The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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She hears a few muted groans as a few other patrons of the bar cum too, their cum splattering over the floor and their hands.
Ash just groans weakly and sits up. "Likewise.... Mistress!" She says, flopping back onto the table, panting.
Ash just groans weakly and sits up. "Likewise.... Mistress!" She says, flopping back onto the table, panting.
She has to wait for a bit to get a towel as there are a few others at the bar, getting towels as well. A few of them give her appreciative nods, and some even pay her a few compliments on owning such a good looking slave! [Rep +5]
Ash wraps the towel around herself like a cape before rubbing herself down, giving her assets a nice shake in the process. "Can I keep it? It feels so nice and furry!" She says, giving Phorsaal an impish smile with the puppy eyes.
Ash wraps the towel around herself like a cape before rubbing herself down, giving her assets a nice shake in the process. "Can I keep it? It feels so nice and furry!" She says, giving Phorsaal an impish smile with the puppy eyes.
Melkor catching the scent of the elf immediately goes to work moving swiftly down the trail darting from one tree to another eventually he actually makes his way to higher branches of trees to give himself a better advantage getting the higher ground. He makes an effort for his black smoke to be at an minimal so no one could spot him as he snaked his way down the trail.
"No, you can't keep the towel. It belongs to Hark and we have to give it back. I have towels at my place any way so there is no need to just keep this one." She gives her a grin and wipes her off before giving the towel back to Hark. Picking up Ash, she leaves the bar and walks back to her apartment.
The scent of the elf gets stronger the closer he gets, and then, while he's in the upper branches, he suddenly sees movement as something flies towards him! The next thing he knows, there's an arrow sticking out of the tree trunk an inch to the right of his face, still quivering with force with which it impacted the tree. "Who goes there!? I can smell you!" A female voice yells. He can't see where it's coming from, though... She must be camouflaged!
"Aw, okay!" She says, grinning as she's picked up like a teddy bear and hugged to Phorsaal's chest, Phorsaal's breasts almost encompassing her head. "Mm. Nice pillows, mistress!" She says, giggling. In about half an hour, they reach Phorsaal's apartment, and Ash looks around. "Wow. You actually live in a place with a roof and four walls and all..." She murmurs, her eyes roving over everything.
Klaus whistles a tune in an attempt to look casual, taking fistfuls of his satin top in his hands to substitute for pockets as he saunters into the convenience store. With a wave to the cashier, he begins to take a look around. Particularly, he's in search of rope, or any similar sturdy cord to use. However, he's sure that going in with anything is better than going in with nothing.
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"Yes... it isn't much, but it is mine." She places her down on the couch "This is your home now as well. Right now we are in the living room, that over there is the kitchen, to the right is the bedroom and the left is the bathroom. The living room is for relaxing, the bedroom for sleeping, the ktichen for eating and the bathroom for taking care of business. Now then, do you have any questions?"
As he walks into the store, a little bell jingles overhead, announcing his entrance. The cashier looks up, and nods his head to Klaus as he waves. As he walks around the stores, he sees a few posters of some people, notably a woman and man with golden hair, who seem to be speaking into some kind of device, probably something that amplified their voices, judging by the crowds of humans in front of them. Looking around the store, he sees mostly food products, drinks, and snacks wrapped in bright packages designed to attract eyes. Notably, however, he sees coils of bright red, blue, orange, and green nylon ropes in a corner.
Ash nods her head as Phorsaal describes the layout of the house. "Questions? Er... Well... Might sound kinda embarrassing, but... What's your name? I kinda forgot!" She says, grinning sheepishly.
Ash nods her head as Phorsaal describes the layout of the house. "Questions? Er... Well... Might sound kinda embarrassing, but... What's your name? I kinda forgot!" She says, grinning sheepishly.
"Ohh okay. Okay then... Mistress. Hmm. I could get used to this. Now! Time to explore!" She says, giggling as she darts around the place, her wings fluttering as she hops from place to place, her body jiggling as she pokes around the place, bending over to unintentionally or intentionally expose her pussy and asshole, her tail darting about excitedly.
Klaus bundles the coils of rope all into his arms. No matter how cumbersome, he decides that there's no such thing as too much rope in this situation. Carefully, ever so carefully, he takes a deep breath and casts perfection on himself, and with a swaying, nonchalant gait, Klaus approaches the counter and register. Meanwhile, his hand stays at the ready, prepared to grab his rapier, right as he drops all the rope down onto the counter. He speaks sweetly to the tired cashier. "Hi doll, how much for these- oh! I think you may have dropped something!"
His body shimmers slightly as a layer of an illusion appears over him, giving him the appearance of a brunette with large breasts and a curvy ass, dressed in a tight, rather short dress. His eyebrows go up, but he immediately frowns, glancing at the door. "Wait a second. I didn't see you come in. Where's the other dude?" He asks, slightly on guard now, and looking at her suspiciously.
Unfortunately, no new jobs have been posted, and the others are still there, with the exception of the elf one.
"You fell asleep at the register, darling." Klaus folds his arms accusingly, a bit of vitriollic intent behind the word "darling" as he tries to turn the tables on the cashier. "I said hello to you when I first came in, but you were out like a light. Awfully immature of you to be trying to pin this on me. The other dude is one aisle over, check for yourself if you care"
"Nuh uh. I didn't fall asleep. I never fall asleep on the job. Boss made sure of that!" He points to a large white device on the wall behind him that seems to be giving off an almost inaudible buzzing. "He kept the temperature so low I'm almost freezing in here!" He says grumpily, rubbing his arms.
Phorsaal easily spies him, since he has taken on the appearance of a classic Djinn from the old stories from Earth, that of a large, muscular, dark skinned man in a black vest and a large blue turban, black pointed shoes with curled toes, the whole deal!
Phorsaal easily spies him, since he has taken on the appearance of a classic Djinn from the old stories from Earth, that of a large, muscular, dark skinned man in a black vest and a large blue turban, black pointed shoes with curled toes, the whole deal!
"Ah yes! Yes I am! Hello! My name is Quarro! Please, take a seat!" He says in a booming voice with a smile on his face. Once she is seated, he leans forward, putting his elbows on the table. "I would wish that you find me a Middle Eastern woman for a slave!" He says, grinning and showing off a row of pearly white sharp teeth. His eyes are smoking freely, and the smoke flashes red a few times, like a sort of display.
"Yes, yes! No soul slave! And thick and curvy! I like them thick and curvy!" He says, grinning.
"Ok... middle eastern woman, thick and curvy, physically here. That will take a bit of doing, but nothing I can't handle." She stands up and gives him a nod "I will be back in a while with your woman." She heads out of the bar and heads for the portal to earth.
Again, it's another hours long slog through the wastelands, before she finally reaches the Earth portal, and sees the Gatewatcher. "Eidolon Phorsaal. State your purpose here." The giant says in a booming voice right into her head.
"Hmm. Humans seem to be rather in demand lately. Just a few hours ago an incubus walked in for the same purpose... But anyway. You may enter. I'll be watching." It says, waving its hand at Phorsaal. She feels a burning sensation on her neck as whatever charm the Gatewatcher cast takes effect.