[As far as necessary to get caught up/heal Colahr's orc femboy. Not so sure he'd be good for the arena, since he also lacks a slave and isn't quite capable in combat.]
The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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"Uh-uh, dungeon master's decision is final..." Klaus reminds them, wagging a finger before smirking with mischief. "and the dungeon master has decided that the story goes on for a bit longer tonight."
As the boy stirs, rising on wobbly legs with their hesitant help, they find that the will of the tentacle monster is unlike his own. Plagued by his own self-hatred, the young elf sought to destroy his enemies with the help of the monstrous puppet. As his vices took control however, everyone to him seemed an enemy, and he himself became the puppet as the beast wrought hell upon the land. With tears in his eyes, he looks off at the distant countryside just as the sun begins to set. This world of swirling colors and companionship... he disregarded it with the slight of his hand to fuel his inner rage. The druid and rogue rise from the ground as well. Previously lust-driven, it seems that the death of the beast cured their new curses.
As the boy stirs, rising on wobbly legs with their hesitant help, they find that the will of the tentacle monster is unlike his own. Plagued by his own self-hatred, the young elf sought to destroy his enemies with the help of the monstrous puppet. As his vices took control however, everyone to him seemed an enemy, and he himself became the puppet as the beast wrought hell upon the land. With tears in his eyes, he looks off at the distant countryside just as the sun begins to set. This world of swirling colors and companionship... he disregarded it with the slight of his hand to fuel his inner rage. The druid and rogue rise from the ground as well. Previously lust-driven, it seems that the death of the beast cured their new curses.
He nods and stands, packing his dick back into his pants. "Yeah. Will do." He says, leaning forwards to plant a quick kiss on her cheek before turning and looking around a bit before spotting some steps and running down deeper into the arena.
"And now, the last match of the day, the human male, Khorvis, versus the human female, Yanna!" The announcer says.
A few days later, Gila's nipples have healed sufficiently to allow him to play with them, and they are currently in bed, with her bent over in front of him as she reaches back to spread her ass, exposing her lewd, slightly gaping, trained asshole and tiny dick hanging below it, begging him to fuck her ass.
"Yaaaay! Happy ending! Now get off me, Richie. I can't breathe." Melly says, laughing and wiggling around like a fish.
Richie laughs and rolls off. "Yeah. Yeah okay. Well... That was fun... You think they have more stuff like that around here? You know, proper dice and all." Richie asks, looking at Klaus.
"And now, the last match of the day, the human male, Khorvis, versus the human female, Yanna!" The announcer says.
A few days later, Gila's nipples have healed sufficiently to allow him to play with them, and they are currently in bed, with her bent over in front of him as she reaches back to spread her ass, exposing her lewd, slightly gaping, trained asshole and tiny dick hanging below it, begging him to fuck her ass.
"Yaaaay! Happy ending! Now get off me, Richie. I can't breathe." Melly says, laughing and wiggling around like a fish.
Richie laughs and rolls off. "Yeah. Yeah okay. Well... That was fun... You think they have more stuff like that around here? You know, proper dice and all." Richie asks, looking at Klaus.
"I'd bet this entire apartment that they do, and I agree, a flimsy plastic spinner can't compare to the clack of a d20." Klaus says, thrilled to have Richie as his captive audience, and eager to impress him with what he knows. "I don't suppose you'd like to come on a quick jaunt around the city to find out?"
A few days of staying in had meant a ton of fucking Gila's ass. What might have been just a normal hole before was nothing but an asspussy from how his barbed shaft dragged and hammered it into a masterpiece. The stench of cum was in the air more than usual, his hand spanking the messy-haired bitch with a smirk.
"I know there must be abunch of orc males that would kill even for a male if they had a hole like yours."
Pushing in without ceremony, his hands grabbed her waist on both sides to thrust forward without any pause. It was a slick and cozy ride all the way to the base, followed by his tailcock smacking her ass with a loud pop.
"I'm thinking of going and doing jobs today... you can clean up the place, can't you? If I come back to a mess, there'd be no way to focus on giving you your favorite demon dick."
"I know there must be abunch of orc males that would kill even for a male if they had a hole like yours."
Pushing in without ceremony, his hands grabbed her waist on both sides to thrust forward without any pause. It was a slick and cozy ride all the way to the base, followed by his tailcock smacking her ass with a loud pop.
"I'm thinking of going and doing jobs today... you can clean up the place, can't you? If I come back to a mess, there'd be no way to focus on giving you your favorite demon dick."
[Okidoke.]
In a few minutes, Khorvis strides out from one end of the arena, and Phorsaal can see he's wearing a cestus on each hand, and, of course, nothing in the way of armour.
He looks around the arena before scuffing the floor a bit and walking to the center. Phorsaal notices the incubus' eyes widen when he sees him, and he immediately starts looking around the arena for Phorsaal, his face livid with rage.
The female, Yanna, comes out from the other end of the arena holding a whip. Khorvis snorts when he sees her choice of weapon, and moves to stand in front of her, grinning.
"You're going down, asshole!" Yanna yells to Khorvis.
"My my, miss. Watch your potty mouth, or you might get your mouth washed with cum!" Khorvis says, winking at the woman, who growls back at him.
The expression on Khorvis' face tells her that this battle is going to be over before it even starts...
"Oh yeah. Definitely! We gotta scout the place for more stuff like this!" Richie says, grinning.
Gila moans like a slut as her ass is suddenly filled by his cock, and it suddenly tightens up when she gasps at the spank from the tailcock. "Y-yes, master. I'll c-clean the p-place up!" She says, moaning as his dick fills and empties her lewd hole.
In a few minutes, Khorvis strides out from one end of the arena, and Phorsaal can see he's wearing a cestus on each hand, and, of course, nothing in the way of armour.
He looks around the arena before scuffing the floor a bit and walking to the center. Phorsaal notices the incubus' eyes widen when he sees him, and he immediately starts looking around the arena for Phorsaal, his face livid with rage.
The female, Yanna, comes out from the other end of the arena holding a whip. Khorvis snorts when he sees her choice of weapon, and moves to stand in front of her, grinning.
"You're going down, asshole!" Yanna yells to Khorvis.
"My my, miss. Watch your potty mouth, or you might get your mouth washed with cum!" Khorvis says, winking at the woman, who growls back at him.
The expression on Khorvis' face tells her that this battle is going to be over before it even starts...
"Oh yeah. Definitely! We gotta scout the place for more stuff like this!" Richie says, grinning.
Gila moans like a slut as her ass is suddenly filled by his cock, and it suddenly tightens up when she gasps at the spank from the tailcock. "Y-yes, master. I'll c-clean the p-place up!" She says, moaning as his dick fills and empties her lewd hole.
"Then lets do it then!" Klaus gets to his feet. "Melly, Kiras, Pepper, you're all invited to come too, except somebody has to stay home on watch for an imp who's coming to visit. She'll be delivering a little something, although I'm not sure when."
Another crack of the tail sent her ass jiggling even before he thruster deep into her.
"Good girl," he paused to grab a handful of her hair before resuming the dominating fuck, "N-Now before I g-go... one... final... n-nGh!"
A clap of their balls was all it took for the ill-paced fuck to smack to a gut-filling conclusion. But he didn't stay buried, opting to thrust through the climax to help empty his balls. A nice climax helped clear his mind, pulling out to spurt the end of his sperm-show onto Gila's lower back. Only then did he release her and pull away, cocktail smacking the cum-oozing entrance with finality.
Pulling his pants up, his eyes looked to the door.
"I guess I'll go check the bar first... doubt I'll mess with elves anytime soon, so it'll probably be shit pay."
"Good girl," he paused to grab a handful of her hair before resuming the dominating fuck, "N-Now before I g-go... one... final... n-nGh!"
A clap of their balls was all it took for the ill-paced fuck to smack to a gut-filling conclusion. But he didn't stay buried, opting to thrust through the climax to help empty his balls. A nice climax helped clear his mind, pulling out to spurt the end of his sperm-show onto Gila's lower back. Only then did he release her and pull away, cocktail smacking the cum-oozing entrance with finality.
Pulling his pants up, his eyes looked to the door.
"I guess I'll go check the bar first... doubt I'll mess with elves anytime soon, so it'll probably be shit pay."
"I'll stay." Melly says, nodding. "And you're staying too, you annoying dog." Melly says, yanking Pepper's tail down, which makes him sit down with a yelp. Kiras shrugs. "I'll come. Need to see this... City, you call it?" He says, looking thoughtfully at them.
