A slight smile, subtle in its wickedness yet alluring, bloomed across her velvet lips. Ferrox was fearful, apprehensive at most--but intelligent for his wariness. That intellect of his had always been something she had come to adore about the lad, from his bold and sometimes reckless nature to those moments of cold, calm collection before unleashing that visceral wrath of his. His dreams had been incredibly delicious, soaked in imaginative curiosity, yet twisted with a lust for fulfillment and conquest.<br/><br/>He had always been meant for more--no matter how mundane his origins. Fate had kissed him long before she had sprung from his crown. Now, a fork set before him; it was his path to decide--though the demoness would not allow interlopers. Sensing the crone and her lackey encroaching, the very magic surrounding and enclosing the tower prison itself flickered and shuddered. The old wizened oracle crumbled under the weight of<i>her </i>presence.<br/><br/>"Don't you recognize me, Ferrox? I'm hurt--" The alluring beast tipped her head, similarly craning her neck like the towering youth. She could see the distant familiarity in his cobalt eyes. The warmth of seeing someone he had long been parted from.<br/><br/>"I'm your<i>desire</i>, Thrune... I've always been with you--ever since your mother brought you into this world. I've watched you grow and mature..." She sighed, and her lips grew into a sympathetic pout. "So much heartbreak, my dear--they've robbed you once again, haven't they?"<br/><br/>Pushing herself from the gate, she had leaned upon. The curvaceous abomination circled Ferrox--revealing a whip-like tail looming just under the veil of lace that poured over the swell of her rump.<br/><br/>"They've taken so much from you--your family, your title-<i>-your birthright."</i>Glancing over her narrowed shoulder, she cast her silvered gaze onto his broad face. Her eyes were reflective like the moon on a cloudless night. "<i>Your life...</i>" She could sense the inquisitor fighting her way to arrive here in time. Time was beginning to tick again though slowly, only marching forward minutely as the demoness spoke her words.<br/><br/>"She's coming... that woman means to kill you.<i>You know which one..."</i>He had seen her on the way into this damned place, and this being had seen through his eyes. That woman<i>, the inquisitor, </i>would spell his death, and subsequently, this being along with him.<br/><br/>The step of the demoness' heels echoed off the walls like the gentle clacking of cloven hooves. She rounded Thrune once more coming to stand before him. "Think of me as an extension of your body. No different from any limb--" She leaned forward, teasing the end of his erection with the warmth of her thighs, and then leaned away, turning and presenting the elegant curve of her back to him. Her fingers, tinged red at the tips, reached back, touching the top of her skull between her horns.<br/><br/>"I am that<i>tugging feeling</i>your grandmother spoke of--the<i>shadow </i>at the corner of your eye--the<i>eyes </i>on your back..."<br/><br/>Peering beyond the bars, she went on in a gentle tone. "I am your<i>will and desire</i>manifested--as much a part of your being as your arm, or<i>your heart."</i>stilettoed nails came to rake through the flowing lengths of crimson. "I am the power within you to claim what it is you want the most, and to keep it-- I can give you freedom from more than just this death pit, "<br/><br/>She approached him once more, looming just before him and gazing up at those stormy eyes. Limpid blue pools she had once swam deep within the depths of and now stood reflected in. "--and all you have to do is<i>name me </i>and seal it with a<i>kiss</i>."