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

It was interesting, she was innocent to the point where she didn't even fear him. He was a massive and powerful incarnation of chaos, fire, and lust with a fearsome appearance that perfectly matched that description and yet she didn't even seem to show the normal fear that a mortal displayed before him. When last he had appeared in the mortal world the king who had trapped him had been surrounded by acolytes, they had all quaked in fear and begged for their lives when he had appeared and only the king had kept his head. In that case it had been the power and knowledge of the king that had allowed the mortal man to remain calm but Rapunzel had neither of these things as far as Cherubael could tell though there was an odd aura of magical power about her. He wasn't able to figure out the exact amount of power that was present but it seemed to be just about everywhere in the tower as though emanating from nearly every direction. It was a curious thing, he would need to investigate it later, the magic, if it could be harnessed, would be a great way to regain more of his strength. As she led him up to the bedroom he followed after her, taking care not to step on her hair. Gothel had not explained all the details to him about why this girl was so important but given that he was not to harm her hair he had to assume that this particularly abundant hair had something to do with it. Another curious thing that he would explore later once he had figured out just how strong Gothel's power over him was, what the limits were, and how he would be able to break free. The witch was clever, cold magic was perhaps the best way to control him to anyone who couldn't use the much more powerful Holy Magic and while an Ifrit was nearly immortal it would be possible to put him back into the bottle, weakening him so that he was unable to fight or ever break free. Only two bedrooms... clearly I can't take Gothel's... He grunted as she explained the situation to him, knowing that if he wanted to then he likely could just take that room but it was more interesting to impose himself upon Rapunzel. Her room though was... very feminine, the sheer amount of pink, lace, and stuffed animals... it was grating to a being that most mortals might consider a demon. So you and I will be sharing the room for the time being. Moving across the room, sweeping an arm over the bed, brushing aside the majority of the stuffed animals and pillows that laid atop it before lounging upon it, hearing the bed creak beneath it. My name is Cherubael... it does not translate very well but it has a great meaning to my kind. I suppose if you have trouble saying it then you could call me Master or Sir, now I have been trapped in a bottle for a long time so why don't you come over here and massage my sore muscles... I would appreciate it.
Thread: Why You Don't Leave the Tower {darkest_fate&Google}

Well, you probably could, Rapunzel guessed, frowning. She didn't like where this was going. Her bed was fairly spacious, sure, but she wasn't sure that both she and the massive creature would fit on it. She had this utterly ridiculous picture of herself curled on the edge of the bed like some kind of pet, curled into a little pile. Sure he was the guest and all, but surely he didn't think he'd just get to take over. Um, okay, I guess, Rapunzel managed. The creature moved forward, sweeping her bed clean of the various plushies. The girl darted forward, picking a few up to set them around the room. It was partly because it just looked wrong and partly because Rapunzel knew better not to leave a mess. But given that she now had a babysitter of sorts, maybe Rapunzel wouldn't have to worry as much about the details. Or she'd have to worry all the more, which now that she stopped to think about it, seemed much more likely. She'd paused to chew her lip, holding a stuffed pink rabbit, when she realized that Cherubael was asking her to massage him. That only made sense, what with him having been stuck inside the bottle for so long. Sure, I can do that, said the young girl. She smiled and set the rabbit down, moving over to stand beside the bed. She ran her eyes all along the massive creature, again noticing just how big he was. Rapunzel supposed she should be afraid. He had clearly come from the bottle, clearly had a lot of power, and he had to be at least five times her size. But she just didn't see the harm he wasn't doing anything, and surely her mother wouldn't have allowed anyone in here who would actually do anything to Rapunzel. Even if he did, Rapunzel did have magical healing hair, so she'd just patch herself up and report to her mother. So where would you like me to start? Rapunzel asked. She moved to massage his left arm, which happened to be closest at the time. Wow, did he have some muscles, so huge. Rapunzel was pretty sure she couldn't even wrap both hands all the way around him. Is there anywhere in particular that's, like, really sore? I imagine you were really cramped in that bottle. Besides, Rapunzel had read a book on massage a year or two ago. She'd tried it on her lizard, but that really wasn't the same as an actual thinking creature.
Thread: Why You Don't Leave the Tower {darkest_fate&Google}

