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The Slave Queen [Roselia || Inv] Dec 1, 2015 14:22:30 GMT

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Steal,Kill and Destroy

Shadows, they permeated his mind, drifting in and out of visibility like a faulty camera lens, sometimes swirling, other times circling, other times their movement was completely untraceable. Teasingly they drew closer, tickling his skin with their non essence before seemingly coming together to form a formless mass of darkness before him, out of this abyssal mass stretched out a feminine hand, the limb extending with an eerie grace towards his face as it caressed his cheek with its crimson nails, its touch was cold yet strangely gentle lulling him towards it as fingers twirled under his chin, drawing him closer to the darkness.

As he drew closer to the mass of shadows a face emerged from the darkness...her face. . . .her crimson lips whispering words that he could not hear and did not care to, her eyes hypnotic, her skin soft and supple. A second hand formed as he got closer, wrapping around him in a sensuous, amorous embrace, her lips planted softly on his neck sending a chilling sensation through his very being, slowly she pulled him into the darkness and he followed, like a sheep to the slaughter, he could not resist, he would not, she could drag him to the very depths of hell and he would follow, he was hers and only hers. In an instant her grip tightened to one of steel and in that fleeting moment, the shadows consumed them ...--

Golden eyes awoke with a start, as the titans upper body rose up with a ferocity akin to waking from a nightmare, the bones around him that he had chosen to be his bed sliding off his large, muscular frame with a gravelly groan. Initially tense at first his reiatsu flooded out before him, sensing nothing nearby he allowed himself to relax, lifting a large hand to his face he cushioned the side of his face with a palm.

Even in my dreams, you haunt me

The witch that had plagued him ever since he stumbled across her gardens, the monster that took the form of one so. . . . appealing, how could something so grotesque form the pinnacle of his desires, he had exposed her once before, seen what truly lay underneath her moonlight skin and her crimson lips, but rather than repel it had only pulled him closer, her scent was the most aggravating, it lingered on his nostrils like a foul odor and yet he could not get enough of it. She was a monster just like he was, they all were, for this was the desert of abominations and miscreations, and yet she stood out from amongst the rest, choosing to take beauty over monstrosity, and it angered him no end for he could not fight her, nor himself from wanting her. Dead or beside him, preferably the former for she could not be tamed. . . .

Pushing those thoughts from his mind he lay down upon his hearth of bones, eyes gazing at the moonlit sky above him, his breathing was unusually ragged and strangely enough his human form had grown aroused, was what he experienced really a nightmare or a wet dream?, it was hard to tell, this form was unusual compared to his previous ones, but it responded in kind to his feelings and he grew moreso irked at acknowledging that she indeed turned him on, his hands clenched silently willing himself to calm down.

What I'd do to you. . . .

He grumbled at the starry sky, what indeed, his eyes drooped once again and it seemed that sleep would once again take him before he felt the presence of something approaching and an all to familiar scent jarred him from slumber. . . . surely it couldn't be? for a moment he remained motionless, as if awaiting to wake up once more, the moon continued to hang in the sky and the presence as well as the scent grew stronger, his teeth grit and his body tensed up again, a mixture of irritation and lust. Whatever it was that he had felt, it was drawing closer, and though her scent could be replicated by any being on this desert, he had an inkling that this was far from the case.

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The Slave Queen [Roselia || Inv] Dec 2, 2015 5:17:51 GMT

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Whatever it was that he smelt hadn't been drawing nearer, he had been approaching it. Without moving from his lavish cushion, the surrounding began drifting pass him. The pull of a scent, the allure of an unanswered question. The force tugging at his mind and body was strong. Powerful enough to go unnoticed until he was well on his way.

The white sands beneath him became dotted with color. First specs of green, then reds, then yellows. Any attention to these colors revealed them as flowers. A little longer and he found himself in a garden. It would become eerily familiar to him. Everywhere he looked, he'd see traces of her, and her fragrance became more potent.

"Have you missed me?" A voice called to him from deeper within the garden. "I am here. Come, join me."

In the direction of the voice was a hedge maze. There was no telling how many twists and turns, paths with dead ends, and possible dangers laid around the corners. However, if any answers were to be had, there was only one choice to make.

"Please, don't keep me waiting. There is so much I want to do to you." The voice exuded lust.

