He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular & La Dame en Noir]
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				Title: <strong>He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-04-2015, 02:52:15</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://fitness.bf-1.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/1525.jpg)</div><hr>Aurel stood at the window of his office, hands clasped behind his back in a classic powerful position; one that barely managed that wrinkle the custom three piece suit he was wearing. As always it was sharp and dark; pitch black with flecks of grey and red so deep it appeared the same. Blood red tie, kerchief and vest. He had been standing there, admiring this view for the past half hour, unmoving and barely appearing to even breathe.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd been here in the office since 6am that morning. He was the boss. President <em>and</em> CEO of Obsydian Entertainment, a company that had it's fingers in everything from actual entertainment, to technology and politics. It hadn't always been Obsydian. In the days of Christ, it had been a simple shipping company. Come medieval times, a merchant's guild that employed several touring entertainer troops on the side. In the golden age of piracy, Aurel maneuvered his ever shifting company into a trading company...one that discreetly sent ships after precious cargo as pirates.<br><br>&nbsp;"The Lucky Jack Traders Emporium" itself however... never lost a shipment. And with the stolen cargo of those unfortunate ships well...he made a <em>killing</em> those few decades. He wasn't finished though. The immortal Aurel had existed under even more guises than differentiations of the same company policy and concept. Edmund Montasque was an Englishman, supposedly born into old money who started an incredibly successful theater group. <br><br>Johnathon Kendry ran one of the most successful banks in the wild wild west, with at least one office in more than half the cities dotting the country. This process continued on through time, although no one would ever be able to connect the dots or tie together the strings. Aurel, or "Santiago Cruz" as he now went by, was old, and powerful, and determined. He'd been at this a very long time and saw no end in sight. The world of man, humanity; they were interesting things. In some ways more interesting than the Hells he'd originally called home. <br><br>But they were predictable. It was the reason he and the other mystical denizens who lived among the normals had never been discovered aside from mistakes like the Loch Ness Monster or Sasquatch. Luckily though, even the ones who got caught usually got away by virtue of humanity being so skeptical. Big Foot and his clan would have been discovered centuries ago if not for the fact that no one would mount a large expedition into the North American forests to search for an eight foot tall "ape man". <br><br>&nbsp;Aurel had been upon this Earth for a <em>very</em> long time, and he'd always had a head for business. Or what they called back home, "Keeping your head on your shoulders". He was patient, cunning, devious, and self-serving. He knew the best path to take to get him not only what he needed, but what he wanted. And no matter what, he always got his way. Finally his mouth curled into a smile, and a deep chuckle came from him. <br><br>He held a position of the highest importance back in Hell. And here he was one of the most powerful men in the world. Did his ambition know no bounds? Perhaps not. He was a demon after all, a creature stereotypically, but often correctly pegged as greedy and power hungry. Was his ambition simple for ambition sake? Or was there something more to the Hellkin? Who would know save Aurel himself? No one had earned such trust...<em>yet</em>.<br><br>As he laughed, the lights in his office seemed to dim just a bit, and his voice turned to something even deeper. It wasn't long before he stopped though and the eerie silence anyone inside would have heard that seemed to get absorbed by his voice...it faded as well. Clearing his throat, he tapped the digital watch on his wrist. The bluetooth in his ear beeped as it connected to his personal secretary. "Ms. Reynolds?&nbsp; Might I see you in my office? I have a few things I'd like for you to take care of for me."<div style="text-align: right;">(https://www.executiveboard.com/blogs/files/2013/12/Senior-Executive-in-Corner-Office-300x206.jpg)</div><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>15-04-2015, 04:09:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/87/7b/79877b23179eb0974beeb767ca448508.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>It</strong></span> had been a long day in the office, Sage was already used to it. It still seemed to be the early part of the morning in San Francisco, but she liked that about the city. There was soft fog that lay in the lower part of the city; her office overlooking the bay area skyline. It was near the end of the work week for her, only counting in at four months with Obsydian Entertainment. She had an important job, one which was not free from stress and responsibility. The woman was the personal assistant to Santiago Cruz, their relationship was purely professional. They did not exchange many words beyond her daily tasks and how her work week was going. Sage refused all invites to company dinners, outings, and even bar hops that he would pay for occasionally. For her, keeping her private life separate was the only thing keeping her sane, of course - he would always try when the opportunity presented itself.<br><br><strong>"Sigh, now is not the time."</strong><br><br>Mumble words left her lips as she listened to the ping of her small intercom attached to her desk. She did not answer immediately, as she was in the middle of important documents, but mostly wanted to act like she never heard to begin with. It wasn't that the woman did not love her job or respect the man she worked for, but she often thought his questions were tedious and sometimes condescending. Leaning off her hand as she finished the last page of the paperwork, she lifted a delicate finger to chime him in. <strong>"Yes, Mr. Cruz - Right away."</strong> she would say with a short breath before letting the intercom go. Pushing her chair back, she sheepishly got up and walked to her door. Looking back, she was already regretting that she needed to meet with him in his office. Sometimes she wondered if he got a kick out of making her walk to him, rather than just telling her what he needed right then and there.<br><br>With a swing of the door, she walked out and down the hallway towards his office that had a even better view of the San Francisco skyline. Sage was dressed the part of the personal assistant to the T. She wore a fitted pencil skirt that hung just an inch above her knee, black thigh highs that she kept up with a pair of black lace garter belt - with matching underwear and bra (http://cdna.lystit.com/photos/2013/11/18/freya-henna-ooh-la-la-garter-belt-product-4-14989879-127543027_large_flex.jpeg). This was all complimented by the white blouse that hugged her supple breasts and lean figure, as well as the pair of four inch white heels to tie it all together. She looked the part, but rarely smiled to present the part. Sage was kept because of her diligence and integrity as a worker, something that was quite rare in her line of work. <br><br><strong>"You wanted to see me, Mr. Cruz?"</strong><br><br>A soft voice would penetrate that dead silence that had overcome the room. The woman walked in with a slight sway of her hips and the tenderness of a naive young woman, but she was anything but. Sitting herself down in front of his desk, she crossed one leg over the other and sat up straight to give her full attention. He was still turned away from her, for a moment she used the opportunity to glare behind him. Getting her work done before lunch was always a goal of hers and to have it prematurely interrupted through her off.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-04-2015, 05:30:37</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://fitness.bf-1.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/1525.jpg)</div><hr>"Santiago" had taken a liking to Sage Wynter Reynolds the moment her resume had come into his email inbox. He'd read it very thoroughly, and being the person that he was, he made calls and inquiries to every reference and previous job she'd had. He even called the ones she didn't list. His resources were far reaching and influential; which meant it was no trouble at all to look up a working girl who'd never even strayed a toe off the straight and narrow path. And it didn't hurt that she was as beautiful as the sun was bright.<br><br>&nbsp;Even in the exotic wonders that Hell brought with it, there was no one quite like her. And he'd met Lilith before. While she was just a personal assistant, she was <em>his</em> personal assistant. Just by that she outranked many people in his company as she had a direct line to him and he listened to her advice when she decided to give it. Even her office was probably one of the best views in the building aside from his. Another reason he valued her so much was <em>because</em> she didn't always offer her advice. She kept it for when it was needed; the mark of a very smart woman.<br><br>&nbsp;She kept to herself mostly, and was damn good at her job. She was the type to get there early, work through lunch, and stay late. Sometimes he had to think she made work for herself just so she could have something to do. That sort of ethic was admirable though and would get her places. Although he wished she'd accept his offers from time to time. While he was a Demon, he was a high enough ranking demon that he could actually enjoy existence, and he was smart enough to know that happy employees equaled loyal and hard working employees. Everybody loved him at Obsydian because he took the time to learn everybody's name, he'd ask about their families, take them out on the town for a job well done. He was the boss everybody wished they had. The irony that he was a devil wasn't lost on him either.<br><br>&nbsp;He had a great many abilities and powers at his disposal, although he tended to forego using them some of the time. He didn't like it when things were always too easy. So he didn't listen in on her complaining before she got up to come to his office like a good PA. His smile almost came through the phone when he heard her voice. <strong>"Excellent; thank you,"</strong> he crooned in his smooth, deep, Hispanic tinted tone. <br><br>Before she entered, his fingers snapped and several sticks of incense lit along the tips, causing a pleasant fragrance to waft through the room. And then the door opened and he heard her voice. Turning his head over his shoulder, she would swear his eyes flashed a hypnotic shade of red right before he turned to fully face her; even his suit (http://www.finetuxedos.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/v/1/v11.jpg) seemed designed to entice when she got a full look at it. His hazel eyes couldn't help but glance over her frame once or twice<del>four times</del> before she sat down. <br><br>She had on a lovely outfit. One he'd quite honestly be happy with tearing off of her. But no, there was nothing there yet. He was patient though, and Aurel always got what he wanted. That pinged around his head a few times before he too sat down and leaned back in his chair across the desk from her. <strong>Before we get down to business, you look lovely this morning,"</strong> he said with a soft nod. He cleared his throat then after gauging her reaction, then picked up a few folders from his desk.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Marco Wayne's newest single just topped the Charts at #1. I'd like you to send him a bottle of Ace of Spades and get in touch with someone about getting him to perform it at LimeLight this weekend if you could. Oh, and here's his bonus." </strong> The first folder was a manilla envelope with a check inside it for a very generous sum for a single song. <strong>"Second, I got a call from the Camp's agent. They're stuck in New Zealand. Apparently Rico's prescription meds are being considered illegal contraband. They won't be back for another 48 hours at least, so their recording session with Monet will have to be pushed back a few days at least. So if you could get in touch with her people as soon as you could, that'd be great."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;He smiled at her and handed her another folder, this one with all the info regarding "The Camp" and their unfortunate circumstances for the next 2 days. While she was a hard working woman, she knew he was a nice guy and wasn't the type of person to look down upon any of his workers. So even if something he said sounded "off", she'd know it wasn't.&nbsp; <strong>"And one final thing,"</strong> he mentioned as he shuffled a stack of papers, then looked down at his phone as it vibrated on the table.<br><br>&nbsp;He typed a quick response and sent a return text before looking up at her. <strong>"Sorry about that. But yes, I have one final bit of business. I'm hosting a karaoke night down at the Star Bar. Say you'll join us this time? Nobody butchers Queen like Fitzsimmons down in accounting. We've actually got a bet going to see how long before he blows somebody's eardrum out,"</strong> he said with a charming smile. <br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>15-04-2015, 06:02:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/87/7b/79877b23179eb0974beeb767ca448508.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>It</strong></span> was quite clear that she wasn't going to have a night to herself, but took the folders without question. These were things she was used to doing, making calls and canceling appointments. She was always at the end of the table, getting yelled at like it was all her fault - but the job paid well and she didn't have to ever see them in person. Sage was only a mere age of Twenty-Five, the youngest PA to ever grace a company like Obsidyan, yet she did not brag or boast about it - ever. Work and personal were completely separate entities, but it was now that she wished that this opportunity never found its way to her. <br><br><strong>"I'll get this done before lunch."</strong><br><br>She would coldly answer, but stare as he invited her out for yet another evening with the crew. Everyone was good friends by now, but she showed absolutely no interest in being apart of the clique. It wasn't that she was trying to be a cold and calculating bitch - but she had things that better kept her occupied on her time off. She couldn't lie though, the thought of having a drink or two and sharing a laugh did cross her mind, but tonight wasn't going to be the night. It was only Thursday and the girl had to be at work no later than seven am, monday through friday - the last thing she needed was for him to keep her up at all hours of the night.<br><br>Besides, nighttime meant rituals - rituals that no one could know about. Sage dabbled in dark magic, secrets, and practices that no twenty-five year old should ever play around with. But she did, never practicing more than a minor healing spell to relax her after a long day at work. However, she was preparing herself for something big and something that could possibly cause more problems, than solve. She didn't know just exactly she was getting into just yet, but she didn't have anything to hold her back. The girl - even with her background - was unaware of her boss being the demon that he was. Sage was still naive to magic, even though she was born of Voodoo. Eventually, she would know her place as a mortal woman.<br><br><strong>"Mr. Cruz - I don't mean to be disrespectful..."</strong> She would begin to say, firmly grasping the folders and standing up from the chair. Her deep brown eyes stared at the beautifully finished oak wood desk, before lifting to give him a look. It wasn't a mean look, but a look of desperation for him to stop pestering her about company outings. <strong>"But, I'm just not interested at the moment. I love my job and I love working for you, but home is the only time where I can unwind and relax without the stress of work being weighed down on me. This is why I work so hard, stay late some nights, and give you back work done in a time manner. I do more than you ask for and I just wish that you would stop trying."</strong><br><br>Walking around the leather chair, she quickly paced herself to the door - hand on the knob to open and leave. <strong>"I will be working through lunch it seems, I will have this all done and I will be leaving late tonight. If you need anything more, let me know."</strong> with her final words said, she left the room - making her way back down the hall to her own office.</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-04-2015, 06:57:12</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://fitness.bf-1.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/1525.jpg)</div><hr>She probably didn't like her job. Hell most people who weren't pulling down at least a comfortable 90k or so a year didn't like their job unless they did it for the passion. Like a guy who owned a rinky dink gym in a bad neighborhood. But she was good at it, and she was a hard worker. She didn't have to be in love with the position as long as her work was done, and with Sage, it always was. Another gold star for her. Thinking on it though, maybe she did love her job?