Uldartre Academy (year 2, IC, semi-open)

by **Kwadai** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 4:18 pm

Mewan grinned happily obliging as he began stroking Elosqir faster.

by **Meinkraft** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 4:22 pm

Sienna whistled at the intensity of the King's melody, who, up until this point, had been of no interest to her. Now he had her attention, doing a type of song she liked so well. The goth-like girl, in a trance, it seemed, walked up to Blacksen, with obvious intent of speaking to him.

The plane door had opened, and Private First Class Kyle Longsworth stepped off the plane, duffel bag in one hand, hanging over his shoulder. He took in a deep breath and exhaled as he felt his diaphragm stretch his tight military khaki shirt. He looked forward to the adventure in this new land, and, tossing a coin to the ANAF pilot, he stepped into the terminal.

by **Valaran** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 4:27 pm

The greater Vakolicci Haven wrote:"I think very well," Jonas said, kissing her neck.
"So...what do you want to do? After all, you do have so many options."

"Well, you remember how I was heading to the disabled toilets?" Another thought struck her. "Or there is the equipment in the car.... I really am... open to suggestions."

by **The greater Vakolicci Haven** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 4:29 pm

Blacksen saw a girl, clearly a well-armed girl, walk up to him. The far-away look in the girls eyes didn't prevent him from extending his hand.
"I don't think I've met you yet," he said to the girl. "I'm Blacksen, the King of Celeria."

Elosqir began to push forward into Mewan's hand as his speed reached an intensity that was making his breathing heavy.
"Don't stop," he managed to say.

"I'm not having some old lady in a wheelchair coming in to see that," Jonas said, faning disgust. "Come on...even the Celari aren't that depraved. What do you want to do with that equipment?"

by **Kwadai** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 4:32 pm

"I've no intention of stopping. Don't worry I can tell you like it", Mewan said stroking that bit faster.

by **Valaran** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 4:33 pm

"For someone who apparently 'thinks very well', you ought to have worked out how to lock a door." She grinned. "Or are the Celari not into that either?"

by **The greater Vakolicci Haven** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 4:37 pm

"Old grandma could still hear us," Jonas told her. "She'd lose her hip replacement if she heard what I like to do. Besides...their's not enough horizontal space, and before you suggest it, those baby changing tables do not constitute enough space."

Elosqir had to fight the urge to orgasm; he couldn't in a public place, wearing something he'd have to wear for the rest of the night, totally dressed.
"Damnit," he told Mewan between rushed breaths. "This isn't the place to cum but it's so fucking hard." He began to grip the table extremely hard to hold himself back.

by **Kwadai** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 4:39 pm

Mewan slowed down to prevent Elosqir from orgasming. "I hate when that happens", he laughed.

by **The greater Vakolicci Haven** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 4:42 pm

"I know," Elosqir said, keeping a farely fast pace on Mewan's manhood. "Why can't we just go back already? I've a very cute arse to violate."

by **Kwadai** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 4:46 pm

"That you do-o", he half said before moaning a little. "Hold it there", he rushed out, coming dangerously close to orgasm. He gripped Elosqir's shoulder to try and hold it back also.

by **Meinkraft** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 4:47 pm

Sienna extended her own hand and shook his, purely by instinct. "King, huh.....? I'm Sienna....Sienna Direwood, from the Allied Nations." She couldn't believe this was happening, really. Her eyes looked him up and down in a way that tried to be fleeting, but failed to do so.

by **The greater Vakolicci Haven** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 4:50 pm

The Handsome young King shook her hand warmly and firmly, giving hints of the strength contained within his body.
"What are you looking at?" he asked inquisatively.

by **The greater Vakolicci Haven** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 5:04 pm

Elosqir slowed his hands motions down a little and laughed.
"Are you getting the same urges as me?" he asked.

by **Kwadai** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 5:05 pm

"Yes...yes I am", he sighed laughing. "That one was particularly hard to hold in!".

by **Finium** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 5:09 pm

Camelone wrote:"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Frederick Krieger, I don't know if I'm King or not as my father was just shot so I don't know if he's alive." Frederick said nodding his head in acknowledgment though his stutter was very present.

"At the very least, you are the son of a king." Andrea commented wryly. She had met kings before, they were of varying levels of interest, but as per usual, her interest was largely motivated by how applicable each was to her particular realm of interest; agony. His scarring was just such an indication, if he happened to also be an interesting person, all the better.

