The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
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Rebecca did not like to think of herself as the type to leer and did not want to perpetuate any predatory gay stereotypes, but when surrounded by beautiful, scantily clad women, she found it difficult not to stare. The dancer was putting herself on display, her nimble fingers undoing the clasp on her bra, letting it fall to the floor as she gyrated. Even before she realized what she was feeling, Rebecca had always appreciated the female form, and Black Licorice had a stellar form. She was there to appreciate, of course.
More importantly, she was there to make up for her mistakes with Agnes, so she had to ask how her Mistress was doing and if there was anything she could be doing to better serve her.
The hand on Rebecca’s knee moving just barely to her thigh sent a ripple through Rebecca. It was something sensual and sexual, but it was also validation. Somewhere along the timeline of her tryst with Agnes, she was taught to correlate those kinds of touches with the notion that she was a “good girl,” and cold distance with a failure to live up to expectations. The latter had been weighing on her so hard, the slightest touch had her wanting more.
Rebecca froze when Agnes cast her eyes upon the redhead. She listened to Agnes’s insinuation and the accompanying request and she blinked a few times. She glanced down uncertainly. ”Ah dinnae think Ah was aw that good,” she muttered before catching Agnes’s gaze and doubling her resolve to be good. ”Bit ye did aways bring it th’ dancer in me, Mistress…”
She looked up to the stage, then she looked down at Agnes’s lap. She was unsure how the staff would feel about her performing either option, but their approval was less of a concern. ”Whit kind ay dance woods my Mistress find most… entertainin?”
Agnes was a better dancer. If there was one thing from her old life that she could claim proud ownership of, it was her ability to move her body. It seemed to be the thing that allured both Becca and her ex-fiance, River. It was something that she was proud of and one of the few traits of her old life that she could flaunt. Now, with a new body, with a new attitude, she was more than willing to embrace this side of her again and again and again.
But, for the sake of this instance, she would use Becca’s own dance skills to fuel her ego. Becca was eager to make her Mistress happy, and the best way to do that was to accentuate the redhead’s supposed “best skills”. She was an “okay” dancer, at least accord to the hive queen’s curren standards, and surely it would give her the chance to try to make her lover happy. It was certainly better than making the redhead try to guess all night, flapping her wings uselessly against an unknown maelstrom.
May as well throw the simpering fool a bone.
Her comment was met with a shy blush from the redhead. Agnes almost wanted to roll her eyes. She knew the old Becca, the one she hadn’t fully broken down yet. The one who would jump at any opportunity to flaunt and preen like a goddamn peacock. This shyness was bullshit to say the least. But Agnes wouldn’t let any of her true thoughts flare across her eyes. That was the game, after all.
>>”Ah dinnae think Ah was aw that good...Bit ye did aways bring it th’ dancer in me, Mistress…”
She grinned. Her full attention turning to her subservient companion. This was going well. Rather than continue to try to fight the notion, Becca was playing along, willing to answer the insect queen’s whims.
>>”Whit kind ay dance woods my Mistress find most… entertainin?”
Agnes’ eyes flashed dangerously. Leaning in, she gently licked the tip of Becca’s nose, her lips curling into a look that could be considering either cruel, sexy, or both. As she turned her head to the side, Agnes whispered hotly into her ear. ”I’ll be right back.”
A small nip at Becca’s ear, Agnes was seemingly gone in the blink of an eye. Easily she slid out from her seat, was up on her feet and disappeared around a corner. She seemed like she was gone for only a few minutes, minutes which Black Licorice used to dance and move for Becca’s attention. However she was soon done with her set and moving off stage, only to be replaced by another delicate, brunette beauty. As the music switched and the catcalls rang through the air, Agnes returned but she didn’t claim her seat. Rather she was standing with a very familiar, gorgeous woman at her side -- the tantalizing Black Licorice.
Watching Becca for a moment, Agnes slyly whispered a ”Come,” and turned heading for the private rooms off towards the back. Waiting for Becca to stand and join her in following Agnes was Black Licorice. Clearly Becca would not be performing alone.
