The Demon's Witch (wolventears & dovel)
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				Title: <strong>The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-02-2014, 18:12:27</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Eryn</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/realmodel/Emma_Stone.jpg) (http://media.photobucket.com/user/realmodel/media/Emma_Stone.jpg.html)</div></div><br>Eryn sat before her hearth, letting the love potion she was making bubble inside her cauldron. Soon the love potion would be ready to cool and bottle and then she could take it to the shop and sell it. Winter was coming soon, so she needed the money. <br><br>The cabin she lived in out in the woods, just outside of town, would need the heat. It could get so cold out here and she really needed a new ax so she could chop that damn wood for the hearth. That was as close as she could get to a heater. But them again, what did one expect when she lived in the damn woods?<br><br>The city was just to much for her senses. Why, she didn't know, but the smells, the sounds, they were not her favorite. As a pagan and wiccan, she preferred the outdoors, and the woods were perfect. She even had a little garden outside for her herbs. For cooking and her potions and tinctures. <br><br>She had tried at one time to join a coven, like her mother before her had done, but it hadn't been for her. She preferred being solitary, and not having to deal with power hungry witches. Like Olivia.<br><br>She had met Olivia on her first coven meeting. And the woman had had a god complex. Like she could wield the magic and it was all hers. It caused Eryn to shake her head. Yeah, that was so not for her. The other women followed Olivia like she were an actual Goddess. And sorry, but there was only one Goddess and she looked over all.<br><br>So, that had been the last and only gathering Eryn had attended. Olivia had been snippy about it, but she really didn't care. The woman had at least eight other followers, so, if Eryn didn't come, why would it make a difference?<br><br>Finally, the bubbling was rapid and she pulled the cauldron from the fire and set it on the stone tile beside it to cool. She nearly dropped the thing as a strange sense of&nbsp; foreboding came over her. <br><br>She shook her head and set the cauldron down. She walked to her kitchen and began putting together things for a stew. She was quite hungry and she couldn't wait as she gathered all the necessary ingredients. But that feeling never left. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>27-02-2014, 22:43:49</strong>
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				A whistle, soft and without conscious effort, passed over the lips of the old man as he walked the empty streets of the city after sunset. The night sky was moonless and even the few stars that poked through the black curtain seemed dim in comparison to the oppressive darkness. Others might wish to move about during the day, to feel the warmth of sunlight upon their skin, but the old man was not inclined to be put off by the darkness. Rather he embraced it and moved through it as a fish through familiar waters.<br><br>His appearance was strange but not out of place among the refuse of a modern city. Unkempt, his clothes were barely more than rags that covered his boney frame. Like him those clothes had seen better days. Even the shoes he wore were nothing but scraps of leather held together by the thinnest of stitching.<br><br>If one was to see him approach, not a second thought would be spent upon him. Meaningless, another vagrant among thousands that slept in doorways and begged for morsels from those who had more. The old man knew how he looked to others and he did not care. The fact was this visage suited him well. Let the world think him harmless. That strategy, more than strength, had served him for more years than could be remembered. But soon that must also change for though old man seemed to wander he did walk with a purpose.<br><br>The witch Olivia, older than her own appearance would suggest, had called upon him. Foolish, she spoke his true name and thought she held power over him. When with every order, every demand she sank further into the darkness that would one day claim her spirit. Mortals were so foolish, and only thought of the moment and what they desired within it. If only they took the time to understand the power they practiced.<br><br>The old man was no fool, nor was he mortal. Once perhaps, many years beyond counting, he walked as a man. But those days were gone so long that not even his keen mind could exactly place when he stopped being the man and became the demon.<br><br>And now once again he had a task. One as old as him. Jealously, arrogance, they were the true motives the witch Olivia had in her demands to end the life of the woman known as Eryn. Even now he could sense her. Though she was still many miles away, he could feel her life-force. So young, pure, innocent. Perhaps not as some, but still not so dark as others. No, this one would prove to be no problem for him. A smile touched his old dried lips as he walked on lost in thought. And he would have passed out of the city in such thoughts if not for those who approached. <br><br>There were three men, young and fit. Not much above the homeless that walked these streets but they had the benefit of the strength of their youth. It was unfortunate that they also lacked the wisdom of age for it could have served them well now.<br><br>"You got any money?" One of them asked. He was handsome in his own right. Young, muscled. With the right clothes and a bit of money he could pass as businessman. He was the leader most likely, the old man thought. As he spoke one of the others began to circle around to stand behind the old man. "Come on, give us what you got and you won't get hurt."<br><br>The old man spread his hands in an open gesture. "I have nothing but the clothes on my back."<br><br>"You got to do better than that, old man. This is our street, and no one walks down it without paying. Understand?" The man stepped closer and produced a small knife from behind his back. "Come on, I know you got something."<br><br>"You should just let me pass." The old man said as he tried to step around the man. "I am not worth the effort and have nothing you want."<br><br>"That's for sure. You don't look like much." The man laughed and moved to block his steps. "But you aren't going anywhere until you pay up."<br><br>The old man sighed and spoke to them and to no one. It was as if he spoke to the night itself and expected an answer in turn. "This always happens. Why are fools always drawn to me?"<br><br>"Hey, fuck you!" The man said and reached for the old man. It was the last action he would ever do on his own. Every nerve in his body screamed in pain as soon as his fingers touched the rags the old man wore. He dropped to his knees, his mouth open but no sound issued forth as the knife feel harmlessly from his hand to clang on the street. It seemed to echo into the darkness and then fade away.<br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/17/Demon_Man_1.gif)</div><br>The other two moved to help their companion but the old man caught them in his gaze. Suddenly he did not seem so old or feeble. A fire burned within his eyes that sent the other two men back. They turned and ran, their minds filled with horrors that would stay with them until death came with its sweet release.<br><br>When they had vanished into the night, the old man returned his attention to the one who still clung to his shirt. He looked down into his eyes as he brought his dried aged face close to the man's own. "Now, my young bandit, I shall take what I need from you."<br><br>When the old man was done, he was an old man no more. "Yes, this shall do." Young, fit, the flesh felt good. What remained of the man upon the street could not qualify as ever being human. Flesh, bone, lumped together as if someone had taken certain parts and left behind the rest.<br><br>"Yes, this will do very nicely indeed." A whistle, loud and with a lively tune passed over the lips of the man as he walked off to search for his new prey. The witch known as Eryn.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>28-02-2014, 01:14:25</strong>
