The Throne Room

Kurstin Wolfbreaker wrote:

Darkstorm Zero wrote:
When Abdel made his comments, the Apophi slithered her coils underneath her meal to pool the blood, and gave her liege a sly look with her eyes, as if to say "I'd rather you lick it off my coils, my liege." but a new idea sprang to her mind almost immediately following the first. her liege demanded a belly dance first, and a belly dance he would have, one bathed in blood. and her eyes turned callous indeed. And her head jutted downward suddenly, and forcefully, completely enveloping Kurstin's breasts, and now both fangs punctured deep beneath the woman's ribs as Hathssith gulped loudly.

This time her fangs did not produce venom, and instead only dry bit, but they penetrated deep and drew blood much more wantonly. The Apophi finally set about removing the remainder of the clothing, the boots, socks, and gloves. It was much easier without all the squirming, just the pained twitching. She knew, with sadistic glee that Kurstin could see, hear, and feel everything, but had no conscious control over her own movement. Paralysed, it was like being a passenger inside your won body as it was slowly being encased in a tight flesh coffin.

Blood now drooled from the serpent maiden's mouth as much as her own saliva, turning the erotic show toward the grotesque for some of the audience.

The Major couldn't move, her body was trapped by muscular walls which gripped her head and shoulders tightly, and could feel her gloves slip off each finger in a playful manner. The woman was taking her time with her meal, and she knew that Kurstin knew that... I can barely breathe... the Apophi venom is powerful indeed... it doesn't kill its victims, only impairs them... She remembered, her eyelids fluttering involuntarily. She couldn't even blink, close her agape lips... she looked like she was dead if her face was not obscured by layers of flesh, bone and sinew. But Gods... was she aware. She could hear everything. Feel everything as well. First came the powerful swallow which hurt her ears, her shoulders widening the ribbed throat's entrance. Her breasts were now fully inside, and now the painful bite against her upper ribs. "Hahhhh..." She gasped lightly, her eyes welling up with hot tears, further obscuring her vision in the cramped throat.

Outside, blood slid down her abdomen, the Major's blond hair from her ponytail draped over the lower lip, hanging off her chin with the rest of Kurstin's body. Crimson fluid accentuated the Major's lovely toned belly, the coils of the Apophi gripped her legs and arms together, acting as dams to impede the waterfalls of warm, red ichor that rolled around Kurstin's waist, dripping down the crack of her ass. Her slender fingers twitched lightly, as if they were trying to clench, which was impressive with a double dose of Apophi venom inside her. Most humans would have died from their lungs seizing up likely, even though it was a feature that didn't intend death, overdoses did happen...

She could feel her bare toes lifting off the mirror sheen of the marble floor below...

Abdel smirked at his concubine's leer. He could read her like an open book, and he would oblige if it came to such. Then, as the blood began to flow, there came cheers and jeering of amusement. There were a few disgusted moans, but Abdel had turned most of Domescadia into a culture that enjoyed its share of blood sports. Abdel leans forward on his throne, excited for the next bit which was to come, and the Emperor always found how his concubine ate her prisoners, disobedient slaves, and those who needed punishment like his Wolf... most amusing. His toothy grin becoming wide, his pointed teeth gleaming. Thrall returned with a small keg of wine, which was not for Abdel but for the concubine Hathsskith, to chase down her meal once she was finished. Chilled bloodwine in a specialized keg with a neck and spout to drink from, with a leather thong for the Apophis to grab onto while her elbow supported the massive keg when she went to knock back the drink... but that would come later, as she still was working on the Major's belly.

The cheering grew, egging the purple serpent on!

Kurstin Wolfbreaker wrote:The Major couldn't move, her body was trapped by muscular walls which gripped her head and shoulders tightly, and could feel her gloves slip off each finger in a playful manner. The woman was taking her time with her meal, and she knew that Kurstin knew that... I can barely breathe... the Apophi venom is powerful indeed... it doesn't kill its victims, only impairs them... She remembered, her eyelids fluttering involuntarily. She couldn't even blink, close her agape lips... she looked like she was dead if her face was not obscured by layers of flesh, bone and sinew. But Gods... was she aware. She could hear everything. Feel everything as well. First came the powerful swallow which hurt her ears, her shoulders widening the ribbed throat's entrance. Her breasts were now fully inside, and now the painful bite against her upper ribs. "Hahhhh..." She gasped lightly, her eyes welling up with hot tears, further obscuring her vision in the cramped throat.

Outside, blood slid down her abdomen, the Major's blond hair from her ponytail draped over the lower lip, hanging off her chin with the rest of Kurstin's body. Crimson fluid accentuated the Major's lovely toned belly, the coils of the Apophi gripped her legs and arms together, acting as dams to impede the waterfalls of warm, red ichor that rolled around Kurstin's waist, dripping down the crack of her ass. Her slender fingers twitched lightly, as if they were trying to clench, which was impressive with a double dose of Apophi venom inside her. Most humans would have died from their lungs seizing up likely, even though it was a feature that didn't intend death, overdoses did happen...

