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Seeing is Believing Right?(Heart & Dr Curiosity)

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Dr Curiosity

Super-Earth
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Jun 6, 2010
Drip....Drop....Splash.

That was the sound blood made as it trailed off your talon. Not quite the same as when your taking the form of another being. Maleros knew that personally, but why, he knew not. Some three thousand years of life could do that to a demon he supposed. Drive you into a trance that you could hear the sound of expanding lungs as a person inhaled. It was time for a change, some excitement perhaps in the human world. The greater demons could do it, pass through realms as though it were a simple walk across the street, so as the world before him split open, Maleros stepped from the fiery pits of the underworld to the dark alleys of a busy city. The only person who noticed him was an extremely unfortunate homeless person, who was even more unfortunate by dying a slow painful death by choking on his own tongue.

Stepping into the light of the street was not a large, charred skinned demon however, but a man. A tall, muscular man dressed in the oddest apparel. A black fur coat clung to his pale white skin, with black pants and boots. Long flowing black hair covered his handsome features, but his dark crimson eyes were very visible, even in the low light of the night. He was a very odd looking man, but then again, the freaks do come out at night.

Now, what would interest a greater level demon in the human world? Humans of course. Though, not just any type of human, a woman. The fairer of the species in this demon's eyes. Over the years he had developed a keen interest in women, lusting after their delicate, curved bodies, being so vulnerable to such a strong being. Maleros wanted a woman to take back with him, one he could spend some number of nights using to fulfill his desires, but where to find one? He walked the streets in search, looking, hoping the task would not be laboriously long. It wasn't long before he found a spot that seemed to draw him. A bar by the looks of it, and a busy one at that. With light footsteps he stepped into the room, immediately registering the face of every person in the room. She was not here, but she was close, Maleros could feel her.

Taking a seat at one of the many stools, the odd 'man' watched the door. She was coming in, a few more seconds and she would step through the door. That would be the end of what might have been a pretty decent life of a woman. It really was a shame. If Maleros felt emotions like sympathy, he might feel sorry for the girl.
 
"Damn," sharp heels clattered against the paved streets of downtown, she was late again and this time surly to get fired for it. Her heart was racing in stressed rhythmic beats, her long, curly black hair dancing wildly behind her slender shoulders. Skidding to a stop Alisa rubbed out the wrinkles in her dress, the sleek wine colored mini accenting her full breast. The fabric gripping to her deep curves, forming over her voluptuous hips; her round ass sticking out just enough to cause her troubles. Pulling at the edges of the dress she fluffed her hair. Reaching into her leather jacket pocket she retrieved her mirror. Checking her plump lips still holding the clear gloss perfectly in place, her rich brown orbs emphasized by a touch of purple eye shadow.

Most in the bar would complain that Alisa was dressed to be a stripper rather than a tender, but what that translated to her was jealousy. She'd never thought of herself as gorgeous, as some might say, but instead lucky. Lucky that her mother had a long time ago taught her how to accentuate on your perks rather than flaws. Stepping into the dimly lit establishment she smiled at the many faces present. Picking out regulars while she a splash of new faces littering the bar. Hurrying through the crowd she made her way to the bar, starting her beg for forgiveness.

"I'm truly sorry Mac, it wasn't my fault this time I swear," she gave a pout to the owner. She knew that with a little innocents and breast push that he would forgive her, and as shameless as it might have been she needed the job more than dignity at that point. "Fine, but your working the floor tonight," he barked at her, tossing her an apron to tie around her waist. Alisa gave small curse to herself, she hated working the floor it only meant that she had to watch out for drunk men grabbing her ass; and in this dress she was going to have to be careful of how she bent. "I shouldn't have worn lace," she told herself. Brushing off the change of pace she moved out through the crowd. A snowy smile set on her tan face, her gesture polite and to the point. She really didn't mind her customers, all of them had some good in them in there own way, you just had to look for it. Rounding the bar Alisa noticed a strange looking man in the corner, his eyes hidden by the shadow cast over his face. Still, for reason she couldn't understand he sent a shiver down her spine.