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Rebecca had not been a “shy” girl since her teenage years. Blossoming as a woman and an internet personality allowed her to proudly claim her identity and her confidence, and she was not shy about making a fool of herself on camera or wearing costumes at conventions that bordered on risque.
The idea of dancing on a pole at a strip club did give her pause since it was a realm she had never stepped into before. She knew cam girls and wished them all the luck in the world, but it was never the kind of thing she could see herself doing. The Mansion was somewhat… lax with teacher expectations, but she knew she personally did not want that to be the way her students knew her. She was confident and took ownership of her body and sexuality, but she had her own limits.
Still, if Agnes had asked, she probably would have given the stage display a shot. She was uncertain and meek partially because of the prospect of what she might be asked to do, but also because her confidence seemed to be absent around Agnes. How could she feel confident when she could make a wrong turn at any moment and face consequences? She did not want to take the stage, but that small moral qualm did not measure up to her desire to be in Agnes’s good graces.
Thankfully, her Mistress seemed to have other plans. She disappeared for a time, leaving Becca to nervously wait while watching the dancer’s display. The final song of her dance ended and the performers were switched out, but Rebecca could barely take a good look at the sexy brunette on stage before her attention snapped back to Agnes and Black Licorice making their approach. Rebecca was suddenly very curious what Agnes might ask of her.
There was only a one-word command, (one of Agnes’s favorites,) but Rebecca nodded her compliance. She followed the leader alongside the barely clothed dancer, wondering if she was picked up on a whim or if she was in the same position as Rebecca. If that was the case. How many playthings did Agnes keep around?
They entered a private room with plush furniture, velvet curtains, a private pole, and a small table with iced champagne. This club certainly spared no expense for its more private engagements.
Rebecca stood there, hands behind her back, chest out, waiting attentively for Agnes to give her direction.
Agnes didn’t bother looking behind her as she walked towards the private rooms. She knew that her allure was too much for Becca to withstand. Added to the fact that the Black Licorice was there, it only added to the temptation. The redhead was too bombarded with the sexually fueled air to even consider trying to resist her. The insect queen only grinned all the wider as she strolled confidently to the back room, pulled open the cushioned, hot-pink door decorated with stylized lips, and moved inside.
The room was smaller than the outside but with more than enough room for a private dancer and a small company of willing patrons. The champagne was chilling in the bucket of ice near a cushioned sofa and Agnes made a beeline for it. She was here to enjoy a show, after all.
Stepping forward, she deftly turned, bending her knees and giving a rather pleasant show of her curved backside before she plopped into the seat with a soft sigh. She nodded to Black Licorice who deftly stepped forward and began to open the bottle of the champagne, pouring the contents into a single, waiting glass.
Though maybe the relationship wasn’t the same as that with Becca, it was clear that the dancer and Agnes certainly had met before. As a matter of fact, she moved with such confidence and careful attention it seemed almost as if she had clearly practiced with the hive queen’s demands. But fot all the second guessing and uncertainly that Becca displayed, Black Licorice did everything with precision and the sweetest of smiles on her lips.
She was thankful to be in Agnes’ presence. Was Becca?
Agnes smiled and wrinkled her nose cutely to the dancer when she reached up, taking flute of champagne. A sip passing her lips, she sighed in satisfaction before turning her sapphire eyes back onto Becca and tilted her head.
She watched her, thinking on something before her eyes suddenly were a lit with inspiration. With a nod to her, Agnes whispered into Licorice’s ear when she leaned close. A few select words brought a smile to the dancer’s face as she glanced to Becca and nodded enthusiastically. Licorice then straightened up and moved to a small alcove where she half-disappeared around the corner. The clicking of buttons followed, then the spark of life in hidden speakers. Before long an extended but appropriate version of a rather classic song began to fill the room.
Agnes smiled in appreciation of the woman before she turned back to Becca and watched her. After a moment she sighed. ”Dance,” she said and gestured to the small stage and gilded pole in front of her; a stage to which Black Licorice was already swaying her hips and making towards. This wouldn’t be a solo performance.