She gasps and moans at the sensation of her gut getting filled, and her ass clenches weakly around his dick, trying to keep it there as he pulls out. "Come back soon, master." She murmurs, sitting up with her legs bent, which lets a little cum drool out of her slightly gaped ass.
She gasps and moans at the sensation of her gut getting filled, and her ass clenches weakly around his dick, trying to keep it there as he pulls out. "Come back soon, master." She murmurs, sitting up with her legs bent, which lets a little cum drool out of her slightly gaped ass.
"A plan indeed. We're headed off then." Klaus says, helping the two to their feet, and soothing Pepper with a goodbye pat to the head as he opens up the door.
It was nice leaving the house, even if it meant leaving his fully-trained anal maid at home, simply for the fresh air. Three days of masculinity reinforcing has done wonders, evidenced by a confident smirk as the shirtless demon walked into the bar a good many minutes later.
Moving toward the board, his tail cooled back down and fully out of sight. Cumming had cleared his mind, but he couldn't help but hope he'd get someone stellar as a client that could be used to acquire a hefty pay...
Moving toward the board, his tail cooled back down and fully out of sight. Cumming had cleared his mind, but he couldn't help but hope he'd get someone stellar as a client that could be used to acquire a hefty pay...
Pepper whines as they leave, and Richie chuckles. "Ten to one we're gonna come back to a mess on the floor after he fucks her butt..." Richie mutters.
The jobs on the board were:
The jobs on the board were:
- Want a mermaid. Look for the Incubus in a black jacket. Reward: 1500 Cs
- Want a male human. Look for the Djinn in a blue jacket. Reward: 500 Cs.
- Looking for a volunteer to help out around the house. Look for the succubus in red leathers. Reward: Negotiable
"Ten to one you've painted my couch white while jerking off to the porn channel." Klaus's eyesbrows wiggle as he looks at Richie, taking him and Kiras along down the sidewalk in search of any shop that may sell roleplay merchandise.
"Meeeh... Not really. Okay half of it..." He mutters.
They come to a shop that has the words Realms of Fantasy written across the board in bright blue, swirling font.
"Well... This is clearly it..." Richie murmurs, walking in.
They come to a shop that has the words Realms of Fantasy written across the board in bright blue, swirling font.
"Well... This is clearly it..." Richie murmurs, walking in.
Klaus holds the door for Kiras, gesturing dramatically for him to enter, and smiling all the while. He himself enters, looking the place over.
The place is filled from top to bottom with everything roleplay. Dice, boards, sheets for particular kinds of roleplays, map making kits, pretty much everything you could think of. A succubus in a blue wizard's robe greets them. "Hello, hello, and welcome to Realms of Fantasy! How may I fulfill your fantasy today?" She asks, smiling.
"Well met and hello. I'm here with two Syncharion newcomers, one of which is an eager human who didn't know demons were real until now, isn't that right Richie? We're looking for a sort of starter package that isn't exactly for starters. We mostly just need die, character sheets, and a couple of campaigns that will blow this kid's mind."
"Hmmm... How much are you willing to spend? I got some pretty cool stuff in here." The succubus says, grinning.
"Knew about demons. Just... Didn't believe in them until now." He says, tilting his head and shrugging.
"Knew about demons. Just... Didn't believe in them until now." He says, tilting his head and shrugging.
"200 Cs, and even then I'd be flatline broke." Klaus says. "And I don't doubt it, this place has a good look to it."
"Er... Well... I can get you a box of dice ranging from d4 all the way up to d100, a set of character sheets for different games, and... A map making kit. The total would come to about 200..." She says, smiling apologetically.
Klaus smiles back, fishing out the 200 Cs in a heartbeat as he tosses it over to the succubus. "Sold. We can get by without anything fancy, right Richie? This is all plenty to work off of."
Phorsaal smiles and leans back in her seat, crossing her legs and looking down at the fight. All it would take is one wrong move on the womans side and things would be over. In fact... this fight was already over, for even if she didn't slip up, all Khorvis has to do is grab the whip with his armored hand and that would be the end of it... not to mention how over aggresive this woman seemed. All the same, her gaze move up and looked at the enraged incubus, a smirk on her lips as he hunts for her.
[There aren't new portals for new species, are there?]
