nu███████XXX███████XXX███████XXX███████ numineWE OPENED ` THE DOOR♕》*ANDHEWASTHERE,ANDWITHIN bad apple
xxx n×◞KILL ⊰THE(DEMON)*⇣HE'S AN a**l♕RAPIST! by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:NO BUT REALLY, HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOU. YO BOOTY RATCHET.
The young man prattled and wailed at West; he spoke of a presumption, undeserved, though he only spoke for a time before his voice was muffled, then gone. The demon did not ask why, he only welcomed a change of pace. Not long after, the young man offered his name, and so West knew what to call him. That was something of a relief, as "Incubus" fell short on him when overused. It felt bizarre, too -- calling him something that West had been, once, as if it were a foreign entity. "Alphonse," West repeated. "I won't whisper a word of it to anyone else. Your identity will be my prerogative." The younger man began to embrace him as he walked forward, seeking either attention or affection, the separation finite. West returned his embrace, though reluctant, as he didn't like for any potential future suitors to witness him give such heed to another. There was a distinct difference between a man walking another to his room, and one cuddling up with another through the long hallways of a hotel.
Then again, this was the Red Light district, and no one really gave a damn when someone underwent an exalted march to the nearest soft sheet. "I'm not fond of training people. It's so dull to repeat lessons you've already mastered yourself, especially when you have no more interest in combat. It's so boring to even bother fighting, now. When there was a challenge, it was entertaining. But I can just seduce anyone I feel like. The ones I can't, I can slay them so easily. You'll find that perhaps life is at its greatest when you are the underdog. There are many things you can still experience, while growing nonetheless. When you've become exalted, then even the most exciting things become very dull. The only one exception is probably . . . sex." He grinned. That certainly sounded like something Lukhan would say, a man on his own league, just like West. There was little distinction between the demon God and the demon of Axiom, perhaps the greatest difference being the aptitude for pain. West did not revel in scars and humiliation.
"The regalia I speak of is a soul. Some choose to believe otherwise, but it is proven that all entities possess a soul, save for plants and synthetics. I have a soul, you have a soul. God Herself has one. But there is a difference in what mortals have, and what spiritual creatures have. I used to be like you, plain, and with a quite ordinary essence filling me. But now I'm something better -- I'm a demon. As I said, you were close, earlier. I am not an Incubus, I am a Desire Demon. It is the last stage that you can approach, if you are one of our blood. Few ever reach it, though." Only a few in history had, and they had been lost in the sea of time. West did not plan to be one of those lost people. He would spread the glory of Kala, Lukhan, and himself to the stretches of Axiom.
Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 2:46 pm
"It's Alphonso. Get it right." Whether the man had misheard or had simply omitted the last syllable. "Thanks." It wasn't that he had any big secret to keep or anything, but he just didn't like being made a public spectacle of. Not only that, but there had been many potential lovers out there that he had left heartbroken that had vowed to find him no matter where he was, and having his name broadcasted would only make it that much easier for them to deliver on that promise. Al would not look good with a gaggle of brokenhearted men and women nipping at his heels to come back to them. He would rather the ground open up and swallow him whole than go through any of that. As they walked through the hallway that would undoubtedly lead them to the room that the man had apparently reserved for himself, Al listened to the reasons behind the things said earlier, and for a moment he had to stop to look at Dominic and digest it all. The bit about no longer being fond of training people was understandable. Going through the same regimen with people who felt like they knew more than you was bound to get repetitive and tiresome in no time at all, but the part about the regalia of which Al was just now hearing about intrigued him to no end.
It was a soul that was being spoken of, and the fact that every living entity had one. Al did not know this, having thought that only the humans possessed a soul. He had always thought himself soulless and wicked, a fact instilled into him from the words that had been written on that letter in his mother's handwriting that had contained his name. From what some people who knew what he was off the bat had called him.. But he was no hearing that he did have a soul, and so did this demon that was explaining it all to him. The comment about him being plain was not lost on him, and he would harbor those spoken words and carry them with him for the future. So Dominic was a demon; a Desire Demon as he called himself. Al found himself frowning slightly as they made their way closer to the door that would most likely be the room that the man was inviting him to. The Incubus stopped and turned back to him with his back to the door. "Do you think I have what it takes to become this...demon as well? I wouldn't want to remain plain for the rest of my life now would I?" Al stepped out of the way and gave the man room to open the door so they could enter. "If it will be a problem for you to teach men then I can find someone else to do so. It doesn't really matter really. It'll only be like a refresher course if anything."
Dawn of Seduction [ Passive Abilities ] • The Demon's Dance The way the Incubus seduces others with their charms. Regardless of rank, the affected will find it very difficult to deny them. If the subject is two ranks lower then the user, they're automatically seduced. The higher ranks can be seduced as well, but it'll be more difficult. Once captured the target focuses only on the Incubus, sort of like tunnel vision blocking out the surroundings. To clarify, seduction is energy. It is not eye-sight or hearing based. It's an aura that pushes outwards and seduces people. It can't be blocked by barriers/etc. People seduced will not attack you, and you can basically force them to do things depending on what you say. They won't hurt/kill themselves or attack another person.
