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 Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 1:50 pm
 Sason smirked and slowly rose to his feet "why don't you lend me a hand, I'm not sure I can balance myself well enough to properly shower on my own" he said slowly, his magic certainly working overtime on her. Francis sighs "I'm sorry I must get dinner started" he says and walks to the kitchen to start cooking. Sason begins to stumble towards the stairs waiting for aurora, his incubus aura coming off of him like waves, we'll more like tsunamis. The only reason Francis is completely immune is incubi only target women so his magic only affects women and at the mokent, most of the staff is out in other parts of the estate, leaving her the only real target for this influence
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 2:10 pm
Aurora shoots Francis a questioning look as he moves back around to keep up the work on dinner. Sason was moving the opposite way so she grabbed Francis by the sleeve and pulled him back, "Dinner? I was just helping you with dinner. It's almost done. You can't actually be leaving me with him...alone."
"When he's like this he only has his eyes on women." Aurora dropped his sleeve and shook her head. The chef added, "Besides, you've got a strong head on your shoulders." His hand came up and touched her neck, "Most of them probably would have been in his lap kissing him already." Francis let his thumb move up to brush her lips, as though thinking about something. "Just don't let him get too close. Don't touch him if you don't need to. I hear that makes it worse. Come back down for some dinner once you get him to bed. If you don't the rest of the female staff will relive last time."
"Then why aren't the men taking care of it?" She asks in a hushed whisper. Sason must have noticed she hadn't followed right away because there was a pull again, against her whole body, compelling her in the opposite direction toward the stairs. Her rear foot took a step backwards, and instead of fighting it she turned to walk along the path it was tugging her.
She met him at the foot of the stairs and finally answered him, "If you're afraid you can't stand you could always take a bath. Come on. Let's get you upstairs. Hold onto the railing."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 5:37 pm
Sason shakes his head at the bath idea "can't stand being submerged like that" says before smirking at her "besides itll be good for you to get a good look" he says with his darkened gaze and a hand wrapped around her waist, under the pretense of balance. His every action was aimed at getting inside her head and letting his powers influence her. Slowly they made their way to his room which gave his hold on her and his general pressence plenty of time to work its way over her. She was indeed a strong one, most wouldn't have made it past the table "oh stop pushing it away, we both know your body wants it" he says with a slow lustful growl just as they entered his master bedroom. The whole room was scented with cherry in scents that explain the slight cherry scented that cling to his body. After slowly stumbling towards the door of his master bathroom, past the massive 4 coloum red and black bed he hopes to get her into before he sobers up. Walking into the bathroom he starts to fumble with the buttons of his tattered shirt
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 6:10 pm
She took each step, focusing on that, on moving her feet, left right, left right. "You don't have to be submerged." She countered, as he went on to talk of her getting a look, "I'm sure there's not much to s-" Words were lost the second he touched her. A zing of electricity bounced between them, from his skin to her own, past her clothing. The very movement forced her closer to him, and when she went to touch his hands in hopes of moving it her own powers got in the way. Visions bounced by, some of which dealt with past sexual encounters, some of which made her a little weak in the knees.
Her fingers still on his, it would be so easy to guide him. Bring his hands around her waist, over her stomach, slowly upward, inching closer to her...No. Eyes open she quickly moved his hand over around her shoulder and let go. It made things a little bit easier. Aurora could feel her breathing getting heavy, her chest pushing out against the fabric of her dress, 'Just take it off.' No. With his door opened she hoped she might be able to deposit him there and run back to the hall. Would there be a way to lock him inside? Aurora knew she wasn't going to be able to take much more of this, not with him whispering in her ear. "My...My body wants it...because...you are telling it, it does."
Once in the room she puled away from him, and he made quick work of going to the bathroom. Aurora felt flushed, her whole body warm, and starting to ache with a need for something more. She went to the door, maybe he would tire and just hit the bed. There was no sound of running water though and with a sigh Aurora decided that maybe if she at least got him in there he would sober up enough to stay put and not come out looking for herself or someone else.
