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[Leonardo S. Tensatsu]

Vehement Sultry Succubus

(T)he (I)nquisitive (M)alevolent (I)nfatuation
"Kindness is the beginning of Cruelty"
~}:Leonardo S. Tensatsu:{~

Caution: Post's may contain explicit content, language, nudity, blood, or violence.

What do you despise?

One of few remaining masters of martial arts Leo would recognize the very well executed 'Trimoon' technique along with its origin of Capoeira. Of his complete masteries this particular martial art wasn't among them as it wasn't a style he'd utilized as often regardless of his expansive training. The unpredictable nature of her current style effectively neutralized many of his specialties such as Wing Chun, and many of the close quarter Boxing style's that require a standing target rather than a tornado of spinning kicks. This left him with two particular styles to match her own unique martial art, these being his thus utilized drunken style which involved quite a bit of low down to the ground techniques, or Tae Kwon Do which made more use of similar slightly less unpredictable kicks. An enthusiast of martial techniques in spite of his reputation of power play the seductive brawler would counter her modified Capoeira style 'Trimoon' with his own clever utilization of the Eight Drunken God's Style 'Sake Spin'. This technique bringing Leo in closer to his opponent as she flips to spin her stiletto's around high, or low with minimal interval between one leg spin, and the others which should she practice she may be able to perfect into one of Capoeira's more advanced 'V - Spin' techniques.

Once she advanced within range of her extended legs sweeping out with their blade's Leo would back step once with his left leg to avoid the first leg before bringing his right up to 'contact' or kick the other spinning bladed heel at the shin, or calf. This kick not meant to stop her momentum in some epic stand still as if to boast his own physical prowess. The technique he was about to incorporate would only 'borrow' some of her momentum upon contact before his entire height drops down under the leg that had been kicked in quick succession to continuously spin his fully crouched body on the balls of his feet in rotation to the left using the force from the right kick along with his wrists, and knuckles to rotate a barrage of spinning strikes aimed to off balance, and inflict serious bruises rather than any broken bones. Given her stance the majority of blows usually aimed at the stomach or groin would smash into her stomach, and upper body instead to add a measure of 'push' that allowed him to keep spinning a short distance with each blow knocking her frame back to allow the spin for the following blow. While within such a crouched spinning stance his knee's would aid in repelling her arms almost like a spinning top edge balanced on top of another spinning top providing two potential spinning strike zones with only his wrists, and knuckles extended slightly further out from his body.

This infamous technique leaving Leo himself to grow dizzy after a short time. His spinning taking a toll that would leave him to manage a quick means of disengaging before she could utilize her blade's in his weakened state. After only a few quick rotation, enough to compensate perhaps only a few feet back his head would duck to avoid any downward knee's before finishing up his previous move with yet another infamous Drunken Style technique often known as the 'Champagne Supernova' which requires both feet firmly planted on the ground to lunge his entire body straight forward from his crouched position head first into the Succubi's center of gravity with enough force to send someone of her size flying back at least a solid five to ten feet depending on how quick she could grip the ground or stop herself from sliding back further. This however would leave Leo to land on his back on the ground with the top of his head facing his opponent with it bobbles around as if to feint dizziness, or intoxication given the styles name. From this stance he'd actually be in a position for a number of further techniques depending on how his opponent decided to advance on the opportunity of a downed opponent with seemingly no guard up.

By this are you truly known

[LADY KAMA SUCCUBOSS]

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House of a 1000 corpses by Rob Zombie
lust by Raveonettes
Bi-polar By Mayana






The next move from Leo's attempt at countering her 'Trimoon' had happened unexpectedly, and abruptly it worked with her shin hit this didn't mean he was exactly safe from her blades obviously this same move would turn out differently on their next fight. Then in a circle motion on cue like a pole dancer coming back around to start off on a new chain stunt she paused a little showing her many coils.

By the speed she had to adjust it would explain moreover why bones weren't broken from the blow if she were still moving at high speed and his accuracy was this high that he would dare get close to her shin for a counter than she expected something else, and she took all the more precaution at the current rate.

