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Unwelcome Guest; PRP; Karas, Lilim
Topic Started: May 10 2017, 05:53 PM (304 Views)
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This one was...

Well, he was more than just another mortal. The smell on him was far, far different than most mortals on this planet, and even by the extrodinary standards that a select few have risen to strive against, he was still rather unique--the aroma around him was of fire and brimstone, that unearthly scent on the edge of one's perceptions, tickling senses that knew not what they were detecting. Only the most estranged and skilled at such things would know of his origins, and even then, his blood was different than a normal 'birth' amidst the fires of an unruly sanctum. No, he had been human--or close to it--at one point, enjoying the humility of a 'normal' life such entities persisted wherein, and yet something had nestled in his heart deeply therein, accepting a power into his body within. A devil's blood was something wholly unlooked for, and yet, when she found it, her senses piqued and her interest flared at the discovery.

T'was not mere power that drew the darkest of maidens towards his hearth and home, T'was not the shapely curves of his arms and body that illicited her attention, but T'was his musk that drew her, baited her, like a moth to the flame. She could not help it--kindred spirits were oft difficult to find amongst the wheat and chaff of these mortal scapes. And drawing forth more minions from the ruinous legions of the underworld was... well, she would get to that eventually. Her own horde was supplemented by the willing and downtrodden maidens of ev'ry corner and realm, even she did not yet have the might again to bring forth those far more immortal and loyal to her and her cause, yet e'en so, she felt a...

Oh, there was that dreadful feeling again. She could not help it, she had wanted to be rid of such a sensation, and yet when she thought about all the daughters she had brought into this world, shaping their mortal, flawed flesh into icons of beauty and perfection. They had immortality, they had power, and they had the freedom to enact their vengeances and causes, so long as they dedicated themselves to their mistress. Not one betrayed such an oath, far too grateful for the power she had betowed upon them. And, well... there was something to be said about always being in the company of lustful icons as decadent as herself. Where once they felt shame and restraint, now they felt only unending desire and rapture.

There were worse ways to spend one's freedom.

And yet this--this was the same feeling she got whenever she met another from the unholiest of realms, intrigue settling into her mind's eye as she flitted about, hither and thither, amongst the shadows as scant lighting cast deep blacks where the light could not reach, giving her a myriad of tunnels and spaces to slide within. His ship was like most others on the outside, yet on the inside... ohh... she could taste the sexual tension in the air, so many girls attracted to a single man, yet the man restrained from... thoroughly exciting them, completely satisfying their whims. Where did such restraint come from, to be surrounded by so many eager for his loins, only to deny them their basest of needs? Wholly unhealthy, that was for sure--the man really needed to learn to live a little, as far as she was concerned.

Mayhaps she could break that conclave and blockade of release and restraint, illicit his inner-most desires and grant him the freedom to finally pursue that which was right in front of him? Oh--Oh, yesssssssssss. She could taste that first chink in the armor of his resolve, anticipation coloring her perceptions as she imagined what his eyes would look like when he realized just what kind of feast was in front of him. Judging by the looks of his immaculate physique, he was clearly not of gluttony or avarice, his demeanor nothing of wrath nor lust, and she did not sense the powers of envy nor sloth upon his efficient movements. Then where doust thine power come from, once mortal, twice damned, thrice rebuked? The answer to all she pondered was clear as the fangs smiling between her full lips.

He was blessed with Pride. He held himself to such a marvelous standard, a standard that even stayed his hand when luscious, promiscuous beauties lay within his halls of metal and technology, each one secretly desiring his nakedness within their quarters, each one desiring his unremitted passion. Oh... oh how tantalizing. Was that the answer? Was Pride why he did not stoop to the level of decadence and primal release? Oh, dear boy, you really needed to relax once in awhile!

Curiouser and Curiouser. He would soon sense her, in the middle of the night, as the lights within his ship sputtered and faded, leaving the entire place in darkness. A thickness to the shadows between the hardened spaces--she waited for him to be isolated and alone, so that they could speak without interruption, whilst the others of his company slept and--oh. Oh how fascinating. So she was there as well? How long had her imprisonment been... barely more than a century, by most regards, the hands of the Keliouxians managing to fumble with magicks they did not fully understand, yet it had been sufficient in separating mistress from...

