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"Lucien, that was such a lovely tune. Did you get something to eat?" Wench waved for one of Pitt's servants. "Please see what Lucien needs, thank you."
Wench then turned her attention to Vale. He seemed to have lulled Kansas into a warm and cuddly stupor, but Wench was not at all sure the little imp could be trusted. For all she knew, Kansas would make a beeline for the third floor the instant he thought he had a chance. "Vale, my dear, I truly hate to ask it of you, and I've neglected you terribly, but could you keep an eye on the little one for another moment or two? He seems to like you, although I hadn't planned on loaning you out tonight, since you were so very patient earlier."
Vale looked at his Wench. "You've always very thoughtful, my dear Wench, but if you're really insistent, maybe Sand and Satoshi could snuggle the little imp."
"Sand?" Wench looked at him expectantly.
"Oh, my dear, of course we will take the imp. I do have to be available to Pitt at sunrise, however." Sand looked at Kansas sharply. "Will you help with Satoshi, or just be a nuisance?"
Kansas looked at Sand with wide eyes. The elf was very pretty, and he had played nicely with Satoshi, so Kansas thought he might want to give the elf a chance. Besides, the Wench woman had been pretty scary earlier when she said she would make the vamps drink from everyone but him. The thought made him want to whine a little, so he chewed on the sleeve of his shirt instead and just nodded very slowly.
Wench smiled happily. "Well, then, at least I will have my sorcerer tonight."
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Wench returned to the hot tub, noting that K looked decidedly put out with her. She managed not to smile as she shed her pareo, and stepped back in the tub. Although K was doing his very best to pretend that he had not noticed her return, Wench really was not terribly good at taking no for an answer. Still, she never liked insisting on obedience, either. She much preferred her playmates to think it was all their idea in the first place...
"K? I am so sorry about that. Pitt is so very busy, and I did offer to look after a few details for her, but I may have bitten off more than I can chew." Wench sighed, and leaned back, rubbing her temple with one hand. "I really do want everyone to enjoy themselves. And of course, Sand had to go and feed that unguent to poor Satoshi, so I won't even have his help tomorrow..."
Wench waited for a moment, knowing that K would not immediately relent. She would not have expected him to, after all. He would not be half the prize he was if he did. She closed her eyes, letting another sigh escape her lips very softly, almost too softly to be heard.
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Wench opened the door to Lucien's room, arching an eyebrow at the winged man. "My dear Lucien, were you planning on hiding away for the entire week? Why don't you join us by the hot tub? I'll have someone bring you sandwiches, and whatever you'd care for to drink, and you can play for us all. That's a lovely tune."
Lucien seemed to be a bit reluctant at first, and Wench realized the cavorting earlier might have put him off.
"Nothing happens here, Lucien, that is not desired by both parties, or all parties as the case may be." Wench smiled at him. "Come along. I never take no for an answer."
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Wench smiled at K. "Oh, that feels delightful, my dear. Really, Apollo has a treasure in you, and I'm quite sure she appreciates you." Wench tilted her head slightly, truly enjoying the sight of his impeccable physique. She looked over at Apollo, raising an eyebrow, and receiving a nod in return, she leaned forward to kiss K on the lips. "Perhaps we can explore some of your other talents, but there's something i need to attend to first. Wait here, my dear. I will be back."
Wench tied her pareo low on her hips and wandered off into the main building.
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Seventh Level of Hell
I am most pleased with my result. I shall inflict unfathomable pain upon all those who stand in my way. They probably send me to Heaven to send themselves the headache of figuring out where to put me where when (if!) I die.
Purgatory: Repenting Believers: Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo: Virtuous Non-Believers: Very Low
Level 2: Lustful: High
Level 3: Gluttonous: High
Level 4: Prodigal and Avaricious: High
Level 5: Wrathful and Gloomy: Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis: Heretics: Extreme
Level 7: Violent: Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge: Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers: High
Level 9 - Cocytus: Treacherous: High
I'm so very impressed, my dear paladin, that you actually scored as more evil than I did! :clap:
I fear I may need to take lessons, for I am but a grasshopper before you!
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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Level | Score
Purgatory Repenting Believers | Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo Virtuous Non-Believers | Low
Level 2 Lustful | Very High
Level 3 Gluttonous | Low
Level 4 Prodigal and Avaricious | Low
Level 5 Wrathful and Gloomy | Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis Heretics | High
Level 7 Violent | High
Level 8- the Malebolge Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers | Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus Treacherous | High
I might possibly contest the Treacherous part, but then again...