Looking at the door to see if there would be a way to lock it, not that she expected much since he was the master of the house, and the only lock would probably be on the inside. After all, one rarely put locks on the outside of doors much anymore as it was without a way to open it from the inside. Taking a few deep breaths in her walk to the bathroom Aurora entered to see him struggling with his clothing. She walked past and reached into the shower, turning on the faucet so that the sound of water filled the room. A thought crossed her mind, 'Wouldn't a shower be nice? Cool that warm skin, let him rub you down, down, down...' Maybe...wait, no! Then she made her way to leave the bathroom, before she started to strip as well.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 6:33 pm
Sason simply smirked watching her undress, it certainly had an effect on him as well, as a very noticeable sizeable bulge appeared in his pants. He still fumbled with his shirt buttons as well as the buckle of his belt. But still with the hot water running and her body revealing itself infront of him, there was more than steam in the air. There was also the impossible to miss animalistic lust that came off of him in harsh waves. "See it's so much easier to do what your body wants" he says softly, stepping closer to her "could I get a hand, seems my hands are working with me" he says with a smirk. Even if he was drunk, his mind was still doing flips in lustful joy seeing her like this. He hadn't really thought of her in that was just yet, but now that he looked at her body as it came out of her clothes, he was certainly glad he brought her here. Every muscle in his body twitched in anticipation for what was to come
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 7:05 pm
Thinking herself out of the woods, Aurora had started to relax, and in doing so her body took over without her mind even knowing it. In the smaller space of the bathroom, his waves of persuasion bounced off the walls, attacking her from all angles. Getting as far as the doorway before her feet rooted themselves, Aurora didn't even realize what she was doing. Time passed, and she moved, kicking off her shoes at first, past the bathroom, back out into his bedroom. Then she reached under the waistband of her tights and pulled them down slowly, her butt high in the air as they slid off her legs. Stepping out of them the dress came quickly after, right over her head and then to the floor. Her hands had gone up to move her hair over one shoulder, dancing across her back to release her bra when he spoke. Breaking the trance. Aurora blinked, still in the bathroom, the feeling of steam against her skin...bare skin. 'Damn it!'
Biting the inside of her lip, now only in her underwear, Aurora looked over her shoulder at Sason, still very much dressed. When he stepped closer she moved a step back. If she got any closer, if she touched him, she was sure to loose herself again. Already in a state of disdress, she was certain what would be to go next. Still, she couldn't say she didn't appreciate the way he looked at her, even with her scars and burns. None of it seemed to phase him, perhaps because he had a set of his own. "You..." Aurora had to take a second to swallow, especially after looking down at his pants. "You need to...get in the shower...I'll get you...a...a...change of clothing." Reaching down she grabbed her dress and pulled it back on, the fabric tickling her thighs as it settled into place, but her feet wouldn't take her past the doorway.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 7:44 pm
Sason smirked and stood there with his arms open "well if you're gunna get me new clothes could you first help me get out of my old ones." He said slowly and alluringly. He knew that incubi were an odd type of demon that their bare body was the greatest conduit for their influence. It seemed even while drunk he had a different mindset that was in complete control. He didn't event act drunk anymore except for being fat fingered it his clothes. Which just might work in his advantage As As for Aurora he was quote attracted to her despite the scars and burns, in fact they made him more alluring to him. It meant she had seen pain and allowed him to show her pleasure. It gave her a unique quality he hadn't seen in previous women. But most of all it gave him more reason to enjoy seeing every inch of her as well as having something in common with him. As she was putting her dress on he couldn't help but sigh out "shame to hide something so lovely"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 8:16 pm
It was an invitation, not that she needed one with how he was now, to get him out of his clothing. Fingers danced at the hem of her dress, her back still toward him. 'Touch him. See what's under that shirt.' She could feel his eyes on her, eyeing her, even with the dress on. It wasn't like Aurora had never been told she was lovely before, but the way he said it. No it was the incubus powers that were teasing her, playing with her thoughts. And yet the roll of his voice was so smooth. Her good hand went to the other and unwrapped it of the gauze, it was mostly healed anyway. Then she was turning, closing the distance between them, because while he was drunk on that wine she was drunk on him.
Aurora stopped right in front of him, hands raising up, then falling back to her side. Back up, closing into fists, resting against her own chest, closing the gap between them, pulling back away, then back toward him. The magnetic pull of him too much for her. He was so close. Fingers reached his shirt and with the precision he lacked undid the buttons that were left. When his shirt was open Aurora set her fingertips against his abdomen, softly grazing muscles and scars, moving upward to his chest, then over his shoulders, under the shirt to remove it completely. The fabric fell to the floor and she drew closer still. Once more fingers started their slow descent downward, her feet a step forward, putting her almost flush against him. The second she had touched him, each little brush from undoing the buttons, and then to feel his body, it all fed into the longing feeling.
Lips halted right before his own, their breath mixing as her hands continued their path to his belt, just now passing his chest once more. Aurora turned her head down, as he was still taller than her, her head had to be up to reach his lips. They instead found his jaw, his neck, feather light kisses formed around her words. "Sason..." His name came out a breathy request, though nothing followed for a moment. "Sason please..." Her hands were on his belt now. Pulling against the metal clasp, releasing it's grip and then the button beneath it, the zipper after that. Fingers in belt loops she looked back up at him, grabbing at the fabric of his pants, trying to hang on to herself. "Not like this." She finally said, finishing her request, though she didn't know if it would go through to him, or if it would make any difference. Pulling at the pants, her fingers let them go, letting them fall on their own around his feet so that he stood there only in his underwear.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 9:03 pm
Many before had made that same request before changing their minds and immediately started to becone slaves to his pleasure. But something about her actually went through the drunken haze. The only noticeable difference was the color of his eyes, flickering between the dark red of his lust and his usual bright red. He finally spoke ajd it was paired with a gentle touch of her neck and a matching kiss "very well, I will wait" he whispered, eyes bright red before hazing over again. And although his lustful aura was still on full blast, there was his usual warmth mixed in. A sign he was truly trying to contain himself for her. But as his clothes fell, his scars became truly visible, including the recent ones from today. Some were deep and carved into his skin like rivers down a mountain, others were shallow, all were signs of combat against fellow demons. His biggest was actually from Shimos blade, the scar went from right shoulder to left hip and looked torn like he'd been cut with a saw blade. In fact it was the effect of the permafrost as it tore at his skin. Normally he'd try to cover them with some kind of minor magic but he didn't feel he needed to around Aurora. Despite this, his exposed body was finally completely bare when he dropped his shorts and stood before her completely nude with his aura at it's full strength, the true might of his incubus blood now trying as hard as it can to corrupt her
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 9:50 pm
Breathing out as he touched her, eyes closed against the world, his touch still so convincing, but his voice near normal. Aurora responded to the kiss, as gentle as he gave it, and with it, oddly enough, came a moment of clarity. "Thank you." She responded, the first time she had thanked him for anything since arriving. The room, the clothing, her freedom, none of it had been met with her thanks. Catching sight on his normal eyes before they too passed allowed her to pull away. Though he didn't wait for her to get any further before his last article of clothing hit the floor.
Her hands grasped the edge of her dress once more, only this time holding it down. "The shower..." She couldn't look at his eyes, but his scars had gathered her attention. "It's uh..." Aurora knew what it took to make those, knew what they would feel like, and still she yearned to feel them under her touch. The incoherent sentence continued with, "and you are...", as her eyes traveled yet again to a more recent scar, which was hard to miss really. "So..." The skin looked angry, as though pulling away from the other side, yet trying to mend itself all at the same time.
Closing her eyes again, she hoped that not being able to see, would help her get out some kind of sense. "It's ready...the shower."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 10:06 pm
He nods and turns around, revealing even more brutal scars. His backs was covered in long, whip like scars while a massive X took up the brunt of his back as he stepped into the shower. His silhouette clearly visible through his shower curtain as he leaned his head back allowing the water to run over his face and down his scars to the rest of his body. The water offers him a little clarity for just a second "even if I was drunk, I meant every word I said about you, being attractive and all" he says with eyes closed as he tries to retain sanity. Something about her had odd effects on him, his lust working so hard to convert her, his desire to get stronger, and even breaking through his haze to allow himself to do things right. None of this had happened with the others and although it was very odd it wasn't bad. Sason spent a good amount of time in his shower ajd by the time he came out, he was mostly sober, flicking to his incubus side less often and for less time. He came out of the bathroom with just a towel around his way and walked to sit on the edge of his bed, trying to recall all that had happened while he was drunk, trying to make sure he hadn't made himself look like a total a** around her
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 10:49 pm
His back was no easier to look at, but with the curtain between them Aurora was finally able to back away. Her hand rested over her chest, and feverishly beating heart, the want wasn't going away. The need was still in her, like she had gotten all riled up, and now she was stuck there, with no sight of relief. Finally she gets through the doorway and digs through his stuff to find a change of clothing for him. As she does she hears him call out to her, sounding more himself, but complimenting her. "That just means you didn't get a close enough look." And with that she left. The last push out his door and then closing it behind her. Again her body took over...she needed something.
Barefoot and without tights she quickly made her way back downstairs and to the kitchen where Francis was alone cleaning up. Aurora and Sason had been upstairs for a while. Dinner had come and gone, but what she wanted wasn't food. When she pushed open the door Francis turned and greeted her, "Aw, she returns. See I told you you could...wait. Aurora why are you only in your dress? Did something happen?"