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				Eryn was finishing up the last bottle and putting them in her satin tote. She was very happy with the outcome. Ten bottles and they would sell for five dollars each. Also gathering some herbs from her garden that she had wrapped in bushels, she walked out of her house and locked it up while saying a small spell to keep unwanted ones away. Not that she had anything to worry about, but you never knew.<br><br>Getting in her yellow Volkswagon beetle,&nbsp; she pulled out of her small pebbled driveway and went down the dirt path to the road. Twenty minutes later, she was in town. Driving to the little shop the specialized in the occult,&nbsp; she parked out front. As she got out of the car,&nbsp; that feeling of foreboding came back.<br><br>She looked around but saw nothing or anyone out of the ordinary. She began walking towards the door but froze after a couple of steps. Was that dark magic she felt? She had only ever felt it once when her mother had wanted her to be ready in the off chance that it came about.<br><br>But she was sure the coven didn't use black magic.&nbsp; Besides,&nbsp; every witch knew that to use magic for evil, It always came back for you tenfold. <br><br>She shook her head and entered the shop but just couldn't drop the sense of foreboding. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>05-03-2014, 14:16:52</strong>
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				The demon, who no longer walked as an old man but as one young and handsome, had chosen a name to serve his purpose. Lucas, it sounded agreeable to the demon. Perhaps a name he had heard or even used before. Though such a memory was faded and lost to time. It had been such a long road traveled since he had first delved into the darkness that many things had been forgotten.<br><br>Lucas had spent the past two days in preparation. The flesh he wore served him well but a few other things were necessary to accomplish his goal. First new clothing was acquired. Clean shirt, even a tie. A slight shave and shower gave him the appearance he desired. Not many noticed the clean looking gentleman that made his way through the small town. A few young woman, their eyes glanced and their lips smiled but he did not return the gesture. He was close, and could feel the presence of the witch getting closer.<br><br>When he came to stand in front of the little shop he knew he had arrived at his destination. He stopped, steadied himself. Lucas was weak. Oh, more than a match for any human, but his recent activities had drained him. His power would return, it always had, but for now he must be careful. When he stepped into the shop, and the chime above the door rang, he did not realize it singled a change he would not soon be able to forget.<br><br>Lucas had been shown a glimmer, a mere image of smoke and mist, of Eryn when he had been sent on this task. The image did not do this woman justice. She was beautiful. And for a brief second the demon felt a pang of desire. It had been so long since such a human need touched his spirit that it took him by surprise. His dark eyes moved over her elegant form, took in every curve and graceful gesture. <br><br>"<em>She is only flesh</em>." But try as he might he could not push away the feeling of desire, and for what had been many years, he did not really want to.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>05-03-2014, 16:55:54</strong>
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				Eryn stood in front of the counter with the owner of the shop. A nice little old lady who dabbled here and there. She read tarot cards and could decipher one when she held their hands. But she hadn't tried to read Eryn side from the very first day they had met, when she had been but a young girl, following along behind her mother.<br><br>Raven, as she liked to be called, was finishing putting the bottles on a shelf to stock for later. The herbs she hung on a wire near the window, to allow them to dry out more. That strange sense of foreboding came back, washing over Eryn. Raven looked at her, her eyes widening. "You feel something, don't you child?" the woman asked.<br><br>Before she could answer, the bell above the front door chimed, letting them know someone had just came into the store. Eryn gasped at the sudden feel of power. She had always been able to tell if someone had a gift, such as Raven or the coven members, but this, this was altogether different. Almost pitch black in it's darkness. <br><br>Eryn turned towards the door, seeing the sun stream through the window behind a man in a suit and tie. It was odd seeing a man like him in a place like this. He looked all business, and she doubted this was his kind of business. <br><br>She reached out with her senses, trying to get a read on him, only to hit a wall of darkness. She had never felt that before and she wondered if maybe this man was into the dark arts but wouldn't she feel the evil? Instead of a black void?<br><br>She looked back at Raven who was regarding the man with worry. "Can I help you, sir? she asked him. Before he could respond, Eryn grabbed her purse and slipped the money on the counter inside. <br><br>"Alright, Raven, I'll see you next week." With a smile, she turned and walked to the door, skirting around the man. Heat blossomed over her as she went passed him, causing her to falter and nudge him with her shoulder. <br><br>"Oh, sorry. Blessed be, sir," she said before hurrying her steps and walking through the door to her car.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>13-03-2014, 14:41:03</strong>
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				For what seemed like a long moment, but was only seconds, Lucas stood content to take in the scene. It was as if he was under some form of magic, but before it could take fully he roused himself from it to respond to the passing of time.<br><br>Again Lucas felt the abstract feelings that had seemed lost forever. It was as if he had touched upon something with only fingertips. Something that was just out of his grasp, but wanted. No, it was needed and he did not understand why it was so. <br><br>When she brushed against him it sent a jolt through his form. Not pain, but something else. A sensation not fully pleasure, but enticing just the same. It was something it wanted to happen again. To touch her again.<br><br>"It's alright." He said even as she hurried through the door. Then a sudden panic struck him as he saw his goal slip away. <em>"Fool."</em> Then with a quick glance to the old woman he turned back for the door and rushed out.<br><br>"Miss?" He called to the back of Eryn as he moved to her car. "Miss, a moment please." And for once if a long while, Lucas did not know what he would say.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>13-03-2014, 19:16:40</strong>
