Can A Succubus Love?

[dragonrazor]

Lance Kiros sat on his bed, watching tv. He had had a long day, and was hoping to relax for the rest of the night. He wished that he had a woman, but his odd nature meant that few women found him interesting. In fact, most ran away screaming. He sighed, and flopped back on the bed, falling asleep almost instantly, with the television still on. Little did he know his life was about to change. A meeting with Morrigan, the Succubus Queen of the Demon World, would change both of them.

OOC: looking for a single woman to play Morrigan

 

[Mhorashty]

Wow.

((OOC: Wow. That's a great freakin' idea for a thread. Can't wait to read it))

 

[dragonrazor]

OOC: thank you....it's been running through my head for months...since seeing The Night Warriors: Darkstalkers' Revenge

 

[Pywakit]

OOC: This sounds like a cool thread! Mind if I take up the role of Morrigan?

 

[dragonrazor]

OOC: i don't mind at all

 

[dragonrazor]

bumped

 

[Pywakit]

Morrigan

Morrigan sighed and stretched all four of her wings, enjoying the feel of the early night upon them. She was crouched on the lip of an old building, perched like a gargoyle (a decidedly sexy one at that), watching the one she'd chosen in his apartment. She'd been watching him for some time now, several days, following him, studying him, and she realized just how much she didn't really know about him. Usually by the end of a first night of stalking, she swooped in and took her nourishment from a man (or sometimes a woman... or if she was lucky, one of each), but this time there was something different. Something about this one seemed... strange. Strange, and exciting.

"What's your story, Lance?" she mused to herself. She'd learned his name early on when a coworker had greeted him, but she hadn't learned much else. "What's the best way to get to you?"

She noticed then that he'd fallen asleep on his bed. More importantly, he'd left his window open. Morrigan smiled to herself. "Hmmm... guess I'll just go for direct."

She stood gracefully, then swan dived off the building. Her wings caught her instantly, and she silently glided down on the night breeze and through his window, tucking her arms, legs, and wings in as she pased into his bedroom and landing with barely a whisper on the carpet. He didn't wake.

The TV was playing some old sci-fi movie about giant ants. Morrigan crossed in front of it, leaned over the bed, took in his scent. For a moment, she considered harvesting him there in the classic way, taking him as he dreamt. But that seemed strangely wrong to her this time.

Instead, she retreated, settling down in a large chair in the darkness opposite the bed. She shrugged, and as she did her wings separated, flying apart into a cloud of bats that silently took to the shadows of the room. She wasn't sure why she chose to appear before him as a human woman, but it seemed to make sense at the time.

And then, he stirred. It might have been the sound of her bats settling in, or perhaps just his soul taking note of the succubus' presence. Whatever the reason, he was waking.

"Good evening, Lance," she whispered, her honeyed voice carrying to him as if she were at his side, whispering into his ear. "You left your window open... I hope you don't mind me dropping in for a visit..."

 

[dragonrazor]

OOC: Them...good movie, actually, if you can get past the cheesiness.

IC: Lance stirred, waking at the sound of squeaking. When he heard the voice, a woman's voice, he was awake instantly, and his hand went to the old revolver he kept under his pillow. He looked around the room, and finally spotted her, watching him. He raised an eyebrow, thinking for a moment, then shrugged slowly, and removed his hand from the revolver's handgrip. He looked at her, gauging her, as it were, then spoke quietly.

"Who are you, and why are you in my favorite chair?"

 

[Pywakit]

Morrigan

Morrigan smiled in the darkness as Lance woke and called out to her. She saw him reach under his pillow and knew he was going for a gun. It didn't worry her that much; she could be out of his chair faster than he could take aim.

"Let's start with the easy question first, Lance," she said. "Don't worry about your chair, I'm just sitting in it. No funny business there. As for who I am... well... if you don't already know, I'm not sure giving out my name'll change anything. Let's just say that, for now, I'm an admiring fan of yours." She leaned forward a little, flashing a bit of cleavage and allowing locks of her long green hair to slide forward over her shoulders as she studied him in the gloom.

