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Ixdon'txwantxaxsweetheart, xIxwantxaxmachine.[Exnxexrxgxyx525//525]
So yeah, it was her birthday. There was little Builder, rolling around on the floor making bee-boop-beemo noises. He looked more excited than her at this point. There she sat in her batman pj pants and a tank top, legs crossed and relaxed. Her hair was still in a messy bun, strategically placed on the top of her head. Dani hated her birthday, it was never a good day.
She was suppose to wait here for Kirin, her face taking on his usual dull expression but he wasn't anywhere in sight. He normally wasn't, he was probably off somewhere being pissed.
The scene changed rapidly, her falling down,
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 11:12 pm
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Ixdon'txwantxaxsweetheart, xIxwantxaxmachine.[Exnxexrxgxyx525//525]
The ice began to chip, crack and fall away.
But she was just playing games with anti-socials, and everyone was just another rabbit climbing down into the hole. The red-head fell, her skin like playdough on her brittle bone. Trix are made for kids, you silly silly wabbit. No one told her how to feel and the Queen done lost her head.
Time was ticking, tocking, ticking.
Dani. Oh Dani.
Round and round, no one told her how to feel....feel....How did she feel?
Kirin's hands pressed against her head, squeezing it until it flattened out, only to inflate quickly a little later, his hands gobbled up by her face. What a delicious face, smeared with the squirming, wiggling drops of blood that he'd left behind. His eyes swallowed her, every pore on her cheeks gaping open, the beet red blood lipstick to them as they warmed up and began to sing Ave Maria.
He'd lift her face, her body following, her head coming off like the Cheshire Cat's. His mouth would part, lips curling away like pencil shavings, rolling up more and more like a Dead Sea scroll, his teeth sparkling mirrors. His tongue pushed between her glossy lips, a tentacle invading her throat. His mirrors, those glittering soldiers standing guard on top of his red gums, couldn't stand back, though, insisting on charging. They'd clamp down onto Dani's bottom lip as Kirin's tongue darted back into his mouth, the feeling of it shedding its skin like a reptile almost euphoric. A small piece of her lower lip would come away in his maw, red juice dripping down his chin, a river of lava that was boiling hot on his face and neck.
Wake up.
DANI. DANI. DANI. DANI.
Wake up.
She gasped, her head reeling back in agony. She was soaked again, a puddle left around her from the ice block. Gradually she rose, shivering and making her way back to the stupid bar.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 3:07 am
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"Raphael!" The old woman called for her King, perplexed on what to do with this girl's infiltration. Perhaps he allowed her here. There was no other way someone else would find the audacity to simply... lay here. "Wait," he silently commanded. "Wait." It'd been months. Must've been. And he still wasn't quite well yet. It was a feat of amazement that he survived in the first place, the horrible illness that'd taken over him. He rose from his bed, for the first time since the last stubborn moment where he'd decided to make things much worse for himself. No one was really sure how the illness came in, anyway. Something as simple as a fever was rare for a man as powerful as him; and this long-lasted? No. It was some disease. Perhaps sexually-transmitted. That was quite a scare, as most of them were... permanent. But the healers could cure it.
Even though they couldn't cure it at its worst, they could deal with the fragments. "I'm okay." He nodded, his hands waving before his eyes. He could see well, and hear well -- think well. Like he was able to before the illness struck. "I'm okay, Maria. Now -- what, what was it you wanted?" He rubbed his eyes, and coughed. Didn't feel in perfect shape, but this was the closest he'd get until he got out for a fresh breath. "Maria?" The lady shook her head. In the moment she turned around, the girl had left. "Nevermind, Raphael. You should get back to sleep. We have a lot to talk about when you get back up." The King frowned. Months of leadership to make up for? This wasn't going to be very fun. "No, that's quite alright. I've wasted enough time. I'm going--" The Incubus sighed. "To see if I can find the Captain."
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 2:49 am
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XXXXXXX [ 4800 / 4800 ➞ Emperor of Aramil ➞ Incubus/Berserker 9/10 (12) ♚ Sage]
The Incubi brought the Kiranu to his palace, waving at his constituents as he passed by them in the throne room. Maria bowed to her King, and he kissed her hand in return. Isis eyed him from by the pillar leading into the West Wing, and he smiled and waved. She felt like she should've been mad that he didn't come see her earlier, but it was Raphael. She was too happy that he was healthy again to care that he was giving her the cold shoulder. Anyway, as he passed by her, he pulled Nicholas up against the wall, tilted his head slightly and grinned.
"Welcome to the castle. Try not to make a mess, get to rowdy, or assault some nobleman's baby for his string. I don't want you becoming a PR disaster, you understand me?" He probably gave that instruction to mostly everyone who came by his chambers, as they had this habit of suddenly thinking they were top s**t just because the King had some temporal fancy for them.
