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Post originally by Character_Xantara DesiderioThe carriage ride was a long one but it gave the submissive girl a great deal of time to think, to contemplate. The simple dress that Najia had given her smelled of her. Conforting the submissive female as she rubbed the fabric to her nose from time to time. It made her miss the little angel she'd known as a child.
It made her miss the precocious little miss in the school she'd held to her. Had felt her bites, her touches. The pleasure of her then had always drowned her senses and would always be her little secret from Morlis, her Master. A secret that would not be added to, something that would always be locked in her heart from him.
He held her, he'd promised but at a horrific cost. She wasn't worth the loss of a child but reguardless, he'd done it and now she carried that burden on her soul, since he had none. It was something she'd come to learn and accept, however he'd made a promise and kept it.
The estate wasn't familiar to her as the carriage pulled up. She looked about her a few moments trailing her hands up and down her arms. Remembering the grip of Najia's the previous night. The passion of the girl that was now a woman still burned her and kept her warm as she stood there.
The scent of the place hit her, the scent of the infernal, of Antonio, Sarine, the girls, the kids.. All of them hit her senses in waves as well as another scent that made her hiss and refuse to budge near that damn door for a while before a servant shoved her to the door. "Morlis knows your here." She didn't want to go in with that one here! She wanted to climb back into the carriage and go curl up besides Najia damn it. With a sigh like a condemned man being lead down the hall towards death row she trodged up the steps and felt the door open to her fingertips.
The person standing there didn't suprise her at all. Morlis stood there and immediately envoloped her within his arms, his embrace to which she pushed the thoughts aside and cuddled her body into his own. It was better then him holding her in the dream. It comforted her and kept that rage at bay that had moments before made her thoughts drift to something she'd rather never speak of.
His hands caressed and explored over her body. The warmth of his hands seemed cool compared to the others hands that had touched her and her gaze shifted directly up at his face something she'd have never done before. "I missed you, Master." She spoke for herself, not of herself as a ornament or inatimate object.
Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 6:49 pm
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Things were changing rapidly and as always the demonic princess took it in stride. She took it in stride, but that didn’t mean she was happy about all of the changes. She’d had herself quite the hissy fit when she’d discovered that Static had taken another woman and that woman just happened to be the person she hated the most…well. Maybe not the most. Several people vied for that spot in the young Princesses heart but Sarine was up there! Once Static had settled Sarine in to her new room, directly across the hall from her own much to her annoyance, he had sought out the young demoness that had so quickly become his First and had put her mind at ease. As much as was possible, anyway.
She’d been duly reassured that Sarine would not affect her status as Stativare’s first, and she took the Infernal at his word, but she knew better than to think that Sarine was harmless. She’d been on the receiving end of the succubus’ machinations before and knew she wouldn’t just sit there and remain Static’s Second. Sarine would be plotting against her younger counterpart and Najia was more than ready to return the favor. She wasn’t going down without a fight, something she’d made very clear to Static.
In the meantime she had responsibilities to attend to, namely her newly acquired concubine and servant, Salome and Andras. She had no intentions of using the male imp sexually; Static would destroy any man who touched her as well as her if she were to willingly allow it. Besides, Andras certainly didn’t do it for her. Salome was quite attached to him, though, and she’d decided to bring him along for her benefit. She was certain she could find some occupation for him to keep him busy. He would continue to serve Salome as he had before unless given a specific task or duty by the Princess or the Infernal. Salome could continue to indulge him physically so long as Najia did not require her attentions and, of course, provided that Najia did not place any restrictions up Salome and Andras’ intimacy. Such an occurrence would most likely mean punishment of some kind for the male imp or the imp/succubus hybrid.
She had also given Salome leave to return to her duties at the Siren’s Corner. She and her new pet had yet to discuss the money Salome would earn there as technically everything that belonged to Salome belonged to Najia, but it was not as if the Princess was strapped for cash by a long shot so had paid little attention to that particular detail. Let the concubine keep her change, she certainly didn’t need it. Rather the Corner was a den of iniquity and could very well prove to be beneficial to The Infernal Line in the future. It was there that the real worth of Salome’s employment resided. Besides, she hardly needed a concubine that followed her everywhere all the time and could not entertain herself.
It was while Salome was away from Narion (the name of the estate Stativare possessed in the Northern Lands of Elysia near the Cemetary) seeing to her tasks at the Corner that Najia met with the demonic metal worker Static had arranged for her to craft something for her. Salome was a concubine, and though she would be given far more freedom than the average concubine, she still belonged to Najia and the Infernal Princess intended to leave her mark, though not in the way Static and Morlis preferred. Rather than place a mark on Salome’s body she intended to craft a collar for the half imp that would suit her and her prestigious position as Her concubine.
