LairOfTheSuccubus

[DarkLadyOfDeath]

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Dark claws lightly oh so lightly twitched against wood. A slight flicker of cerulean orbs about her dismall .."palace".. If one was so inclined to call it that. It was a dungeon indeed, if not abit "updated".. fine drapery's hung from the stone walls as she gazed about her chambers...

Pale didgets curled slightly as the ancient demon stirred slightly, cobwebs absently brushed aside. The pale contours of alabaster flesh rippled faintly, stirring from a deep sleep. What was outside these four walls? what had become of the fond memories of her kingdom of darkness?..

Oh how she wished to know what lay amid the labrinth of tunnels and graves. Nostrels flared slightly, scenting the farmilular scents of mummies and sand... And other... New scents.

 

[KisstheSky]

The night was young...the stars burned bright, while the moon wanned.
The sand felt delicious between her toes, each tiny grainual provided a unique sensation.
She sighed.
She was so often alone these days. The men she took to her bed often bored her...And so she would hunt under the stars, hoping to bring some excitement into her life.

His blood still stained her lips. She only hunted men these days, she had nothing against them....there was just something about watching them struggle as a woman brought them death. Their suprise...their
fear...
It excited her.

She gazed out into the night sky and could feel something stir...something old...
And she shivered.
For so long she'd been alone...perhaps now she'd have someone to pass the time with...

Her green eyes sparkled in the dim light.

She changed, her silver wings lifting her small form into the night sky, she was hunting again...but this time prey was not her objective...

 

[DarkLadyOfDeath]

Pale husky orbs shifted about the chamber, Gaze drifting over the tattered reamains of fine tapestries. Gaze shifting so slowly almost painfully to her own white flesh and the rodent and moth-eaten remains..

Sometime after dusk she stirred finally drawing herself to stand stiffly. a slight snapping as her spine loosened. Pain shot threw her entire form, like a scalding rush of boiling water that did not ebe. She had to feed, soon... so tired.. so terriably tired...

 

[KisstheSky]

She didn't have to fly far.
But the landscape changed drastically in those few miles....the sky turning from clear to overcast...the moon and stars hidden from view, cloaking the land in a blanket of pure darkness.
She came upon the ruins of what had once been, or so she imagined, a grand estate.

The place was dark, rotting tapestries fluttered in the breeze in vacant windows.
But she sensed life here...
Or something like it.

Landing on the second story terrace she shifted back into her homid form, silver feathers fading away to silvery blonde locks and delicate fair skin, wings changing into long slender limbs, and her beak melting away to full pouty lips.
Only her green eyes remained the same.

She moved inside silently, her bare feet hardly making a sound on the alabaster as she moved through the darkned rooms.

But she could feel the essence she'd sensed nearby...
And it knew she was here.
She froze her heart pounding in her chest, delicate fingers absently fingering the grey linen slipdress she wore.

But her curiousity got the best of her and she crept forward...further into the darkness....

 

[Romial]

He was tired after a long walk through the forest. He sat down and leaned back against a tree. Sighing, he looked up and saw something small, fly across the sky.

Was it a bat? A bird? He smiled to himself and stood up and watched it fly across the desert to a small run down palace in the far horizon.

He chanted a few words to himself and you saw him a little bit more livelier and he moved more quickly then you would expect him to be, made sure his small pointed hat, which the tip was hung to one side, was on straight, took his staff under his arm and started running to the palace. This should be fun, they will get what is coming to them he thought to himself.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Null Lucifuge

Beneath the hill where the ancient stones of the ruined cemetery stood tilting drunkenly under wind-clawed trees, Null Lucifuge stirred in his sleep. Slowly his eyes opened and the bare earth walls of his den glowed with the yellow light they emitted. There was life in the old mansion, he could sense it. Someone or something had come back.

He smiled as he awoke and felt life stir again in his body. He was well-rested but hungry: hungry for the blood and the wild sexual fear that were his food, the nectar of perverse desire that was like honey on his twisted lips.

He felt his phallus rising hard from his loins, felt his sexual potency like fire in his veins as his muscles swelled with new vigor. Yes, there was definitely life in the old mansion: perhpas not human, perhpas not even demonic, perhaps some accursed half-caste breed of human monster: vampire or lycanthrope, demoness or enchantress.

His nostrils twitched and he pressed his horny body against the walls of his tiny cell: pushed and pushed, impossible strength heaving the very earth aside, striving upwards through the dark and cold mud that enclosed him, pushed and in the cemetrey a plot of ground heaved, rose up, burst like a pustule in the earth's skin and Null came crawling out.

Strength returned to his limbs as he rose to his full height and drank in the sweet night air. Now he could definitely sense the presence: one human and two Others, species unknown but with the unmistable scent of woman: young and sexual women.

His cock was always hard, always ready, and now that he could smell the sweet perfume of sex and imagine the feel of a warm breast between his teeth he swelled even harder still, till his prick was hard and already aching for relief. The thought of delicate limbs chained to cold stone and awaiting his pleasure made his prick start to drool. He was hungry, famished, but that could wait. Now he needed to find relief in a human body, female or male it hardly mattered. What mattered was sending his cock deep and hard into another's warm and living body and holding them as they shuddered through their orgasms sweeter than death, hearing their moans of surrender as he bent to feed at their necks while he pumped his demon seed into their acceoting bodies.

He spread his batlike wings about him, testing their strength, and then he leaped into the dark and misty air, soaring up into the cool night sky, a shadow against the gibbous moon.

In moments he had landed on the crumbling walls of the old mansion, as softly as a shadow despite his prodigious weight. With one hand he ripped the rusted bars from a rotting window and entered the attic, and from there it was nothing to pull the door from its hinges and descend the old staircase to the mansion below, where something beautiful and delicious waited.