• The Game This can only be applied to someone the Incubus has met before. Since Incubi appear simply as men, it's impossible to tell them apart from others. The moment you interact with them, they can register your desires. They'll remember you, and discover the aches and wants of your body. They'll know what sort of kinks you're into, and what type of person you like. They can use this to seduce you in person, or they can use it to manifest in your dreams. They'll send a little fraction of themselves to wherever you lay your head at night, and corrupt your body with their touch. When a victim is stronger and more able to resist them, they'll stick to beautiful and elated imagery to keep you hooked on your fantasy world. Timid and fearful victims will often be tormented with their desires, controlled by them rather than gifted them.
When a victim is truly infatuated with their fantasies, or crippled into submission by them, the Incubus has the power to manifest their spirit completely. They will then loom over them, and please their bodies however they want. This is most often used simply for the personal satisfaction of an Incubus, but can also be used for assassination purposes; ie, if the Incubus has reason to kill the target he's seduced, he will. The Incubi cannot use this ability to teleport to people while in combat, or to teleport to people who are in combat. The opponent will not suddenly be alarmed by the Incubi, but worked into it. They'll know they're coming, and will eagerly await them.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 12:15 pm
Lilith took a moment before answering the question, seemly gathering her thoughts, to articulate the best response. Of course, this left the bipolar succubus to contemplate the last few hours. She had rushed into this relationship, yearning for something more. Longing to belong somewhere; to someone. Nox wasn’t sure if Lilith fit the bill, but she came damned close. She genuinely liked Lilith, so much so that she spread it like the plague. That took confidence; trust. Trust was hard to give away these days, especially for Nox. Yet even still, this woman standing by the windowsill, captivating the sheer essence of beauty, had earned her trust, and swoon her in the process. Nox’s gaze shifted from her equipment to the alluring Succubus in front of her. It was hard to look away, after the intimate things she’d experienced. After a bit, Lilith spoke, noting that there had been many people before her. That brought a slight frown to Nox’s face, as her thoughts swirled with instances of sadness. Lilith went on though, stating that this was different. “I’m glad. You sort of had me worried there.” Thoughts quickly altered, leaving behind whimsy, happiness, and hopes for the future. Lilith closed the gap between them, walking over to where Nox sat. An extreme closeness followed her words, and Nox could feel her warm breath against her skin. She tried to focus on equipping her gear, but Lilith didn’t let up. Her lips touched an ear, a hand grazed skin, lips touched marginally, and that was the beginning. Her question answered, a new attitude towards ‘playing’ with her newfound lover emerged. As Lilith wanted Nox, Nox desired Lilith. She wanted to be with her always, because when around her, the awkward masque dropped and was replaced with a more flamboyant masquerade. After teasing her, Lilith positioned herself in front of Nox. Instead of just helping put on the armor, Lilith amped it up, opting out for a more intimate way of helping. Provocative actions ensued, as she touched Nox’s bare skin, running her hand up her thighs. The calculated languid movements, for lack of a better phrase, simply turned Nox on. “Are you doing this on purpose?” The answer was clear, but Nox didn't want to sit there like a wall, mute. The greaves on, it was apparently time for the gauntlets. “Oh joy, what’s this going to be like?” Even with the tone of sarcasm, the question was genuine, for she lusted for more. And that she would receive. Lilith maintained efficiency, even when providing Nox’s body with ‘attention’. Gauntlets in hand, Lilith went behind Nox, pressing herself against her back and leaving no space in between. It went without saying, Nox could feel ‘everything’ through her thin shirt. Straps were buckled, necks were suckled, breasts were fondled, and people were gratuitous. Blushing the whole way through, Nox stood up, following Lilith. “T-thanks for the help.”
Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 2:50 pm
nu███████XXX███████XXX███████XXX███████ numineDO YOU HAVE ` WHAT IT TAKES♕》*TOKILLAGOD? bad apple
xxx n×◞KILL ⊰THE(DEMON)*⇣OR HE'LL KILL♕YOU FIRST! by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:LIKE HE DID DANIELLE LOL
The soul was the source of all magic. It was a gift by Michael, not Kala, that all mortals needed in order to live, and to battle. However, Kala could offer others her own form of magic; demons took off bits and pieces of her own entity, and they drew from her, the source of darker magic. One could say that all regular forms of magic drew from Michael's own spirit, and all dark magic from Kala. They were certainly generous with their gifts, as even enemies were allowed passage through their energy stream. It filled the whole universe, and allowed people the basest of essentials; life, liberty. It was not religious bauble. It was necessary. Many forgot that fact, or perhaps they were never taught. West knew only what Lukhan whispered to him, in the fleeting moment of their spiritual union. Every day, his memory of that charade faded.