"And in any case, is that always your first reaction to unexpected beauty? To grab for a gun? Cause if so, it's no wonder you live here alone..." She spoke in a kind and gentle tone, sure that her friendly manner and the veiled jab at his knee-jerk reaction would set him off-balance... which is where she prefered those she hunted remained.

She looked him over in the darkness, her demon's eyes picking out details with ease. Yet he was still covered in blankets, and she couldn't make out any real details; this was the closest she'd been to Lance, and she was curious if he was as delicious-looking up close as he was from a distance.

"You can go ahead and turn on the lights if you want, Lance. No need for us to sit here in the dark." She knew already from spying on him that his bedside lamp wasn't working, that he'd have to clamber out of bed and cross the room to turn on the light. It'd give her a chance to evaluate him, and if what she saw in the few moments it took him to cross the room in the dark she decided he wasn't worth her time, she'd have more than enough of it left to decide what to do with him.

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance raised an eyebrow, studying the woman's face. She had expected him to reach for the gun, he realized. She also expected him to get up to turn on the lights. Instead he simply looked at the light switch, and concentrated. Suddenly, the switch moved, and the lights came on. He turned slowly to look at her again, and looked into her eyes, as if to say "your move". He tried to place her face, though unsuccessfully, but he had the nagging feeling he'd seen her before, in a book or something.

"I take it you know who I am, otherwise you probably wouldn't be here."

 

[Pywakit]

Morrigan

Morrigan's eyebrows arched as Lance flicked on the lights from across the room, then giggled as he spoke. She draped one shapely leg over the other and spoke.

"Well, well! Looks like Lance has some tricks up his sleeve. You have anything else you'd like to show off in front of me?" She smiled, biting her lower lip softly as she sized him up. "You don't get many visitors, do you, Lance? Where's your manners? A lonely girl shows up out of nowhere in your home, and you don't even offer her a drink? Fix me something nice, and maybe I'll tell you who I am..."

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance raised an eyebrow, then slowly got off the bed. He was wearing a pair of pajama pants and a tshirt. He stood slowly, then walked out to his kitchen, coming back several minutes later with a couple of glasses of juice. He handed one to her, then opened the other one himself, and went back to the bed, sitting down on it. He watched her, wondering what she was doing in his apartment, and why she looked familiar. He couldn't place her face, but he could swear he'd seen her somewhere before.

 

[Pywakit]

Morrigan

Morrigan took the offered glass with a brief nod of the head. She'd been hoping for somethign a bit stronger, but the fact that Lance was obviously trying to keep on his toes by not introducing alcohol to the scene actually intrigued her all the mroe about him. She drank some of it, savoring the taste before she set the glass down on a nearby table.

"Delicious. So then; I suppose I should make good on my promise, right? You can call me Morrigan, I suppose. Does the name ring a bell?"

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance raised an eyebrow, watching her. Morrigan, she said her name was. That meant only one thing to someone like him. The Temptress herself. He thought carefully. His revolver had silver bullets in it, but that wouldn't affect her. Besides, she didn't seem to want to hurt him, though he knew she could just by touching him. That made things interesting, but that raised the question why was she there. She had called herself a fan of him, which didn't make sense. No one knew about his powers, her included, apparently. He couldn't figure out why, so he just shrugged.

"That's not that rare a name." He was trying to get her to betray her purpose, without seeming to do so.

 

[Pywakit]

Morrigan

"It's also a very old name, Lance." Morrigan said. "But you didn't answer my question. Not that it matters, I suppose. Knowing who I am won't change why I'm here."

Morrigan stood, a fluid motion filled with grace. She walked around the edge of the bed, making srue that Lance got a great view of her from the front, in profile, and from behind before she ended up leaning against the wall by the open window. Her long green hair billowed in the gentle breeze, and her black bodysuit with the purple stockings (complete with cute little bats on them) left very little of her voluptuous body to the imagination.

"Would you like to kiss me, Lance?" she asked in a quiet but nonetheless penetrating voice.