<br><br>&nbsp;Maybe this was her passion? Especially since her job was not an easy one. She had to deal with all the asshole who couldn't fathom things going wrong and not being the direct fault of the person explaining it to them. It was grating, infuriating, and draining. But it paid well. People who handled shit for him were properly compensated unlike other companies. He did have an unfair advantage though as he'd been making money since biblical times. If any one person could get a look at the wealth he'd amassed over the millenia...well they'd probably die from shock if they didn't think they were getting Punked. <br><br>Money was just a means to an end however. As money properly used equaled power, and that was what he <em>really</em> coveted. Any schmuck could get lucky and make it rich. But it took a special man, or in this case demon, to make money and make the money make something. He wondered why she was so against just having fun with work friends? They were all pretty close now, in no small part due to Santiago footing the bill for everything. But what good was having money if you didn't spend it? It wasn't like he couldn't make more anyway. He had a feeling that whatever it was to keep her away, it was important to her. He wondered just what it was? <br><br>As she stood up, he did too, to remove his jacket and place it on the coat rack in the corner. His eyes only left her for a moment though, and he nodded along with everything she said. When she was finished he fiddled with his cufflinks.&nbsp; <strong>"You know I have an open door policy, Sage, and I pride myself on being able to talk to my employees as more than just employees. So unless you insulted me outright or said I smelled like a camel's ass or something, you could never disrespect me."</strong> He picked up the cup of Scotch that had been sitting on his desk and quickly downed half of it.<br><br>&nbsp; <strong>"I understand. Some things aren't for everyone, and going out with everybody just isn't your scene. Completely understandable. Apologies if I seemed...<em>insistent</em>. I just want everyone to know they're appreciated. And I'm one of the few CEO's who isn't some stuffy, pompous assbag who sees people as dollar signs. Message received though. I'll cut back on the invites. "</strong> He didn't say he'd stop. And he wouldn't. He was patient, but he could also be very determined and he wanted to see Ms. Reynolds let her hair down...just once. She was ready to go now and get back to work it seemed. <br><br>She told him matter of factly that she'd have everything handled before lunch time. He would have told her she didn't need to rush so much, but she'd have brushed him off. Did he mention how much she loved working? So instead he chuckled a bit, and smiled. One that probably would have slipped past the defenses of any other woman, but not her...not yet at least <strong>"Excellent. You never cease to remind me why I hired you. If something else comes up, you'll be the first to hear about it."</strong> Just like that, she was gone, and he gave her lovely backside a long gaze before his door hissed closed. <strong>"I wonder if that sexy piece of ass knows just how much I love a challenge?"</strong> He raised a clawed finger to his chin and stroked lightly at his goatee.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"I'm going to enjoy wearing her down. And when she finally gives in...hssssssss,"</strong> he croaked out as his tongue forked and slithered out of his mouth. In an instant though, he was back to normal, for all intents and purposes Santiago Cruz and not an ancient demon lord.&nbsp; <strong>"I just can <em>not</em> wait."</strong> <br><br><br>Several hours later, the sun was beginning to set over the lovely city of San Francisco, and it was time for most people to start heading home if they hadn't left already. And despite the fact that Aurel could easily pass 90% or more of his workload off on other people, he liked what he did. It kept him sharp, and more importantly kept him from getting bored. The last time he was truly bored, some Somalian pirates got it in their heads it would be a good idea to test their mettle against the forces of good. It kept him entertained for a bit at least. <br><br>Shutting off his computer for the night, and making a few arcane symbols in the air to safeguard his office against any unauthorized attempt by human or anything else, he gathered his things and walked out. Letting the door close behind him. He waved here and there to the people milling about on the floor, only stopping when he got to Sage's office. The door was open, but he knocked anyway before peeking his head in.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I'm headed out for the night, Sage. If you need anything, just call, and don't stay too late. Oh, and that offer's still open if you change your mind. Seriously, Fitzsimmon's can't sing to save his life. It's hilarious."</strong> He didn't plan to stay long or force the issue though, so he kept going.&nbsp; <strong>"I understand that you've got work to do though, soooo I'll look for you, but I won't open a tab just yet."</strong> He winked at her and turned on his heel, striding to the elevator and getting ready for the long ride down to the parking garage.<br><br>&nbsp;A few minutes later he was revving the engine of his sports car (http://insideevs.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/Fisker_848_1_1.jpg) before peeling out of the garage at speeds no mortal could react to without crashing. He headed home so he could shower and change into something a bit more comfortable (http://static.wixstatic.com/media/e2c936_89f2a7219207449da27912138f38a38b.jpg_srz_962_891_85_22_0.50_1.20_0.00_jpg_srz). <br><br>He was on his way out the door when he got a text from none other than Fitzsimmons, asking if he was on his way. He texted back a yes and was zooming down the street in no time. It took him about twenty minutes to get to the bar, and when he walked through the door, nearly the whole bar called out to him. Santiago Cruz was not just a well known known, he was a well known person and was often out among the people like he didn't run a trillion dollar company. <strong>"Alright! You all know the drill! Rounds on me! And someone put Sam Smith on the box. You're about to get destroyed."</strong> Throwing his arms out, the bar door closed behind him and the party got started. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>15-04-2015, 08:53:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/87/7b/79877b23179eb0974beeb767ca448508.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The</strong></span> night made it's appearance quickly before she knew it. Sage had spent a told of ten hours in her office working on reports, paperwork, phone calls, and deliveries. She kept herself busy, constantly finding something for her to do or checking up on something two or three times at once. A slight nod acknowledged her boss when he found himself to her office, saying goodbye in a polite manner. It seemed that he was still on the subject of getting her to come, but she ignored him and kept on with her work. Sage wasn't a particularly cold woman, but she had her moments - especially after already expressing disinterest in something. <br><br>Sage would spend the next three hours until the clock struck eight o'clock for her to leave. She had clocked in four hours of overtime and didn't even notice the time had flown by. She wasn't getting paid extra for the overtime, but wanted to have less to do on a friday when she could have the entire weekend to herself. With a sigh of relief, she shut off her computer and cleaned up her office before grabbing her briefcase and heading out the door. <br><br>The elevator ride was quiet, peaceful, and somewhat unsettling. It was late and no one was present in the building except for the few security guards that hung around to watch over the building at night. Her car was the only one in the lot, not a big shower of money she was, but it was something. Sage quickly got herself into the black car and started up her radio to listen to a few of her favorite classic rock tunes. Jimi Hendrix came on in full blast playing Foxy Lady - one of her favorites that no one else knew about it. Her music tastes, food, clothing, books, and other hobbies - they were all a private matter for her own and hers alone. <br><br>There was never any real reason to share this her boss or any of her co-workers. <br><br>It was no later than 8:30 by the time she arrived at her two bedroom studio apartment in the heart of San Francisco. It was surprising how quickly she got there, knowing that the traffic should be horrific navigating around downtown, but she made there in a timely fashion. Parking her car in the building garage, she used her card key to gain access to the elevator and to her front door. Sage lazily opened her door, kicking off her heels in the process before closing the door behind her. She was home, finally home - after a long day of nothing but tedious work, she was home.<br><br>The lights were quickly dimmed and her clothes stripped from her body as she began to lay out her pillows for her ritual. Plush and satin black sheets were laid in the middle of the living room, followed by her pillows that she laid out in a circle. She ran to her storage and dragged out a bin full of scented candles, laying them in the center and lighting them one by one. This was a typical night for her, ignoring food or other needs - but taking her clothes off and setting up for ritual.<br><br>This night would be unlike any other night. She would conjure up a demon - a hell dog to be precise, it wasn't meant to attack anyone or cause harm. She just wanted to see if she could. Sage lay legs crossed as she sat there with her eyes closed. A strange wind picked up through her home, gently blowing the flame amongst the candles and rustling the curtains near her windows. With a deep breath, she hummed to herself before chanting in a latin tongue.<br><br><em>Et egressus est ab eo daemonium . Adplica quoque ad voluntatem meam solus , et meam . Ad totem hanc Ligatis et submitteret ut essetis mei.* </em><br><br>The harsh wind swept through, blowing her hair around into a swirl, then the fire surged through the candles - circling in the middle, but leaving her unharmed. Sage opened her eyes quickly and were met with a pair of icy blue eyes, sharp white fangs, and a frightening snarl. Her heart skipped a beat as she was met the one she had summoned. The demon was binded, but only for a moment as it struggled to break free. She was confused - the demon was supposed to submit immediately to her will, but it did nothing but try to break free to kill her.<br><br><strong>"FUCK!"</strong> Sage panted, pushing herself back as each shackle binded to the dogs ankles were broken. The demon watched her closely, barking at sudden movements. Sage did not have anything to protect herself and her spells of healing would pose no use to her now. <br><br><hr><hr><strong>Translations:</strong> "Let the demon come forth. Summon for my will and mine alone. Bind him to this totem and let his submission be mine."</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-04-2015, 10:09:05</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://fitness.bf-1.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/1525.jpg)</div><hr><br><strong>"You know there ain't no rest for the wicked!<br>Moooooney don't grow on treeeeees!<br>We got bills to pay!<br>We got mouths to feed!<br>And ain't nothing in this world for freeeeeee!!<br>No we can't slow down!<br>We can't hold back!<br>Though you know...we wish...we cooooouuuuld.<br>No there ain't no rest for the wicked...<br>Until we close our eyes for good."</strong><br><br>The music played for a bit more before fading out, and Santiago chuckled deeply into the microphone, really selling the <em>wicked</em> focus of the song before hopping down off the stage and ordering himself another drink. He enjoyed coming out and having a good time with his employees. Most of them anyway. Even his friends from outside of work were here. It was a good night to be had by all, and while most of them knew not to get too drunk since they had work tomorrow, he was sure he'd get a few sick calls the next day. But it was all in good fun, and a few people missing work to nurse hangovers wouldn't bring business to a halt. <br><br>Just make fun stories for later. He didn't know how many songs he'd done, or how many any of them had done really...except Fitzsimmons. His limit was three, and he was about to reach it in the next few minutes. Time really did fly when you were having fun, and it had been over an hour already. Wiping a light sheen of sweat off his face from the spotlights, he sat at the bar and guzzled down his whisky, only to get a second and a third in under a minute. A harsh release of breath came out on the third as he smiled at the bartender. <strong>"Goes down smooth."</strong> That got a good laugh from the woman as he spun on his stool and got ready to plug his ears. <br><br>Only for his stomach to trouble him. He'd never felt this before. No...he had, just not for a very long time. Standing up, he stumbled to the bathroom and convinced the others he was just having a bit of stomach trouble, but it was far from that. What he felt was a disturbance between the realms. Earth and Hell were connected; Earth was the nexus between everything so to speak. And normally the barriers between it and other planes of existence was subverted all the time. Magical creatures coming and going. Being banished and so forth. He could feel this though as a particularly powerful demon was being summoned...by a particularly unskilled summoner. <br><br>And if the demon was allowed to rampage, it would make things very complicated and difficult. He didn't want to have to meet with the other lords because some college kid summoned a Pride Demon that destroyed a city block. Sighing, he went back outside and whispered something to Shirley about a family emergency. <em>Et egressus est ab eo daemonium . Adplica quoque ad voluntatem meam solus , et meam . Ad totem hanc Ligatis et submitteret ut essetis mei.*</em> The words echoed out and into his ears, causing him to shake his head. <strong>"No, no, no, no, no! Don't do it!,"</strong> he hissed to himself.<br><br>&nbsp;He dashed out of the bar and around the corner into a dark alley, somehow conjuring an unlight that surrounded him for a few brief moments. He could sense where the demon was emerging, and with the power of darkness he melded into the shadows. In moments those same shadows allowed him entry into the summoner's home, and he simply appeared as a growing mound of darkness until he stood before her in the guise of Santiago Cruz. He looked beyond the summoner, ignoring her near nudity as he instead focused on the snarling beast (http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/riddick/images/f/fa/Applesauce.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120113195502). <br><br><strong>"Sooooo, you thought it simple to summon a Hell Hound of the 3rd Order with such a flimsy binding? If you could even call it that?"</strong> He bared his fangs at the creature, and it cowered in submission for a moment before growling again. Looking over his shoulder at the summoner, an eyebrow raised, the eye under it turning a crimson red, glowing ominously in the dim light. <strong>"Ms. Reynolds. Now I see why you keep to yourself so much. We'll talk after this is over...if you'll excuse me."</strong> <br><br>Turning away from her, the remaining light in the room seemed to draw into him while his form started to change. He grew larger, more muscular. His clothes faded away leaving him clad in only dark wisps of black smoke. Eyes turned red and horns grew from his skull. He revealed to her his true, glorious demonic visage.<br><br><div style="text-align: right;">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com//c/Coppertonepretty/326565.png)</div><br>And as soon as a pair of wings sprouted from his back, the Hell Hound broke the binding and lunged at him. Snarling in response, he threw his hands up and slammed into the beast. <strong>"You would dare challenge a Lord of the First Circle?! Meet your doom then!"</strong> Tensing his muscles, he threw the creature against the wall and waited for it to rise. Then looked at Sage like she was a toddler that had gotten stuck with her hands in the cookie jar. <strong>"And I'll deal with <em>you</em> in a moment."</strong><br><br>Turning back to face the hound, he decided he didn't have time to mess around putting animals in their place. When it lunged at him again, a glance was enough to freeze the beast in the air, completely helpless. <strong>"Be gone!"</strong> At his command, the Hell Hound screamed in terror and rage as black flames and blacker smoke appeared around it and banished it back to Hell where it had come from. A snap of his fingers repaired the damage to the apartment, making it look like two demons hadn't just thrown down inside. Then he whirled around to face Sage, still in his true form and a wicked, predatory grin on his face. <br><br><strong>"Strange how I never sensed it before. How I never smelled it on you. You hid it very well."</strong> He was looking her in the eyes one minute, the next he was gone, only to be behind her and delicately dancing his claws over her nearly nude shoulders in some teasing demonic massage. <strong>"You...you're born of Voodoo. It runs strong in you, but potential will only get you so far. You should have died tonight; luckily I was here to clean up this mess. And all because you didn't want to go out for Karaoke."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;The last part he whispered in her ear, his forked tongue darting out to tease at it for only a moment before he'd teleported once again. Now he reclined on her couch, relaxed and with one arm falling over the back. If she looked low, she'd see tantalizing hints of what he could offer beneath the ever present mists he called clothing. <strong>"I'm sure you have questions, Ms. Reynolds. But so do I...so why don't we start talking? See where the night takes us?"