The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress
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				Title: <strong>The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 02:38:40</strong>
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				Samuel had known the moment the carnival began to set up that it wasn't natural.&nbsp; Wasn't...what people would expect it to be.&nbsp; The mundanes around him were going to enjoy themselves, they thought.&nbsp; He knew better.&nbsp; Could see things for what they were.&nbsp; The strong man who wore only a loincloth wasn't merely a strong man.&nbsp; Couldn't they see the disfigurement?&nbsp; The warped, knotted muscles and the putrifying skin?&nbsp; How would the mundanes take it if they saw him in his true form?<br><br>The spellcaster noted that there were others like him minglign within the confines of the carnival.&nbsp; The Night Parade hadn't turned up in any of his research grimoires, but that wasn't surprising.&nbsp; He was a mage of moderate talent, but he didn't have the time yet to devote to research.&nbsp; Samuel needed a familiar, and when he saw some of the creatures within this dark circus, well, it was too perfect of an opportunity to pass.&nbsp; Before he'd stepped within the area of influence the Night Parade had, though, he'd prepared a number of defensive spells and a few talismans to assist him in the endeavors.<br><br>Daylight seemed to prevent much of what he expected, though.&nbsp; A few people, here and there, seemed to sneak off with the gypsy like folks that ran around the place.&nbsp; The poor bastards.&nbsp; They were mere food for the creatures they decided to try and play with.&nbsp; Samuel grinned to himself as he saw one pair in particular.&nbsp; <em>Won't be a happy ending there, mate</em>.&nbsp; At least the creatures had the decency let the poor folks climax before ripping their souls out of their bodies.&nbsp; Clean kills, the bodies stashed away or fodder for something that didn't care if a meal was alive or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 22:35:33</strong>
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				She hated daylight. No matter how long she got to walk the earth, that was one thing not likely to change. It wasn't harmful, just... embarrassing. It made her feel like people could see through her. Or rather, <em>her</em>, herself.<br><br>Of course, that was not the case. Nobody had run away from her screaming. But she still felt kind of vulnerable. And that was why the Night Parade was the most suitable place for her to blend in... and hunt.<br><br>Lasciel, as usual, had done her daily practice in the open, under the main tent. There were no sequinned outfits or breathtaking props in sight - no snakes, blades or fire. But the Parade's most exotic dancer was no less exotic for that. In black harem pants and crop top, arms, feet and midriff bare, a mass of fine ebony braids lashing around her face... No wonder she always had spectators gawking at her; the same ones who would return in the evening to see her perform, their souls reaching out to her through their eyes.<br><br>The one who'd chatted her up after practice had the look of a lager lout. What he really wanted was more than obvious, and he could hardly believe his luck, too impatient even to get to her trailer. Lasciel wondered briefly who would miss him. His soul was rather stunted, but it would have to do. She had more need for it than he ever would.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 23:36:16</strong>
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				Samuel had caught the act.&nbsp; Had seen through her appearance as well.&nbsp; It always amazed him at what the human mind could push away as being nothing more than an odd-looking person.&nbsp; Although she hadn't looked odd past the illusion besides the things that made a succubus a succubus.&nbsp; He'd watched while men around him, thinking themselves above suspicion, would quietly rub themselves through their pants at the sight of her.&nbsp; She was beyond attractive, but that was to be expected.<br><br>While she'd gone off he'd stayed to watch the next act.&nbsp; A magician's act, or so it claimed.&nbsp; Yea, he'd seen this one before.&nbsp; The disappearing, reappearing person.&nbsp; Only, as he paid attention to the trick, the person really didn't come back.&nbsp; A little magic woven around a natural shifter had allowed the act to be seen.&nbsp; That person was going to be a meal for someone, Samuel was sure.&nbsp; It didn't matter to him.&nbsp; He was still on the lookout.<br><br>Would she be the perfect one?&nbsp; The dancer?&nbsp; She could entice, seduce, and disarm those he needed to suffer such things.&nbsp; Allowing him to obtain those things he needed to make his life oh so much easier.&nbsp; And she'd be able to help him in obtaining new grimoires he'd need to study.&nbsp; Perhaps they had a few spellhurlers within this place as well.&nbsp; Perhaps he'd seek her out after all.<br><br>Closing his eyes and allowing his focus to drift, he'd search her out.&nbsp; Oh she was playing with her food!&nbsp; How quaint!&nbsp; Perhaps she'd let the man have his little happy ending before sucking him dry.&nbsp; It gave him the direction he needed to find her.&nbsp; His hands in the pockets of his pressed khakis, whistling a soft tune to himself, he reached out to find his soon-to-be familiar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 22:33:15</strong>
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				Lasciel smoothed down her clothes and looked up and down the narrow alley between the two trailers. The bloody dust in which the man had exploded was already drying into nothingness, but it would be better if nobody noticed it for a few more moments, until it disappeared altogether. He had been a ridiculously easy bit of prey; his puny soul hadn't even resisted her. Too bad he was a barely passable fuck, but at least that made the job quicker.<br><br>She headed towards Norka's trailer, ignoring the gawking that always accompanied her presence. The strong man was in, done with his own pandering to the crowd. He wasn't too bad as trolls went, perhaps a bit too blue in the skin, but much sharper than what fairytales made his kind to appear. 'You have something for me?' he rasped.<br><br>Without a word, Lasciel pulled her waistband down a little, revealing a red gem like a ruby in her navel. She tugged it out with a little effort, as if it were stuck, and handed it to Norka, who turned it around in his palm with a toothy grin. 'Good girl. Keep reeling them in, and all will go well.'<br><br>The corner of Lasciel's mouth lifted in a bit of a sneer. Norka had no idea of her definition of 'go well'. He merely assured her of the Parade's shelter, as long as she paid her rent... in a way fitting her nature. The rest would be her own job. She turned around and sashayed out once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 22:40:27</strong>
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				Samuel wasn't all that far away when she'd gone to find someone else.&nbsp; He'd paused at where the soul removal had occurred.&nbsp; Bending down, he'd let a finger stir slightly in the bloody dust, bringing it up to smell it.&nbsp; Oh she would be a useful little familiar, wouldn't she?&nbsp; A bit messy, perhaps, at times.&nbsp; But messy could be good.&nbsp; Those who stared at him amongst the mundanes thought he was odd.&nbsp; Those within the Night Parade knew what he was.&nbsp; A creature of magic, not quite like they were, but still something unknown.<br><br>A clenched hand as he focused his sorcerous will, closing his eyes as he did so for a brief moment.&nbsp; Even without the visible world around him he could sense, nearly see, the magic that existed within this place.&nbsp; And he'd touched the physical remnants of a being that had held a soul.&nbsp; Not a lasso, she'd resist.&nbsp; Perhaps something more subtle.&nbsp; A...lure.<br><br>Casting out the sorcerous will, it wasn't a harsh magic that he wrought.&nbsp; That wouldn't do for a creature such as she.&nbsp; No, his magic would be something enticing.&nbsp; Letting her know what was trying to draw her.&nbsp; A spellcaster, a Warlock in particular, one who dabbled in the darker sides of magic.&nbsp; Perhaps that would be enough to draw her to him willingly as opposed to struggling.&nbsp; While the magic did its work, his eyes opened once more and he stayed where he was, in the midst of her last kill.&nbsp; Patiently awaiting her arrival.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 02:03:06</strong>
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				It stopped her dead in her tracks.<br><br>It wasn't a summons, not really. More than a declaration of presence. A visiting card requesting an audience. She could have picked up the trail of a supernatural among mundanes with her eyes closed, but this one wasn't hiding. It was simply waiting for her to acknowledge it.<br><br>She turned left so sharply that she almost slammed into a couple of teenage boys who were wandering about staring as if they had entered Aladdin's cave. Even in that split second, she couldn't help noticing the widening of their eyes. She rewarded it with a grin, then slipped away before they had time to blush.<br><br>There it was - or rather, he. Right where she had stood scant minutes before, with her prey. All visible signs of her feeding were gone by now, though one with real sight would know. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned on one shoulder against the trailer, waiting for him to speak first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 02:28:52</strong>
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				"Salutations," Samuel began as he let his hands brush gently against the khakis.&nbsp; "Samuel Hammerstein.&nbsp; Obviously I know what you are, and you can probably tell what I am.&nbsp; I'm not here to disrupt whatever is going on.&nbsp; I'm in need of a familiar, an adept one that could assist me in my magical endeavors.&nbsp; You hold my interest.&nbsp; Care to discuss it?"&nbsp; He was oh so sweet about it, calm and collected, but it was obvious that he'd taken precautions well before entering within the Night Parade.<br><br>Magical energies girded him, protecting him from many of the nasty supernatural abilities of some of the creatures that could be found within this carnival.&nbsp; Her own soul sucking ability would have to be shunted aside, and right now it was done via magic.&nbsp; He imagined if she were his familiar he would be immune to it outright, or so he hoped.&nbsp; A smile on his face as he waited for her answer.&nbsp; Knowing should shit hit the fan, she had backup and he didn't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 15:56:59</strong>
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				Lasciel remained silent, the only indication that she had heard him being the canting of her head to one side, which swept her braids down over her shoulder. Cheeky so-and-so, she thought. A familiar! Can I bind you and make you work for me, if you don't mind too much? As if she hadn't...<br><br>She stopped that train of thought short. That was a long time ago, and she was still struggling with the unforeseen consequences. He certainly had a fair amount of power, she could feel as much. But binding something was easy. It was the unbinding that she was interested in.<br><br>'You flatter me,' she said finally, her voice a rich modulated contralto that suited her perfectly. 'But I'm currently contracted otherwise and I doubt I can take on another engagement. Unless you have some way to go around that...?' There, magickal servitude debated like a corporate contract. Never say that supernatural creatures cannot adapt to circumstances.
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				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 00:11:54</strong>
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				"I had taken that into account," Samuel said, his hands pressing together before him as he stood there, nonchalant.&nbsp; There was no reason to not be civil about this.&nbsp; "Tell me about the one that holds your current service.&nbsp; Do you enjoy it?&nbsp; Is he a good master?&nbsp; Is he strong?&nbsp; Give me some input as to the situation so I may assess it."<br><br>Samuel would allow himself a moment to contemplate any information she may give him.&nbsp; Was he prepared, right now, to take on another creature?&nbsp; One most likely even more powerful than she?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; He'd have to prepare a few items of power to assist in destroying anything like that.&nbsp; So it wouldn't be done in a day.&nbsp; Then again, Rome wasn't built in a day either.&nbsp; A bit of a smirk on his face as he let himself have some humor at the thought.<br><br>"Any type of pertinent information really," he continued after only a few moments' pause.&nbsp; "I would imagine it also depends on if you want to have a mere mortal as a companion.&nbsp; You must get a fair number of mundanes around here with little effort.&nbsp; Or at least when the thing goes into full swing."
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				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 13:07:11</strong>
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				'A mere mortal, eh?' Lasciel couldn't help chuckling. 'There's nothing <em>mere</em> about you, darling. Quite a lot of <em>mortal</em>, though.' She smirked, her perfect teeth showing ever so slightly too sharp.<br><br>'As for my engagement,' she continued, 'it started a long, long time ago, with someone who is no longer among us, but somehow neglected to terminate the contract in time. I am... subcontracted, you could say, to the Night Parade. That could be dealt with more easily. But, as you surely understand, I can hardly take on a new assignment without proper closure of the old one.'<br><br>She leaned in closer, a light spicy fragrance that seemed to rise off her very skin brushing his nostrils, tapped a fingertip on his chest and grinned. 'Why don't you come watch the show tonight, and see if you have something new to negotiate afterwards, hmmm?' Then she turned her back and walked off, offering a last, memorable view of her swaying hips, perhaps as incentive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 13:13:27</strong>
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				She was something alright.&nbsp; Incentive, eh?&nbsp; And later tonight?&nbsp; He could come up with a few things.&nbsp; He had some time, and a bit of spare power sitting around at home.&nbsp; He also had some blueprints in a few grimoires on how to deal with certain things.&nbsp; As she walked away, he pondered watching more of the shows.&nbsp; But he didn't really need to know anything more about that today.&nbsp; Samuel would need offensive and defensive capabilities for tonight.&nbsp; So he'd make his way over to where he'd entered, and proceed to go about doing that.<br><br>In the meantime, one of the various doppelgangers that had been wandering around and observed the meeting would decide to stop Lasciel on her way through the grounds.&nbsp; "Tsk tsk," it said.&nbsp; The thing looked like any simple man out there would, a bit over six feet, a bit on the heavy side, but still fairly normal.&nbsp; It took those with some power to see the shimmer around them to reveal they weren't quite human.&nbsp; "Talking to a human, Lasciel?&nbsp; And a magic-user, at that?&nbsp; That's something that could get you into quite a bit of trouble.&nbsp; Care to...make a deal?"&nbsp; The thing gave her a thorough once over, licking his lips in an exaggerated way as it waited for her answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 00:11:41</strong>
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				<em>Not again</em>, thought Lasciel, turning slowly to face the doppelganger, once more crossing her arms over her chest. That one had been trying to get into her pants for a long time. She didn't object to the attention itself, but his kind were so fluid and ultimately ephemeral, that there was nothing in their essence to sustain her, nor even anything promising a thrilling fuck. It would be a waste of time, and Lasciel wasn't given to such. Her time was still mostly her own.<br><br>'Don't you go all patronising on me, darling,' she said. 'I talk to humans all the time; it's part of my thing, unlike yours. And if he knows a few things, so much the better, as a morsel. I don't see what I would need a deal with you for...'
