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Thread: An Improper Summoning (Translucentfeathers & Demonic Desires)

RE An Improper Summoning translucentfeathers x demonic desires Gwyn's eyes widened when plumes of thick black smoke filled the basement, a distant rumbling causing her to fall to her knees and cover her ears, a few of rhe candles going out and tipping, rolling across the floor and disappearing into the darker recesses of the room. Gwyn looked up, her light blue eyes searching through the darkness when there was a sudden gust and the smoke cleared dramatically. This was no mere weak demon. Gwyn stood, face full of shock at the creature currently towering in front of her. There had to have been a mistake, this wasn't right. She frantically grabbed the little book used for the summoning and searched its old age worn pages while trying to ignore the creature currently watching her with what seemed to be almost a twisted sense of amusement. How had she messed this up so terribly. The creature was settling in, her threats evident and slightly terrifying when Gwyn relised that the being was right. She was cornered. This isn't...you aren't right. She glanced up then before taking a deep calm breath. Allowing herself to show fear or erupt in an outburst would only antagonize this creature and she seemed relatively safe inside of the small circle it appears she had mistakenly trapped herself in. What are you? She-no it, Gwyn couldn't afford risk opening herself up to sympathies by humanizing it. Though its tall frame flared out in curves that were most definitely female. It was only after Gwyn caught herself staring that she felt a blush race over her pale cheeks. She shifted, wrapping the book tightly to her chest as her eyes narrowed on the thing settling in across from her. What are you?
Thread: An Improper Summoning (Translucentfeathers & Demonic Desires)

RE An Improper Summoning translucentfeathers x demonic desires Being what she was, which is to say a succubus, it was only natural that in the little interim between Gwyns natural pause to try and comprehend the situation Vratsia cast her eyes quite openly over the womans body. It was to say the least a very refreshing change from the sordid old men who had formerly tried to mate with her. It might even be fun, given that this time she would be the one in control of the entire situation. As Vratsia imagined over a few of the differing things that she might begin with, she folded her arms under her full breasts and started to idly swish her tail behind herself in the very model of patience. It was an idle fancy though, a quick slash of a razor-tipped tail across the throat would remedy this situation, since she had absolutely no intentions whatsoever of rewarding this pathetic human creature by giving her what she wanted in the first place. Not after having the nerve to summon her as if she were a poorly trained puppy. No, that would not suffice. Idly she scratched at the wooden floorboards with the sharp claws on her toes, a little fire would get the girl moving out of that circle, either shed have to move away because of the heat, or the smoke would make her collapse. It wasnt a perfect solution though, Vratsia was a powerful demon, but even she wasnt completely impervious to fire. It would be painful for her as well, though certainly not fatal. She was distracted though by the humans scrabbling through the book, and then of all the rude questions the girl dared to ask what Vratsia was? The heated glare came back into her eyes for a moment, as she realised that the impetuous girl had summoned her without even knowing who or what she was. Tone dripping with ice and ire the succubus responded I am Sia, Queen of the Ileski tribe of succubi, and you, mortal, are my prey. It was a complete lie of course, for one thing demons didnt even have tribes, let alone queens, but the title sounded fitting and the human probably didnt know any better. Since the mortal seemed to be unaware of who she was, Vratsia had used the shortened version of her name, since after all, having a demons true name gives you some measure of power over it. Noticing the wandering eyes and blush, the demons lips quirked into a sly smile as she purred in a silky and seductive tone. Come my dear, enjoy the fruits of your labours, taste of what you have summoned. With that, a shimmer of smoke ran over her body, obscuring it from view for a moment. When it cleared, the scaled garments that had formerly covered her nudity were completely gone, revealing two dark blue nipples and a hairless mound between her legs. Maybe temptation would succeed, where fire would not.
Thread: An Improper Summoning (Translucentfeathers & Demonic Desires)