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				She still felt the odd feeling and it only seemed to worsen as she got closer to her car. Then a deep voice called to her. It slid over her like a caress, causing her to think of carnal things. She frowned. That was odd.&nbsp; But she turned to the man who was hurrying after her. <br><br>What did he want from her? He didn't look poor so he couldn't be asking for money. Her brow lowered over her eyes slightly. She had an odd feeling about him. It started as if to warn her of danger but quickly turned into one of heat. She had never gotten a feeling like this one before. <br><br>She let her senses curl out, trying to read him again. She caught a slight snippet of something almost like... desire? She shook the thought from her head. Maybe she was imagining things. But her senses hadn't been wrong yet...<br><br>"Yes, sir. What can I do for you?" She asked politely. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>24-03-2014, 13:16:13</strong>
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				<em>"She's only flesh. She's a witch, it's a spell. Concentrate!"</em> Lucas tried to muster his thoughts and regain control of the feelings that had risen. How long they had been locked away he did not know, nor had he known they still existed. <em>"But, just look at her eyes. So beautiful."</em><br><br>His mind was a flood of images, and with each passing second they became more dark. More primal. Lust in all its various forms. He imagine holding her down, taking her again and again. The sound of her voice, the taste of her arousal-moist flesh. The fragrance of her desire. He tried to push those thoughts away but they were only replaced with something more unsettling. Thoughts of romance. He imagined holding her hand, walking with her as they shared soft whispered words. <em>"Stop!"</em><br><br>"I am sorry. Please forgive me. I had thought you were someone else." He quickly found the words to respond as his dark eyes moved over her form once more and came to rest upon her own. "But perhaps you can help me. You see, I am a little confused on how to begin." Lucas indicated the occult shop behind them. "I fear I may have gotten myself in over my head."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>24-03-2014, 17:31:09</strong>
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				Her brow furrowed over her eyes in confusion. The man was, well, she wasn't sure. He seemed strange and almost nervous? But why would he be nervous? <br><br>Then his words had her worrying for him. Maybe he had been searching for someone from the coven? Like Olivia? She was a beautiful woman, rude as all hell, but she came off as the type to use her beauty to get what she wanted. Like a promise of other things that would never happen. <br><br>She took a step towards him. The look on his face was almost boyishly cute in it's uncertainty. "Well sir, what do you need help with? You seem to be searching for something. Maybe I can assist you?" <br><br>She still felt that black void around him but also something else. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was hot, this she could tell. She wondered what it meant exactly because she didn't miss the way his eyes had roamed over her body before meeting hers. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>31-03-2014, 21:42:41</strong>
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				Everything had fallen apart so quickly. None of this should have happened. What started out as a simple task now seemed much more complicated. Or was it? He could kill her now. Right here in the street. Though weak that he was from his last encounter with the thugs, he might be able to finish the assignment here and now. Maybe. If she wasn't stronger. If she did not have some magic hidden away that Lucas was not currently aware of.<br><br><em>"Think. She can sense something is amiss. You can't hide your presence forever." </em>Lucas tried to concentrate but every glance, every moment of his dark eyes brought more of her beauty to his thoughts. His mind quickly formed a plan.<br><br>"I," he began in a voice low and lost. "have dabbled where I should not have. Even now I can feel it. It, it feels dark. Does that make sense? I am not sure what to do. Please, you seem to be someone I can trust."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>31-03-2014, 22:06:16</strong>
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				Well, that would explain the dark void she felt, but at the same time, it didn't feel like black magic. If that is what he was referring to, but with what he said about it feeling dark, how could he not?<br><br>That he thought she was someone she could trust had her brow furrowing over her eyes a little more. It he was in something deep, it was probably for the best that he hadn't had found someone from the coven. "Okay," she said, but stopped, looking around as a car parked beside hers in the empty space. "We need to go talk somewhere more private, so that you can explain to me what has happened and what you did. I live at the edge of town in a small cottage in the woods. You'll see the dirt road that leads there. Meet me there in fifteen minutes." She smiled lightly before turning and getting into her car. She still had that odd feeling, but if she could possibly help this man, she had to at least try. <br><br>So, she pushed the feeling away and started her car and backed out the parking lot. She hurried to her cottage and was there in less than ten. She got out of her car, mouthed the chant to void the protection spell and went inside. She started a fire on the hearth and began getting out her herbs and oils for a small protection spell, in case it was needed for the man. <br><br>She put the oil and herbs in the cauldron atop the hearth flames and with a flick of her wrist, got a spoon to moving, mixing up the concoction. She sat in her rocking chair, her heart beating rather rapidly in expectation of the man who was to soon arrive. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>08-04-2014, 18:12:49</strong>
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				A low sigh left his lips as Lucas watched her drive away. He was not sure if it was relief, desire or frustration that caused it. Perhaps a mixture of all three. Something had happened that had not occurred in ages. He allowed his emotions to get the best of him and cloud his judgment. What was even stranger was that he had felt any at all. Before today he had been sure such things were long dead. Dissolved away with the rest of his humanity. <br><br>The cottage was what he expected it to be. Simple, cozy. Out of the way but not too far from the rest of the world. A smile touched his lips as he walked up the path to the front door. He could sense the presence of magic. It left its residue on everything. Some was harmless, simple spells. But the traces of stronger incantations still lingered. Wards of protection. Not to be unexpected. Fortune was with him that the spell was gone. Though it would not matter. He had been invited after all.<br><br>Lucas knocked upon the wooden door and waited. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>08-04-2014, 18:35:33</strong>
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				She knew the moment he arrived on her property. Small alarms of warning&nbsp; went off and she hoped beyond hope that she wasn't making a mistake. Then a knock sounded on the door. She stood and went to the door, opening it. <br><br>"Glad you found the place," she said softly,&nbsp; stepping aside and motioning him in with her hand.&nbsp; She closed the door behind him. <br><br>"Alright, now, don't take this the wrong way, but what have you done?"