Her own father, an Earl and fairly minor noble prior to the fall, was once shot by a Republican revolutionary in one his smaller estates outside of Hallsind. Her father killed the thousand or so inhabitants of the village in retaliation--typical response from a Finian. This was the way that the Empire kept control, constant, unending death to remind the people of the state's absolute authority over all life. She had been there when the soldiers started the killing, she was sick for a week afterwards. The sickness abated and the older she got, the more she wished she had stayed to watch it all.

She extended a delicate hand a placed it lightly on his shoulder, "Best wishes on you father." What it meant to a Finian was "I hope your father is dead," but it was disguised enough to imply sympathy. He was worth entertaining, she supposed and, at the very least, he did not stink of the cyborg's indolence.

She waved a hand at Maria, as if to dismiss a tiresome servant.

by **Crumb-Cashew** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 5:12 pm

Cottura had to contain herself one hundred percent to prevent from taking out her phone again. My... she was becoming quite fascist, but the Crumb seemed so... beyond Celeria. Not that she didn't like Celeria; with all its faults, even Cottura had to admit, it was strong in its own right. The Crumb just reminded her of home.

Roma City Airport

If one was to stand at a distance, where the "Uldartre Academy" banner once lay, they would have seen a taupe-colored plane, boxy and simplistic, burst suddenly into the Roma City Airport with a start. A single passenger, of the name Oilo Salto, departed from that very plane. The many Crumbs inside the vehicle were off elsewhere- hardly avid tourists.

Oilo Salto looked like the plane itself- simplistic, well-worn, beyond its years- and plainly stood out among the sea of people. The Crumb was bald, showing off his deep olive skin quite efficiently, while two gigantic black eyes were placed eloquently on his face. Oilo's nose was curved, a feature of the Crumb nationality, from the beginning to the end, and was fairly large to an extent. Oilo looked about thirty-five, his appearance masking his mere age of sixteen; and when dressed in the chocolate brown sweater in which he was donned, Oilo could have been a waiter in a five-star restaurant.

Oilo looked around, his huge eyes darting from side to side. He was not looking for a Crumb, but instead a guide who would show him to Uldartre... if one was available. Cottura had stated that the group was away from the building, at the present time. With that thought, Oilo scanned the airport once more.

by **The greater Vakolicci Haven** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 5:36 pm

Maria, Dutchess of Altach, defender of the East, of Clan Schtenko, did not particularly appreciate being addressed in the manner that the Finian thought was propper; Andrea was, after all, a lower-ranking noble.
The orange lion tattoo on her neck began to throb as her body heated up, a low, mournful humming coming from somewhere deep in her chest.
"Excuse me?" she asked in a cold, dangerous voice. "But I was thinking of recommending the same sort of principles in Celeria. Tell me, do you like pain? I hope you do...it's generally considered very bad manners to insult a higher-ranking noble, is it not?"

Elosqir kissed Mewan and laughed. "That dick is a good, responsive boy is he not?" he asked.

by **Kwadai** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 5:41 pm

"Most definetly I agree...and so is your's!", Mewan laughed.

by **The greater Vakolicci Haven** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 5:43 pm

"I just wonder whose will win out," Elosqir tapped Mewan's affectionately. "Who'll end up on top when the moment comes."

by **Kwadai** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 5:48 pm

"I thought I was the one to end up sore!", Mewan joked pressing against Elosqir.

by **The greater Vakolicci Haven** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 5:51 pm

KwaDai wrote:"I thought I was the one to end up sore!", Mewan joked pressing against Elosqir.

"Oh you will be," Elosqir touched his face gently. "You'll have a huge tanned dick to contend with, won't that be lovely? I'm sure we could wrestle on it to decide..."

by **Kwadai** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 5:53 pm

"Wrestle...that does sound fun..very fun indeed", Mewan smirked at the thought.

by **The greater Vakolicci Haven** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 5:55 pm

"Very fun," Elosqir agreed. "I'm an 8 ft 4 Velsturman with military training. Fancy your chances?"

by **Kwadai** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 5:58 pm

"Not amazing exactly!", he laughed kissing Elosqir's neck.

by **Woodstovia** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 6:12 pm

"It's a long story." Allen said nervously, losing a bit of his confidence. "And a boring one, I'll tell you some other time but not here." when Alicia sat down next to him he didn't really know what to say so he put his arm around her and gave an affectionate squeeze. "It's okay."

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