The demonic metal smith arrived, humbled and excited at being commissioned to do a piece for the First of the Prince of Hell and he sat across from her in the downstairs receiving room of the massive gray stone manor, his eyes respectfully downcast lest he look upon Static’s possession too long and lose his eyes for the offense, while Najia outlined in detail exactly what she wanted. Not only must it be beautiful it must be delicate as a larger piece would look out of place on Salome’s frame and beyond that there were certain…magical elements she wished installed in the collar which was why this metal smith had been chosen, alchemy being something of a specialty with him.
At first glance it would not appear to be a collar that denoted her status as a concubine but rather an elaborate piece of jewelry. White gold filigree would make up the band of the collar, a large oval shaped faceted pink diamond the center piece, with a smaller pink diamond at the back of the neck that would hide the collar’s lock, enchanted so that only she or Static could remove it. Anyone else would find themselves in a world of pain. That wasn’t the only enchantment placed on the piece of jewelry, though. Salome was willful, used to doing things her own way, and while Najia enjoyed that about her she had no intentions of allowing her to run amuck and taking a page from Morlis’ book she used Xantara’s collar for inspiration and also placed a tracking spell on the item. No matter where Salome went, Najia would be able to find her. And, as an added precaution, a geis was placed upon the collar to keep Salome safe…though by safe she meant from other peoples advances. Unless permission was gained by the Princess anyone who tried to touch Salome in a sexual manner would again find themselves overcome with pain the likes of which they could not imagine.
Her design explained the metal smith was shown to a private workroom at Narion and left on his own to craft the collar. It took several hours with Najia pacing impatiently about her chambers when finally word came that he was finished and she went to view his finished product. Spying the collar it was everything she had described and smiling she reached out to run her fingers over the white gold, the magic imbued within palpable beneath her fingertips. It was perfect. The metal smith was paid and sent back to the Pit, or wherever Static had found him, his task completed, and finding one of the servants she instructed them to inform her the moment Salome returned to Narion.
She had a present waiting for her.
Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 8:08 pm
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Change was part of life, for if people didn't change, they would not survive. That survivalist instinct was strong in those of any sort of demonic heritage. It kept them and their longevity ever continueing. Only the weak, slow and stupid seemed to die younger. Which sometimes made her wonder where she was in the grand scheme of things.
She had her work she rather found amusing. She had her play mate that entertained her mind at times her body when she was wishful of his particular brand of pleasure giving. But she at times wanted something, someone else and that lead to frustration on her part. That she often shifted and hid with pure impish actions that would earn her some ire in her direction.
Lately she'd had the change of heart and course in what she thought was a steady life, a happy life. But that was just the way of things as she found herself with a Mistress. Sometimes it actually really bothered her. She had no wish ever in her life to be someone's possession. It wasn't something she really wanted or liked, regretfully she wasn't given that option.
Andras was allowed to remain with her, which was something that she didn't take for granted. When before he'd been banished from her bed as she appreciated her space. However within Narion he was there, a constant presence like a childs teddy bear. Her body craved constant touch and sensation. So him holding her, playing with her sleep tossled hair was something she took of pleasure, it calmed her. Though he had his own room, he was kept in her room alot to just hold and keep her quietly engaged.
Corner was her safe haven it seemed where she could be herself from the way it came across to her for the time being. That was something she took pelasure in, and lately her whip was seen a hell of a lot more. Her temper sharpened as was the blade of her tongue as she went to battle each night with and for herself.
Paperwork waited for her, girls had issues that needed attended to. There were schedules, aquisitions both in flesh and products for the less carnal side of things. And then there was the work on the new portrait for the main stairway. That potrait was something that would take time, take patience what's more it's something that she'd probably need to get permission to do.
That najia had made her a present of sorts she had no clue. Her thoughts were on aqquiring a few things for her room. And replacing things that she had been made to let go and leave. Her possessions within her brother's house were all gifts. The only clothing she'd purchased herself had been permitted to leave and was waiting for her at Narion. Sevearl dresses a few pairs of shoes. But no there were things that were not there that she wanted and that was going to cause probably a bit if a stir.
First on her list was supplies for her personal project. Things she'd have Andras gather for her so her transition and his would be easier. The projects was one that kept her quiet, happy most the time. Something she'd found relaxed her when all was wrong in the world.
After a bit she returned to the manor house of Stativare and Najia and upon entrance was informed that Najia wished her company. Which was fine. Plucking a note from her recuticle she would head for where the Misterss wished to see her. Her long tossled pink hair in curls down her back and spine. Her pale skin offset by the pure beaded ebony dress that hugged the tops of her breasts with it's corsetted top that v'd at her thighs. The straight skirt under it a dark shade of forest green to which her little slippered feet occasionally showed. Each step would bring her to the room that Najia waited in.
