Relinquut Corpus Meum - An Advanced Roleplay discussion

Velorum's sexual lair, as it is sometimes called by him (though its uncertain if he's joking or not when he says it), is the epitome of one who chooses to spend his time seducing others into his bed. Being the original embodiment of Lust meant that his sexual appetite was rarely ever satisfied. The bedroom is the main event in his home, with the huge bed being larger than a King, large enough to easily have 6 people on the bed if he chose to (which it has happened before; he is the inventor of orgies after all). With satiny red sheets that were ruby in the dark and crimson in the light, they match well with the interior paint that is of a similar shade. The room can be draped with the scent of arousal or sexual intent in seconds despite its large size, and has been soundproofed ages ago at the discretion of other demons not wanting to hear his sexual encounters every few hours of every night. The kitchen is the second most important room to him, he has no need to actually consume human food, but he does enjoy the taste and will cook from time to time when the mood strikes him. The entire home drips sex appeal, much like he himself does, making it a perfect match for the Lustful demon.

Velorum's bathroom is actually quite the sight to behold. He takes great pride in his appearance and the bathroom reflects that along with his lustful desires that are present throughout the layout of his den. The shower and bath are separate, and both easily have enough space for at least 4 people to be in them at once so he has plenty of space for bathroom sex, one of his favorite types of sex this century. There are huge mirrors throughout the bathroom, making it easy for him to be able to see what's going on as he tangles with men or woman in the room. The tile floors are heated (because why should he ever have to walk on cold tiles to pee in the middle of the night?) and much like the rest of his home, it also has a high ceiling.

[ sorry for a shitty first post ]

The first thing that Magda's mind put together was that he was late for something. The something at this time was eluding him, lost somewhere in that space between waking and sleeping. The feel of the fabric beneath him was noticeably nicer than the usually scratchy material of the cheap ass motels most of his rendezvouses took place, and he knew immediately where he was. It didn't change the fact that he didn't want to get up.

Or rather, it was more along the lines that he didn't want to face the music of the morning. This was a repeat offender, and Magda always had the misfortune of feeling sore the next morning. He wondered how that was even possible anymore, but with this particular partner, it sorta made sense that it would be. His eyes opened against his better wishes, his face partially pressed against the satin pillow covers. He wondered how often these had to be replaced, all things considered.

After a few more minutes of stalling, Magda sat up unceremoniously. Yup, he knew where he was. This was no hazy dream sequence, and he certainly didn't need to look down to see hickeys and hand-prints etched over his skin. Lips pursed, he proceeded to get dressed, once again nagged by the fact that he was late for something important.

((psh your post is perf))

The bed was never empty when Velorum slept in his room, his latest sexual conquest usually warming his bed for whatever portion of the night that wasn't filled with steamier things. Last night had been particularly enjoyable, moreso than he'd felt for some time now. His eyes opened to stare up at the mirror on his ceiling with a smirk as he felt the other occupant of his large bed stir and rolled over to watch him as he got up from the bed, smirk widening at the sight of the hickeys and hand prints that marked his skin. He'd always been a biter.

Magda in particular had been doing a rather fantastic job of stirring things up last night, and Velorum had actually felt more pleasure than normal when he was with him, which was a nice change. Being a sex demon was good and all with a high sex drive and lasting longer, but it did mean he had to constantly step up his game and resort to kinkier things most nights to actually get off and enjoy it. He hadn't had to resort to anything of the sort last night though, which had been nice actually since usually he had to put in all the work for the kinky stuff.

As he moved to get dressed, Velorum slid out of the bed and strode across the floor in all his naked glory to head to the bathroom for a shower, which had seen quite a bit of action last night as well, and inquired, "Sure you don't want to join me for a quickie before you have to go?" his eyes danced as he looked over his shoulder at the other male seductively.

[ nur it wasn't ]

"I'm positive," was his reply, followed by his trademark smirk, "We can certainly do this again another time, but I think I have somewhere I need to be." At least, he was pretty sure he had somewhere he needed to be. The details were still hazy with his recent waking up, but he knew for now that it was some sort of meeting at Absinthe. Or well, a congregation away from Knights and Kings. He supposed it might be some sort of talk of rebellion, but none of the rooks or pawns were really that ambitious to start. Rule Hell? Magda would quite gladly let that conquest go.

He slid on his shirt, a soft hum leaving his lips. He couldn't remember much of last night, still, but he was sure it'd all clear up with a bottle of rum, or maybe vodka. That's usually how it all went. Drink, fuck, wake up, take some souls, and then repeat. Part of him, that small voice in the back of his head, whispered about how destructive and empty such an existence was, but the rest of him was adamant in keeping it shut because this was what he had wanted. He was without much worry, and he could continue on doing the things he used to do.

Turning as Velorum walked further towards the bathroom, Magda shrugged. "I guess I'll be seeing you later." There was just the slightest lilt of a question to it, though his expression said otherwise.

