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A Blue Moon Christmas Party (Tis' the Season to be Smutty)

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Dr. Nibbles

Dr. Nibbles

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Hey everyone! We're only 11 days away from christmas and you know what that means! CHRISTMAS PARTY! So I'm starting an open thread for us to celebrate the season BM style! All normal rules apply any ages or species of characters are alowwed just keep it relatively humanoid since I know alot of people aren't into Anthro and such.

So here's our plot and setting:

You are have been invited to the annual christmas party of the exquisite and wealthy Mr. and Mrs. Von Black. They are notorious swingers despite their elegant nature, and this is widely renknown. Their house is made to represent an old english castle and is extremely gothic and old in its style. It contains multiple bedrooms that are empty and can be locked from the inside, not to mention all the secret trap doors, rooms and cubbies that contain special toys and machines for the more adventurous. The Von Blacks do not shun sex and orgies at their parties and have infact come to look forward to hosting and joining in on them. The Von Blacks, additionallyhave a habbit of selecting young bi-sexual maids and butlers to tend to their needs. Do tothe servants' high salary, there is little to nothing they WON'T do.

Here's the character Profile page. Post and do enjoy. Happy Holidays. ;)​
 
Kiley Ward climbed out of the town car she had her latest conquest rent her for this night; he hadn't been privy to the details of why she had needed it, but safe to say he would be pretty put out when he discovered he had 'lost' the invitation for the Von Black's Christmas party. In truth, she had taken it from his desk when she had noticed, with glee, that the invitation wasn't entirely personalized; how could she resist? Who hadn't heard of the Von Black's and their notorious parties? Being the 'wild child' that she was, it had been too much of a temptation. She dismissed her driver and shut the door with the heel of her knee high boots, adjusting the edges of her plaid skirt that fell halfway down her thighs. Assorted trinkets - crosses and the like - adorning the belt that hugged her jagged, yet shapely hips. Her bully button ring glinted in the muted light as she turned, flipping her dark auburn hair over her shoulder before popping a button on her white blouse, beneath her black vast, to further emphasize her ample cleavage.

As she approached the steps, she took the cigarette from between her lip glossed lips and flicked it to the ground with her ring adorned fingers; she smothered it with her boot and then made her way to the grand door way of the old gothic manor castle; it was such a strange place to house a Christmas party, she mused, blue eyes glancing around before she came to a stop before the door, rapping her knuckles upon it to await entrance.
 
The Hummer's engine rumbled loudly for a moment as it pulled into an empty parking spot, towering over the two smaller cars on either side of it.
The engine went silent and the door opened, Matthew stepped out, his boots thumping against the pavement.
A plain white T-Shirt was stretched over his muscular torso.
He wore black combat boots and a pair of camoflauge BDU trousers. The tactical belt wrapped around his waist had several pouches and holsters hooked onto it. A small black pouch held a pair of handcuffs, another a can of pepper spray, a cold steel Scimitar knife was clipped onto his pocket, and finally, a black holster sat on his right hip, a Glock-17 sitting securely inside it.
His invitation had been intended for a friend. His friend however, was gone on a business trip and had given the invitation to Matthew.
He strode up to the door, admiring the gothic castle-like home.
He glanced to his right at a fellow guest (kiley) and smiled crookedly, running a hand through his dark brown buzz cut. "Hey there, I'm Matthew."
he greeted flirtaciously.
 
Vern, adjusted his red bow-tie in the mirror of his gaudy washroom, his signature matchstick lazily lying in between his lips. Suddenly he heard a wrapping at the door and adjusted the jacket and vest of his all black, pin-strip tuxedo. He grunted a little as his young trophy wife's lips moved up and down his exposed member, she was a nymphomaniac, she needed to do something sexual at least once every few hours or she'd have a panic attack. During work weeks he would pressure her to take her Prozac often, to calm her nerves, but being at this was their 3rd annual Christmas party (always notorious for its sexual shinannigans) he let her slide today. However, this made getting ready quite difficult for two extremely attractive spouses.

"Sweetheart" he groaned as precum dripped onto her warm tongue "We have guests, love. You need to...f-finish."

She smiled up at him with her violet eyes and began sucking harder and faster, forcing him to dig his nails into her scalp. With a moan of pleasure he came into her mouth, forcing his shaft as far down her throat to assure he didn't get any of the steamy, hot fluid from getting on her long elaborate dress. He pulled his limp member from her mouth, a small drop of saliva and cum streaming from her bottom lip to his tip. He smiled at his gorgeous wife, knowing that he probably would not have sex with her tonight again, she would be attending to guests' "needs" as would he.