Once allowed entrance to the room she smiled sweetly to the other woman. "You wished to see me, and as luck would have it. I wished to see you as well about a few things." It wasn't that she was the demanding sort, more the playful trouble making sort. But it didn't hurt to ask instead of doing things. Besides, there were other things she'd rather not be know.. as of yet.
Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 10:07 pm
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The moment Salome returned she'd been directed to Najia's suite in the South wing. It had not occurred to her that Salome might not like the idea of a collar and it wouldn't have mattered really if she had been against it. She was a concubine, it was simply par for the course that she be collared or marked somehow and marking was more Static's thing than her own. Granted entrance Salome appeared, already speaking as she informed her Mistress she had a few things she wished to speak with her about as well.
It turned out she only wanted a few things from the Villa in Aleris, clothing and personal items and the like. The Princess could see no reason to deny her concubine such a simple request though she was not about to allow Salome to return there to confront Morlis. Morlis didn't deserve to see his daughter again so it was agreed that Salome could have her possessions as long as it was Andras who fetched them, not Salome. As a precaution against Morlis or any of the others trying to prevent him from taking Salome's possessions it was decided that Abraxas, the demon who acted as Static's go-to henchman, would accompany Andras to the estate.
During the course of the discussion to decide how the imps possessions would be obtained it was revealed by Najia that Antonio took his concubine Rain and his brother Ilario and left Aleris, furious with Morlis over his actions and with Sarine for what he perceived as her defection, and returned to Eternelle Lune to seek refuge with their Aunt Cahira. That her brothers would leave without even seeking her out to see her one last time, to ensure that she was alright, was most distressing to the newly made concubine and Najia could see Salome's loyalty to her family wavering even further.
Her twin sister, Carese, was the only unknown at this point. She too departed the villa, angry with Morlis for selling out her twin, but she did not leave with Antonio and Ilario and as far as Najia could determine she was still in Aleris. With a smile she'd assured Salome she would find Carese for her, of course she fully intended to make Carese her concubine as well. They were twins, why not have a matched set!?
The unpleasantries seen too for the time being Najia presented Salome with her gift, which made her happier than the Princess had anticipated. It wasn't until she locked the collar behind Salome's neck and moved the smaller pink diamond into place to hide the lock and the magic imbued in the collar wrapped itself around Salome that the concubine realized it was actually a collar and not just a pretty piece of jewelry but she didn't seem to mind and the looked lovely on the petite demoness.
Deciding to provide Salome a light of happiness in situation she did not choose for herself she revealed that her sister Sarine was there, in the house at that very moment, and now enjoyed a position as one of Statics women, answerable only to Static and that she would be able to see her soon. Naturally Salome was concerned for her sister and why she was taken by Static and Najia explained it was for killing her mother, the demoness Desiree, that Sarine was actually quite fortunate that Static took her for his own considering the alternatives but that didn't make Najia any happier about it. In fact she hated it, hated the fact that Sarine was at that moment holed up in Static's room with him.
As luck would have it Salome provided a welcome distraction and the rest of the afternoon was spent feasting on her concubines body, including her blood, until darkness fell and Salome was released to see to Andras and her own duties, a kiss filled with possession pressed to the concubines lips before allowing her to slide from her Mistress' bed and depart her suite.
Once alone the sated Princess rose from her bed and went to the vanity table across the room where she retrieved a piece of paper and a pen from one of the drawers. Abraxas was Static's henchman (for lack of a better term) and as such would perform whatever task Static's women set before him provided it was not in direct opposition to one of Static's orders and it was to this demon that the letter was addressed.Abraxas,
If you can tear yourself away from tormenting Eden I have a job for you. Two, in fact. Tomorrow evening you are to escort the slave Andras to the Desiderio Estate located in Chaliceton within the borders of the Eastern Lands of Aurora to retrieve the possessions belonging to my concubine, Salome de Ingis. If any one tries to stop you or hinder you in your task, kill them.
Your second task will be to track down the demoness Carese Desiderio. She is the twin of my concubine Salome and is half succubus, half imp. You will find pictures of her in the home you are visiting tomorrow but I doubt you'll need them to find her. Once you have located her notify me and await instructions on how to proceed.
Princess Najia de Ingis
First of The Infernal OneThe letter was folded and sealed, a servant summoned, and instructions given to see it delivered to the demon Abraxas. Soon she would know Carese's location and Salome would have the things she wished. The only fly in her ointment was Sarine and how quickly she'd come to take such a prominent place in Static's life. Perhaps when Najia owned both her sisters she'd come to understand who was the top bitch around here.
Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 1:10 pm
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Caira. Until now the word meant absolutely nothing to the demon sorceress known now as Sarine de Ingis, possession of The Infernal. Possession yes, but in his words his equal, his Caira. The marks Desiree had put on her body actually had a use, a most potent use, and because of those marks she was now a conduit of Hell and as she fed only Stativare she had obtained the rank of Caira (Cairos for the males) and thus was far more important to him than the little brat, Najia, who's only use was in being fucked. At least, that was how she saw the scenario. Najia might be his “First” but now that she knew what the marks on her body could do, and what she would be giving him through them, she knew it was only a matter of time before she surpassed Najia in his esteem.
Seven marks on her skin, each one delicate and intricate in design and all linked to a sin or negative emotion. On her left arm the mark of Wrath, the back of her left shoulder the mark of jealousy, on her right arm the mark of Pain (emotional and physical though really, physical pain is so fleeting it was the emotional pain she got the biggest draw from), on the back of her right shoulder the mark of Fear, on her right thigh the mark of Doubt, on her left thigh the mark of Despair, and on the small of her back..the mark of Hate. And to bind them all together...her most recent mark, the one between and just below her breasts.
It was the mark placed upon her body by Stativare de Ingis, binding her to him, making her His, and allowing him to draw from her all she collected. It would have been Desiree placing that mark on her had Sarine not killed her before the process was completed. It was Desiree's fault really, she'd called in outside mages and Sarine knew she was about to be double crossed, Desiree's secrecy about what the marks did further alarming her. Desiree had been a sorceress true, but she'd also been a Conduit for Hell, something she'd never explained to her daughter.
You see the marks actually had a purpose, and she had begun to wonder. For months she'd felt herself overcome with the emotions ruled by the various marks on her body. Antonio had told her over and over she just needed to learn to control them. What he should have told her was that he had no idea what they were or what their purpose was. The master mage had been completely incapable of admitting there was something about magic he didn't know and as a result she had suffered and been made to feel inept when she'd been unable to master them. The reality was that the marks were feeding on the emotions and sins they ruled, absorbing them whenever she came into contact with them which, in a house full of demons, was fairly often. The purpose? To feed Hell. Conduits were given the power to insight these sins and negative emotions in people, absorbing them, and feeding them directly into Hell.
Sarine was now a Conduit. But more then that...she was Stativare's Conduit. A very select few of the Conduits were chosen to feed a member of the Royal Infernal Line directly, the Morning Star, Damien, and Stativare. It was an honor to be chosen and it was often a Conduit of immense power or one who had found favor with one of the Royal line and the title given to these Elite Conduits was that of Caira or Cairos. Sarine was an untapped Conduit and when discovered Stativare had wasted no time placing his mark on her, making her his Conduit...his Caira.
That night he drained every last bit of the sin and negativity she'd been housing, freeing her of the weight of it, a weight he had informed her would have consumed her and driven her mad in time. His mark was on her body and she could feel his presence even when he wasn't with her and she wondered if it was the same for him, if it bound him to her as surely as it bound her to him. Either way, she had no intention of remaining the Second in his life, not a chance, and she was already working on worming her way into Stativare's life, fully intending to oust Najia as his first, her deference to Stativare all part of her plan.
Najia might be arrogant, she might huff and puff and make demands of him, refusing to outwardly admit she was a possession, but beneath the haughty veneer Najia was mindlessly loyal to Static, willing to do any and everything he said. Now, that wasn't to say that Sarine's loyalty was in question. Stativare had won her loyalty easily enough, far faster than she would have thought possible. She hungered for him, there was no other way to put it, and had done so since the moment she'd laid eyes on him long before he'd come to claim her. She was not mindless, however. She held herself as his equal and would continue to do so in spite of the manner in which she behaved.
It was all part of the plan, after all.
Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:42 pm
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Post originally by Character_CareseMoonlight washes across the landscape of Narion and all that surrounds it. Shadows stretched out, reaching to touch the next. The cemetery that ran along Narion's high stone wall sat sleepily in the night. Headstones glinted gloomily under that silver tinted light. All was quiet... Well, not all.
[ Show content ] A delicate feminine hand grabbed a handful of long glossy blonde tendrils. A strong male hand appeared to grab hair directly beside it. Cries of pleasure had started to slowly build, and when that blonde headed woman threw her head back with a low cry, the man behind her and woman beneath her cried out with her. The delicate looking blonde trailed one of her hands across the silky inner thigh of the woman beneath her before dipping two fingers back into that wet hole she had just briefly left. The woman writhes and lifts her hips up in offering. The blonde smiles, lifting her amethyst hued eyes up as her head descends again. The other woman sucks in a breath as teeth graze across her tender flesh and close around her clit.