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Rebecca was quietly thankful for Black Licorice’s presence, not because she had a lustful craving for the woman, but because it let her follow the lead of someone who knew what she was doing. The gorgeous dancer was wholly in her element and stood like she was ready for whatever Agnes asked her. The way she looked at Agnes, she was clearly ready to serve. They both had the desire to please the raven-haired beauty, but the dancer had the means to deliver, so Rebecca had to take a lesser role to this new woman, (assuming Rebecca was not the new woman there.)
Whether she was Agnes’s favorite pet or just one of many, Rebecca still knew she would follow Agnes’s whims. She watched patiently as Agnes gave her dance partner instructions. After a brief disappearance, a classic 80’s rock song was piped into the room. With the guitar licks coming to life, their Mistress offered one command: Dance.
Rebecca watched Black Licorice’s hips sway as she walked toward the pole, the true central attraction of the room, and she knew it was her task to follow. Her hips were not quite as voluptuous as the dancer, but they were still one of her most pronounced features, so she sashayed over to the pole, placing her hand on it and spinning around it opposite to her professional counterpart.
It took the first half of the song for Rebecca to get a handle on how to work the pole, and she realized why women would dance like this as a workout. At one point, her and Black Licorice had their legs interlocked as they rotated around the pole two feet off the ground, held up by arm strength and faith. At one point, Rebecca made a sensual move to drop her body low and slowly run her hands back up her body as she stood. Part of it was to display herself, but it was also a subtle way to impart magnetic charges on her strappy high heels so she could control them with her magnetism and cheat a bit with some of the tricks she was learning on the fly.
While the women danced, their bodies pressed against one another and they both took opportunities to slowly, deliberately touch the other’s body, but there was no true sexual contact. A small part of her was longing for it, with the environment around her filled with a sensual, intoxicating presence. A larger part of her, surprisingly, did not feel the pull to have the woman she was dancing with. Sure, she was gorgeous, but if Rebecca was craving, it clearly was not for a woman she just met. They came within an inch of a kiss at one point, their breath intermingling, and Rebecca felt a pang of apprehension. It was the feeling she had when she thought she might dance on stage; she would do what Agnes told her to, but it was not something she felt comfortable doing otherwise.
Eventually, Black Licorice dismounted the pole and Rebecca followed suit, now one dress lighter, having shed it during the beginning of a second song. She was in nothing but her black lingerie, heels, and her choker as she straddled Agnes alongside her partner. The two women slowly moved, writhe, and shake to the music, their bodies available for the Mistress to do as she wished.
Agnes purred. Reclining in her seat, she sat with rapt attention as she watched the professional dancer climb onto the stage, followed by the redhead who was letting go of her inhibitions. She was nervous and unsure but being in Agnes’ presence had been enough to knock any foolish reservations from her head. This was what Agnes wanted. This was what would make her happy and that was Becca’s whole purpose in coming out tonight, wasn’t it? She wanted to make her Mistress happy and this was the path to do so. If she stopped or turned away now then there would be no coming back.
One leg crossed smoothly over the other as Agnes grinned, watching as both women moved around the gilded pole. Licorice was obvious the more practiced of the two but Becca certainly held her own. Maybe she was just that desperate to get back into Agnes’ good graces. If that were so then the thought of such only made pulse quicken with satisfaction. This was the Becca she wanted. The broken mare who would no longer try to buck her master off her back. There was just one little snag that needed to be handled and that would be voiced in due time.
Both women disengaged from the stage and put on quite the show for the insect queen. Soon enough, both were now on the sofa with her, bodies pressed warm against her own. But Agnes was a cool one, only giving them both a small, appreciative smile, but nothing more than that; they needed to be left wanting to give more. Licorice was already trying harder, pulling moves and positions the likes of which would make even a stripclub patron blush. But Agnes paid her little attention, instead rewarding Becca with her gaze as the redhead straddled her lap.
Leaning up, her hands found purchase on the Scot’s hips, aiding in her movements for maximum satisfaction before roaming up her sensitive spine. As she craned her neck, dragged her lips across the woman’s freckled skin, pulling her head to turn, a reminder of the power that she held over her.