She could feel her bare toes lifting off the mirror sheen of the marble floor below...

Abdel Adham wrote:Abdel smirked at his concubine's leer. He could read her like an open book, and he would oblige if it came to such. Then, as the blood began to flow, there came cheers and jeering of amusement. There were a few disgusted moans, but Abdel had turned most of Domescadia into a culture that enjoyed its share of blood sports. Abdel leans forward on his throne, excited for the next bit which was to come, and the Emperor always found how his concubine ate her prisoners, disobedient slaves, and those who needed punishment like his Wolf... His toothy grin becoming wide, his pointed teeth gleaming. Thrall returned with a small keg of wine, which was not for Abdel but for the concubine Hathsskith, to chase down her meal once she was finished. Chilled bloodwine in a specialized keg with a neck and spout to drink from, with a leather thong for the Apophis to grab onto while her elbow supported the massive keg when she went to knock back the drink... but that would come later, as she still was working on the Major's belly.

The cheering grew, egging the purple serpent on!

The Apophi's smirk grew as her lips reached the waistline of her prey, having nommed over her navel a few seconds prior, nibbling and of course fanging the sensitive flesh there for a few gloriously gratuitous seconds. Now however she was ready to proceed. Hathssith used her hands and pried the Wolfbreaker's thighs apart slightly, and her tongue snaked from the small of the woman's back, between her buttocks, and up around , between, her sensitive vulva, and over to wrap around her left thigh like a noose.Then Hathssith clamped her teeth and fangs into Kurstin's rump, and lifted her high above her head, and out of her coils. letting the human's blood run down her own body now. The serpent maiden swallowed once, and Kurstin's body spasmed and spayed open limply. The tongue looped a second loop around the leg...

The Major's body was unable to fight back as the Apohpi continued to swallow. The Apophi's moans pounded her eardrums, her voluminous breasts keeping her at bay for a few moments, before they slid, bloody and jiggly, wet with saliva, into the snake woman's throat! Kurstin could only watch as the undulating throat shifted and manipulated around her body. Here I am, a powerful Scardian woman turned meal for the Emperor's concubine... huh, never thought I'd hear those words before. What happens if I don't survive...? Well, I won't be alive, obviously... but is my life not that significant to the Emperor...? The price of failure is this horrifying? She pondered, while her body jerked down the throat with greedy gulp after gulp, the woman's teeth inching down her stomach and nibbled onto her navel, drawing more blood and caused Kurstin to weakly cry out again.

Her hands were now pinned to her thighs, the lips of the Apophi were wrapped around her waist, her fangs biting her ass's cheeks painfully, uttering another weak cry from the Major within. She could hear the council who watched this humiliation cheer for the Apophi, eager to see her finish her meal. "Hahh...." She moaned, the gurgling of the rumbling stomach ahead of her eager to take the blond in. She felt her Dark Cross medal around her neck flap against her chin, saliva and blood rolling up her stomach, towards her breasts and face... and its then she realized she was upside down!

Outside, the Major's knees bent and hung limply, her ankles drooping. The long, snaking tongue ran between the soft dunes of her buttocks, and around her lower lips, snugly holding the Major at bay, before coiling up her left thigh. A single, strained swallow, engulfed the Major's wrists, and only her fingers appeared at her thighs which were spread open but slowly closing as they entered the gaping jaws of Hathsskith! Inside, Kurstin moaned weakly, her shadowed eyelids fluttering gently. "S...to...p..." she gasped, tears rolling up her forhead, saliva coating her face, shoulders, breasts and made her blond hair cling to her back and neck...

Abdel clapped lightly as the crowd continued to roar with approval! He watched his concubine having fun with her meal, and in turn was glad to have provided happiness to one of his favored subjects. Thrall watched the feminine bulge which ballooned the Apophi's neck out, the shape of the Major's toned back showing through the taut purple flesh, the shape of her head however vanished between the Apophi's shoulders...

Kurstin Wolfbreaker wrote:The Major's body was unable to fight back as the Apohpi continued to swallow. The Apophi's moans pounded her eardrums, her voluminous breasts keeping her at bay for a few moments, before they slid, bloody and jiggly, wet with saliva, into the snake woman's throat! Kurstin could only watch as the undulating throat shifted and manipulated around her body. Here I am, a powerful Scardian woman turned meal for the Emperor's concubine... huh, never thought I'd hear those words before. What happens if I don't survive...? Well, I won't be alive, obviously... but is my life not that significant to the Emperor...? The price of failure is this horrifying? She pondered, while her body jerked down the throat with greedy gulp after gulp, the woman's teeth inching down her stomach and nibbled onto her navel, drawing more blood and caused Kurstin to weakly cry out again.