Hunting mermaids, finding a human male, and helping the succubus who sounded a lot like a previous client. Colahr couldn't see the value in the Djinn job since a wrong look could have him getting reamed or dominated in some way. Between helping his own kind or capturing a unique swimming slut, it was just too tough to call. Turning and making his way out to the portals, he moved to the elf portal anyway. This time he'd need to pick a weaker target... one to vent his frustration on and break into a loving cocksleeve.
Hunting mermaids, finding a human male, and helping the succubus who sounded a lot like a previous client. Colahr couldn't see the value in the Djinn job since a wrong look could have him getting reamed or dominated in some way. Between helping his own kind or capturing a unique swimming slut, it was just too tough to call. Turning and making his way out to the portals, he moved to the elf portal anyway. This time he'd need to pick a weaker target... one to vent his frustration on and break into a loving cocksleeve.
"Nah. Don't need the fancy stuff. We can get by on-" He says, before being interrupted by the succubus.
"I have virtual reality stuff too."
"Aaah... On second thought... Klaus, start saving up." Richie says with a grin.
"Begin!" The announcer's voice calls out. The woman snarls and lashes out at Khorvis' foot. He takes a quick step back, just barely avoiding the tip of the whip. The woman yells and lashes out again, this time at his face. He leans to the side, and his left hand shoots up to grab the tip of the whip. His right hand slowly comes up, and he wags his finger at her while shaking his head, the smile still on his face. The woman tries to yank the whip back, but Khorvis has already coiled it around his hand. He starts flexing and rotating his wrist, pulling the woman closer as she tries to fight back. Then, she grabs the whip with both hands and tries to pull, putting her full body weight into it. Khorvis just rolls his eyes and grabs the middle of the whip with his other hand before doing a quick about-face. The handle of the whip flies out of the woman's hand, which makes her stumble forwards. "It's a pity, really. How your choice of weapon makes such a huge difference in whether you win or lose a fight." Khorvis muses, loud enough for the whole arena to hear, thanks to the drone recording the fight. The woman backs away, fear in her eyes like a cornered rat. Khorvis uncoils the whip and grabs it in his right hand, his grin growing more sadistic with each foot of the whip uncoiled. Finally, he grabs the handle of the whip and cracks it in the air. "And you don't even know how to use the weapon you chose. Swinging it about? No!" He cracks the whip. "But now... Your mistake... Is my win." He says, flicking the whip at the woman. She turns and tries to run, and the whip strikes her across the back. With a cry of pain, she falls to the ground before stumbling back up, a snarl on her face. He mercilessly swings again, hitting her thigh, which makes her leg hit the ground as a red welt opens up on her thigh, a little blood flowing out. The whip cracks again, and this time her arm falls, another bleeding welt opening up as tears form in her eyes.
"Submit, and this won't get worse than it has to." Khorvis says, still staying at range.
"Never!" She yells, which earns her another crack of the whip to her other arm, and a cry of pain.
"Submit."
"No!" Another crack.
"You're making this harder than it has to be. Submit!"
"Fuck you!" Another crack, another scream of pain.
"I'm going to ask one more time before I just keep going. Submit." He says coldly.
"Choke on a dick!" She yells.
A crack. And another. And another. And another. Finally, after just two more, the woman screams out. "Stop! I submit! Please, just stop!" She cries, tears flowing freely down her face as her body shakes, wracked with pain.
"Just keep in mind, this was all your fault." Khorvis says, walking over to her before pushing her down to the ground.
"People! Which hole of hers do I claim?" Khorvis asks loudly, spreading his arms as he grins.
"Asshole!" One yells.
"Pussy!" Another female yells.
"Mouth!" Yells a Djinn who is already fapping.
Khorvis laughs and looks at Phorsaal, waiting for her order alone.
The Gatewatcher looks down at him with curiousity.
"Back so soon? Thought you'd take at least a week or so to heal up. Both from your injuries as well as the embarrassment." He says.
"I have virtual reality stuff too."
"Aaah... On second thought... Klaus, start saving up." Richie says with a grin.