None the less he was her next table and money was money, no matter how unnerving the customer she got it from was. Keeping her smile she whipped out her pad and pencil, ready to scribble down what he wanted her to get. Coming to a graceful stop in front of his table she smiled to the man. "What'll it be tonight hun?" Alisa had a habit of calling her customers by that name, which probably explained the gracious tips she received.
 
Ah, there she was, and quite the beauty too, at least in Maleros's demonic eyes. She seemed to be a bit out of place though in the setting. Looking around, he took in the appearances of all the women, before looking back to this girl. She was different, looked different, both outside and inside. Watching her closely, he listened to conversation that no human would hear from that distance or volume. Of course Maleros wasn't exactly a person affected by human standards. If he felt he needed to hear or see something, that's what happened, no way around it. So, watching her take on a workers garb, the greater demon became much more satisfied with his decision. This woman would serve him well.

As the woman made her way towards himself, Maleros pulled memories out of people in the bar, taking on the tongues of humans. He was not practiced in the speak of mortals, but very simple magic remedied that. In seconds he knew words, and their meanings, and was prepared for inevitable conversation. When Alisa spoke, he question registered through the minds of others, teaching Maleros the meaning of what she had said. He smiled, perhaps taking the small pet name too seriously, as he did not quite understand intentions of humans, not that he needed to. "What might you recommend?" His voice came out melodically, having an even, very inviting tone. "I'm not exactly a regular drinker." The voice that spoke was trailed with dark magic, as Maleros tilted his head up to his sever, his long black hair falling away from his face, revealing crimson orbs resting above high cheek bones.

How did one decide how they'd go about abducting a woman? Well it usually involved careful planning and chosen locations. Maleros didn't need all this. At the time he desired, Alisa would walk out, entering the alley that her abductor had entered this plane with, and they would depart together. When she truly came to, her last memory would be doing some job in the bar. By then it would be too late, not that she could change her fate regardless.
 
She waited patiently for this curious man to answer her, he seemed lost in thought, taking the question into deep consideration before answering her. What did she recommend? It had been a while since a man had asked her that, most of the ones in the bar had a set taste or demand. She could recall the amount of times she had to argue with a geyser about why they didn't have his favorite beer. "Hmm, well, since your not the drinker maybe a light beer?" she asked, not really knowing what he would say she ready her pencil anyway. As she had always believed, if you were a ready woman, you were a safe and happy woman. Plus, if she forgot she would have to come back to him, and risk his anger which she was almost sure he had.

At long last she noticed his hair fall, her eyes quickly going to scan the hidden orbs covered by flowing hair. She nearly jump at the sight, crimson eyes thicker and more enticing than any pair she had seen before. Though she guessed that he must have been rich to afford contacts like those. Alisa couldn't help herself, getting lost into those eyes seemed easier than they aught to be. If it hadn't been bad enough that this man had a voice to smitten her, now he had the eyes to hypnotize her too. Giving her head a small shake she blushed slightly, her cheeks turning a slight pink looking down at her pad. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare, it's just your contacts are very detailed, most have cost a fortune," she hoped that this would cover up her mistake. She had to be insane to stare a customer down like she did, still though she was happy to do it even if it was unprofessional.

Hearing her name rise over the crowd of tables she glanced behind her, twisting her body to see. Her hands sliding down to rest at her side, she gave a smile raising her finger in a moment sign turning to look to him again. "Alright, I have to go get more drinks. But I'll bring you back your beer in a flash," with that she turned, her hips swaying from side to side maneuvering around the small wooden tables of the bar. Her hands covering her rising dress until she was safe to fix it again. Her head shaking a little to her boss, while she poured his beer.
 
Maleros didn't take his eyes off Alisa for a second, and had he been perhaps a normal man it might have been off putting. His demeanor let actions such as these play out well however. He was calculating Alisa, watching her every movement for a sign. By the look in her eyes, which when momentarily distant, she had been reminiscing, most likely to the last time a man had asked her the same question that Maleros had. Obviously most people knew what they wanted when they entered. Having no idea though, Alisa's suggestion seemed golden, and he nodded his head slowly with a delighted smile. "A light beer it is then." His teeth bared in his toothy grin, but they weren't they're usual jagged points. They were pearl white human teeth just like any other human being had, but maybe just a bit more perfect.

