Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)
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				Title: <strong>Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 15:10:50</strong>
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				Her mind was struggling to comprehend what she was looking at: the picture was clear; the scent was acrid and as ‘fresh’ as death could ever be, but all that Ezri was able to make out were shades of red, white and gray. It was supposed to be a person, but how could you even consider so much meat scraped across the long stretch of cement a human being? What was even more boggling, were the theories and questions filling her head, all screaming at once before falling into a dead silence.<br><br><em>What the fuck…?</em><br><br>“Vicera.”<br><br>Al’s familiar yet unwanted voice whispered against her right ear. She could hear the grin in his tone and didn’t bother looking over her shoulder to verify its existence. If she was lucky, Ezri would be able to ignore him a little longer.<br><br>“That’s part of his spleen over there…” A dark shadow pointed off to her left, angled so that her eyes would be instructed to lift off of the ground and to be led to the old scaffolding that served as a rusted fire escape. Something that looked like a deflated balloon was draped over the rail, dripping down to the brick below. “And there,” the shadow gestures again, straight ahead now to a long stretch of intestines the detective didn’t need any help identifying. “I left that there for you, Sweets. Do you like your gift?”<br><br>Ezri blinked, her gray eyes flicking from one side to the next, then off to her right where an officer stood, white faced and a little ill. The stench was the worse; but that was only because it was difficult to properly identify the gore.<br><br>In an alley, located in the middle of the city, seven police cars, an ambulance and Ezri Grey stood with utter confusion over their faces. No one else but Agent Grey was able to see the demon standing there among them, looking as content as a cat. He even flicked his tail; something that came and went on his whim, pleased.<br><br>He did this.<br><br>Ezri blinked again.<br><br>“I especially like what you’ll find behind the dumpster; it’ll baffle everyone until the day their souls shatter…”<br><br>Ezri shivered sharply as that forked tongue found the back edge of her ear, teasing and flicking the flesh just as he had done their first night; but back then, Ezri Grey didn’t know about demons, or what happens when you found yourself unintentionally bedding one.<br><br>As if aware of her brief thoughts, Al’s hand slid possessively around her belly, long fingers teasing the hem of her jeans before pushing past them. “Are you still going to refuse my company after this? You can’t say no to me forever.”<br><br>She stepped forward, away from his hands and the hardening length that had pressed against her rump. It was often easier to ignore him, and it was easier to say ‘no’, but it wasn’t easy to wrap her mind around how to proceed –and how to get rid of her demon all together.<br><br>He thought this was a gift; and Ezri learned over the last several months that his grip on reality was a whole new level than hers. But, even still, she was disgusted with him and at herself for still being wrapped up with all of this.<br><br>The woman looked back at the patrol officer, her voice steady and low, but thick with the exhaustion that never seemed to go away. “When… When was this reported?”<br><br>The officer looked down, glad to finally have an excuse to tear his eyes away from the gore as he dutifully opened his note book and flipped it open to the scribble he had added not long before. “Call came in at 03:17, from the payphone across the block. Anonymous caller, male.”<br><br>“Have a uniform scour the area, I want any possible surveillance that’s looking at that payphone.”<br><br>Al’s chuckle made her bones ache; and while no one could see the devil's body, his presence always held ill effects for those in the immediate area. One of the medics, standing by the aid car, bent over and began to heave, sick from the melodious tone he wasn’t able to hear. Ezri wasn’t feeling too well herself, and before she could move to counter him, Al stepped forward and stooped, leaning his giant frame down so that his lips pressed right against her ear; a large hand wrapping tightly against her forearm. “Happy Anniversary, pet.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 20:45:52</strong>
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				(http://cdn.nolanfans.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/180full-tom-hardy.jpg) He was out and on the hunt, and nothing ever dissuaded Cole Brunson from his work. He glanced around the alleyway, not far from where the police were currently scraping up the guts of the demon attack earlier in the night. He'd made the call himself, and had left a small protective spell around his form as he walked to and from the payphone. He'd had a good laugh, imagining the officer trying to make sense of how the camera pointed that way seemed to drift into fuzz for as long as he was on camera then back out again as soon as he was gone. <br><br>Cole reached into his pocket and fished out a small matchbox, shaking it slightly, the tiny little clatter rattling within. Only four tabs left. <em>Oh well,</em> he thought,<em> things are means to be used.</em> He opened the matchbox and pulled out a small piece of metal, the size of an American dime, leaving three in the box as he closed it and tucked it back into his ratty, worn leather trenchcoat. <br><br>He sniffed the air then frowned a little, moving over several paces before tossing the metal tab onto the ground. He then crouched down and fished out his zippo lighter from his pocket, snapping it open and flicking it alight before he turned the lighter down to brush the flame across the top of the metal circle. A green flame curled across the surface as he snapped his zippo closed, then tucked it away in one of his pockets. He rubbed his hands together patiently as he watched the flame work, eating away at the metal disc, until the whole thing sparked, and in the green flame before him, he could see the figure, a shape and outline made in flame. <em>A Kulkathian demon,</em> he thought to himself,<em> bollocks.</em><br><br>The Kulkathians were insane at the best of times, and usually bonded to a person in order to get themselves stable on this plane. He'd dealt with their kind before, but never easily. <em>Why couldn't it have just been another Argothian Fire Imp</em>, he asked himself with a scowl. The last Kulkathian he'd dealt with had left a long, wicked scar in his left leg, and it still wasn't fading, no matter how much magic he threw at it. Then again, healing magic never really was his game.<br><br>He stamped on the green flame to crush it out, letting it all dissipate, as he stood up again, inhaling a long breath then sighing it out. <em>Oh well,</em> he thought, <em>if they were all easy jobs, there wouldn't be any sport in it.</em> The key next step would be to find the human host, find who had been foolhearty enough to make a deal with that particular devil, and probably deal with them. He didn't care for murder, it tended to leave a bitter aftertaste on his day, but sometimes there was simply no other option, and anyone who'd made a deal with a Kulkathian, well, they probably had it coming anyway. <br><br>He fished into his pocket for an old copper compass, and then dropped a single droplet of blood he'd taken from the crime scene on it. Kulkathians left a trace on each of their victims, and it was how they were best tracked. The compass started spinning and eventually settled on a direction. Time to do his homework. He didn't mind getting scars along the way, but that didn't mean he wasn't above avoiding getting them whenever possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 10:27:15</strong>
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				Over the last year, Ezri (http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/__One_More_Goodbye_by_IsaiahS.jpg) went through some dramatic changes; her social life died. Her family grew accustomed to one excuse after another as to why she couldn’t make it to any holiday function. She ate little, slept even less, yet somehow managed not to wither away into nothing. All in thanks due to the demon (http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Male%20Characters/devil_by_adAMa9.jpg) who had smeared his latest victim across the ground like so much ground meat. The same bastard that hovered over her shoulder like an unwanted parrot, complete with dark wings that spread out farther than Ezri could ever hope to reach. She could see them stretch outward now, easily twenty feet in length, with plush ‘feathers’ that were about as soft as razor blades. She had been confused the first time he showed them to her; but by then it was already too late.<br><br>A year later, he still frightened her. Seeing the dark silhouette of her nightmare admiring his work had her pulse racing so hard she was frightened that someone else would hear it. Practice had her schooling her face into the placid façade, but bile churned in her guts until she wasn’t entirely certain if she was capable of keeping the contents down. A year ago today, Ezri was working a case that got to her head, made her do something foolish and reckless in order to feel alive again. To forget about failing. But that failure damned her soul and rewarded her with a union she didn’t understand.<br><br>So she stopped questioning it; one thing she learned when dealing with a demon: nothing is free. Another was to be extra careful with your words.<br><br>Ezri rubbed at the back of her neck, her exhausted body aching and desired a long, hot soak in a tub. Maybe more than a couple hours worth of sleep? But that had been too much to ask for for months. She settled with shifting her weight to ease the arches in her feet, before yawning in the back of her hand. There wasn’t going to be any sleep…<br><br>“Get the samples to the lap; and any teeth that may have been found as well. I want a possible ID on this person.” She already knew the answers; except for the little details. Like the Who, and the Why. Those would all be revealed to her after Ezri found the first; Al loved to gloat, and he loved to send a message. She was getting the impression that she might not want to know what this one was. “Any witnesses?”<br><br>The officer shook his head, speaking as quickly and clearly as possible, in order to keep himself from tasting the air. “No ma’am. Not other than that anonymous caller. Everything is clean.” Copper was thick in the air, as well as the sickly tang of bowels and insides which were stacked like game pieces off to the side. A photographer stood, snapping shots in a variety of angles, covering that macabre art piece, providing something of a distraction for people to focus on.<br><br>Ezri nodded and then passed a hand over her tired face before nodding again, “Alright… finish up here. I’m going to sweep the perimeter. Send two volunteers in the Eastern block and two down the Northern edge. I want updated every 5 minutes, no one is to wander alone, is that clear?”<br><br>The officer blinked at her, then proceeded with a wary arch of his brow. “Does that include you, ma’am?”<br><br>Ezri might have smirked once; now she just turned on a heel and pulled out her flashlight, ignoring the request.<br><br>That was the problem; she was never alone. The demon was stuck with her every day of the week; and no sooner had she turned to head away from the scene, did the demon linger behind, watching her with a strange hunger she was refusing to try and identify.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 04:48:54</strong>
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				Cole inhaled a long breath then forced it back out again, as he followed the copper compass across the city streets. He'd mostly tried to stay out of the police, but it looked like they weren't going to be politely moving out of his way. He sighed a little bit. He hated using magic on norms, but hell, sometimes life just didn't give you any other options. He was coming around one end of alleyway and two officers bumped into him. "You're not supposed to be here, sir," one of them said to him. "This is a restricted area." Cole coiled the fingers of his right hand and then offered them a slight smile. "Now, you know that doesn't apply to me, lads." Both of the officers offered him a little salute, then walked on their way, having forgotten they'd ever run into him. Of course, they'd have a headache in a few hours, but magic wasn't pretty, and better that than most of the alternatives. <br><br>He glanced around the alleyway with a scowl. No one was paying him any mind now, which was for the best, because this was rather gruesome. Certainly not enough to put him off his game, but the Kulkathian was clearly enjoying himself, and that was never a good thing. He glanced down at the copper compass and it was starting to shake a bit, which meant the thing was nearby. <em>Ballsy fuck</em>, Cole thought to himself, <em>hanging around the scene of the crime. Sometimes the investigators can get lucky and snap a quick glare at one, and wouldn't that take the burden right off of me.</em> Then he could see the silver cord floating through the air, the spectral link between the demon and its host. And the host was close. Then he saw her walk around the corner, and he ducked off to the side, behind a stack of crates in the dirty alleyway. <em>Double bollocks,</em> he thought, as he glanced the silver line and both ends, <em>it's got its hooks into a copper.</em> This was going to make things significantly more difficult, he realized, because when officers went missing, people tended to look a lot more thoroughly. Still, it also made it even more important that it got done. Kulkathians were corruptors, and the longer the thing had its hooks in her, the more bad habits she was going to pick up. Criminal tendencies, violent tendencies, sexual deviancies - it was the rock'n'roll lifestyle cranked up to the max, and the longer it was there, the more perverse she was going to get. So there wasn't time to waste, considering how solid that line between them looked. The key was going to be getting her vulnerable enough that he could take her and end her without the demon attempting to put himself into the equation. Not that the Kulkathian could touch him directly. The amulet over his chest made sure of that - an important thing he'd gotten long ago and kept very well protected. Only one of the many tools of his trade. <br><br>He did have a couple of advantages, though, not the least of which was that Kulkathians weren't too perceptive. He reached into his pocket and picked out one of the Tine Whispers he had squirreled away there, coiling it into his hand before he stood up briefly, then lobbed it over in her direction. The Tine knew exactly what it had to do, fluttering down and landing on her shoulder before crawling under the collar of her coat, where it would curl up and sleep until he'd retrieved it. It would be enough to track her. And the Tine had a wonderful side effect - it gave off a scent that tended to stoke a human's need for a drink. Which meant he could get her to a bar of her choosing and then head this problem off there. <em>Then get the fuck outta town,</em> he thought with a frown. The heat from this wouldn't blow over quickly, so he'd need to make sure he got it right on his first try.<br><br>He stood up and quiely walked out of the walleyay. He'd be able to see the Tine's trail from miles away, so the best thing to do was to get away from the demon before it caught a whiff of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 23:16:42</strong>
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				It was safe to call it morning by the time Ezri went home; but the urge to shower, strip down and try to sleep was replaced with the insatiable urge for a hard drink. Ezri hadn’t picked up another drop of alcohol since that fateful night one year ago. Nor had she spread her legs to welcome that first, hard thrust. Sure, there were times when the demon would exploit on her needs, rise in her the wants and desires until she was writhing and nearly begging, but Ezri was a unique sort of person; she didn’t give in to the demon’s whims, and that, she assumed, was one reason he stayed around so long.<br><br>She resisted him. Despite their connection, even a year later the detective was able to say ‘no’ and dig her heels in when he tried to wiggle his way into her bed. She gave in to violence only when she had to fight her way out of his grasp when he was feeling especially vicious, but self defense was a different variety.<br><br>So when she told the demon not to bother her, that she was going to get plastered, he smiled. Under the dark trousers she noted him growing harder with whatever devious thoughts that occupied his mind but Ezri ignored that. After all, getting drunk in the first place had made her decide that exposing her needs to a stranger was a good idea; and that’s how she ended up here in the first place. She had left without a word, grabbed her wallet and coat, and went to the only place she could think of.<br><br>Hal’s was safe; a bar for cops that was open at all hours and had no staff. Only a select few had a key to get in. You served yourself, you paid your dues, you left the place clean and kept it secret. Parking her truck, Ezri slid out of the cab and noted the empty parking lot, pleased to have the solitude. It wasn’t very often that she was alone; Al lurked in the shadows, always watching and waiting. But by whatever bizarre connection they had, she knew he was at home, likely watching TV or fingering through her underwear drawer. Without hesitation, Ezri palmed her keys, located the right one, and opened the lock.<br><br>She relocked it behind her, flicking on a single light and didn’t bother with illuminating the entire bar. Currently, there were only twelve officers who had a key like her. Ezri had been friends with each one of them, patting them on the back, shaking their hands, telling the jokes that were frowned at at work. Father figures and sisterly bonds, they were the family she rejected over the holidays and isolated herself from. They were the sort of people she tried to protect since she ended up in this slice of confusing hell. They weren’t here now, likely asleep, getting ready to wake in a few hours. That was a good thing, but there was still part of her that felt panic with the isolation, and a confused distress that demanded to know why these brilliant detectives couldn’t figure out that she needed saving.<br><br>A tired pass of her hand –a habit now. Ezri tried to tug exhaustion away as if it were cobwebs stuck to her face. Instead she moved behind the bar and fingered a few glasses before pulling up a tall one. It made a satisfying <em>thunk</em> as it met the table, but it was filled with ice shortly after, and instead of indulging on beer or the tart whiskey she craved, Ezri allowed herself to have a Coke instead.<br><br>Not a drop of alcohol had touched her lips since that night; nor had any meat. Since Al’s presence, the crimes had been getting worse. He pulled the stuff out of her nightmares and taunted her with it, testing her patience, the schooling of her face and her sanity. It was only a game to him; and every time he’d hold her hair back as she got sick, he’d chuckle and rub her back, and talk about just taking her right then.<br><br>The coke was refreshing, but it didn’t remove her craving. Swallowing several gulps, Ezri shouldered her coat off and draped it over the empty stool. That tired hand passed over her face again, then dropped to the bar.<br><br>What the hell was she doing? She didn't know if she would last much longer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 00:20:37</strong>
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				Cole watched as he saw the girl slip into a private little building, and he frowned. Usually the subject would go to a bar, a nice public place, to get all their itches scratched at once. He knew the Tine kicked in the need to drink, which usually led to them drinking, and stoking the other half of the Tine's effect, the need to fuck, and that usually made the luring part slightly easier. He liked to think he wasn't too hard on the eyes, despite all the mileage. But this? This was not typically the environment for hunting down and dealing with a demon. But, as his old mentor had often said, rarely is the easiest path given to those most deserving. <em>The hell with the old man and his teachings</em>, Cole thought to himself, <em>he's dead anyway.</em><br><br>He reached the door of the private bar, and his hand reached out to check the doorknob. Unlocked. Either she thought her obscurity of location would keep her safe, or she simply didn't care. That made him a little nervous. His fingertips turned and coiled again, and he layered a thin spell over his form. He liked to call it "Zeno's Paradox Shield." The idea of making a person bulletproof was ludicrous at best, because of all the complications with changing someone's density and the nightmarish effects it would have on anatomy, to say the very least. Added density or penetration resistance to clothing often worked, but like all bulletproof clothing, it only protected what it covered. So, years ago, he'd developed Zeno's shield. The spell was quite simple in its effect. Anything moving at him quickly reduced its speed by half every bit it travelled, until eventually it was moving so slow, he could just pluck it out of the air and toss it aside without so much as a scratch. It was a good little trick against bullets, although he could only keep it up for an hour or two at a time.<br><br>He glanced and saw that the silver cord ran far off into the distance, and that struck him as odd. Kulkathian demons liked to taunt their prey, to hang around them as much as possible, and the fact that this one was so far from its host was... disconcerting. Lots of things about this weren't adding up in the usual way, and that was bad. <br><br>He opened the door the place, knowing the Zeno's shield also had the nice side effect of not letting him leave fingerprints, slipping inside of the bar, pulling the door quietly closed behind him, before turning the lock. The entrance was far enough away, he was sure he could do that without her hearing in the main bar area. He could see the cord trailing down the hall and around the corner, so that had been helpful.<br><br>In his pocket, he started fingering the gold pocketwatch inside, rubbing his thumb across the closed surface of it, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Murder was never a fun affair, but it almost always had to be done. He took the pocketwatch out, still closed, and held it in his right hand, as he turned to walk around the corner into the bar area, seeing her back, his eyes glancing over the host for the first time. Instead of the normal grimy aura he usually saw around the host of a demon, he could see hers like tarnished silver, still mostly pure, but battered and beaten, as if the toll of constant struggle against the demon itself had been weighing down on her. "It's hell on earth," he said, "fighting a demon. But I'm sure I don't have to tell you that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 01:11:27</strong>
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				Ezri sat in the silence and reflected. It was more like a panic, really, but the woman had trained herself to be unemotional over the years, and so silently sat, panting and sweating but making no pathetic mewl for aid. If she laughed, Al was there to hear the joke. If she cried, the demon would lean in closer, sooth her hair and look to deepen the sorrow. If she was hurt –and she hurt a lot, then the demon could concoct a potent cocktail of lemon and salt to rub into her wounds until they were so raw she was immobile. This isolation in a familiar place was encouraging for a private melt-down, but the detective only allowed herself the traces of such emotions, enough to vent but not encourage the demon to come find her and play.<br><br>In the silence she could hear herself; as if the air was too thick to fill the demand of her lungs. She was sweating because of the strain, and the sudden, obnoxious need she felt in both her throat and loins.<br><br>That was why Algarithiank allowed her to be alone, she was sure of it. The moment she thought he wasn’t looking, he expected her to indulge and that’s where the demon would dig his claws in a little deeper, until she was completely his. The thought made her shiver with revulsion, and the demon’s mark throbbed on the underside of her right wrist, a crescent moon marred with a single bar passing through it. Apparently it was a mark of status; and only once has someone been able to see it. The man’s eyes widened and he ran as far and as fast as possible. He had been the first play-toy of Al’s murdering streak, before she could get any answers to her questions.<br><br>Ezri finished her coke, shredded off the long sleeved plaid shirt, and sat in a cold room as if it were the middle of August. Her face was a mask of determined concentration, but in the depth of her hazel eyes, uncertainty grew. How much longer would this last? How much longer could she hold up? She lifted the cool glass and pressed it against her warm cheeks, allowing the condensation to moisten her cheeks where tears would normally flow. But crying wouldn’t change anything, and would only bring the demon and his taunts back.<br><br>She went completely still as the voice chimed in from behind her, sending an itch prickling up the length of her spine. She didn’t go for her weapon, which hung in plain sight in her shoulder holster, and despite her attempts, her heart raced as if those words injected adrenaline into her veins. Ezri swallowed, taking nearly a full minute before she responded, speaking just above a whisper as if the thing on topic might over hear.<br><br>“I don’t know… sometimes I feel as if hell would be better. But he’s ensured I’ll find out about that either way, hasn’t he?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 09:35:22</strong>
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				He looked at her back, noticing she had yet to turn around and look at him. "Not necessarily. Kulkathian bargains are complicated, and so far, just glancing at your aura, it seems like you haven't sealed the deal yet. Bet he took one look at you and thought you were easy prey - a Kulkathian taking over a cop?" He shook his head. "And instead, you haven't fired your weapon at a soul ever since he took you. Hell, you haven't so much as lifted a finger in violence against another living soul, and so, he can't do more than get a fingernail's hold on you while he tries to overwhelm you and make you give in." He kept his hand on the pocketwatch, ready to snap it open at a moment's notice, if it came to that. To be honest, he wasn't sure why he hadn't just dealt with her on sight, but the tarnished silver aura was new, different, and the new and different needed to be studied, at least a little.<br><br>"You know, I'm violating every rule I have just talking to you. I should've vaporized you where you stood, but now I'm not so sure. Because he hasn't got his claws in you enough to do more than make a crack in your soul, and he can't seem to find a way to widen that crack so he can claw his way inside of you." Cole kept the pocketwatch in his hand, just in case, ready to snap it open if it came to that, as he walked to the bar, grabbing a bottle of scotch and a couple of glasses, pouring one for himself and one for her. "You don't need to worry about me, pet. The Kulkathian couldn't lay a fingertip on me, no matter how much he wanted to. So I'm less worried about him and more worried about you, truth be told. Have a drink. It'll ease the pressure a bit. I wouldn't expect the demon to come anywhere near here for a while."<br><br>Cole had been hunting the worst of the worst for so long, he barely remembered a time when he wasn't stamping the damn things out. It seemed like just about every demonic nightmare you could think of was trying to crawl to the Daylands anymore. "It's only one-third of the rock'n'roll lifestyle you have to fear, love. Sex and drugs aren't going to give him an inch. Violence, now, that'll rot your soul faster than you can say 'Demonic Kittens.'" He pushed the glass over towards her. "Go on, I won't tell a soul."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 10:25:51</strong>
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				The erratic flutter of her pulse turned to a frantic beating, as if she had swallowed a hummingbird and the small creature was hovering in her chest, fighting to get out. Ezri didn’t know what it was directly, but there was something about this man that put her on the edge. She was uneasy, wary, and felt the air thickening in her chest as he drew closer, until the audible yet soft pants of her breath filled the room. Yet, this unease was the same sort of unease a guilty man felt when speaking to an officer. You went in assuming that they already knew all the facts, and while charming your way out of the situation was ideal, the brain shut down that function of itself, leaving her numb, frightened and uneasy.<br><br>Al would be furious. She didn’t know why exactly, but Ezri knew that if the demon caught her with this man, she had a lot to worry about, and not only the fact that she didn’t have enough vacation time accumulated to hide the cuts and bruises he’d give her.<br><br>A trembling hand reached out for the shot glass; but pushed it away. She hadn’t given in to the demon, she wasn’t about to throw that all away&nbsp; because some mystery man said it was okay. The demon thought it was okay to enslave her, after all. Look where trusting a stranger brought her in the first place?<br><br>Still, Ezri didn’t look at him, not right away. She shook her head and swallowed the lump in her throat; the hummingbird who grew too heavy and tired before finding its final resting place. “Who are you?” Maybe it was best that she didn't know? Yet again Ezri was presented with someone who might give her an answer, however small. Information was valuable, and after hesitating, those large, expressive eyes flickered, meeting with Cole's. He was a handsome man, weathered, and likely a few years older than herself. He had the sort of face that improved with age, but remained a constant heart-throb. Attractive people frightened her, playing a ratio, even small, to where she had ended up currently. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 08:56:02</strong>
