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Thread: Mark of the Chosen [Mercury and Zprimal]

The pleasure is all mine, Julius beamed, knowing full well how she had intended to thank him. Then I'll be taking you up on your offer. The courses were served and he was reminded once again why he enjoyed meals here on days he had business in the mortal realm. Much more so now that he was in the company of a beautiful and charming Chosen hopeful by his side. Their meal continued without interruption as they continued conversing on a variety of topics ranging from the subjects she took to the classmates she surrounded herself with. In doing so he earned the name of the second female who was present but made no show of his interest in her. It was Tama's night today and would be rude for him to divert his attention away from her. As dessert was served, those teasing fingers returned once again upon the back of her free hand. She thanked him for the meal, he smiled. You're welcome, I guess we should see to returning you to campus. He teased, allowing for a lull in conversation as he wiped his lips with the napkin. I'm joking of course. I think you still have an interest in accompanying me further this evening to have your remaining questions answered. He took her hand in his, Shall we retire to my suite? A rhetorical question as he helped up her to her feet. His guards were ready for them, having ordered ala carte. His arm slid around her and wrapped around her waist, leading them through the lobby and into the lift. Once inside, his guards took their place at the front, facing the lift doors. He leaned in and sensing opportunity, took her by the lips. She was tall, but to a Patriarch demon such as himself, she was at his shoulder height. His arms supported her as he deepened the kiss but before anything else could be done, the lift doors chimed and admitted them to a small chamber before a set of double doors to his suite. He nodded to his guards as he passed them, bidding them goodnight. The door's automatic lock clicked open just as the lift's closed shut behind them and he escorted her in. The presidential suite was of modern design, with both carpeted and wooden paneled floors and desaturated almond-colored walls. A rectangular chandelier lit up the living room space, the glass bits resembled icicles. A glass wall covered the opposite side of the room, bulletproof glass as an extra measure should the rebels somehow managed to get their hands on better ordinance. He kissed her again, this time lasting longer than their lips joined in the lift. His arm slipped from around her as their lips broke. He stepped away, eyeing how the red satin fabric hugged her form just well enough to start the imagination going. Would you like something to drink? They have a limited selection here. He pulled out two glasses and set them on the grey-white marble counter.
Thread: Mark of the Chosen [Mercury and Zprimal]

She spoke briefly of Yvonne, enough for Julius to learn her name and that she was a very private person. In the time that Tama and Yvonne had roomed together, Tama knew very little about her, but she had a strong enough impression that the other girl was smart, and perhaps Tamas only competition when it came to academics. A shame, too, since we are often paired up on group projects. I have very little opportunity to score better than her. It was also commented on how often Yvonne spent her time in the gym. Tama spoke condescendingly, and as if she were sharing a juicy piece of gossip, when she revealed that there were some nights when Yvonne would go to the gym at odd hours because it was such a struggle for her to maintain her figure. She would hate to have anyone witness her struggle, so she goes when most girls are asleep. Its admirable, if you think about it in the way of dedication, but outright embarrassing when its realized that its because of her lack of caliber. Tama spoke like it was an inside joke, then carried on down other avenues of conversation. As the end of their meal came and went, and Julius teased that it was time to return her to campus, Tama rolled her eyes at him with a laugh. If youd much rather sleep this evening, I would not be offended, she teased in retort, smirking devilishly before he took her hand and lead her away from the table. They marched elegantly toward the elevator doors, and Tama coiled in under his arm as if she were meant to be there. Her own hand played at the space between his shoulder blades, his hand on her hip keeping her tucked tightly into his side before they were took their place behind the guards, staring at the back of their heads as they faced the doors. Her head turned so she could look up at his face, sensing a moment upon them when his mouth touched down to hers. She moaned softly, eagerly, into the kiss and arched her body against his. When the kiss broke, she felt breathless. Her eyes nearly black with the depth of her desire for him, her lips reddened by the pressure of his mouth, and her skin flushed with the need she so blatantly and exquisitely wore on her sleeve. They passed by the guards and entered the suite on their own. Tama glanced around, admiring the decor, before turning to slide once more into the arms of Julius. She slid her hands over his shoulders until they met at the nape of his neck, her fingertips playing over his skin as she melted into their second kiss. Her lips parted for him, her tongue eagerly inviting his to explore her mouth, deepening the kiss and pressing her body against his own as much as she physically could before he broke the kiss and stepped back. If he hadnt steadied her with his hands she likely would have fallen forward, but her hands slid down his arms until they dropped from his own, smirking at him wantonly to match as he asked if she would like a drink. I will have some wine, if there is any, she purred, turning on her heel and moving over to the floor to ceiling windows to admire the view.
Thread: Mark of the Chosen [Mercury and Zprimal]

