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Re: (RP) The Roxburg Family Manor.
August 18, 2013 10:37AM
Elvira’s Room, 2nd Floor, West Wing

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Amos had given very specific instructions to Sally, Elvira’s servant, about his daughter’s needs as her week of punishment came to an end. Must be young, must be pure. She had gone to the dungeons below to seek what was needed, discovering two young men who fit his description to the letter. He hadn’t said if she should only take one or two, so she took them both.

Both were confused as to why she was taking them up into the main house. Sally explained to them that they were to “entertain” the eldest Roxburg daughter for the next few hours. They looked at each other and grinned. They had captured glimpses of Elvira from time to time when she would visit the dungeons and had been caught by her beauty.

They headed up to Elvira’s room, where she took out a special key. Inserting into the lock, she twisted it twice, activating a little known function of the room…

Inside, a chime sounded and all the candles in the room lit themselves. Elvira blinked in surprise before a calculated gleam entered her eyes. Concentrating hard, despite her hunger, she created an illusion that her room was pristine, not a trace of the destruction from earlier could be seen. She shifted her appearance back to her human form, her hair clean and shiny, draped over her shoulder and covering her breasts. She stood naked in the center of the room and waited. The knob turned and Sally opened the door.

“After you, sirs.” Sally stated. The two young men grinned at one another again before stepping into the room…and to their deaths…

Once they crossed the threshhold, Sally closed and locked the door behind them before returning to her other duties. She knew she would be on cleanup duty in the near future and was thinking of which part of the gardens to dispose of the rotting carcases.

The men never noticed they were locked in, they were too busy staring at Elvira, lust in their eyes.

“Hello, my lovelies.” she smiled seductively. Both of them gulped and managed to stammer some kind of reply. She ran a hand down her chest, between her breasts, teasing them mercilessly. “You’re wearing far too many clothes, boys.” she whispered.

It was like a switch had been thrown. Clothes were flying everywhere as Elvira moved to the bed, lounging upon it as if she hadn’t a care in the world. She moaned huskily as she watched them strip. “Come and join me.” Her voice ensnared them in her web of lust and they stumbled toward her on trembling legs. She fanned out her hair among the pillows completely revealing herself to them. The last of their hesitation vanished and they climbed onto the bed on either side of her, hands traveling all over her body.

She moaned huskily as they suckled at her breasts like newborn babes, their free hands running down her body and meeting at her feminine folds. She was slick and ready, something that drove their ardor to new heights. “Yes…” she hissed. her aura flaring around the three of them. She steeped herself into their very cores, finding the violent streak all men carried within them and bringing it to the forefront. They began to attack her with great relish, slavering over her like dogs over the last t-bone steak.

They maneuvered her until one was beneath her, she facing him while the other lay over the top of her. It was one of her favorite positions to be in and she grinned in triumph.

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She could feel the succubus within her growling in need and her aura flared about her once more, pulsing like a heartbeat in the air. It was thick and oppressive and it served her purpose. With a growl, both men thrust their hardness into her body and she couldn’t help but cry out at the feel of them within her. She forced them to set a much brutal pace, abusing her body as they saw fit. She bent close to the one beneath her, the movement causing them to slip deeper into her body and she moaned with want. She began licking and biting the neck beneath her, her fangs cutting deep welts into his flesh. She licked his blood from her his skin, feeling the energizing life essence restoring her mind and body.

She met them thrust for thrust, arching into them both and feeling them getting close to their releases. Once more she bent over the man beneath her, grabbing his head and pulling him into a kiss. He responded enthusiastically. slipping his tongue into her mouth to battle for dominance with her own. She clamped her hands against his cheeks, slipping her elongated demon’s tongue into his mouth. His eyes widened in fright and he struggled in her embrace but she did not release him, keeping his terror-stricken face from the view of the other, who was lost in the throes of ecstasy.

