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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2013 2:58:35 GMT -5
The throbbing music from the Impression excited every part of Lyric’s curvaceous shape, her buxom figure swaying elegantly, openly displaying her skills in the arts of dance. Her luscious brown locks decorated the aura around her and the individual’s around her could not deny her beautiful form and particular straying eyes were answered with an offended slap in the face. Lyric only grinned, pleased by the attention already drawn in by her gorgeous form. Her figure was decorated with a silken black dress that was rather revealing as the cut of the dress rose almost near her hip, partially revealing her round rump as she swung her hips promiscuously at the bystanders around her.
As she continued her hypnotizing twirl, a voice that was barely audible in the pounding noise crept behind her and within a few moments, the shouted babble became more audible to the Kelpie. “Ly! Hey Ly!” An obnoxious shrill caused the woman to roll her almond green eyes and she tried her best to avoid this frequent annoyance. Lyric could never visit this place without Dillon Walters, a free laborer in the Impression. He was their talent seeker and this man had questioned Lyric multiple times on become a permanent entertainment for the Impresio Nightclub. However, she had declined every time out of spite for him because he happened to one of the very few humans she did not want to attract. With his unprofessional demeanor and his coke bottle glasses, he was the image of what she didn’t want. Granted, she adored the attention from the spotlight however she didn’t want to give him the benefit of being the one to convince her. She was waiting for someone more redeeming to ask her.
“Ugh, Dillon please. For the last time no!” She uttered, tossing her auburn hair in his face as he approached rather close to the Kelpie. The man’s race wrinkled as the small tips of her hair tickled his nose but his face morphed when he captured her delectable scent. “Please Ly, just do this for me, just once!” He begged, almost groveling on one knee in front of her. Again, this human did everything she loved in a man, but God was he hideous and from this angle, his worst features came to fruition even more. The protruding nose and the wrongly freckled face did nothing for his rather unkempt complexion and his orange hair was tousled in the worst fashion.
“Read my perfect lips Dillion.” She paused, stepping away from him and trying her best to escape him. “No!”
Then, suddenly, something gripped her arm violently and she was pulled back in the vicinity she had previously been and within moments, two large boring blue eyes were staring angrily at the brunette. “Lyric, get on the goddamn stage you whore!” He snapped, tightening his hands firmly to try and prevent any attempt at escape. The Kelpie expressed only disbelief however not because of how rough he had been to her, but how stupid he was. Lifting an eyebrow she rolled her large emerald eyes again and retorted curtly, “Seriously, I think my pussy has more balls than you...” She knew it would hurt and within seconds the man raised an offensive arm in protest of her ego-cringing response. The world around them was so busy, no one seemed to take notice...
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2013 10:38:30 GMT -5
Azoriat watched the woman dance to the rhythm, this club was quickly becoming his favorite place. A center of sin, where lust, greed, violence, and envy met and percolated into an aura so thick Azoriat could almost get drunk on it. He sat at the bar watching as the small man tried to convince the woman to join the club's staff.
Azoriat sipped from the glass of absinthe he had been nursing. He did not require food or drink, nor could he get drunk. Something about the smell and taste of absinthe brought him flooding back to another time. watching hundreds of nobles lose their heads to the guillotine. Azoriat closed his eyes and swirled his glass remembering the screams and cries.
He was snapped out of his nostalgia by a voice over the music. "Lyric, get on the goddamn stage you whore!". Oh this was good, the man did not know that he had just made a grave mistake, he had gotten Azoriat's attention. He stepped from his stool adjusting his suit, causing the chains to rattle. He walked with purpose toward the two, the others on the dance floor parted to make way for him.
As soon as he was there his hand was at the man's throat lifting him off the floor. His eyes swirled like a storm brewing, a storm of rage and hunger. His face contorted into a snarl glaring into the man's eyes.