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Wench looked up at K. "Aren't you lovely? A sandwich sounds marvelous about now, and coffee. I'm sure the kitchen's been told to keep the coffee ready at all times, since I know your Mistress is as fond of it as I am. We can explore other special accommodations when you're more...rested."
Sand looked up at Pitt as she hurried over to him. As she had requested, Sand managed to get Satoshi to drink the contents of the clear vial. Upon finding out he had urged poor Satoshi to drink a topical unguent, the elf looked alarmed. "My abject apologies, dear Pitt. I trust I have not done him any lasting harm."
Satoshi snuggled a little closer to Sand, relieving the elf's anxiety. The last thing he had wanted was to harm such a delightful playmate.
"Pitt?" Wench spoke up as she climbed out of the hot tub. "Sand will be at your disposal whenever you require, to make amends. Vale as well, should you wish it."
Neither elf looked at all disturbed by the prospect.
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Wench looked at K, a decidedly wicked smile curving her lips. "I do think I will make a point of finding you, and I promise you won't regret a moment of it." She took a few moments to admire his sculpted physique, anticipation sending a delicious tingle through her.
Kansas was squirming on the seat, watching Sand cradling Satoshi with wide eyes. Wench turned to Vale.
"I want you to make a point of keeping an eye on the little one while Willow is otherwise engaged. He is not to be allowed on the third floor." Wench looked at Kansas, her expression stern. "Is that clear, little one? If you misbehave, after K is done with you, I will stake you out myself and let you watch as the blood drinkers are allowed to savor everyone except you."
Vale chuckled and moved closer to Kansas. "Trust me, she means it. Our Wench can be very vicious when it suits her." He ruffled Kansas's hair lightly. "You're still shivering. Come over here and you can warm up next to me."
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Sand looks at K and smiles. "Vale and I are fairly well matched in most ways, I will admit." Sand helps Satoshi to sit, and coaxes the man to drink the contents of the vial. "But I do enjoy having someone succumb so wonderfully."
Sand fingers the livid mark he has left on Satoshi. The man seemed pleased to be marked, which might be why Wench was not angry. Sand smiled a little to himself. This was something he would treasure in reverie to come.
Wench looked at Vale. "Will you go and bring the little one here? You and I can warm him up a bit."
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Sand let his tongue tangle with K's for a few moments, Satoshi supported between them, enjoying the taste of himself and Satoshi mingled with K's own unique flavor. Sand is feeling superbly relaxed, and thoroughly spent for once, and he finds himself wanting to take care of his green-haired playmate, since K appears to be taking the session well in stride. But for the moment, the kiss with K goes on, and Sand nearly forgets to breathe as he kisses the man, long fingers scritching the delicious stubble on K's face.
When Sand finally, reluctantly breaks the kiss, he catches the nearly unconscious Satoshi in his arms before he can slide under the water and sinks to a seat, holding the green-haired man on his lap.
"You were so beautiful, Satoshi, do you know that?" Sand nuzzles the green hair, breathing in Satoshi's scent, and then tips Satoshi's head back, kissing away a few drops of K's semen. "Rest a bit, right here. Close your eyes and relax. You were perfect."
Sand looks over at Wench, almost daring her to be angry, and is surprised to see her smile. He arches an eyebrow in inquiry.
"I love watching you play, my wizard." It is the only explanation she's ever offered, and Sand merely smiles.
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Satoshi's explosive orgasm, combined with the exquisite pleasure of the ball stud, pushes Sand past all endurance, and he all but howls as he feels his sac tighten. He feels himself exploding into that sweet warm mouth, and he pulls back, afraid that he'll choke his beautiful playmate. Satoshi is beyond registering anything beyond his own orgasm for the moment, and Sand holds his head gently, kissing away the cum that dribbles from Satoshi's swollen lips.
"Oh, sweet, sweet man," Sand murmurs, his tongue flicking away the last of the cum. As soon as K is finished, Sand wants to cradle this sweet, fragile man in his arms, and hold him while he recovers a bit from the furious lovemaking. But Sand needs one last thing, even if Wench is furious with him. Sand wants to mark him, and he does, biting and sucking a livid bruise on Satoshi's neck.
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Sand has no intention of not trying that marvelous mouth fully, and after a moment, he breaks off the kiss and pulls Satoshi toward his eager cock, pre-cum glistening as Sand buries his fingers in the soft green hair. Sand loves the way Satoshi is flushed and wanton, riding K's thick cock for all he's worth.
