PIXEL PLEASURES OCT 2020

C O N T E N T S
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Pixel
Sincerely,
Niz, Alaeryn, Irimiel, Sue, Laura
LETTER
FROM
Welcome to our October issue! We are so glad to have you
with us on our second release! This time, we took it up a
Hey everyone,
Pleasures!
step higher with the interviews, features, and much more.
How do you like our new banner? It's made by our new
member Irimiel!
On this issue, we are showcasing the talented mod creator
Sacrificial, the YouTuber CreepySims, an in-depth look on
the "Extreme Violence" mod, a steamy story by Alaeryn to
warm your insides, and our first-ever Simblreen lookbook
selected by our very own Laura! Also, we're having Knox
Greenburg & Kylo Ren as our centrefold!
We hope you enjoy our offering to you!
Our Kylo Ren is made by Viltor87!
PS:
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HONEST
G e t t i n g t o k n o w C r e e p y S i m s
O P E N
Pixel Pleasures' Contributing Editor Alaeryn Emlu'rathian chats with CreepySims about her work
on YouTube and serving some wickedness into her Letsplays and more.
The Sims, before all else, is a
virtual sandbox. Given a slew of
tools-- build items, aspirations,
whims, clothing, and careers--
Simmers are able to craft the
characters and dramas that best
please them. Adult mods only
enhance this ability. While the
family-friendly expansion packs
offer plenty to play with, adult
mods like Wicked Whims and
Extreme Violence elevate
storytelling to often gross, grim,
and hilariously anatomically
correct new levels. These mods
allow Sims to make realistically
unpixelated love, to smoke
themselves into a slow-headed
stupor after a long day’s work, or
to beat their unsuspecting victims
into bloody bits.
Naturally, storytelling Simmers like
Creepy Sims take full advantage of
these mods. Creepy Sims in particular,
well-known for her high-energy Let’s
Plays and Broken Libido Challenge,
wields adult mods to weave intricate
machinima on her YouTube channel.
Brazen and bold, Creepy Sims brings an
freshly unapologetic voice to the world
of Sims 4 machinima. I sat down with
Creepy for what proved to be a
remarkably candid interview.
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Alaeryn: It’s an absolute honor to speak with you. Your
high-quality body of work certainly speaks volumes on your
behalf. Let’s get right into it. Let’s start with the basics: where
are you from? Where did you grow up?
CreepySims: I was born in Stoke-on-Trent, England, but
moved around a lot growing up. Never stayed in one place
for more than a few years. Finally settled in the small village
of Eccleshall in Staffordshire when I was around 9 years old,
stayed there till I moved out on my own.
A: How, if at all, did the place you grew up influence your
storytelling?
CS: I’m an only child, and moving around as much as we did,
meeting people was difficult, so instead I’d put all my efforts
into playing games; it was my favourite pastime. It’s been me
and my mom for most of my life, and we never really had
much money, so I used to spend my time playing The Sims
with my cousin on her computer. My uncle gave me his old
gameboy, and my other uncle later bought me a Wii. Then
mom saved up enough to buy me a laptop, and I admit,
that’s where my love of gaming really flourished. I’ve never
really been close with my family, but looking back, I’m
grateful for what they did, taking an interest in me.
A: Your channel has grown to almost 15,000 subscribers!
Well done! How does it feel?
CS: I’m grateful that my channel has taken off as well as it
has, I wasn’t expecting it at all. I had an idea, and I ran with it.
It feels amazing having so many people so invested in the
story.
A: You’ve made it abundantly clear that you’re passionate
about creating stories for the adult community; have you
ever received backlash for this?
"I’m grateful that my channel has taken
off as well as it has, I wasn’t expecting it
at all."
CS: Yes, I’ve received a lot of backlash, mostly people taking
things I’ve said out of context, or adding distasteful
comments or memes in my videos after an event had
occurred. I’ve addressed this as best I can by being
somewhat mindful that not everyone has the dark sense of
humour that I have, and I’ve edited out some scenes that
people found most offensive in Sims of my very early
episodes to the Broken Libido Challenge. There are those as
well that feel basing a story around adult prostitution is
distasteful in itself; however, we’re all entitled to our opinion.
Again, with my dark humour, the point is to make light of a
somewhat tragic situation and turn it into something
beautiful.
CS: Yes, I’ve received a lot of backlash, mostly people taking
things I’ve said out of context, or adding distasteful
comments or memes in my videos after an event had
occurred. I’ve addressed this as best I can by being
somewhat mindful that not everyone has the dark sense of
humour that I have, and I’ve edited out some scenes that
people found most offensive in Sims of my very early
episodes to the Broken Libido Challenge. There are those as
well that feel basing a story around adult prostitution is
distasteful in itself; however, we’re all entitled to our opinion.
Again, with my dark humour, the point is to make light of a
somewhat tragic situation and turn it into something
beautiful.
A: You’re a big fan of modders like TurboDriver, Sacrificial,
Nisa, and Basemental. Are there any new features that you’d
like to see in these mods?
CS: I applaud all mod creators as I can imagine the demand
for them is really high, especially when it comes to The Sims.
If anything, I’d say Turbodriver has hit the nail on the head
when it comes to realism, and if I were to add anything
extra, it would be targeted more towards the animation
creators rather than Turbodriver themselves. Like, I’m still
waiting for the ability to have sex in the pool guys, not just
the ladder. Come on.
