Victim or Lover (Vampdrake19 & Harmony)
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				Title: <strong>Victim or Lover (Vampdrake19 &amp; Harmony)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampdrake19</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 06:06:12</strong>
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				<em>There comes a time for every demon that some things are hard to search for and even more impossible to gain.&nbsp; For the common demon, it's the purest soul being condemned to hell over a taste of sweet sin.&nbsp; However, for the sex demons, the hardest thing to achieve is fall in love with a mortal.&nbsp; Lust is what drives incubi and succubi alike to their targets, but some incubi prefer unfaithful women as succubi go for the adulterous men.&nbsp; Among the incubi is the one incubus who goes for the purest of life-force to further increase his longevity.&nbsp; Among his mother's kind, he is called the Green-eyed Incubus, the rarest of incubi, born of a succubus mother and a dragon father.&nbsp; He is called many names in different languages, but he roams among the mortals under the name Drake Mortimer, the man with the body of a warrior, voice of a troubadour, and looks of a god.&nbsp; Like his incubi brethren, he thirsts for life-force by use of sex.&nbsp; Unlike the others, he takes pleasure in deflowering virgins and prefers to have them bound so he would have less trouble on his hands.&nbsp; He roams the earth like a wandering spirit until he finds a place to claim as a territory, then sets up his lair where his modern toys and contraptions are well hidden from prying eyes.&nbsp; He prowls day in and day out, resting now and then to recharge his energy.&nbsp; Here in the city of Mystica, Drake Mortimer now unknowingly seeks his ultimate achievement in his long life - finding a virgin who could be his mate.<br><br>What Drake doesn't know is that within the area of his territory, a secluded virgin maiden resides.&nbsp; She's read about things, but never experienced them in her life.&nbsp; She is, like all of Drake's unfortunate victims, unaware of the supernatural world around her.&nbsp; All by herself with her virginity intact, she longs for someone to call her own, but her shy disposition keeps getting in her way.&nbsp; Men like her, but none has ever succeeded on getting her out of her shell.&nbsp; That is, of course, until now.&nbsp; This time, predator and prey will be in the same area together, but what happens when the incubus finds a true mate in his latest of victims?&nbsp; Heaven and hell are watching on high and down below to find the answer.</em><br><br><br>The flea market had a lot of stalls set up on a rather sunny day.&nbsp; Stalls that sold carpets, bracelets, necklaces, and even the occasional occult items were scattered around in a multitude of reds, blues, greens, and violets.&nbsp; As businesses were bustling around here, different people were strolling around and browsing.&nbsp; Among the browsers of an occult tent was a slim young man with a dark green muscle shirt and matching tight jeans.&nbsp; His eyes were brought out by his shirt, almost like emeralds were jammed into his skull and left there in his eye sockets.&nbsp; His muscled arms were crossed behind his back at the moment as he strolled through the tent to browse about.&nbsp; His legs were just as muscled as his arms, his hips as broad as his clothed chest.&nbsp; At the current time, he wasn't wearing any shoes, not that he wanted to anyway.&nbsp; His skin was slightly pale, almost as if he'd never been out in the sun much.&nbsp; With a body like his, he didn't need a tan to make himself look good.&nbsp; His body was one of his lures, he himself the bait and the trap.<br><br>He wasn't human.&nbsp; No, Drake Mortimer, known in bars as the Moss-eyed Hercules by the gays, straights, and bisexuals, was actually an eight-plus-century-old incubus.&nbsp; He was the only incubus to go after virgins, but some other incubi believe that was because of his paternal dragon blood.&nbsp; After all, it's been said that dragons can smell a virgin and even prefers those kind of humans over the experienced ones.&nbsp; However, Drake was fair to his brethren.&nbsp; Once he deflowered a virgin, the latter was fair game for the other incubi and succubi.&nbsp; Just last night, he lured up to four virgins - two males and two females - to his lair and managed to deflower all four in record time.&nbsp; He had over eight centuries of experience, but now that he had some materials to prevent his victims from escaping him, he could deflower all the virgins he could lure.&nbsp; <em>Lure them in and fuck them until they're out cold,</em> Drake mused to himself.