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The first man screamed, the sound trapped between them as she drew back, her tongue returning to her own mouth. She inhaled deeply and the man gurgled, his body stiffening beneath her just as his orgasm breached, spilling his seed into her body. Something tangible passed between them, his very essence, his soul seeped like water from his body and into her own. His skin began to gray and wrinkle, bones becoming brittle and fragile, and still he tried to escape. She did not stop feeding until he was nothing but dust beneath her.

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Cackling in delight, she continued to encourage the man behind her, feeling her own release was oncoming. She urged him faster and faster, perspiration clinging to them both. And just when he felt his orgasm approach, his eyes opened and he caught a glimpse of his former companion. His eyes widened in fright and he tried to pull away, but something held him in place. He screamed, whether it was in fright or ecstasy was unknown. She reached back, latching her now-clawed hands onto his arms, forcing him to completion. As his seed erupted into her backside, she pushed him off, quickly turning around and grabbing his face between her hands.

Again she inhaled, sucking out his life essence from him without hesitation until he was simply a dried up husk. She tossed her head back with a primal scream, feeling her energy returning to her completely.

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Taking a deep breath, she shoved the dead husk from her bed and got to her feet. She padded naked to the water closet so she could cleanse her body. She released her hold on her illusion and the room returned to it’s destructive state. She felt rather than saw when Sally returned. She groaned upon witnessing the state of her room. “Miss Elvira, you know how your father gets when he has to send for the seamstress after one of your tantrums.” she heard Sally mutter. She dried her body and stepped into the other room. “I wasn’t in my right mind as you well know, Sally.” Elvira huffed, moving to her dressing table to brush out her hair. She watched Sally as she cleared away some of the debris from the sideboard to set down a tray of food. “Never you mind all that, come and eat. You need to be getting ready for the ball soon. Please tell me you did not destroy your gown as well.” Elvira moved to the table after slipping on her dressing robe and pointed to the wardrobe. Sally could see the ballgown that had been sent to Elvira still in one piece. “I suppose I could ask Lady Bess to borrow some accessories to wear.” Sally sighed, glancing at the broken jewelry littering the floor. Elvira snarled. “I want nothing from that woman! Do not even contemplate it.” Sally held up her hands before moving around the room to clean up the mess. “I do not understand why you hate her so, nor your sister for that matter.” Elvira bit into the meat on her plate, savoring the flavors that burst upon her tongue. “That is none of your business and I’ll thank you to never ask me again.” Elvira snapped, finishing her dinner. Sally nodded mutely before helping Elvira get ready for the ball…

Re: (RP) The Roxburg Family Manor.
August 18, 2013 10:42AM
Juliette’s Room

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Juliette passed her mother without even noticing her presence, too caught up in the rejection from Agares. She was never as talented as Elvira when it came to bedding men, and the fresh confirmation of this fact sent her into a silent rage. Fuming, she passed through the doors of her bedroom and was about to let out a cry of anger when there were hands suddenly around her throat. Pinned to the wall, her instant reaction was to struggle and fight against her attacker. Letting out a growl, she then froze as Agares’ eyes locked on hers. Instantly she stilled beneath his touch, paralyzed in fear tinged with lust that was growing within her. She could see the desire behind his eyes but was still surprised when his lips met hers in a hungry demand. His hand slid up to hold her head in place, her skin prickling in awareness at the rough feel of his skin on hers. A purr vibrated in her throat as her eyes slowly closed, giving in to the feel of a more demanding male. The feel of his facial hair sent delicious tingles down her arms as they reached up up to grip his strong shoulders. Such a contrast from the smooth-faced submissiveness she found with Edward. This man was wild, untamed, and took what he wanted…and it seemed like at the moment, what he wanted was her. Thrilled at the demon’s desire for her, she flicked her tongue out in acceptance of his kiss, her nails scraping at his clothes.

As they continued their passionate embrace, Edward floated through her mind. Frowning against Agares’ lips, she pushed that thought down and bit down on Agares’ lip teasingly. Pulling back, she looked up at him with a small smile before it dawned on her. “Agares…” Her breath fanned over his lips as she understood who it was before her. Fear sent signals coursing through her body as her hands slid down to grip his chest. She was aware of her parents’ hatred for Lillian, and if she was caught in the arms of Agares, she was sure to be tortured to death. Her eyes locked on his as her sheer terror was palpable around them.“Get me out of here.”