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A: We all have our favorite Wicked Whims animators — who’s
your favorite currently and why?
CS: I’d say Azmadon22 is still, by far, my favourite animator!
There is such a wide range of positions, toys, the introduction
to stripper poles, cages etc. It was Azmadon who really took
me out of my comfort zone when I first started using the mod,
and I’ve just been in love with it ever since then. So for that
reason alone is why Azmadon will always be my go to!
A: You work as a mental health nurse, and it’s clear that you’re
passionate about the job. How does your background in
mental health inform the stories you tell and the way that you
interact with the public?
CS: It’s probably no surprise that I’m exactly the same person
at work as I am outside of it, I’m very consistent in that
respect, and I pride myself on being as open and honest as
humanly possible. Some would say I’ve had a troubled
childhood; however, I can’t really complain about how much
love and support my family have shown me over the years
despite that fact. I’ve always been drawn towards the medical
field, with a burning passion to help those in need, and with
that passion comes a very active imagination. You need
imagination in order to do the job, as people can be very
creative in their intent on any given situation. So I guess my
stories will always be an expression of the people I have come
to know, myself, and my experiences. My hope is that by
doing so, I can inspire others to embrace things for what they
are, rather than what the world wants for you.
CS: I must admit, the demand for more content is evident,
and I have been struggling to keep up on occasion. But at the
same time, my job is very demanding, and it can take a toll on
my creativity at times. I don’t want to stop what I’m doing, and
so if need be, I will take a few days away from the computer to
recharge my batteries as it were. And I find when I do this, the
story just seems to creep up on me in the most unexpected
way, and I get excited to put it into motion again. I enjoy
gardening, and my house has turned into my project also
which helps to blow off some steam.
A: In many ways and for many people, The Sims acts as an
escape from normal life, especially for those who find
themselves stressed, anxious, or bedridden. What’s your best
advice for Simmers and content creators alike who struggle
with mental or physical illness?
CS: I’ve come across many people, viewers of mine, that are
faced with everyday challenges both mental and physical. I’ve
befriended a few over time that have become a part of my
other videos I have on the channel that isn’t Sims related. I’ve
found we help each other in some way shape or form that is
very complimentary to our current needs. I guess if I was to
pass over some wisdom [it would be this]: let your passion be
the expression of your innermost feelings, and don’t be afraid
to let it be seen. The Sims is a great platform for anyone to be
themselves or whoever they want to be, but don’t allow it to
rule you. You can easily get lost in the virtual world; you need
to know when to take a step back from who we believe
ourselves to be, and embrace who we really are.
A: Speaking of mental health, how are you taking care of
yourself during these very strange times? I know you recently
had to take a three week break to recuperate from various life
stressors.
A: In a recent Q&A, you said you are a big supporter of the
LGBT community and added that “a spade is a spade.” Can
you expound on this idea?
CS: I embrace everyone and who they choose to be, though
sometimes the way I say things can be taken out of context in
this regard. For example: I say it how it is, and I’m to the point,
so if say, I was approached by someone who is physically still
a male but identifies as a woman, I’d respect their wish and
address then however they wish me to, but from a medical
standpoint, that person is still a male until they’ve gone
through surgery. That’s what I mean by “a spade is a spade.”
Some people don’t like to hear it like that, but what I ask you
to understand is that I’m a nurse, and I have to think about
these things in a practical sense.
"You need imagination in order to do the job, as
people can be very creative in their intent on any
given situation."
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A: You’re drawn to the macabre, which I love. I think we
all have our own beasts and demons that we must
understand and come to intimately know. That’s what’s
so compelling about Halloween, at least for me. So tell us
— what’s your demon? What’s the monster you keep
locked away?
CS: That’s a good question! One I’m not sure I can truly
answer properly. Not because I want to keep that part of
me private; as I say, I pride myself on being an open
book. I’m very curious; I want to understand that which is
misunderstood and why people fear it so. And I don’t do
things by halves-- if I’m invested in something, I’m going
to see it through if it kills me. Though I do have a dark
side like everyone does, but if I had to put it into words...
I used to struggle with anger quite badly growing up, and
it’s taken years of practice to kinda get a hold on it.
Though I still have bouts here and there where I just
need to take a step back and evaluate my options before
I do or say something I may later regret. So I guess you
could say that’s something I like to keep hidden from my
viewers because I’m here to make myself and others feel
good, but even I can admit that I’m not perfect.
"I’m very curious; I want to understand that
which is misunderstood and why people fear it
so. And I don’t do things by halves-- if I’m
invested in something, I’m going to see it
through if it kills me."
A: I had to talk to you about Skyrim, which I agree may be
the greatest game ever made. What are your hopes for
Elder Scrolls VI? I’m also praying you’re a big fan of
Dragon Age, too. It’s almost just as good.
CS: Skyrim was my first love when it comes to RPG openworld
gaming, and my hope is that the developers will
not stray away from the simplicity of how little a fish you
felt in such a big pond of monsters, both human and
non-human. Like, I hate politics, but basing your own
story around a civil war that you get to choose which side
you’re on was the icing on the cake for me when it comes
to Skyrim. And it’d make me want to play again to see
what differences there were between choosing the
opposing side. They really had it right incorporating
decisions that would have a lasting impact on your
gameplay. I loved how you could marry NPC’s, have
multiple houses in different regions, and build your own
house! Haha, it was so great! And then they ruined that
nostalgia by making Elder Scrolls multiplayer, and I just
couldn’t throw myself into the game when there were
hundreds of other players attempting the same mission
[as I was.]
