The Puzzle Box (closed for HotKittygirl)

[NotShyGuy]

Jin Mantrell: 22 years old. Average height and in good shape with light brown hair and hazel eyes

It was a hot autumn day and after coming to his room after day of classes, Jin reached for the puzzle box again. He had found the box late one night in the school library, behind a dust-covered book on the pyromancers of Saudi Arabia that looked like it hadn't been checked out in decades.

Roughly the size of a shoebox, the exterior was made of beautifully hand-carved wood and it was obvious that a great amount of care and skill had gone into its making. While searching for a keyhole, he had discovered that the small tiles on the top moved, like one of those sliding tile puzzles he had played with as a kid, but this was far larger and more complex. To make it more difficult, he had no idea of what the end picture was supposed to look like.

The challenge nagged at him. There had to something inside. 'Why make it so hard to open if it's empty?' he thought to himself. Rather than studying, he absentmindedly shifted around some of the tiles. He had been at this for a few weeks now and was no closer to solving it, but it was useful for killing time.

But today, looking at the box, Jin suddenly had an idea. He quickly snapped a picture with his camera, before opening it up in Photoshop. A few minutes later, he had cut the picture up, and now that was he no longer restricted to moving just one tile at a time, the image quickly began to form. The edges were the most difficult, being mostly a series of geometric patterns, but the center formed the picture of a woman's face, and quite a beautiful one at that.

With the final image at hand, he began the slow process of actually solving the puzzle, which turned out to be harder said than done. He hit several dead ends and was forced to start over several times. It was well past midnight, with dinner long forgotten, when he finally slid the last tile into place, and heard the soft click of a lock from inside before gently opening the lid.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Inside the small box where several trinkets and items, at first glance mostly non-descript and innocuous; a locket without a chain, a old and partially obscured picture of a beautiful woman from the Victorian era held within. There was a golden tooth, old and broken with most of the root missing. Beside it was a small vial filled with a viscous, translucent fluid and what appeared to be a tiny cat eye. The last item was actually a creature, or at least the husk of one, a rather large specimen of some type of wasp or hornet.

They all seemed an odd assortment of items, nothing special, nothing obviously magically, but curious nonetheless. It wasn’t until the lid was drawn fully back that anything interesting at all happened. It started as a low hum, a gentle reverberation that seemed to come from the box and yet at the same time the entire room. The pitch grew and grew until it became a low groan, the pressure of the commotion causing the items within the box to tremble and shake about. With the nose came an undeniable warmth, the well worn wood of the box grew hot to the touch and would soon be all but unbearable to hold for long. Still the sound grew, the trembling groan rose into a anguished wail as a sudden gust of wind tore through Jin’s chambers and sent loose papers and scrolls flying about. All too soon a whirlwind of dust and debris swirled from the confines of the box and erupted forth with a foul, arcane energy. The aura of energy throbbed like that of a heartbeat, only to grow oppressive and demonic, at least to those trained to detect such things. Arcs of lightning flashed within the whirling vortex and for just a moment highlighted a vaguely humanoid shape.

With each flash it grew and solidified until a pair of fiery eyes flickered in existence, a hint of sentience and something else glimmered within. The anguished wail rose into a thundering scream, like someone crying out from the very bottom of their soul for sweet release. There was an undeniable sensation of something clawing its way out, into this existence where it did not belong. Yet there was no turning back no, the picture had been assembled and the lid opened; she was finally free!

How long had it been? Mere seconds, days, weeks, centuries, it all felt the same to here, so much so it had driven her to the brink of insanity. That was why she screamed now, the sensation of reality was almost too much to bear, it was like ones whole body falling asleep only to have the sensation of icy pins and needles from head to toe.

But with the scream she gained a sense of being, her mind returned to her and she vaguely remembered who she was, what she was. The wind picked up briefly before it came to a sudden stop with a bright flash of infernal light; the swirling light and lightning replaced by the frame of something…someone.

There she stood, a creature of undeniable beauty. Her body was tall and slender, sleek and svelte and perfectly shaped. Every inch of her was superlative, just a mere glance would sent a pang of desire coursing through that person. Yet as perfect as that defined figure was, there was something fundamentally wrong about it. Her skin was a lurid and vivid crimson, with an almost reflective quality to it like supple leather. Her fingers terminated in long, sharp claws that were blackened near the tips, fading back to the red of her flesh near her knuckles. A thick and lively tail swished and snapped out behind that firm backside and shapely hips, several ridges flaring up along its length. Two small wings arched proudly from her shoulder blades, though they seemed far too small to provide the lift for actual flight. The membrane within was a deeper red, thin veins of black cascading throughout it.