Re: (RP) The Roxburg Family Manor.
August 18, 2013 12:25PM
Agares held her tight in his arms, as she purred into him. He could tell by her hands that she wasn’t used to being dominated. Like her Grandmother she was all to willing to succumb to his advances. His back seemed in broaden as her hands made contact making him even more of a beast over her small frame. His mouth opened to accept her tongue, but found his instinctually forcing her’s back into her mouth as even his tongue dominated, with powerful flicks. Agares pulled her away from the wall for a moment before leaving a crater in the wall as he slammed her back against it. A growl came from within him as she pulled away from their embrace. The only acknowledgment of happiness that she had realized her soon to be lover was found in the lustful narrowing of his eyes, and feral increase in his aura. He heard her plea and understood why. Though his care for her future wasn’t his own concern, it was Lillian’s thus, if he wanted to continue, he would have to move her. “Hold on” He said as he gripped her head with such force that he might have crushed it, as his free hand wrapped around her back like a boa constrictor. In a quick move he hurled them at the plant by her door side.
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The small pot combusted showing the corner with dirt, but in it’s wake, they were gone.

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Re: (RP) The Roxburg Family Manor.
August 18, 2013 02:16PM
Amos’ Study

“I-I-I’m not sure…sir. I came to alert y-”

Amos rose from his seat, instantly unleashing his demonic presence with a flash of flame that even his battle wear with it. Bare at the top, a well toned body showed with muscles that rippled and tensed through the skin. His lower was covered by simple dark colored rag like cloth to cover legs which became goat like at the ankle. His hair grew to the middle of his back, black in color. His skin turned purple and over it, green swirling tattoos appeared which glew with an unholy aura. From his back came his wings, wide spread and stretched. His eyes turned red and slited at the pupils, teeth turning to sharp, serated fangs. Large curved horns sprouted from his head. Over his back, was his sword. It was not named, like other blades, but did not lack in power compared to the others. He threw his desk with a roar, words being understood in a loud, deep, hellish voice. “You ignorant FOOL! I leave you with ONE thing, to keep an eye on my daughters, my son, and my wife and home. Yet you fail at even this!” The servant girl shivered in fear and fell to the floor as tears flew from her eyes like waterfalls. “sir! I thought it best to catch you before th-” Again she was cut off, but this was due to the direct contact between her and Amos.

With the raising of his hand, Amos levitated the girl into the air, and pulled her quickly towards him. The smell of urine and the movement of bowels forced him to grimmace. “Your usefullness has ended.” The words were soft, but said with a deadly coldness. He curled his hand into a ball, and every single bone in the girl’s body shattered, her screams of pain echoing throughout the manor, then were cut off as her skull even fractured in on itself. Dropping the body to the floor, Amos moved from his place, stepping over the body with hooved feet. “JULIETTE!” The name was screamed loud enough to be heard within the walls of the house, and even out, if there were not magical barriers built within it’s foundation. As he walked through the halls, only demons would see his truest form, unless he wanted others to. With no answer, he roared another name as he stormed through the hallways of the house. “AGARES!!!” Still no answer This time, it was a full fledged roar followed by the grabbing, and ripping of a servants head from it’s shoulders. Then, with another roar, he grabbed a second servant, forced his clawed hand into her chest and ripped out her heart, bitting into it when he reached the Foyer. “BESS!” He spoke the name with a mouth of flesh, and though it was not anger aimed at her, his rage was ever so present in it’s sound. “NONE SHALL SURVIVE! NONE!”