I [can] rant forever about how bad that game was for the
hype it gave. It is my hope that they’ll at least give us the
option to go online multiplayer rather than have no
choice in it. But in my personal opinion, no matter how
much money and time they sink into making a new game,
it’ll never be as good as the original. I’ve never really
invested my time into Dragon Age I must confess,
however I could be persuaded.
A: There have been whispers about a Medieval/historical
expansion pack in Sims 4 circles. What are your
thoughts?
CS: Personally, I adore anything vaguely resembling our
distant past, so I’m actually really excited about this pack,
if indeed [the rumors are] true! Between you and me, I
do actually have the Sims Medieval game that was based
on the Sims 3 mechanics. I was hoping to play it again on
the channel at some point, but that’s something I’d have
to consider when introducing a new pack with the same
style.
A: Is there anything else that you’d love our readers to
know about you?
CS: I’m content in knowing that my content isn’t for
everyone, and I don’t expect everyone to be on the same
wavelength as myself. But I appreciate that people
continue to enjoy the series for what it is, despite me not
having the best equipment. I’m upgrading slowly, which is
a nice change of pace, and I wouldn’t have considered
investing my time and money into YouTube if it wasn’t for
all the love and support the channel has received. This
year has been abysmal for everyone, and I sincerely hope
that one day I can invest more time into making
interesting stories with The Sims. I know it may not seem
like a lot compared to other channels, but every single
viewer, new or old, means the world to me. I really
appreciate having the opportunity to speak with you and
your team, and greatly look forward to reading this
month's issue. Thank you so much for your time and
support of the channel; it’s been one hell of an
experience, and I hope to experience more of what this
platform has to offer in the future.
Catch Creepy Sims on YouTube and bingewatch
her "Broken Libido Challenge"
series!
Follow her on Twitter: @CreepySims
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THE SIMS 3
SIMBLREEN
HAUL
GHOULS
JUST WANNA
HAVE FUN!
by Laura (@mmoutfitters),
Custom Content Guru
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Halloween has always
been the perfect
excuse to show some
skin.
Whether your sims
want to roleplay or
just want to slut it up
for a night, we have
the perfect outfits for
your Sims to show off
in.
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Dress
your
best!
Be
your
best!
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Some creators offer
unique and sexy
Halloween CC!
They can be found
across Tumblr, TSR,
and LoversLab.
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Venusprincess, JoshQ, LadySmoks, and Non-
Sequitur are some of the creators behind these
Simblreen-worthy pieces!
Check our CC department for links to all
the outfits included in the article!
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BY ALAERYN EMLU'RATHIAN
Contributing Editor
Sims 4 strives to imitate the real world, but the real world is
terrifying.
Aesthetically, Sims 4 is a kaleidoscope of pleasing, cartoonish
colors. It is quirky without becoming disturbing; it is tongue-incheek
without becoming offensive. These features, which
make the game palatable for a generalized audience, provide a
fictional high-gloss veneer to the grit and grime that is reality.
Often, Sims 4 modders strive to strengthen the resemblance of
Sims 4 to real life or at least to disturb what is inherently “safe”
about the Sims. One of those modders, a giant in the Sims 4
modding community at large, is Sacrificial. Father to such
mods as “Extreme Violence,” “Life’s Tragedies,” and “Zombie
Apocalypse,” Sacrificial firmly delivers game mods that are
uncomfortable, gory, and cartoonishly violent. He marries the
grim reality of terrifying life with the strange hilarity of the Sims:
serial killers pose with pistols for selfies; Sims are able to hack
each other to bits with axes; murderous moms can choke their
targets with grilled cheese sandwiches.
I sat down with Sacrificial for a revealing interview. Most know
Sacrificial as a mind-bogglingly prolific modder with several
popular mods under his belt. Our interview unveils Sacrificial
as not only a tireless, creative genius but also as a man
sensitive to the injustices and cruelties of the world at large.
He is at once thoughtful and outspoken, kind and calculating,
decisive and empathetic.
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Play
with
Taking
Life

“A shocking scene is unfolding here in
Meadows Park as another female body has
been discovered. The woman, now
identified as Nancy Landgraab, was
found early this morning by a jogger.
Sources close to the case have confirmed
that Mrs. Landgraab is believed to be the
fifth victim of the Goldilocks Killer.
Eyewitnesses saw a Sim dressed in a bear
suit run out of the park moments before
Mrs. Landgraab was discovered. The
Goldilocks Killer is believed to be a
middle-aged Sim, wearing a bear costume
and targeting blonde women. Police
have no new leads on the suspect and is
asking the public to come forward with
any information. This is Fiona McIrish
reporting for Sims Global News."
A click of a button and your screen
goes black, you sigh and look over
at the bear costume on your couch.
You’ve gotten away with it again,
but for how long? You look out the
window and see you have a new
mailman or rather, mailwoman. You
walk outside and greet her with a
smile as you compliment her on her
lovely golden hair.