"The woman said no, worm"
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2013 0:26:49 GMT -5
Lyric did not flinch from the violent hand but only gazed unamused by Dillion’s idiocy. The Kelpie was positive that this embarrassing situation had captivated someone’s attention for someone as beautiful as Lyric was never the type to experience domination and she was absolutely correct. Not even a second had passed when the pathetic boy raised his arm to strike, a mysterious mass cut between her and the attacker, gripping Dillion’s throat in utter vexation. The sultry Kelpie retreated behind this defender and watched with extreme pleasure as her bothersome stalker was made to look more like a fool than he already did. Dillion’s coke bottle glasses swiveled off the bridge of his nose from Azoriat’s sheer grip which caused a gentle purr under Lyric’s luscious lips. Standing, the Kelpie observed the savior’s brawny form, the rough contours of his spine tensed from the weight of his powerful grip and Lyric began to beg that hopefully this protector’s face was just as wondrous as the rest of him. She adored dangerous men, for they were more exquisite when she broke their spirit of fighting back.
“Gack!” Dillion gasped and hacked for a single pocket of air as he hovered off the ground, his eyes like saucers in pure terror of this monster, the linear craters decorated his visage added more to this man’s overwhelming physique and all this puny human wanted to do was run. Still suspended, Dillion wiggled his legs in a desperate attempt to reach back down to the ground. “Please... I’m sorry! I-I didn’t know she had someone!” To him, there was no other explanation as to this man’s sudden involvement in the situation with the bitch!
Lyric let out a sensual giggle before strutting her exotic form beside Azoriat, snaking her silken fingers along his chest before perching herself beside the demon, delicately stroking each muscles, relishing the strength she felt from this man. She purred louder from the tingles traveling down her arm and with a hungry smile, she gazed at Dillion, who watched these rather erotic scene unfold, eyes still wide. “I didn’t either...” She cooed, tilted her gaze playfully to Azoriat, hoping he enjoyed what was posed beside him. She knew she was perfect, however there were plenty of douche bags that seemed to think otherwise. “I hope know you will understand what this man is trying to say poor dear.” She paused, shaking her head slowly, her polished auburn hair shimmering with the flashing strobe light of the Impression. “My answer is still no... got it?”
Dillion nodded his head, struggling to fight with the large hand still fixed on his throat. “Y-yes yes, please let me go!” He begged.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2013 9:39:07 GMT -5
Azoriat dropped the pathetic human roughly. He tasted his fear on the air, it would sate him for the time being. His muscles tightened as she ran her fingers along his chest. He could not place it but there was something about her, a taste of water. His brow furrowed, it was not often he could not determine what someone was. This one would prove interesting Azoriat wanted to know more, He wanted her.
"The worm will not bother you again."
His mind was reeling, almost in a fog. He had not felt this way in centuries, was it just her scent or was there something more? Azoriat's curiosity was piqued as he studied the woman, she looked mortal but then again looks can be deceiving. His mind again clouded as she spoke almost as if she were a succubus enthralling him. Azoriat's mind snapped to focus, he had almost fallen under her spell. He was careless, Azoriat never made the same mistake twice. He would have to be very careful with this woman.
"My name is Azoriat, what shall I call you?"
(sorry its so short I just woke up)
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2013 21:16:50 GMT -5
When Lyric’s unwanted acolyte was given his wanted freedom Dillion coughed and hacked again as oxygen was allowed through his lungs and for an instant, he almost toppled over from shock but he managed to catch himself staggering as he scurried away into the bustling bodies of the dance floor. Now, this only left the Kelpie and this peculiar admirer and as the enormous man turned his gazed at the gorgeous small form beside him, she scanned his face, still tight against his hip as she watched the Demon. He had obvious problems, the permanent scarring ruined his rather unique features but he was redeemable; his blend of classical and modern style added a distinct look to the man, which Lyric could not decide if it added a queer charm about him. Her jade almond irises fluttered as the mysterious stranger assured her that that little boy would not return, an alluring smile spreading onto her china white skin, her petite hand taking hold of a single lock and she began to twist it playfully as she continued to observe this gentleman. “Thank you, he has always tried to exploit me, like I’m just a whore he had fuck with whenever he wants. He wishes...” Her erotic form pivoted in front of him, her silky fingers still tracing along his lustful physique, her emerald eyes glued to his own.
“I’ve never heard that one before... very strong name Azoriat.” She allowed his name to roll of her tongue, almost moaning each syllable. She then turned her perfect buxom form so her rump was pressed up against him and she began to sway with the pounding music, her well-endowed body already drawing gazes again, both aroused and enraged. She beckoned his hands to touch her swinging hips in hopes of regaining some control of him. She had sensed his weakness for only a moment and now it seemed it had faltered, meaning that this savior was more than just a man. “You can call me Lyric... although you can call me anything you want Azoriat.” Again, she uttered his name in subtle ecstasy, throwing her head side to side with the booming tunes of the Impression.