RE An Improper Summoning translucentfeathers x demonic desires The sound of claws on the floorboards had her unnerved, the very way this creature eyed her and said she was prey left her throat dry and her chest feeling tight. Gwyn held the creatures gaze though, a small part of her refusing to merely fall to her knees and beg for mercy or back down despite her mistake. However, when Gwyn heard the title, the name she paled. A succubus? And it appeared she had mistakenly summoned a powerful one at that if her claiming the title of Queen was to be believed. With a panicked glance down at the book she clung to Gwyn realized there would be little to no chance of her finding anything in it to send something so strong as this back to the realm she had been dragged from. The succubus' ire was growing and she watched as the creature took Gwyn in and seemed to be debating what to do with her. Gwyn's mind reeled as she tried to think of what she could do. She knew next to nothing about the being in front of her and the not knowing is what left her slightly terrified. Not knowing what this creature's weaknesses were, what her abilities and powers entailed. Gwyn felt herself completely ignorant and hated it, hated it almost as much as when she was used as a punching bag and a means for venting the frustrations of those who chose to torment her. There was a change in the creatures tone suddenly, that pulled Gwyn from her own thoughts. The voice had lost a measure of its heat and replaced it with seductive purring tones that had Gwyn tugging her full bottom lip between her teeth. The offer of allowing Gwyn to appreciate the 'fruits of her labors' and at the sight of the succubus' body becoming unhindered by the black fabric covering her nakedness had left Gwyn feeling thrown. She felt the heated blush in her cheeks spread as it traveled down over the nape of her neck, coloring her pale skin before she averted her eyes quickly. I did not mean to summon you, she said quickly, eyes squeezed shut against the mental image of the tempting feminine form before her. I was merely looking for a low level demon. Gwyn hated the way she continued to blush and the heat that had spiked through her very core when the minimal clothing had all but melted off. It was wrong though, to think of this creature in such a way. Her naked form should not be arousing, shouldn't be leaving her tempted to break the circles connection and cross over into the room this succubus now inhabited.
Thread: An Improper Summoning (Translucentfeathers & Demonic Desires)

RE An Improper Summoning translucentfeathers x demonic desires There was something that humans only half-understood about killing, something that demons were far more in tune with. To take the essence of life and snuff it out like a candle meant accepting a part of it into your own soul. In some sort of misguided notion humans refered to this concept of morality, and claimed that it was wrong to kill at all. Far from thinking that, faced with the prospect of killing a powerful magic user, someone powerful enough to summon her, Vratsia was almost eager in a macabre sort of way to steal part of that power. So of course, when she found out that she had been summoned by accident of all things, she had to question her intentions. Did she want to accept part of the soul of an idiot into her own? Hardly. It only made matters worse when the girl closed her eyes, as if simply removing the demon from her sight would make the whole encounter less real somehow. An idiot and a coward, no, killing in this particular situation was not the answer. It was beneath the succubus to perform such an act, yet at the same time her anger only flared brighter as she became surer than ever that such a transgression deserved punishment. Making the most of the fact that the girl had her eyes closed, Vratsia shadow walked. She vanished from the spot in which she was standing, and then silently a small billowing trail of smoke crossed the room to the other side of the summoning circle. Coalescing again, now behind Gwyn, the succubus drew back her tail and flicked it like a whip, not making contact with the girl, but making a loud cracking noise just like a real whip. At the same time she roared Well you failed! Pathetic Mortal! It was a simple and not very subtle trick, hoping that the fact that her voice was suddenly coming from behind the frightened girl would make her step forwards and out of the circle she was standing in out of pure shock.
Thread: An Improper Summoning (Translucentfeathers & Demonic Desires)

RE An Improper Summoning translucentfeathers x demonic desires Gwyn was lost in her own thoughts, lost in the darkness behind her closed eyes and tried to ignore desperately the uncertainty and fear washing over her. Once she had managed to draw a few stabilizing breaths, her eyes opened slowly, the succubus was no longer in front of her. The realization of the creatures absence never had a chance to strike fear through her as it should have, the sound of what could only be compared to that of a whip cracking in the air behind her had her flinching. The succubus' voice rang out, the roar near deafening and it had Gwyn stumbling away from the source, startled. Her foot stepped out of the summoning circle, just enough to break its power and Gwyn glanced back in a panic. The naked form of the tall dark beautiful creature stood menacingly on the other side of the chalk markings and Gwyn stared at her, mouth parting slightly as she shook her head against the image the terrifying creature made. Realizing her mistake the young woman threw the book blindly at the creature behind her in hopes of at least mildly distracting the other creature as she broke out in a run for the stairs. She was desperate to try and escape but even if she made it what then? The upper levels of the house would offer her no more protection than a thin sheet of glass would offer against a stone. The certainty of failure did nothing to deter her attempts at escape and she rushed, slipping past the small space she had cleared to work to dodge through some boxes and old furniture that had been abandoned within her parents basement for over a decade now.
Thread: An Improper Summoning (Translucentfeathers & Demonic Desires)