“Fuck yeah,” the man groans, releasing the blonde's hair so he can again grip her hips, thrusting more deeply into her. “Ahh god, fuck.. Fuck yeah.”
The blonde headed Carese sighs, even as her tongue replaces her fingers inside the woman. The man behind her just wasn't going to play it cool. Humans had no stamina. His mindless words gave her a pretty good idea that this little session would be ending soon for him at least. She hated rushing things, but then again, what could one expect from mortals?
Her teeth sharply close over the woman's clit. She bucks her hips upward and Carese is forced to hold her down as her teeth, lips and tongue sweetly torture that engorged flesh. Power flowed through her body and to her lips. Warmth spread from her touch and flowed throughout the woman in front of her. The man behind her blinked through a moment of blurred vision as the sensations suddenly doubled for them both.
The woman had become blind to anything except what was happening to her body. She moan and cried, her hands grabbing at the headstone behind her or the grass beneath her. Carese did not relent. Their lust rose within them and slowly seeped into her. Then it was not only their lust, but the very essence of their life. It began to rush across their skin and dive into Carese, but it only heightened pleasure. It was an intoxicating drain.
The man began to thrust furiously into her, no longer restraining himself as his orgasm took him over. If anyone had been watching, they would've seen his face grow pale as he came. Would've saw the life flicker in his eyes even in the midst of passion. He let out one last pleasured cry before collapsing behind her.
Carese shivered as the final release of that power vibrated into her body. She lifted her head and reached out, grasping the back of the woman's neck and jerking her upward as she sat up. Her other hand drove three fingers into the woman's dripping wet pussy as her thumb circled frantically over her clit. She jerked their faces together and covered those moaning lips with her own.
They kissed deeply, the tips of their breasts brushing against each other even as Carese brought her to her climax. The woman jerked and then ground her body into her. Carese did not release their kiss as the woman's essence swirled up and across the threshold of their lips.
Sweetly, Carese breathed in the woman's last breath.
She then released her grip, the body slumping to the ground as Carese herself fell back to revel in the afterglow of a good feeding. She caressed her body across the still warm bodies in front and behind her., trailing her hands up across her own ribs and then moaned as she touched her rounded breasts.
Laying on her back, she slowly turned her head and opened purple hued eyes up toward the sky.
It hadn't exactly been her intention to find these two tonight. No, she had come to storm the damn gates of Narion. Slowly, she sits up and turns to look at the estate. Somewhere in that sprawling house were two of her sisters. If she concentrated she could feel the presence of her twin's mind. When she had gotten here, she had thought better of simply storming up through the front door. She just happened to have stumbled across the couple in the cemetery. And well, one things leads to another... and you end up draining the life out of someone.
She stood and walked over to where she had left her clothes. Suddenly she paused, swearing that she had just saw movement off to her right. Her amethyst gaze sweeps the darkness around her. Either she had been mistaken, or whoever it was had done a good job of hiding themselves. Still wary, she pulls on the blue cotton tube top dress and thong she had worn for this little venture and again her attention turns to Narion. [ Hide content ]“Salome... Sarine.” Their names came out as a pained whisper. When Antonio had crashed into her room and told her what had happened with the two of them, she had grabbed some clothes and left, refusing to travel with Antonio but needing some distance from her father. Antonio had wanted her to go with them back to Eternelle Lune... but she could never leave her sisters. She was far closer to Salome and Sarine than the rest of her family.
She was angry over how Salome ended here, and hurt at how it appeared Sarine had. But Antonio had not taken time to actually investigate the circumstances. He had made his conclusions and deserted. She would not be so quick to judge. She knew Sarine must have had a damn good reason to give herself to the fucking Prince of Hell.
Now, only to figure out a way to actually see her sisters.
Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 3:01 pm
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He'd been sent to track a lesser earthbound demon (meaning a demon who was not born nor raised in Hell) a task that was simple in and of itself. It actually turned out to be far simpler than Abraxas had originally thought. He had only stepped through the gates of Narion before he'd felt the energy trail he'd been sent to hunt and it lead him to the Cemetary near the estate Stativare had established in the Northern Lands of Elysia. Entering the Soul's Ferry Cemetery he moved as silent as a shadow among the tombstones and barren brush that passed for landscaping.
He was only a few feet in when the hum of sexual energy reached him and a slow smile curved his lips. It looked like he would get a show in addition to his quarry and cloaking himself from detection, which was easy enough to do when dealing with lesser demons and humans, he eased towards where the blonde demoness he sought had engaged herself with two humans whom she was merrily draining even as she fucked them senseless.
