August Wk. 1 Art Challenge - Sleeping Beauties!

[Ubique]

this challenge is open to any typical form of art or expression, including 2D, 3D, poetry and short stories.


thanks for the idea, winn! sleeping beauties, male or female. how can you resist their sexuality, legs sprawled so casually, placed just so, causing skirt hems to rise up unhindered and expose lengths of calf flesh. well used male slaves breathing softly on delicate pillows, bodies drenched in sweat, muscles fatigued from hours upon hours of service to their lord or lady. eyes closed. mouths slightly opened. and perhaps the shadow of someone approaching, cutting across their forms. is he going to wake her with a kiss? or something else? is that the drop of a sleeping potion on his lips? if so, who drugged him? and why?

let's see some fantastical depictions of our favourite belariath characters or races in fine repose or states of disheveled slumber!! let the audience figure out what's going to happen next! and authors, try to capture that essence of dreamland, that as yet undisturbed realm of sleep, without portraying what is going to wake them too vividly! let the imagination wander!

[Ehlanna]

And diving right in ...

[Stormbringer]

About time I joined in the fun again!

[Eraelabryn]

Bah on you, silly image link!

[One]

awh, such nice pictures this week.

[Ubique]

[mozenwrathe]

*Not all things beautiful in repose are going to waken. Some things are never meant to know the world of the shivering and shifting again. Whether it was dire exhaustion from their last battle against an implacable foe, or some overindulgence of wine at a festive event, the cause matters little. As long as their caretakers are able to set their bodies to a position where all may marvel and wonder, that seems to be what matters most. Woe to those who attempt to disturb those who slumber forever. One never knows just whom or what is watching... or how vengeful the one dreaming may be once they are dragged from their reverie.*

In The Park Inside The Town Of Sheridan
by Ruidyynäh, performer of many different songs and dances

While I was still with my second master, my Possessor, did I stumble across three high elven guardsmen. All of them were resting upon carved stone dais, with the seasons blowing right past them. Yet did the wind never touch them, nor the light rain caress their forms. It was the strangest thing, and all I wished to do was place fingers upon their cheeks. One of them looked so beautiful, I thought he was a flat chested woman to begin with. It was with surprise I found myself being lifted away by my Possessor, his claws against my stomach and his teeth close to my right ear. The worrisome growl let me know I had done something wrong, and I shivered in his powerful embrace. Tears were already falling from my eyes, for did I fear a horrible beating in public. I had not been his long, and already had I known his heavy talons upon my flesh in a rage. Though did he have me healed, knew I well it would not be my last time knowing such agony.

"These three soldiers are here for a reason, little skygge'Kvinne. Do not touch them, for they and those who came before them serve a purpose to this town. To awaken them is to commit a terrible crime, and your frail little body would be used by the entire guard until you were broken. Would they take all of my slaves and use them in such fashion. I've seen it done before here, which is why I hate passing through this place. Now then, look upon them all you wish but touch them not."

My Possessor's words showed worry within them. It was surprising that he would care enough about his slaves to simply scold me and not strike me down. Still, was it so tempting to feel the skin of that one against my own. I needed to go closer, if only to envision it for myself. Perhaps that is what alerted me to realize something was truly wrong. All of the guardsmen were in full leather dressings, with strange gemstones upon their gauntlets and greaves. Looking downwards, did I see something that caught my eye, allowing me to truly look away. It was then I felt a coolness down my spine that I have not felt before.

My body told me to remain still, but did I scamper back to my Possessor, clinging to his ankles in terror. Knew I not what had come over me, but would I rather know his volcanic shard laden whip thrice across my back than remain close to the three guardsmen. As I looked back towards them, a low chuckle came from the lips of one of the guardsmen. Though still fast asleep, he looked now as if he was smiling towards the heavens. The rain that soaked me through to my skin caused me to shake uncontrollably, and the world around me seemed to melt and then freeze. Now did I see the other six stone dais, with more guardsmen laying upon them in similar position, but only wearing the lower half of the uniform. Their faces were partially covered in helms, leaving oh so perfectly kissable lips exposed. Their nipples were hard and taunting me to go to one and suckle upon it.

As we watched, did I see their breathing cause their chests to rise and fall. Even with hands folded across their pale and yet seasoned skin, their breathing was completely undisturbed. One of them seemed to be in the midst of a nightmare, his face showing signs of strain and a sneer upon such a wonderful visage. Did he seem younger than the rest, and it was a taunt of my senses to go to him and hug him to my bosom. His arms did not move from their position, but his shoulders would rock to and fro ever so slightly, with his armor slightly askew. Upon him, did I see hip bones just barely peeking, as if wanting me to remove the rest of the armour and free them. It was all I could do to remain with my arms snuggling up to my wolven master's legs and ankles. Low mewling sounds did I hear as the rain continued to pelt me, only for me to realize they were my own.

Knew I better than to listen to my loins at this time. Looking up at my Possessor, did I see his heavy loincloth rising. This clearly showed it was not something only meant to catch females, but males as well. Anyone that knew lust and passion, it seemed, would be ensnared by the image of The Nine (as I would later be told they were called.) My Possessor loved pretty men as much as any regular woman would, insisting that making them breathe his name in the same sentence as their chosen gods was something that aroused him as much as hunting. The lure of these guardsmen was almost as bad to him as they were to me. Could I smell his lust from under his long and glyph covered loincloth despite the rains. Roughly, he reached down for me and threw me over his shoulder. Spanking me thrice to amuse and distract himself, he turned to leave the park the same way we had entered it.

"This has been educational enough. You and your slut-sisters will need to remove the images of these pointed-eared teases from my mind using your bodies. Expect to be well used this afternoon. After which, little skygge'Kvinne, you will all be coming to the public baths. You shall groom me to the best of my appearances, and after that I intend on hunting down a waking one of these showcases of fornication to demonstrate some new fun things on. Yes, this town owes me for such temptations and shall I take my payment out of some choice ass."

My reaction was to nod repeatedly and whimper in agreement. There was little else I could think of doing at the time. If anything, my Possessor was not one to mince his words when it came to something he wanted. And while those guardsmen of high elven breeding lay sleeping, could I not want to do anything else but lay astride one and cause his staff of resurgence to do some damage inside my wanton little sex. From the reaction of my Possessor, could I tell it was a strange and powerful magic that caused it, but did I not wish to arouse his ire by asking more about it. Some things, as I learned slowly and painfully, were better left as a mystery to myself. Questions some days only brought a few swift cuffs across the face and shoulder and collar pulling. Neither of which I was interested in, especially if it was to get between my Possessor and his desire to quell his rising lusts within.