Licorice, though jealous she wasn’t getting the same treatment, didn’t stop in her dance. She was loyal. She knew that her patience would be rewarded.
Agnes found her way back to Becca’s ear, one hand lowering to her lacy undergarments and the others keeping her head turned, emulating the pose of a vampire readying to sink her teeth into a willing victim. A small bit was given to Becca’s neck, not one to draw blood, but just enough to mark the area red. After doing so, she whispered into her pet’s ear.
”You’ve been on your best behavior tonightt,” she whispered. ”I’m pleased.” Hot breath raced across Becca’s skin. ”Do you still need me? Do you still want to do everything you can to make me happy? Because...if you’re not serious this time...” Agnes disengaged rather abruptly and leaned back against the sofa, fingers toying with Becca’s hips. ”...you’re free to go.” She gave her a hard and yet tantalizing look. ”I don’t want to be heartbroken again.”
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Rebecca was finally feeling the dance, aided by Agnes’s guiding hands on her hips. It was just too easy to follow her lead; everything Rebecca was doing was for her after all.
When Agnes’s hands graced her body and guided her chin, she felt a wave of affirmation and satisfaction pass through her. She had succeeded and her dance had won her Mistress’s favor. Black Licorice was still there, but she was just setting a mood; Rebecca had Agnes’s attention, and that filled the void she had felt with Agnes’s absence.
She remained still as Agnes nipped at her neck, but her lip was trembling with anticipation. The tingling of Agnes’s voice so close to her ear ran straight to her center, like “I’m pleased” was a trigger phrase to let her feel again.
She was anticipating more, but before anything truly intimate, Agnes questioned Rebecca’s loyalty. She evoked the heartbreaks Rebecca inflicted, and the redhead could feel the spike of guilt impaling her heart. She had disappointed her so many times before; maybe what they were now was the one way to prevent that. ”Ay coorse Ah need ye… I want tae make ye happy.” She knew well why she had been punished, and she already arrived willing to compromise herself. ”Ah was worried abit my job an’ my students, bit.. it’s nae loch they cannae live withit me fer a class ur tois… It willnae happen again, Mistress…”
There is nothing quite like the feeling of owning something. To know that you have the ultimate power over it. Whether it be a knick-knack, a piece of clothing, or, in Agnes’ case, a person. To know that she could do whatever and whichever she wanted to her sweet little pet and always have her running right back to her side was a sweetness that she happily rolled around in her mind. Rebecca deserved so much more, she truly did, but such things needed to wait until the redhead was absolutely and totally under her control. The degree of that Agnes was just about to test.
She was close, dangerously close. She set Becca’s skin on fire, feeling it goosebump and tingle under her touch. Agnes was well-practiced is pushing Becca as close to the edge as she pleased, making her tremble and dip a few toes over the line but never fully step over it until she was ready for her to. It was her definition of power.
As Becca writhed and squeaked under the insect queen’s touch, Agnes just about pushed her to the brink when she stated the most important concern -- her loyalty. She wanted Becca, she wanted the redhead to fully belong to her, but if there was any doubt then the Scot could walk out, right now, and never look back. With a hard, serious look, Agnes sat back, rolling her palms across Becca’s bare hips as she essentially demanded to know just how serious the redhead was about their arrangement.
>>Ay coorse Ah need ye… I want tae make ye happy...Ah was worried abit my job an’ my students, bit.. it’s nae loch they cannae live withit me fer a class ur tois… It willnae happen again, Mistress…”
Agnes smiled but it was a confusing smile. It was sweet, tender, and yet dangerous all the same. She stared into Becca’s mismatched eyes for a few moments, her fingers delicately stroking the bare skin when she finally sighed and tilted her head. There was still concern in her eyes. But, with a snap of her fingers through the din, she summoned the other dancer over and gestured to Becca who was still straddling her lap.
Without needing clarification, Licorice started to gyrate and press against Becca’s back, her hands reaching around to stroke only the tenderest and sweetest spots. Meanwhile Agnes continued to rub the redhead hips, keeping her attention on the redhead, keeping her focus, no matter how talented Licorice was.