"Begin!" The announcer's voice calls out. The woman snarls and lashes out at Khorvis' foot. He takes a quick step back, just barely avoiding the tip of the whip. The woman yells and lashes out again, this time at his face. He leans to the side, and his left hand shoots up to grab the tip of the whip. His right hand slowly comes up, and he wags his finger at her while shaking his head, the smile still on his face. The woman tries to yank the whip back, but Khorvis has already coiled it around his hand. He starts flexing and rotating his wrist, pulling the woman closer as she tries to fight back. Then, she grabs the whip with both hands and tries to pull, putting her full body weight into it. Khorvis just rolls his eyes and grabs the middle of the whip with his other hand before doing a quick about-face. The handle of the whip flies out of the woman's hand, which makes her stumble forwards. "It's a pity, really. How your choice of weapon makes such a huge difference in whether you win or lose a fight." Khorvis muses, loud enough for the whole arena to hear, thanks to the drone recording the fight. The woman backs away, fear in her eyes like a cornered rat. Khorvis uncoils the whip and grabs it in his right hand, his grin growing more sadistic with each foot of the whip uncoiled. Finally, he grabs the handle of the whip and cracks it in the air. "And you don't even know how to use the weapon you chose. Swinging it about? No!" He cracks the whip. "But now... Your mistake... Is my win." He says, flicking the whip at the woman. She turns and tries to run, and the whip strikes her across the back. With a cry of pain, she falls to the ground before stumbling back up, a snarl on her face. He mercilessly swings again, hitting her thigh, which makes her leg hit the ground as a red welt opens up on her thigh, a little blood flowing out. The whip cracks again, and this time her arm falls, another bleeding welt opening up as tears form in her eyes.
"Submit, and this won't get worse than it has to." Khorvis says, still staying at range.
"Never!" She yells, which earns her another crack of the whip to her other arm, and a cry of pain.
"Submit."
"No!" Another crack.
"You're making this harder than it has to be. Submit!"
"Fuck you!" Another crack, another scream of pain.
"I'm going to ask one more time before I just keep going. Submit." He says coldly.
"Choke on a dick!" She yells.
A crack. And another. And another. And another. Finally, after just two more, the woman screams out. "Stop! I submit! Please, just stop!" She cries, tears flowing freely down her face as her body shakes, wracked with pain.
"Just keep in mind, this was all your fault." Khorvis says, walking over to her before pushing her down to the ground.
"People! Which hole of hers do I claim?" Khorvis asks loudly, spreading his arms as he grins.
"Asshole!" One yells.
"Pussy!" Another female yells.
"Mouth!" Yells a Djinn who is already fapping.
Khorvis laughs and looks at Phorsaal, waiting for her order alone.
The Gatewatcher looks down at him with curiousity.
"Back so soon? Thought you'd take at least a week or so to heal up. Both from your injuries as well as the embarrassment." He says.
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"Yeah, well, I had a healer for the physical part. Pride was repaired with a nice orc bitchboy falling for my cock and learning to fit me for a few days..."
Rolling his shoulders, he checked his equipment one final time. He still had the elf daggers and his ring, so maybe it'd be easier if he got disarmed of one to keep fighting. At last, he'd walk through the elf portal cautiously. If only he could be somewhere that wasn't some deep forest for once, maybe he could see his prey from far away enough to possess or capture them immediately.
Rolling his shoulders, he checked his equipment one final time. He still had the elf daggers and his ring, so maybe it'd be easier if he got disarmed of one to keep fighting. At last, he'd walk through the elf portal cautiously. If only he could be somewhere that wasn't some deep forest for once, maybe he could see his prey from far away enough to possess or capture them immediately.
The Gatekeeper nods, and waves him through. He comes out on a cliff with a beautiful view of a large elven city. The city is huge, with large marble spires piercing the air, and beautiful little houses built in an orderly pattern of concentric circles.
Unfortunately for him, there's an elf right in front of him, sitting at the edge of the cliff, who hadn't seemed to see him yet. He or she is heavily armoured, probably a guard.
Unfortunately for him, there's an elf right in front of him, sitting at the edge of the cliff, who hadn't seemed to see him yet. He or she is heavily armoured, probably a guard.
Right back into the fire, Colahr was on edge the instant he got dropped near a city again. But, by some luck, it wasn't into some heavily guarded location. It was behind an elf in full armor. It was time for some revenge, smirking as he reached out to possess the unaware victim. This elf had armor on and would likely be impossible to harm without a lengthy fight. It was wise to use his magic this time right off the bat.