Mark of the Chosen [Mercury and Zprimal]

[Zprimal]

"...In keeping with their promise to humanity, eleven new Assessment Centers will be opening in select cities by the end of the month. Despite the attempted attack by fringe elements, operations in the new facility in New York thankfully remain unaffected. Peacekeeping forces have already made several arrests from known collaborators," The display changed show several hooded individuals being escorted into the back of a van, the news anchor continued, "In response to the unprovoked attack on our society, Praetor Rosier reaches out to us," The screen faded into the cyan insignia of the Praetor Office, before fading into the man himself. The news channel continued to play upon the wall it was mounted on in the common study area as several men in black suits swept through the area, announcing the presence of one of the school's investors.

Julius Solis walked along the corridor which ran along the side of the common study area, his gaze sweeping up and down as he examined the students. The man wore an office shirt, rolled up to his elbows. Barely hidden by the collar of his shirt were small black scales on the surface of his skin, hinting of his demonic heritage.

More so than the students, he was concerned about the state of the property itself, there were some reports, unreleased to the public that there were some collaborators within this campus. In his university. Technically not his, but with the amount his family had spent on the campus itself, as well as the influence he held over institutions in the area, it was considered to be his even by the authorities.

His glasses, once tinted, grew clear as it reacted to the lower lighting indoors. "It's all well and good. But I've been saying I want to have a look at your labs, your sciences department. Ever since the incident yesterday, I've been slightly curious about the nature of the different schools and their students. Young people are known to be... more willing to act out on their beliefs as seen throughout your kinds history," Less to lose, less experience, less understanding of the world in general, but no less enthusiastic to bring about change that they deemed was right. He looked down at the other man who was leading the tour, a Dean, "Any demonstrations of any sorts? I'm just concerned if things get out of hand, it means damaged property and you should be as well." It also won't look too good on my family if a troublemaker was coming from the organization I am supposed to oversee.

"Of course, sir. This way if you will." They were led to the sciences without much incident but he could not help but noticed some posters for protests strewn around. He scooped up a flyer and examined it. The flyer called for the assembly of students before the admin office to protest demon influence in society. The poster and flyers seemed fresh, and the date of the demonstration was a few days away. His eyes swiveled one way and the next and caught sight of one of the students handing out flyers, the students handing out the flyers wore a badge on their collars. "Seems like... your students are very enthusiastic in their beliefs. Take care that they don't get involved with the police." He turned back to the Dean, "Shall we?"

They were brought to the labs, where he began to examine the state of the classroom while checking the locks on the chemical cabinets. There were still a handful of students still in the lab but he paid them no heed, probably working on their papers or something. It was not of his concern today. "Can I have a look at the supply room?" He asked. This was what he was here for, if anything something would have been tampered with, chemicals stolen or even meddled and stored here.

 

[pariah]

Yve’s doe-like blue eyes pranced distractedly over the thesis work before her as her lab partner droned on and on about the rebels and their foolish attacks on the demon communities, not realizing that the young girl who had been rooming with her in the dormitories and collaborating with her on their group project was the daughter of one of those cells. Yve would normally be a little more worried after arrests were made, but she’d received a calming message from her mother this morning that her parents were okay. Raids had missed their location and they had received her latest package. All was well, and their mission still on track.

Still, the base of her skull tingled and she couldn’t shake the sensation of trouble.

”Twenty-five milliliters has a reaction time of three seconds,” Tama recited clearly, not glancing up from her station in anticipation that Yve was paying attention to their times as they ran through their experiment one more time. When Yve did not respond with a comparison to the first set of data, Tama’s black, almond eyes lifted up and peered at her partner through her plastic safety goggles.

”Yvonne!” she snapped, startling the petite redhead out of her thoughts. ”Twenty-five milliliters is three seconds. Record it and pay attention.”

Yve frowned at the girl’s bossy tone. Tama was president of their class’ branch of the Human-Demon Coalition, valedictorian, Yve’s roommate in the dormitories, and the closest thing to a friend she had in this damned place. Which wasn’t saying much, considering that Tama wasn’t very nice or reliable, and there seemed to always be a sense of distaste in her tone whenever she talked to or about Yvonne. They were complete opposites. Tama was tall and curvaceous with sleek, raven-black hair, olive skin and almond-shaped eyes so dark they may as well be black holes. She had turned eighteen two days ago and was scheduled for her final assessment in a short time, which she would surely pass. It was her goal to become a demon’s companion, and she wore it on her sleeve like it was an honor.

