Private - Open wide the Gates...[18+]

Private - Open wide the Gates...[18+]
Discussion in 'Astorea' started by Vivian Cruz, Dec 22, 2017.
  1. "Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart.
    Don't despair me.
    Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather
    to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts, after dark..."
    - Tortured Soul Asylum, Dani Filth

    Night was perfected with a moon hanging in full. Vivian's garments billowed from the passing wind, ruffling her hair and her hat as she stood in the grass on a blanket waiting for the atmosphere to settle. A smile on her mauve lips as she sat on her knees pressing the cotton fabric down to the ground. She would pat the dark fabric, getting all the wrinkles out as she began to set up red candles all around the perimeter. She would light each one individual, going around her small blanket until each candle was lit. Satisfied with how things turned out, the witchy woman placed her hands on her hips and kicked off the small shoes that she wore until she was barefoot. The cut in her skirt split as she stuck out her leg, the barbed black rose tattoo on her thigh seemed to glow from the moon rays that were attracted to her body as she moved her hands in a pattern.

    Light words trickled from her mouth causing the wind to stir in place. They would only kiss the flames of the red lit candles, but would not flicker out, only dance to the wind and its course. Vivian was experimenting once more, learning and drifting into wilder and more imaginative rituals. She had heard that red candles worked great for channeling different energies. What she was attempting to channel was power and passion. They were sacred forms of personal desires for the woman. Power to grow mentally stronger, to not be held back by the mortal coils of the world. She had wanted to transcend life, heighten her senses and reach as high as the tower of Babel she could.

    And of course passion and lust. She was a very sensual woman, always wishing to be pleased and to help please others. Of course, she was more of a receiver than a giver, something she knew quite well of herself. Giving was a rarity she often gifted to those whom she thought was special in her world. So being gifted something, or giving something pleasurable was a sign that she liked you, or found you interesting. But tonight was more about exploring herself. She had read offline so many different subjects of witchcraft and the like, she even modeled herself to look like one in game. But with so many backgrounds to pull information from, it was quite an undertaking. So she decided she would do things in baby steps working her way up until she knew the full grasp of her witchy powers.

    Vivian stood in the center of her blanket, she closed her eyes and felt the calm wind around her body. She would glow and manifest her powers with the use of words spoken in a low tone of voice. The red candles would burn and the flames would lick the sky sending their energy into her her hands and feet. She would feel that energy move through her body, heightening her senses and reaching levels she simply imagined. She would sense the wind and feel it curve around her body like a blanket, the heat of the candles, the sound of her heart beating and thumping in her chest as it escalated. She would slowly sit on her knees, her hands moving up and down her chest before she would allow the passionate fuels ignite her touch through her finger tips. The woman let out a sultry moan as she worshipped her body, touching forbidden parts only to whet her appetite for more and more.

    Her eyes flashed open, sparks of violet dotted her azure gaze as she smiled licking her mauve lips. She would look over her shoulder casually, as the long tendrils of hair would fall off her creamy flesh. What did she just experience that felt so exhilarating? The primal desire of her passion was called forth, it was thick in the air around her as it clung to her body. She bit down on her lower lip only to have her hands reach over her shoulder and move down the length and curves of her bosom where she stopped and fell backwards smiling and laughing.

    @Aurelia
     
    Last edited: Dec 22, 2017
  2. The moon that hung in the sky was the absolute picture of pure jubilation. The wind that echoed through the tentacles of grass that reached for the pitch black sky dotted only by a few shining stars seemed all too surreal. The long black cloak that shrouded a rather small figure brought forth an edge of mystery. The aura around the figure increasingly dark and malicious. The only sight to be seen in the shadows of the merciless dark of night being that of a pair of burning icy eyes. One would describe them as heartless, and if one were to know of whom the eyes belonged to, the description of the eyes would match the heart and person whom inhabited them. The feelings that echoed through the night being immense pleasure, passion and power. A battle for dominance between the three.

    Burning candles lit up the night, from a ways away from the cloaked figure. The violent hue of red bringing forth the conditions of the battle for supremacy between three emotions that filled the souls of those whom were devout. It was then that a certain ritual would begin. The words attaching to the bite of the wind, carrying all throughout the grassy valley. Reaching the ears of not only the birds of the night, but also the specific cloaked figure that had made their way through the endless stalks of green.

