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01-23-2021, 07:11 PM
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Nexii's Erotic Adventures: Maiden's Fancy
Maiden’s Fancy, Red Server
“I thought they were going to meet us here?” Nexii looked across the table at Melissa. The lavender bunny was giving her funny looks. The kind of looks that made Nexii suspicious that she was listening in on her thoughts and feelings. The cleric’s White Dragonscale Boots tapped on the floor, implying a sense of impatience. “Yea, not surprised. They never came by Enhasa for months to fuck me. And there’s been so many petitions lately.” Melissa replied with a toothy smile. She stroked her long ears to show that she did hear many things. Nexii looked a bit upset. “I was hoping to, you know. Get to know Galach and Blistig. Especially after Galach suspended the hardcores for three weeks, and that time Blistig saved me from being bind camped.” Many of her hopes were deflated. Clearly the new order of GMs was not that interested in what she had to offer. “I know what you’re thinking. You wish I could enjoy the pain and hatred you desire to inflict.” Melissa looked a bit forlorn too as she ordered a glass of Neriak Red. As the Avatar of Love, she was in many ways the opposite of the priestess she had become attached to. “You shouldn’t have that. You aren’t a good drunk.” Nexii warned. She knew Melissa didn’t have a good alcohol tolerance skill. “I’m more upset at the state of things.” She grabbed the rabbit’s drink from across the table and gulped it down. “You have Riot who is honorable but self-righteous, petitioning every minor infraction. Whereas FRAG is determined but dishonorable, refusing to concede even the most blatant infractions like tracker FTE. And don’t even get me started on the draft, giving pixels away to the weak is just sickening.” “I thought you didn’t care about guilds.” Melissa ears wavered at the empty wine glass. “You should be happy. Inter-player hate has never been greater. Riot and FRAG hate each other more than any two guilds ever have. You have officers teetering at the brink of immersion insanity.” It was funny to hear such words from an effigy of love. But she knew was she was doing – subtly manipulating her abbil (trusted) to become more aroused. “I don’t care about guilds, and that is all true. But just look at this place. It’s a dump, it’s falling apart. There’s no law and order anymore. Player killers from Perdition could come in right now and force us out.” Nexii waved a half-drunken hand clad in Vulak armor around the room. “Cleric-enchanter is the most overpowered duo. We would beat them easy!” Melissa’s eyes shone bright blue, full of idealism. “You don’t PvP much do you sweet?” Nexii doubted that Melissa knew of the bowquest meta, or that she had ever harmed anyone for that matter. It just wasn’t what she had been made to do. Melissa wasn’t about to continue arguing as she was better and slyer than that. Her hand paw pushed a second wine glass across the table and then traced across the dark elf’s notebook. “It’s supposed to be Nexii’s Erotic Adventures. Not Nexii’s Blabbing and Pixel-Lusting Adventures.” “I’m just not inspired lately. Say what you will about Sirken, but he made the TOV trains run on time.” Nexii twirled her long white hair around her finger. “Maybe you can inspire me? Funny isn’t it, a Cleric of Hate looking to her antithesis for help, the Avatar of Love.” “Love isn’t the opposite of Hate. Apathy is.” Melissa had an emotional intellect far beyond her young years. “None of this would be playing out if Detoxx wasn’t acting like a jilted lover with Arcler. If they were merely apathetic.” “I must admit it’s hot in a sadistic kind of way. Maybe I’ll set up a secret rendezvous between them.” Hate romances were a common thing in dark elf culture. The Tier`Dal knew how to hate those closest to them the most. And Nexii had been through it herself. Many of her own consorts had abandoned her, to the point where she barely considered herself a Mistress. Now here she was with a quirky rabbit that was probably more dominant than herself. “Enough talk. Let’s get a room! I’ll charm the innkeeper for a key.” Melissa implored, while holding back ideas about how to hook up Arcler and Detoxx. She was the Goddess of Love after all, and playing Cupid was one of her favorite activities. “Nilbog nerfed that in the last patch.” “Fine, I’ll give him a lap dance for it.” “I’ll just pay.” Nexii just rolled her eyes, then secretly regretted her lawful tendencies. On second thought watching the rabbit give a lap dance would have been tantalizing foreplay. Back Room #3 “Here, let me touch your skin with my ear.” Melissa didn’t wait for a reply from her bed mate. She pressed one of her big ears to the naked priestess’s chest. The priestess gritted her teeth, not wanting to let the rabbit know that her psychic manipulations were that effective in creating arousal. “Hnnn… that’s almost a worse exploit than what’s been going on with Tunare.” Nexii tried to sound unhappy, but her flush face and erecting nipples told another story. Visions of delinked mobs danced through her mind while the waves caused her cheeks to turn from obsidian to pink. “I heard on GM Island that both FRAG and Riot are about to get suspended again...” Melissa’s words were sweet like honey and caused a similar rushing high. “They just haven’t got around to announcing it yet.” “Mmm.” Nexii felt a flicker of hope that somehow this was all Galach’s master plan to bring Sirken back. Visions of a new era played in Nexii’s mind and were clearly readable by the rabbit who smiled coyly in surprise. An era that would be even more oppressive with more Kafkaesque rules to confuse the many new players. After all the weak deserved to be under the strong, receiving just enough pixels to survive. (“Lay down.”) Melissa spoke using her psychic voice. It was a subtle way of saying they’d had enough talk. It was time to fuck. She pushed the naked cleric on her back and casted Rapture on her! Once the priestess had a happy and dazed look on her face it was time to take her prize. Her soft tongue snaked into Nexii’s pussy and took a taste. And then a few more tastes. Soon she couldn’t help herself from licking more vigorously. The mesmerisation effects were known to wear off quickly, but she made good use of scarce time. By rubbing her fingers across the cleric’s G-spot she was able to make her quickly cum hard and drool on the pillow all at once. Nexii laid there, wordless as she could swear that she heard the barking of Tashan in the distance. Something logical had to explain how she had failed to resist the enchantress's trickery other than wanting it on some deeper emotional level. (“Now that was so much more delicious to me than a suspension.”) She knew Nexii would somehow get her back for being so forward. But she’d savor the moment for now as she straddled atop the awakening cleric with an innocent toothy smile.
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Nexii Vanadis | Nexii's Erotic Adventures
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01-26-2021, 01:07 AM
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big if true
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