Thread: wicked blood | feat. sixlikesgore

XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX The three men were merely victims of circumstances, byproducts of a raging hunger that refused to abate even as the night grew darker. It didnt need to be stated that when Lazaruss alter ego took form, people died. As the now dead bodies of the three men hung ominously next to a streetlight, the black masked individual was back on the prowl again, having left the poor and defenseless girl to the viewing pleasure of the corpses hanging. Hed caught the arrogant scent a few weeks ago, and only now decided to act upon those darker urges to see what this was about. But in this city, despite the after-effects of The Cataclysm, dark activity remained minimal otherwise, which lessened his senses, to an extent. As the demonic creature landed once more upon the asphalt of the alley, the silence of the night gave greeting to the alluring presence that had captivated him. Only, when the form finally revealed itself, it was not who he expected nor knew. She wouldve made a beautiful appetite, satisfying yet ingratiating. She shouldve already been devoured and sent to the police station. But something altogether more alluring captured Lazaruss interest, and the Black Masks carnal desires came into full force again as he was confronted by the dark-haired beauty. Her strong, sharp cheekbones instantly drew his attention, and her altogether willowy, but finely curved body left little to the imagination. She was not who he intended to find tonight, and his general displeasure was made apparent by the unsheathing of his wrist-mounted blades again, ready to carve up another poor, defenseless soul. color8b4ad6 Youre a fraud. color The man in black spoke almost sardonically, with the slightest hint of disappointment to his distorted voice. He tilted his head to the side to watch the veneer of the mirage face away to an altogether vastly different scene. The woman standing there didnt quite have the same curves as the one he laid eyes on, nor did her body bear the markings of what these humans called tattoos. More importantly, now that the earlier visage was done away, the real woman standing before him was completely naked. A bundle of tendrils, her hair, flowed down the length of her body, expertly covering her breasts. For effect, the bloodied chain lingered down the side of his left arm, anchored by a steely harpoon. As if readying himself for another easy fight, the womans intentions lingered in the air as anything other than hostile. If anything, she came off as rather inviting, to say the least. The moment she came close enough to him and allowed a hand to grace the features of his black mask, a riveting jolt flowed throughout his body, which made the demon all too aware of what this woman was. Succubus. He spoke indiscriminately, though with the slightest bit of intrigue at the notion that a succubus would be here, of all places. Ever since the world they once knew ended in a cataclysmic flash, supernatural creatures were bursting through the seams, trying to create their own new society. In mere moments, that same hand flew around to coil at his pants and pull him forward toward her. The closeness between the two of them could spark fireworks off the bat, and it was little surprised that the twisted garb of the black-masked individual produced a noticeable bulge right within the latex-leathery material of his pants. A few moments ago, Lazarus was hell-bent on slicing her to pieces or adding her as another beautifully scarred monument to his freedom, but as time quickly passed by, the allure of a succubus promising him something that mere humans could not, the dissatisfaction of not finding his primary prey soon turned into incredible curiosity. She leaned forward and allowed her slick, forked tongue to grace upon his own lips, and after a moment, paused. color8b4ad6 The things you can do color The demon mused about a succubus providing the type of pleasures that few humans could replicate. It sparked his carnal desires and forced him to cater to them, albeit not immediately. He wanted her taste upon his lips, but the force of dominance was also in play. And so, the two mentalities battled innately, but outwardly, the demonic creature reached out with a hand of his own. Instead of caressing her cheek like she had done with him, he took a much more brutal stance, carefully wrapping those gloved fingers around her neck. Oh, he would have her. In droves, if possible. But it would be through his terms only. The pressure around her neck was soon felt, and the Black Mask moved in for the kill, swatting away the strands of hair that obscured his vision to expose her breasts. Do you scream? He responded once more in that deathly low and autonomous voice, even with the sinister expression of his eyes beneath the mask. He could choke her out, apply a little more pressure, gain some manner of retribution of her manipulating his senses, turning him away from his primary objective. But the thought of a powerful succubus at his beck and call, to fulfill each and every one of his debauched mannerisms super-ceded any act of vengeance, and when the demon strong-armed his will upon the frail woman, she found herself crudely spun around and pinned against the wall, her breasts against the cold, unforgiving surface. You will scream for my touch first. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX