Thread: Why You Don't Leave the Tower {darkest_fate&Google}

Her insistence of giving him the bed while she would stay somewhere else, perhaps she had expected him to insist that he could sleep somewhere other then the bed but that was really just madness, he was of course the one who had all the power and he would sleep where he liked. If she didn't want him to have the bed then she would need to object quite vocally and then find some way to stop him from just taking the bed, something he very much doubted she would be able to pull off. The more time he spent in that bed with her fingers dancing over his body the more comfortable he was there and he suspected that he would soon be far more comfortable, her body limp and worn laying against him and unable to even crawl away from him when he was done using her for his own pleasure. Oh her hands on his thigh, it was not quite a sexual pleasure that coursed through him but it was practically electric, his body reacting almost right away, his breath escaping from him in something close to a low and wet growl, like a very pleased big cat. Oh she had talented hands, he was going to need to put her to work as he was corrupting her and figuring out just what it was that she could do. Oh perhaps there was no truth at all to the stories of where the succubi came from, they sure as hell never told, but he would have fun seeing if this young virgin would be corrupted so wonderfully. Sooner or later he would end up returning to the lands of his people and when that time came he would return as a conqueror, a freshly constructed harem of corrupted royalty from the mortal realm to serve his every need and perhaps a stable bridge built that would allow him to move back and forth at will. As he touch continued his body kept on reacting, the loincloth shifting in the most obvious of fashions, only barely concealing the pillar of flesh that was starting to rise from beneath it. He could feel her eyes upon him, not even looking at her and he could feel her eyes upon him, he could feel her curiosity and the fear that she was experiencing... or perhaps it was just curiosity on her part having lived such a sheltered existence. No matter what it was that she felt it didn't matter, Cherubael was enjoying himself a great deal and his body temperature was continuing to rise, at this point approaching a hundred and fifteen. The question of food did manage to get his attention though, his eyes opening as he sat up a little bit, the shift of his body making the loincloth slide aside a little bit, the large flared head of his cock visible at this point if someone were to glance down and the rest of the thick shaft outlined against the leather loincloth. I think your mother intends for me to find food for us... my kind mostly eats meat and I am quite capable of bringing in anything that I will need. The look he gave her though, an almost silent message, as though he was considering eating her... and in a very twisted sort of way he was. Her innocence would be a meal to him, devoured entirely, first the physical sort and then after that would come every possible manner of corruption that was possible. But please don't worry about that now, I would appreciate it if you shift your hand higher and to the right a little bit, I seem to be particularly stiff there.