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Thread: Post Apocalyptic Fun.

Samantha stayed completely still as she heard him speaking of some Drake fellow. She blushed as he mentioned something about an ogre fucking him in the ass, but that quickly faded. She was surprised that he didn't even look in the bedroom. She was just inside the door and if he would have just looked that way when he was looking behind the kitchen counter, he would have seen her. She thanked whatever god was out there that he hadn't. She watched and listened as he went through the apartment, saying where he was going to look before he even looked there. She kept her gun pointed at the door, waiting for him to walk through, but he never did. She flinched as he shot the TV and put his foot through it. That didn't help the ringing in her ears, but she was very relieved when he started walking out. Oh that was too close for her liking. She sighed once she thought he left and lowered her weapon as she started to get up. It seemed to take forever to stand because she was trying to be so quiet. And once she finally stood she inched over to the door frame, poking her head slowly around the corner to see if he was really gone.
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Devlin suppressed laughter as he snuck back towards the door, peeking around the corner. He didn't know the human was doing the same, and unavoidably smashed his skull into hers. His reaction was almost unseeable. He stepped to the side, knocking the pistol to the ground, pulling her by the hand and throwing her to the floor. He fell on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground, immobilizing her legs with his weight. Hmhmhm. Gotcha now my lovely little human. I was wondering when mankind would finally have enough guts to peek out of the hole it dug itself into. Although, I'm curious. What's a pretty little girl like you doing out here all alone? When their heads collided, his barret had fallen off, exposing his canine ears and deep red hair. Green eyes bore deeply into hers. Every now and then, he would twitch. A result from the shocking experience a little earlier.
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Samantha gasped as she knocked heads with the demon that she had just been watching. She was even more surprised by his reaction. Her pistol falling to the ground as he knocked it to the ground. She yelped as he pulled her to the floor, though when he fell on top of her she grunted again. She still had the M16 strapped to her back and she was currently laying on top of it and him on top of her so it was very uncomfortable. She just stared wide eyed up at the fox demon above her. She mainly stared at his face, at least that was until she noticed his ears. Not that was interesting. She had never seen something like that before. A light blush came to her cheeks as he called her pretty. I... uh...food. She stammered, finally getting out an intelligible word. She was just so shocked, she didn't know what to do. Her mouth was slightly agape as she just stared at him, almost in disbelief.
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He smiled, exposing cutely sharp canines. Food hm? I take it you're from a human colony? I was surprised to see you out and about, seeing as how humans have the tendancies of ground hogs. But you're brave aren't you? He rolled off of her, standing and lifting her to her feet by the wrists. With deft hands, he unstrapped the M16, holding it under his arm. Rifles are such clumsy weapons. Pistols are much better. He brushed his fingers under her chin. Now, if you want food, you'll have to tell me your name love. He flipped a pistol from the holster. And please, don't try to run. I can get rather.... nasty. His eyes held a bit of dementia. Come, come. Let's get you something to eat before you die of hunger. Seeing as how I found you, you are quite officially mine. He tilted his head, smiling widely, two of his tails ensnaring her wrists. Tell me miss, are you familiar with the term 'finders keepers, losers weepers'? It pertains here. I promise I'll take good care of you though. He pulled her close, nipping her ear. I may even give you your clunky rifle.
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Sam's eyes wandered to those sharp canines in his mouth as he grinned. She nodded confirming she was from one of the human colonies, She shook her head though as he asked if she was brave. She really wasn't brave at all. She tried to be, but in her current situation, it was a pretty hard feat. As he raised her up by her wrists, she tried to stand the best she could on her own, that way he wasn't just pulling her up by her arms. She flinched as he unstrapped the M16. I know. She said softly, looking up to the pistol that was still clutched in her hand. She couldn't really aim with her wrists being held like that, but if she could, she would probably try. She flinched, looking away from him as he touched her chin. Samantha. She mumbled. She didn't really want to cooperate, but with that look in his eyes, she figured it would be a better plan to just tell him. As he announced that she was officially his, she gave him a questionable look. Hold on, I'm not some twenty dollar bill you found on the curb. She protested. She just stared as the two tails took hold of her wrists. Finders keepers? That totally doesn't apply. She said, pouting a bit. She gasped as he nipped at her ear, jerking her head back. She frowned as he said he would take good care of her. She didn't need anyone to take care of her. But she wouldn't mind having her rifle back. It might come in handy if she could get her hands on it.
