The Demoness

[Ironside]

I'm new here, my first thread for a roleplay, so heres what I came up with:

Two main characters, at first.
1- A young man, a bit naive, but smart, likes to party, typical College student.

2- A Demoness, this particular demoness gets off on the pain of men, the louder the screams the more hightened her pleasure is. She has long fire red hair, piercing green eyes, a perfect body any man would be hard over with a look, and the power to do just about anything. This leaves it very open for the types of torture she wishes to inflict.

Now really she is the main focus of the thread, looking for some people to help her amuse herself. More or less she wants herself a slave, a plaything. However, the demoness can get very bored very easily and without a second thought, "dispose" of her toys. This of course forces her to find others, thus leaving it open for more people. As well if she does happen to like her recent plaything, she may enslave its soul, keeping it around for when she wants to toy with it. For something like this, she may give it to one of her "sisters" bringing in other Demoness' to the rp. Please let me know if anyone is interested. By the way i am a man, so I'm looking mainly for a woman to help me start off the rp. Just to let you know which I was looking for.

Thanks.

 

[along came mary]

Ooh…a succubus, eh? They feed off the sexual energy though, not necessarily the pain. I’d be willing to give it a shot if you’ll have me. This sounds like it could be a tremendous amount of fun.

If not the main demoness, then maybe one of the lessor ones in the future?

 

[JamieFraser]

Scene setting

The rain fell slowly upon the streets in the college town, making the night darker than it really was.

Stumbling, the youth had had a bit more beer than was good for him, and held himself up by the lamp post, trying not to lose his entire evening's meal. Grinning, he recalled the navel shots in the frat house basement, and the eager girls angling for the football players' attention.

As his eyes focused, he saw approaching a woman in a crimson cloak, her red hair flying in the damp night air. She stepped under the lamplight across the street and looked at him with a strange gaze. He felt a pull from her, an animal force he didn't know how to explain. He also felt his cock rising and throbbing within his jeans.

Suddenly, he realized he was stone sober. He stood straighter and walked slowly across the street toward the cloaked woman, his stride like that of a powerful cat. He stopped a few feet from her, noting that she watched him the whole walk across, never revealing any fear or apprehension despite the late hour and dark street.

"Hello, miss," he said, "are you OK? Can I walk you somewhere safe? This is a pretty rough neighborhood for a woman alone."

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[Ironside]

I'm glad a few people are interested in this role. A little side note:
Just because the demoness feeds on pain, doesn't mean she won't feed on men in other ways as well. Take that however you like. And since someone already took on the role of the student, I'll take on the next one I guess. Personally I'm just happy to read the story line. Thanks again for wanting to do this one.

 

[along came mary]

Fajera - Succubus/Demoness

The light misting of rain didn’t faze her. In fact she didn’t even notice it. She rarely did bother with anything of such a trivial nature. What did it matter anyway; her aura would prevent any droplets from sullying her warm flesh or fiery tresses.

No, her full attention was focused on the young, nubile human male that was walking toward her. Humans are such pliable, naive creatures. She thought to herself, a somewhat cruel smile stretching her full lips.

He was perfect – strong, young, attractive - save for one annoying irritation. He was inebriated. That would most certainly never do. The alcohol he had consumed would dull his senses, lessen his stamina and interfere with his perception of fear… and of course, pain. He needed to have a clear mind if Fajera were to be satisfied.

The irritation was dissipated with just a mere hint of suggestion. She felt his mind sharpen, his senses heighten and her smile widened a bit more, the tip of her tongue flicked across her lower lip in anticipation.

"Hello, miss," he said, "are you OK? Can I walk you somewhere safe? This is a pretty rough neighborhood for a woman alone."

Ignoring his question for now, her translucent jade green eyes raked boldly over his body. She took note of his obvious arousal, and was pleased, very pleased. Her gaze flicked back to his, her head tilting to the side as she took in every line of his face, her full moist lips temptingly parted.

She stepped closer to him. Her firm, ripe breasts pressing against his chest, her face poised beside his. An unnatural heat emanated from her body, as she stood so close, accentuating any lustful feelings. She rubbed her cheek against in a sensual caress, and smiled at the hiss of indrawn breath.

