There was no qualm in the creature as she encouraged him to move upon the bed, her hands touching him like the darkened Adonis that he was, and in truth it was an indulgence to the being.  He was one who thrilled to worship, born to have adulation showered upon him, and perhaps cursed with drives that were considered absolutely depraved by most who had even the mildest of prudishness.  The muscles moved beneath her as she angled him down and his hands came out behind him to touch the bed, letting himself slip up and back with an athleticism and limberness which was unearthly.  It was in those simple moments that he was completely and undeniably alien in nature.  It was not as if he did anything outrageous, it was merely a fluidity of form and purpose that could only be described as frighteningly inhuman.  Those eyes were piercing as they studied her and even in the sensuality of the moment she could see that he was thinking and thinking hard.<br/><br/>Her words though were just as intriguing as the feeling of her young form and he gave them proper and due consideration.  Kill for her?  She had asked quite a few questions in her opening moments, the curiosity and novelty of the moment making her a bit vulnerable.  Well, he did not necessarily mind vulnerability.  It was something he rather preferred in those who were working with him, allowing him to have the upper hand in all sorts of interesting ways, but would it be worthwhile to continue allowing her to maintain false illusions or would he decide to mentor her on the truth of not just the world but reality itself.   That might be the tact to take, it had been so long since he had been in the mortal realm and he was unwilling to have it end so soon, unwilling to give up such earthly pleasures and feelings.  No, he would need to raise her up so that she could wield him further, and in the end she would find herself so intrinsically tied to him that she would be unable to ever imagine living without him.  Perhaps then her life might be forfeit.<br/><br/>His voice held not bemusement, but certitude as he spoke in response.  "I accept."<br/><br/>His words continued though so as not to let the comment go to her head, disabusing her of the idea that she would just snap her fingers and get what she wanted.  He was driven, not just by lust, but by power and it shown in that moment as his eyes met hers and he reached to take her wrists to flip her onto the bed itself.  His fingers dug into her flesh, burning and intense as shadow played round his mouth, the exhale of a creature who felt more like a beast and some sentient being in that moment.  He lowered his head as he spoke to her throat at that moment, inhaling the scent of her as his tongue came out to slide across her flesh, a hungry mewling noise coming from him before his words spilled out.   "It is not your death that I require though, no, young little mageling.  I require you to be far more adept at your skills.  You failed in your summoning because you go it...wrong."  His head tilted as he rose up to stare down into her face once more and he smiled with wicked intentions.  She could already feel him hardening against her, that monstrous cock promising not just pain but pleasure should she ever be gifted the moment of taking him deep within one of her holes, but he paid no mind to that...not just yet.  Instead he kissed her.<br/><br/>That kiss was terrible in it's power, the shadows within his mouth burning down into her as he shared the essence of himself, tasting her life and feeding it back to her two-fold.  His tongue, expertly taunting hers, kept the physical alive in the contact...moving and dancing with swift delight as he forced himself upon welcome lips.  She had no concept of the terrible vistas awaiting her, but he shared in that moment such imaginings, flashes of the hellscape of horrors he would visit upon her enemies....hints of the pleasures and delights he would grant her.  The world responded at that moment, the rising sound of wind roaring in the room, a reminder that there is always a reaction to the use of these gifts.  He was not merely kissing her, he was melding with her, mingling his infernal might with her mortal soul.  The results...well he knew what they would be.  She would just have to find out.