Disobeying Orders (Jashin and Dakol)

[Lord Dakol]

Haste landed in the underbrush of the trees, taking cover and hiding himself from sight. His nose had picked up a unique scent, combining Black Demon blood with... the female aroma. He hoped that he was not being misled as he ran across the small forest, his long, crimson hair whipping past his eyes. His fangs slowly extended as he searched for the female Demon. He stopped just before he entered a clearing and spotted something in the distance.

Ever since King Kuro of the Black Demons attacked them, he was on alert for any Demon scouts that may be lurking.

"Hello..." he muttered as he waited for the perfect moment to strike and capture whoever it was.

 

[Jashin]

Essver was no ordinary demon, she was no one less than the daughter of the feared King Kuro, one of the demon king’s many children. It was her position as the princess of the black demons that drove her to be in vampire territory. For Kuro’s heir would not be the eldest of his brood, but the one who demonstrated the most cunning, the most strength, and the most tenacity. So she had gone on a solo mission, hoping to gain information the demons could use to their advantage.

The princess was ravaging, with flowing hair the color of darkest night that went past her hips, and shining predatory eyes that missed little. Her form was one that any man, and many women, would desire. With Large breasts and a round ass combined with a slim waist. She was perhaps a little taller than most women, though a little shorter than most men. Currently she was dressed in a leather cat suit that conformed to her body like a second skin, giving her full range of moment and helping her to blend into the night.

Currently she was disappointed that she had seemingly made this trip for nothing. She had seen neither hide nor fang of any of the leeches, or anything that could be of use to her. She lounges against a tree, taking a moments rest. If something didn’t happen soon she would be forced to retreat back to demon territory, the night wasted.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Haste sneaked towards her, using the night to blend in. He wore almost nothing to protect himself, part of his pride and his strength. He wore no shirt, his slim, pale muscles; a pitch black bat tattoo lay across his left shoulder, and a thin tribal tattoo branched around his right arm.

He wore black baggy pants that had many straps of various colors that went from one leg to another. Around his neck were tight chokers, but didn't seem to bother him as he appeared behind her soundlessly, though his strong odor of masculine of Blood.

 

[Jashin]

With a sigh Esser prepared to turn around and head back to the demon’s territory. She lets out an annoyed sigh as she turns around and...notices an incredibly sexy male vampire standing right in front of her.

How could he have gotten up to her so easily? She was a renowned fighter among the demons, and had even killed vampires in the past. Yet this man had gotten to her with triggering any of her senses. Now that she was aware of him, however, his scent overwhelms her. A scent of pure masculinity and power. Shaking her head to clear it, she growls at the vampire and attacks, swinging her heel at his head in an attempt to get him in the temple, ending the fight quickly.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Haste smirked and calculated the attack, and swiftly crouched down and avoided the blow to the head. While her foot was flying past, he stood up and grabbed her ankle, forcing her to stop abruptly. "That all?" he asked, fangs bared. Using the force of his advantage, he pushed her foot up and made her crash roughly to the grass, and let go and quickly grabbed her wrists to easily pin her down. His legs went over hers to completely make her immobile.

 

[Jashin]

The fight was over faster than it had begun. She lets out a groan as her body slams into the ground, the air being knocked from her lungs as she slams into the ground with combined force of her own momentum and the strength of the vampires arms.

She tries to slip out from under him, but he is too quick for that, grabbing her wrist and pinning her legs with his body. She struggles against him with all her considerable might, but can’t get the vampire off of her. “Bastard! Get off me so I can kill you!” She grunts and groans as she writhes under his body, trying desperately to escape.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Haste laughed maliciously, and raised an eyebrow, "Yes, that's a convincing reason!" he exclaimed, using more pressure to cause her a bit of pain to her entire body.

He looked at her entire, luscious body and gasped in surprise as he realized who she was, or at least, who her father was. "You're one of King Kuro's daughters! And you obviously take after your mother!" he growled in arousal.

 

[Jashin]

Essver lets out a growl of discomfort as the vampire on top of her presses down harder, causing pain to shoot though her body. That was not her primary concern, her primary concern was that the scent of the vampire on front of her had chanced, growing more aroused, as had the growl in his voice. Even more disturbing was how sexy that seemed.

“Yeah, my father is the King…now get the fuck off me you leech!” She spits at his face as she tries to cause him harm in any possible way she can.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Haste felt her saliva land on his cheek, and chuckled. "By the way, what's your name, darlin'? If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine..." he said, leaning in close in enough for their noses to touch.

"Leech? THAT'S the best you can come up with?" he laughed at her attempt to insult him.

 

[Jashin]

She growls at the vampire as he gets closer and closer to her face, her eyes narrowing as she glares at him, looking at her captor right in the eye. Her face showed undiluted hatred and rage, with perhaps an undertone of lust and a hint of embarrassment at being defeated so easily. She raises her head up quickly in an attempt to headbut the male on top of her.

“It is Essver, you parasitic peasant, not one last time…GET…OFF! You worthless piece of slime who can apparently only get a woman’s touch by pinning her to the ground!” she hopped that insult went over better than the standard “leech” one.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Haste observed as she swung her head forward and... took it? His pale skin cracked and Blood trickled down his forehead and touched his lips. His tongue wiped it clean, and reared his head back, not being hurt by the assault in the slightest. His blood was now on her face as he chuckled.

"Better better. Now... Princess Essver; you can call me Haste Battosai," he smirked.