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Post originally by Character_Kisa Le Fey "Hey kitten. Listen, have a seat. There's a few things I've got to tell you. Let me just start by saying--a lot can happen in a couple weeks--"Those were the words every woman dreads. “We need to talk.” Such a greeting never boded well for anyone. This time, however, she had her own news to tell so the instant dread she felt at his words doubled. If he was considering ending their fledgling relationship what she had to tell him would only hasten that decision. She had rehearsed her speech all the way from Avalon, exactly how she would explain to him what had happened, and her mind had graciously played out every horrific possible out come. For all she knew this may be her very last night among the Desiderio save for her sister, Sadia. Along with her planning had been a lot of praying to the Gods that he would still want her after she told him what had occurred during her three weeks back on Avalon but with his words upon her arrival she felt her stomach sink. So much for the power of prayer.
His hand extended to caress her cheek, the now familiar cloud of cigarette smoke engulfing her as he neared. Instinctively she turned into the caress of his hand, her head nudging his hand affectionately before she turned to place a kiss to his palm. Inhaling slowly she wrapped herself in his scent and though she knew the talk they were about to have would not be pleasant for either of them, she felt herself relaxing as his scent filled her senses.
”I’ve missed you Nio..”
The words whispered from her lips before she was even aware of what she was going to say. Regardless of what they were about to tell each other, she cared for him a great deal and had missed being with him. Realizing she could not delay the inevitable she pulled back and, offering him a weak smile, she moved to the side of the bed and sank down onto the mattress, the dark violet organza of her ankle length skirt billowing around her as she settled. It was then that she allowed her gaze to wander about the room she had become very familiar with during her time here. There was something different, nothing obvious really, just the subtle little touches that let the casual observer know that a woman lives in the space. None of her belongings had been moved in so she knew that the hair brush with what looked like purple and blue strands of hair sitting on the dresser wasn’t hers. Neither was the black dress and purple stockings folded neatly on the end of the bed, nor the closet full of feminine clothing that she could see through the slight crack in the armoire.
She wasn’t a fool; she had never expected Antonio to confine himself to one woman. The very nature of his race would hinder that as his father’s harem and Akuma’s past actions could attest. Still, it was obvious that he had moved another woman in in her absence and with a gentle sigh her head lowered to gaze at her hands. She wasn’t angry, there were no commitments between them, they had not professed undying love for one another though she knew she cared for him a great deal, and they had never decided to be exclusive. It was that little fact that she was quick to remind herself of considering the events that had occurred for her over the last few weeks.
Unbidden, the memories of the ritual she had been chosen to participate in flooded her thoughts. The warmth of the summer night as the other Priestesses drew the intricate ritual designs in blue woad over every inch of her body before covering her face with the ornate crown like mask made of hammered silver with strings of peridot and onyx that fell along the sides of her face and twined with her hair. The mask hid all but her lips and eyes, and that was all of her body that would be hidden that night, before they escorted her to the stone circle and the alter in its center where she was greeted by He who had been chosen to represent the Horned Lord. She had balked initially, afraid it would anger Antonio if she welcomed another man, even if it was for the purpose of ritual. In the end though, no Priestess denies her responsibility to the Great Goddess and that night the presence of the Goddess had filled her spirit just as the man aspecting the Horned Lord had filled her body.
Turning her cat’s eyes towards Antonio she offered him a gentle smile. How could she be angry with him when she had accepted another man? The fact that it was for ritual would mean nothing to those who did not understand devotion to the Gods, but she would fess up and face whatever consequences came of it. Even if he could forgive her, would he even want her now that there was another woman in the picture? Would the other woman even accept it? Finally she spoke, her soft brogue filling the silent room as she held out her right hand as though asking him to join her.
"Come Nio...tell me whats on your mind.”