Her hands were now pinned to her thighs, the lips of the Apophi were wrapped around her waist, her fangs biting her ass's cheeks painfully, uttering another weak cry from the Major within. She could hear the council who watched this humiliation cheer for the Apophi, eager to see her finish her meal. "Hahh...." She moaned, the gurgling of the rumbling stomach ahead of her eager to take the blond in. She felt her Dark Cross medal around her neck flap against her chin, saliva and blood rolling up her stomach, towards her breasts and face... and its then she realized she was upside down!

Outside, the Major's knees bent and hung limply, her ankles drooping. The long, snaking tongue ran between the soft dunes of her buttocks, and around her lower lips, snugly holding the Major at bay, before coiling up her left thigh. A single, strained swallow, engulfed the Major's wrists, and only her fingers appeared at her thighs which were spread open but slowly closing as they entered the gaping jaws of Hathsskith! Inside, Kurstin moaned weakly, her shadowed eyelids fluttering gently. "S...to...p..." she gasped, tears rolling up her forhead, saliva coating her face, shoulders, breasts and made her blond hair cling to her back and neck...

Abdel Adham wrote:Abdel clapped lightly as the crowd continued to roar with approval! He watched his concubine having fun with her meal, and in turn was glad to have provided happiness to one of his favored subjects. Thrall watched the feminine bulge which ballooned the Apophi's neck out, the shape of the Major's toned back showing through the taut purple flesh, the shape of her head however vanished between the Apophi's shoulders...

While the fangs of her lower jaw kneaded the woman's buttocks, the much larger jaws worked their way down the pelvis, cupping Kurstin's sensitive groinj on either side of her own thick udulating tonge as she drew the woman ever deeper, before finally, a soul shuddering swallow drew in the Wolfbreaker's hips. Hathssith's lower lip now rested in the crease between Kurstin's asscheeks and her limp legs, while the tip of the serpent maiden's top lip now rested comfortably over her crotch, now that her tongue had retracted from there to coil around both legs, and knees instead.

Swallowing what was left was easier now, and assisted by gravity. the Apophi slowly let, the rest of the thighs slide down and into her gaping maw, as her throat quietly udulated with each swallow, only stopping every few inches for a slight nibble with the fangs. Then the knees... Calves, and finally the feet and toes slowly disappeared, a loud gulp of finality sent the final lump of Kurstin down the neck of the violet serpent's body and down into the swollen upper abdomen.

She slowly turned to her Emperor, a smile played on her face, the blood pooled on her body driving the retainers of the Imperial Court wild for various reasons.

"Now then, most of you know the rules of the Bloody Belly Dance our Emperor Adham has bade me to test our Major Wolfbreaker with as her trial of will, but for those of you unfamiliar with how this works, heed my words well." announced the sultry serpent, as the hands that now cupped her bulging belly and the major within began to illuminate with the bloodstone magics of her various jewelry.

"The dance shall determine the willpower of Major Kurstin Wolfbreaker, as well as her loyalty to the Emperor's cause. Should she succeed, she will be healed, and reborn from the way she entered my body harder and stronger. Should she fail.... She will find herself entering my digestion stomach wich rests in my tail, and from there there is no escape. Her life will end, as is the law of our Emperor's will."

With the rules of the trial of will made clear, Hathssith approached the planequin upon which the throne rested, her eyes never leaving the Emperor's sightless mask. And with that, the spell was completed, and her humanoid portion's belly became transparrent, they could see Kurstin's naked curled up form within the pinkish innards of the Serpentress, tho she knew the Major could only see the darkness of her flesh, a one way window for the benefit of her Emperor and his council. She raised her arms above her head, and her hips began to sway from side to side.... slowly at first, hearing a wet sloshing sound, as the predigestive juices of Kurstin's fleshy prison splashed about their curled up captive.

The Major's wide hips and curvy derriere were the next obstacle to swallow, but the Apophi found a way, and soon, the 5'11 woman's ass bulged from the snake's neck! A deep, pained moan from the Major escapes the beast's smiling lips as she let gravity take over! Gulping gently, The Major's thighs, coiled by the slithering tongue slid down Hathsskith's gullet, bulging out her neck with both thighs, the shape easily seen by those who watched eagerly. Then the limp knees which were draping over her jaws, slipping into the mouth the calves vanish in a single gulp, before a final swallow sent the Major into the snake woman's stomach mortal stomach...