“Take me somewhere we can be alone, pet,” She whispered into his ear, her voice low-toned, sultry and seductive, causing pleasurable goose bumps to rise upon his skin, “and I promise you I shall give you a night you will never forget.”

 

[SexyAmber]

(great great premise let me know if you need more demoness', until then I will watch eagerly)!

 

[White Queen]

OCC: I would love to take the role of a Demoness or slave girl...

 

[JamieFraser]

Young male falls into the succubus' thrall

:Young, nubile male target:
:Age: 21
:Hair and eyes: Brown
:5'10" -- 165 lbs, muscular
:Now fully sober and aroused

He gulped as she pressed against him, sensing danger yet overcome by the sexual power enveloping him, unable to resist. His cock was filling and aching with need, cramped in his jeans. His mind was searing and totally alert, fully focused on the sexuality of this minx now rubbing herself against him like a stray cat.

“Take me somewhere we can be alone, pet,” She whispered into his ear, her voice low-toned, sultry and seductive, causing pleasurable goose bumps to rise upon his skin, “and I promise you I shall give you a night you will never forget.”

Gasping, he nodded and gulped. "Of ... of course ... my apartment isn't much, but its right around the corner." He grew bold and slid his left arm around her waist and stole a stroke on her curvey derriere, giving a little pinch before sliding it up around her waist and guiding her with it toward his place, already digging into his jeans for the doorkey.

 

[yYnot]

ooc: volunteers are coming out of the woodwork for this one. add me to the list too, I guess. I'd be happy to be an assistant/flunky for any demoness - scouting new victims assisting however is needed. Minor demonette or human thrall doesn't matter. If you need me, just say so - I'll be reading the thread eagerly regardless.

 

[along came mary]

Fajera

By the time we reached his dwelling the drizzle had stopped, leaving the night clear and cold. A small brilliant moon hung high in the velvety violet-black sky, flooding the landscape with a soft incandescent light.

The corner of Fajera’s lips lifted in an amused grin as she watched him flounder with the lock. She leaned a finely boned shoulder against the side of the building, letting her moss green gaze sweep over him leisurely. She flicked the corner of her cloak back over one shoulder, revealing a succulent bare breast. The lush globe cradled in the cup of a scanty crimson lacy demi-bra. The serpentine curve of her wasp waist and sleek hip was accentuated by her stance. Hip thrust to the side, the smooth V of crimson lace visible of the thong she was wearing did little to mask but much to enhance and emblazoned promises yet to come.

She laid a hand against his chest and pushed the human back from the door, before unlocking it herself with one quick and precise twist.

She turned back to him with a seductive, predatory smile, full lips stretched over beautiful teeth. She reached forward, clasping his face between her hands. She pressed her lush heated-body against him, luminescent green eyes locked with his, pushing her power, her influence, her suggestion into him - filling his mind with lustful, licentious thoughts. Her attention and gaze flicked to his parted lips, followed by her mouth. Her tongue slipped to the fore and seared a scorching caress along his lower lip, before sliding into the recesses of his mouth for an impassioned kiss.

She broke off the kiss abruptly, eyes glowing as she took pleasure at his reaction - flushed and sweating from just a mere kiss, his lips still moist and parted from the recent removal of her own.

“Invite me inside.” She commanded, her voice sultry and strong – reverberating along his every nerve.

 

[JamieFraser]

Re: Fajera

:young, nubile male target:

“Invite me inside.” She commanded, her voice sultry and strong – reverberating along his every nerve. He obeyed.

"Ppplease, come in. You must be cold, wearing that ... that ... " He blushed and followed her in, snapping on the lights as she ranged about the cheaply furnished studio apartment. He saw her sneer at the blanket-covered couch and the unmade bed, the pizza boxes on the counter in the kitchenette. He began scurrying about, picking up and pulling covers straight, unable to do anything about the lingering scent of stale beer.

He suddenly stopped, a strange force dulling his concern over the appearance of the room. He felt his cock swelling, pulsing, and his breath coming faster, as if he were under the influence of that drug ... that Viagra stuff. He turned and looked at the woman he'd just invited in ... who was now reclining on the bed, stroking her thighs and staring at him, powerful waves of invisible heat coming off her, washing over him.