He enjoyed the show, no doubt about that, and when it was done he rose from where he'd perched atop a tombstone, the girls eyes turning towards him only briefly as if she suspected he was there. Grinning slightly he left the cemetery. He was the least of her problems, now.
Once he'd returned to Narion a letter was penned to the Lord's woman, Najia, informing her the demoness she sought was closer than she thought, right next door in fact. Reading the words on the parchment she grinned. Carese was so close, it would be criminal not to welcome her.
Deciding to wait to tell Salome that Carese was so close she checked on the whereabouts of her concubine and discovered she was at the Siren's Corner tending to her business, Andras with her, and of course Stativare was still holed up in his chambers with Sarine which, quite frankly, was starting to piss her off to no end, so she was free to leave Narion and seek out her newest conquest.
Refusing an escort, much to the chagrin of those in service to Stativare who would bear the brunt of his anger should he become upset that she left without one, she left the sprawling stone manor and moved through what would be the garden if anyone tended to it, or if one could grow in the Northern Lands, and approached the part of the wall that separated the grounds at Narion from the Soul's Ferry Cemetery. There was a narrow wrought iron gate that was secured from within to prevent visitors to the cemetery from venturing into Static's domain. It was small and barely noticed by most but was known by all the inhabitants of Narion.
Nearing the gate she quietly undid the locks that secured it and pushed it forward on silent hinges to admit her to the barren cemetery. To the casual observer she would definitely look out of place among the gray tombstones and statues of angels with withered twisting trees devoid of leaves dotted throughout. She'd come exactly as she'd been dressed when she'd received Abraxas' letter, black leather pants that rode low on her hips encasing her legs, a handkerchief shirt made of shimmering amethyst material that matched the shade of her smoky purple gaze perfectly tied behind her back and neck left a large portion of her unmarked, flawless, pale skin visible, black hair falling to just beneath her shoulders in riotous curls, long fringe bangs framing her face.
Black heeled boots that somehow made no sound on the rock strewn earth carried her though the tombstones, her senses alert for the presence of another demoness and suddenly she felt it, the presence of another like her, the beat of a heart that pumped gallons of blood through a feminine body, and turning in that direction she was soon coming upon the figure of Carese, recognizing her easily from the pictures she'd seen of her with Salome as they had never lived in the same Desiderio household.
Noticing the dead bodies littering the ground her crimson lips curved into a grin before she returned her eyes to the blonde who now stood gazing at the wall that separated them from Static's home, where her sisters now resided. What else would have brought her here if not a desire to reach her sisters and she fully intended to use that to her advantage.
Realizing Carese was still oblivious to her presence she let her amethyst eyes linger over her figure, the blue dress doing little to hide her figure, and her smile widened. Deciding it was time to make her presence known she moved forward, coming up at Carese' shoulder as nonchalantly as if she'd been expecting her.”Looking for someone in particular, Carese? Or do you just love fucking in cemeteries?”
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For days she’d occupied Stativare’s attention, refusing to allow him to leave his bed, demanding he satiate the hunger left behind by the draining of the conduit marks that graced her skin. Though she doubted her hunger for him would ever truly be abated she had finally allowed him out of bed and it was while they were bathing that he decided to tell her that her sister, Salome, was now a concubine and she belonged to none other than her arch enemy, Najia. The worst of it all, though, was the revelation that it had been Morlis who had sold his daughter into slavery.
She was furious, rage had burned through her at what her Father and Najia had done, but there was another concern and she’d wasted no time demanding to know how Salome would serve him, in other words, would he be fucking her. He’d quickly put that idea out of her head, stating her only service to him would come in the form of ensuring Najia was fed and cared for and that he had no interest in taking her to his bed. He had his hands more than full with Najia and Sarine.
Mollified somewhat, she’d still wanted blood. Morlis and Najia’s both, but Stativare would not hear of her attacking or harming Najia, just as he would not allow Najia to attack or harm Sarine. It was an unfortunate arrangement, in her opinion, but one she had to respect as she knew to go against Stativare would be suicide. Besides, he made her a deal. He claimed Salome was there willingly, at least she was now though she’d had no say in her circumstances, so he instructed her to ask her sister herself is she was a willing concubine to Najia and if she said no…he would grant Sarine the right to take Najia on one on one, to the death if she wished it.
The deal made the rest of the evening was spent indulging in one another, his touch causing her need for him to flare to life effortlessly, and it wasn’t until the next day that they pulled themselves reluctantly from his bed. He’d received a message from his minion, Abraxas, and once reading the information contained within the letter announced there was a bounty he need see to. His needing to hunt down an errant demon was common place; it had landed her in his bed after all, and accepting that he had duties to Hell she decided to the opportunity to seek out her sister, Salome. Little did she know the message he had received, and the demon he was off to help “hunt”, was her other sister, Carese.