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Post originally by Character_AntonioThey hadn't been exclusive to one another. It wasn't that he was against the idea of monogamy, just that being an incubus made such promises really difficult to keep. Not to mention that Kisa was in fact a sidhe. Like all felines she experienced a time of sexual necessity. In his mind it would be wrong to demand that she stay faithful to him, knowing that it would cause her both mental and physical stress until she was able to relieve the built up tension. The same went for him. Being an incubus meant that he had to rely on lust and passion to keep himself healthy. What if Kisa was asked to stay with her mother longer than expected? To sit there and let himself grow weaker and weaker just wouldn't be a smart idea. So, while they may be intimate with eachother--they weren't devoted. The both of them were allowed to take other people into their bed. But, that didn't mean there had to be any secrets. Even if they weren't an exclusive couple, he wouldn't keep anything from her.She moved into the room and soon offered her his hand. As his fingers touched against her skin, the unmistakable sensation of post-passion was given off. Some might call it an empathic connection, but it was the only regard in which an incubus could "see" into the past. There was no mental image, more so just a feeling. She'd slept with someone else, and with the smirk that moved over his lips, she would be able to see that he knew; before she even told him, he knew. There was no anger or hurt in his eyes, just a look of amusement. Whoever she'd been with had to have been pretty good, at least that's the impression he got from touching her. As he moved to where she was, he lifted her hand and kissed it softly. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel guilty about anything she'd done."I missed you too, beautiful. As for what's on my mind--"Taking a seat at the foot of the bed, he took one final drag off his cigarette before rubbing it out in the ashtray. His now free hand wrapped around her hip and ushered her onto his lap. Once she was settled he let go of her hand so that he could lock his fingers loosely around her waist."I don't need to tell you that someone else has been staying here. She just kind of..came out of the blue. See, back when I was still at the university, my old teacher asked me to help him with a really complex creationist spell. I'd thought that we were just making a golem, and since he'd said that it would be next to impossible to pull off, I didn't ask questions. I just dove in--"As his palms ran along her side, he let his fingers slide over her hip and thigh, caressing her intimately while she nestled down onto his lap. Suddenly he leaned back, his hands moving a little higher on her body so that she was guided down with him and laid on his chest. He could see why whoever the person was that she'd slept with had gone such lengths to leave an impression. She certainly was lovely."-anyway. What actually ended up being created was a fully conscious, fully self-aware being. Before I even had a chance to study and understand what I'd done, my teacher ran off with her, and I didn't think any more of it. Come to find out that not long after they left, she'd been kidnapped, used as an assassin, and just left to figure things out for herself."In his expression it was easy to see that he felt remorse for what'd happened. Not so much creating Rain, but not having been there for her. He should've asked more questions while she was being made, rather than just letting his need to achieve overrule his better judgment. With a soft sigh, he continued speaking. "She came here with the intent to kill me, and somehow, once we got passed the whole wanting me dead part, we hit it off pretty well. Her name's Rain. Maybe you've seen her? Rainbow colored hair? Kind of short? Big chested? Thick a..."Lifting his head to glance over her shoulder and eye her own ass, he just grinned softly, giving it an affectionate pat, followed by an intimate little squeeze."Yeah, you know where I'm going with this. Well--since she doesn't have any family, and since I'm the one who pretty much brought her to life, it was only right that I took her in. She's kind of been walking blind for a long time, so she deserves to have someone there for her. Someone who understands who she is and where she comes from. She'll be back here tomorrow--but, it's up to you if you want to stay. I'd like you to, but, I know it's not easy for some people to handle a three-person situation."Just because he was all right with it didn't mean she would be. Besides, maybe the person she'd been with was someone she wanted to form something lasting with. If she wanted to move on to a traditional relationship he wouldn't hold her back, but inside a part of him hoped that that wasn't the case. It hoped she wanted to stay. With his fingers locked at the small of her back he leaned his head down against the bed so that he could look up at her."So, what about you? What's your news?"
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Post originally by Character_Kisa Le FeyHe took her outstretched hand and the moment their skin touched she could feel the shadow of the passion experienced the night of the ritual rise up within her, responding to the natural call of passion emitted by most Incubi. Her eyes widened a fraction in surprise as her gaze met his, the soft smirk on his lips and look to his eyes revealing that yes, he did in fact know she had given herself to someone else, and he wasn’t angry or upset about it. That alone allowed some of the tension that had built up within her during her trip back to the Empire to ease. When he raised her hand to his lips and kissed her skin she sighed gently, the last of the tension leaving her.
He moved to sit next to her, his hand sliding around her back to grip her hip so he could pull her into his lap. Only too happy to accommodate she scrambled into his lap and snuggled against his chest, her head falling to rest on his shoulder as he began to speak. She had expected something along the lines of “I met this chick and we fucked” but instead she got a story about his life back at the University, about a woman who had been created from magic. Something about what he was saying tugged at a faint memory but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it and when he lay back on the bed her attention turned to easing her self down next to him, her body nestling into his side as her right arm and leg sprawled across him.
She could see the guilt in his eyes as he spoke of the girl’s circumstances and instinctively her right hand slid up his chest to caress his cheek soothingly. He was a good man and would never have left her to fend for herself had he known and though she did not interrupt him she hoped her gentle touch would offer some solace. He continued to explain the circumstances of this woman’s creation and how she came to be here, a flash of anger showing in her cats green eyes when he mentioned she had come initially to kill him, but as he was obviously alright and held no ill will against the girl she settled back against him until she was nearly purring with contentment.
It was that contentment which almost caused her to miss his next words. He was describing the woman, commenting that she might know her. When she heard the words “rainbow colored hair” she shot up at his side, her left hand bracing her on the bed as her right continued to rest upon his chest. She knew exactly who he was talking about and could only gape at him until his words came to a halt. When he had finally silenced she let her surprise, no, her down right shock, shine through in her gaze as she spoke.