His cock strained and ached like it never had before ... he saw himself, as though disembodied, walking slowly toward the bed, unbuckling his belt and kicking off his scuffed loafers as he did. His vision began to wash pink as his pulse pounded in his ears, harder the closer he got to the bed and the woman on it, who was now writhing like some serpentine deamon, beckoning to him with sinuous fingers.

A beckoning he could not resist.

 

[Guest]

Hey, I'm in if any potentional succubi are looking for a helpless victim.

 

[along came mary]

Fajera - Demoness

Fajera had discarded her cloak and lay back against the bed. Her fiery mane flung out around her in stark contrast to the tousled white sheets, moving as if it had a life of its own.

Her hands roamed over her body, talented fingers drifting over full, ripe breasts, grazing over the swollen dusky rose tipped nipples. Her hands continued down along her flat stomach, sliding along her toned, parted thighs, before slipping beneath the lacy thong. The tips of her fingers glided between the slick, wet lips – delving into her honeyed depths.

Removing her glistening fingers, she held them aloft – beckoning to the young human.

“Come to me, my pet.” She purred to him, the fingers of her free hand curling, nails dragging from her knee along the length of her spread thighs. ‘Taste what I shall gift you with tonight.”

 

[Henry]

Is there room for another harmless and helpless human or maybe a demoness's confidente.

 

[JamieFraser]

Re: Fajera - Demoness

:young, nubile male target:

Removing her glistening fingers, she held them aloft – beckoning to the young human. “Come to me, my pet.” She purred to him, the fingers of her free hand curling, nails dragging from her knee along the length of her spread thighs. ‘Taste what I shall gift you with tonight.”

As in a trance, he dropped between her thighs, grasping her knees and falling on her fragrant sex with eager lips, his tongue lapping at the glistening juices as a hungry cat might drink milk, head twisting and turning, moaning and whimpering.

His cock, rock-hard, was actually tearing through the cloth of his briefs, now sopping with his precum. It throbbed with each beat of his heart, now pounding in his ears. He looked up at her face, lips and tongue still feasting on her sex, whimpering "What are you, what are you doing to me? I must fuck you, please, let me fuck you now, I am bursting."

He clawed up her body, fingers grasping her hard nipples, then reaching down and ripping away his own tattered shorts, releasing the throbbing cock now twitching and pulsing like some serpent. He tore away the lacy thong and rising up on his knees, grasped her around the waist and thrust his searing cock deep, deep into her gaping sex mouth with a throaty gasp as her firey flesh gripped and suckled it in.

 

[along came mary]

Fajera

Fajera moaned in ecstasy at the ministrations of the human’s talented tongue, writhing beneath him, her fingers curling in his hair, gripping him tightly.

"What are you, what are you doing to me? I must fuck you, please, let me fuck you now, I am bursting."

Her eyes flew open at his first deep thrust, a fine sheen of red seeped over the iris, eclipsing the previous green hue. A low growl rumbled from deep within her throat, as her hips thrust up to meet his pounding thrust. Her legs encircled him; strong thighs gripped him tightly as she levitated nearly a foot over the bed. She dragged him with her before flipping abruptly and dropping back to the bed, his back flat against it, her body poised above him, his throbbing shaft still sheathed deeply inside her wet, scorching walls.

“What am I?” Her crimson eyes glimmered wickedly as she smiled down at him, exposing a hint of fang. “You will soon see.” She snarled. Her hips rolled over his, gliding smoothly over his thick cock, her walls squeezing him tightly.

Her hands skimmed up over her body, her fingers transforming, the tips narrowing and lengthening into black as pitch talons. The dangerous looking digits disappeared into her wild mane, sliding through the flowing mane with ease.

She rolled her head back in pleasure as she milked his cock, her hips undulating, grinding against him. Two small points appeared on either side of her forehead, just at the line of her hair. They grew as he watched, pressing forward until they emerged from the skin – two small, perfectly curled black horns.

