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RE: Those Naughty Little Ones [ Dangerous Tendencies & Anderian ]
Samantha Greene pulled the bun out of her hair, shooing the guy away. Afflicted dominance, as she called it, only being able to attracted submissive men to her bedroom. Not that she minded however. It was actually quite rewarding when a man threw himself at you. But sometimes she felt as thigh there was more to life than taking control in the bedroom. More to life than tying up a man and making herself cum against him. More than being dominant over all.
Try as she might, to achieve at least a somewhat equal relationship, she could not. She was perpetually aggressive, with an alpha mentality, always seeking to control. At least... subconsciously. The woman secretly hoped a man would come to her and sweep her off her feet, taking her and showing her what a real man could do.
It never made itself quite apparent, that no matter how macho a man may seem, there's always the chance that their secret fantasy is to be taken by force. Playfully, but nonetheless forcefully. It was quite an interesting coincidence that she managed to find that secret desire in every man she met at a bar, at a club, at a coffee shop... even at work, her non-married colleagues were secret subs or even sissies. She didn't mind showing them power, but it grew rather boring, and monotonous.
And Samantha wasn't ugly either. She was a striking blonde with deep emerald eyes, standing at 5'9", rather tall for a woman from her family. She carried a surgically perfected bust on her chest, a solid 38DD with the help of silicon. Her body was curvy, well formed with little trace of fat. Under normal circumstance, one would think that an appearance such as hers would attract more than just subs and sissy boys, and occasionally she did. But she carried a particular aura about her, an air almost indescribable. One could attribute it to supernatural forces and others might say it was her posture, her demeanor. While it was more likely truer for the latter, the supernatural essence was not lost on the subject, as strange things walked the Earth.
And just such strange thing silently observed Samantha.
-~*~-
Ayryx melded into the shadows, watching the large breasted blonde push a naked man out of her apartment. The woman was a curiosity, that much could be certain. Quite a dominant person, yet Ayryx could tell she grew bored of the practice. All in due time, the demoness would see this woman taken. But for now she simply watched and waited.
Ayryx was a demonic being of lust. Yet she was not simply that. Nor was she a simple succubus. Her purpose was far beyond what lesser hellspawns intend to do on the Earth, which is to kill and drain life essence. Although Ayryx made her own delegations on her course of existence, she found herself more or less in the employ of Lazarus, doing various jobs to suit what required powerful entity of darkness such as herself, granted that Lazarus himself was no human, at least in the bounds of what classifies as one.
Quite a lot of those jobs were simply to pleasure him, a task at which she was rather skilled and well equipped to do. In the bedroom, she subbed to him, allowing him to take control of her, to an extent. But under any other circumstance in which she was in bed with a male, she was indeed quite controlling herself, to the point of mind control.
Being a demoness of lust, it was no stretch of the imagination that she was utterly gorgeous, seductive, and irresistible. She bore bronzed skin, bearing demonic designs and symbols tattooed upon it, placed upon a slim and curvy frame, with a healthy set of breasts and a firm bottom. Her hair was jet black and silky to the touch. Her face, however, was often her most captivating feature, having sharp yet attractive angles, full lips, and a set of eyes that burned amber and blood red, having slits for pupils instead of normal round ones. In her mouth, she bore sharp fangs, adding to her already intimidating appearance. Lastly, adorning her head, were thick, dark horns, of which she can hide if she so chooses. She casts a powerful presence, and it often affects the way humans speak to her.
Once she had seen enough, she decided to inform Lazarus of the woman. Ayryx sauntered into the club and scanned for her employer, shrugging off the ogling stares that more than one man threw her way, as if she was fresh meat. But no one dared approach her, as she made her way to the bar and seated herself next to Lazarus.
"I believe I have found new blood," She said plainly, "She asserts her dominance over many men. Might I suggest we show her the other end of the stick?"
Samantha Greene pulled the bun out of her hair, shooing the guy away. Afflicted dominance, as she called it, only being able to attracted submissive men to her bedroom. Not that she minded however. It was actually quite rewarding when a man threw himself at you. But sometimes she felt as thigh there was more to life than taking control in the bedroom. More to life than tying up a man and making herself cum against him. More than being dominant over all.
Try as she might, to achieve at least a somewhat equal relationship, she could not. She was perpetually aggressive, with an alpha mentality, always seeking to control. At least... subconsciously. The woman secretly hoped a man would come to her and sweep her off her feet, taking her and showing her what a real man could do.
It never made itself quite apparent, that no matter how macho a man may seem, there's always the chance that their secret fantasy is to be taken by force. Playfully, but nonetheless forcefully. It was quite an interesting coincidence that she managed to find that secret desire in every man she met at a bar, at a club, at a coffee shop... even at work, her non-married colleagues were secret subs or even sissies. She didn't mind showing them power, but it grew rather boring, and monotonous.
And Samantha wasn't ugly either. She was a striking blonde with deep emerald eyes, standing at 5'9", rather tall for a woman from her family. She carried a surgically perfected bust on her chest, a solid 38DD with the help of silicon. Her body was curvy, well formed with little trace of fat. Under normal circumstance, one would think that an appearance such as hers would attract more than just subs and sissy boys, and occasionally she did. But she carried a particular aura about her, an air almost indescribable. One could attribute it to supernatural forces and others might say it was her posture, her demeanor. While it was more likely truer for the latter, the supernatural essence was not lost on the subject, as strange things walked the Earth.
And just such strange thing silently observed Samantha.
-~*~-
Ayryx melded into the shadows, watching the large breasted blonde push a naked man out of her apartment. The woman was a curiosity, that much could be certain. Quite a dominant person, yet Ayryx could tell she grew bored of the practice. All in due time, the demoness would see this woman taken. But for now she simply watched and waited.
Ayryx was a demonic being of lust. Yet she was not simply that. Nor was she a simple succubus. Her purpose was far beyond what lesser hellspawns intend to do on the Earth, which is to kill and drain life essence. Although Ayryx made her own delegations on her course of existence, she found herself more or less in the employ of Lazarus, doing various jobs to suit what required powerful entity of darkness such as herself, granted that Lazarus himself was no human, at least in the bounds of what classifies as one.
Quite a lot of those jobs were simply to pleasure him, a task at which she was rather skilled and well equipped to do. In the bedroom, she subbed to him, allowing him to take control of her, to an extent. But under any other circumstance in which she was in bed with a male, she was indeed quite controlling herself, to the point of mind control.
Being a demoness of lust, it was no stretch of the imagination that she was utterly gorgeous, seductive, and irresistible. She bore bronzed skin, bearing demonic designs and symbols tattooed upon it, placed upon a slim and curvy frame, with a healthy set of breasts and a firm bottom. Her hair was jet black and silky to the touch. Her face, however, was often her most captivating feature, having sharp yet attractive angles, full lips, and a set of eyes that burned amber and blood red, having slits for pupils instead of normal round ones. In her mouth, she bore sharp fangs, adding to her already intimidating appearance. Lastly, adorning her head, were thick, dark horns, of which she can hide if she so chooses. She casts a powerful presence, and it often affects the way humans speak to her.
Once she had seen enough, she decided to inform Lazarus of the woman. Ayryx sauntered into the club and scanned for her employer, shrugging off the ogling stares that more than one man threw her way, as if she was fresh meat. But no one dared approach her, as she made her way to the bar and seated herself next to Lazarus.
"I believe I have found new blood," She said plainly, "She asserts her dominance over many men. Might I suggest we show her the other end of the stick?"
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