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				"Does it really matter?" He picked up his glass of scotch with his left hand, his other hand still holding onto the pocketwatch, knowing he might have to use it at any moment. "Name's Cole Brunson, not that that'll mean anything to you, pet." His voice was shaken with an English accent, although certainly one that had seen its fair share of years travelling the earth, rather than sitting in one place. It was a little like the scotch he was drinking, worn and weathered, more than a little time spent blending. "I've spent a few lifetimes dealing with demons and their ilk after one of them tried to carve out my heart, and I cut it in half. I was nine." He tipped the glass of scotch back to pour the liquid into his mouth with one gulp, swallowing it in one go. "So there are a few of us out there who have made a pasttime of hunting down the loose demons and putting the genies back in the bottle, if you'll pardon the mixed metaphors."<br><br>The empty glass was replaced on the bartop and his left hand returned to the bottle of scotch, pouring himself another glass worth. It was good scotch, and if she wasn't going to drink it, he certainly was. "I don't expect the demon'll come around while I'm around you, love, so you can relax a little bit. He may be pissed later, but for now, he's off finding other things to delight him. I put a bug in his ear, so he should be off and leaving you alone for twelve hours or so, and by then, one way or another, I'll have a next move figured out." There was a certain heaviness to the way he phrased it, and it was clear that while he might view her as a minor threat, he didn't consider her a major one. It wasn't as if he was cocky about it, however, just a craftsman with faith in his tools. "Tell me about the demon."<br><br>His expression didn't show it, but the tarnished aura had him a little rattled. It was different, and different rarely was good in his line of work. There was the possibility that she hadn't given in to the violent cravings of the Kulkathian, but he found that fairly unlikely. Another possibility was that the Kulkathian was finding a way to hide its link, which meant there was information he needed to get from the scum demon before putting it down. It was also possible that the demon was grafting itself onto her soul, and that was a problem unto itself. And, as always, there was always option D, none of the above. "Tell me how he got a fingernail into your soul." His left hand reached over and closed over the top of hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze, not letting her pull it away. Clearly, he wanted her trusting, spilling her story to him, and if he couldn't use liquor to do it, he'd get it the old-fashioned way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 20:56:41</strong>
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				It was surreal.<br><br>Or at least it should have been. This time last year Ezri would have rolled her eyes, scoffed, and pondered the chances of getting away with this sort of ticket written up in her report. Demons didn’t exist. Now she didn’t even so much as blink, looking as tired and worn as she ever did, needing a good sleep, a good hard drink and simple comforts to work the stress and tensions away. But those grand things were a luxury she had never hoped to see again, and so whisked them away like the vapors of an unappealing smell. It wasn’t easy for her to change her ways, isolating herself and locking everything inside had been the only thing keeping her alive all this time, the demon would have cracked her like an egg if she were a lesser woman.<br><br>Now, Ezri could only blink down at the hand folded over hers, frowning as she tried to make sense of the gesture, automatically assuming such a thing would relate to Al somehow.<br><br>Could he really keep the demon away that long? Or was this a trick? Some other ploy of the Kulkathian he would later punish her for? Before thinking about it, Ezri’s hand moved over to Cole’s shot glass, dipping one of her fingers inside the amber liquid before bringing it to her lips. She sucked on it slowly, savoring the taste that slid over the tongue and warmed her throat. Everything else had been so bland, so simple; food had turned into a means of survival and necessity, not enjoyment. The scotch seemed to revive some part of her soul that still rebelled against the demon, which still prevented him from owning her and dragging her down into hell with him.<br><br>She shuddered, passing her palm over her face as she took deep, gasping breaths. “A year ago.” Her voice quavered, uncertain still if this was wise, but she had already started this, and so would finish it. “A year ago today. I was… I closed a case. Four little girls were murdered by a man I failed to locate in time, and were used in some ritualistic sacrifice. He was insane, an immigrant that butchered his way into the city through Mexico. He was raping them and stealing their hearts and claimed that taking their essence would later save the world from their eventual corruption. I had been consumed by that case for months, slept little, traveled across the country in order to get all the facts, dedicated everything I had to stopping him; after the rituals he consumed the hearts and killed himself by swallowing the barrel of a shot-gun.”<br><br>Ezri shifted in her seat, uncomfortable with spilling her tale but didn’t stop either. “I didn’t see it as a success. I had to explain to all of those families why their kids were murdered in such a fashion and the outcome. There was no satisfaction of justice, no one felt satisfied with the end of that story and I felt responsible for the children’s deaths. That night I went to a bar, looking to drown my sorrows and be irresponsible for once. You know… meet a tall, handsome stranger and whisper all those whorish words against his ear so that he will take you back to his place and make you forget about everything.”<br><br>Ezri slumped in her stool, curling her fingers into her wavy hair. “The demon was under the guise of a human I was insanely attracted to. He approached me and bought me a drink. We flirted, we kissed, and somewhere between those things I got drunk and blacked out.” Concentration showed next. Ezri’s face was a curious mask as she tried to understand the events that still eluded her now. “I really don’t remember much. Just… flashes. My back hitting the mattress. Kissing him, undressing, he held my hands down above my head when he first thrust into me but then I can only remember sensations: pleasure. Then fear and pain. I remember screaming and fighting but it’s as if my eyes stopped working and I could only listen to what was happening. We fought, and I almost broke free, I was racing towards the window and was ready to fling myself outside when these shadows came out of nowhere. Literally shadows, they felt like ice against my skin and pulled me back against the bed.”<br><br>She felt sick, disgusted, but the fear surfaced again that was all too familiar. “He says it was consensual since I wanted it so much before but it wasn’t. Everything goes blank after that, I don’t really know what happened. I woke up two days later feeling as if I had been in a car accident, my old partner banging on my door wondering where the hell I’ve been and why I looked like I tried to stand up to a freight train.” Ezri pulled her hand away from her hair and pulled up the sleeve of her shirt, exposing the mark that the demon had left behind on her flesh. It was a circle with a line drawn through it, looking like some raised tattoo in ink that never faded. “He put this on me. I think it’s how he’s able to track me and find me so easily. He doesn’t answer any question I have about it, but that’s where the pain starts when he’s in a particularly foul mood and wants to prove a point.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 01:32:36</strong>
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				Cole nodded as he listened to her story. It was a sordid tale, but, truth be told, one he'd heard many a time before. The demons were known to claw, push, force or tear their way into this world by any means necessary, and that often meant at the suffering of others. They were ruthless beasts, and stopped at nothing to escape from the pits of hell, and into the live world, where they could wreak havoc on the inhabitants. Kulkathians, Disgorians, Velliantions... they were all the same in the end, really, just out to bring a little spite and misery to people who could still enjoy the taste of a fine meal or a good scotch. "That's a Kulkathian for you. His previous host must've been dying, and he threw everything he could into one last night, in an effort to jump rails, such as it were. And he found you, and has been pissed ever since, 'thought I don' imagine that's much solace to you, none. But you aren't what he thought you were. He must've sensed the guilt on your conscience, the blood on your hands, and thought it was you who'd been out and causing the ruckus in the world, not the one chasing it, trying to shut it down. He's hoping to drive you into being like that man you were chasing, hoping you'll give into the taste and hunt criminal scum, some taste o' vigilantism, and that you'll fall under his influence. And yet you're still as stone as you were when he met you. An' he sees that as a challenge."<br><br>He shook his head a little bit. "That said... year's time? He's halfway through with you, pet. Another year and your body'll be starting to fail, like the one that was before he took you. Probably disappeared into dust after he claimed you, just another missing person up and vanished like a fart in the wind." He chuckled a little bit, giving her hand a soft squeeze. "But I hafta confess, love, I'm surprised to see you taking it lying down. Not the whorish words and the fuckin', like, although I'll confess to have liked to see that," he said, giving her a sly little wink, "but just because a demon's got a talon in you doesn't mean it's all done for. It's uncommon, but people do burn them out of their souls from time to time. I should know, better'n anyone. But y' have to want to fight it, and you can't just roll over and lie down when the fighting gets tough. Like anything in this world, if y'want it, y'have to fight for it, love, y'hafta take it. But that's up to you." He gave her hand another squeeze before he lifted his hand from hers, moving to stand up.<br><br>"So what's it gonna be, kitten? Do I kill you where you stand, let the beast go off to lick its wounds as it crawls back to hell and waits another opportunity to find its way back onto the Earth? Or do you have somethin' you wanna fight for?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 19:46:38</strong>
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				<em>God this is strange. This is the type of thing that crawls back and bites you on the ass when you aren’t expecting it.</em> Yet it was exhilarating. Ezri’s heart was racing as if she had just sprinted a mile, or danced with no regrets to her favorite song. This was the sort of adrenaline high she used to get when chasing down her query, or when she went cow-tipping as a teenager. She wasn’t supposed to tell anyone; if not for mutual safety, then to keep them out of the demon’s grasp. But here she was, sitting alone in the private bar, with a man who threatened to kill her with the same breath as he teased and flirted.<br><br>It was a rush, a flooding of sensation that brought life back into her again. She felt herself smiling, there it was, sitting there on her lips, as alien as the mark on the underside of her wrist. It didn’t make everything okay again, it didn’t banish the demon and cleanse her soul of his taint, but it felt good, it scratched an itch she couldn’t scratch for months.<br><br>But, the truth was, she didn’t know if she had anything to fight for anymore. She didn’t recognize herself any more, and her friends and family had been pushed away for so long, she didn’t see any of them allowing her to drift back. Yet this small moment of rebellion against the demon was exhilarating even still. True, she didn’t have some blazing icon in the distance that gave her hope. True, she didn’t have a lover or smiling face that kept her going all this time. But the thought of pissing off the fucker and taking her revenge was seductive.<br><br>How could she resist?<br><br>Green eyes, as dark as a forest, swept across the room and stopped on Cole; he had answers. In his own way he was just as dangerous as the demon, a threat to her life and her soul. After all, he could very well be leading her on as a fool, lying to her about this or that. How would she know any better?<br><br>Truth was; as long as the demon was dead, she didn’t care. She wanted to live, she wanted to feel herself laughing and enjoying life again… but she wanted that beast destroyed. If not for raping her and harming her, then in order to prevent it from moving on and doing it again to anyone else. And not just Al…. all of them. “Is that rhetoric?” She followed him with her eyes, and finally turned so that the bar was to her back, and the smaller woman was facing the hunter once again. “Because I’ve fought this long to stay alive around the demon; I think the both of us would be more satisfied watching it shrivel and die.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 09:18:06</strong>
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				"Good," he said with a wry smile. "I like to see a fighter, darling." He poured himself another glass of scotch and sipped from it. "You have about three hours tonight before he'll get past the distraction I placed for him - not enough time to see Dog-Faced Man, but there'll be time enough for that later. He'll be a good starting place for us to talk to. Man knows more Kulkathians than anyone else alive, even me. Sort of a specialty for him, although we'll have to be very careful indeed about what we tell him about you. I won't be able to occupy the Kulkathian more than once a week, which means we have, call it, fifty nights where you can get my help before you're falling apart and beyond my help. Once a week, though, you and I are going to begin seeing what we can do about getting this pest off your back."<br><br>He moved to shift his weight on the balls of his feet, from one foot, back to the other, then back again, as if the idea of standing around in one place too long was uncomfortable for him. His eyes twinkled a little bit. "Two hours time, though, for you to do whatever you want tonight, love. Should I leave you alone to the drink, or were you looking for company?"<br><br>The man turned to walk away from her a little and over to a dartboard in the corner. He picked up two of the darts, walked ten paces away from the board, and turned to throw the first one at the board. It missed, thunking into the wood next to it. "Bloody things are imbalanced." He wiggled his fingertips over the other one, and golden sparks drifted from his fingers onto the dart, which he then threw with perfect accuracy into the center of the dartboard. "Some folk might call that cheating, but I call it righting a wrong."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 18:39:49</strong>
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				Now, the dangerous side effect of this chance meeting was starting to take hold; Ezri was daring, she felt it surging through her veins and plotting in her head. Two hours was a lot of time for most things. She could take a few shots of that fine whiskey she’s been craving, or sip it like hot coffee that could scald the mouth. Ezri could sleep… she could bask in silence, knowing she wouldn’t be interrupted. Hell, she could see if this curious man would be eager and willing to scratch another particular itch that she knew she couldn’t sooth by herself; one that consisted of hard thrusts and flesh pressed tightly under flesh.<br><br>Or would Al find out? Would the demon feel the tingling of her flesh, or taste the lingering fumes of alcohol on her breath?<br><br>Hell. Ezri didn’t care. Not when these jewels presented themselves before her like this. But even with those desires, she pushed them aside and decided to get answers. Information was powerful, and it was likely best not to waste an opportunity to learn about her environment. She followed after Cole and stood to his right and a little back, watching him throw darts. The flash of sparks started the conversation. “So… what are you then? How come you know so much? And… what did you just do?” As curious as a cat, and with eyes as sharp and intelligent as a hawk’s, she watched those clever fingers of his and searched for signs of discoloration or fading glow. It seemed that there weren’t just demons lurking about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 03:24:30</strong>
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				He chuckled a little bit, glancing over at her through narrowed eyes. "<em>What</em> am I, is it then?" he asked, a touch of disdain in his voice. "I'm a mage, love, although nothing like those bleeding children you see in the movies and storybooks. Load of bollocks, that is. Some people are born with a gift to work spells; some people aren't. I was. And just being born with a spark's not enough. You have to work at it, on and on and on." He sniffed a little bit dismissively, before he picked up another dart and tossed it into the board, it flying with graceful accuracy. "I've never much cared for hard work, but I had enough natural talent to overcome much of that. And there I was, a young lad of nine, when I got captured by a cult trying to raise a few demons to build themselves an army. They'd tied me up, hoping it would keep me from working any spells until the demon emissary tore out my heart. He gave me a nasty gash before I could get the first spell off, but after that, I turned everything all pear-shaped for my captors, and both demon and human alike spilt much blood on that day." He picked up his glass of scotch, considering it for a moment. "Imagine it, will you? Not even ten years old, and I'd already killed a dozen men and a demon, and I had a scar on my chest that'd never heal up right. Think what that does to a boy."<br><br>He shifted and then lifted the scotch to his lips, taking a long draw from it, before shaking his head slightly. "Since then, I went back into training for a while, with a man who taught me a lot more about magic, and a little on how to survive. He died, or was killed rather, about seven years ago, and since then, I've basically been living off of what he left me, carrying on his mission, making sure the demons don't run loose in the world, by any means necessary. Sometimes that's easy things, othertimes, well, it gets a bit messy..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 18:14:53</strong>
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				Ezri wasn’t entirely sure how she was supposed to react. Was she so numb that she didn’t have any sympathy? Or had she swallowed her emotions so well that even now she was afraid to express them? The detective listened to the story and felt… empty. There was sympathy there, some pity, an inner voice wishing that there was a way to stop or change the course that they both seemed to be traveling on. But, then it was gone, more of a cursory than truth. Then again, what did she expect? The world wasn’t going to be fixed simply because this man said she now had leeway. There were still so many questions, Ezri hoped that she didn’t end up wasting the remaining time they had. So she blinked, as placid in the face as when he had introduced himself to her, until finally she looked away to the dartboard.<br><br>“So you’re a mage?” She didn’t make it sound like a question. “And Al is a demon.” What else was out there? And was she even surprised that she was ignorant of it all? Cole was curious, and handsome, but something about him frightened her. He gave information over freely, unlike Al, and she couldn’t help but feel as if she might regret this later. Everyone wanted something, in the end.<br><br>Ezri turned around, frowning now as she went back behind the bar. At first it was with the need to distract herself, to try and focus her mind and wrap it all around herself like a blanket, but déjà vu was settling in and gave the world a surreal edge. She needed to do something different in order to feel as if she weren’t dreaming that all of this really was happening. She grabbed a shot glass and a bottle of whiskey, pouring herself the first drink in a year. The amber liquid smelled of the familiar spices, the tartness prepared her mouth my tingling in her cheeks like a kid with a sour piece of candy. She shot it back and swallowed easily, savoring the tart bite of lime that slid down her throat and pooled in her belly, warming her from the inside out.<br><br>The detective couldn’t help but shiver, savoring the taste in her mouth in show with fluttering her lashes and licking her lips. The experience was almost erotic, as if she was feeling a lover’s kiss for the first time in far too long. Pale rose colored her cheeks, and a very satisfied sigh slid out from between her lips until she was, unbelievably, smiling. That rare, infectious, crooked tilt of her lips gave her a single dimple on her left cheek, which winked at Cole when it began to melt away from view. “Do you play pool?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 09:19:34</strong>
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				There was some part of him that felt slightly guilty, knowing the Tine was starting to kick in on her now that she'd had a bit of alcohol, and if she kept going, that lust would keep growing inside of her. Not that he particularly minded. She was easy on the eyes, that much was certain. And she could probably do with the release.<br><br>"Mmmmm. Mage," he said, letting the word roll around a bit. "I suppose that's fair enough. There's a lot of different people throwing around magic, and wizard would imply, well, some studiousness in my background. I'm a working class magician, love, and I've learned everything the hard way. The people on the street jokingly refer to me as The Dirt Mage, simply because I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty, unlike so many others, in their ivory towers." He shifted his position some, watching her savor the taste of that alcohol. "And yes, 'Al' as you call him is a Kulkathian demon. Nasty bunch. Their kind has gotten noticably aggressive as of late."<br><br>He sipped from his scotch as he watched her start to walk over towards the pool table. "I do, love, and most of the time I don't even cheat." He grinned wryly, knowing it would do good to keep her spirits up. There was a long, dark road ahead of her, and if she dwelled on it too long, it might well consume her like the ocean devouring a corpse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 20:21:10</strong>
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				Growing up, Ezri would pretend that she was a dinosaur or a super hero, wearing the table cloth as a cape and created sound effects when she fought off invisible foes. She didn’t imagine getting married, or played with Barbies with her friends. So this magic stuff, unicorns, romantic fairy tales, all of it was lost on her. She didn’t kiss frogs to turn them into a Prince; she put them in jars and tried to keep them in the bathtub and recreate her own eco system, before her mother would freak out at the mess. What did this have to do with now? Only that Ezri really didn’t know what the hell a mage even was, outside of the movies.<br><br>She pulled a stick from the wall, after turning a couple to eye the weights, and settled with nineteen. She hadn’t played in a long time, but the wood was familiar in her hands, and this wasn’t a contest against Bentz. The detective simply wanted a distraction with what had once been a familiar game to her. The whiskey warmed her belly; the felt of the table was a comfort under her hand, and after feeling around the underside, pulled a hidden trigger that was signaled with a heavy <em>clunk</em>. The balls were released from the mechanism inside, rolling down a set of tracks. She began to set the table, setting them in proper order before hanging the triangle.<br><br>She nodded to the mage, allowing him the pleasures of breaking if he wished. Now that the whiskey was beginning to fade in her stomach, she wanted another shot to replace it. Ezri added a few drops of water to perfume the liquor, sipping it this time before setting the glass on a small side table near where they played. She was sucking on her finger tips as she returned, removing the sticky residue that the drink left behind. “When you said ‘their kind’ has been getting aggressive… any idea as to why? And what makes them so nasty? I’d assume all demons were the sort to try and avoid at all costs.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 09:38:18</strong>
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				"Demons are just like any other bunch, love," he said, leaning down to get the cue lined up before he slammed the stick forward, breaking as he sent the cue ball flying towards the balls. It was clear he wasn't using his magic now, as he didn't sink a damn bloody thing. "Bollocks," he muttered with a scowl. "Most demons are cowardly shits who'd rather be in hiding, lest they draw the attention of those who endevour to hunt them down and pin them to walls."<br><br>He strolled back to his drink as he watched her pace around the table, like she was stalking her prey, looking for a shot. "By 'their kind' I meant the Kulkathians specifically. I am starting to suspect there might be someone or something riling them up in the last few years. I had a tussle with a Kulkathian about two years back. It was meaner than I'd ever encountered before, twitchy as all fuck, and eager to get its claws into someone on this side. I'm starting to wonder if there isn't a riot back in their home country that they're all starting to flee from. Or maybe a prison break a few years back. We certainly have gotten the degenerates of the bunch."<br><br>He shrugged a little bit. "Not all of the demons are that bad. A couple of them are even half-way likable, although you need to keep your eye on them at all times. Certainly not any worse than the fae, who'll try and get you indebted to them any chance they can, just to have another plaything to fuck, break and forget." He shook his head. "As for what makes the Kulkathians nasty, well, they're mostly a sadistic bunch, and they get their strength from the misery of others, so the more pain and suffering they can bring into the world, the more they can feed on it." He picked up his scotch, and he took another sip from it. "Which may be why your bug is so twitchy. Since you're so resolute."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 18:38:20</strong>
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				The whiskey was heaven; or perhaps a slice of it. Ezri held the amber liquid in her mouth and rolled the ice cube across her tongue, enjoying the way the heat of the alcohol warmed her guts and the ice cooled her tongue. She had to stop when it was her turn, so she detective set the glass down and licked her lips, enjoying the glow spreading through her. She picked up the cue stick with one hand and approached the table.<br><br>There were long nights spent at this table, speaking with friends, talking about cases, laughing over the crazy calls they’ve responded to. The stick twirled between her fingers, made easier by the chalk around her fingers. She bent over, lined up the shot… and felt her face twist with surprise. There was lust there, burning under everything. It knotted her stomach and rolled south, causing her hips to twitch and her nipples to grow hard. Ezri tried to clear her head by blinking rapidly, and only found her mind wandering.<br><br>She was positioned nicely. What woman didn’t like to be bent over and taken from behind? That heat intensified until she jerked back as if burned, dropping the cue with a clatter to the floor. She felt the pores on her body open, the heat flushed and intensified until a light sweat coated her body. Panting, Ezri stepped back another two feet before she was struggling out of her coat, trying to cool off the needy heat that seemed to have sprung from nowhere. Who was resolute now? "Uh... somethings uh... something feels wrong."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 08:57:26</strong>
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				He chuckled devilishly. "Well, I suppose we should be going for complete honesty, which means I should admit that I drugged you earlier on with what's called a Tine. They're sort of like a spiritual mosquito. They bring out all of the bad habits in people, starting with the need to drink, which I used to lure you away from your fellow police officers. There was...." he paused. "I suppose there still <em>is</em> a chance that it'll come to you or the Kulkathian, and then I'll be forced to take the question from your hands, and I figured that would be a little bit easier to do without an entire platoon of coppers surrounding me." He offered a sympathetic little shrug. "Sorry."<br><br>"You can try and sleep it off, in which case you should feel fine by morning, or you can try and burn it out by simply embracing the kinds of things the Tine likes to gorge itself on. Joy, lust, passion... you could probably get drunk, or go have a go at yourself in the bathroom, get an orgasm or two to feed the bugger until it falls off on its own." He smirked a little bit, taking another sip from his drink. "One never can be too careful when dealing with demons..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 17:03:41</strong>
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				This wasn’t a good trend; meeting strangers, getting manipulated by them, being used. Ezri felt anger boiling in her guts but it failed to win over the ever nagging need this Tine had planted. Had he stood closer, Cole would have had an unfriendly conversation with her fists. Now, the woman had to resort to stumbling back from the table, hugging herself tightly as if trying her best to restrain from impulses. Such as violence or sex. Yet there it was, lurking just beneath the surface, causing her body to clench and ache, wanting to feel that particular stretch as a hard cock was thrust inside of her.<br><br>Ezri stumbled over the cue but didn’t lose her footing. The wood stick clattered and rolled across the floor before coming to a stop near Cole’s leg, timed with panicked curses that rolled off of Ezri’s tongue like beads of oil. They were foul, angry things, aimed at herself just as they were aimed at Cole. This was her fault; again, this was what she got for trusting anyone. “Do you realize what you’ve done?” It was a venomous hiss that left her mouth, as if her words were trying to impersonate steam spewing between her teeth. “If I go home like this, how the hell can I resist?!”<br><br>It was hard enough fighting Al when she wasn’t drugged. Now her body seemed to beg for the right sort of touch, and the demon knew what she liked. How much of her soul would be consumed next? The demon would smell need in the air and wouldn’t hesitate, especially if he knew that Ezri was struggling against another force. And the options? She wouldn’t ever admit to being a failure when it came to ‘rubbing one off’, but that wasn’t ever a talent she possessed. And how would that ease the overwhelming need of a good, hard thrust.<br><br>Anger continued to heat her skin and blinded by the two warring emotions, Ezri stumbled towards the bar in order to run the sink. Cold water was a challenge to turn on, her hands trembled and had a hard time gripping around the knob, but the moment a heavy stream fell free, she splashed her face with the icy water. Rivulets streamed down the line of her jaw and splattered her shirt, beads of iridescent tangled in her lashes before splattering on her cheeks. Ezri, for lack of answers or options, tried to treat the needs like grit, something that could be cleansed from her skin. Wasn’t it bad enough that she hadn’t had physical contact of any kind of a year? She craved it before, but it only continued to grow and restrict the air in her heaving chest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>03-09-2011, 23:27:42</strong>