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Devlin tilted his head, studying the rifle in his hands and the pistol she had. No, you're not just a twenty dollar bill. You're much more valuable than that. He grinned, another tail moving behind her head, resting on her neck. With that threat so clearly evident, he nibbled lightly on her neck, only just enough to be able to pull away contentedly. And believe it or not, yes it does apply here. I found you. His tails wiggled lightly, as if to signal for Sam to look at them. And, seeing as how you currently can't really fight back, I guess you are mine. He chuckled, looking deeply into her eyes. Suddenly, a tail flashed, wrapping around the pistol, tearing it from her grasp. They say dogs can smell fear. I'm not a dog, but I can smell fear. It's spicey. Heady, like an old wine. His eyes glittered. I smell it on you. Anger, fear, disbelief. He breathed deep, drinking in the scents. Ah. You humans are so varied. You can't be younger than..... 19 maybe? I'm not very good with ages love. But, I can be quite the...... shall we say.... ass?
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Samantha shuddered as he said she was more valuable than that. Oh god she hoped he wasn't going to sell her to another demon. She would rather he just kill her right there. As she felt the tail touch her neck, a shiver ran down her spine. A gasp slipped from her lips as he nibbled on her neck, and she tried to jerk away from him, but the tail prevented that. She shook her head. That's not fair. she said, looking a little defeated. She looked at his tails as he wiggled them then back up to him once he continued speaking. Her gaze caught his and she just stared, not sure what he was going to do next. He seemed a little off. She jumped as one of his tails ripped the pistol from her hand. She probably should have seen that coming. a quizzical look spread over her face as he started talking about being able to smell her fear. If he wasn't a dog, what was he? She was definitely scared, but if she wasn't then she would have had to been crazy or suicidal. She nodded again as he guessed her age. 20. She said thinking about what he said. He could be an ass? Well that was obvious. If you're not a dog, then what are you? She asked. She didn't have a clue about demons of any of the things that had taken over. And what are you going to do now that I'm 'officially yours'. She asked. She was curious as to what her fate was to be. If he was going to sell her off, she would just ask him to kill her right then, death would be much more pleasant than most of the things she was sure he would do to her.
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He sighed, turning his back to her, his seemingly harmless, fluffy tails holding her firmly in place as he undid his weapons belt. I'm not a fair guy my dear. If I was fair, that'd mean I'm right in the head. With a grin, letting the belt fall to the ground, he started to juggle the three revolvers, having emptied all but a single bullet. We're going to play a little game. To test your luck. He tossed one behind his back, not breaking the cycle. I'm going to pull the trigger six times. If you're lucky, you won't die, and I'll keep you as my little human. Safe from the other, crazier..... eviler entities that would absolutely love a bite out of that lovely ass of yours. He grinned, the guns ever moving. If you aren't lucky, you get shot in the face and make a mess everywhere. Either way, I walk away a happy man. So, you'd better keep your fingers crossed. With that, he started, pointing the gun even at her face for the briefest second, pulling the trigger. Nothing but a click. And of course, a spike in fear. A few seconds passed, the movements unbroken. The process repeated itself. Stop, pull, click, all taking the briefest of seconds. Stop, pull click. Stop pull click. Stop, pull, click. He grinned, stopping for the sixth time. Time seemed to slow as the trigger made it's way back. The hammer slammed forward. The bang seemed like an explosion. Devlin smiled, catching his guns, twirling them around his fingers. Hm...... I missed. You my friend, are a lucky son of a bitch. He smiled widely, gently placing his guns on the floor. Well, that was a fun game. Looks like you'll be sticking with me huh? He chuckled, forcing her hands behind her back and restraining them with a single tail, leaving 8 open to explore. Only one moved up to her body, rubbing seductively around her neck, under her chin. Devlin pulled her close. Tell ya what. To make things better for you, I'll explain to you exactly what I am, but first....
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She watched as he undid his weapons belt. She was actually kind of glad it was just that belt. She just hoped that he didn't go for his pants next. To her relief he didn't but something else horrible did happen. First he admitted to being not right in the head. Well that was no good. An insane demon wanted to keep her as a pet. Secondly he decided that he was going to test her luck. Her eyes went wide at his choice of test. She shivered as he said there were other crazier, eviler thing out there. That was never good. What if one of those eviler things killed him and he couldn't protect her? Or even worse, what if he didn't really want to keep her safe and his deluded self really just wanted to see her die? All these thought were running through her head as she watch him juggle the revolvers like a pro at the circus. She was almost mesmerized as he kept going, just looking on in fear as he kept explaining. Wait wait wait... She was about to protest when he pointed one of the revolvers at her face and pulled the trigger. She only let out a little squeak as she heard the click, but she was still alive. She then just stood there, her eyes shut tight, her shoulders tensed and she would flinch with each click she would hear. With only one more click, tears were streaming down her pretty face, but she remained silent, her eyes still closed. She just wanted to curl into a little ball and disappear. She nearly jumped out of her skin as she heard the bang. Her eyes shot open and her face went pale. She thought her legs were going to give out. She heard that bang for sure, her ears rang loudly in her head, but she didn't fall to the floor, she was still alive. She was shaking as she looked up at him and he just seemed to grin. She didn't even blink until he started to move her arms behind her back, and it was then that she started struggling again. You could have killed me! She yelled at him, looking back at him. After a moment her struggles weakened until she was just shifting her arms every once in a while. She shivered and squirmed a bit as one of the tails ran up her body, caressing her neck. It caused her to gasp but then look back at him. First? She questioned. She was legitimately scared of the answer though. He would probably shoot at her again or something like that.