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The Slave Queen [Roselia || Inv] Dec 2, 2015 15:23:33 GMT

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Steal,Kill and Destroy

Had he really smelled her? was the scent that lingered in the air really hers? or was his obsession so deep that his mind had finally begun to attune to it? Impossible he was madness incarnate, the ashen titan of hueco mundo, he held no fear, he was untameable, indomitable, he could not obsess, and yet somehow he could be swayed by the feminine physique. . . no he had killed, many times before this, indiscriminately male, female, inbetween and otherwise he had killed, so what made her so special?

The tickling of shrubbery neath his furry body pulled him from his thoughts as flowers of multiple colors rose from the sands around him, almost like. . . . a garden. He inhaled sharply and rose from his graveyard sleeping spot, his giant form standing out in the moonlight as the greenery continued to encompass him, there was no mistaking it this time, this was her doing. A mixture of joy and anger befuddled his circulatory systems as hormonal chemicals flooded his being, he was unable to control it and so surpressed it as best he could with irritation and ranger.

Have you missed me?, I am here. Come Join me

The air hung heavy with her luscious scent, like the smell of a sweet lillies, teasing his nostrils.

Dont toy with me Witch, I play no games. Show yourself

His call to her unanswered, as usual she ignored his demands, only her will would be done, hers alone, she bent to know one, belonged to no one, served no one, instead enslaving all with her manner and form. A maze of green rose from the sand before him, as large and intimidating as he, again her voice would ring out.

Please,don't keep me waiting. There is so much I want to do to you. . .

The tones heavy with lust, their hypnotic tone lulling him forward, something inside him snapped, he couldn't tell what, lust blurring his vision as he lumbered forward towards the maze, like her little soldier he was under her control, doing as she asked without even considering, approaching the first turn he let his nose guide him, though this quickly turned out to be a venture in vanity for the entire place reeked of her. Instead he let his reiatsu expand from himself, letting it guide him towards where he knew she would be. Turning one corner, then another, he sensed her reiatsu growing stronger. He was getting somewhere, at least he thought he was, images of her sprawled out before him like a prize waiting to be taken filled his mind, urging him forward with anewed vigour.

I do as I please, witch, should I desire I could destroy this garden as I did before, but I will indulge you for now. . .

He would find her, even if it killed him.

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The Slave Queen [Roselia || Inv] Dec 3, 2015 6:32:17 GMT

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"You do as you please," the voice was still lustful, but now mocked him. "You wish to do me. You desire me."

The voice didn't continue with its taunting. Tyrannus wasn't as dense as he appeared. He'd be able to finish the taunt on his own. He hadn't best Roselia in any way. The struggle they went through solidified her place above him. It solidified that she was a queen, and he was her slave. He belonged to her, and try as he might, there was no end to that relationship in sight. Just as there was no end to the maze in sight.

As he turned down a corridor with a dead end, his new struggle was rewarded. At the very end, Roselia herself stood with her back turned to him. She glanced over her shoulder, beckoning him to her without a word. Try as he might to reach her, the corridor lengthened endlessly. Just as he came within arms reach of her, she burst into a cloud of rose petals. They swirled around him, wrapping him in a vortex, blinding him to what was around him.

"Confess your desire to me."

The petals fell, leaving him standing in darkness. Each petal fell in a line, a path guiding him through the darkness he'd been engulfed in.

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The Slave Queen [Roselia || Inv] Dec 3, 2015 14:56:54 GMT

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You do as you please. . . .

More assertive than suggestive, the very statement sounded like a command, she toyed with him, allowed him his little sense of authority. . . .

You wish to do me. You desire me

. . . .before taking it away again, there was no deceit in her words, there could be none for this was simply yet another command, desire was her weapon and she used it as effectively as any hollow used fear and terror to that effect, he could do little to resist, the very words themselves like sensuous foreplay, his body trembling with excitement, try as he might to control himself, regain some measure of self control, he only found himself sinking deeping into the quagmire of his own wants. . . .no his needs.

His mind had deserted him, no longer traversing the maze in the calculated manner he simply traversed each turn to wherever it would take him, as lost as any would be, the maze consumed him with its dense shrubbery and vegetation, the smell of her wafting almost sweetly through the maze itself, it toyed with him, tormented him, mocked him, and yet he could nothing but keep on going. Pride, Respect, Dominance, all these mattered little in the face of his growing lust.