RE An Improper Summoning translucentfeathers x demonic desires Vratsia saw the perfect moment with complete clarity, the moment when the blundering humans foot came down on her painstakingly drawn lines, smudging them and completely breaking the spell. She could have struck out right then, killed the pathetic creature and been done with the whole affair. Instead she savored that look of panic and dawning understanding as it broke onto the humans face, but that was cut short by the book that was hurled her way. The tail that had already proved so useful came into play again, as the succubus flicked it in front of herself and used the tip the slice the book out of the air, the pages spilling to the ground both in chunks and fluttering sheets. It wasnt the disctraction that the girl had been hoping for, but all the same there was no immediate chase. Giving chase like some cat going after a runaway mouse was beneath the succubus, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve that removed the need. The fact that she had been summoned by Gwyn meant that the two of them shared a link, and the demon tapped into that now. You shouldnt run, prey she called out, using that link to cause a sudden hot sensation to flood the humans body. I dont need to even be near you to set you on fire using my mind, so come and be face to face with that which you summoned because, if you keep running, Ill turn you into charcoal before you reach a hundred feet from me.
Thread: An Improper Summoning (Translucentfeathers & Demonic Desires)

RE An Improper Summoning translucentfeathers x demonic desires The sudden heat scorching through her and those taunting words left her paralyzed with fear as she abruptly halted in her escape. The creature would kill her either way, wouldn't she? Gwyn shut her eyes as she battled internally with the choices laying out before her. In the end, there really was no choice. She straightened and let out a slow breath before turning to face the succubus. There was fear there, and anxiety coursed through her as she wondered just what sort of death this being would inflict upon her, but she wouldn't run. Her inital panic was starting to give way as she recognized the mistake she had made and the facr this creature was going to demand retribution for it. With the same determination she drew upon to get out of hed every morning and face every other danger that life seemed to enjoy inflicting upon her she returned to the small space that had been cleared. Gwyn kept her shoulders back this time, and refused to simply cower or fall to her knees and beg. Perhaps death would be better than what she dealt with, it had never really been an appealing option. To die because she had mispronounced words and failed to set up a summoning properly would be a rather pathetic way to go, she wouldn't allow herself to run anymore or try and cower away from this. Gwyn would own up to her mistakes though and despite the tempting and beautiful sight the creature in front of her made she met the creatures eyes, lips drawn together tightly hands at her sides. Just kill me then, and get it over with, she muttered, eyes never leaving the other being's.
Thread: The Retrosexual. [ Google ... Yaga ]

Huffing to herself, the small rabbit took the last dish and set it down a little harshly into the rack, not shattering it, but coming close. Three years of marriage, and it had been always perfect - or close - until about a week ago. But we can adopt! It will be just fine, it- No. Absolutely not. No. Yoni walked away from the now empty sink and into the living room of their cozy apartment. Not too big, but perfect enough for just the two of them. And, in Yoni's mind, one more. She dug around in the pockets of her sweater before pulling out a pack of Marlboro's, lighting up and blowing the smoke away. She knew that Kane didn't like it when she smoked inside, but he wasn't here, and he was pissing her off, anyway. What he didn't know, wouldn't hurt him. Until he came home and smelled it. Yoni got to her feet quickly and opened a window, poking her head out into the darkness. She knew where he was. Sometimes he would go to the bar after work with his friends and get a few drinks. Of course, Kane always told her beforehand. Kane thought she was being controlling and bitchy, but Yoni wanted to make sure that he was okay. She bent slightly, resting her arms on the sill and gazing into the black abyss. He was staying out a little bit later than usual, and it was beginning to irk her. She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she smoked, hoping he would at least call a cab or have one of his friends bring him home if he was drunk. Flicking away her spent fag, Yoni dropped herself onto the couch once more, folding one shapely leg over the other and turning on the television. She didn't watch it, but the background noise was nice. Yoni sighed and shut her eyes, allowing her head to droop back onto the cushions. Convincing Kane to have a child with her would probably be more difficult than it was worth.
Thread: The Retrosexual. [ Google ... Yaga ]