As Alisa began to stare into his eyes, he could feel her body begin to slow down into a trance for a moment. Not many people looked a greater demon in the eyes and lived to tell the tale, those who did though always compared it to the strangest of things. When she spoke, Maleros was forced to probe Alisa's mind just for the meaning. He had no idea what contacts were, and what he learned from this woman seemed to be the oddest thing. People used a colored shell like substance to put over, and change the appearance of their eyes. Humans did the oddest things, but apparently the natural crimson color of Maleros's eyes was not very normal, so he decided to go with the flow(A term he'd only just taken from a man seated at a nearby table). "It's okay, it happens all the time. Yeah these did cost a pretty penny. Seemed to be worth it though, don't you agree?"

Seeing that Alisa would have to depart was not exactly a cheery moment for Maleros, but to maintain a normal appearance he simply nodded, and relaxed back in his chair, watching his tender leave. Being who he was, Maleros Androfontes never made bad decisions, and this only proved his point more. His attraction to human women was often questioned, but he explained they were a very delicate form of life, quite the amusement, with the ability to fulfill one's desires. So, as he watched Alisa fulfill her normal duties, he knew that she would be able to do whatever he wanted, in fact she didn't have a choice.
 
Alisa couldn't put her finger on it, but this man was different; he was a special breed or something that she was just dying to find out. He didn't seem bothered by anything going on around him. Not even when the table next to him starting being obnoxiously loud did he really seem to mind. Or maybe she was just seeing things again, she had been working for a good four hours now and time was not on her side. The clock was close to striking 2 a.m. and she only had to work until than, meaning her energy was on the verge of flat lining. None the less she still had work and every last minute counted when it came to pleasing the customers. Having cleared three of her original five tables left her with more time to mingle, and get to know the people she was serving.

Moving to her last two tables Alisa spent a large amount of time talking to the old timers, listening to story's that she didn't particularly care for but faked interest in. After receiving a pinch to her behind she scolded the older man, playfully, even if she wanted nothing more than to hit him in the face. Bidding the men good night, she watched them go back to the reminiscing days of their youth. Coming over to Maleros's table she let her body stretch the length of the table to grab the empty bottle, smiling down at him she began to speak. "So tell me what brought you in this place anyway?" She was interested in him, something about his odd attire and fixating stare thrilled her. He seemed to be an adventurous man that would have one or two stories to tell her. Ones that she might actually like to hear rather the normal complaint or reminisce.

Looking to the clock she noticed that she had only ten minutes before it was time to call it a night. Her heart leaping with joy before turning her attention back to listen to him. Not in anyway wanting to be rude to the male she was in front of right now. Alisa listened to his reason calmly, showing her interest when he was talking to her. Her eyes still scanning over him trying to figure out his story or why she had never seen him before. After some time she excused herself with a frown, "Well sir, I must go but I enjoyed getting to talk to you. Have a wonderful night," she smiled heading to the bar, placing her money for the drinks in the machine she noted the amount of tips she received before heading out. Apron placed where she got it, her thick coat in hand as she stepped out of the bar. A smile on her face at the killing she had made.
 
It was a long night sitting in the bar, but Maleros was a patient man, for lack of a better word at the time. He partook in several kinds of alcohol, upgrading from the light beer that he initially took. They didn't have much taste in them, but he understood the point. Though he could not become intoxicated himself, he could taste the alcohol levels in each drink he took, and knew what the result would be if he could in fact get tipsy, as he understood the word to be now.