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				He tsked her politely. "You know, I hadn't originally intended to let you live when I drugged you. Kulkathians are deadly and they usually turn their prey into violent sociopaths. It is also absolutely unheard of for someone to resist a Kulkathian influence, so you will have to forgive me if I do not apologize for my actions." He bent down and picked up the stick, lifting it and setting it upon the table. "So don't go home yet. Pick up some stranger in the bar next door. Or sate yourself in the bathroom. Or, hell, if it is really that difficult I could try and sate your needs, although I am a touch out of practice at this sort of thing. Most women would rather be flayed alive than sleep with someone as scarred and inked as I am."<br><br>Cole was well aware of how when his clothes came off, women tended to flee in fear. A lifetime of battling all sorts of foul underworldly things had left his body a mess, because the various scars that had healed over, to the protective wards he'd had inked into his flesh to keep himself safe from all the horrible things that walked in the world. An eternity of abuse and survival, all rolled into one brutalized package that had endured more horrors than a million people combined. Like the man said, it wasn't the years, it was the mileage. In the end, he tended to have to resort to visits in Nevada, with women who were understanding of his condition -- for the right price, of course. <br><br>"I suppose you could close eyes and use me as you saw fit, or tell me what you wanted. You clearly shouldn't be forced to endure the beast's company, but I'm afraid I'm not a whole lot better." He wasn't accustomed to these kinds of situations. Every time he'd used the Tine, it had been purely to draw out a target and eliminate them. Using it as an aphrodesiac... it wasn't really his style.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>06-09-2011, 19:10:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Use him? As angry as Ezri was about the whole thing, he really didn’t know one thing about her at all. Ezri didn’t use people, that was one of the reasons she resisted the demon and he found himself on his own. She didn’t help him kill, she didn’t lure anyone in for him, and she didn’t manipulate a situation in order to make it simple for the evil creature that latched itself onto her. Ezri’s tainted soul was still pure enough to resist, she wasn’t about to make an exception on the magic user. If they were going to fuck, it would be consensual and desired by both parties. No fine print.<br><br>It was just… nearly impossible to think right now. Cold water ran down her face, beading down her throat and began to slip towards her breasts, but it wasn’t removing any of that heat. Her knees started to knock together. “I don’t use people…” Ezri wanted to sound firm, to strike that fact into Cole’s heart so he knew she was speaking the truth. Instead it came out with a moan, a desperate quake that sounded like the truth, still, but whined and accused. She didn’t want to cave; she didn’t want to be forced into any of the choices he had presented her with. She was tired of it, of not having her own free will or say in matters. Because of that, she hated him as much as she hated Al. They were no different.<br><br>Ezri dropped to her knees with a sob, the water still running and flinging icy drips everywhere. She found sitting down no easier than standing, squeezed her legs together and finally hugged herself. Still she craved that thrust; still she craved warm hands, a firm grip, the caress of lips and that ache. She was a sensitive and responsive lover, one that had been denying herself even the most basic of pleasures for far too long. Scars didn’t scare her; she had many herself. Ink didn’t frighten her either; she had her own hidden under her t-shirt, an extravagant display of plum blossoms that stretched down and coiled around her hip and down her thigh. She didn’t at all find Cole to be an unattractive man. Just an asshole. Scars told stories and added character, she was the woman who enjoyed tracing them with lips and fingers for the sake of exploration and adoration. Again, Cole was wrong about her.<br><br>As strong of a woman as she was, Ezri still wanted a man who would endure where she might fall. There was proof of that under his clothes and molted by ink. But these sights were closed off by her lifted hands, shielding the view of panicked tears tangling in her lashes and streaming down her face. She was determined not to move, if Cole left her like this, she’d stay until morning or her demon came to recollect her himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 19:03:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighed a little bit, shaking his head. "Perhaps 'use' was a poor choice of words, love."&nbsp; He slowly walked over towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "A man would have to be out of his mind not to want to fuck you into ecstasy, but I also don't want you resenting me for it later. I'm trying to help, and I'm trying not to take away your choice in the matter. Believe it or not, I honestly am trying to help you, love, but I've seen what happens when people don't have a hand in their own redemption - they feel cheated by all of it, and they're angry, all of the time, to the point of self-destruction."<br><br>He crouched down and offered a slight smile. "I'm happy to fuck you until you get that release your body is so yearning for, dear, but I won't do it unless you ask me to. You need to understand how different your demon and I are. I might have blood on my hands. Hell, I've killed more than my fair share, and probably taken a few innocent folk along the way accidentally, but rape's not in my heart." His hand moved to brush some of her hair from her face. His fingertips were gentle in their caress, although the flesh of his fingers was calloused and worked, a blue collar magician if ever there was one. He was crouched close to her, the smell of leather, gun oil, blade oil, sweat and other smells of the street. It wasn't the kind of thing most women would consider a cologne, but he'd realized Ezri wasn't most women.<br><br>That hand of his moved across her shoulder slowly, trying to both comfort her and offer her the option without being forceful about it. He wanted her trusting him, and if he took her forcefully without her request, he'd be no worse than her demon... <br><br>"The decision is yours."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 20:36:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ezri should have winced from his touch. She should have rolled her shoulders, shrank away and said something challenging before walking out. She should have punched him for doing this to her in the first place, frustrated beyond belief at being used both as pray and pawn. Ezri should have told Cole exactly what she was thinking before the tine had taken affect. But now, all she could focus on was the heat of his hand resting on her shoulder, the cold droplets of water sprinkling down around them, and that hypnotic ambrosia that was Cole’s scent. It was hypnotic, alluring, bringing her nose closer and closer to the crook of his neck, until there was no more space between them.<br><br>Ezri inhaled slowly, savoring the way those familiar smells seemed to hypnotize her. Full lips, cool from the water still clinging to her face, brushed against Cole’s throat. She was oblivious to anything he had said, now. All that seemed to matter was to feel her skin brushing against his, lifting her light, fleeting kisses from near his shoulder, until they ended around his ear. A warm puff of breath tickled at the lobe before being captured by her tongue and teeth, gently.<br><br>Her hands found cloth, where fingers curled into the fabric before pulling. Either she was going to pull him in closer, or Ezri would slide herself over to the mage, all but sitting in his lap. “I have one rule,” speaking was difficult, but this was important enough for her to try. “N-No… mmmf…” Her lips brushed along his jaw, distracted by the press of their chests, and now she did crawl into his lap, grinding herself against him. This released another moan, a feminine sound that promised so much more. “No… kissing on the lips.” She swallowed, moving her mouth back down the side of his throat. “Call me a hopeless romantic.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>10-10-2011, 05:47:27</strong>
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				"Alright love, you're a hopeless romantic," he said with a dry chuckle. When she pressed towards him, it helped him down to the floor, sitting so she could crawl into his lap, and his hands moved to slowly peel the fabric from her flesh. His touch was firm, strong, yet careful, not forceful, as he exposed her chest, removing the shirt, pushing it up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor. His fingertips moved to unbutton his shirt and he knew the exposure might shock her a little, even in her drugged state. His chest wasn't just littered with scars, there was more scar tissue than there was unmarred flesh, and all of the flesh that wasn't scarred had ink on it. Hell, even some of the scarred flesh was tattooed, covered in sigils, insignias and inscriptions, all things used to keep the demons and devils at bay.<br><br>One of his hands reached up to cup one of her tits through the bra that had been beneath the t-shirt, squeezing the flesh as he moved to kiss her cheek, then along her neck, his other hand pushing down the front of her jeans, using a turn of his thumb to unbutton them, the zipper working itself downward as his hand moved to rub against her pussy through whatever scrap of fabric she might have on beneath it. His cock twitched and pulsed beneath her, feeling her body grinding down against his, throbbing beneath his jeans and boxers, as he slipped from his shirt, dropping it on the floor as well, the fabric giving them space to lay down, if she wanted that, but it seemed she was hungry, wild, eager and ready, so his fingertips caresses against those folds as his other hand slid back to find the clasp of her bra, popping it loose with his thumb and middle finger.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-10-2011, 21:46:16</strong>
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				The scars went unseen; Ezri’s eyes were glued shut for the moment, if only so she might indulge in other sensations. Particularly, to heighten that of ‘touch’. Her hands roamed, they claimed his chest and soothed up and down the hard muscle and didn’t blanch or hesitate over the contrast. Warm flesh, ink, the hard, smooth flesh of scar tissue that felt like melted plastic. The more she touched and played the more eager she became and at this point it wasn’t just the tine making her aroused. She ached to press bare nipples against his chest, so feel Cole’s weight shifting and gliding across her body until she was bucking because she couldn’t handle anymore.<br><br>The bra was freed; Ezri wiggled herself out of the straps and left the lacy bit of cloth to fall to the ground, before a throaty purr broke free as his large hands began to stroke at her pussy, warming her up. Now her eyes opened, though they seemed blind, and stared up at the ceiling as she continued to grind down against his cock, straddling his lap. And where he rubbed against her still, she began to grow wet, slippery against his fingers until she shuddered with every passing stroke of his hand. She cursed, dipping her head forward even while her hands moved up, cupping the side of his neck even as her forehead pressed against his.<br><br>She needed him now. Drugged, in a thick haze of need Ezri reached down to help herself to his cock, pushing down at his jeans until she was able to get at his boxers. Her hands were warm, gentle, yet firm and needy as she stroked him in her palm, struggling to focus her eyes once they locked onto his. Somehow it felt a little more intimate than kissing, but she didn’t look away even as she lifted her hips, encouraging the mage to follow her lead and take her hips. She wanted him to force her down on his cock, to pull her until they were wedged tight and locked against one another. “I want you inside me,” she whispered, which was soon followed by a moan. “Just tell me how you want me.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>25-10-2011, 08:53:19</strong>
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				He pushed one of his fingertips inside of her pussy for a long moment before sliding it back and out, lifting that digit to his lips, licking it clean to get the taste of her into his mouth. He shifted them slightly, to lean his back against the bar, giving him a brace as he helped her push his jeans down to his knees, shifting her to keep her straddling his lap, her nipples rubbing against his chest, thatches of hair still on it between the streaks of smooth, distorted scarred flesh.<br><br>"I want you right here, riding me, reclaiming the control of your life... right after I give it the first..." His hands grabbed onto her hips and pressed her cunt down firmly onto that thick dick of his, sliding it deep inside of her pussy, pushing up against her as he tugged her down onto it. "Push..." he breathed out, finishing his sentence, his grasp firm, not letting her twist or move away, forcing that cock deep, deep, deep, until he was almost entirely buried inside of her, licking his lips as his eyes struggled to hold her gaze. <br><br>"It's your life, Ezri. Take it back. Savor that pleasure you've denied yourself for so long."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>25-10-2011, 09:19:40</strong>
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				Cole took her breath away. Not only was it due to the thickness of his cock, stretching away at her like that, but for the pressure he created inside of her, and the force of his pull. That single moment caused her to make a sound she didn’t even recognize to be her own, a raspy, high pitched “Ihii!” as his member slid home. In this she broke their eye contact, in which they had opted for rolling up into the back of her head first, even as her teeth clenched together as her undulated in his lap. As much as his gripping hands allowed, that is. She found his demanding grip to be thrilling, and wanted nothing more than to ache and exhaust the both of them after their fun.<br><br>But how could she savor the pleasure when her body was screaming at her to ride him hard in fast? It was like a race, wasn’t it? She was a horse in the stall, and the moment the gates were open, she wanted to charge as fast and as hard as she could. The mage would have to restrain her hips if she was going to accomplish any savoring, but that wasn’t exactly a negative mark on this.<br><br>With a shudder, Ezri opened her eyes a crack and found his once again. She trembled as she panted, still not yet moving but pulsed and flexed around his cock as her body got used to him being inside of her. After another shudder she slumped forward a little more, until lethargic hands scooted forward to brace herself against the cabinets. She was dizzy with need, struggling to remind her body just how to properly function. She wasn’t to please him just as much as she wished to be pleased herself. “It’s been… so long…” Her whisper was breathy, hoarse, and barely audible even with her lips brushing against his in teasing caresses every few words. She lifted her hips and sank down again with a moan. She moved slowly, but the grind after each pump was firm and eager. Up again, then down with a soft moan she fed teasingly close to his lips, as if offering those words to him as some sort of praise. “My body can’t… make up its mind. Fast? Slow? Hard or soft… Nngh… Every nerve is tingling and screaming with greed.”<br><br>She lifted a single hand and used that to brush up the side of his face while her eyes cracked open again. She watched his face, soothed her finger tips against his cheeks and slowly, firmly, rode his cock with the liquid grace of an eager woman who wouldn’t be tired any time soon. There was too much to taste.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 21:43:30</strong>
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				He laughed a little bit. "Then work your way through them one at a time. Let's start with hard and fast, just to take the edge off." He could see she was struggling to be able to clear her head, to focus, so he wanted to make sure she could think clearly again. A first quick release would certainly help edge off the Tine's influence on her. So both of his hands grasped firmly on her hips and started to force her into a rough, galloping rhythm, not giving her a chance to get caught in thinking too much about it. His hips lunged up into hers each time he helped her slam down into his lap, keeping that tempo at a good and frenzied pace.<br><br>He ground up against her. He could tell her body had been trapped in a void for so long, that she'd been able to savor these things, these feelings, that he wanted to help set that right. Sex, like magic, often involved a test of endurance, and he was known for his stamina, in both fields. His cock thrust deep inside of her pussy each time she collapsed into his lap, only to snap his hips, wrenching with his hands to slide her up only to ram her back down again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 18:35:09</strong>
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				Even before the demon, Ezri had a certain taste for the rougher side of sex. For a woman who was always in charge of the situation, sometimes she thrilled in being utterly controlled, and if she trusted the man enough, she would freely hand him the reins and tell him to take her how they wanted. But that’s been years now, and with the stress and tension of her job, alongside the demonic entity who refused to let her be, Ezri had swallowed those desires and left them to rot. But she couldn’t help but feel them again now that Cole was rocking her body so, each hard clap sending pleasure singing straight up through her core. She was a little surprised and this showed on her face, but soon Ezri simply closed her eyes, pressing her forehead against his as each excited little sound purred from her throat to tease the air in front of his face.<br><br>Not long. Ezri knew it instantly, in a matter of moments his hips would send her crashing over the edge and into oblivion, and those strong, inner muscles would be clenching and sucking at his prick as if trying to coax out every creamy drop. She kept her hands braced on the cupboards behind him, matching him grinding thrust for grinding thrust, and felt heat prickling across her skin and encouraging her nipples to tighten and stand to attention. With a sharp hiss of air between clenched teeth, she whispered to him, voice gaining volume as she rapidly approached that edge. “I-I’m close, Cole…” She grunted as their hips collided, slapping together before bouncing apart. Inner muscles clenched and spasmed, and despite her eagerness before, she was growing further wet as her tempo began to break as that orgasm approached. “Oh… oh god..!”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>22-11-2011, 04:04:16</strong>
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				He could see she desperately needed this, the primal nature that this woman had simply stifled by the demon who had kept her in check. under lock and key for fear of her sanity, and now she was revelling in the taste of freedom, even if it was only for a short while. He wanted to make sure she got everything she needed out of this, the mixture of guilt and lust blending in his blood. He could feel her body shiver when he started to get strong about it, so he intended to follow that instinct. His instincts got him into trouble often, but in the long run, it had always been for the best. So he pushed her down harder, rougher, his skin leathery against her smoothness.<br><br>"That's it, Ezri, you don't need to fight it. Ride through it. Let that first release hit you. Embrace it. You can give in, just for a moment. You're safe, I promise." His voice was soothing, but also a touch commanding, his grip forcing her pussy down onto his dick with more force, more speed, a more abrasive tempo, letting his cock punch inside of her again and again. And he let one hand rise up, then slap down onto her ass with a firm spank, as if to coax her hips more into his on her own accord, and partially because he could see the force was egging her on. He could feel her starting to tense up, but he could see the well ran deep in her need, and he wanted to make sure she wasn't just allowed to taste the water, but drink deep from the well.<br><br>"Cum for me." It didn't sound like a request.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>22-11-2011, 18:26:34</strong>
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				Ezri’s fingers clawed at the cabinets, failing to find anything sturdy enough to stabilize herself for the coming release. So her hands gripped his shoulder, the other snaking up to fist his hair just as a surrender elapsed through her body. She was indeed going to cum, coaxed not only by their actions but by his words as well. The detective didn’t break her rule on kissing, she had her lips brush his chin, along his jaw, as she gasped and cooed with growing volume and need. Then, her spine arched as she grunted, gasping around an erratic scream of pleasure. She convulsed around his length, gripped it with tight, moist inner walls and continued to twitch and spasm with every pulse of her orgasm.<br><br>She wasn’t a silent lover, nor was she afraid to reward her partner with the mewls of her pleasure. After several seconds of her spine bowing, causing Ezri’s chest to thrust forward onto display, she whiplashed back until her forehead nestled into the crook of his neck. Now she was clinging to him, gasping with deep pants to try and pull enough oxygen into her lungs before the pleasure finally began to fade. Still her pussy pulsed and clenched, still she mewled and moaned her bliss as she turned his lap into a wet mess. But the more she got her wits about her, the more she felt compelled to kiss him, to shower him with praise and thanks for allowing her to have it.<br><br>She wasn’t bouncing in his lap anymore, not unless the magus was pulling her down even still. Ezri basked in the afterglow, savoring the sensation of having his cock buried so deep inside of her, even as her body continued to clench and flex around his length, seeking to pull out his own pleasure. She couldn’t say anything yet, but she moaned for him, brushing her lips across his face in praise while slowly, leisurely, rocking her hips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 23:18:40</strong>
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				He let her move as she wanted, able to sense there was a dire need of release in her body that had been growing there from long before he'd walked into her life. His fingers stroked her flesh, soft caresses contrasted by the hard touch of his fingertips' flesh. He wasn't going to kiss her, but the temptation ran through his mind more than once when she pressed kisses against his chin. He was, however, keeping her hips moving for a long moment, feeling her whimper and cry as the release started to wrack her body. He could feel her pussy tighten and clench along his cock, while her breathing was quick and erratic. And yet, he kept her in motion, as if he wanted to make sure that first release was a lock, that it drove home that pleasure wasn't something to be feared or hated. He'd seen what demons did to people, how it made them wall away portions of themselves, afraid that letting it out even for a moment would destroy them. This woman had denied herself pleasure far too long, and now he wanted to make sure she understood, this was not something to be afraid of, but something to be treasured.<br><br>As he felt her hips start to slow in their shifts, his hands also slowed in their forceful presses, eventually giving her a long moment to catch her breath, her lips pressing kisses to his cheek and whisper sweet dirty words at him, her hips still leisurely rocking and swivelling against his lap. "Easy there, love," his dark voice said to her. "You've got plenty of time to catch your breath and get another round or two before we'll need to get you back and under the cover from that monkey on your back. There'll be time enough to get your fill, and I'm not going anywhere." He presses his lips in a kiss against her forehead, knowing he wasn't to kiss her on the mouth, but wanting to show his pleasure at her finally getting a moment's reprieve from the horror she'd been trapped in for so very long.<br><br>One of his hands smoothed along her back, and up along her spine, the other moving to settle on her ass, giving the sweaty flesh a soft squeeze. He slowly brought his eyes down to see hers, pleased to see the spark of life having been reignited, even if only for a short while.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>03-12-2011, 09:25:19</strong>
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				Slowly, her hands inched up towards his face as one, cupping the side of his neck before the brushed further up to cradle the back of his head. She held him like that, still speared on his hard cock as their eyes met. The moment was incredibly intimate, and that intimacy made Ezri feel vulnerable. She didn’t shy away from him or throw up those walls she was so protected behind. For several long moments she allowed that magi to speak, reading clearly her emotions as they settled behind her eyes. Relief. Desire. Fear. It was when the later became overwhelming that she closed her eyes and tipped her head forward, pressing her forehead against his collarbone.<br><br>“I don’t want to go back.” Her voice was a soft whisper, almost lost beneath the sounds of the rushing water still pouring into the drain of the sink above their heads. Soft lips brushed over his heart and kissed the warm skin there, teasing at a point between scar tissue and tattooed flesh. “Don’t make me. Don’t even ask me too… I can’t. Every day for the last year I’ve been trapped, and now that I’ve had even a moment alone with him I can remember parts of my old self again.” A firm kiss was placed against that same spot, before Ezri was brushing her cheek there and breathing softly against the side of his neck.<br><br>Her eyes closed, her arms curled around his waist in order to draw her body more firmly against him. “Take me with you. Or take me away from him. I don’t want to keep losing myself just to keep myself alive, in the end is it even worth it? Please.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 08:26:08</strong>
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				He sighed a little bit. "You know if I take you from him now, it means it'll last longer, and he'll be following you longer. We won't be able to get rid of him anywhere near as easily. He'll be able to influence your emotions while we're working on it, too. It'll be like having a Tine in you at all times, but for all sorts of emotion, not just lust. Anger, fear, lust, joy, apathy... the whole gamut." His fingertips were stroking her hair, letting her settle in his lap, still wrapped around his cock, as his other hand smoothed against the flesh of her back. "You'll be plagued by horrible dreams, and you'll feel he's just around the corner all the time, and he might be, because he will slowly be able to track you, which means you have to just be willing to drop everything." He sighed a little bit. "Your other choice is to try and keep it all hidden from him and go about your life, and I can pull you out of it about once every two to three days, for about four hours at a time. I can't tell you how many of those sessions it'll take before we get you free."<br><br>He could feel her shivering against his form. "It's your decision to make. If you don't have anything in your old life you need to hold onto, you can run with me, and just try and deal with the consequences. If you want to come back to this life, well, you'll need to hold it together and endure it, love, otherwise you'll find he'll rip you to pieces just for being associated with me. My name isn't exactly something Kulkathans are fond of hearing."<br><br>His deep blues closed as he let her cling to him. "You don't need to decide now. You have at least another hour or so before you'll need to make up your mind. For now, just drink it what it's like to be you again."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 09:01:47</strong>
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				Ezri saw no differences compared to the things she was experiencing now. The demon was always fighting to control her emotions; always looking to manipulate her and use her for his whims. It was bleeding into her work, making her a danger to everyone around her. In so many ways, Ezri would have been better off dead, but she was far too stubborn to simply turn over and end it all. This taste of freedom was refreshing for her soul, it made breathing a little easier, it made her remember what hope was. It made the detective honestly feel again, instead of pretending around false emotions and lies. It wasn’t just sex, it was touch. The way Cole spoke with her and held her. They were coiled against one another like lovers, and the rough man who had angered her so much earlier, soothed her temper and gave her hope.<br><br>And a bunch of other sappy stuff.<br><br>Closing her eyes, Ezri traced her lips up the side of his neck, gently nibbling on her way up. Kisses lingered as they reached his jaw line, but they continued until they finally hovered over his lips, warm, soft, but not touching. Slowly she opened her eyes, dark green meeting with the deep blue pools of his. She shifted her hips, not forgetting what she had yet been rewarded with. “I’ve already made my choice.” She kissed him, the hesitant brush of her lips met against his with an almost timid air. It’s been such a long time but even in that soft gesture her passion showed through. She was melting, breaking through those shields, allowing herself to give in and experience the moment without restrictions. Again, Ezri grinded down against his lap, wishing nothing more than to keep his interest and to give him the pleasure he desired.<br><br>“We have time yet. You gave me what my body demanded, let me return the favor. Show me what you want most.” She kissed him again, this time her hands began to bury in his hair, pulling him closer. There was nervousness there, but nervousness in the way one might feel climbing into the seat of an imposing roller-coaster. You wanted to get on that ride, you knew you would be safe, but the anticipation was still there, wondering just what you were getting yourself into. If he told her to keep from holding back, even in this short amount of time, let him lead by example. Let him give in a little.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 00:19:42</strong>