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				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 03:21:07</strong>
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				The thing chortled, approaching her in a predatorial way.&nbsp; The thing regarded her oh so casually, as if she were something to be devoured.&nbsp; "I'll do what I wish," it said without much emotion.&nbsp; "After all, without us, these things don't happen.&nbsp; Your kind wouldn't be given free roam.&nbsp; Things are being set in motion around here, you little chit.&nbsp; Your kind is only useful for collecting power.&nbsp; Us?"&nbsp; It giggled, taking on a high pitch, nearly sinister sound to it.&nbsp; "We corrupt absolutely.&nbsp; You take a soul, that person's dead and gone.&nbsp; We take a mind well."&nbsp; It licked its lips, tongue stretching far more than a human's ever could.<br><br>"So lets cut the shit.&nbsp; You know what I want.&nbsp; Why don't you be a good little slut, and lets head back to a nice, dark area.&nbsp; Of course, I can always tell the higher ups that you're roaming free.&nbsp; Maybe it's time that you bred like some of your kind have been doing of late.&nbsp; Preparing and all that."
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				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 12:16:45</strong>
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				<em>Riiiiight...</em> Lasciel's eyes narrowed. She wasn't particularly worried about the doppelganger's threats. It had a handler, as much as she did. Norka was just a petty bureaucrat, and that thing might have one higher up, but that mattered little. The Parade was a business and she paid her way. On the other hand, what happened at the bottom had to stay there. It wasn't like she could file a harassment suit.<br><br><em>Looks like some time-wasting is in order, then, for someone to learn their place.</em><br><br>She sashayed towards the doppelganger, almost bumping bodily into it, then tapped its chest with a fingertip. 'You're not getting any, that's what it's all about, eh?' she smirked. 'Find a dark place, then, if you think you can handle me.'
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				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 12:29:20</strong>
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				The doppelganger was more than happy to do just that.&nbsp; It would proceed to glance about, gazing upon a particularly nice piece of darkness.&nbsp; The tent was where one of the acts was being performed, some magic act or another it wasn't concerned with.&nbsp; All it knew was that within the shadows of the background, behind the stage and where others tended to hide, it would be able to find that darkness that was required to have a romp with this one.&nbsp; So it moved, but it made sure to keep her in its sights at all time.<br><br>"Come then," it said, the smile like the cat that ate the canary.&nbsp; "I wish to see exactly what it is you're capable of, up close and personal.&nbsp; They say you're able to do so many interesting little things.&nbsp; And should you welsh on the deal...tsk tsk.&nbsp; I know who to get into contact with, little girl."
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				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 13:06:16</strong>
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				'And here I thought I was the only one you were interested in getting into contact with,' quipped Lasciel, gliding silently into the backstage area. Sacks, sawdust, and comforting shadows. No other was lurking there at the moment, although that might change later. Not that she minded, or that she needed the dark either.<br><br>She shed her clothes matter-of-factly, and stretched. The shadows were not really obscuring her; her kind were meant to be seen even in pitch blackness. And there, away from the mundane world, her true nature was readily visible behind her disguising glamour. Only her hair was the same, and her sleek, generous curves. But those were covered in smooth mahogany skin here, accessorised with tiny horns and a whiplike tail, leathery batlike wings and gleaming yellow eyes, sharp little teeth and a forked tongue. Completely alien, but still viscerally desirable, in a way that bypassed thought entirely.<br><br>'Show me your best, big boy,' she purred. 'Close, personal and interesting.'
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				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 14:03:29</strong>
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				The doppelganger would shed its own clothing in record time!&nbsp; It appeared to be a man, obviously the shape it had taken did not disappear in the shadows.&nbsp; Its true form was something akin to an alien, or so mundanes would think upon seeing it.&nbsp; So instead it kept the human's form it had taken upon the person's arrival and subsequent departure from the carnival.&nbsp; A touch on the hairy side, this one was, with hair upon its chest going down its naval to spread around its groin.&nbsp; It would proceed to gesture towards itself, moving over to lean against a crate.<br><br>"Come Lasciel," it spoke, the pitch of its voice dropping, gaining a husky quality.&nbsp; "You're said to have a sinful mouth.&nbsp; Show me exactly what that mouth is capable of."&nbsp; Obviously the man was either well-endowed or the doppelganger was playing with her a bit.&nbsp; After all, the organ that hung between its legs would do a porn star proud.&nbsp; It waited for its pleasure, knowing it was due soon.
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				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 23:05:17</strong>
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				Lasciel sized up the doppelganger's package with appreciation. Now, if only it knew how to work its stolen body - too many of its kind were betrayed by less-than-perfect assimilation, no matter how much it boasted of consuming minds - this would not be as much of a waste as she thought. Go hungry, but have fun.<br><br>She sank to her knees before it in a single fluid movement, holding her back straight, just allowing her thighs to splay wide. There was a little smirk on her face when she tilted it up to hold the doppelganger's gaze. 'Remind me what sin is, again.' Without waiting for a response, her forked tongue darted out to sweep the underside of the massive cock, the sensation itself raising it to half-mast almost instantly, only for her lips to wrap around the head the next moment, and suck on it like on a straw.
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				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 00:55:04</strong>
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				The doppelganger, known amongst its kind as Sereven, groaned when she let that forked tongue run along its cock, but the moment she took it into her mouth his body jerked.&nbsp; There was no desire to mince words about what sin would be, what evil was.&nbsp; They were both creatures of necessity, and did whatever was needed of them.&nbsp; Sereven would reach out to slide its fingers through her hair, seeking a handhold to be able to work her down further along its cock.&nbsp; "More," it demanded, a snarl escaping its lips.&nbsp; "Use that mouth and throat of yours like you're supposed to, Lasciel!"<br><br>Nearby, of course, there were a few other creatures keeping an eye on things that were happening.&nbsp; Things that flitted to and fro within the darkness, using it to hide their actions.&nbsp; The darkness was just more enjoyable for them than the light, even the dim light such as what Lasciel and Sereven were in.&nbsp; "You should move into the darkness," a voice, soft, melodic, called from the darkness.&nbsp; "Or would you like us to make darkness for you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 00:03:15</strong>
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				Lasciel pursed her lips around Sereven's cock and pulled back smoothly, trailing a tight sheathing sensation over its length, like skinning a sausage. She let it out with a little popping sound, then smirked up, running her fingertips up the insides of its thighs, addressing the unseen presence without letting go of her companion.<br><br>'Creature needs to see... to see what I do to it, do as I'm told... Let it see what becomes of it!'<br><br>The next moment, to soft murmuring from the other creatures, she leaned in close again, captured the head between her lips and drew it all in, until the head bumped against the back of her throat, before starting to <em>really</em> suck.
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				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 01:35:14</strong>
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				Sereven was jerking, body spasming as pleasure unlike any it had experienced before rocked through it.&nbsp; Running up and down, toes curling in the dirt floor, hands gripping her head tightly to keep her in place.&nbsp; "Suck my dick while I fuck that mouth of yours!" it gasped aloud.&nbsp; Then it started to pump in earnest, trying to even go further than the back of her throat, trying to push inside.&nbsp; Sereven hadn't had the pleasure of doing this to a human female, let alone a supernatural one.&nbsp; Groaning and sweating began in earnest.<br><br>The soft voice would carry out again.&nbsp; "Let me know when you're done with him," it said.&nbsp; The voice sounded feminine.&nbsp; "Me and mine have a debt to pay to that one.&nbsp; Your help would be kindly appreciated, sweetling."
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				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 17:17:13</strong>
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				It was obvious, in the over-eager, uncoordinated movement, that Sereven had never experienced such treatment before, and that made Lasciel snicker inwardly, with almost savage glee. It probably wouldn't have it again, but that was a good reason to make this count. <em>Pity fucks...</em><br><br>Her braids slid and twirled around its fingers like living things as she upped her pace. He was providing the harder bucking while she offered speed, and the way he jolted and groaned every time her throat clenched around the throbbing shaft, he wouldn't last too long. <em>As soon as he spends his essence, he's all yours</em>, she thought, sure the unseen observers would feel the thought. Then she cupped its balls in one hand and massaged them, beckoning release closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 00:31:24</strong>
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				Sereven grunted as it continued its rapid thrusts.&nbsp; When heavy-laden balls were cupped and massaged, it gripped her braids tightly and drove itself as far into her throat as it possibly could.&nbsp; Blasts of hot, thick seed poured down her throat as it held her there with amazing strength.&nbsp; Its body jerked and spasmed, sweat slicking it even from the little exertion that just occurred.&nbsp; Only when it was done did the thing release her hair, pulling a still-dribbling, soon-to-be flaccid member from her mouth.&nbsp; Severen grinned as it saw a few drops of its semen stain her pretty lips.<br><br>Then darkness engulfed them both.&nbsp; It was sudden in a startling fashion.&nbsp; "No please!" was all the creature could speak before a sickening cracking sound accompanied by wet, meaty ones overtook the air.&nbsp; The coppery, hot fluid that would wash over Lasciel would undoubtedly be blood.&nbsp; "Sorry for the mess," the soft voice said from within the all-encompassing darkness.&nbsp; "We owed that one for what it had done to us in times past.&nbsp; Like you, only worse.&nbsp; With more of its kind."&nbsp; Anger was present in spades in the air, even as the sound of meat being ripped off the bone was suddenly heard.<br><br>"We shall dispose of the body," the voice said once more.&nbsp; "Should you need our help, we're merely a thought away.&nbsp; You possess our gratitude in this."&nbsp; The darkness would dim enough for her to see a feminine shape, nearly pure-white in its appearance save for the bloodstains that fell upon her body from the eating of the doppelganger's body.&nbsp; Curvy as her own, but in a softer, more demure manner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 11:17:28</strong>
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				Lasciel didn't flinch at the splattering; she had caused it herself so many times... And she wasted no pity on Sereven. If they hadn't done it, she would have. Her eyes narrowed in thought at the sight of the other creature. She had heard about them, although not met one face to face before. What were they called? Lamiae or something similar, in different variations. She wasn't sure. She had been locked in the mortal world, away from her own kind, for too long. <br><br>People thought that demonkin never forgot anything. That was not true, although it took a long time cut off from their natural state. Time generally meant little to Lasciel, but it wasn't working in her advantage either. <em>That wizard had better know a few things about unbindings.</em><br><br>She slipped into her clothes again and walked out, towards her trailer, to prepare for her evening show.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 11:57:32</strong>
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				By the time evening fell within the grounds of the Night Parade, Samuel had made enough preprarations to return to the place comfortably.&nbsp; It had taken a bit of effort, some conniving, but he'd managed to bring about a pair of talismans when he returned.&nbsp; The one worn as a ring would be for his defensive measures, countering, hopefully, most of the things this place could throw at him.&nbsp; To an extent, anyway.&nbsp; That ring was situated on his left ring finger as a simple silver band set with a bloodstone.<br><br>The offensive talisman was the torque around his throat, inscribed with numerous runes and set with chips of bloodstone.&nbsp; Granted, the bloodstone from both had been created recently from a bit of dark magic and a pair of people taken off the streets, but the power within them was prominent.&nbsp; He'd probably shortened his lifespan by a few years with the effort put forth into their crafting, but they were going to be needed and well-used in short order.<br><br>Samuel took his time in sending out his focus amongst the tents before heading to the one that housed Lasciel and her show.&nbsp; After all, he'd have to deal with any of those who'd bother her as well as those he'd need to eliminate in due time.&nbsp; His mind was fresh with the spells he'd memorized, his talismans were flushed with power, and he'd brought his full killing intent for this endeavor.&nbsp; Before he left this place, Samuel would leave with his new familiar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 23:42:15</strong>
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				Lasciel's performance was sandwiched between a 'butterfly summoner' act and the illusionist who handled the doppelgangers. The former was a pair of Asian twins, boy and girl, who delighted everyone with sending delicate pink and white butterflies in clouds, like almond blossoms, among the crowd. They wouldn't be so delighted if they knew the insects would feed on their dreams and return to feed something bigger and hidden with their loot, while the spectators would wake up the next morning with some shiny and warm memories irretrievably lost from the corners of their minds. The latter didn't seem to have noticed anything amiss - yet.<br><br>The lights dimmed after the butterflies and their handlers departed, the music changing to a deep electronic beat laced with tabla and sitar. There were a dozen dancers, sneaking out into the sawdust-covered circle from behind corners and up half-sunk corridors, but there was no missing Lasciel among them. Indian fire dances were Bollywood fodder, but none was like this.<br><br>She was wrapped in a red sari, more gossamer and glittery than anyone would dare carry in public, through which her curves were rather highlighted than hidden. The flickering flames in her palms, as well, were no stage trick; balefire was so close to her nature that it was almost comfortable. She spun and twirled, threading her way around the other dancers, her braids like lashes around her head, the beat of the music like a giant heart, in synch with the hearts of the audience, lust rising, thick and intoxicating, in the air.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 19:23:18</strong>
