Daemon of Lust (Octavian and Young)
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				Title: <strong>Daemon of Lust (Octavian and Young)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowly</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 20:01:15</strong>
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				Quinton was the sort to head out with his peers after classes were out to go exploring, constantly getting into places that they ought not to and, on rare occasions, getting themselves into trouble outside of the city. Without many cares in the world outside his immediate family and his studies he was often times accused of being aloof and lacking common sense; they were things he considered might, in fact, be true but he could never bring himself to very much care.<br><br>Lately, however, he had distanced himself from his friends at the academy ever since he had begun reading from an old book he found in the abandoned temple on the outskirts of town. They had all been there many times before, certainly, when their usual haunts were occupied, but one evening he had been rummaging through the basement and discovered a loose floorboard. Upon lifting it from it's place he discovered a musty old tome and, well, curiosity had gotten the better of him. Most of it seemed to be small rituals, how the temple was to be maintained and run, and many other largely mundane things not befitting of a tome one finds hidden under the floor. However, near the back he had discovered what appeared to be a summoning ritual; it didn't seem to go into the specifics of what, exactly, was to be summoned, but he had managed to decipher that whatever it was, would be powerful.<br><br>In the days following his discovery the neophyte mage mused about what the summoning could be for. He discounted anything sinister; the components to make the summoning circle and the focus were hardly anything he'd expect to be cause for alarm. Quinton secretly hoped it'd be some sort of being that could grant wishes; he'd heard about them in stories and legends but knew the likelihood to be somewhere around zero to none. He had a mission, he decided, that he had to gather up the needed materials and summon whatever it was. It probably wouldn't mind too terribly much if he explained himself; maybe he might even learn about the abandoned temple and the congregation that used to be there. <br><br>He nicked the needed materials from the various classrooms and labs that he went to, and whatever he couldn't get there he used the little bit of coin he earned from helping in the academy's massive library on materials from the shop the school itself ran. It took weeks to slowly gather up everything he required, not wanting to take too much or buy too much lest he raise eyebrows and, finally, finally the day came.<br><br>Quinton had waited until the dead of night when, surely, everyone in the dormitory was either fast asleep or too busy working to finish a project for the next day to even notice him slip out. He crawled out of his bed, gingerly, fully dressed in his simple, brown, work trousers and his dark blue button-up shirt with a decided lack of frills; he had never understood the appeal of them anyhow. He knelt down and retrieved his brown cured-leather boots and carried them under one arm; he couldn't risk waking either one of his roommates up with the noise they'd make thudding against the hard wood floor. Carefully, with practiced hands, he silently undid the locks on the window nearest his bed and, unceremoniously, tossed the boots out onto the lawn. He crawled through the window and made his way to the ledge which went all the way around the third floor; carefully steadying himself before easing the window closed behind him. A simple levitation incantation brought him down to the ground, safely, where he retrieved and subsequently put on his boots. He made haste to get to the abandoned chapel so he'd have plenty of time to finish the ritual before he had to be back in the morning.<br><br>His heart was pounding, partially out of anticipation but mostly due to the fact that he had ran almost the entire way there. He got inside and wasted no time; he cupped his hands over the torches in the entryway and blew on them one at a time, each setting themselves a blaze by his command. It was a simple task, albeit a very handy one. He slid pews out of the way and pushed chairs aside to give himself plenty of space to draw and set down everything he would need in the proper places. With book in hand he drew the sigils and the circle in painstaking detail; laid out every candle in the precise place the book asked him to, put the vials of various animal's blood in the correct places. As he neared the last steps he drew his athame from it's decorative silver sheath and began to recite the words of power needed to make everything laid out come together and, in theory, make the summoning complete. As his final words hung in the air he brought the knife up to the back of his head and cut a small tuft of hair free from his head and sprinkled it over the six candles clumped together at the very center of the circle; he had to offer a small token of himself to give the ritual power and to make it his own. He frowned after several moments passed; nothing appeared to have happened. He scanned over the ritual one last time to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daemon of Lust (Octavian and Young)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YoungNWet</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 20:29:41</strong>
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				As Quintion sat in the dark the air started to slowly twist towards the centre of the circle, At first a mere breeze and then into a unnatural gust as the candles flicked in the darkness casting shadows at the wind cased them to blow left and right. <br><br>There was roar as the candle turned into bright torches illuminating the room in blue filter as the wind made a tornado in the centre of the circle before calming revealing a creamy woman the like of which Quintoin would have never seen before.<br><br>The woman seem to look around the edge of the circle to check if everything was perfect. It was. She hated in and look at the man with a glare with deep endless black eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daemon of Lust (Octavian and Young)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowly</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 21:10:27</strong>
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				"What the...?" Quinton had noticed the breeze and glanced to the windows and checked to make sure the door was closed, as well. They were. He looked out over the top of the book and noticed the unusual movement of the candles. He furrowed his eyebrows, "That's...odd." He closed the book and backed up a bit from the center of the circle, and not a moment too soon. <br><br>He yelped, quietly, when the wind kicked up full blast and the woman appeared before him. He winced underneath the glare and, tried to speak. Several times, in fact, before finally managing to get a coherent thought out.<br><br>"Um, uh...Hello?" He asked, dumbly. He wasn't expecting a person, especially not one with eyes as creepy as that. Still, he was somewhat fascinated. Though, the way she was glaring, probably meant that she wasn't all to happy to have been summoned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daemon of Lust (Octavian and Young)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YoungNWet</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 13:22:46</strong>
