Tainted Love || Roman Baths + Confessions || Forced Orgasms
*Please, if you choose A or C be prepared for what’s going to happen. Epic CR with fighting and a lot of chaos may follow A, and a very dominant character is needed for C.
B is really open to everyone. It’s a bit of a roleplay setting as well since characters will take on the abilities and minor characteristics of Roman Gods of their choosing..
Pairings for all are open. :]*
Para & Multi-Para is preferred but not required. NO ONE-LINERS PLEASE.*
A- Tainted Love : Aphro Medium
~Some times I feel I’ve got to,
Run away I’ve got to,
Get away
From the pain you drive in the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I’ve lost my light
Now I toss and turn
I can’t sleep at night
This
Tainted Love~
Strewn across the witch’s bed were the wrappings of an extravagant package which contained a Golden Apple. Attached to the stem of the fruit was this tiny piece of paper with lyrics to a song written elegantly across it. The moment the witch laid hands on the apple she felt some force flood into her veins, breaking through her barriers of self control. A wicked smile twisted onto the the woman’s visage. “Today will be quite entertaining, non?” The airy chuckle of a trickster filtered into her room. Moving toward her nightstand, Nephania picked up her wand twirling it expertly while holding her new treasure in the other hand. “Let’s introduce a little anarchy into this place. . .”
Soon after the 18th floor would become a be of a disaster area. Things were still in place but doors were blown open with other patrons quite confused to what was happening. Others continued in their amorous deeds seemingly unfazed by events to come. “Won’t anyone come out to play? Reducto!” And there went massive amounts of glass shattering in front of her while tables in the hall were overturn. Nephania found herself laughing much to joyously to her untimely destruction of the 18th floor. Maybe if she had taken the time to read the other side of the note the witch would have realized that the apple was infecting her with a tainted sense of being. The strings where being severed on her self control with no one to stop her that is unless...they could get close enough to simply touch her skin sending this ancient magic back into recession.
B- Roman Baths + Confessions : BYOA
Situated near the upper floors of the Hotel, the Roman baths were a less popular place to find its residents yet still starkly beautiful in their intricate marble detailing and excellent service from the staff adorned in traditional Greco-Roman clothing to serve their guests. Steam rolled off the Caribbean blue water which possessed luminescent glow from the harvest moon shining it’s light from the skylight above.
On the edge of the bath, Nephania laid elegantly against the marble coveting a red apple in her hand. Crimson red tresses were pulled half up. Her body, perfect in its curves and seemingly flawless skin was draped in a sheer cloth testament to her newly found goddess-hood in this realm. Her token seashell served as a magnificent background frieze on the rim of the bath. The witch had chosen to take on the powers and likeness of Venus the Goddess of Love while residing the bath. Why not pamper herself for a day.
This indeed was initially her intention but each sea shell elegantly carved into the bath house’s frieze had written on it her wanton desires. The more she tried to free herself from this place the more in depth the sea shells spelled out exactly what she would kill to have sexual and emotionally. With lack of a better solution Nephania waited to see if maybe this curse of confession would wear off.
Those who care to join would acquire the trait of their chosen God or Goddess upon entering the aphrodisac-riddled waters of the Roman Bath.
C: Forced Orgasms : High and Insatiable
Tied to the frame of her own bed post which extended above her horizontally, Nephania’s hands were completely immobile. The witch’s legs were bent underneath her the stance wasn’t comfortable. Well, that is to say it could be if she chose to sit all the way down upon the vibrator stuck beneath her. A collar had been attached to her neck with the leash hanging down on. Placed over her stark green eyes was a blindfold preventing her from knowing just who might enter her surrounding area. The toy beneath her had been set to pulse, throwing her into a small pleading cries for orgasm only to stop just short of bliss.
Laid out across the bed were an assortment of other toys including more tools for bondage, a whip, a remote to the toy stuck inside her, candles with a lighter next to them, and a simple note that read::
Please free me and I’ll be your slave.
The door her room had been left wide open for any passers by to view her nearly nude body. The hotel saved her if only a little due to the tight langrie it adorned her with. The bra strapped to her appeared to have her breasts nearly popping out of them. She wore crotchless panties attached to garters which held up her silk stockings.
The witch struggled to push her hips further down just a little to possibly let her come just this once but her hands were tied too high. “Please...nnnh..” She moaned lecherously, longingly. “Let me come.”
[As usual these are her preferences. No bathroom stuff, gore, vore, or the like. Though bloodplay is encouraged. I've decided to limit it to 3 tags per choice so that's 9 threads total. I may allow one extra is someone really wants to join a choice that's already full but 9 is all I can handle at the moment.
If you have any questions feel free to PM me.