The heels were firmly planted on the ground soon after the previous hit to her stomach she ended up pressing the heels upon the floor at attempting to hold balance with her upper body leaning tad forward with one heel back practically scraping the floor beneath her crystal encrusted stilettos that hinted at having a hardness surpassing 10. Afterwards twisting at an 160 degree angle her single arm was tossed to the side as she dropped into a diagonal cut to the floor in an attempt to crash the ends of her stiletto to his head, instead of dropping a knee. Her stomp easily missed leaving her to rely on her bent left knee to drop down to support her body once again forcing her to finish her next 160 degree rotation, and soon after he would be able to finish his previous moves. This would serve to make him learn that Saphira didn't just escalate on the high speed bar. Her fatal threat level sky rocketed as well leading on to how this could've turned out into a death match with ease. Death wouldn't be Leo's case he was at full peek, this only gave her the satisfaction of going harder given the chance not necessarily did she know the exact measure of his power just a clue was enough to respect his boundaries.

The 'Champagne supernova' made her body bounce back couple of feet away till she hastily used a forced somersault from the push so that she could land with her feet pressed to the ground, and by the time she had landed she was just one feet away with so much force on her she was pushed back onto the wall causing little additional damage to her back.

Pouncing her body forward, she landed in a sitting position upon his waist her docile appearance abruptly betrayed by a heartless full throttle slap to the face in hopes of rattling up his already dizzy head. It was soon followed by a knee crashing just south of his belly button not aimed at the groin like normally served only in attempts to hold him down.

" Luck must be on your side dear Leonardo, huh?!" with this said, she expected him to finish her up. It was true that she had by passed the witch's spell and her soul was not intact at all.

If he were to fuel her again maybe he would realize that she could be his poison tipped dagger if Violet couldn't claim a powerful ally perhaps someone else will if an alliance with Violet wasn't worth it than Saphira would discard it.

For now she wondered if Leo wouldn't mind her borrowing some extra stimulus energy the soul type of fuel she needed for one thing her soul was not intact with her hands on a strong soul she'd be able to tap into her power stopping herself from dwindling back to a spirit.

Sleeping with a succubus especially a royal one was not similar to sleeping with Eve rather it would be more of the snake type though Leo and herself would probably come to understand that she couldn't be much of a threat if he so dared slept with the feral lady. At least not so soon she wasn't at the brink of her power. Plus, if Leo knew everyone wanted him dead due to his power than he'd have to take his chances on other secrete weapons that could be used against his enemies and vice versa in Saphira's case for having a high profile.

[Leonardo S. Tensatsu]

Vehement Sultry Succubus

(T)he (I)nquisitive (M)alevolent (I)nfatuation
"Kindness is the beginning of Cruelty"
~}:Leonardo S. Tensatsu:{~

Caution: Post's may contain explicit content, language, nudity, blood, or violence.

What do you despise?

While the talented Saphira had opportunity to strike during his initial hunched spin before lunging with his head, Leo vice versa would had ordinarily by passed her first leg sweep within the 'Trimoon' to position his lips over hers beneath the fabric of whatever undergarmets she had been wearing, coiling both arms along under her knee's to lift her frame up spread eagle in a manner that would of left very little to the imagination. Rather he'd find in his dizzy state that he'd quite literally bounced back, and had landed very dangerously near his reproductive organs. While in reality she could pluck them from his body only to grow a new as was the ability the rest of his physical body retained he'd none the less release a soft breathe as she spoke with a confidently playful grin that didn't conceal his acknowledgement of her accidental miss, or good nature to not spoil fruit that wasn't rotten yet.

"If you're to be my luck, perhaps I shall be yours as well."

With his bodies blood pumping he'd use the length of his intoxicating speech to navigate both black demonic appendages to coil soundlessly from beneath him to lash one with non-lethal force about her neck as the other acts as a spring to lift Leo's frame up in a burst to be followed by the tail pulling his beautiful opponent back, and down to switch their positions with the malevolent mercenary's knee's sliding under her's. This acting as the pivot point where the tail about her neck would push when it had previously pulled to propel her frame back up to stradle his in a manner that allowed him to fall forward on top of her with his evident bulging appendage concealed beneath the fabric of his pants resting heavily upon her own lower pelvic region to pin her center mass as much as instigate the searing sensation of contact growing even as his hands don't seek to pin her's. Rather in an abrupt manner he'd smash his right, than left fist powerfully into the ground right above her shoulders before lowering his face to hang suspended over her's with only minor specs of moisture to hint at their previous physical exercises.