And then there was Yvonne. She was petite, barely two inches past five feet tall, and a slender frame and innocent face that aided her in her lie that she was only seventeen. With long red hair that feathered and frizzed about her face, a slight splattering of freckles, large blue eyes and a natural pout, Yvonne had been easily able to forge her records when she first started at the academy so that she was believed to be almost a younger than she really was. Truth was, she had turned eighteen nearly six months ago. Her records at the school claimed she wouldn’t be eighteen for another eight months, giving her almost a year to get whatever else she needed for her family before slipping out of the school before her final assessment.

It was a risk, but it was worth it.

”Well if you’d stop bitching about rebels, you’d be easier to pay attention to,” Yve snapped as she noted the reaction time in her notebook and then shot her eyes back up to Tama’s with a challenging glare.

Tama’s lips parted, seemingly surprised by Yvonne’s retort, when the lab doors opened and the Dean walked in with a handsome and sharply dressed man. Tama’s eyes widened, clearly recognizing Julius Solis for who and what he was, and Yve dropped her eyes back down to her notebook as she made a few more notes. She didn’t know who Julius was, but she knew what he was. His shirt didn’t hide those scales very well at all. Tama whispered for Yve to take the containers to the safe disposal area while she plucked off her safety goggles, straightened her hair and then made her way over to the two men with wide and purposeful strides.

She held her hand out confidently, her eyes burning with barely contained desire as she smiled brightly.

”Mr. Solis, it’s a pleasure. I’m Tama Price, President of this center’s Coalition. If you need anything at all from the student body, please be sure to let me know,” she offered, emphasizing certain words and syllables to make her offer inherently clear. ”I can make myself available whenever you would need me.”

Yve’s back was to the men, her face twisted in disgust as she rolled her eyes so hard her head nearly wrenched off her neck. She dumped the containers with the chemicals down the designated drain and then began to clean them, glancing over her shoulder at the locked cases. Tama and the Dean were explaining that there were only three people in the school who had keys to the locks, and that it was themselves and the chemistry teacher. Yve could feel her time running out. Being Tama’s roommate would make her an easy suspect.

Setting the cylinders on the drying rack, Yvonne wiped off her hands and then made her way back to the table where she had her bag and notebooks. She began to gather them up, rolling her eyes up to watch Tama as the girl practically threw herself at the demon executive. Yvonne hooked the backpack over her shoulder and then walked over to the trio. She smiled pleasantly, apologizing for interrupting before she touched Tama’s elbow for her attention.

”The equipment is all cleaned up. I’m going to head back to the dorms and start working on our final paper. I’ll see you later?”

In front of the dean and Julius, Tama was far more friendly with Yvonne. She nodded, her smile just as bright with the other human girl as it had been when she’d first introduced herself to Julius, thanking Yvonne and letting her know she’d meet up with her later.

”Take your time,” she reassured, nodding again to the demon and Dean before excusing herself from the lab.

Tama returned her attention to Julius while Yvonne made her way back to their dorm room. She had evidence of her most recent raid under her bed that she hadn’t been able to dispose of yet. She would need to do that immediately, and send word to her mother that the academy’s investors were in the area.

 

[Zprimal]

The dark-haired man looked up at the girl when she seized the opportunity when there was a lull in the conversation and introduced herself. She had a charming, very charming figure, one that would easily clear the Assessment Center's screening without issue. The Centers were made to look for the best-looking females to be turned into property for sale to their demon overlords. He took her hand and shook it firmly, surprised that she actually knew who he was. The dean frowned, rightfully so, when she made the statement which could have been misinterpreted as promiscuous. "Miss Price, if you would correct your statement," He laughed, attempting to diffuse the situation should Julius take it wrong.

"An honest mistake," His amber eyes locked with her dark hues. "Though perhaps not, considering your knowledge of who I am." There was a small curve in his lips as he teased lightly before releasing her hand from his grip. He then turned to the dean to ask more about who had access to the supply room, only to have Tama interject with information of who held the keys. All three of them were in this exact room. It was an interesting thing but that narrowed down the list of potential suspects. All he needed to do now would be to call in the local law enforcement and they would handle the rest of the investigation. But that would be them capturing the perpetrator, not him. He wanted to avoid that if possible. The capture of the potential perpetrator had to have his hand in it.

He took a mental note of Tama and the redhead as she turned to bid her friend goodbye. "I would like to use one of the fridges for a medicine. Since there is the danger of industrial spies. The medicine is a big step in the direction of mankind and demonkind coming closer together. Let's say that this will cause a drastic shift, we may not need the Assessment Centers in a matter of years time." He leaned on the table casually, contrasting with the rather rigid posture of the dean. "We have discovered a way to bypass the need for demon companion pact marks."

"I thought they said it was physically impossible?" The balding man of a dean raised the question.