</strong><br><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>15-04-2015, 17:47:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/87/7b/79877b23179eb0974beeb767ca448508.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Sage</strong></span> had quite the sight before her. Santiago was in her apartment faster than any help could ever find itself, standing and growling at the demon she had beckoned. If it was not for her state of shock, she would run and hide away from the both of them. Why was he there? and how did he know? There were questions that engulfed her mind like the dark mist that had taken refuge in her apartment when he arrived. The hellhound snarled, but cowered in his presence. What was he? and why did the animal respond in such a way? Sage reached to her left, grabbed a blunt object from her end table and held it close to her chest - not that it would do any good. She didn't expect her boss to hurt her, but she also didn't expect him to show up when he did. <br><br>He made a remark to the bindings she had given the hound, but it was not her fault for them. Sage only spoke the spell, but apparently it was not strong enough to hold the demon at bay. The hellhound was supposed to submit to her, but instead showed its aggressive primal nature. The young witch was angry with herself, embarrassed that he of all people were there to help her. The scene continued until the hellhound was sent back to hell and Santiago stood naked in her living room. Sage quickly tensed up and kept the object close to her body as he walked towards her. Who the hell was this man and why was he there? How did he know? Where did the demon go? These were questions which would've been perfect for her to ask at that moment, but she kept quiet.<br><br>The girl couldn't help but remember him saying "I'll do with you in a moment". It frightened her, what exactly did he mean by it when he said it? <strong>"What the hell are you?"</strong> she would soon ask, but the slither of his tongue when he was near caused to her to shudder something fierce. The demon before her was no longer 'Santiago' he had to have a real name, he wasn't human - she could see this now. Sage was the curious type, especially for one dabbling in dark arts when she had very little experience in it. She knew her naive experiment would eventually cause trouble, but never to this extent.<br><br>The tall, dark, tattooed, and horned man - that was once human - watched her from her couch, sprawled out casually as if he were used to humans seeing him in this state. Sage, still dressed in her black lingerie - walked in a curious manner towards him. Her face showed little emotion, except for the anxious manner of knowing who and what he was. <strong>"Santiago?"</strong> she would call his human name, but lean down until she sat on her knees in front of him. The sprawled out satin sheets and pillows still laid perfectly untouched. This is where she sat, watching him carefully. <br><br>With hands placed neatly in her lap, she stared down out of embarrassment and then back to him, though her heart could not handle the sight in front of her. The demon was attractive. He was tall - much taller than she was, muscular - showing his true strength, his dark red eyes seemed to almost pierce her from afar, his horns were strong and un-touched, and his tail - enticed her. <br><br><strong>"I need answers...why are you here?"</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-04-2015, 18:51:47</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com//c/Coppertonepretty/326565.png)</div><hr>As a demon, he was blessed(hehehe) with many gifts, powers, and abilities. So even though his attention was focused on the Hound, he noticed her clearly grabbing something to use as a makeshift weapon and sidling away from the fight. She was smart(the weapon was futile but it was the effort that counted). <br><br>She was clearly scared as he could smell the fear emanating from her in delicious waves...as well as a soft hint of her perfume. But for the most part she remained calm and didn't panic. It wasn't much she could do to go screaming from her apartment, arms waving and yelling about demons fighting it out in her living room though so maybe that was the reason. She didn't drop her makeshift club as he approached her. Good call. <br><br>Even though he'd saved her from a demon...he was a more powerful demon. There was no telling what he could do or what he wanted. And she <em>was</em> just clad in skimpy lingerie. He couldn't help the smoldering embers that were his eyes looking at her with lust, passion, and want. She'd seen the way Santiago looked at her at work. But there was nothing wrong with a man appreciating the beauty of a woman. This was the same concept except...much more personal. She asked <em>what</em> he was on the way to the couch, and he shrugged, smiling at her mischievously and showing off his fangs. <br><br>His eyebrow rose in amusement at her choice of words. <strong>"What the...<em>Hell</em> am I? Well aren't you a smart, sexy, inquisitive little thing? I could just <em>eat you up</em>,"</strong> he said with a wink. <strong>"I think the answer to that is quite obvious though, don't you?"</strong> It was true that he sat there, clearly a Hellkin of some power.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm a demon. More appropriately a Lord of Hell. I'd give you my full title but it's long and quite honestly it makes me sound like a <em>biiit</em> of an asshole. Like those guys you hear about with fifteen titles and all that? Ugh it gets so tedious at times."</strong> Her couch wasn't the most comfortable ever, but he'd sat and slept on molten rocks before so this wasn't bad. <br><br>His eyes watched her, fire seeming to blaze within them as she approached and sat on her knees before him like some unwitting servant. It pleased him to see her on her knees, even if nothing came of it yet. He made a deep, chuckling noise when she used his human name, pointing a clawed finger at the window. <strong>"Out there...out there I'm Santiago Cruz. Here, with a girl who has seen me for what I truly am...you may call me <em>Aurel</em>, Sage."</strong> He hoped she understood that it was only when they were alone like this that she could call him that. Names were power, and even though he'd given her his, Aurel was not his true name. <br><br>It was the name he'd given himself like so many demons did. It meant many things, but one of his favorites was convincing people it meant "Hedonistic One". That always got a rise out of him when they believed him. Looking down at Sage, he licked his lips. Lovely skin, pretty eyes, thick lips and a body he could exquisitely play with all day long. The mists surrounding him promptly faded, leaving only darkened marks upon his skin, like a psuedo shroud that explored where his clothes would be...if he wore any. <br><br>No, now he was fully nude in all his glory and completely unashamed. Running a hand along his thigh, very near to the prize that hung between his legs, he made a cluck noise after she asked why he'd come. <strong>"Is it not enough that I'm here? And you're still alive?"</strong> He could see that it wasn't though, so he sighed and continued. <strong>"I felt the summoning, and I sensed immediately it would go bad. I came her to stop that Hound from breaking out and going on a rampage. When mystical creatures who can't control themselves run amok...it makes things much more difficult for those of us who can."</strong> Sitting up, he leaned forward and stared at her. <strong>"Just how much about the arcane do you actually know?"</strong><br><br><br><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>15-04-2015, 21:36:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/87/7b/79877b23179eb0974beeb767ca448508.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>A</strong></span> faint blush blemished across her smooth skin. Her body was hot with desire of knowledge and anxious to know more about him. He called himself 'Aurel' a name that seemed quite old and no longer used by people of today. Was he perhaps as old as she might think? Maybe Aurel wasn't his real name, but that didn't cross her mind just yet. With a twiddle of her thumbs in place, she looked back to him in the way she might at work. The woman's professional demeanor she often put up for him, was now fully displayed - but quickly breaking down. She wanted to keep her cold and collected look, but the present moment gave no room for such ways. Where was she going to start? Clearly he had made his way into her home, without an address, and now he was sitting stark naked on her leather couch.<br><br><strong>"I was born of Voodoo - my grandmother was a Voodoo Priestess and her mother before that. My mother refused to practice the art and I took interest in at a young age. I have a gift for it, healing mostly - but I wanted to dabble with dark magic."</strong><br><br>Her eyes examined his physique, taking in everything as it was. Was he a seduction demon of some sort? She couldn't tell, but felt a strange aura coming from him - perhaps he was a Incubus. The thought was intriguing, but frightening - Sage still remained calm with all she had gotten herself into. <br><br><strong>"I'm safe now, you don't have to be here. But I'm curious - how old are you exactly? What kind of demon are you? Will you kill me?"</strong><br><br>She sounded a bit naive and perhaps asking him questions would be disrespectful to a demon, but she didn't know where to start and where to stop. This was new to her, as was the dark arts. Sage wasn't going to let this opportunity pass her by.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-04-2015, 22:18:15</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com//c/Coppertonepretty/326565.png)</div><hr>When she blushed, not only did he see the red shade spread across her skin. He heard her heart rate increase. He smelled that hint of arousal beginning to flow from her. Inwardly the devil grinned. It wouldn't be long before she serviced him, and what a service it would be. He almost couldn't wait. As the pair looked at one another, he couldn't help but wonder about her ancestry. <br><br>Were her progenitors powerful voodoo priests and priestesses? Shamans of the Loa? How deeply did the gift run within her? Any novice could summon a Hell Hound, but she summoned one of the Third Order. Not the most powerful of all time, but definitely powerful enough to require her own magic to summon it, not just the magic from the incantation itself. His eyes darted to her thumbs twiddling in her lap. This girl would make a horrible poker player; her tells were everywhere and painfully obvious. But this wasn't an ordinary situation. He'd give her a little credit. His tail began to flicker up and down, back and forth, slowly and in an almost hypnotic rhythm.<br><br>&nbsp;Sometimes he swore the thing had a mind of it's own. Maybe that was why the appendage had ended up inside so many women? As she explained her families history, he nodded along, muttering small "mmhm's" and "ahhh's" as she went. He didn't speak yet, and was content with letting her eyes wander over his body. He wanted her to get a good, long, <em>hard</em> look. He couldn't read minds, so he couldn't know what she was thinking, but he liked to think himself a good reader of <em>people</em> so he had a few ideas. <strong>"I can sense the latent magic within you. It's strong...<em>very</em> strong. Although you're not ready to try real dark magic yet. Not with so little training and experience. Do us both a favor and don't attempt anything like this again until you've...studied a bit more."</strong> <br><br>After looking him over, and trying pitifully to keep that stern demeanor she always had at work, she pointed out how with her safe, he didn't need to remain. That was true, but he didn't feel like leaving quite yet.&nbsp; Then she asked about his age, what he was...if he held her life in his hands. He leaned forward even more, letting out a deep and demonic sounding chuckle. A laugh that actually reverberated not just in her chest, but within Sage's soul.&nbsp; <strong>"Right you are. I could leave anytime I want. And be out of your hair. And we could go right back to being Mr. Cruz, CEO. And Ms. Reynolds. His assistant. That won't work for either of us though, I have a feeling."</strong> <br><br>Slowly reaching his hand out, one of his fingers lifted a lock of her hair, then twirled it around as if playing with it. <strong>"You're very inquisitive. I like that. So I'll oblige you a few answers to your questions. It's hard for a human to comprehend my age. However I have been in existence since before the time of Christ."</strong> His smile didn't disappear. If anything it seemed to draw her in, and he tugged ever so softly on her hair as he got another finger tangled in it. <strong>"If you've attempted black magic, then I'm assuming you at least know some classifications of demons? I am what is known as a "Hell Lord", or a Prince of the Realm. Suffice to say I am a very old, very powerful creature who holds sway over a large percentage of Hell itself. You're lucky to be in my presence since you' just a human."</strong> <br><br>Somehow without her noticing, his entire hand now held her long hair in its grip, and he was slowly pulling her towards the couch and his lap. The process was tortuously slow. So slow in fact she'd probably think she was doing it on her own, until he gave a playful tug. <strong>"Whether I'll kill you or not...that still remains to be seen. I <em>am</em> a demon after all. Reputation to uphold, yadda yadda. However, consider this. Even though I came to stop the Hound. I could have just as easily let it kill you to eliminate the potential problem, and then banish it. But I saved you. And now I'm telling you things most mortals won't even believe. Oh...and I haven't killed you yet so chances are good you'll be fine if you keep doing what you're doing. "</strong> He smiled and laughed again, his voice dimming the candles and sounding like multiple, deep baritones and altos all at once. He tugged on her hair again, and his cock twitched in response. His tail, idly twirling about until now slithered down and started to stroke up and down the side of her thigh. Sage had just made another friend it seemed. <br><br><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>16-04-2015, 06:22:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/87/7b/79877b23179eb0974beeb767ca448508.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>An</strong></span> unsettled feeling entered her gut, but she wasn't sure if it was just her nervous or if it was a warning. His fingers twirled in her hair slowly, beckoning her it seemed as she moved her face forward to lean into him. This was her boss after all, but something wasn't quite clicking with her intuition. A jolt ran up her spine and a deep shudder left her lips. It was almost as if a pale cold breeze had broke through her room, but there was no wind - only a flicker to bother the fire lit candles. Words seemed to form in her mind, but never able to find its way to her tongue to speak. She was frustrated, because she knew something was wrong - but she couldn't voice against it. He was seducing her, slowly, calmly and her body was willing to do whatever he wanted. <br><br>What if he did decided to kill her after he used her? She was scared to all hell, but the stubborn woman was too proud to let him know. Aurel could probably sense it, she was a demon and human's often wore their feelings - as the saying says. She never wanted to be the kind of person that was easy to figure out, but he was doing a damn good job at making her feel like they were the only two left in the world. There she was - a twenty-five year old woman at a demons beck and call. How would her mother react? Knowing that the girl she raised in the church, was secretly practicing an age old magic and now at the hands of a demon who just happened to be her boss?<br><br>The situation was strange, but too good to be true. Perhaps she wanted this, needed this - it was uncertain for only a moment.<br><br>His tail caressed her thigh, making small goosebumps raise to give her smooth, unblemished skin, a beautiful texture. <strong>"What's...happening?"</strong> she would only mutter, her voice soft; hinting at her hidden submissive side that she kept to herself for so long. She watched him closely, eyes causing her skin to crawl - but not in a creepy manner, she was suddenly very much longing to feel his touch - his taste.<br><br>Sage lingered at his hungry cock that was presenting itself in such a manner, she was so sure that she could feel it before it was anywhere near her. Her mouth watered, as if she hadn't touched food in days - weeks even. She longed to wrap her soft lips over the massive girth of his cock and drink him dry until he begged her to stop. Was it possible to make a demon bend at the knee by her touch? It was an alluring thought, one she was willing to try.<br><br>Her hands placed themselves in front of her, crawling until she was near his cock - nose to nose. She looked at him for a sign, but ignored anything he might say or do. With a gentle spring of her hand, she grasped the throbbing penis into her hand, squeezing it to watch it pump. A gentle lick swept across her full lips and her head bent forward to kiss the tip. She moaned into it, as though it was masturbating her without even trying. There was certainly something quite different with the way demons felt and human males did to her. It was apparent that addiction was well on its way.