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The First Step
This mod is very easy to install. Download
and open the file, drag and drop this into
your mod folder. Done. You don’t have to
worry about conflicts. I have packed my mod
folder with script mods and have yet to find
one that doesn’t play well with Extreme
Violence.
Non-violent Interactions
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Taekwondo-kick a bitch making
fun of your bear costume.
Who wears socks with flipflops?
Give badly-dressed townies a
kick in the crotch.
Although these interactions are not
deadly, these will leave Sims bloody
and bruised. They’ll walk holding
their stomachs for a while to show
they are injured. Sims might also pass
out after taking a beating while other
Sims will run away terrified. So
whilst getting into a bar fight and
smashing a bottle over someone’s head
might be fun, you will walk away with
a bad reputation. The higher your
points, the worse your reputation, and
the more negatively Sims will react to
you.
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Deadly Interactions
It is time to get rid of your noisy neighbor
in some pretty gruesome but fun ways.
Click on the Sim you want to
kill and choose from an array
of deadly actions to seal his
fate: suffocate him with a
diaper, stab him with a pen, or
even choke him with a grilled
cheese sandwich.
Kill your desired Sim with an
axe to the head.
Burn that bitch with fire.
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My personal favorite is “gun down off bike.”
It’s pretty dramatic and ends with a huge
explosion.
Finally, a note of caution: when your Sim goes
on a killing spree, Sims notice and so do the
police. Your Sim can get arrested so have your
Sim try their best to murder others
discreetly. As the bodies pile up, the Grim
Reaper will let you know that he is not very
happy with having to work this hard.
Of course, I just ignored him. This proved to
be a bad move. The next time the Grim Reaper
saw my killer Sim, he beat him up senseless.
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Clicking on your Sim and selecting the “Gang”
option leads you to an interaction called
“Invite CBT Queen over”. (CBT stands for
“Cock-and-Ball Torture". Yikes. -- Editor) Do
not select this option. Either it’s a bug on
my end or I can’t find the option to turn it
off, but all this Sim does is walk around and
kick other Sims in the crotch. Your Sim does
nothing else but fall on the ground while
clutching their privates or stands around
waiting for the crazy, so-called “CBT Queen”
to kick them again. Any action you select for
them gets canceled. They also keep spawning to
the point where I had 8 of them in the Spice
District just beating the hell out of each
other. It was bizarre to say the least and
killing them doesn’t help. Even their ghosts
will beat you up.
There is so much you can do with the Extreme
Violence mod that the only way to really
appreciate it is download and play. From what
I’ve seen in the last month, there are a lot
of exciting new animations being added to the
mod. Gone are the days of removing pool
ladders or removing doors to starve Sims. With
this mod, players can kill their Sims in much
more creative ways. Release your inner
psychopath.
***
Sacrificial's groundbreaking Extreme Violence mod is
available for download at his website:
www.sacrificialmods.com
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"It is good to see him smile and I am glad his mind is occupied
by something other than his ex-husband." She examined the
Great Hall and admired the hanging moon lanterns, her
favorite of the palace decor. After Alaeryn was no longer in
earshot, she smiled, her hyacinth-blue eyes shining brightly.
"Oh, Roma, I do hope he is happily surprised and that this
Mythias behaves himself. To think! We will have Alaeryn,
Arch and Myth all under the same roof! All of the stories I've
heard about your adventures! I am glad Mythias accepted
your invitation; after all of these years I will finally meet him."
She kissed her husband quickly on the corner of the mouth
and then pried herself from him. "I had better get changed; it
is getting late, and our guests will be arriving soon. Wait until
you see the gown I have picked out for this evening. It's a
lovely, form fitting gold number with a sheer bodice. You'll
love it."
"I have no doubt of that," Romalyn said, grinning. He
removed a freshly rolled cigarette from his jacket pocket and
began to smoke; plumes of shimmering purple smoke rose to
the vaulted cathedral ceiling, and he was satisfied. The smoke
invoked his hunger, and it was all he could do not to eat
before all the guests arrived. "You'll enjoy Myth's company.
He's a gruff fellow, but has plenty of stories to tell. And
despite his demeanor, he is the one who loves Al more than
his own life. Hell, he gave his own life for him once, which
proves my point. At any rate, my wife is gonna look so damn
sexy tonight I'm almost nervous. If Arch gets any dirty
ideas..." He paused, considering this carefully. "Actually, if he
gets any dirty ideas, I may indulge him. It is your birthday
week after all."
Later that evening, after most of the guests had arrived,
Alaeryn entertained Cole in the parlor, practically sitting in
his lap, curling brown fingers into his silver hair, and giggling
at everything the man had to say. He swung his legs into
Cole’s lap and crooned.
“Oh, you rogue! After the birthday dinner and no earlier! You
devil!” They kissed long and hard.
”Must you do all that in the parlor?” Romalyn teased, hanging
in the parlor doorway. Alaeryn blew a raspberry at him in
response, then slid his legs from Cole’s lap.
“Fine. But only because it’s Rimi’s birthday. Is dinner ready?”
“It is. The kids are here. My wife looks hot. Arch is hovering
overhead as we speak—“
“Is he? God! I’m single! I can suck him off all I want and no one
can stop me— oh, Cole, sweetheart, of course you can watch.