Vern helped Estella stand, holidng her arm as she lifted her long, tight black dress. He smiled at her and kissed her deeply.

"Come, Estella, we have to greet the first guests." he said holding her hand.

"But of course, my love." said the pale, blue-eyed gothic-godess

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A young man, dressed to the nines opened the large oak door, and bowed low to greet the two strangers.

"Welcome, to the Von Black manner, Master and Madam Von Black will be down to greet you shortly." he began with a distinctly, proper, English accent "Until, may I escort you to the Ball Room? That is where tonight's main festivities are going to be held."
 
Kiley turned her head and arched a thin brow, a cocky smile curling her glossy lips. She crossed her arms and nodded her head faintly. "Hello there, Mathew; I'm Kiley," She purred, her voice smooth to the ears despite the fact she lived such a active lifestyle, often taking things or smoking shit that should have made her voice not so pleasing. It was then the door swung open and her gaze returned there, nodding when the young man had finished speaking.

"Of course, lead the way," she said, her blood beginning to cycle through her body, pumped with adrenaline. When the young man moved to show them the way, she would follow, heels clicking on the floor faintly with her steps, hips subconsciously swaying with her lithe, feminine movements.
 
"That's not necessary, Roger." spoke a voice, echoing from off in the distance.

"Ah, Master Von Black! I did not see you there." he replied sheepishly

Two extremely beautiful people emerged from the massive stairwell. One was a goddess of the gothic. Her hair long and raven. Her dress black as night, her skin pale as the moon and her eyes beaming purple light. She was young and innocent looking, though she was far from. She twitched occasionally, not intending to, it was just part of her condition.

The other was a well dressed man with silver hair and a clean cut goatee on his chin. He walked up to the two guests and smiled with a perfect grin. He wore a black pin-stripe tuxedo and blood red bow tie, with a red rose in his collar.

"Allow me to introduce our host, and hostess." spoke the elegant butler. "Master Vern Von Black and Madam Estella Von Black."

"Pleasure to make your aquaintence." said the elegant Estella with a curtsey, looking with lust at Mathew.

"Absolutely a pleasure" said Vern, his eyes fixed on the gorgeously slutty Kiley. His grin was hypnotic and his eyes were almost capable of mind control "I take it by your ensemble you've, heard of our parties?"
 
Kiley couldn't help but admire the pair as they made their appearance, stopping short when they addressed her and Matthew. Her iridescent eyes couldn't help but take in the attractive couple, though she noticed the strange twitch in Mrs. Von Black, not that she said anything. Mr. Von Black was right to assume she'd heard of the parties they held, but so very wrong to assume she'd dressed for the occasion. Her lips cocked into a smirk and she wet them with her tongue, barely, and crossed her arms beneath her ample bosom.

"I have heard of your parties, Mr. Von Black," she chuckled behind a slim, almost dainty hand, "but this is how I am normally dressed; I am glad to know I'm dressed appropriately, however." There was a mischievous glint in her eye as she tucked errant strands of red behind a multiply pierced ear.
 
Luke had pulled up with the first two guests, smiling as he saw a very beautiful, slutty figure walking up the stars. He got out of the limo, taking his daughters hand to help her out as well. Luke was dressed in a simple three peice suit, black and silky, his shirt a dark blue, soft to the touch.

Lillian stepped out with the help of her father, her long emerald gown tight on her chest buy flows when it gets to her hips, stopping at her knees, a small cut up the side to her hip. Her father had ordered this gown, she didn't like it so much, showed to much clevlage, and was too low on her back.

Luke held out his arm for his daughter to take, and they accended the steps to the Von Black Home, stepping in with the other guests. "Good Evening Vern, Estella, hope you enjoyed the wine I gave you last month," he said with a small smile. He knew of the Von Black's, doing buisness with them and selling them his wine, but he never did ever get to know them.

Lillian held tight to her fathers arm, a blush rising in her cheeks, the woman Estella looked gorgous, she noticed her twitch but took nothing of it.
 
Matthew smirked crookedly, eyes raking over Estella's thin frame.
"A pleasure."
He said simply.
He glanced to his side at Kiley and back at Estella, fantasies already starting to swirl around in his mind.
Leaning over to Kiley he barely audibly whispered,
"Would you like to join me in a more private room?"


ooc:Estella/Kiley/Matthew threesome. wanna?
 
((OOC: heel tiger. Lets let it develope a little more. ;) Though, EstellaxMathew is a possibility))

Vern gingerly grabbed the 18 year old Kiley and kissed her hand with a bow. He looked up at her with smoky, hazel eyes that enchanted. He was not only a gentleman but a stallion of a man as well.