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				Samuel had gotten to catch the very end of the butterfly summoners act.&nbsp; A look around had him smirking as he saw the butterflies latching on to various people.&nbsp; He'd have to look into making a spell of something like that.&nbsp; Perhaps make something a bit more interesting than butterflies though.&nbsp; Probably fireflies.&nbsp; After all, everyone found fireflies fun.&nbsp; Have it trigger when someone squishes the firefly and tries to use their guts as skin decorations.<br><br>The few butterflies that came near him encountered the barrier triggered by his talisman, flaring into a burst of sparks as they were burned.&nbsp; The twins saw such an occurrence, but obviously didn't think it worth the effort to bother with a lone spellcaster.&nbsp; As the act left and the next came on, Samuel's entire attention was on such a thing.&nbsp; Her movements were amazing, and he could almost feel the pull through his barrier.&nbsp; Wardings were strong upon him, and even the emotional manipulation had been included.&nbsp; He would have been a fool not to, given her nature.<br><br>His gaze moved around the tent, noticing the people that were being ensnared by the lustful nature of her dance and magic.&nbsp; Beyond that, however, he was taking notice of those who were moving in the shadows.&nbsp; Those who served the Night Parade.&nbsp; A number of kobolds were moving around, making him wonder what the mundanes saw them as.&nbsp; A few of the 'upper echelon' of the entire gathering must have been here as well, keeping an eye on her.&nbsp; Was she already in trouble?&nbsp; Did her very nature and feeding habits make them keep a close eye on her?&nbsp; His hand came up to cup his chin, taking a few moments to begin the creation of a plan that would get them both out of here alive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 18:10:34</strong>
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				Whether the others, the muscle of the Parade, noticed the gifted spectator, it didn't matter much; Lasciel did. She could have pinpointed him in a bigger crowd of mere mortals than that. She smiled in his direction at her final bow, amid thundering applause, roars and wolf-whistles, then glided away, through the most conspicuous exit, unlike her entrance. If he wanted to go after her, she'd let him know where she was.<br><br>What she didn't expect was to bump into Norka, barely out of the tent. The troll didn't bother to stay to the end of her shows. He just turned up at the beginning, to make sure she had the crowd fast, and went about his business. This time he looked serious.<br><br>'Where's Sereven?' he rumbled, taking Lasciel by the arm and out of the way. 'It was last seen going away with you. You didn't dust it, did you? I had enough trouble holding back its handler as it is!'<br><br>'No, I didn't.' She had seen that coming. 'It wanted a bit of a party, and I gave it one to get rid of it. I assure you it survived the experience.' If Norka didn't know there were Lamiae among the Parade, Lasciel wasn't going to tell him. He could tell if she were lying, so she wouldn't, but that didn't mean she had to tell the whole truth, either.<br><br>Norka snorted. He knew only too well the effect that Lasciel's charm could have on other supernaturals. He'd fucked her himself, in all holes, when she'd come under his supervision, and despite the legendary trollish stamina, she had been almost too much. For a doppelganger, the experience could have been suicidal. 'You should stay away from the others,' he said gruffly. 'Good thing you've handed in your dues for the term already.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 22:31:35</strong>
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				Samuel moved easily enough to get around through the crowd and catch the end of what was happening between Lasciel and the troll.&nbsp; A quirked eyebrow as he regarded the pair.&nbsp; A troll eh?&nbsp; A quick mental summary of his prepared spells left him with few to deal with the terrible creature.&nbsp; Physically dominant and possessing some speedy regenerative abilities, the only things that brought true death to their kind were fire and acid.&nbsp; No acid spells were readied for the day, a few fire, but the talisman would help provide damage needed to bring it down and the fire spells would be enough to end it if needed.<br><br>Rather than immediately step in, though, and probably bring the entirety of the place down upon his head, Samuel merely waited nearby.&nbsp; Close enough to the departing crowds that his direct appearance would blend in with the others.&nbsp; And all the troll would be able to guess at was a spellcaster of some potency was within the grounds of the place, and just witnessed the shows that had been put on.&nbsp; However, Samuel knew that a few events would be occurring before the night was over.&nbsp; One such event would be the death of that creature, he was sure.&nbsp; Why else would he be manhandling Lasciel in such a fashion?<br><br>"Splendid show!" someone said to Samuel.&nbsp; "Absolutely wonderful.&nbsp; What did you think of it?"&nbsp; Samuel's eyes narrowed to slits as he looked at the man, but was nearly knocked back by what he'd seen.&nbsp; This man...what was he?&nbsp; Almost as soon as he went to move Samuel would feel a weapon pressed against his side, one blessed by prayer.&nbsp; "Don't move warlock," the man said with a smile as the crowd quickly swept them away.&nbsp; "We know you aren't part of the place but we also know you're not the nicest of people.&nbsp; So just come along and we'll have a little chat okay?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 13:00:03</strong>
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				Norka shuffled away after his warning. He wasn't bad, for his kind, reflected Lasciel. Now, where was that sorcerer off to?...<br><br>She pinpointed his magical pattern almost immediately, just off the main exit, and then it took her just a moment to pinpoint that of his unnamed companion. She hissed and took a step back. That man... had true faith. Not too much of it, but enough to make it uncomfortable for her kind to be around him.<br><br>But he was getting between her and potential unbinding. <em>If that Samuel can't deliver, I won't lift a finger to help him next time.</em><br><br>She gritted her teeth and advanced openly on them, doing her best to ignore the discomfort that the blessed weapon was causing her. 'Gentlemen, gentlemen,' she cooed, 'I'm flattered, but shouldn't you take the duelling outside?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 21:31:14</strong>
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				The hunter would look at her, continuing to press the blade against Samuel's side.&nbsp; "Spawn of the Devil," he spat with a bright smile.&nbsp; "You and your kind display yourselves as a sinful act.&nbsp; Well, such things will end soon.&nbsp; But have no fear, harlot.&nbsp; I'm merely taking my friend here to have a conversation with him.&nbsp; We need him."&nbsp; Samuel, though, was looking far from pleased.&nbsp; The blessed weapon would cleave through his protective spells like they were naught more than paper.&nbsp; However, perhaps if he...did something instead.<br><br>A quick step into the man while bringing his hand down upon his wrist would allow Samuel to push him away, into the crowd, while stepping away from him.&nbsp; "Hunters," Samuel said with a smirk.&nbsp; "Always a damned hunter when I don't need one around.&nbsp; If you wish to broker a deal, friend, do so in a more polite manner."&nbsp; The hunter hadn't dropped his weapon, of course, but he had to quickly put it aside for fear of it being seen.&nbsp; Otherwise HE would be the inappropriate one and not the warlock and his slut demon.<br><br>"We're going to cleanse this place," the hunter said, rubbing his wrist.&nbsp; "Free the poor mortals from all the evil within this place.&nbsp; Given your appearance and the stench that surrounds you, we figured we could use your assistance.&nbsp; However I see the harlot is your companion."&nbsp; The hunter paused, contemplated, then spoke again.&nbsp; "We will...offer a deal.&nbsp; We won't strike at your slut demon there if you can assist us in our endeavors in the rest of this place."<br><br>Samuel found it amusing the hunter kept referring to Lasciel in such a fashion.&nbsp; "Allow me to reconvene with my associate," Samuel said in that smooth, rumbling voice of his.&nbsp; "While I'm sure she dislikes the titles you confer upon her, this may be something we can use to our mutual advantage.&nbsp; Where may I meet you later?"&nbsp; The hunter would gesture through the entrance of the Night Parade, towards a copse of trees.&nbsp; "Out there tonight."&nbsp; And the hunter was walking away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 23:50:28</strong>
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				'You say slut like it's a bad thing,' smirked Lasciel at the retreating hunter. His venomous glance was almost satisfying enough, but beneath it all, she was troubled. She had no clue how much resistance she would meet, if she wanted to leave the Parade for another assignment. Once free, of course, there would be nothing for them to do about it, but until then...<br><br>She shook her head and looked straight at Samuel. 'Is this why you needed a familiar?' she asked. 'You seem to keep bad company aplenty yourself.' She hadn't changed out of her sari, so there was very little obstructing her charm, both physical and supernatural, and she was very close. 'So, since we seem to be associates, what is there to get out of the situation?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 02:29:21</strong>
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				Samuel flicked his wrists, rotating them and working the kinks out of his fingers.&nbsp; The proximity of that blessed blade was downright annoying, but thankfully it was now gone.&nbsp; "That's not why I need a familiar," Samuel said.&nbsp; "However, that is not the company I normally keep.&nbsp; They're just the ones that seem to get my attention easily due to their unique perspective.&nbsp; The whole black and white thing has never done it for me.&nbsp; Everything's gray.&nbsp; I just happen to be a very dark shade of gray."&nbsp; He turned his gaze to her, his eyes roaming down along her barely-concealed figure.&nbsp; Lust wafted from him like a perfume, staining the air around them.<br><br>"You'll get your freedom from this place," Samuel said.&nbsp; "You won't have to bend to their whims whenever they so demand it.&nbsp; Obviously that you're here means someone controls you.&nbsp; I don't wish to control you.&nbsp; I need a partner.&nbsp; Someone that can assist me and I can assist them.&nbsp; A give and take, not just mere control."&nbsp; A shrug of the shoulders as he'd look around quickly, furtive glances to see if anyone out of the norm was watching their conversation.&nbsp; "I'm sure you can think of a few things you'd like to do with the backing of a warlock such as myself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 15:09:20</strong>
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				Lasciel crossed her arms over her chest slowly, digesting Samuel's words. Even that movement, naturally, only enhanced her already prominent cleavage.<br><br>'Given enough time away from their weapons, hunters are particularly easy to seduce, or even corrupt,' she said. 'So repressed, and always on the defensive. As for the rest...' She hesitated, wondering if it was time to start negotiating.<br><br>'I'm not bound to the Night Parade,' she said eventually, 'although I suppose I'm an asset they wouldn't want to lose. I'm bound to this plane. Long ago, you wouldn't believe me if I said just how long, I was imprisoned into an amulet. <em>Those</em> were the times of warlocks with real power, I tell you... But he's dead, and the amulet destroyed, without unbinding me properly. I can't leave this plane of existence or even have contact with my kind beyond it.' Her lips quivered there; despite the long years, she still couldn't be cold and insensitive about her plight.<br><br>'Since I can't replenish my power properly, I need to feed on human souls,' she continued, as composed as possible. 'At least one on each moon-tide, waxing and waning. The Night Parade took me in because among them I can hide how many people go missing and are never seen again, since we're always moving... I pay in more souls for my keep. Are you willing to take over, and deal with the disappearances yourself? Not to mention - are you able to release me? Because if you're not, I might as well stay here until I find someone who can. I don't do charity, wizard. Only deals.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 02:13:38</strong>
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				Samuel listened easily, taking in everything she was saying and digesting it as well.&nbsp; "Well," Samuel said.&nbsp; "I'd imagine getting to the crux of the matter is your freedom in exchange for service.&nbsp; You need to have the binding undone properly.&nbsp; I can imagine a few ways of doing this.&nbsp; The first would be a way of recreating the amulet itself.&nbsp; Not an easy feat I imagine, but it's an option.&nbsp; Given it's the physical representation of the spell that bound you, I would have to do a lot of research to get it done properly.&nbsp; Or contact the spirit of the warlock who bound you.&nbsp; Not an easy task, but one that's doable."<br><br>A pause before he continued.&nbsp; "I think the most feasible way will be to analyze you and attempt to work the unbinding beginning with you.&nbsp; I'm adept at analyzing spells of all sorts and adapting to them as needed.&nbsp; Ultimately the spell will still be resonating within you, and must be undone carefully.&nbsp; Am I capable of doing it?&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; Will it take time?&nbsp; Absolutely.&nbsp; I can't guarantee you how much time.&nbsp; However, if you could take me to where the binding was originally done, I may be able to get an echo of it.&nbsp; Or the name of the spellcaster and do some research into his work."<br><br>Samuel's eyes fell to where her cleavage was pushed up, the sight of her something to truly take his breath away.&nbsp; He couldn't help it, he was distracted by the sight of her, the thought of her.&nbsp; She seemed to bleed sensuality into the air, and it had a distinct effect upon him.&nbsp; "I will take the problems upon myself.&nbsp; The question is can you serve?&nbsp; You'll be my familiar, my partner.&nbsp; An assistant in spells and artifice.&nbsp; We need to work out the terms for the partnership."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 16:44:13</strong>
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				Of course, she couldn't help noticing which way his eyes kept shifting, and she fought back a little gleeful smirk. <em>Nobody is immune. No matter how much power they profess to have. Nobody.</em><br><br>Aloud, she said only, 'I can understand time. I've had all too much of it already. And, with some study, I can find the place where the Tower of High Sorcery used to stand, and take you there. It was a place of great power; I would not be at all surprised if the resonance is still there.'<br><br>She uncrossed her arms and ran one hand up to his shoulder. 'Assisting you in return for the unbinding is a fair bargain. I can even feed on those you designate to me, if you take on to cover up for me... And once I'm properly released, the debt will be paid and I will depart to my realm. Are these acceptable terms?' she added with a little knowing smile. 'Or should there be some kind of ritual commitment as well?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 05:07:06</strong>
