Role Playing Fun

Like a little fantasy role-playing fun? I’ve set the scene in our forum at Passion Tales.

**warning – adult content**

Gala at the Marble Palace...

Buzzing with excitement and activity, the Marble Palace seemed imbued with life of its own, as servants busied themselves arranging flowers, lighting candles, and seeing to all manner of last minute preparations, while the guests began to pour into the grand receiving hall.

This was not, however, the sumptuous home of Fallan Quoren in the underworld. This was the smaller, yet equally exquisite, replica palace in Carnal City where the former god came to see those seeking his guidance and favour while in the realm of Taqqara.

Near-naked serving girls, clad only in a few sheer flowing silks and decked with sparkling, tinkling jewels danced in and around the gathering crowd, making sure everyone had a glass of icewine on hand when the Fallan entered. Indeed, he was expected at any moment. As anticipation of his arrival grew, so did the tension in the room, peaking as a flourish of horns and sensual pounding of drums suddenly cut through the nervous chatter.

A hush fell over the hall, followed by an immediate gasp of wonderment, as the doors flew open revealing the daimon-god. There stood Quoren, his lush golden hair framing his perfectly chiselled face, his radiant blue eyes glowing with a hint of red to match the deep burgundy robe he wore open, revealing a magnificent sculpted body. Following his rippling torso down to hips, no one would mistake the Fallan of Lust, for none could fill such tight leather pants with an arousing bulge like Quoren could. Pure erotic energy emanated from his very core to fill the grand hall. This was their sex god. From the looks of him, Quoren had fed well this night.

Two beautiful daimonesses walked out from behind the Fallan, each taking an arm and nearly wrapping themselves around him, as they rubbed their bodies against his hips. Quoren turned his head to kiss each one deeply in turn, his hot tongue swirling intimately in their mouths, and then moved slowly forward into the crowd, his moist lips curled slightly upward with an air of extreme confidence.

Always a gracious host, Quoren nodded and smiled seductively at each guest as he passed. The Fallan of Lust always made each person in his presence feel special and honoured.

Just then, a bare-breasted serving girl solemnly approached the Fallan. With head bowed, she offered a tray of drinks up the daimonesses, who each took their glass of icewine. The girl then slowly looked up to offer the remaining large crystal goblet in the centre of the tray to Quoren. As his eyes met hers, she fell into an orgasmic swoon. Faster than mortal eyes could bear, Quoren handed his cup to the daimoness Loreli and caught the serving girl in his arms before she fell to the floor. Ah, an initiate. He mused silently to himself, holding her as the spasms of pleasure raided her small body. He'd have to see to her training later, he noted to himself.

Lifting her into the arms of a Castrati Guard, Quoren took back his crystal cup and turned to the awestruck crowd. Raising it to them, he said, “Welcome, friends, to my home in Carnal City. I see many faces I know," he said, nodding respectfully to several princes and dignitaries, and then glanced around at random faces throughout the room. He stopped to smile at each one, and then continued, "and many I do not." Lingering for a moment to gaze into the eyes of one exceptional beauty a few feet before him, he spoke to the room, yet mentally projected his thoughts and words directly to her. "I do hope to get to know you all much better as the evening progresses. After all, that is what this night is for. I have heard many pleas and prayers sent on the dark winds to find me, but I cannot answer them all. Nor can I visit each of you when called. This night is my way of coming to you, my darlings. If you wish to have an audience with me, speak to my servant, Donello." He gestured to the lanky boy to his side in the burgundy robe, tied with a black sash, and holding a large peacock quill, who nodded and waved nervously to the room. Quoren chuckled softly and shook his head at his awkward, yet faithful servant. “Dance, drink, do whatever you please,” he said with a leering smile and cocked eyebrow. “Welcome to the palace!” With that he downed the contents of his cup in one slow sip and everyone followed suit.

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All types of characters welcome to join in (humans, fairies, elves, dwarves, trolls, vampires, dark elves, daimons…)

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Q

What is Haelan?

Haelan is the home of the daimons – the underworld. It is another dimension made up of several realms embedded over the reality of Taqqara. The daimons and Fallans are able to move freely between each realm of the underworld, but also through the various dimensions connecting to the mortal world through different passage points, portals or veils. You just have to know where they are and when they are open… or how to open them.

Not many of us do venture onto Taqqara anymore though, as it takes up too much energy to maintain our physical form… Well, the form we want you to see anyways… for our true appearance would scare the crap out of you. You really don’t want to see me if I have not fed off of sexual energy for a long time. *shudder*

Yes, the underworld is a scary place, but you get used it… if ghouls and all things hellish are your thing. It took me about a thousand years to get comfortable here. But of course, I live in the Marble Palace now, my home once I became a Fallan instead of a mere Servant of Haelan. *Ugh* That was rough, and I shall tell you more about that sometime. 

Well, enough for now. I have the need to feed. I feel the atrophy setting in… Time for a new sex slave.