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Re: (RP) The Roxburg Family Manor.
August 18, 2013 05:17PM
Az walked slowly towards the front door, having simply appeared out of thin air right by the front gate. It had been a long time since he was topside. Lucifer had him doing some in house maintenance and clean up, you can imagine Hell got just a little crazy at times. And he might have also been in a little trouble himself. But now, Lucifer wanted Az here, so here Az was. He was dressed in a simple coat, with a fliffy white shirt poking out of the top, a hat balanced ontop of hid head and a cane, that was a hidden blade, in his left hand. He looked very Victorian, and very little like Hell’s Prince of Lust. Az reached the front door and was about to knock when he heard what sounded like someone having a very bad day. He smiled.
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“Wouldn’t be the Roxburg household without the yelling.” He tapped his cane on the door. He wondered how his cousin was doing. It had been a long time since he had seen her. And not to mention his cousin was one of the best succubi in the world. Even Az found himself being pulled by her abilities. And they were related. After no response, Az tapped his cane again.

Re: (RP) The Roxburg Family Manor.
August 18, 2013 07:21PM

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Ezekiel arrived at the front gate, a grin on his lips. Tapping his knuckles on the gates, he waited for them to open. After only a moment, he was walking towards the front door, a grin on his lips. He could see another man at the door, waiting for it to be answered. “Ah, it seems today is the day that everyone visits to Roxburgs! Wonderful, it means the house will not be boring today!” Coming up behind Az, the wrath demon grinned widely and crossed his arms over his chest. “Ezekiel here. May I ask your name, or would you prefer to remain anonymous to me?” He stood up on the steps next to the other demon, smirking widely. He was dressed in a full, formal suit – as was usual for him – and carried himself with a certain confidence.

Re: (RP) The Roxburg Family Manor.
August 18, 2013 08:24PM
Slave Room

Normally, at this time, after having fucked Juliette’s brains out after she fed from him, he would move on to another woman, normally the more respectable of the slave women of course. He may be ready to fuck anything, but he still has limits and respect for himself enough to stay away from the harlets. Besides, he always had the right words, and given by birth, the right look. However, it has been almost a week since the last time they’d had anything meaningful together, as Edward was still angry. His heart still broken, he refused to show her his love, his memories, doing lal he could to hold back in their meetings during the week.

He sat in his bunk, with everyone else off doing their own thing whether it be work or just fucking around, there was but a single candle lit, as he rested his eyes and entered his mind. He’d been this way the past couple of hours, though the screaming of Amos had stricken him from his head, he quickly returned to it as this was nothing new, though his words worried him in their intensity, which was uncommon during his rants. He was severely pissed off now. However, Ed brushed it all aside, and returned to his mind.

That’s when the knock was heard, and the door to the Slave room opened. In came a maid, who then spoke. “Edward. Are you here darling?” He’d recognize that voice anywhere. Latecia, a spanish servant whom had been a Servant to the family as long as he had. He had also been in her pants more than a few times, and yet, aside from Juliette, was still his favorite, in all aspects of sexual contact. “I’m here, Lahty. My bunk.” His voice was monotone, which brought a brow upward on the woman’s forehead, as it was unlike him to be so cold with her. She grabbed the candle as she walked toward him, setting it down beside his bunk when she reached him. Sitting at his feet, holding the letter in one hand, she placed the other on his thigh, and patted, then began rubbing softly. “Are you okay Ed? You don’t…sound like you.” Shrugging, he placed a hand over hers, the other resting beneath his head. “It’s always the same. Nothing will ever change. I’m a slave, she’s a lady. Thus anger replaces love in a heart full of nothing but.” exhaling softly through his nostrils, he he smiled and chuckled as Latecia fell over him, her body flat on his. She placed a kiss on his lips and handed him the letter. “Don’t get your hopes up yet Bambino. I read it. You are to dance, dress, and fuck to your wildest dream. ‘Tis a-” He snatched the letter, and placed a index finger upon her lips to get her to quiet as he used the other to open the note. Latecia nibbled on his finger as he read. “With Love? WITH LOVE?” Crumbling the paper in anger, he used his ability to generate electricity and burnt the paper to a shriveled ball, then to a pile of ash. Dumping it to the floor, he took his finger from Latecia and wiped the ashy hand on his bunk. “She sends love after telling me there will never be exactly that.”