<br><br>Finally, her lips parted to give way for his entry, swallowing him whole and deepthroating him until the entirety of his length disappeared down her throat. She longed to be fucked in her skull, used like a doll - the doll he made her feel like with just a simple touch.<br><br>Sage had no idea what she was in for.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-04-2015, 07:07:13</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com//c/Coppertonepretty/326565.png)</div><hr>Try as she might, he had been alive too long, done too much, seduced too many women. He'd pleasured and pleased the fairer sex for centuries back in hell before even coming to Earth, and once he arrived the process never stopped. Sometimes he would keep a women for quite a while, and others he would have a new conquest every day, if not twice a day.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd had a dry spell as of late, because he was actually focusing on work and making the business better. But now with Sage literally kneeling before him, he felt that spark reignite. Something about her made him want her. it wasn't just her lovely skin, or her silky hair. It wasn't purely the physical things, even though they helped. No. Her stubbornness, her persistence. Her refusal to accept anything fun or naughty into her life. Taking this hard working, dedicated, straight laced girl and turning her into a sex puppet was something he would enjoy immensely. She would too; that was a guarantee on his end.<br><br>&nbsp;He could see that strong facade of hers was already fading. She was his and didn't even know it.<strong>"Soooooo lovely,"</strong> he cooed in a tone that made her feel special, like she was his and his alone. Like she was his entire universe. She finally snapped out of her little trance, asking what was happening. Just how could he answer that question? Did he tell her she was falling for a demon? Would he tell her he was using skills honed from years beyond years of doing this exact thing? He'd state the obvious. <strong>"Nothing except you and I having a little chat. And this isn't on company time, so it's off the record and strictly confidential."</strong> <br><br>With his free hand he zipped his lip and threw away the key. A gesture that was hollow and empty but gratifying all the same he found. She was still resisting his charms a bit, but when her eyes lowered to gaze at his cock and stayed there, he knew the last bit of her armor was chinking. Soon she would be his mind, body, and soul. To do with whatever he pleased; living to serve his carnal needs. In return he would give her more pleasures and gifts than she could imagine. After all, one didn't become a Hell Lord by being completely brutal and heartless. <br><br>Well one could, but one who used such crass methods often experience bloody ends to pitiful reigns. Much better to charm. No one willingly goes against someone they like. With his subtle hints, and the pulls on her hair, something unleashed in Sage and he nodded in approval as the chocolate goddess fell to all fours and crawled closer. Goooood, gooooood. He watched her watch him, saying nothing and moving not an inch as she got closer. He was tingling with anticipation and excitement, wondering what her first move would be.<br><br>&nbsp;He made a pleasured, and knowing hint of a laugh when her hand wrapped around his shaft and began to squeeze it within her grasp. Even the delicate hand of a woman after so long was magic. But there was more. There was <em>always</em> more. His fingers continued to play in her hair while she leaned forward and kissed his crown. It made her moan, and it would make her do more. Soon the entirety of his cock vanished inside her mouth and throat. <br><br>Once he was to the hilt, his tail slithered around and slapped her across an ass cheek, making it jiggle in the semi-darkness. Then the hand on the back of her head started to push her down in a rhythmic motion. Down, then release, down, release. He didn't even need to move. He was slowly fucking her face, and before the night was over she'd be begging for more. More he just might give her...if he was feeling generous. <strong>"How long have you dreamed of me? Or was tonight the first time thoughts of m danced through that dirty little mind of yours?"</strong> He knew his dick was stuffed in her mouth. If she wanted to answer, she'd have to pull off and speak. But she'd need to hurry, as he wouldn't wait long before sliding his cock back where it belonged. <br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>16-04-2015, 07:42:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/87/7b/79877b23179eb0974beeb767ca448508.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>It</strong></span> was apparent that any struggle would go unheeded and the demon's wishes would be granted regardless. His size was massive, unlike anything she had ever dealt with before. Most women would love a chance to be used and fucked by a cock as large as his, but his size alone scared her - but she didn't stop. Sage gagged and tried to pull away as he mercilessly fucked her down her throat like she was a wanton virginal girl. The corners of her eyes watered to tears, causing her to look up in a plea for him to ease on her. He may or may not heed her distress, but somehow it made the woman wetter between her legs.<br><br>Aurel questioned her want of him, but she wasn't sure how to answer. If she gave him the wrong answer, would he take it out on her and fuck her until she gave him the right answer? Or would he kill her immediately if she did not answer the way she was supposed to. The last thing she wanted was to make another demon angry, especially one that was penetrating her throat like it was the entrance into her tight cunt. <br><br>She managed to pull away from a brief moment, swallowing and catching her breath in the process. <strong>"No - Aurel...it never crossed my mind...I never thought..."</strong> suddenly she had the urge to touch herself - was it him that was doing this to her? The woman hadn't masturbated in months, there was never any reason to. Any stress or anger she had, she took out on her rituals and studies. But now, her fingers explored her budding clit and silky soft lips to her cunt. She was wet and rightfully so.<br><br>A faint blush pinched her cheeks and her eyes met with his once again. A soft moan came through and her lip was quickly bitten when she was unsure of how to react or say to him how she felt. <strong>"Please...Aurel, we shouldn't do this...please leave..."</strong> but her words were found breathless and without actual meaning.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-04-2015, 08:17:07</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com//c/Coppertonepretty/326565.png)</div><hr>Sage was right in thinking that at this point, she basically had no say in the matter. Even if she hadn't willingly come to him, his cock would have ended up with her saliva coating it and her throat muscles trying to coax the delicious, demonic seed from within. The pace picked up just a bit, but not more than she could handle. As he looked down and saw water beading at the corners of her eyes, he slowed just a bit, but not much.<br><br>&nbsp;He continued to fuck her mouth, and would do so until he was satisfied. After all, a little pain never hurt anyone. And his tail continued to tease her. Sliding up and down her thigh, sliding to her inner thigh and toward her honeypot before trailing around and squeezing her ass. He could see in her eyes she wanted to answer him...and she needed to breathe, so he allowed her off of his cock, but slowly stroked it while she spoke. When she admitted she'd never even thought of the two of them together, his grin broke into a full on smile that showed off the fangs in his mouth. <br><br><strong>"You dirty, naughty bitch. You never even considered you and I? Yet here you are, on your knees between my legs. You didn't even buy me dinner first."</strong> He could smell her arousal, and to test it, his tail slithered under her panties and worked alongside her fingers to pleasure her. She pleaded, asking him to leave and saying they shouldn't do this. Foolish girl. <strong>"Heh. There are sooooooo many things we shouldn't do in this life. Cheat on taxes. Cheat on our spouses. Take advantage of others, etc... But isn't it just <em>so much fun</em> when you realize that...and you do it anyway?"</strong> <br><br>Leaning down, he kissed her for the first time, then pulled away to leave her wanting more. <strong>"You don't really want me to leave, Sage. In fact...you want to put that mouth of yours back on my cock so later, there's a chance I return the favor. And trust me, you've never cum like you'll cum from any part of me. Now back to work, Ms. Reynolds,"</strong> he said, taking on his normal tone from work as his tail pushed inside of her cunt and he pulled her head back toward his waiting cock.<br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>16-04-2015, 16:27:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/87/7b/79877b23179eb0974beeb767ca448508.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Sage</strong></span> cursed to herself from within, she was trapped and had no more excuses left in her. Aurel was a persistent demon, as all should be - especially when their treat wanted to run away. His tail made its way between her legs, rubbing and sliding alongside her fingers as she masturbated in front of him. Sage moaned relentlessly, her body shuddered uncontrollably and any will to fight him soon found itself unable to. She was mad, conscious, and well aware of everything happening to her. But she never felt so damn good in years of sexual experience. He was definitely a demon from hell, making sins sound so good - when they both knew it would get her in trouble. It wasn't that she was a woman of the church, but she feared what might happen to her in the afterlife. She tired to do good in her years, only to dabble in dark magic.<br><br>Now, a demon was in her home - tempting her and she was following through. If she didn't, he would only take it by force, but his seduction was force enough.<br><br>With a kiss of his lips upon hers, it was apparent that he was going to take her no matter what. Soon, her knees became weak and her hands numb. She looked up at him with pleading in her eyes, but they would go unheeded as he began to talk. The demon was right, she didn't really want him to leave - but what did she look like, fucking a demon and becoming his puppet simply because he saved her life? It wasn't right for her to try and summon the hellhound in the first place, but she couldn't help but find that her curiosity got the better of her.<br><br>His words were like a hypnosis, only she knew everything that was happening and no way to stop it or say no. His tail continued to slither around her lips until it finally broke through her tight cunt. A gasp left her lips and her mouth found its way back to his cock. But sucking it proved more difficult now, her pussy became wetter, easier than normal. Her face was hot and heavy and her moans were not hidden by the stuffing of his cock, but only muffled so that he could hear them clearly. <br><br>Sage let her head bob and weave until she felt pre-cum coat her throat, letting his cock slide down easier. Her neck would expand to show him just how much of a good girl she truly was and how easy it was to manipulate her body that she abandoned for so long. The girl finally couldn't take any more torture, she lifted her head, hands pressed firmly on the demon's muscled thighs. <strong>"I can't do this...Aurel...please"</strong> she begged him.<br><br>But was it a beg for him to stop?</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-04-2015, 18:41:29</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com//c/Coppertonepretty/326565.png)</div><hr>Sage was just like all the others who'd fallen victim to his need for conquest. She was his and no one elses, to do with as he pleased, and to please him for as long as he wanted. She moaned against his tail, unable to help herself. Of course she couldn't. Who could resist such teasing pleasure? He even took joy in the slight shakes traveling through her body as she shuddered and spasmed.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Thaaaaat's a good girl."</strong>&nbsp; If she pleased him, so much would lay before her. And she clearly knew how to please him, even if she acted otherwise. His kiss added another layer to the seduction and perversion he was laying before her. He could see that look of imploring in her eyes, but it was ignored. Most of the time it would be ignored. Not only because he wanted her, but because she wanted him. She wouldn't outright admit it. But he could tell in her heart it was true. <br><br>She'd been focused on his words, and though she was aware of his tail, she was being pulled in by his tone. Until the appendage thrust inside of her sweet little pussy that is. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, and he knew she enjoyed it because she immediately went back to where she belonged; with her lips on his shaft. Even if he hadn't commanded her, he had a feeling she'd have gone back to being a dutiful assistant. She was fucking amazing at this, and he let his head fall back as she worked. He felt pre-cum begin to ooze from the tip, but he was far from finished.<br><br>&nbsp;She would see soon. Looking back down, he saw a bulge in her throat. <em>His</em> bulge. He hadn't seen that visual in a while. He missed it. Finally she pulled off, saying she couldn't do this anymore. Begging him for...<em>something</em>. He turned his head to the side and looked at her for a long moment before huffing. <strong>"Fiiiiine. Never let it be said I'm heartless or inconsiderate. Come here."</strong> Standing up, he gently grabbed her wrists and held them above her head as he pulled her to her feet. <br><br>Then he kissed her again, uncaring that she'd just spent several minutes sucking him for all she was worth. The kiss was magical, and when he pulled back, his tail slurped out of her and slapped her ass again. <strong>"Your turn to have some fun."</strong> Putting his hands under her thighs, he lifted her up so her legs were over his shoulders and her pussy was directly in his face. Then his long, forked tongue licked against her slit and her clit at the same time. <strong>"Tell me honestly if you really want me to leave,"</strong> he teased as he started to eat her out properly. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>17-04-2015, 07:24:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/87/7b/79877b23179eb0974beeb767ca448508.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>If</strong></span> there was a word to describe how she felt, it wasn't coming to her mind. He had a full grasp on her and it was there on display for him to see. Sage knew it, he knew it, and what was she going to do about it? The demon kissed her again, his lips felt like the warmest of days she ever felt. His lips were soft, but his force was aggressive. There was no telling where he might go next, but she could feel his fangs slide against her as he pulled back. She was desperate for more, desperate to feel wanted and used.<br><br>This wasn't like Sage at all.<br><br>Aurel then picked her up with ease, like she was as light as a feather. Then without a breath, she was over his shoulders and her wet cunt was presented to his wanton face. A blush centered around the bridge of her nose and a gasp then left her lips as he let his forked tongue explore her small lips. She had nothing to hold onto except for his horns, but she was too scared to place her hands on them.<br><br>The touch of his tongue caused her head to arch back and a moan to loudly fill the room. <strong>"Oh fuck!"</strong> Yes, she liked it - more than she wanted to admit with so many words. Her body felt weak to his touch and everything made her shiver like no tomorrow. Finally, she gave in and grabbed his horns as tightly as she could while he worked on her cunt. <strong>"Aurel...fuckin...please....I've never...oh fuck.."</strong><br><br>Her cunt became wetter with each flicker of his forked tongue and her hips defied her as she rolled into him. <strong>"I've never...had...this...before - please...please...please...stop."</strong><br><br>Who was she kidding?</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>17-04-2015, 08:03:26</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com//c/Coppertonepretty/326565.png)</div><hr>Realization was dawning on her. Good. She was beginning to understand the position they found themselves in. And soon after she would realize that him feeling good, meant so did she. And if he felt <em>really</em> good, her pleasure could be infinite. The kiss made her heart rate skyrocket, and simply added another check to the list that when completed would signify she was his completely. <br><br>Once she was in the air, she was firmly on his shoulders and his hands gripped her ass firmly so she wouldn't fall. She was rooted, however her upper half was still a bit wobbly. It only got worse when she gasped from the feel of his tongue and started to move ever so slightly. He wondered how long she would take to grab onto his horns for support. It was what they were there for...well not really, but they worked great just the same. <br><br>He just continued to dine on her exquisite pussy and slurp down all the juice that oozed from her. He hadn't expected her to taste so delicious, but he could see her becoming his favorite dining experience for the foreseeable future. She moaned and threw her head back, screaming <em>"oh fuck!"