He let it fade entirely for now, as he acknowledged the Incubus once more. "Alphonso," West repeated. He'd gotten it wrong the first time, somehow. Perhaps it was because his mind was on other things; magic, souls, demons, training. He'd almost let it slip his mind that Alphonso was inquiring on all these things, as West himself was still quite unsure on the principles of any. If he could speak to his Maker yet again, then perhaps he would know. Until then, he'd reiterate the few things he knew. "You have what it takes. Every Incubus does. We're smarter than others, more attractive, more cunning. And we have infinite lifespans. If you don't get it by the end of the century, you can at least guarantee it in the next one." He smiled, strangely. The thought of his eternal wandering was both a pleasure and a pain. He believed he could become strong like Kaminae, like one of the Gods amongst mere mortals. But the prospect seemed less appealing, the longer he went on.
"I'm not a special case, you know. I was just a regular guy, but born into a world of s**t. The strife I was born into isn't over yet. If anything, the world is only getting worse. Old Gods return, Empires rise and fall, and the people remaining grow stronger, harder. The people I knew way back when were a lot weaker than the ones I know now. The strongest survive, and that has proven itself. I'm proof of that, Alistair's proof of that, Jasper's proof of that. And if my wager is correct, there's one stronger than any of us still wandering around." A vampire, he knew him to be. One of immense power, that he witnessed with the 'spyglass' he knew as omniscience. Then there was Kaminae, who he thought of often, as she was a prospect that towered over all.
Alphonse could be one of them. He could, even though he probably wouldn't. West would have to devote himself to this man, if he would get so far. That was a strong commitment, that he wasn't sure he could keep. "I'll teach you," he said. It wasn't a declaration of this long commitment, but the start of something on the path to that. "But you've gotta help me out, too. My mind finds itself divided between my two heads, and sometimes one can't think before the other is pleased. Needless to say, that time has come." He lunged forward, and smothered himself in Alphonso's body. West's large figure covered his, and he caressed him as he breathed against his skin. "Isis will come looking for me soon. Our best opportunity . . . is now."
The flattery would get him everywhere with Al, if he played his cards right. There were few things he liked to hear more than when people showered him with compliments that he knew were all true. Even though it could be said that Dominic was not tossing them his way, they were still being referred to in a sense where they applied to him, and that was enough to make him feel flattered. "Infinite lifespans? This is the first I've heard of this. m I to believe that I'll somehow be reincarnated indefinitely no matter how many times I die?" He found the notion strange, and oddly enough he didn't believe it. He had never truly been one to believe in such things as these. But the man seemed to know what he was talking about, despite all the strange things that left his mouth when he spoke. "Nevermind that now. It isn't so important right this very minute anyway." Now he was hearing names of people he did not know, and if he was to believe everything the man was saying, they were basically gods among men. This Alistair and Jasper were like him, he said, and they three were far stronger than anyone else that still remained in the world today. He found it quite odd but he could not dispute it. There was nothing he could add to that, especially considering that he had said just now that there was someone still far stronger that the three of them. 'Just who exactly did I get myself involved with?' Al was starting to have some doubts, but he kept them well hidden in the dark recesses of his mind so that they would not spill forth and reveal themselves on his face.
By implication, Dominic was telling him that he could become as strong as the ones he had just mentioned. He could one day stand on the same level as the 'gods' of the world and be someone whose name people feared for they knew he was and what he was capable of. The prospect of such a thing appealed to him, and it did so greatly. So much so to the point that he was willing to sell his soul to this man if it could become a reality in which he was the center and everything else the stage for his amusement. Al's face lit up when the man said that he would help him, and he had been about to step into him and plant an affirmative kiss on his lips when the man took the initiative with his words before his actions. At the mention of 'his mind being divided between his two heads' Al almost fell to the floor in a fit of laughter, that being the funniest yet most truthful thing to be said about any man. The laugh never came though, the vulnerability presented as he was about to lose control enough for Dominic to invade his personal space completely and smother him against his frame. Stunned for a spell, Al just stood there, having believed himself to be the one who would initiate the contact between the two, but his body finally told his mind to go ******** itself and its thoughts as, seemingly by automatism, his hands trailed a sinewy path down the man's back through the shirt he wore and made its way down into his pants where they then groped his firm a** tightly and squeezed, his member throbbing once, obviously pleased by what his hands psychically treated it to.