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				He could feel her relax against him, and he hoped he hadn't given her false hope. Cole had a rather bleak outlook on life, and there were no guarantees any of this was going to work. Typically, he would simply put them down and deal with the demon as well, but this woman wanted to fight, and she had been struggling for so long, rather than embracing the demon's nature. Didn't that give her some merit, in being able to fight it? He had to relent, even in his dark hard, and admit that it did. It was simply a question of how much. She was, deep in her heart, a cop, and in every way that counted, he was a criminal. He'd murdered more than his fair share, stolen twice as much, and justified it all under the blank cheque of "doing the right thing." He hoped that she understood what she was signing up for, by agreeing to stay with him until the demon was completely purged from her. It would be brutal and challenging at every step of the way.<br><br>But it was her choice to make.<br><br>He was a little surprised when she kissed him, but he didn't shy away from it, letting her lips hold against his, returning the kiss in the manner in which it was given, nervously and cautiously. She trusted him, he could tell, but only so far, and hope was an intoxicating thing, a drug in and of itself. He kept his arms wrapped around her, stroking her hair gently, his other hand smoothing along her back. His cock still twitched, firm and hard lodged up inside of her. "If you're staying with me, we have all the time in the world," he chuckled throatily, that voice of his sagelike and world-worn. "And you don't have to sink to my level of chaos just because you're running with me." And yet, he could tell that look in her eyes wasn't going to let him off without giving a bit of his own.<br><br>Cole inhaled slowly, then let the breath out carefully. "Alright, love, but don't say I didn't warn you in advance. If you're trying to get me off, you should give in to the Tine full force. I like my sex like I like my sport - rough, dirty, uncontrolled, profane, with lots of swearing and as few rules as possible. On all fours, bent over a table, in the arse, bouncing in my lap, any position and hole I can get, sweaty, rampaging, with no bit of restraint. The scars on my body run deep, and cover most of me, so it needs to get intense for me to feel it, otherwise it's just so much petting and rubbing." He was a man of only two states - complete and total control, and complete and total lack of control. There was no half way with him. He simply wasn't build that way. Most of that time, he kept it all wound up, coiled inside of him, like a weapon just beneath his inked skin. But he could see she was intent on learning everything she could about him. And if she was going to be running with him, the demon would be cranking her emotions to 12 every chance he got, so it was best to just lay his cards on the table.<br><br>His fingernails raked a little bit up against her back, a bit more firmly now, almost a cautionary gesture, or a chance for her to ask to get off the ride before it started. He wouldn't presume to judge her, but he wanted her aware that the ticket she was buying was hair-raising at the very least. He was trying his best to do right by her, but he could feel the lust starting to rise in his own blood. The Tine's venom was infectious, trying to spread itself thin so it would burn out faster, which meant it was starting to stoke his own internal fire even more than it already had been. "Y'sure?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 07:00:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cole’s voice excited her, and his words sent a delicious little shudder through her body until she clenched and moaned softly in response. But she hadn’t missed their warning, which roused a suspicious part of her mind. While those promises sounded absolutely delicious, (and left her growing moist with her need,) trust was difficult given her situation, and trust needed to be handed over to Cole if they were really going to do this. Backing out shortly after they got started wasn’t fair, and leaving him with no finish wasn’t how Ezri preferred to work. His release was just as important as hers had been, and the thought of hearing Cole grunting and moaning as he crashed over the edge was a sound she craved like dry land for the drowning man.<br><br>After licking her lips, Ezri swallowed. “I like my hair pulled.” They were instructions, not request, and just another way to say ‘let’s get sticky’. “I like to be bitten. I’ve never been fucked in the ass before but I’ll let you take that cherry some other night when we have the proper time, if you promise to do something for me.”<br><br>She twisted her fingers in his hair, as tight as those short locks would allow, before kissing him fiercely. There was still an underlining nervousness to it; perhaps the magus would even be able to feel her pulse hammering against her chest? But already he was inside of her, already he would feel those warm walls slick with her need, and eager to take the brutal hammering of his hips. She bit Cole’s lower lip, letting it slide free from between her teeth. “Fuck me like a bitch in heat.”<br><br>She kissed him again, hotly; panting as that tine began to boil and increase her endorphins exponentially. “Mount me from behind and take my breath away. I want you to fuck me so hard my body submits to you. Think you can handle that?” And the other question; could she? The demon had forced himself upon her, now Ezri was all but asking Cole to do that same thing. She wanted him to erase all memory of that night from her thoughts, replacing it with their own dirty, twisted desires.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 09:40:02</strong>
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				His eyes watched her as he talked, and he felt the muscles of her twat squeeze down on his shaft in a reflexive clench when he spoke. He could see the wheels running in her mind, weighing up her options, making sure that she could handle what she was asking for. He was no kind soul in the sack, he was well aware, but from the squirm of her hips, it seemed like that only delighted her. Perhaps they would do alright in the struggle, Cole thought to himself. And then she opened up, not all the way, but enough for him to know that she wouldn't freak, and that she wasn't just embracing him out of desperation. There was some of that, but he was also the light at the end of the tunnel, and she was taking it on faith that he wasn't simply another train.<br><br>When she licked her lips and began instructing him, he nodded quietly. It was good to know the kinds of things that got her off, as well as that she was okay with who he was, at the core. At the words "if you promise to do something for me," he nodded, and licked his lips a little. Virgin ass was always one of the greatest sensations in the world, tight and intense and cramped and crude. But he could see she wanted something from him. He felt her tongue pushing into his mouth before he even felt her jamming her face against his. Her heartbeat was racing, but her pussy was also quivering around him. She was conflicted, but not that conflicted. He tried not to smile a little as she bit his bottom lip, then let it snap back. And those words were perhaps the best words he'd heard in years. This was a woman who understood his needs, who knew how to tap the part of him that he squirreled away from the masses. It was the perfectly chosen turn of phrase.<br><br>Their lips met again, and this time, he kissed her back even harder, his hand bunching up in her hair like a leash. The tine was stroking his system as well, and they were getting ready to run into a land he'd not been in in some time. "Oh, I'm fuckin' sure of it, love," he said when she pulled back. His hand tugged sharply on her hair to make her head lift suddenly, so he could press a kiss against her neck, then rake his teeth against the flesh before giving it a bit of a bite, enamel etching into skin before he pulled away. <br><br>This position would not do, oh no, and he pushed her down onto her back suddenly, forcing her legs up enough so that he could turn her, making her roll on the floor onto her hands and knees, pushing those legs up and under her so that she was down on all fours but close enough to the pool table so she could use it as a brace when she needed it. And he was damn well sure he was going to make sure she needed it.<br><br>Strong fingers clenched her hair again and yanked back, to make her back arch, as he moved up onto his own knees, then leaned back onto his toes and then his heels, able to shift up with the grace of a cat. Half a second later, his cock was lined up right against her snatch and then he slammed forward just as he gave her mane another tug, ramming his cock down until his balls slapped against her skin, plowing into her, his other hand on her hip to steady her, forcing her into the thrust, as a gutteral grunt of pleasure escaped his lips. His hips drew back, sliding his cock completely out of her wet folds, the backwards drawing motion almost a touch slow, and then, abruptly, SLAM, again his hips battered forwards into hers, that thrust boring his cock inside of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 18:55:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Maybe she was getting a little carried away? Maybe Ezri really didn’t understand what she was about to get herself into? But, then again, it had been like that when she opened herself up to that one night stand with the demon. It hadn’t had pure intentions, but they were still innocent enough. And now the woman was allowing a strange man, one who possessed magic, to fuck her like his own, personal whore? There was something wrong with that, there was something wrong with her. Surely the results wouldn’t end well; look at her now. No one’s prime example for success.<br><br>But Cole was irresistible; he held a certain charisma that spoke to more than just her libido. She enjoyed his scars; she enjoyed tracing the patterns of his ink. But she also happened to enjoy the take-charge attitude of the man, despite his willingness to play just by her own rules. Ezri enjoyed sex, she had missed it and cut herself off so that the demon wouldn’t ever lie down with her again. So that brutal thrust after she was positioned onto her hands and knees was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Her entire body tensed with the impact and she whimpered for him with such a low purr she wasn’t entirely sure if he could hear it or not.<br><br>His cock kissed her cervix, flooding her womb with a dull ache that tightened her nipples and had the woman adjusting herself, lowering her face to the ground so as to ease the angle. She could feel her cunt straining as it stretched around his girth, and a light sweat refreshed itself on her skin. And when Cole pulled back, other than their gasping they could both hear the wet smack of his prick withdrawing from her lips.<br><br>“Nngh!” A hand lifted, bracing against the pool table to keep her body from sliding forward. Her eyes widened from the force of his thrust, but it was growing on her, it spoke to a primal part of the woman that was only now waking. She’s had rough sex before, but even the demon hadn’t taken her like this. Somehow that was fitting, and somehow Ezri only demanded more. Around clench teeth she taunted him, even as she smiled, desiring the magus to keep pushing her limits. “Is that all you have? Nngh… Was all that just talk? Hurt me, Cole.” She wanted him to cum and she wanted him to sweat. But most of all, she wanted them both to be satisfied.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>10-12-2011, 01:25:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The goading was exactly the kind of thing that got his motor running. He was big on talking and talkers. His hips drew back and then rammed forward again with enough force to make her knees skid just a little on the cool tile floor of the bar, feeling the head of his cock battering up against her cervix, coring into her like vikings with a battering ram at the walls. Half a second later, he was drawn back and ramming forward again, then again, each thrust like a thunderclap of flesh on flesh, as he started to piledrive his body into hers, his balls slapping against her flesh like they were trying to slap her with the rest of him. One of his hands stayed in that hair of hers and tugged again, right in time with a smack down of his other hand against her ass, enough to let the flesh redden just a bit under his touch.<br><br>Each panting breath punctuated his body grinding against hers, the wet squishing sounds of his cock pistoning in and out of her like a constant background track. He licked his lips as he heard the grunt from her lips, and for him, that was just a sign that his body should collide harder with hers, that his efforts should only keep picking up pace, redoubling in force, her hand pressed against the pool table enough that the table was starting to skid a little itself. Sweat was starting to coat his scarred skin, as he was working himself up, her body thrusting into his primitive thrusts tapping into that long-held control, breaking it down and releasing the primal sexual creature within his heart.<br><br>He was trying not to overwhelm her, trying not to be too rough or forceful, because even in the feral rushes he still wanted to be sure her pleasure was baking into her life again, warming up the nearly stone-cold soul of hers that the demon had chipped away it. He could feel that release starting to well up inside of him, the kind of cum he hadn't had in a long time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-12-2011, 05:12:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ezri hadn’t expected such power from the man; he said he would be rough and she believed him, but this tempo was far too fast for her to match while in this position. Cole wouldn’t be able to see the open shock on her face, but he’d hear her gasp, he’d be able to watch the tension building through her back and shoulders as she braced herself. He would hear her keening cries building in volume and excitement as he fed her pleasure again and again.<br><br>She was more sensitive, now, since she had came only minutes prior. Nerves tingled and sparked as she shuddered and braced herself, until it became a war in order to hold herself in one spot. Ezri didn’t mind this sense of abandon from the magus, in so many ways the both of them needed it more than they knew. Her vulnerability didn’t feel nearly as much as a crutch anymore; it spurred her on. It encouraged her to feed his gluttony.<br><br>Both hands curled into tight fists, and with a keening whimper, she pushed back against him, slamming her hips back in order to meet his thrust forward. The sensations, overwhelming, exploded throughout her body, until she was crying around his name as she allowed her chest to drop closer to the ground. The floor teased her hardened nipples, even as she kept her head craned back so he could keep his hands twisted in the silken ribbons of her hair. “Fuck..!” Another slap backwards, one that made her guts clench and a high pitched <em>Ihhi</em> rattle from her lungs. Ezri craned her head back, eyes squeezed closed. “Cum for me,” even in a position of complete submission, she was demanding. The woman knew what she wanted, and even the hungry muscles of her cunt began to clench around his prick, as if it were a hungry mouth ready to suck him dry. “Fucking cum <em>in</em> me!”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>11-12-2011, 03:54:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He could feel her gasp and shiver each time his body collided with hers, the impact sending droplets of sweat flying around the room, like an explosion of tiny beads of water that bounced from their skin. He could see her boring down, trying to get better traction to push back against his overwhelming assault.<br><br>Cole wasn't always ravenous, but at the moment, it had been well over a year since he'd been laid, and the Tine was working on his system as much as it was hers, nearing its breaking point. There was only so much venom in the little buggers. But it was going to push on the two of them to its dying breath. If it even breathed. He wasn't entirely sure.<br><br>He could feel her bang one of her fists against the pool table, and that made him smile. His hand in her hair was making her back arch more than he expected she was accustomed to, but it was letting him shove his cock oh-so-deep inside of hot cunt, feeling her clamp and tighten around his cock, each time he plowed hilt deep inside of her, his balls drenched in her juices.<br><br>At her demands, his body's natural instinct was to fight and protest, to try and hold out a little longer, but his body had run its course for holding on for the first release, finally yielding as his dick began to spew hot and sticky cum inside of her, what felt like an endless deluge of burning hot liquid blasting into her, until it was threatening to seep out, as his body spasmed and flailed, and yet, he kept on pounding even as his body let forth his release. "Nnnnnhhhhhh!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 07:35:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Just because he found his finish didn’t mean that Ezri intended to stop. There was no slowing and collapsing for this woman, especially not when she intended to draw out every moan and drag out every drop he had to offer. Cole had blessed her with the gift of a choice; and while her freedom wasn’t going to be easy, hope was intoxicating and renewed her dwindling strength. She wanted to please him, she wanted to earn his praises, as well as to prove to herself that she might have been rusty, but she still had a bit of talent left.<br><br>Could it even be considered talent? After all, Ezri was only clenching her inner muscles, allowing them to pulse and twitch and suck at his cock even as he roared behind her. One hand surrendered its position as an acting brace on the floor and reached back to grasp his hip. This was an attempt to pull him closer, not to halt or stall his thrusting but to ensure that she was able to take every drop. It reflected in the angle of her position, the way she lifted her hips, locked them to his, and pressed her cheek to the floor. Call it a primal need, but having her belly warm with his seed excited the woman, and she missed the sensation of experiencing a man’s release.<br><br>A real man. Already she was beginning to ache from the pummeling from his hips. Her entire body buzzed as if a million bees filled her veins and it encouraged her body to shiver. Sex was about so many things, and it was this wet, sticky moment that she so adored.<br><br>She was panting, gasping for air, but didn’t say a word. Ezri continued to move with him, and would only slow to a stop once the mage was finished. Although she was in no rush for having him pull his cock out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 08:18:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His hips continued their intense role even as he felt her pussy clenching and tugging on his cock, milking out the remaining droplets from his shaft, his hips still bumping and grinding a bit against her until he could feel his orgasm top off, coming to a close, although his cock was still mostly hard, lodged up inside of her, one of his hands reaching beneath her to move and rub down on her clit, massaging it with his leathery fingertips, his touch firm yet still compassionate and affectionate. His hand tugging in her hair lessened its firm grasp, giving her a bit of slack as he started panting for breaths of air again. <br><br>He kept his form lodged against hers, not pulling away, savoring the gentle gripping sensations he felt from her, his hand in her hair moving to stroke her mane for a moment. "Mmmmm... thank you for that, love. It's been rather a long spell since I've had anyone want to keep up with me." That laugh of his was warm, yet still dusky, like leather on steel, the voice much older than the years appeared to have him be. She certainly was fiesty, and he seemed to have awakened a long slumbering portion of her. It was nice, seeing someone coming back from the dead, knowing he had a hand in it. Usually he was much more about destruction than creation, following that old axiom that to create, you must destroy. He just oft never go around to the creation portion. But he'd created hope in her, and that was a good thing.<br><br>The hand in her hair lifted up and moved to push sweat from his forehead, a dry laugh rippling from his chest. "I can go again if you want. Just need a minute or two."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 09:14:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				These moments were almost peaceful, even as Ezri’s knees ached and were skinned from the wood. They seemed to throb in time with her pounding heart and clenching cunt, but that only beckoned a smile to her lips. A true smile, that rare, dazzling flash of teeth as the woman settled her cheek on the floor and closed her eyes. Her body certainly felt the pounding, but she was built of sturdier stock than she looked. She was getting ready to praise the man, but fell short with a, “Nngh!” as his leathery digit found her clit. This instantly sent her bucking back, writhing in his grip.<br><br>She was a sensitive, responsive lover. It didn’t matter that minutes ago he had given her a powerful release, and it certainly didn’t matter that Cole had just spent the latest moment of their lives fucking her like a feral hound. Her clit buzzed with his attention and he didn’t seem overly eager to stop. That was fine by her.<br><br>Ezri grit her teeth and shuttered, pressing her forehead against the ground the moment her hair was free, offering praise to the magus. But it was growing a bit difficult not to relax and slump on the ground. “Me too…” He teased, and she writhed. It was a good team effort.<br><br>With a shudder of a sigh, Ezri licked her lips and spread her knees just another few inches apart. “Is the tine still burning… Mmf, of am I really that horny?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 04:05:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That wicked laugh purred from his throat again as his finger brushed against her clit, rubbing against it for a long moment. "I'm afraid that's all you, love... the tine burned its' last bit of juice a few minutes ago. That weird bit of dizziness you felt was it snuffing itself inside your system. This horniness is all you." His fingers continued their slow massage of her flesh, rubbing against that sensative bundle of nerves as his other hand wiped a bit of sweat from his skin.<br><br>"Should we be worried about someone else wanderin' into us here?" His wet hand moved to rest on the pool table, using it as a brace for support. He could feel her body starting to grind back against his once more, but he was trying to pace her, let her catch her breath before they got all tangled up again. "We've got about thirty minutes or so before we need to be on the move. Enough time for another round or so, I 'spect, if you're really that worked up..." He leaned his head back some, drawing in a long breath. It had been more than a little while since he'd had a chance to really cut loose, and he could feel portions of his body warming again that had long gone cold to the numbness of his life. Part of the price of his role was that it was often a solitary one, and very often a bloody one. If the saying was true, and everyone had a little blood on their hands, he had enough to drown in.<br><br>"Could even pour you another shot of liquor if you want..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 04:25:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Each passing stroke of that calloused hand sent a jolt from her clit straight up to her brain. Ezri’s hips buckled and thrust in a backwards motion, struggling to break that sensitive bundle from his hold. The action didn’t entirely work in her favor, however, and the woman simply pushed his settled length even further inside of her body. She felt the pressure against her cervix even as her belly ached from the amount of his seed still locked inside of her. They were sensations she treasured, and a greedy hand lifted to rub her belly in appreciation for what he had done. “N-No…” She swallowed and then pushed with her hands to lift her shoulders up and off of the floor.<br><br>A little adjusting, a little pushing against the pool table, and once again Ezri was on her knees, Cole’s cock still deep inside of her. Only now her hands weren’t supporting her weight on the floor, they reached back to hold his hips as she nestled the back of her head against the crook of his shoulder and chin. “It’s a private club, and everyone else is on their shift. That’s one reason I came here tonight, I knew I could be alone.” And that she might possibly have a strong drink.<br><br>Her hips shifted, getting used to the new angle in which he pushed within her. “What’s going to happen after the next half hour? Will I be wishing that I took that shot? Or glad I was able to have the fuck while it lasted?” Or both? Ezri didn’t know what the future was going to bring; sure she had asked Cole to take her with him, to help her run and break through this so she wouldn’t have to go it alone. But… well she wasn’t entirely sure if that meant the man would be wanted to share his bed with her, or even if that was a viable option. She was at her mercy, and found it something of a challenge to simply trust him because he offered her options. But this was the route she wanted to take. And Ezri couldn’t help but feel some level of satisfaction in knowing just how angry her demon Al was going to get when he realized his branded human wasn’t coming back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 00:55:19</strong>
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				His fingers continued with their slow rubs, brushing against her tender clit, not insistantly, but in a nice, leisurely pace. He liked making her pleasure hover and linger, letting her own movements cause his gestures and motions to be more or less intense, all the while keeping her beneath him, as he shivered a little bit, feeling the control of his muscles coming back to him. He could feel her shift to let her hands lift her shoulders and head from the floor. His other hand helped her shift, hand resting on her shoulder to help pull her up just a little bit, as if he was trying to take some of that pressure off of her. This made it easier for her to reach behind her to grab onto his hips, kissing her cheek as she moved to lay her head back against his shoulder. "Good. Mixing with the common citizens won't do for us, what with you being a bit of a live wire..."<br><br>He felt her shift and then the questions rolled from her lips. "Both? Neither? Kulkathians have different ways of trying to get their prey back under their thumb.&nbsp; "It'll be like every emotion you have can be switched on and off outside of your control. He might make you angry all the time, forcing you to lash out and be trapped in fits of rage. He might give you random fits of uncontrollable lust without warning, hoping to incapacitate you for a bit of time so he can try and close the distance on you. He can only do it about half an hour every twelve hours or so, but you can bet your bottom dollar he's going to be using it every chance he can. He might divvy the time up, or he might try it all in blasts. You might be weeping in intense sadness one second and dying to get fucked the next, only to want to punch someone to death seconds later." He sighed slightly. "It's a rollercoaster, love, and you will be, in every sense of the word, a little out of control until we get this demon off your back. Most of the poeple in the circles we'll be running with will be somewhat understanding, but they won't always be accepting about it. The squares on the other hand," he said, clearly meaning people who weren't used to magic, demons and the like, "will think you're insane when it happens, so it's best to avoid all of that. You can fight it, but you won't always win those fights."<br><br>His hand was gently stroking her face and hair now. "So it's up to you how you want to spend your last half hour in total control. After that, we'll need to be on the move. I'll need about twenty minutes to set up a safety circle for you to rest in, then you can get some sleep. Tomorrow night, we'll start tapping into people who know a bit more about how to separate a Kulkathian from a person, whilst keeping the person alive. That's not usually my concern."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 19:51:58</strong>
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				There was no real way to prepare for this. Ezri has never been clinically insane before, and that clearly sounded like what was going to happen. It gave her pause, and the hints of a frown were already pulling at the corners of her lips, betraying her thoughts by exposing them to the magus. Here she thought that running away from the demon would grant her the freedom she desired, that she could get back to being her old self again. But even distance wasn’t enough to break hold from the Kulkathian, and knowing ‘Al’, he would be as possessive and cruel as his imagination would allow. He had a pretty good imagination, and now she felt fear settling into her guts, twisting them until she began to feel sick.<br><br>Was she really up for it? Or was the notion of running away with someone who was <em>possibly</em> able to provide protection simply a romantic idea? The sigh released through her nose was meant to steady herself and to push back her negative thoughts and summon the logical ones. She could pass off that barely-there shaking as a chill to her skin. “I want to do something nice for you.” So it was decided then? Ezri turned her head and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss on Cole’s mouth.<br><br>“Something that won’t make you lose faith in me if things get complicated. Something we can both look back on and use as an anchor. I want to prove to you that I’m worth saving, Cole. That’s not the first time you’ve made it known that you’d feel more comfortable ending my life rather than saving it.” Ezri shifted again, pressing the palm of her hand against his cheek and her forehead against the other, they were still pressed close to one another, still locked by the hips with his cum warm inside, and clever fingers lazily plucked and teased at her clit as if he were playing a slow melody on the harp. “I know we don’t have much time, but if I can give it I will. Just say the words.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 05:20:13</strong>