&nbsp; <em>Mother taught me well, but now I have the upper hand.&nbsp; No virgin can resist me.&nbsp; To them, I'm a god, but even I know that I'm less than that.</em>&nbsp; He browsed on, then frowned.&nbsp; Nothing in the tent has caught his eye.&nbsp; Disappointing, but not defeating.&nbsp; He walked out of the tent and strolled around lazily, looking around with a sharp eye.&nbsp; Sooner or later, he'd be hungry for giving a virgin a poke, but for now, he'd have to find a virgin before turning on his physical human charm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim or Lover (Vampdrake19 &amp; Harmony)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harmony</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 07:31:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd395/TawneyThorn/Lookalikes%20and%20props/49008-jessica-alba-150.jpg) (http://s1217.photobucket.com/user/TawneyThorn/media/Lookalikes%20and%20props/49008-jessica-alba-150.jpg.html)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Emma Masterson</span></strong><br><br>Emma pulled the blinds up on her window letting the sun rays flood over her room, she could feel the warmth kissing her cheeks and it brought a smile to her face. The day was far too nice to spend it hiding indoors and she had overheard a couple of the other tenants talking about the flea market that was to be set up downtown this weekend. She always enjoyed going to the local flea markets to see various handmade creations folks in town had made, and the crowds meant that she would blend right in which gave her some sense of comfort. <br><br>Lately more than ever before she had been feeling the effects of her loneliness and it was becoming the forefront of each new day. She had found herself daydreaming of men she had seen throughout each day. Not inappropriate thoughts but ones of romance and love, of her prince charming finally sweeping her off her feet. But daydreams were all they were because she always snapped out of it and the real world came crashing in at her feet. <br><br>Sighing she pushed the thoughts away for now and picked up her brush running it through fairly thin dirty blonde hair. Emma didn’t really wear makeup besides on a special occasion, she had a natural beauty and makeup just cheapened a woman as far as she was concerned. She stared into the mirror just briefly before standing and walking over to her closet pulling a cream colored summer dress that buttoned down the&nbsp; front. It had small violet flowers scattered around the cotton material and reached her ankles in length. It all seemed quite simple but she was truly a rare beauty the only shame was that she never knew it.<br><br>It hadn’t taken Emma long to slip on her sandals and head outside. She would walk to the flea market as downtown was only a couple blocks away and the fresh air would do her good. The streets got noticeably more crowded as she neared the center of downtown and her fairly happy demeanor began to coil away and her head lowered with the hopes of not being approached.<br><br>Emma trailed her eyes over the carts lining the streets and stopped at one that had handmade silver and turquoise jewelry. It was all so lovely she thought to herself as she remained back by a couple feet not wanting to be surrounded by the crowd of men browsing and purchasing pieces for their wifes or girlfriends. Standing there she nervously fidgeted with the material on the side of her dress a habit she had developed some years ago.&nbsp; <br><br>Just as she looked up her eyes focused in on him, standing off a ways his appearance almost demanding all eyes take notice. She hadn’t recalled ever seeing him before, and she most definitely would have remembered. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim or Lover (Vampdrake19 &amp; Harmony)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampdrake19</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 17:16:33</strong>
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				Drake stopped cold in his tracks when he felt eyes locked on him.&nbsp; His back was towards the eyes staring at him, his arms dangling on either side of him.&nbsp; He sniffed the air a little, then smirked.&nbsp; <em>Finally, some virgin prey.</em>&nbsp; He turned around, his smirk wiped off his face to hide his intentions.&nbsp; What he saw almost drove him into his incubus form.&nbsp; A dirty blonde virgin maiden, complete with a lovely dress that enhanced her natural beauty.&nbsp; Not a trace of makeup was on her, a bonus in Drake's case.&nbsp; Some of the virgins he deflowered had to be cleansed of their makeup before he moved in for the kill.&nbsp; Although he wasn't picky about the virgins he lured, he had standards that needed to be met.