Inside, Kurstin was curled into a tight ball gradually as she was swallowed. Her head hitting the lower portion of the belly, rubbing against the sphincter which would lead to a second stomach as opposed to the intestines, and it was large like the one she had passed! Slowly, her back slid up the writhing walls, her paralyzed body unable to fight as she curls into a ball upon her lower body slipping through the barrier. Her knees are forced against her chest, her head bobbing over her knees, still paralyzed by the venom. She couldn't see anything in the darkness, her body shifting as the beast began to slither and move. She could hear the booming voice of the concubine explain the rules of the dance... making the woman's heart race...

I can't die here... I will not fail again, I cannot die here! She thought desperately, though she couldn't do much given paralysis. The stomach chamber growled, and she began to shift side to side with the Apophi's movement, the stomach's fluids sloshing around her, fizzy and luke warm against her smooth flesh, causing tingling pain against the bite wounds.

Abdel maintains his grin, watching the poor Major Wolfbreaker swaying within her fleshy prison, the digestive enzymes sloshing over the naked, curled up woman within his concubine. Blood flecked onto his armor, as she sways and dances in front of him, his featureless mask reflecting the paralyzed, wide eyed, shocked expression of the Major. In case she failed, he had to think of who he would promote to Major from the ranks of her command, and who he'd send in her place to Minktail to rendezvous with the Apophi Major Wolfbreaker had sent out to collect those prisoners...

Kurstin Wolfbreaker wrote:The Major's wide hips and curvy derriere were the next obstacle to swallow, but the Apophi found a way, and soon, the 5'11 woman's ass bulged from the snake's neck! A deep, pained moan from the Major escapes the beast's smiling lips as she let gravity take over! Gulping gently, The Major's thighs, coiled by the slithering tongue slid down Hathsskith's gullet, bulging out her neck with both thighs, the shape easily seen by those who watched eagerly. Then the limp knees which were draping over her jaws, slipping into the mouth the calves vanish in a single gulp, before a final swallow sent the Major into the snake woman's stomach mortal stomach...

Inside, Kurstin was curled into a tight ball gradually as she was swallowed. Her head hitting the lower portion of the belly, rubbing against the sphincter which would lead to a second stomach as opposed to the intestines, and it was large like the one she had passed! Slowly, her back slid up the writhing walls, her paralyzed body unable to fight as she curls into a ball upon her lower body slipping through the barrier. Her knees are forced against her chest, her head bobbing over her knees, still paralyzed by the venom. She couldn't see anything in the darkness, her body shifting as the beast began to slither and move. She could hear the booming voice of the concubine explain the rules of the dance... making the woman's heart race...

I can't die here... I will not fail again, I cannot die here! She thought desperately, though she couldn't do much given paralysis. The stomach chamber growled, and she began to shift side to side with the Apophi's movement, the stomach's fluids sloshing around her, fizzy and luke warm against her smooth flesh, causing tingling pain against the bite wounds.

Abdel Adham wrote:Abdel maintains his grin, watching the poor Major Wolfbreaker swaying within her fleshy prison, the digestive enzymes sloshing over the naked, curled up woman within his concubine. Blood flecked onto his armor, as she sways and dances in front of him, his featureless mask reflecting the paralyzed, wide eyed, shocked expression of the Major. In case she failed, he had to think of who he would promote to Major from the ranks of her command, and who he'd send in her place to Minktail to rendezvous with the Apophi Major Wolfbreaker had sent out to collect those prisoners...

The Apophi's dance increased in tempo and pitch, her stomach swaying from side to side, sometimes shaking so fast it shook like maracas, vibrating Kurstin's body. Sometimes, during the dance, Hathssith's arms waved in calming circles, others they folded beneath her breasts, raising them, or beneath her swaying belly, lifting her prey's curled form. The tip of the serpent's tail also began to rattle like a Rattletail Snake, which produced it's own distinct sound. The barbs of the tail were worn blades and armor, which acted as metallic wind chimes to the natural tail rattles, producing a strange musical sound unique to the Apophi species. This, combined with their ability to dance with their sabers and scimitars made them formidable blade dancers and sword singers. Both of which Abdel knew Hathssith was a master of, for the Apophi was by no means just a mere concubine, but also a formidable housecarl - a Bodyguard elite - and a Sorceress of peerless capability.

The dance changed in tempo as more droplets of Kurstin's blood flew from the black scales, and she turned her body around during wider gyrations of her hips, her glowing yellow eyes scanned the crowd of retainers of the court. One of her tasks was spotting dissent within the court of nobles, the most powerful men and women of Domescadia besides Abdel himself. She was the one to report any sniff of treason from them to him, and if he deems it necessary, as his housecarl, mete out their punishment for this treachery. Her fang filled bloody smile would promise pleasure, but hidden behind that was the threat of agonizing death for those who would cross the Emperor.

Darkstorm Zero wrote:

Kurstin Wolfbreaker wrote:The Major's wide hips and curvy derriere were the next obstacle to swallow, but the Apophi found a way, and soon, the 5'11 woman's ass bulged from the snake's neck! A deep, pained moan from the Major escapes the beast's smiling lips as she let gravity take over! Gulping gently, The Major's thighs, coiled by the slithering tongue slid down Hathsskith's gullet, bulging out her neck with both thighs, the shape easily seen by those who watched eagerly. Then the limp knees which were draping over her jaws, slipping into the mouth the calves vanish in a single gulp, before a final swallow sent the Major into the snake woman's stomach mortal stomach...

Inside, Kurstin was curled into a tight ball gradually as she was swallowed. Her head hitting the lower portion of the belly, rubbing against the sphincter which would lead to a second stomach as opposed to the intestines, and it was large like the one she had passed! Slowly, her back slid up the writhing walls, her paralyzed body unable to fight as she curls into a ball upon her lower body slipping through the barrier. Her knees are forced against her chest, her head bobbing over her knees, still paralyzed by the venom. She couldn't see anything in the darkness, her body shifting as the beast began to slither and move. She could hear the booming voice of the concubine explain the rules of the dance... making the woman's heart race...

I can't die here... I will not fail again, I cannot die here! She thought desperately, though she couldn't do much given paralysis. The stomach chamber growled, and she began to shift side to side with the Apophi's movement, the stomach's fluids sloshing around her, fizzy and luke warm against her smooth flesh, causing tingling pain against the bite wounds.

Abdel Adham wrote:Abdel maintains his grin, watching the poor Major Wolfbreaker swaying within her fleshy prison, the digestive enzymes sloshing over the naked, curled up woman within his concubine. Blood flecked onto his armor, as she sways and dances in front of him, his featureless mask reflecting the paralyzed, wide eyed, shocked expression of the Major. In case she failed, he had to think of who he would promote to Major from the ranks of her command, and who he'd send in her place to Minktail to rendezvous with the Apophi Major Wolfbreaker had sent out to collect those prisoners...

The Apophi's dance increased in tempo and pitch, her stomach swaying from side to side, sometimes shaking so fast it shook like maracas, vibrating Kurstin's body. Sometimes, during the dance, Hathssith's arms waved in calming circles, others they folded beneath her breasts, raising them, or beneath her swaying belly, lifting her prey's curled form. The tip of the serpent's tail also began to rattle like a Rattletail Snake, which produced it's own distinct sound. The barbs of the tail were worn blades and armor, which acted as metallic wind chimes to the natural tail rattles, producing a strange musical sound unique to the Apophi species. This, combined with their ability to dance with their sabers and scimitars made them formidable blade dancers and sword singers. Both of which Abdel knew Hathssith was a master of, for the Apophi was by no means just a mere concubine, but also a formidable housecarl - a Bodyguard elite - and a Sorceress of peerless capability.

The dance changed in tempo as more droplets of Kurstin's blood flew from the black scales, and she turned her body around during wider gyrations of her hips, her glowing yellow eyes scanned the crowd of retainers of the court. One of her tasks was spotting dissent within the court of nobles, the most powerful men and women of Domescadia besides Abdel himself. She was the one to report any sniff of treason from them to him, and if he deems it necessary, as his housecarl, mete out their punishment for this treachery. Her fang filled bloody smile would promise pleasure, but hidden behind that was the threat of agonizing death for those who would cross the Emperor.

The Major winced as her body squirmed and kicked inside the Apophi. While her captor danced and swung her girth, odd voices... voices of the Apophi who ate her, hissed seductively in her head:

Give in... give up, become one with me, we who serve the Master, undyinng~

"No...I'm not...I'm..." She stammered.

You're usssseless, but become one with me, and we can be great!

Kurstin punched out at the darkness feebly, at the inner voices of the Apophi witch! "I'm not going to be your meal snake!" She hissed back, kicking and punching her surroundings more fervently!

From the Wizard Tower

From the Wizard Tower down, and out and around through the complex halls of the citadel guarded by an overly serious and cold escort, Gilgamesh was somewhat anticipating the revelry coming from the throne room ahead of her. Once the great double doors of stone moved aside for them, the voices of the crowd making up the Royal Court and Abdel's dignitaries became louder. She glanced about, wondering what sort of 'entertainment' the Ace Concubine had for display, when she noticed the boots... the leather pants, the coat....

She glanced back up, and saw the swollen, mortal belly of Hathssith... swaying and bulging... the shape of the female Major from Scardia, Wolfbreaker! She was a beautiful, cold eyed woman with long blond hair... but she had something, a certain honour that persisted even though she now worked for Abdel Adham rather than Scardia. Now, Kurstin was being shown off by the Apophi's magics, her naked, trembling form sloshed about in her stomach with no sense of modesty and grace!