The warm breath against his neck was doing slanderous things to him, things that he could not describe even if he tried, and he had to tense the muscles in his neck slightly to maintain some semblance of self control. "S-slow down big guy." The rhetoric in his voice that came out as a hoarse whisper layered with lustful wanting would serve only to heighten the expectancy of what was to come next. Al took the first small step forward that he could, and that was saying something considering how closely compacted their bodies were to each other. This first step would serve as a move towards the door that had yet to be opened, though Al could hardly keep his hands away for more than a second as he tried the knob, which he knew would be locked of course. The sound itself though was simply to alert Dominic to this and let him know that Al wished to enter, though he was loathe to break any form of contact. The same hand used to turn the knob involuntarily returned to its place on the man's body and groped, prodded, and ventured. They found themselves inside the man's shirt where they felt to their heart's content, and Al's lips played with the man's ear lobe, playful nips of the teeth here and there to heighten the crux of the pleasure. Another hoarse whisper would leave Al's lips right next to the man's ear. "Ugh..." The incoherent tongue was all he could muster with his mind in scrambles.
Dawn of Seduction [ Passive Abilities ] • The Demon's Dance The way the Incubus seduces others with their charms. Regardless of rank, the affected will find it very difficult to deny them. If the subject is two ranks lower then the user, they're automatically seduced. The higher ranks can be seduced as well, but it'll be more difficult. Once captured the target focuses only on the Incubus, sort of like tunnel vision blocking out the surroundings. To clarify, seduction is energy. It is not eye-sight or hearing based. It's an aura that pushes outwards and seduces people. It can't be blocked by barriers/etc. People seduced will not attack you, and you can basically force them to do things depending on what you say. They won't hurt/kill themselves or attack another person.
• The Game This can only be applied to someone the Incubus has met before. Since Incubi appear simply as men, it's impossible to tell them apart from others. The moment you interact with them, they can register your desires. They'll remember you, and discover the aches and wants of your body. They'll know what sort of kinks you're into, and what type of person you like. They can use this to seduce you in person, or they can use it to manifest in your dreams. They'll send a little fraction of themselves to wherever you lay your head at night, and corrupt your body with their touch. When a victim is stronger and more able to resist them, they'll stick to beautiful and elated imagery to keep you hooked on your fantasy world. Timid and fearful victims will often be tormented with their desires, controlled by them rather than gifted them.
When a victim is truly infatuated with their fantasies, or crippled into submission by them, the Incubus has the power to manifest their spirit completely. They will then loom over them, and please their bodies however they want. This is most often used simply for the personal satisfaction of an Incubus, but can also be used for assassination purposes; ie, if the Incubus has reason to kill the target he's seduced, he will. The Incubi cannot use this ability to teleport to people while in combat, or to teleport to people who are in combat. The opponent will not suddenly be alarmed by the Incubi, but worked into it. They'll know they're coming, and will eagerly await them.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 3:30 pm
nu███████XXX███████XXX███████XXX███████ numineDO YOU HAVE ` WHAT IT TAKES♕》*TOKILLAGOD? bad apple
xxx n×◞KILL ⊰THE(DEMON)*⇣OR HE'LL KILL♕YOU FIRST! by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:LIKE HE DID DANIELLE LOL
Infinite in one life, not necessarily a reincarnation. Although, you could say that West would live on even if he died. His soul would go to hell, but he'd be watching. Waiting, possibly for a new vessel on the plane of Axiom. It was hard to say -- even he wasn't sure, as being a demon was more complicated than growing in power, getting taller and having your soul call the shots. There could probably be an encyclopedia of knowledge pertaining to demons, and the life of demons. He would perhaps write it himself, if he lived on this planet for much longer.
Slow down, the Incubus said. West didn't want to -- he had already gotten so far, beyond the point of return. His body was driven by only one form of sense, and words would not stop him. He continued to capture every point of Al's body, his hands moving north, south, west, east. His fingers brushed against his skin, and eventually he found himself only breaths away from the prize. He slipped his fingertips into Al's pants, then smoothed his way deeper, until he found what he wanted; Al's second mind. With that, West was in full control of the man, how he moved, how he thought. He granted him a sultry smile, and then continued to consolidate his hold over him. His grip tightened, and he drew ever closer. He exhaled slightly as Al followed similar footsteps but from behind, and followed his exhale into a passionate kiss, captivating his tongue and lips and persisting. Perhaps it was best if Al did not speak, so he could not tell him to slow down and stop. West would not want to hear those words.
The man would not hear any of it. Instead he took his fill and left no room for Al's objections. They were still in the hallway, just at the door that had yet to be opened, and Al's hand could not decide what it wanted to do as the brain had taken a backseat and had left all matters of intimacy to pure instinct. The hands went everywhere and yet seemed to go nowhere. The span of time it took for his hands to travel across the expanse of the man's body was instantaneous yet infinite. All the contradicting thoughts and feelings that assaulted Al made him feel as if he simply could not wait for something more, something that he just couldn't seem to put his finger on at the moment. Pressing further into Dominic, however impossible such a feat might have seemed to a passing observant due to the lack of space that was between the two as it was, Al made a move as if he and the man would become one with but a thought of coherence between the two in agreement with such a thing.