"Taste it," Sand urges, bumping Satoshi's already parting lips. "Come, beautiful one, I'm yours."
As he feels himself engulfed in the heat of Satoshi's mouth, Sand leans forward to kiss K, reveling in the wanton joy of shared pleasures.
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Sand growls again, reacting to Satoshi's writhing. He looks at the massive cock, and immediately understands what it is the green-haired man needs so desperately.
"K, switch with me," Sand manages. "Just, gods... now!"
Sand withdraws from Satoshi in a flash and turns the Japanese man around, pushing him against K and guiding them across the hot tub to the opposite bench. On the way, he presses firmly at the base of his own cock, not ready to surrender yet. The lip piercings, gods, the tongue... Sand wants that, as much as he's wanted anything in his long life.
Sand grips Satoshi's face between his hands, and dives down to plunder his mouth, his tongue flicking the various metal objects decorating Satoshi. "Beautiful," the elf murmurs. "You're so beautiful."
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Bronxwinch,
One is never told old to indulge our wild and happy muses, for their of appreciation of hot classy elvish smut or any other kind!
The day we allow ourselfs to get too old... were dead... so we might as be buried! Age is just a number not a lifestyle!!! Cal the Gslinger
Cal,
And laughing gives you better wrinkles!
A happily evil Wench
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Sand's fingers continue to dig into Satoshi's hips as he pounds his willing victim. The sight of K standing in front of Satoshi drags another growl from Sand, and he grins almost as devilishly as the green-haired man. He releases one hip, and reaches in front of Satoshi to grip his cock with agile fingers.
"Do it," the elf urges. His blue eyes are nearly black with lust, his long hair trailing in the water as he begins to stroke Satoshi.
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Sand hears Satoshi's whisper, and with another wordless growl, the elf bucks his hips, driving himself all the way into the green-haired man, Sand's teeth worrying Satoshi's shoulder. Sand begins to rock, shifting his hips until he can sense that he is sliding over Satoshi's prostate with each thrust, wanting to give the man as much pleasure as the elf in receiving. As he does, Sand's hand slides from K's hair and down to worry K's nipple.
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Sand is careful not to enter Satoshi too abruptly, just pushing in enough to broach the tight ring of muscle and then pausing to allow him to adjust. As much as he wants to bury himself int hat delicious heat, he does not want to play too roughly, but it takes all his formidable control to hold back. He nips along Satoshi's neck again, careful bites that leave only a little redness that fades quickly as his tongue laves where he's bitten. One deft hand snakes forward, seeking K and tangling in his hair.
Wench slides herself onto Vale's lap, grinding against his own arousal as the blond elf moans again.
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Sand growls as first Satoshi and then K assault his sensitive ears. He can feel himself hardening almost past endurance, and as K deposits him into the waiting seat, he grinds himself against Satoshi as his teeth scrape roughly along the man's neck. His hands find Satoshi's hips and he lifts the green-haired man slightly, guiding him into position over his straining shaft. Despite the intensity of his arousal, he waits for any indication of willingness as he nips again at the other man's neck.
Wench chuckles as Vale writhes beside her, and she watches T carry Apollo to the lounge chair. Vale is all but ready to do the same, but Wench stops him, wanting to remain where she is for a bit longer.
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Vale returns swiftly with the filled cups, handing Apollo hers and then handing Wench a cup before sliding in beside her.
Sand, as much of an exhibitionist as K, leans into the kiss, nipping lightly at the other man's lips while sliding his hands into K's hair. His own interest is more than evident as it presses against Satoshi, now firmly pressed between them. As Satoshi's tongue darts into the fray, Sand turns his head slightly to welcome the green-haired man.
"K? The ears. Elves have very sensitive ears, and find it unspeakably arousing when you stroke them or bite them," Wench advises, turning Vale's head to run her tongue along the elegant sweep in demonstration. Vale moans and his eyes flutter closed for a moment as he shivers in pleasure.
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Sand slides up behind Satoshi, and proceeds to nibble the back of the green-haired man's neck, careful not to leave marks. He had gotten that lecture from his Wench enough times that it had begun to sink in... no marking the other pets. At least he was allowed to mark Vale. Sand's fingers dance lightly along Satoshi's ribs, skating over the scar tissue and moving down to his hips.
Wench watches as Sand presses himself along Satoshi's back, and snuggles closer to Vale. "Pretty, aren't they?" she murmurs to Vale.