For Kane Strauss life was almost perfect, not entirely there but it was going very well. The thirty year old had a wife in her mid twenties that he loved, he had a good job that paid rather well, his apartment though smaller then what he could afford was plenty of space for them and allowed for money to be saved, and of course he had one hell of a nice car provided by the law firm to one of their top earners. Of course the difference between almost and entirely perfect was rather evident to Kane, recently he and the wife had been fighting about children. She thought they should consider adopting a child since neither of them wanted to go through the fun of pregnancy at that time but Kane was very much against that idea, he didn't want children, at least not yet, and when they had them he wanted to be sure that they were his own flesh and blood, his own mark upon the world. OF course this argument had put a dent in the sex life, they weren't screwing as often as they had been before this little strife had occurred and as a result he was starting to grow more and more annoyed with thing she hadn't minded before. Before it had been no issue to call her before going out with the friends but now it was an annoyance, before he hadn't minded being gentle with her in bed but now he wanted to just cut loose and show her what his massive frame could do to such a petite little thing, he wanted to be in control. That night he had gone out with some of his co workers, a new client had practically fucked up their own case and Kane was particularly frustrated by that, it meant more work for him and that was more work that he didn't feel like doing. So at the bar, high end, plenty of professionals there, attractive young woman looking to find a man with money to take care of them for a while. Normally Kane didn't pay any attention to those girls shamelessly flirting with the men around but tonight he observed, maybe even didn't discourage those attempting to flirt with him in spite of the fact that he has the ring on his finger. It was nice to feel desired in that way, young women who wanted to see the predator behind the docile and civilized act. He didn't act on any desires though, instead he just drank more then he probably should have, good scotch followed by more good scotch and by the time he finally got a ride home from Uber it was far later then Yoni would like him to be out, he hadn't checked his phone but he was sure she had sent more then a few passive aggressive texts. It didn't take him long to make his way up to the apartment, having to try twice to get the key into the lock but on the third time he was making his way inside, reeking of scotch, not quite stumbling but clearly rather drunk. Right away he could smell two things, his wife and the cigarettes she had been smoking. As he entered he was already loosening and dropping his tie to the floor, starting to unbutton his shirt to get more comfortable before he even saw her on the couch. Get over here... He grumbled, horny as hell from all the attention that had been paid to him and too drunk to care about asking nicely.
Thread: The Retrosexual. [ Google ... Yaga ]

Yoni had just begun to doze off when she heard someone fussing with the doorknob. Checking the clock on the wall, it was already two in the morning. She had an idea of who was at her door. She stood from the sofa just as Kane almost fell through the door. She could smell the booze on him from across the room and she scowled, folding her arms tightly beneath her chest. He looked... Different, somehow. His brow was knit in a way she had not seen before, his jaw curled down into practically a snarl. Excuse you? Yoni snapped, incredulous as he demanded that she 'get over here'. Do you know what time it is, Kane? She was walking towards him now, snatching the tie that he had dropped and clenching it in her fist. You had me worried sick! A fucking text or something would have been nice, you know. How did you get here? Don't tell me you drove. Yoni continued to ramble, chastising him out of frustration. She looked tired, but not the cute sleepiness she had when she woke up in the morning, rather a pissed off sort of exhaustion. She had been waiting for him all night, chain smoking and nodding off in front of the quiet television. I can't believe you, Yoni grumbled, walking away from him and going back to the open window. She lit up another cigarette, sucking on it harshly and mumbling under her breath, shaking her head. Just go to sleep or something, Yoni said, waving her hand at him as if to shoo him from her sight.
Thread: The Retrosexual. [ Google ... Yaga ]

The tone in her voice and the way she was looking at him was normally a sign that Kane was going to be in for one hell of a bitching out but at that moment he really wasn't in the mood for it. Of course he was never really in the mood for it but this particular night he was feeling differently. For too long he had been placid and peaceful, working to find a way to work with his wife so that they both got what they wanted though it often meant that he wouldn't be able to get what he wanted. The alcohol in his system was changing that though, making him bolder and more aggressive, taking away the patience that would normally allow him to deal with her when she was in a mood and calm her down or at least get him to go along with what she said and put up with the bitching in the morning. Not this time though, he was impatient, drunk, and horny, he was going to get what he wanted... hell he saw no reason to wait for that. As she rambled on and chastised him Kane barely heard the words coming from her mouth, instead responding to the tone as he looked down at her. She was such a delicate little thing while he was approaching seven feet tall and rather muscular, he had always known just how different the size between them was but suddenly he felt aware of it in a very different way. Without really changing the way he stood he suddeny felt as if he was feeling the room, dominating the space with his size and presence alone, changing further and further with each moment. Don't feel like sleeping just yet. He grumbled, an edge in his voice now, his eyes narrowed, mouth pulled back into a tight sneer, tired of being told what to do. It was the lit cigarette that set him off though, she knew how he felt about smoking in the apartment, he hated the way she tasted when he kissed her after a smoke, enough that she tried to tell him what to do but now she dare to openly defy him like this? Shirt was undone and allowed to just fall to the floor, baring his chest, once again making him more aware of just how easy it would be for him to do just about anything he wanted to her. Approaching her from behind, practically stalking and looming over her, Kane was quick to reach out and simply crush the cigarette that was in her hand, barely feeling the embers at the tip singe his thick skin as he put it all out. I thought you were quitting. He growled, bending lower, his mouth by her ear and teeth lightly grazing her skin. Honestly if you aren't going to listen to me I am going to need to punish you. So close behind her, pressing against her back, letting her feel how urgently he needed her, let her know that she had something that needed to be taken care of.