The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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"Ohhh. Well..." He pulls out a long knife from his bag, slightly hooked at the end, and grins, flashing it in front of her. Phorsaal recognises it as a Kukri, a commonly used tribal weapon in some places.
"Right..." She hears him murmur, before pulling a sheath out of the bag, strapping it to his waist, and following behind her.
They eventually reach the city and the guards open the gates, letting Phorsaal in while looking at the man with slight hunger in their eyes.
They eventually reach the city and the guards open the gates, letting Phorsaal in while looking at the man with slight hunger in their eyes.
She grabs his hand again and steps through the gate with him "Please... stay close to me. With no brand you are basically free food to anyone should you get separated from me." She keeps on moving, heading for the arena. "We have to get you registered."
"Right now? Can't we at least go to your house first or something?" He groans, before shutting up once he notices the hungry stares of the demons around him. "Er... Why..." He edges closer to her. "Are they all staring at me like I'm the world's yummiest burger...?" He asks, glaring back at some of them.
"Because you are human, which means you are a slave. You are toned and built, which means you have stamina. Lastly, you are unbranded... which means anyone could try and make you pledge service to them... which means you are fresh meat. I suppose we could stop at my place first.... fine, a little meet and greet is in order." She changes course for her appartment.
"Oh wait... Not to mention... I've got a higher spirit sensitivity or something... Which is probably- shit." Their way is suddenly barred by an incubus, flanked by a succubus and another incubus. The one in the middle is wearing a crisp black suit, and has large black wings sprouting out of his back. His bodyguards, as Phorsaal assumes, since they are clad in light armour, grin at her.
"Fine looking specimen you got there... How much for him?" The suited incubus asks, tilting his head at Phorsaal, his hungry eyes focused on the man. Phorsaal notices his hand already resting on the hilt of his kukri.
"Fine looking specimen you got there... How much for him?" The suited incubus asks, tilting his head at Phorsaal, his hungry eyes focused on the man. Phorsaal notices his hand already resting on the hilt of his kukri.
"Come on now... Don't be so hasty. How about 5,000?" He asks, raising an eyebrow, that hungry look still on his face. Phorsaal notices the man sliding behind her and subtly lowering his bag to the floor before sliding out once more, his grip tightening on the hilt of his kukri as he stares down the bodyguards.
She puts a hand up and onto her companions stomach to try and ease him down a bit. "Sir, we both know that is a horrible price. This man with me is both physically capable and combat trained. Not to mention he WANTS to be here... a slave like this could easily go over 100,000 chips at a high rolling auction. But that means nothings, because I am NOT selling him. Now please, step aside."
The demon gives a sinister chuckle. "Very well... Looks like we're doing this the hard way, hmm?" He turns his head to say something to the incubus, but before he can, Phorsaal barely sees the man move, before the wickedly curved blade a millimeter from the incubus' throat. "Now now... The kind lady said I'm not for sale... Now how about stepping aside before I end your rotten life right here?" The man says, glancing at both the bodyguards. The succubus has a mechanical rapid fire crossbow in her hands, while the Incubus has two swords.
"YOU FOOL! Who do you think you are!? You think a worthless hunk of metal can hurt me!?" He growls, raising his elbow to smash the man in the side.
The man instead presses the blade to his throat. A loud hissing noise is heard, and the incubus screams, trying to jerk away as the smell of his sizzling flesh filled the air, which attracted a lot of attention.
The man moves the knife away and grins. "I doubt blessed metal counts as a useless hunk of metal..." He muses, grinning sadistically.
"You... You fucking bastard..." The incubus growls, the top of his collar starting to turn red with blood.
"Now... Let us walk away... And I won't end your worthless life right here. I really fucking hate bullies." The man says, the blade hovering a millimeter from his throat.
"FINE! Koyar, Moira! Weapons down!" He growls.
"Much appreciated. Miss, my bag, if you please?" The man says, withdrawing the knife, but keeping it poised at the suited incubus' back, while the bodyguards lower their weapons and glare at both of them.
"YOU FOOL! Who do you think you are!? You think a worthless hunk of metal can hurt me!?" He growls, raising his elbow to smash the man in the side.
The man instead presses the blade to his throat. A loud hissing noise is heard, and the incubus screams, trying to jerk away as the smell of his sizzling flesh filled the air, which attracted a lot of attention.
The man moves the knife away and grins. "I doubt blessed metal counts as a useless hunk of metal..." He muses, grinning sadistically.
"You... You fucking bastard..." The incubus growls, the top of his collar starting to turn red with blood.
"Now... Let us walk away... And I won't end your worthless life right here. I really fucking hate bullies." The man says, the blade hovering a millimeter from his throat.
"FINE! Koyar, Moira! Weapons down!" He growls.
"Much appreciated. Miss, my bag, if you please?" The man says, withdrawing the knife, but keeping it poised at the suited incubus' back, while the bodyguards lower their weapons and glare at both of them.
She hears a nasty snarl from the incubus, who is holding his hand to his throat as he watches them walk away.
"Whew. Close..." The man mutters as they walk.
When they get home, Phorsaal sees Ash and Jolen giggling at something on the computer while Felicia is looking on wide-eyed. She looks at them when they enter, and the words she was about to say doe on her lips when she sees the man.
The man, on the other hand, has his jaw on the floor. "Wha-? You-? Huh...?" He stutters, blinking.
