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07-10-2018, 08:36 AM
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Part 4: The next morning
Nexii arose first from her nightly meditative trance. A rune glowed above the door, indicating a visitor. The priestess quickly got on her robe, and went to answer. "Oh, hi there!" She recognized the courier, another female drow many years her junior. "Did my Goblin Slaver's Whip finally come in? I've been bugging Sirken for weeks to get Nilbog to put it into the game. What kind of MMO doesn't have whips for dark elf clerics? I mean, seriously..." Nexii rolled her eyes as she was was handed a sealed letter. The seal type on the reverse indicated it was from a dark elf. "Fine, go. I'll just have to torment him some other way." Nexii pushed the courier away, closed the door, and made her way back to the bed. "So what is it?" Sirken asked Nexii. He watched her intently as she unsealed the letter with her sharp nails. "It's...a letter. It reads: 'You are cordially invited to attend a costume and BDSM affair at Exmo's Pleasure Palace. Dinner and drinks will be served starting at 8 PM server time.'" Nexii began, reading the Tier'Dal script. "But it's Monday. Today is the one day a week I answer petitions while streaming. There will be like fifty viewers left hanging," Sirken protested before she could finish. "Pfft. Just suspend a random puller from each of Aftermath and Tempest. If you're lucky they'll be innocent too. That'll be enough to put the glow of Innoruuk into them!" Nexii's look of glee halted as something dawned on her. "Hey! As if punishing bad players would be more fun than being punished by ME." The cleric gave the shadow knight a pinch on the shoulder, and then continued to read the letter. "'I very much look forward to seeing you there personally, Sirken. L---, Exmo.'" Her words were choked as she felt the bile forming in her throat. She swallowed back down and glared at the pink heart which encircled the signature. "We don't say the l-word, The Unspoken Word, around here. It's a tool for the weak. They'll think you are soft and then this entire place will go to hell." Nexii took a moment to nibble on his still-tender ear. "Mmmm. You're so much better at that than him." Sirken stifled a moan as he held his hair aside. "Oh please! And no, I'm not jealous you have a boyfriend. I think it's so cuuuute Sirkypoo. Tell me are you the dom or sub? Wait! I'd rather be surprised." Her tongue traced around the edge of his ear, and then slurped on the inside. "I really do have to answer petitions though, or Rogean will literally have my ass. Here, take some platinum left over from Kluwengate. Buy us some outfits and snacks to take. Something impressive. We don't want to be seen as cheap. Exmo...he's kind of a big deal, you know." Sirken responded, getting up to quickly dress into his grey-green plate armor. "I'll see you there at 8 PM. Promise." And with a snap of his fingers, he was gone. | ||
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07-10-2018, 11:08 AM
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07-11-2018, 06:20 AM
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Part 5: The same evening
"What do you mean you spent all our platinum on full Kael armor?" Sirken was incredulous. "I gave you all of Kluwen's RMT money. There must have been like 200k platinum total there." "I...uh...saw a Divinity cleric wearing some and I had a moment of weakness..." Nexii averted his gaze. It was shameful and she knew it. To spend so lavishly on a set of armor which admittedly only served as a fashion piece. She could have easily bought more practical upgrades and still had enough left over for party favors. The lead GM sighed. "Well, it's 7:45PM and the quest armor is all NO DROP. There's no way we can take it back before the party. Just...get dressed." He was fretting, pacing from side to side in a manner unlike his typical static calm self. "Aww, are you worried your boo will be upset? I thought he was rich anyways? Isn't his place that new building that made the X'Lottl mansion look like a shack? Just...relax..." Nexii said soothingly. She took his hands and held them up against her D-cup breasts. "It'll be fine, I'm sure." She managed a wane smile, fairly convinced of this herself. "If you say so. You don't know Exmo though, he's...like super picky about things." Sirken answered. "Oh, and you aren't picky? So that's why you're with me, huh?" Nexii raised an eyebrow. She dropped his hands and raised her own, as if about to bitchslap him right across the face. But she held herself back. Unfortunately there wasn't enough time for such games at the moment. She hurried off and finished her last-minute preparations. -- "Nexii, Exmo. Exmo, Nexii. She's a cleric like you." Sirken said, as he'd just arrived at the Pleasure Palace. "A pleasure to make your acquaintence. I've heard so much about you." Exmo gazed at her, or rather her armor more than her