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance blinked, set aback by her question. He had figured that was why she was there, but even so, he hadn't expected her to be so bold as to ask it. As he stood there looking at her, he realized she was very beautiful, and also that she was offering herself to him. He sighed, and laid back down on the bed, unsure how to answer her. "So it's the usual sex for my soul deal, huh?"

 

[Pywakit]

Morrigan

Morrigan's eyebrows arched in mock surprise. "Sex for a soul? Why would you think that, Lance? Do I look like that type of girl? Because if that's what you're thinking, I suppose there's no reason to keep the disguise on..."

Suddenly, bats flew from the shadowy corners of the room, a whilrling vorex of wings that quickly converged on Morrigan's form and solidified into shapes, two pairs of batlike wings, a large pair stretching from her back, and a smaller pair from her head just above her ears. Morrigan smiled at Lance.

"There... much better. And I promise, this won't hurt at all." She winked. "Unless you want it to..."

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance raised an eyebrow, then sighed. She was beautiful, that was certain. He looked at his hands in thought. Did he need his soul? A better question, he decided, was did he have one. He had, only moments ago, been ready to shoot her. Was he any better than her? He closed his eyes, then opened them again. "Why me? Surely there are other, less tinged souls out there."

OOC: you're on early....

 

[Pywakit]

Morrigan

"There's a lot of souls out there, Lance. Some of them are too rotten to do anything with while others are too pure to even look at. There aren't as many that ride the line, though, and those are the ones I'm interested in. And eventaully, I'll get to all of them." She crossed over to the foot of his bed, rested her hands on the bed frame and leaned toward him, displaying her cleavage in a none-too-subtle preview of what she was offering him.

"And in any case, it would seem that you've already decided to give yourself to me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have laid back down on the bed, yes? You would have attacked me, maybe with your gun? Or at least you'd have tried to escape."

OOC: On early indeed! <<yawns sleepilly>>

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance raised an eyebrow, looking at her. He didn't know how to respond to that. So he responded with his usual response to pickup lines. "I don't do one night stands."

 

[Pywakit]

Morrigan

Morrigan giggled. "That's okay, Lance. This kind of thing's more fun laying down anyway." Something about him was intriguing her; he didn't seem particularly horrified at the thought of losing his soul... not nearly as much as most people who knew what she was before she seduced them.

"But I'll tell you what, Lance. If you can make me come before I make you come... I'll let you off the hook and you'll get to keep your soul. I'll even give you a head start if you want. How's that sound?"

 

[pl4ywithdaddy]

(don't mean to interrupt, just wanted to say you guys are great, very stylish, loved reading this so far. keep it up and have fun, folks!)

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance raised an eyebrow at the offer. It was tempting, especially considering his mental powers. Of course, he could probably make her play out her fantasies in her mind, but what would be the fun in that. He thought for a moment, then closed his eyes. Psionically enhanced oral, that would be interesting.

 

[Pywakit]

Morrigan

Morrigan waited for Lance to answer, and when he closed his eyes, she assumed he was wrestling with the moral dilemma of entering such a contest with a succubus.

She snorted softly at what she assumed was a stalling tactic, and decided to up the pressrue. She closed her own eyes for a moment and in an instant, her scandalous outfit writhed, rippled and then melted away into shadows, leaving her naked. Her voluptuous breasts remained firm and pert, resisting gravity in the way only a succubus' tits could. Her large red nipples, each the size of a thumbtip, protruded from her tits, aching for attention. Her wings flared to aid in her balance as she crawled up onto the frame of the bed at Lance's feet, crouching there, her legs spread and her arms framing her tits, pressing them together as she clutched at the frame with her hands as well. Her forearms just barely concealed her sex; enough so he wouldn't be able to see her slit but certainly enough to see she was shaved smooth as silk down below, save for a thin strip of green pubic hair that just poked out above the juncture of her wrists.

"So what's it gonna be, Lance?" she asked.

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance opened his eyes slowly, and smiled, an almost evil look compared to how he normally looked. They would need to set some ground rules, to make sure this was a fair exchange, or so he'd tell her. "Ok, first of all. We can only use our bodies. No mental powers, no spiritual nudging, no chakra, or whatever you want to call it. Second, you can't do anything a normal woman can't."