RE: Boyo's Place of Prose and Doze - Drive By's Welcome
This is a start for an rp I had in mind with a Sorcerer and a Succubus.
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Stepping into the corridor of the dark tomb Sam raised a hand, thin fingers gestured and all along the stone-hewn corridor torches sprang to life. Not the flicker of natural flame, the scion of elemental fire on this plane, rather the steady burn of a red, sorcerous flame. The corridor was bathed in a steady light, illuminating the dust, cobwebs and the remains of adventurers who had come this far in the tomb. Wrapping the long, brown robes around his tall, thin legs stepping carefully over the rubble at the bottom of the stairs. Sam's Leather boots stepping softly on the floor leaving footprints in the dust, another gesture and a gust of air swirled down the corridor. Daggers sprang from the wall, clattering to the floor. Spears rose from the floor and dropped from the ceiling with a clacking that echoed. Stones dropped away to pits underneath the floor, in one Sam saw glistening points sticking up. A small cloud of greenish gas appearing to settle in one section of the corridor, that was blown away with another gust of wind. With a slight smile Sam pulled tight the long queue of hair around his head, black hair tight against his skull, where dark eyes flashed as he glanced over the corridor once more. Hiking up the brown, robes stepped around the traps walking down the corridor.
Making his way to the heavy, stone door at the end, a finger traced a rune on the surface that was soon followed by loud clicks and a groaning as the door slid inside the room behind. The room behind was Sam's objective, giving himself a small smile of satisfaction at getting here, stepping in and looking around. On one end a chipped sarcophagus sat by a small altar to one of the older gods, a larger altar and sacrificial bowl directly across the room. The ceiling held up by carved columns of stone, each column a stack of carven skulls, all different, looking towards the carved circle of runes in their center. A small chest lay in the center of the runes, passing a hand over the runes they glowed and the shield shimmered as it appeared from floor to ceiling. Stepping back Sam sighed slightly as he looked over the runes, hearing the grinding of stone on stone behind him. Turning saw the sarcophagus top sliding down as a wrapped body rose from the opening, the undead figure was broad and dressed in bits of armor. Sam pointed a finger at the body, a sliver of light stretched across the room from his finger to the body that slowly dissolved into a puddle, which swiftly evaporated.
Walking to the other side of the circle Sam started a soft chant, gesturing with both hands, eyes shut in concentration as his body glowed. Bringing his hands together with a loud, thundering clap, that echoed across the room, his eyes opened as his palms came apart. The shield shimmering, shaking, then shattering as its magic fell away before him, the runes on the floor smoking as their power drained away. Stepping away from the chest Sam gestured with one finger, the chest shook, clicked then opened as a cloud of smoke appearing above it, a hand held out stopping the two small needles that hung in the air for a moment then fell clattering to the floor. The smoke hung above the chest, curling about itself as Sam stepped into the circle, the smoke lengthening and darting at his face.
A look and the smoked stopped, blowing across the room, where on the altar it hung in the air growing into a lumpen humanoid shape. Slowly the body appeared from within the smoke resting on the altar, a young woman with large, firm breasts, long legs crossing over each other as a childish look on the narrow, lean face looked him over. Thin, red lips smiled over pointed teeth. Black pools for eyes looked soullessly over him while she sat there naked, her face framed by thick, curling black hair. The wings on her back stretched out, their bat-like shape shadowing the wall behind her, then folding back with a whipping sound. A succubus, Sam knew there was a guardian here but did not think it would be a succubus, they were unreliable and notorious for following their lusts.
"You came to free me?" She asked innocently, the air shimmering with desire as she tried to entice him. A gesture and her spell faded, a look of surprise growing on her face.
"Hardly demon," he answered looking in the chest, holding a glowing palm over it, not yet willing to put a hand in. "Are you the guardian?" Sam asked, glancing at her. Still naked, her hands interlacing fingers over her knees, noticed her breasts had grown, the dusky orbs topped with dark, brown almost black nipples that extended in excitement.
"No," she looked down, pointing a nailed finger to the remains of the undead, "he was the guardian, I was a prisoner in the box." Stepping down she walked over towards him and sniffed, "a sorcerer?"
"Yes," he answered shortly looking in the chest.
"Perhaps I can reward you?" Stepping forward, herarms open, lips pursed and he noticed now the short hair covering her vagina, or what looked like one on a demon. Snorting at her, giving her a short glance to determine her danger, a demoness so close was alarming on some levels, yet the confidence that burned in Sam surpassed any danger she might pose.