&nbsp; If at least one standard was met, Drake would go to work in record time.&nbsp; This maiden in particular met the physical standards from top to bottom - naturally pretty, much less makeup, dresses like a princess, and untouched by any man.&nbsp; <em>Not for long, though.&nbsp; Once she gets a taste of me, she'll never forget it.</em>&nbsp; He approached her slowly, almost as if he was a cat stalking a pretty little bird.<br><br>As he got close to her, he smiled at her warmly.&nbsp; "<em>Capilli tui similis melle, sicut lac, et pellem.&nbsp; Ego amabis degustabis tibi</em>.&nbsp; Never in all my life have I come across someone with the likes of you.&nbsp; Such untouched beauty, like an unbroken slab of honeycomb within the confines of a beehive.&nbsp; A woman like you shouldn't be out and about all by her lonesome."&nbsp; He was now arm's length away from her, close enough to be seen yet not too close to be touched.&nbsp; His warm smile didn't falter as he locked gazes with her.&nbsp; "So what's your name, princess?&nbsp; Friends call me Drake."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim or Lover (Vampdrake19 &amp; Harmony)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harmony</strong> on <strong>12-12-2013, 15:44:38</strong>
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				Emma diverted the direction of her eyes almost instantly when he turned. Her face tensed and widen and she could feel her cheeks become flushed feeling as if she had been caught doing something wrong. She prayed he hadn't see her looking his way, how could he it would of been impossible. She continued to try and convince herself that she was just in her normal state of panic and it was working until she realized he was walking her way.<br><br>He was beautiful to behold, muscles sculptured to perfection but he was moving in quickly, she wanted to coil into herself. Emma was so rattled by the idea she felt near sick to her stomach, she then peeked over her shoulder just to confirm what she had feared. Their eyes caught each others and he smiled, Emme tried so hard to respond by smiling back to him but nothing happened she was froze.<br><br>Emme found herself aching to look towards him again, there was something so captivating like she had never felt before. He had begun saying something in a different language, what was he saying? She was compelled suddenly when she heard him speak of her being untouched beauty and being alone, to turn and look at him questioningly "E..mma" she said softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim or Lover (Vampdrake19 &amp; Harmony)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampdrake19</strong> on <strong>12-12-2013, 17:40:06</strong>
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				<em>Shy,</em> Drake observed.&nbsp; <em>Very shy.&nbsp; Doesn't look like she gets out much, which could be saying something, considering that most of my victims have tried to convince the authorities that an incubus is among the city folk.</em>&nbsp; He went overboard once and one of his victims was screaming to the point where he was furious beyond reasoning.&nbsp; After taking care of his business, he had to kill his victim - which was a large-breasted maiden about his physical age - before she tried to escape from him and make his presence known.&nbsp; After that escapade, he had to scour his territory for a place to acquire gags, since that escapade made him learn the hard way that he might be dealing with screamers later on in his raids.&nbsp; Incubi weren't meant to learn things the hard way, but sometimes that's the only way out if you took the easy way in.&nbsp; Drake had just the essential things needed to make his victims hold still while he rapes them of their virginity, but when it comes to the maidens, he often found himself playing with their bodies before giving them his ultimate violation.&nbsp; Just for his amusement, he hoped to do the same to Emma - play with her body before moving in for the kill.<br><br>At the present moment, he kept himself arm's length from her, not wanting to scare her off.&nbsp; "Well, Emma, you're a sight to see, but I'm afraid you might attract the wrong crowd like a magnet.&nbsp; I should know.&nbsp; I once attracted the wrong crowd and almost paid the price, but look how I've turned out.&nbsp; Walked away without a scratch."&nbsp; He looked around, noticing some heated gazes on him.&nbsp; Boyfriends and girlfriends alike were growling at their respective better halves for gazing at Drake, no doubt telling him he shouldn't linger too long.&nbsp; Although he was capable of holding his own, his dragon blood might kick in and turn him into a dragon to play rough.