[ yasss it wassss ]

Velorum stood in the bathroom examining his own body after last night, having a few marks of his own that marked just how hot and steamy their night had gone as they tangled in his silken sheets. He did not always get a chance to tangle in them with his chosen partner for the night, but he had found that the ones willing to return to his....play room, as others had called it (he preferred sex den himself but oh well) were the ones where he had the best nights. None of them compared to some of his first nights, like when he first invented orgies, but last night with Magda had come damn close. Very damn close.

When he heard Magda's rejection to continue at that exact moment, his head popped around the doorway to glance at him, brow furrowing in confusion before he realized moments later why he had to leave. "Oh shit, those meetings for everyone are today, aren't they?" he said, not sounding like he cared much about it as he gave a lusty sigh. "Guess I'll have to give myself a quickie in the shower." he smirked at Magda as he turned to turn on the water in the shower, dialing the water up and striding back out as he waited for the water to heat, a hand on his hip as he regarded his chosen partner for the night. A smirk tugged on his lips as Magda said they could do it another time and he winked at him as he said, "I'll hold you to that, you know. I will most definitely be seeing you later." he chuckled as his eyes roved his body and he added, "A lot of you, at that."

[ ugh this is so bad but it'll prolly get better as I get used to Magda ]

A trademark smile flashed over Magda's lips at Velorum's comment. Leave it to Lust. He glanced around the side of the bed he'd been on to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything, particularly anything nice he may have been wearing. That, and it wasn't uncommon for him to mistakenly pick up one of Velorum's rings whenever he left. They did go for a pretty good price and they looked very nice.

Finger skimming over the surface of the nightstand, he did another turn to inspect the room. Everything else that was valuable within his reach was too big to go unnoticed, and he decided that this time he'd go home empty handed. Or well, not really considering what he did was already on his finger. He shoved his hands into his pockets.

"See ya," was his light, and airy farewell as he strolled out of the room and headed for Absinthe.

[ is this where audrey comes in and boxes both of them in the ear ]

[ well, Magda's on his way out, so she'd only be boxing vel in the ear ]

[ she'll have to be satisfied with that for now, but magda will most definitely get a beating later, and for fuck's sake stop winking whenever i say beating you perv ]

(( XD haha Audrey should totally come in right as Velorum is ah finishing up in the shower ;) ))

Velorum watched Magda leave with a smirk and turned to slip into the shower with a pleased sound, figuring that yet another ring would go missing after Magda came and went. Luckily for him, the rings were not hard to come by, and really if in return for having some pretty decent sex was the loss of a ring once in a while? He didn't mind paying the price.

Humming to himself, he stepped into the shower and sighed as he felt the water drum over his body. Unfortunately, something....came up while he was showering, making him wish Magda had stayed for the quickie in the shower. Compared to tangling with another, his own hand got immensely boring with the first week that he attempted it. He sighed and moved to take care of the issue by himself, the joys of having a high sex drive and no permanent partner just kept stacking up. Oh well, not much he could do about it, he just wasn't built for only one partner....or rather, no one was built to be able to handle him as a partner for more than one go around a day normally, and he needed a lot more than that to stay satisfied.

Fuck Velorum. Fuck him. And unlike most people, Audrey did not mean that in the literal sense. Not for the first time, Audrey wondered how the hell Velorum had become king in the first place. Oh wait, that's right━ he fucked his way to the top, she thought in disgust.

Heavy and ornate as the wooden doors were, Audrey had no trouble slamming them open, all five feet ten inches (six feet three, actually, if you counted the stilettos) of her frame shaking with unbridled, barely contained rage. "Hey, asshole!" She yelled━ digging her heel into the Armani pant leg which lay in her path, reeking of cologne (Magda's cologne, oh, that fucking bastard) before kicking it up and folding it with terrifying precision, placing it on the armchair beside her━ "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

[ it's super short i'm so sorry i'm going to awol for the next two days i tried to cram something in with mobile ]

The sound of Velorum....enjoying himself in the shower could be heard the minute she slammed open the door, the only sound heard besides that was the running water from the shower. He had a hand braced against the wall as he finished himself, grinning when he heard his favorite knight come barging in. Oh, if only she'd opt to tangle with him in the sheets, he'd make her yell in the best of ways. A pity, really. But at least he had Magda to toy with, he certainly enjoyed himself whenever the Rook came to visit.

Turning off the shower and stepping out after rinsing off, he said, "Fucking is what I was doing, actually. Though not with who I wanted." he winked at her as he whipped his towel from around his hips up to his hair to dry off and leaving nothing to the imagination. "Though, I'm up for another round if you're interested." he purred, knowing she wasn't interested already but enjoying toying with her all the same. If he really wanted, he could use his lust related abilities to make her more willing, but he was pretty sure she would do her best to kill him afterwords and seeing as how she's the only one who saves his ass when he messes up, he kinda needed to avoid adding another enemy to his list. "You want to take a seat while I get dressed? You can pick a chair if you'd like, but as long as you need a place to sit, you'll always have my face as an option if you'd like it." he chuckled and moved to his extensive closet to find clothes to wear before she truly got mad at him.