</em> and grabbing his horns more on instinct to keep herself from falling due to the uncontrollable shivers running through her body. He ignored her calling his name; ignored her babbling some nonsense. He just kept it up, and kept gulping her down. <br><br>At one point the fork in his tongue flickered on both ends at the same time. She kept pleading with him, like it would do her any good. She'd learn soon enough that it didn't. He finally stopped though, looking up at her with something resembling kindness in his eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"Alright...I'll stop."</strong> He continued to hold her there though and just looked up at her for a full ten seconds, before dropping his eyes back to the prize before him. <strong>"That seems like long enough, don't you think?"</strong> Before she could answer his tongue was back to it's full length and slithering inside her as deep as it could go. Fuck she tasted good. He kept her hoisted above his head, eating her out for a while longer before lowering her down toward the couch, then dropping her when she was almost down and watching her tits bounce when she landed. <strong>"You don't want this to stop anymore than I do. You can pretend all you want, but my kind invented lies. You can't fool me, Sage."</strong><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>18-04-2015, 10:36:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/87/7b/79877b23179eb0974beeb767ca448508.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>If</strong></span> Sage wasn't in the state of mind that she was, she would laugh directly at the demon's face. Though, laughing and mocking a demon might prove a bad choice in the end for her. Instead she stared at him as she was let down onto the couch. She couldn't really understand why he thought it was she was lying, well - she was partially, but she didn't want to go through with his commands. Sage had no choice and he knew she had no choice, but he was a demon after all and that was what demons did.<br><br>They would prod and tempt until the victim finally gave in. Demons that sought out sexual pleasures were the worst of them all, at least by her standards. Her deepest, darkest desires were being laid out in front of her and he was using them to best of his advantage. She would've never thought that his tail would pose as such an intriguing sexual object, his forked tongue to make her shudder and beckon to his commands, and his voice seducing her slowly as she gave in.<br><br>There was something about this, Aurel, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. With the short amount of time she had to think for herself, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen when she returned to work the next day. Would she remember? Would he make her forget? Would he take advantage of the submissiveness she had shown tonight? <br><br><strong>"Even if I do say I want you to stop, you won't...will you?"</strong> she would ask in a defiant tone, but stare directly between his legs at this massive cock. How big was that thing? Would it split her in two? Maybe she wanted to be thrown around and fucked until she couldn't stand anymore. Maybe that was his plan and she would go to work unable to sit or walk properly. This woman needed a release and maybe this demon would give it to her.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>18-04-2015, 21:34:18</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com//c/Coppertonepretty/326565.png)</div><hr>Sage right now he figured was in a state of flux. Where her conscious, stubborn mind didn't want to do what he said; yet her body and her subconscious were fully understanding of what was going on, and wanted everything he could give. No matter what she said, she couldn't change her bodies reaction to him, and that spoke more than words ever could. She was a fighter though, and he respected that. She was trying hard not to succumb to him, when many of his past conquests had surrendered to him almost immediately. <br><br>This would be very, very fun. And when he finally got her thinking mind to realize how good he was for her; when he got her to the point where she'd sneak into his office for some <em>dictation</em>, and when she'd call him at home, begging to come over and see him during the weekend...then this challenge would be complete. Although, there was a chance he'd continue to play as this creature was so much fun. He looked down at her on the couch, cracking his neck before reaching out a long arm and gently cupping her chin in his fingers. She was so soft, so tender and delicate.<br><br>&nbsp;Yet her will was as strong as steel. Did he laugh at her question? Absolutely. It was pretty funny after all, especially since they both knew the answer before she even asked. She was staring at his cock, so he brought a hand to it and started to pump it up and down; give her a little show at least. After playing with it for her just as much as for him, he rubbed his hands down his chest and stepped closer. He leaned down, kneeling so he was between her legs and his arms were on either side of her.<br><br>&nbsp;Then he pressed his face closer to her ear and whispered...<strong>"no."</strong> He started to plant kisses by her ear, then on her cheek, then those lips that he couldn't get enough of, even if he wouldn't admit it. His tail was busy too, deftly pulling her panties off and letting them drop to the floor. As his lips descended to her nipples, he pressed the crown of his impressive cock against her slit. She was dripping wet, and ready as she'd ever be.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"You are about to experience pleasure like you've never felt before, Sage. Enjoy it why don't you."</strong> Slowly so as not to break her, he pushed in. He grunted with the effort because this girl was tight, but he continued and looked at her face the whole time. Once his heavy balls were pressed against her, he slowly started to pump in and out, to get her used to his whole length. <strong>"I bet you're glad I showed up now,"</strong> he chirped in self confidence, knowing she would love the feeling of him filling her up inside.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 06:56:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/87/7b/79877b23179eb0974beeb767ca448508.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The</strong></span> reality now was that she wasn't getting away from the demon. Her reality was now his and she would do anything he asked of her - even by force. Sage would try to push herself deeper into the couch, almost to have it swallow her if it meant getting away from him - but that didn't work. She shuddered when he kneeled down beside her to whisper into her ear and everything she thought was just a sick dream, was now real. Her eyes locked to this, deep red and brooding, trying to estimate his next move. What did the demon want with her?<br><br><strong>"Aurel...you sick bastard.."</strong> she whined as it was setting in on what he was going to do with her.<br><br>The demon told he she would experience something she had never before experienced sexually. She wanted to laugh, but it wasn't the time. The entire situation was something she had never experienced before. Playing with dark magic and now becoming a sexual slave to a demon? The demon that had been her boss for so long and she never sensed it. But how was she going to sense it? She had no way of telling who was a demon and who was human. In fact, she didn't even think demons would leave amongst mortals in the first place.<br><br>This meant that he was indeed strong, old, and powerful.<br><br>Sage gasped suddenly as the demon pushed himself into her. Her eyes were wide as she peered down to stare between her legs at his massive cock. He was right, she had never experienced anything quite like this. She could feel her cunt prying to stretch and squeeze his girth, but it was almost painful in its process. <strong>"Oh...fuck..."</strong> her breathing heaved up and down, hands grasping anything she could find - trying to rip it from its seams.<br><br><strong>"Please...mm...please...please Aurel...don't do..this.."</strong><br><br>The demon began to fuck her slowly, making her feel every inch of the only thing that made him virtually human. Sage bit her lip all the while looking up at him for mercy. She must have known what that look might do, because it was definitely not getting her out of trouble.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 20:28:21</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com//c/Coppertonepretty/326565.png)</div><hr><br>Silly girl. She tried to get away. That one actually hurt a little bit, but not too much to slow him down. As his deep voice floated into her ear, she looked at him; he could see her resolve weakening in her gaze. Damn he wasn't sure just what made this one so strong, but he did love a good challenge. It would make plowing her for hours on end because <em>she</em> begged for it so much sweeter when it finally happened.<strong>"It's like you know me already, Sage. But yes. I am a <em>very</em> sick puppy. You'll learn just how much in time."</strong> <br><br>His reasons were a mystery to her. Why he was here on Earth and not back in the Hell that could actually be a paradise if you knew how things worked. She didn't know why he did anything he did or why he'd chosen her to pleasure him until he wanted a new toy. And she wouldn't, not for a while at least. He would have his fun, and if she proved herself worthy of him, as a good girl who could follow orders and take a bit of initiative; well eventually he'd tell her everything. <br><br>What she did from there was up to her. Everything he'd said and done seemed to keep her docile and in thought; until he was inside her of course. And once he was it felt like the best decision of his life. But then he felt the same every time he did this. She wasn't used to his size, and that didn't matter. She'd become acclimated after he fucked her good for a while. He laughed while her hands went every which way, just trying to find something to hold onto. A few times they found him and he wondered if she was just going to grab him and pull him closer.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Oh fuck is right,"</strong> he grunted and forced more inside her. <strong>"How are you so tight, Sage? This is unusual, but you won't find me complaining."</strong> This pussy was amazing, and he knew she felt the same way about his cock that was plunging in and out of her like a piston. She started moaning soon, and though she was telling him to stop; the way she said it, how she said it asked him something else.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"You're determined, I'll give you that. Even though you want to give in, you're <em>still</em> trying to fight it?"</strong> He pushed himself all the way in, then leaned down and his tongue flicked out to brush against her nipple. <strong>"Sage. Look at me, look inside you, feel me inside you and tell me honestly you don't want me to fuck you until you cream on my cock. Tell me you won't want to lick it off and have me eat you out again."</strong> He wasn't moving inside her, but his cock was large and he started to flex it, making it pulse against her walls. <strong>"Tell me the truth."</strong><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>20-04-2015, 08:39:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/87/7b/79877b23179eb0974beeb767ca448508.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>She</strong></span> shook her head in defiance as he pressed into her harder, leaving his cock penetrated deep within her as he got closer to her face. She pouted and groaned from the pain she feeling, then his light flexes made her arch her back unwilling into him. Any deeper and it would feel that she was going to get thrusted right through her cervix. <strong>"Aurel..."</strong><br><br>Her eyes were staring at him, but showed nothing but submission and vulnerability. She was heading for that headspace - subspace, some would call it. Her words were not forming, but her eyes rolled to the back of her head to indicate that she was in a euphoric state. His cock felt so good in her tight cunt, but hurt all the same. She was starting to have an appreciation for pain and pleasure conjoining to make for an intense experience.<br><br>Sage wrapped her arms around his thick muscular neck and pulled him down so that they were inches away from touching at the lips. Her eyes never left his red gaze, but her hips began to buck and roll into him, pulling his cock in further. <strong>"Fuck me..."</strong> she breathed sensually before locking lips to his, moaning in its wake as she bit his lip to urge him on.<br><br>The woman's pent up sexuality and hidden fetishes were now being exposed before her logical mind could stop it.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>20-04-2015, 09:15:37</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com//c/Coppertonepretty/326565.png)</div><hr><br>She made the cutest little defeated face. The one that said, "I can't do anything about this...maybe I can at least enjoy it?" And when she groaned, it sent a slight vibration traveling throughout her body. That was new. New as well as nice. He'd have to make her groan more often. More fucking would probably get the desired result. Even if it didn't, it's not like he needed an excuse to fuck her more. He was probably already addicted tot his sweet little piece of human ass. Not that he'd ever tell her.<br><br>&nbsp;No, if there was talk of addiction, she'd spill the beans that she needed him. Even though he wasn't fucking her fully, she pushed up into him and there was another inch inside her. Fuck. How was she not a sex queen by now? She said his name; well more of a moan that sounded like his name than anything. <br><br><strong>"Hmmmmmm?"</strong> He looked down at her, matching her gaze with one of his own. In his eyes laid looks of domination and lust; and was that just a <em>hint</em> of caring? He'd never tell. <strong>"Say my name again you sexy little tease."</strong> Suddenly her arms were around his neck, and with surprising strength, especially for a human woman, she pulled his down so their lips were almost touching. They looked so soft. <br><br>They continued to stare, and as her legs locked around his back and she pulled him deeper inside him, she finally gave a command he'd actually listen to. She told him to fuck her, and his eyes seemed to burn even brighter with a new found intensity. <strong>"Mmmmpf!"</strong> That was about the only noise he could make with their lips practically fused together. It was enough though and her wish was his command. His hips started pumping into that sweet, tight little hole that he'd spend a good deal of the foreseeable future getting acquainted with.<br><br>&nbsp;It seemed she had fully committed, which meant now the real fun could start.&nbsp; He smiled as they continued to fuck, knowing between his cock inside her and her tongue wrestling with his, she wouldn't notice his next trick. A bit of magic on his end drenched his tail in lubricant, just in case everything leaking from Sage wasn't enough already, then after hovering at the chocolate star of her backside, it slowly pressed against the hole and started to push in. He had to be slow on this one, but the pleasure she'd feel had him pretty confident she wouldn't say no. Hell she'd probably tell him to keep going. He hoped it was the latter; then he wouldn't have to ignore her.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>21-04-2015, 19:45:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/87/7b/79877b23179eb0974beeb767ca448508.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Was</strong></span> there a word to describe the incredible feeling of complete sexual obedience? Never before did she ever think about anal and now his tail was perversing another hole. She felt anew, a virgin girl discovering what could really turn her on. Her eyes went low, in that sensual beckoning way. She wanted him to really force himself on her, but he was sort of gentle. Maybe he had to be, she was human after all and his cock was bigger than any normal human male on this planet. <br><br><strong>"Mm...Aur...Aurel..."</strong><br><br>Her voice was innocent, sweet, and tainted with lust. The demon was doing quite the number on her. With each stroke, she could feel his entire length plunging into her depths, going as far as it could go. She looked up at him with bright eyes, wanting him to hurt her. But it wasn't the kind of hurt that would make her afraid to sleep for nights to come. She wanted to feel wanted in the most selfish and meanest of ways. <br><br><strong>"You're...too..gentle...mmmm."</strong><br><br>She was definitely asking for it, something she should've thought through before opening her mouth.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>22-04-2015, 06:31:50</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com//c/Coppertonepretty/326565.png)</div><hr><br>She'd been getting used to him this whole time. Becoming adjusted to his length and girth; her pussy was forming around his massive cock and could now take much more than it had been capable of a few minutes ago. That was good for him; her too. She'd find out why soon. His tail started to pump in and out of her faster, and like his cock he could feel the sensations running through the nerve endings. She was even tighter back there.<br><br>&nbsp;As he performed the impressive feat of DP'ing Sage all by himself, she tripped over her words and finally got his name out in husky moan. She still sounded like the polite, hard working girl from before, but there was a clear dripping want in her inflection now. Before she even said anything, he'd started to pump into her with more vigor, more force. And then she said it. What she said next caused an almost ominous grin to stretch across his face, and the room got just a bit darker.