The bed would need to be larger, Cherubael had enjoyed a massive bed when he had lived in the tower that had once been home, a sprawling thing that had taken up more then three times the space that this paltry little thing did. A new bed wouldn't be difficult, what little power he had would allow him to quite easily assemble a new bed from some trees in the immediate area and it was likely that this young woman was just the sort who would know how to sow together some new sheets or a comforter for the bed. Not that he would need such things but she would and any other young women he could bring to this place would also need the space in bed... his own body heat would keep him comfortable no matter how chilled the night could get here but at least the bed was comfortable. Rapunzel, your mother summoned me from a bottle and I suspect that if she wanted too she would be able to send me back with little difficulty. No, it seemed unlikely that she really could but let the innocent sort worry for him, play upon the concern of a decent being. If I were to try and claim her room then she might grow angry with me and chose to just send me back into that bottle until she can find a more easily controlled guardian for you... like a Djiin. He had to wonder just how much she had read, was she familiar with what an Ifrit was or was she more familiar with the Djiin... Genies he heard they were called here. In the end it really didn't matter what she knew about the Djiin or Ifrit, he would be able to manipulate what she knew just by giving her a first hand experience with something other then a mortal for the first time in her life. I assure you that I will be able to keep you quite warm at night without any trouble and the fur on my body should make me as comfortable to lay next to as any of the cloth animals that you keep on the bed. Put her at ease, let her think that he was some sort of large stuffed animal that she could curl up against for comfort as she slept, of course she would soon know that there was quite a bit more to him then that but she would have plenty of time to enjoy that. Her touch on his arm, his entire body stiffened for a moment before he relaxed again, eyes lidded at the simple pleasure of her touch. It might not seem like much but after so long without form... to experience something so pleasant was a moment of pure bliss. Its hard to say really. He murmured happily, unable to hide how much he was enjoying the experience. To be without real form for so long, to be as insubstantial as smoke but to still have the occasional sensation, a cramp that went on for years without a body... so I think starting with my tights might be best. Yes, a good way to start off the corruption, get her to brush up against him, little more then a loin cloth was covering him for a hint of intimacy... but that wouldn't last for long like this.
Thread: Why You Don't Leave the Tower {darkest_fate&Google}

So the Ifrit thought as Rapunzel that Gothel had control over him. Which, to the girl's mind, meant that they were both prisoners in this tower. What better thing could she have hoped for? Okay, sure, he was stuck here, but he would know what it felt like to be a prisoner! All Rapunzel had to do was earn his trust, get him on her side, and she'd be able to handle it. Maybe she could even figure out a way to take him with her. He was probably tied to the bottle or something wasn't that how they worked in the histories? Rapunzel hadn't exactly read up extensively on djinni and efreets, but she definitely would now. Or, well, later. She was blushing at the mention of sharing the bed, and she looked at it. Shouldn't he be the gentleman and give her the bed, really? Then again, he was a guest, and she had just sworn to be as kind to him as she possibly could. No, that's okay, you can have the bed. There's this really comfortable chair downstairs. Sometimes, when I'm reading, I fall asleep in it. So I'll just curl up with a blanket, and we'll both be happy! A quick reassuring smile, a nod, and she was already moving to the massage part. Which must have been for the best. He had stiffened just at her touch and Rapunzel had to frown at the poor guy. Stuck in a bottle for who knows how long, only to be pulled out and have people cower in terror at you. What kind of life was that? Rapunzel could definitely show him a better one, and she'd start right now. The moment he suggested his thighs, she nodded and moved her hands lower. She started at his hip, mostly because he was so massive. Her delicate hands proved quite dextrous, squeezing and caressing his flesh. Those white digits dug into the demon and worked his muscles, the girl even leaning in slightly to add just a bit more to the effort. Her fingers worked all about the thigh, feeling him, squeezing. Rapunzel didn't drift too far toward his loins, figuring he probably didn't want her messing around in there. So, uh, sir, she said, trying to think of another thing to say, would you like something to eat? When we're done here, of course. I can cook lots of stuff, though Mother usually only leaves so much food here and-- Rapunzel stopped, frowning. Was there... something under his loin cloth? Had her mother stabbed him with a knife or something and left it under there? Because it looked like something was rising out from beneath him, and Rapunzel couldn't figure what else it could possibly be.
Thread: Why You Don't Leave the Tower {darkest_fate&Google}