Retiring to her suite across the hall from Najia’s and to the left of Stativare’s she summoned Hale, demanding to know her sister was since she’d been informed they were housed in the same wing. Recognizing his mistress’s anger he was quick to inform her that Salome had departed for the Corner earlier in the evening with Andras in tow. Deciding she would seek her sister out there if need be she began preparing, Hale doing what he could to help her, his presence helping to sooth her riled emotions as she dressed. Donning a cinnamon hued pencil skirt made of butter soft leather that cinched tightly at her waist and skimmed her body to just below her knees clung to her curves and showed off her figure while still maintaining a more elegant silhouette. She paired it with a cream colored satin bustier/corset over which she drew a silk blouse of the same hue which she tucked in and left unbuttoned to the point just below her breasts to reveal the lacework of the garment beneath. Her feet encased in cinnamon hued heels with a strap that secured about the ankle and her hair pulled back and twisted into a loosely elegant chignon at the nape of her neck and she was ready to go.
She didn’t bother to check and see if she had permission to leave Narion, she simply left with Hale in tow as she called one of the carriages to take her to the Eastern Lands of Aurora and the Siren’s corner where her sister worked as its Mistress. The horses used to draw said carriage, and even the carriage itself were “special” and were able to take her from the Northern Lands to the Eastern Lands in under an hour and before she knew it the carriage was pulling in front of the Siren’s Corner. Before the driver could move Hale was out of the carriage and helping her from her seat before he fell into step behind her as she moved purposefully towards the entrance of the corner.
Once inside her gaze of burnt umber swept the foyer in search of the pink haired imp. The corner was lovely, the changes Salome had made obvious with even a cursory glance, and she smiled in spite of the circumstances that had brought her there. A girl approached, thinking her nothing more than a regular customer, her smile welcoming as she greeted Sarine.
”Welcome to the Siren’s Corner, My Lady. How can I assist you?”
I am Sarine Desi…” and here she paused, realizing that she would never introduce herself as Sarine Desiderio again. ”I am Sarine de Ingis. I am your Mistress’ sister. I would like to see her if she is available.”
For all her anger she was still at Salome’s place of business and she wasn’t about to cause a scene here, in front of everyone. Their business was their business and no one else’s. If she was denied, though…that would be another situation all together. She needed to see her sister, hear from her own lips if she was a willing concubine to the biggest pain in the ass ever born, and once she knew she’d plan accordingly. If she got a crack at Najia, great..she’d go down first. If not she’d turn her attention to the man who had put Salome there and she’d soon be guilty of patricide in addition to matricide. No matter what Salome said in regards to Najia…Morlis would pay.
Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 10:40 pm
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Like the rising of the storm...
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Oblivious that her sister was near, she sat at her desk scribbling for the painting she was going to work on for the top of the stairs. Across the room Andras softly played the melodic tones on the piano that Antonio had given to her to please her not just a week before all this had gone on. It was a present to show her he was proud she'd worked so hard to be independant and how to learn on. Naturally she loved music, but she was all thumbs at it.
Andras on the other hand played beautifully, it made her happy as she kept sketching thinking of the Demon Prince and Princess Najia. The duo but then she had a picture of her sister Sarine on her desk. Well aware there was bad blood she had sketched her sister in a few of her initial drawings. For now it was just Najia and Static. Perhaps she'd give the Princess one of just them to please her. She was uncertain but then she was that alot despite her airs of pleasure and confidence.
Her legs were propped up on her desk. The ballet style high heels laced up her long legs where as the long skirt to her dress caressed her legs but the slit up the thigh damn near to her hip allowed her total freedom but look elegant. No sleaves, no back to the black bit of fabric. The halter top style held up simply by a cord of diamonette that was stitched along the collar of the dress as it had no sleaves. It slid about her neck, criss crossing over her back to where the fabric restarted at the top of her ass. Showing a hint of the shadowed crevice of her ass crack where her tail rested.
The Demon Prince and her Mistress's colors were present in her outfit with the ribbons on her tail, her collar she wore as well as the ribbons entwined in her hair that hung down her spine. Diamonds glittered within the brilliant pink strands the cotton candy colors offsetting the severity of her dress. She kept sketching until a knock came upon the door. "Mistress, there is a woman downstairs claiming to be your family. By the name of deIngis.. ummm Sarine?" She tilted her head and studied the girl a moment. "Lysette, I want you to go to the room at the top the stairs and join Joy with pleasing the captain of the guards. And have Jezzy show Sarine here. She is not restricted, she can come and go. Anyone that refuses her ANYTHING she wishes, will lose their job, their sanctuary and will be made to rue the day they crossed with me." Her tone brooked no arguement and the girl shivered. Salome was a fair person, she worked hard to keep things to an almost grand scale for such a small place. Pissing the tiny woman off was a fate worse then death or so she thought. Fleding the room she had the woman go fetch Sarine where as she passed to one and all. Let's face it, Salome knew that Lysette was a gossiper what the Mistress's threat had been.