As his hips thrust up against her, she growled angrily, glaring down at him.

“If you release your seed before I am finished with you, I will make an end your pathetic little existence. Do not doubt me.”

As evidence to the fact and her ability, she lowered one black talon-tipped digit and placed it the small indention at the base of his neck. She drew it along the length of his chest with just the slightest of pressure, pausing at his navel. Tiny droplets of blood emerged from the thin scratch. Fajera licked her lips with anticipation before lowering her face and stroking up along the wound with her searing tongue, claiming every escaping crimson drop. The silhouette of dark wings emerging from her back engulfed both of them in its shadow. She paused by his ear and whispered, relishing the sharp metallic taste of his blood and fear on her tongue.

“Do I make myself absolutely clear, my pet? Do you understand who I am? I am your Mistress from now until eternity. The one you live for and will more than likely die for to please.”

 

[JamieFraser]

The captive thrall submits

:young, nubile male thrall:

"Do I make myself absolutely clear, my pet? Do you understand who I am? I am your Mistress from now until eternity. The one you live for and will more than likely die for to please."

He gasped, part from fear, part from the intensity of the milking her writhing sex was giving his bursting cock. "Oh my God, oh my God," he gasped, panicking. Through his mind flashed his situation. He lived alone. No job; the trust fund left by his parents' death meant he never need work. Rent and credit card bills automatically paid by the trustee. No girlfriend. College on intersession for three weeks, and he was a noted truant, a "trust fund baby."

He realized that no one, absolutely no one, would miss him for weeks. Months, maybe. "Oh my God, oh my God," he whimpered.

He strained to hold back his orgasm, rapidly building. A young, strong athlete, he played football in season and worked out constantly. He thanked God he'd jacked off in the shower this morning, or he'd have shot on her thighs before getting into her.

He realized that her taloned hand gripped him at the back, her fingers over his spine. He felt a pulse of bio-electrical energy penetrating his spine, the sort of feeling you get when you put your tongue across a flashlight battery gap. With each pulse, his hips snapped, driving his cock hard into this ... this sex monster's snapping, writhing cunt. Her sex was streaming silvery strands of slippery snake-like stuff that spread over his balls and thighs and streamed between his ass cheeks. The stuff seemed to stimulate him more, like Ben-Gay would, or that deep heat rub. But it wasn't a "heat" heat ... it was a sex heat, driving his cock to swell with blood, his vision to cloud, his heart to pound in his ears like a trip hammer.

As she lifted him, levitating off the bed, his shoulders and head fell back, his legs almost paralyzed across the tangled sheets. She raised his snapping hips up, so that his steely cock and engorged balls were the highest point in his body, totally possessed by this snarling, snapping demoness using his sex for her sole and evil pleasure. He was afraid. Very afraid.

Yet he held his seed, moaning and aching for release.

And deep, deep beneath his fear, not wanting it to end. Wanting this to be his life forever, as long as his Mistress found him desireable, to serve her needs in eternity.

"Yes, Mistress. Take me. I am yours until you wish to cast me down. Just don't stop. Oh, don't stop." His eyes rolled back in his head as her free hand dropped to the base of his cock and squeezed it tightly, trapping more blood in the searing shaft, and redoubled the wringing, as her engorged labia wriggled and rippled with each stroke of his slave cock.

"Don't stop!"

 

[along came mary]

Fajera

A cruel smirk creased her full lips. “Don’t stop.” He pleaded. He had yet to realize she had only just begun.

She rode him and rode him well. Her hips expertly rolling over his pulsating cock, her slim flingers curled around the base, squeezing, feeling him swell further within her. She moaned and writhed over him, pushing her hips down against his, grinding her pearl-like clit against her own hand as she continued to grip him.

His hands traveled up over her flat abdomen, along her ribs and cupped her breasts, talented fingers plucked and twisted at her taunt nipples. Her startled gaze flew to him as she cried out. The walls of her pussy tightened around his cock pleasurably, the walls siphoning his thick, aching shaft – drenching his shaft and balls with her own pulsating orgasm.

She had thought him like the others, far to fearful to even try to participate – to even make the feeblish attempt to try to arouse her. Normally she hated surprises, but this… this she found delightful.