"That was what was wrong. It wasn't exactly physical. So I've been told. There were some things we had not tested on our side. However, it has been showing positive results and we plan to unveil it in the coming six months." Julius formed a bridge with his fingers, "But to avoid industrial spies, we had to keep the sample size small to prevent leaks. Data is also strictly controlled to prevent it being copied. I have the intention of storing the master samples of the medicine here as well as the mainline research data. Only for a day as we wait for it to be shipped out of the city to a more secure location overseas."

If there was anything good about this conversation, it was the fact that the two of them had little reason to doubt him. One was already displaying a degree of subserviency while the other, a student, clearly revered demonkind. There was a pregnant pause as the dean considered this. "If only for a day. We don't want to be meddling too much in your politics."

"Of course," Julius nodded. "I'm assuming this would be kept a secret?" The thing about secrets was that they ceased being secrets once one spoke on it. Which was exactly what he had done. Oh the irony.

The man nodded, "When will it be coming in?"

"Tomorrow then. I'll have the logistics team check at the admin office and you can show them where to put it. They will be able to handle the rest. We will have the case to be brought out tomorrow." He glanced at his watch before glancing briefly at the beauty opposite him. "I think that concludes the tour. Thank you for showing me around."

He turned to Tama, "Miss Price... correct? You said you were the president of the coalition, I'm curious on how extensive your knowledge on demonkind is. I wouldn't mind filling you in with information you may have been lacking in-"

That was when Dean Peters put his foot down, "I was thinking, Miss Price has her final papers due soon, and should focus on her studies. Not to imply that the Human-Demon Coalition isn't important."

"Of course. I think she should be able to know where her priorities are. It would be a waste if such potential is spent the wrong way." His lips curved into a sly smile as he awaited the girl's choice.

 

[pariah]

Tama was noticeably surprised at the information shared. A new way to bond human females to demons? Without the mark? Her eyes were softly wide in surprise, her lips parted in a curious little ‘o’ as she moved her hands to fold behind the small of her back. The posture arched her spine, causing her breasts to jut out invitingly though there wasn’t much to be admired through the full coverage of her school uniform.

”It’s a shame this hasn’t been developed earlier,” she commented thoughtfully, canting her head to the side as she turned her attention briefly to the dean before returning her gaze to his own. ”I hear that the mark is quite painful to receive, though of course it would always depend on the girls’... constitution.”

Their ability to handle pain. She smirked, clearly flirting with him and doing her best, not so subtly, to let him know she was… prepared for what it would take to be with a demon.

She waited patiently then, as Julius and Dean Peters figured out the logistics of storing the new medicine within the chemistry lab refrigerators. It wasn’t until Julius addressed her directly that her eyes once more lifted up to his and she smiled that same little devilish smile. When he asked if he had her name correct, she nodded, her smile becoming even more alluring and inviting as he continued - until Dean Peters interrupted.

The look she gave him could have frozen a lesser man, but Dean Peters was not looking at her, and her expression quickly transformed into something much softer once again.

”I appreciate your concern over my academics, Dean Peters,” she began, her tone light and accommodating before her eyes danced back up to Julius. It was clear before she even said the words, where exactly her priorities were. ”Though I finished my paper this morning. Yvonne and I were simply re-checking our work to be extra sure we were correct before submitting our thesis.”

Those dark eyes rolled back over to the Dean, and she raised a single manicured eyebrow with a delicate smile.

”With that, all my studies have concluded before my final assessment and I have more than enough time to brush up on my demonic knowledge with Mr. Solis before my exams.”

When Dean Peters had no ground to argue, she returned her attention to Julius and smiled.

”Has the Dean offered you a tour of the dormitories, yet, Mr. Solis? I’m sure an investor would like to see the conditions in which future Chosen stay during their education?”

 

[Zprimal]

Julius watched the Senior's face harden when the state of her preparedness was challenged before transforming back into something more appealing, a vixen smile upon her face as she attempted to lure him further in without a word. He had seen her types among the Chosen, marks branded to their bellies, but generally more presentable compared to their other counterparts, they walked by their masters but were more than capable of interjecting for their master, much to the annoyance of some Patriarchs who believed that Chosen was property who should shut their mouths until it was time to service their masters.

Dean Peters turned to her, frowning, "Miss Price, I'm not sure you know what this entails," But he relented, "However if that is what you think is best for yourself, I won't stop you."

He turned back to Julius, "Patriarch, then I leave you in Miss Price's care." He glanced at Tama, "I'm assuming she'd be at least be polite to show you back to the car park." With that, he bade them good evening and left the room.

