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Quiet Nights and Quiet Stars (Clyde)

Postby Sayana on September 5th, 2016, 2:52 pm

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There was but a moment of anticipation until suddenly his hands found her waist, not even bothering to release the staff in his hand. All she cared for was his intensity as she slipped her high hands up behind his neck as he kissed her deeply and passionately. The taste of his lips fueled desire that tingled all the way up her skin. She kissed back hard, wanting to explore and relish in the sensations. Her high hands moved to the back of his head, pulling him in and her fingers intertwined in his brown locks of hair.

She may have had her doubts earlier about him, but the way he held her intently and possessively revealed that he was not hollow but just as capable of passion and vigor as she was. A momentary shudder of pleasure rippled down her and her mid hands roamed over his chest enjoying what she felt. If there were buttons on his shirt, more than half of them would be undone by the time she felt his pressure being applied down upon her.

His non-verbal request was instantly clear to the Eypharian dancer. Though for a tick or two she resisted, just to see the full extent of his desire. Even as her back arched, she unfastened the cloak about her shoulders and let it fall to the ground half laid out like a blanket. With another shove, she felt his urgency and she maneuvered them to the ground lips still locked together.

For the last foot or two, she caught their fall with Clyde on top. But it was only for a moment as she rolled with him until she was on top, straddling him as much as she could in the red and black dress she wore. Sayana smiled smugly from her position on top, then set her cup of glowing embers far off to the side and out of the way. The Eypharian leaned down and trailed a series of kisses up his neck before finding his mouth. Her lips met his fiercely, but she wanted more and she broke off the kiss abruptly.

“I want you. All of you, Clyde. So don’t hold back.” She spoke in a heavy voice. Any remaining buttons or fasteners on his shirt would be undone and she flipped onto her back to entice him on top once more. Here she would have full access to his shirt and would pull it off as her hands rubbed up and over his chest, enjoying the touch of skin against skin. Beautiful, smooth, masculine… with even a dark scar upon his ribcage.


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Quiet Nights and Quiet Stars (Clyde)

Postby Clyde Sullins on September 5th, 2016, 3:23 pm

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The extra hands were odd, though more novel or new than bad. They roamed freely, exploring his body grabbing and touching. Clyde in turn made do with the two he had.

She was his, and no one else. He pushed his body against her, his lips and his lower half, making clear his excitement and readiness. His impatience. It had been almost two years after all...

At first she fought him, which only made him push harder. After a moment she gave up and surrendered, moving to the ground as his hands insisted.

His need was almost manic in its intensity, as she rolled atop him.

Moving his hands Clyde stroked up her legs, moving to her calves and then up to her thighs where he began to stroke and push, not bothering to take off the dress but simply pushing it upward and out of the way.

As she rolled onto her back once more Clyde moved with her, falling on top of her, against her, above her.

Clyde let out a groan of need, a small mist of silvery air caught upon the exhalation.

As his shirt came off he grabbed two of her hands, moving them down to his pants, to the belt and ties holding them on, guiding her to assist him in undoing them.

He didn't care about removing them, wasn't willing to stop straddling her long enough to let them slide off his legs, instead he simply pushed and wanted them down far enough to allow the clearance required.

Once his pants were down far enough he'd move his hands back to her thighs, pushing as he insistently moved at her to begin, pressing against her and entering her with his tongue in his mouth and his stiffness against her.

As he did their aura's thrummed against him, the maelstrom of feelings and sensations mixing along with a hum as he res slowly leaked out of every orifice and into her matching one, even the less traditionally used ones for such a thing.

Then he began, insistently and energetically melding the two, the silver of his aura mixing with the purplish brown of hers. Within his aura sight he could see a mist of silver about himself, concentrated on his mouth and between his legs, a flood of silver flowing outward and melding and mixing into the colors of Sayana, invading.

A union both magical and mundane. His aura burned with the white hot intensity of his need.
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I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

No new threads after end of Spring 518-Will still be checking for PM's occasionally, but focusing on a new character.

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Please be aware Clyde is a master Magecrafter. He therefore should not be gaining full xp(or possibly shouldn't gain any at all) for simple tasks related to this magic, such as low level MC items, particularly for repetitions of creations he has done before. Feel free to contact me if unsure of a instance of his magic use compared to his skill level.
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Quiet Nights and Quiet Stars (Clyde)

Postby Sayana on September 5th, 2016, 5:59 pm

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She let out a heavy sigh as his hands moved up her legs. Oh how she wanted and needed this. Her dress slid up to her hips and soon he was back on top of her. She caught sight of his misty breath in the cool night’s air, and then her mid hands were being guided to his pants. The Eypharian grinned and practiced fingers undid the buckle while another pair of hands yanked down the garment, matching the urgency in his actions.

