Tortured Incubus (Darius with Damned Angel)
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				Title: <strong>Tortured Incubus (Darius with Damned Angel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 02:19:19</strong>
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				Music swarmed across his chocolate and mocha skin, whispering its secrets, its seduction to the demon within. Bodies swayed, pulsed around – men and women reached out to touch him, but he darted away with a preternatural grace. His touch, his skin, it was addictive; a dangerous thing for both him and the humans he could not afford to avoid. Their desire for him fed him, made him strong, kept him alive. His desire for them threatened to break him.<br><br>Standing, weaving, dancing among the mortals, the half-souled incubus, Darius, felt the threat of inhuman lust pulling at him. He’d sacrificed half of his soul for love, and the remaining half told him to leave. The demon in him, however, so much stronger bonded to a human, demanded that he stay. Muscular body rippling with a sheen that might have resembled arousal, a coating that invited touch, taste, and inspection, Darius fought to leave the club, to force his long legs to take him away.<br>But he could not.<br><br>A young woman, possibly underage for the club, with brilliant pink hair reached for him and he…damn him, he could not stop her. That first touch was the least obvious, the most dangerous. He could see it in her eyes when the most faint of contacts shot electricity through her arm, into her chest and spread from her heart to her deepest, darkest, core. <br>Love me. Need me. Belong to me. His tainted touch said. And, willfully, the girl did. Her mouth open, lips parting hungrily…<br><br>And shouts rang out. The flash of a platinum sword forced Darius away from the girl in a dive that nearly ripped his flowing black silken cloth to shreds. With the demon’s hunger in him, he was stronger and faster than most supernatural things in the world. Most. Not all. <br><br>The white-blonde hair of a hunter – an Angel sent down to kill his kind, flared and the gleam of the sword flashed again. Darius could not face that, had not the strength; he had not really, not fully, fed in months.<br><br>He fled.<br><br>Out into the streets, he fled until he was alone, distant, hungry – trembling as if in the cold, on some foreign side of the city. He looked around, trying to get his bearings, unsure of where he was and if he’d been followed. He wasn’t afraid. No, the dark haired, too-sumptuous man was guilty. Guilty of what he’d almost done to an innocent girl. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tortured Incubus (Darius with Damned Angel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 09:42:04</strong>
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				Lexi was walking down the street late after work. She hated her boss for always keeping her behind as an excuse to do more ‘work’ but all he wanted to do was seduce her and try to get into her pants. As she walked she shuddered at the thought, her icy blue eyes held warmth in them while her shoulder length blond hair swayed as she walked. Her pale skin made her look like one of those people who never went out in the sun, but she loved the sun and was always out in it but she never tanned.<br><br>She then saw a man in the street and she stopped walking seeing he was trembling and she stepped closer to him nervously “E..Excuse me sir? Are you ok?” She looked at him, letting her eyes wonder over his body. She then had an image of taking him back home with her and making love but she pushed it aside she was still innocent, a virgin to be exact at twenty. She’d never had sex and had only ever been kissed once back in high school when she was fourteen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tortured Incubus (Darius with Damned Angel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 10:11:47</strong>
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				Darius jerked, shaking at the sensation of a female presence, at his unassailable hunger. A virgin. Oh lords, a virgin. The innocence – he could practically taste it. Too handsome features turned up, studying the girl’s eyes, daring to try to drink her down, then away. He couldn’t! Couldn’t give in! Growling inwardly, he tried to move away, but continued to shake. He couldn’t speak. He was all alone, all alone and starving and going gradually but surely more insane.<br><br>Maybe he should let the hunters take him? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tortured Incubus (Darius with Damned Angel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 10:44:54</strong>
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				Lexi watched him shake and she shrugged off her jacket before putting it around his body thinking he was cold. Her hand brushed against his skin and her eyes showed she felt the lust but she wasn't acting on it, her concern stronger than the lust. She then sighed and stepped away from him her black mini skirt tight against her body and her white button up shirt showed off her near perfect curves and breasts shivering a little "Y..You can keep the jacket if you like. I know it probably won't fit but my apartments not far from here if you'd like to join me there till your feeling better?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tortured Incubus (Darius with Damned Angel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 10:51:05</strong>
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				The handsome man's touch was as addictive as any drug, as any alcohol, yet the girl's warmth, her affection, seemed to protect her. Shocked, despite himself Darius found himself nodding, "I'd be...happy...to go with you." He glanced around and, seeing no sign of visible pursuit, waited for her to lead the way. Mostly because his demon wanted to see how far her hips swayed when she walked, how shapely her ass was out of the jacket, but he'd never have admitted it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tortured Incubus (Darius with Damned Angel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 11:01:33</strong>
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				She smiled hearing his voice and said playfully "He speaks." She then walked off ahead of him, her hips swayed slightly as she walked showing her ass off perfectly in the skirt. She then stopped and looked at him waiting for him to catch up as she swayed her hips in the cold trying to keep warm, her hands rubbing up and down her arms "So can I ask what your name is since I don't want to be saying 'hey handsome' all the time when I need to get your attention" She was flirting slightly but she didn't realise it since it came natually to her.
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