    Being made of rather effortless emotion, the cloaked figure closed their eyes. The cascading icy stare all but disappearing as the figure moved. From within the cloak, two small hands were rubbing the chills that swept across the body. The very chills that were a result of the words on the wind. Joining in with her own form of relentless thrilling desire. Desire to seek a place that no one had before. Desire to surpass the greed that held down the world. To rise up, and take the place of a demon. An alluring demon. A world-altering demon. An unforgiving demon. The urge to reach the domain of the unknown ever present on the mind of the cloaked figure, steps began to be taken. Involuntarily drifting towards the source of the light words that stirred the air. Her own voice adding to the incantationous prayer. The soft hue of red flickering in the wind, carrying across the valley of rolling hills.

    The very place that the cloaked figure found themselves was in the presence of a woman, seemingly at a passionate state. Moans echoing through the wind. The prayers all but silenced. The icy gaze was returned to the world, as the cloaked figure watched. Unmoving, unblinking. Encaptured by the pure delight that the woman was experiencing as a result of reaching out to the sacred forms of her own personal desires. Finding another pleasure-seeker, the cloaked figure's crude and selfish smile shining in the night, before dropping its presence. Watching as the woman now fell backwards smiling and laughing. Having experienced the primal desire of pure passion, seemingly pleased with the result of the experience. The cloaked figure watched the woman with ever present burning eyes. Eyes that held unrelenting heat, as one man once said that the beginning waves and heats of fire is always blue. Bringing about a sense of unforgiving and unforgettable heat despite the chill that the gaze would instill upon those around them.

    "Enticing passion at the exact moment of lustful release." The first set of words that the cloaked figure spoke in direct notice of the woman, brought forth the assumption that the cloaked figure was in fact female. With her hands remaining hidden within the cloak, magic unknowingly seeped through the fingertips, ready for at any notice, to attack the woman, if she deemed unworthy of her own approach.
     
  3. Vivian was looking at the world upside as her eyes danced over to the figure who she could barely see in the dark. There was a soft smile there, but the eyes of whoever had spoken were icy cold blue. Vivian twisted and turned over her blanket as she brought her hands up to her face and looked outwards towards the feminine voice.

    "Very wise words. I suppose you were watching then? Did it excite you?" Vivian's laugh was like honey in the air, almost innocent, but had a maturity to it. She got up on her knees as she moved fluidly in place. She brushed the long white skirt with a gentle hand and patted it down before her azure gaze flickered towards the mysterious figure.

    "Are you a Daughter of Darkness as well? What brings such a creature out so far from the city? It is kinda dangerous out here, especially when one comes up to a witch and her rituals. Although I am not exactly hiding that fact from others to come across." Vivian got up on her bare feet.

    She walked with a sultry movement and stopped at the edge of her blanket, her territory as she would formally call it. Everything within and around the candles were her small little domain where she felt protected by the Goddess Ahra as she would make her offerings. Something of a personal sanctuary for herself.

    Mauve lips curved once more and she tilted her head to attempt to get a better view of her lurking companion with a gentle squint of her eyes. "It is hard to see your face from this distance, why don't you come a little closer? I won't hurt you. Within this small world across my blanket, you'll feel the intensity of the icy gaze disperse into a warm tranquility. It is bitter and cold out in that air, why not warm yourself up within?"

    Vivian would make no sudden movements but she did take a few steps back with a beckoning finger towards the person as she once more relaxed and stretched out her legs across her blanket. The candle's flame would flicker every so often, but they were now bound with magical properties. A simple gust of wind would not have power to douse out the passion burned into them.

    Smiling still with her mauve lips, the woman beckoned towards the person once more, with her hand this time as a gesture instead of just her finger, "If you are feeling anxious, my name is Vivian Cruz, and you have nothing to worry about in this little sanctuary. The red candles are not for anger or hate, but for passion and power. I'm not doing that kind of ritual tonight." she said with a bemused laughter, "Come! Sit. I would enjoy the company~"
     
  4. Listening to the sound of the voice of the woman on the blanket, the sounds twinkled through the air, the voice of an enchanting sorceress. "I saw enough to where it stirred within myself feelings of power and pleasure. Your own offering being of magnificent volumes. You gather a slight twist of my own admiration for your devotion." Remaining unknown was always Aurelia's forte. Staying hidden in the dead of night, was how most found her. Hiding the fact of her small height, rather small chest, and twin pairs of small elf ears. A faerin at best. A faerin that was no servant of any humanly master. Tied by bonds that were beyond their own control. Bound by the reigns of the demons in the world. The very reigns that she would grasp control over.