Mun Status: Out: Back and posts up to date
A: 0/3
B: 1/3
C: 2/3
B is really open to everyone. It’s a bit of a roleplay setting as well since characters will take on the abilities and minor characteristics of Roman Gods of their choosing..
Pairings for all are open. :]*
Para & Multi-Para is preferred but not required. NO ONE-LINERS PLEASE.*
A- Tainted Love : Aphro Medium
~Some times I feel I’ve got to,
Run away I’ve got to,
Get away
From the pain you drive in the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I’ve lost my light
Now I toss and turn
I can’t sleep at night
This
Tainted Love~
Strewn across the witch’s bed were the wrappings of an extravagant package which contained a Golden Apple. Attached to the stem of the fruit was this tiny piece of paper with lyrics to a song written elegantly across it. The moment the witch laid hands on the apple she felt some force flood into her veins, breaking through her barriers of self control. A wicked smile twisted onto the the woman’s visage. “Today will be quite entertaining, non?” The airy chuckle of a trickster filtered into her room. Moving toward her nightstand, Nephania picked up her wand twirling it expertly while holding her new treasure in the other hand. “Let’s introduce a little anarchy into this place. . .”
Soon after the 18th floor would become a be of a disaster area. Things were still in place but doors were blown open with other patrons quite confused to what was happening. Others continued in their amorous deeds seemingly unfazed by events to come. “Won’t anyone come out to play? Reducto!” And there went massive amounts of glass shattering in front of her while tables in the hall were overturn. Nephania found herself laughing much to joyously to her untimely destruction of the 18th floor. Maybe if she had taken the time to read the other side of the note the witch would have realized that the apple was infecting her with a tainted sense of being. The strings where being severed on her self control with no one to stop her that is unless...they could get close enough to simply touch her skin sending this ancient magic back into recession.
B- Roman Baths + Confessions : BYOA
Situated near the upper floors of the Hotel, the Roman baths were a less popular place to find its residents yet still starkly beautiful in their intricate marble detailing and excellent service from the staff adorned in traditional Greco-Roman clothing to serve their guests. Steam rolled off the Caribbean blue water which possessed luminescent glow from the harvest moon shining it’s light from the skylight above.
On the edge of the bath, Nephania laid elegantly against the marble coveting a red apple in her hand. Crimson red tresses were pulled half up. Her body, perfect in its curves and seemingly flawless skin was draped in a sheer cloth testament to her newly found goddess-hood in this realm. Her token seashell served as a magnificent background frieze on the rim of the bath. The witch had chosen to take on the powers and likeness of Venus the Goddess of Love while residing the bath. Why not pamper herself for a day.
This indeed was initially her intention but each sea shell elegantly carved into the bath house’s frieze had written on it her wanton desires. The more she tried to free herself from this place the more in depth the sea shells spelled out exactly what she would kill to have sexual and emotionally. With lack of a better solution Nephania waited to see if maybe this curse of confession would wear off.
Those who care to join would acquire the trait of their chosen God or Goddess upon entering the aphrodisac-riddled waters of the Roman Bath.
C: Forced Orgasms : High and Insatiable
Tied to the frame of her own bed post which extended above her horizontally, Nephania’s hands were completely immobile. The witch’s legs were bent underneath her the stance wasn’t comfortable. Well, that is to say it could be if she chose to sit all the way down upon the vibrator stuck beneath her. A collar had been attached to her neck with the leash hanging down on. Placed over her stark green eyes was a blindfold preventing her from knowing just who might enter her surrounding area. The toy beneath her had been set to pulse, throwing her into a small pleading cries for orgasm only to stop just short of bliss.
Laid out across the bed were an assortment of other toys including more tools for bondage, a whip, a remote to the toy stuck inside her, candles with a lighter next to them, and a simple note that read::
Please free me and I’ll be your slave.
The door her room had been left wide open for any passers by to view her nearly nude body. The hotel saved her if only a little due to the tight langrie it adorned her with. The bra strapped to her appeared to have her breasts nearly popping out of them. She wore crotchless panties attached to garters which held up her silk stockings.
The witch struggled to push her hips further down just a little to possibly let her come just this once but her hands were tied too high. “Please...nnnh..” She moaned lecherously, longingly. “Let me come.”
[As usual these are her preferences. No bathroom stuff, gore, vore, or the like. Though bloodplay is encouraged. I've decided to limit it to 3 tags per choice so that's 9 threads total. I may allow one extra is someone really wants to join a choice that's already full but 9 is all I can handle at the moment.
If you have any questions feel free to PM me.
Mun Status: Out: Back and posts up to date
A: 0/3
B: 1/3
C: 2/3