As he turned another corner his eyes caught glimpse of something, the skin shone in the moonlight, no rather they put the moon's own light to shame, the body voluptuous and teasing, the curves scintillating if not completely enthralling, drawing . . . .no commanding his gaze for what seemed like an eternity. Her head, which was faced away from him , turned slightly and with the gaze of pure lust washed over his entire being with the force of a tsunami, without so much as a hesitant thought he approached, his once towering stride crippled to the lumbering of a zombie, he was almost certain that he was covering some ground yet no matter how many steps he took she lingered just beyond reach.

You cannot linger beyond my reach forever. . .

The usual accompaniment of witch had fallen from his vocabulary, the garden itself seemed to sense his weakening mind and rewarded him as he finally drew nigh enough to touch her, reaching out a trunk like arm to touch what he was certain was her, she crumbled before his fingertips, becoming petals that vortexed his being, he was rendered completely immobile, so immobile that had she desired she could have consumed him there and then.

But no that was not her way, she already had him where she wanted him, and to her that was greater than any hollow she might have consumed.

Confess your desire to me

With her words came a sweeping darkness as the petals fell into what seemed like a trail before him, mobility once again returning to his being.

I . . . .

The words were shaky as lust fought reason and pride, he knew exactly what confessing meant, what it entailed, that was the game she played, she would reward him for his obedience but he would lose himself completely, the ashen titan would be made a pet to the whims of one much fairer than he was. He tried to force a step forward in the direction the petals seemed to lead but his body resisted him, only when he confessed would he be allowed the courtesy of complete movement. He cursed inwardly, had desire taken such a strong root within himself that it crippled his very being?

. . .confess only an unwavering lust that drives me to deeper madness

For a moment he caught himself, this would be the manner of their foreplay, she would bring him close to the edge before he caught himself and they would begin again.

To be desired you have to be. . . .desirable

He smiled, certain that he had chalked up only a temporary victory, for this was indeed a losing battle and his words did not truly reflect his intentions, desire was by far an understatement for what he felt, yet for a moment he was able to move again and he did so in the direction the petals lead. He had come close, but she should know by now that it would take more than that to break him, he knew her assault would not abate, for who could deny the queen her desires.

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The Slave Queen [Roselia || Inv] Dec 4, 2015 0:10:12 GMT

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As he answered, images of his past appeared to either side. After passing each, another appeared in the darkness. It wasn't random, though their order appeared very much so. These images were of his time with Roselia, reminding him of just what he desired. The first of the images showcased how such a small woman could handle the giant with ease. She was able to lay him to his back, climb atop him, and keep him there no matter how he bucked. More images furthered this scene, displaying the ecstasy on her face, as well as his.

"I am desirable," her tone unchanged. "You desire me. You need me."

More and more images showed their time together. How he attempted to bend her knee to him, only to find that she was able to bring him down first. This time it should his frustration, reminding him that he fought against her before, and found himself unable to win in the end. He found pleasure in his failure, and came to desire his defeat.

"Confess to me. Confess," her voice echoed. "Bring me your confession. You are mine and I am yours." The mine and yours echoed. "You only need to confess." Confess echoed again.

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The Slave Queen [Roselia || Inv] Dec 4, 2015 6:14:49 GMT

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The darkness showed him things, things he did not wish to see or remember, his humiliation at her hands and how he enjoyed it, like a pawn on her chessboard he bent to her will, it pleased and enraged him simultaneously, she focused on the ecstasy they shared, no doubt her assault was strong and he could feel himself slipping deeper into madness, it was almost futile to fight and yet he could not give in, to give in would be to surrender more than just his pride. . . he would surrender himself completely, nothing less would suffice, such was the cost the queen demanded.

When did I begin to call her the queen?

It seemed like he had referred to her by that title for an eternity, yet the name seemed so new, was this slavery? was this what it felt like to submit to something greater than yourself, a shiver ran down his spine at the thought, there was no way it could like this, not with her and yet the very images he saw in the darkness betrayed his very thoughts themselves.

