The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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Melkor introduces Colahr smirking "This is Colahr I met him over at Hark's, he seemed to be in a little bit of trouble and wanted to speak with you about things regarding the elf I gave yah!" Melkor says looking a bit past her to see if he could catch a glimpse of her.
Amara snaps her fingers, and the cum floats off of her, hanging in the air in a neat ball. Then, she flicks her fingers to the right, where the cum ball splatters into a sink. "There we go. Problem solved!" She says, a smug grin on her face.
"Hmm. Maybe starboard [to the right] a little. We'll get a better view, no?" He says, going inside the captain's quarters. In a few seconds, the ship starts to turn slowly to the right, heading northeast. This also affords Klaus a better view of the sunset, which he notices is almost gone.
"Uhhh... Okay..." Rikaria mutters, looking Colahr up and down. "What's the problem?" She asks, standing in the way, her gaze just the slightest bit hostile.
"Hmm. Maybe starboard [to the right] a little. We'll get a better view, no?" He says, going inside the captain's quarters. In a few seconds, the ship starts to turn slowly to the right, heading northeast. This also affords Klaus a better view of the sunset, which he notices is almost gone.
"Uhhh... Okay..." Rikaria mutters, looking Colahr up and down. "What's the problem?" She asks, standing in the way, her gaze just the slightest bit hostile.
"It's wonderful captain!" Klaus laces his tone with gratitude, setting himself on the rail to watch raptly at sky. In truth, he doesn't give too much of a damn about the beauty of the world right now, as he's too busy feeling suddenly nervous. Things are falling into place and in his favor. He doesn't trust that sea portal for a second, but that doesn't mean he won't take it.
The ship continues to sail, and suddenly, the portal comes into a view, a swirling vortex of black and purple, a tear in the very fabric of reality. And the ship is heading straight for it. Closer and closer it goes, until the prow touches the portal. Then, there is a sudden violent twisting that almost throws Klaus off the rail and into the... Whatever was below the ship now. He feels wind rushing past his hair, and a weightlessness in his stomach. The ship is falling! It falls faster and faster, finally splashing down into some viscous, thick liquid. He's... Somewhere. They were definitely back in the realm of the demons, but... He had no idea where, exactly. The sea was now a black, bubbling, viscous tar, and there were black and red storm clouds gathering above them. He hears confused yelling from the sailors about wondering where they were, and why their instruments were not working.
Well, that works well enough for Klaus. Fighting the smile to accompany his mental chime of "home sweet home," he moves briskly about the deck, craning his neck for any view of land nearby. "Ryan, what the hell just happened? Is everyone okay?" He calls to the captain.
"I have no- Where the fuck are we!? Is this even Earth!?" He yells, looking over the railing into the sea and up at the clouds. "Sir! The ship is heating up! We need to move!" A sailor yells. Ryan runs back inside and tries to start the dead engines. The ship groans and lurches to life on his third try, and starts moving slowly through the sludge.
Klaus approaches the rest of the crew, scouring up the piles of rope. "Is there any sign of land nearby? We could tie this cord together, loop it around something, and then maybe try and pull us to shore in case the engine fails."
"No, no there isn't! Where the hell are we!?" Ryan growls, peering through the black sludge, looking for some blessed land. Then, he gives Klaus an odd look. "How come you're so calm?"
"I'm not fucking calm! Look at me! I'm fucking shaking!" In reply to Ryan's accusations, Klaus snaps and holds out his hand, showing off the quaking movements. In a sense, they are actually real. "I'm just trying to find a way to get us out of this sea of tar, before we get burned and buried alive, and I might be encouraging you to do the same!"
Ryan blinks at his sudden outburst, then quickly shakes his head and looks back out to sea. "Sir! The hull is getting compromised!" A sailor yells. "Dammit!" Ryan pounds the tiller and throttles the ship as fast as it can go, hoping against hope that they would somehow find a way out.
