Thread: Night Enchantress [ Bear & Sugo ]

Through the haze of smoke in her vision she could see him there - an angelic figure that lay helpless to her hungry stare as he dreamed of things that could never be. The man was young still, barely over the age of nineteen with a face that looked as if the gods themselves had sculpted it. His jaw was strong even in its youth and his hair fell in gentle tumbles around his head, a the color of a young fawn that still had its spots. Her eyes moved to his chest, watching the slow and steady rise and fall. He was an innocent soul, she knew. Hadnt even had his first kiss. But the moment that shed spied him as a human, her Other side had desired him. She wanted the youth that his face clinged to, the way that his body had moved, and wanted to taste the sweet nectar of his life. Which had brought the Other to this room, drawn by the same power that transformed a comely girl into the buxom creature that now lingered in the shadows. The power had turned her sexual desire from a low-burning coal in the back of her mind to a roaring flame until she was so driven that she could scarcely concentrate, but the want had become need and now She had perfected the art of keeping her prey. They were defenseless in their sleep and that was when she struck them and took what she wanted - their pleasure. Cas slid from the shadows with movements that were as quiet as a whisper, coming to stand over him as she pulled out her mixture of herbs and flowers that held the secret to her ability to perform. She placed a gentle kiss on her enclosed hand before her fingers uncurled, blowing the bits across his face. There was only a small amount of reaction as it settled across him before his body became completely and utterly still. It was almost instant how the sleep paralysis steeped into him, so that even if the boy did wake he wouldnt interrupt her plans. Cas moved the blankets away from his body and swept her hands across his chest - muscular, but not too much so. Her had slept in his underwear only, leaving her easy access to his body. Her hands were adept in sliding his cock free from his boxers, stroking him into an erection. Youth did wonders for the body, especially for the urge for sex. He didnt take long to stimulate. The scant clothing that the Other wore slid from her wide hips with ease before she slid onto the bed with him, straddling him slowly. She could feel the magic humming through her veins as her desire reached its peak as she positioned him, slamming her hips down onto him with power to drive him deep into her already quite wet sex. There was no love in her sex, no passion. It was by no means mechanical sex, but it was lacking in anything that would have made it Human. Youth had been on her side in stimulating him into a quick erection, but it didnt do much for her in the department of hiim being able to last long in the bedroom. He was done before she had really gotten started, but his orgasm had given her what she needed more than anything else. His seed was inside of her, spreading heat and a tingle throughout the rest of her body. Her head tossed back as she felt the magic throb through her veins, more ecstatic than a true orgasm. It was always a disappointment when they ended so soon, but she could feel the new strength in her body, the youth spreading to her soul. She slid off of him and left him exposed as she pulled her skimpy clothing back onto her hips, sauntering into his ensuite bathroom. In the dim light she could see her reflection, her everything radiating with a soft purple light as the magic started to seep into her and instill his youth into her body. Cas was satisfied, at least for a night. The haze turned towards complete darkness in her eyes as the Other turned back towards who she really was. The morning came sooner that she would have liked, leaving her groggy and struggling to wake up. Memories came to her through the fog of sleep, though dim and distant as dreams. She turned over in her bed to find the mirror she kept on her night stand, opening it up to look at herself. Her face was fundamentally the same - soft cheeks and a small but pointed nose, large and expressive green eyes, and soft pink lips that were gently curved - but younger today than it had been yesterday. By looks, Cas looked to be about twenty-four, but she was trapped in an endless cycle. Cas had been born into an era of where magic ruled more than science, when men feared the things they didnt understand more than anything else. She had been a young woman that was soon to be married off by her father, a poor merchant that was at the end of his rope. A stranger had come into town then, and his proposal had been Unsavory. Cas had turned him down. That was the worst mistake of her life. The stranger had cursed her in her vanity and her pride, cursed her to be a slave to the very thing that hed wanted. She was a slave to sex - by night, anyways - and a slave to her eternal youth. Each night she became the Other, with much longer hair and curvy figure, and she couldnt control herself any more than she could control the weather. But day she was stuck forever in her twenties, never to grow old or be sick, never to wed or bear children. She was immune to it all And, it seemed, even immune to love. She had strived for it, searched the earth over and over again, but had come up with nothing. She had gotten desperate. She needed Something more. The only problem was that she didnt know how to find love - love was something she was forever chasing but was forever at the end of her fingertips. Lust, however, was something that she knew so much about. It ran rampant in bars and nightclubs, and was used to advertise everything from poorly made burgers to lingerie. Cas did her research by day, when her mind was clear and when she could think of something other than the all-consuming needs of the Other. She found the perfect club, the perfect scene for her to make a match that would at least be Worth the herbs she used to keep him paralyzed. Cas found herself there in a dress that clung to her bodys still curvy but petite form, the black material hugging her tighter than her mother ever had. Even when she was not the succubus, she was a lovely sight, her dark hair pulled back into a loose bun and her eyes every bit as vibrant with color, though a more muted green than that of the Others. She had set out bait, her body swaying to the beat even in her stiletto heels. She was waiting Just not patiently. There was a timeline before the Other would take the reins And god help the man that had to deal with Her.