Thread: To Love and Lust (insatiable x Sarah72)

Curiously perverted eyes wandered toward the parting tavern curtain to focus on it's unlikely patron. A woman? most of the male inhabitants pondered before their crass imaginations ran over. The mangy, dark business usually only attracted a certain type of man aggressive, pitifully drunk, and eager to throw his coin at the only type of woman who would join his company at such a place. The seedy atmosphere made the perfect meeting spot for the whores of the city town to gather and exchange with the men the coin in their pockets for a spot in their beds. And for the past fortnight, their promiscuous exchanged had been especially lucrative, for both women and men. And it had all sprouted since the arrival of their secret demonic visitor. Before any of them could attempt approaching Kiera, a sultry figure descended from the upper levels and those wanting glares now trained upon her appearance. A few familiar men hastily surrounded her and spoke their eager greetings while she offered them knowing smiles and modest, feminine laughter. Mara, I... would you please grace me with a fortune telling again, this night? one man came forth to ask her with a trembling uncertainty that only she could sense. I have already told you, Caldwell, Mara replied with an icy staccato, There a little fortune out there for a man as yourself. At this time, I can only offer you a... purge of all of the evil that plagues your life. Mara could hardly stand the regular assault of drunken, hungry breaths constantly upon her face, but her art of fortune-telling was fruitful in it's constant supply of men who all also readily traded parts of their soul for a night with Mara and her dangerous bed. In a short time frame, she had become a regular name amongst the tavern patrons as they spoke lewd gossips of her sexual prowess. And each day, her clientele grew and entered her room to offer parts of their soul, piece-by-piece. It was too risky to take them all at once, the succubus pondered before. Such quick work and disappearance of so many men would attract the wrong type of attention, so Mara opted to slowly drain the tavern of it's regulars until it was barren. But, her careful approach now seemed futile considering the strong hints of blood that was now a part of the air. But, not this night, Mara digressed, brushing a greasy hand from her delicate shoulder. Her own hungered gaze stared onto Kiera, Someone else needs my talents, and it's quite urgent. Mara left her admiring group and approached the source of dreadful, silvery scent. Her round hips swayed suggestively with her strut, the long skirt that concealed them was the color that of the earth and it's hem was decorated with a line of gold-colored ornaments that chimed gently with each of her calculated movements. She wore a tightened, cream colored blouse that unabashedly detailed the curves of her breast and exposed her midriff with a ruffled strap that ended the garment at her upper abdomen. A patterned strap of cloth tied around her forehead to meet into a small, neat bow at the back of her head, keeping the wavy, voluminous auburn locks tamed and away from her ladylike face. Her feet remained bare and were constantly stained with the soot of the tavern floor. Pardon me, my lady, the gypsy-like lady called Kiera's attention, I hope this is not too intruding, but I feel obligated to warn you of the terrible, vengeful shadow that surrounds you. A sincere smile creased Mara's lips, but her large, almond-shaped eyes held a knowing worry. Carefully, she continued, I assure you this is no folly nor trickery against you. Many of this tavern will attest to my power of foresight. It wasn't total trickery, at least. This mysterious woman did certainly have a dark aura haunting about her. It was intriguingly captivating, even for Marazana-- but she was too weary of any trouble this woman could bring about to even attempt to uncover it. The demoness had great thing going at the tavern, with the queen... and it wasn't often that a hell-born were able to roam the middle-realm long enough to enjoy such an undertaking. Mara moved in closer until their breasts were almost touching, then tilted her head to speak a secretive whisper into Kiera's ear. Allow me to advise you on ridding of this evil spirit, her tone had melt into a seductive, inviting purr, I can appoint you as soon as this night, and at no coin price for you. Mara's heavy chest lifted in deep breath as smell of fresh blood from this woman's blade intoxicated her, sending her demonic instincts into a silent frenzy.