*** We take the Head, all 4 hero ragers quit out, but not before Ohbehb talks some trash about how I only wake with other Imperials.
*** Then it is time to carry out Venphoria's punishment for breaking Imperial Law. I gave her the choice of demotion or putting flesh on
*** for Hanord (who always had a crush on the unapproachable bitch) to kiss. She chose flesh (duh) and this ensued. 

Venphoria says 'The flesh is certainly a punishment.'

You say 'It could be worse.'

Venphoria says 'It could be.'

You say 'Now then, do you wish to initiate, or shall I?'
 
Venphoria smirks.

You crack your neck.  Ahhhhhh, that feels good.
 
Venphoria says 'Your choice, Emperor.'

You nod.

Hanord moves in gently, brushing the flesh on your cheek.

Hanord parts his lips slightly, and closes his eyes, no doubt imagining what you used to look like.

Venphoria whispers 'I guess you're waiting on me, huh?'

Hanord makes contact, barely brushing, so soft, and expertly begins to nibble.

Hanord grows slighly more forceful, snaking his tongue into yours.

Hanord kisses you thoroughly, almost making you remember what it was like to be a woman.

 cough
Yuck, try to cover your mouth next time!

You say 'Gah!'

You say 'What the?'

Venphoria says 'Gah?'

Hanord steps back suddenly.
 
[EMPIRE LEADERS] Niglecher: Now that amuses me so

You let your mouth hang open in mock disgust.

Hanord rubs his tongue with the palm of his hand.

[EMPIRE LEADERS] Niglecher: They spew that string of crap about you waking with people Emperor

You say 'SAND?!!?'

[EMPIRE LEADERS] Niglecher: Then after they all die

 bleh
You let your mouth hang open in mock disgust.

Venphoria almost starts to laugh.
 cough

[EMPIRE LEADERS] Niglecher: They all take rest together

 Yuck, try to cover your mouth next time!
[EMPIRE LEADERS] Niglecher: Every last one of them

[EMPIRE LEADERS] Hanord: Indeed.

[EMPIRE LEADERS] Niglecher: The village is becoming more and more pathetic

[EMPIRE LEADERS] Hanord: I'd be quite amused if I didn't have a mouthful of sand right now.

 
Venphoria whispers 'I think you made that part up.'

You say 'I was really starting to feel it.'

Venphoria brushes a strand of hair off of your forehead, almost tenderly.

You say 'I don't know about you. Probably not.'

You sigh.

Venphoria says 'I don't feel...remember?'

You say 'Well, it's done with, now.'

 
Venphoria says 'Let nobody said you weren't creative in your punishments.'
You mutter quietly to yourself.

You say muttering 'I thought you hated sand.'

You grumble distractedly to yourself.


[EMPIRE] Hanord: I need a drink.