Latecia had moved her lips to his neck after he took his finger, and it began to excite him, then he took this under control, but did not remove her from him. She spoke in between kisses. “Perhaps she….does not know….what she wants herself. So long as I don’t lose this..” *She grabbed his crotch. “I think you should show her this.” Edward chuckled, but thought of a better idea. Gently moving her off him, he leaned over her on a shoulder, his eyes falling into hers and his hand flowing through her long beautiful hair. “I have a better idea Lahty.” He placed a iss upon her lips, passionate and sensual, then removed himself from her presence. “I’ll be back before the sun rises, I expect to find you exactly where you are now.” Lahty laughed. “Of course M’sir.” With that, he left.

Outside Elvira’s room

It hadn’t taken him long to reach the door of Elvira Roxburg, the sister of his most hated beloved. He was contemplating whether to knock, since he knew she had been locked away without food. If he knocked, she could take him before he had a chance to explain himself, or she could have already eaten. Against his gut, he lifted his arm and knocked gently. “Lady Elvira. I request an audience for a humble servant of the Roxburg family.”

Re: (RP) The Roxburg Family Manor.
August 18, 2013 09:39PM
Third Guest room

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Fanny and Bartholomew had enjoyed hours of teasing and playing in spite of the chaos that was going on all around them. Every hour on the hour, Bart rang a bell for more food and drink, to be brought up, as they lounged around the Guest room, enjoying each other’s company, and telling awful jokes to each other.

Bart is laying on the bed beside Fanny, and rolls over saying;

“A man walks into a crowded local bar brandishing a revolver yelling “Who’s been screwing my wife?” A voice from the back of the bar shouts back, “You don’t have enough ammo, Sir!””

Fanny starts guffawing and snorting through her nose, as Bart roars with laughter, finding his own jokes rather funny, which in itself made her laugh all the more.

“Oh that is terrible….Wait wait…I have one. A left-handed maid servant reversed the order of the knives and forks on the dinner table. Her master, observing the mistake , reproved her. “Ah, true indeed sir,” said she, “and now would you be pleased to help me turn the table round?”

Bart screwed up his nose and then laughed so loud, you would think he would burst a button.

“Kitten..that is the worst joke I have ever heard!….Ahahahahaha! You win!” The pair started poking and prodding each other, laughing and the squeals from Fanny were getting louder…until….

“JULIETTE!” It was Amos, and by the sounds of things, he was one angry demon. Both Bart and Fanny lay perfectly still, continuing to listen for the blood curdling screams of Juliette. Maybe he was going to finally do her in? Then, they heard him again.

“BESS!” “NONE SHALL SURVIVE! NONE!”

Bart and Fanny suddenly looked at each other shocked. Fanny leaps off the bed and started to panic. “What did we do? I DON”T WANT TO DIE A VIRGIN!” she screamed. Bart suddenly had a wonderful idea.

“If we have sex right now…then, if he does come up to kill us, least….you can say you had sex first. Huh? Good plan or what?”

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Re: (RP) The Roxburg Family Manor.
August 18, 2013 10:01PM
Elvira’s Room, 2nd Floor, West Wing

