<i><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Switch Maltrese</span></span>​</div></i><br/><span style="font-size: 10px"><div style="text-align: center">Switch didn't even bother being offended at Ava's refusal to acknowledge her until he started speaking. She had felt his little bit of magic slice through the dark energy and try to heal the captain, but it only did a little bit. She wasn't going to be healed until, well, the energy left her body. She wasn't sure if it was an actual possession or if it was simply evil energy, but the glyphs spoke of a possession until the possesser could manifest on their own. Much like the beasts that sometimes dwelled in dhamphires and other half-beings. Much like herself. Except it was something she was born with- not something that tried to take over her body out of the blue. Still...she was drawn to the energy and she didn't like that one bit. She had shown Ava she wasn't just a seemingly pleasant mercenary. Or even a space pirate today. He probably had questions or- knowing Ava- he was gonna just whine at her until he got said answers. He was such a little bitch sometimes.<br/>
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Still, she said nothing and watched him carry Karita up to her cabin before she went on her own to go get the Captain some water. She would bespell it to try to draw the demon out by putting it a drop of her blood. It was too much for a demon to ignore: it was like a drug because of the power of her bloodlines. She just hoped if it helped withdraw the demon that Karita would be intact and Switch would be able to contain the demon. She just wondered how high up in the hierarchy he was. He didn't have Devil blood, that was for sure, but he could still be very powerful. If he had had Devil blood, he still would have maintained his body even with all the glyphs draining out his power and dispersing it into wasted energy. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">"And so the plot thickens..."</span><br/>
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She muttered to herself as she got the water. She stepped onto the deck and crept into the shadows, making herself disappear. Palming one of her small daggers, she cut her finger just enough so a drop welled. Dropping the dot into the water, it fizzed and bubbled as she spoke archaic words before the water turned pink and then clear. It would look and taste just like regular water to humans, but to a demon, it was like honey for bears: too sweet to resist. Revealing herself again, she walked down the length of the deck, cup in hand to the Captain's quarters. But it wasn't long before she was slammed into by sexual energy. It ripped right through her and she had to pause to gain her bearings. She blinked as the information from her sense processed that the energy was from Howl and Jasna. Which was...really odd. But then the ship was feeling odd. Perhaps the lingering effects of its release from captivity? She hoped those effects wouldn't last for too long or there were going to be problems.<br/>
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Finally, she reached the cabin for Karita and opened the door without knocking. It wasn't like Ava wasn't expecting her arrival so she didn't bother with politeness. She set the cup down on the table next to Karita's bed and leaned over her, gently touching her face to smooth away the stress lines that had formed on her usually flawless skin. Her touch seemed to help and soon she was whispering softly, speaking to both Karita and the supposed demon.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">"I know you can hear me...Everything will be all right. But know that if anything...unusual occurs, I will tear you from that body myself even if I have to find help to do so. Sleep, my Captain. This will all be over soon." </span><br/>
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<li data-xf-list-type="ul"><span style="font-size: 10px"> Time didn't matter in this moment. It held no meaning for him while she was underneath him, cooing, moaning, writhing, silently begging with her body to ease her aches and fulfill her needs. And damn, did he want to. He was more than ready to as he felt her tugging on his leather shirt and kissing him like a wanton woman finally free. He could have stayed in this moment. He let her lead the kiss, let her dominate him and he reveled in it, loving sharing some of the power with her, letting her take some of the control. He wanted to know what his sweet charge would do without restraints on her lust. Without rules or duties--<br/>
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The word slammed into his thoughts and he took a moment to breathe as she took off his leather shirt. He unbuckled her breast plate and tossed it, leaving her succulent breasts exposed to his eyes and the air. Her nipples were already so tight and were so pretty. They were a deep pink color and just begging to be sucked. Instead, he palmed her breasts and stroked her nipples with his thumbs, flicking the sensitive buds. He wanted to stay here, but his mind- though fogged with lust and drunk on her kiss- was already telling him he was doing too much. Going too far too fast. Indulging too much. Getting too involved. He couldn't stop the barrage and the way she said his name made him wish he could be better. That he could be a better person and give her all she wanted from him. But he was so ruined he feared he would taint her sweetness with his darkness. As much as it hurt- and it did hurt physically- to gently push her away, he started to do just that.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">"Jasna...We need...we need to stop."</span><br/>
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Did he really sound that hoarse and needy? But there was no mistaking his deep voice with anyone else's. He gently captured her wrists and pushed them away from his skin, as much as it killed him to stop and as much as his body screamed at him to stop pushing her away. He had to let go of his heaven: he'd ruin her if he stayed.<br/>
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