"You are a creature of refined taste, I am sure. Stuck in a cycle of your demand against others limited supply. How would you like a man, or companion to feed from, and even with. That wouldn't leave you for petty mortal frivolties, or forsake you even if you demanded as much? Or a necklace of souls, to adorn this hungry flesh along your collar bone..."

Aiming to finish his words by trailing his enlongated tongue along the surface of the base of her neck, the previous firm tail that sought to coil about her neck beginning to grow loose before gradually constricting, and releasing in a rythem that almost seemed to provoke his own hips, or hers. Violence had a keen way of easily transitioning into Lust, and as she needed a soul to feed from so he harbored countless souls, and four unique combined consciousness's of his own she could sate her thirst upon. Leonardo's existence had began as an incarnate to fortify a physical creature enough to withstand the sheer amount of raw energy his existence within this single vessel alone harbored, as any other physical creature would swell, and rupture from the pressure's much as he'd imagine her's would if she managed to consume this vessel faster than it could regenarate its self. Leaving her to expel the energy, or face oblivion in the wake of the apocalyptic explosive bomb she'd turn herself into. His velvet words didn't speak so much about himself as he was currently being the 'man' or 'campanion' though harbored a sincere sense of honesty where Saphira was no doubt most accustom to deciet, or hollowed words.

By this are you truly known

[LADY KAMA SUCCUBOSS]

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ℭurrent Playlist
House of a 1000 corpses by Rob Zombie
lust by Raveonettes
Bi-polar By Mayana





It was safe to assume that the purple being wouldn't be much of a problem. What was suppose to be a whole show was left in an early cliff-hanger, leaving whatever spectator around wondering about their capacity against each other. A glimpse is what the spectator could capture of them practically watching them to the part they either finished each other off, or engaged in what at first appeared to be vicious grapples. It turned out to be extremely enticing as the spectator would be forced to watch this game abstractly, as unseen crystalline dust cloud fogged up the view. The dust cloud circled around Leo and, Saphira and the purple beings view went foggy becoming blurred, as if the spectator and whomever else was watching were looking through a glass of cellophane and cotton.

Delighted in their union, the Queen Of The Night was left on lock-down from the pin at a high velocity. She reached for his mouth pulling his chin down with one hand, and sucked the air out of his mouth sipping slowly savoring every bit till her body was filled at full throttle.

" We are malevolent together!" she wondered, and saw a alliance spark between them. A man such as this one needed wargasm's to restore his peace from all the stress dwelled in his mind. For sure she was an easy prey for him, but with no doubt one who he wouldn't be forgetting not in this incarnation or the next.


" Come to think of it, I never got along with mortal pawns even in my blissful age." she said, confirming further that if he was making the offer than it wasn't the type that she would refuse.

Groaning at her laps of drainage, she paused biting his shoulder swallowing his saliva from the lustful kiss she had bestowed prior to going back to resting her back against the floor still in submission.

An hour passed by and they lay there tranquilly till her eyes flashed, and slit back and forth like two pair of diamonds. Her encrusted wings lashed out from her back piercing through her back making her moan in pain as if it were the first time. The fog now making it merely impossible to see through their crystalline bubble crystalline dust that were surely mistaken to be hot foggy vapor, or a mixture of both. A set of winged horns blossomed into view, and now her charms were practically at full throttle reaching a peak of half of it's capacity with enough sustainable energy to force herself to divide the power as it was too much for her to control at such a fast phase that she wasn't accustomed her will of keeping her crystal element from eating physical material into crystalline dust was about to be loose like a hurricane with a vengeance, if she hadn't divided it in time.

Crystalline dust within the bubble containing the two immortals, shifted painting the picture of a foggy rose bud from which within bloomed out of it a revealing figure. It wasn't another being though it was Saphira, in total two of them in the same place being controlled by the same mind. It soon dwindled away towards The Great Demon Garakon while the other half who was under Leo's pin was left with him, and it looked as if she was sleeping though her body had been changing to her true demoness appearance.