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				There were legends of such places, where magic was at its zenith.&nbsp; It wouldn't surprise him if a ghost of the place still existed, even in today's age of disbelief of magic.&nbsp; "I would enjoy seeing that place greatly," he began.&nbsp; Of course, he addressed that instead of the touch she'd given him.&nbsp; It was a sensual one, she was a sensual creature, and even a simple touch like that had him shivering despite himself.&nbsp; His eyes fell upon hers, and it was sheer willpower that prevented him from seeking the sights just a few inches further south of her body.<br><br>"Once you are properly released from my service," Samuel said.&nbsp; "I do not want you released from this binding and consider it the proper release.&nbsp; The agreement will be I obtain your services as familiar and companion until such a time as I agree to release you.&nbsp; This time of release will be given a mortal timeframe as well.&nbsp; A term of service of some...."&nbsp; He paused, his eyes flicking upwards as he quickly calculated the time he would have.&nbsp; "Eighty years.&nbsp; At such a time, you will be released from your service.&nbsp; My early death will not change the term of service, either.&nbsp; If I die early, you will still be bound to my mortal remains until the years are completed."&nbsp; The last little bit had to be stated for fear of her attempting to kill him early.&nbsp; It had been done in the past to other magi with other familiars.<br><br>"As far as a ritual commitment."&nbsp; His gaze finally dropped along the length of her body, the supple figure, the well-formed breasts.&nbsp; A sinfully seductive creature, to say the least.&nbsp; "I believe such a thing will be appropriate.&nbsp; A binding of blood, flesh, and magic."&nbsp; A pause, a slight smile on his face.&nbsp; "And other fluids I would imagine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 11:57:23</strong>
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				'Eighty years?' Lasciel canted her head to the side, considering the terms. It didn't hurt that the move underlined the perfect curve of her neck. Then she smiled, a tad wickedly.<br><br>'Eighty is a good number. I hope you're good at life-extending magics, or such a deal could make for a few very uncomfortable years.' She leaned closer, her upturned gaze almost alien. 'Because it would not be just the mortal coil that would be bound here with me, you know...' She snickered, then went on. 'Of course, nothing is stopping you or me trying to break the agreement. <em>That</em> would be an interesting trial of strength as well, wouldn't it?'<br><br>His eyes were dilating and his breath growing faster, she could see that even in the shadows, and she drew back a little, to allow him to think again. It wasn't the right moment to overwhelm him. 'Should I change before we deal with your hunter and go ahead to seal our deal? Or were you planning to sneak past him all the while?'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 05:22:24</strong>
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				Samuel laughed.&nbsp; "I'm adept enough," he simply said.&nbsp; Unlike many practitioners of the darker arts, he didn't brag.&nbsp; Didn't act upon bravado.&nbsp; Merely did what he did and moved on.&nbsp; "I'll deal with him alone, I don't wish to see his reactions with you around," he continued.&nbsp; "It'll be difficult enough with simply myself there.&nbsp; His holy words and the like will certainly feel less than pleasant.&nbsp; Not to mention all of my wards will be for naught against it.&nbsp; I'm skilled, but the blessed spells and weapons they employ bypass most of my works with little effort."<br><br>The look down at her angled neck, his hand reached up to run along the column of her neck.&nbsp; "As far as attempting to break the contract, that will be more on you than myself.&nbsp; I'm a lawful individual for the most part, and I abide by the rules that magic possesses.&nbsp; So if you wish to do so then by all means."&nbsp; The stroking along her neck never stopped, even as he let his fingers move up into the hair at the back of her skull, kneading as tenderly as a newborn kitten.&nbsp; "However, I'm quite vicious and the test of wills would be quite a sight."<br><br>His gaze fell down along her body, sighing softly as he took in the sight of her.&nbsp; His desire was palpable, a thing that scented the air for her, surely.&nbsp; "Do as you wish, change or not.&nbsp; I do desire you, to lie and try to say otherwise would be foolish.&nbsp; So you lead the way.&nbsp; My wards are prepared to deal with the consequences of whatever may come."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 11:20:59</strong>
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				Lasciel half-closed her eyes under the petting, her nostrils flaring slightly. She hadn't had a powerful human so worked up with desire in a long time, and the sensation was fairly intoxicating. Mundanes simply couldn't rake up enough emotion. Oh, Samuel would make for great feeding, during those years.<br><br>'I keep to the laws of my kind,' she purred, 'which perhaps aren't very lawful by your standards... But that will only add to the excitement, won't it? As for vicious - it all depends on one's definition of vice, doesn't it?' She chuckled and leaned in, as if to kiss him, but her lips barely brushed against his jaw.<br><br>'I'll stay as I am, then... and even maintain my human glamour. What would you have me do while you deal with your hunter?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 20:03:30</strong>
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				It would be so easy to must allow himself to give in around her.&nbsp; She had that type of charm, beauty, that could distract him almost at a whim.&nbsp; But he'd buckle down, his eyes closing as he let his hand drop down from her neck to her shoulder, kneading it gently.&nbsp; "Intelligence gathering.&nbsp; I'll have to know who it is I need to lash out at to free you.&nbsp; Any type of guards he may have.&nbsp; Any spells that may be laying around to trigger upon such an attack.&nbsp; I don't want to go after this individual half-cocked and end up unprepared."<br><br>His eyes would open slowly, and everything was just a touch hazy it seemed.&nbsp; "I'll use the hunters as a distraction.&nbsp; That'll allow me to move into the grounds nigh-invisible.&nbsp; Perhaps even distract the one you currently call jailor.&nbsp; If he's in the thick of a disturbance, it'll be all the easier to strike at him."&nbsp; He'd pull his hand away slowly, reluctant to let the touch escape.&nbsp; "That will be our plan.&nbsp; Utilize a diversion to strike at him, obtain the item needed, and depart."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 12:24:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Hold your guns, cowboy,' chuckled Lasciel. 'I told you I'm not indentured here. They have nothing to tie me to the Parade... They might not like it that I'm pulling out, but unless someone does balk, you have no reason to strike. You don't want to have the entire show on your heels now, do you? I mean, I don't even know all the sorts we have around myself...'<br><br>She was lightly caressing down his arm while she spoke, at the end breaking the contact and its spell. 'Norka the troll is my liaison. I'll go let him know. If something goes wrong...' She bit her bottom lip, hard enough to break it and let a bead of blood well out, then leaned in and kissed him lightly on the mouth. The coppery taste of the blood was almost overwhelming, tiny as the quantity was. 'There. An instant link for you. So that you know if you need to bring in the cavalry.' She smirked and sashayed away, the folds of her sari waving half-goodbye and half-follow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 22:59:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ah, well then.&nbsp; He licked his lips, taking in the last of the blood.&nbsp; That instant connection was there, like a string attaching the two of them.&nbsp; Blood was powerful in any and all magic.&nbsp; Samuel was still planning on utilizing the faithful against the Night Parade, though.&nbsp; What better way to possibly gain access to some items in the Night Parade than to have them distracted so he could obtain them?&nbsp; A look of longing was cast behind her before he would turn and make his way from the Night Parade.&nbsp; His gaze fell upon the supernatural beings that existed here, and what he could utilize them for.&nbsp; Perhaps he should capture a few.<br><br>Samuel was going to depart from the grounds for the time being, but stay close at hand.&nbsp; He'd have to speak with the hunters later in the night.&nbsp; Also, he wanted to be close at hand in case Lasciel needed his assistance.&nbsp; A quick mental review of the spells he had prepared in a case of confrontation, the spells in the wardings for both offense and protection, and he was nearly ready for anything.&nbsp; While the hunters' prayers could strike through his protections, if he was forced to strike, he had ways of getting around their own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 15:06:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Lasciel had predicted, Norka had nothing against her leaving. She had paid her way for the moon term, as he had said, and as there had never been any kind of formal contract, apart from the soul tithing, there was nothing he, or his superiors, could do. Well, the superiors could track her down and try to bring her back by force, but Norka wasn't going to take a step down that road; trolls had been the thralls of other supernaturals for too long.<br><br>She took nothing with her; all her costumes were more thought made manifest than material. The red sari would hold for a while away from the Night Parade, but eventually it would disintegrate. It would be Samuel's task now to provide her with anything material she might need.<br><br>Close to the exit, she crossed paths with the illusionist, whose sour expression showed he had missed Sereven eventually. He shot her a venomous glance and snarled, 'I'm not done with you yet,' so gruffly that Lasciel thought for a moment she would have to strike him as well. But he didn't try anything, and she walked out into the night unmolested, if not undisturbed. Between the hostility behind her and the hunters she could feel still lurking in the grove just across the road, she would rather be gone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 04:52:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once beyond the grounds of the Night Parade, Samuel could feel her more distinctly.&nbsp; A thought was sent in her direction, not so much a summons as a guiding direction.&nbsp; Meanwhile, he'd found his way back to the place he called homde.&nbsp; A secure building settled upon nearly ten acres of land, Samuel had enspelled the place himself.&nbsp; His blood was in the stones that made up the building, and the building's structure was a giant glyph in and of itself.&nbsp; Here, Samuel felt at peace.&nbsp; Everything was as it should be.<br><br>Knowing she could probably appear quite quickly, Samuel would be sitting on his porch in a swing.&nbsp; The swing was crafted of wood, sturdy oak that he had made himself some years ago.&nbsp; Looking out over the property, he was doing nothing more than waiting.&nbsp; Allowing himself the rest he'd need to go about tonight's festivities.&nbsp; The smile curving his lips was not something that most people would find pleasant, though.&nbsp; After all, what happened tonight would fuel his magic for years to come.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 12:04:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The trail was clear and Lasciel followed it without as much as a thought towards the people she crossed paths with. Some whistled after her, some threw insults her way, most simply gaped and gawked, but nobody was indifferent. It simply was not possible. A creature like herself on the loose was bound to get noticed, and not just for her barely-there clothing.<br><br>Noting only the odd supernatural along the way - the hunters behind her, growing fainter with the distance; a werefox cub in animal form that eyed her warily before slinking away; a young witch just returning from ritual, all psyched up and vibrant, that would have made a delicious morsel on another occasion - Lasciel reached the edge of Samuel's circle of wards. It would feel like the Berlin Wall to others, but for her there was a big gate made of pure thought, readily admitting. <br><br>Smiling to herself, she went on, her bare feet silent on the gravel path, until the house itself came into view, and the lone figure on the porch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 05:12:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samuel could sense her the moment she crossed into his domain.&nbsp; She moved like the sensual creature she was, and almost immediately his arousal was upon him.&nbsp; He wondered if all creatures responded to her in this fashion, and his was only more potent due to the bond they were developing.&nbsp; He continued to sit in his swing, though, which had enough room to seat three people if needed.&nbsp; He sat in the middle, a few books around him.&nbsp; Nothing outright in its evil nature, merely books on history and magical theory.<br><br>His possessions were still upon him, the protections and the potential offensive spells if needed.&nbsp; Until they worked out something, and the bond was complete, he was still vulnerable to her abilities.&nbsp; If the bonding was complete, he'd be more resistant if not outright immune to some of her charms.&nbsp; He had no doubt she still held her own secrets, just as he did.&nbsp; However, that was to be worried about more in the future than right now.<br><br>So he patiently waited for her to come to him.&nbsp; To approach in the appropriate manner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 11:25:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mundanes would have found the walk through the mostly wooded property a rather unsettling experience. The power slowly imbuing the place could not be hidden - not necessarily evil in the traditional sense, but certainly amoral and self-centred. Then again, Lasciel reflected with a little smile, she was not really evil herself, only misunderstood.<br><br>She sauntered up the steps to the porch and glided towards Samuel, her red veils trailing behind her. Coming between him and the closest light, her figure through the silk was once more outlined to stunning effect, all the more for being within reach now.<br><br>'You certainly have invested power here,' she said softly, making no move to sit. 'What would you have now?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 01:58:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Consummation," Samuel said simply.&nbsp; "We've shared blood.&nbsp; It's time to share flesh and power."&nbsp; Here, within his home, within wards he'd spent years crafting, a land that was imbued with his power bit by bit, he felt comfortable.&nbsp; So he allowed the checks and balances that he had in place within himself to fall, to let her see exactly what type of warlock she'd be dealing with.&nbsp; Power rippled out of him like a tidal wave, the countless sacrifices he's made, the dark powers he's trafficked with, giving him a strength that was well beyond most mortal ken.<br><br>"I felt it'd be best if I showed you what I possess here, within the safety of my wards.