All the time that he stayed in the bar, Maleros's eye was trained on Alisa, watching her voluptuous body was a wonderful pass time in itself, but this demon had bigger plans for her. When she approached him, stretching across the table to take his drink, the man very shamelessly looked her body over. Alisa was beautiful, and soon to be all his. An answer was already prepared for the question she asked, Maleros having figured the question would eventually come up. "The Mrs. isn't acting right, and I'm not exactly one to keep liquor or fine women around the house. So I decided to come here, where apparently there is both." His words were very calm, making it an extremely believable lie. He spent the next few minutes making up a small story that he was new to the city, and was adjusting to life, which might have explained his choice in clothing.

Maleros knew that Alisa was soon to be off work, having plucked that much from the front of her mind. He bid her goodnight, and even left before she did. A very good selection on his part, as he knew it would be. It was a short walk back to the alleyway, and an even shorter time preparing the magic necessary. All of it had been laced into his voice, and eye contact. Without knowing why, Alisa would be drawn to this alley, and after that everything would be going black and hazy for a while.

When she awoke, she would be suspended above ground in a large room, much like a hall of kings. Sickly metallic chains stretched from the ceiling would be holding her in place, but no harm would come to her. Aside from such an odd location Alisa would know no harm had come to her yet. She was fully dressed, and unscathed, though she would feel slightly weak and slightly dizzy. Before her sat her abductor, perched on a golden throne at the far end of the large room, a demonic smile playing his handsome features. Maleros saw no reason to frighten her with his true form just yet. As soulless as he might be, he was smart. With a flick of his wrist, Torches lit the dim place, and Alisa would be allowed to awaken at her body's leisure, but she would find herself unable to open her mouth.
 
Taking a moment to take in the fresh air, she tired to forget the smell of the bar having never been her favorite scent since the moment she started working there. Her eyes glittered under the street lamps staring up to the night sky that would soon break with the glorious rays of the sun. One thing she hated about her job was the lack of light, she loved the night like any other club girl, but she longed to settle in the sun for a while. Shaking her head she slipped the brown jacket on over her dress, the night air nipping at her bare skin.

Sighing to herself she started her long walk home, knowing that when she would arrive she'd be met with a cool silence and dark apartment. Still, that was her home and life she didn't have any family around the area, and the thought of being involved with someone, although a nice thought, was something that she didn't have time for in her life. Her legs moved quickly to get out of the cold, her head lowered gaze to the ground as she walked. Not paying much attention she found herself slowing, her head turning to look down a dark alley that any other night she would have run from; but not this night tonight she wanted to go there.

Taking her sweet time she pulled her jacket closer to her body, her footsteps slowly approaching the alley way, her eyes nervously shifting around. The buildings seemed to be closing in on her, her lids becoming heavier the farther she walked, Alisa couldn't help herself she had to stop. Her body leaning against a building as her world went black, over a course of hours she awoke again. This time the dim lights of a room greeted her eyes making them squint in response as she focused.

The room was like nothing she had seen before, laced with golds and metals that her eyes could barely believe. Her head was spinning, throbbing painfully from the dizzy spells she was having. Trying her best to focus on what appeared to be a man she went to move her hands. Finding the gruel restraints holding her in place above the ground, her body dangling uselessly in front of the throne. Trying to speak she found her mouth wouldn't open, her eyes rimmed with fear while she noticed the man from the bar. The strange male with crimson eyes staring back at her, watching her.
 
"Odd situation to wake up in, don't you agree?" His voice was calm, as though he were speaking to just any old person he'd come across instead of a woman whom he'd taken as his own slave. "I don't suppose you planned on this when you woke up this morning, did you?" He slowly rose up from his throne, his body gliding slowly towards Alisa. His malevolent smile was almost scary, as he took the last few steps towards his newest pet. "Now, I'm going to let you open your mouth, and you're not going to scream." It wasn't a question of whether she would be good or not, it was a very straightforward statement. If Alisa decided she was not going to be calm, at least for a few seconds, she was going to die simple as that.

With a twitch of his wrist, Maleros released the magic restraining Alisa's mouth, allowing her to speak freely.
 