”Rainbow Prism? You are speaking about Rainbow Prism? Aye I know her...I mean. She belongs to Akuma, doesn’t she? Or she did..”
Her words faltered as she tried to digest the information, her brogue thickening in her obvious surprise. Last she had known, Rain was still blindly devoted to Akuma, in spite of his extracurricular activities, of which she was one. Now Rain was here, bound to Antonio, and he was the one who had created her no less. It was a lot to take in but she didn’t seem overly upset with who the other woman was. Not upset at all, actually. Granted, there was that moment of very feline possessiveness, but she was not your average feline. She was a cait sidhe, of the fey first and foremost, and the fey were rarely monogamous, their passions running to wild for that. The fact that the feline within her went into a phase of sexual need did not help.
Realizing that she had been staring at him blankly she smiled sheepishly and tucking a golden strand behind her ear she nodded again, as if unsure of her ability to speak and make sense all at the same time.
”Aye love, I know her. You knew I was with another incubus before you, but you never asked who. I know her because Akuma and I were lovers once. She also befriended Lord Maniacal and would spend time with us both when Akuma was distracted by the Princess.”
Words failed her at that point. She had not spoken much of her history within the Empire. She did not wish people to remember her as nothing more than Maniacal’s submissive. The affair with Akuma had never been planned. He had come upon her during her season and being an incubus had been more then ready to help with the problem. He had been kind to her but she knew, deep down, that it would take a special woman indeed to cause him to be monogamous and during the time that Rain had spent with her and Maniac she had grown fond of the girl, had felt sorry for her as well.
Through all of this she had not missed his words about hoping she would want to stay with him, with them. Straightening her position she eased her body over until she was straddling his hips, seated comfortably with her ass nestled against his groin. Again that feline part of her wanted to claim him all for her own, but that was possessiveness, vanity, and she doubted he would be able to choose her if she demanded it of him. He was Rain’s creator, regardless of who he was with they would be bonded for the rest of their lives, and she couldn’t deny Rain that.
More then that though, she had been considering this very situation during the last three weeks. Her mother had chosen her visit to speak to her about her feelings for Antonio. Nimue could see that Kisa was falling for Nio, hard, and was afraid she would be hurt much as Nimue had been by Morlis. Nimue had been unable to accept the needs of an incubus and in the end her heart had been broken and their marriage ended. Even now Nimue was still desperately in love with Morlis but could not allow herself to share her man. Looking at her mother she had considered her own situation. Was being with Antonio worth sharing him? Yes, Yes it was. She would rather be with him and share her life with him and Rain then to be without him.
He had asked about her news. Well, it was only fair that she tell him before giving her answer. He knew she had slept with someone else, but given the circumstances, and the fact it might not be the last time she was called on to do it, he should receive the same courtesy in deciding on whether or not he would be able to accept that.
”You’ve been on Avalon long enough to be familiar with the Great Rite, aye? I went home for the feast of Lughnasadh. Usually this is not a holiday that calls for such sexual rites, but there were concerns that the harvest was going to fail them. It was decided by the Elders to perform this Rite in the hopes that the fruits of the Goddess would come to bare during the second harvest. It was decided by them that I would be the Priestess to drawn down the Goddess.”
She paused a moment, allowing him to digest her words as well as forming how to explain the rest of it. Hands that had braced on his chest as she spoke began to knead his flesh gently, the action completely subconscious on her part but it seemed to calm her and help her think. The reason he had felt such a sudden rush of passion when he touched her no doubt was due in part to the fact that the man in question was not simply that man. That man had called down the Horned Lord into himself as much as she had called down the Great Goddess. She did not even know his identity, his face hidden just as her own had been, so she held no desire to rush off to have a relationship with him when she did not even know who he was. His identity did not matter. In that moment they were not Kisa and Random Man #1, they were the Goddess of Sovereignty and the Horned Lord.
”I wasn’t sure about doing it at first, honestly. I didn’t know if agreeing to it would cause you anger or hurt, or even to leave me all together. I agreed for the well being of the people the Order protects and for the call of the Goddess Herself. I am the daughter and heir to the Lady of the Lake so it is possible I will be called upon for such duties again. I...will understand if that is not something you wish to live with. But....”
Her gentle brogue faded as the hands that had been gently kneading his chest tugged at the folds of his shirt, spreading the material slightly so that she could lean down over him and press her lips to the bare skin of his chest.
”I want to stay with you Nio...I want to be with you if you will still have me. I can not promise there will never be tense moments. They exist in any relationship, adding another person only increases the potential. But...I like Rain...I already know her intimately. Of any woman I know I believe she and I will be able to do well together. I will do whatever I need to do to be with you.”