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"I've been waiting for you to say something like that all night. And now that you have; you might want to hold on for what comes next."</strong> His tail plunged into her as deep as she could take it, bordering the line between pleasure and pain and giving her a sensation unlike anything she'd felt before. And that sensation was added upon as he started fucking her with reckless abandon, slamming his dick in and out of her like a jackhammer. He was certain to never hurt her <em>too</em> much, but now she'd realize the door she'd opened with that last comment, and how it could never close again. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>23-04-2015, 20:29:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/87/7b/79877b23179eb0974beeb767ca448508.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Sage</strong></span> clung to his back as he hoisted her to make his thursts that more prominent. There was a slight pain, pressure, but the pleasure was still there. It was intense and he was unrelenting. Her body shuddered, shivered, and wiggled underneath him. Her voice was high, sweet, and full of lust. There were so many things running through her body that she couldn't concentrate. Sage almost hated the way he made her feel. Weakness was not something she would let herself ever get to, but he knew her to drive her their.<br><br><strong>"Oh fuck...fuck...fuck...Aurel please!"</strong><br><br>Her pussy twitched and sucked on his cock, devouring more and more of his length. She was so close, yet it felt like it would never come. It drove her mad, she wanted it harder, but any harder would hurt more than she could handle. His tail perversing her tight ass made the sensation to cum that much greater. She wanted to be slapped, pinched, bitten, and called the dirtiest names in the book. But she wasn't ready to let that be known. But she wanted to cum, badly.<br><br><strong>"Aurel...I'm going to cum...ooo...mmm"</strong><br><br>He could feel her getting wetter and tightening around him, she was close - very close.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>23-04-2015, 21:10:27</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com//c/Coppertonepretty/326565.png)</div><hr>No matter what a woman said, her body reacted in ways that made denial impossible. She could say she didn't want it, she could say stop, but when she wrapped her arms around his back like Sage was doing now...she...was...<em>his</em>. And maybe it was the fact that Sage was such a strong woman; such a resolute person that he had to wear her down and dominate her. <br><br>He wasn't 100% sure that was it, but this certainly felt sweeter than many of the other times and he savored it deeply. She cried out as he fucked her unmercifully, begging for sweet release. He pondered on whether he should give it to her. She had resisted him in the beginning...but that was where the fun lay. <strong>"Take it all you dirty bitch! I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk!"</strong> She got tighter and tighter as the fucking went on.<br><br>&nbsp;She was close to orgasming, and although he knew he could bring absolutely <em>any</em> woman to one, he always enjoyed the process. As his cock shoved deep into her, his tail pulled out, and as his tail pushed in, his cock slid out. Neither ever left her completely, but working in tandem was something she never experienced before him, and something she would never experience after. If this didn't hook her, nothing would. And if it didn't, well he still had tricks up his sleeve.<br><br>&nbsp;She told him what was about to happen, and he drove himself deep in her with both cock and tail. He leaned down so his lips were by her ear and laughed into it. <strong>"Then cum for me."</strong> He picked the pace up again and plowed her until he felt her pussy spasm on him and her juices coat him. And that was almost too much for him. He lasted a few more minutes before his own orgasm hit, and he came deep within her, never stopping the stroke until he was completely worn out. He stayed inside her when he was done, and grinned down at her. <strong>"You loved it didn't you?"</strong><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>24-04-2015, 07:27:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/87/7b/79877b23179eb0974beeb767ca448508.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>A</strong></span> loud moan, almost a scream, left her lips as she finally let go. His last words put her on edge (could he read minds?) Or maybe he was just a sadistic bastard. Her chest heaved up and down violently as she spazzed, trying to get a hold of her body as it convulsed sensually from her orgasm. It was intense and well deserved, something she needed for quite sometime. Aurel would soon follow behind hers, but she was too worn out to notice. <br><br>How could she talk or even answer the demon who still taunted her after she was done? She didn't understand Aurel and wasn't too keen on finding out more about him now. But the dark arts was what kept her him the house and kept her interest for now. <br><br><strong>"You sick fuck..."</strong><br><br>She managed to finally spat out, but her voice was breathless and heavy - still hinted with sex. Managing to garner any strength she had on reserve, she pushed him to the side and moved off the couch. Standing (which was now somewhat of a challenge), she looked back at him. Her thighs were sticky with their sweat and his cum dripped between her. She felt violated, but she couldn't help but want more of it.<br><br>No, that would be a good idea.<br><br><strong>"You got what you wanted...can you leave now? I have to try and figure out how the hell I'm supposed to be normal tomorrow at work."</strong><br><br>She said this in hopes that maybe he could make her forget the events, but she didn't want to forget - it was almost sinful knowing that her boss was a demon and could teach her things that her mother warned her against.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>24-04-2015, 08:27:08</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com//c/Coppertonepretty/326565.png)</div><hr><br>He laughed almost evily as Sage's orgasm crashed over her like a powerful wave, and he just kept fucking her through the whole thing. Her body spasmed and she screamed and cried out and basically just had the best orgasm of her entire life. He'd stake his horns on it. It was more than just the best orgasm she could ever have though; it was a release for all the pent up emotion and lust she'd been keeping inside. Demons could sense things like that in people, and she'd been so blocked up it was a miracle she could still function properly without a big, hard cock in her life to stir up her insides whenever she needed it. <br><br>Or whenever it's owner <em>wanted</em> her. It seemed his final words were the straw that broke the camels back. She <em>tried</em> to sound angry and insulting, but what he heard was different. She sounded more like she was just bad at dirty talk and wanted him back inside her when he caught his second wind rather than actually calling him sick. He played to what pride she had left though and tilted his head to the side. <strong>"Oh you have absolutely <em>no</em> idea how sick I can be, Ms. Reynolds. You'll find out though; and sooner rather than later I think."</strong> Though she couldn't have pushed him off on her best day without him allowing it, he did allow it, and rolled over to recline in almost the exact same position that had coaxed her to him in the first place.<br><br>&nbsp;And then he just lazily stroked his still wet cock, causing a wet, sensual squelching noise with each up and down motion; he had a feeling that would put a fire back between her legs. He waited until she was looking at him to scoop some of her juice onto the tip of his claw and suck it off. <strong>"Has anyone ever told you how good you taste? Just curious."</strong> He feigned a look of hurt and sadness when she practically tried to kick him out. And after he'd just unlocked so many new roads to pleasure for her.<br><br>&nbsp;He wondered if she knew how many women and men around the world were trying to summon demons like him right now to get what she'd just gotten...and it didn't even cost her anything. Well except the inability to walk straight for a while. He stood, letting his hand fall from his cock and the impressive tool just dangle there. He could go again, but he wanted her to want this. Pushing too hard would be him forcing her beyond what was fun for him. So tonight she could rest and he would go. <strong>"I'll go. But don't lie to yourself, Sage. Even though I started things off, <em>you're</em> the one who crawled over to that couch and started sucking on my cock. It may not have been that way at the beginning, but we both know you got what you wanted as well, even if you didn't know it at the time."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Stretching a bit, purplish mist started to envelop him from the feet up, and in moments he was once again Santiago Cruz, dressed impeccably in a maroon and black three piece suit. Straightening his tie, he smiled at her and clapped his hands together like business was now adjourned. <strong>"I'll see you bright and early tomorrow, Ms. Reynolds. But if you need a bit of time before you come in, I'll understand."</strong> Turning away from her, he started toward her door, only to blur and suddenly be right in her face, with his finger gently nudging her face up toward his. <strong>"Normal is out the window, my dear. But you're a pretty good actor...just try and sell it."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Pushing the few inches separating their faces away, he left her with a steaming kiss, and as his tongue danced with hers, he faded from sight, leaving only purple light and the scent of sex and vanilla behind him. Even though he was gone, his disembodied voice whispered in her ear one last time for the night. <strong>"Dress sexy for me tomorrow, beautiful. You'll be rewarded if you do."</strong> He was standing on the roof of her building, precariously balanced on the edge and looking out over the city with a grin on his face. <strong>"She might be the most fun yet,"</strong> he chuckled before sprouting wings of darkest shadow and flying off into the night.<br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>26-04-2015, 02:11:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/fa918e9aec522eda01226ff02438accf/tumblr_inline_nbiborcRiU1s1g9y0.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>A</strong></span> frustrated sigh escaped her lips as she watched the demon disappear from sight. This wasn't at all how she expected her night to go, but could she complain? Her body felt violated, but great at the same time. She had the best orgasm that anyone could ever give her and now she knew that her boss was a devil of hell. If her mother knew, she would disown her - but would that stop her from being curious? There she stood in the middle of her apartment, naked and soaked in his scent and juices - she wanted to bask in it, but shook her head in defiance at letting herself enjoy the night. <br><br>Sage wanted to understand what she had gone through, looking towards her laptop that lay in wake to research all she could. Who was Aurel? Was that a true Demonic name? Or did have have a different name he didn't want to tell her? <br><br>Strength was not with her today, she merely shrugged and took a shower to get her mind adjusted for the coming day. After getting her things ready for the next workday, she climbed into her King sized bed and wrapped herself in its white satin sheets and jet-black cover. It was going to be a hard nights rest, but she needed to do it. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and dreamt of the perversion that occurred that night, much to her dismay.<br><br>Sleeping well would not be in her favor.<br><br><hr><hr><br>The day would start earlier than normal, possibly from the little sleep she was able to grasp. Instead of a full breakfast that would take her at least 30 mins to make, she simply settled for bagel with cream cheese and coffee. Coffee wasn't her usual cup in the morning, but she needed it to keep her energized for the workload coming her way. But now, now she had to deal with Aurel or Santiago as he is in his human form. She dreaded seeing his face again, but deep down wanted to know as much as she could. Would there ever be a time where they could sit down and talk and would he take advantage of her curiosity?<br><br>Now was not the time to get distracted in such a way.<br><br>After finishing, she left her apartment promptly and headed to work.<br><br>The building was normal as usual, people talking, socializing and getting work done. Many tried to stop and talk to Sage, but as usual, she simply waved them off and said that she was too busy to mingle. Her co-workers tried and never seemed to get past a hello and how are you doing with her. Sage wasn't a cold hearted person, but didn't feel like getting caught in work drama and dealing with people constantly being in her business. <br><br>She had to pass his office on her way to hers and she could see him through a small rectangle window near the door, she wanted to stop and speak with him, but quickly turned her gaze and continued down the hall. Her steps were light, hoping not to disturb him or alert him that she was there. Once inside her office, she turned on her computer and put herself to work.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>26-04-2015, 19:31:59</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5245/5205052144_7937dba918.jpg)</div><hr><br>His home was unsurprisingly what most people would assume of a demon...or hell a CEO. A very large penthouse apartment that was extensively furnished, and everything had a dark tone to it. Dark leathers, wood, art; everything. But it all came together nicely. When he arrived home, he poured himself a glass of wine and sat at the large window overlooking the city. He took several sips until it was gone, and the whole time his mind was thinking on Sage. <br><br>A stroke of dumb luck had opened her mind and body to him, and now he would take his time wrapping her around his finger. He and she both knew how much more she wanted; whether it was simply another fucking, or having the assistance of a powerful demon helping her with her magic. The potential was strong within her, and so was her curiosity. He was basically waiting to see how long it would take before she brought it up to him. He might even teach her a thing or two if she was good. Finally he found his way to bed, and he fell asleep with a big smile on his face. Work would be interesting to say the least when he and Sage both came in later. <hr><hr><br>His eyes snapped open with the sun, and he was immediately filled with purpose and energy. He made some breakfast the old fashioned way as he liked to do things like a human as often as he could. Both to keep himself centered, and to keep others from realizing he was here on Earth. He had no problem with being found out, he just didn't feel like it at the moment. And being a human was fun. It actually made things challenging and fun when you succeeded.<br><br>&nbsp;When he was finished, he headed to work and had some casual small talk with his employees before heading into his office. He got down to business as soon as he was in his chair. Even though he'd like nothing more than mess with Sage. She wasn't here yet, and he still had a company that needed to make money. He couldn't ignore his responsibilities even if it would have been so much fun to do so.<br><br>&nbsp;When Sage finally did arrive, of course he noticed. he didn't say anything though. He kept working and let her go into her own office to get her own work done. He could have called her right then, or just walked into her office. But no. He waited bout an hour and a half before he made a decision on what to do. But he did decide that Sage had had enough time without being in his presence for today. He wanted to see how she was doing. Leaning back in his chair, he hit the page button and called her.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Morning, Ms. Reynolds. Could you see me in my office, please? I want to go over those reports from yesterday with you."</strong> Of course their were no reports, but only he and she knew that. The code wasn't really necessary as it was her direct line, but it felt more fun that way. Leaning back in his chair, he steepled his fingers and waited for her to join him. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>27-04-2015, 18:02:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/fa918e9aec522eda01226ff02438accf/tumblr_inline_nbiborcRiU1s1g9y0.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>A</strong></span> laugh filled the room that she was sure he could hear down the hall if she were loud enough. Did the demon really just fabricate something that never occurred? Where were these reports he was speaking of and why did he use it as a means to call her to his office? Sage simply went through her paperwork as usual, ignoring his call and returning more pressing matters. She wasn't the type to ignore her boss or be defiant, but it was too easy to pass up. Now she knew who exactly this "Santiago" was and treating him like it was everyday at the office just wasn't going to fly with her anymore.<br><br>The workload continued as she got emails in about a new musical recruit looking to come in and sing just for Santiago, which meant she had to be there and evaluate them as well. She didn't want to and half of the singers that were sent their way had massive egos or just couldn't sing well enough to make them any money. Obysidan was notorious for being very picky about their talent, but that talent always proved being a very successful asset to the company.