Hell, join us.”
“There’s someone else too.”
“Oh?”
“Na’ba. Come on. Dinner time.”
Alaeryn, hand in hand with Cole, swept toward the Great
Hall. He’d freshened up a little, gathered his braids into a
tight halo pile on top of his head. His robes were the
billowing white garb of Watchers, intricately beaded and
beautiful. While passing through the corridor with Cole,
he froze, suddenly rooted to the spot, his heart
hammering, his knees weakening, his mouth drying.
“N-no.... It can’t....”
Mythias Tiermian, the mad shadow, leapt from his black
carriage in one fluid movement. He was heavily cloaked,
his hood pulled over his eyes, but Alaeryn knew that
mouth more than he knew any other mouth in the world.
He backed away, incredulous, even as Mythias greeted
Arch with a grunt and bowed lowly before both Romalyn
and Irimiel.
“Al-Malikka. Al-Malique. A pleasure. I trust I’m in the right
place? Unless there are some other elves farther east who
will be damned pissed when I don’t show.”
“It’s good to see you, Crow.”
“And you, Al-aitidel. And you.”
“God! Irimiel gets more beautiful every time I see her!”
exclaimed Arch, bending over the queen’s hand several
times and kissing up her arm. He elbowed Myth out of the
way, earning him a hard slap on the back of the head. “Oh!
Devil! Mythias, you haven’t changed!”
“Al-Malikka, accept my deepest apologies; you've had to
suffer this idiot without me around to shove a good boot
up his ass. It won’t happen again.”
“It’s him. God! God! It’s Mythias!” Alaeryn thinks, his heart
in his throat. Myth stepped into the castle, dark, brooding,
pushing down his hood, and their eyes met.
“Alaeryn.”
“What... what the hell is he doing here?”
Irimiel laughed airly, stepping forward to greet Arch
Garrett with a gentle kiss on his cheek. She touched
Myth's shoulder.
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"You mustn't apologize, Mr. Tiermian. Arch Garrett and I are
good friends. I have grown accustomed to his elaborate shows
of affection; besides, my husband does well to keep him in
line should he forget his manners." Fluttering between Arch
and Mythias, Irimiel took both of them by the arms. She
spoke to Alaeryn, her voice lilted and melodic.
"Are you just going to stand there with your mouth agape or
am I going to have to keep all three of these handsome men to
myself this evening? I know it's my birthday but I am not sure
my husband will entertain such an idea."
Alaeryn was silent several moments, and he and Mythias
appraised each other with surgical precision. Mythias, a
looming black specter, and Alaeryn, smaller but heroically
defiant, stared at one another, unmoving. Cole muttered
something, and Alaeryn did not hear him, but Mythias cut his
eyes in the man's direction. His responding smile, crooked
and slow, menacing, with an aura of lunacy, wormed over his
sensual lips.
"I should thank you," he began icily, "for taking care of what is
mine. I'll reclaim him now if you don't mind." He strode from
Irimiel's side, then placed one big, rough hand at the small of
Alaeryn's back, who swatted him away."
I am not yours."
"You are. You always were. And you always will be. My soul
has sought you for years. As I know yours has mine. How
many men have there been, Alaeryn? Men with eyes like
mine, mm?"
"I--""
They looked like me but were not me. Come. Don't be
ridiculous a second longer."
This seemed to reach Alaeryn who, despite his earlier
hesitations, was drawn to the mad shadow. Cole winced, and
Alaeryn looked at him apologetically.
"I... stay. Please. The hour is late, and the food will be
delicious. We'll still have our time together."
"Not if I have anything to do with it."
"Damn it, Mythias. Stop."
He only grunted, but his expression-- smug and jubilant--
revealed he knew his own triumph.
At the dinner table, Mythias and Alaeryn sat very closely to
one another, catching up, and Romalyn pulled out a chair at
the head of the table for his wife.
"Mission accomplished, I should say--" He laughed,
pressing his lips to his wife's hand. "Happy birthday,
moonlight. Thou art the sun and moon and stars in the
sky of my soul. Know this. Know this always."
Arch Garrett, perched on Irimiel's right, drank her in
openly.
"It is... your birthday, but I was wondering if you and dear
Roma would be in the mood for one of your delightful
shows afterward? I haven't been able to think of a thing
else ever since our last tryst."
Romalyn drank deeply from his frothy goblet, smacking
his lips with satisfaction."
That is up to my wife. She may have whatever she desires.
However she desires."
Irimiel placed her hand on her husband's thigh, knowing
that what she would say would awaken the possessive
beast in him.
"Why, Mr. Garrett, it is my birthday, isn't it? And my
husband has been kind enough to bring you here,
practically serving you on a silver platter.
She laughed, lowering her face and turning her eyes up
towards Arch Garrett. She studied his face from under her
full, dark lashes. She boldly reached across the table and
placed her hand on his forearm, turning her body towards
him.
"And you look at me like I am the main course tonight…!
Mr. Garrett, you flatter me, honest you do... I have half the
mind to skip this lovely meal and take you and my
husband straight to our private quarters. Eat up, we will
save the dessert for last, mm?"
Irimiel's words had their desired effect; Romalyn, seized
with jealousy, grips his wife's hand on his thigh. He turns
his sharp, cutting gaze on Arch Garrett, who is blissfully
oblivious, completely enthralled with Irimiel. His words
are measured, clipped, ravenous.