&nbsp; I've released my power before amongst the mundanes, and let them get a sense of what I am.&nbsp; It's always interesting."&nbsp; Samuel smiled, making no gesture to move.&nbsp; "Children cry.&nbsp; Adults start to shake.&nbsp; It's an enjoyment.&nbsp; I may not be able to feed upon emotions like you can, but it's always nice to feel that fear."&nbsp; Samuel made a come hither gesture, a beckoning with his hand.<br><br>"What say you, Lasciel?" Samuel asked.&nbsp; "Am I more worthy now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 12:48:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lasciel almost purred as he let the full nature of his power wash over her. She had not felt such for centuries. It was almost to the level of the battle sorcerer who had managed to shackle her first. Even in her indentured state, that collaboration had been a pleasure, quite literally. With her help, Samuel could rise to the right level, and when she found the location of the old tower... Yes, it was going to be a very advantageous collaboration.<br><br>'Fear is an acquired taste, one I have never developed,' she said. 'Lust can work as effectively, and is so much more fun to see them fight it and fail.' She moved closer, within his reach, their bodies almost touching - not quite, but enough for her heat to radiate over to him. She hovered there for a long, tantalising moment before reaching out, cupping his cheek in one hand and pulling him closer, for her lips to seal his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 02:43:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rather than let her coax him up to her lips, it would be him pulling her into his lap.&nbsp; A hand moved to her waist, the other lifting to reach into her hair.&nbsp; It would be best to show her that while they would be equals, one of them was the more powerful.&nbsp; She needed him far more than he needed her.&nbsp; The smile on his lips was devilish, his eyes lit with power and lust.&nbsp; He'd try to pull her into his lap if she didn't resist overly much, but even still he'd give her the kiss she so desired.<br><br>His lips against hers let the energies dancing within him skirt over her lips, dance along her tongue as his tongue coaxed her mouth.&nbsp; For a man as dark as he, the things of lust and passion were not forgotten.&nbsp; The kiss was slow, a full tasting of her by him, teasing little nips and licks as he tried to get her into his lap where he wanted her.&nbsp; Wanted to feel the sensation of her body against his completely, the coupling of her dark power with his own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 01:24:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lasciel didn't offer the least resistance. Why would she? This was what she was there for, to revel in the sharing of lust and power with someone so close to her nature that she hadn't met for centuries.<br><br>She straddled Samuel lightly, kneeling on either side of his hips, the pleats of her veils opening, revealing her thighs, bare to the hip. And as she pressed against him, it was obvious that vision was not deceptive: there was nothing between him and that expanse of intoxicatingly scented skin but those flimsy silks.<br><br>Her arms went slowly around his neck as she deepened the kiss, returning every teasing turn of lips, tongue and teeth with one of her own, her hips grinding against his, inviting to his rising, throbbing arousal. She didn't try to say anything more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 06:26:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His arousal was a palpable thing as it flowed off of his very skin at the way she matched against him.&nbsp; His hands would slide down to her thighs, slipping beneath the scarves if they could to touch bare skin.&nbsp; Lasciel was as soft as he'd thought she'd be.&nbsp; The perfect creature of lust and hedonism, he was sure.&nbsp; His mouth fell away from hers for a moment, letting his gaze fall down the body that was pressing up against him.&nbsp; The throbbing between his legs was going to need attention and soon if he wasn't to start suffering more than was needed.<br><br>Hands moved up her thighs slowly, forcing the veils to fall off as he did so.&nbsp; This wasn't something to be done with either of them wearing clothes.&nbsp; He merely wanted to see her naked before he got naked himself.&nbsp; Those rough, worn hands of his moved up along her body, to her hips, up along her sides, pausing to stroke along the sides of her breasts.&nbsp; Samuel's eyes were upon hers, watching her reactions, seeing in which of these movements she took the most pleasure.&nbsp; Eyes burning with inner flames, lust and power prominent among them, his hands completely cupped her breasts and began to knead them with deft strokes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 11:12:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With only a momentary resistance, as the single hidden loop that fastened the length of silk at her side gave way, the red sari slid off Lasciel's body into a pile before the swing, unnoticed. There was more warm, smooth, dusky skin beneath than most men would know what to do with, and no shame about displaying it at all.<br><br>She all but purred when Samuel's hands cupped her breasts and started kneading them. They seemed to fit perfectly in his grasp, stiff nipples rubbing into his palms. In response, her hips went grinding against him harder, the fabric of his straining pants acting itself as extra stimulation. 'I think you're overdressed,' she suggested in the soft, husky tone that made anyone want to go after her. 'Need help?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 13:29:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samuel merely inclined his head, tongue licking his lips.&nbsp; "If you would be so kind," he said in that low, resonant voice.&nbsp; Power rippled through him, his eyes quickly closing as he allowed his sense of touch to take over.&nbsp; His lips would find hers once more, slowly teasing her lips with his.&nbsp; Tongue came out to trace the outline of her lips before sucking one of her lips between his.&nbsp; Teeth nipped at her lip before he returned to the kiss, hoping a bit of blood between them would spice it up.<br><br>Hands roamed freely over her, moving from her breasts down along her ribs to her hips, stroking her gently.&nbsp; One hand continued further down along her body, dipping between her thighs to start toying with her slit.&nbsp; The other hand returned to a breast, palming it and rubbing that hard nipple with a slow, steady stroke.&nbsp; Coaxing her to do more with him, to take him out of his clothing, to take more from him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 22:11:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her skin shivered in response to his caresses, warm, vibrant, more than humanly alive. This was what she existed for, what she thrived on. The lust of those who could match her own. The blood he tasted now was sweeter, somehow more concentrated... more intoxicating.<br><br>She shifted back a little, towards his knees, and spread her legs wider, giving him more room to play with her folds. Her hands slid up his arms, scratching lightly over his shirt, before they reached his collar and started undoing button after button. Bare skin. It had to be bare skin.<br><br>By the time the shirt was hanging loose over him, the teasing had her slit engorged and dripping wet and her nipples dark and hard like cherries. She exchanged another heated glance with him and then leaned in to drag her tongue up his chest to his throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 04:26:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He'd help her get the shirt off of him completely, absolutely loving the fact that she was so wet and willing for him.&nbsp; Her body was far warmer than any human's he'd been with.&nbsp; His eyes were narrowed, pupils dilated with the lust-driven state he was in.&nbsp; While he wanted to speak, he felt it would ruin the moment.&nbsp; So instead, he'd fling the shirt off before allowing his hands to roam over her once more.&nbsp; The feel of her skin was something to luxuriate in, possess.<br><br>His laugh was low, masculine, possessive as his hands slid along her back and down to her ass.&nbsp; He gripped her firmly within his hands and brought her grinding even harder against him.&nbsp; Who didn't like a bit of pain in their coupling?&nbsp; His mouth would be open and a moan issued while she licked along his chest and throat.&nbsp; That was something to enjoy in.&nbsp; Of course, the moment he could, he lowered his mouth to her own neck and bit her there none-too-gently, leaving behind an imprint of his teeth even as he growled against her flesh.&nbsp; Couldn't make it simple on her, in doing all of this to one another.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 10:46:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Where did that shirt get tossed off to? Lasciel didn't care. Samuel should be grateful she didn't just rip it off him. She suspected that neither of them would wear too much around the other; good thing that their association had no dress code.<br><br>The sound that came out of her lips at the nip was between a purr and a growl. So he liked it rough, did he? That would work a charm. She ran her nails down his sides in retaliation, hard enough to be exactly halfway between tingling and pain, and slipped backwards, off his lap, to land onto her knees before him. A knowing smile from behind her swinging braids was all the break she gave him before reaching up to free him of his pants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 04:28:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That sinful mouth of hers was going to make him go insane, he was sure.&nbsp; Freed of his pants, his cock stood up, hard and throbbing.&nbsp; It was no surprise that there was something to her touch, her movements.&nbsp; Everything was so practiced to his eye, yet it seemed so natural.&nbsp; When she had him in her hand he let out a long, low sigh.&nbsp; Everything was about as perfect as he could hope it would be.&nbsp; She was the feminine guile he'd need for his endeavors.&nbsp; The subtlety that he usually lacked.<br><br>One hand rested at his side, the other would move out to stroke along her hair slowly, almost tenderly.&nbsp; Until he could get a firm grip on her hair and yank her hair back a bit, just enough to startle and blur that line between pain and pleasure.&nbsp; "C'mon Lasciel," he crooned in a singsong voice, power rippling out at his words.&nbsp; "Don't tease me, darling.&nbsp; You and I both won't like it that much.&nbsp; For the sharing of flesh, it has to be complete."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 10:15:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She winced for a moment, when his fingers tugged on a braid the wrong way, and let her head tilt a little to the side. It was only a moment, though, and the eyes she raised to his once more were smouldering with the kind of lust that a human, however powerful, can't quite sate.<br><br>'Darling?' she purred. 'Are you getting affectionate already? That will never do... but I trust neither will be disappointed,' she added, trailing her fingertips up the underside of his shaft, tracing the little throbbing veins. She was sure he had never been that hard in his life, and she meant to enjoy it.<br><br>Before he had time to answer as much as a word, she leaned in, caught the head between her lips and sucked, like on a straw. She didn't stop until his entire length was sheathed in her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, her free hand cupping his balls at the same time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 10:23:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sucked in a sharp breath the moment he slid into her hot, wet mouth.&nbsp; It was no surprise to him that she could make him see stars in but a moment's notice, and he had little preparation before such an event happened.&nbsp; His chuckle was low, trying to distance himself from what was happening, hand in her hair moving slowly to stroke through it.&nbsp; Samuel leaned forward so that the hand on the swing could move down to cup her breast, playing with it almost absently.<br><br>"Pardon my use of endearment," was said with a laugh.&nbsp; "Proper upbringing while around women.&nbsp; I'll do best to keep in mind you dislike it."&nbsp; His body was quickly turning against him, desiring to do little more than stand and fuck her face as hard and fast as he could.&nbsp; However that wouldn't go about performing the consummation between them.&nbsp; It had to be him in her, it had to be that ultimate combination at a time when such a thing was possible.<br><br>Orgasm.&nbsp; However, if she wished to extend it by starting him off this way then he had no problems with it.&nbsp; His breath caught for a moment, a low growl escaping him, his fingers moving down to a nipple, tugging on it sharply between his fingers.&nbsp; "Suck my cock just like that," he hissed through his teeth.&nbsp; "Make my sight go dark from pleasure."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 11:14:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lasciel didn't bother to word a reply. They were practically beyond words now. The power was rising, and all she wanted was to fuck him hard and absorb it, get her fill eventually, and be as much as she could be in the world she had been stranded on.<br><br>Her throat contracted at the sharp tweak on her nipple, and she felt his cock twitch in response. Then she picked up the pace, flicking her tongue over his length even as she bobbed her head with enough force to set the swing shuddering, if not moving.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 14:51:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With the swing moving, it took a lot of effort to not push the pace and try to shove himself as far down her throat as he could.&nbsp; His head dropped back, mouth open and eyes closed, lost in the sensations of her mouth.&nbsp; Power rippled around them like a heat shimmer, thankfully contained by the wards of the land.&nbsp; His hand moved to cup the breast he'd been playing with, moving it around within the palm of his hand.<br><br>His hand in her hair, playing with it, petting, he'd finally turn his head down to look at her.&nbsp; Watching her do what she was doing to him.&nbsp; "I need to be inside of you," he said bluntly.&nbsp; "I want to feel the hot, tight confines of your body.&nbsp; Climb up here, Lasciel.&nbsp; Unless you'd rather be sitting on the railing of the porch."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 15:37:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked up into his eyes; it was always gratifying when they wanted to watch what exactly she was doing to them. Smiling within, she let his shaft out of her mouth slowly, with a soft popping sound at the end, a little trail of saliva still glistening around the head. Then she pushed herself upright, bracing herself on his knees, and straddled his lap again.<br><br>This time, though, she stayed upright, her swollen folds rubbing over his cock to shivering effect. And then she pushed her knees apart and lowered herself on him, sheathing the throbbing hardness inside her in a single long, fluid movement.<br><br>She was tighter than a creature of pure lust had the right to be; as tight as any mortal virgin had ever been, her walls wrapping snugly around him as if tailored to fit him. She gripped the back of the swing on either side of his shoulders and rolled her hips in a slow circle, grinding her pelvis against his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 02:15:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Planting his feet firmly, Samuel would move the swing in time with her movements on him.&nbsp; His body moved, shoulders resting firmly against the top of the back of the swing, arms thrown out along it.