Al attempted to force a word out just then, wanting to say the first thing that came to his mind. He was used to being the one in control, claiming others as his property. This was a change of pace for him, a welcomed one at that. It made him feel secure, and more desired than he ever had before. Odd as it was, it was a feeling that he never really experienced. Sure he was loved and most everyone lusted after him and coveted what they could only dream of having as their own, but never before had he felt as if he belonged to someone, the feeling of rightness too great for him to deny. Or maybe he was just over-thinking things too much as he sometimes tended to do. Either way Al had to get a word in, even if his entire person was screaming at his mind to stop being such a b***h and let it have some fun. Tearing his reluctant lips away from Dominic's, he had to push back as far as he could, though even that was not much given the close proximity, and once his neck was back enough his lips curved upwards at both corners in a smile. "Open the damn door already! I'm not some cheap whore that you get to ******** in public to your heart's content." He said this playfully despite himself. Some part of him was serious about this, but for the most part he was simply having too much fun to really care. He just wanted the privacy and intimacy that an enclosed space would provide to explore his deeper desires to the fullest.
Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 9:28 pm
nu███████XXX███████XXX███████XXX███████ numineDO YOU HAVE ` WHAT IT TAKES♕》*TOKILLAGOD? bad apple
xxx n×◞KILL ⊰THE(DEMON)*⇣OR HE'LL KILL♕YOU FIRST! by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:LIKE HE DID DANIELLE LOL
The demon sighed, and stopped his movements as Al pulled away, to kick as he screamed about his dignity and the public. West stared into his eyes, but without lust or desire, just complete apathy. "Mind what you speak, Incubus. I don't find guttural tones and harsh language to be attractive at all." The man already had that Demonican accent, which made him sound more aggressive than your average fellow. It was attractive to an extent, and off-putting to an extent, like all things. West often recognized the tip in the balance between the two, and wasn't afraid to point it out. Just as he was not afraid to continue this further. He brought Alphonso into the room, shut and locked the door. His arms rose and gripped the younger Incubus, as he toed forward and brought the younger man's back against the wall. He wrapped Al's legs around his waist, as he held him up with a firm net; his chest, his arms, and his lower body. West was also very physically strong, so holding up a man was like lifting a feather from the table.
Perhaps that would only help to make him feel more secure. "I have no great desire to be commanded," he said. "But I've done as you desire. I'm a real gentleman, right?" The demon laughed, and brought his lips near Alphonso's ear. He freed himself of the shackles of clothing, his fingers breaking away from Al's body to every so often remove one more article of clothing. At the end, he was revealed, and his eyes were hungry like a wild flame. "Are you ready?" He asked. He was certainly ready, and for such a long venture. West viewed sex as like a fine art; he would have to carefully paint the frame, and sometimes that could take a great amount of time in preparation. There were so many specifics with each movement that needed to be perfect. He had to tread carefully, lest Lukhan shine his light on an unfit son.
It was all going so great, and little did he know that his little comment would garner what had come next. The man had simply...stopped. Who stopped in the middle of mind blowing passion to voice their distaste for a few offhand words spoken during the throes of passion? Al would have to remind himself in the future that this man was quite sensitive and he would have to watch what he said around him, lest he incur some form of demonic wrath on himself. The thought had him half-shuddering. "..." Al found himself being pulled into the now unlocked room, and the door seemed to shut behind them just as quickly as it had opened. Before he knew what was happening or had time to gather his bearings he found himself being pushed up against a wall and being lifted, the only course of action to take being to wrap his legs around the other man's lest they both become uncomfortable. If he had been faint of heart he would have swooned at the sheer sexual tension being released into the air. It was all Al could do to contain the sounds that were now at war with the tensity in his throat for escape.
Al had his hands on either of Dominic's shoulder and was looking directly into his eyes. Without answering the rhetoric that the man presented him with he leaned in for a kiss. But that too fell short as the man moved to his ear, as if teasing him, and Al's head bobbed backwards for an involuntary second before he brought it back to the fore and found the lips he so desired. They melded together so well that he felt as if this was where the two belonged. As the man removed a piece of his clothing every so often Al used the opening to plant a few tender kisses to every exposed section that he could reach, and his hand played with the man's nipples, pinching and prodding and caressing with such gentle finesse so as to arouse a feeling of excitement so profound that it would travel in waves back to him. At long last Dominic had finished removing all his clothing. How he had managed to do it while holding Al the way he was and also never breaking stride while Al tormented his peace was proof of skillful gain over the years. But at the question that fell from the man's lips Al paused midway in removing his own shirt, a neutral expression on his face. He lowered his hand and sighed, his legs releasing the man's waist as he lowered himself to the ground. He took a small step off to the side of the man and looked at the wall, though he was not really looking at the wall. It was as if his eyes had suddenly gathered legions of wool before them. "I think... I think it would be better if we waited a little before we jump the gun." Why this sudden thought had struck him he could not say, but he knew that there must have been a reason behind it. If he cared enough to delve deeper into his thoughts, he would have come to establish that he did not want a simple meet and ******** with this guy, but would actually like to try for something else. Nothing as deep as commitment forever and monogamy or any other such bullshit, but something that he could keep with him for some time instead of the one night stand that he had a feeling this would turn into if they continued. At least one thing was made clear to him. He now knew that the man desired him, despite having acted to the contrary earlier.
Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 7:20 pm
nu███████XXX███████XXX███████XXX███████ numineDO YOU HAVE ` WHAT IT TAKES♕》*TOKILLAGOD? bad apple
xxx n×◞KILL ⊰THE(DEMON)*⇣OR HE'LL KILL♕YOU FIRST! by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:LIKE HE DID DANIELLE LOL
Everything was right, and then it was wrong. West's body felt right, his mind, his heart. But Alphonso did not feel that way, for some reason. While the demon could feel the desire, see it and smell it, he rebuked it and told him . . . 'no'. He told West to wait, whatever that meant. For how long did he want him to wait? He was here to corrupt the souls of millions, change them into the demons that Lukhan desired them to be. His side of the deal was companionship . . . sex, nightly, possibly more often than that. He would use their bodies for the while that they were pure. Now Alphonso rejected his side of the deal, and West found himself feeling aggravated, to say the least. Even so, he controlled himself, as he always did. Even a demon, whose soul was full of rot and malice, could be civil when called to it. "You've let me work my way into your thoughts . . . allowed me within an inch of the prize, and now you tell me to stop when it suits you?" He smiled deviously, almost defiantly, as if this were a joke. The gun had already been jumped for him, in terms of speech, and figuratively. His body was too wired to just shut down.
"No one has ever told me to stop before," he said. He sounded surprised, to a point. No one ever wanted him to stop, because he was the best they'd ever get. Some also feared what he would do if they did not let him have his way. This man . . . he seemed to defy the logic of others, for good or ill. "Haha, I suppose this is a very funny city. You're all quite resilient, and that's why I enjoy you so much." West had slowed down a bit. His mood lightened, and his posturing that was obviously inclined to make love to Alphonso smoothed into only a caress. "If it'll have to wait, then it will," he whispered, and let go of the younger and smaller-framed man. The Incubus stepped over to the bed, bringing his briefs along with him, slowly pulling them up as his eyes danced around the visage of Alphonso's body. His mind was still on one thing, but he was assured that he would have it, so he could let it rest for the moment.
But of course, he'd have to know why the pause needed to come down in the first place. "Are you trying to keep me for longer than a night?" West asked. It could've been a selfish desire like training, or perhaps a fantasy of mutual interest between the two. The demon liked Alphonso, but he was not inclined to tie himself down. He had ambitions that required a body without shackles. "It might work, or it might not. That's the fun when dealing with demons; you know you can plot, but they'll always be three steps ahead." He leaned back into the bed, and smoothed his fingertips down his chest, sensually. He teased, essentially, and would continue to until he found himself entertained enough to deal with the sudden break in their sexual agenda.
He sounded...calm. More so than Al had anticipated he would be. The boy knew that if he had been in the other's shoes he would have probably been on a rampage right about now, tossing things to and fro and possibly acknowledging his baser proclivities to physical violence. Dominic seemed too calm despite his words, and this had Al looking back to see his face, as if that would give him a better understanding into how the man felt about what he had just said. A smile. It looked almost confrontational, as if the man viewed what he had said as one big joke. He would soon realize that Al was a serious as a judge with what he had just said. "..." The words would not form on his tongue, and he feared that if he opened his mouth his voice would betray him, and his words would follow in his voice's stead and give away his true intentions. He wanted the man; desperately in fact, but his mind was the only thing keeping him from indulging his basest of instinctual desires. He wanted to ravage the man from head to toe, taste every inch of his body and drink him dry, but...
Al said nothing, leaving Dominic to steam for a while as he just stood there and waited for the non-existent 'storm' to pass, and he felt it's passing in the form of gentle caresses followed by the man's acquiescent tone. But just as he said his fill the feel of his hand was suddenly gone, and the warmth that his body brought along with it gave way to the breath of cold air that washed over him, causing him to shudder infinitesimally. Al looked at the man with a sideways glance as he made his way over to the bed, brief in hand, watching the motions as the article of clothing found its place around his waist. Al sighed despite himself, a soft, involuntary sound that gave way to his true intentions screaming to be given release. The war going on inside himself right now was too much, a feeling of uncertainty clipping at his very being, letting him know that he was being a fool. Never before had he passed up a chance at sex, one night stands being the very thing he thrived on. Why was he changing his MO at this very moment? How could he pass up such a bundle of sex appeal lying right there on the bed with himself so open and ready for things to go further?