You desire me. You need me

I . . . desire you. I . . . need you

They came slowly and hesitantly, spoken as though in a trance, he might as well have been, he had reached the point of no return and knew not what lay on the other side, she was queen. . . only she, he desired nothing but her, to do nothing but her will and her will alone, he found himself thinking he would die for her should she command it, the thought a mixture of surreal and yet there was some truth to it, a truth he had tried to but could no longer deny, from the moment he had stepped in her gardens, he was her plaything, her tool to use as and when she wished.

A strange feeling of contentment washed over him as the words rolled off his lips

So. . . .this is what it feels like. . . . to be enslaved

His steps grew slightly sluggish and more robotic as he continued to walk past the repeating images, each one unlocking a hinge in his mind.

Confess to me, Confess

The darkness uttered, its command ringing through his mind.

I will not. . .

He stared into the darkness, with piercing golden eyes and a silence lingered for but a moment.

Bring me your confession, you are mine and I am yours

If that is so, then you would not have me confess to an illusion. . . .

You need only confess

You want my confession, show yourself, let your skin ghost mine and take me to yourself, my queen. . . .

There it was again. . . that word, so odd yet. . . so befitting.

Give me what I want and I shall return the favor in kind.

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The Slave Queen [Roselia || Inv] Dec 4, 2015 10:21:06 GMT

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Wandering aimlessly through the desert of death, Roselia sensed the familiar reiatsu. She froze, a chill running down her spine. Like the pheromones of animals, reiatsu was unique to that of the individual. When exposed to high amounts of it, or for a long period of time, it could imprint on a person. He left his mark on her as she surely did him.

"You..."

She wasn't herself, but only for a moment. She showed excitement to find a person from her past. The questions of a teen girl thinking about her crush swirled around her head. If he could see her then, he wouldn't have let her live it down. Her desire exposed. She was vulnerable for any advance. In that moment, she was less than a queen. She reeled in her weakness and headed in his direction.

She found him before long, Tyrannus. Like the buffoon he was, he lounged around on a bed of bones without a care. No doubt his fallen victims. How he managed to kill and retain their bones was beyond her, but it did confirm he was much the same person as before he disappeared. Carefully, she climbed atop his bed, lifting his head to her lap. Her excitement barely contained, she eagerly awaited his eyes to open.

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The Slave Queen [Roselia || Inv] Dec 4, 2015 15:45:33 GMT

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In that very moment his eyes opened, the illusion before him but s fleeting dream that ghosted his mind, returning to the recesses of his thoughts. The moonlight bearing down on him from above, its exposing light shone down on him. In that moment he felt weak, vulnerable. . . .

Weak. . . vulnerable, feelings long gone since his evolution, feelings he'd seen in the faces of those he'd killed, feelings he'd mocked and enjoyed as he took life. For a moment he did not notice the soft cushion of skin upon which his head lay, his eyes took only a moment to focus on the face that gazed back at him, whose skin put the moon to shame and whose lips put blood to envy, his own golden gaze locked onto hers, the excitement and tension almost tangible, suddenness jolted through his being and he would have leapt out had reason not taken over. Had she wanted to kill him she woul simply have done so as he had no idea how long he had laid on her lap for.

Instead he simply froze ,his eyes never leaving hers, how much had he said? how much did she hear? if what he had experienced was indeed a dream then she would have been unaware of what had transpired but at the same time he woke up just as he mentioned that he wanted to touch her. He was a stranger to emotion, to feeling, it had no place in the desert, he was a killer, he enjoyed killing, he enjoyed asserting dominance, to show others the depths of his madness and watch the fear in their eyes as he dispatched them to the void. He felt nothing.

Which was why it was even harder to respond to this situation, he didn't know how, his body pulsed with adrenaline fueled hormones and he grew rapidly aroused. For the first time since they had first met it did not enrage him, he accepted it, she had this effect on him, she always had and she always would, and he would be hers so long as she had use for him, that was enough. It would always be enough.

Never leave my si. . .never let me leave your side, my queen.

His gaze unwavering, he wasn't one for affection opting to simply lay in her lap, it was all he could do for now, what he'd seen wasn't a dream, she was here before him, her skin ghosting his. They had given him what he wanted. . . .

I want. . . .desire you. . . you and you alone

He would return the favor in kind.

I am yours to with as you please, now and forever.

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The Slave Queen [Roselia || Inv] Dec 5, 2015 8:57:15 GMT

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When his eyes opened, Roselia was disappointed in what she saw. They were still the same golden eyes she stared into, but they lacked any sign of his anger. That fire that drew her to him, the hatred he had masking his longing. No, everything was all wrong. This was not what she wanted in the least.