&nbsp; He just wanted to feel her on his body, sliding up and down along his shaft.&nbsp; The sensation of her pussy sliding up and down him, so tight around him, was something that he could easily fall in love with.&nbsp; His head rolled back, eyes closed as he lost himself in the sensations.<br><br>His hips moved lightly against hers, just enough to push up as she came down on him.&nbsp; The feeling of her breasts against his chest, nipples rubbing against the slightly hairy expanse of his chest.&nbsp; "I can see why men would sell their souls for actions such as this.&nbsp; Especially from you, Lasciel.&nbsp; What a way for a man to die."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 16:55:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				'They don't sell their souls,' whispered Lasciel, leaning in a bit against him, the shifting angle cranking the pleasure up another notch. 'They give them away... and whether they die in the end, it makes no difference.'<br><br>Her hips pressed more tightly against his, working him deeper into her with a long moan of sheer pleasure. Then she let go of the back of the swing and ran her fingers along his arms, up and down, and around his ribs, before cupping her breasts and pushing them up to rub more against his chest. 'But you are not going to die, Samuel... Am I all you hoped for?'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 01:00:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The movements upon him, increasing the pleasure between the two of them, was enough to have his eyes opening and looking down along the length of his body.&nbsp; Or rather, down along as much of his body as he could given how close she was to him.&nbsp; The lazy smile upon his lips revealed just how much he was enjoying this, and in the back of his mind...thankful that he'd bargained that this be on his terms, in his place of power.<br><br>"Everything and more," he said with a bit of a breathy sigh.&nbsp; This is why people became addicted to creatures such as she.&nbsp; They were masters of giving pleasure, and she was definitely amongst the top echelon of such.&nbsp; His hands gripped the back of the swing tightly, his planted feet pushing it back and forth in a languid motion.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 11:12:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The lazy movement of the swing was working wonders. Lasciel matched it with the rolling of her hips, back and forth, side to side, her insides pulsing around Samuel's shaft, raising the pleasure more and more, slowly. At this rate, they could be going on all night.<br><br>His response to her question made her smile and lean in to run a line of light kisses and nibbles along his jaw. He was bonding with her, as he inevitably would. For all his sorcerous power, he was a man to the core. One did not conjure up such power without signing away some of their own in return.<br><br>'Not too much for you to handle, I hope,' she whispered, her lips a fraction away from his. 'There's still so much pleasure to share...'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 10:01:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A grunt would escape him at first.&nbsp; The movement of her hips upon him, taking him at different angles was something that he hadn't felt before.&nbsp; The whores and prostitutes he'd fucked, and then of course butchered, hadn't been able to work their bodies like this one could.&nbsp; The smile on his face was dark, but thoroughly displaying the lust he possessed at the moment.<br><br>"I can go far longer than most men you've encountered," Samuel responded.&nbsp; His hands gripped the swing tightly as she worked herself up and down his shaft.&nbsp; "Why don't you really get to work with me here, Lasciel.&nbsp; Try not to keep yourself so distant.&nbsp; Or you going to tell me what gets you off?"&nbsp; Samuel's eyes would close, allowing the dark core within him to pulse with power.<br><br>Samuel channeled the dark power through himself and let it flow into her through the tip of him.&nbsp; Rather than release into her like he possibly could from her erotic touches, he instead let raw, dark power flow into her via the flesh he had within her.&nbsp; This was a two-way street, however, and had his own body reacting almost immediately.&nbsp; His eyes opened enough to look at her, watching, waiting to see her response.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 12:02:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'We can't have distance between us if you're going to get <em>familiar</em> with me, can we?' Lasciel smiled, her lips very close to his. Of course he had to get her off to tap fully into her power. She hadn't had that fully for centuries, but this man could do it, and she found herself clenching with anticipation at the thought alone.<br><br>She was about to say something more when the wave of power hit her, and only a ragged moan escaped her throat. She felt him grow and twitch even more inside her and her hips slammed down again, almost violently, as her back arched away from him and her head dropped back. 'Oh yes,' she gasped, 'don't stop!'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 04:30:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally his hands would move from the back of the swing down to grip her hips.&nbsp; While the power radiated out of him and into her, he'd begin to use his hands on her hips to help move her upon his length.&nbsp; Harder, faster, the cool air in the area helping keep him calm enough to last a few moments longer.&nbsp; Sweat beading on his forehead, his eyes opening so he could watch her, any movements of her body being taken in with delighted glee.<br><br>It wouldn't be long, though, before the interactions of their bodies would drive him up and over the edge that was there.&nbsp; He'd thrust up as he pulled her down on to him as hard as he could, relishing in the bit of pain that was evoked as it happened.&nbsp; His body released into hers, stream after stream of his seed being released in a small torrent within her.&nbsp; It had been a long time since he'd found release, and to find it with her was decadently pleasurable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 11:51:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally, that was it. Lasciel, like all her kind, was a creature of lust and selfishness, for whom no amount of pleasure would ever be too much. Robbed of her full potential, she had had to make do for too long with just enough to be fed, not sated. Until now.<br><br>Samuel's frenzied thrusting was just what she needed. She rode him with abandon, her skin gleaming with sweat, a single bead trickling down between her bouncing breasts, her moans rising to cries of pleasure urging him on, until his explosion triggered her own, her walls clamping down on him to wring him dry.<br><br>If Samuel expected the communion of power that such an orgasm would create to feel like fireworks, he would be disappointed. It was more insidious than that, and it would take some subsiding to feel - the tingle under the skin, all over, that would never go away as long as Lasciel was close by.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 00:08:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The aftermath of the shared orgasm was enough for him.&nbsp; While he'd been hoping for a bit more than just the tingling, he was content with that for the time being.&nbsp; Looking down at that bead of sweat rolling between her heaving breasts, he'd bend his head down to catch it with the tip of his tongue.&nbsp; Eyes cast up at her, he'd trail the tip of his tongue up between the valley of her perfect bosom.<br><br>The bonding between them was complete with the sharing of blood, flesh, and power.&nbsp; His hands stayed on her hips for a few moments, rubbing them lightly as his eyes fell upon hers.&nbsp; "I have never had a familiar before," Samuel said.&nbsp; "I can feel you, right behind my eyes.&nbsp; You've been a familiar before, have you not?&nbsp; What's it like for you?"&nbsp; He made no motion to move, knowing that the physical act would assist in strengthening her just as their bond strengthened him.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 10:09:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lasciel, on her end, felt decidedly better; not that tingle that Samuel had, but more grounded, and the world around her had shifted into sharper focus. She knew she was essentially bound again, but then she hadn't been free before to start with. She had been, if anything else, unmoored in a world alien to her nature, while now she had some anchoring in it.<br><br>She caressed Samuel's face, pushing back a few sweat-matted locks of hair, and almost purred at the lick between her breasts. 'Being a familiar... is like being on a leash that tugs both ways,' she said. 'You are as much my human as I am your spirit, Samuel... I can be what I am much better with you around, but some of my nature will pass into you as well. Be prepared to be in heat - a lot!' Her smile showed she was looking forward to that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 10:24:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samuel grunted as he thought about her comments of him 'being in heat' as it were.&nbsp; That would explain why he hadn't gotten any smaller while being inside of her.&nbsp; He was still hard, still wanting more.&nbsp; "Well," Samuel said.&nbsp; "I definitely have the desire for more of you.&nbsp; But I don't really think doing it any further on this swing will be very comfortable.&nbsp; So lets head inside."<br><br>Rather than have her get off, he'd merely wrap one arm around her waist and use the other, along with somewhat weak knees, to launch himself into a standing position.&nbsp; Once he could stand, a bit of balance and he'd be walking through the front door of the house and into his private sanctum.&nbsp; This, his home, was his sanctuary, dark and glorious as it was.<br><br>From the entrance of the place, there was a dark majesty to it.&nbsp; Collections of books, a fireplace in the front room, a few pieces of furniture for sitting or even resting, and numerous paintings of a particularly dark bend.&nbsp; "I'd give you a tour but I have other things on my mind," Samuel spoke in that low rumbling of his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 10:39:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't even tense as he swept her up and carried her inside, simply wrapping her arms around his neck to hold on, which pressed her breasts more against his chest. Oh, and gravity impaled her even more thoroughly on his hardness, and walking, even for a few steps, bounced her up and down on it, ever so slightly...<br><br>The first thing to be noticed once they were inside was the way her skin caught the light and appeared impossibly smooth, almost liquid. 'I didn't expect a tour, not right now,' she purred. 'You're feeling it already, aren't you, Samuel? My last master wanted me naked all the time, preferring the chance of distraction to waiting longer than it would take me to spread my legs... Are you going to be like that too?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 10:53:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The thought of her naked had him pause for a moment, a small shudder running through him.&nbsp; "We'll have to find out," Samuel said as he resumed his pace.&nbsp; One arm around her waist, the other under her thigh, holding her so she wouldn't fall off of him.&nbsp; "I like to think of myself as a strong willed individual, but this is not something I expected.&nbsp; So lets see where things go.&nbsp; And see how long we stay in the house before we move on to our other projects.&nbsp; I have some assistance to render tonight, remember."<br><br>If he remembered.&nbsp; The sensation of her body rubbing against his, the sight of her bouncing against him, was not something he wanted to be away from any time soon.&nbsp; Almost like a cat is how he felt, wanting to rub himself all along that body of hers.&nbsp; It wasn't long before they went upstairs into the house, and into a massive bedroom with a very large bed.&nbsp; The sheets, blankets, were all done in black.&nbsp; "You'll look fantastic in the center of that," Samuel said as he placed her on the edge of the bed and took a step back to look at the scene.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 11:20:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'About to find out that too,' purred Lasciel. For a moment, after he pulled out and away from her, he could see her nether lips closing again, just before she slid backwards to rest in the centre of the huge bed on her side, propped up on one elbow. Her mahogany-hued real skin would look richly offset against the black sheets, but her human toffee-tanned one was simply spectacular.<br><br>She looked up at him as he towered over her, watching, his cock at raging attention, then she licked her lips and raised a beckoning finger towards him. 'You won't be any good at assistance while the only thing you can think about is fucking me...'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 11:30:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was right in that regard.&nbsp; He'd have to set to fix that.&nbsp; So he'd crawl on to the bed, moving his hands to push her legs open and let himself get settled between them.&nbsp; His form over hers, he was breathing heavier than normal at the sight of her.&nbsp; His cock began to run along her slit, pumping against it but not entering her, rather sliding along it as he moved his hips against her in simulation of what had happened earlier.<br><br>"You do need to tell me how you prefer to do this," he said.&nbsp; "Part of me wishes to see you like this, beneath me.&nbsp; Part of me wants to see you on your hands and knees as I take you from behind.&nbsp; Do you have a preference for one or the other first?"&nbsp; Holding himself up with one hand, the other was moving lightly along her chest, stroking first one breast then the other, performing deft little caresses to tease her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 12:17:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lasciel stretched like a contented cat on being flipped onto her back, then arched slowly as Samuel cranked up the teasing. There was more telltale smearing over his cock just by rubbing lengthwise between her folds; she was more than ready. Soft as the caresses over her breasts were, they made her nipples harden right before his eyes, and her breath was growing more ragged.<br><br>'So glad you want both, like me,' she said, her eyes half-closed but fixed on his. 'Let me turn around, then, and pound me like the bitch in heat you want me to be... I want to see your face when you cum.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 12:45:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A grin on his face as he'd back up enough to let her slip to her hands and knees.&nbsp; "And with just a turn of the head you'll be able to watch my face," he said as he would move against her once more.&nbsp; The hand moved from her breasts to himself, gripping himself so that he could place the head against her entrance.&nbsp; A quick thrust and he'd be sheathed within her completely.&nbsp; Immediately his body trembled, the sensation of how deep this penetration was as opposed to earlier a small shock to his system.<br><br>Both hands would grip the bed coverings as he began to move against her.&nbsp; The strokes were slow and languid, allowing him to enjoy the sensations completely.&nbsp; Yet even he wasn't immune from wanting it all, and quickly.&nbsp; In short order his hips were pounding against her, the length of him driving in and out of her with powerful movements of his back and thighs.&nbsp; Each thrust was changed minutely, so the angles going in and coming out would be different each time.&nbsp; Samuel obviously wanted to find one specific angle she enjoyed above all others.