Her body had felt as if it were burning with the passion of one million lovers, and her mind went shut down and a mystic unknown energy she didn't know and she wouldn't know she had because she was still sleeping forced her to not only teleport, but to steal Leo along with her till they had reached a bedroom that looked familiar to her.

to the demon kingdom

[Deus Ex Aizen]

·!¦[· xᴏᴋ-4: яᴀᴠᴇɴ; ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: ズ.ﾑ.刀.乙.ﾑ.ズ.ﾉ. ·]¦!·

Protect the past, heal my painful wounds
And live on without erasing tomorrow...

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Introductions and casual conversation had always been easy concepts for the Neohuman, though she in particular was meant for more quiet atmospheres. At the proper interval, she excused herself from the two rambunctious puppet-creatures that delighted her, a more pressing notion tugging at her thoughts. Abandoning the bar, Raven admired the grain of wood at the Lobby's entrance, feeling the texture beneath the pads of her fingers as she pushed beyond the threshold. This was one small thing she could appreciate. A dead tree was a masterpiece to her mind's eye; Raven saw art in everything. The cold blast of wind was a blessing, cooling her heated cheeks of their pink-tinged color. Her blood warmed to the comfortable atmosphere of the safe haven, yet like the wild feline she embodied, it had become stifling and stagnant, her delight crashing down around her as outside forces threatened to shatter her pleased state.

Renegade snowflakes kamikazed against her heated flesh and Raven braced the left gloved hand against her forehead, shielding her eyes against the vast stretch of snow-blanketed land and frosted countryside. Desolate, dead, and silent, the world around her was comforting. Expelling fogged trails of heated air against cool wind, Raven's exceptional vision offered her no progess or mirage-come-to-life. Her expected company had not yet arrived and it was this troublesome notion that tugged at her mind. The snow crunched beneath her boots as she slowly, wantonly wandered down the steps of the club and into the open yard of the property. An arm flung wide, the cold gusts of wind catching the red surcoat as she slipped it over her attire. The silence of the outside world was a comforting one. It was not desolate and lonely, but reminded her of Gaea sleeping, Jack Frost up to his mischievous games of fooling the world into its months-long slumber.

At her very core, Raven was an Elementalist. There would never come a more welcome, whole feeling than her connection to each element. It was not a force she controlled, but coexisted with. Raven respected the Elements and in return the mythical force aided her, contorting to her requests. She was a blazing, crimson trail in a world of white, grey and brown. Slow-paced steps carried her to the side of the building, the woman admiring the wooded area. Wanting to clear her nebulous thoughts and calm her calculating mind, Raven had wandered all over in a meandering pace--deeply engrossed in her thoughts. Her fingers were numbing from the cold, her once-warmed flesh easily conceding to the harsh, freezing temperatures.

Soon she came to rest against the side of Malevolence of Innocence, her shoulder blades pressed against the building. Something had gone wrong; her company should have arrived by now. The thin lids of flesh dipped down, the thick veil of lashes fanning and momentarily blinding her clear vision. Her head canted back, back-- the crown of her head gently brushing against the rough surface of the building. It had been unforeseen--an unfortunate circumstance that a chunk of ice fell from the roof, the dead weight unanticipated. With a dull crack, Raven careened against the wall in surprise. It was only by sheer reflex that the exposed palm of her hand pressed against the building to sustain her upright stance.

The overwhelming, raw power of a connection to the wall's enigma of an owner hit her far harder than the ice had and Raven cried out in shock, jerking away as she had been severely electrocuted. Swiveling around and stumbling in the snow, the Empath's ability sank into her consciousness. It was unlike any raw power she had ever felt, conceived or seen. She could barely comprehend the vast connections and webs branching out; they overlapped and carried on and on and on. Whoever Leonardo was--whatever Leonardo was--Raven could not handle it so unexpectedly. Dead weight collapsed into the snow, a tangled mess of scarlet, ebony and ivory as Raven slipped into unconsciousness. In the fragile world of Winter, the snowflakes continued to assault her.

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No matter how frightening it is
I won't look away if there is love at the end of everything.