Gilgamesh put a hand to her mouth in shock. She had seen executions, plenty since her forced marriage to Abdel... but to his own officers?!

She stood there, stunned, knees slightly buckled. "W-what is all of this...?"

Kurstin, all the while, continued to struggle, kick and fight! "I don't deserve this kind of treatment!!" She spat, cursing and swearing as she swung her fists and stretched her naked body as far as she could, but the stiff walls were too tight to fully make use of her body's muscular frame! She could feel the eyes of the crowd leering and the cheering for her death bouncing off Hathssith's bulging purple stomach! It was getting hotter... she didn't know if that was bad or not, wasn't this to be a test of her will? A punishment for failure she was supposed to learn from? Or did the crowd change the verdict? Was she going to get digested by Hathssith?! "Let... me.... out!!" She begged, bangs that hung over her eyes now clunk to her cheeks, as she pushes her shoulder blades up into the roof of the stomach! "I'm not dying here, you hear me?!" She coughed, the humidity getting to her lungs...

Gilgamesh wrote:From the Wizard Tower

From the Wizard Tower down, and out and around through the complex halls of the citadel guarded by an overly serious and cold escort, Gilgamesh was somewhat anticipating the revelry coming from the throne room ahead of her. Once the great double doors of stone moved aside for them, the voices of the crowd making up the Royal Court and Abdel's dignitaries became louder. She glanced about, wondering what sort of 'entertainment' the Ace Concubine had for display, when she noticed the boots... the leather pants, the coat....

She glanced back up, and saw the swollen, mortal belly of Hathssith... swaying and bulging... the shape of the female Major from Scardia, Wolfbreaker! She was a beautiful, cold eyed woman with long blond hair... but she had something, a certain honour that persisted even though she now worked for Abdel Adham rather than Scardia. Now, Kurstin was being shown off by the Apophi's magics, her naked, trembling form sloshed about in her stomach with no sense of modesty and grace!

Gilgamesh put a hand to her mouth in shock. She had seen executions, plenty since her forced marriage to Abdel... but to his own officers?!

She stood there, stunned, knees slightly buckled. "W-what is all of this...?"

Abdel turned his hidden gaze from his mistress to his to be appointed Queen. "Gilgamesh my Azure Moon... you have arrived in time for festivities! I was just about to tell Hathssith here to... finish her meal." He says with a vile smirk through the open visor which normally was closed, concealing his lips. "Hathssith... you are to do with the Major as you please. If she is to your liking, I will have no qualms with you finishing your meal. After all, you've earned it for the lovely show you've given us... now, lets see it to its finish." He grinned, and with his terronian abilities, he threw a lasso of darkness and shot it out and around Gilgamesh's lithe frame, pulling the woman all the way across the room, past the Apophi, and into the Black Emperor's awaiting arms. He chuckled darkly as his eyes only fell to the Apophi's intensely wriggling paunch!

"I am afraid, your majesty, that that would be a grave mistake." came the deep voice of one of the Black emperor's most trusted and feared military generals. Oromov, the aptly named Black Serpent of Domescadia.



"You see... i was not made aware that we were SO well supplied with experienced field commanders and soldiers that we could afford to simply submit them to Hathssith's... appetites at any time we chose, right on the brink of war with most of the known world. I am, after all, only a General your majesty. One of the few whom you have charged with the task of winning your conquest of Galiavan for you. But may I humbly suggest that you not eliminate my most capable staff, before we achieve your desire, sire?"

Hathssith's outrage was all over her face, and she went to lambast, and perhaps kill Oromov for his insolence before the Emperor, but even before her swords to lash out to remove the man's limbs, his own blade, it's core glowing with pure power, was pointed at her heart.

"You have something I require for our lordship's war. Return her to me, alive and undamaged, Or I'll retrieve her by slitting your belly wide open. You've got 5 seconds."

Hathssith's delight at her lord's gift turned sour as soon as Oromov appeared to deprive her of it. Her face betrayed all the indignation and rage of her species as he spoke of the little dying wolf's necessity.

"Damn yo...!!" her voice was cut off as the purple tip of Oromov's sword pressed against her ample bosom, right at her heart. She grimaced, as she realized as skilled as she may be with her sword's, Oromov's strange powers and incredible fighting skills were not to be underestimated either. And with that, she began to expel the Wolfbreaker from her stomach, and regurgitated the woman onto the floor of the throneroom.

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand when she was done. She knew Abdel would not support her or Oromov in these situations, as he believed that conflict would make his subjects stronger in such a way.

"Take your little pet and get out of my sight Oromov, lest you feel a true Black Serpent's venom. And how I would enjoy ingesting YOU in her place!"

