Thread: Krimson's Writing Samples (Status in first post)

RE Krimson's Space 07-2014 The Path of the Unconquerable Queen with darkestfate Kyra was far too ancient to pointlessly brandish her power. There was a purpose behind every action. From the chains ensnaring the once unresistant champion, to the revealing of her demonic nature, to her cruel mockery of Lyrella's trapped state there was a perfectly rational explanation for each. Perhaps the explanation was not of some grand overarching design, but certainly one well-suited to her interests - Lyrella was not allowed to hang onto even the illusion of cooperation. There was nothing willing about what was happening. Kyra thought to dominate, and passivity and acceptance of her dominance was almost...boring. She wanted to see the champion struggle and fight, wanted to see anger and fear alike cloud those pretty sapphires, wanted Lyrella to realize just how fucked she was, and, after bringing her to the peak of fury, drive her toward an altogether different precipice... Humans were such expressive creatures. To a demon, each emotion was like a drink of a different flavor, all intoxicating in their own rights. But, amid them all, lust was by far the most delicious. If Kyra could read Lyrella's thoughts, surely she would have laughed again. A succubus? If only if she were something so low-class, something that relied on the sexual essence of living creatures for survival. But either way, there was no reason to correct the mistake. She didn't mind being underestimated - her last blunder with humanity had taught her a lesson the shadow-cloaked arrow was far harder to evade than the brightly flashing sword. Plus, there was some appeal in letting Lyrella think that she was but a demon scion, a weak creature unable to best the champion in physical combat. The weaker Lyrella perceived her to be, the greater the humiliation the champion will face upon being forced to submit. What a horribly innocent creature this one was. Kyra purred with pleasure as the wet tongue embraced her own, naively dueling against hers in a battle for dominance. Lyrella wielded her tongue as if a spear, thrusting and twisting as if she could somehow tongue-fuck Kyra to submission. It was amusing but also arousing, her arousal made evident in the flush upon her features, the fog settling over her eyes, giving her an even more enticing look. Of course, one does not live this long only to be distracted by arousal. The licks of desire were pleasant, but hardly able to cloud her judgment. As the champion pulled back to hurl insults at her, insults that rang rather hollow - she needed not this one's approval to know her own strength - the demon only greeted Lyrella was an infuriating smirk. Oh I'm so frightened, she mocked in an exaggerated tone. As for whether not you are a whore , only time would tell, my dearest... Even as she spoke, her hand slipped from Lyrella's jaw to caress the tanned column of throat, dancing over the golden rings down to trace overly shapely collarbones, descending further still, brushing enticingly over the full swell of breast. Her tantalizing touch grew firmer the demon palming a full breast, finding it exceeding a handful. She kneaded with surprising gentleness, applying precisely enough pressure to arouse. Her palm grazed against the sensitive peak - the flimsy fabric did little to hinder her touch, if anything, the smooth silk only enhanced the sensuality of her motions. But Lyrella dost protest too much. The demon would see to it that the next time she opened her mouth, it would be to give voice to moans rather than more frivolous words. Her thumb ghosted over that peak now, already firm and eager for her touch. The demon was yet unwilling to give a firmer touch, only brushing teasingly over that stiffened peak, sending tingles of pleasure coursing through her unwilling captive. Another rather interesting faucet of her fluids - whatever sensitivity Lyrella had would only be increased. Not to ridiculous heights, to be sure, but enough to allow her to feel every touch as pleasurable, excruciatingly so. That spaded tail was quite unwilling to stay still as well. It trailed along the length of a toned thigh, stroking delicately as if a lover's touch. Caressing over the sensitive flesh of Lyrella's inner thigh, dancing over to the other, drifting ever so close to the junction between thighs, hinting at what's to come, but never quite touching. She leaned in for another kiss, a kiss placed along the shapely jaw, following that arc to suckle upon the champion's earlobe, before nipping at the ridge of her ear with a hint of fang. Her touches were light, playful almost. Despite the claws tipping her fingers, the demon had yet to evoke any pain. At present, she wanted Lyrella to feel quite the opposite...it would be great fun to see arousal tainting the anger the champion was broadcasting so strongly.