He poured them each a glass of tawny port. The bottle was returned to the cooler before he walked to her side to hand her her drink. He sampled the beverage, You seem to have a very competitive spirit. That's good. It means you are willing to do what it takes to get to where you want to be. He set his drink down on the low table in the living space before walking behind her, But I think being able to let your hair down every once in a while is a good thing isn't it? His fingers found her hair and began undoing the braiding. The room's lighting changed, fading in as the internal clock of the suite sensed the change between day and night, as well as its two occupants, male and female. The lights began to pool distinctly towards clusters of furniture in the room while not dimming entirely to resemble spotlights. His arm wrapped around her waist, fingers running against the front of her satin-covered belly. He claimed her lips again, this time matching her own eagerness as his tongue found hers and danced with it. It was not until minutes later when he finally allowed a pause to their kissing, So you are interested in demonkind. I'd think you'd have already known that each family is slightly different than the other in appearance, similar to myself and you. His hand found her free hand, Look. Black scales began growing on the surface of his skin, eventually beginning for form into gravel-like protrusions before being willed into something with semblance to scales of a dragon in a fantasy. The scales receded shortly after that. It is safe to assume each family as a different species, perhaps with differing doctrine when it comes to handling their problems. And there were a quite an amount of problems families had to deal with. Are you familiar with the roles Chosen are expected to play to their family? Most importantly to the one they are bonded with. He guided her away from the reinforced windows and had her sit on the grey fabric couch with him. He had another sip from his glass, the liquid warming him nicely. He already had her in his grasp for a long time ever since she had entered the lift with him, but he was interested in making this a beneficial venture for the valedictorian who had the bright future ahead for her. Perhaps if their worlds had never met and clashed, she would be on a road towards a successful working career. He grinned to himself knowing that that was not to be her fate. Instead, she was to become the plaything of her demon overlords and she went willingly. Perhaps that would play a role her success, in catering to her master's needs at beck and call. He was sure she would be snapped up within minutes of being put on the listing but now that he knew when she was taking the examination, he held the advantage to make her his forever.
Thread: Mark of the Chosen [Mercury and Zprimal]

Tama accepted the glass of port with a polite thank you, sipping the beverage and turning her attention back to the view beyond. She could watch him in the reflection as the lights dimmed naturally, shifting in such a way that it was easily missed, as his hands lifted and coiled around her braid. Her eyes closed and she smiled softly, nursing the wine as he ran his fingers through her hair to remove the braid. When he was done, his arms coiled around her waist and she leaned back against him, arching her back and lifting her chin to his so that she could meet him halfway for another kiss. It was a thrill to be in his suite, in his arms, before having even graduated. Only a few days past eighteen years old, and a demon patriarch already had his sights set on her. She sighed softly into the kiss, one hand dropping to lace her fingers with his own, before their affection deepened. She moaned, rolling her hips back against his groin in an effort to feel his own desire hard and heavy against her body, when he broke the kiss. She exhaled a slow, trembling breath and opened her eyes to look up at him. Her desire burned like white hot coals in her gaze, and for a heartbeat she seemed annoyed that their passion was interrupted even if it was by Julius himself. Still, her gaze dropped down to his hand to watch the scales protrude from his body and cover the flesh exposed. To see the draconic limb at her midsection flared up a small part of Tamas mind buried deep into her subconscious. It wailed, trying to warn the greater part of Tama that she was in danger, but her conscious crushed those pleas. She drew her lower lip into her mouth, worrying it between the edges of her teeth as butterflies danced in her stomach before her eyes lifted back up to meet Julius over her shoulder. I will be whatever my Patriarch needs me to be, she said with authenticity, smirking at him as they turned and moved over to the couch. She sipped once again at her wine, and then set then leaned forward to set the glass on the table next to the sofa before returning her eyes to Julius. She held his gaze, her hand sliding up the length of his thigh until her palm was rubbing over the bulge in his pants. She held his gaze, operating with confidence though she still watched his expressions carefully to make sure she did not overstep any boundaries. At the very first sign of displeasure, she would relent, but until then Its up to the demon who owns me to decide what my role will be, Tama whispered as her fingers coiled to grip the girth of him. Her thumb caressed up the length of him, her body arching over him as the other hand held up her weight as she placed a delicate kiss at the corner of his lips. What would you have me be, Julius?
Thread: Mark of the Chosen [Mercury and Zprimal]