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				"It's not particularly meant as an apology, love. Just trying to set your expectations on the right path. While I know the theory behind all of this, the practice is, well, something I've never actually done before, so when, not if, you see me looking a bit unsure, or it seems like I'm considering things for a long moment, it isn't that I'm planning on bringing you harm. It's that I'm making sure I do the right thing instead of the wrong one. How you get good at magic is the same as how you get to Carnagie Hall - practice. And I don't have a lot of practice at this." His calloused fingertips smoothed gently along her skin. "I'm going to be as much of an amateur at this whole process as you. No one's tried to separate a Kulkathian from its leech in..." he whistled. "Well, longer than I've been alive, and I've got a lifeline at least four times yours. Most people prefer to just lay down and die, so I admire your resolve. But I want you to know that I'm going to make mistakes, and I'm sorry for that, and they'll hurt, but hopefully all it will ever be is pain, and nothing worse." <br><br>Cole let his hand continue its lazy dance against her clit, his eyes watching hers as she looked over her shoulder at him. "Alright, then I have three requests, none of which should take all that long. One for me, one for us and one for you." Three was a nice mystical number, and it had a resonance to it. "For You: Never lie to me. If I ask you a question, give me the truth, with as much or as little detail as you think I need, or tell me you don't want to tell me, but never lie to me. Wrong information on this journey could cost us both our lives."<br><br>"For me: Well, let's just say I haven't been woken up by a beautiful woman blowing me, so I'd like that to happen tomorrow, when I finally get to rest, because I will be up longer than you, but I'll also rise later. That's a thing for me."<br><br>"For us: Tell me the worst thing you've ever done, followed by the best thing you've ever done, then kiss me, like you mean it, and then it'll all be locked in up here," he said, tapping his temples, "and I'll know the measure of your soul, what kind of person you are, and when I need to shield you and when I need to let you burn yourself a little, when I need to help you and when you're knowingly going into the darklands of the soul. Tell me just who are you, love."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>07-01-2012, 08:03:25</strong>
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				Cole earned a lot more respect than he might have expected; above all Ezri admired honesty. Everyone made mistakes, and already the mage openly discussed the impending ‘oops’ that would likely happen. It was better to know that Cole was feeling his way through this problem just as she was, rather than boasting that he knew all the answers, leading her blindly and guessing. Pain she could deal with; pain cleared her head and made sense. Surprises left the detective vulnerable and weak. They would have their fair share, but at least she wouldn’t be alone.<br><br>Gratefully, she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his. There was the barest of smirks as he mentioned what she could be doing for him, which pleased her. Not only did this mean she was likely going to be sharing a bed with him, (and was it silly to admit just how much she’d missed something as simple as that?) but he would give her a chance to make good on her request. These were simple things, but sometimes it was the little things that mean the most.<br><br>Her only problem now was figuring out what to tell him. Her mind went blank. She struggled to come up with anything specific to say, but partially due to the fact that she didn’t know what he wanted to hear. She was silent for a short time, frowning, flicking her eyes to the side, uncertain. In the end, she tossed out her doubts and answered with honesty. “I’ve killed a man with no regrets. I shot him, not in the chest but in the head like an executioner. The law was on my side, witnesses even knew what I did was ‘the right thing’ but I never felt an ounce of regret for what I did, even knowing that, despite what others said, I felt like there could have been another option.” She still didn’t feel regret for the action, even openly admitting it to the mage.<br><br>Would he still want to kiss her now? Did that taint her soul, making it dark and twisted? She had struggled the most with thinking of anything altruistic, and furrowed her brows as she opened her eyes and slowly pulled back enough to comfortably look in his eyes. “I fell in love, once.” Then the kiss, just as he asked and Ezri threw her all into it. Passion, lust, need, there was fear in there too, peppered with urgency and desperation. It was the last kiss of a woman who knew she would be drowning soon, and not entirely sure if mouth to mouth would bring her back to life again. But she committed, and despite her uncertainties and her fears, she was going to go through with it anyways.<br><br>Her hand tightened in his hair, the other returned to the back of his neck, and she pulled Cole in closer, trying to hold onto him as long as he would allow, until being cast backwards and into that water.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 22:28:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled a little bit when she told him that the worst thing she'd ever done was to kill a man who deserved it. It was... quaint. He couldn't even remember a time when killing a man, deserving or no, was the worst thing he'd ever done. If she'd gotten a little blood on her shoes, his whole body was drenched in it. The things he'd done over the years would make her shriek in fear, revulsion of him, he was sure, but he'd done all the things he'd done for a reason, for the right reasons, as horrible as they were, and that was how he got through it all. Killing a man who deserved to die? It barely even registered in his mind. She'd see far worse in her time with him, that much was clear to him. He hoped it wouldn't break her, but if she'd been living under the influence of a Kulkathian, well, maybe she was made of sterner stuff.<br><br>He was a little surprised when she said that she'd fallen in love once. Most people had, he figured, for better or worse, and didn't see it as the best thing they'd ever done. He'd be sure to ask more about that, at some point, when she was slightly more trusting of him and his ways.<br><br>When they kissed, he returned it with as much as she gave, a convincer that she was going to be able to get through this, if she persevered enough, if she was strong enough, brutal enough, and that at some point, she'd be able to get her revenge on the Kulkathian. He let her hold the kiss as long as she wanted, his arms wrapped around her, almost as if he was trying to shield her, to keep her safe, to keep her protected, to keep her warm and content, just to hold her.<br><br>As the kiss finally broke, he offered her a soft smile. "We should get moving. Lock up. Set anything right you need to before we go. We need to move in about five." His voice, his choice of words, it almost felt a touch militaristic at times, although he certainly didn't look like the kind of man who took orders from anyone. He would let her learn one bit at a time, let her peel a layer any time she saw fit...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 19:27:23</strong>
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				When Ezri finally climbed to her feet, drawing away from Cole’s body, she began to discover the aches and pains she didn’t normally feel until after an intense workout. The first place she could feel it was in her arms, where she had pushed back with every one of his thrusts to counter the momentum and to keep herself from moving forward. There was an ache in her thighs too, and while she couldn’t feel it yet, she knew the worst of them all would be in her belly. But, after an intense bout like that, even when it had been so long, she wouldn’t expect anything less. This was the kind of frantic fucking she would feel tomorrow, and <em>that</em> made her relish these aches and pains.<br><br>She dressed, offering the magus an article of clothing that belonged to him once she stumbled across them. The water from the sink was turned off; the pool table was returned to its original spot and after a very brief but thorough cleanup, Ezri finished with what needed to be done and twisted her long hair up into a bun to keep those auburn locks out of her face. Her face was blank enough, as it had been since she stood to her feet, but now she couldn’t be sure if she was casting a lingering glance around this room because she knew she was going to miss it and what it had meant for her, or if she was stalling in order to find the courage she needed to keep stepping forward into this unknown.<br><br>The brand on the back of her wrist itched, but she left it along. It was enough of a subtle warning that she allowed herself to be bullied into action. Al still seemed unaware that something was going to happen very shortly, and if she didn’t keep her emotions in check, she was afraid that she might inadvertently tip him off. Biting her lower lip, she decided to shove her hand into the pocket of her leather jacket, and straightened the last stool before stepping towards Cole, ready. “Every time this brand starts to itch, it usually means he’s thinking about me in some fashion.” She winced, hating the fact that she even said those words out loud. “We better hurry. And… well it’s probably best if you drive, if that’s what you’re intending to do.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 22:07:50</strong>
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				Cole tugged his clothing back on before moving over to the sink, splashing some cold water onto his face, as if it would help bring some state of focus back to his mind. They had a rough path ahead of them, and even the next hour or so of getting her into one of his safehouses was going to be a little complicated. He wasn't even sure he could explain it to her how it was going to work. The way Cole travelled was... different. Sure, there was a car involved, but it wasn't exactly like driving. Like most things involving his magic... it was complicated.<br><br>"Once we get moving, he won't be able to track us. Like I said before, as long as we change safehouses every two or three days, each safehouse will last us a month or two. I have three safe houses right now, so we'll be okay for a few months, and when we burn one out, I'll get another one set up. During that time, I'll have to leave you in the safehouse we have while I set up the new one." Cole picked up a book of matches, then struck one. The flame burned orange and yellow for a brief instant, then flickered into a bluish-violet, the color blossoming into a larger bloom of light. Sparks flitted aound the room, and Cole nodded. "That'll buy us a little more time."<br><br>He led her outside, where there was an old, beat up Chevy Nova that looked like it had to be on its last legs. "Hop in, and try not to look out the windows while I'm driving." A minute or so later, they were on the road, although it wasn't really a road. The outside of the car all seemed to blend together into a swirl of different cities, weathers and locations, until it finally came to a stop in what looked like somewhere in the Montana hills, outside of a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. "This'll keep up for a day. C'mon, let's head inside."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 21:11:46</strong>
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				Walking to, and getting inside of the car was the easy part. Closing the door made her feel a little awkward and self conscious, and the moment the engine was turned over, Ezri couldn’t help but feel as if she were stuck in some movie, because there was no other way this could be happening. Sure, she was possessed by a demon over the last year, and she was now a firm believer of the paranormal. But magic seemed like a different breed, and she couldn’t decide if she was going to be in a version of Herby, or Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. The thought was enough to make the woman keep her eyes focused on her knees while she investigated her skinned palms, and while colors blurred and elements seemed to pelt the glass and scream for her attention, one thing Ezri mastered over the years was ignoring threats and pretending that the grit under her nails was far more interesting than some third party curiosity.<br><br>But, her stubbornness could only last so long, and by the time her eyes finally flickered out to the side, the car was coming to a stop and she was only left with the twisting sensation of vertigo and displacement. She leaned a little to try and stop herself from spinning, but they were stationary at that point, arriving at their unique destination.<br><br>Now Ezri looked out the window, trying to make sense of the scenery, the misplaced warehouse, and the strange bird that didn’t belong in the city she was born and raised in. “What… the hell just happened? Where are we?” Ezri unbuckled, scolding her knees to hold in her mind while she carefully climbed out of the car, and used the top of the door to stand to her feet. She needed a few moments before she was able to close that, glancing behind them, around them and even up as she slowly moved away from the car, absentmindedly rubbing at the brand at the back of her wrist. It still itched, it was starting to burn, and the edges of the mark seemed to puff up and lift from her wrist as if they were new again and freshly scalded into her skin. Rubbing turned to tracing, until finally her hand folded protectively over the mark, half forgotten as she looked to the mage for answers. Her brows knitted together. “Wait… I thought you said safe houses lasted a month?” With a moment’s pause, she finally moved forward, following after Cole while awaiting her answers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 04:13:06</strong>
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				Magic was a strange tool. It was never guaranteed to work, it was touchy, it was particular, and sometimes it liked to do things it hadn't been told to do. It was sort of like a living presence unto itself. Sometimes it acted... wonky. For instance, the transport spells he used to pull the car through time and space, it was supposed to move quickly and quietly, with little visual flair, but as of late, the spells had started adding a sort of hyperspace starfield effect around the car. It didn't bother him any, but he expected it might give a passenger a little bit of motion sickness. He hadn't worried about it before now simply because he usually didn't have passengers in the car. He knew it might be a little distracting for her, but he hoped she could cope.<br><br>He coudl see her glance out, but it was around that time he was bringing the car into park. The weather had changed, as had the time of day, by a couple of hours. All within a matter of minutes. "You just travelled a thousand miles or so in about two minutes through magic. You're in Montana. C'mon, keep up." He knew at this point that the link between her and the demon would be stinging more than a little, as the distance would alert the demon to the fact that something was up. "Safehouses WILL last a month. This is a bolthole. When I make places to cover any possibility, they aren't as good as when I make them to cover one or two specific things. I'll start work on a safehouse for Kulkathian detection tomorrow morning and by tomorrow afternoon, I should have a place where you can spend a month or so safely without detection. This place, however, is going to be on the demon's radar in a day, maybe two if we're lucky. So it'll be a place to spend a day while I get a real thing together. And hopefully being on the move will confuse the hell out of him too."<br><br>Cole led her into the warehouse, and it was clear, the place inside didn't get used much. It had a large king-size bed with fresh sheets on it, and there was a fridge in a small stove area - in fact, it almost looked like there was a tiny studio apartment in the center of this warehouse, and the floors in every direction were covered in sigils and runes, enough magical scripture to keep anything occupied for a while. Thankfully, he knew the path, so once they set foot inside, he took her hand and led her across the protections. Their feet sparked a little bit, but he didn't give her a chance to pause and take note, leading her into the apartment area. A couch, a television, a bed, a fridge, a dishwasher, a couple of magical glowing balls providing light. Basic, but enough to get by. "Here's where we'll crash. Tomorrow, we get to work."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>08-05-2012, 23:23:35</strong>
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				Ezri couldn't help but feel like a small child being led obediently through some toy store. All around her were wonders and curiosities, leaving her slack-jawed and speechless, while Cole led her by the hand through a maze she couldn't hope to manage on her own, until they finally reached the center of the warehouse and the destination the mage had in mind. Homey, simple, it reminded her a lot of how her apartment used to be, only blank walls were replaced with more curious sigils and glyphs. There was simplicity here that spoke of no need for extravagance. It also didn't seem to harbor any shrunken heads and foul smelling herbs some dark crevice of her mind half expected to see, but the most interesting thing to note was the sudden and overwhelming feeling of <em>herself</em>.<br><br>Her wrist didn't itch. It didn't burn, ache, throb or twist her insides with a flurry of confusing and alien emotions. This stopped her in her tracks, until Cole was walking further than her arm could reach and would either force him to stop and look back at her, or drag her dumbfounded self across with him.<br><br>It was like waking from a comma, or having been sick for weeks on end and finally, when you thought it would continue forever, you could actually breathe again. Healthy. She felt healthy. Whole. No longer a floating ache that could only writhe and hope it would carry her in the direction she wanted to go. Looking down at her wrist the mark was still there, pale and white against her flesh like melted wax, but she couldn't feel it. She couldn't feel him. Ezri shuddered with relief, half sobbing before her knees went out and took her straight to the ground. The sudden awareness of herself was overwhelming, leaving her trembling from endorphins and wide-eyed with her surprise. She couldn't explain her joy. But then there was heartbreak, an overwhelming sorrow that strangled her and ripped her ability of speech away. This wasn't going to last, once they stepped out again, and once the wards failed, she knew that she was going to be right where she was and Ezri didn't know if she was strong enough to endure it again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 02:28:53</strong>
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				The floors themselves had lots of deep etchings in them, and the two of them were essentially in a circle, a good distance from the walls. It took a little getting used to, essentially being in an island inside of a giant room, but the laundry list of sigils he needed to put down for a generic bolthole was ridiculous. There was a good reason he didn't get a lot of them prepared in advance, and he was burning a good two weeks worth of work to give her a night of safety. But the amenities were nice, albiet isolated from the walls, and the bed was comfortable. Really, that was all anyone could ask for in a place meant to be utterly disposable.<br><br>When she stopped, he paused, waited a few seconds, then politely pulled, making sure to tug her along the correct path. He expected the shock was starting to set in, and the whole weight of the situation was dawning on her. It wasn't uncommon, especialy with one's first real exposure to magic. It was easy to ignore, and even the demon itself wasn't that hard to wrap your head around, but the minute you started travelling between timezones in seconds, the brain tended to sprain itself slightly.<br><br>They were completely inside of the circle when her knees went out and she felt down onto the ground. He expected it was going to be a lot of relief, a bit of despair and a certain disgree of disbelief. So he scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed, laying her down on one side of it. "Try and get some sleep. If you wake up in the morning and you don't see me, don't panic. I'm within shouting distance, probably just working to get things set up," he said, kissing her forehead tenderly as he laid her down on the bed. He moved around to the other side of it and climbed onto it, on the other half, laying back, folding his arms over his chest, one hand atop either of his shoulders, a little bit like a vampire, as he settled in, closing his eyes, letting out a slow breath.<br><br>Tomorrow was when it would start to get tricky. He needed to get his rest. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 05:01:54</strong>
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				In truth, Ezri didn’t want to sleep. Sleeping would imply that she would miss out on the opportunity to feel herself again. But, sleeping would also give her the freedom of her own dreams, and not the dark and twisted visions that the demon implanted each and every night. And she was tired, exhausted, mentally drained from the day and her cases, as well as physically drained from their sexual encounter earlier with Cole. He had been everything she wanted him to be; rough, knowledgeable, yet far from arrogant or unappealing when he opened his mouth to whisper to her. He was so unlike the demon she belonged to, and because of that she found herself feeling, for once, safe and secure in his presence. By the depth of his breaths, she thought it safe to assume that he was already asleep, but she waited until hers began to even out before scooting back on the mattress, and curling one hand around his forearm for further reassurance.<br><br>He was still there, this wasn’t a dream. When she closed her eyes and opened them next, she hoped that he would still be there, and not that dark, beautiful face that she learned to despise so much. By the time she fell asleep, she had curled herself against Cole, and shortly after her breaths were slow and even, Ezri had slung an arm around his waist and cradled her head onto his shoulder, unable to draw herself away from what hope he represented to her.<br><br>Somewhere in the night, Ezri had kicked off her jeans, and crawled under the blankets. Her hand moved from slinging around his waist to snaking up and under his shirt in order to rest on his scarred belly. Contact with skin only comforted her further, and by the morning, she was content in her sleep, twisted and pressed against the mage’s body as if they were lovers. Not only had she missed being herself, she had missed the entanglement in sleep next to a comfortable form you found that you could trust.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 08:52:35</strong>
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				He moved to settle on his place on the bed, staying a decent distance from her, but not moving to keep away from her. It was more as though he wanted to let her have as much or as little space as possible. Cole was accustomed to being spatially aware even when he wasn’t awake. It was a defense mechanism he’d developed over the years. So while he was asleep, he was completely conscious of his surroundings on a subconscious level. Protection was needed, especially when he had to sleep. He was trying to trust her, but some level of innate paranoia lived inside of him, even now. He simply needed to make sure he was looking out for himself, because when dealing with demons, sometimes a person wasn’t themself.<br><br>So when she moved to lean her head against his, it woke him again, although he didn’t make a sound, simply opening his eyes. The best advantage in situations like these was to not give away that he was aware the situation had changed, but then he realized it was simply her head against his shoulder, and her arm moving to slide around his waist, so he pushed himself back into the slumber state, the wards inside of him rising up again, but acknowledging that her presence was a permissible one. <br><br>When morning came, he could feel the smoothness of her leg against jeans, that warmth of her bare skin pressed against him, her hand resting on his heavily scarred flesh, which he was surprised she was dealing with remarkably well. He was accustomed to the mass of scar tissue giving most people uncomfortable feelings, and if the scars didn’t turn them off, the many intricate and layered tattoos often did. His body wasn’t just a living spell, it was a living litany of spells, a whole spellbook of wards, guards, tools, tricks and traps, designed to make sure that he was never unarmed, unless he was dead, in which case it didn’t really matter.<br><br>He didn’t want to wake her, but thankfully his left hand was free, so his fingertip began to silently spark, drawing lines in the air, sending the equivalent of a mystical letter, carved on air, written in fire, off to their first stop. And then he sent a second, this time to a colleague of his, ex-girlfriend of sorts, and he hated asking her for help, especially since she was happily engaged and out of the life, but she still was one of the best sources he had for demon knowledge. He hoped it would be just a quick handshake, a few books passed, and then he could disappear back into the night that he came from.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>22-08-2012, 04:18:14</strong>
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				Selfishly, she didn’t get up early. Ezri hadn’t been exaggerating about her exhaustion, so her body had made the executive decision that she would be sleeping in past her ungodly waking hours of five AM, even pushed the time past eight while nearing nine before life resumed. She was breathing a little deeper, her fingers twitched on occasion. Thick, dark lashes fluttered against the twisted ink on his chest as she dreamed, slowly waking, until everything came to a screeching halt.<br><br>Ezri’s heart had jumped in her throat as her body stilled, several seconds of seized-motion suddenly evaporated when she jerked up her head and peered through the thick curtain of her hair, bits and pieces beginning&nbsp; to slide together as Ezri made sense of where she was, who she was, and the name that belonged to her magic-pillow. It took a few seconds more before she relaxed, but instead of drawing away sheepishly, she slumped against him once again, nuzzling in closer to rebel against the day. She didn’t want to get up yet, she didn’t want to leave the comforts of the modest bed and the fresh sheets. Cole himself molded well against her, a comfortable padding she happily curled against. Maybe he wouldn’t want to get up right away either? Then again, maybe he found this entirely too comfortable like she?<br><br>But Cole wasn’t the one turned slave to a demon who made physical contact of any kind dangerous. A body needed touch in order to live. She hoped Cole didn’t mind her touch.<br><br>Fingers curled and uncurled against his skin, tracing the smooth tracks of scars, and the elevated inked flesh that contrasted against it. They provided a variety of textures that soothed her hands. “I want to feel myself pressed naked against you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>22-08-2012, 19:33:56</strong>
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				“Well,” Cole said with a soft laugh, “good morning to you too.” His fingertip slowly drew the last portion of fire and light in the air above them, then gave a sweep with his palm to complete the spell and send the message on its way. “I suppose that can be arranged, if you like. We have a few hours before we need to go anywhere. I’ve got a few feelers out to see what some of my old colleagues know about Kulkathians, but I have to be honest, I wouldn’t hold out hope for an easy solution.”<br><br>His fingertips moved to brush her hair out of her face tenderly, and then he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. “But while you were sleeping, I did get a new place set up for us to use in a few days, after we have to burn this location. The first few will be relatively easy, but the latter ones will probably take a bit more time to get cooked up. And I can’t promise I’ll be with you every morning when you wake up. But I will do my best to be around for most of them.”<br><br>He could feel her fingertips brushing against the scars on his flesh, and they didn’t seem to bother her, so he wasn’t going to say anything about them, but he could talk around them as well as anyone. “What, you want to feel what it feels like to run smooth skin against not so smooth skin?” He reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up, having to shift her around a bit, so he could get the shirt entirely off of him, exposing that massive collection of ink and scar tissue. Past the wrists and neck, it didn’t seem there was an inch of his skin that wasn’t covered with one or the other, and in a few cases, both. Each scar was a story, each tattoo was a ward. <br><br>Cole believed in preparing magic before you needed it, not when. Sure, many spells were easy to toss off on the fly, but some of the more powerful things required preparation, planning, development, ritual. So Cole had made himself into a spellbook. Each tattoo was either a spell that he could use whenever he needed, or a long standing ward/protection, designed to hide his presence, shield his mind, protect him from harm and keep his body healing far more rapidly than any normal man, because normal men didn’t hunt demons, kill leprachauns, cage succubi, and occasionally have to stare down a dragon. That wasn’t just a possible for Cole. That had been his Christmas break last year.<br><br>“If you want the rest off, you’re going to have to take them off yourself, love” he said with a sly smile. “There’s fresh coffee, fruit and breakfast burritos over on the table. You’re safe to move around the place as much as you want as long as you don’t touch the walls or open the door.”<br><br>He waved his fingertips in a slight twist and one of the coffee cups floated over to him, so he didn’t have to get her up if she wanted to lay in bed for a little bit longer, lifting the Styrofoam cup to his lips to take a sip.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>22-08-2012, 20:30:52</strong>
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				Part of it had to do with the fact that he was warm, part of it was because she was curious, and another was simply because she was a woman, he was a very attractive man, and any intimacy was passed over last night for the more basic, primal needs. They’ve already fucked, magical encouraged or not, so there was no reason to be shy. He didn’t seem to mind, and Ezri was keen on the idea. She had been numb for so long, finally getting the chance to revel in these sensations made her hungry for texture. She wanted to feel until she was hypersensitive, then she wanted to feel what it was like when he pushed her further than that.<br><br>Her elegant fingers curled around the hem of his pants, working the restraints free before they started their path down south. She even made certain to capture the hem of his shorts beneath. “You’ve been productive; meanwhile I’ve slept like I haven’t in years. It almost feels as if everything had been a twisted nightmare.” With her eyes closed, Ezri leaned forward until her lips felt the heat radiating off of his chest. Instead of pressing closer, her tongue slipped past her lips and flicked quickly across his chest, tasting his skin and the mix of ink and scar. When his pants were as low as she could reach, she pushed them off the rest of the way with her foot, leaving him nude and the detective in her panties, bra and shirt.<br><br>One leg slid over his lap, allowing her to straddle his waste and settle over his hips. The arm that wasn’t supporting her took a lingering path south, before it found his cock and curiously tried to bring it to life. “I’ve never been able to stomach breakfast until after I worked out. Maybe we should both get sweaty and see just how heavy we could make each other breathe.” She was a little out of practice, but a woman never forgot how to properly stroke a man, and she was using both hands. “Remember, I like the kind of hurt you give me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 08:43:04</strong>