“I would greatly enjoy in repaying your kindness,” She moved her arm back and began to stroke at Azoriat’s own hips as she continued to dance in front of him. “I can give you anything you want...”
ooc; its okay, your post was fine!
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2013 22:41:00 GMT -5
Were Azoriat weaker he would take this woman right here on the dance floor, he would dominate her body and mind until her soul screamed for him. Her lust was palpable as she ground her delicious body against him. He still was unsure of what exactly she was. Whatever she was, she was skilled in the art of seduction with power to back it up.
His hands wrapped around the front of her as if to take hold of her breasts. Quickly he turned her to face him, his breath hot like a campfire. His body still pressed up against hers.
"I am no mortal for you to toy with... if you wish to speak to me do so, if you wish to converse with me do so. But do not expect me to whimper and beg for the flesh between your thighs or the curve of your breast."[/color]
His voice was a low growl which only the two of them could discern. He did enjoy this creature's body but Azoriat would bend the knee to no one. He wished to know what this woman was, had met hundreds of succubi who had not affected him so. The rage inside him boiled, the unknown always angered him, and he knew nothing of her.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2013 0:01:45 GMT -5
Lyric was taken by surprise at Azoriat’s forceful nature although her face molded almost instantly to arousal as his hot breath tickled her face, those dark pits were boiling like demonic flames as he curtly scolded her natural skill of seduction and she responded only with continued eroticism. “I am talking love. Oh, and I’m not picky, I’ll take whatever you have for me.” She giggled, nuzzling close to the Demon, seeing no harm in a little fun. This man smelt like burning musk however it was sultry to her senses. She could feel his fiery soul through her fingertips stroking his firm chest.
“You don’t want me Azoriat?” She purred sadly, his flesh beginning to tingle as she focused intensely, gathering up the peculiar oils from her skin. Within moments, Azoriat’s hand would feel a odd sensation as her silken flesh excreted the adhesive water from her human pours, making it extremely difficult for his hands to release off her arms. He was her boy toy now; she knew he wanted her and she wanted him. As she stood before him, she rose on her tiptoes on encroached onto his face, pressing her voluptuous lips onto his own gently, continuing her teases. “You don’t want to take me Azoriat...?” Her naughty whisper carried into his lips and she groaned softly as her breasts pressed against her brawny chest.
“I want you.” She begged. “Do what you please, its the least I can do.”
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2013 13:33:39 GMT -5
As her lips pressed against his his mind began to fog once more. He tried to push her away but somehow he could not remove his hands from her. With rage boiling he maneuvered her to a wall in the corner of the club pressing her roughly against it. Did he want this woman? His body surely seemed to but his mind was a raging fire.
"Whether my body desires you or not, I do not care. I make no habit of bedding succubi or their like. My mind is my own."
His hot fiery breath cascaded over her as he spoke. He pressed tightly against her as if to take her. Azoriat's hands grew hot against her flesh. All he wanted was to break her tear her apart from the inside until she was an obedient slave. He closed his eyes trying to focus himself.
"You know not what you toy with... release me."
His voice seemed almost unsure as if he might break. She was strong but Azoriat would be damned if he would lose to her. Damned a peculiar word for him to think.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2013 17:11:28 GMT -5
As Azoriat pin her domineeringly to the wall, a light whine escaped her delicate lips and she separated from his own only to lick them hungrily as she savored the demon. He tasted deliciously criminal and that amused her greatly as she could sense the small cracks in his self control. Lyric raised a playful eyebrow when he compared her to a succubi and a giggle escaped her moist lips. “Rather peculiar choice of words dear Azoriat, have you had such experiences with such demons? I hope I’m the first to get this close because I assure you I am much better than that...” She let her cool whisper mix with his own hot breath, grinning hungrily to the towering beast as he pushed against her. Then, she felt his rough hands begin to sizzle against her silky flesh and small puffs of steam hovered between his clasped fingers. Within seconds, Lyric released Azoriat from her and drew back not from fear, but enticed surprise. “Mmm, showing your true colors, you devil.” The sting from his assault would not deter her from this target, for he would take her because it was what she wished and she always got what she wanted.
