Thread: Welcome to the Real World [Ryax x Umbrale]

Succubi. Demons of lust, corruption, and the most widely accepted beings of any male standard, ever. That being said, they didn't produce too well. While it wasn't a startling surprise to see one walking down the street in a large city there were always a few factors that lead to it being a rather surprising sight. First of all, they tend to hide themselves in the modern day-and-age. The mythical beings of sex and desire, were in a world of modesty, after all, and while racism was rare--albeit still prevalent between those of whom's species had quarrels in the past--only so much could be said about the rumours that followed it. And that didn't even begin to note how much the specie had adapted, forming at least a slight semblence of self-control. The good ones, at least there would always be the succubi to rule the world--via the loins of the wealthy--from the shadows. Soooo, with a world full of laws and stipulationseven in a world that had to stand for certain uncontrollable natures and habits, it was a hard world for a succubus. All the more so when the only damn groceries readily available near your apartment, was in the middle of a fucking urban-market. Fuck this market and it's goddamn general populace! Mira's thought snappily, cursing under her breath as body after body bumped their way into, out-of, and altogether through, the crowd. Hell, with every two steps forward, there was a foot lost to a rough shoulder bump of an impatient worker, or a shove from a lady that seemed to take offense by a slight brush. It's nine in the damn morning on a fucking Tuesday! Who the hell isn't at work?! Her thoughts rang out again in her skull, cursing her bad luck. Well, it wasn't necessarily bad luck. Markets like that were always packed, until late in the evening where it was more readily accessible to those who disliked large crowds. Which, of course, were the bane of any mild-mannered succubi as the blush playing across Mira's cheeks showed evidence of. It was hard enough, after all, in day-to-day life to repress a succubi's natural urges! It was hard not to blatantly stare, or influence someone's mind with more lewd insinuations! And when the succubi in question was of a below-average height at 5'4, it was hard to stand your ground in a sea of impatient, rushing people! Hell, if it wasn't for the fit, toned shaped of her body, it would be a fight to not be trampled right over. As it was, with grocery bags in hand, it took some shoving and pushing to get her own way through the place. Finally, as the crowd began to thin, the succubi gave herself some breathing room. For fuck's sake. Can't a grocery run be easy? She murmured under he breath, shifting one hand's worth of groceries to the other, and using the freed digits to run a calming path through her shoulder-length black locks. Albeit, the fingers slid along the side flaring with the vibrant-blue-neon of a dyed hair, stricken through with that natural black. Of course, the calming motion did nothing for her the way her breath came out a bit heavier, the way her body felt hotter to her own touch. Her vision, swimming slightly against her own will, as if to focus on the zones she knew her desires to lay... That hand gave a dutiful face-palm to herself, and a sigh that sounded more forlorn than anything. Mira ran her fingers down for a slight rubbing at the bridge of her nose taking a moment to collect herself. Of course, it wasn't just herself looking. Even with the tomboyish look she pulled off--blue jeans and a simple white tee--the succubi could feel the sets of eyes that lingered on her. That ambient lust in the air. It didn't help that her jeans clung to her, that they accentuated the heart-curvature of her ass. It didn't help that her tee almost seemed to crease itself in places that would leave little to the imagination that C-cup busom, the swell-and-diminish of her hips that belied the toned form of an athlete. No matter where, no matter when, even if it was the most benign of places, even if she wasn't the focus, lust hovered in the world. Always, everywhere, there would be lust. But it didn't take long for her to be walking again. It was something you got used to. Even if her body ached back against her will, it wasn't something you just gave into. And besides, to at least Mira's knowledge, they weren't looking at her. They were just looking around. She was just any other person in a world full of people who weren't just persons, that's all. Absorbed in thought as she was, and the will to combat her own instincts, Mira managed to zone most of the world out. Her steps padded lightly across the ground, as her eyes trashed the solid concrete beneath them. Not quite slums, not quite high-living, those tall buildings of utilitarian steel and glass lent a roomy, urban environment of numerous smells and senses. There was always something new you saw, or new things you noticed, unless your emerald hues were pointed at the sidewalk in glorious contemplation. And as such, it was a startling surprise to round a corner directly into another being. While she might have caught wind of the libido he expelled, had she been any amount of experienced Mira tended to be in the rather ignorant-and-clumsy scheme of things. Thus, with a face-to-stomach bodily impact against a far-too-tall-of-a-human, the succubi backpedaled instantly. And a bit too much, at that, as her grocery-bags dropped to the with the sound of dull impacts, and the demon's ass met the ground promptly afterwards. Splayed backwards, her hands caught her upper-body from the impact, leaving her to look almost-annoyingly-far-upwards at the male in front of her. And, like, six pairs of eyes, at that. While her own emerald hues went cross-eyed in utter confusion and a bit of a bewilderment, the succubi's soft, melodic voice chimed out, Aye... S-Sorry, Mister...