Oh, what was the word...

Partner.

She truly was such a fascinating specimen. No wonder the air smelled of unfulfilled desires and lustful parades, and if such a glorious icon of power and beauty was sleeping on this ship as well--oh, dear boy, what sweet sights you were depriving yourself of! Nearly everything the Draconian-blooded woman knew was learned at the behest of the Queen he was about to meet! Of course, there was much and more he would experience compared to a Dragon barely out of her teenage years, and yet--

And yet, such a thoroughly trained disciple was sure to have exerted her every guile to try and bed him properly. He might even have tolerated being nude around her, such was her student's skill with lesser beings, and yet--and yet the air still reeked of unfulfillment. A tragedy--she would have to remedy both of their ails.

Yes, Yes, yessssssssssssss. Such a succulent opportunity to reunite with her chosen disciple of lust and a man who had yet to truly give in to his basest desires. Mayhaps with both in twine? Ohhhhhhh... she had to slow down, lest she work herself up too quickly. Her breath was already quicker than normal, her heart beating furiously from there mere imagination of seeing them release such restraint with one another, to supple upon the air and energy as they finally copulated with unbound lust. She gripped the table she sat upon with both of her claws, nearly working herself up to the mood right then and there as she waited for her host to greet her. He would surely sense her by now, likely interested in the foreign presence upon his providence.

She took a deep breath, the air around her mouth distorting from the sheer heat of her body and blood. It was such a momentous and fulfilling self-proposal, a task to seem just how far her student had come, and to see the release of someone far too pent-up for their own good. How... oh, goodness... how long had it been since he was truly with a woman? Dear, had he even been with a woman that knew how to be a true woman? Her body shivered as her body crawled with proverbial lightning--surely, he did not still possess the male version of virginity!? But if he did...

She managed to finally calm herself down--ohhhhhh but the temptation in the air would be thicker than blood. He could probably feel her presence as he approached, the infectuous aroma of desire and lust, that unmistakable allure of a woman wanting nothing more than to promise and deliver everything and anything his heart had ever desired--what his experience had always lacked. Despite the darkness, his demonic blood would allow him to make out her naked form, leathery wings folded against her back as her tail swayed behind her. Horns of glorious power sprouted from her head, blanketed by her perfect hair...

She was the very model of utter power and stark perfection. She doubted he would have seen anyone quite like the Demon Queen, Archon of Succubi, Wishmaster, Willbreaker--"Lilim is mine name," she said finally, glowing red eyes taking in his frame and visage as soon as he rounded the corner. Her eyes sparkled with unrelenting power and lust, supplemented by the joyful grinning of fanged teeth, full lips tempting him with every word to do nothing but kiss her, embrace her, lay with her as only a man and woman truly knew how.

Every moment around her would reverberate with the same words, over and over again in his head. Love me. The words would speak to him on every level--by scent, by sight, by sound, by taste, by feel--his very loins would likely be drawn to her perfected image, every movement of her nude body swaying with the promises of a thousand ecstasies. Her hand rose up towards her face, a long, metal tube soon suckled upon her lips before drawing away, the breath she drew in causing the apparatus beside her to bubble for a moment, and were he a discerning man, he would recognize it as a Hookah--and the hashish was...

It smelled of pure beauty.

She held up a hand, as if asking him to either take the seat across from her, or, perhaps--mayhaps he would be bold enough to take it and plant a kiss upon it? Were such romantic thoughts buried deep within his heart and mind, chained by his own pride, only to be spurred to ultimate heights when confronted by a woman--a Queen--who could control men with but a whisper, who could tempt men with but a kiss? Oh--how much would he resist her very presence?

Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

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“Wake up Whelp. It seems you have a guest to attend to.” The voice brought the sleeping hybrid to the waking world. Nothing but silence could be heard through the empty corridors of the Star Seeker as the rest of Karas’ current crew slept off in their quarters. Even the Dragoness beside him made hardly a sound as she slept, spread wide in the most inelegant and unladylike fashion she possibly could have with her nude form on full display. The softness of his pillows around his head and the warmth of his comforter tried to pull the silver haired warrior back to the realm of slumber yet a second voice refused to let him. “He’s right Lord Karas, a demon has found its way onto the ship.”

With as little movement as he could muster, not wishing to deal with waking Mor’asha in the middle of the night, Karas would rise out of his bed clothed in only a simple pair of black boxer shorts. Immediately he would mask his own power level, unknowing if this demon he was being alerted to was even able to sense such things at all, before putting his plan into action. “Can you tell where it is?” He would ask, both Dirge and Gyaru being accepted as acceptable sources of answer. The ancient dragon would remain silent but the demon would be the source of information. “The main dining area m’lord.”

With a destination set he would begin making his way towards the foreign presence, exiting the main bedroom and walking down the halls. Each bare foot moved as silently as possible as he walked, prepared for the worst despite still being vastly underdressed and unarmed. Nothing seemed to happen as he walked, leaving the walk to the dining area rather uneventful. The scene shifted once in the dining area and he was able to see the demon in question.

Without a doubt she was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, even with the devil features of wings and horns and a thin tail. Despite these demonic features she still had a body that could out-class any other woman, even perhaps Mor’asha as well. An otherworldly air surrounded her that only seemed to fuel her alluring charms. Weak kneed the man would approach her, dropping in front of her once in range only to attempt to take her hand in his own and bring it to her lips. The scents of sex and lust clung to her, wafting through the room like an expensive perfume few women would ever be allowed to encounter much less obtain.

Not a single word was spoken to her by the man now kneeling at her feet, waiting obediently once he would release her hand as if seeming to expect to be ordered around.

“Hey Geezer, who is this?” Karas would question the dragon within himself. “A demon named Lilim, and a powerful one at that.” Gyaru responded, almost sounding entertained by the thought of his new Avatar encountering the woman who had existed long before even his own daughter.

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There he was...

He would not need the worry over the noises he made or waking his bed-mate--though the fact that he slept with such a garment while sharing a bed with a fetching beauty like he did, the Demoness could barely understand it. All of her wits and learned experience at the hand of a thorough mistress, and she had yet to truly bring him upon her bosom? My, my, he was a fascinating one, indeed...

Oh--oh, such manners. He knelt down before her and took her hand into his, masculine lips pressing upon the perfect flesh of her digits, as if to wait on her obediently and patiently. Did her aura and power invest him so thoroughly into her charms and approval? Part of her desperately wanted to believe it, to know that she still held power enough to bend someone as proud as he upon his knee, his eyes drinking in her glorious form with nary a care nor shame. Now, if only she could coax him to share flesh with his guest...

She rose up from her seat, gesturing him to do the same, her lustful and burning eyes somehow begging him to take her, ravash her, right then and there--upon the table would be so sweet of a spontaneous and lustful date--one of her hands moving towards the waistband of his partial leggings while the other rested casually upon his physique, her claws tickling the flesh of his chest. "Such manners--thou hast the knowledge of hospitality," she complimented, almost cooing with each word, every syllabel welcoming him into a night of glorious ecstasy and awakened appetite. Would he fall prey to her charms, would he suffice in such eclectic passion? She almost shivered at the thought, her other hand moving to free him from his last remaining garment. "But thou hast no need for shame or modesty--come, show mine eyes thine fullest," she invited, and unless his hand moved to stop hers, he would find himself with one less garment.

Ah--she could feel the tender connection between himself and another. A... powerful entity feeding this morsel strength and wisdom, not quite a full embodiment of an avatar, but close enough to make him enticing. She could see why more than one powerful deity would take a curiosity with this one--oh. Oh my. Was it--surely, it could not be...? 'Doust mine mind deceiveth me? Such an elder presence filleth this vessel--it hath been far too long, Gyaru,. Mayhaps Karas could hear the conversation with his benefactor, mayhaps not--such wordless communication was fickle at times, and considering the aura of power and allure she was eminating, the one before her might not even care.

