((Cutting the drama to as minimal as possible. ^^<br/><br/>And I am sorry for the bad quality, I am horrible with doms. ^^;; Teyha will return the next post.))<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Interesting indeed. <br/>
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So far Dhiren's stay at the castle had proved nothing short of boring. Each slave a carbon copy of a former he once knew, their personalities so etched in his mind he could hardly stand to spare a second glance their direction. He had no desire to repeat failed experiments with the newer model of an old slave, and had briefly grown concerned he might not find any suitable partner for the gamble that lay ahead.<br/>
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But that was before the succubus. How she defied all manner of rationality for her race! Demons, he knew, were famously selfish creatures. Not always malicious, but those he surrounded himself with were at least being of little virtue, indulging in whatever vices might tickle their fancy that day. Cruelty naturally followed in close suit, the need of the one far outweighing any moral conscience, or rules of etiquette humans so liked to impose on themselves. <br/>
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Her kind in particular was notorious for these natures, their very existence proof of how deviously cunning nature could be. To even look upon one conjured images of sinful ecstasy, stirring far more than the mind to rapt attention. Easily, men of honor and those without would fall under the sultry spell, and as they submitted to the primal urges that drove their bodies forward... Their very lives were made forfeit to lust. Be it a day, a year, or the span of what might have remained, the succubus would feed from them. <br/>
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Oh this young woman was breathtaking in her own right, Dhiren would not argue that. She had all the voluptuous curves one would expect from her kind, a body simply designed to entice onlookers. And in the same moment that the impish woman was breathtakingly sexy, the Shadow Demon found himself thinking she might be equally cute. Colorless hair layered just beyond her shoulders fell in loose curls, to bounce and fly free with each movement either the wind or young demoness made. A far cry from the perfectly manicured or deliberately tousled styles the more mature of his kind seemed drawn to. Her face as well, with large eyes the color of his favorite red wine, and skin as soft and pale as morning snow. <br/>
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Truthfully, she almost looked an albino of her kind. A sudden realization of what she reminded him of so amusing him that he was forced to bite back the laugh, an ill timed response to the sudden screech of his victim, protesting having her limbs rearranged by the her 'rescuer'. <br/>
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Briefly this attracted his attention away from inspecting his prospective target. He watched the young woman try desperately to squirm away from the powerful grip of the succubus, who rooted herself firmly into the feet of the somewhat disinterested man behind her. It wasn't that the sharp heels of her boots didn't send a throb of pain running up the man's legs, but simply that he knew reacting to her childish retaliation would gain his no more ground than simply allowing her to blow her steam and be done with it. <br/>
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After all, soon enough the groaning white witch was properly secured to a stretcher, medical personnel already numbing her pain with expert care. In seconds the shrill whines and cries of pain were muted entirely, and the serene look of deep sleep smooth features previously twisted in pain. "Treat her well." Dhiren murmured to a handler, ignoring the detestable look he received in return, and tossed a heavy sack of gold to the floor before his feet. The brunette served her purpose well indeed, fulfilling more than many of his past pets if this feisty succubus proved half as interesting as he expected she would. <br/>
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Speaking of which... The rare little specimen was trying very hard to flutter away, an act that Dhiren simply could not allow. With a throaty chuckle he turned from the mess he created to follow after his snowy beauty, amused by her attempt to elude him and his attentions. "Little succubus." He growled, no humor in the dangerous tone. "You really shouldn't run from a Master who wishes for your company." Whether that slowed her or not mattered little to the man, as he shifted, moving easily within the shadows that stretched across the courtyard. In a moment he was paces behind the demoness, and the next he was before her. He glared down at her, lips turned sharply down in a frown. "I could always focus my attentions on another woman." He reminded her coldly. "And another, and another... Or you could simply behave like the pet you are, and not try to escape me."</span>