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				Her pale white skin was a illuminated in the darkness "First time?" she ask her voice making shivers down the man's spine "I'm impressed" I smiled and beckoned the man toward her hoping her would enter the circle on the floor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daemon of Lust (Octavian and Young)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowly</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 17:04:08</strong>
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				He shuddered at the sound of her voice and nodded, "I only just found this in the floor and figured I'd give it a try--it wasn't very specific what the summoning would...um...summon. So I was curious and..." She beckoned him to come closer, and, so, like any bright, young, and completely logical student would do, he did step towards her, "You're not mad are you? I mean--you're not going to hurt me, right?" He paused, "...I do know magic, I can defend myself if I have to." He stated, unconvincingly, especially when he just summoned someone, or something, and they didn't look anything other than a touch upset by the fact.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daemon of Lust (Octavian and Young)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YoungNWet</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 18:37:55</strong>
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				"So what are you wishes master?" She ask her form slowly changing into that of a wonderfully undressed woman the likes of which men like Quinton only saw in there dreams. "You get three wishes and I will fulfil them to the greatest&nbsp; of my abilities". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daemon of Lust (Octavian and Young)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowly</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 19:38:02</strong>
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				He gasped, quietly, and averted his eyes when her form changed, though he couldn't help but look at her out of the corner of his eyes, "Wishes? Truly...? Are there any rules, limitations...? Surely there's some sort of catch..." He approached her, cautiously, "What...what are you? What did--Who did I just..." His cheeks turned a bit red as he caught himself looking her over. "Surely this is some sort of joke--wishes don't...that stuff is only in stories and myths..." Saying he was suspicious was possibly one of the biggest understatements one could manage to make. Still, though, she was able to change herself on a whim, though that could merely be a skilled spell-caster. He furrowed his eyebrows, thoughtfully. <em>This can't actually be happening, </em> Quinton told himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daemon of Lust (Octavian and Young)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YoungNWet</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 21:54:14</strong>
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				"of course there is limit to my power" I say my voice echoing though the room "But I have served a a Dijiin for since the dawn of time and I've never broken my word" I smile said with a grin as she widened her legs a little so the man could see her tight cunt dripping with juice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daemon of Lust (Octavian and Young)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowly</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 22:40:34</strong>
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				A soft squeak escaped as he tried to look away but couldn't. "U-um. So any wish then? And you'll fulfill it? No...misinterpreting my wish or getting mad at something I wish for and plot revenge against me?" He was practically gaping at her, his facial expression being one of both shock and fascination. His mind reeled with the possibilities of having wishes, though all of them all came back to wanting to see what the Djinn could do. He had to be careful with his wishes, for certain, and would have to figure out the best way to make his wishes, especially if he did wish for things from this being, last and be well worth the once in a life-time opportunity he seemingly had at his fingertips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daemon of Lust (Octavian and Young)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YoungNWet</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 23:21:36</strong>
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				"I know three whole wishes anything you want baby" I say with a slurry tone of voice as I make myself into a thought of the young mage's sexiest fantasy, a blonde haired bimbo slut. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daemon of Lust (Octavian and Young)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowly</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 00:46:16</strong>
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				Quinton bit his lower lip and moved a bit closer to the woman he summoned, "Then, for my first wish..." he began, trying to think of the best way to get the most out of his wish; he didn't want to waste them, after all, "...A night of passion; full of the stuff that you only hear about--show me what you can do, Djinn...if that is something that I may wish for, of course..." He was a bit worried about the manner of his wish but was certainly eager to find out what was in store if the wish was acceptable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daemon of Lust (Octavian and Young)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YoungNWet</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 11:22:13</strong>
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				A wicked smile appears on my face "undress for me then Master" I say with a purr as I step out of the circle and let the man have a close up view of my soaking wet cunt "It's like a virgin cunt" I say with a purr and grab the man hand placing on my honey pot.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daemon of Lust (Octavian and Young)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowly</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 15:03:26</strong>
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				As he heard her words two things happened. The first was that he kicked off his shoes rather unceremoniously and reached to pull off his shirt. As it was up over his head he felt the woman before him move his hand between her legs. If he wasn't aroused before, he certainly was now; Quinton suspected that he could very well cut diamond at that moment if he had to. He was rushing to get undressed; attempting to undo his belt with one hand and being largely unsuccessful at it, he was reluctant to move his other hand away. Without even realizing it he had begun to move his hand up and down between her legs; dying to know what the Djinn might have in store for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daemon of Lust (Octavian and Young)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YoungNWet</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 16:12:30</strong>
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				I purr my voice echoing though the room as I brush my breast into you "Oh master, before we start would you like to change my body?" I ask running a hard along every curve for you with a massive smile knowing that from what I can grab from your head I'm the perfect girl for you.
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