"Such fascination--it is rare for one such as thee to dazzle mine eyes! I would know of thee and thine name, if you would be so, so kind," she said, leaning forward ever so slightly, the lightest brushes of flesh against his flesh to entice his senses and imaginations, to spread that beastial desire that dwelled within the hearts of all men, to tickle his darkest fantasies. "And tell me--how can one such as I please you?"

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The man would watch the living form of pure lust before him as she rose from her seated position, failing to take notice of her directions for he himself to stand as well for several breathes before finally obeying his first command from her. He would find himself rewarded with the physical contact of her hands against his body, one making way right for the waistband of his shorts while the other seemed to admire his build with her claws. Her words would echo with flattery and compliments when she spoke to him with a voice that sent as many shivers down his spine as the sensation of the tips of her claws along his flesh. The hand at his waist seemed to be trying to remove his only article of clothing as she directed him to bare all of himself to her and cast off any remnants of shame or modesty in her presence. Pressing against him she would ask him two questions. His name and how she could please him.

The plan had seemed to work. From behind the intruder would come the blade of a sword, the edge resting against the skin on the side of her neck as both a warning and a sign that the two weren’t the only ones in the room. “You can “please” me by telling me why you’re here and why I shouldn’t sever your head from your shoulders.” The hybrid would reply from behind her. The doppelganger before her, the one she was so hands-on with prior to this surprise, would begin to grow and almost sickly pale color under her touch. The silver hair it had replicated would almost bleed black from the roots to the tips of each strand. Each second and the being became more and more demonic looking, losing mass and muscle until it seemed rather malnourished. The single article of clothing it wore would begin to shift as well, like the offspring of some combination of smoke and ink, running over his body until an entirely new wardrobe had been reconstructed over his skin.

“It was an honor to receive your touch, Queen Lilim.” Dirge would step back, bowing to the far older demoness before him before he found himself withdrawn once more into Karas’ body, the hybrid no longer finding a purpose to grant the lesser demon a physical form. There were many questions this scenario brought to light about his own powers, or at the very least the demon’s own abilities, but the half-breed would save the pondering over them for after his “guest” had given her own answers to his questions.

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That was what smelled so strange--someone as proud as the one she had been spying on, to surrender his life and fealty so sweetly and swiftly--it was a break of character, the kind that no playwrite would have tolerated. And yet, when the form became emaciated, deprived, sizzling away like water upon a hot pan, she did not enrage nor lament; as soon as the flash of a blade could be seen at the corner of her vision, it was fair and clear just why everything about this encounter seemed so odd. She watched as the form melted into nothing, obscuring away until it began to reform anew, revealing--ah, yes. What better way to blend in with the smell of a demon but with another of similar ilk. She did not fret over the threat upon her life nor the demand from behind her, the demoness looking upon the lesser subject with interest and flirtation.

Even as Dirge praised his elder, even as he stepped back before withdrawing once more into his master's shadow, the aura of the Queen's powerful allure never diminished, nor did her gaze of lustful appetites break away from Dirge's form until he fled, no further from the room than the master he dwelled within, no closer than the blade that rested upon her neck--ah, yes, she had nearly forgotten cold steel was pressed against her flesh. Her cheek lowered down towards it, pressing against its flat side as she turned in place, the edge sliding against flesh that refused to break. Twin eyes of burning hellfire, lustful passion, intense interest, bore into the man she had come to visit with. Her tongue snaked out from between her fanged teeth, running along the edge of the blade, the moisture of her tongue snapping and popping against the metal of his weapon, as if boiling spit was sizzling upon the shiny surface.

"The honor was all mine, little dove," she said finally, looking towards Karas'... shadow. She wasn't even paying attention to the demon's master quite yet, but rather lingered upon the fellow demon's presence a scant moment longer, her mental presence feeling out his own, as if to entice the both of them to her naked bosom. Mayhaps she could play with that one later--her eyes rose up towards the Captain's gaze, as if to finally acknowledge his presence as her finger and thumb slid against the blade once her tongue retreated back into her heated maw, the sound of demonflesh on enchanted steel sparking and sizzling against the metal, extreme heat against extreme cold. Friction.

