Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2014 0:37:17 GMT -5
ooc: apologizes for the sloppy rush post. Getting back into the swing of things lol
“You boys want a piece of me?” The equine seducer found herself displayed on top the Impression stage, her sultry vocal cords reverberating through the sound systems as she threw her divine form about, teasing all the pitiful cattle clawing for her begging for a quick touch of this exotic dancer. The curvaceous Lyric wore a red “dress” as if created for her. A specific tune had awoken the physical artist in the Kelpie and she took the chance to hop onto the stage, even with her internal struggle (albeit if you could call it that) not to expose herself.
She was aware she’d turned down this exposing opportunity previously however Lyric had become more veracious in her appetites since her soul was swallowed by the Demon of Hunger himself, Azoriat. She lived to satisfy his strongest urge: corpses for his undead army and his soulless minions. He had an entire ensemble of killers beneath him with Lyric at the helm, resting her luxurious nude form beside him. Lyric imagined this painted masterpiece within her mind’s eye as she swayed her hips promiscuously to the crowd, luring them closer to her... “Venus Fly Trap”.
“Come here baby, let me taste you!” A blind mortal clawed for her soft skin which he’d managed to stroke moments ago, feeling the poisonous lust within the pours of her thigh. She was glowing and no one seemed focused on anything but her. At least, the men were.
“Get her off the stage!” A woman bellowed, gripping her male counterpart and thrashing him about, trying to deter his attention from the Kelpie. It seemed useless and all of the females joined in the fray however silenced beneath the music and lustful howls echoing through the night club.
“You have to do better than that!” Lyric giggled as she swung her leg across the stage, just out of reach from the outstretched hands that hungrily begged for contact. Suddenly, a man hopped onto the stage and snatched one of the dangling threads from her dress and attempted to pull her down. Lyric stumbled and found herself bombarded with hands groping her at every turn. Normally, a woman in this situation would have called for assistance however this vicious Kelpie would do no such thing. She laughed and laughed as if they were tickling her, feeling her spell spread across their fingertips as her poison slipped beneath their skin, bewitching them further to almost complete control.
She had them all.
“Shall we take this party to the lake boys!?” Lyric burst through the crowd, shoving her pesky followers away so she could continue to the next part of the plan. Although risky, she would lure them all to her lair and allow most to create a distraction as she snatched a small batch for her king. She had never “exercised” with so many but what better time to start. She needed to please her master.
Her King.
“You boys want a piece of me?” The equine seducer found herself displayed on top the Impression stage, her sultry vocal cords reverberating through the sound systems as she threw her divine form about, teasing all the pitiful cattle clawing for her begging for a quick touch of this exotic dancer. The curvaceous Lyric wore a red “dress” as if created for her. A specific tune had awoken the physical artist in the Kelpie and she took the chance to hop onto the stage, even with her internal struggle (albeit if you could call it that) not to expose herself.
She was aware she’d turned down this exposing opportunity previously however Lyric had become more veracious in her appetites since her soul was swallowed by the Demon of Hunger himself, Azoriat. She lived to satisfy his strongest urge: corpses for his undead army and his soulless minions. He had an entire ensemble of killers beneath him with Lyric at the helm, resting her luxurious nude form beside him. Lyric imagined this painted masterpiece within her mind’s eye as she swayed her hips promiscuously to the crowd, luring them closer to her... “Venus Fly Trap”.
“Come here baby, let me taste you!” A blind mortal clawed for her soft skin which he’d managed to stroke moments ago, feeling the poisonous lust within the pours of her thigh. She was glowing and no one seemed focused on anything but her. At least, the men were.
“Get her off the stage!” A woman bellowed, gripping her male counterpart and thrashing him about, trying to deter his attention from the Kelpie. It seemed useless and all of the females joined in the fray however silenced beneath the music and lustful howls echoing through the night club.
“You have to do better than that!” Lyric giggled as she swung her leg across the stage, just out of reach from the outstretched hands that hungrily begged for contact. Suddenly, a man hopped onto the stage and snatched one of the dangling threads from her dress and attempted to pull her down. Lyric stumbled and found herself bombarded with hands groping her at every turn. Normally, a woman in this situation would have called for assistance however this vicious Kelpie would do no such thing. She laughed and laughed as if they were tickling her, feeling her spell spread across their fingertips as her poison slipped beneath their skin, bewitching them further to almost complete control.
She had them all.
“Shall we take this party to the lake boys!?” Lyric burst through the crowd, shoving her pesky followers away so she could continue to the next part of the plan. Although risky, she would lure them all to her lair and allow most to create a distraction as she snatched a small batch for her king. She had never “exercised” with so many but what better time to start. She needed to please her master.
Her King.