"You may watch as much as you please. This eve... this eve
I plan to remind this beautiful woman for whom the gods
made her. I'll not stop until I've filled her, til she leaks me.
Dost thou understand?"
Garrett snapped to attention, his throat tight. His words
clamored clumsily through his teeth.
"I-- God! God, I'll watch all night if I need to. Do I get even
the smallest taste this eve? I still remember..."
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"Only time will tell," grunted Roma, but his cock jumped a
little at the memory.
After a while, cooling himself with several gulps of water,
Romalyn stood to address their gathered friends and family,
his wine goblet raised.
"To my wife. Mother of a nation. Queen to our kind. Long
may she reign. Hayael!"
The hall erupted with a resounding "hayael!" and more
courses were served.
Irimiel smiled wickedly from behind her wine glass.
“Mission accomplished…”
She sipped her wine and then raised her glass.
"Thank you all for coming here tonight to celebrate with me,
it wouldn't be a birthday worth celebrating if I didn't have all
of you to share it with" Placing her hand back on her
husband's thigh, Irimiel squeezed it gently and leaned in close
to whisper into his pointed ear. "Would it be awful if I were to
excuse myself from this lovely gathering and ask that you
follow?" She licked a warm, wet stripe along the side of his
neck and nipped his earlobe; she whispered to further enrage
the jealous beast in his gut.
"Mr. Garrett grows... impatient. The proof is in his bulging
trousers and quite frankly, Al-Malique, I wouldn't mind
releasing him from those constraints..."
The fire in Romalyn's loins climbed to a maddening
crescendo. He watched the distance between his wife and
Arch Garrett slowly closing, her grip on his arm, the rising
lust in her eyes, and it awakened his most primal needs.
Without thinking, he turned his face to capture Irimiel's lips
in a hard kiss; his rough hand found the back of her head,
twisting into her golden locks, and he encouraged their
tongues into a slow waltz.
"Na'ba. Go. I'll meet the both of you in our quarters."
He drained his goblet of wine, watching the two of them
confer. Garrett, handsome and blonde and forthright,
immediately engaged his wife in a long, winding story about
sea pirates and island adventures. He stood, then offered his
hand so that they may lope into the royal quarters together.
After addressing the crowd a little and touching base with a
few of their more prominent family members, Romalyn
wound his way through the castle to find his wife and the
pirate in their private quarters. Garrett, shirtless, wandered
the room with a cigarette gripped between his teeth. He
engaged Irimiel in lively, useless conversation.
Upon entering, Romalyn stripped down to the waist, then
clamped a smoking cigarette between his lips. The two
men appraised each other, silent, until Romalyn grunted
his desires.
"Woman. Clothes off. You. Bard. Please her. With your
mouth and nothing more. I'll tell you what to do next."
Garrett’s mouth fell agape so his own cigarette went
tumbling from his lips. He fumbled for it, stammering.
“I— God in heaven! Whatever do you mean? I— You would
allow?”
”Na’ba, bard. Dost thou require more specific directions?
Spread my wife’s legs. Taste her wetness. Suck her clit. Get
your fill of her before I change my mind.”
Romalyn undressed. Arch Garrett watched him, his eyes
wide.
“Sh-shall I... shall I also...?”
“Did you believe I wanted to watch you please my wife
with thy clothes on, bard? Undress. Let us see you.”
“Y-yes, my king!”
Arch scrambled out of his clothes and boots, then folded
them carefully on the windowsill. He turned his attention
to Irimiel, beautiful, shining Irimiel, and his mouth
watered. Still, he hesitated.
“My king, are you quite certain? If I remember correctly,
the last time I sipped the nectar of the queen, I caught a
boot to the face—!”
Chuckling, Romalyn, now nude and bronzed, the muscles
of his ass flexing as he crossed the room, closed the
distance between himself and the bard. He placed an
uncharacteristically tender hand on the bard’s cheek, slid
it through the man’s blond hair, and then drew his mouth
close to Arch’s ear. Arch’s skin prickled with gooseflesh.
“Guess we’ll find out, eh?” Romalyn stroked himself.
“Come. Don’t keep your king waiting...”
Irimiel undressed, watching as her husband and the bard
confer; she studied their expressions: the wicked, tender
smile that crossed her husband's lips as he stroked the
bard's cheek and leaned dangerously close to his nude
body.
“What is he whispering?” she thought.
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Irimiel, thunderstruck at this exchange, hovered between
jealousy and arousal, hurriedly pushed her way between the
two; she placed her hand around the back of her husband's
neck, pulling him into a bruising kiss, her tongue thrashing
against his. She pulled from him, raking her teeth against his
bottom lip and promptly turned to the bard.
"It's your turn to kiss me, Mr. Garrett..."
She placed her hand on the side of his face and drew him close
to her lips. Right before they met in a kiss, she placed both of
her hands on his shoulders and encouraged him to kneel
before her until his face was at eye level with her
womanhood. She hooked a finger under his chin, tipping his
face up towards her own.
"Kiss me, here—" She shifted her hips so that her soft mound
of short blond hair brushed against his lips.