"So, would you like to tell me anything before we start, or should I open that door for you?" Yeah, that was blunt. Part of talking to an Incubus, really. Especially one who had no need to smile and laugh their way into someone's pants.
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 2:59 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 3:10 am
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XXXXXXX [ 4800 / 4800 ➞ Emperor of Aramil ➞ Incubus/Berserker 9/10 (12) ♚ Sage]
Had he not enthralled him hard enough? Jesus. Last thing he wanted to hear at the moment was that he was going out of practice. "You know what we're starting," he whispered into his ear. The words wound sound like shots from cupid, sending shivers through his body. There was no way he'd let Nicholas quiver away in fear at this point. The Incubi opened the door to his room, and invited Nicholas in, beckoning with his hand. "You Kiranu like music, don't you?" He looked over to his music player, a rarely-touched little bit of the modern world that he liked to use to get people to relax. Or to relax himself, really, when things had taken a bad turn. He fumbled with the keys, and pressed the play button, a pretty and obviously piano-based melody ringing throughout the room. "How long have you been a soldier, Nicholas? I hope I'm not being premature with my... interest in you. I don't want to give you the impression that military life is like this. You know -- being invited into the King's chambers at a whim." It wasn't like that at all, but some times, Raphael just sort of decided that he could use some time to himself. And that meant randomly deciding on a student to coerce into his bed. First, it was Kirin, and now Nicholas took the second spot. The heir to that... position.
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 3:18 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 3:29 am
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XXXXXXX [ 4800 / 4800 ➞ Emperor of Aramil ➞ Incubus/Berserker 9/10 (12) ♚ Sage]
A first year? Ha. He'd definitely given him the wrong impression. Oh well, though. Couldn't just pretend none of this ever happened at this point. Raphael wasn't really the indecisive type. Setting himself on the bed next to Nicholas, he locked his fingers with the Kiranu's, reassuring him. "I've always respected your kind. You're all so sweet, and can be so easily pleased by such simple things. My kind is the same way -- it's not a very complicated endeavor to make us... happy." His free hand smoothed across the silk of the bed, his tail stretching over to lock itself in Nicholas' own tail. Raphael never really liked having a tail, even as a sign of uniqueness. Prestige. It always felt so... unnecessary. But it could be nice, in scenarios like this. "It just so happens that what makes us happy also makes everyone else happy. I can assure you that I'll make you very happy tonight. Perhaps that feeling will continue into the morning, as well." The man had no doubt of his capability as a lover, and that was pretty obvious. He practically oozed confidence; pride in every single aspect of himself. He was infallible in his own mind. And to anyone he'd managed to seduce, he'd be infallible to them, as well.
The Incubus slipped away at his skin-tight upper body wear, revealing his body to the young Kiranu. If it wasn't already extremely obvious from the wording he'd been using, it'd be obvious now where exactly this was going. "Three ear scratches for you to do the same? Five for commando?" He definitely didn't want to start bribing him with ear scratches, but if that's what it took...
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 3:41 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 1:38 pm
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XXXXXXX [ 4800 / 4800 ➞ Emperor of Aramil ➞ Incubus/Berserker 9/10 (12) ♚ Sage]
As the Kiranu unveiled his upper body, removing his white shirt, the Incubi faintly smiled. Nicholas was lean, and athletic. He preferred that sort of body over the more... rugged kind. The King leaned over, brushing his lips against the Kiranu's neck. A few brief moments later, his mouth slowly began to open, and he bit into the Kiranu's skin, using a particular ability: Seductive Bite. It was just one technique of the Incubi that made them so desirable. Nicholas would feel an impossible-to-resist sensation flowing throughout his body, far more enjoyable than almost anything he'd ever experienced. And that was just one bite. Raphael's lips moved further down the Kiranu's chest, kissing at his pectorals, then his abdomen. He was extremely fluid in his movements, graceful. To him, sensuality was like a perfect painting that needed to be drawn with one stroke at a time. No room for mistakes, or you'd end up with a botched product. That just so happened to mean that he was perfect at this. Bringing his head back to Nicholas', and tightly locking their tails together, he kissed him passionately on the lips, once again augmented by an ability: The Kiss of Death. Another surge of sensations would flow through him.
It was going to be quite an experience for Nicholas. "Don't be so shy, my friend. It's not so bad, is it?" He stared into his eyes, his allure going full throttle -- the energy was surging out of his skin.