<br><br><strong>"Oh great, another distraction."</strong><br><br>This wasn't too bad, now she had more of an excuse to ignore Santiago unless it was for actual business purposes. The talent was to come in that day right after lunch with the recruiter. Preparing the necessary paperwork, she continued through and ignored Santiago fully so that he was surprised when the visit happened.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 01:06:34</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5245/5205052144_7937dba918.jpg)</div><hr>An amused broke out over his face when her laugh rang out to his ears. He was sure no one else in the office had heard it, but no one else was him. Sage's peal of laughter confirmed it for him that she wouldn't be joining him in his office. Maybe it was because there had been no reports yesterday.<br><br>&nbsp;Or maybe it was because she wanted to defy him somehow after giving him her body last night. Sage would be the type of girl who needed to get ahead of him somehow, someway. And this would be a good way. She still had fight in her. Good. The chase was still going on. He'd give her a while to think she'd taken victory for the day. And when he let her know she hadn't, well he'd been looking forward to some fun today. So for the time being, he remained at his desk, sending out e-mails and responding to them as well as making a phone call or two. <br><br>At the end of his last call, he'd set up a concert that would draw at least 4 million before endorsements and everyone started paying to be advertised during the televised version. He loved making money. After hanging up, he placed his phone on his desktop and looked down the hall. Sage was still dutifully working, and successfully ignoring him. Not for long though.<br><br>&nbsp;Standing up, he dropped the blinds on his window and left his office. He was invisible as he left though, so no one would see him. And when his blinds were down it meant he wasn't to be disturbed, so nobody would notice he wasn't there. He silently walked down the hall until he came to Sage's office, then he slipped inside and went to stand behind her. Still invisible, his strong hands started to work her shoulders while he leaned down. <strong>"You feel a bit tense, Sage. Still <em>sore</em> from last night?"</strong> If she'd look up, she could see him, but not one else could. He loved his powers. <br><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 09:34:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/fa918e9aec522eda01226ff02438accf/tumblr_inline_nbiborcRiU1s1g9y0.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>S</strong></span>age rolled her eyes, not amused by him showing up uninvited, but she knew he would. Calming her nerves from suddenly being spooked by his presence, she sighed and kept her attention forward at her computer. She was still filling out paperwork for the new talent coming in later that day. The recruiter never finished, so now she was stuck with the task of someone else's job.<br><br><strong>"I feel a bit tense because someone decided that it would be intelligent to touch someone without their permission or them noticing."</strong><br><br>She replied honestly and promptly as she continued to type away at her computer. The application was in full view for the demon to see, but of course he meant to only come and mess with her. What did Aurel want anyway? Wasn't his job, his company more important right now than his fucking with Sage? Probably not, he was the CEO, he could do whatever he wanted and get away with it. <br><br><strong>"So, are you here to fuck with me, Santiago? Or are you here to do business?"</strong><br><br>Her face turned to look down at this hands, but not giving him eye contact to feed off on. She couldn't look at him after last night. Things were still fresh and even the touch of his hands made her eager. The thought of him roughly pushing her over the desk and fucking her made her shift her legs closed.<br><br><strong>"Robert Vasquez has a new talent he wants to bring by today after lunch. He is a versatile singer, but apparently wants to be molded based on his appearance alone. He is a male from Romania originally, bilingual, and plays a bit of guitar and violin. His name is Andrei Gabor and he's twenty-five. Do you have any questions?"</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 20:28:53</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5245/5205052144_7937dba918.jpg)</div><hr>He clucked his tongue when she made a slight jab at him since he "touched" her without permission. And how unintelligent such an action was. It hadn't even been 24 hours and already she'd forgotten. Her tone even sounded a bit...<em>hypocritical</em>. He wondered if she realized that? <strong>"And last night if I recall, <em>someone</em> decided it would be intelligent to try and summon a hellhound. Seems we're both prone to doing foolish things, eh?"</strong> <br><br>She continued to type, and he continued to knead her shoulders, alternating between gentle squeezes and tougher grips to knock all the tension out that was no doubt left over from the serious fucking he'd given her last night. She asked whether he was there for business, or pleasure. That was a tough one to answer. He shrugged his shoulders and leaned down so his lips were by her ear. <strong>"Maybe a bit of both. I do like fucking you; oops, I mean fucking <em>with</em> you,"</strong> he said in what was clearly a not so Freudian Slip. <strong>"However there is a bit of business. I set up a concert for next month on the 15th.<br><br>&nbsp;The line-up's going to be Janelle King, Kano, Rockie Fresh, KillSwitch, and Abarai Kaneda. Whenever you get the chance, could you get in contact with their managers and set things up? If it interrupts any business they had then tell them they'll be compensated for their time. I'll send you an e-mail later with all the details."</strong> She wouldn't look up at him; he wanted her to so he could smile at her and wear her down with his lustful gaze, but that would come later. For now his hands continued on her shoulders before pushing forward down her chest, then to the side to tease the sides of her breasts. He heard her legs closing when the material of her dress rubbed together.<br><br>&nbsp;He smiled; oh yes...that wasn't a telling reaction at all. As he continued to play and tease, and she continued to play it straight as best she could, she informed him that Vasquez had some new talent to show him. Twenty-five year old Singer, played violin and guitar, Romaninan. He was bilingual so he assumed he spoke his native tongue and English. Good, if he showed any talent he could be marketed to US and his home audiences. He was already making money off the kid in his head. That appearance thing probably wouldn't work as well as he thought, but Santiago was open to being persuaded. When she finished the rundown, she asked if he had any questions. <strong>"Hmmm; about our potential rising star? You said he was a versatile singer. Did Vasquez just tell you that or have you heard him? What do you think about him? I have a question for you too though, Sage. After eeeeeverything we did last night...how'd you <em>sleep</em>?"</strong><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 21:54:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/fa918e9aec522eda01226ff02438accf/tumblr_inline_nbiborcRiU1s1g9y0.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>It</strong></span> was apparent that Santiago only wanted to fuck with Sage. She was beginning to think that he took pleasure in any form he could find it in. His hands still violated her body as he continued to rub them as if she would be okay with it. Their situation was strange and slightly uncomfortable, at least for her it was. Sage finished through her paperwork checking the time discreetly until she could get away from him. There was a ten o'clock meetup with Alvarez before Andrei would come in and she had to meet him and make sure everything was in order. Sage wouldn't tell Santiago this though, he would only follow her or find some excuse to keep her around.<br><br><strong>"I really enjoy how you would openly talk about a thing out loud."</strong><br><br>She responded to his inquiry about her choices the night before. She knew what she decided to do was a bad idea, but it was not necessary for him to bring it up. Some things were better left behind instead of being left out.<br><br><strong>"I'm busy with the new talent, plus our new singer Tena over in Tokyo. Apparently they got the venue mixed up with another place and are having a hard time rebooking. I have to call and make sure things are in place for her three day concert in the next couple of days. I think you should handle the concert for the 15th, otherwise it will have to wait, Santiago."</strong><br><br>She would sternly answer, continuing to face forward. It wasn't like her to give up work or find excuses, but she wasn't too happy with him continuing to violate her personal space and privacy. She had a feeling it probably would never stop.<br><br><strong>"I haven't heard of him until now, but I did hear that he was quite the looker."</strong> <br><br>Sage did this to see the demons reactions. If he was going to fuck with her, she could fuck with him. Finishing the last of her data entry, she pushed his hands off her shoulder and stood up. Adjusting her tight skirt, she turned to give him an annoyed look, eyes staring blankly into his.<br><br><strong>"I have somewhere to be in fifteen minutes, then I will head to lunch and will see you in your office to meet Andrei afterwards. By the way, I slept quite well knowing I didn't have to be bothered with a demon who wanted to molest me as payment."</strong><br><br>With a brief nod, she picked up her briefcase and headed out her office and down the hall to the elevator. Not once did she stop to look at him or slow down in case he wanted to follow. If he did, the elevator door would shut in his face as she got inside. Distractions were trying to get the best of her day and she wasn't having it.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>30-04-2015, 07:02:14</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5245/5205052144_7937dba918.jpg)</div><hr>Sage was right in that he enjoyed messing around with her, but as a demon he saw things differently. For him it was simply playful fun; no harm meant by it. If he meant her harm with words or anything more, she would definitely know about it. In that smart, matter of fact voice of hers, she pointed out how he casually spoke about things that shouldn't have been spoken about in the open. <strong>"Relaaaaaaaax. Nobody can see me or hear me but you. In fact it won't even look like you're talking to yourself. A simple illusion is in place, and right now it just looks like you're sitting at your desk, hard at work like always."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;His tongue licked against his lips, even though she couldn't see it.&nbsp; <strong>"Being a demon <em>does</em> have it's perks."</strong> His hands never ceased their motion over her shoulders, and he made "mmmhhhm" noises as she rounded off a list of things keeping her busy. Tena was having some troubles, but nothing Sage couldn't handle. In the end she pawned the concert he'd set up off on him. That was odd. She <em>never</em> turned down work. In fact he clearly remembered several times when she went out her way to do extra work or find work that wasn't even necessary for her to complete.<br><br>&nbsp;Maybe she was doing it just to get back at him for making her walk funny? Oh well, it was no trouble for him. <strong>"Fine, fine. I'll handle it."</strong> On the topic of Andrei, she said she'd never heard of him, but had heard he was handsome. One of Santiago's eyebrows raised ever so slightly. He hoped the boy was handsome. It would help him sell records; and sold records meant more money in the bank. His hands squeezed just a bit tighter and sloped down one more time and back up before she pushed them off of her shoulders.<br><br>&nbsp; <strong>"Good. If he's eye candy we can market him to the tween up to college girl demographic, and if we're lucky...all the MILF's who still wanna be hip and cool and ogle a young man while having fantasies that their husbands can't provide...we make soooo much money off them, you wouldn't believe it."</strong> She stood up and turned to face him, throwing an annoyed glare his way before telling him she had somewhere to be in fifteen minutes. He wondered where. He almost asked then figured he didn't want to push her too hard when it was only day two of this game they would be playing for quite some time if he had anything to say about it.<br><br>&nbsp;After wherever it was she was going, she was going to lunch, then they were supposed to meet the new kid on the block. And as if to insult him, she told him she slept rather well. <strong>"Well don't let me stop you. And I'll be ready for the meeting; I hope he's as good as advertised. Oh, and Sage,"</strong> he said with a genuine smile.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't want to molest you as payment for saving you...it's because you genuinely fascinate me and I want to show you things you could never imagine...but <em>only</em> when you're ready."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;He stayed rooted to the spot as she walked away and toward the elevator. <strong>"The more you fight, Sage...the more I want to make you <em>mine</em>."</strong> She was gone by this point, but just because she didn't hear what he said didn't make it any less true. Sage Reynolds would submit to him; it was only a matter of time. Chuckling to himself, he headed back to his office, walking right past Jenkins from accounting who couldn't even see him. Then he opened the blinds and took a seat in his chair. He had a bit of work to do for now, but fun would come about later. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>10-05-2015, 07:44:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/fa918e9aec522eda01226ff02438accf/tumblr_inline_nbiborcRiU1s1g9y0.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"He </strong></span> <strong>sounds like a wonderful addition to the company. I'll make sure Santiago is prepared for the meeting."</strong> Sage watched Robert closely as she placed a firm grip on her tight waist. She was pressed for time and hurried their little lunch during the brief meeting they had earlier. The close was nearing one when the man finally spoke to answer. He seemed a little weary about Andrei, but that was the strange part about it. It was Robert's idea first and foremost to bring the talent to the company, but now things seemed a bit out of place. Sage simply waved her hand for him to follow as they walked down the hall and towards the large conference room where Andrei would be introduced. <br><br>Roberts deep brown eyes were hinted with paranoid and anxious rebuttal as he sat down in one of the large leather chairs that was pushed against the long glass table. It was almost an eerie feeling, this conference room. It was just a large, classy white glass table, leather bound chairs seated in the middle of the white room. Very few things adorned the room, a few paintings from Italy and strange artifacts from some unknown culture that since died out. There was six pane window setting that overlooked the skyline of the robust and busy city. <br><br>Sage presented several papers for the boy to sign on his arrival and a sample CD of his work for Santiago. She knew that the man hadn't listened to his music and it was only safe to assume that he probably didn't even bother to look up his samples via email that was sent to him hours before. The demon seemed preoccupied with getting under her skin, she wasn't even sure if obviously laying out everything would distract him from her.<br><br>In hopes that the meeting would go well, she then sat at edge of the large meeting table where Santiago would be seated at the head of it. It was only customary that she would be placed next to her boss, she was his assistant after all.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><em>'The meeting is ready to commence in ten minutes if you are able to show up before the talent does.'</em></span><br><br>Sage sent a small email that would ping his phone, computer, and any other device on him immediately if he wasn't near. Robert on the other hand, had his hands firmly rested in his lap, but occasionally fixed his tie nervously as he sat in silence. The woman couldn't help but notice the man's uneasiness still hadn't settled since their lunch, but nothing could be helped immediately to remedy the situation.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>12-05-2015, 07:33:47</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5245/5205052144_7937dba918.jpg)</div><hr><br>Santiago could make magic happen, and not just because he was a demon either. After Sage's sudden, abrupt, and he felt manufactured exit from her office, he'd headed back to his own to deal with the concert situation. It wasn't that he couldn't do it, it was that Sage actually liked hard work and after the constant teasing, he thought she'd like something that she could really lose herself in. But surprise, surprise she chose to let him do it instead, and that brought things full circle. <br><br>With a self satisfied <strong>"Mmmmmhm,"</strong> he sent off the e-mail proposal to all the managers of his artists; he'd talked to them all on a conference call and set things up for the concert in record time. And the e-mail was the final nail in the coffin that went over all the details that might have been skipped over during the call. With nothing else to do for the moment, he leaned back in his chair and remembered last night. <br><br>Seeing Sage naked, smelling her lust, tasting her nectar and making her so wet for him. He couldn't wait for round 2. She seemed like he could, but he knew better. Right now she was probably denying him on principle alone. That would change soon though. His reminiscence was interrupted by his computer beeping and a message popping up on the screen. <br><br>The meeting was in 10. Good; he got to meet who was hopefully a new cash cow. Of course he'd wish the boy all the best and a long, successful career. But as long as Andrei made money, Santiago made money. Picking his phone up off of his desk, he fired off a quick response before standing up. <br><br><span class="bbc_u">On my way.