Those fiery orbs had coalesced into vivid eyes that shimmered with every color imaginable and none at all; they held an undeniable anger and hunger within. Her visage was perfectly sculpted like her frame, beautiful beyond imagining and comprehension. Wide, full lips twitched before they parted and revealed small fangs, over which a unnaturally long tongue flicked out over as she let out a rumbling murmur of hunger. Her ears were wide and elongated, more like an elf than human. All about her head loomed her short mane, which seemed to defy gravity and rise into the air about her. It was multi-hued, orange and red and white and seemed to ripple with each movement of her head, as if it were really fire.

“Hhhnn—“ She began, her voice came as a moan as her gaze flickered about and focused upon the man before her. Her face contorted with rage and desire, seemingly equal amounts as her sleek muscles rippled as she took a single step from her place above the box.

 

[NotShyGuy]

At first glance, the contents of the box had seemed ordinary enough, though the vial and husk were a bit out of place. Had it not been for the fact that he had stayed up far too long trying to solve the puzzle, he might have recognized them as spell components. He pushed the lid all the way back, meaning to take out and observe the trinkets inside, but it seemed that the box had other ideas.

A gentle, but deep, rumble filled his room, and he could feel it inside his chest, a low powerful bass that was steadily growing louder. Jin dropped the box, now burning hot to the touch, on the ground, putting his hands over ears as the sound became as loud as a speeding train. A swirling vortex of dark energy suddenly engulfed the box, cutting him off from the door. He briefly considered jumping out of his window, but it was an 8 story drop onto a stone floor, there was no way he could survive the fall.

Jin could something beginning to form within the vortex and wondered if death might be the better alternative.

The sound was growing louder, to the point where he actually began to feel nauseous but with a jarring suddenness, the noise stopped. The room was mess, loose papers, books, and clothing littered the floor, but Jin could not tear his eyes away from drinking in the creature that now stood above the puzzle box. A creature of such intense, otherworldly beauty that even the clear marks of her fiendish origins did nothing to deter the ache of desire in his chest.

Her moan sent a tingle up his spine, but when she took a step towards him, Jin instinctively took a step back, though he immediately stepped forward again, not wanting to show fear. Calling for help was pointless. If nobody had heard what was going on by now, no one was going to hear him. He was on his own.

"Alright, what the hell is going on here?!" he said, shouting the words to calm his rattling nerves.

 

[HotKittygirl]

She felt the ache of his desire like a sudden breeze on wet skin. It called to her, a sweet whisper of nourishment, that she had been so long without. That caused her frame to tense, her stomach to cramp, as if she hadn't eaten in weeks. Of course, it wasn't very far from the truth at all; mortal desire was her currency, her sustenance. Being a creature from the infernal plans, she had no real reason to consume food as a mortal would, if anything she was a psychic vampire, feeding on the particular intense emotions, namely lust and desire.

The tip of her tongue slithered out over those oh-so-kissable lips, moistening them and running out over a delicate fang once more before laughed. It was a deep, throaty purr of sound, which caused those multi-hued eyes to shimmer a sudden and vivid green for a brief moment.

“An appropriate term,” She said softly, her tone a mix of curious accents, making her words thick and exotic. The vestigal wings twitched and fluttered briefly as she moved, a slow, confident stride that sent her shapely hips swaying from side to side. She took but one step and somehow still managed to close the distance between them. Her right hand rose and fell palm first upon his chest, a gentle prick of her blackened talons poked at him through his shirt.

“What in the hell is going on? Don't you want to find out?” She purred lowly, a wide, cheshire cat grin lingering upon her full lips as she leaned in. “You like what you see, hm? Go ahead...touch me...I'm real...lemme show you just how real I can be...”

Her words dripped with sensuality, but there was no denying the underlying hunger in her tone, of the look in those flickering eyes. Her hand trailed down over his chest and abdomen, drifting lower and lower before she let out a little gasp of a moan. “Let's just see what surprises you have for me...”

 

[NotShyGuy]

His knowledge of demons, and it was clear that despite how lovely this creature looked, she was most certainly a demon, was rudimentary at best. His only lessons on them had been how to recognize them and to avoid them at all costs, as he couldn't hope to combat them on his own at his current level.

Unfortunately, there had been no lessons on what to do when escape was impossible.