    "It is not a matter of whether or not one might hurt me, but a matter of whether or not that person is worthy to see who I really am." For sure, she had made the mistake once before, of not hiding herself in her cloak. It had ended badly, with someone having underestimated her, due to her height and childish looks.

    Watching as the woman beckoned her closer.. Closer to the sight of the flickering candles held by the bonds of immortal hands, allowing not a single thing to disperse the warmth or light from where their own arms could reach forth and touch. Taking a step closer to the light, Aurelia watched as the woman once again called her forward. This time with her hand. The name being thus revealed, Vivian Cruz... The name set forth a bitter yet passionate taste on the girl's tongue as she played around with it, not uttering a sound.

    "Passion, Power, Anger, Hate. I assume you serve the goddess, Ahra? Due to the thorny black rose tattoo set upon your leg along with the rituals you take part in." Taking her given invitation to join her. Might as well. It is not like I have anything more to do...

    "I am indeed a daughter of darkness, yet I do not officially serve one of the magnificent gods of the Tora. I merely humbly appeal to them." The hood of the cloak still covered her face, Aurelia specifically decided that this woman should see the full features of the girl whom she had invited to join her, in the dead of night. Having cancelled all of her magic before her first few steps, Aurelia now revealed the pale skin of her hand. Opening her equipped section, tapping at the cloak that had been equipped. It evaporated into pixels as it entered her inventory in a different manner. The girl now completely revealed to Vivian.

    "In this world I go by the name of Aurelia." The pale skin of her hand was seemingly evident across her whole body. A small black tiara sat upon the girl's head. With three ice-colored jewels sitting upon the girl's hair. The exact hair the color of white threaded snow was pulled into two ponytails. The ends of the hair seeming to surpass the height in which the tip of the head and the edge of the knee resided. The ends of the hair had a pair of golden rings. Each one seeming to float around the hair. The girl's attire consisted of rather adorning clothes. Revealing her slightly small chest, yet in such a way that it seemed seductive. (Man, just gotta look at the picture. I do not do the justice of describing her..)
     
  5. Her complexion brightened with her smile as Vivian watched the girl, now welcomed to her domain, reveal her true identity. Vivian sat up straighter, cute smile on her face, the three studded piercings aligned along the bottom of her lip as she gently bit down on the mauve flesh. Her azure eyes cradled softness in her gaze as she looked up at the woman and stood up. Much shorter than herself, the busty woman found her to be adorable with that frosty gaze.

    "You are delicious, Aurelia. It is a pleasure to meet such a woman such as yourself." She would use the term woman instead of girl. Even if she looked child like, the Faerin race was much more than a mere object of size. Vivian then did what little found her to do, she lifted off her pointy hat and bowed her head in respect to the Faerin.

    "Please, come join me and sit. I would not have us stand with idle chatter. Not when I can play with your lovely long hair?" It was precious to her, how character models could look so unique from one another. The observer of Ahra sat back down on the blanket. She would muse over what Aurelia said about her serving the Goddess Ahra.

    "I suppose the tattoo is a bit gauche, but I am a lover of all things such as body modifications and ink." She would say as her soft hands glided along the curve of the tattoo on her thigh. With an unending smile that stretched, the woman felt curious like a black cat as her deep gaze looked over the Faerin's body.

    White creamy skin enhanced the details of the contrasting icy eyes, the long flowing silky white of gold hair and those adorable trinkets adorned to her. A woman did not need to have a busty chest or a completely revealing body to be enticing. If she knew how to work her charms and her words, a woman could have anything she pleased.

    With fingers tapping over the edge of her tattoo and thigh, the woman spoke up once more. "It is nice to see more Daughters of Darkness out in Tora. But I must inform you, I do not as you say serve Goddess Ahra. Serving sounds more like what a Dog would do for his master. I merely give respect with offering to honor the Goddess. For her to breathe through me and me through the world around. I offer my body as a temple for her, for myself, and my passion and my lust. Although..." the woman's smile curved a bit more, a hooded gaze as she shifted her leg one over the other, "I can't say I don't enjoy it for myself. I believe Ahra to be a rather selfish Goddess. Therefore, I simply act as I would to service myself."

    Vivian perhaps should have asked permission, but she ended up rolling her fingers through the lace feeling of the snow white hair of the fair maiden before her. With her fingers weaving through the heathery tresses, she would simply smooth the strands with another hand and breathe in the enchanting scent she got from it. Her eyes showed an elated expression along with the sharpness of her smile as it curved.

