Thread: A Necessary Evil [Prince x Insatiable]

Mara came awake at the call of her name. Her reddened eyelids instinctively fluttered open, and her blurred gazed remained focused on the dusty floor below. Brennan..., was all the demoness could manage before her sultry call devolved into a breathless, weak coughing fit. In an effort to dispel the pitiful display, Mara struggled to stand on her own feet, but it had been of no use. What had been just a few days had felt like months of agony for the suffering, starving succubus. Her knees eventually buckled and she returned to hanging almost lifelessly from her chains. Mara, who's being rarely needed rest or sleep, now struggled to remained conscious in her weakened state. Her dreams, once filled with the sexual debauchery of those who dared to sleep in her vicinity, were now eerily blank. The Darkness had already become her, and she reveled every sinful moment in it, but this was different. It was lonesome . It was empty . And Mara felt a terrible anxiety that this new darkness would cripple her until she was eventually, nothing . Was this the Light? It was thought of her own mother, so weak-willed and bending, made Mara feel pity for those who had done penance for their repressed, carnal desires. She knew who she was, and she could not live without lust. Brennan, she resumed, her expression still shielded by her messy, dark strands, How could they send you, Brennan, whose soul is so shamefully wrapped in his own sins? There was a hint of amusement, and secrecy, in Mara's voice. In one quick motion, Mara jerked her head backwards. Her raven hair flipped behind dainty shoulders, finally revealing to Brennan the face that had haunted his men at night. Pale yellow eyes replicated the beaming moon from the tower window and raked over his form in a manner that would make almost anyone feel violated.. The nervous habit of gently chewing her lips in times of distress, had given them a delicately rosy hue. But, the most noticeable was Mara's high cheekbones that had soon become flushed with color due to her unyielding smile. Even in the face of her restraints, and the intimidating row of torture tools, it was all the demoness could do to not give her captor any sense of fear from her. Lord Commander Brennan, Mara repeated in a mocking manner, Out of all the men I have I have corrupted, do you know who has the most depraved images within their cores? She looked to him with the same curious smile, It's those who are known to be the most righteous-- soldiers, fathers, ...priests. The more man resists this carnal nature of his, the more vicious and villainous he becomes as it festers within him. You are of no exception, Brennan. She halted her words, and thought to herself, and I am going to enjoy making you realize just that. Lord Commander Brennan, I hope you do not seek to blame me for the slaughter of your solider at night's past. They both were weak, and I adored that. Mara, insensitive about the occurrence, chuckled and gave a content sigh as the memory flooded her mind. Her new found confidence had somewhat returned her strength, and allowed the demoness back onto her own feet. I told them both they could have me in what ever manner they pleased. I was so deprived that I was willing to be used like a whore. I looked forward to them finding my prison chambers in the night and making me wail to my content. Mara's hips had began to squirm uncomfortably, her ample chest expanding and contracting with each of her excited pants of breath. The craving and desire had become almost unbearable and she wasn't helping herself by getting herself worked up. But that fool ruined it. 'Killed his own 'brother' just because he couldn't bear the thought of not being inside of me for a few moments. Is this what the Light does to it's men? They only wished to serve the Light. Unless they had done so that night, I'd most likely die before the sun rose. Then, all your efforts would have been for naught. But, here I am. And now, I am fading again. Mara had went from daring, to needy. Her full lips pouted and her brows furrowed in a beggared arch. It wasn't hard to prove her condition, as her drained physical appearance had displayed most of it for her. But her sweat-glistened skin and disheveled hair had only enhanced the succubus' seductiveness. Touch me, Brennan, she said, almost commanding him. Her thighs spread in invitation and she shuddered in anticipation Take this sin from me, or I won't live to confess anything to you tomorrow.