&nbsp; If he lingered any longer, he might lose Emma before he could get the chance to snatch her.&nbsp; He looked at her.&nbsp; "Perhaps we should take the conversation to my place?&nbsp; I could even have you over for dinner if you wish.&nbsp; You don't have come now if you don't want to.&nbsp; It's not like I'm asking you on a date."&nbsp; He rehearsed this a thousand times before and it was his hook.&nbsp; Some virgins bit the hook and got deflowered the next night, some refused at first and waited up to three weeks to bite.&nbsp; All the same, he had casted his hook and gave Emma the bait, waiting for her to either bite the hook or refuse him.&nbsp; If she bites the hook, she was giving herself to his mercy.&nbsp; If she refuses him, it won't bother him one bit.&nbsp; Luring virgin victims taught him patience, so he was ready to wait until Emma finally bites the hook and takes the bait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim or Lover (Vampdrake19 &amp; Harmony)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harmony</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 03:49:26</strong>
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				Emma had a hard time even listening to him as she looked around nervously. "Wrong people, what kind of wrong people?" She never looked him in the eye when she spoke, it was shameful how shy or even insecure she was. It was quite obvious that circumstances played a roll in this overly awkward woman. The fact that she was still standing here and hadn't come up with a reason to get out of this endlessly uncomfortable situation shocked her, this had never happened before. <br><br>She could feel her heart beating in her chest as he mentioned her coming to his home. "Oh no..no I couldn't possibly. I...." get a grip of yourself and stop acting like a little kid, she thought to herself realizing how ridiculous she must be sounding. She knew this had to end, she was so tired of being hidden away alone all the time. Maybe this could be her first step, if she could just get through it without falling apart. Emma took a deep breath and for the first time she accepted spending an evening in the company of a man, god she felt like she was going to be sick. "Yes okay I would like that." <br><br>Emma smiled up a Drake "Where do you live, can we walk because I don't have a car." although she still found it impossible to look him in the eye there was a sense of relief and it felt good. So many questions were popping into her mind, it was as if some door had been unlocked and they all poured out. As she took a few steps in order to follow him she noticed that nearly all the people still browsing around were glancing in his direction, she shook it off as paranoia and shrugged her shoulders dismissing it as she continued on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim or Lover (Vampdrake19 &amp; Harmony)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampdrake19</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 05:27:48</strong>
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				Drake turned around, beckoning Emma from behind him.&nbsp; "Follow me.&nbsp; I've walked all the way here myself.&nbsp; Although I'm old enough to, I never really learned how to drive a car.&nbsp; Besides, men with my stature deserve the exercise.&nbsp; Good for the muscles and the legs."&nbsp; While Emma was behind him as he led her to his lair, Drake smirked to himself.&nbsp; Emma really had no idea what she was getting herself into, since she bit the hook and swallowed the bait.&nbsp; Now all he has to do is get her to take a draught that was really a sleeping potion and he was ready for business.&nbsp; For now, he had to make Emma comfortable while his toys and contraptions are locked away.<br><br>His lair was a two-story house with a dark blue exterior, complete with a porch and a screen door.&nbsp; His bondage chamber was on the second floor, which was kept out of sight with the windows shaded down.&nbsp; "You'll have to excuse the mess, though.&nbsp; I've spent quite some time here, but never really got the chance to clean up.&nbsp; Someone thought it was fine with me to have a party here and wasn't considerate enough to clean up after themselves."&nbsp; He let Emma in, then shut the door behind himself.&nbsp; The inside of the house had a rather elegant living room and messy kitchen.&nbsp; The stairs that led to the bondage chamber was wooden with a creaky first step.&nbsp; "I rather you don't go upstairs.&nbsp; Up there is my room and I don't like it when people are in my room.&nbsp; People get on my bad side if my room was intruded without my permission."&nbsp; He sat down on the couch and set his feet on a footstool rather lazily.&nbsp; "Come on, Emma.&nbsp; Sit down.&nbsp; Take a load off.&nbsp; Tell me about yourself.&nbsp; I don't bite."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim or Lover (Vampdrake19 &amp; Harmony)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harmony</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 09:13:01</strong>