Her eyes only grew wider when he started to approach her, her body starting to swing from her trying her hardest to get away from him. When she came to the conclusion that she was going absolutely no where fast she settled looking at the man nervously, her lips quivering. She kept her face away from him when he spoke to her, hearing the warning in his voice she guessed that it was best not to make the man angry. The moment he released her mouth she spoke to him hurriedly, tears of fear falling in pools down her face. "Why am I here? Who are you and where am I?" she asked her questions desperately needing to know where she was and who this man really was.
 
Hearing the young woman's questions stream out amused Maleros, and he couldn't help tease her. He made a very sympathetic face, a hand reaching up to wipe the tears off her cheek, however, his eyes showed no care for how she felt. "So many questions Alisa." Face turning into a malicious smile, he let has hand slowly slide down from her face, fingertips trailing across her neck and collarbone. "Let's start with the first." Maleros looked the human in the eyes, his crimson iris's baring down on her like a tangible force. "You are here, because I want you to be here as my company." His long fingers trailed farther down, trailing along her breasts, but in no way sexual, it was just the only way to move farther down. "In my many years of existence I have become bored, and I desire you to be my entertainment."

"Who am I?" He asked, now walking around out of her line of sight. When his voice returned, he was standing behind her, his lips nearly touching her ear as he spoke. "My name is not so important, but if you feel the need to know, my name is Maleros. You however, will be formally addressing me as Master." Unable to contain himself for a moment, he put his hands on her hips, his lips coming down to slowly rest on the soft skin of her neck. His nose filled with the very pheromones that had attracted him to her, and it made his eyes flash in delight. When he pulled away, he slowly circled her again. "Now, where you are is of less importance. But no this, it is much safer in this room than anywhere outside. There is no place like home, and this is yours now."
 
Alisa tried to stay calm as the man circled her telling her the horrors of what she was going to be experiencing from here on out. She wished that this was a terrible dream, one that she had fallen into when she got home and merely was waiting for herself to wake. She gave shuttered at the feel of his hands laying against her body. Her heart was racing rapidly in her chest, hurting her rib cage from it violent pounding and pulsing. Her veins filling faster with blood and adrenaline as he spoke of her new home and what she should call him. Alisa kept her mouth shut, not wanting to die because of something her fast talking mouth had to say about the situation she was in.

Looking into his eyes as he came back around she started to size him up, wondering just what it would take to escape his gruesome hands if she tried. Looking up at the chain that bound her above the ground she doubted very much that she would be able to get out of them unless he let her go. Looking back to Maleros she started to feel strange her stomach twisting in the realization she would truly never be let go. "What do you mean entertainment?" she shook out of her vibration throat.
 
Watching Alisa in such a way really getting to Maleros. It wasn't typical behavior for a demon to be attracted to humans, but some, Maleros being one felt an odd attraction, and it was very strong indeed. Stepping forward, the being put his hand up, fingertips lightly touching Alisa. After an odd flash of light that seemed to emanate from Maleros's eyes, the woman's wine colored dress would seem to just fall off of her as a pool of liquid, the entire physical make up being changed. Of course following it's action were Alisa's lace undergarments, creating a pool of liquid beneath her that quickly dissipated out of existence. This now left the woman completely naked in front of her captor.

"Such an amazing creation you are." Once again, he circled her slowly, until he was behind her again. "Women I mean. To think such a creation couldn't be born into this realm" Finding himself unable to stop, Maleros's hands found themselves on Alisa's naked body, his hands cupping her breasts greedily as he kissed the exposed skin on her back. Slowly the chains that held the girl lowered until her feet were touching the floor, before releasing her entirely. If she wanted, she could run, not that she would know where to go.
 
To Alisa's horror she watched at her clothes seemed to materials away from her, turning to a liquid on her body she tried to understand what was happening. The feeling of her clothes strange and unfamiliar to her, watching them slid from her body as ink would down a paper she couldn't look up. Her under garments soon following suit leaving her to the harsh air that filled the room, her body shivering to the bone while she tried to move her hands, wanting to cover her naked form from this monster that had bounded her here. Watching him walk around her she hated not being able to see him behind her.