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				The morning for Cole was a little like a rebirth each day. He needed to draw himself back into focus, as the defensive sleeping wasn’t the most restful of worlds, but it was enough, and it was all he’d get. But it was nice to feel her smooth form against his, and he could hear her stirring even before she’d woken up.<br><br>“If I’m awake, love,” he said, his voice still littered with the hint of a British accent, “then I’m probably working in some regard. No rest for the wicked, and I’m the most wicked man you’ve ever met.” He could feel her fingertips brushing down his stomach to his waist, and he made no motion to stop her. Why would he? He enjoyed sex as much as the next man – he simply get as much of a chance as the next man to enjoy it. “And it is a new beginning for you. The person you were yesterday… you’re not that person any more. You may not be free of the demon yet, but you’re on the path to get there. So that’s progress.”<br><br>He tried not to chuckle as he felt her kissing his chest while her foot pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles and then kicked them off. He didn’t complain that much, but it was his turn to show off a little. He cocked his head to the side and then suddenly snapped his fingers. Her shirt and bra disappeared and then appeared floating in the air exactly five feet to her right. They hovered in the air for half a second then fell to the floor. “Sometimes I like to show off.”<br><br>It was easy to stiffen his cock, that thick dick pulsing and throbbing to life without much coaxing at all, as his hand moved up to cup one of her tits tenderly, pinching the nipple just a bit between his thumb and forefinger. “Work up an appetite, hm?” he asked with an arched eyebrow. “What if I don’t know what you mean, eh?” That grin was sly, toying with her. “Use your words.”<br><br>He was laid back on the bed, but they both knew he could change that in a heartbeat. Cole curled one of his middle fingers then snapped it out, giving that stiff nub of her nipple a hard thump. “I don’t ever want to be your demon. And besides,” he said, as he moved to trail his fingertip along the underside of her chin, “I like hearing you swear like a sailor. That’s the kind of thing that I love, you may remember…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 18:53:11</strong>
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				As far as she was concerned, there was no reason for Ezri to be wary of magic; her demon had used it, or at least what she might consider to be a variation of it, and after living under his influences for a year, she assumed that nothing could really surprise her anymore. Cole wasn’t any demon, but he still held power, so perhaps that was why she felt confused and a little intimidated at his casual use of it. There was still no explanation, no sensation that had warned her of its intention or its use… but there it was. Or there she was; naked and bare in front of him one again. She didn’t scream and run, she wasn’t scared, but it was certainly going to take some getting used to. “Hm… and here I was hoping to feel your hands on me. Sometimes a girl wants to be unwrapped like a gift. Even if she wants you to try and break it soon after.”<br><br>He cupped her and she sighed, nipples hardening as the heat of his palm seared into her flesh. He didn’t receive a moan until after he began to pinch with his fingers, eliciting a delicious little shiver that coaxed her entire body. It wasn’t taking much to encourage her body either, and already she felt herself growing wet and more wanting with each and every passing moment. Did she want to rush and hurry? Or did she want him to take his time and make her beg for more?<br><br>Ezri pressed the palms of her hands flat against his chest, looking down to meet his eyes as her hips shifted and adjusted, aching for attention. “I want you to fuck me.” To beat around the bush. “If you’re the most wicked man I’ve ever met, then I want you to show me your deprived fantasies.” It was the same in the bar; she was open minded and willing to try anything. Her single rule of ‘no kissing on the lips’ was a moot point, now. He knew how much she had enjoyed herself when he took her hard and without restraint. They had more time now, more available, and she wanted him to make her squirm.<br><br>She was stroking him again, with a single hand now, the other slowly working up and down his chest and belly, enjoying the sensations of touch. “Already I’m aching for you to be inside of me, but I think I want you to make me squirm. I want you to play with me. And I want you to cum inside me. And I want you to enjoy yourself and let me spoil you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 20:13:03</strong>
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				It intrigued Cole, seeing her start to awaken from one life and into another, a more fitting one for her. His first impression of her had been that of a hard-ass, one who was carved out of stone, because it was all she could afford to be. And while the strength suited her, the coldness had not. It had struck him as odd how dead inside she’d been when they first met, and now he was starting to see the side of her the demon had been feeding off of for so long. Her recovery was a positive step. She was going to need all the strength she could get before they were through. Demons dug their teeth and claws in deep, and what she was asking was no small thing, breaking her free of a Kulkathian. And she was adapting well to his use of magic. He had stepped it up because by the end of the day, they would be well down the rabbit hole, and his magical abilities were strong, but he wasn’t the kind to constantly abuse them. The people they would be meeting with tonight, however, they were magic degenerates, constantly distorting and abusing their abilities in all sorts of unusual and perverse ways.<br><br>His fingertips pinched her nipple more firmly as she started to moan and shiver, then he began to slowly roll his thumb and forefinger, to make her nipple twist within his strong vicelike grip. It was clear his hands were fiercely strong. His whole body, beneath the scar tissue and ink, looked like it was one giant collection of trained muscles. That devilish smile on his face widened a little bit. “Well, if you only <em>want</em> me to fuck you, then I haven’t done my job well enough yet.”&nbsp; His other hand moved to smooth along her stomach until his thumb dipped down to brush against her clit while she stroked his cock. “Because in a short while, you’re going to <em>need</em> me to fuck you, you’re going to <strong>beg</strong> me to fuck you, you’re so worked up. I’m going to wind you up like a clock, get you so tense that you’re pleading for just your first release.” His thumb was slightly warmer than it seemed like it should be, as if his skin had heated up just a little bit. Some magic was much more subtle than others.<br><br>“Because I adore making women squirm. I delight in cranking them up, bringing them right to the edge, then bringing them just a little bit back from that edge. It’s called orgasm denial, although I’ve also heard it called being a beautiful bastard.” He chuckled darkly, his thumb continuing its slow massage. “You’ll be just about ready to pop, and then I’ll pull you back from that burst of ecstasy, and keep building it up all over again, but this time, you’ll realize it’s getting more intense., that your whole body is practically clawing its way to get a chance to claim its orgasm. <em>Only I won’t let you.</em> Around the third or fourth time you get near that edge, you’ll start to get a little delirious. You’ll try anything you can to get me to allow you that orgasm you know is going to overload your entire body.” His fingers pinched on her nipple started to tug and pull on it. “It’s almost like an elastic moment of time, Xeno’s paradox, getting half the distance to your goal each minute, but never able to reach it, because you’re only allowed to move half way there. Each time, you can see that orgasm getting closer and closer, but it’s always just out of reach, and you know that it’s growing. You start to feel like you might cum so hard that you squirt, even though you’ve never done so before. Every muscle in your body starts to hurt, knowing that if you don’t get that release soon, you’re going to faint, pass out, shift into blackness just to escape the unrelenting pressure building inside of you. And you’ll start to barter, beg, plead. You’ll try anything you can think of, just to convince me to let you cum, to finally let you cum, to allow your body to cum. You’ll tell me that it’s starting to hurt, but that it feels so fucking good.” His touch was uncanny, precise, knowing the exact movements to keep her tension rising. His thumb even dipped down to push into her pussy every so often, but always slipped back out and away, keeping that fire growing. “You already feel it, don’t you? You know it won’t be long til you’ll look back at last night and laugh at how light the pressure was that you felt then, compared to right now.” His hand slipped back and then moved to give her clit a little slap, spanking his fingertips against it. “You know what the truly wicked do? They don’t have to have fantasies of their own – they crawl into the fantasies of others, then they begin throwing gasoline onto the fire that is the match of their dark desires. You’ve always wanted someone else to have control over you, and now I do. You can feel it. Look at how your hips are shoving up against my hand, as if they couldn’t help themselves. Once I’ve got you so insanely worked up that you’re struggling to breathe, that you’re starting to dig your fingernails into your own palms so much they leave little red crescents in your skin, that your mouth is an unstoppable river of profanity, trying every combination of dirty words you can think of to get me to remove the cork and allow that pressure to escape, once you’re there…” He leaned up a little bit, moving to bite one of her nipples for a moment, taking it in his teeth, as his fingertips drew that other nipple even farther from her titflesh, making it stretch painfully, “then maybe, just maybe, I’ll throw you on your back, grab both of your ankles and fold them back until your feet are up against your ears, and then I’ll shove my dick so deep inside your hot little fuckhole you can feel the head of it pressed against your lungs. And the minute you feel me punch inside of you with my cock, you’ll cum like you didn’t think was possible, like a million supernovas all going off in unison, your eyes whiting out it hits you so hard, and the worst part, or the best part, or both, is that you know you’re going to be in that moment until I cool you off, until I pour a hot load of cum onto the fire that is your overclocked soul, and you know that my jizz, and only my jizz, will let you escape the all-consuming, never ending, interconnected series of orgasms assaulting your body, and when it does,” he said as his fingers finally let her nipple slip from his fingertips and snap back against her flesh, “you’ll lay there, limp, spent, whispering thankful dirty prayers to me, for teaching you just how hard the human body can cum.”<br><br>He licked his lips with a wolfish smile, his eyes glinting with danger and fear. “And then I’ll tell you that you should see me when I’m really trying…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 22:52:34</strong>
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				Although it had been a year (up until yesterday) since she had sex last, Ezri never considered herself to be inexperienced. Her partners have ranged from romantic to awkward, and included some fascinating one-night stands that she occasionally thought back upon. But none of those men, or the woman she had experimented with during college, had been like this.<br><br>They would whisper to her, coo, say those repetitive and naughty things that still made her tremble and quake, but they paled in comparison to Cole. She felt her soul spark with need, she felt her body surrendering to him before he was even inside of her, and if he had told her to wrap herself around his finger, without objection she would do it. Every touch, every sensation he brought upon her skin was electric, and by the time his words shifted towards knowledge of her darker wishes, of handing over control, she knew that things with Cole were going to be interesting. She didn’t think it was because of his magic, it was just… him. Some people had the gift in reading people’s desires. Some people knew just how to behave in bed, and didn’t second guess themselves or hesitate. Some people weren’t afraid to push, even if you whispered no or felt your body resisting against them impulsively. He would bring her to that edge of hypersensitivity, she knew that. Yet Ezri wanted to be put through that. She wanted to see what pleased him, and darkened those mystic eyes.<br><br>The detective swallowed. He had it; she wanted it, now she hoped that she would get it. “And what does a girl have to do in order to make you ‘really’ try?” Ezri leaned forward, supporting her body with her hands which were planted on either side of Cole’s shoulders. Her mouth hovered above his, close but not yet touching. Did he want to touch her as badly as she needed him to? Positioned like this, her nipples were able to feel the heat radiating from his chest without touching, and the temptation to brush herself against him was almost too strong to resist. She managed, if only to start the teasing, to put her body through the torture already. “My natural curiosity is taking over, and I find myself rather intrigued over this matter. Can you live up to it, or is it all talk? Do you allow yourself the freedom of such control, or is there a part of you that, even still, restrains yourself, and holds your own wants and needs back?”<br><br>Now she kissed him, although it was little more than a soft brushing of her lips against his chin, moving up towards his mouth. “I don’t think either one of us can ever truly be ‘spent’.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 18:44:23</strong>
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				<br>He didn’t need magic to be himself. And even before the magic had taken him, Cole had been a predator of a child. He wasn’t violent then, but he was a child of opportunity, and any time he saw a chance to get an advantage, he took it. Even in sports, he’d been the cutthroat kid, the one who was always willing to take a little bit of pain to gain some ground. When he’d begun picking up magic, that’d only gotten more prominent. He was a man who knew how to spot an opening and go for it with everything. He also had a tendency to overextend, which was perhaps why he was helping a woman he barely knew take on one of the most vicious kinds of demons ever to escape from hell. Still, he could see that his wolfish nature was an advantage when it came to bringing joy to Ezri. She’d been unwilling prey for so long, it was a change of pace for her to be willing prey. And he wanted to keep making her want it more and more. He could hear that tone in her whimpers and shuddered breaths, the one that was practically pleading to see how far he could take her. But he wasn’t going to let her off the hook quite so easily.<br><br>“Oh, someone wants to see if she can trip my triggers, hm?” he said with a soft laugh, the dark voice tickling his lips. He decided to indulge her a bit. “Fine, I’ll cede a little bit of information to you.” His voice was littered with amusement. He’d known the people he’d have to deal with today after they got up, so he’d put on his game face early, but he was willing to let her have a glance at the man behind the mask. “My biggest problem with women in bed? They’re often so damn quiet. I don’t want quiet. Everything I do is to rip their sense of quiet composure from them. I want them begging, pleading, whimpering, moaning, howling, shouting, talking as dirty as they can as much as they can, a nonstop soundtrack of profanity, requests and details, how it feels, what they want, what they’ll do to get it, a barter of promises, anything to get that release. The more they say to me, the better. That may be why I enjoy dragging it out so much.” His fingertips with moving against her clit in a firm caress, not so rough as to be brutal, but clearly not gentle. His calloused fingers were intent on making sure she felt it. “I want to take an innocent, delicate woman and turn her into a rutting, desperate, almost violent bitch, an aching slut who’s lost control of her own body, trapped in a ride of seemingly endless builds to pleasure that never seem to stop, and yet never seems to crescendo. A rollercoaster that just goes up,” he said as he slapped her clit again, “and up,” again, “and <strong>UP</strong>.” Another. Then his fingertips started in their grind again.<br><br>“All talk,” he said dismissively. “I might have been all talk when I was ten or eleven, but anything I take an interest in, I take an intense interest in. Magic. Survival. Sex.” He licked his lips with a wry smile. “Let me tell you a fun little story.” His other hand started to toy with her nipple again, pinching a little harder than before. “When I was sixteen, I was hunting a rogue magician in Paris. As it turned out, she’d summoned a sex demon, and it had fucked her to death, so I didn’t need to worry about her. What I did need to worry about was the demon. And this one was a shapeshifter, so it liked to wear different forms, faces, genders. And it had assumed the form of the magician I had been hunting, and he/she/it seduced me, getting me into bed, with the intention of killing me the same way it had killed the magician who summoned it – feeding on my life essence during sex.” He grinned at her mischievously. “It was intent on fucking me to death. But the problem was that I wouldn’t let it fuck me. I didn’t know it was the demon – I just thought it was the sorceress. So I began working her over, fingering her, playing with her nipples, eventually licking her pussy, and I didn’t give her a chance to touch me. I kept this up for almost an hour, until finally, the demon was in so much pleasurable torment, its concentration slipped and it lost its ability to hold its shape. Half a second later, I’d blown its head off with a fireball big enough to nearly bring down the whole Paris flat we were in. That, one could say, left me with a horrible case of blue balls. And I was sixteen.” His mouth moved to latch on the nipple he’d been tormenting, and he let his teeth pinch it between them, as his tongue lashed against the tip that jutted past them, an assault of hard and soft all at once.<br><br>He kept up that approach for a minute before letting his head pull back from that bud so that she could kiss him, returning the kiss warmly. “Cliché as it is, I’m like every other man. I want a strong woman in the day and a messy slut of a girl in the night,” he said with a wry wink. “Assuming you think you can handle that…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 22:58:48</strong>
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				Where Cole touched her skin, fired burned after. She was so sensitive to his touch that just his words were working her up, causing her hips to squirm and shift, even as they were given the gift of his firm touch and biting slaps. He wanted sound and she produced it; silence wasn’t a virtue in the sack, she thought the same way. But, their first time together may have been proof of that. Cole had her screaming like a cat in heat, and now that Ezri has had a sample of those pleasures, she was eager and yearning for them more than ever. He had a good touch. He spoke the language of her clit, and understood just how and where it liked to be stroked in order to get her to tremble and shake, sobbing for breath around the story of his demon adventures.<br><br>By the time he finished, her legs were spread wide and straining to be spread further. She wanted him to force as much of himself into her as he could, she wanted to be overwhelmed and forced to test those limits. Sure, she could say yes, she could say so many pretty things that would encourage the magi, but would it be enough? It was too cheap, talk. She wanted, no needed, to show him the truth. “I’m giving myself to you. All of me, to do with as you please without restraint, for one hour. Push me. Test me. See what I can take so that I can show you.”<br><br>She melted, curling her limbs around Cole’s body as she began to grind and writhe, letting him feel how wet she was against his stomach, kissing him deeply in between words. “I can say anything you need to hear to get something out of you, but let me prove it. Wrap me around your finger, fucking bend me to your will and take me without restriction. Let me be your personal whore for an hour of your time, and test my limits.”<br><br>Another kiss, but her hands were on his cock now, working him, stroking him, eager to make him groan or squirm in her hands, to feel that he too wanted to take her, and force himself into her body. She was soaking wet, and the evidence of that was being smeared all across his lower body, wherever she could catch him, grind against him, and work more pressure onto her needy, greedy clit. “Think about it, Cole,” she spoke against his ear, nibbling on the lobe of it. “Here I am, willing to be your little sex slave for the next hour. No restrictions. No limitations. No contract. Force my body to submit to you, because I promise I’ll struggle and make you work for it. I want to see you at your worst, I want to see those dark, wicked fantasies of yours that you’ve been forced to leave behind. I’ll be yours, sir, for an hour. An hour that cannot be filled with ‘no’ or safe words. And hour where you have no limitations or any need to hold back. Come on, I want you to hurt me. I want you to force me to cum, even if it makes a mess and forces me into the black. Don’t stop, even if I beg.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 18:44:08</strong>
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				He enjoyed watching her squirm and swivel beneath his touch. It meant he was doing things properly. Like all things in life, getting women excited and off was a job worth doing right if it was a job worth doing at al. Feeling her quake and gasp for breath as he told her a story from his pat was all the applause he needed. Her skin was endlessly warm to his touch, every muscle in her body crying out for more, and Cole was the type of man who would indulge such requests of the flesh. Soon, the moments of teasing and torments would pass, and the tideswells would overwhelm the dam to come rushing in. He liked to bring sexual gratification like a natural disaster – unstoppably, irresistibly, unendingly. <br><br>The sight of her legs straining to get even wider amused him, bringing a slight smile to his lips. She’d awoken the darker side of him, and was egging it to take even a firmer hand. It was as said in that movie, “You wake the monster, then you’re gonna do what it wants.” She wanted to be the one to brave the charging of the bulls. She wanted to stand up against the tsunami and let it batter her down. She was practically begging for the force of nature inside of him to fuck her up good. And some part of him wondered if she knew what she was getting herself into, but that look in her eyes said that she wanted this so bad it hurt. <br><br>His voice was the sound of redwoods, something so old and ancient that its beginnings had been lost in the annuls of time, a historical relic that refused to yield even to the modern day. “You think you can handle that, hm, love?” that heavy voice asked with a dark and dusky laugh. “Alright then.” One of his hand snapped fingers, and an old wind-up timer appeared. “Just remember, that this is what you asked for.” His hand moved to turn the timer to 60 minutes worth of time, even while she was stroking his cock, making sure that fat dick was nice and hard to her touch, feeling her dripping pussy juices all over his thigh and stomach as she squirmed against him. “For the next hour, you’re my own whore, my piece of fuckmeat to use, until you’re hoarse from begging me to stop, so desperate to get a lungfull of air, that you’re crying, tears running down your cheeks, every muscle in your body sore, from pleasure or pain, you can’t tell the different any more. You want it to hurt so good? Oh believe me, it will.” <br><br>The timer was set and he slowly pulled her hands off of his cock, almost too slowly, a movement overexaggerated before he turned her over onto her stomach with a sudden flip. The two moves were almost diametric opposites – the removal of her hands had been gentle, but the flip had been raw and almost cruel, grabbing her wrists to pull both of her arms behind her back with sharp force. He forced her arms to fold behind her back, her face pressed down against the sheets, and his fingers turned again, summoning some rope to bind her arms together, folded behind her back, hand to elbow, the bindings tight and constricting. “The first rule of a magician, love. We cheat.”<br><br>He forced her knees in underneath her, putting her up on them, ass in the air, face still forced down against the sheets, although he tugged on her hair to make her turn her head to one side. He wanted her to be able to scream. And he was going to make her scream, that much was certain. His other hand lifted up and slapped down, spanking directly onto her pussy. Oh, he could’ve slapped her ass, but he wanted to make sure that spank sent a shiver right up her spine. She was practically running like a faucet now, not that he minded. He got his fingertips nice and wet, then moved to smear some of those juices against the pucker of her ass, getting it a little bit wet.<br><br>“You know what the best part of this is going to be?” he said, that voice of forged steel from a time long forgotten. “I’m going to make sure you get a great view of all of this. I want you to see every angle of this. Y’see, normally when I’m playing, I have to hide who I am, but you know exactly what I am.” His hand coiled and shifted again, and just past the edge of the bed, four magical surfaces appeared, almost right in front of her face. Two side views, one directly behind her, and one mirrored reflection to show her her own face. “I was tempted to shove my dick right up your ass dry, but I realized that’d probably hurt me a bit too, so instead, I did you the small kindness of getting that virginal hole slicked up first. But I’d be lying if I said I was going to be gentle. You want this to hurt, and I can assure you, it’s going to.” His fingertips had moved back to her pussy, getting more of those juices before moving to smear them along his cock. “But you’re going to see your own face, to see that look in your eyes, that bit of horror and delight, as I rape your tight, virginal ass, as my cock splits it open, and you feel pain and pleasure more intensely than you ever have before, you’re going to look into your own eyes and beg for me to stop, but you’ll be stuck looking into your eyes, knowing that you’re lying, to me, to yourself, and that you don’t want me to stop… you want it harder.”<br><br>While he’d been talking, he’d moved behind her and had pushed his cock once into her pussy, hilt deep on that first thrust, to make the head of his cock batter against her cervix, before he drew back, one hand grabbing her hair like a leash, pulling on it to make her bend even more, but mostly to make sure her face was looking at that reflection. The other silvery surfaces showed good angles, one from each side, and one zoomed in nice and close as the head of his cock pressed against that pucker of her ass, then slammed forward. It wasn’t a gentle insertion – it was coarse, brutal, meant to hurt, meant to claim, meant to make her feel as though he was shredding her flesh, He forced good and deep, not the gentle delicate approach he would normally take with someone on their first time, but almost cruel, one hand tugging on her hair to keep her head lifted and her eyes on the images before her, the other on the small of her back, pushing it down, as if preventing her from trying to lift up and way even the tiniest bit, and he was strong, much stronger than he should be.<br><br>Magicians always cheated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 06:33:20</strong>
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				She didn’t know where the strength came from. She didn’t know where the rope came from. Ezri didn’t even know what the hell she was going to get herself into, but she did know that she wanted it. She was excited by it and eager for more. His fingers were inside of her, plunging deep and causing her to moan loudly, but they only pulled out to smear across her virgin ass, indicating just what he had in mind for the first course.<br><br>The detective’s heart began to race harder and faster, showing her nervousness towards this particular subject. Even her hips started squirming already; no regrets, just nerves. Would she be good for him? Would he enjoy himself, find her ass as enticing as he seemed to think it might be? Would it feel good, or hurt too much to tell? So many thoughts raced through her mind, it became increasingly difficult to distinguish his words from her thoughts.<br><br>Cole repositioned himself, freeing up the view of her images, allowing her the freedom of watching him line up behind her without having to crane her neck. It made the moment surreal, even after his thrust into her cunt caused the small woman to yelp in pain that quickly trembled with pleasure. She liked it when the magus went deep and didn’t hold back from his strength. Especially when he was forcing himself into and out of her pussy. It made her moan like a whole, straining for more, only to get the treatment in her ass.<br><br>Ezri screamed. It was a mix of surprise, despite having the perfect angles and views, of anticipation, and pain. She watched the virgin hole stretch wide and take that impossible length in, swallowing even as her body protested at the intrusion and the humiliation. Her cheeks burned, her eyes flooded with tears, her face contorted as he fisted her hair and pulled her into the position that he wanted. Magicians always cheated, but this was what she had wanted. This was what Ezri had asked for, without so many words. She needed someone she trusted to take her beyond her limits. She needed to be someone else’s prisoner, even for a little while, so that she may fight strength again. Most of all, she needed to feel desirable, she needed to know that there was someone out there who wanted to do these dark, twisted things to her despite what she had done and what she had been through and involved with.<br><br>It hurt, she watched herself whimper as her bud pulsed and tried to remove the intrusion. But the moment he pulled backwards, releasing his forced bond between them, her body shuddered with arousal and need, nearly cumming on the spot as his cock caressed nerves that have never been stimulated before, turning the detective once again into a writhing, whining, needy little whore. She needed him to give her more. More. "Oh god! Fuck Cole! H-Harder..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 19:17:07</strong>
