The Devil in Mrs. Jones Casting Call

[SuthernCumfort]

The Devil in Mrs. Jones (Open to all)

Jenna Jones was the respectable townsperson. She went to church, she lived alone, worked a no end job and ate the same things all the time.

She had needs. She wanted change and came upon that change one night on her way home from church.

She had been down on her luck lately and was praying for a sign. We have all done it, something a little pick me up. Here, at her door step was a man, (Your own creation) looking lost, searching for something. He was injured she could see that.

It would be a night Jenna would soon regret and never forget.


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All characters welcome.

Searching for one man to play the Devil. Your own creation. Has to look human in the flesh yet under the covers of darkness he is what he is.
Please post all character ideas here, and when I get it ready, we will be off and running

 

[RockYourWorld]

Dear Ms.Suthern...

Please let me know what you think of my introduction of the Devil character in your exciting new Literotica Role Play.

Thank you,

RYW
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This time, he would call himself Morgan Caldwell. A name that sounded like it had history, tradition and strength, which of course he had, because of who he was. As always, though, and as it had always been since that day in the desert, it was all lies, deceit, and deception. How he loved that, and fed off of it.

He was powerless of course without willing accomplices within the human race. Their souls were such cheap little things. If even one person actually stopped to realize this fully, actually understand how pathetic and worthless humans really were, he was convinced that the entire race would just fade away instantly, just due to the realization conjured up by that one person’s thoughts. But that had not happened over these thousands of years. These worthless skin bags of blood and bone continued to fool themselves into thinking that they actually mattered.

Usually, that worked in his favor. The battle for their souls was one he continued to score repeated victories generation after generation. This time, however, he had come across someone –something – that had been able to pierce the human flesh he had inhabited as Morgan Caldwell. He cursed this development. Perhaps he should have taken on a stronger appearance. He had made himself tall, but somewhat slender. Dark, dark brown hair, with deep brown eyes. His beard, neatly trimmed, had the effect of accenting the color in those deep eyes. That, he had thought at the time, was good. Morgan often gathered more souls when his prey looked in his eyes.

But maybe he had miscalculated. Who was this that had approached him, touched him without speaking, and was actually able to cut Morgan with some kind of blade? Morgan wasn’t worried. He couldn’t die. But he didn’t like pain, these "bodies" were so weak!

He could solve this himself, eventually, but instead decided to use his new vulnerability to enrich himself again. There in front of him, he knew, was the door of Jenna Jones. He knew that when he knocked, she would answer. And he knew that when he said he was hurt, she would let him in. He had seen it all for so long, it almost bored him. But when the sweet Ms. Jones opened her door and looked into his deep brown eyes, the thrill of the chase and the capture came alive within him again.

“Can you help me, ma’am?” said Morgan. “I…I…I’m afraid I’ve been hurt.”

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Your most welcome to play my demon, my devil Rock. I think you know about perversions and being a pervert so I have no doubts you can fulfill some of the twisted things she feels hidden inside her.

If you like, we shall continue posting here instead of another individual thread.

All other interested players welcome as there will be need for other demons and other morally challenged people in her life.

 

[RockYourWorld]

I guess this is where I say something about you being Spunky!

I'd be happy to be your devil, and yes, let's keep it going here.

IC: Morgan turns a yearning look to the warm interior of your home, wobbling a bit at the doorway, as if his strength is leaving him, and he is soon to collapse. Surely she won't leave me out here in the cold, injured.....SURELY she won't do that, Morgan thought with an inward smile....

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Jenna could not. She instantly felt comapssion and sympathy for this man. Someone she had never met, yet she felt an instant need to help, to hold and to care for.

"You should not be out in this weather, by any means. You will catch your death of a cold. OH!! Your bleeding!! Please, come in let me help you" she said. Ignorant to the thoughts running through his mind, she allowed him access to her home.

Her first mistake.