he could check Esabel’s injuries and winced hard as he gently put the sheet back again. His dark eyes found Esabel’s face and his face softened instantly as he tenderly traced her face, “Lily will find you someone to stay, Essy… Just stay with us, Sweetheart… Just a little longer… I can’t bear her tears any more than I can bear to see what they’ve done to you… Don’t fade from us yet, Esabel…” he whispered softly to her before he leaned down to press a light kiss to her forehead, the act reinforcing her deep sleep. He’d taken a page from his half-brother’s book to keep Esabel alive but had edited that page very heavily. Esabel was, for all intents and purposes, effectively dead. Or so close to it that no one else would be able to tell otherwise. Well…. Very few would be able to tell…. Basically, it was the state that Ilea usually fell into when she was between Masters. Present circumstances excepted. For some reason, Ilea seemed to be managing and he was grateful. He only hoped she managed to make it past the six month barrier he’d given her when he’d initially awakened her…. He shook his head to focus his wandering thoughts again, though Lily didn’t blame him for it whenever he came here. Seeing Esabel’s injuries was worth the wandering thoughts. They still didn’t know how many attackers Esabel and Wolfe had run into or even what race the attackers had been. As it was, only Ilea’s knowledge of anatomy had allowed them to salvage Esabel’s internal organs at all. And if they didn’t find someone soon… Esabel’s body would begin to rot…. He shook his head again and turned to leave the room, pausing once with a frown. Had he felt something move past him just then? He shook his head. Impossible. This room was the most protected in the entire base. Not even the treasury was this protected… He turned at the door to look at Esabel one more time. He noted that her skin almost matched the white sheets, only her dark hair and blood-red lips stood out. Those would never change, not even after she died… As he left the room, he said only one thing, “I have to prepare Lily for it. We can’t find someone in time… There is simply no way…” he said in a resigned tone
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 9:16 pm
The shadows of Esabel's room came to life, rising from their corners and snuffing out any trace of life, and they brought forth a whip thin looking man from the corner of the room. The darkness receeded, yet his presence was like as if the dark couldn't be extinguished; his long black hair was slicked back into a neat ponytail, and pale grey eyes stared down at the sleeping woman from behind a long, angular nose. His pale face had sharp features, high cheekbones with a gaunt look to him, and he barely filled out the tattered black robes he wore. Despite such a frail appearance, he radiated deathly might not unlike a fellow death demon, one that the Re and the Sandman had grown to know quite well. Unlike his compatriot, this Harvester was nowhere near as nice, and held maybe only an ounce of the compassion and martial skill. What he lacked in those areas, he more than made up with his mastery of the Death Arts and the cruelty to inflict pain and misery that would last lifetimes. Such was the case when he came to gaze upon the sleeping form of Esabel, and a sneer formed on his thin lips.
A stasis was keeping her alive, though barely holding her psyche together. Fractured, tormented.... Ooooh, a project. A failed one, though there was some serious skill at work here. She was quite a find, though he wondered why her engineer would leave such unfinished work when it had potential. Oh well, such a thing was hardly his problem. He had come to this place in search of the Exile, better known as Ohvan; but he wasn't here. It was as this man was leaving that he paused, a frown on his lips as the lingering presence of Ohvan hit him. It hit him like a truck, and he could feel the lust and need in the air. Mating; Ohvan had a mate here. Or, at least he did. It had been ages since he last had a mate, or at least one that wasn't fragile. Looking back to Esabel, he decided that sating his needs would have to come first.
Green energy surrounded his hands as he held them over her. An ancient spell was cast, and the stasis that held her was broken. Esabel would no doubt wake, but to the sight of this Harvester holding her against the wall by her throat, a sneer on his face as hands of shadow and bone snaked from the wall to grab her wrists and ankles. "You...will do. " Darkness seeped from his fingertip, slowly enveloping her neck before moving to her shoulders and back, burning into her skin like a brand, a Mark. She would need it so he didn't accidentally kill her, but hurting her was fine. The Mark slowly settled, the smell of burning flesh in the air before he threw the poor girl onto her bed so hard that it flipped right over, yet he was right there on the other side, pouncing on Esabel.
Darkness and shadows filled the room, only to block all sight and maybe muffle some cries...........