This was all about her getting what she wanted and she wanted him.
“But you can toy with me Azoriat. I’m your little kitty cat, you want me to purr for you hmm?” She moaned again, allowing him to feel her well-endowed physique shift beneath him. “What can I give you? Why are you not accepting my reward for your bravery in defending me against that pathetic excuse of a man?” She pouted mischievously, her emerald eyes batting innocently.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2013 17:32:23 GMT -5
He sighed in relief as she released him from her skin. He would have to be very careful with this woman. Her scent was intoxicating that much was true and it did not help matters that she continued to squirm her curves beneath him.
"It has been my experience with succubi and seductresses that rewards never come without a cost. I could make your body mine, but what would I lose in the process?"
His powerful hands gripped her waist caressing the fabric. He had regained his composure after coming dangerously close to becoming a slave to this creature as his brothers had fallen to the wizards in the dark ages. Azoriat was one of the strongest demons in those days and he doubted anything had changed. He locked eyes with the woman analyzing her. He would give her one chance to behave herself.
"If you truly wish to reward me you may do so by joining me for a drink, no powers no seduction, only yourself. In return I will swear no harm upon you. I have only recently returned to this world and do not wish at this time to harm anyone."
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2013 18:18:00 GMT -5
Lyric giggled again as he mentioned that he would be losing more than winning if he were to take her, which she found rather amusing. “Lose? You won’t lose anything with me sweetheart, I don’t feast on souls.” She teased, waving her hand in jest of such ridiculous accusations. Lyric enjoyed the thrills of sex because it was wonderful and generally with weak-minded boys like Dillion and many children in this club, it meant dinner. Although, she only feasted on passerbys at the lake; out here the fools were safe until she drew them there. Azoriat was not one she wanted to feast on for he was too enthralling to waste so suddenly. She did want to exploit his innate need of dominating something and Lyric wanted to be that Kelpie.
Lyric then placed an unamused hand onto her hips, observing the man as he requested her for a simple sit down with drinks and that any sort of sexual contact was out of the question if she was to escape with her life. Her face molded, obviously upset by his conditions. However, Lyric would entertain these disappointing orders for now, since she did owe him for taking care of Dillion (even though she could have taken him out herself, she was just hoping someone would take the bait, however this was not what she had in mind). “Aw, really sweet one? What shall we talk about? The weather, our charming families back home, our boring jobs as we swig our sorrows away?” She teased, slipping her hand in between his fingers and began to attempt in escorting him to a table. She would crack his hard cocoon one day and she would relish in her victory of winning him over. Besides, she enjoyed the challenge for years this seducing process had become unfortunately too easy so it would be a pleasant test to see if Lyric still had it in her to convince a brick wall.
“Since you asked so nicely.” She chuckled sarcastically, referring to his rather interesting threat/date. “I’ll find us a place nice and quiet for the two of us, unless you enjoy the rituals of the cattle?” She questioned, her entrancing emerald eyes began to shimmer as she calmed her alluring aura enough that Azoriat would be able to think a little more clearly now. At least, just him. As she stood beside him, eyes of utter shock decorated the dance floor as men of all shapes and sizes could not believe such a picture. This beautifully exposed woman with this massively intimidating devil who looked as if he could crush her small buxom frame.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2013 18:34:09 GMT -5
Azoriat followed her to her "secluded spot" curious. He was quite relieved when she turned down her aura, although he was almost disappointed that he wasn't attracted to her less. He watched her luscious thighs as she led him.
"I am not one for small talk, I wish to know what you are and what your intent is."
He sat, adjusting his suit opening a button at the collar. His eyes swirled looking at her looking for flaws, of which not many were found. He could only imagine the things she would do to capture her prey. He had no soul to feast upon so that did not worry him, what did worry him was becoming attached to this woman through lust or love.
"Are you owned Lyric? do you have a master?"