Vale chuckles and leans in to nibble Wench's ear. "Oh, I don't know, I'm quite happy right here with you."
"You weren't saying that last night when you were pining a little for Haer'Dalis," Wench reminds him, her tone teasing.
"Is your cup empty? I can get you more coffee," Vale offers. "Not that I'm trying to change the subject or anything."
Wench laughs. "Go get me coffee, then, and hurry back. You're comfortable."
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Wench grins at Apollo: "Oh, it was a lovely night all around. We got to try some of the toys I brought, didn't we?"
Vale grins as well. "I just hope that dark knight friend of yours got some sleep. I can't imagine why anyone would want to sleep on ice, but..." Vale shrugs, and turns his head to nibble at Wench's neck.
Sand is more focused on Satoshi, whose bright blush is almost incandescent by now. "Really, Vale, but who are we to question the whims of our Wench?"
Wench notices Sand's focus, and tugs gently on one elegantly pointed ear, making Sand hiss with pleasure. "I would have thought the shower took all your energy, my wizard."
"Breakfast was most... restorative," Sand replies. "I do wonder how it would feel to kiss all those delightful piercings?" His eyes remain on Satoshi and K.
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"Good morning, Apollo, gentlemen." Wench looked at the blushing Satoshi, a grin creeping over her face. She had already enjoyed a luxurious shower complete with amorous elves, and a delectable breakfast. The coffee was strong and perfect, and the afternoon looked to be shaping up quite well, considering how inviting the hot tub looked. She arched an eyebrow at Sand and Vale, both in kilts and nothing else.
"I wouldn't worry too much, Satoshi, dear." Wench ran a hand through his green hair lightly. "I haven't been able to explain the concept of bathing suits to Sand and Vale." She tugged off the pareo slung about her hips and handed it to Sand, who folded it deftly. Her bikini was black, and the jewel in her navel winked in the sun.
Vale held Wench's coffee as she stepped into the hot tub, and then handed it back to her when she was settled. Then Vale removed his kilt and slid in next to Wench, sighing with pleasure. Sand followed as quickly, taking the other side of Wench.
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Wench opens her eyes briefly, registering the warmth of the elves curled around her. Sand has draped himself across her back, one arm flung over her and his face buried in her hair. Vale is nestled with his tight buttocks pressed against her stomach, and she nuzzles his ear sleepily before draping the soft sheets over them and closing her eyes again.
They can put the toys away later...
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December 1956 here, so I guess that makes me one of the older kids on the block!
What I do find encouraging, however, is that so many of us (and I mean all ages here) are writing. Dear sweet gods, does that ever make me feel better, because if the art of playing with words is ever reduced to 140 characters or less one a permanent basis, then I'm going to start feeling old. Until then, though, I'm just another kid in the sandbox.
The next morning...
in 2011 AFF Virtual Vacation
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Sand shook his head ruefully, careful not to jar Satoshi. "I really should have asked how the remedy was to be used. Where I am from, we rely mainly on potions rather than unguents. I am just quite grateful that I did not lasting harm. It would have been rather poor payment after he was so delightful."
Kansas crept quietly over to Sand, his eyes still wide and his white teeth still worrying his sleeve. His black hair, blue streaks almost invisible in the growing darkness, fell into his eyes, making him look even younger than he truly was. Sand shifted slightly to allow Kansas to tuck in under his arm, closer to Satoshi, and the imp seemed content with that contact.
Vale took advantage of his freedom to return to Wench's side, turning her slightly so he could massage her shoulders. "You're very tense, my Wench." Vale's fingers, surprisingly strong, dug in and dragged a small moan of pleasure from Wench.
"Yes, right there, my clever Vale," Wench sighed happily. "You have such a deft touch."
"I've also been shamefully neglected," Vale replied, nuzzling her ear. "I was almost tempted to seek out Haer'Dalis."
"I suppose I couldn't have blamed you if you had." Wench let her head fall back slightly, baring her throat as her white hair fell over her shoulders.
Vale nipped at Wench's throat, licking where he had nipped and Wench gave a delighted purr.
"Oh, so you're feeling conciliatory?" Vale teased. "Does this mean I get to leave a mark or two?"
"I don't see why not," Wench replied. "Patience should be rewarded, and you waited for me all afternoon." She turned her head and ran her tongue along Vale's ear, suckling the tip when she reached it. "I think tonight shall be very enjoyable for you." She nipped, and Vale groaned in delight. "Very enjoyable indeed."