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				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 12:59:19</strong>
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				A plan had formed in his mind on the way there. Each step to lead to another, but like all well laid plans his own fell apart once the battle began. Though this was not the fight he had wanted. When Eryn opened the door and invited Lucas in his emotions, thought long dead, once again took hold.<br><br>He found it difficult to pull his eyes from her, but he still managed a quick glance around the small cottage. At least that was as he had expected. But quickly his dark eyes moved back to the beautiful woman before him.<br><br>With the door closed they were together, and alone. Now was the time, he thought, to strike. No one would see. No one would hear her screams. The thought flashed behind his eyes, but then others followed. He wanted her. Needed her in the way only a man of flesh could need a woman. To touch her, to kiss her lips, to feel the warmth of her body pressed against his own. The desire stirred within him and again he struggled to know why.<br><br>"I am sorry." He began slowly, his voice low. "You must think me a fool. I did not even introduce myself. My name is Lucas." The name sounded strange when he spoke it. A lie, but not. It was his name now. "What I have done is gotten myself in a great deal of trouble with a woman. A witch, and I don't know how to get out of it."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 17:32:48</strong>
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				She felt her heart rate speed up at his presence in her house. And this time, it wasn't because she felt something malevolent on him. <br><br>He was looking at her oddly again, like she was a piece of cake he wanted to taste and that sent heat to her core. But before she could ask him what had happened to get her mind off the feeling, he spoke. She nodded at his words. <br><br>"Hello, Lucas. You can call me Eryn. And a witch?" she said in reply. A witch, she thought, she had had a feeling. "Okay, now I need you to tell me exactly what has happened and if witchcraft and spell casting was involved. If I knew what kind of spell, if there is one, I might be able to reverse it."
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				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>25-04-2014, 14:23:30</strong>
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				Lucas's chest swelled as again his dark eyes roamed over Eryn. His heart raced, as though with her words she kept breathing new desire into his very spirit. It was almost more than he could resist. Just the sound of her voice caused waves of emotion to flood over him.<br><br>He looked to her eyes and searched for what was hidden there. A hint of desire, an invitation to lust. Lucas wished to find even a spark of passion. Anything.<br><br>This was madness! He knew that was the truth of it. Madness, disguised as desire, fueled by lust. It was the weakness of flesh. Something had gone wrong. Something was wrong. He should not feel this way. Not now, not ever again.<br><br>He drew close and stood before her. The words he spoke were low, hinted with the passion he felt. "I met a woman, a witch she said she was." That much was true. He had met the witch, though she had summoned him forth. "She asked of me something I am ashamed to repeat."<br><br>That was also true, for even now he felt ashamed at the task he was given. It was an odd feeling for he had not felt that way is such a long time. Why should he? He was beyond the failings of humanity. The weight and burden of guilt. But still it was there. That feeling of shame at the thought of harming this beautiful woman.<br><br>"She told me," His dark eyes looked to her own "I must hurt someone." <br>
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-04-2014, 17:32:22</strong>
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				She found it hard to breathe with him looking at her the way he was. But as he told her what he was supposed to do, she could hear the sadness in his voice. She took a step forward, her brows drawn over her eyes. <br><br>"Did this witch tell you why you must hurt this person?" she asked. Alarm bells were going off inside her, but at the same time, she liked how his eyes ate her up. "And why did she demand you do this? Do you know this person?"