One moment, she had been on the far side of the room, and the next, she was right in front of him, her hand pressing against his chest. His heart was pounding against his chest and her hand, whether in fear or arousal, or both, he couldn't decide. The sting of her talons through his shirt were a sharp reminder of the potential dangers that lurked here, but as her hand traveled further down, his mind just as quickly forgot. It only took moments for him to grow hard under her grasping hand.

Jin's hand reached out, drawn by the irresistible force of his desire, cupping the lush swell of her breasts. There was a sensual heat to her skin that seemed to travel right up his arm and down into his core, fanning the flames of his lust for this unknown creature.

With her leaning in so close to him, he gave in to his curiosity and pressed his lips against hers in a sudden kiss, moaning as he found her full lips to be just as impossibly soft as they looked. Everything about her body defied reality, yet here she was before him, their hands roaming each other's bodies.

 

[HotKittygirl]

So easily he fell under her sway, that in itself made her moan lewdly in delight. His touch was welcoming, the first touch in such a very long time. It sent a tingle through her frame, solidifying her into reality further. Her breasts were ample and firm, only a little more than a handful. Pert nipples of a darker crimson hardened instantly under his wandering touch, the fiend arched her back and pressed them flush against with eager abandon.

“That's it,” She cooed softly, savoring the touch, but more so the building desire that radiated from this mortal like heat from flame. She too radiated a palpable heat, much more than just body heat, more of a smoldering energy from just underneath her skin. He would find ever bit of flesh just as soft, just as firm as he had found her breasts; the word perfection simply didn't sum up this fiendish beauty. She was everything and more, that look upon her face had a way of simply sending a mortal into a fit of lustful frenzy.

And so it appeared with this one that he too could not resist, going so far as to lean in for a sudden and desperate kiss. Those lips were soft and silken, supple and so delicious to taste. There was a sweetness to it, like ripened strawberries, though there was an undeniable spiciness to it as well, along with a savoring burn as if one bit into a hot pepper. He was hooked now, with a eager and alluring moan she pressed her lips flush against his own, taking but a moment to let them linger before her lips parted and that pink muscle flicked out over his bottom lips, begging for entrance within. Her gaze remained open, two pools of multicolored flames that lingered upon his face. She drew back ever so lightly, yet her tongue remained for a brief moment before she spoke once more in a throaty purr. “Will you fuck me? I need you...deep inside me...hard...fast...pounding against me...Fuck me, now...”

Her words were more of a command than anything. One hand was upon the front of his pants and those vicious, blackened claws easily sliced through the material. She didn't so much as open them as shred the bindings into pieces, letting them drop where they may as she sought her prize. Her fingers were long and delicate, despite the sharp nature of her nails. All too gingerly they wrapped about his exposed girth, offering an urgent squeeze before she offered one fluid stroke from base to tip; a lover's touch, the touch of one who knew his body better than even himself.

 

[NotShyGuy]

His lips parted as her tongue brushed against his lips, eagerly granting her entrance. Their tongues clashed, sensually wrestling as his hands groped her breasts more firmly, rubbing the stiff peaks of her nipples before she pulled away, leaving a sweet, burning heat on his lips that left him hungry for more. His breathing was heavy, his body needed more oxygen to stoke the fires inside of him.

Her words were a plea, an invitation, but they carried all the force of a command. Her claws shred his clothing as if they were paper with such a fine degree of control they left his skin untouched. Rather than fear, Jin felt arousal as her talons exposed his length, her fingers squeezing and stroking him like a practiced lover, eliciting a moaned gasp of pleasure. He needed to be inside of her.

He reversed their positions, lifting her up by her thighs and pressing her back against the wall. Spreading her legs open, he unceremoniously plunged into her. He involuntarily gasped, "Oh god..." as he pressed himself to the hilt inside of her. She was wetter and tighter than any woman he had been with before, but above all else was the scorching heat that surrounded his girth. When he withdrew, the outside air was chilly by comparison and he thrust back inside, into the fire that seemed both sensual and ravenous all at once.

His body began to move, artlessly pounding against the fiend in a hard and fast rhythm. There was no tenderness or romance in his movements, only lust, pure and unadulterated. The lewd sound of their bodies slapping against each other filled the room, and Jin kissed her again, his tongue darting out to meet hers. He could feel her hard nipples press against him through his shirt, dragging against his chest as her body rose and fell under the force of his thrusts. He rammed himself into this beautiful, mysterious creature with an animal ferocity he had never felt before. Another part of him had taken over and he couldn't resist it even if he tried.