Crossing the room she took the pot in his hand away and put it back in the sink. His hands were wet and soapy but she didn't care. Aurora grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him close, "Stop asking questions and just kiss me." It was a command of her own. And one that surprised the chef as she set her lips to his, but he wasn't about to question it or push her away. Instead he welcomed it. Aurora's hands moved to his neck, and his to her hair. He slicked back one side with the wet hand, then grabbed a handful of her locks to pull her away so that they both might breathe.
"What happened?"
Her response was to rip open his shirt and set her hands against his chest. His was not maimed like Sason's, but like a true chef he sported the burns across his hands and arms. Hands that had moved down to her waist and were lifting her now onto the counter. The two kissed again, loosing themselves into the feelings that she had been left with. They were quick and rough about it, there on the counter, still mostly dressed.
Setting her hands against his chest she pushed lightly so that he could back up. Fixing his pants while she adjusted herself and slid off the counter. "I think your dish water is getting cold." Sliding by him she ran her hand over his cheek. "Thanks. I needed that." Aurora made her way back upstairs and into her room for a shower of her own, all before Sason had ever even come out of his room. She did feel better, in some ways, though this certainly would be making other things more complicated. Under the warmth of the water Aurora ran her hands over her face and through her hair.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 11:12 pm
Due to his enhanced hearing he heard her demand the chef for a kiss and for a moment his heart sank. Maybe it was his true nature that did it or the fact he was her master only this morning. Whatever it was made him sigh and collapse back onto the bed "guess it was never to be" he said as he slowly managed to get dressed in another nice dress shirt ajd slacks, adding a waist coat he walked downstairs and while Francis was cleaning he rummaged for a bite to eat. Francis saw his master and looked away at first out of guilt and fear for his job but soon asked "anything I can get you sir?" Sason only thought 'how bout Aurora ' but he only said he was fine looking for something on his own. He ended up rummaging up a bowl of fruit and walked outside to eat. He still couldn't believe he was so beat up about this, he didn't even really know her and still thought she didn't like him one bit. But maybe it was because of that he wanted to get close to her, to know her and maybe show her he's not nearly as bad as she thinks. As he ate he simply wondered how it all went wrong, how she was able to go to the chef so easily but tried her hardest to avoid him. With another sigh he decided to let his emotions out in his powers, he had used his metal make to make a statue of her before melting it down and destroying it
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 11:38 pm
With a clearer mind Aurora could think about everything that had taken place, from Sason to Francis. In the end it mostly boiled down to control. Although her body wanted Sason, her mind still did not. He had been her master still this morning, she had tried to run the night before, and she still wasn't sure how she felt about him. Yet, she had gone to Francis because that was who she had spent the day with. Had her time been spent elsewhere and with someone else, that would probably have been who she sought out to help her clear her mind completely. With Sason there was no knowing if she wanted to sleep with him because she wanted to, or if she wanted it because he was compelling her to.
On top of that, it was still the deal with the master. Aurora had made a rule long ago not to sleep with her masters. It gave them too much power, and in a role where most everything was taken from her as a slave, her willingness to have sex, was something that only she could control...until now.
Turning off the water Aurora stepped out and wrapped herself in a towel. Sason had planted the seed of sexual desire...well maybe not planted it, as it was already in her, but groomed it to grow. Aurora had hoped that leaving him, escaping a perimeter of him would basically turn off that desire, but it didn't. Which was the reason why she returned to the kitchen and used Francis. Now hopefully that boy kept his mouth shut and everyone could move on from it without turning it into something it wasn't.
Dried off and hair combed, a yawn pulled at Aurora's lips. She was back in the dress, as it was all she had, and climbing into bed for a, fingers crossed, uneventful evening made only of dreams and sleep.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 11:59 pm
Sason was too busy questioning himself to move and ended up sleeping on the lawn chair with his empty bowl on the floor next to him. As much as he wanted to sleep normally, his dreams we're filled with Aurora, for the first time in nearly 500 years he couldn't get a person out of his head. And even then the woman was strong willed ajd the last person to run him through the ringer when he slacked off. It wasn't his wife ajd it was actually a previous slave, she would force Sason to do work he said he needed to do ajd wouldn't give him an wiggle room out of it, and when he got drunk or his incubus bowers went wild in another way, she tied him down and left him in the cellar for the night until he sobered up. He couldn't see Aurora doing that but the thought made him chuckle. After an hour of trying to sleep he ended up going for a night time walk. He walked and jogged almost until dawn, completely unable to rest or even divert his mind from the whole thing "god dammit, why her?! Why the woman who I bought as my slave and gave her her freedom. Why does my heart and body crave for her above anyone esle?" He questioned himself loud enough for anyone awake in the manor to hear as he walked by still trying to distract his minds
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