Her thick brogue had softened into a sensual whisper that brushed his skin as her lips placed a lingering kiss to his chest to punctuate each sentence, the placement of each kiss higher then the one before it until her lips hovered directly over his.
”If you still want me...”
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Post originally by Character_AntonioThere were a few things he'd wanted to say, but the sensation of her lips against his skin made it impossible to speak. Then she was above him, looking down to his eyes with her mouth just above his. Before he said a word, he raised up enough to kiss her. The kiss was tender and reassuring, letting an act of intimacy set the tone for what he was about to say. When his head finally lowered back down, he set his hands on the bed near his hips and pushed to sit up. She still straddled him, only now her body was vertically pressing against his. For a moment or two he roamed his eyes over her face, taking in every detail no matter how subtle. First and foremost, he had to respond to the matter at hand; did he still want her."Kisa, I'm an incubus. I'm not a halfbreed, or some mixed breed, but a full blooded sex demon from hell. It's in my 'bones' the want you. Every chance I have to feel you against me, I take it. Every second I've got to breathe you in, I steal it--and that's just the incubus part of it. I haven't even got into the whole--emotions part yet."Incubus or human it didn't matter. Emotions became a reality the moment any sentient being came into this world. Vampires, werewolves, demons, it wasn't about how "indifferent" your bloodline was; given enough time and the right circumstances--everyone felt something. Maybe if he'd been born in a different place, with different surroundings he'd be just like what a demon was expected to be. But, having been around humans and other beings with "feeling", he grew in the opposite fashion to what was expected of demonic."I care about you. That hasn't changed, and I don't see it doing so any time soon. You're sweet, honest, have a great sense of humor--not to mention an ass that deserves a song written about it--"Grinning a bit, his right hand moved from the bed so that he could settle it on her hip. As he began to slide his fingers up and down along her side, he continued speaking, seeming to dip more into thoughts so he could find the right words to explain what he was really trying to say."Seriously, you're a great girl. The things I feel that can be explained from a human point of view are--comfortable. I feel comfortable around you. You make every place I'm in with you a place that I can kick back and rest my head. The fact you slept with someone else can't touch that. It doesn't change who you are, or what you make me feel."His hand pulled away from her hip, raised up to her chin and began to brush fingertips down her jaw. Something about his eyes began to change in those few seconds of silence. The iris' expanded, wider and wider until they consumed his entire eye. The pupil narrowed a bit before taking a near teardrop shape. Also, perhaps it was the light of the room but--his skin began to darken. Subtly at first and not very noticeable, but soon adjusting to a darker blue shade; so dark it was near midnight in hue."Now, having spoken for the humanity in me--there's another part that feels it should say something too, just to be certain that both sides get their say. You're mine. Make no mistake about that. Laying with someone else in some other place doesn't change the fact that once you're finished, you're coming back 'here'. I can understand the want to have you as a part of the ritual; you're as close to tasting divinity as a person can get while they're still living--"From her chin his fingers dropped down the front of her throat while his skin darkened further and further. The solid black coloring of his hair took on an almost metallic gleam as it sat in the light, while his lips became a soft purple. The contrast to the darkness of his skin was made in the almost shimmering emerald hue of his eyes. Every demon had their true face, and his was making itself known for the moment. Fortunately every bed in his fathers home was reinforced for ulterior reasons, but still it held up against his shifting form quite nicely. Despite a few creaks, it supported his larger frame. The newly spawned claws from his fingertips began to slice down the fabric of what covered her top, parting it directly down the middle until it fell open, exposing her chest to the cooler air of the room."In the end, all they'll ever have is a taste of you. A few moments to know what they can have in their hand, but never hold on to. What I'm saying is; serve your island, your temple, the God's that it follows. No hold is ever going to be as lasting as mine. Because I don't need a mask, or paint, or ritual to touch you--my hands will always know you better than any deity, or any vessel used in their place. Unlike them; my 'horns' never come off."Just then, from half an inch behind his temples, a pair of black points were pushing through his hair. Wide at the base, they curved back at the top of his scalp, then forward again to create 2 sharp points parallel to one another several inches above his hair. As they reached their peak he leaned his head forward, shifting it left and right, causing the horn points to peel the garment further down her shoulders. With his mouth hovering less than an inch above her breasts, his eyes cut up to look on hers;"As for Rain--it's good that you know her body. You're going to be reintroduced to it many times in the future. Hopefully in time she'll know mine as well as you do. Now please, try to remember what that man was like in as much detail as you can--His hand had settled to her abdomen and he began to push her over, onto her back, following her the entire way."-I plan on fucking him completely out of you before you're allowed to leave."
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