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				He could tell she was nervous. She’d been chasing the dragon, and it had turned around and bitten her. He knew that he couldn’t keep her arms bound like this the whole hour, but it was a good start. He had her trussed up like Sunday dinner. And his hands moved to caress her body before he was smearing those juices all over her. He could hear her gasp sharply, her whole body aquiver, trying to prepare itself, even through it was clear there was going to be an absolutely overwhelming number of sensations assailing her body in moments. <br><br>Cole made sure to shove his cock good and deep into her snatch first, all the way down, coarse and rough, before drawing back. He hadn’t been using quite all of his strength, knowing that would probably cause her harm, but the thrust had been brutal none-the-less, slamming his body into hers before he drew back, his dick glistening and slick, before lining up against the pucker of her ass, ramming forward with the same ferocity.<br><br>He plundered her ass, battering his cock hard and deep inside of her on that first thrust, despite the sudden clamp of muscle he felt from her, that bit of panic and unfamiliarity, every instinct in her body trying to resist. He could even see her head trying to turn and look away, as if not seeing the images in front of her would let her dispel some of it, but his fist balled in her hair gave it a sharp yank, forcing her head to snap back into position, so she was looking at those silvery projections, to see her own body being pried open with a crowbar, the flesh around his cock red and swollen in protest. Cole smirked a little bit, then his free hand twisted again, giving him a screen this time, one of her face, so he could see it. He was a little disappointed that he hadn’t thought of it earlier, but he’d thought of it now, so that would have to be enough.<br><br>There were tears running down her eyes, and her voice was a strangled whimper as he started to draw back from that first thrust, and her body began to shiver in overwhelming, unfamiliar pleasure, the sensations of new experience suddenly flooding her system. And then she started begging for more. “Mmmmm… see? My little bitch has just gotten her first taste of being buttfucked and she’s already yearning for more. See what a slut I make you, Ezri? My perfect little fuckmeat whore.”<br><br>His hips drew back until just the very tip of his cock was in her ass, as if he was threatening to withdraw, as if the idea was crossing his mind that maybe that would be all he would give her. It was all an act, of course, but she didn’t need to know that. Her mind wasn’t thinking clearly. She was awash with an intense set of feelings she’d probably never felt before. “You keep begging for more like a good little slut and maybe I’ll see what I can do.” He laughed, dark and wicked, a manipulative roll of ominous thunder, before he slammed forward again, no warning, no signal given, slamming his cock back into that unaccustomed hole, forcing his way all the way inside of her, twice as hard as the last thrust, until his balls slapped against her cunt in a spank, shoving the whole length inside of her again, his hand in her hair yanking her head to force her to keep her back uncomfortably arched, his other hand having moved from her arms to hold onto one of her shoulders, so she wasn’t supporting all of her weight too awkwardly. <br><br>“New sensations, aren’t they? And you fucking <em>love</em> them don’t, you? Surrender that last bit of innocence to me. Cum so hard you see spots. Don’t fight it. Your body wants you to know how much you want to be under my thumb, to be my little possession, a wanton little slave to my dick, ready to do anything it demands her to.” His hips drew back again, sliding completely out now, just for half a second, to give her body the false impression that it had a moment’s respite, when really he just wanted her ass to close a bit again, as if it was through being humiliated, and instead, he plowed forward again without warning, punching his cock inside of it once more. “Who’s my bitch?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 01:42:54</strong>
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				It hurt. It was a pain she had never experienced before and sent her basic instincts into overdrive. She needed to run, to flee, and to escape. She needed to fight back against this assailant and look for an opening that would give her freedom. But the magus was strong, not only with his magic but with his body. She was pinned helplessly on the bed, pinned and unable to get into a position that gave her any power. Here, on her hands and knees, all she could do was brace herself less she was crushed and smothered against the pillows. Her muscles flexed, screamed from the force of his abuse, trembled as they struggled to withstand his demands, but no opening presented itself, no instinctive pocket formed a window that allowed Ezri to gain leverage.<br><br>And she was soaked. She was slick down to her parted knees as he caused her to scream and whimper with pain as he took her ass, and pleasure as he slowly pulled himself free. It left her pussy aching to be filled, it made her body tremble with a need to be completed, but she still sobbed for air and mewled in distress as he pushed her to limits she hadn’t ever imagined.<br><br>The worst part was that she didn’t want the hour to ever end. She didn’t want to lose this feeling of being possessed by the man; she didn’t want his encouraging words to turn mute. He wanted her to cum and he wanted her to hurt, and he was damn well sure that he was going to get it all from her. So Ezri screamed, she cursed him around begging pleads every time his cock slid out of her ass, teasing those nerves and making her hips tremble and quake. She was begging him with body and mind, aching to have her pussy filled with the very thing that punished her virgin ass.<br><br>She answered his demanding questions. “I-I am!” She squeaked, she sobbed, and then she came with a groan that could only ever come from a sensitive whore, the kind that rolled through her body as she buckled, collapsed and arched, This orgasm was far different than any she had ever experienced before. Deeper, fuller, it surrendered to her master and his demands just as her body had, giving him everything he demanded of her on a silver platter. She came because he told her to, and when she did she didn’t dare hold back. It pulsed through her for long seconds, then continued to stretch out even longer until she was a sweating, trembling mess that could no longer support herself on her limbs. Her mind was several seconds back, not yet catching up with her body, taking minutes before it was able to surface and bring her back to reality. “I am… I am…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>13-10-2012, 08:59:20</strong>
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				Cole could tell this was all something she was completely unaccustomed to, but it was what she had asked for. He was going to treat her exactly as she had asked him to, without mercy or easing up on the force. He could feel her body trying to squirm and wriggle from beneath him, but his hand pushed down sharply on the small of her back, as if he was pinning her beneath a bootheel. When he needed to be in control, he was. He would use his will, his muscles and his magic to make that point abundantly clear. He did not offer space to be trifled with. There was no opening for her to take, no takebacks, no chance to cry Uncle and get him to ease up. There would be no easing up.<br><br>He could hear how wet she was when his balls slapped against her pussy, the wet, sloppy sounds unmistakable. His hips drew back only to steamroll forward again, another hard thrust to follow the one before it. He could hear her gasping for breath, and he decided to time is thrusts at the moment when she chose to draw a breath in, as if he intended to knock it out of her, as if to remind her that she currently breathed at his decision, her entire body unable to do anything he wasn’t willing to happen. He would push her to her limits, and then he would push her past them. <br><br>He felt her body tensing up, preparing for that first release, it approaching far faster than he expected. His hand slapped down again on her hip, spanking it with a loud clap, enough to make the muscles clench just slightly in response. His hips drew back as he did, to make her tighten that virginal ass even more viciously around his cock, drawing nearly back to the point of withdrawal before slaughtering forward again, exposing nerves she didn’t know she had to sensations she didn’t know existed. She was going to learn all sorts of things about her body that she’d never known before now, before him. <br><br>Cole smiled a little more as she admitted her status as that release hit her, just her first of the night. He was barely getting started. This was barely even an appetizer. He hadn’t even warmed up yet. He was only beginning to start expanding her horizons. But he was going to force her to yield more than she’d ever imagined. He would take every inch of submission then take a foot more. He was going to bend her completely to his will. “That’s right. You’re my bitch. I own you. Now thank your master for giving his dirty little bitch her first orgasm, and maybe I’ll give you another.” He could feel her body slide forward on her knees, unable to keep them up and raised, as the orgasm demolished her body. He knew it was going to wrack her body like she’d never even imagined, and yet, he didn’t give her more than a few seconds to regain her breath, pulling his hips up before thrusting down into her ass again, this time with enough force to push her down against the mattress and feel it start to give a little, the springs in the boxspring creaking in protest. “Tell him how much you want him to treat you like the needy, filthy rutting whore that you are, how much you yearn for a dick in every wanton hole on your body. Go on, fuckmeat, beg good and maybe I’ll pull another trick from my bag of goodies and make you cum even harder than that.”&nbsp; <br><br>His hand shifted to make the shimmery pool before her move in nice and close. “Look at how soaked you are, slut. That twat is absolutely drenched. You love being owned, being used, being possessed. That means you should thank me. Because I can be kind to my toys or I can be cruel.” His hand in her hair kept tugging firmly, making her head arch back, almost like a trout wriggling out of the water, bending in a reverse arch, his hips still resting on hers, that thick dick lodged deep in her ass. His fingers were starting to curl. He was considering which of the dirty magical tricks up his sleeve he was thinking of trying next. It had been a long time since he’d been able to really cut loose. Magic was only as powerful as the mind wielding it, and the limits that mind set for itself.<br><br>And she’d asked him not to limit himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>20-10-2012, 18:34:46</strong>
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				This was everything she had wanted. Complete surrender, complete control, the inability to make a decision and the freedom of being forced into one. She had so much to control in her life, so many things to consider and take care of. She had been denied of any form of pleasure for an entire year, now here she was, bound and crudely positioned with all of her choices stripped away. There was something thrilling about having a master, one that wasn’t the demon that had ripped her life apart. Cole she trusted, even if she didn’t know and couldn’t ever predict what he was going to do. Hurt her, yes. Take her hard past her limits and not give her a chance to rest, certainly. But that’s what she wanted. Someone to take control of her life, of her body and her needs, and to issue out to her everything that she would need.<br><br>So she whimpered as his cock slammed into her ass again, causing the woman to collapse and twist, riding the current that buzzed through her body and straight into her bones. He made her vision blurry. It took several seconds for her to make sense of the image hovering before her. Asshole stretched wide around that thick cock, pussy soaking wet and begging to be stretched wide and filled. No porn star could ever hope to achieve such a state, and seeing it as well as feeling it made it all the more erotic. She had thought it impossible to want it any more than she did now.<br><br>“Th-Thank you, Master.” It was difficult to speak; not only due to the position of her head arching back, but forming sentences in her mouth and articulating the words. She sounded drunk or sedated, but no less earnest. “Thank you…” She clenched, whimpered, and pressed back with her hips to show her adoration for what he was doing to her with his cock. Even if she was sure that she would never be able to walk again. “Please…” Her hips were dancing, begging, her pussy spasmed with nothing inside it to clench around. “Fuck my cunt, Master. Stretch me with your cock, take me to my limits, please!”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 02:37:06</strong>
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				Cole laughed darkly, that sound of leather and thunder in the undercurrent of his voice. His hand in her hair let those fibers slide from his grasp, giving her a little bit more freedom to move around again. It wasn’t something she’d be enjoying long, but you had to provide something to take something away. He could hear her breathing, erratic, frantic, being overwhelmed, unbearably assaulted, and yet, enjoying every minute of it.<br><br>“Oh, isn’t that adorable,” he said, his voice almost amused.&nbsp; “You think I can only do one or the other.” His hips pulled back, sliding that cock from her ass and then lining it up against the cleft of her pussy, shoving forward. “There you go. There’s that dick deep inside of your drenched little fuckhole that you so desperately wanted.” His fingers twisted and coiled, another spell at work. “But what’s this?” He was sure she was surprised to feel a pressure back at the pucker of her ass. And yet, it wasn’t cold like some dildo – it was warm flesh. It was his warm flesh.<br><br>“A few months ago, I awoke from a dream, all sticky and out of breath, but I didn’t know why. Now, I do, you see. Before we’d even met… I’d fucked you in the ass,” he said, again that dark laughter pouring from his lips as his hips shifted, the summoned cock, his summoned cock, pressing into her ass, so she was filled in both holes, his hips starting to move in the alternating rhythm he kept his summoned cock pushing in and out of her clenching backdoor.<br><br>“Ever felt that before? Two cocks piston punching their way in and out of your body? It’s not like I was going to let anyone else do it to you. You belong to me now, so I own you. I can fuck you however much I want, however I want. So if I want to stretch every hole on your body with my cock, you will just keep cumming, say thank you, and beg your Master for him to fuck his snug little whore even more, until she’s hoarse from cumming… Because I will find your limits... and I will push you past them...”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 04:05:22</strong>
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				He was a man of wretched words, of foul promises and twisted fantasies. This was a man she had called Master, and knew the first moment she had uttered that name she had meant it. With her demon, who constantly tried to afflict her life with his dark desires, she had been revolted and disgusted. All the creature wanted with her was perversion and a tool to keep himself anchored to the human world with. How was it she had even ended up in that bar on that horrible night? The same reason she had promised herself never to drink again. Yet tonight, she had done so. And tonight, her demon was replaced by a man who could wield magic and was using that very thing on her. And it was marvelous. It was what she had always hoped for, deep within her, the very something she kept from the demon, less he exploit it and used it against her.<br><br>Cole wasn’t using it against her, he wasn’t focusing these desires as a tool; he was simply showing her what she wanted, giving them to her. Somewhere in Ezri’s dark, twisted fantasies, she had hoped that she would be tied up and pinned to this very bed, ass held high in the air while his thick cock stretched and filled her. No complications.<br><br>Sweat glistened on her brow, causing curls to stick to her forehead and along her cheeks. Again Cole was speaking to her, and again it was difficult to pay attention to each and every word, forming them into a complete sentence in her head, and understanding their meaning. All she could do was rock back, keening and panting as he pushed her further along the path of pleasure. She couldn’t make sense of the heat pushing at her ass; his fingers, maybe? But they were thick, and for one moment she couldn’t make sense of anything at all.<br><br>That was when her eyes shot open, and Ezri lurched forward, instinctively trying to get away. Of course there was nowhere for her to escape to, and the rope did its job in keeping her in place. The movement also pushed her head into the blankets, where she released a throaty scream that echoed in the room and ended with a sharp grunt. Unexpected. Unreal. She could hardly piece the facts together, even as he told her what he had just done. Magic. Still, it baffled her, even when she had been living with a demon for the last year. Who would have thought?<br><br>“Fuck… Fuck!!” She bit down around the blankets, shredding them with her teeth, undulating so violently under the man that she would force him to ride her or fall off. She screamed, bucked and howled with pleasurable pain, but not once called out for him to stop or to slow his pace. Maybe she hadn’t thought about it? Maybe he just knew her that well? She opened her eyes, watching the blurry image there before her face but could hardly accept the fact that this was real. All of it. “I’m going to cum…” It was a whimpered confession, a whining plea as she continued to buckle and twist. Close now, so very closer, and yet the closer it surfaced, the more she seemed to fight him, cursing and struggling with more shouts and more screams, unable to contain such pleasure in her body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 03:05:18</strong>
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				Cole had no intention of letting up on her. Hell, he was just starting to get warmed up. He had his entire length of time to use on her and he was intent of savoring each and every moment of it. He wanted to be sure she did not forget this, because this was something she had asked for, no, begged him for. She wanted to see just what was hidden behind the mask of kindess and cynicism. So he was giving her exactly what she had asked for.<br><br>He kept her in position as he shoved his cock into her pussy. Normally, the angle at which they were doing this, her up on her knees, him standing just off the bed behind her, would have prevented anything else, but magic was a wonderful thing, so the push of his cock, well, the cock of him from the past, pushed into her ass without problem, stretching it out, so she was being filled in both holes by him and him alone. He was sure the demon hadn't thought of this kind of thing, but he was only getting warmed up. He could feel her starting with lash, squirm, desperate to get away from the two cocks that were invading her, until that scream poured from her throat, burning into a grunt. He could see the shiver of goosebumps running along her flesh as he stretched her open. And whenever she looked up, those silvery, mystical screens gave her a wonderful view of all the action from several angles. At the base of the cock in her ass, his cock from the past, there was a blue disc, a portal of some kind connecting now and then. <br><br>He grinned a bit wolfishly when she bit down on the blanket, and he could hear her howling with sensations of it all, continuing to hammer away at her, his balls slapping against her clit, alternating the pace, sometimes pushing both cocks in at the same time, and sometimes alternating between the two, feeling her body stretch and twist. He laughed slightly when she whimpered that she was going to cum. "Then cum. Cum a bunch," he said with a wry smile. "I didn't say you weren't allowed to cum - just that I was going to make you hoarse from cumming so much." His hand gave her ass a hard slap as he shouted "CUM!" as a command at her, knowing it would send her body into uncontrollable spasms of pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 19:11:16</strong>
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				Cole couldn’t ever say that Ezri didn’t listen. There was only a slight delay long enough for the sound of the slap to die in their ears and for her body to go rigid before his command was obeyed. She whimpered as if she was terrified, and maybe she was? The way her body clenched and twisted showed restraint as if she were trying to shut parts of herself down, but once the first initial rush began, her whimper turned into a gasp, and finally, another pitching scream. It tore from her throat like a curse, ragged and fierce; until it died once her lungs ran out of air and left her throat raw and tasting of copper. But the release wasn’t all sound; she was a vice, both holes clenching down on his cock so tightly it restricted all movement, only showing him reprieve between pulses.<br><br>Those clamps were quick and frantic like her heart, lasting for nearly a full minute until her body finally collapsed and she was no longer on her knees. The woman’s body was stretched out before him, coated in a glistening sheen of sweat with muscles that twitched and spasmed and failed to fully relax. The demand for air was never truly satisfied, made evident by the rapid rise and fall of her chest.<br><br>Not a full hour in and the man had done the impossible. She hadn’t thought he would be this good, nor had she really considered the fact that he would have used his magic. It was still an alien thing to her, and all Ezri really wanted was proof that she knew how to give herself over again without regret or fear. No drugs, no wiles, just lust and look where she was! Trapped still on thick cock, unable to brace herself at this point, suffering from muscle fatigue. He hadn’t even cummed yet himself, an experience she was rather looking forward. Not because it was likely to signal the end, but because she found herself craving that hot rush to shoot deep inside of her and to keep her belly warm. There would be satisfaction in that moment.<br><br>Right now… all she could do was breathe, unable to so much as wipe the sweat from her eyes as it blinded her and caused the images before her to grow blurry. How much time was left? She couldn’t decide if she hoped that time had stopped, or if it really only began. But… this was Ezri, and this was what she had begged him for. Her body was trying to cool down and relax but her mind and everything else about her was drugged with this taste. This was what the demon saw in her; a never ending drive. Stubbornness. Not only for sex, but for getting what she wanted. Be that a perp who needed to be arrested or to prove to Cole that she wasn’t just another fuck he could say he had. She was memorable.<br><br>Ezri managed to find her knees again, and lifted up on them. She was trembling and shaking and could hardly support herself, but she was too stubborn to lose. “I-I thought you said you were going to hurt me.” Her voice trembled, a hoarse rasp from her screaming. “Well? I’m waiting, Cole! You promised to rape me, and so far I’ve only enjoyed everything. Now fucking hurt me. Then fucking cum in me and make my belly ache from your seed, because I want you to make me squirm with the memory of this. Or was that all you've got?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 00:37:50</strong>
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				"Mmmm... I think you like all of this. I think you can't wait for it to hurt more." His hand slapped down on her ass again, this time good and hard, enough to really make that flesh sting. And before she had half a second to adjust to it, he slapped her ass again, this time even harder, but this time, his hand was in her hair, yanking it back, to make her back arch, and his cock was shoving into her snatch until the head was banged right up against her cervix, pressing against it forcefully, feeling her body shaking just a little in protest, although he didn't relent. "You want my cum, my little dirty bitch? Then beg for it like the scrap of fuckmeat that you are." His hand slapped down on her other asscheek, reddening the flesh something fierce, feeling it heat up, despite the layer of sweat that had dripped over her skin. "Plead so desperately to feel that first rush of my hot spunk right against the back of your whore cunt, pouring into you and painting your insides with it, knowing it'll only set you off into another orgasm. You couldn't resist, even if you wanted to." <br><br>His hand in her hair was yanking back on it at irregular intervals, sometimes at the same time he pushed his cock down into her, sometimes when he was drawing back, with no rhyme or reason or rhythm to it. His hand drew her head back, back, back and then he reached forward and slapped her face, enough to make her cheek sting. "Squeal like the desperate slut you are, yearning to be owned by someone who knows how to hurt you just like you like." He leaned forward a bit. "You can take a whole lot, but sooner or later, you're going to crack under it, and then you're going to cum so hard against your will that you'll be pissing all over, your whole body dying to get a moment's respite, hoping that you can slicken up enough to not feel so goddamn full..." He leaned in and bit her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it back before letting it slip from his ivories, just as his other hand reached under and spanked her clit, a good hard <strong>SLAP</strong> that he knew would resound through her every nerve. He was going to keep her on a live wire. <br><br>Cole had plenty of time left, nearing the halfway point, and he was starting to really bear down the pressure, each thrust of his dick hammering against the back of her twat, poundpound<em>poundpound</em><strong>poundpound<em>POUNDPOUNDPOUND</em></strong>. Unceasing, unmerciful, again and again, his balls slapping against her clit like some kind of a machine, as the cock in her ass, the one of his from the past, finally let loose its release, pouring hot jizz into her backdoor, a sticky stream, tensing up as it spouted inside of her, and then just as that cock of his from the past was starting to soften, it disappeared, returning to whence it came, perhaps. "Tell me how much you fucking love this... tell me how much you love being my owned little bitch..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 04:51:43</strong>
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				Maybe… just maybe… she had pushed him too much. He was pounding her like a piston, moving faster and harder than she had expected him to be able to move. Each time his cock slammed against her cervix she thought he would puncture through, and each time he withdrew, she found herself screaming into the sheets. Pain… oh lord was there a lot of it! But pleasure was twisting her insides as well, causing her spine to arch as she lifted her body up and off of the sheets. Ezri wasn’t a placid lover, nor was she prone to gentle love making. She moved like a wildcat and wasn’t afraid to dig her claws into him or the sheets. Cole was certainly living up to his end of the deal; he pushed her boundaries and forced her plunging right over the edge. The detective would have told him to stop if she had air enough to breathe. She had to settle with screaming and cursing instead.<br><br>The cock in her ass came, filling her with hot seed that hadn’t gone unnoticed. It made her wonder; had he felt the pleasure from the release, or was it just something remembered? Was Cole going to moan with ecstasy, or simply grunt after such a ride? Telling the signs was difficult, and the mirrored images of herself and her own face and cunt were distorting. She wouldn’t be able to see his face when he finally had his release, anyways.<br><br>“Nnngh!” The muscles in her stomach were cramping now under his assault. She twisted and whimpered, starting to fighting him off out of primal need. Something inside of her brain was resisting the pleasure, but in doing so, made it all the more thrilling. Dare she admit that she liked the thought of him actually raping her? That being forced to endure this until he found satisfaction was a turn on? Well… it was. The woman was whimpering now, begging him with words she couldn’t understand. She wanted him to cum; she wanted him to let her go. She begged him to forgive her even though she was certain she hadn’t done anything wrong. Harder and harder he pushed his fat cock into her pussy, until Ezri’s voice was cracking from her screams, and she was beginning to taste copper at the back of her throat.<br><br>Then she came. And it was violent. Even for being as strong as he was, Cole would have really had to fight against Ezri this time. She not only squirmed, she writhed and bucked, wiggling every inch that had the ability to move, because her&nbsp; brain was telling her body that this orgasm was too powerful. It caused tears to spill out past her eyes as she screamed louder than ever before, and his cock, still buried in her cunt, was forced still by the way she clenched around him. Tight. A vice. A wet mouth that swallowed at his cock and tried to pull his semen up and out of his prick in order to plant his seed deep inside of her unprotected sex. Again and again she pulsed, again and again she screamed, cursing around his name, begging him with every ounce of her being.<br><br>Everything a good, obedient slave should do, since she had followed his directions to the letter, leaving the very tired Ezri to collapse, still pulsing around his cock, and whimpering at each and every second that ticked by.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 20:23:32</strong>