”I want to believe that Becca,” she whispered. She leaned up, kissing where Licorice didn’t. ”I want to be happy. And I want to make you happy the best way that I can.” She sounded sincere as she started to lay it all out. Her lips and hands refused to stop moving. Aided by the other dancer, the two explored Becca sensually as the insect spoke. ”But I need loyalty to do that. I need your...undivided attention…” Feeling Becca breaking and giving in, Agnes cupped the Scot’s face between her hands and looked directly into her eyes. ”I need you to give up more than just time...I need you to give up...someone…” She pressed closer, Becca sandwiched between both her and the dancer at her back. From the freckled neck, Agnes whispered hotly. ”...you can do that...can’t you? For me?”
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Rebecca could not see the way she was turning into an entirely different person around Agnes. How was she supposed to be confident and independent when she knew how often she chose her own independence and hurt Agnes. Beyond that, she wanted Agnes, so if sacrificing smaller parts of her life was the price to keep her (or be kept by her,) was it not worth it?
Her affirmation that she would put Agnes before her work was rewarded, and it was rewarded handsomely. She was showered by sensual touches and kisses from Agnes and Black Licorice, lighting her skin afire. The heat was spreading through her body and fogging her head, making it harder to focus. She was waiting for the go-ahead to return all the sex and sentiment, but until then, it was like she was going into sensory overload with lusty torture.
They were close; she could hear the approval in Agnes’s voice. Rebecca could work around her job when necessary for Agnes. Missions could be handled by other X-Men. Her ViewTube channel was a commitment she could take a break from if necessary. Those parts of her life did not have to divide her attention. However, what Agnes wanted her to give up was not a what but a who, and that stuck a pit in Rebecca’s stomach. ”W-who?”
Nimble and expert fingers moved fast, unfastening and moving away the last barriers between “scantily clad” and “bare flesh”. Becca was fully allowing herself to be lost in the grazing and exploratory touches. She moved where Agnes told her to move, she didn’t stiffen and get awkward around Licorice’s advances. As a matter of fact, Becca seemed to be falling hard into churning waters of sensuality and seemed utterly fine with being pulled under and enveloped by it. This was exactly as the insect queen had planned.
As she pressed closer, she noticed how controlled the redhead was being, allowing the two women to do whatever they wanted with her freckled flesh but not doing anything other than react to their touch. Normally whenever Becca had been so sexually charged in the past she combusted like firebomb, but not so this time. She was waiting. She was patient. She wanted permission. Oh the realization of that brought a smile to Agnes’ lips.
Agnes leaned up, her fingers and lips becoming more expertly placed where she new those secret, hidden spots on her pet’s skin that would be most effective. Already the redhead was becoming little more than putty in their hands and Agnes purred in delight. Now was the time. With her mind fogged up, with her defenses at the weakest, Agnes could ensure her control over with but a few simple words. And she would strike while the iron was hot.
Becca needed to promise herself to her, fully. It wasn’t just about her job and her duties as a “hero”. Agnes needed assurances that she would be the most important thing in Becca’s mind. That there would be no more distractions and no one would be above her. She knew she had Becca on the ropes now, which was why she would ask for the ultimate tribute from her -- the life of the only other person in Becca’s life that could possibly prove to be a thorn.
>>”W-who?”
The mirrorwalker. Agnes needed him/her out of Becca’s life. Too long they kept turning back to one another. Too many times Becca spurned Agnes for that ridiculous and self-centered hero. Becca cheated on Agnes with them and the rumors on the internet seemed to confirm that there was still something there. It was a distasteful thought, the idea that these two constantly turned to one another again and again. It seemed that no matter how many love lives they destroyed, they still refused to see that their relationship was toxic to the world around them.
That stopped here. It ended now.
Agnes amped up the pressure on Becca’s mind. Pulling off her own coat, she leaned against Becca, moving the redhead’s hands to her own body, signalling that Becca’ finally had permission to act. Detaching her lips from the Scot’s neck, Agnes leaned up and finally kissed her lips as she silently uttered one name.
”Mirror,” She then pushed forward, pouring all her passion into the deep kiss. Becca was hers, and always will be.
