<strong>Russell Davis,<br/>Dorms<br/>Tagged: Sashira</strong><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff123/Scrapper349/th_Russell.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Sashira's flying leap knocked Russell back onto one of the room's beds. His martial arts training let him roll with the throw but the bat-winged girl pinned him down, not giving him a chance to get to his feet. His eyes flared with anger and he tensed to throw her off but any thoughts of resistance faded as Sashira licked his neck.<em>Okay, that was fast work but it wasn't <strong>my</strong> work!</em><br/><br/>Any anger Russell felt towards her faded as she explained her ancestry, the role of the academy, and the role of the human males housed at the academy. Instead he was coming to terms with the truth of her words, a truth he had begun to suspect as soon as he had seen the girls debark from the carriage. Humanity was not the only sentient species on this world. Monsters were real.<em>No wonder this place is so secret,</em>the young man mused.<em>I mean, just look at Sashira - classic demon looks, feeds off sex, and even refers to herself as a succubus. If word got out the religious nutcases would have a field day organising purges that would make the frigging Spanish Inquisition look like a schoolyard scuffle!</em><br/><br/>Once Sashira  had finished making her offer she folded her arms and grinned down at the man she straddled. Russell couldn't help wondering if any of her ancestors on the succubus side had worn such a grin after tearing some poor idiot's soul from his body and dragging it down to Hell.<em>And if I start thinking like that I'll start believing televangelist bullshit! No dice!</em>Still, the redhead's grin was definitely predatory... and sexy. "Oh I've got plenty of questions, Sashira," the dark-maned youth told her. Reaching up he stroked her arms, his fingertips barely making contact as he lightly traced caressing patterns up and down the smooth warm skin. "But right now isn't the time to ask them," Russell continued, his blue eyes locked on Sashira's red ones. "I've got to admit the idea of being the main course on your sexual diet is pretty damn hot," he admitted. It wasn't hard for the succubus to tell that the boy was speaking the truth, with his raging erection pressing against her own sex. "And I'm sure I could give you one hell of a ride," he added with a wicked grin as he continued to tease her skin with feather-light touches. "I have no problems being your friend, or your sexual partner."<br/><br/>Russell's grin suddenly faded. "If you come back from class one day and decide you want to vent a bad mood that's fine - but I'm not going to be your punching bag while you kick my rib cage in for grins. I won't be your slave or your bitch, to abuse when you feel the need. I don't roll that way." The lean young man pressed a fingertip to Sashira's lips to quiet any protests she might make. "If you want someone who's a fucktoy, a punching bag and a doormat rolled into one, go somewhere else. But if you want someone to be a lover and a friend, who'll keep any promise he makes to you, I'm yours." Russell drew his finger away from the redhead's lips, settling his hands lightly on her hips. "My people have a saying, Sashira."<br/><br/>"Do not walk in front of me, I may not follow."<br/>"Do not walk behind me, I may not lead."<br/>"Walk by my side, so that we may walk together as friends."<br/><br/>With those words he simply lay there, his eyes locked on hers, simply waiting for her answer.<br/><br/><br/>