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Sat Jul 14, 2018 2:58 pm

The Quincy Prodigy

Sofia Montero

Song: N/a STUFF - Artist: N/A STUFF - Words: N/A

For the first time in forever it felt as though she could finally communicate with her friend as she had always wanted. They had seen and understood each other’s point, and that was already a point of victory worthy of praise. However, Sofia wasn’t ready for the sort of news that had been dropped on her all of a sudden. And while anguish and anger did overtake the girl for a few moments, she didn’t fear; not that much. While many Quincy did not live to be that long, that age came more naturally to those with great power. Beings like Yhwach had shown to be capable of living for well beyond her years. Nozomi, though an abomination in Sofia’s eyes had managed to extend her life to quite unbelievable lengths. Even Luna, the proud original Sternritter with whom Sofia had met, had a youthful and healthy look despite the age that rivaled Niflheim. There was a cure out there for whatever ailed her, she just needed to push on and live, for she certainly had another millennium in her, at least.

Still, as the hug transpired, the prodigy was pleasantly surprised with how her partner reacted, and by how she didn’t. The hand on her lower back had been more accidental than anything else, but the way the elect moved on was nothing but it. With that motion, the young woman had her hand right on her friend’s butt, feeling it and gripping it. It was an odd sensation, and one that she certainly had not anticipated. But the notion did nothing to make her stop or pull back. Instead, it simply made her enjoy the moment and thrive in it, like adding fuel to a fire.

“We will find a way. We will. But I believe your will to live and the answer to your plight lives within you, and in the energy, you radiate. Watch us grow; watch me grow.”

Her words were laced with truth and deep emotions, just as her partner’s had. However, both her words and her thoughts were quickly silenced by something she couldn’t have expected. Doing the unthinkable, Niflheim had reached in, and responded to the peck on her cheeks by plating a kiss on Sofia’s lips. Everything had happened to quickly, and the girl wasn’t sure what caused what. Maybe it was the touch of the hand, or perhaps the talk they became invested in. Either way, her next actions were swift and devoid of any rational thought but the one fueled by fun and lust. It could have been easy to blame Sofia’s actions on the stigma from the seal that was no more. Though perhaps none of it was anyone’s fault but rather the reflection of her own inhibited desires.

As soon as the quick kiss on her lips transpired, it was her turn. Turning the elect, Sofia would shove her up and against one of the walls of the tall rocky tower. Her hand continued to grope her rear, spreading her cheeks apart in the most sensual of manners. Her knee had managed to find the space between the elect’s thighs and push, placing her own thigh between them. It of course had the effect of bringing the supple flesh of her thick thighs right up and against the womanhood of her partner. Even her lips would reciprocate the previous action by kissing her though in a manner not seen between them just yet. The kiss was forceful and passionate, and it lasted far longer than the first. It made Sofia bite down gently on Niflheim’s lower lip and pull. And during its several minutes of transition, there were even times when she took the moment to capture the elect’s tongue with her lips, sucking on it to savour the moment that could be fleeting and rather rare.

Coding By: [THEFROST]

Sat Jul 14, 2018 9:13 pm

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ENTER THE DEPTHS

Artist: N/A - Song: N/A - Word Count: 963

Niflheim was not the best when it came to emotions like this. However when she was submerged in the moment that she had decided to kiss sofia, the soft and supple sensation of her pump and pillowy lips pressed right up against her own--she felt somehow as if something inside her clicked into place. It wasn’t “love at first sight” because niflheim certainly didn’t believe in such garbage as that, however her heart was hammering inside her chest, each beat of it causing a pounding within her ears, her breath though faint was marginally uneven--it was obvious that she was feeling the heat of what had transpired within them . Niflheim had just held her there, between her palms her mouth gently placed against sofia’s in a moment of passion, a moment of . . something that niflheim couldn’t put under some sort of label, or some sort of category, it wasn’t as clear cut as that.

She had wanted to answer the sentiment that sofia had expressed, of how she could be saved, that there was a manner that they would do it. However, it seemed like there was something different that was to be afoot in this moment. Sofia was rather forceful, and forward in what she thought of niflheim’s ministrations and ended up pinning her against a wall. Rough, untamed, wild, and unintended--all of these words could be used to explain the moment of heat, and tension that had blossomed betwixt the two girls, sofia’s soft lips had already come flush with her own, pressed up against them as the girls warm, and wet muscle had sought to invade niflheim’s mouth. It would prod against her lips before the elects own mouth had parted, her own soft pink tongue moving out to meet sofia’s in the moments of passion that soon followed after the original instance between them.

She was acutely aware of the sensation of sofia’s hand as it assaulted her rear, groping and fondling, taking advantage of niflheims supple, soft flesh, which seemed to elastically conform around sofia’s palm and digits as she continued to use said hand to assault, grope, and feel the elects rear-end up. This action caused the girl to let out a hitched breath, one that was promptly taken advantage of by the younger quincy’s tongue, which had already gained the high ground and begun to assault her with more vigor. It was so heated, the churning of tongues together which was only coupled with the swapping of saliva, and the exchange of hot, heated breaths which billowed from the elects mouth every moment she got between kissing to breathe.