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 13:14:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was even tighter from behind, her walls so snug around his length that he might have trouble pulling out again. A normal woman would probably find such a fit, deep as it was, painful; Lasciel only welcomed it with a long moan, letting her knees slide wider apart, so he could press his hips fully against hers.<br><br>Her buttocks, smooth globes as perfect as her breasts, jiggled as he moved. With his rhythm growing faster, she shifted as well, reaching up to grip the headboard for leverage. Only her knees touched the bed now, and her breasts brushed against the covers from time to time, the friction sending jolts of delight through her nipples, punctuating her rising moans with little gasps.<br><br>That was what she had been hoping for when she had made her pact; his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt, pounding her full of more power than she had felt for ages. She rocked back and forth, meeting him thrust for thrust, eager for more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 23:44:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was stronger than a normal human, so he didn't have to worry so much about breaking or hurting her like he sometimes had with others in the past.&nbsp; Samuel's grin was demonic as one arm wrapped around her waist as his body bent closer to hers, leaving one hand to lift off the bed and slip between their joined bodies.&nbsp; Fingers stroked from her breasts down her belly until reaching the little nub that was, he was certain, the center of all pleasure on a woman.<br><br>His touch was hard and fast, rubbing vigorously with each thrust he made into her body.&nbsp; Theirs would be a bond of hedonism, enjoying anything and everything between them.&nbsp; Power flowed back and forth, tightening the bond each would have upon the other.&nbsp; While it was a little nerve-wracking, Samuel brushed it aside for the time being.&nbsp; He had only the time now to focus on what was happening between their bodies.&nbsp; His penetration of her was swift, deep, and as hard as he could give it to her.<br><br>His face lowered down to her shoulder, brushing his whiskered face against her so soft, perfect skin.&nbsp; He placed a few quick, urgent kisses there before he simply turned and set his teeth into her flesh.&nbsp; Hard enough to draw blood, for what was pleasure without a little pain?&nbsp; When he saw some of the blood flowing, his tongue flicked out to catch some of it, a moan escaping him as he tasted her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 10:48:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The rubbing against her clit made Lasciel convulse and a sound between a groan and a growl bubbled up from her throat. Impaled on Samuel's cock as she was, there was not much moving to do, but she clenched harder around him, almost painfully, her back arching away from him for a moment. The pleasure was rising again, pulsing with the flow of the power between them, their moans in counterpoint.<br><br>She didn't expect the bite, but her body welcomed the pain that spiked the pleasure and one hand let go of the headboard to run her nails along the arm that was wrapped around her, before dipping it down where their bodies slammed together, to tease around his cock every time it pulled out. The taste of her blood didn't have the coppery tang of mortal blood. It was more bitter and fiery, burning his taste buds a little and making his head swim. As if everything about her, down to her lifeblood, was made to get folk hooked on her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:50:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was a creature that would make anyone and anything addicted to her, he was certain.&nbsp; The marking of his arm made him hiss in her ear, but it was far from being full of pain.&nbsp; A grunt as he'd use his fingers on her clit to pinch it a bit harder than he had before.&nbsp; If they were going to trade pain and pleasure, there would be no holding back from either one of them.&nbsp; However, another idea came to mind as he pummeled her cunt with his continuous strokes.<br><br>Power rolled out of him in waves, each one cresting as he slid out and being released inside of her as he thrust as deeply as he could.&nbsp; This made the thrusting slow down, but made them oh so much sweeter.&nbsp; With her sex tightening upon his length, Samuel knew he was going to explode inside of her all too soon.&nbsp; While wondering if this sudden virility and ability to copulate more frequently was a benefit of being bonded to her, he didn't let it get in the way of the movements against and within her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 10:49:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lasciel let go of the headboard with the other hand too and pushed back against Samuel, slowly forcing him to sit back on his heels, slowly enough for his cock never to slide out of her, not even disrupting the pace of his thrusting, only shifting the angle. She ended up straddling his lap again, her back firmly pressed against his chest, and reached back to wrap both arms around his neck. That gave even better access to his hands, both the one tormenting her clit into frenzy and the one holding her up, just under her breast.<br><br>The bite on her neck had almost healed, only a smear of blood on her perfect skin, and on his, where it had touched her. She let her head fall back over Samuel's shoulder, her moans rising to full throated cries now and her hips swaying against his, even as her insides clenched again around him with another convulsive climax.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 11:18:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That was an interesting angle he'd never tried before.&nbsp; It was something that had him bottoming out inside of her, so to speak, and had freed his hands completely as he was now kneeling more than anything else.&nbsp; As her climax overtook her, his own would respond in kind.&nbsp; There was a unity between their bodies as her orgasm triggered his own.&nbsp; His arms locked around her as he shook, writhing against her, making little thrusts that only prolonged the orgasmic feeling.<br><br>"Well," Samuel said as he leaned heavily against her, mouth so near her ear.&nbsp; "That was a nice change of position.&nbsp; I think I rather liked it."&nbsp; Now that the feeling was starting to return to his body, his hands would start to stroke over her lightly.&nbsp; Both hands raised to cup her breasts, kneading them in small circles even as his mouth nibbled along her ear.&nbsp; "What's next on the menu?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 00:45:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'All part of the service,' Lasciel fairly purred, luxuriating in his caresses. She made no move to get him out of her and her nipples were still hard against his hands. She was tingling all over, quite invigorated by all that influx of power. Momentarily, she tried to remember how it had felt when she was first plucked and bound, but it had been so long ago and so meaningless now that she gave up the effort. <em>Now</em> was what mattered, and she felt sure she could tap into most of her power.<br><br>'Now, though,' she went on, stretching to add to the teasing caress, 'you might want to think about going out to those hunters... I'll have to go with you, though - we can't be too far apart now. Just think of them squirming... And if you want more afterwards... well, we don't have to be here every time the urge comes on!' She had craned her neck to the side, watching him with one smouldering dark eye that held more promise than the words themselves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 04:20:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A grunt as he would slowly pull himself out of her and start to step away from her.&nbsp; The power exchange went both ways, and as she was fed by his, so was he invigorated by her.&nbsp; He felt the dark flush of infernal power through him, making him feel far superior to what a normal man, even one blessed in the dark arts, should feel.&nbsp; He bent down and kissed her lower back before he moved away, laying a swift slap on her ass.<br><br>"This will be a fairly easy job I imagine," Samuel said.&nbsp; "Assist them in their raid upon the Night Parade.&nbsp; I plan on pilfering a bit of magic if I can, not to mention a few of the creatures if possible.&nbsp; Perhaps taking their power will assist in our search for the binding of yours.&nbsp; I have the distinct impression undoing it properly will tax my skills."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 15:38:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lasciel rolled onto her back and stretched again, once more her voluptuous curves outlined to stunning effect against the black sheets. 'Only if you don't <em>have</em> enough power to start with,' she said, her eyes teasingly half-closed. 'Let's get ready, then... but I have a tip to give you before we start out.'<br><br>She rolled over onto her knees, the last of their mixed juices dripping out of her onto the bed, and leaned forward to whisper, as if they were spied on: 'Leave the others to do most of the dirty work. The Parade is well guarded. There will be blood all over the place, and it won't be on one side only. Let them bleed, then let the Parade disappear. Those left will move on. The holy men will want it destroyed, but you know better. It has to keep existing.' Then she straightened up again. 'Do you have something for me to wear?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 03:48:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samuel would incline his head.&nbsp; "There is a variety of clothing in the next room," Samuel said as he stood there, watching her.&nbsp; She was a heady drug, to say the least.&nbsp; Especially watching her move and seeing the results of their coupling dripping from her.&nbsp; He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten so hard so quickly, he nearly stumbled from the sudden change in which way his blood headed.&nbsp; However, her words were considered with the caution they deserved.<br><br>"I'm hoping most of the hunters are slain," he spoke as he headed to a door that lead to the bathroom.&nbsp; "I intend to leave behind a few traps for them whenever they flee the Night Parade's grounds.&nbsp; So that as they leave my traps are sprung and more of them are destroyed.&nbsp; And I do not wish to tangle with some of the creatures that call that place home.&nbsp; I'm strong, but I am no fool.&nbsp; There are a number who would, undoubtedly, shred me as if I was naught more than an ant."<br><br>Pausing at the doorway, he'd arch an eyebrow towards her to see if she'd wish to join him.&nbsp; "I will take what I can.&nbsp; Blood can be of just as much use as anything else I could capture.&nbsp; A nice circle created with remnants of a creature's blood is such a nice binding."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 13:48:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While Samuel talked, Lasciel glided into the other room, quickly emerging in a black leather catsuit that seemed to be made for her. Her ability to fit just right into whatever garment she wore was one of those things that cannot be explained by human reasoning. Unless she instantly tailored the garment to herself, which made even less sense.<br><br>She drew up the zip to close the sides over her bare breasts, stopping just at the top of her cleavage, then ran her fingers through her hair. Some of her braids had loosened during their exertions, and the rest unravelled with that simple finger-combing. Falling loose, in little crimped waves, her hair softened her expression, making it more humanlike. 'A prudent attitude,' she commented, when he stopped. 'Whenever you're ready.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 00:36:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samuel laughed as he regarded her, quirking an eyebrow.&nbsp; "I'm going to be taking a shower first," he said simply.&nbsp; "I had hoped to coax you into joining before getting dressed but I see this is not to be.&nbsp; Give me a few moments and I'll be out."&nbsp; He left the door open, something he normally did not do, before slipping into the large shower.&nbsp; Four showerheads each directed a spray of water from a different angle in the oversize shower.&nbsp; Glass walls made seeing everything within it possible.<br><br>The man was going to take his time, as he relished the hot water as it cascaded down his frame.&nbsp; A bar of soap and he was lathering up his hands before the soap was set aside and he began to thoroughly wash himself.&nbsp; It was a ritual, perhaps, to him.&nbsp; Cleansing himself after some of the things he did.&nbsp; In this regard, though, it was a different desire.&nbsp; He didn't wish the hunters to smell or sense any traces of her on him.&nbsp; They would disprove, and he would have to dismember them in response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 01:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lasciel wandered into the bathroom after him, openly ogling him with undisguised appreciation. She had some of that for the shower as well. Although she didn't need cleaning and no scent other than her own would ever linger on her, she still enjoyed the sensations that artful water manipulation created.<br><br>'Perhaps when we come back,' she suggested slyly, leaning on one shoulder against the glass wall. 'Your plans can certainly make for a messy and stressful night, and we will probably need both cleaning and some unwinding when we come back.' She could almost see the vision her words triggered in his mind, of slamming her against the shower wall under a torrent of water, and it couldn't help making her smile and look forward to it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 01:53:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A grunt at her words, he'd turn to look back at her.&nbsp; "I think that will be enjoyable," he said with a wicked grin.&nbsp; "The only question will be having you face me, or the wall.&nbsp; Decisions decisions."&nbsp; It wasn't much longer before he was out of the shower, toweling off as he stood close enough to catch the heady scent of her once again.&nbsp; As he finished drying with the towel, his cock was hard and at attention once again.<br><br>However, he showed his control by simply striding away and going to his bedroom once again.&nbsp; Simple clothing was selected, and he put on the talismans he'd crafted for this event.&nbsp; Granted, he was wearing all black, pants, shoes, a cotton tee.&nbsp; The moderate length hair was pulled back from his face and left to hang behind his ears, tickling the back of his neck.&nbsp; "If the hunters threaten you I want you to either wait for me here or simply wait near the Night Parade grounds," Samuel said.&nbsp; "I do not wish to have you in any more danger than is needed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 14:15:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'No need to decide now,' purred Lasciel. His new arousal hadn't escaped her notice, and set her all tingling again. 'It's not like we're not going to do both. Does the order matter?' She chuckled, adjusted the zipper of her catsuit to show off a little more cleavage, and followed him to his bedroom again.<br><br>She nodded at the order, her lips pursing lightly. 'Agreed. Unless something goes wrong. They might well be aware of our bond, you know, and then someone might target <em>that</em>, instead of you or me. They probably don't know that they can't banish me altogether, but messing up with our link anyway will hurt - both of us. If someone pulls such a stunt near me, I'm going for the throat. Deal?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 03:31:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hadn't thought that someone would strike at the bond between them.