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 3:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 10:07 pm
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XXXXXXX [ 4800 / 4800 ➞ Emperor of Aramil ➞ Incubus/Berserker 9/10 (12) ♚ Sage]
The Incubi moved his head slightly away from the Kiranu, staring down at him for a moment. He listened closely to all of the animistic sounds he made; the groaning, the purring, everything. As if to play along, Raphael growled in return, and then lowered his body back to Nicholas; he continued to kiss and lick down his chest. After a few moments, his lips had moved over to Nicholas' wrist, and he dug his teeth into it again, following into another seductive bite. This was all really just stalling; foreplay. He'd hoped to rile Nicholas up as much as possible so that things would get even more heated when it came to... "Nicholas," The King whispered into the Kiranu's cat-like ears, as he captured his lips, following into an aggressive kiss. His hands had been locked around the Kiranu's hips, and they moved down to peel away at his lower garments. When his pants had been thrown off, the Incubus dipped his dextrous fingers into Nicholas' undergarments, grasping him. Raphael then moved to peel at his own trousers, and made quick work of that. His muscular legs straddled over Nicholas, and he lowered his lips to kiss at his forehead. He narrowed his eyes as his hands massaged the young Kiranu. The Incubus could tell that he was definitely new at this. Probably a virgin. He felt sort of bad for taking that away from him without real 'permission', but not really that bad. It'd be better to lose it to Raphael than anyone else; the guy was practically a god at this sort of thing. Hopefully that one experience wouldn't shape him into too lustful of a creature.
Raphael lowered his body, and sighed. He had an almost uncomfortable look on his face; you could see why, if you looked at his lower body. His undergarments were quite... tense, and the increasing tightness within the fabric was driving him a little crazy. Unlike Nicholas, he hadn't really gotten anything out of this, yet. No magical-powered kisses and bites, no... massage. His body evidently ached for more, which was the reasoning for lowering his body. He brought his hands back to his hips, and started to pull away at his briefs. "Please me." That was all he said, as they were flung from his legs, leaving his body revealed.
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 10:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 10:50 pm
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XXXXXXX [ 4800 / 4800 ➞ Emperor of Aramil ➞ Incubus/Berserker 9/10 (12) ♚ Sage]
Part of art was letting your... um. Creative 'juices' flow, or something like that. Bottom-line was, Raphael was pretty damn horny. As nice as Nicholas' attempt at pleasing his... tower was, it wasn't as satisfying as it could've been. Still, he was impressed by his sudden change of attitude; he'd gone from submissively accepting Raphael's advances to making his own. He kissed him, licked him, bit on him, even err, 'massaged' him. The Incubus believed that things had gotten way too heated to stall for any longer. He pulled Nicholas up from the bed, holding their chests against each other, as his face nuzzled into the Kiranu's upper body. Raphael's arms were wrapped firmly around the man's back, keeping them as closely intertwined as he could. Even his tail had managed to latch onto Nicholas' own, giving him the feeling of Raphael's security. His strong body against his own. It was a tactic that he found worked to ignite the feelings in people; everyone wanted that assurance. The man's palm smoothed down Nicholas' backside, and his fingers peeled off the remains of his undergarments, leaving their two nude bodies against each other. Raphael grinned, the sounds of his eager breath running against Nicholas' furry ears. He laughed silently, and whispered to his young mate: "Try not to fall in love with me." That was perhaps a sign of his confidence in his skill; whether because he magically amplified it or not. People had this tendency to... get hooked on him. He couldn't blame them.
The man's free hand orchestrated the event, spreading Nicholas' legs outward to give him more leeway. He elevated the young man to rise more upwards against his chest, and gripped his member in preparation. With a seductive grin, he thrust upwards and into Nicholas, finally relieving all of the tension he'd stored inside.
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Some time much later into the night, the man pressed against the Kiranu, embracing the young soldier. He had to admit, it'd been far better than he expected it to be. Raphael had to stop making impressions of people; they always surprised him when he riled them up enough. Nicholas' animistic traits were pretty hot, especially when you really got him going. The more intense things were, the more attracted he found himself to the Kiranu. His lips caressed his neck, licking at some of the bite marks he'd left on him. "I think I like you," He playfully spoke into his ear, growling as he gripped the man's romp with his firm hands. "You're sweet. Honest. Hot. And better than most when it comes to -- you know." He stopped for a moment to ponder, thinking on what he should do with this guy. If he was younger, he would've just made him his master. That was an Incubi's tool of turning a fling into something stronger; something unbreakable. But people had this way of... breaking it. Betraying him. He didn't much like to fall back to that, anymore. "How would you like to live in my room with me? It'll be very beneficial for you. I'll train you, advise you, feed you. ******** you. What's there to refuse?"
His speech was quite... straightforward. He lost the need to be subtle the moment a crown popped onto his head.
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 10:59 pm
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