The... thing between his legs continued to grow. Rapunzel couldn't help but stare openly at it, her green eyes widening further and further as it seemed to inch its way steadily upward. The cloth parted, showing a flared head. The thing looked like a snake, or maybe a pillar of flesh of some kind. Rapunzel frowned at it, her brow furrowing. Something about it struck her as being quite familiar, as if she should know what it was. Her mind went through all the books she'd read and all her mother had told her. She couldn't seem to recall anything about djinni or ifrits having large pillars attached to them. This must have been some sort of curse, perhaps his link to the bottle or something. Meat, huh? repeated Rapunzel, looking up at Cherubael and smiling, well, sir, you'll be happy to know that I know several ways to cook meat, so I'm sure you'll be very pleased, and she nodded confidently before leaning forward, letting her legs dig a little more into the ifrit's flesh. It was weird, but Rapunzel could have sworn that she felt him getting hotter and more tense. She guessed that the hotter thing made some sense he was supposed to be a being of fire or something. But why would he get tenser? did it have something to do with that thing sticking out where... Wait, wasn't that where his privates should be? His loins? Realization dawned on Rapunzel and her eyes went wide, her hands going to her mouth. I am so, so sorry, she said, looking up at him, I didn't realize, those are your private parts, right? I definitely wouldn't want anyone pawing around down there. I am so sorry. That's probably something Mother did to you, right? she pointed at the rising pillar between his legs. Some sort of curse or something? Is there anything I can do to help? Oh, my hair! she grabbed it, pulling it, then released it. Her mother probably wouldn't want her to mention it to him, even if this was her new guardian. Rapunzel palmed her hair for a while, chewing her lip. He had asked her to massage higher, but her concern for his swollen privates was much, much worse. Okay, she said, taking a deep breath. She released it slowly and looked up at him. So my mother apparently has cursed your... your privates, she gestured, flushing, and it looks really unpleasant. So, is there anything I can do to... to help? Oh I'm repeating myself, aren't I? it just looks so, so painful , Rapunzel's eyes went to it again, her lip quivering at the thought. If she had something hard jutting out of her body right there, she knew she'd want it taken care of right away.
Thread: Why You Don't Leave the Tower {darkest_fate&Google}

Her ability to cook the meat was rather meaningless, he was more then capable of cooking the meat by himself but bringing her some food for her would at least do her some food, give her a little bit of independence from the witch who had summoned him. It was strange, Gothel seemed to have taught Rapunzel to consider her a mother but Cherubael was able to sense no actual relation between them, didn't look like her at all and didn't really feel like her. It was strange because she didn't feel to much like an actual mother, his interactions with humans might be limited but he had watched enough to know that Gothel didn't behave the way that a mother traditionally did towards their young. He would need to figure that out later as he was to busy embracing the recently rediscovered pleasures of a corporeal body. He was about to just tell her that there was a curse, part of the summoning from Gothel but stopped when he heard her mention her hair, strange, he had already suspected there was something about her hair but how would that hair be able to help him with a curse. Soon, very soon he would need to ask her about that, she seemed reluctant to give out to many details about that hair but he would learn them from her before to long and anything that he could put to use he would. Reaching down he pulled aside the loincloth, revealing the full length of his cock to her for the first time, surely it was more suited for a horse then it was on anything that walked on two legs, long, thick, black, and below it were two balls that were larger then her fists and covered in the same fur as the rest of his body, the entire thing seeming to pulse and a prominent vein standing out on the side. It is very painful... He told her, his voice little more then a hiss as he watched her carefully, finding her reaction to be quite fascinating... it had been so long since he had seen innocence first hand. And any help that you can provide for me would be greatly appreciated. Reaching out with one of his massive hands, the fingers tipped with small small black nails that were almost like claws, he took hold of her wrist in a fashion that was shockingly delicate given the power of those hands. With only the slightest effort he could cause quite a nasty injury, just twitching his fingers. Rather then doing that he instead moved her hand from where it was resting to the throbbing member, pressing it there, letting feel the heat that radiated from that particular part of his body. I wouldn't be hard to relieve me of this pain though... just stroke it a little, perhaps use your tongue and I will feel much better very soon. Oh yes, get the first one out of the way so that he would better be able to control himself and take his time... this was an experience to be savored for a little while rather then just throwing her onto the bed and taking his pleasure from her.
Thread: Why You Don't Leave the Tower {darkest_fate&Google}