One hand guided him while another two grabbed his hips to pull him in deep. Just as she began to groan in pleasure, she found his lips locked upon hers. For a moment she was amused at their frantic and careless summer passion, but then she was once again caught up in it all.

Her tongue delved into his mouth, tasting, wanting. Her mind a whirlwind of emotion. She matched the rhythm he set. Her hips lifting up and her hands never straying from him. She felt his presence surrounding her, pushing at her, encompassing her. It was almost as though she could feel his entire being wrapped about her physical body. Not only that, but her mind too. She lapped up greedily any sensation he gave her, and she craved it all the more.

His musky smell pervaded her nostrils and for a moment she thought she tasted something a little different. She playfully nipped at his lower lip and there was more of that taste. She hardly cared though, and drank it in readily. It was only when she felt a burning at the back of her throat did she break the kiss for a moment to gulp in some air. The silvery vapour between their lips seemed to shine in the faint moonlight.

More magic? If he was trying to kill her or betray her, then it was a mighty fine way to die. And if it was something else… Sayana fiercely pushed her lips to Clyde’s once more. The tingling sensation in her mouth foreign but exotic at the same time.

Moments later she began feeling something similar deep inside her. Flashes of pain, but so intertwined with her ecstasy that all she craved was more. The unique feelings made her shudder and squirm against the mage, but her hands never left his hips and she never pushed him away.

She was finding it difficult to breathe. Her mouth clamped upon his and her chest heaving as air rushed through her nose in quick pants. The Eypharian’s arms tightened about him. The taste of his magic swirled about her mouth and she both wanted a desperate breath of air and for it to continue without pause.



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Quiet Nights and Quiet Stars (Clyde)

Postby Clyde Sullins on September 5th, 2016, 7:08 pm

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As his passion continued, his exuding of res increased until the two of them were almost lost within a silvery cloud of it. Were before it was a slow trickle, this was a surge or flood. The sight of them in his aura vision was overlaid with a screen of glowing silver all about both of them and snaking within her.

The res invaded her, warm and thick, filling her body like it was alive and seeking something within. Hot but not painfully so, thick and almost choking but not so much that she would suffocate or pass out. She might feel like she couldn't breath, like she was choking, but she wouldn't be able to force it out even with coughing as he willed it inward and pushed it in deeper like something burrowing within. She couldn't get air, only pulling in more res.

He forced it into every opening he could find, mouth, nostrils, any place easier to access than skin. Clyde could exude it from his entire body, even his skin almost like sweat, but this was opening her body to her own djed, her own res, and so it needed easier means of entry.

Clyde lost himself in his lust, in the action, in the moving and pushing and willing. His entire physical existence was the act, and his entire mental focus was the magical act of initiation.

As he reached the height of his ecstasy, she began to reach saturation. Surely if she was filled any more with his res she would burst apart like an overfilled waterskin left out in the sun.

His body acted on instinct, continuing, as his mind focused on his res, reaching out to it. Then he turned it. Turned it in the sense that a key was turned in a keyhole. Except there was no physical key or keyhole, and the res wasn't actually moving in the literal sense. It was simply... Acting... Acting on instinct in a way only one skilled with Reimancy could understand or do.

Her being, her djed, was the keyhole, and his res was the key, and as he turned it she was unlocked, unbound.

Suddenly instead of pushing or turning the djed, he grasped with it, grabbing at her essence and attempting to unwind a sliver of it, to teach her and show her the motions and ways so that she too could do it.

Then his res was rushing outward, moving outward and back into himself as he reabsorbed it, along the way pulling and yanking at her essence and trying to force her to take that step to create and exude some res of her own.

With a gasp he cried at her, trying to explain, trying to guide her, though the physical action itself was perhaps enough.

“Push! Will it out... Push it out...”

Losing himself in the physical action, in his physical connection to the woman, he pulled on his res, keeping pushing with his body and pulling on his res until all of it was gone, the last trace exiting his body as he finished and reached his final moment with a crashing wave, continuing on mechanically for her benefit and his connection to her even after he finished his part.
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I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

No new threads after end of Spring 518-Will still be checking for PM's occasionally, but focusing on a new character.