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 11:44 pm
Esabel woke up to pain, though she’d gone to sleep to pain so that shouldn’t have surprised her. Her dark eyes were wide as she looked over his face, her crimson lips parted as she panted for air past his grip on her throat as he held her against the wall. Her pale skin was marked with Ilea’s beautiful stitches that showed the map of the battle where someone had truly tried to kill her for good – and had known how to do it. Then he Marked her and she found enough breath to scream for him. In the process, she showed him that Goh did create her to do that just as beautifully as she did everything else, only the pain of it healed a few of the shallowest cuts and some of the bruises while raising her desire in an instant. Needless to say, there was little to doubt for him that she enjoyed everything he did to her, got nicely healed up, and even begged for more. He got to play with all of her toys in the bedroom. And all of the ones in her playroom. He played with her until he did something that no one had ever done before: He made Esabel pass out… Of course, it only lasted for an hour, but he actually did it. It was a minor miracle, even if he didn’t know it yet. And there were plenty of people who would tell him if he gave them the chance to. Esabel came to again to find herself chained to the righted bed. At least, she thought it was the bed. And she thought it was at the right angle. She could be wrong. It had happened before. She raised her head to look around the room and gave a moaning hiss when the Mark he’d given her actually burned, making her body shift over the bed for him as whatever he was doing effectively distracted her from figuring out whether she was right side up, sideways, or at some weird angle that she might have liked even better. “Please, please, please… Play with Esabel more… Up, down, sideways, backwards; toys, no toys, blades, blindfolds, gags, chains, whips… Whatever you want… Just play with Esabel more an’ more an’ more… Esabel likes fun with screams but screams with pain an’ blood is mostest fun…” she stopped talking with a gasp when the burning went up a notch. Her talking couldn’t have been annoying. That was impossible. She’d been created to be adorable when she wasn’t sexy. It was a mechanism in her that kept her from getting killed most of the time… A telling thing was that she hadn’t addressed him in any way yet or asked him for a name yet. For Esabel, she’d either come up with a nickname for him completely randomly and sometimes not fitting the person at all. Or, in his case, he would have to give her something he wanted her to call him… Otherwise there was no telling what she’d come up with. And the Mark he’d given her gave him access to the proof that she was just that inventive: like calling Gurzil’s Kam DooDi Head once… Or when she’d called Gin a Sparkly-Freakle-Fart when he’d pulled her out of his poison stash once… Esabel’s mind also revealed that she really was that chaotically insane… And why she was that way… The Dark Energy that she controlled (and the Dark Matter that often acted on her behalf) was the very stuff that kept the universe together and made up most of the universe. That was a power that no one should have been able to touch, much been able to manipulate at all. Needless to say, she was a few marbles shy of a full coloring book. But she was certainly fun… And she would never be boring… If he could keep her attention focused where he wanted it… Unfortunately, while he was making her Mark burn with increasing intensity, she just begged for more and it simply translated into ‘play with me more’ and turned up her libido even higher… So yeah, she was nuts…
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 9:46 am
The Harvester walked over to Esabel with cold eyes, and gently cupped her face in his hands. He examined her quietly as she pleaded and begged him, using a cute voice with nonsensical sentences. His Mark burned every so slightly as her need tried to infect him, but somehow he didn't even budge. The demon let her face go, instead striking it with a stinging slap. "Silence!" He hissed, squatting down and grabbing her face so she would look at him. "A slave only talks when they are spoken to, and you are my slave. I am your master now." He growled, and he slowly got to his feet before snapping his fingers. A sickly green energy formed at his fingers, and hit the handcuff to melt it off of her. His Mark on her was burning less, now becoming icy cold as his arms folded over his chest. "I am Lancaster, your new master." The demon stated, and helped Esabel to her feet. "Now then, I suggest you pull yourself together, and show me around this place. I hunger, and I wish for you to show me around." Lancaster's words made his Mark exert a strange influence on Esabel, a compulsion of sorts for her to heed his words and do as he stated. Lancaster looked highly unimpressed with everything, especially Esabel. Having taken the time to sate his needs and Mark her, and this was the result: a broken mind that was only held together by staples and basic needs. She did hold up rather nicely under his ministrations, which was something new and somewhat exciting, though he wondered how long she would last before he grew bored with her and moved on to something more exciting. There was also the lingering aura of the Alpha Harvester, that damned Exile. The thought of meeting that man again made him growl loudly, trying to keep himself under rigid control. That was all he had; nihilistic anger and rigid control.... Very few things made his blood go, even kinky sex with lunatics. She would have to work hard to make him try to feel again.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 12:05 pm
Unfortunately for Lancaster, once one got Esabel going it was hard to turn her motor down. As the cuffs melted and dropped her to the floor with a pained sound (turned out the bed was on its side, go figure) she reached a hand up to wipe the blood from her mouth and looked at it on the back of her hand for a moment, her messed up dark hair spread out around her like a perfect dark fall that should have been a warning to practically anyone else. She easily got to her feet despite the stitches still in her skin and the very obvious pain she still had to be in despite the healing he’d done so far. She wasn’t totally healed yet, but she wasn’t at death’s door anymore. She headed over to her dresser and pulled out her usual halter-tanktop and short-shorts in white (since they showed the most blood and were the easiest to change) then threw her hair behind her without bothering with the brush on top of the dresser and finally headed for the door. “Come on then. Esabel will show you the food place and the base,” she told him simply. But she paused with her hand on the door and turned her beautiful dark eyes on him with his Mark still shifting into place over her neck and shoulders with a gaze that practically burned on its own. “Esabel called someone else Master once, you know… He died… Esabel and her sisters killed him… He went poof… Esabel can feel that you don’t wanna be here… But Esabel’s tired of bein’ alone… Everyone leaves Essy… But you won’t leave be leaving Esabel…” she told him in a low tone as she slowly advanced on him, her voice going slightly lower as she moved, and slightly crazier, her dark eyes taking on a look that proved that it wasn’t entirely Esabel speaking. As she finally got right up to him, her Powers took over and basically b***h-slapped him right across the face hard enough to spin him around towards the wall behind him where the anchored restraints and various whips were. But with that done, Esabel turned right back around and headed back for the door and threw it open to the rest of the Re Base. “Okies then! If’n you want that fixeded you’s probably gonna havta talk to my Unka Nalyne. Only one Esabel knows of that can keep Esabel from makin things go boom. Well, aside from Ilea. But Ilea’s special. So’s Lily. But all’s Lily’s gotta do is ask Esabel. Ilea’s got special powers. Nalyne’s got special powers too but he might can make that go away,” she rattled on as if things like that happened every day. Of course, he wouldn’t be making the same mistake he’d made in the room again, that was for sure. He simply couldn’t make it now. Esabel’s Dark Power’s had just made sure of it. They’d effectively leashed him for the moment. Time to talk to her Uncle Nalyne…
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