"Well, then I must say you are my kind of woman." he smiled devilishly "I do not believe I got your name, and please, call my Vern."

Estella blushed heavily at Mathews proposal, the crease of her womanhood already becoming moist. She wanted to be fucked badly, but the party had only begun, but he was obviously an athletic, military man. He was handsome, chiseled, masculine and had an, undoubtedly, monster of a cock. Wild fantasies filled Estella's head and she began to become wet. She laid her hands over her nether region and blushed some more.

"I-I, um... I would lov-" suddenly her husband's business partner entered and both attended to him and his lovely young daughter. "Mr. Goodwin! Why yes, it was lovely wine"

Estella walked gracefully over to the two and curtseyed at them. "Pleasure to see you all again. And I don't believe we've met." smiled Estella turning to Lillian, giving her an enchantingly sweet smile "You must be Lillian, the lovely little girl of Luke. I must say you're much more beautiful in person then in the photos. I'm Estella Von Black."
 
Lillian blushed as the woman, Estella, gave her the compliment. "Oh, thank you, so my father does talk about me to people he does buisness with," she said, her voice soft and smooth, like honey most people said. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Von Black," she said, being formal like her father has taught her. Her brown eyes lingered slightly on Estella's ample breats, but shot back up to her face, a small smile on her face, her blush growing more noticable.

Luke had moved his arm away from his daughter, letting the women talk, "Well I am coming out with a new type this next up-coming month," he said, stopping himself, "Oh, deer, I just can't seem to be away from my work," he said with a heavy laugh.

{{OOC: What would you like the maids to do? Bring in drinks for them? Appatizers on trays? }}
 
Kiley never blushed, it just wasn't something a woman like her did, given her choice of lifestyle, but as Vern bent over her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, she could have sworn she felt the tickling of a beginning blush in her cheeks. She found herself unable to tear her eyes from Vern's enchanting ones, even despite Matthew's quite forward approach. Ah, what was the rush? She wanted to enjoy the party. She turned slightly to cock a brow at him, a smirk tugging at her lips before she rolled her slim shoulders in a shrug and turned her eyes back to their host.

"Oh, how rude of me," she chuckled. "Kiley Ward, at your pleasure." The pun wasn't entirely intended, but she let it slide anyway and turned to see the new comer's, giving a slight wave and nod to the father and daughter; she didn't recognize them, but she wouldn't, of course, since she had lifted the invitation.

With the way that Vern was looking at her made her think he wouldn't mind that little bit, would probably actually be thankful she had taken it, or else she wouldn't have been here. She was already thankful she had, she mused with a smile.
 
"Oh you simply must meet my business partner, Mr. Goodwin!" beamed Vern, noticing that Luke had begun to talk to him. "I'm sure he would LOVE to meet a valiant woman of your stature."

Vern let his hand slide into her own and held it, pulling her lightly in the direction of Luke Goodwin, wine mogul.

"Pleasure to see you again, Luke. And yes the wine was lovely." Vern extended his free hand and shook Luke's firmly, but less firm than he would during business hours. "Luke, this is Kiley Ward, a lovely young woman who has graced me with her company this evening. Ms. Ward debonaire man is Luke Goodwin, he owns a local wine vineyard that my company ships internationally."

Estella was far more muted and soft spoken then her jaunty significant other. However her simply body language was so sweet and underlyingly seductive that she did not need confidence nor buoyant demeanor to be easily one of the most eye catching and attractive women in the room, regardless of the situation. However, in the pressence of boy Riley Ward, bad-girl temptress and Lillian, the innocent daughter shining beneath the shadow of her grim father, she would have to step up her game. Discretely, Estella untied a string from the neck of her dress, exposing her ample cleavage even more than before to the lesbian girl, unbeknownst to Estella of her sexual orientation, however.

"As I said, Lilly, oh is it alright if I call you that?" Estella chirped like the soft hearted hummingbird she is "Would you like me to introduce you to our other guests? That boy over their, Mathew I believe was his name would most certainly be interested in a girl of your caliber of beauty."

"Ah, why are we standing here in the entryway?" Shouted Vern, ecstatically over the small crowd. "How primitive of me. Let us make our way to the ball room shall we? Our maids will have drinks and appetizers waiting for us there."

Still holding Kiley's hand, Vern turned and lead the group to the elaborate, Gothic ballroom.
 
Matthew's eyes narrowed as he watched Vern. Like two rutting bucks, they were fighting for the attention of an attractive member of the opposite sex. Unfortunately, Matthew appeared to be losing.
No matter, he thought as he was introduced to Lily.
Nodding he smiled the most heartbreaking and crooken grin he could manage, his eyes intrigued but not quite eager.
"A pleasure miss Lily."
he replied.

ooc: I can't help it. you leave me alone with two bi girls I'm gonna demand a threesome.
 