I will be whatever my Patriarch needs me to be, The exact words he wanted to hear. Her fingers slid up along his thigh, easily finding the bulge in his pants. He said nothing but let her hands find out what she was feeling beneath the fabric of his pants. Demons were larger on average compared to their human male counterparts. That included their sexual organs which many a reluctant Chosen had grew to crave. They also had higher average body temperatures, being able to keep their partners warmer within and without. Of course, the young lady who was exploring his body was no Chosen, but as far as he was concerned, she would be allowed to enjoy every pleasure his body had to offer while he did the same to her. Given his heightened sense of smell, he could pick out the faint trace of the girl's arousal where she sat beside him. I'd first have you be undressed for me. This is an important lesson when you are first becoming a Chosen. You need to be comfortable with your body. Enough to be exposed boldly to others, you are my prize after all. But it was also so for other Chosen, to be dressed in only the most daring of outfits, which bordered on lingerie at times. Their beauty was their value, which formed important status symbols. Julius slipped his hands to the hem of her dress and tugged the red satin up, having it hike dangerously up her thighs such that the lace of her panties was exposed to him. His digits snagged the edges of her black lace panties and tugged downward, peeling it off her mound only to stop mid-thigh. He smirked mischievously, hoisting her to her feet while he remained seated. Do the rest yourself, He instructed as he leaned back into the sofa, eager to watch the girl unwrap herself before him such that the only thing which would still be remotely red on her would be her swollen lips. If he was right, she would be more than willing to do as he commands, just to prove herself to him. To prove that her rightful place was by his side. Sure enough, as she began undressing, he allowed himself to relax and enjoy the show she had put on. His eyes had not deceived him the first time he had seen her just merely an hour ago, her back arched, breasts presented out tantalizingly while the rest of her body remained clothed in the school's uniform. But now that she had begun undressing, he could see that her clothes did not hide a flaw from him, but was instead perfection waiting to be unwrapped. Good, He egged her on softly. Her lips, red and swollen from kissing, would play a role at the beginning of her submission to him. I want you to fellate me. He commanded softly, his voice firm. Once again, he waited for her compliance, for her to free him before he unbuttoned his shirt.
Thread: Mark of the Chosen [Mercury and Zprimal]

Come here She nearly missed his command, so enthralled with her task at hand. Tamas eyes opened and rolled up to meet his, her breath spilling from her lips in a soft, nearly inaudible whimper of protest. He was magnificent. From the clear virility of his cock, to the marble his body was carved from. She wanted to run her hands over every inch of him. To feel the heat of him inside of her, around her, against her She drew her lower lip between her teeth as she rose back up to her feet and slowly slid over his lap. His shirt was gone, pants removed, leaving him as bare as she was and the feel of him was exquisite. Her hands slid over his shoulders as her thighs opened over his lap. She rolled her hips, finding the tip of his cock against her entrance quickly and easily. His hands at her hips guiding her as her weight settled over him, but it wasnt until the pressure of him entering her built that Tama suddenly looked concerned. Her eyebrows creased, her lips parting in a quiet and uncertain oh as the width of him stretched her open. ... Julius? Tama murmured, lifting her eyes up to lock with his own. He was patient, and kind, whispering encouragement to her as she rocked her body over his. Her lashes fluttered. Her flesh flushed with the heat and need of him. Her body barely able to accomodate his size. Every inch that slowly sank into her core met with resistance. She whimpered, moaned, and caught her mouth against his to distract her. To keep her focused, and wanting. Their kissing breaking when she felt that she had all of him in her that she could take. Her eyes opened as she leaned back, her hands on his chest as her fingertips played over the small, black scales there before he asked if she was ready. Tamas eyes locked with his, her lower lip jutting out in the smallest pout, before his hands at her hips forced her down over the final stretch of him. She cried out, moaning with pleasure and the smallest bit of pain, her head falling back so that her long, black hair poured over her spine like a waterfall. When she looked back at him, her weight was settled completely on his lap. He filled her absolutely, leaving nothing to be desired. She could feel every detail of him inside of her, and it made her body clench hotly around his own. She moved forward, pressing her chest against his so that as much of their bodies as possible could touch. The heat of his chest bloomed against her front, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as her mouth collided with his. Raw desire welled up from her womb, and Tama began rocking her hips as they kissed, her hands dipping up into his hair as the soft sounds of need and pleasure bubbled up from within her.
Thread: Mark of the Chosen [Mercury and Zprimal]