Audrey had no time for this bastard's shit. She definitely had no time for this bastard's moans, which were━ sadly━ not a product of pain, but the opposite. Her cheeks flushed, not from embarrassment, only more anger, although at this point, she wasn't completely sure what she was so angry about. The meeting, dumbass. The goddamn meeting. Right. there it was.

Audrey didn't avert her glare when Velorum came out of the shower. She didn't flinch when Velorum's towel whipped from covering the more... delicate parts to his hair (how easy it would be to kick him in the balls, but that would mean tainting her stilettos, and that wasn't a sacrifice she was willing to to make... yet). The thing was, Audrey was one of the very few people who could not only resist Velorum, but also put up with him. Contrary to popular opinion, she had no sense of modesty or propriety, only ambition. Perhaps, in this case, her single-minded concentration was a blessing, because Velorum could start humping the armchair she was standing next to for all she cared and her mind would completely dismiss it, so wrapt up in the urgent, repeating, meeting, he's late to the meeting, you're late to the meeting, fucking late to the fucking meeting, that the only visible response she gave was a low growl of disgust.

"Fuck off, She snarled, watching in growing horror as he took walked off into the closet. Oh no. Not only was Velorum lustful and arrogant, he was vain as fuck, which meant that it would literally take another hour before they━ and by that time it'd probably already be━ and especially now, when she had finally won Lilith's━ "Oh no you fucking. won't." She roared, sprinting into the closet with surprising finesse and dragging the other demon out with terrifying speed. "I will haul your naked ass to the meeting, you little shit, if you and your precious little dick aren't dressed and presentable within the next two minutes." Stampeding Walking back into the closet, she practically ripped a sky-blue dress shirt (it brought out his eyes) and black slacks from their respective hangers and threw them at him. "This should do." She said, shortly, opening another drawer (should it be worrying that she knew the layout of this closet━which was bigger than most people's houses━like the back of her hand? ) and tossing him a pair of black socks to match.

"And do something about your hair, won't you? Something that doesn't make it scream, I'm late to the meeting because I was having sex?"

"I already did, I'm afraid." he said in response to her snarled words as he sauntered to the closet, only for her to grab him and yank him right back out again. A noise of displeasure escaped him as he crossed his arms and pouted over not being able to choose his own clothes, though no doubt her yanking him out like that meant they were of course, late to the stupid meeting today. He didn't particularly care, but whatever. He glanced at the clothes she threw at him, then sighed and moved to put them on, still pouting but not really wanting to tempt fate (and his nether regions) by resisting more. His slender fingers quickly did up the buttons on his dress shirt before he tucked it into the slacks she had grabbed, though he missed a button or two on his shirt, and the tuck in was very poorly done(for someone vain he was rather bad at the minor details, all the more reason having Audrey as a Knight came in handy). He pulled on the socks next and slipped back into the bathroom to grab a brush as he commented, "I'm pretty sure everyone in the room will know that the reason I am late was because I was having sex, but I suppose that doesn't matter....maybe if I hurry I can nab some....alone time with Lucifer." he purred, that seeming to prove enough incentive to actually put some effort behind his brushing his unruly hair that wanted to curl and go every way except the direction he was brushing it. He left the bathroom again and said, "What about shoes?" he had way too many shoes to chose from than one would expect, but then again he was incredibly vain. He drifted to his nightstand to rummage in the drawer for a ring that Magda hadn't taken yet and slipped it on his finger.

Audrey groaned in disgust, graphically and terrifying accurately miming slitting her throat, rolling her eyes so far back that one might fear that her pupils had somehow drowned in repulsion and disappeared forever. However, they re-emerged, noticeably larger, on the other side, rage gleaming. Twelve minutes late and counting....

At the mention of shoes, she deadpanned. "There is a perfectly good fucking pair right next to your pathetic excuse of an armchair," she said miming to the preopsterously flamboyant velvet... thing which nearly blocked his doorway and was most definitely a fire hazard of some sort. For fuck's sake, it was even bigger than the outrageously tall mahogany doors (how did he get it in there? was witchcraft still a thing? could demons still use witchcraft? did he sacrifice something? was there a secret door even bigger than this one that she had yet to discover?).

It was clear enough that these shoes weren't his━ leftovers from yet another one of Velorum's not-so-little playdates━ but Audrey had never been one to care about such petty rules of decorum such as ownership. Besides, they actually looked like they were his size.

Velorum pouted immediately, crossing his arms over his chest and said, "Nuh uh! Those aren't my shoes. I don't wanna wear something someone else's feet have been in, that's gross." He turned his head stubbornly and sat on the bed. "They're not even Magda's or Lucifer's shoes so its even nastier." He added. It was likely the shoes from that one guy he tempted back from the bar with the promise of his whatever coming true if he gave Vel a good night in bed. He didn't really remember what it was he was supposed to have promised him, but it didn't matter did it? He turned the guy into a demon and that's all that really mattered was nabbing his soul, he figured.

"I'd rather stay here and miss the whole meeting then where someone else's shoes." He added, purposefully, to aggravate her more.