Arch Garrett, never one to disobey the orders of a powerful
woman, sank to his knees immediately. His blue gaze
flickered to Romalyn, silent bronze statue that he was, and
then he slowly lifted his hands to grasp Irimiel's generous
hips. His fingers grazed across the soft flesh of her fine ass,
and they wandered down the warm valley between her ass
cheeks. He heard Romalyn, stroking himself, grunt violently.
"Watch it, bard."
"Ah! Y-yes, my king. T'was worth a try. Yes?" He gazed up at
Irimiel and, mouth watering, he closed his lips over her
awaiting sex, allowing the soft hairs of her pussy to graze
against his teeth. Her sharp, sweet musk filled his mouth, and
his cock leapt, leaking. He caught Roma's eyes again, even as
he stroked himself, and this emboldened him. He sucked on
Irimiel's hard, wet clit, explored her warm insides with his
tongue, and relished the smooth, soft silk of her wetness. "M-
My queen. Thou art... exquisite. A finer dish I have never
tasted!"
Romalyn approached his wife from behind, beginning to rub
her breasts, fingering her nipples into pink stiffness. His cock
slid between the hills of her ass, rubbing against her, and he
reached down between her legs to better expose his wife's clit.
"There, bard. Suck on her more just here. She loves it this
way." He busied himself dining on his wife's neck, whispering
into her ear. "Tonight. I will fuck thee apart..."
Garrett buried his mouth in Irimiel's wetness. He sucked her
clit, swirled his tongue around its throbbing head, and
fluttered his tongue over her pussy lips.
"Enough." Romalyn grunted after a while. He yanked his
wife away from Arch's administrations. "Come, woman.
Show the bard the way you suck off the king. Mm? A little
lesson in cock sucking."
"My king -- I assure you that my skill in such an area... if
you would only allow me to demonstrate...?"
"You will watch. And you will learn. And then... we will
see."
Romalyn forcefully steered his wife to their bed, where he
lay down, cock standing, weeping pearls of cum.
His mouth agape, his own cock big and red from the show,
Arch Garrett watched them hungrily. He wasn't sure how
long he would last; he was embarrassingly close to
cumming already, but he certainly didn't want to
disappoint the handsome king or the sumptuous queen.
Irimiel was silently grateful for her husband's
interception; between his cock against her ass and
Garrett's mouth around her throbbing clit, signs of her
arousal were nearly impossible to conceal.
"Yes, Mr. Garrett, watch closely and I'll teach you a thing
or two about pleasing a king, mm?"
Pushing her husband down on the bed, Irimiel straddled
him momentarily, her mouth meeting his in a passionate,
hungry kiss. She hovered her dripping wetness over his
fully erect cock and swirled the head in delicious circles
over her pulsing clit. She wanted him to feel how wet she
is from the bard’s administrations.
"Now I'll taste what Mr. Garrett was sampling while I
please you"
She nipped at his bottom lip and kissed down his throat,
chiseled chest, and abs, making her way to his soaked
cock, now slathered in her own wetness. Swirling the tip
of her tongue around his swollen head, then taking inch by
agonizing inch of him into her mouth against her warm,
wet tongue. She reached up and raked her nails gently
over his bronze chest and muscular thighs as she steadily
bobbed her head over his cock. Finally, she wrapped her
alabaster hand around the girth of him, stroking as she
sucked the tip. She glanced up to her husband's face from
under her heavy, dark-lashed lids. The bard stood at their
bedside, red cock in hand, dripping onto their marble
floors. She watched him a moment, then made eye contact
as she took all of her king deep into her mouth and throat.
Cupping his balls in her free hand, she gently massaged
them.
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"Come closer, Mr. Garrett...."
There was no mistaking that his wife, the queen, knew
intimately how to please her king. Her mouth, slick with need
and the shining warmth of her own wetness, slid along his
shaft, lingered in the places he loved, while her rapid, darting
tongue wrapped around his girth. Romalyn propped himself
up on his elbows, dipped his fingers into his wife's golden
curls, and lifted his lips to meet her mouth, fucking her face,
encouraging himself deeper down her throat.
Garrett, slack-jawed, reddened cock leaping as he watched,
stood swaying at the side of the bed. His blue eyes darted
between them, as if he couldn't decide who to watch more.
Irimiel's generous hips swung like a pendulum as she
satisfied Roma. Roma growled and yanked at her curls,
grunting orders, and sometimes -- in flutteringly heartstopping
moments, Romalyn lifted his silver gaze to meet
Arch's own.
"Do you hear your queen? You wouldn't disobey her direct
orders, would you?"
He held his wife's chin in one hand, pulling her mouth off his
cock.
"Come, woman. Our fine friend has soaked thy pretty pussy,
hasn't he? It's now time for him to see... who this pussy
belongs to."
He grabbed her roughly, guiding her over himself, positioning
her over his hips, and forcing himself balls deep into her
warmth. He thrust upward, fingers gripping her hips, then he
grunted further instructions at Arch. He grunted, already
beginning to peak but willing himself not to.
"Bard. Come here. Lie down. Just here. Yeah. Right where you
can see my dick sliding into my wife. Get real close. See how
dripping wet you've made her? Do you see how fucking wet
my cock makes her? I.... ngggh... every time I withdraw... lick
her juices from my cock. Do you understand? And then...
service her as I fuck her this way."
"Gods! Sir! Art thou certai--?"