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				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>05-05-2014, 14:03:01</strong>
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				"Eryn." Her name whispered over his lips even as he moved to end the space between them. So close now he could touch her. He wanted to touch her, needed to. Lucas knew what he was suppose to do but the needs of the flesh were beginning to win the struggle.<br><br>He was unsure now of what to do. He had spoken her name, had she given it? Had he caused suspicion? So many things seem to be happening at once and his mind of a mixed up jumble of memories and desires. He felt anger, frustration and then finally helpless surrender to what he craved.<br><br>Boldly he raised his hand to touch the warmth of her cheek as his dark eyes gazed into her own. Again an image of lust flashed through his thoughts. Primal, full of need. An image of this woman in the act of passion. He could almost taste the scent of her lust upon his lips. <br><br>He could no longer resist the increasing need. Embraced by the warmth of desire he spoke again.&nbsp; "Eryn, I was commanded to kill you."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>05-05-2014, 18:25:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes closed as she leaned into the hand on her face, loving the way it felt against her skin. Then what he said had her eyes popping open and she looked at him. She took a step back from him, immediately feeling the loss of his touch. <br><br>"Who commanded this of you?" she whispered. There had to be more to this. But why would one of the coven want her dead? And she knew it had to be them. Or Olivia to be more specific. <br><br>She looked at him, really looked. There had to be more to him than just a regular man. That would explain the odd feelings she got from him. <br><br>"Why does Olivia want me dead?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 12:40:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Dark_eyes.jpg)</div>Did she realize how she affected him? How just the sound of her voice caused his mind to rush through image upon image of the most primal of lust and desire. His eyes gazed back at her. Dark eyes, shadowed but not full of malice. Eyes that burned with a need that was rooted in the flesh that he inhabited. Need that began to sink into a heart he had thought long destroyed.<br><br><em>"Kill her! Now!"</em> Lucas struggled with the thoughts of his task, and his hand reached as if to touch her. Not in violence, but in love. "No, I can't do this." He spoke the words aloud, unsure what they meant. Could he not kill her, or could he not give in to the emotions that threatened to wash over him.<br><br>He took a step back, away from Eryn. Though every part of his being wanted to move closer. Part of him knew he had to hurt her, part wanted just to hold her. To finally know how it would feel to hold this woman in his arms.<br><br>"She is jealous of you." The words began to form, even as his eyes moved over Eryn and settle back to her own pools. "Her jealously has turned into hate, and now she wants you dead." That was true, though Lucas was sure there was much more to it than that. Jealously was always the cause, the evil seed that grew into more darkness.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 18:56:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eryn could only stare at him before she found the ability to speak again. "B-but why? I have nothing for her to be jealous over. I am merely a little lone witch who minds her own business. I specialize in tinctures and small potions. That is all." She pushed her senses out again, hoping to read something other than the blank darkness she was getting from this one. Olivia hadn't seemed strong enough to shield some one such as this. <br><br>Her brows lowered over her eyes. "What are you?" she whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>28-05-2014, 12:09:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				What was he? That was a good question. Was he a man, a demon or some combination of both. A soul lost in a sea of darkness with no light to guide him out. But that was wrong because he had found a light in the woman that stood before him now.<br><br>Shame rolled over him. It was not something he could remember feeling but knew that he must have felt it before. Long ago. He was ashamed at the way she looked at him now. He knew his appearance was appealing, even handsome, but the way her eyes searched it made him feel loathsome at what he really was.<br><br>"What does it matter?" He spoke softly as his dark eyes moved to her own. His chest swelled, his heart raced. And with a careful step he moved to end the space between them once more. "You are so beautiful, do you even know? I can feel the warmth of your spirit. It touches me. A symbol of perfection, of purity. That is why Olivia hates you. You are everything she will never be."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-06-2014, 19:09:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eryn could only look at him, staring into his dark eyes. At that question, he took a step closer. He was just a hairsbreadth away now, and she found herself unable to put more distance between them. Then he was saying such sweet words and the look he gave her held so much heat. But it wasn't a heat she should fear, but one that warmed her body. <br><br>"I don't understand," she whispered, and she didn't. Not really. "You are not a regular man, this I can tell, yet..." She didn't know how to finish that sentence. <br><br>She had known Olivia was into the black magic, could feel it on her even though she had spoken of light and good, but why her? She couldn't see herself as pure, having made mistakes in her life. She didn't use magic to harm or for personal gain but she had made bad choices before she had decided to fully immerse herself in this life. <br><br>She had rebelled as teenagers do and it took some slightly bad things to open her eyes, so, she wasn't pure in the slightest. She just couldn't be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>03-06-2014, 21:29:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucas saw the doubt reflected in her eyes. He knew that look very well, and had used it to his advantage many times before with so many others that had crossed his path. Doubt led to fear, and fear could be manipulated in many different ways. Yet, he did not feel the same as he had with all those others. This moment was different, this woman was different.<br><br>&nbsp;"I can feel your doubt, Eryn." The way he spoke her name, it passed over his lips as an expression of desire. A primal need to claim this woman for his own. This had not proceeded as he had planned. Nothing had, but still he tried to regain control of the flood of emotions that tormented him.<br><br>Then something happened deep within his spirit and a sliver of the demon took hold once more. Boldly his hand reach out to her, his finger gently touched her cheek is a caress. But when his eyes looked to her, they were no longer dark, but flashed a deep red.<br><br>"No, I am not a regular man." His voice was low, deep and full of need for Eryn. "But a man in all the ways that are important."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-06-2014, 21:45:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped when his eyes turned that deep red. But it didn't scare her, only seemed to make him even more attractive.<br><br>She found her eyes closing and she leaned into his touch when he caressed her cheek. Her eyes opened at his words. What was he then and why did he make her feel this way. <br><br>She took a step towards him, closing the distance between them, her breasts pressing against his chest. She looked at his lips, having the sudden urge to kiss him.