A gesture and spirit chains erupted from the floor binding her limbs to her body, pulling her down to a kneeling position before him as if in supplication. "You have nothing I require at the moment." Sam answered impatiently looking in the chest and finding what he was looking for, smiling he sighed as he pulled out the small silver ring.
"Ohhh, you bound me," moaning in orgasmic delight as she looked up at him, "well if it's what you are into. Go ahead, beat me, hit me, shove your cock in all my holes. Cum on my face, whatever you want. Perhaps you want to spank my tits with your cock?" All this came out in a suggestive, happy tone. She exuded sex and desire like a perfume that filled the air around them, mostly it annoyed Sam,
Sam looked at her unmoved and rolled her eyes, "why would I want to do any of that, with you?"
She winked at him, "a succubus never complains. All I need is your lust and you can do what you want." Her look was pleading for a moment then she smiled, "oh, I see. You think you don't have enough?" Smiling she nodded her head, Sam felt a tightening in his trousers, hidden under the brown robes. "That should be more than enough for anyone." Her smile widened as her lips reached out blowing a kiss in the direction of his cock.
"What did you do to me?" Sam moaned for a moment, surprised she could even cast something like that on him. Looking down, Sam put the ring in a pocket of the robe. Putting a hand over his trousers felt the larger cock there, "demonic magic. Easily removed." As he realized it was a simple enlargement spell, as it was not a hinderance to him and his aims, he left the spell in place, more to show he was unconcerned than anything.
"Oh please, use it once one me first," she pleaded as she stayed in position before him. "I'll remove it after, I promise." Licking her lips, "you freed me, so I owe you something."
"Whatever," Sam sighed walking back towards the entry corridor, "you want to do is your business, not mine."
"You're just going to leave me here?" She was genuinely surprised. "At the mercy of anyone who might come by to rape and kill me? Or maybe I'd starve to death before anyone came!"
Sam turned, the robes swirled about with the swift action, "all that would happen is you would return to the demonic realms for a time then come back to the material plane. I hardly see that as a loss." Turning back towards the corridor he waved a hand and the chains shattered, walking around the traps again made his way to the stairs then up to the larger cave, the sunlight shone in from the large opening down it's length. A glowing orb that lit the area around Sam floated and took its place behind him, following him out. Shattered stones and bones littering the floor of the cave, as Sam walked to the opening of the tomb he heard the rustle behind him, the succubus was following him he realized. Wordlessly he walked to the opening and looking down the mountain at the forest that grew at the base of the cliff teleporting himself to the edge of the wood.
At the base of the mountain Sam began walking into the forest, a hand over the pocket that held the ring as he made his way around the trees and over the rough terrain to the path in the woods. The path led him to the cart tracks, those in turn led him to the merchant's road and that to the village nearby. Above him he could sense her flying above, enjoying her freedom as the succubus beat her wings in the air moving on the swift air currents that rolled down the mountain. At the edge of the village was a tavern, its sign faded but the outline of a dragon or some other serpent could still be discerned on the weathered wood. Opening the door the barmaid was running around half empty tables, her face turning to him in greeting stopped. Her mouth opening as she stared, closing the door Sam stood there, the maid's portly frame was topped with a rounded head with strings of blonde hair held to her head with a tied cloth. Realizing she still had the mugs of beer in her hand brought them to the table and wiping her hands she slowly made her way back to him.
"A silent one?" She used the ancient name the sorcerers used almost quietly, then finding her voice, "are you here for a meal and a room?" Nodding, Sam looked at her silently, his eyes flashing as he took in the room and her rounded body under the skirts and apron. "I'll have to see about the room, we don't have ones like your type stay in, but we can make do. Sit over there," she pointed to a table over against the wall. Sam walked over and sat down, the maid brought over a mug of beer and leaving it in front of him then some bread and a wedge of cheese.
As Sam began to eat the door opened again, at first slowly then more quickly, in the glare of the sun he saw her form again. The succubus. Sighing deeply, Sam ate bits of cheese and bread watching her enter the tavern as the room grew quiet, the succubus' black eyes turned around the room while walking over to sit across from him. Smiling she looked at the mug on the table slowly reaching a nailed hand out, taking it gently then with her black eyes locked onto his brought the mug up to her red lips, that parted slowly, her mouth opening in a slight moan and drank some of the beer. The foam collecting on her upper lip, a tongue curled up and suggestively wiped the foam from left to right, the end of her tongue collecting the foam in the slight hollowing then took the foam into her mouth with a slight moan and slurp. "Hello again," she said after a moment.