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				Emma stayed slightly behind him as it felt more comfortable for her and when they finally reached the home her eyes scanned over the exterior. It looked like any other home along the way. The place just needed a little tender loving care but nothing to bad. "It's nice and no messier than mine." she said as they entered the residence. She was surprised at how calm she felt at that very moment, although she could feel her knees shaking beneath her at least she wasn't running for the bathroom.<br><br>As soon as he decided to basically warn her of his bedroom and people getting on his bad side, she shook her head assuring him she had no intention of going near his bedroom, although his words had struck her as odd and a bit nerve racking. However she didn't want to seem rude and walked over taking a seat near him since there was no where else to sit comfortably.<br><br>Emma laced her fingers together and placed her hands on her lap. "I'm not sure what you would like to know..oh I like to draw when I have the time." She actually smiled brightly glancing up to him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Vampdrake19</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 19:07:22</strong>
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				At the mention of drawing, Drake offered a small smile.&nbsp; "I dabble in artistic pursuits myself now and again, along with some linguistics.&nbsp; I tend to dabble in Latin, even though it's a dead language.&nbsp; Personally, I think it's been left out all alone.&nbsp; Being reserved to the Catholics isn't any way of saving the language of Latin."&nbsp; He locked gazes with Emma.&nbsp; "To be honest, I speak Latin like I've known it my whole life.&nbsp; Half the time, I say insults in Latin when I get a little..."&nbsp; He searched for a better word without offending Emma.&nbsp; Whenever he was luring maidens, he wanted them to think he was a gentleman.&nbsp; "...agitated beyond reasoning me out of my anger.&nbsp; Trust me.&nbsp; That side of me is very unpleasant to see."&nbsp; He got up and went to the kitchen.<br><br>In truth, the "mess" in the kitchen was an illusion.&nbsp; The kitchen was really his potion room, well hidden under the illusion of a messy kitchen.&nbsp; He mixed some herbs and pounded them in a ceramic mortar until he had produced a fine powder, then poured it in a plastic bag.&nbsp; It was the powder that turned any drink into a sleeping potion, provided that he uses the right amount of the powder so he wouldn't kill her by accident.&nbsp; In spite of being an incubus, he preferred to deflower live victims.&nbsp; Just to fool around with Emma, Drake moved his potion laboratory to the basement - where most of his potion materials and supplies were stored - and arranged pots and pans like he was cleaning things up.&nbsp; After a short while, he removed the illusion from the kitchen, revealing a clean kitchen.&nbsp; "You want something to eat or drink?&nbsp; I have juice or water.&nbsp; It might take a while for me to cook something up, but I have to be courteous after all.&nbsp; What kind of a host would I be if I didn't feed you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim or Lover (Vampdrake19 &amp; Harmony)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harmony</strong> on <strong>14-12-2013, 04:25:31</strong>
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				Emma smiled at their common interest in art, "oh you do art, well I would love to see your work." She was trying her hardest to keep some form of dialect going so there wouldn't be any uncomfortable silences. She found it strange that for a second time he had mentioned his anger and wondered why any man would even speak of anger upon just meeting a girl. Emma felt her cheeks flush slightly as more worry that maybe she was sitting in the home of someone violent, or a criminal.<br><br>As he disappeared into the kitchen she stood and strolled around the living room area, she could just duck out now and pray she never saw him again, no..no she thought to herself that would be rude. "Oh please do work about cooking I'm really not hungry, juice would be fine. Thank you." She glanced up the stairs then walked over to the window peeking out briefly. There was something about this place that just didn't sit well with her, an almost eerie feeling she couldn't put her finger on it at least not yet. <br><br>"So you say you have been here awhile, strange I've never seen you around town." She knew she should be going with her gut feeling about this whole thing, it was reminding her of a cheap scene from scary movie. Emma remained close to the door however while she awaited his return from the kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim or Lover (Vampdrake19 &amp; Harmony)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampdrake19</strong> on <strong>14-12-2013, 06:11:30</strong>