Yet she rather not know what he was doing behind her, than having her body realize where he was going to do to her. His words haunting her ears, she shook her head at his hands. Her nipples budding from the cool air and the man's aggressive touch, her body liked the touch, even if she hated it. When she was released she rushed from him, not trying to run away completely just wanting to move from the man touching her body.
 
It would suck to realize there really was no going back wouldn't it? That would be something Alisa would realize when she tried to rush from Maleros, only to find that she ran right into his solid chest, his hands quickly gripping her by the wrist. It did not upset him that she tried to run, in fact it excited him even more. This human was starting to intrigue him more and more. "Now now, where are you going? We still have so many things to do together?" He spoke with a malicious smile, as he walked back with her until he reached his rather large throne. Sitting in it, he released Alisa's wrists. She would find though that an overwhelming force had brought her to her knees, her face right in front of Maleros's crotch.

"Now, need I say it, or do you know what to do?"
 
Alisa recoiled against his solid chest, seeing the man in front of her when moments before he hadn't been made her beyond nervous. Her heart racing quicker and quicker, who was this man really? She couldn't help but think him strong, his hold on her as gentle as anything she had ever felt, even if she was shaking in her skin. When he let her go she was going to race away from him again, her eyes widening as she was brought to her knees. Her face coming across his groin that stared back at her, his voice filling her head making her shake her head back and forth. Of course she knew what he wanted, but she would be damned if she was going to give it to this man. "No, just let me go," she cried out.
 
Maleros hadn't really expected Alisa to just get to it, but it was a small hope. "Just let you go...." He said the words as though it were the oddest thing he had ever said. "And where will you go? Back to your world?" Leaning forward in the throne, he lifted a finger, forcing Alisa into the air, suspended in open space by a force she could not stop. "Back to serving drinks in a bar? Back to a home that's cold and alone? Without love? Without purpose?" He grunted, and let her drop back to the floor, a subtle crash that would do no real damage. If nothing else she would just be shaken up by falling from being suspended in air. "I'm giving you a reason to exist, now serve your purpose." Resting back once more, he gave her a very stern look. During her time asleep, Maleros took the liberty of going through her mind. It really was a sad story, and he might have felt sympathy had it been possible for him. "Either that, or I'll show you the real meaning of pain."
 
Alisa swallowed hard, she was shaking violently from being suspended in the air by nothing, the very idea making her uncomfortable of the man. What are you? She wanted to question him, he wasn't human. He couldn't be, unless he was a skilled magician and than she was sorry to see that he had turned evil. Shaking her head at him about not having a purpose in the world made her sadden, she did have a purpose and it was for her to live the way she wanted to; not some over grown male. Still, at this point in time she didn't want to die so she could live that purpose, crawling forward she let her sobs and tears soak her face. Her hands fiddling with his pants, shaking more than she could help reaching in grabbing the male. Feeling how large he was she only teared more, running her hand up and down on his cock to get him hard.
 
It would have been normal to care that this woman was crying the way she was wouldn't it? Well, Maleros felt nothing, if anything he was amused. He had defeated this woman's pride, and bent her relatively easily to his will. As she crawled forward to him he relaxed, satisfied that she was no longer going to fight what was happening. With his cock exposed, a malevolent laugh started in the demon's throat as he took in the power he commanded over this woman. As she began to stroke him, he let his head fall back a second, his cock swelling as Alisa started to get him hard. When he looked back down, you could see the demon in him. His once calm human face was taking on very inhuman features. A dark red hue began to touch his pale skin color, and his teeth became jagged and shark like. "That's it," He said, his alluring voice filling the room with an eerie chill. "You must know what you're doing, hm?"
 
Alisa was shaking worse, her eyes casting over the man that had once sat in front of her was far from that; he was inhuman and she was sure he almost looked demonic. Hearing his words she felt her body shaking in her skin, goosebumps running along her body making her more than just a little uncomfortable. She couldn't help the smile that almost slipped to her expression, she did know what she was doing and as soon as she built up enough courage she would do what she was thinking. Running her hands faster on the thing she thought the blood had rushed enough to his cock, bending over she licked her full lips. Her mind set on what she was going to do, nerves rattling with every movement. Letting her lips finally touch the swollen head she let her warm, wet mouth fall down on him. Her next moving going to be the most dangerous as she ready her teeth.
 