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Rebecca had a few partners under her belt at this point, and she could confidently say each of them was an amazing and satisfying experience. All that being said, Rebecca would be hard-pressed to claim anyone knew her body better than Agnes. No one had spent more time and bonded closely enough to have the honest dialogue that made sex better. Even as they just sat there, her on Agnes's lap, the skillful domme knew every right spot to touch and the right ways to touch her. Black Licorice assisted, but there was a distinct difference that only reminded her of Agnes's prowess.
It was hard to think about Agnes's request with all the interaction dominating her focus and overwhelming her senses, but Rebecca felt a twisting in her gut, like deep down she could know the answer. Nessa was no longer around to give up. She could have been ready to ask Becca to move out and away from Raine. Doing that would leave Raine in an apartment she could not afford, which Rebecca would struggle to willingly do. She was already considering how to cover rent for Raine as an absentee roommate.
Rebecca's hands were guided down Agnes's voluptuous body, and they took to the task with unparalleled enthusiasm. She wanted to push aside moral quandries and focus on the tantalizing treat laid before her. Agnes leaned into her and offered one name and a deep, steamy kiss.
And ninety-nine other names would have melted out of her head to focus on the intensity and heat of the kiss, but Agnes picked the one name that reverberated. She slowly faded from an eager participant in the kiss to an active participant, until she was questioning and uncertain and finally, her lips pulled away. Agnes was important. She needed Agnes and she was committed to doing whatever she was asked to keep in Agnes's good graces and affection. It was such an easy choice to make.
"Ah... Ah cannae dae 'at..."
Suddenly, when faced with choosing to give her up, it hit Rebecca: she wanted Agnes. She neededMirror Grey-Morris. There were so many things Rebecca would toss aside from her life, but when Mirror came up, something inside kept her from saying yes. It was the same thing that kept her from being drawn to Agnes's pet dancer. It was part of her realization over the past month that she could be okay without Agnes.
Mirror was important to her now; too important to give up, regardless of who asked.
The ramparts were crumbling. The bridge was falling. The walls were burning to their very foundations. Agnes could feel her sway winning Becca over. The sheer barrage of intensity and sensuality winning the redhead over. There was no way that she was going to survive this intact. Agnes would have her. She would have in any way that she pleased and no matter the begging or the shock or the humiliation, Becca would thank her from the bottom off her heart. Agnes was so confident that she granted the Scot the chance to meet her lips, just to seal the deal. She said what she wanted, what was there left but for Becca to agree?
Lips brushed lips and Becca hungrily fed into the affectionate touches -- at first. Agnes was almost willing to allow herself to get lost in the sensation when she felt the stiffness and the tightness of Becca’s stomach. Suddenly she wasn’t easily melting under Agnes’ attention but rather seemed to be struggling with something. It was enough for Agnes to notice so she attempted to redouble her efforts, pouring on the sensations by placing her lips against the her freckled neck. But no, she could feel it, even before Beccaa said anything, she could feel her trying to back away until finally…
>>"Ah... Ah cannae dae 'at..."
Agnes paused. Lips pulling away from Becca’s goosebumping skin, she slowly, so slowly, pulled away from the redhead. Her sapphire-like eyes locked onto those mismatched blue and green orbs, putting distance between them. When she had pulled away enough, Agnes was sitting up straight, watching the Scot’s face. Where once there was lust, there was now confusion. Another few seconds passed and soon enough confusion gave way to fury. Her eyes were no longe deep, inviting pools of water, but now had turned into a turbulent storm that summoned with it the most destructive of tsunamis.
No one told her no.
She stared at Becca’s face for the longest time. There was no longer the appraising gaze of an interested domme in her eyes. Rather all that was left was something far more sinister. Black Licorice was still working on Becca from behind, touching and carassing. But it wouldn’t last much longer. A sharp and oddly thunderous snap issued from Agnes’ fingers. It was enough to make anyone jump and stand at attempt. Licorice immediately halted what she was doing and jumped back to stand at attention. Her head lowered submissively, she gulped and waited. Agnes, with a harsh dismissive wave, sent her dancer out of the room, leaving Becca along with the quiet, yet infuriated insect queen.
