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Asa's Sunset Cove

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Still wrapped up in the soft warm sheet from the bed she stood staring out the window with a smile. Watching him take off for his day she couldn't help but sigh. She hated him having to deal with the torments of working for his sister and this pathetic bickering threatening to create another war. She however had a young band arriving soon to use the studio there at her house since she did not charge those who had talent but no real money. Instead many of them would tend to lawn care or general handyman projects around the house for her in exchange.

She did not see herself as a light Fey nor a Dark Fey but it certainly worked out for her to help those around her and her to gain light harmless feeding to keep her more intense hungers at bay. After that as always she would simply meet back up with him at Audra's Club for drinks then back home to "relax".
 
Audra saw the dark Fey "cop" stand and walk out. She also was quickly bombarded with the little informant whisp child hurry over to her and tell her that the big mean scary gorilla gator monsters man was going to the muse lady's house cause there was a problem and Miss Audra lady should send someone too to make sure big meany did not hurt muse lady.

Audra glanced over to the other cop who was leaving with him and spoke in a calm tone through smiling lips though the old cop seemed to shrink back as if a dog swatted for tearing up the good furniture.

Remove the problem only... I will send a clean up crew behind you for anyone that was the victim in your call. Just let me know "EXACTLY" where it is.

She smiled a sweet smile but the man quickly rattled off the address the call was directing them to and ran clearly not wishing to be anywhere near the Simple Club owner after the information was given. Audra walked over to Canaan with a more motherly genuinely calm caring tone.

You really should go check on Karena for me please. There seems to have been a problem and while I know they have to be impartial I do not trust either the light nor the dark police representative.

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The one who called the police was still standing there holding a knife on the clearly wounded assailant with Karena sitting there partly acting the damaged victim for the sake of the mortal young man and her former student/attacker. The officers arrived and grabbing the man the boy pointed out and took the kids statement. The Light Fey cop moved over to Karena before his partner could and told her in a very low calm tone...

We will clean this up... clearly he was already mentally unstable we have him on several drug calls and domestic violence calls before... he won't be back and the kid... does he need some cash reward for helping us catch this guy to help his family?

She nodded to him and he smiled with his own nod as if to say it will be dealt with and the kids reward will be a good one then turned to walk away grabbing his partner with a low growled Fey politics have no business here at this time don't even think about it with that they were gone nodding to Audra's apparent "clean up crew" as Canaan walked past them.

She sat there once the mortals were gone trying to use what power she had in reserve to heal the bruises and cuts curled up nails digging at her side as she stared at the studio piano before her

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Canaan was alone now. Persey, his sister wanted him to go to the club later tonight. Get him out of his apartment. They were having a blues festival where amateurs could play too.

Canaan hadn't picked up the guitar or sat at his piano in weeks, not since that night that ended with her in the hospital.

He was such a fool. Persey had told him. He had known him and a human wouldn't work, that it would come down to him carrying her half-naked in to the emergency room.

He was an Incubus, and trying to have a serious long-lasting relationship with a human woman was a tragedy just waiting to blow up in his face...and he'd been right.

But he had lied to himself. He had said to himself: "I can control the hunger. I can be with her and not take too much of her." But now he'd been hit in the head with the truth.

Persey had told him: "You are an Incubus, Canaan. All we can hope for is a fun night, maybe a week or a month at most: where you get what you want and they get what they want, but that's it. Anything more just can't happen. The two of us can never know love like they do. So we shouldn't even try."

The water in the shower had gotten icy cold, and he hadn't even started with the body lotion or shampooing. He just stood there shivering as the cold water ran over his body.

Canaan was alone, and always will be.
 
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Canaan was naked now before her, but that was not what made him nervous. His fingers caressed the ivory keys of his piano. It had been weeks since he had sat here and played. And now in front of her as fingers began to press those keys he became truly bare to her-naked to Audra especially.