The Corner almost trembled as one by one the girls learned what the Mistress had ordered. No one of the deIngis were to be denied, so it would be.
Jezzy approached that of Sarine. "Mistress deIngis, Miss Salome bids you welcome and has granted you full rights and priviledge here. She's currently in her office down the hallway to the right through the wide french double doors. Mister Andras is playing piano for her. Did you wish any drinks, or anything else?" She flirted lightly with the beautiful satuesque woman.
Back in her room, she was smiling a little bit and set aside her sketchs keeping them all face down to hide them from amyone as she slid her legs off her desk and rose to stand. A beautiful inviting smile crossed her mouth as honestly she was suprised and genuinely happy to know Sarine had come to see her. She missed her so very much, the small love she kept bundled into her for her family warmed her as she lookeed to andras. "Play blood tears, Andras.. I love the melody." She murmured softly.
That Sarine was there for a mission that might cause Princess some pain she was oblivious. For now all that mattered is she got to see her beloved sister she adored and all but idolized.
Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 11:38 pm
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She'd been told Salome was now serving Najia willingly, that she had accepted her position as the brat princess' concubine and now even embraced it. She was at the Corner to determine the veracity of that statement, and to see for herself that her sister was alright. She'd always been such a Daddy's girl in the past, to be betrayed by their father would hurt her more than it would the rest of them, of that the newly made Caira was certain. That her presence at the Corner allowed Stativare and Najia to make their latest conquest of Carese while she kept Salome, and herself, distracted and out of the mix was not knowledge she owned or she would likely have been in the cemetery at that very moment trying to dissuade her other sister from following in their footsteps if for no other reason than to deprive Najia of yet another of her family.
She waited only a moment before a female attendant was returning, informing Sarine that Salome had given her full reign of the Siren's Corner, anything she wanted when she wanted, along with where Salome was and how to find her. The girl flirted, naturally, it was second nature for humans to flirt with demons of her race but she ignored it. Her sexual interest in women extended only so far as a group endeavor that included at least one male and she had very little interest in the female gender when it came to one on one sex. Not that they weren't attractive enough, they just lacked one very important part of the anatomy that was necessary for the succubus to desire them.
Offering only the slightest of smiles she inclined her head a fraction towards the girl before raising her hand, her fingers gesturing to Hale, indicating that he should follow her as she started down the hallway the attendant indicated. Nearing the french doors she could hear the piano music coming from within and surmised that it must be Andras playing for his Mistress. Salome had many talents and skills but she'd never had the patience for mastering an instrument. Neither had Sarine for that matter. Smiling slightly she pushed open the door and stood in the entrance a moment to allow herself to take in the surroundings and the people within.
When her eyes came to rest on Salome standing at her desk covered in papers her gaze sharpened, searching for any hint that her sister had been mistreated while in Najia's care. Seeing no visible signs of abuse she let her smile widen in greeting as she moved forward, Hale coming in behind her and pulling the door closed. Upon nearing the desk she reached out and drew her younger sister into a hug, the difference in their stature obvious even with the heels that Salome wore.
”I came as soon as Stativare told me what ~he~ did, as soon as I knew you were so close. I assumed you were safe back at home...that I'd get the chance to see you at some point and explain what had happened. When I found out you'd been in the same house as me, the whole time...”
She was annoyed by the fact that Stativare took so long to reveal just what had happened with Salome but there was little point in arguing about it. It would be impractical to butt heads with him over it since it was already done and ultimately he didn't owe her anything. She was technically a fugitive, a criminal in the eyes of Hell, that Stativare chose to treat her as his equal was just that, His choice. That she was now a source that would only make him stronger certainly counted in her favor but in the end they were all ruled by Him.
Drawing back a little bit she met Salome's eyes, searching the pastel depths for any indication that Salome was less than content with her lot. Stativare insisted she had come to terms with her situation and was now there willingly but Sarine needed to hear it for herself. And though she hoped that Salome confirmed she was not a willing participant she knew her younger sister, knew the type of nature that came with being half imp, and deep down knew it was entirely possible that Stativare was telling her the truth and wasn't misinformed.
”Are you alright, mia sorella? Truly? Don't worry...we will make that sorry excuse for a man pay for all he's done.”
Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 6:32 pm
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Hell can have no fury,
Like the rising of the storm...
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