The sensation of sofia’s knee also had jolted nif, causing electric tingles of pleasure to assault her dignified frame as she sought to control her voice. She was being absolutely manhandled by someone over nine hundred years younger than her. How could she allow herself to simply be accosted and taken advantage of so blatantly without giving any form of retaliation? The elect around the time that sofia’s mouth entrapped her lower lip, and then sought to suckle her tongue, would nif counterattack with renewed vigor. The elect’s tongue shifted and slipped into the girls mouth for a moment more, allowing the elect to press sofia’s tongue down, battering it in a show of dominance as a soft, sensual smile curved it’s way into the corner of her lips.

Nif may not have had as much experience as some with her great age, but she certainly wasn’t as daft as her ice-cube persona would lead others to believe. Nif’s hands had naturally trailed from sofia’s jaws, sliding downwards to cup the younger quincy’s rear before she lifted the girl up and held her by her waist, having managed to extricate herself from the looming presence of sofia’s knee to hold her aloft in the air. The elect didn’t do anything fancy, like hold the girl against a wall, or press her against the ground as she sought the confines of sofia’s mouth for another eletric round of kissing. Her breaths heated and heavy, chest heaving as she panted faintly from the sensations that had wracked her with each mounting moment of passion that passed between them.

Her mouth inevitably found sofia’s for another round, her tongue a dancer that sought a partner from sofia’s own. She didn’t know what she wanted from this. Hell, she didn’t even know if what she was doing was a good idea, or if this all would backfire horribly. However, what she did know was for this moment, this racing sensation in her chest, and this unexpected circumstance was important. She didn’t know if it was right that this felt good but she was willing to see where it led, and thus? She continued to kiss, continued to bask in this sensation, under the light of the moon above.

Tue Jul 17, 2018 11:12 am

The Quincy Prodigy

Sofia Montero

Song: N/a STUFF - Artist: N/A STUFF - Words: N/A

The situation had taken a sudden turn of event, and neither of them seemed to be against the way it had unfolded. Granted there was a definite level of surprise in the woman, as Niflheim had not only shown she was proud of her, but also a level of romantic interest. It had displayed itself in the form of hug that traversed into playful touching, groping, and even rather passionate kissing. In mere moments the elect had been pressed against a wall, a hand gripping lovingly at her rear, and a thigh pressed strongly against her most sacred of areas. The two had been kissing for several minutes, exchanging lustful glances, pulling on each other’s lips, and suckling on each other’s tongues. The more they did the more they craved, and the further they went, the further yet they wanted to continue.

“You surprise milady,” said Sofia with a playful grin as she bit her lower lip some, “but it’s a welcomed surprise for sure.”

It was difficult to truly say what had urged the situation on, and what continued to fuel it, but she certainly had some ideas. The Eris Seal was no more. The dark symbol had been destroyed nearly a year ago, and it could no longer claim its powerful effect on her body as it once had. Of course, at the same time, Sofia was a unique being on its own, as there were no records that she knew of anything that had done something like that. Everyone known to possess a seal, willingly or not, had enjoyed its benefits and/or disregarded its disadvantages, and always kept it. And while after all this time Sofia certainly felt difference, there was still the lightest of stigma, like a memory she didn’t forget. That wasn’t to say that it had any real lasting and present effect on her at the moment. But she did maintain a sort of heightened perception that allowed her to do many of the things she truly enjoyed. While not as wild as during the time she possessed it, the Quincy was far less restrained than in her rather younger days.

“I have to admit, this seems like something you were wanting to do for a long time. Was it?”

In an abrupt movement, Sofia was propped up, and brought closer to her partner. This time, the young woman was the one being held, with a hand behind the middle of her back, and another holding and groping at her sizable rear. To keep balanced and avoid falling off, the prodigy had made sure to wrap her legs around Niflheim’s torso, allowing her to keep her head a little higher though still within kissing distance; and that they did. The two would swap passionate kisses, playing and sucking on each other’s tongues for several minutes until a hand was placed on her lover’s shoulder, and pushed back a bit. It wasn’t meant as a definite stop but rather a pause, likely to save the fun for a little later.

The pause would come at a rather opportune time within the recital. The loud and high paced symphonic had taken a sudden change in direction. Instead, it had progressed into a slower, quieter, and more melodic transition. The soft yet beautiful tones were in perfect synchrony with the atmosphere between the too. Having paused the sensual assaults, Sofia simply looked at Niflheim, touching her forehead to hers and smiling.

“The show is about to end,” said Sofia with a loving expression, “let’s watch it together.”

From there the young Quincy would have tried to get on her feet, taken a hold of her lover’s hand, and walked to the edge of the tower. The two would have ideally sat on that edge, maybe pressed against one another, with fingers intertwined in a loving hold. It was true that the recital was soon to come to a close. The beauty that would showcase in its finale was something that needed to be admired in the moment before it finished, and they would. The night itself was still young, and there was no telling what the two would do and where they would go thereafter. To eat, to talk, to sleep, to fuck, to train; either would be a welcomed premise for what was to come, but for now there was music. For now, there was music, and a time to enjoy it.