"Thou can attempt to relieveth me of mine head--verily, thou wouldst make for such a grand display of the blademanship. Curious--how many times doust thou believe others hath done the same? A dozen? A hundred? A thousand? Mine weave is cut from a very ancient fabric, dear. But hark--thou ask mine intentions of visitation? My, to dote upon thine blood and kin is but one of many reasons," she explained, each step drawing her closer towards him, each sway of her body promising heights of ecstasy he had never even dreamt of, her every word inviting him to countless nights of carnal glee.

Her breath smelled of steaming rooms and heated bodies, her lips begged for the embrace of flesh against flesh. "Verily--how long did thou think it would be before thine power attracted one such as I? Power attracts power--greatness attracts greatness."

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As he stood there, sword held to the side of her throat, the woman seemed to take little to no notice of the threat. She would lay her cheek upon the flat of his sword as she turned to face him directly, now that Dirge had served his role as bait and been recalled to the depths of Karas’ soul as usual. It was the first time Karas was able to truly see all of the demon’s nude body and lack of morality and he found himself having to steel his own resolve from the site. As the demoness continued to stare at him her tongue seemed to move from her mouth not unlike a snake, licking along the length of his sword and leaving a rather horrible sound not unlike the combination of popping and sizzling. Almost as if her saliva held some kind of acidic qualities. Her tongue would retreat back into her mouth just as sharply as she would address the lesser demon no longer visible, almost as if speaking through Karas and directly to the darkness within him.

She would claim that the honor was hers and chose to refer to Dirge as “little dove”. A choice of pet name Karas found incredibly inaccurate for the lesser demon he held dominion over. The hybrid felt as if Lilim were trying to feel around inside of him, almost like she were searching out for Dirge in an attempt to bring him back to the surface of their reality once more. Soon enough her attention would turn to him in full, her fingers taking hold of his weapon and simply sliding along its length as if just to toy with him. At last the Succubi Queen would speak to him with words of bravado, or perhaps actual truth, that finally retorted to his threats of severing her head. He didn’t know how much validity her claims of casual beheadings held but it was clear to him that his blade was anything but useful to him in this situation. Prying the steel away from her fingers as she spoke, giving him the reason for her midnight appearance that he had asked for, he would place his weapon down on the room’s table.

Her manner of speaking seemed to throw him off if only just slightly but from the way she threw around her sex appeal he didn’t need that much more guessing to figure it out. As she would close the already short distance between them the hybrid would instead opt to take a seat in one of the chairs that encircled the large oval table. As she spoke of power attracting power and greatness attracting greatness, talking up both herself and his ego at the same time, he would find his eyes lingering over her naked form. He began to realize that just maybe this demon, this woman even, wasn’t here with any intent to do him harm. A memory would surface, one of a conversation his crew had brought about not overly long ago about how he seemed to always be tense and on edge. Like he could never bring himself to relax or treat things like they weren’t all serious matters.

“So you broke into my ship just to try and seduce me? Am I understand that right?” He would continue to question the demon before him, debating if this would be the first example of his lowering his guard and relaxing. He couldn’t deny that he found the female before him enticing to look at, that she was a true subject of womanly desire and carnal lust. At last he would settle on a decision, adjusting himself so that the woman would be able to sit upon his leg should she desire to do such a thing. He would see where this interaction would go first before making any more impactful choices. “And what did you plan to do once you did that?”

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The blade was withdrawn, her lyrical tones and words enough to dissuade him from performing something rash yet ineffective. Even as the steel was placed upon the table, the light tap of metal against the surface, her eyes were following his motions, his mouth opening a little in the slightest of sighs, not from relief, but from the sensation of such composure. My, such pride in himself, coming to the inevitable conclusion before retiring to his seat, his stature that of a guarded man, suspect treachery at every turn. Of course, she could see that power and pride flowing within him, even as he sat and looked upon her. It was hard to resist the sight of a man upon her flesh, feeling the tingling sensation upon her spine as her tail swayed behind her, shifting where she stood to let her hip sway to one side, lowering her shoulders to keep her form within easy view.