Maleros liked the way Alisa very slowly prepared herself, and he couldn't help but watch in anticipation as she bent over his cock, licking her lips. As she took him into her mouth, he let his eyes close very slowly, taking in the feeling of her wet mouth wrapped around his cock. A low groan escaped his lips from the feeling, as he waited for Alisa to continue. What he did not know was that she had planned on using her teeth on him. Not that it would do much to Maleros. Human's didn't have the strength to break greater demon skin, or hurt them for that matter. The most he would feel would be an odd tingle, but he would definitely know why. It wasn't always the result, but the principle, and Maleros would not be to happy at the fact of his new slave trying to bite him.
 
Alisa kept up the act, wondering how much she should actually suck him before trying to hurt the man until he let her go, she guessed only a couple of sucks would work. Letting her mouth move over him more, she sucked slowly on the man keeping her true talents away from his cock, not wanting to please her captive. Her mind waiting for the right moment, the right sound, looking up she saw his eyes close and grinned around him. Taking her chance she bite down on his cock, finding that the muscle bulged under her teeth but did little else than that making her nervous fast. How could she pull this off as an accident or form of pleasure?
 
Everything was fine, just fine, but humans always found a way to mess things up. Trying to bite him? Really? Alisa was desperate and Maleros knew that, but she must not have completely thought things through. Though he looked pretty normal, she should have known that there was something a bit too different about her captor. The bite didn't hurt, but a small tingle on his skin let him know that there was the attempt. With a disappointed sigh, he put a hand on her head, gripping a handful of her beautiful brown hair. Inhuman strength pulled her mouth off his cock, and lifted her very painfully into the air. "Now, I know you know that wasn't right." Throwing her to the ground, he stepped away from his throne, letting his body revert more to it's original form as he went. In place of his hands were charred skin and claws, following a similar patter up his whole body, all except his face.

"I could kill you at will Alisa," He started, kneeling next to her body. "However, I don't want to. You are a bit more valuable than that." Gripping her hair again, he pulled her head up. "But not so valuable that all actions will be forgiven." With his demonic fingers interlaced in the locks of her hair, he stood up, bringing her up with him so he could look her in the eyes. "You think I've lived thousands of years as a greater demon to let you, a human, do whatever you want? You would be mistaken."
 
Alisa felt him pulling at her hair, her body starting to lift from the ground to her dismay her hair being the only thing holding her up. She kicked her legs out, her hands moving to hold his hand from the pressure proving to be to much for her to take. Her body hit the ground yet again that night, only this time it stung more than she recalled the last had. Looking up at him with large eyes she shook her head at him, her hands holding up to ask for forgiveness and protection from him. She watched in movie horror at him, his real form scaring her more than he did himself. He was a demon and the closer he got the more scared she became, feeling him hoist her by her hair again she stared at him with pleading eyes.

He was angry and that much she knew, his form being something out of her worst nightmare. How could this be happening to her? She had never done anything to deserve for this demon to make her his slave. "I was only teasing master," she thought quickly her words spilling from her mouth faster. "I was merely going to run my teeth along your cock for shiver, sensation master nothing more," she tried looking to him
 
Hearing her explanation cooled Maleros's temper quite a bit, and almost made a smile touch his lips. Of course it was a lie, who wouldn't lie to save their own life. It was smart. "Only teasing, hm?" A deep chuckle filled the room, that grew into an evil malicious laugh. "I like that." There was no release, as the demon continued to hold her by her hair. Her pleading face was cute, cute enough to make Maleros relax a bit. Cracking his neck, his body very slowly reverted to his human form. Very slowly he released his grip, humane digits uncurling from her hair instead of vicious claws. True, he was still upset, but he was willing to give Alisa a chance. "Well then, you better keep up with your lies. I won't be so forgiving the second time." With his cock still so exposed, Maleros looked his slave up and down, a small smirk touching his lips. "Get to your knees, slave. We're not quite done hear."
 
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