Thread: wicked blood | feat. sixlikesgore

XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx M xxxxxxxx Centuries had turned into eons for a very certain fallen angel she'd spent many years among the Heavens with her wings in tact, donning her fellow archangels with a means to rid their explicit desires. But after eons of being used, and the cultivating essence of sin pulsating off the Earthly plane, it was hard for the Angel to remain so - pure. As a result, Naamah's fall from the Heavens had been anything but graceful. The years in which she'd spent walking the plane of Earth outnumbered her time beside any Savior in the sky, molding her into the sexual predator that she now was. After spending so many years honing the energy off unsuspecting individuals or couples, the very essence of 'angelic' had completely ebbed from the woman's body, replacing that divinity of light with something much more sinister, and hungry. Years had slipped by, and the increasing rate of its occupants making poorer and poorer choices, Naamah had her pick of which degenerate to absorb every night of the week. Unfortunately for the dark haired beauty, it wasn't the desire to feed that kept her roaming the streets of whatever city she happened to stroll into it was the desire to find something more . It'd been too long since the succubi had felt the animalistic desire that her tainted soul craved to connect with, never able to find someone up to par with her sexual hunger. There was never enough no heightened amount of emotion could sedate her need. Naamah needed something raw , and destructive . It wasn't until the solar flare hit that a new aura started to mingle within the streets teasing Naamah with a glimpse of what this individual was capable of. At first, it started slow.. slow enough that made the creature assume it was a passing frenzy. But when the body count started to grow, kidnapping numbers increased, and the rate of sexual assaults intensely skyrocketed higher than Naamah had ever felt - she knew. When something chaotic and horrific happened, his familiar pheromones were all over the streets. Pheromones that were beginning to make the sex-crazed demon lose all sense of control. Usually, the succubi could follow any trail especially if the stench was this thick in the air. But no matter how hard she tried, Naamah was always three steps behind this masked figure, only capable of witnessing the aftermath of the energy he spent. There was nothing more frustrating than chasing a diminishing trail, week after week. But Naamah needed to seek this individual out - to witness this prowess first hand. Licking up his sloppy seconds was getting rather old, and her hunger had grown to an insatiable stage that was impossible to ignore any longer. Desperate was a good word to describe her next course of actions, considering she hadn't been able to resist long enough to fully understand the way this man's head ticked. Luckily, the demon had it under good belief that he only sought out individuals who interested him - the cultivating smells she'd inhale from the aftermath of his destruction certainly smelt intriguing to say the least. Manipulating her own pheromones wasn't hard, and neither was her looks all Naamah needed was an intoxicating scent and a compelling figure. Obtaining this wasn't the cake walk the demon had anticipated, but she'd succeeded in a matter of nights. It hadn't been hard to find the poor thing, wandering what seemed to be aimlessly through an alley, having just finished a midnight shift at a bar. The woman had been in such a daze that Naamah slipped by without noticed, retrieving everything she needed to transform herself into a perfect replica , clothes and all. That had been the easy part.. Relocating the intoxicating scent of Black Mask was a much different task. One that she nearly gave up on out of frustration, until she heard the echos of a woman's shrieks, and joining laughter. Multiple men, it appeared to be, but it was worth a look.. As Naamah glided to the breach of an alley, it was clear she arrived just in time to see two chains plunge through the chests of each male, spearing all three of them in a gut-wrenching plop . Instantly, gray eyes widened in delighted surprise, unable to hold back the gleeful grin that gripped her lips as all three bodies were hoisted into the air. Mm.. the demon couldn't help but release in approval, eyes soaking up the woman's reaction as the blood began to soak through her clothes. It was almost too captivating to pull herself from the shadows, and initiate her plan but the smell of blood and arousal was heavy in the air, filling her nostrils, and fueling the heat between her thighs. Naamah needed this, no matter how enticing it'd be to watch what may happen next to this poor, defenseless girl.. Exiting the alley, Naamah adverted her gaze, making it seem as though she had just wandered by without taking notice to the horrors before her. With each step, she made sure that the stiletto heels she wore clicked, wanting to draw as much attention to her perceived form as possible. When she knew that his attention was grabbed, the woman's pace seemed to quicken, but her posture remained the same each step echoed her move forward, allowing her hips to sway within the leather pants that held so tight to the woman's form. Dipping into an alley with a sharp right turn, Naamah's body collided with the shadows within and seemingly disappeared, nothing but her scent left to guide his trail. And by the time he'd find her, she'd already have lured him into her trap, contorted back to her original form nothing but her long raven locks to cast over her pale skin. You're elusive, the demon would say when her whereabouts was finally discovered, a smug look on her face. Raising her chin, confidence oozing out of every single pore, Naamah's hazel orbs slowly stroked over the man before her, as though her pupils could rip the restricted clothing off simply from willing it with her gaze. Inhaling a deep breath, a groan eased from the back of Naamah's throat, taking an uncaring step towards him. Now, now.. don't be disappointed. Lifting a hand, Naamah reached forward and tapped the man's mask-covered cheek, almost patronizingly. I know you were expecting some.. thing .. else. Grinning, the outstretched right hand dropped from his mask, flashing to the waist of his pants in an abrupt second, forcefully pulling him forward to close the distance between them with ease. But I can promise you've never had something like me .. Sliding her tongue from between her lips, exposing a subtle forked tip, the succubi drew the muscle over his lips enticingly. Or the things I can get you .. xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxx XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX