Devil's Own (Shadowspale & Tom)
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				Title: <strong>Devil's Own (Shadowspale &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 13:24:02</strong>
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				Prince Naemohd entered the luxurious hotel in his human form. At six and a half feet he was an impressive, authorative figure. Not that he wouldn't have been at any height - being a powerful supernatural creature with an origin in a place that most humans would call Hell. He wore human clothing as well; a hand sewn suit from Saville Row. It fit him perfectly.<br><br>He was flanked by two sexy, elegant females, which at first glance could be perceived as dates or escortes. In reality they were bodyguards. Had anyone seen them in their true appearances, they would have thought it literally was the end of the world for sure. The two had massive serpentine bodies and poisonous fangs that could kill a 500th layer demon.<br><br>Naemohd appeared to be sporting a half-long ageless haircut, combed back for the moment; light locks threatening to fall into his grey eyes at any moment. Darker, arched eyebrows, full lips and a strong chin provided his face with interesting contrasts.<br><br>It was evening and people moved about in black tie and evening gowns, their goal ranging from theatre and restaurants to opera and casinos. A few were in the hotel bar. A few were just enoying drinks before their evening began. A few high class prostitues looked around for wealthy clients. Naemohd had every intention of moving quickly through the hotel lobby, taking care of his business right away. Then he stopped.<br><br>The human he could see at the bar wasn't human at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devil's Own (Shadowspale &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowspale</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 11:11:49</strong>
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				Drakiel, or Tam as he was currently telling people to call him was perched on a bar stool, nursing something called a Harvey Wallbanger. His lean form was dressed in black designer jeans that fit snuggly; a button up silk shirt shot through with silver threads and black ankle high boots. The shirt was buttoned only by the bottom three buttons; the hem hanging untucked. His left wrist was adorned with a chunky chain bracelet of silver and about his neck hung a pentagram, also of silver. Black hair hung like a sheet of satin down to his waist and when he tipped his head back, diamonds could be seen sparkling in his ears.<br><br>His body was toned; as sleek as a swimmer’s and seemed to be lightly tanned. From the top of his head to the soles of his boots he looked to be nothing more than some rich kid fresh out of college who was looking for some fun. However, if someone was able to see past the glamour he wore; something no human could do. They would see the same stunning person but with a few changes. His green eyes glowed slightly; the vertical pupils dilating and contracting to the changing light sources as he looked around. A pair of small bat like wings were folded against his back and when his full lips parted in a smile, a pair of small, canine like fangs could be seen gleaming whitely in the lighting, <br><br>Unaware that he was being watched by one such as himself, Drakiel set about doing what he had came for. He was hungry and so utterly board and here was where he decided to take care of both. Arranging himself more seductively on the stool, he smiled at a handsome young man waking past and released his lust. Instantly, the man’s eyes glazed over and he turned to Drakiel and gave him an answering smile. Ignoring the female he was with, he walked over and grabbed a handful of dark hair; jerking the smaller male’s head back to crush their mouths together in a hard kiss. Nearly purring with pleasure, Drakiel opened his mouth to the demanding man’s questing tongue, returning the kiss hungrily all the while looking at the outraged female with laughing eyes. <br><br>Drawing his lust back into himself, he winked at the fuming female while the normally very straight and homophobic man sputtered and choked; unable to grasp the fact he had just swapped slobber with another guy. Thoroughly confused and completely disgusted, the man rushed off with his irate girlfriend in tow. Drakiel chuckled, shaking his head, eyes already wandering around as he looked around for his next bit of amusement. His eyes landed on the trio of demons but his focus narrowed in on the male in the middle, an eyebrow rising. This might be amusing his he could get rid of the bookends. Letting his lips curl upward in a seductive smile, he winked. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devil's Own (Shadowspale &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 11:51:33</strong>
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				Naemohd almost rolled his eyes at the display he had watched. He smiled and gave the incubus a subtle shake of the head. Not disapprovingly. With a glance to the side, the tall figure told his escorts to remain where they were. They obviously drew stares from every straight man in the room, as well as any females that might think their lips tasted of cherry chap sticks.<br><br>As he approached the bar Naemohd positioned himself next to the other man, but faced the bartender. "Scotch. Kinclaith. 36-year-old." Humanity's greatest invention without a doubt.<br><br>He waited for his glass to be poured and the bartender to move away before speaking again. "Having fun?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devil's Own (Shadowspale &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowspale</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 19:51:34</strong>
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				Shifting position only slightly, Drakiel turned his head just enough he could see the other demon's profile. He studied it for a moment and then turned back to face the room. Seeing two females fighting over a smug male, he smirked and released his lust again. The guy was a player and he thought it would be fun to have the two females ignore him for each other. Leading his head fall back he soaked up the returning lust, feeding of the desire he had created.<br><br>"Not not really," he said in answer to the question asked. "I am hungry and these...humans are good enough to feed on but none are worthy of giving me the type of fun I am looking for. It is somewhat amusing to play with them; to manipulate them and set them against each other but this bunch are a bit too easy to really be called fun," he drawled, turning to face Naemohd fully. <br><br>"You might be fun...but maybe not. I am still undecided. Do you think you are fun?" he asked, tossing back the last of his drink and ordered another of the oddly named drinks. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devil's Own (Shadowspale &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 13:14:07</strong>
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				Naemohd turned halfway to the other man, taking a sip from is thick, round glass. The taste filled his mouth wonderfully. "I know fun when I see it. Dangerous fun." He glanced to the side where his females were waiting.<br><br>"What's your name? Do you have a master, or are you a...free agent?" While Naemohd had no fear of other abyssal creatures, it might be pertinent not to step on the toes of any powerful competitors. This beautiful creature might belong to someone.<br><br>"I'm Naemohd Tarac, Prince of the Balaan." His name usually struck a chord with most non-humans. He was known for being one of the most shrewd and intelligent devil princes of the other dimensions.
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				Post by: <strong>shadowspale</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 06:20:29</strong>
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				"My name is Drakiel and no one owns me, I do as I please. However, I am willing to submit to the right... person." he answered with a purr. He raised an eyebrow at hearing who his companion was but otherwise gave no sign that he had heard of him. He didn't listen to hearsay as it was often incorrect. He would much prefer reaching his own opinions. He wasn't easily impressed by titles either. They were just words that didn't mean a lot. They told nothing important of the one bearing them.<br><br>"Many have wanted to master me but few ever could. I am my own person and will call master only those I deem worthy." He knew it sounded brash and conceited but it was the truth. His ability to walk the shadows meant even those thinking to hold him with chains did not hold him long. He knew his worth and wasn't interested in second best. <br><br>"You interest me but whether you can master me is yet to be known. You want to try or just fuck?" he asked, cutting straight to the point. He was horny as hell and still hungry; he wasn't in the mood to play games.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devil's Own (Shadowspale &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 15:49:22</strong>
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				Naemohd raised an eyebrow while Drakiel explained his philosophy. He was surely an interesting character, and not least of all, sexy as hell. <br><br>His face changed, very slowly, from seriousness to a boyish smile. "Sure. I could fuck you. I'm quite positive that would be...stimulating. However, I have some business I must attend to; the reason I have entered this mortal realm.<br><br>He put down his empty glass and leaned closer, putting his hand on Drakiel's hip. "You may come along, if you like...as an observer. Then, when I have dealt with my errands, we may see about...fucking."
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				Post by: <strong>shadowspale</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 04:08:40</strong>
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				Drakiel smiled back, settling himself more firmly into the other male's space. Leaning closer, he nuzzled lightly at Naemohd's ear with feather light brushes. He was enjoying the slow build up at the moment; loving to tease those he hoped to take to his bed. <br><br>"What kind of errands are they?" he asked softly, letting his warm, cinnamon scented breath waft over the ear into which he spoke. "I hope they will not require a lengthy period of time as I am quite eager to get started with wrapping myself around you," he purred, placing a light kiss on the cheek next to his.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 14:17:25</strong>
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				"Devilry." Naemohd smiled and motioned for Drakiel to follow. The two female guards followed just a step behind.<br><br>"I'm...negotiating with a diplomat; an advisor to the demon Bha'hal, who is quite too grotesque to appear anywhere but in his own realm. His advisor, Kimini, insisted on Earth as something of a neutral ground." He stopped in front of the elevator and waited for it to open, then stepped in and headed for the top floor.<br><br>"Bha'hal is someone we'd rather not offend. He can be quite...unforgiving." The elevator moved upwards very quickly. "I trust you are well-endowed? I like big cocks." Naemohd put his hand on Drakiel's crotch.
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				Post by: <strong>shadowspale</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 13:27:25</strong>
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				"Sounds a bit boring unless you have something in mind you haven't told me about, Drakiel said as he rose to follow. "Please tell me you are not taking me to some dull business meeting where I will end up stabbing my eyes out with pencils just to break the monotony. I must warn you, I do not deal well with being bored." he stated, entering the elevator and leaning back against the wall.<br><br>"Oh, that is more like it," he grinned, spreading his legs slightly when Naemohd palmed him. "I am no horse but I don't think you could truthfully complain. Of course its kinda hard tell right now but with a little encouragement you could see for yourself how well I rise to the occasion," the imp smirked.<br><br>Lifting a hand, he trialed it down the other demon's chest, not stopping until his fingers were lightly playing over the front of Naemohd's pants in light, teasing touches. <br><br>"What about you? You have something good hidden in here, I hope," he said his grin turning cheeky.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 14:26:37</strong>
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				"That's reassuring." Naemohd removed his hand from Drakiel's crotch and put both his hands behind his back. His own shaft was warm, half-hard and throbbing with a steady pulse. Drakiel would no doubt feel how massive he was through the pants of his suit. The female guards at his side remained cool and unaffected.<br><br>"I do not expect patience from an imp. Rest assured that this is no mere business meeting. It will require all of our wits and cunning. Bha'hal is extremely dangerous. There is a reason I have brought these two things to a meeting with his advisor."<br><br>The elevator stopped and the doors opened. The females stepped out, with Naemohd and Drakiel right behind, moving down the corridor until they reached a large door. A presidential suite, no doubt.<br><br>One of the females knocked. "If this is a trap, I trust you will make your escape immediately." Naemohd whispered to Drakiel. "Or die with us."
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				Post by: <strong>shadowspale</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 14:46:24</strong>
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				Drakiel gave Naemohd another light squeeze, his eyes darkening with lust. He wanted so badly to drag the other demon to a bed somewhere where he could learn first hand what it felt like to have the cock he was rubbing balls deep inside him. His eyes widened when he was told the job was dangerous. <br><br>"Look, I am not much for fighting. I really don't know what you expect me to do," he said, thinking maybe he should just leave now. He wasn't exactly a coward but brave wasn't a word that came to mind when he thought of himself. He had been looking for a good hard fuck, not a fight against a demon he had never heard of.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 14:14:08</strong>
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				The door opened. A young Asian man with with a powerful physique and the stern grace of a martial artist stepped aside to let Naemohd and his company enter. Inside, a tall man with gaunt features came to greet them, taking Naemohd's hand in both of his. His smile was plastered on his face at an angle, and remained that way.<br><br>"Prince Naemohd. Welcome. It's been too long."<br><br>The handsome devil shrugged. "Maybe, Buhuub. How's your master?"<br><br>"My lord sends his greetings." The tall, thin man shifted his attention to the others. He quickly glanced at the two female guards, then focused on Drakiel.<br><br>"This is my associate, Drakiel." Naemohd explained, lying somewhat. The two of them had really just met.
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				Post by: <strong>shadowspale</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 04:45:02</strong>
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				Drakiel licked his lips at seeing the Asian male; he was everything he liked; young, strong and pleasing to look at. Of course that didn't mean he would like if he opened his mouth to speak. He could be lacking in brain cells and stupidity was unappealing no matter how pleasing the body.<br><br>Pasting on an easy smile, he just nodded when introduced as he had no idea what was going on or why he was there. He was confused on how this was supposed to be fun and he was getting hungrier by the moment. Glancing at Naemohd, he raised an eyebrow. He wanted to know what was expected of him as the only business he normally involved himself with pertained to either sex or the humiliation of mortals.<br><br>Still he was willing to be patient for now. Naemohd could prove to be just what he needed if they ever got around to it; patience wasn't one of his strong points and his fertile imagination was already thinking up ways to entertain himself. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 15:24:36</strong>
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				They were invited to sit down and got some refreshments. Naemohd and Buhuub exchanged some more courtesies before their conversation turned more serious.<br><br>"My lord is willing to give you the item you seek, if you can do something for him in return. There is a certain mortal soul that he wants, that has eluded his grasp for a little while." The gaunt man handed Naemohd a paper file. Naemohd glanced at it.<br><br>"This is going to be difficult. Nonetheless, you can inform Bha'hal that I will deliver."<br><br>"Good. Let us know and we'll have the item ready." Buhuub rose and gave his asian servant a nod. "It was a pleasure as always, Prince Naemohd. We'll be leaving immediately. You may keep the suite, on our tab." <br><br>With that, the two of them disappeared, leaving Drakiel and Naemohd alone with Naemohd's two female bodyguards.
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				Post by: <strong>shadowspale</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 00:43:04</strong>
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				Flashing a smile whenever it seemed to be needed and listening with less than his full attention, Drakiel entertained himself by releasing a bit of his power at random moments to see how the others were affected. That got really boring when he didn't get any strong reactions and the conversation continued. <br><br>It wasn't that he was incapable of understanding anything being said but more that in the capacity he had been placed there was little he could contribute. It didn't help matters that no one spoke to him or really paid him much attention. He really had no purpose in being there. It made him resentful as Naemohd knew he was hungry but had all but insisted he tag along and letting out a much put upon sigh, he shot the other demon a dirty look.<br><br>Once they were alone again he got to his feet with a frown. "Can't say its been fun because I have never been so bored in my life...well there was the time I got locked in a portal that froze for two hours but still. I think I will pop over to that church we passed and start an orgy; free and enertainment while I feast; can't get better than that. Well a good hard fuck would but that doesn't look like its gonna happen. You might be a prince, I don't know but you have a weird way of having fun. Chao!" he said, getting ready to blink himself away.<br><br>Patience might be a virtue to some but he never had much use for them. Vises, well that was another matter, lust naturally being his favorite. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 10:21:19</strong>
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				Naemohd was amused by the impatience of the imp. He had been impatient once, centuries ago. However, hard lessons had tought him otherwise. With his ambitions, he needed to have time itself on his side. The imp on the other hand, was all about the here and now.<br><br>Then again, Naemohd did not deny himself pleasure when other matters had been attended to. They had been now.<br><br>He listened to Drakiel prepare for departure, then moved his hands down to the zipper on the pants of his expensive suit. He zipped down and moved his hands away. His cock lay thick down his left thigh.<br><br>Naemohd looked at Drakiel with a wry smile. <em>Come help yourself</em>.
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