Her free hand slid across and behind one sleek, smooth hip, over the lush curve of her ass, only to caress his slick sac with the back of her talon-tipped fingers. She watched his eyes fly open in sadistic glee, his eyes mirroring fevered lust and fear. The wicked sharp nails teasingly skimmed along the tightened skin, before cupping him in her hand and squeezing him slightly.

“Cum, my pet. I shall allow your release.” She cooed to him, her hips rolling over him still.

 

[JamieFraser]

Thrall Permitted

:Young, nubile male thrall:

His lust overcame his fear, as his hands traveled up over her flat abdomen, along her ribs and cupped her breasts, his eager fingers plucked and twisted at her taunt nipples, drawing from her a startled chortle.

“Cum, my pet. I shall allow your release.” She cooed to him, her hips rolling over him still.

He groaned as her pinchers hold at the base of his cock relaxed, and his sperm sacs spasmed, shooting firey streams of semen down his shaft, his gasps coming with each pulse, draining his entire reserve of energy deep into the witch's grasping sex. As she milked him dry through a second, a third, and a final explosive stream, his vision faded as a galaxy of stars appeared before his eyes and he passed out, as if his entire soul had been sucked through his penis into her hungry maw.

He collapsed, unconscious, like a big rag doll, dangling by his cock from her groin, clutched in her hands and enveloping thighs, his hands sliding down her breast and falling splayed onto the tangled bedsheet, his world a floating sea of tingling blackness.

 

[along came mary]

Fajera - Merciful succubus

She stretched languidly as she stood above him, watching his naked unconscious form as he slept. He had pleased her well, better than what she had expected. It had come as a nice surprise. The corners of her lips quirked upwards at the slight pun; her own release had definitely been a surprise, an enjoyable one at that.

She leaned over the bed, the backs of her fingers following the streak of the angry, crimson gash she had made along the length of his chest. Her hand traveled farther down, trailing along the slim line of dark curly hair. The flat of her palm slid over his cock, fingers curling around the shaft. He moaned in his sleep, his member twitched in against her skilled fingers – unconsciously his hips lifted toward her touch. She smiled as she released him and stepped back.

With a wave of her hand and murmured incantation, four horrifically ugly tiny imps appeared. Their demonic beady black eyes peered up to Fajera in awed reverence, awaiting her command.

“Bind him to the bed.”

The words no sooner left her mouth that the imps were a flurry of activity. They stretched his limp legs and arms toward each corner of the bed in spread-eagle fashion, restraining his limbs with strong, black silk rope. A cruel smile stretched her lips as she admired their work. With a wave of her hand, the imps disappeared in a flash of heat and smoky brimstone.

Her newest pet was going to be waking to yet another surprise. Considering who and what Fajera was - he should consider himself lucky to be given the privilege of resting, let alone waking, at all. “Let it not be said that I am completely merciless.” She murmured with a sinful grin as she stepped into the dark recess of a shadowy corner to await her pet’s recovery.

 

[JamieFraser]

Awakening to a New Reality

:young, nubile male thrall:

The fog in his mind parted slowly after he awoke with a start. His initial attempt to roll over, to rub his eyes, quickly made him know that he could not move. He turned his head to look and regretted it, a blinding pain in his head seared behind his eyes. "Woooh, quite the hangover." His vision cleared and he saw the satin rope on his right hand. Quickly he looked left, then picked his head up as far as he could and saw his ankles, also bound.

A wave of panic flushed through his body, and he became aware of a stinging across his chest. Craning his neck, he saw an angry red gash in his skin, and some dried blood that had been smeared across his chest. He peered around the room, dim and smoky. The scent was odd ... musky, and exotic. Cinnamon and other scents ... the scent of woman ... a woman in heat.

The memory of the moments before he passed out began to come to him in flashes ... the woman on the street ... her self-assuance at the door. He tried to remember. Her on the bed, stroking herself, beckoning to him ...