"Oh--seduction is such a modest term--delights such as mine can delivereth such much more. Ask doth thine servant--his imagination may yet serve to supplement thine," she said, agreeing with his query as to her intentions. Every motion and gesture she made suggested at a primal sensation that could run through him like wildfire, consuming his thoughts with the most potent of lustful endeavor. Her smile widened just then, seeing his stance shift ever so accomodatingly, as if to offer her a seat at his table, upon his flesh. Such manners--she should have expected such hospitality from one filled with such pride, now convinced of her friendly intentions.

She moved slowly, drawing the moment out as she walked, letting her body speak in tones that words could never achieve, closing the distance towards his waiting lap before turning her back to him for a moment, her tail and wings moving to the sides to grant him the fullest view of her back--and thus did she ease upon his knees, leaning back upon his figure until her head rested upon his chest like a hard pillow, granting him a descending view of her world. The contact of bodies, even through his outfit, would feel like ecstasy, as if just to touch her would arouse every lustful fascination a man's mind may conjure. Her breath was warm against his chin as her head tilted back even further into his collarbone, not uncomfortably--surely, nothing that touched her naked flesh could be considered a discomfort.

A single talon rose up to cup his cheek, her mouth opening ever so slightly, as if to beg him for the embrace of their lips. "Rarely doth mine mind plan so far in advance," she spoke quietly to him, taking in his scent and manliness, as if expecting to sense, smell, taste, his rising interest in her and her alluring wares. "I far more enjoyeth the moments--subjecting every second to mine fascination. There dwelleth none reasons to plan further--doust thou agree?" She offered, looking into his eyes for a moment before they pointedly gazed upon his lips, as if to wordlessly explain the object of her desires in that moment--flesh upon flesh, romance upon romance, her aura called to him to indulge in his likely rising desires.

Oh, she was getting excited already--she couldn't help herself, being around someone like this. It was truly... captivating.

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Lilim offered further insight into her intentions that evening, emphasizing that seduction was far more of a “modest” term to use for what she was capable of. She would offer him the chance to consult his own inner demon for some insight into what she could do and assured Karas that his imagination could not only give Karas ideas about her capabilities but enhance his own as well.

For one reason or another Karas kept his eyes on the demon queen as she approached him, drawing out the already shortened distance between the two so she could emphasis herself with each movement. While he mainly kept watch for signs of possible ill-intent the hybrid couldn’t deny the woman before him knew how to make her nudity into a proper attention grabbing display and found himself drinking it in just as much. Lilim would stop before him and turn completely around, moving her wings and tail out of her way before placing her plush backside on his leg. Her back would come to rest against the warrior’s exposed chest almost as if she were trying to bury herself into it as if it were some kind of lush bed or pillow.

Almost as if on instinct his arm would move, wrapping around her waist as if to secure her to her seat on his leg, fingertips just lightly brushing against the surface of her bare skin. Her head had turned against his chest as a single claw came up and rested along the jaw line of his chin, as if trying to force him to keep his attention directly on her and the sight below him. She spoke, the same tone of lust and promised fantasies filling her voice, and explained that she had no plans other than for those of this very moment. She would ask him if he agreed with the philosophy of not dwelling on future events or plans. He would personally disagree with the mentality but that was when he realized his mind was wired that way by this point. Survive by always thinking ahead, planning ahead. Out maneuver those that sought after him.

The silver haired warrior would fall silent, unnaturally so compared to his tense silence during most of her speaking. His chest would rise, even with her weighing against it, as he once more took a powerful breath of air into his lungs to steady him for what would come next. He would attempt to discard his over cautious persona, for this point in time he would try to live for the moment like the creature in his lap. He had no true ways of trusting her but he had felt her power. If she were a queen of demons she was rather weak when compared to most of the mortals he had encountered. He would take the plunge, moving his right hand up to the side of her face to cup her chin. Steadying it, holding her in place as his lips moved to connect with hers.

“Mor’asha is gonna be pissed.”

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