Thread: A Warlock's New Pet-Speriment. (Sango x Viktoff Samson)

The butterflies accumulated into a silent swarm around a single point just outside of the Prince's base camp. They didn't fester, their bodies seemingly being made entirely by a living black ink that kept their grace and detailed their beautiful and unique wings without the crawling disgusting features of real butterflies. As they met, their darkness began to melt into each other, forming a bit of an imperfect sphere as their individual forms were discarded. From a point as infinitely small as a simple dot formed at the end of a written sentence by an inked quill, to something as small as a child's candy. More of these false critters gathered within this swarm as they crashed into this treat-sized anomaly to make it grow further to the size of a ball used for games of the physical nature. Under the light of the moon, the creatures finished this metamorphosis with the shape now resembling the simplest basis of a man. A head, torso, arms and legs could be discerned from each other before what seemed to be tendrils sprouted from the head and finer features such as a jaw, collar bones, fingers, and a nose had differed themselves from the rest of the living ink. The tendrils seemed to mirror the complexity of the moon's light as it reflected itself imperfectly upon this mass of ink, dividing and coming together over and over until it much more clearly resembled hair over the top and one-side of this figure's head. Lengthy hair at that, suiting the handsome features that pronounced themselves from his face. Just as the white of the moon melted over the figure's skin, a loose black robe pulled around his arms and torso, linking with itself to surround his legs and feet. An impossibly handsome male, seemingly in his late twenties now stood within the confines of the Prince's camp, and he grinned wickedly with eyes still completely black. What sort of adventurer would find himself within the not so humble abode of the Warlock's domain without at least some proper kindling skill? The oddly depressing sight of what appeared to be an attempt of starting a fire reminded the coal hearted 'hermit' of the incident that damaged the hair that he's taken such great care of. His left hand moved to the nearly bald side of his head, his finger tips running along the short-lengthed black hair that as returned to him since he healed the wound completely. In a way, this sight caused his sickening grin to shrink to a much more tame scowl. He was never far from giving the order to have someone executed, or choking a demonic bitch to death. But, now whatever unlucky soul found themselves resting within the tent better hope that their body has at least some use to his swelling and full globes between his thighs. Their fate otherwise won't be a very admirable one. Merely by pointing a finger towards the unruly attempt at a fire brought a roaring and respectable flame from the materials already present within the bit. A little bit of a toasty romantic atmosphere could really make even just spectating a rape just a little more palatable. His right hand fished from a pocket the ruby-like item that was left behind from the death of the succubus as he drew a simple red line upon his left thumb. He put away the ruby before kneeling to draw a decorative pentagram on the ground from the red on his thumb, showing that there was much more to that glowing ruby-like substance. The pentagram glowed as he stood, grinning once more. Two green little hands followed by their equally tiny arms emerged from the circle, pressing against the outer ground around the invisible portal as a horned imp pulled himself up and out so he could stand next to his summoner. It knew immediately what it's purpose was, the aura of it's master dominating it's heart and mind as readily as greed rests within mankind's very nature. The imp had two simple tiny horns upon it's bald head, cartoonishly long ears that matched it's nose. Beneath a jittering and drooling set of black teeth was a short green goatee. It's frame and muscular structure was like that of a seven foot tall man proportionally shrunk to the imp's foot and a half height despite its thumb and two fingers per hand and twin toes per foot. Between it's legs was a cock and balls more suiting for that of a normal man, making it appear really large on the very small demon. Fully erect, it's member raised up to his face, being a good seven inches of thick green pecker with pre already drooling from his tip and sprinkling over the ground beneath him as he hopped from his left foot to his right foot all the way to the tent. His arms and legs were ready to loop around and pin his hairless body to the head of his likely defenseless sleeping victim so he could push his hungry eager cock past their soon to be cum glossed lips and fuck their mouth as per his master's intent.