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Genesis 2, The Burning Crusade (Open RP)
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Morec0
Character: Ormador of Argus
Location: Swamp of Sorrows
Ormador looked over his shoulder, feeling the others' gaze on him and hearing Anarla's words. "Is there something I can help you with?" he said with his continued grimace.
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Morec0
Character: Ormador of Argus
Location: Swamp of Sorrows
"You stare at me, why?" Ormador asked.
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Morec0
Character: Ormador of Argus
Location: Swamp of Sorrows
Orador grunted a scoff of response, then turned back around. "I would say the same for you and your smooth forehead."
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Atik
Riddip, Zalexdrad
Hellfire Peninsula
The man stirred slightly, groaning as the mist seemed to overtake him.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Jezebel
Location:
Hellfire Peninsula
Slowly at first, Jezebel began to sway. Like a hypnotized snake back and forth, lightly humming some wordless tune in her throat. As she did so the presence she seemed to exude grew thicker, her whip began to lightly crackle with a faint red light glowing through the cracks. She continued this, her motions growing bolder, humming deeper, her wings lightly beating the air and sending her pheromones towards the man in even greater amounts.
Suddenly, her eyes flow open. She stepped forward, arm rolling back. Her whip uncoiled in the air behind her like a scorpion's tail prepared to strike. It hung in the air, perfectly straight as though made rigid by the density of magic coursing in it. Then, she threw forward her arm. The whip bent in the air, slowly at first, then faster, faster, flying like a striking snake. It struck, wrapping around the man's neck like a collar and biting deep. The whip flared with down into its entire length with harsh, lusting magic, glowing like like a river of flame along the length.
Jezebel gasped and groaned as she channeled her passion down the whip and into the man. Then, she yanked back, pulling him towards her and into the epicenter of her magic.
Post by
Atik
Riddip, Zalexdrad
Hellfire Peninsula
The man gasped suddenly; being pulled along by the whip being used like a leash. He coughed; catching himself. Fire exploded from his hands, and a growl seemed to escape him.
His arms faltered however; refusing to raise against the Succubus as his eyes went wide.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Jezebel
Location:
Hellfire Peninsula
Jezebel pulled him close, the fog of desire swelling about her and crashing into them. Winding the whip taut about her wrist like a leash, she grabbed his chin and forced him to look into her slitted eyes.
"Poor thing," she breathed, blowing charmed perfume into his face like cigarette smoke. "You don't want to do that. Why would you want to?" She pressed forward, her leg pushing between his own. Her eyes seemed to swim and glow, compelling his own to meet them. "I only want you to feel good. Sooo good."
Character:
Pax Ballastblade, Ballagus Balebalde
Location:
Hellfire Peninsula
They were seen long before they reached the tower. Distant drumbeats and shouts from the wall thudded through the dead air like physical blows, soon followed by brutish figures pouring through a side gate. Fel orcs, spiny protrusions bursting out the backs of their black and grey armour, skin as red as the barren land all around them, rushed to meet them brandishing wicked blades in fists or, here and there, lieu of hands.
Pax stopped and waited for them tensely. When they drew near he flung out his hand. "Demon Hunter!" he gasped. "Illidin! Illidari!"
One among the red skinned gestured for the warriors to stop, an order obeyed with sullenness but quickly. Black robed with a hood filigreed with silver runes pulled low, he pushed through and then ahead of his host. A thin white beard clung to his chin like a serpent's tongue. The blood elf watched him warily, the mace carved to resemble a spike studded skull hanging loose in his grasp.
"Well," the warlock chuckled deeply. "I must say, I did not expect to see you two again so soon."
Pax squinted, a dim sense of familiarity dawning on him. "You're...from the wall."
"Indeed." He inclined his head a notch. "Ballagus Baleblade."
"I...She's hurt," Pax said desperately.
"Ah. of course." The warlock snapped his fingers. "Reintroductions soon. Take the naga. Gently, or you can explain yourselves to Kraggoth."
Two of the orcs, fortunately with both hands intact, stomped forth and relieved Pax of the naga gently as they could. Pax permitted them, but stayed near the naga as the burly humanoids bore her between them by an arm each.
Post by
Atik
Riddip, Zalexdrad
Hellfire Peninsula
The pyromancer blinked, flames petering out as his hands fell to his sides. He managed to remain standing, but looked ready to fall to the ground before the Succubi, should she desire it. "I.... of course...." He mumbled through a deep and raspy voice.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Jezebel
Location:
Hellfire Peninsula
"Shh," she whispered. "Shh, don't talk. Just obey Just...feel." She pressed her lips against his, exhaling the fog of desire directly down his throat.
Post by
Atik
Riddip, Zalexdrad
Hellfire Peninsula
The man fell limp at the sudden contact, eyes closing as he seemed entirely enthralled in the situation.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Jezebel
Location:
Hellfire Peninsula
Jezebel pulled back, smirking darkly. The whip rasped against the man's neck, tightening and loosening slowly like a constrictor's coils as the succubus pressed against him, pushing him back and into a sitting position on some rubble. "That felt good didn't it?' she breathed, straddling his leg and setting him into a reclined position amongst the stones. She loomed over him, whip in hand, always keeping his head just a little forward by way of the makeshift collar. "Do you know why it did? Because you obeyed me. It feels good to obey. But it's not really obeying," she whispered, gently kissing his neck. "No. It means you get what you want. And you want this, don't you? You want the pleasure. You want me. You'd do anything for me. To have me." As she spoke her hand playfully began undoing the front of his red and black robes, stroking the skin below with tantalizing scrapes of her nails.
Every word she spoke seemed to reverberate in his head on the heels of a thrumming pleasure as the succubus melded to him, her temptations plucking at the chords of his mind in a pleasant and dusky tune.
Character:
Felicity Brighthammer, Dmitri, Sarringal
Location:
Deadwind Pass
Soon they reached the foothills of the mountain and the haze that formed the swamp. Stringy trees skulked above them permitting the faintest of lights to shine through, though the sheer humidity was unpleasant enough without the insects that buzzed around. Faint shrieks of birds resounded through the swamp along with the croaks of toads and hiss of moving underbrush.
"Keep aware," Felicity ordered. "There are Lost Ones lurking out here as well."
Post by
Morec0
Character: Ormador of Argus
Location: Swamp of Sorrows
Ormador shifted in his saddle as Felicty spoke, his face slipping out of his stony expression into one more somber for a moment.
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Atik
Riddip, Zalexdrad
Hellfire Peninsula
"Yes... anything... please." The man gasped; reaching to embrace the Jezebel, to grab her and pull her closer.
Olet Hopewell
Swamp of Sorrows
Olet glanced around into the shadows that surrounded them, remaining beside Zakar as they pressed on.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Felicity Brighthammer, Dmitri, Sarringal
Location:
Swamp Of Sorrows
"Wretched bandits and scavengers. A race from Draenor who followed the orcs through the portal and were trapped here once it closed. They make their home in the swamps," Felicity replied grimly. "They are known to attack travelers, though they may avoid ours, heavily armed as we are."
Character:
Jezebel
Location:
Hellfire Peninsula
Jezebel sank atop him with a sigh, her body molding against his, surrounding them both with a blanket of her perfume. "Then tell me," she whispered, brushing stringy strands of black hair out of his face, capturing his cheek in her hand. The iris of her eyes grew narrow like a razors blade. "Tell me everything."
Post by
Atik
Riddip, Zalexdrad
Hellfire
"Of course." The man stated. "Ask, ask anything and it is yours." He blurted out; clinging to the Sayaad and breathing heavily.
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