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Please be aware Clyde is a master Magecrafter. He therefore should not be gaining full xp(or possibly shouldn't gain any at all) for simple tasks related to this magic, such as low level MC items, particularly for repetitions of creations he has done before. Feel free to contact me if unsure of a instance of his magic use compared to his skill level.
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Quiet Nights and Quiet Stars (Clyde)

Postby Sayana on September 6th, 2016, 1:37 am

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The couple of times Sayana opened her eyes during their whirl of passion, she could see the silvery vapour forming thick about them. Her breath came out in gasps as she occasionally broke their kiss, and the mist practically shimmered in the moonlight.

It was hot, persistent and filled her lungs and mouth and intimate regions. It was almost as though it was coursing through her veins, pulsing and surging within her. More than once she wondered if he had reached his ecstasy and climaxed due to all the hot warmth pouring into her, but still he kept up with the physical.

Her eyes watered and her throat stung, taking in more and more of the silvery vapour. Her body shuddered again, and she wasn’t sure if it was from the physical pleasure surging within her or the magic he was using. In the haze of her mind, a couple things clicked together. Magic. This was his reimancy, his res. Did he plan to light her up like a bonfire or turn her to stone with all this res? But her idle and rather detached thoughts were soon replaced with other sensations as she urged him faster in the physical realm.

It was then that Sayana found herself so full of his hot pulsing res that she was quivering and trembling beneath him. It was as though she was filled completely and utterly with his being and any pain it produced was overpowered by feelings of euphoria. How long she could contain it all without bursting at the seams, she had no idea. But then something suddenly changed.

Like a rush, like a wave, the tides broke and the feeling came surging out and through her. The sudden change was enough to trigger a release of her own and she gripped Clyde’s back tightly with her finger nails. But then the mage cried out the strangest of things.

One moment living out a wave of ecstasy. The next, she felt an intense burning between her thighs and was being told, “Push! Push it out!”. Whatever happened to those last nine months?

Emerging from her dazed state, she tried to make sense of it and thought that Clyde wanted to push out his res, or to push him out physically. Then why had he put so much res into her to begin with? As much as she wanted to relish in the pleasure, she tried to focus on pushing out the swirling silvery mist. At the same time, she used her inner muscles to force him out physically, but at his insistence, she figured it was not what he had meant and gladly welcomed him within her again.

The silvery mist began to recede. Encouraged, Sayana focused harder on the task. Feeling the hot res still coursing through her she focused on expelling it. Pushing outwards, she wanted to return the res with another passionate kiss. As she locked her lips against his, she willed the magic within her to move back up to her throat and mouth, sending it back to whence it came. Little did she know that her attempts had no effect on the silvery fluid, but was actually stirring up her own djed.

Every last drop she wanted to give back. She knew how precious it was to him. It was part of him, his very being. As she put all her attention on the magic within her, and willing it out, pushing it out, moving it, changing it, expelling it…

There was a tingle upon the tip of her tongue. Yes, that’s it. She willed more of it out, still kissing Clyde passionately. He was slower now. Had she completely missed his moment of climax? Gods was she ever tired. Still, she focused the last of her energy on expelling that last bit of res…

She broke the kiss softly and opened her eyes just a crack. There was something crimson, yet oddly translucent in the inch of space between their lips. Had something happened to his res? She wanted to just lay there beneath him and go to sleep. “Go away…” she muttered with minimal coherency at the bit of red res. She seemed to push it to the left then the right as the red mist moved with her will, all the while as she struggled to keep her eyes open.



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Quiet Nights and Quiet Stars (Clyde)

Postby Clyde Sullins on September 8th, 2016, 8:26 pm

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Afterward Clyde felt the pain. The marks on his back from where she had clawed him. It wasn't deep, wasn't the deep furrows of wounds left by Zith, but it was still a pain, possibly even loosing some blood from the scratches.

For a moment Clyde's mind was distracted by thoughts of djed. What bits of himself, of his djed in the form of res, had died in the task. In her initiation? What bit of himself was now woven into her, as the djed decayed and was absorbed by her. Not all of the res had come back, some had been lost in the act, though only a minute amount compared to the cloud he'd exuded.

His mind returned to the present however as he felt the tingle course along her aura, felt the glow from her mouth twinned by the physical vision of the res being exuded. A red res, clearly different from his own bright silvery substance.