His hands gripped the soft curve of her bottom, digging into her creamy skin as her hips rocked. His sensitive tip ground up against her and combined with her walls enveloping every inch of his cock, each shift of her hips produced exquisite pleasure. Feeling her drag herself against his ridges. He granted her ample time to adjust to him, resting back against the sofa as she gyrated on top of him, her pleasured gasps music to his ears. He raised her up, pulling her off his shaft until only the tip of him remained in her. His shaft glistened with a fine coat of her slick, easing his return to her core. He repeated the action again. Raising her hips and pulling her back down into his lap to accept all of him. Again and again. Having her accommodate to him fully, to relax and allow him to possess her fully. He loved it when she clenched down on him greedily, her pussy begging to be filled. Once again, he sheathed himself inside her. His hands ceased their grip on her, instead of moving to explore her body which he had yet to sample fully. A hand remained on her rear as it teased its way inwards, teasing her ass with gentle pressure, balancing along the brink of breaching her pink rosebud, leaving it only to return a second later to coat it in her fluids. He found her breasts, her nipples pebble-hard as he tweaked them between his fingers and kneaded her. Consider yourself to be rather gifted, Tama. We demons like it when our Chosen are physically compatible with us. Something which you have proven. His hips raised off the couch and bottomed out within her just to prove his point. This time, the final inches at the base of his shaft had already begun to swell further, creating a noticeable pressure within her when it pressed against that patch within her. I think you'd have learned much about demon anatomy. Maybe it'll reinforce your desire to become Chosen. Other times, it did not. Often, unwilling Chosen panicked as they served their masters for the first time, which was perfect for those who wanted something more than a doormat. Julius groaned as she clenched around him before pulling her hips up and down, once again having her start a rhythm she was comfortable with. He grinned as the swelling continued, creating difficulty for her as she attempted to take him fully into her. He cupped her jaw, forcing her to keep her gaze on him. It would be a fine surprise for her later. Eyes up, Tama. His turgid length throbbed within her, the swelling reaching its height beneath her hips. Red and full. That's it, He growled softly before groaning at the movement of her hips. Her ring of muscles finally gave in to the pressure of his digit, lodging within her. He eyed her hungrily, her breasts bouncing, hips undulating, lips swollen and parted.
Thread: Mark of the Chosen [Mercury and Zprimal]

If it werent for her orgasm in that moment, the force of Julius knot into her body, the head of him pushing past the tight muscle of her cervix would have caused an enormous amount of pain. Instead, the discomfort was great, but manageable, and she marveled in the sensation of him coming within her. Tamas eyes fluttered closed, her hands sliding up his shoulders to his neck and back down again. Touching him as the pleasures of her orgasm faded but the sensation of him locked within her remained. She exhaled a trembling breath and opened her eyes to him once again as he caressed her. Tama smiled, a faint shivering twitch of the corners of her lips as his thumb stroked over the flat of her belly. Her eyes opened to look at his, her smile growing before she laughed softly. That was so intense, she purred, amused and delighted. Shifting her weight, she managed to reposition her legs so that they wrapped around his waist ankles tucked at just behind his ass against the couch and her arms tightened around his shoulders. She pressed her torso against his and brushed her mouth against his for a slow and languid kiss. His words delighted her, and played upon her hopes that it would be him whom she would belong to in less than a weeks time. She already felt a bond with him, though distantly she wondered if he felt it as well, or if it was just a foolish human thing to hope for an emotional attachment so easily. As his hand spanked her ass she yelped, her hips jerking on his and causing his cock to grind against her cervix. She made a sound kin to a moan and a whimper, her legs and arms tightening around him for a heartbeat before she shared in his laugh. Her hand reached up to run through his hair, her smirk as devious as it was the moment he first laid eyes on her in her school lab. I hope that it is you that snatches me up, so we can continue my education, Tama purred, her smirk growing into a grin as she leaned forward and nipped his lower lip with his teeth. That thing you did with your finger was enlightening.