Coding By: [THEFROST]

Wed Jul 18, 2018 3:45 pm

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ENTER THE DEPTHS

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Just like that, their throes of. . passion of unexpected emotion was changed by the soft gesture sofia had when she pushed upon niflheims shoulder. It had gone from heated kisses, and locked thighs around the former elects waist to this. . moment. She was mortified that she had allowed her emotions to get the better of her to say the least, as evidence from the subtle redness that now graced her face. All the thoughts that she hadn’t thought about prior. Sofia responding “you’ve wanted this for a long time” her actions, the way nif had simply accepted them like it was what she wanted. Everything accumulated in this maelstrom of confusion that had the girl locked in thought. Thought of if this was right, if she could even do this without having negative repercussion.

Yet, as sofia hopped off, intertwining her fingers with nif, pulling her along--she thought that maybe she was overreacting and thus she let the prodigy lead her. Slowly sitting down on the edge of the tower looking down upon the band as it was beginning to play what she assumed was their final piece. The close proximity with sofia, their bodies rested lightly against one another was welcome, not only to alleviate the faint chill that permeated her bones--but because it was comforting,warm,and nice. She didn’t try to stop sofia, or push her away, instead she simply took in the scenes and sights around her.

The music was nice, and as she squeezed Sofia’s hand lightly, taking in the faint qualities of the music, the mood, the mingling party goers below--all of it allowed niflheim to feel a sense of peace and serenity as she listened to the mounting finale of the concert. Her head resting against sofia’s until the last, when the music went from it’s soft whimsical tunes to dead silence. It was only then once the music was done, and the party was beginning to end--people dispersing, that niflheim would do anything different. Her eyes shifting as she rose to her feet.

The passion was. . nice and unexpected however that didn’t stop what niflheim needed to do next. Therefor she didn’t really say much more, there was no need to after all as she let her hand slip from sofia’s and she took a step that let her plummet from the tower to land against the ground. From there she use any fancy skills more movement to vanish, she simply walked across the field until they were about a half mile from the ruins. Only then did niflheim stop and look at sofia, there was more to it the distraught emotions, and possible joy, there was a need to see what sofia’s meddle was truly made of.

Thus the elect had raised her hand and shifted her stance. It was clear that what she wanted right now was to test sofia’s mettle, to see she had the experience to back up the raw power that she had . . . or if it was simply for show.

Sun Jul 29, 2018 1:10 pm

The Melody

Artist: Carrotwine - Song: Dark Side Of The Road

Perhaps it was how strange and unexpected it all had been, or the sheer taboo vibe she got from the entire situation, but she liked it. Still, it had been a wise choice to let her better judgement come out on top in a situation where untamed hedonism could have claimed their nights in a rather frantic and primal of ways. For as fun as it was to let her mind run about what could’ve happened, there were far more pressing matters they needed to tend to. But, for the time being the two sat, listening to the finale of the orchestra on the edge of that tower.

The two were sitting right next to each other, leaning, pressing lightly even against one another. Given the circumstances that had preceded, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when one of Sofia’s free hands snaked its way just below Niflheim waist. It slipped and pulled her in tighter, making no attempts to conceal its downward slope into a grope with an intent that was as full of sass as her hand was full of ass. What would actually be surprising however was a lone piece of toasted garlic bread, floating from dining areas below, and higher towards their location. Probably the result of Sofia’s Melody using what she dubbed the force to pull on the item to bring it to them. Of course it also happened to create a subtle but welcoming tune that matched the moment just right. Atop the piece of bread, a fresh and cool slice of mozzarella cheese laid neatly. With a grin, Sofia would nudge her, allowing the item to float closer to her friend’s mouth so she could take a bite. If there was any left, Sofia would allow it to hover closer to hers so she could finish it off.

Once the two had finish, and with them the music, their time staying idle and thinking of pleasantries of the flesh would come to a pause. The elect had stepped up and raced down an away, not to lose her but rather to lead her somewhere. And while Sofia couldn’t tell for certain what it was her friend was planning, she had a pretty good hunch as to what it could be. Without delay, the Quincy would chase after her, staying no more than five feet away at any given time. They would speed past the dying sounds of music and past the people who congratulated the musicians on a great performance. They sped past the happy faces that left the area as their night finished, while the two of them went somewhere to essentially begin theirs.

After a while of running at very high speeds, the two had reached a location that was roughly 20-30 miles away from the closest town. When Niflheim took her stance it finally became clear to the girl; she wanted to test her and have fun. The realization brought a smile to Sofia, as that was something she had wanted to do ever since becoming powerful enough to warrant it. Granted, this wasn’t a battle for superiority, or a battle to the death, or even one to settle anything. Sometimes a spar was among the ways people could understand each other best. Words certainly helped, but special people needed special methods, and this one suited Sofia just fine. It was still up in the air whether the spar would focus on a certain area of combat or whether it would be a free for all. If she had to guess, it would revolve around the control over reishi since it was both Niflheim and Sofia’s specialty.

“Ready when you are,” said Sofia taking a step forth and lining her hands towards her friend’s direction. “Let us begin.”