"First day at sea and here we are..." Klaus mutters. "Okay, unless we want to sink and die in an oversized puddle of sludge, we've got to do something. Everyone, scour the ship for anything that could be even remotely of use. This is a trading ship, right? You've got to have materials of some kind. We could forge a beacon, or something." He almost regrets that last part of the statement. Flagging down demons is a horrible idea, but it's at least better than actually dying or plunging his human cargo into the sea of tar. He licks his finger and raises it in the air, hoping to detect any wind they could use to carry the sails. Again, he picks his brain for any sense of familiarity in their surrounding area.
"A beacon..." Ryan's eyes suddenly go wide. "Flares! Get the flares!" He yells. A crew man runs to the cargo hold, and comes back almost immediately. "It's like a furnace down there! Too damn hot!" He yells. Ryan curses and closes his eyes as his ship melts below him. Suddenly, a clear voice rings through the hot, steamy air. "Land! I SEE LAND!" Someone yells. Ryan's eyes fly open, and he peers into the darkness. Indeed, Klaus can see what appears to be a stretch of dark red land, but it looks so far...
Trying not to look relieved at the failed opportunity of flares, the sense of urgency returns as Klaus cranes his neck to look at the land before calling back to the crew. "We can make a sail. If there's any wind in the right direction, it could bring us to shore. Everyone, give up your shirts, unless we've got something better to use, and oars! Do we have anything that would work as an oar? We could paddle our way closer!"
"No." Ryan's voice is strong and calm. "We'll take the ship as close as we can, then load everyone into the longboat, and row while we use our shirts as sails. We should... should be able to reach in time before we drown in tar..." Ryan says, turning the ship a bit towards the land. "Boyles! Get shirts and start stapling or stitching them together to make sails! Use a trio of railing sections as a mast! Jake! Get the longboat ready!" Ryan barks out the orders, suddenly very calm and focused. Admirable, really.
Definitely admirable, Klaus decides, before stripping off his shirt unceremoniously and throwing it to the crew. He isn't exactly sure how to sew, or where they're getting the staples from, but he assimilates with any others by the supposed longboat, planning on helping to ready it.
There's more yelling as the men scramble around the ship, carrying out Ryan's orders. There is the sharp screeching of metal grinding against metal as some of the crew try to saw the railings off to try and make a makeshift mast. Down below, Boyle is busy stapling shirts together, his eyes flicking up to the land every few seconds. Klaus can feel the deck start to get hot beneath his feet. The land definitely looks closer now, looming out of the darkness. Was the ship in a more stable condition, they would each the land in another half an hour, maybe more. But, as it is, time is against them.
Seeing as Boyle and the crew are already on the case with their jobs, Klaus heads over to the supposed Jake to help him ready the longboat. "What do we need to do with it?" He asks, eager to assist.
"Uh, just grab those," He points to a stack of crates before starting to uncover the longboat. "And start loading them into the boat." He says.
They draw closer and closer, the deck getting steadily hotter, until they hear a loud boom from below decks, and the ship grids to a halt. A sailor comes out of the entrance to the engineering deck, coughing. "Engine's blown! We're being flooded with tar!" He yells. Ryan runs out of the tiller room, and heads for the longboat. "Everybody in! We're abandoning ship!" He yells. The crew starts getting into the longboat one at a time, with Klaus and Richie being pushed in first. Then, Jake and Boyles strap the makeshift mast and sails to the longboat before handing out oars to everyone. Jake pulls a lever, and they drop into the sea with a squelch. "Row, row, row for your lives!" Ryan says, digging his oars into the water and starting to pull it back and forth as the sail billows out, pushing them towards the land.