Sated, Clyde's heat and his frenetic energy subsided for the moment. With a calm voice Clyde spoke, not quite the same as before today, but much more akin to his old teaching voice. He was somewhat tired from his physical exertions of the day, but he knew he'd be recuperated soon enough after a short rest.

“That's not mine, its yours. Your res. Your a Reimancer now...”

“You remember how I said there was no point in explaining how to become a Reimancer in the book? How you had to be initiated by another user. Well now you know why. Though mind you, that's not quite the standard initiation ritual... I improvised somewhat.”

A small smile coming to his face, as Clyde stared down at Say below him, stroking a finger across her cheek.

“Just be glad I'm as skilled as I am, and can keep focused and control my magic when I'm that distracted. If I wasn't so skilled, I'd probably have made a mistake, or transmuted some of the res inside of you. If that'd happened, you'd be dead.”

Bringing his face down he nuzzled at her neck with his lips.

“I guess I have some skills, or perhaps just some natural talent...”
Clydes Stuff

I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

No new threads after end of Spring 518-Will still be checking for PM's occasionally, but focusing on a new character.

Graders note: :
Please be aware Clyde is a master Magecrafter. He therefore should not be gaining full xp(or possibly shouldn't gain any at all) for simple tasks related to this magic, such as low level MC items, particularly for repetitions of creations he has done before. Feel free to contact me if unsure of a instance of his magic use compared to his skill level.
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Quiet Nights and Quiet Stars (Clyde)

Postby Sayana on September 9th, 2016, 12:35 am

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“You certainly do have talent, Clyde.” Sayana murmured softly. “Talent at being impeccably cocky.”

“Though of course, I’m not too bad myself.” Before a word could escape his mouth, she planted her lips upon his and savoured in the sweetness.

A reimancer. She was a reimancer. Part of her wanted to berate him for initiating her without her consent or any warning, but the greater part of her was fascinated even in her exhausted state. Reimancy. She’d be able to conjure fire, summon lightning, cut through solid rock…

Sayana’s eyes shot open and she broke the kiss. Res. That was her res. And it was already starting to decay. The cloudy red mist still hovered nearby and even though she didn’t yet see it diminish, she knew it would be decaying. Her breath was deep and heavy, still tired from the physical exertions and the process of the initiation. He had been immersed within her in way she had never felt before. A high hand cradled the back of his head, wanting him to stay close. She put her concentration towards the red mist. Pushing, pulling with her mind. It moved. Yes, she was doing it.

“It’s like fire. Red. Beautiful.” Sayana spoke in a tired, but awed voice. “Now I just have to… have to transmute it…” The res had never been very much, not even the size of a fist, but now it had faded and shrunk to the size of a small stone or a very large marble.

She pushed and willed the red mist away from them. Still within arm’s reach, but not so close that they would be burned. Even in her fatigued state, she had the sense in that. With all her concentration she focused on a spark of flame. Releasing her res to the natural elements. Erupting in a plume of…

There was a soft splash and there was suddenly no more of the crimson res. It took her a moment to realize what had happened. There was no fire, but instead there was a damp patch upon the ground. Still, she had done it. She had transmuted res.

A breathless sigh escaped her lips. She was finished, spent.

“I should have known our sex would be just as magical as you are.”


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Quiet Nights and Quiet Stars (Clyde)

Postby Crow on September 24th, 2016, 9:19 pm

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“Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void but out of chaos.”


 
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    Water Novice
  • Endurance: +2
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  • Lore:Wilderness Survival: Toying with fire
    Wilderness Survival: Camping near fresh water
    Rye: Clyde Sullin’s Dog
    Leth: Bright light in the Night
    Clyde Sullin’s Book: A Treatise on Reimancy
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    Clyde Sullins: Peculiar conversationalist
    Reimancy: A Sexual Initiation
    A Treatise on Reimancy: Copied by ghosts
    Reimancy: First transmutation of res: Water
    Res: Attempt at Flow and Control
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    Leth: Bright light in the Night
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    Sayana: Devotions of a new follower
    Sayana: The Hypnotist
    Sayana: A Sexual Initiation
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  • - Possession: A Treatise on Reimancy

Comments:Nice fun thread. Enjoyed the twist and implications of the climax coming from a burst of Res. Clyde, please ensure that you track how many copies of the book you have in your possession and get back with me. This might be your last copy save from the original.
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