Kitara Mercuria

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Nickname: Miss Kitty Race:  Celestial Tiger/Neko Hengyoki Alignment:  Lawful Strict Gender:  All/Undecided Class:  High City:  Ambrosia Guild Status:  Hellfire Guild Domina Occupation:  Professional Know-It-All Hobbies:  Whipping Painslut Pussies Harshly Domina Abilities: Aura of Command Control Breeding Detect Domination/Submission Glamour Creation Inflict Pain/Pleasure Mind Control Mystic Bonds Shadow Tentacles ~ Claiming Charity ~ Once upon a time, in the enchanted realm of Ambrosia, there lived twin sisters Kitara and Charity Mercuria. Born to the celestial Bliss Angel Mercurial and her loveslave, the submissive Painslut Breeder Elf Liana, and Lia's majestic consort, the tiger shifter Raja, the girls were blessed with extraordinary beauty, grace, and magical abilities. Kitara, the elder by mere minutes, possessed a Tigress domiant and fiery spirit and an insatiable curiosity about the world beyond their island kingdom. Her hair shimmered like spun gold, and her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief. She was skilled in the arcane arts, able to manipulate the very fabric of reality with a flick of her wrist. Charity, on the other hand, was as gentle as a summer breeze. Her pink tresses cascaded down her back like a waterfall of flowers, and her sapphire eyes held an inner peace. She was a master healer, able to soothe even the most grievous wounds with a touch of her slender fingers. Her presence radiated a calming influence, as if she were a beacon of serenity. On the day when they turned 19, the sisters received an summons from their family to join them in a rare and sacred ceremony - the collaring ceremony. It was said that this ancient rite granted unimaginable power to those who participated, allowing them to tap into the primal forces of nature. Tiger Raja led the girls to an ancient, forgotten temple hidden deep within the heart of a mystic forest. The air was heavy with the scent of incense and the soft whisper of ancient magic. A group of hooded figures, the Order of the Silver Stag, awaited them, armed with rituals and forbidden knowledge. The sisters stood before a magnificent statue of the Silver Stag, its antlers gleaming with a light that seemed almost divine. Raja handed each girl a small, intricately carved wooden box. "These contain your pieces," he explained. "Once you find your match, you must present these boxes to each other and claim each other as property." The twins exchanged a nervous glance, unsure what to expect or how they would react. But as they opened the boxes, they discovered two matching silver collars adorned with tiny gemstones. These collars glowed with an ethereal light, pulsing in rhythm with the whispers of the ancient magic. Kitara's eyes locked onto Charity's, her heart pounding in anticipation. The air around them began to crackle with energy as they felt an inexplicable connection. Zara Hellcat leans in close, her voice barely above a whisper, "I think we have a problem here, Chameleon...the ritual is meant for bonding humans not elves... but I suppose it's too late now... for this family..." She adds, with a mischievous grin. "Indeed, the ritual's purpose has been subverted," Chameleon responds, her eyes narrowing as she watches Kitara and Charity, her curiosity piqued, "But let us observe nonetheless, this could be interesting..." As if drawn by some unseen force, the sisters stepped towards each other, their collars glowing brighter. They reached out, hands trembling, and gently placed the collars around each other's necks. As the final clasp clicked into place, a blinding flash of light enveloped them, and the ancient magic surged through their veins like liquid fire. When the light faded, the sisters found themselves changed. Kitara's eyes had turned into those of a tiger, burning with raw power and desire. Her body was taut and muscular, ready for action. She felt an overwhelming urge to dominate, to claim, to possess. Charity, on the other hand, seemed even more ethereal than before. Her eyes were those of a serene pool, reflecting the calm depths of a moonlit lake. Her slender fingers now carried an unearthly strength, capable of manipulating the very fabric of reality. She felt an unshakable sense of devotion, of submission, and duty. The Order of the Silver Stag began the ritual, speaking ancient incantations as they wove a spell of binding, a magical cord that linked the twins' collars, hearts, and souls. The ceremony's climax arrived, and as one, Kitara and Charity shared a deep, profound kiss, their lips locked in an embrace of unspoken promises and untold possibilities. As they broke apart, the forest around them began to change. The air crackled with tension, heavy with the weight of the forbidden ritual. The Silver Stag's followers vanished, leaving only Kitara and Charity, now bound together by the sacred collars. Kitara's voice grew husky as she whispered, "You are mine now, little sister." Her eyes, once a fiery red, now held a burning intensity. "Mine to protect, mine to dominate, mine to breed." Charity's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but her voice remained steady. "Yes, Mistress," she said, her heart swelling with love and devotion. "I am yours to command, yours to pleasure, yours to cherish." The sisters embraced once more, their connection solidified, their bond forged in the fires of ancient magic. And so, under the watchful gaze of the Silver Stag, the twin sisters, Kitara Mercuria and Charity Mercuria, began their new life as Tigress Domme and Elf Painslut - bound together forever by the magical collars of the forbidden ritual. Zara Hellcat smirks, "Well, looks like someone's getting a good breeding tonight... literally..." She chuckles, shaking her head in amusement at the absurd yet erotic turn of events. The Chameleon raises an eyebrow, intrigued by this development, but maintains her neutral expression, observing the unfolding scene with keen interest. And so, the story of Kitara and Charity begins, a tale of dark desire, primal urges, and the unbreakable bonds of sisterly love twisted into something far more sinister and intoxicating. As they navigate their newfound roles, the twins will discover that their collaring ceremony was only the beginning of a wild, untamed journey into the depths of pleasure, power, and the darker side of family ties. Pinks: Hunting Prey, Satisfying Curiosity, Biting, Clawing, Scratching, Marking, Breeding, Knotting, Caliming and Collaring Willing Submissive Painsluts.  Rape (You), Educating Dominas, Training Submissives, Sure Things. Greens: Kinky and perverted things, including but not limited to Abuse, Angels, Bad Girls, Ball-Gags, BDSM, Begging, Blindfolds, Bondage (light to hard), Bonds, Caning, Catlings, Chastity, Choking, Claiming, Clothed Sex, Collaring, Confessions, Cuddling, Cunnilingus, Denial, Depilation, Demons, Devils, Dildos, Discipline, Dominance, Dragons, Electricity, Exhibitionism, Fisting, Flirting, Flogging, Forced Orgasms, Good Girls, Gorean, Heat, Humiliation, Ice, Latex, Leashing, Magic, Masks, Masochism, Mirrors, Needles, Nipple-play, Pet-play, Piercing, Pony-play, Power-play, Public Sex, Punishment, Restraints, Sadism, Seduction, Shibari, Slapping, Slavery, Spanking, Striptease, Submission, Suspension, Telepathy, Tentacles, Torture (sexual), Vampirism, Voyeurism, Wax-play Yellows: Abduction, Anthros, Beastiality, Body Modification, Goblins, Kobolds, Hin, Imprisonment Reds: Bottom-Topping, Gambling, Males, Shemales, Herms, Mutilation, Rape (Me),Toiletplay, Torture (non-sexual) Tell friendly! 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Player:	Carcerian
Gender (Visually):	Female
Race (Visually):	Human