<strong>Name;</strong>Demona, succubus<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Lilith's Cave bar<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Jack Mason, werewolf.  Everyone else at the bar currently.<br/><br/>She could have kept pushing his buttons but Demona backed off on her unnatural power she held over men and women alike which until then she had been directing solely on Jack at that moment.  She instead ordered another Jack on the rocks as a couple of new arrivals came to the bar.  She paid them little heed, too interested in the wolf beside her.  She was about to continue until the two orcs that had tried to get with Charisma found their way to her, and instead was treated to quite a sight as Jack totally demolished the two hulking green brutes.  She arched an eyebrow at how fast he changed shape, having never seen a wolf do that so quickly, but it intrigued her quite a bit all the same as the succubus saw how easily he dealt with the two overconfident and hormone driven orcs by tossing them into the far wall where they didn't get up again for some time.  Show off or not, she grinned as she applauded Jack's efforts.  Maybe she'd risk missing a chance with the new player in town after all and fuck this guy's world upside down?  Her thought was interrupted however when she felt a third heavy orc hand on her shoulder.  She raised a single hand in Jack's direction, winking silently so he'd stay put as she turned on her stool and grinned up at the green skin that was going for the prize directly.  "I'd highly advise getting your hand off of me big boy."<br/><br/>"And why is that?  You gonna suck me to death?"  Demona licked her lips and stood, her supernatural strength clearly showing as she easily pushed up against the hand that tried to push her back into the stool she had been sitting on until then.  "That's actually a tempting thought.  Come here."  Before the orc realized what was going on, the succubus had come out fully as she hopped up, wrapped her thighs tight around the orc's waist, and took his head between her hands before planting her lips against his own, smothering him in more ways than one.  Her seven foot black as night wings shot out on either side of her back which were akin to a giant bat's in design, and felt quite similar as well.  A twelve foot long whip like tail came out from under her black dress which held the material up to reveal she wasn't wearing anything underneath, but the orc was in no position to appreciate the view.  Pulling their lips apart, Jack if he was paying attention, might have noticed pale blue mist or smoke passing between their mouths, starting at the orc and passing into Demona's luscious lips.  Further observation would reveal that the orc was looking mighty tired after only a few seconds of this going on.  Demona had purposely amped up the drain as high as she could, sucking the life out of her victim without regard for his continued existence as the orc stumbled, then fell backward like a sack of potatoes.  She kept going, the high she got from stealing another's life too potent to give up, but she managed before she killed the orc.  Standing up after untangling herself from the brute, Demona sat next to Jack once more, licking her lips clean in an attempt to get every last trace of that monster's energy into her stomach.  "Awww...that was tasty.  Now, where were we?"