</span><br><br>The walk to the conference room was a quick one, and as he entered he immediately felt something off. Robert himself was...<em>off</em>. He stayed his normal, cheery self though as he clapped Robert on the back, then wheeled around to face him.&nbsp; <strong>"Mr. Vasquez, pleasure as always,"</strong> he said with a grin as he shook Robert's hand. It was cold, clammy, like he'd been in a nightmare induced sweat for the past hour. That was strange, and unlike Robert at all. What was up? Well he couldn't outright ask, so he kept it casual. <br><br><strong>"From what Sage tells me, your boy could be the next big thing out of Europe. Russian hasn't been on the market for a while; if he blows up outta nowhere we could be looking at an instant success."</strong> After a bit of small talk, he took his seat at the head of the table. He hadn't thought of the applications when he chose the conference table, but white glass was as opaque as the sun was hard to stare at for more than a few seconds.<br><br>&nbsp;So anything beneath the table was pretty much unseen. Like when he let his hand slide against Sage's thigh and remain there for a few long seconds. He loved the feel of her skin. <strong>"Looks like I beat him here, Ms. Reynolds. Now I get to see how he enters a room...<em>If I can keep my eyes off you,</em>"</strong> he whispered to her before setting his laptop on the table.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatright">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/tv/img/10625_IM-71940-7.jpg)</div><hr><br>He paced back and forth in the waiting room they'd provided, but anyone who saw him could tell Andrei wasn't wearing a groove in the carpet because he was scared or nervous. No, anyone who'd happened to be looking at him would see something far different. More akin to a predator unable to wait patiently for his prey than a nervous musician with everything to lose if he wasn't liked. In fact, if you came in the room and got him to look at you, you'd find an unsettling smile and a twinkle in his eye that just seemed <em>wrong</em>.<br><br>&nbsp;And this disturbing behavior continued in silence save his footsteps until the phone in his pocket began to beep. It was time for the meeting, and Andrei licked his lips. <strong><acronym title="Showtime">"Время Для Шоу."</acronym></strong> Opening the door, he put on a polite expression and walked to the conference room. He opened the door and unbuttoned his suit jacket when he came to stand next to Robert. He noticed Vasquez' apparent unease that was left over from earlier. It was the man's own fault, as he didn't like to listen to what people had to say. It wasn't Andrei's fault that Robert tried to play above his pay grade.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Hello, everyone. I'm Andrei Gabor...I hope that you like my music, sir. It's been a dream of mine to sign with Obsydian since I made up my mind to become an artist."</strong> Smiling at Santiago and Sage, he nodded his head to them both and took a seat on the other end of the table next to Robert. But his eyes stayed on Sage just a bit too long if she'd paid attention. After he took his seat, he watched Santiago pick up his sample cd and put it into the cd player on the tabletop. The disc started to spin, and the first song started to play. Andrei kept his eyes on both the boss and his #2, trying to gauge their reaction to his music as it blared to life. <br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>15-05-2015, 04:49:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/fa918e9aec522eda01226ff02438accf/tumblr_inline_nbiborcRiU1s1g9y0.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>S</strong></span>age ignored his inappropriate comment, in hopes that Robert wouldn't have heard a lick of his flirtatious comments sent her way. He was CEO, he was their boss, sexual harassment could still get him into trouble. Sage was flattered by his fascination with her, but she felt that it couldn't be any different than what he had done to several female humans over the past centuries were human progress made leaps and strides. Sage wanted to tell him that he made it on time because she pestered him, not because he was timely. In fact, his tardiness was something of a trait known to him and him only in the workplace. It was "okay" for the CEO, and mentor to many employees at the facility, to be late, but god willing, not his employees. At times she felt that he was a hypocrite, but she ignored it for the task at hand.<br><br>Her typically very stern and unfriendliness quickly faded when she saw the talent walk through the room. She didn't notice anything strange or uneasy about the boy, but she made mental note to watch for anything weird. At this point, especially after last night, observing new and current talent was something that was necessary to the mental health of all employees at Obsidyan. If he wasn't all there, she would make sure Santiago would take that into consideration when they made the decision to contract him or not.<br><br><strong>"Welcome, Andrei. I've heard so much about you and I'm sure Santiago can't wait to hear what you sound like."</strong><br><br>She could hear the accent in his voice, something very soft and sexy about it that kept a smile on her face. The music played and the tune had a beat that was soft and romantic. His voice, which was rather deep when speaking, was gentle and relaxing through his music. It was a pop tune, something their customers and fans would love to hear, especially teenage girl's. They could market him all over the world without problem, she knew they could.<br><br>When the music came to a stop, Robert remained quiet, but seemed to be less stressed than he was before. He had already spoken to the boy previously, so he left the questions and conversation to the pair of them.<br><br><strong>"So, Andrei. My name is Sage, I'm personal assistant to Mr. Cruz here. I handle most of their talent's paperwork, shows, appearances, and try to keep their image positive. I have a big role in this company, so if you have any questions for me during any of this, please feel free to ask."</strong><br><br>It was apparent that Sage had done this for a while. Her confidence and ease into being able to give him a brief breakdown of her description would probably throw most people for a loop. She kept eye contact with him, but wanted Santiago to begin any prepared questions for him before moving forward with contract signing. <br><br><strong>"Your music was...beautiful, by the way. I've always loved the Russian language."</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>20-05-2015, 17:46:15</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5245/5205052144_7937dba918.jpg)</div><hr><br>Santiago liked to play, and he liked to have fun. Which meant he was careful so as not to rouse suspicion from anyone who might put a stop to that. And even though he was a demon of untold power, he didn't want to have to wage war on Earth because he got caught talking dirty to his assistant. <br><br>The whisper was as soft as silk and even Sage could barely hear it, but it was there and she couldn't ignore it; or <em>him</em>. Andrei walked in shortly after their conversation finished, and Sage was the first to greet him. He chuckled when she assured the boy that Santiago couldn't wait to hear his music, then he nodded. <strong>"She knows me pretty well; I'd be lying if I said I wasn't anxious to hear what you sound like, Andrei."</strong> <br><br>When it was time to get started, he played the disc and almost immediately knew Andrei was very marketable. Even teens and women who had absolutely no idea what he was saying would buy his songs just because they were catchy and made them feel special. This guy was a cash cow. He smiled over at Sage, nodding slightly when she told him she enjoyed his song; the part about Russian made him laugh on the inside. <br><br>True it was a lovely language, but if you heard some of the shit people said in it. <strong>"We both did, Andrei. You've got a great sound, and you're easily marketable. <acronym title="Russian is a nice language indeed.">Русский хороший язык действительно.</acronym> "</strong> His hand found her thigh again and his fingers slid up and down teasingly before he went right back to business as if he'd never done anything.</div><br><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatright">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/tv/img/10625_IM-71940-7.jpg)</div><hr>Andrei sat and listened to his music along with the others. It was truthful, open, and from the heart. The beat wasn't bad either. He had a feeling that combination could make him a pop sensation almost overnight. Or he hoped anyway. The money, fame, and adoration would certainly help things, and he wouldn't mind having groupies throwing themselves at him before, during, and after every show. <br><br>He tried to gauge Santiago and Sage's reactions while the music played, and he liked to think they liked it. When it was done, the pretty woman explained to him that she was Santiago's personal assistant, and that she was in charge of many aspects of an artists performance schedule. When she was finished, he laughed, seemingly nervously and wiped a bit of sweat that had built up on his forehead. <strong>"Uhhh, I will...do that I mean. Sorry, I'm a bit overwhelmed by all of this. I'm here in Obsydian and we're talking about a record deal and it's just...ya know?"</strong> <br><br>He leaned back and smiled directly at Sage when she complimented his music. <strong>"Thank you. It comes from the heart; I think that gives it something a lot of music is lacking these days. And I didn't know you spoke Russian, sir,"</strong> he said to Santiago when the older man broke out into perfect Russian; even the accent and inflection sounded like he was born and raised there. This would be interesting if he got the job. <br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>28-05-2015, 00:59:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/fa918e9aec522eda01226ff02438accf/tumblr_inline_nbiborcRiU1s1g9y0.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>W</strong></span>ith a brightened smile she looked towards her boss for assistance. She was just the assistant after all. Any contracts that need signing needed to go through him first before going to the talent and talent manager. Sage pulled out a notepad, pen, and began to write a few key notes about the man in front of her. She took careful consideration on his; personality, traits, appearance, and what he could possibly bring to the company that was already a five star rating.<br><br><strong>"Well, Mr.Gabor. Before we continue on, I do have a few questions for you."</strong><br><br>Sage ignored Santiago's blatant show of his ego, trying to sway her with language. He was a demon after all and it wouldn't surprise her one bit if he knew every language ever thought up. For all she knew, he could probably speak to animals as well.<br><br>Clearing her throat, she pulled out another sheet of paper that had a list of interview like questions. She didn't really reference very much to it, but did it for their own records.<br><br><strong>"How old are you, Andrei?"<br><br>"What are you goals with Obsidyan?"<br><br>"How long do you plan on staying with the company, if offered a contract?"<br><br>"Are you willing to sing in both English and Russian?"</strong><br><br>Sage through a multitude of questions for him, jotting his responses down as he gave them. She might have had a sweet face, but business meant to get things done in a quick and timely manner.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>28-05-2015, 20:55:00</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5245/5205052144_7937dba918.jpg)</div><hr><strong>"I do speak some Russian, Mr. Gabor. One of my business models is that it's easier to do business not only in a language you both understand, but when the person you're doing business with feels comfortable. So I've tried to study in several foreign languages. Not to be a scholar or anything; just enough to carry a pleasant conversation when needed."</strong> <br><br>Sage was ignoring him again; or trying to. So cute. But she was on the job right now so he could probably slip his tail into her tight little cunt and her handwriting wouldn't even suffer for it. He had a few questions for Andrei, but he and Sage had a system. She'd do her job, ask her questions, get her own take on Andrei. And then it would be his turn to ask the hard questions; the ones that helped him know if a person was made out for this business.<br><br>&nbsp;Because you could have all the talent in the world, all the good looks, all the charisma. But if you didn't have a mind for the business, or at east mind enough to keep someone close who did? You'd fail before you ever got your foot int he door. He'd seen it happen several times and while there was just a hint of something nagging at him about Andrei, the young man seemed like he really wanted this. <br><br>Well he was rooting for him...not just him mind, but all the money he could bring in as well. Sage told Andrei she had a few questions, to which he nodded and laced his fingers together on the tabletop. <strong>"And after Ms. Reynolds is through with her line of questioning, I'll be asking you a few as well. Nothing too invasive, but we like to have a peek into any potential artists mind before we make a decision."</strong><br></div><br><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatright">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/tv/img/10625_IM-71940-7.jpg)</div><hr><br><strong>"That's a good model I think. I speak English fine, but it's always easier for me to speak Russian. I can see why you're so successful, sir."</strong> To the average person it might seem like he was kissing ass to get the deal, but he was sure Santiago could see he was genuine in his praise. Both Santiago and Sage told him they had questions, to which he took a gulp and nodded. <br><br>He was a bit nervous truth be told, but if you could admit to your fear, you could overcome it. <strong>"Alright. I'm ready. Ask me anything."</strong> He said he was ready, but it looked like he was a bundle of nerves and his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He was ready for the questions, and they came one after the other; he did his best to answer.<br><br><strong><br><br>"I turned twenty-five two months ago."<br><br>"I want to become a successful singer; to be a star, a household name. I want to tour the world, make lots of money, party my ass off and have fun. But most important, I want to help my family. I want to surprise my mother with a new house and my dad with the yacht he's always wanted. I guess what most people want when they get a record deal."<br><br>"Obsydian is one of the biggest names in the industry. And I did lots of research to find out one of the fairest and most upfront when it comes to dealing with your artists. Paying them, getting albums out on time, promotion. If I sign with you, I plan to stay for a long time...you can't really find anywhere better." <br><br>"I can sing in both English and Russian. Hell I can make an album in both languages. A bit more effort on my part means more money for all of us in the end, da?"</strong><br><br>That seemed to be all of the questions for the moment, but of course Santiago had his own, and Sage might not be finished. He waited to see what they both had to say and leaned back in his chair. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: He Beckons Softly [Juggtacular &amp; La Dame en Noir]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>13-06-2015, 04:52:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/fa918e9aec522eda01226ff02438accf/tumblr_inline_nbiborcRiU1s1g9y0.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>A</strong></span> fixated look gazed upon the young man as he gave his answers to her rather invading questions. The bottom of the pen was placed gently between her teeth, showing her attention to the person talking before. The young man seemed more than qualified to be apart of the company, but now the last decision was up to Santiago. After jotting down a few more notes on the boy, she turned her attention to boss to give him the okay to ask any questions had had ready for him.<br><br><strong>"I think thats it for me, Mr.Cruz. If you have any questions for him please feel free. I have a feeling that he'll make a great addition to the company." </strong><br><br>Sage gave her honest opinion without breaking eye contact with the demon beside her. The boy who named himself Andrei Gabor seemed a bit too calm for someone coming to make it big with a company that was known to make anyone the greatest start that ever lived. Perhaps he was used to pressure? Or mayhaps she didn't give him hard enough questions to answer. Either way, Sage was completely happy with his response and in turn, wanted to see him sign his name on the contract.</div>
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