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Previously…

Taking a deep breath, she shoved the dead husk from her bed and got to her feet. She padded naked to the water closet so she could cleanse her body. She released her hold on her illusion and the room returned to it’s destructive state. She felt rather than saw when Sally returned. She groaned upon witnessing the state of her room. “Miss Elvira, you know how your father gets when he has to send for the seamstress after one of your tantrums.” she heard Sally mutter. She dried her body and stepped into the other room. “I wasn’t in my right mind as you well know, Sally.” Elvira huffed, moving to her dressing table to brush out her hair. She watched Sally as she cleared away some of the debris from the sideboard to set down a tray of food. “Never you mind all that, come and eat. You need to be getting ready for the ball soon. Please tell me you did not destroy your gown as well.” Elvira moved to the table after slipping on her dressing robe and pointed to the wardrobe. Sally could see the ballgown that had been sent to Elvira still in one piece. “I suppose I could ask Lady Bess to borrow some accessories to wear.” Sally sighed, glancing at the broken jewelry littering the floor. Elvira snarled. “I want nothing from that woman! Do not even contemplate it.” Sally held up her hands before moving around the room to clean up the mess. “I do not understand why you hate her so, nor your sister for that matter.” Elvira bit into the meat on her plate, savoring the flavors that burst upon her tongue. “That is none of your business and I’ll thank you to never ask me again.” Elvira snapped, finishing her dinner. Sally nodded mutely before helping Elvira get ready for the ball…

Sally had been working diligently on Elvira’s hair and was just pinning the last curl into place when someone knocked on the door to her bedroom. Elvira caught Sally’s eyes in the mirror. “If that’s my mother or sister, tell them to bugger off.” Elvira scowled. Sally moved to answer the door when the house shook as if caught in a large earthquake.

“JULIETTE!” Her father’s enraged howls echoed off the walls, causing Sally to curl up into a ball on the floor and cover her ears. Elvira froze, in the process of adding a bit of color to her lips and cheeks. “BESS!” came a second shout, making the windows in her room vibrate. “NONE SHALL SURVIVE! NONE!” came her father’s enraged cries. Elvira turned in her seat. “What has that little tart gotten herself into now?” Elvira smirked.

Sally uncurled herself from the floor and got to her feet. “I do hope your sister hasn’t gone and done something foolish.” Elvira snorted and turned back to the mirror to add some rouge to her cheeks.

“Would serve her right, especially when Father gets his hands on her. He would make what he did to me this past week look like a walk in the park.”

Before Sally could answer, a voice came through the door, someone neither woman expected.

“Lady Elvira. I request an audience for a humble servant of the Roxburg family.”

Elvira whirled around in her seat, eyes as wide as saucers.

“What in the nine levels of Hell is he doing here?” she demanded. Sally shook her head and indicated if she should answer the door or not. Intrigued, Elvira nodded in the affirmative and Sally moved to open the door to reveal Edward standing on the threshhold.

“What is it you wish to speak to my Mistress about?” Sally asked, barring his view of Elvira with her own body.

Re: (RP) The Roxburg Family Manor.
August 18, 2013 10:14PM
Third Guest room – West Wing

“I’m not having sex, Bart. You need to ask me to marry you first.”

“But Kitten…I haven’t got a ring yet. It would be so easy…and I promise not to tell.”

The pair were getting bothered by the sound of Amos screeching down stairs, and Fanny was in a flap. She started to bundle up her beautiful gown that Bart had given her, and was ready to do the bolt. Bart watched her and could feel his boner shriveling up. The house had been mad, ever since she arrived, and now the threats of death by the Father, had her scared. Fanny ran for the door and opened it, peaking out. She suddenly gasped and saw Juliette’s blood doll knocking on Elvira’s door.

“Lady Elvira. I request an audience for a humble servant of the Roxburg family.”

Fanny could hardly believe it, and she looked back over her shoulder at Bart asking; “Do your sisters share their blood dolls?’ It was a question out of the blue, and Bart wondered what on earth she was on about. He raised an eyebrow, knowing that Juliette had been riding him like he was in the Grand National for hours.

“Hell no, Juliette wouldn’t share her own food, let alone one of her servants. That’s so not like her.”

“Then why is he asking to see Elvira?”

“He is?”

“Yes….come see for yourself.”

Bart crept to the door, and both of them peered out and saw Edward standing there smartly. They then heard Sally asking on behalf of Elvira;

“What is it you wish to speak to my Mistress about?”

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“More sex probably.” Bart said, feeling a wave of disgust at his sister’s antics. Fanny turned around and put her nose in the air. “Now you see why I don’t just lay with every tom dick or Charles. I have morals.”

“You have an iron chastity belt with no key.”

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