Alphonso didn't answer his question right away, instead turning to face him where he lay in the bed, watching him. The talk of being three steps ahead and plotting had the Incubus wondering if, subconsciously, that was what he was doing. Was he plotting some kind of scheme in the darkest recesses of his mind? What kind of scheme however, would restrict him from doing what he did best? Al found himself moving as if against his own will, walking at a creeping pace towards the bed's edge, and once there he removed his clothing, slowly, uncertainly, and then when he was down to only his brief he climbed onto the bed and crawled the west of the way into Dominic's arms, laying faced down on Dominic's chest, inhaling deeply, taking in his scent more keenly now than he had before. "I don't know..." He rose up slightly and rested his chin against one of Dominic's pecs and stared the man in the face, a crease between Al's eyes now indicating his indecisiveness. "Every fiber of my being is telling me to stop playing coy and let you do whatever you want with me, but something else is nagging at me to...hold on to you. Whatever that means." Al didn't know how to explain it in words better than that, and as if against his own will he found himself completely atop the man now, his briefs in line with the man's brief, and their erections brushing against each other tantalizingly. He trailed a kiss down the man's smooth body and stopped at his navel. There he inserted his tongue and swirled it around slowly, teasingly, his hands all the while caressing the man's biceps and trailing several paths up and down his arms. Then he stopped using his mouth and looked back at the man. "Maybe we can just fool around for a little while? I promise if you stay I'll make it even better for you another time."'Let him ******** you!' Thoughts along those lines was what was racing around in his mind, but he ignored them as best as he could and kept up the foreplay.
Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 9:52 pm
nu███████XXX███████XXX███████XXX███████ numineDO YOU HAVE ` WHAT IT TAKES♕》*TOKILLAGOD? bad apple
xxx n×◞KILL ⊰THE(DEMON)*⇣OR HE'LL KILL♕YOU FIRST! by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:LIKE HE DID DANIELLE LOL
The other man followed him to the bed, and stripped his body to reveal quite as much as West's had already done. He climbed on top of him, and seemed to try and ignite the mood again. This man was ravenous, and perhaps a little unsure of what he'd wanted. Or maybe he was very sure, and West was presuming too little. It was difficult to decide the case, but either way a little indulgence was not dangerous. While many men and women could not even begin to fathom 'self-control', West was a paragon of that virtue. He could indulge in a little, without wanting much more. He could want more, without letting it corrupt him. And most of all, he could demand more and receive as he desired. "I know why you speak the way you do," he said. "You want my interest to remain strong; you want me to lust over you until it has grown into something . . . stronger." He grinned.
"It's smart, a simple abuse of psychology. Everyone does it, though. It's so amateur. Give me something exciting." He remained still, as the man did what he wanted to do. His eyes looked into the Incubi's eyes when they desired to meet, and he pulled his iris away when their contact was broken. Alphonso consolidated the lower half of his body -- and eventually the upper. The demon could not wait much longer, and he joined his 'lover' for the night. "Scholarly pursuits will come later," he told him. "Tonight we'll have a riot." And with that, he closed the gap.
There had been no sex. There had been no end of intimacy either. They had both delved deep into a night of passion that was marked by intense foreplay, a joining of the body and the soul without the need for finality. Al could not put his finger on it, but he enjoyed this night more than he had any other night before. Those times he had always gone all the way, and had never spared a second thought into what could be and what he could possibly make happen. He had intensified the pleasure that both he and his lovers at the time had felt, and had held no qualms about doing it all over again. But this time with Dominic was something to be remembered, something that was far different from all those other times before, and all the more intimate. Al turned slightly in the bed, finding himself wrapped up in the man's strong arms, and made the first move of the day by kissing him on the chest. Once. Twice. A third time. And then he just moved his palm in a circle on the man's abs and kept up the sweet, sensuous friction. It was not with the intention of waking him, but to keep seeing him asleep as he was now, though that would not last long with the constant motion. The man looked to be at peace with himself and everything else while he slept, yet the sure expression remained on his features even while he was asleep. Such confidence did not come about without a story of success as a prelude to its telling.
Al made a move to rise from the bed, slowly removing Dominic's arm from around him. The man was heavy, that was for certain, and not of it was fat from what Al could tell. He smiled down at the figure lying next to him and slipped from under his grip slowly, without much of a disturbance. Al stood at the edge of the bed and watched the man for sometime before heading to the bathroom for a long, hot shower, a very relaxing one at that. He stood under the shower and allowed the water to rain down on him soothingly as his mind wandered to places. His thoughts were all over the place and he did not know what to make of them.