"We don't like her kind here," the maid said nervously from across the room.
Turning to the maid, "it is not with me." He said sternly. The maid opened her mouth in shock and the room became quiet. Sorcerers were known as the silent ones as they normally never spoke in public, especially to those who were not like them, to hear one speak was alternately considered good luck or the harbinger of misfortune. Everyone in the room hushed and looked at each other trying to determine if it was wise to remain. Turning to the succubus, "why did you follow me?"
"Well," sitting back in the chair, her dark, erect nipples pointing to the air, "I've been trapped so long, and while I was originally going back to the demon realms when I was caught, you letting me out gave me an idea." Pausing for effect, "I'm going to travel with you."
"Why?" Sam asked her angrily as she smiled at him, the room began to slowly clear of other patrons. They had decided, leaving was best.
"As I said," she flipped a hand in the air, "I'm bored." Then leaning over the table whispered, "beside you haven't used that on me yet." She looked down at the engorged cock under his robes, as she said the words and looked down, she licked her lips. The kind of hungry look one had before dinner, a dinner where Sam was the main course.
As he made his way into the larger room at the end there was the chipped sarcophagus by the altar on one side of the room, a larger altar and sacrificial bowl on the other. The room was held up by carved columns of stone, each one a stack of skulls looking towards the carved circle of runes in the center of the floor. There, a small chest lay in the center of the runes, passing a hand over the runes they glowed and the shield shimmered as it appeared from floor to ceiling. Stepping back Sam sighed slightly as he looked over the runes, hearing the grinding of stone on stone behind him. Turning saw the sarcophagus top slid down and from it rose a wrapped body, the undead figure was broad and dressed in bits of armor. Sam pointed a finger at the body, a slight ray of light stretched across the room and the body slowly dissolved into a puddle that swiftly evaporated.
Walking to the other side of the circle Sam started a soft chant, gesturing with both hands, eyes shut in concentration as his body glowed. Then bringing his hands together with a loud clap, that thundered across the room, his eyes opened and the palms slowly came apart. The shield shimmered, shook, then shattered from around the chest, the runes on the floor smoked as their power drained away. Stepping away from the chest Sam gestured with one finger, the chest shook, clicked then opened as a cloud of smoke appeared above it, a hand held out stopped the two small needles that hung in the air for a moment then fell to the floor with a slight clatter. The smoke hung above the chest, curling about itself as Sam stepped into the circle, the smoke lengthened and darted at his face.
A look and the smoked stopped then blew across the room, where on the altar it hung in the air then grew into a lumpen humanoid shape. Slowly the body formed and rested on the altar, a young woman with large, firm breasts, long legs crossed over each other as a childish look on the narrow, lean face looked over at him. Thin, red lips smiled over pointed teeth. Black pools of eyes looked soullessly over at him while naked she sat there, a simple smile on her face, framed by thick, curling black hair. The wings on her back stretched out, their bat-like shape shadowing the wall behind her, then the wings folded back in with a whipping sound. A succubus, Sam knew there was a guardian here but did not think it would be a succubus, they were unreliable and notorious for following their lusts.
"You came to free me?" She asked innocently.
"Hardly demon," he answered and began to look in the chest, holding a glowing palm over it, not willing to put a hand in. "Are you the guardian?" He asked, glancing at her. Still naked, her hands crossed over her knees, noticed her breasts had grown, the dusky skin were topped with dark, brown almost black nipples.
"No," she looked down surprised, then pointed a nailed finger, "he was the guardian, I was a prisoner in the box." Stepping down she walked over towards him and sniffed, "a sorcerer?"
"Yes," he answered gruffly still looking in the chest.
"Perhaps I can reward you?" She stepped forward, arms open, lips pursed and he noticed now the short hair covering her vagina, or what looked like one on a demon.
A gesture and he bound her in spirit chains that erupted from the floor, pulling her down to a kneeling position, "you have nothing I require at the moment." Sam answered her impatiently as he looked in the chest again and found what he was looking for, smiling he sighed as he pulled out the small silver ring.