&nbsp; Not a surprise, though, given how potent some of those creatures were.&nbsp; Once fully dressed, he'd turn to look at her.&nbsp; As he approached, his hand would come up and run lightly along her cleavage.&nbsp; If having a bond with her meant he was always aroused and constantly wanting to do nothing more than be buried inside of her, things would be interesting.&nbsp; While he usually did not enjoy distractions, this was going to be something else entirely.<br><br>"I would hope you would," he murmured.&nbsp; "Do not fear on drawing upon the power that we wield together, either.&nbsp; I'll have my talismans to assist in what is going on within the Night Parade.&nbsp; I'll set up the wards around the grounds once they initially breach the perimeter.&nbsp; Then I'll go about acquiring what I need.&nbsp; While I hope I can procure a grimoire or two, I'll settle for what I can get.&nbsp; After all...I believe there are other warlocks we can strike at easily enough."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 10:14:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The walk back to the encampment of the Night Parade was uneventful. There were still whistles Lasciel's way, of course; that could not be avoided, not when the leather encased her curves just <em>so</em>. But perhaps she didn't look so exotic anymore, perhaps she was mitigating her own allure somehow. They reached the copse across from the entrance to the carnival without causing a riot. The show had ended, the last of the spectators were gone, and although nobody would be sleeping for a few more hours, there was an air of satisfaction, deceptively like a children's camp.<br><br>The hunters were settled facing the flickering lights, scowling fit to jinx the entire Parade into nonexistence by sheer force of disapproval. There were three of them, the one Samuel had met earlier and two older, bigger men who looked alike enough to be twins. They sprang to their feet when Samuel and Lasciel appeared, obviously bristling at the succubus' presence. She frowned back at them; their own presence wasn't any more pleasant to her.<br><br>'What have you brought that spawn of darkness with you for?' spat the third hunter. 'Have you departed from the path so much that you expect help from the likes of her?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 12:19:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samuel would look at the hunter.&nbsp; It was a man he knew, although they hadn't seen one another in well over a decade.&nbsp; A sharp laugh escaped Samuel's throat before he crossed his arms over his chest.&nbsp; "Open your eyes Wayne," Samuel said.&nbsp; "I'm just as dark a presence as she is upon this landscape.&nbsp; And yet your associate is the one that sought me out.&nbsp; Were it not for him catching me by surprise, it never would have happened in the first place.&nbsp; However, that is neither here nor there."&nbsp; Samuel's hand came up, and within it was a burning black flame that seemed to suck the very light from their immediate environs.<br><br>"Go and get your troops into position.&nbsp; I shall give you no more than ten minutes.&nbsp; In exactly ten minutes, I will send a few little surprises into the Night Parade.&nbsp; You may proceed after them.&nbsp; I will be controlling them from here, with the assistance of my familiar."&nbsp; A smile as the hand that wasn't cupping the flame moved to grip Lasciel's ass firmly.&nbsp; "I need her assistance into tapping my...darker nature.&nbsp; So, if you don't wish to see it?&nbsp; I suggest you proceed to do your job and allow me mine."<br><br>With those words, Samuel turned to Lasciel, a slight mental beckoning sent her way.&nbsp; He needed her to spark his darker passions, something that would allow him to delve deeper into the darkness within him, and to an extent her, to tap the bond they had to fully fuel this power.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 12:49:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wayne scowled. 'You are still redeemable, Samuel. The likes of her aren't, and opting for the lesser evil doesn't mean we condone it,' he snarled, but he didn't stay to argue. It seemed to be a parting shot, after which he moved away, towards one side of the camp, while the twins, throwing very black looks Lasciel's way, went another way.<br><br>Lasciel herself was rather amused. 'They're taking it really seriously, if they wouldn't stay and argue,' she commented. 'You should be extra careful.' One hand was already pulling down the zip of her catsuit, all the way to the shadow of her crotch. She didn't slip out of it, merely left the sides hanging loose, exposing a strip of perfect skin, her breasts half-bursting out, but the nipples tantalisingly hidden just behind the edges of the flaps. Her scent, though, was intoxicating, even rising off that valley of bare skin. <br><br>With the other hand, she ran three nails down her body, her fingertips followed by little crimson lines and that added tang of blood in the air. The surge of power, though, was much stronger than any mundane sensory observation could detect. 'Feed,' she whispered huskily, 'and charge.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 02:02:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samuel inhaled the scent of her, knowing that it was the beginning of what he'd need.&nbsp; The sight of her blood freed in such a fashion, he'd drop to his knees and place his lips against the blood that was offered.&nbsp; It was a physical manifestation of her dark power, and it tasted spicy and sweet upon his tongue as he lapped at it.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the flame in his hand grew larger, soon nearly overtaking the entire palm.&nbsp; It would be enough, he was certain, to cause a major disturbance.&nbsp; Vile fire elementals would be a fantastic thing to unleash upon the Night Parade, offering the problem of semi-sentient creatures that would be led by his will.<br><br>His hand gripped her ass firmly, digging into flesh through the suit as best he could.&nbsp; After all, he'd need the strength they could bring together.&nbsp; So he knelt before her, bathing in the dark power that she was, that rose between them.&nbsp; It was everything he'd need and more to do the assault.&nbsp; Granted, while he was doing this, he planned on having her lay the traps that would be needed to strike the hunters as they came out of the grounds to retreat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 13:42:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lasciel let out a sound between a purr and a moan. The rush of power she was getting as his tongue traced patterns of blood smears over her breast was every bit as strong as that she offered. If every working exchange they achieved was like that, then the years of her servitude could go by very quickly...<br><br>'Go,' she whispered, her fingertips tracing along both sides of his neck. At the fringes of her awareness she could detect the hunters, despite their distance, teetering between revulsion and arousal. 'Let them come to me, and perish.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 14:09:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samuel would chuckle against her skin, how easily she read his mind.&nbsp; He'd forgotten that they were bonded in that manner as well.&nbsp; As he stood away from her, his hands cupped the dark flames that were flickering and growing between them.&nbsp; His focus was quickly on the task before him and nothing more.&nbsp; Lifting his hands to his mouth, he whispered into the flames between them.&nbsp; "Strike out at those who currently call the Night Parade home."&nbsp; Then he took a step forward and spread his arms wide, throwing the black flames into the air.<br><br>Tiny sparks split apart, a mass of them quickly flying through the air and growing as they did.&nbsp; The vile energies of the flames were just as potent as those within the Night Parade.&nbsp; They would cause carnage and havoc, and allow the hunters to strike behind them.&nbsp; However, the flames would also serve another purpose.&nbsp; With his focus solely upon them, he could see through them, sense around them.&nbsp; He dropped to a knee, placing a hand on the ground to prepare the next bit of magic.&nbsp; Thievery through the very ground, it would put a greater strain upon him but remove him from the immediate crossfire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 13:58:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Away the sparks flew, not quite salamanders, which were trickier to summon, but sentient enough. There was canvas and sawdust and straw enough to turn everything into a raging inferno in seconds, if only those were normal, indiscriminate flames. As it was, they aimed for creatures, not objects. Some were reduced to ashes instantly, others blazed up and wandered about, feeding the flames with whatever they touched before collapsing. Yet others could not be harmed that way, and each such spark stamped out was a stab right into the core of Samuel's power as well. Not enough to harm him significantly, but not that they hurt any less for that.<br><br>In the wake of the rain of fire came the hunters, with consecrated blades and amulets, to finish off whoever tried to escape. Impossible, of course; some must have already passed through dimensions, whether to wait out the fight or never to return didn't matter at the moment. And others fought back. One of the twins, formidable as he looked, was made short and messy work of by Norka, before the troll collapsed as well. The Lamiae, untouchable as they were intangible, lured the other away from the firelight...<br><br>Wayne noticed that, from where he struggled to fend off a cloud of memory-leeching butterflies. All he could see, of course, was some vague feminine outlines, but his already fevered mind was made up. <em>That damned hellspawn and her sisters.</em> He dropped his blade, grabbed a makeshift torch and sliced through the air, through the butterflies, until most were incinerated. Then, with his other hand, he pulled out a wand, turned in the direction of the copse where he had left Samuel and Lasciel, and concentrated. Spotting the hazy coil of energy that linked them, he aimed his bolt for that. In his mind's eye, the coil flared up blue; in the material world, Lasciel let out a scream and collapsed to the ground.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 04:35:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The attack upon their bond wasn't completely unexpected, he just didn't expect it to happen from one of the hunters.&nbsp; After all, so few of them knew anything about real magic.&nbsp; Yet here it was, an assault that was from a blessed source, and given the nature of their bond, susceptible to it all the more.&nbsp; The vile sparks flared up for a moment before all of them were snuffed out in response to the loss of concentration on Samuel's part.&nbsp; Without his focus, they were nothing, and that focus was needed to keep them in the world.&nbsp; Samuel stumbled and nearly fell himself, the backlash ripping through him and injuring him more than he'd been in some time.<br><br>Blood began to seep from between his lips as he took a quick mental evaluation of his body.&nbsp; Some of his body was shredded internally, physical damage given birth by the magical backlash.&nbsp; Wounds would heal if he had enough time, but that wasn't likely to happen here and now.&nbsp; He'd need more time than he had now, and given enemies were all around them, and Lasciel was down, he'd just have to make do.&nbsp; He'd stumble on his hands and knees over to her, gathering her into his arms.&nbsp; His lips pressed to hers, allowing his blood to drip along her mouth.&nbsp; "Wake up," he rasped, coughing.&nbsp; "Need you awake to get us out of here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 15:09:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lasciel convulsed and sat up with an almost animal growl. Her eyes were gleaming openly yellow now, her teeth elongated to needle points. Her human glamour was slipping, as she marshalled what remained of her resources in order to preserve her self.<br><br>She sat up and looked around, her expression nothing short of feral. Where was that perfidious hunter? Ah, there - sneaking up to them from behind the bushes, the weasel. Hoping they'd be distracted enough to be cut down. Well, it wasn't happening. She wasn't going down, and neither was Samuel.<br><br>She rolled forward onto her knees, careful not to give herself away, pressed her lips briefly on Samuel's, then unfurled her wings and jumped up into the air with a flap. The next moment, she landed just in front of Wayne, who was about to break through the last stretch and reach them, barring his way.<br><br>'Didn't your mama tell you never to come between a fool and his folly?' she purred, the sound chilling. Wayne stared at her, open-mouthed, his eyes ready to pop out. She simply smiled, then took his face in both hands and covered his mouth with hers. She held on through the moments of thrashing, relaxing only when the cloud of bloody dust hazed the view of the dying fires in the encampment of the Night Parade.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 07:04:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thank goodness she could handle things now for a few moments.&nbsp; Meanwhile, Samuel would be stuck on the ground for a few moments, taking his time in focusing on the wounds he had and what he could do to heal them.&nbsp; If he were at home, he'd be able to heal them much faster.&nbsp; As it was...he'd have to tap into that dark power that existed just beyond his usual control.&nbsp; The source of his dark powers, the patron of his magic, the foul demon prince that granted him his strength.&nbsp; "Belial," Samuel whispered softly, more to himself than anything else.<br><br>Of course, given the circumstances, and what had just happened, he was nigh certain that Belial would care not for his failure.&nbsp; So he shut his eyes and waited, allowing the dark master to judge him as worthy or not.&nbsp; Dark energies poured into him from the other world where the master lived, pumping him full of vile energy that rebuilt the wounds.&nbsp; Needless to say upon the completion of the healing, however, the dark master had ensured a certain need would have to be fulfilled in short order.<br><br>Samuel's cock ached from the desire to find itself a place to be buried.&nbsp; A hand came up to rest upon his lips, wiping away the last remnants of blood as his head turned to see Lasciel.&nbsp; Lust and hunger ripped through him, burned through their bond until she'd be able to feel it approaching like a tidal wave.&nbsp; Belial was one of the crown princes of Hell, and patron of those who gave in to darker passions.&nbsp; Samuel stood easily, and began to approach her.&nbsp; Damn the danger, damn the potential for harm, but he needed to invoke a rite in Belial's name, and what better than a decadent fuck in the midst of a bloody wind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Night Parade: Damsel in Distress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 17:48:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lasciel felt the invocation, and the sheer shunting of power pushed her to her knees. Belial was of a different order than her own princess, but his presence was unmistakable and she had stayed away long enough for the taste of that kind of power to be nothing short of overwhelming.<br><br>She was about to struggle to her feet when she felt Samuel approach her, and she swivelled around on one knee to face him. His need was almost palpable, even if she hadn't seen his gaze trail down her front, where the catsuit had slipped more open, exposing one breast fully and most of the other. She reached down and unzipped it fully, almost down to the crotch, and beckoned Samuel with the other hand. 'Come to me,' she said. Those three words were enough.
			</dd>
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