    "Well, Honey. You appeal to me. Since we are both Daughters of Darkness, how about we have a small toast for our...Sisterly Bond, hm?" Vivian lifted her palm and went through the motion of a few strokes to call forth a small bottle of red wine. Vivian sat up and uncorked the aromatic wine to allow it to breathe openly. She would set the bottle down between her legs as she called forth a single ornate goblet. Filling it half way, the woman corked the bottle and placed it beside her and then extended her hand and the goblet out to the young woman.

    "In offering to Goddess Ahra, the Tora, and of course ourselves. So that we may swim in the rivers of their passion and their power to the ends of our goals and forever more."
     
  6. Watching semi-cautiously as the woman scanned her own body up and down, Aurelia stared back, examining the woman. She had three piercings underneath her set of mauve lips. Her hat was removed from her luxurious deep violet hair, tipping lightly, Vivian seemed to bow her head to Aurelia. A gesture, that Aurelia received without much thought. The hat was then returned to the girl's head as Aurelia watched with silent icy eyes. The flames certainly were as Vivian had spoken of. Warm.. passionate...

    Being addressed by the girl left a feeling deep inside Aurelia, yet she did not let it surface as her real body would have. Aurelia is much different in that aspect. I must keep on my own personality of Aurelia. Do not succumb to the likes of Ashley. Do not become so lowly. Here, you will rise up and become a better person. Gently resting one hand behind her, in hopes to keep herself propped up as her other hand rested on her upper thigh, the twinkling rings that adorned her fingers gleamed off the light of the candles.

    "Tattoos are rather fine by me. It looks rather.. exquisite.. Charming even upon your bare skin." Looking at the tattoo, Aurelia studied it. The mark of Ahra, of passionate lust. "The rose rather suits you. Your complexion. A statement of your selfish passion, your own lustful pleasure. To those who know the mark of Ahra, know not to take you as a fool." Her pale white skin, shifting ever so lightly as the gaze of Aurelia moved from Vivian's thigh to Vivian's face.

    "In every world there are dogs that serve higher beings, until we truly prove ourselves to the gods and goddesses of darkness, we are but tools to them. Through views like your own, we may move beyond the position of dogs and into the position of true followers of darkness." Listening to the fact that Vivian enjoyed serving Ahra, Aurelia let out a wicked smile of sorts, "Sounds.. exhilarating."

    The fingers of the other, seemed to find their way to the hair the icy demon. The softness and coolness that seemed to envelope the other being (Aurelia) sifting to reach out to Vivian's own fingers. Aurelia's own eyes closed lightly at the feeling of her hair being thoroughly violated.

    The sounds of wine splashing through the ornate goblet voiced over the sound of the silent night and flickering flames. Releasing her own leg from her hands, Aurelia gently reached out, her hand extended to grab hold of the goblet before her. Sipping ever so quietly and smoothly before handing it back to Vivian. "May we allow the darkness engulfed in passion and power surge through us both, May we pay our respects to Ahra, the Tora.. Granting our wishes and goals forevermore."
     
  7. A simple smile drawn to her face as Vivian received the goblet back from the other female. Despite her icy look, she was warm and enticing. Much of he followers of darkness were too self absorbed in their brooding or am edgy lifestyle. Vivian too would have fallen prey to such paths had it not been the gracious hand of her current lover, Lucia.

    Perhaps on this night of nights, Vivian would expunge such childish antics of brooding darkness and perhaps guide this woman in her favor? Supple mauve lips tasted the fine wine from the goblet. She would swish the beverage around in the cup as she looked into the frosty eyes of the ice maiden near her. With a soft, mature giggle, Vivian curled her knees to sit upon them.

    "Would you be opposed to doing an experiment with me? You see, I have done rituals before but not to the extent with another person. Well..." Vivian curled the violet hair behind her ear as she looked into the gaze of her passionate companion. "There was one, but he... Well, he didn't realize what he was doing with me." Vivian laughed, brushing her lips with her finger as she straightened up as if having a girl to girl talk.

    "He only believed he was in it for the sex. But I was actually priming his sexual energy for use later as an offering. What I got out of him was his ejaculation. The seed of an innocent man. But I am getting slightly off point here."

    Vivian had let the goblet sit between the two of them, should Aurelia feel like another sip, she was more than welcome to it. Relaxing on her butt on the blanket once more, Vivian turned her leg over and her hand rolled over the shimmering strands of white hair with her fingers and hand once more, combing through the tresses. She wouldnlean in just a little closer, "Are you familiar with malefimancy as well? If you are perhaps we can both make an offering tonight in a mutual ritual of passion and power?" Her words were hinting and tone was brazzen with sensuality, if the woman would give into Vivian, perhaps she could make another offering to Ahra this evening.