The moment she touched him his entire body arched again as if a surge of electricity was running through him, unable to keep from pressing his hips up against her hand. The way he was no, so long without even the slightest of carnal pleasures had left him with almost no self control, if he were to take her properly then there was a good chance to that would leave her body broken and battered long before he was finished. It was best to regain some self control before it went any further though the more contact that she had with his body the harder it was to maintain that control. He was walking along a knife edge at that moment, holding onto what little self control he had because if it were to slip for a moment then he was going to be far more bestial, like a crazed animal with nothing on its mind but rutting and breeding. I don't mind your talking, its nice to have someone around after so long spent in that bottle... but you should know that the swelling is normally a natural thing. He explained to her, knowing that a touch of the truth would make what he had in mind quite a bit easier. She might have some knowledge, he had gotten a glimpse at many of the books she had around and at least one of them might deal with some form of anatomy, covering the basics of copulation and if he were to try and lie to her when she might already know some of the truth then it would only make what he had in mind for her far more difficult. Normally it is a basic sign of arousal in a male, preparation for mating with a member of the opposite sex. A pause, a deep breath, she might not have experience but Rapunzel had some fantastically talented hands and with every moment he was drawing closer to what would likely be a very explosive release. I spent so long without a body though, my mind was active the entire time, the instincts that I would normally have never actually went away. Let her think that it was just so powerful because of the time spent locked away when in truth the arousal was probably not much more powerful then it would normally be. With no chance to ever deal with those urges they grew rather powerful and I do appreciate your assistance. More truth mixed in with the manipulation, getting her to give him a hand job in order to help him deal with cruel pain that he didn't deserve when in truth she was just helping her captor maintain a semblance of self control so that when it came time to properly enjoy here there wouldn't be any extraneous injuries. As she started to play with his balls his breathing became particularly labored, he was getting close and he wanted to ensure that she was exposed to as much as was possible when that time came. An up close and personal dose of his purest essence. Just keep doing what you are doing but if you kiss the tip then the swelling will go down very quickly... That was probably all it would take at this point and as his fingers tightened in the sheets he could hear them tearing beneath his claws, ruining what could have been quite a lot of work that his captive had put into them and completely uncaring.
Thread: Why You Don't Leave the Tower {darkest_fate&Google}

Rapunzel's eyes met the ifrit's as he explained the arousal thing. She'd heard some suggestions of that, mostly from her mother and from the occasional line in a book, but she'd never really gotten to experience it firsthand. That was definitely a drawback of not being allowed to leave the tower. From here, Rapunzel could see many, many things, but very rarely did she see anything living besides birds and insects, and even the few living things she did see weren't generally sporting erections. However, Rapunzel did understand just enough about arousal to know that there was generally an object of that arousal. She frowned down at the pulsing thing between her fingers for a moment. Men were aroused by women, or in this case, male ifrits were aroused by females... but he hadn't seen a female ifrit, just Rapunzel and... her mother. That must be it! Rapunzel's eyes widened. Her mother had---well, actually, he claimed that it had to do with not having a body, which Rapunzel supposed must have added to it. He had already been tortured by his thoughts without having a way of getting rid of the pain, then Rapunzel's mother had shown up, swayed her hips, and he'd gotten all excited. That was the only possible explanation! So now he needed a little massage to get the swelling down, and from the sounds and movements he was making, it must have really hurt. Well, I'm definitely willing to help any time you need it, assured Rapunzel, nodding and giving him another smile. She gave the swollen thing a little squeeze, hoping to reassure him. Rapunzel had noticed the reaction when she'd palmed the balls below, so she certainly kept working that. Her lower hand spread, the palm cupping the twin orbs and holding them slightly aloft. Her fingers worked at the flesh above, kneading and circling. She wasn't quite sure about pinching the balls, so she only did so hesitantly. Meanwhile her upper hand worked at squeezing and kneading the cock. Rapunzel ran it from the thick base nearly to the tip. She was practically there when she heard his suggestion. Her head swiveled back from his face to look at the thing. The slit almost looked to be winking. Maybe he needed a little pressure there to help? Rapunzel licked her lips nervously. Okay, if you say so, she said, her eyes flicking up to him for one last moment. The pretty virgin leaned forward. Her lower hand cupped the balls and lifted, her upper hand squeezed and rolled the member, and her pretty pink lips descended in a feather-light kiss right upon the crown of the swollen member.