<br><br>"What ways are important?" she whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 19:00:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As with everything about Eryn, this too had not been expected. She seemed brave to Lucas, trusting, or perhaps it was foolishness. Though he could not dismiss the way she felt beneath the touch if his fingertips. He could feel the warmth of her body, and the simple fragrances of her invaded his senses when she pressed close. <br><br>It had been longer than Lucas could remember since a woman pressed herself to him in such a way. He watched her eyes close, and open again. As if under a spell, though nothing of magic was at work. Did she feel the same desires as he did? He asked himself this question as his fingertips trailed from her cheek to lightly brush against her neck. Did she desire the pleasures he sought?<br><br>Lucas knew this was the time to strike. Now, when she was lost in thought, and drifting towards desire. Now was the time to finish this madness. But instead of doing what he had been summoned to do, he resisted and then gave in to what his heart desired.<br><br>"I can feel as a man feels," Lucas whispered as he brought his lips close to Eryn's. "I can touch, only as a man could touch a woman." A sound began to fill his ears, and suddenly he realized it was his own heart pounding. "And, I can love. I can love you Eryn in ways only a man could."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 19:10:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body was hot, her breasts heavy and aching, the heat only rising in intensity as he spoke. She wasn't sure what this was, but she had a feeling only he could put out the fire, sate the aching need. <br><br>"Then touch me Lucas, feel me. Love me," she whispered, then her she closed the distance and her lips pressed against his as her eyes closed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>14-06-2014, 13:50:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A surge of lust washed over Lucas when Eryn pressed close and kissed him. Lips, soft and warm, brushed against her own. Strong arms moved down around her body. Hands, fingertips caressed over her elegant form. They explored over the fabric of her clothing, touched the warmth and gentle curves hidden beneath. He seemed to touch her everywhere at once. Her hips, her waist and small of her back. Lucas felt as if he needed to explore every part of her.<br><br>"Eryn," he moaned her name against her mouth between kissing her lips. Each kiss was something to savor. A touch, a mere brush of breath that mingled and teased. Then a deeper passion began to build inside of Lucas. A need to have her, to claim her. It was very primal and tainted with the lust of the demon. Images of desire, of sexual need, even of blood flashed through his mind. He tried to push them away, to focus only on the pleasure he felt from her touch. But with each kiss and press of her body Lucas wanted more.<br><br>Hands slipped under the hem of the shirt she wore and touched against her bare skin. Slowly, boldly they rose up to caresses under her breasts and glide back down again to once again grip tightly against her hips. Then he was trying to push her back, guide her but to where he did not know. The wall, a table, even to the privacy of her bedroom. He didn't care. All he knew was that he needed to have her, now.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>15-06-2014, 16:39:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned into his mouth as his hands slid beneath her shirt, sliding up and over her bare skin. Then he was pushing her back. She had an idea as to why. <br><br>"To you left. First door should be open," she said against his lips, giving him direction to her bedroom and her bed. <br><br>Her mouth opened and her tongue thrust between his lips, sliding over his own. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 17:51:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucas was struggling now. A full battle in his soul, if it could still be said he had one after so many years of darkness. The man wanted her. Wanted her in a way that was both love and desire. But the demon wanted something else. It wanted to sate its lust, and claim the girl before him. Pain and pleasure both fought a battle even as her words filled Lucas and directed him to her bedroom.<br><br>He tasted her mouth, felt her tongue. Hands caressed over her body and tried to push away the garments that she wore even as he guided her back to her bed. His mind was a swarm of images of lust. Of how many times she had felt pleasure on this bed. With herself, with another. He could not help but imagine her body squirming in heated lust.<br><br>"I want you. Now." He growled and was unsure what part of him said it. Both were agreed that they needed this woman, but which one would win the struggle was not sure. This moment could lead to delights, to blood or both.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>26-06-2014, 18:02:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once in her room, he stopped the kiss to growl out that he wanted her. And yes, she had noticed the deep rumble of his voice, but it only caused more heat to her core. She took a step back and crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the bottom edges of her shirt, which she pulled up and over her head. Then her slender hands went to the jeans she wore and unbuttoned them before pulling the zipper down. She began to push them down and over her hips and down her long legs to her feet, where she stepped out of them. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra as she looked at him and let her eyes trail over him. <br><br>"No clothes," she said in a husky voice. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 12:42:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was not that Lucas had never seen a woman undress for him before, or seen one in the nude. Countless years had brought witness to many persons of flesh. Even before he gave his soul over to the Darkness and became the demon he was now.<br><br>But Lucas realized he had never seen anyone so truly beautiful before. The focus of his eyes could not look away from Eryn. His sight took all of her in, and savored the beauty of her flesh. He was so close, the fragrance of her body still filled his senses. Then her words brought him back, and without thinking his hands moved to comply.<br><br>His shirt unbuttoned down the front. Fingers opening to reveal his bare chest beneath. It was shrugged away even as his shoes were pushed off. Hands went to his belt. Dark leather, silver clasp. Images of using the leather upon Eryn's flesh flashed through his mind as he unclasped it and pushed down his slacks.<br><br>There was no denying now his desire for her. His body swelled with need, throbbed as he again moved and took her into his arms.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 17:17:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off, revealing a nicely muscled torso. Her tongue swiped out and over her lips as he undid his belt and pushed down his pants, revealing his swollen need. <br><br>She pulled her bra down her arms, dropping it to the floor beside her, her nipples hard and rosy against her pale flesh. She was still in her panties, but then he was wrapping his arms around her, her breasts pressing into his chest. Her arms slid around his neck and she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, her tongue sliding along the seem, asking for entrance. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 12:17:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As much as the need to claim Eryn was alive within Lucas, he hesitated to act as he felt her in his arms and pressed close to his body. He felt the struggle, the battle within himself. Pleasure, pain, the need to do both swarmed his thoughts. He moaned softly, deeply. An almost growl of lust. With her long arms around his neck, and her lips against his own, Lucas gave in to the warmth of her tongue. Lips parted and the kiss grew much deeper as his own hands once again slide down her bare body.<br><br>Over her hips, her waist, to the small of her back. His hands, his fingertips touched over her flesh. Her body was like a delicate musical instrument that his hands were skilled at playing. He guided her back as his lips played against her own. Guided her down upon her own bed, so her legs could rest over the edge.<br><br>"Lie back, my beautiful temptation," Lucas whispered against her mouth as his own lust took control of what reason he still struggled to grasp on to.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 18:40:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She did as he said, lying back on the bed, her red hair creating a halo around her head. She spread her legs for him as her hand ran down her belly to her mound. "Touch me, Lucas," she said in a husky voice. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 12:22:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucas, the demon, could not resist the temptation of lust that was before him. Not now. Not when Eryn was willing to offer what he craved so badly. Red eyes, burning with desire, dragged from her face, followed where her hand touched, and back again. He could almost taste the scent of her folds as her hand passed over her mound.<br><br>He moved onto the bed beside where she lie. His body just above her own, as he looked down into her eyes. His hand reached out, touched her cheek. Fingertips trailed over her warm skin, to her jawline, and then her throat. Lucas could feel the pulse of life there just hidden beneath her warm pale flesh. <br><br>Then his eyes glanced quickly to his hand. The flesh on the back of his hand had changed color. It went from fresh, to red, to almost burnt in color. As if his flesh was a smoldering coal. It was just his hand. At least he hoped. But like tiny streams of darkness, the color seemed to start to move up through the veins in his arm as he touched her.<br><br>"So beautiful," he spoke in a voice low, deep and full of lust as his eyes moved back to Eryn's face and Lucas brought his lips down to her waiting mouth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 22:21:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned against his lips as her hands slid over his shoulders and back, the feel of him above her so right. She arched into him, loving the feel of his body atop hers. So warm, no so hot, but it didn't bother her, only made her crave him that much more. <br><br>She broke the kiss, only pulling back slightly, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. "Make love to me," she said softly before her eyes closed and she pressed her lips to his once more.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>28-07-2014, 12:21:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are so innocent," the words whispered out before Lucas could stop them. He whispered against her mouth in response to her request. In reply to her need. "and I am so vile. Look into my eyes, young one. Look deep, and know what I am."<br><br>His dark eyes were ablaze of red. Tiny tendrils of darkness cobwebbed out from their center as Lucas gazed down upon the women in his grasp. He did not wait for a response from her, but brought his mouth to her neck. On a cushion of warm breath his lips trailed over her flesh. A kiss, a touch, a brush of his mouth until he reached her ear. "You have nothing to fear."<br><br>His words whispered before his mouth gently bit against her tender neck.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>28-07-2014, 16:12:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he called her innocent and told her to look into his eyes, those eyes that were ablaze in both color and heat and she saw something there, a darkness she was on the verge of grasping but then he was kissed her neck, trailing to her ear. <br><br>He told her she didn't have anything to fear, and she believed him. She could hear the truth in his words. <br><br>She moaned as he bit her neck and she moaned and arched up into him. She was still in her panties, but she could feel his thick length between her legs. <br><br>Her hands slid up his arms, over the muscles there and to his shoulders and back as she rubbed herself along his hardness. "Lucas," she whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>08-08-2014, 14:29:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The darkness was spreading. Lucas knew what it was. His demon soul wanted to be free of the confines of the mortal flesh he wore. But it was the flesh that brought him the pleasure he so wanted now. Wanted, needed. It was not a desire he could ignore. Both soul and body, and between them the demon that was a man, that was a demon.<br><br>A moan escaped his lips to caress against her throat. His fingers slid through her hair, and then down along&nbsp; her body. Hands explored every curve as his mouth descended along her neck. A brush of lips, a kiss to warm flesh. Each taste a simple pleasure that brought his mouth lower. <br><br>When his mouth came to her breasts he paused. Long dark hair, now free to fall, fell down over his shoulders and face to caress against her flesh. Lips, soft and warm, tease against her nipples. First one, then the other. He could feel the arousal there. Then his lips parted, and his tongue swept over her breast before claiming with his mouth that warm flesh. He suckled, licked, and sucked harder as his strong hands gripped the sides of her body. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 00:46:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned as his lips caressed over her skin as his fingers slid down her body. When he got to her breasts, his long hair slid over the sensitive skin as he mouth teased her nipples. His tongue licked, his lips sucked the pebbled peaks. She arched up into that hot mouth, her hands going to slide across his shoulders and down his arms, over the muscles beneath that skin. <br><br>The whole while he is lighting up her body, a part of her mind is screaming at her, wary of the darkness. She could still sense it, but the pleasure that mouth, those hands were creating was nearly enough to push it back. Lead her to forget it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>20-08-2014, 17:51:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucas caught his breath, felt the thrill of lust as he savored the sound of her moans and the touch of her hands upon his muscled body. He was fervent with desire. A very human emotion, and one that he enjoy more with every passing second. He anticipated the touch of her enticing curves as his own hands gripped down the length of her body and his mouth claimed her breasts. First one, then the other. He licked, suckled gently and then much harder as to bring the slight hint of pain with the pleasure.<br><br>His thoughts we conflicted. Obviously he should not to do this. For what reasons, though? This was not the first woman he had claimed, or wished to harm. Nor had it been the first he had released such pleasures until his own were sated. Wicked as they may be. But this was the first in his memory that he held back, or tried to, for to him she seemed special.