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				Cole could see that look in her eyes that had just the slightest tint of fear to it, of nervousness, wondering if maybe she'd bitten off more than she could handle. She'd goaded him, though, and clearly she wanted to see what he was like completely unbound. And he was still building up to that. She had told him not to let up, not to ease off, not to give her an inch of breathing room, and he was going to hold her to that. He'd warned her up front that his appetite, unleashed, could be difficult to manage, and she'd insisted that she could handle it. Now they were really putting that to the test.<br><br>He could see her shiver as the cock from the past spurted in her ass, and a smile crossed his lips at the memory of it. He didn't feel it now, of course, but he remembered waking up that morning, sticky and glowing, baked in the aftershocks of the pleasure, and it was a pleasant memory to have. And he could see the look on her face, one of mild disbelief and shock, steeped in undescribable pleasure. And he wasn't letting her look away, forcing her to see her own face peering back at her, that distorted masque of unbearable pleasure and pain contorting her face. She was trying to stave it off, but he could see that there was only so much she could endure. She wanted a release, she wanted a reprieve, she wanted even just a moment to catch her breath, but Cole offered no such moment, no such pause. <br><br>As that orgasm of hers overwhelmed her body, he shifted his pose and lifted one of his bare feet up, pressing it atop of her head, pushing it a bit more into the mattress, pinning her down, an even more dominant position than he'd had before, and when she started to thrash and flail, it helped him keep her pinned down and in place, and he could feel exactly how tight her cunt clamped down onto his cock, begging his dick to spurt and give her yet another orgasm, and to signal a moment's escape from this intense, overwhelming pounding, but he kept drilling her through it. "You want it, Ezri? I want to hear you beg for it. Beg your Master to cum in his little bitch's cunt." His hand lifted up and slapped down on her ass hard, a wicked red handprint left in the flesh, and he could see her body twitching, knowing she was running on fumes, desperate for a moment to clear her head, but he demanded this final act of submission from her, to bring her from being the demon's possession to being his. He was ready to pop, but was keeping his body in check through sheer force of will until he got what he wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 07:09:29</strong>
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				Cole was a merciless son of a bitch, a wretched, evil man who gave the woman no moment of rest. Where had he been all her life?<br><br>Sweating, drooling, spasming from muscle cramps and exhaustion, and still the bastard was filling her cunt and showing no sign of stopping. What was worse was that he was actually <em>taunting</em> her, and it was working. Something close to fear flickered across her face; had she not begged him properly just a moment ago? Had those endless babbling words of need, adoration and lust not been enough? Ezri was in no coherent state that would summon golden words but something inside told her that that wasn’t what the mage wanted. This man was primal, and in this he dominated the demon. It should have sent alarm bells clanging, ringing loudly in her head, instead it only made the woman spasm with a low, throat, “Uuuhn!”<br><br>He wanted words? She wanted to feed them to him. She wanted to see him satisfied and proud, with compliments flooding from his lips. Ezri wanted, no, <em>needed</em> to satisfy this man. She wanted him to enjoy this night as much if not more than she did herself. “P-Please!” Her voice was hoarse, as if she had swallowed gravel and struggled to speak around the jagged little stones. Even her hips rocked backwards, begging for a tighter fit. She wanted him all the way inside when he came. “Fucking give me that seed… spoil me!” Another backwards thrust; she was cutting herself from the restraints, but her determination to get that spunk inside her womb made wounds a trifle thing. A bitch in heat wasn’t anywhere near as desperate as this woman was, right now, eager for that violent finish. “Flood this bitch’s cunt with your filth! I want it so deep I can taste it!”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 23:57:52</strong>
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				He could tell her body was running on overdrive, her energy reserves in overtime, body in the redline zone, unable to do much more than be wracked with the pleasure and pain he was pounding into her body. This was what she had asked him for, no quarter, and some part of him in the distant back seats of his brain wondered if she was regretting that now, if she'd bitten off more than she could chew. Every man had a dark devil inside of them, and Cole's was darker than most, the product of having been solo so long, unable to put an attachment to anyone or anything. And here he was now, taking care of someone. He hadn't expected this, but if this was part of his payment, he was certainly going to take the time to enjoy it. He could feel her spasming, twitching, grunting, as he plowed into her again and again.<br><br>She started spouting off to him, and he wondered if she thought she was going too far, but in fact she was simply going as far as he wanted her to, no more and no less. He could feel her struggling against the restraints, knowing they were cutting into her flesh, but he would dispel those wounds later, after they were done. It was getting harder and harder to focus as he fucked her raw, his cock battering into her cunt again and again, his breathing getting faster, more shallow. He reached forward and placed both hands around her neck, his fingertips giving a bit of a squeeze, enough to choke her just a bit, as his release was about to hit him. "Not just 'this bitch,'" he said, panting quickly. "<strong><span class="bbc_u">MY</span></strong> bitch... here... nnhh... here you go... I... mmphh... I fucking OWN you now... you're marked... you're fucking MINE."<br><br>On that last word, he slammed forward, burying his cock hilt deep, his hands on her neck pulling back, knowing it would probably hurt like hell, but too lost in the moment of it to care, his dick spewing endless sticky hot cum inside of her snatch, jet after jet of it, never ending, like he was a flood, until it was finally seeping out of her he'd poured so much spunk inside of her pussy and his body started to relax, his hands easing off, moving to rest on the back of her shoulders, as he swallowed a breath of air, then another, slowing drawing himself back into containment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 20:52:10</strong>
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				She couldn’t remember the last time her body had been punished at such a level. Not with the demon who took her against her will. Not with any previous fling her promised to make her waddle in the morning (and who never did). When had Ezri ever given herself over completely? She was dizzy and nauseous, feeling sick from the fading adrenaline and contemplated throwing up. But that would take too much energy, and she could hardly move her own fingers –how was she going to swing her head off and around the bed? Sweat glistened on her body with blood and their sex. Bruises darkened her alabaster flesh with an ugly arrangement of black, purple and blue. The muscles in her back were twitching, having been strained too long and threatened to tear. She even had the long bruises on her neck from where his fingers had grasped and pulled back, stealing her air.<br><br>But she was content in a way that Ezri couldn’t fathom. She was broken, in more pain that she could remember, but satisfied. Every twitch and whimper could be heard in the room, but with her belly full of his hot seed… she didn’t want to move. She was in no rush to feel his cum slipping out of her. Cole still twitched, his cock was still buried deep as he came down from his high, and it wasn’t until now that she noticed that the clock had ran down on its time long ago.<br><br>She rested her cheek back against the bed, unmoving after that. She couldn’t be certain about what was going to happen next; would he roll off the bed and snap his fingers, making it all disappear? Would he linger, enjoying the afterglow of their experience while mocking her for her needy screams? She didn’t think she could share a conversation for long; her throat hurt, broken from her screams, and only time would heal it. Right?<br><br>Ezri rocked her hips back, slowly, gently, sealing her around his prick to keep his release where she wanted it the most, and not dripping down the inside of her thighs. Call her greedy. Call her a slut. She liked that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>30-08-2013, 23:15:26</strong>
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				Cole drew a deep breath, one with some force before pushing it back out, exhaling almost effortfully. "That's my good little slut," he purred at her. He wasn't going to move, instead feeling her still butterfly twitching around his cock, her body refusing to let go, even as his cock was starting to soften. This was what she had wanted and now he wondered if she was thinking she had bitten off more than she could chew. The dark side of Cole ran deep and fierce, and wasn't something to be taken lightly. His fingertips quietly snapped, just to remove the bindings and let her have some movement and freedom again, even thought her body was full with his cum, both in her pussy and her ass, and while he felt like he should pull back and off of her, he could feel her body giving soft squeezes to his dick, as if to ask him to remain a little longer, a few more moments, just to linger a bit. His own body was somewhat exhausted, a wonderful ordel that had left him spent.<br><br>His hands brushed along her back. "If the pain is too much, let me know, and I can burn off most of it with another spell or two, although it seemed you were enjoying the pain as much as the sex," he said with a dry chuckle. He lifted one of his hands to wipe sweat from his brow - droplets had been falling into his eyes much to his annoyance for some time now. There was some fear that she might be mad at him, having seen they'd both missed the clock's timer running out some twenty minutes ago, but then again, she'd been egging him on, asking for more, harder, stronger, fiercer. And he had done his best to deliver.<br><br>He licked his lips a little bit, his body still pressed against hers, one hand holding on the headboard, the other brushing along the small of her back now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-09-2013, 21:21:40</strong>
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				Ezri’s body sagged once it was released from its binds, but all this did was cause her to moan as exhausted muscles settled in a more relaxed state. She was spent. Satisfied. Exhausted. She didn’t want to move or having him stop stroking her back, an action that soothed her soul far more than she had anticipated. Despite knowing her connection to a demon, with ‘damnation’ printed all across her fate, here he was coupling with her and not pulling away. For this she was beyond grateful; she didn’t give a damn about that timer.<br><br>Slowly, Ezri turned her head to rest her other cheek on the mattress, giving her a better angle to look back at Cole. It was an arousing sight, seeing him hovering over her, touching her, still joined at the hips despite the way he was starting to shrink. The woman could feel his seed start to flow past, sliding down the inside of her legs and to drip onto the blankets now tangled from their sex. Even the smell of the room seemed to try its best to say, ‘remember the wicked fun you two just shared?’ She would do it again… even if she wasn’t sure if she wanted to vomit or roll around like a kitten on the bed, purring.<br><br>“No…” Her voice cracked, heavy with exhaustion but a smile touched the corners of her lips. “Don’t you dare make this go away… I’m basking and I have every intention of remembering each and every one of these beautiful aches.” His cum still pooled out of her, making her moan. “Mmf… I’d give you a high-five but I can’t lift my arms, so either slap mine or feel free to gloat because you deserve every breathy praise you could imagine.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>10-09-2013, 22:33:22</strong>
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				"Do I seem like the kind of man who would gloat, love?" he said with a chuckle before pausing, cocking his head to one side. "Actually, I'm exactly that kind of man. So how's that for what you've been missing, hm?" He smirked a little bit, his hand smoothing along her back, his other hand holding on to the headboard. He was still a bit winded himself and needed time to recover his energies, basking a little himself. He could just magic away his exhaustion, but that would mean he'd be paying for it later, and they didn't seem to have any immediate need to be running. His hand on the small of her back gave her ass another spank, not as hard as before, but still enough to make that red flesh sing a bit. "Still, can't say I didn't show you a good time, hm?" He remained there for another minute or two before finally he needed to lay down, so instead of pulling out, he leaned forward and then rolled them both onto their side, his cock slowly slipping out of her pussy as it returned to softness. He slid one arm in the space beneath her neck, to help cradle her head, and wrapped his other arm around her midsection.<br><br>"And here I thought the darkness would frighten you off." He shrugged a little bit. "'Spose everyone has their demons t'deal with, me included. And I suppose it's good we get to know each other that well before we go and visit the Dog-Faced Man, because Lord knows tha' thing loves prying secrets out of anyone or anything. We'll need to go in about eight hours, once it's dark. He don' like the daylight much, which makes sense. I sent a message and arranged a meeting. He'll be the first step on us figurin' out how to get th' Kulkathan from you. Normally, there'd be a high price to pay, but Dog owes me for handling his pussy problem a few years ago, so he's in deep t'me for favors, so only right I should collect'em every now and then." His fingernails gently dragged along her side. "But we kin rest for a few hours. I think you're gonna need it. Me too, most like."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>15-09-2013, 20:38:03</strong>
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				Their first bout in the bar had been a pleasant experience, but something about it had been entirely tame. The second bout, the most recent, had been far more refreshing and real and unlike anything she had ever experienced before. To Ezri, nothing came closer to the truth of her desires like Cole had just explored, and so when they rolled to their sides, pressed together for warmth, sweaty and sticky, all Ezri could do was sigh, content. His seed was making a mess of the sheets, but this hardly bothered her. There was just something arousing about being marked from within by a man’s cum. There was something territorial about it.<br><br>“I think the dark did less scaring off, and more encouraging, don’t you? You pushed me past reason and into a place that was nothing but instinct and desire. It was primal, how all I could think about was your cock flooding my womb with your seed, and your voice hissing filthy things in my ear as you did so.” Ezri rolled over; it wasn’t exactly easy, her body felt bruised in more places than not. But she settled with her cheek on his arm and her fingers gently stroking along the muscles of his sides.<br><br>Ezri’s green eyes were heavily lidded, but clearly echoed the pleasure that was still ebbing from her body. “Well aren’t I a strange picture? Here I am, running from a demon who is trying to claim my soul, and I’ve found myself naked with a man with wicked tastes of his own, who had just performed unspeakable acts to me that a year ago I would have balked at, and now I feel as if I could never stop craving that heavy hand crashing down against my ass. Does that seem backwards to you at all?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 00:56:50</strong>
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				"Life is what it is, love," he sighed contentedly. "We learn who we are one day at a time, and the person we are today is rarely the person we were yesterday. And if you find that this is what makes you happy, who is anyone to judge that? And if you want more, all you have to do is ask, an' I have the will t' make sure there's a way." His hand brushed a few remaining wild hairs from her face before he kissed her cheek. "I, long ago, learned to stop asking the world 'why' when the bloody thing never gave me an answer back." He inhaled a careful breath, held it a few seconds, then let it back out again. There was still a slight copper taste on his tongue, but the hot breath dissolved most of that away. "We've got eight hours or so, so perhaps a six hour nap is not entirely out of the question." He chuckled throatily. "If you wake up before I do, feel free to wrap your lips around that cock o'mine and give me a proper good morn." Again, that dusty chuckle whispered from his lips.<br><br>"We'll deal with the Kulkathian. It'll just take some time." His voice was perhaps the tiniest quiver unsure, as the task before them was monumental. Kulkathians were vile, disgusting creatures who polluted and degraded everything they touched until it had withered and disintegrated, leaving behind little more than a lifeless husk, skin draped over bones, with all the meat inside picked clean. It was not the kind of thing he wanted to see happen to anyone, much less this woman he'd shared a bed with. "Rest now. Tonight's... gonna be interesting."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 17:40:48</strong>
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				Not only was he the perfect sadist, he was a realist. Ezri found something noble in that outlook; it was reliable. Not depressing to be depressing, nor was it happy just so it seemed optimistic. Their outlook on life was similar, if flagged by completely opposite experiences. Still… she found a comfort in that. Ezri allowed her eyes to fall shut; the deep, throaty echo of Cole’s voice filled the room and lured her to a state that would quickly welcome sleep. What else was she to do, if he warned her against stepping on the floor and leaving the bed?<br><br>So she slept, falling asleep shortly after the mage finished talking and found herself enjoying the crook of his arm to rest her head upon while her outstretched hand slowly caressed her stomach just short of the navel. She couldn’t remember the last time she had fallen asleep feeling comfortable, safe and without a care, so that was precisely why, four and a half hours later, she woke up with a jolt, covered in sweat and panting as if she had just finished sprinting five miles.<br><br>The room was mostly dark, safe for some residual light coming from the mage’s magic, but it was enough to allow her to see that she was alone, and that the area was completely empty. Ezri sat up in bed, breathing for a long time while trying to piece together what had woken her. The simple truth was instinct; she hadn’t allowed herself to reach REM sleep since being bound by the demon, and since she had found it and welcomed the fall, her body was going to struggle reprogramming her habits. Cole was still in bed, still sprawled across the mattress in the nude and looked no less vulnerable now than he did wearing his leather jacket and a smirk. What were the odds that he was still asleep? Had she woken him?<br><br>Ezri sat on her heels, kneeling down near the man’s calf as she allowed the chill of the room to take over, turning her feverish skin cool as the open air danced across her flesh. Shifting her weight, Ezri straddled the one leg closest to her and pressed her palms to either side of Cole’s hips. It was her mouth that did all the work, obediently following the instructions he had left her before they slept, and so she sealed her lips around his cock, sucking, licking and working him into her mouth until the rhythm she found was similar to that of her hips if she were bouncing on him, quite eager to hear him more or to simply wake up himself and tell her whatever was on his mind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>30-12-2013, 20:21:37</strong>
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				He'd laid his wards, placed his spells, and this place was about as secure as it could get for now, so he slept the sleep of someone who felt safe where he was. He'd been running on fumes for the last few days, so it was a good chance for his body to recharge. He'd long ago given up on the standard 7-8 hours of sleep most people needed and learned to get by with only 4 or so, so the extra sleep was a welcome recharge. He'd also been using his abilities a bit more than he normally did and so that put a bit more of a strain on his system. Magic was best used sparingly and effectively, and while he could really throw down with the best of them, he prefered to keep those abilities in check and well hidden so people tended to underestimate him. That was how he'd gotten along as much as he had - people thought he was some push over who just got lucky all the time. Luck, however, was a carefully cultivated skill.<br><br>Cole didn't dream, unless he was trying to get some insight into the future, but right now, he just needed the rest, so he'd gone straight into virtual hiberation mode, his arm lightly folded around her, but more than that, he barely moved. He would wake up if one of the wards was tripped, obviously, but other than that, he was in a good slumber, so if she moved around in the night, he wasn't going to notice, lest she was shaking his shoulder to wake him. When she jolted awake, he slept right on through it, his body recharging those batteries. In fact, it was almost a little creepy how tranquil he looked while he slept. He had a sense of control about him, as if the sleep was something he turned on and off at will, a man so confident with himself that he was willing to turn off his consciousness with a flip. Of course, the endless amount of protective spells didn't hurt either.<br><br>He was still asleep when she shifted and moved him from his side onto his back, so she could straddle one leg, sitting on her heels, as she bent down and kissed his hip before eventually wrapping her lips around his cock, suckling on it. That fat shaft began to stir and harden at the sensations, but it didn't wake him immediately. No, it was the perfect kind of wake up call, one that built up and slowly brought his consciousness back from the rest state to one of waking, as her lips started to bounce down onto his cock, pushing his dick deeper into her mouth. He smiled before opening his eyes, and if she was looking, she would have seen it, but he tried to play possum a moment longer, as he felt her tongue lashing against the shaft of his cock. He was waking up. And he wanted to thank her with a gesture of appreciation. He remembered how much she'd enjoyed it when he'd taken a firm hand, so he did, one of his hands moving quietly but quickly, up until it rest on the back of her head on a downward thrust, pushing her mouth down until the head of his cock pushed into the back of her throat, holding it there for a good long moment, just enough to make her body panic slightly even thought her mind knew better, before letting her pull her head back up, his fingertips moving to stroke her face, a strand of precum mixed with drool trailing from her lips to the head of his cock. <br><br>"Now this is how a man likes to be woken up in the morning..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>12-01-2014, 01:37:59</strong>
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				She wasn’t a helpless woman; yet she liked it when he made her helpless around him. She wasn’t the sort who relinquished control to any man either; yet Cole had the reigns in his hands and she had no intention of fighting tooth and nail in order to get them back. If she were to be quite honest, the woman simply enjoyed the way that the mage could read her, and despite the horrible year that clouded the memory of who she used to be, Ezri felt more like herself pinned beneath him than she had in a very long time. So she didn’t feel fear when the mage held her mouth in place, refusing her the ability to pull back on her own accord, she felt a warm rush of excitement that rocked her hips back, surrendered the last of her hair with a moan, and filled her chest with heat.<br><br>The woman gasped, collecting air as the mage spoke, filling the room with the sound of his voice and didn’t sound in the least bit disapproving. That encouraged a smile, as Ezri licked her lips and the head of his prick, lifting her green eyes to look up at Cole and his smile. “You don’t say? I couldn’t tell at all; what with your grin, accelerated heart beat, this large prick throbbing against my tongue and the caress of your hand. Here I thought you might kick me off and tell me off.”<br><br>She lowered her mouth again, eyes locked onto Cole’s as she did so, until once more the head of his prick was snatched behind her lips. Slow, inch by inch she took her time, swallowing every inch of him until her lips were pressed flat against his shaft. It took a fair amount of restraint to gag or panic, even though she trusted him, but it wasn’t easy to fight off the body’s natural reaction to things. Slowly she pulled back up, breathed, but went right back to deep throating his cock, allowing the mage to bask in the attention, to writhe if he so wished, or to simply lie back and watch until he signaled her for more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 01:45:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Careful, or you'll see exactly how far down your throat it can go. What did I tell you? Mages cheat." He laughed a little bit wickedly, pushing her head back down onto his cock until he could feel those lips sealed around the base, his balls resting against her chin, keeping her there for a good moment, until he could feel her body starting to panic, that twitching, spasming, clenching around his cockhead, as if trying to desperately expel it, his hand pulling her head back to let her take a deep gasping breath of air. He had no intent on hurting her, but she liked being pushed to her limits, so he was intent on making sure she was constantly on that edge. When he pulled her back to let her gasp, his fingertips stroked that hair out of her face, letting her draw back enough to gasp and pant for air, but never more than half an inch between her lips and the tip of his cock. "Tell you off? Why would I do that? You know what you'd say back to me?" He waited until she started to reply, and then he pushed her face back down onto his cock again. "That's right, that's what I thought you'd say." <br><br>He could see her verdant green eyes welling up a little bit with tears, as he pulled his cock back again, letting her gasp in another deep, exhausted breath. "Now then... are you too sore to shove that cock into another hole of yours? Or do you just want to swallow a nice thick load this morning? Or maybe you're eager to have it stretching you open again?&nbsp; I'll actually let you answer this time..." He let his hand slide from her head, so that she could pull her head back and draw in another deep breath, his fingertips brushing along her cheek now, his eyes gleaming with mischief and mystery. "We've got about an hour or so before we need to start getting ready for our meeting tonight, and you've been a good girl, so I think I can let you decide what you want for a change..." That corrupting smirk of his hung in the air as his gaze never once wavered from her, his other hand propping him up enough to give him a more jaunty pose.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>11-08-2014, 07:04:13</strong>
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				She did need a few moment to collect herself –or rather, to collect enough air in her lungs to satisfy their needs so that she may respond. It wasn’t easy going, and in the end all Ezri was able to do was nod her head, unable to resist the urge to have him inside of her again. She was still sore, that was very true, and she was thankful that she had no need to try walking yet. Be that the traps still stretched out on the floor or because of her abused legs, she couldn’t quite be certain. And in the end, it really didn’t matter, one way or the other. “I want your cock inside me,” she moaned even as she gasped, excited by that option. She even felt herself spasming with the anticipation of it. “And I want your seed burning into my womb like before.”<br><br>She might have flinched at hearing such words slipping free from her mouth before; she didn’t flinch now, and only hoped the mage held true to his words. She was willing to be bent to his will, to twist herself into any form he desired her to take; so long as it meant that he would fit his cock into her once more, and bring her to the brink of exhausting madness by the power of his pleasure.<br><br>Pressing her forehead forward, so she could once again drag her lips against his cock, Ezri flicked the tip of his hard shaft with her tongue, enjoying the way he tasted as well as the heat that seemed to pulse from him there. “How do you want me?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fiend (CorruptingPower//Yggdrasil)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CorruptingPower</strong> on <strong>14-10-2014, 00:48:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cole smirked a little, watching her pull her lips off of his cock with a wet smack. Her body was clearly still a little exhausted, but it was also readily apparent that she didn't care. She wanted to reaffirm that what had happened to her last night had been real, that she could feel something so intensely pleasurable again after so long of being in the darkness alone, except for the monster on her back. Now that she had begun the path out of the darkness and into the light (or what light Cole passed for these days), she seemed to want to thrive in that light, to bask in it, to savor its warmth. When she admitted she wanted his cock inside of her, he could see her clench her thighs together just a hint reflexively. She was impatient, eager, yearning for another taste of that intense pleasure he'd bestowed on her last night. It wasn't that he was going to deny her - it was just clear he enjoyed hearing her say it.<br><br>He was starting to remold her just a touch - burning away the aspects of her that weren't in line with his own tastes and bringing her more in line with things that were, and that would mean making her more vocal, more talkative, more openly profane. It didn't seem like it was going to be a difficult thing to instill her with. She was already taking to the tendencies of his preferences. He didn't expect her to shift into his ideal overnight, but she was starting to walk down the path, and that was a good beginning. All journeys were taken one step at a time, no matter how fast we might want to travel down those paths.<br><br>When she lifted her eyes to look up at him as her tongue flicked along the side of his dick, he smirked just a little bit. Variety led to excitement. He grabbed her shoulders and slowly pulled her forward, making his cock drag along her neck, down between her tits, and across her belly until he pushed her back, folding her upwards, sliding her up and onto her knees, straddling his waist. His cock was bent upward, her body resting atop of it. "Here we go, love... this'll be a good starting position, so you can decide just how tired you are, hm?" He gave her a playful wink.
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