    Nearing closer, Vivian's hand would move to Aurelia's cheek and stroke the pale flesh with a tender glide with the back of her hand. Her face drew near, her lip bitten from her teeth as she go closer and closer to the cold woman. There was hot breath emitting from her open mouth as her eyes flickered with violet energy.

    In a soft, whispering tone, "Let us melt these candles down this evening and let our passion and lust burn all night in their place..." Her mauve lips were so close tender flesh, a hand had fallen upon Aurelia's thigh as she dragged her nails across it lightly.
     
  8. The offering to the gods. That was what Vivian seemingly wanted. Aurelia watched with silent eyes as Vivian began to thus stroke her cheek before wandering it down to her thigh. Her nails dragging across the bare skin that was revealed to the naked eye. The warmth that Vivian provided, endless. The violet energy bounded from one corner of the carpet to another. Allowing the candle flames to flicker as if they and found pleasure in the energy that proceeded to unceasingly come from Vivian on her blanket of safety.

    The mind of Aurelia seemed to draw itself in, remembering the words quite well. Echoing them. "There was one, but he... Well, he didn't realize what he was doing with me." Aurelia stared straight into Vivian's eyes that were nearing her own. "May we combine our passion to create the offering most suited for the goddess, Ahra. Along with the rest of the Tora. I know what I will be doing, may our terms not end on the same note his did. For if they had ended on a good note, you would not speak of him as you have." Aurelia knew what she was invited for at that moment. Not merely as a form of entertainment but another part of the ritual that would melt candles. That would serve as the essentials for the offering that was about to take place.

    Aurelia allowed Vivian to draw closer. Her own body drawing closer to Vivian, for the mounds of passion, and lustful energy the two would draw up together for the offering that was taking place. The feeling of the hot breath cascading around Aurelia's ear, let her know that Vivian's lips were nearly brushing against her ear. Aurelia in turn tilted her head slightly. Her own eyes facing Vivian's. Her head pulled away ever so lightly, allowing Vivian to take control of what would happen next.
     
  9. Nails made their way over the pale scalp of the frosty themed woman. Vivian's lips would curve into a sharp smile, the mauve flesh would then move down to Aurelia's neck as the moist flesh would find taste other than the wine upon her neck. There was a slow nibble with her teeth, her hands had become hungry as theycurved around the supple, young flesh of the female's bosom. Where her lips had left off was where her tongue continued.

    Vivian was engulfed in a heated and passionate aura as the flames of the red candles flickered inward towards the center of the ritual blanket. Her azure eyes moved as she bit down on her lip, her fingers curled and rubbed against Aurelia's mouth and lips. Moving softly with her knees, Vivian danced behind the girl and raked her nails down her back ever so softly. She opened her palm menu and started to shimmer in pieces of light as the material of her clothing started to disappear one after another.

    She was now mostly nude save the pieces of panties and a small flowing black robe wrapped loose around her frame. The witch leaned into Aurelia so much so she could feel the perk oif her breasts. "Are you shy? You don't seem to be. Mind if I start to undress you a bit?" Her words were hot breathy tones of both excitement and lust. They carried the maturity of her voice along with her nails raking across the cool touch of the woman's thigh.

    A hand would move as it wrapped around the young woman's waist. She would speak hot words from her lust ritual as she would tongue Aurelia's ear and sweep it over her lips. The cool touch of her metal piercings would drag with her lips until her face was alined with Vivian's. Her tongue slithered like a snake as she would gently invade cold lips with her moist muave flesh. Into her mouth it went, curling and twisting as Vivian's hand sank between her thigh's and began to softly stroke her.

    The kiss broken, the lusting purple haired woman turned Aurelia around and slowly pushed her down into the fabric of the ritual blanket. The red candles burned and the flames flickered insanely, but not from the wind, but from the energy that flowed between them. Only strangers, a first time meet, but a willing participant and how far would she be willing to go?

    Vivian leaned over the girl, her hooded gaze cast down as her nail slipped between her cleavage and glided down to her belly. "So soft and despite your icy demeanor, you are rather warm to the touch. Have you been with another women before? If this is you first time, I'll be very gentle or if you prefer...a tad bit rough." The words she used equalled her actions, as she gave Aurelia's thigh an aggressive slap. Enough to cause a sound in the distance.