Thread: Dream Eater ~ Johto Adventures [Lady Grimoire x Viktoff Samson]

Blake watched as the young woman danced about on her feet until her left leg bore the brunt of her weight and her right foot was on it's toes. She was such a physical creature, and he adored this aspect. She communicated in ways beyond words and tone as her body seemed proficient in a language all of it's own. This was a sign to Blake that his potential prey wasn't anything like himself. A world existed in Blake's head. Curiosities and his imagination drove him to learn through experimentation. The only exercise he would get, which was plenty, would be chasing after pokemon to learn their habits or playing with the numerous Ghost pokemon that used to cling to him. A fond warmth entered Blake as he let the memories of the Ghosts playing tag and such child games wash over him. And that warmth was suffocated as he remembered the once failing health of his previous professor, how that professor's Daughter must have been a woman more like this one before him. Science was clearly beyond their interests, Blake couldn't find a trace of deep critical query with this woman's actions. As though the goodness of humanity was some general benefit of doubt that she had granted unto him, or if she were truly oblivious to the physical needs of a man, her reaction to his presence was simply as innocent as could be. That both entertained and disappointed Blake in one swoop. So you are taking proper care, then? That's good. He sounded genuine, which was simply his power of lying being flaunted. Blake simply didn't have a functioning human 'heart' in the aspect that others refer to. His bumped blood, and that was just about it. As appropriate for whatever social disorder Blake possessed, he simply didn't require the attention or desire of his partner to foster lust for them. Nothing is a two way street by design for Blake. He tried to pay attention to her words as she began to run on about something as he watched her eyes closely. Her sudden raising voice and turn to search had proven to be quite the jolt that delivered alertness throughout Blake's body. A sudden sense of truly being awake had gripped him in time to see the form-fitting pants hugging her bootiliciousness. In this precise moment, her prey status was fully established. What laid in wait for him beneath those form hugging pants had simply ignited his passion for discovery in a way that the study of pokemon never ever would. With a creeping, wintery smile inking across his lips, Blake stepped closer and closer to her. Each step felt like it took forever and though she was only a few feet away, he wondered if he was making any progress at all with his approach. Maybe it was the sugar from his treat just prior or perhaps his boundless, boyish glee, but Blake felt the fluttering of evil bat wings from within his cold chest. Gastly, Lick. He commanded casually. His life long pokemon companion knew well that Blake was both intelligent and possessed endless mutual interests for their partnership, so he simply never disobeyed. The purple and black gas ball pokemon solidified right in Samantha's face. Few humans run into a Ghost pokemon so suddenly like this without being caught in frigid horror. The pokemon's large eyes and mouth opened wide with exaggerated chuckles as his candy scented breathe escaped him like a cloud to surround her face. Just as the scent would overpower her, the Gastly's tongue grew in size and ran directly up her chest, neck and face. A trail of slobber being left on her top, her neck and the skin of her face, ending before her eyes. This lick was powerful enough to paralyze a snorlax, at times. Surely a human like Samantha would fall victim to this.