They draw closer and closer, the deck getting steadily hotter, until they hear a loud boom from below decks, and the ship grids to a halt. A sailor comes out of the entrance to the engineering deck, coughing. "Engine's blown! We're being flooded with tar!" He yells. Ryan runs out of the tiller room, and heads for the longboat. "Everybody in! We're abandoning ship!" He yells. The crew starts getting into the longboat one at a time, with Klaus and Richie being pushed in first. Then, Jake and Boyles strap the makeshift mast and sails to the longboat before handing out oars to everyone. Jake pulls a lever, and they drop into the sea with a squelch. "Row, row, row for your lives!" Ryan says, digging his oars into the water and starting to pull it back and forth as the sail billows out, pushing them towards the land.
Klaus plunges his oars into the all-encompassing hold of the tar, and then, with absolutely all the strength and speed he can muster, he forces them back and forth, same as Ryan, while grunting all the while. "Richard, give it your all." He commands, possibly lost among the sure storm of similar grunts and cries. At this point, he's hoping that his role as Richie's master can somehow bring him to move them faster.
The edges of the boat start to bubble and sizzle, the men shifting uncomfortably in their seats and rowing even faster and harder. Richie, more out of fear of his own death than anything else, also puts his back into it, and they get closer. Then, right as the bottom of the boat is about to give out, they scrape against the sand. The men almost jump out of the boat before remembering it's tar they almost jumped into, and drag their oars in the sand, trying to get as far away as possible. Then, when the boat is close enough, they take leaps from the boat, landing on the sand. Once they're all out, Ryan looks around. "Now... Where the hell are we?"
"Not cum control! I just make a bubble around it, and direct it where I want it to go!" Amara says, chuckling. "Well, you're just too damn sexy for me to want to pull out... And did you forget? I'm an incubus. You're not getting pregnant unless I want you to." Jackal says.
"Not cum control! I just make a bubble around it, and direct it where I want it to go!" Amara says, chuckling. "Well, you're just too damn sexy for me to want to pull out... And did you forget? I'm an incubus. You're not getting pregnant unless I want you to." Jackal says.
He rolls his eyes. "You really think I want a kid with a woman I've met only twice? Come on, don't flatter yourself!" He says, chuckling. "Amara, get your dicks out of my ass already!"
"But it feels so snug and warm..."
"Get it out."
"And so tight..."
"Get. It. Out."
"I can feel your heartbeat... Mm. So strong..."
"GET. IT. OUT!"
"Okay, okay, jeez! Got a stick up your ass or something!? Oh wait..."
"You crack that one more time and I'm shoving both dicks in your ass. See how THAT feels!"
Amara laughs and yanks her dick out, a spurt of cum following as Jackal's belly ejects the excess load. He groans and rolls over before getting to his knees. He stands on shaky legs, before looking at Phorsaal. "So, uh... You still wanna go?"
"But it feels so snug and warm..."
"Get it out."
"And so tight..."
"Get. It. Out."
"I can feel your heartbeat... Mm. So strong..."
"GET. IT. OUT!"
"Okay, okay, jeez! Got a stick up your ass or something!? Oh wait..."
"You crack that one more time and I'm shoving both dicks in your ass. See how THAT feels!"
Amara laughs and yanks her dick out, a spurt of cum following as Jackal's belly ejects the excess load. He groans and rolls over before getting to his knees. He stands on shaky legs, before looking at Phorsaal. "So, uh... You still wanna go?"
"Okay then. Thanks a ton, Amy!" Jackal says, turning to walk out. Amara blushes and glares at him. "I TOLD you not to call me Amy!"
"Bye Amy."
"Bye, Jizzy!" She says, rolling her eyes.
Jackal leads them back out onto the street, heading back to his stall, his legs still a little shaky. "Need a bit of rest before we go..." He mutters.
"Bye Amy."
"Bye, Jizzy!" She says, rolling her eyes.
Jackal leads them back out onto the street, heading back to his stall, his legs still a little shaky. "Need a bit of rest before we go..." He mutters.
"Yeah yeah. Make fun of my poor, sore ass..." He mutters, slapping hers. Eventually, they reach his stall, and he sits gingerly in the chair. The elf gives him a weird look, which he returns with an innocent gaze. "Umm... What happened?" She asks, looking at Phorsaal.