Oromov the Black Serpent wrote:"I am afraid, your majesty, that that would be a grave mistake." came the deep voice of one of the Black emperor's most trusted and feared military generals. Oromov, the aptly named Black Serpent of Domescadia.



"You see... i was not made aware that we were SO well supplied with experienced field commanders and soldiers that we could afford to simply submit them to Hathssith's... appetites at any time we chose, right on the brink of war with most of the known world. I am, after all, only a General your majesty. One of the few whom you have charged with the task of winning your conquest of Galiavan for you. But may I humbly suggest that you not eliminate my most capable staff, before we achieve your desire, sire?"

Hathssith's outrage was all over her face, and she went to lambast, and perhaps kill Oromov for his insolence before the Emperor, but even before her swords to lash out to remove the man's limbs, his own blade, it's core glowing with pure power, was pointed at her heart.

"You have something I require for our lordship's war. Return her to me, alive and undamaged, Or I'll retrieve her by slitting your belly wide open. You've got 5 seconds."

The emperor's smile faded as Oromov returned. It was as if the madness which consumed Abdel now and then faded, returned to the calculating man he was.

"I humbly agree with the General," spoke up the man clad in faded blue, covering his face with a dark purple headwrap. Abdel's close Advisor, Thrall, for he wasn't allowed to have a true name. He turned his heavy helmet to Thrall, then back to Oromov the Black Serpent, a warrior who catered his trust above all other generals, even his mistress and elite bodyguard, Hathssith. "Hmm..."

It was very quick, Oromov's movements were beyond reproach and he utterly had the upper hand and crushed through his mistress' defenses, before she had the chance to even apply them. "Hathssith...you have been deprived the gift I have given you, but I must agree that Oromov's logic makes sense. Aside from Wolfbreaker insulting you, I hold no anger or ill will towards her. Seeing you smile as you danced made me caught up in the heat of the moment. Hmm... tell you what, you may dine on any one of our captured prisoners, be they political or one of the Empire's notorious criminals. You may even have one of the shadow tamer clones, if you wish for a woman to replace Wolfbreaker." He offered the serpent.

He then turned to Oromov, and nodded his head. "It has been a while since you flew to the country of our enemy, I fear that once the Nekomimi is out of the sack about your identity..." he trailed off, before turning to Gilgamesh. "...you may leave now my Moon." He says, handing Gilgamesh off to Thrall and Hathssith.

Darkstorm Zero wrote:Hathssith's delight at her lord's gift turned sour as soon as Oromov appeared to deprive her of it. Her face betrayed all the indignation and rage of her species as he spoke of the little dying wolf's necessity.

"Damn yo...!!" her voice was cut off as the purple tip of Oromov's sword pressed against her ample bosom, right at her heart. She grimaced, as she realized as skilled as she may be with her sword's, Oromov's strange powers and incredible fighting skills were not to be underestimated either. And with that, she began to expel the Wolfbreaker from her stomach, and regurgitated the woman onto the floor of the throneroom.

Kurstin was losing air fast, about to succumb to the heat, the smells and lack of oxygen... when she felt an intense pain around her body jolt her back to life! Within moments, her curvy body was beginning to climb back up the throat of the scaly bitch! Thank... the Gods... she thought, arriving head first. Her slimy body emerged, hair down, naked. "Ughhaa!" She coughed and gagged, gasping for the clean, fresh desert air again!



She wheezed, glancing around the disappointed nobles, and then saw his coat... the bladed coat of her superior officer...



"Oro...*cough-hack* Oromov?" She whispered lightly.

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She wiped her lips with the back of her hand when she was done. She knew Abdel would not support her or Oromov in these situations, as he believed that conflict would make his subjects stronger in such a way.

"Take your little pet and get out of my sight Oromov, lest you feel a true Black Serpent's venom. And how I would enjoy ingesting YOU in her place!"

While she was bickering, Kurstin already slipped her hair into a new ponytail, wringing the slimy contents out and was in the process of pulling up her thong once more.



She opened her mouth to retort to the snake, but Oromov put a hand out and shook his head to her, which reminded her that by speaking out against the scaly bitch would be fatal...

As she was collecting her clothes, flushed with embarrassment in front of the court at large of her state of slimy undress, she did say one thing. "You may want to have a stock of breath mints, General Oromov will not tolerate halitosis." She says with a confident smirk.

Oromov removed his overcoat, and placed it over Kurstin's shoulders. "Go. Get yourself seen to by medical, and some rest." he said in a low tone to her before sending her out. Then he turned, his undercoat still around his face.

He said nothing as he stared down Hathssith.



His gaze then drifted upward to the throne, where the Emperor sat with his queen in his lap.