Another few moments of hard staring and Agnes finally spoke in a low and serious voice. ”Excuse me?” She still didn’t give permission for Becca to remove herself from her lap. She had explaining to do.
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Bisexual
Married to Mirror
1,797
299
Apr 26, 2024 19:08:16 GMT -6
Aly
The change in the air was so sudden, Rebecca thought she had stumbled into a new reality. Agnes pulled away, taking the warmth of the small room with her. The action was so slow and deliberate, allowing Rebecca to watch the hurt confusion set upon Agnes’s face. Those eyes were like a punch to the gut; how could Rebecca lead Agnes on like that?
The confusion would not last, as the look shifted again and Rebecca felt her blood run cold. The hurt was reforged into something ominous and intimidating. Rebecca dared not move from her place, so she sat on Agnes’s lap, frozen like a statue, unsure of what would come next. What she had done was unprecedented, and because of that, Agnes’s anger--true anger-- was something Rebecca could not prepare for.
Agnes snapped and Becca flinched. The dancer behind her stopped caressing and fondling, but it made no difference; the redhead could hardly be expected to register feedback from her senses as her life seemed to hang in the air.
The two ex-girlfriends were left alone in the room and it was time for Rebecca to explain herself. The quivering in her voice was obvious, but mustered all she could to force the words out. ”Ah’m sorry, Ag--Mistress. Ah cannae gie up Mirror,” she repeated. ”They're tay important tae me. As a friend, an'... weel…”
This was the part she was not looking forward to; coming clean about her relationship with Mirror. Well, “relationship” in so many words. Mirror was not a girlfriend; she was someone Rebecca was seeing, just like Agnes. The problem was explaining to Agnes that of the two, she was not the one Rebecca could see more with. ”Ah dunnae know whit we coods be yet, but Ah hae bin seein' them, an'... Ah finally realized 'at is somethin' important tae me.”
Her eyes shied away from Agnes’s intense stare, looking to the spot on the couch beside her. ”This was fun, an’ Ah’ll aways care abit ye, Agnes, bit… it’s nae loove anymair.” They both knew it, she was certain. It was just unsettling to say out loud.
Agnes was...irked...to say the least. With the redhead straddling her waist, the vibe completely ruined from what it had been only moments ago, now it seemed that the tension was freezing them in place. It settled over the duo like a thick jelly, making any attempts to move sluggish and exhausting. Agnes stared at the redhead, the her words of noncompliance still ringing in her ears. Who did she think she was to deny her? Time and again Becca always returned to her side, but now it was outright defiance.
It was something she wasn’t going to allow. But first, she demanded to clarification on what she had heard. All sensual and sexual tension evaporated as Agnes leaned back, staring hard into the Becca’s freakish, mismatched eyes. What did she mean by “she couldn’t?” She stared, waiting for an answer.
>>”Ah’m sorry, Ag--Mistress. Ah cannae gie up Mirror...They're tay important tae me. As a friend, an'... weel…”
Her was frozen into a look of slight annoyance. No, it wasn’t annoyance, it was more...disappointment. In all honesty she had been suspecting this. She suspected that the two of them were running around as “more than friends”. Wasn’t that always their sickening M.O.? Always together, always longing, but never actually having the balls to be more than a booty call? This whole time she had been under the assumption that they were already seeing one another in one form or another. However, now that she had confirmation, it wasn’t any less easy to hear.
As a matter of fact, it was more antagonizing...
>>”Ah dunnae know whit we coods be yet, but Ah hae bin seein' them, an'... Ah finally realized 'at is somethin' important tae me.”
She sighed. Ridiculous. That was so purely “Becca”. To pursue what could be but never what she had in front of her. She never could stomach the idea of being in one state of being or another. Boredom was the frequent motivator of Rebecca Grey. She couldn’t be in one relationship too long because things would grow “stale”, hence stringing her around all these years. Even now, when presented with pure sex as opposed to any kind of relationship, she still sought an out.
In essence, the woman was exhausting and, quite frankly, not really worth her time. So why did she continue to pursue her? Well, this wasn’t love, after all, this was vengeance.