"Ooh! Mistress got a new slave!" Ash squeals, before sniffing the air. "And he smells gooooood..." She murmurs, grinning at the man, who is still staring dumbfounded at Felicia.
"Whew. Close..." The man mutters as they walk.
When they get home, Phorsaal sees Ash and Jolen giggling at something on the computer while Felicia is looking on wide-eyed. She looks at them when they enter, and the words she was about to say doe on her lips when she sees the man.
The man, on the other hand, has his jaw on the floor. "Wha-? You-? Huh...?" He stutters, blinking.
"Ooh! Mistress got a new slave!" Ash squeals, before sniffing the air. "And he smells gooooood..." She murmurs, grinning at the man, who is still staring dumbfounded at Felicia.
"That's not... Felicia... That's... Mrs. Ayah...?" The man says, his eyebrow arched so high it looks like it's trying to fly off his face. Felicia lets out a weak chuckle. "Er... Heheh. Hi Hatim..." She mutters.
"Errr... Mind explaining why you dragged my English teacher to hell?" Hatim asks, looking at Phorsaal with the same expression.
"Errr... Mind explaining why you dragged my English teacher to hell?" Hatim asks, looking at Phorsaal with the same expression.
"that is a long story, so let me sum it up. I was hired by a djinn who wanted a curvy, thick middle eastern woman. I went up and found Felicia here, that is her name now by the way, and brought her back for the job. The absolute MORON failed to mention he wanted a virgin... so he paid me to take her and then go get a new girl, which I did. So long story short, I get saddled with Felicia here... which is fine, she is drop dead gorgeous no matter what angle you look at her from!"
"Uh huh..." Hatim mutters, before letting his eyes run over his teacher. "Frankly, she looks hotter out of the lab coat than she does in it. Hell, I even fapped to her once or twice." He says, shrugging. Felicia's eyes go wide at that blunt statement, and she blushes hard when she hears Ash and Jolen sniggering behind her.
"Eh... Nope and nope. Like the first one though. Has a nice ring to it... Maybe something similar?" He muses.
Melkor enjoyed the show the succubus was giving her as he stroked his semi flaccid cocks resting his head on his hand while she worked on Dyna's tramp stamp, once she was done Melkor took a step to have a look at her handy work. His twitching to soon hardening cocks tell them his excitement more than his words could, he looks to the succubus and smiled rubbing Dyna's ass before giving it a swat "Some stellar work there miss...this establishment take tips?" Melkor asked realizing how rude he'd actually had been around this time, he had payed and roughly fucked the pretty woman but he never did catch her name so he took his time to ask her as he ogled Dyna's ass considering if he should take and fuck her again.
"Er... Well let's go with Khorvis." He says, shrugging.
Dyna lets out a little squeak as her ass is slapped, and glares at Melkor.
"Weeeelll.... I sure don't mind any. And my name is Liarrie." She says, winking at him.
Dyna lets out a little squeak as her ass is slapped, and glares at Melkor.
"Weeeelll.... I sure don't mind any. And my name is Liarrie." She says, winking at him.
"Hmm, turning it down when you don't have a better idea.... human things. Well then Khorvis, you already know why I brought you down here. A new arena is open and you... will be my champions. Fight as best as you can, defeat and rape your enemies... and bring me that prize money. Have any of you three heard any rules about entry yet?"
"No races barred from competing, but they'll be put into categories. You know, human versus human, elf versus elf, etcetera." Felicia says.
Ash suddenly pops up next to Khorvis and tugs at his jeans. "Hey you wanna see something funny?" She asks.
"Uhh... Sure." He murmurs, letting Ash pull him all the way to the computer.
His eyebrows go up as he watches the screen, and his dick soon follows, as he keeps glancing back and forth between the screen and Phorsaal. "Yeaaaah that's her alright..." Khorvis mutters, chuckling.
Ash suddenly pops up next to Khorvis and tugs at his jeans. "Hey you wanna see something funny?" She asks.
"Uhh... Sure." He murmurs, letting Ash pull him all the way to the computer.
His eyebrows go up as he watches the screen, and his dick soon follows, as he keeps glancing back and forth between the screen and Phorsaal. "Yeaaaah that's her alright..." Khorvis mutters, chuckling.
She sees a video of a Linara's dick getting shoved down her throat while Arryk fucks Linara's ass from behind. She can clearly hear their moans over the crowd, and the video goes on for at least fifteen minutes before Linara finishes in her throat, and Arryk in her ass.
"Soooo... This is apparently Syncharion's viral video number one..." Khorvis mutters, and she can hear the restrained laughter in his voice.
"Girl's got a nice ass though. Any chance I can meet her?" He says, chuckling.
[+300 rep, both for the party and the video. +20 for that little scene you caused earlier.]
"Soooo... This is apparently Syncharion's viral video number one..." Khorvis mutters, and she can hear the restrained laughter in his voice.
"Girl's got a nice ass though. Any chance I can meet her?" He says, chuckling.
[+300 rep, both for the party and the video. +20 for that little scene you caused earlier.]
"Well I think this is some fine work..expect to see me sometime soon wanting the same design but on different skin.." He says dropping about 50 Cs on the chair he was sitting before helping Dyna up and dressing himself and her if she needed help. "I appreciate your services Miss Liarrie.." He says playing around her name a bit before winking and helping Dyna.