He didn't play any song, but the song of his soul to her, one note-one emotion leading organically to the next like the melody was a living breathing growing animal. It was all open to her as the music reverberated off the walls. His sadness, his despair, his regret, his joy, his humor, his hope...everything unfolding before through the notes he played.

This was being naked-the fact he actually had no clothes on was meaningless in comparison. His music was always a cathartic exercise to him, and now it was that on steroids cleansing his heart as it gave it all up to her.

Playing music was the one thing he did better than making love, the one thing he chose to do and pursue. The sex was what he was. The music was what he chose to be.
 
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I love it Veroe though Audra is the name of the club owner Karena was the name for the Muse.
 
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Leaning her forehead against his her eyes closed as she took deep slow breathes. Normally her feedings were light when dealing with musicians lately walking past a performer while the rehearsed in the studio at the back of the house. This was different... He was different. Each breath drawing in the billowing essence that the music rippled around him... throughout him... A part of him the essence... wisps from every heartbeat.

Most of the time her essence feedings were a spike of energy an intoxicating spark that jolted her. Not as enduring as a blood and essence feed but those were rare and very carefully planned out depending on the mortal she was feeding from. However there were those rare and precious times when the prefect person was in her sway and soul that an Essence feeding was something far more intense and yet soothing sensual all consuming like the intoxicating high of the love that has to be there. Every fiber of her being dancing in the warm embrace of the flames that slithered through her soul.

The deeper her "prey" fell into the sway of the muse the more essence she could feed from them. But that brought its own dangers... the more they needed her the more ill they could become with out her till their systems simply gave up or the other side of that dangerous coin... the insanely dangerous possessive aggression. Many a time she had to blood feed to save her own life and end the life of the one she had tried to help grace the world with their music or if she was lucky someone would hear the fight and police would arrive barely in time and haul the poor soul away.

Her eyes opened she could see the wisps billowing from him dancing around him and slowly ebbing out to her as she moved to first softly inhale against the skin of his neck then placing a kiss before moving just a little and again the soft inhale pulling a soft breath in against his neck taking in the wisps of essence and leaving a kiss again. Feeding from Canaan was strange... she had never really fed from another Fey before that she could recall... it was strange... it was almost like when she would feed from Berto only... strangely so much more.
 
Beautiful work, Asa. I like how you gave her a good reason to be that close to him like in the picture there. Coudos.

This thread we're working on is gonna turn out to be a good one. I just know it.:)
 
Glad ya like it darlin :kiss:

I agree this is going to be intense and very very good.
 
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Malia turned her head sharp to Azen with a hiss her eyes darkening and the more spirit side revealing its true appearance in her face.

They are keeping thing from me... No doubt some spirit of some council of old telling them to do so... or Audra... She can do far more than anyone knows... you know. I am NOT happy with them so we will NOT speak with them till they tell me what they hide or offer a good reason as to why they hide things from me... I am born of them yet they obey someone else instead of helping me...

Azen just wiped the darkness from her eyes and shook his head.

Time is different for them remember... perhaps they have learned something that we can do nothing about yet and they do not wish to worry you with the constant skirmishes with the Dark Fey.

She pouted but knew he was right. She was by all reality a permanent innocent airy and easily distracted from one world to the next but he knew far better that it was more the age and to be so tied to two very different worlds there had to be some madness from how taxing that had to be it still gave him a headache at times to do what he had trained from nearly birth to do but 2 centuries of being so fully tied to and pulled between such differing worlds he could not imagine.
 
The nature of gasoline and a blowtorch

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Persephone and Mathias

Persephone Alexander leaned forward staring at herself in the bathroom mirror humming a lithe and happy tune. She adjusted her business suit tailored to exacting degree to follow her narrow waist and swell around her ample tits. The skirt was a modest length but followed the line of her long toned thighs to the flare of her thighs. She was a succubus, but also the leader of the dark fey of the city. She knew how to use her advantages with a stunning ruthlessness.

"Fucking Bitch!" Came a cry from the bed, and she giggled in a girlish manor. Not a proper thing for the leader of the dark fey to do, but her mischeivious and girly side always came out after a night full of feeding-well at least when she was winning that is.

"Good morning sleepy head," She called out to him, "I thought we may have finally found your limit after how many times...I lost count at twenty-six though that may have been the concussion from when you threw me up against the wall..." She growled under her breath adding, "...bastard."

"Let me out of these things and I'll show you how much more I have to give," He roared.

That was tempting, very tempting-no one fucked and fed her better than her so-called husband. He was the only man who had ever had the stamina to keep up with her. She could let him out of the restraints she had put him in as he slept off that last time and just forget about the directors meeting this morning, but that would be giving Mathias the upper hand.

"Not gonna happen," She sang out to him sticking her hand out the door and giving him the finger.

His response was a growl and the sound of the bed shaking as he tried to break the restraints. Fat chance of that. He had just fed her at least twenty-six times last night. Satyr's had stamina and strength, but not even Mathias would have enough strength to break those bonds...not for at least a few more hours. During which she'd be in the meeting with the directors and he'd be absent from it. She giggled girlishly again. She absolutely loved it when she was beating him.

Jesus, he sounded like a fucking angry beast. Her panties were already getting wet in anticipation of his wrath later that night. Son of a bitch, now she'd have to go to the meeting with wet panties. She wanted to crawl onto that bed and strangle Mathias for being such an insufferably irresistible fuck. But if she did that then the temptation to give him the blowjob of his life may just get the better of her. Her mouth was watering at the thought, damn him to hell.

No, she mustn't think about blowing off the meeting for a morning in bed with her so-called husband. Focus. She searched for her lipstick and found it scattered on the floor where one of them, she couldn't remember which one, but would blame it on Mathias anyway, had knocked all her makeup off the bathroom's vanity top. She found her eyeliner under the ripped shower curtain. She was pretty sure that was her, but the curtain wouldn't have torn if he hadn't been thrusting that big magnificent cock into her ass like a battering ram at the time...the dirty cocky bastard, thinking he was all that just because he was the only man she would allow to put his cock in her asshole.

She was a succubus and anal always hurt, so that was saying something, but Mathias always made it hurt so good...god damn him, she never could say no to it even when she had made up her mind for no more. She only did it for him, so each time she relented to it it was a victory to that smug rat bastard. Damn him.

She applied her lipstick and eyeliner giggling girlishly at the sounds of him struggling to free himself. She was winning.

Once done she strutted out of the bathroom stepping over their strewn and torn clothing, around the knocked over or broken pieces of furniture. She faced another hefty repair bill, damn that insufferable man.

She turned to look at him and she paused. His struggles had kicked off the sheets and he lay on the bed, his body totally glorious in its nudity, and the sudden urge to crawl to him and commence the blow job of a lifetime was nearly insurmountable to her.

"Alright, Persey, please," He said like he was dragging himself over broken glass, "You win."

She giggled again as a jolt of euphoria shot through her better than all the twenty-six plus rounds of sex they had enjoyed last night. "Then say it."

His face screwed up in bitter refusal but the words came out anyway. "I won't scheme to replace you as leader of the dark fey anymore."

Her giggling came out full force. She had won. She had won against him!

"Just please," He said softly, "Before you go. Just grant me one last kiss."

It was amazing how less hot he was now. All contrite and pathetic and conquered. Now she'd be able to be rid of him, and show everyone who ruled this town. Still something wasn't right: she actually regretted pushing him to this...why, from the moment she had discovered she'd have to marry her principal rival for leadership of the dark fey she had despised him. Every scheme he had to discredit her to wrest her position away from her had only fueled her disgust and loathing for him.

Yet now here she was walking over to him and bending down and kissing him with all the passion and love she only ever read about in those romance novels she never could quit.