<br><br>Though even as he tried, Lucas could not stop what his body ached to have. Already he caught the slight scent of her aroused flesh and like a wolf that tracked its prey he was drawn down to find it. His mouth moved lower. From her breasts, down her stomach. Each kiss a taste of desire that brought his lips lower to her moist petals.<br><br>And all the while the darkness spread through his body like tendrils of nights. It followed through his veins and stained his flesh from beneath. His eyes, afire now and blood red, filled with a lust he knew could not be denied. Lower, down as his body settled between her parted legs, his mouth moved until his lips teased just above her soft curls and tender pearl. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-08-2014, 00:47:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His mouth began to move lower after his mouth loved her breasts. She had loved the way he had licked and sucked softly, then harder, giving her a slight twinge of pain, but it only made her hotter. <br><br>He kissed down her stomach, his soft lips trailing over her skin. She spread her legs for him, letting him between. He laid there, that hot mouth just inches from her sex. He stopped just above the red curls on her mound, her sex aching to be touched. <br><br>"Please," she whispered. She wanted that mouth on her, his cock to fill her, she didn't care, she just needed him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2014, 12:40:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The red soft curls that adorned her moist folds felt warm against his face as his lips pressed down over her tender little pearl. Lips suckled gently, savoring the first real taste of the woman he desired. Then his tongue took over. From just beneath her pearl to above the flat of his tongue glided. Long, slow, firm movements of his tongue. He licked again, and again.<br><br>"You taste so good," boldly he spoke. His voice low and full of lust. It rose up from between her parted thighs. "Yes, so good."<br><br>His tongue moved lower. Down between her petals of flesh. He licked, he tasted, he explored deeply until his tongue pressed against her tight moist core and then pressed deeper still. All the while his mind raced with thoughts. He felt conflicted, but free. Troubled, but unburdened. There was guilt of course. Guilt for the task he had been sent to do. Guilt for the seduction he was playing upon this woman. But what caused him to pause if only briefly was the reason for the guilt. And that was what worried him the most.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-01-2015, 07:45:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The feel of him between her legs was like nothing she had felt before. She had had a man between her legs before yes, but this, he, was different. His tongue was burning hot, but not in a bad way, and the way it slid over her, inside her, it was like he was meant to do this. <br><br>Her hands reached down and buried in his hair, so soft to the touch. She arched up, spreading her legs wider, giving him all of her, every inch for him to have, to take, to taste. <br><br>Lucas definitely knew what he was doing and within moments, her tummy was clenching in anticipation, her breathes coming out in gasps as her heart beat picked up it's pace and blood began to really flow. Then one last lick, just like that, she was falling apart, her cries bouncing off the walls around them as her pussy clenched around him and her juices coated his face. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>03-03-2015, 16:29:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Waves of heat and lust washed over Lucas as he tasted the sweet release of the woman that lie before him. His tongue delved deeper to taste her fragrance fully. To claim her aroused body so engulfed in passion. This was a primal act. One fueled by a desire he could not ignore nor did he have any intention of attempting to. He wanted her as much as her body seemed to want him.<br><br>"Eryn," a voice deep and full of need growled out over his lips. Then he tasted her once more before his tongue glided upward. Over her swollen pearl, then higher to tease her flesh as his mouth glided up her belly. Licking her warm flesh. Tasting the hint of sweat and lust that coated her body. His own body now almost burning. His skin fever hot to the touch. When his mouth found its way to her breast his hard length brushed against her inner thigh. Hard, throbbing with need.<br><br>"I was sent to kill you," he spoke as his fire red eyes gazed up to her face. His own lips breathing over the sensitive nipple of her breast. "But how can I kill what I need so badly?"<br><br>Then his hard throbbing length pressed against her moist folds and in one movement he forced himself deeply into her warm embrace. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 22:58:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her back arched, breasts jutting up as he slid into her in one smooth motion. It was like she had been missing something and now she was whole again. Her hands gripped his biceps. <br><br>When he was fully seated in her tightness, she relaxed and looked up at him. "You need me?" she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>01-04-2015, 13:21:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," the word fell from his lips before any other thought could form or halt its passage. His body felt on fire and as his hard throbbing length penetrated her he felt his flesh continue to change. To shift into the demon form that had contained him for so long. Tough leather strong flesh formed. Muscles grew more firm. His eyes burned bright with lust and desire as his lips pressed to her own to claim another kiss as he claimed her body for his own passion.<br><br>"I&nbsp; need you. Only you," he spoke against her lips. He knew this was wrong. In every sense of definition. He had been sent, no tasked, to kill her. To end her life quickly and without regret. But he had not done so and now he had allowed an emotion to take hold. A feeling he had not experienced in any recalled memory. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>01-04-2015, 17:41:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched his form change, but before she could utter anything, his lips pressed to hers. And even against her better judgment, her lips opened to him. <br><br>He told her he needed only her and she moaned into his mouth before her head tilted and her tongue slid out and between his lips, sliding against his own. <br><br>This was wrong, so wrong, yet everything her body was feeling felt right and with him filling her so, she felt whole. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon's Witch (wolventears &amp; dovel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dovel</strong> on <strong>10-08-2015, 19:44:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The part of Lucas that was a man felt the burning need to claim the pleasures that surged through him now. He felt how tight her silken embrace was. How wet she was as his hips thrust and drove his length deeper, harder. The kiss they shared seemed to overwhelm him with need, with desire. The warmth of her mouth. The feeling if her breath against his face. The wicked taste of her tongue that explored against his own. These were all pleasure of a man and a women.<br><br>Though even as Lucas gave in to those desires their was little doubt he was more than just a man. Muscles grew stronger. His eyes burned with a red tint. His hair, long and black became coarse. His flesh changed. The tone becoming darker. Black and red. He was a demon, and as he penetrated her tight beautiful body, his true appearance emerged. <br><br>Strong hands roamed down the sides of her body as he growled with need against her mouth.
			</dd>
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