Kiley's lips kept that same sly, almost cheshire smile as Vern took a firm hold on her hand and lightly herded her to introduce his friend. She couldn't help but feel a little flattered that the host seemed so keen to keep her interested. She nodded and flashed Luke a smile of greeting.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she said softly, her voice almost a caressing purr; not something she did intentionally but was a trait that the luscious young lady had just seemed to develop during puberty.

Vern's wife, Estella, made her cleavage more pronounced, much to Kiley's amusement; why did other women always seem to take her presence as a threat? Like she was moving in on already claimed territory? Not that she minded; in fact, Kiley liked having a challenge. Stealing a man, or tempting a man away from an another attractive woman just made her feel so desirable and irresistible. It was like a drug, which she often enjoyed as well. She didn't think too long on it, as Vern said they should move onto the ballroom instead of loitering in the main hall. He kept hold of her hand and she found it strange that she hadn't taken it back herself, letting him lead her to the quite impressive gothic ballroom that had her feeling excited in all the right ways. The night was about to start, one she was sure she would never forget.

[OOC: If you would like, I can make a maid(male or female) character as well.]
 
Lenore and her sister was ready in the ballroom holding drinks and appetizers on a silver tray. Lenore was wearing a red and white maid dress, a simple white apron on the front of her, wrapped around her waiste. Her dress was short, showing alot more leg, if she were to bend down, she would show off the red thong she was wearing. She had small red shoes, bells on the clasp, her white stockings up to her mid-thigh, red trimming at the top. The top of the dress was tight, showing off her chest and clevlage. She had a bell on her tail, a small bell choker around her neck. Her hair was done up with a red bow. She held the appetizers in one hand, small little fingerfoods such as sandwitches, sweats, meats, etc.

Amy was wearing a blue and black version of her sisters dress, her boobs smaller than her sisters. Her hair down and small blonde curls framming her face. Her blonde tail had a blue bow on it, her stockings had little blue bows on it instead of blue trimming. Her shoes were black with small little blue bows on the clasp. She held the drinks, small shots, cocktail, water, wine, red, and other small things on the tray.

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Lillian smiled, "Its fine for you to call me that Estella," she said quietly. She noticed the enhanced clevlage and tried not to stare, she could feel her woman hood already seeming to feel moist. She cursed herself for not refusing to come with her father. But this would be her chance maybe to run away before the party would end.

Luke smiled at the beauty Kiley, "Its a pleasure to meet you Miss Ward," he said, taking her other hand and giving it a small peck before returning it to her. He followed Vern into the ballroom, "You have such a beautiful house Vern, you should have more parties," he said with a low chuckle. He pushed his glasses, more for style than actual use, up further on his brow, it gave him a look of wisdom and made him look younger than his 40 years he is. He didn't have any grey in his blonde hair, and he let it grow long for the style, so much different from his daughter.
 
[Absolutely, you can make more GUESTS if you want. Also as the RP progressesm assume there to be numberless amounts of NPC's you can pull into conversation or other tings ;)]

"Well, Luke." smiled Vern grimly, speaking cryptic words "Lets just say somethings about this manor are not... ethical to be experienced year round."

When the group entered the ballroom they were invited to an elaborately dark, yet stunning masonry. Tables with black and red table cloths littered both sides of the ballroom in a symetical pattern. In the center a massive 15ft tall douglas fir occupied the center of the room of stone and oak. It was darker than normal christmas trees, and its trimmings were far from out of place. All of them either red, black or dark green. The lights were Red and white LED but seemed to have such a soft glow that the didn't even light up anything around them, yet were bright enough to be seen in the dark. Atop it sat a large, grim, angel of death. Its wings long and grey, its robes black and droopy, a halo of purple fire surrounded its bleached and weathered, hooded skull.

Several maids stood in single file around the double door oak entrance to greet them as they entered. Two maids in particular, however, caught the attention of most. They were nekos, with tails and ears and dressed exceptionally colorful as opposed to the other maids who only wore black and white. They appeared to be twins, looking exactly the same. Though, as usual, Vern was capable of grabbing their attention with outlandishly dark, debonair style.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen," he said with his arms flung wide, his palms, of which covered by black leather gloves, extended to the seemingly limitless vaulted cieling "To the Castle Von Black. Merry Christmas"
 
Amy came over to them, standing on left side of Vern, "Master Von Black, a drink?" she asked, her voice soft and warm, smiling to the others, giving a small curtse. Her tail twitched back and forth, small little canines were seen from her small smile.