His teeth bit down on her bottom lip.

"Oww," She yelped pulling away from him. That smug face smiled up at her again, his lips and tongue stained with her lipstick and blood. She put a finger tip to her lip and it came away covered in her blood.

"Good luck explaining that to the directors," He chortled.

"You bastard," She snarled. She slid off the bed and stormed over to his jeans. They were ripped at the zipper-their own fault for being between her and his magnificent cock last night. She bent down knowing full well it gave him quite a view of her ass in her tight skirt. She rooted around the jeans front pocket wiggling it for him and giggling as it rose a needy growl from him.

She rose up and turned holding her hand out so he could see the keys to his prized Ferrari hanging from her fingers.

"What are you-"

She turned and strutted back into the bathroom twirling the keys around her finger as she did. The sound of them dropping into the toilet was loud enough for him to hear in the bedroom.

"No don't." The sound of the bed banging against the wall as he tried once again to break the straps restraining his arms. It stopped at the sound of her fingernail tapping on the toilet's handle.

"You wouldn't dare!"

The sound of the toilet flushing and her giggling was his only response.

"You fucking bitch," He roared the banging of the bed against the wall became more intense, "When I get out of these you're going to have hell to pay."

At that the wetspot in her panties was growing, damn him, she'd have to stop and change into a new pair before the meeting. She left him straining and cursing her. She giggled girlishly as she passed his Ferrari in the street to her own car and the thrall she used as her personal driver. She hummed a lithe and happy tune.

She was winning.
 
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Audra had spotted Ssseenda first and raised a brow briefly till she spotted Kishara walking from the private tables area with a smirk and someone else having scurried away as if not to be seen. Lumbering but quick there were few races that could move that quickly with that heavy a footfalls. The club technically never closed but there were times that it was dead just to be polite to Audra and give her some rest. Kishara was quickly joined by Ssseenda and was headed towards the door the last to leave till the door vanished.

Ladies... have a seat lets talk.

Audra's words were accented by the sudden appearance of Andrina her seldom seen bouncer between the two of them and the missing door. Ssseenda hissed reaching for her knives only to feel the tip of the katana resting at her wrist and the silent one shaking her head no.

Kishara looked to the bouncer with a smirk.

I have not seen one of you in at least what 3 centuries. It should be no surprise though that the ancient one would have one of you lurking around. Two... Ghosts... and few if any really the wiser as to just who you really are. Yes... Your Ma... Audra lets talk. What would you like to talk about?

Audra simply smiled nodding to her guard and motioned for all of them to follow her to a private room to speak.
 
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I didn't realize you wanted them that large, Asa, but I think that'd be a fairly sexy thing.

I like the first one the best...though I like the color of the second too...

Of course that would change when its translated into flaming wings anyway.
 
Can't decide which wings I like better but leaning towards the second one with the two pics for it
 
Okay then Karena's Tats

((New Whim tat with more detail and less "girly" than the pic guided to get from a dream *EG*))
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((Wings Tat))
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((Word Tats))

Over the heart
~The desire to create is one of the deepest yearnings of the soul~


Between the wings
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Ankle or wrist
Creativity takes courage
 
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She sat there staring out the window as Berto's lawyer droned on.

He left you everything Karena. He often told me you were all he had and all he needed and to see to it when he did pass that you wanted for nothing ever. You have the house all royalties from art sales all works that were never sold... Every cent... it is all yours. After the funeral I will need you to come by and sign a few paper though.

Get out...

Her voice was soft low and firm and cold as steel. The mortal part of this world had taken him away form her and sitting here staring out the window all she wanted to see was all of it burn for taking him. It had never been sexual between them but so far beyond. He knew what she was and did not care. She was not some horror monster or mythical demon and now he was gone and that pompous idiot wanted to talk paperwork.

What Karena I could not understand you?

Get out.

She wanted something or someone to pay and this infernal monotone human was as good a target as any.
 
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