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He grinned, wrapping his arms almost loving around her waist, holding her close. First, you must bear my mark. Nothing permanent, nothing visible to your kind. But trust me, it will make a world of difference. Now, just relax. It'll be over before ya know it. He chuckled, flashing his sharp canines again, a few tails embracing her shoulders, hips, and of course one at the back of her head. With an almost pleased sigh, he nuzzled into her neck, slowly, calmly. His breath tickled her neck, raising goosebumps, although whether of fear or pleasure wasn't evident. Probably a bit of both. With a smooth motion, those canines that had before added to a cute, almost innocent charm punctured her. Almost as if he was a vampire, except he wasn't drinking the blood. This ah... this next part may sting a little. Just relax into my tails, you'll barely feel it. His tongue slid over the crimson liquid, drawing a design on the side of her throat. When he finally pulled away, a small sizzle could be heard, and he whimpered almost apologetically. Devlin quickly covered it with his ninth tail, hoping to ease the pain. After a few minutes though, all his tails, except the one binding her wrists, withdrew. Can't bear the sound of burning skin. That's why I didn't go to hell. Chose to stay topside. He chuckled to himself, studying her neck and finding nothing there. Hm. That turned out good. Now none of the demons should want you. You bear the mark of madness. And you know what, speaking of the other demons, I could smell your doubt too. And I'll have you know, he said, redoing his gun belt and reloading his weapons to the fullest. I have the fastest, steadiest gun hand in this entire Wasteland. I could bounce a bullet off a rock wall and hit an Incubi demon right in his toybag. Twice. He picked up his hat, dusting it off, and placing it back on his head. Now, that being said, you still wanna know what exactly I am?
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Samantha wanted to step back out of his embrace when he wrapped his arms around her. Nothing good could come of being this close to him. The idea of being marked didn't seem to make her very happy. She shifted uneasily. She couldn't help but squirm a bit as his tails held her from behind, making it hard for her to move back, though that was probably the plan. If there had been different circumstances, the nuzzling against her neck would have felt quite nice, but at the moment it just made her more uneasy. A light blush spread across her cheeks as he breathed on her neck, causing goosebumps. A small cry tore from her lips as he bit her and she squirmed, trying to get away. Her eyes widened and she whimpered a bit as he said it was going to sting. As she felt his tongue run over her punctured neck, she winced, but she couldn't move away. Her cute face cringed at the sizzling noise and she hissed a bit at it. She wasn't expecting him to whimper like that, after all it wasn't him that was being hurt. Then he explained it he didn't like the sound. She wanted to put a hand on her neck, but the tails wouldn't allow her to do so. She could only take his word for it. At least it didn't hurt anymore. She just stared at him as he said he could smell her doubt. So you can smell all emotions? The question just kind of slipped out. She just stared as he went on about how good he was. But by the time he was done, she looked a bit puzzled. Incubi demon? She asked. She really didn't know a thing about demons. She nodded at the last question. She really was curious as to what he was. He wasn't a dog, he had already said that, but he had dog like ears. Maybe a wolf or fox or some kind of weird cat? She thought about it for a moment before deciding it would just be best for him to show her.
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The fox demon led her to the couch, which he returned to it's rightful position with a swift kick. Each emotion has it's own distinctive scent. You already know what fear smells like from my view. Doubt is slightly sour. Anger is completely raw, like rotten, uncooked meat. He shrugged, tipping his hat and leaning back into the couch. An Incubi demon is a type of vampire. Like a male Succubus. Sex demons. You have sex with them, they steal your soul and use it as energy, most often leaving you nothing but a hollow body. He put both hands on his chest, fingers splayed. I am not such a demon. I am a nine tailed kitsune. A fox demon. Each of my nine tails contains 'mystical powers'. The only mystical power I use is to enhance my sight and hearing, as well as enchanting my weapons. Anywho, most of the other demons think I'm crazy because I can't control my powers. Typical kitsune stereotypes. He leaned close to her, more out of boredom than anything else. You see, I once was sane. All these wars though, the endless flow of blood. Explosions, torn limbs. Demons have wars too. I was a field medic before I went looney. He shrugged, leaning back into the couch. He was running out of things to do, and being bored was never good. For him, or anyone near him. You know what Sam? I think..... I'm going to kiss you harder than you've ever been kissed in your twenty years of life. Afterwards, I might do other things, depending on whether or not there's anything better to do. He leaned in close, kissing her hard, pulling away quickly with a gaugeing look in his eyes. Don't worry. I don't bite hard.