figure. "Oh, do you like my new pink armor? It's from Kael. I spent all day giving head to Bvellos for it." Nexii asked, then stated with a grin. "It's purple." Sirken interjected. Already he sensed he'd started some sort of meme regarding color judgment. "You're both wrong. It is clearly shades of magenta." Exmo stated with a sense of confidence that left the pair unable to argue back. "Anyways, what kind of host am I being here? Come on in, the party is just getting started." Nexii followed inside for a tour. To say the Palace was impressive was an understatement. There was three floors of splendour. The basement had a large swimming pool, several hot tubs, and a sauna. The first floor was a sort of open dungeon, replete with high-end bondage equipment, and torture instruments galore. The top level was more of a dance hall and bar, and had an open area that overlooked the water. It was the sort of place she had always dreamed of coming to, but such places seemed so very exclusive even to her. "Such an impressive place. I couldn't help but notice that there's a lot of NPCs here?" Nexii asked, finding it strange that the place seemed only half-full with actual players. "You're observant. Yes, ever since I started bringing Sirken here the Tempest players have been afraid to come by." Exmo replied. "Afraid?" "Yes, ever since the suspensions they're trying to project a new image." Sirken added in, holding Nexii by the hips from behind. "And what image is that? Being a bunch of neckbeard betas?" Nexii asked rhetorically. But her body had another reaction to this information. A warm tingle ran up and down her spine, and through her nether regions. She knew that sense. It was one of arousal caused by the oppression of others. It was unmistakable and could not be pushed away, even if she wanted to. "Actually, I'm pretty impressed. I think I've underestimated your efforts lately. To have an entire guild cuck themselves from this sort of fun, it's rather delicious." She turned and licked her lips in front of Sirken. And soon she was making out with him, her purple lips locked with his until both tired of it. "Thank you Miss Nexii. Oh and Exmo, I'll have you know she's very good at sucking on ears too." Sirken added in, as if to brag. "I can assure you there's one body part I can suck much better than her." Exmo laughed, copping a feel down by the shadow knight's groin. "But dress down, relax. There's so much of the night ahead of us." | ||
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07-12-2018, 10:02 AM
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Part 6: An Orgy of Blood and Pleasure
The trio had spent the early part of the evening dancing, mingling, and drinking together. It was all to great excess. Not a single expense had been spared at Exmo's gathering. The best of the best bards had been hired to play the music, the most reknowned socialites had been invited, and the finest wines had been provided. It was far beyond the female cleric's expectations. The sense of envy she would normally have was drowned out by the sheer entertainment and extravagance of the Pleasure Palace. "Come, let's relax in the hot tub." Exmo took Nexii by the hand, escorting her and Sirken down to the basement level. "So you boys do this often?" Nexii inquired as she stripped down, seeing that they already had. "Amongst other things," Sirken replied. "But don't tell the players I spend most of my time fucking around." Nexii simply shrugged. She figured she was really no better in this regard. Dark elves were a naturally promiscuous race, and she was no exception to the stereotype. The only difference as of late was one of opportunity, for her guildmates did not seem to lust for her. The reason for this should have been obvious to her, but escaped her while she put her armors away. "I'll have the servants provide for us." Exmo proclaimed. Before Nexii could even get in the tub, Exmo and Sirken were submerged to the neck in the hot water. She could tell through its clarity that they were groping one another under the surface. Both had that look in their eyes. The primal look of desire. Watching them get closer, and more lustful, Nexii felt that she did not want to lose out on this experience. She'd lost enough of her own experience from the plethora of screwups and wipes lately. The thought of having to group with commoners to get it back revulsed her. For the moment, she put away this thought by jumping in with the most elite the server had to offer. "Mmm, what's on the menu tonight?" Sirken asked. He looked around, but only fleetingly. "It's a surprise." Exmo said. "Slave girl!" He shouted, calling a young wood elf girl over. The poor thing was trembling in fear, a mess of long golden hair and shaking. She had no clothes on, and it was apparent to Nexii that she hadn't even been trained for this role yet. She looked more afraid than a first time puller or tagger, sensing a ban for the smallest of mistakes. "Who is she and what's her deal?" Nexii whispered to Sirken. "Oh, this druid had a name but it violated the naming policy." Sirken casually explained. "And she wanted to be a dark elf, so I said maybe I'd give her a Guise someday if she learns our ways. We give out one like every two years, so it's always possible." The priestess beckoned the girl over, and soothed her anxieties with magical healing. The power of Innoruuk flowed through the once-nature loving girl, washing away her fear with a sense of disdain. A hatred one might say, for her sorry state. She would do better, if only to show she was worthy of her heart's true desire. With confidence, she sauntered off and returned with a metal bucket. "Close your eyes, Nexii." Exmo suggested, as she sighed, adjusting to the warmth surrounding her body. "Open your mouth." She nodded, trusting him though expecting the worst. Something round and squishy was then popped inside. "Chew slowly and only then swallow." She did as told, and was met with relief. "Mmm, damn that's good." It only took her a moment to figure out what it was. "Halfling eyes, right?" A hand massaging her shoulders affirmatively gave her the confirmation she was correct. "These aren't like the ones from Nektulos Forest." She commented, opening her mouth for a second. "Indeed. Only the best from the Vale. Vanguard brand, I'm told." "They're so moist and juicy. So much flavor." Nexii exclaimed between bites. It was Sirken feeding her oral pleasures now, though she didn't know it. "Inno! You're so tense Nexii. It feels like some rogue has been giving you cheap, quick massages. Here, allow me to do it properly. It needs a cleric's touch," Exmo said, as he then worked his dexterous fingers in deeper to her muscle tissue. She shivered, but soon relented as the cold sensation diffused from the tub's heat. "So I guess they are good for something. Halflings I mean," Nexii said as she savored several more eyes, licking the slime off Sirken's fingers between each one. "I do wonder if they slaughter the things or keep them alive blind?" She said, curiously, but with little response. By now, it felt like her entire body was melting away in pleasure. The food, the physical touch loosening all the pent up rage she had for her compatriots. But still, something was missing. Something decadently evil and over the top, to really put her into the mood. She didn't consider herself the sort of girl that would typically go for threesomes, though exceptions could be had. "Slave girl. It's time. Bring in the keg." Exmo commanded. "A-are you sure that's a good idea Sir?" The blonde wood elf timidly asked, apparently knowing what had been stored within it. "Of course, it's a special occasion and these are very special guests. Quickly, now." The male cleric insisted. The keg was brought out and popped open by the once-druidess. Nexii's curiosity got the better of her and she had to take a look. "Ewwwww...." she said, seeing that the keg was full to the top with blood. "Not just any blood. It's Halfling blood syrup, sweetened and sanitized. Pour it in, dear." Exmo's grin turned wider. His lust for mostly Sirken, but also to see Nexii's reactions to all this couldn't be contained. "It keeps you youthful, they say." Sirken added in, just as the blood was added to the hot tub. The water turned from crystal clear to a bright red shade. "Mmm...well it does taste good." Nexii said as she dipped her finger in and licked it. "I could get used to being a Blood Countess of sorts..." she purred, her eyes flickering as she thought of all the suffering that must have been caused for her pleasure. "Let me see for myself." Sirken replied, slathering her chest and face with a handful of blood syrup. He began to lick it off of her face, smiling at the decadence of the situation. His tongue arched lower, down her neck as she turned, acquiesing to his desires for her flesh. By the time her neck was cleaned, she had put away her initial hesitations. She grabbed his head gently by the ears, and guided his face down to her syrup-covered breasts. All the while, Exmo was working on her shoulders, her back, her ribs. To be desired by two at once - it was more than she'd bargained for. As if it was some sort of universal female fantasy trope. "Mmm. So fucking amazing." She needed to recollect herself, at least momentarily before taking things further. "You two make out with each other, I want to watch for a bit." She grinned, snapping her fingers at the wood elf slave. Another eyeball was given to her, and she popped it in her mouth with a grin. Her grin was one of lust for both of them, one that could only be surpassed by Detoxx's lust for unobtainable warder loot. "This sure beats Pornhub." | ||
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07-12-2018, 11:40 AM
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07-12-2018, 12:09 PM
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07-12-2018, 12:41 PM
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