A Stray Sheep
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 12:15 pm
nu███████XXX███████XXX███████XXX███████ numineDO YOU HAVE ` WHAT IT TAKES♕》*TOKILLAGOD? bad apple
xxx n×◞KILL ⊰THE(DEMON)*⇣OR HE'LL KILL♕YOU FIRST! by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:LIKE HE DID DANIELLE LOL
A demon did not need to sleep, or to eat, or to think. They only needed to be -- to watch and wait, and eventually to begin one of their schemes. A demon was unpredictable, and often times you wouldn't even notice they were there until their wager was secure, and their machination about to finalize. They were always a thousand steps ahead of all else, and in a three-hundred meter track. They were everything that man feared. Of course, this was not every demon. There were some that were a bit... different than others. For example, West. He was attractive, strong, and intelligent, much like all desire demons. He had a mind for scheming, but he did not want to use it. He didn't bother to run a step ahead, he liked to sleep and to eat, and he loved the passion of the body rather than the intrigue of the soul. He was not to be feared by man or loved, he was only a single crux in the great wheel that was the separation of human-kind and demon-kind. He wanted to tear down that barrier, so he fought from within, a messenger and agent of both sides.
He remembered what it was like to be a human. It was a little different, though -- he wasn't a humble man or a virtuous man, rather the King of Fronta. He was a lot like the king of that place today, Gaston -- curious, ambitious, and very much infatuated with the darker side of magic. He loved power, and those who possessed it. His love of such things did not do him wrong, though, like it did others. This was because he was not, in fact, a human. He was always an Incubus, which meant he was always destined to cling to darkness but bask in the light. Alphonso was born in the dark, however. He faced a very different life than the ones in Fronta and even in Aramil, where secrecy was their boon and also their cage. He was free to be as he was, to ******** and love and be ******** and be loved. West envied him, but also pitied him. There was a great sense of enjoyment that came with the cloister, and hiding what you really were.
He wandered to the shower, where he heard the water run and smooth down the young Incubus's skin. He stepped into the shower, nude, and let the water pour down on him too. Despite being a demon, he didn't melt in an exaggerated fashion. Rather, he enjoyed it all, and felt cleansed by it. He wrapped his arm around Alphonso, and embraced him. "Did you enjoy last night?" he asked. "I did. It took a certain level of quick thinking to have a gander without actually... doing anything. I like being put into situations where the circumstances are different, and I can improvise rather than just... act, without thinking. You have my thanks." His hands ran down his body, and his nose pressed against his skin, his cheeks. "Would you like to do anything today? I have a few things in mind. Nothing you wouldn't tell your mother, of course. These things involve... the current situation of this city. Would you like to hear about them?"
The shower felt nice. The warmth of the water trickling tantalizingly down his figure was like the sensuous touch of a lover in heat. Eyes closed and mind lost in a puff of pink rapture, Al failed to notice the subtle sounds made as the door opened and closed, and again failed to notice that a hulking mass of a man was just stepping so casually into the shower with him, and it was only once he felt those powerful arms wrap around his form that he jumped, startled by the sudden touch, his eyes shooting open as his head swiveled to the side in a snap. "What?" His face was a mask of confusion and, though he might not admit it later, his heart had begun racing, pummeling relentlessly against his ribcage. It didn't take long for him to relax though, easing into the familiar touch as the water soothed his troubled nerves. The voice muddled by the water beating against their skin was quite the allure, and he found himself leaning back even further into Dominic's arms. "Mmm... I should be thanking you. It's not everyday a guy can make me feel like I had mind blowing sex without the sex actually taking place." At this point he was just saying the first thing that came to mind. It was true. The sex without sex was amazing, and he would do it again too if he had trusted himself then and there to not take the matter to a whole new level. If they were to endure round two, Al would not be able to persevere and he would relent, giving in to his more instinctual desires.
That felt nice. Slowly, he eased his head back until it was resting as if it belonged in the crook between Dominic's neck and shoulder. His body arched slightly as the tingle raced down his spine, only to curl around his waist before passing and send a lascivious message to his friend. Al tried to conceal his excitement, but was failing miserably. Turning his head to the side, he pressed a light trail of kisses down the other man's neck and dragged his lips down the edge, a soft, purposeful maneuver to heighten the the work that his sense of touch would have to do to make him enjoy it. "Sure." Kiss. "Lemme hear." Kiss. "I've been dying to do something besides...you know." Another trail of kisses as he turned his body fully to face the man. Al's hands reached up and he wrapped them around Dom's neck, pulling him a little closer until there was hardly any space between them. "A guy could get used to this kind of treatment. Be careful not to spoil me too much or you might find that I'm a bit much to deal with." The playful lilt in his voice would not be lost in translation, and the subtle manner in which he poked and prodded at Dom's baser desires was his way of sizing up and ascertaining the effects he had on the man. These were all mere hints as to what he wanted to figure out for himself and what this meant for him in the long run.