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Sam nodded as he explained what the different emotions smelled like to him. Maybe they were different for everyone? She kept her eyes on him, trying to figure out what he was going to do next. But as he seemed to relax into the couch, she did as well. It was kinda nice to be able to just sit and not worry about being eaten for a moment, even if she could use her hands for anything. She looked back over to him as he started explaining what an incubus was. She nodded a bit, feeling like a little kid learning learning something that she should have already known. She grew more interested as he started talking about what he was. She was relieved that he wasn't an incubi demon, that wouldn't have ended well. She nodded a bit more, wondering what powers the other 8 tails held. She nodded understandingly as he said the other demons thought he was insane. She had to kind of agree and she hadn't even known about that stereotype until now. As he leaned in close to her, she leaned away from him, looking at him oddly. She just stared as he spoke of the horrors of war. She didn't know demons had wars too, though it did make sense, they were supposedly more violent than humans, why wouldn't they have wars? She settled back into the couch, starting to relax a bit when he said her name. She looked a bit confused when he announced he was going to kiss her and maybe do other things. Wait, What oth... her question was cut off by the kiss, causing her eyes to widen and she pulled back some. That was indeed the hardest she had ever been kissed in her life, it was almost painful actually. Yes you do. She said, bringing her wrists up to point at her neck. If drawing blood wasn't biting hard, she didn't know what was.
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The foxy boy chuckled, kissing her again, although this time a little gentler. I only bit once. And it wasn't hard, trust me. He grinned, eyes glinting dangerously. Unless, you want me to show you what a hard bite feels like? He grinned, tails fanning out as he formed an idea. Devlin lifted the girl, adding tails so the weight wouldn't rest entirely on her wrists, and settled her facing forward on his lap. As fox-demons, we're classified as childish it seems. We get bored easily. Extremely easily. So, care to provide some entertainment of some kind? His tails moved sensually accross her back, slithering up her shirt, massaging her back with their fluffy tips. His hands rested on her thighs, one tapping his fingers like a boss on his desk, waiting. You know, I like you. You're scent, you're looks, but most of all, your attitude. He tilted his head, brow furrowing in thought. You act as though you have nothing to fear...... which you shouldn't because.... well I'm here. Duh. One hand raised, coming to stop on her shoulder. If it wasn't for the fact I'm sure you don't like me very much for biting you, or for capturing you and making you mine, I'd be tempted to let your hands go. He sighed, moving against her ever so slightly. So, that tail will probably be there for the time being.
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Sam flinched away from him as he kissed her again. Her head shook as he suggested showing her what hard was. Oh, no thanks. Once is enough biting for one day. She said. The way he grinned kind of scared her. She knew he was up to no good, and he only proved it when he started lifting her. She squirmed a bit as she was lifted before being sat down on his lap. She froze as her ass touched his legs. She had no clue what to do, especially as he asked her to entertain him. I... Um... She looked around the room, as if something would pop out at her as a suggestion of what to do. I Ahh. She shivered as she felt his tails go up the back of her shirt. Her eyes moved to his fingers drumming on the her thigh, then back over her shoulder as he began talking again. She blushed a bit as he said he liked her but she couldn't help but scoff as he said she acted like she had nothing to fear. Most people would call that insane. Not being afraid that an insane demon thinks he owns you isn't normal. She said, looking back forward. She nodded a bit as he explained why he didn't let her wrists go. It was smart of him not to, because she still had another weapon on her and she would probably pull it on him. She was actually a bit surprised he hadn't either searched her or asked her about any other weapons. I don't know how to entertain you. She finally admitted, shrugging a bit. She honestly didn't know what to do.
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The demon took a double take. An unbroken human. Ah, so nice. Well, that in itself is very entertaining. I'll show you how to entertain me. With a grin, and a sudden tearing sound, his tails ripped her shirt off, tossing the tattered shirt to the ground. He let it sink in for a moment before continuing. Two tails moved around her legs, teasing. The tips moved into the legs holes, slowly tearing the cloth from the bottom up. Eventually, he brang her calves into view, exposing her thighs, and then, they fell to the ground completely. Then he noticed something. Another weapon? He decided to ignore it for now, groping one of her breasts with his hand while rubbing her ass with the other. His tails explored, the fur unbelievably soft. Hm, you my dear, are much more than just pretty. Those clothes did you no justice. Devlin sighed, nibbling on her collarbone, licking the tops of her breasts. Ugh.... why must humans wear underwear hm? It gets so annoying. While I take care of that, I want you to grind against me. Move your hips.