>>”This was fun, an’ Ah’ll aways care abit ye, Agnes, bit… it’s nae loove anymair.”
Agnes gave her a hard look. ”Get off.”
The words were said so low, so menacing, that they were more a feeling and an actual sound. Some would wonder if Agnes had actually said the words at all or if the command were given as more a thought and a feeling. Either way, once Becca would obey, Agnes would sigh, leaning back against her seat and crossing on leg over the other. She didn’t care if she were partially undressed at this point, nor did she offer Becca the dignity of her undergarments (yet). Rather, Agnes simply toyed with the lacy thing as she spoke.
”This was never about ‘love’, Becca.” The anger was gone from her voice and was replaced with something far more sinister and condescending. A smile returned to her lips as she played with the the redhead’s discarded clothing. ”And you know why? Because, you don’t know what love is. You take, and you take, but you’re never satisfied. You took my youth, you took my heart to Oxford, you took me away from River…” She stood at this point, continuing by adding a mysterious new charge to Becca’s list of crimes. In a low, dark voice, tinged with sadness. ”You took my life.”
Arms crossed under her chest, she sighed as she continued to give the Scot another scrutinizing once over. Sapphire eyes roamed over the redhead before she finally just shrugged her shoulder. It seemed that there would be no use in working her over further. So she lifted the woman’s undergarment and dropped it to Becca’s feet before moving past her.
”Oh well. I should have known better.” she gave her a firm look, bitchy look. ”You never did give promises much weight.” A pause. Then she gave her a sweet smile and nodded to the door. ”You may go.”
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Witchblade
palegreen
Bisexual
Married to Mirror
1,797
299
Apr 26, 2024 19:08:16 GMT -6
Aly
There was no way to predict how Agnes would react to Becca’s revelation. This was nothing like their past in Becca’s head because they were fundamentally different people. Neither of them were the innocent, loving girls on the floor of a library using oversized sleep shirts as blankets. They had a very unique relationship now, but surely Agnes could see that their game was fun, but it had to end eventually.
Agnes’s stare made Becca question that thinking. She was hard to read, as she always seemed to be these days. Frustrated? Annoyed? Angry? Maybe disappointed? Hell, maybe she really misread the situation and Agnes thought it was more than a game.
>> ”Get off.”
Becca’s reaction was as immediate as a kneejerk. It was not the first time she received that particular command, but this time it meant scrambling to get off Agnes’s knee and stand awkwardly in her unclothed state, awaiting what came next.
>> ”This was never about ‘love’, Becca.”
Becca’s heart sank. She knew it was true; in fact, it was almost exactly what she said. What killed her was the tone; she was being talked down to like what she said was stupid and naïve. Agnes toyed with Becca’s undergarments and it felt like the cloth was turned into a voodoo doll so she could casually play with a vulnerable, trembling Becca between her fingers.
What came next cut deep. Deeper than any wound or word inflicted on the redhead. Agnes accused her of never knowing how to love. She painted the picture of Rebecca as this selfish woman who put herself first at the cost of the woman she claimed to love. She made it clear that what happened to them and where they were now were just results of her actions. Rebecca could scarcely breathe as that pressed down on her, because Agnes was the one person who could make sure those words carried weight. They loved each other once; Rebecca was sure of it, and yet as she looked back through the history Agnes drudged up, her heart sank.
”You took my life,” played in her head, echoing like a bell intent to drive her mad. She watched, her heart racing in a panic as Agnes approached and just dropped her clothes on the ground before dismissing her. There was an invitation to go, but Rebecca could not move. Not when years of her life were crumbling around her.
”Why though?” Her voice was trembling and her eyes were welling with tears. ”If thes is hoo ye feel, why dae aw thes? Th’ pet names, th’ collars, th’ sex! Th’ cuddlin’ an’ kissin? If Ah took yer life, why come back at aw?”
Tears were rolling down her cheeks now, but her eyes were not angry. They were hurt, confused, and filled with a deep shame. ”Ah ne’er meant tae hurt ye, Aggie… Ah was nae perfect, but Ah looved ye…”