"Ohhh, you bound me," she looked up at him then shrugged, "well if it's what you are into. Go ahead, beat me, hit me, shove your cock in all my holes. Cum on my face, whatever you want. Perhaps you want to spank my tits with your cock?" All this came out in a suggestive, happy tone.
Sam looked at her and rolled her eyes, "why would I want to do any of that, with you?"
She winked at him, "a succubus never complains. All I need is your lust and you can do what you want." Her look was pleading for a moment then she smiled, "oh, I see. You think you don't have enough for me?" Smiling she nodded her head, Sam felt a tightening in his trousers, hidden under the brown robes. "That should be more than enough for anyone."
"What did you do to me?" Looking down, Sam put the ring in a pocket of the robe. Putting a hand over his trousers felt the larger cock there, "demonic magic. Easily removed."
"Oh please, use it once one me first," she pleaded as she stayed in position before him. "I'll remove it after, I promise." Licking her lips, "you freed me, so I owe you something."
"Whatever," Sam sighed as he walked back towards the corridor he entered, "you want to do is your business, not mine."
"You're just going to leave me here?" She was genuinely surprised. "At the mercy of anyone who might come by and kill me? Or maybe I'd starve to death before anyone came!"
Sam turned, the robes swirled about with the swift action, "all that would happen is you would return to the demonic realms for a time then come back to the material plane. I hardly see that as a loss." Turning back towards the corridor he waved a hand and the chains shattered, walking around the traps again made his way to the stairs then up to the larger cave, the sunlight shone in from the large opening. Shattered stones and bones littered the floor of the cave, as Sam walked to the opening of the tomb he heard the rustle behind him, the succubus had followed him. Wordlessly he walked to the opening and looking down the mountain teleported himself.
At the base of the mountain he walked into the forest, a hand over the pocket that held the ring as he made his way around the trees and over the rough terrain to the path in the woods. The path led him to the cart tracks, those in turn led him to the merchant's road and that to the village nearby. At the edge of the village was the tavern, the sign faded but he could still make out the outline of the dragon or some other serpent. Opening the door the barmaid was running around half empty tables and noting him stopped. Her mouth opened as she looked at him and he closed the door and stood there, her portly frame was topped with a rounded head with strings of blonde hair held to her head but a tied cloth. Realizing she still had the mugs of beer in her hand brought them to the table and wiped her hands as she slowly made her way back to him.
"A silent one?" She said the ancient name the sorcerers used almost quietly, then finding her voice, "are you here for a meal and a room?" Nodding, Sam looked at her silently, his eyes flashing as he took in her rounded body under the skirts and apron. "I'll have to see about the room, we don't have ones like your type like here, but we can make do. Sit over there," she pointed to a table over against the wall. Sam walked over and sat down, the maid brought over a mug of beer and left it in front of him then brought him some bread and a wedge of cheese.
As Sam began to eat the door opened again, at first slowly then more quickly, in the shade of the sun he saw her form again. The succubus. Sighing deeply, Sam ate as he watched her enter the tavern the room going quiet as the black eyes turned around the room and she walked over and sat across from him. Smiling she looked at the mug in front of him and slowly reaching out, took it gently from his hand then with her black eyes locked onto his brought the mug up to her red lips and drank some of the beer. The foam sat on her upper lip, a tongue curled up and suggestively wiped the foam from left to right, the end of her tongue collecting the foam in the slight hollowing then took the foam into her mouth with a slight moan. "Hi again," she said after a moment.
"We don't like her kind here," the maid said nervously.
Turning to the maid, "it is not with me." He said sternly. The maid opened her mouth in shock and the room became quiet. Sorcerers were known as the silent ones as they normally never spoke in public, especially to those who were not like them, to hear one speak was alternately considered good luck or the harbinger of misfortune. Turning to the succubus, "why did you follow me?"
"Well," she began sitting back in the chair, her dark nipples pointing to the air, "I've been trapped so long, while I was originally going back to the demon realms when I was caught, you letting me out gave me an idea. I'm going to travel with you."
"Why?" Sam asked her angrily as she smiled at him, the room began to slowly clear of other patrons.
"As I said," she flipped a hand in the air, "I'm bored." Then leaning over the table whispered, "beside you haven't used that on me yet." She looked down at the engorged cock under his robes, the one she had cast a spell on and as she said the words and looked down, she licked her lips. The kind of hungry look one had before dinner, a dinner where Sam was the main course.
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