"Oh my God!" It flowed back to him now, like the irresistable rush of some warm torrent. The combination of fear and irresistable sexual hunger. And the ecstatic climax ... Did he really hang from her like a squirrel in the talons of a hawk, limp as a rag doll but for his bursting cock clutched in her crushing sex, her legs wrapped around him, pounding his hips tight against her as she rocked herself against him and milked him so dry it felt as if he was being turned inside out through his prick?

"Oh my God! Where is she now?" He began to struggle against the cords, but they were tight and left him no room to maneuver. He peered around the room, searching in the smoky gloom. "Where is she?" He froze. He saw her.

She was watching him, like a huge spider, not quite yet ready to feed, might watch a fly caught in her web. She was in the corner.

She was in the corner of the ceiling.

Like a cat, she was licking her own sex clean and smiling at him, then stopped and spoke. "Ah, you are awake. I'm glad. I am hungry for another feeding from your tasty little cock."

She dropped, weightlessly, from the ceiling and drifted toward him like a bird of prey, her shadow blocking out the light as she settled onto his body, her legs spreading as she landed astraddle his hips, catching his limp cock in one hand and his balls in the other, her long nails digging into his flesh as she did.

 

[along came mary]

Fajera

Her full luscious lips stretched out over brilliant white teeth – her smile and eyes gleaming brightly within the darkness. She gracefully swept down from her refuge, landing soundlessly next to him. Her leathery wings folded to lie smoothly along her back. She stood next to him, still in her previous state of undress – confident in her nakedness. She climbed over his restrained body, hovering above him.

“Welcome back to the living, my precious.” She purred to him, her lustful gaze roaming over his naked body. Her mouth lowered – heated lips skimmed over his. She felt his response, the movement of his lips against hers, the stirring of his phallus against her thigh. Her sharp teeth nipped at his bottom lip, producing a small tear in the sensitive flesh. Peppery red blood welled from the small nick, whetting her appetite with its tantalizing taste. Her tongue eagerly dove into his mouth, kissing him deeply. A low tortured moan rumbled from deep in his throat as he pulled furtively at his bonds.

Fajera leaned back, smiling wantonly as she ran her hands along the length of his taut arms.

“Are you hungry, my pet?” She queried, her voice sultry and deceptively sweet. She half-climbed half-hovered over him as she moved up his body. Her swollen dusky nipples grazed along his chest before she rose to a sitting position, the engorged puffy lips of her sex poised over his mouth. Her scintillating scent swept over him, filling his nostrils with the scent of cinnamon and honey.

“Feed, my precious. Satisfy me and I will see to your bodily sustenance.”

 

[JamieFraser]

Feeding the Thrall

He groaned at the restraint, aching from the exertions of last night, yet his body responded to her touch. As she bit his lip and suckled down his blood, he felt a burning flow through his spine and center in his loins. His cock began to swell again, despite his fear of this ... monster. He wanted her, he wanted to be in her again, in her always. Yet he was so weak, so faint, so hungry.

His nostrils flared at her scent, hot, firey, cinnamon and butter and other things he couldn't place. Her rippling sex lips came closer and closer to his mouth, her hot thighs framing them, her hands coaxing him to feed on her.

He closed his eyes and licked and suckled at the hot juices that flowed from her. They warmed his mouth and throat, as his strength returned. His lust redoubled, his mouth worked her sex and clit harder and faster. His cock rose and began pulsing again, throbbing, as her essence fired his brain and pushed his heart faster.


He gasped and cried "Mistress, how may I serve you now?"

 

[Lustyoo]

New Character

OOC: Men Hurry up we have a few demonesses in waiting and no men *pout*



Name: Adel
Age: 823 but looks 24 (hey I'm a demoness)
Looks: Red hair, long and curled. Green eyes when aroused my green eyes become incredibly green and luminous. Fair skin, 5*6.
Demoness: There are lots of different demoness so I thought I'd specify. This demoness's victims *evil laugh* are those who do wrong. She punishes and exhausts them with sex. She does have sex for the pleasure alone and has kept human slaves over the centuries but her last one died.

 

[Henry]

The name is Henry and id love to be take by a demoness - use me the way she wants to treat me

Age: 29
Sex: Male
Skin Colour: White

Nature: harmless - totally harmless and happy to please.