The smell of arousal grew stronger, mingled with fear and that heady, delicious scent that had gotten his attention in the first place. Of course, the stench of other demons lingered in the summer heat as well, quickening Furon's pace as he was subconsciously drawn to whoever his body craved so strongly. The solstice was upon them now, the moon high in the sky and lighting the dark streets as he passed, though Furon didn't give the streets or the moon a single thought, his starved body now plagued with the one-track need to feed. Tunnel vision had taken hold, his need growing to an unbearable agony. He was unable to maintain his human form in his madness, his hair fading from brown to snow, eyes as black as the shadows filling his soul and the tattoo along his flat stomach more visible than ever before, stark against smooth lavender skin. The incubus could think of nothing but locating and claiming the soul who called to him so strongly, taking the mortal for himself.<br/><br/>Of course other demons would challenge his want, the solstice turning them all into blood-thirsty, insatiable creatures of pure lust. Even Furon's fangs ached to rend and maul. He heard a man's screams, sending a message through every nerve that he should hurry. Not to rescue the human, not because he felt sympathy for the mortal's terror, but to get to him before anyone else could have their fun. He rounded a blackened street corner, the lamp busted most likely by one of the group of demons now circling a writhing mortal man. The mortal fought tooth and nail, but clearly stood no chance, outnumbered and overpowered as he was. His smell . . . his smell had Furon hardening further, painfully. He couldn't wait his turn, needed the human<i>now. </i><br/><br/>Taking stock of his competition, he knew the fight wouldn't be easy, though most were lower-tier creatures that could only escape the gates of hell on the solstice, not strong enough to remain in the mortal plane otherwise. However, Furon, too, was made stronger by the planet's alignment on this evening, as was his hunger. Being outnumbered would not remain an issue for long. Suddenly the tangy copper of blood met his nostrils and a rage took over the likes of which he'd never felt, angered that another had dared sink their teeth into something he'd craved untouched. He could see clearly despite the darkness that his competition had already managed to undo the man's belt and fly, pulling his pants to his knees, his underwear the only remaining barrier between what Furon wanted and the straining erections of others. Normally cool and collected, Furon was fueled by his need to claim the mortal, devour him. "Have your fun elsewhere, Boys. This one's taken," he smirked.<br/><br/>Furon's body dissipated in seconds, thick whips of darkness whirling and speeding towards the group surrounding the man. He re-solidified in an instant, roughly tackling the pair holding the mortal into the building behind them, no care for the frightened human as he did so. He only needed one thing from the man who likely wouldn't survive anyways. A clawed hand jutted out, grasping the weaker demon by his throat and tearing his teeth away from the mortal. With a grin, Furon hurled him into the group desperately waiting their turn. They snarled at him, but Furon paid them no mind as long as they kept their distance. The demon who'd been ripping away at the man's clothing glared at him, brandishing a plume of fire but Furon burst into a dark cloud once again, diving down the others throat in thick tentacles, whipping and tearing, suffocating the fleshy vessel and dropping him, gagging, like a stone.<br/><br/>Solid once more, the crazed Furon wasted no time in throwing himself over the human, forcing him to the ground beneath him as he dug his own teeth deep into his shoulder possessively. He tasted so sweet. A growl rumbled in his throat as he moved to tear away the last vestige of thin fabric. Furon didn't care if the man screamed or pleaded. His cock was rigid and begging, eyes black as night. His hand stopped short, however, interrupted. "Hey, Asshole. Share your fun, I'm sure there's plenty of him to go around." Some seemed frightened by his display, his outright murder of another demon, but a few remained, driven only by the need to fuck. "Fine, but we found him first." "Leave some for us." Furon glared, teeth bloodied as he snarled at the others.<br/><br/>But seeing them there, all standing around him in obvious states of arousal, panting and licking their lips like dogs . . . various shapes and sizes of horns, skin tones ranging from red to blue, teeth sharp and monstrous . . . Furon was suddenly reminded how disgusting he must look, how violent he'd been acting. And for what? A hot piece of ass? A piece of ass now bleeding out beneath him as Furon held the weakened human into the gravel like a doll, hand fisted powerfully into his hair to expose that delicious throat.<i> 'What a I doing?'</i>Guilt flooded him immediately and he jerked back his hand as if burned, appalled by his own actions as he took in the fragile state of the creature beneath him, unsure if the man was even alive, much less conscious. "Fuck, I'm sorry." He ceased his actions, listening for any sounds, any signs of life, feeling for a pulse.<i>'How could I do this? ' </i>He'd lost control this badly? But why?<i> 'Monster.'</i>His sudden need for this human didn't make sense to the incubus, his loss of self-control, but he knew one thing. "I'm sorry." He had to rectify this. Cradling the limp mortal in his arms, bloodied and battered, the pair dissipated into dark wisps. His home, the wards would be safe from the others.