"Final preparations are nearly complete, Excellency. The first hammerstrike will begin at Lux, where we will acquire the Bavarium we need to power the full scale invasion of the other nations. Then, Galiavan will fall to your control. Just as you planned."

Oromov gave a short bow then turned to leave the throne room. But, before he left completely, he did turn back towards the snake woman slightly so she could see one dreaded black eye staring back at her. "Next time, choose your meals more carefully, Housecarl."

When she hissed at him in fury, she could see from the curl of his eyes he smiled at her, before he left.

Oromov the Black Serpent wrote:Oromov removed his overcoat, and placed it over Kurstin's shoulders. "Go. Get yourself seen to by medical, and some rest." he said in a low tone to her before sending her out. Then he turned, his undercoat still around his face.

"Huh?"



Kurstin's face turned red as she felt the overcoat grace her shoulders, her hands still around her clothing Hathssith had removed from her. She held the coat around herself, it was...warm. She couldn't help but sniff the collar, and blush a little more. Smells nice...

She was surprised that it was Oromov whom had saved her. The man was legendary among the troops, and even the world at large... but most thought he was a Lamia due to his name. One could say she harboured somewhat of a secret crush on the man, so not only did her day just feel like it went from crap to amazing, she felt even more embarrassed that he saw her in her current state!

"T-Thank you. Sir! Sir..." She gulped, before nodding and walking off. She'd do as he said for the time being...

Oromov the Black Serpent wrote:
He said nothing as he stared down Hathssith.



His gaze then drifted upward to the throne, where the Emperor sat with his queen in his lap.

"Final preparations are nearly complete, Excellency. The first hammerstrike will begin at Lux, where we will acquire the Bavarium we need to power the full scale invasion of the other nations. Then, Galiavan will fall to your control. Just as you planned."

Oromov gave a short bow then turned to leave the throne room. But, before he left completely, he did turn back towards the snake woman slightly so she could see one dreaded black eye staring back at her. "Next time, choose your meals more carefully, Housecarl."

When she hissed at him in fury, she could see from the curl of his eyes he smiled at her, before he left.

She had been out in the hall when he said that, and she couldn't help but smile since she was in earshot of his remark. She then quietly headed to the medical wing.

(to here)

General Kalili, who had been tasked with holding off the Izhevesk Tsarist Military to Domescadia's northern boarders entered briskly after The Black Serpent made his remarks. "General Oromov, it is pleasant to see you are in good health." She says to the man, before turning to the Emperor with a gentle bow. "My Lord, our northern boarders remain unchallenged by the Izhevesk as of this moment. They have not been made aware of their vessel's tragic loss in the Black Moth Ocean. The spies who were on board with the fleeing refugees are likely dead. I am waiting on my Captain's report of the situation at sea." She began.

Abdel Adham wrote:
The emperor's smile faded as Oromov returned. It was as if the madness which consumed Abdel now and then faded, returned to the calculating man he was.

"I humbly agree with the General," spoke up the man clad in faded blue, covering his face with a dark purple headwrap. Abdel's close Advisor, Thrall, for he wasn't allowed to have a true name. He turned his heavy helmet to Thrall, then back to Oromov the Black Serpent, a warrior who catered his trust above all other generals, even his mistress and elite bodyguard, Hathssith. "Hmm..."

It was very quick, Oromov's movements were beyond reproach and he utterly had the upper hand and crushed through his mistress' defenses, before she had the chance to even apply them. "Hathssith...you have been deprived the gift I have given you, but I must agree that Oromov's logic makes sense. Aside from Wolfbreaker insulting you, I hold no anger or ill will towards her. Seeing you smile as you danced made me caught up in the heat of the moment. Hmm... tell you what, you may dine on any one of our captured prisoners, be they political or one of the Empire's notorious criminals. You may even have one of the shadow tamer clones, if you wish for a woman to replace Wolfbreaker." He offered the serpent.

He then turned to Oromov, and nodded his head. "It has been a while since you flew to the country of our enemy, I fear that once the Nekomimi is out of the sack about your identity..." he trailed off, before turning to Gilgamesh. "...you may leave now my Moon." He says, handing Gilgamesh off to Thrall and Hathssith.

Thrall nodded, face still covered by the purple wrapping as he turned to Lady Gilgamesh and gently grasped her wrist. "Come along now." He said in a low, somewhat commanding tone. His blue eyes shifted to Hathssith, who was still angry over her lost meal. Though she would never swallow Gilgamesh, one of the few women who gave the Sultan some peace of mind, he did worry she may just have a lick or three if no one was looking. Then... there were the unexpected visitors. As he lead the woman out of the Throne room, he almost ran directly into Oromov. He bowed his head to the man, showing deep respect for the man before looking at his left shoulder... then swiftly returned to his duty of sending Gilgamesh back to her quarters.