"Never..."

She was confused, bewildered. It was him. She knew it was him, yet what she saw in his eyes said otherwise. What happened. Did he change? No, he was as unchanging as the desert they inhabited. He was too strong to bend to anyone's will, especially her's. Did her memory of him give her higher expectations?

"Your queen. You give yourself to me?"

Tyrannus wrapped himself around her finger without her own doing. He willingly threw himself at her mercy. It was wrong. She wanted these responses from him no doubt, but she didn't want "these" responses from him. What even were these responses? Was he playing a game? It must have been that. She caught him off guard, this was his way of trying to get back at her. However, she couldn't break him or make him fight back. When all her efforts failed, she broke, begging him to bring back the old him.

"I DON'T WANT THIS!"

She shot upright, waking from her nightmare. Her eyes shifted around her garden, her reiatsu spreading in search of him. She was still alone, all alone. It wasn't real...

"Hmm." Her fingers drifted lazily through the petals of her children. She let out a deep sigh and looked up at the moon.

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The Slave Queen [Roselia || Inv] Dec 5, 2015 13:30:25 GMT

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It's a terrible thing isn't it?. . . .getting what you want.

From the darkness rippled a long, thick tail as large as a grown mans arm and three if not four times as long, it wrapped around her throat squeezing the soft flesh tightly in its grip. The illusion of the moon in the sky shimmering as the serenity of her garden faded and what seemed like the center of a maze formed around them. She would be hoisted some feet or so to the piercing glare of the ashen titan whose face could only be described as smeared with spiteful glee.

You no longer have a goal to strive for, a purpose to achieve

A contented chuckle rumbled from his features.

I have to admit, your illusion was quite compelling

Reaching out a trunk like arm to her face he ran a thumb down her crimson lips, whether she bit him or not did not matter, the satisfaction of having made her squirm, having finally turned the tables on her was more than satisfying, enough so that he would indulge her little attempts to get back at him.

But you've grown weaker since we last met, overcoming it was child's play and then I thought to myself, and I think you'll find this funny too, what if I indulged her? what if I went along with this little charade? what if I played along? how would she respond?

He accompanied his words with a sharp blow to her side, just neath her ribcage, the malice dripping from the grin on his face was the only thing that kept him back from laughing at this point.

Oh little witch, or should I say my queen? did you not know I had these feelings that I couldn't just keep in any longer?

A finger subtly slid under her chin and suddenly his tail tightened even further, this time more menacingly around her throat, the gleam of defeat returning to a piercing golden stare.

However, you are the queen and your wish is indeed my command.

There was no smile this time as he spoke.

So. . . . do you wish that I take you now? as you are, against your will. . . .

As he said this his tail snaked around her throat, the end of his tail pushing into her mouth rather forcefully.

. . .or shall I squeeze out whatever fight you have left. The choice is yours, my queen.

Its a terrible thing isn't it. . . . getting what you want, you no longer have a goal to strive for, a purpose to achieve. Golden eyes opened to see a moonlit sky above, silence deafened all other noise but for the groaning of bones the lay neath him as he rose, his giant 7 foot form standing tall in the wasteland of sand before him. With a large hand he wiped the sleepiness from his features.

For a moment he stood still, almost statuesque, his head dropping as darkness covered his eyes, an eerie stillness falling once again around him for but a moment. In but an instant his eyes burst furiously with golden flames, their brightness overwhelming as his body leaked out golden flames which flickered from his body like the smoulderings of a dying fire.

His head snapped up, teeth grit into a foul mix of rage and sexual frustration as the lowly embers of reiatsu burst into a bonfire that seemed to light up the very desert itself. Sand in his immediate vicinity cratered to incredible depths as the very sands themselves seemed to tremble at his power, his body a tense pillar of muscle that appeared more pronounced as the gritted fangs of his teeth parted and a low rumble rolled from the depths of his throat, becoming a roar that seemed to shake the very desert itself with his power, no doubt all creature for miles around would sense the true ferocity of his power.

The roar, though initially inaudible took form as it went, with it the ominous echoes that would be heard for miles as the desert bore witness to the name of its next potential victim.

RRRROOOOOOSEEEEEEEEELIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH

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