"Na'ba. Let's see what that talented tongue can really do..."
Arch Garrett scrambled in place, nearly tucked into the nook
of Romalyn’s hard arm, and then craned his neck in close to
watch Roma’s cock sliding slowly in and out of his wife’s
wetness. His dick, brown and bulging, shone with Irimiel’s
juices. When Romalyn lifted his wife’s hips, so she hovered
over his tip, Arch dove in to wrap his tongue around
Romalyn’s cock. The king groaned, one hand finding Arch’s
blond hair.
“Good boy. Now my wife.”
Arch swallowed down her good-tasting clit, moaning,
salivating, her juices running down his chin. Roma yanked
him away by his hair and then began to fuck his wife
again. The room resounded with the echo of wet flesh on
wet flesh, and the hot musk of three bodies on the edge of
release.
Irimiel was dangerously close to peaking, if it weren't for
Romalyn's intervention at that very moment she certainly
would've cum right against the bard's eager tongue.
“He had to have known I was close—he knows my tells all
too well..."
Between Arch's administrations and the fullness of
Romalyn's cock, she was drunk with pleasure, high with
intrigue, and she wanted to explore the unknown.
"We aren't finished with you just yet, Mr. Garrett!"
She leaned over and took Arch by the hand, pulling him
close while lifting herself from Romalyn and placing
Arch's trembling hand around his cock, still slick with her
juices.
"Come, pleasure my husband while I watch, mm?"
She straddled Romalyn again in a reverse position so that
she had a prime view of the bard, her dripping pussy and
full ass spread before Romalyn's face. Bending forward,
she placed her delicate hand under Arch Garrett's and
stroked her husband in tandem with him.
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Irimiel felt her husband's body jolt, the tensing of his
muscular thighs, the grip of his fingertips on her hips, and she
knew. She knew he had climaxed, and waves of tremendous
jealousy flooded through her body. Uncertain of how to react,
feeling both anger and arousal, she swiftly turned to face the
two. Before she could come to her senses, she pulled Arch
Garrett's mouth to her own in a hard kiss. She suckled his
tongue, the familiar taste of her husband's seed still lingering
on his lips. She wanted to remove the taste of him from Arch's
mouth. It wasn't his to enjoy.
"Now with your mouth while I stroke him."
Before he knew it, Roma watched his Irimiel position herself
over his salivating mouth. Her soft, velvet-warm pussy
dripped onto his tongue and teeth, and he slurped at her,
completely forgetting himself. His hands gripped her
generous hips, leaving red half-moons deep into her flesh. He
wrapped his full lips around her twitching clit, and as he
sucked on her, he felt another warm mouth envelop his hard
length. He knew Irimiel's mouth-- knew every corner of her
delicate tongue and jaw and throat-- but this mouth was
different: it was the powerful mouth of another man, and
Romalyn was shocked at his forceful sucking, the eager
administrations of his powerful jaw, and it was all Romalyn
could do to stop himself from cumming. In fact, there was no
preventing it. His orgasm bulleted through him as he
released a hot stream of cum into Arch's awaiting mouth.
Arch, pleased, swallowed up every drop of the king's cum and
then began licking up and down his soaked shaft.
"My king... I.... "
Garrett, at his own peak, while sucking and licking the king's
shaft and dropping down to suckle his balls, stroked himself
into greater pleasure. He came messily into his own palm, and
then crawled over Roma to lick Irimiel again, his tongue
sometimes meeting Roma's own. He passed between the king
and queen, licking one and then the sucking off the other...
"It's my turn."
She arranged herself neatly between the two naked, sweat
dampened, still panting men.
"You will make me cum.... Together..."
Through the foggy befuddlement that was his climaxsoaked
brain, Romalyn observed his wife kiss the bard. He
knew she expected his jealousy, and his rage did sweep
unhinged through his every limb, including his spent cock.
He grabbed his wife to press searing, demanding kisses
along every inch of her flesh. He kissed her, the warm salt
of her sex filling his nostrils. He licked her thighs, the
bowl of her belly button, and the slick places beneath her
breasts. He filled his mouth with her pussy, imbibing her
almost violently, and before he knew it, Arch Garrett had
joined him. The both wrapped their tongues in tandem
around her clit, rubbed her generous breasts, gripped her
porcelain skin. When Romalyn lifted his wife’s hips and
shoved himself, finally erect again, into her, Garrett set
himself upon Irimiel’s breasts. Her nipples stood, pink
and sopping from his administrations, and she moaned,
writhing.
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The two men, her husband thick inside her,
and the bard-pirate dutifully suckling her
breasts, were nearly too much for Irimiel to
bear. Her back arched, her golden hair a halo
around her head, and her hips tossed.
Romalyn, incensed, was a beast -- the violence
of his thrusting, pumping hips felt as though it
would split her in two halves. The headboard
slammed against the stone wall; the three of
them howled with pleasure, and a climax rose
and exploded like wheeling, falling stars in her
sight. The room dissolved, and she knew only
herself, only her pleasure; there was the hot
ecstasy of her husband’s seed crowding her
insides, the eager lapping of the hungry bard at
her nipples, and her own raucous orgasm that
shook the castle walls to its very firmament. In
the end, she embraced both men, and she lay
together with them in a sticky, sweaty,
satisfied heap.
***
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