Lenore came up behind her sister, her step and gate more sauntered, but not show offy like most other girls, her tail always swinging low. "Appetizers?" she asked the guests, her voice a little lower than her sister, more rough and seducting than innocent like her sisters. Her eyes caught the man, Matthew she heard from the foyer of him being introduced, noticing his well built body, a small inadible purr coming from her chest, he was a looker.
 
Matthew glanced over at Lenore, the neko maid and smirked, his eyebrows raising.
He sauntered with surprising grace over to the girl, a crooked smirk fixed perfectly on his face.
"Pardon me Mister Von Black but I require your maid's....services."
he said quietly, stepping past the host.
he fixed his gaze on Lenore, towering over her lithe, short frame.
Holding her gaze for a moment he finally said,
"I'm feeling a bit hungry, is there anything...sweet...on the menu?"
 
The older gentlemen of their group were so mannered, it almost threw Kiley off her game; not a guy she knew still kissed women's knuckles or the back of their hands. She followed after them into the absolutely gorgeous ballroom, aesthetically pleasing to the young woman; the Christmas tree, with it's little Angel of Death sitting so still on top, made her blood start to rush. A reminder that she wasn't at a typical party and the things she knew could, and would, happen in this place.

The maids caught her attention and she found herself unintentionally wetting her lips; they were...exotic, to say the least. She had only ever seen such kinds of women in the hands of very wealthy benefactors - Vern Von black included. He greeted them all and she couldn't help but smile, her blue eyes running over his suited form appreciatively.

She found herself a drink from one of the servers, some delicious fruity wine that slid down her throat with ease and pleasure. Her slim fingers held the glass by its stem as she allowed herself to take in the room in all its gothic, entrancing beauty; it almost felt surreal to be here, but she knew, with the way her body had tingled at Vern's entrancing stare that it was far from.
 
Lenore gave a small smile, flicking her tail in anticipation as the man she saw walked over to her. With a toothy smiled she held out the tray for him to view, "Well lets see her sir," she said, pointing with with a black nailed finger at some deserts, "this one has chocolate, this has penuts, this has cocanut," she said, before looking back up at him.

Amy blushed, her sister was lucky to be getting a guy as him. Maybe she could make her jelous by flirting with the woman over there. She gave a small purr of a chuckle, looking to Master Vern before walking among the guests. "Madam Estella, Lady(Kiley), a drink?" she asked, her eyes lingering abit more on Kiley than Estella.

Lillian looked to Estella, "You have a very beautiful gown," she said, her voice abit more seducting than she meant it, but the gothic beauty was turning her one quite abit. She heard stories about these parties here, but never knew that it could be actually true. "And I absaltuly love the decor, I wish I could have this at my home," she said, whispering so her father wouldn't hear her.
 
"Mmmm, I love chocolate."
Matthew purred, tossing one of the candies into his mouth.
"This is a very...interesting manor, I'd love a brief tour but Mister and Mistress Von Black seem occupied at the moment,"
he leaned closer, his cool and intoxicating minty breath gently fanning across Lenore's face.
"So I was wondering if..."
his voice sunk to a whisper,
"You could give me a private tour?"
he grinned, flashing a set of sparkling white teeth.
 
Lenore giggled, "I have a job to do sir," she said. "But I'll sneak away later while everyone is busy and I'll give you one," she said, voice lowered. She moved away to offer the lady next to Vern a treat, "Ma'am would you like a treat?" she asked her.

Amy offered a drink to Estella, "Would you like a drink Mistress? and might I add, how appealing you look tonight," she said with a small shy smile. She was always nervous around the Mistress, her elegant beauty too much for her.
 
Marcus arrived at the party in his snazziest tuxedo and red tie, and started meeting-and-greeting the various other people in attendance. He noticed a hot brunette Neko serving desserts, standing next a young woman and Mrs. Von Black. He made his way over to them and picked a dessert off the Neko's tray.
"Good evening Mrs. Von Black , ladies" he said, before eating the little dessert. "Mmm delicious!" he said. "Tell whoever cooked these that these are fantastic."
 
Matthew smirked slyly,
"I can't wait. I'm so anxious to explore your lovely....workplace."
he watched closely as she left, already fantasizing about their rendezvous.
He was so busy literally chasing tails, that he almost forgot why he'd come.
Matthew approached Mister Von Black, smiling politely, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Mister Von Black, I hate to disturb you but I nearly forgot why I attended tonight, I was wondering if you had an opening for a security officer here at your mansion? I have military and law enforcement experience and several references who can vouch for my reliability on matters of privacy and security."
 
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