He leaned forward intent on her answer. It was not often Azoriat lusted and he would know as much as he could about the woman whom had stired his inner demons. This new world was surely interesting, not many had batted an eyelash at their display, a few hundred years ago they would burn at the stake.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2013 19:02:10 GMT -5
Guiding her chaperone of sorts, she approached a secluded corner where a lone man stood watch, his massive muscular form acted as an impossible wall to a world beyond the noise. Although, even through is shaded eyewear, Lyric obviously had captured his attention and it only took a flutter of her eyes for him to stand aside, allowing the shapely female and her strange company to ascend into this private foyer. There were private servants that served only the finest of spirits to its most loyal customers. It hadn’t taken long for Lyric to climb up the ladder of attention here and she had gained access her within days of visiting the Impression.
“My intent?” She responded in surprise from such a basic question. “My intent is for myself of course and what I want.” There was nothing complicated in her actions; she wanted him and Lyric was never one to deny what she wanted. Although, for Azoriat’s ‘kind’ gesture with Dillion, she would allow this moment to slip by unpunished. For now. “What I am? Well, I am me!” She teased, turning leftward down the hall of dimmed red lights.
Lyric stopped suddenly at his second question, rather shocked by such primitive accusations. Her, a master?! Ha! Such idiocy! “Owned? Do it look like someone that could be controlled by someone?! I wait for no one, people wait for me.” She began to stroll again, still amused by his question.
“This way love.” She purred, grasping the doorknob with her other hand and revealing a comfortable maroon couch with satin cloth a fine wooden furnishings. “I hope this is to your liking.” She released his hand and swayed promiscuously to the seat before sprawling her luscious form, her body posed as if pulled from a beautiful painting.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2013 21:48:57 GMT -5
Azoriat followed her curiously wondering where she would lead him. She said she was not owned, this new world truly was different he would need to adjust. The bouncer nodded them through and Lyric led them to a secluded room where she laid posing for him.
He placed his hand upon her thigh as he sat. It was his turn to turn up the heat, he could tell that she wanted him and he would play along. His eyes gazed upon her supple form, his eyes a swirling storm. This club was quite interesting, he could definitely see himself returning.
"You still have not told me what exactly what you are. Other than a lovely morsel that is. Perhaps it will help if I show you mine first..."
Azoriat unbuttoned his shirt slowly revealing his bare chest. Over his heart the flesh was torn aside revealing black scales with a hint of a maroon sheen. His pecs were massive and nearly every muscle perfectly sculpted. The scales exuded heat which rippled out over her.
"I am Demon, immortal. I am without fear, I cannot love for all I am is hate and rage incarnate. But most of all I am control... I am the master of fire and great many other things."
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2013 4:44:21 GMT -5
Goosebumps riddled her tender flesh as his temperate hand stroked her thigh, teasing her physical emotion as she continued to lay along the satin cloth couch, reveling in the peace from this secluded space. She watched him intently as he gazed back at her and observed her busty form, her breasts rising with each steady breath as he began to unbutton his shirt. “Is that all you want to show me Azoriat?” She could not resist her perky retorts for it was who she was: a flirt.
As his exposed skin was more in view, Lyric rose curiously from her elegant pose and drew closer to the large onyx plates where coating where his throbbing heart should be but there was nothing of the sort. Her large viridescent irises glittered as she seemed hypnotized by the dark spiral plastered on his skin. The overwhelming heat brushed against her warm face and she smiled softly, tempted to touch the bizarre demon “heart”.
“A master huh? Fascinating, explains your rather dated question! I guess since you’ve been so honest...” She giggled, swinging her russet locks over her right shoulder and she titled her head before she brushed her soft fingers against a strange birthmark behind the ear; it looked like a small piece of seaweed tucked behind her ear. “My true form would be rather large for this room so I think this is enough proof. I am a Kelpie, or better known by these simpletons as a water horse. I am also immortal and my survival derives from taking innocent lives in my water realm. I don’t know if you’ve visited Lake Pontrain, but that is where I live, and maybe lives have been lost there...” She giggled again, rather proud of her achievements. Also, she was technically not completely immortal without her bond, but this sinister but still handsome monster did not need to know that.
“So, what do you think? I’m actually very thrilled; I have never met someone such as you.” She scooted herself closer to him and left a gentle peck on his chin, her large breasts feeling the extreme heat as she drew closer to him for a moment before drawing back, cascading her hair back down her back as she seated herself beside Azoriat.
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