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				Drake pocketed the sleeping powder in his right front pocket, then poured a glass of orange juice for Emma.&nbsp; "I don't really get out much, I'm afraid.&nbsp; Due to my occasional art work, I've been rather secluded.&nbsp; Small price to pay for having artistic pursuits, but the results make it worth it."&nbsp; He returned to living room and set the glass on the table.&nbsp; "The occasional patron would stop by to see what I got, but that's about it.&nbsp; My works reveal more of a...dark side of certain things or people, since it's what I'm most good at.&nbsp; Some of my works are rather ghoulish, not really for the faint of heart."&nbsp; He sat down in a chair, again with his feet on a footstool.&nbsp; "I may be a secluded type, but at least I get out to maintain my frame.&nbsp; If I didn't, then I probably wouldn't be as muscled as I am now, would I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim or Lover (Vampdrake19 &amp; Harmony)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harmony</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 08:29:25</strong>
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				Emma turned as he entered the room, she was sure he would be able to see the nervousness written all over her face. Although she tried to hide it and struggle her way through this she knew that her discomfort had to be obvious. "Thank you" she spoke softly stepping over to the table where he had set the juice. Emma picked it up and pressed the glass to her lips drinking down a little before returning it to the table.<br><br>"I suppose that is true you are in rather good shape." She attempted to relax a little into some small talk hoping it would somehow ease her worries. "I have to admit I don't really go out all that often I tend to stay ..very close to home." she took in a deep breath figuring that maybe giving him a bit of the facts might let him understand better why she seemed on edge. "Actually this...well you are really the first um male who's home I've gone to." she felt instantly stupid and embarrassed nothing seemed to have come out as she had hoped it would. She slumped a bit "I guess I am trying to say I have always been painfully shy around people."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Victim or Lover (Vampdrake19 &amp; Harmony)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampdrake19</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 17:11:55</strong>
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				Drake's pants started to feel a little uncomfortable, but that was because his tail was forming behind him and needed to come out.&nbsp; <em>A little too soon for changing.&nbsp; She hasn't even bitten the hook yet.</em>&nbsp; He took a breath himself, forcing his tail back.&nbsp; He looked at Emma straight in the eye.&nbsp; "I've been there before.&nbsp; Being that much shy can tell a lot about you, if someone had a sharp eye out.&nbsp; Being as shy as you are could tell a man this one thing that can drive their arousal up to heaven and hell itself."&nbsp; At this, he got up from his chair and down on his hands and knees on the floor.&nbsp; Smirking slyly, he crawled slowly towards her until his collarbone was aligned with her pelvis, his eyes locked with hers with their faces close to kissing distance.&nbsp; His voice dropped to a low whisper.&nbsp; "It could tell a man that you're a virgin.&nbsp; If you were more confident around the likes of me, you could've fooled me into thinking you weren't a virgin.&nbsp; Believe me.&nbsp; The first time is a trial experience, but the more times you have, the more you enjoy it."&nbsp; Without hesitating, he locked lips with her and pressed her head up against the back of the chair.&nbsp; His tongue snaked into her mouth to explore it, distracting her as he snuck a small dose of the sleeping powder in her juice and stirred it up to hide the dose.&nbsp; With the juice now spiked, he pocketed the rest of the drug away, still keeping his lips on hers while his tongue anchored itself on the roof of her mouth.
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