"I did not have the chance to tour the dormitories," He shook his head, no. His eyes lingered briefly on her friendly face before sliding downwards, already undressing her with his eyes. His face betrayed little intention despite what was going on in the back of his mind. "I'm more interested in what is available for students to keep themselves in shape since Dean Peters has informed me that physical scores actually affect a student's schedule; whether they have to take extra gym sessions after school and such. So you could say my concerns are at rest."

"However, if there is a reason you'd like to visit the dormitories, I don't mind accompanying you for a bit. However, I think it would be best to inform you that I was considering a meal outside the campus before retiring to the Lycus Hotel." He cracked a smile then knowing that if she was indeed president of a coalition, she would relish the chance to enter such an establishment, not to mention it's pre-war history as a prestigious hotel indicated that her evening would be spent in luxury. "So perhaps you'd want to be dressed more appropriately."

Lycus Hotel, previously a hotel of another name, renovated completely to repair damages and to be a Praetor Office branch, located deep in the heart of a core district. This meant that Demons of considerable standing, specifically of the rank of Praetor, and their Human subordinates, Prelates, were extremely common. Core districts had checkpoints limiting access in and out, which made it safe enough for Patriarchs to want to stay instead of having to return to the portal daily. It was much more common to see a Demon and a Chosen in his arm here than anywhere else in the city.

He gestured for her to lead the way and followed in step with her. "So tell me Miss Price, I'm assuming that have a strong grasp of recent history and know that New York city is a rather special place for Human-Demon relations." Lycus Hotel, then under another name was the place where the first Chosen was offered up as a tribute. Lieutenant Everett, offered herself up in exchange for the safety for all those who were within the walls of the hotel, but it was out of necessity, not out of personal gain. This formed the base for the system of Chosen and further decimation of the human race.

 

[pariah]

‘I'm assuming she'd be at least be polite to show you back to the car park’ the dean clipped, earning himself a chilling side eye from the younger woman before her attention returned to the Patriarch of the Solis clan. If all went well this evening, she would be showing him much more than a car park, and earning herself a place in a very prestigious family.

”Don’t worry, Dean Peters. I’ll be sure to show Mr. Solis everything he needs.”

She watched the administrator leave before returning her gaze to the demon. He was looking her over, clearly removing the long-sleeved button up and knee-length skirt all girls wore during their time here. Their bodies were assessed as they went, with the more lucrative and important assessments occuring at the beginning, mid-way, and end of their education but otherwise they were fully covered at all times. She coiled her fingers around her opposite wrist at the base of her spine and imagined what it would be like to be marked by his family and presented to him in just a few days time. The thrill she felt, seeing the desire writ plainly in her eyes, was enough to send a shiver up her spine.

”Some of the lesser girls do require extra gym time to maintain their figures,” Tama commented, turning on her heel toward the lab door so that she could lead him out and into the hallway. She made sure to take several steps in front of him before turning her head to look over her shoulder at him. Her uniform was tailored quite nicely to her shape, leaving plenty of room for him to correctly calculate the inviting curves of her hips and legs. ”Though I have to admit, I’m embarrassed to say I’m rarely inside the facility unless it’s a test day.”

A not-so-subtle way to claim that her attributes were natural, and that Tama hardly had to work toward keeping herself in the desirable shape she was in now.

When he invited her to dinner, more or less, and to an evening in the infamous Lycus Hotel, Tama could not hide her excitement. Her expression brightened, her eyes lifting and her smile wide. She looked very eager, and promptly nodded with a soft clearing of her throat as she lead him toward her dorm.

”I would very much prefer to change, if you have the patience. I have a dress that I have been waiting to wear, but I just simply haven’t had the occasion.”

Her eyes burned with that wickedness again. That fire that was fueled by the seduction of the demon. She was flirting, and he was responding in kind. They didn’t say any words so explicitly, but the invitation off campus was enough, as was her acceptance of it. She was president, and she had devoted her time to studying the different traits of each family as well as their stances in current political divisions.

As they approached Tama’s dorm room, she reached up and opened the door, stepping inside and holding it open for him while her eyes swept the room. Yvonne was not here, strange. Her backpack lay open on her bed, and her sheets were askew at the corner where they’d been lifted to retrieve something from under the mattress. Tama’s eyes flittered over the scene with distaste, her side of the room immaculate.

”We learned of the Lycus Hotel and it’s history in our first weeks in the Academy, and I admit I spent many nights imagining what it would have been like to be in Lt. Everett’s shoes. How brave she was, to start the process for the Chosen... “ her eyes returned to Julius’ as she smiled and motioned for him to come inside. ”Please excuse my roommate’s mess. She’s not always as considerate as I am when there are guests. Make yourself comfortable while I fetch my dress.”

She had not asked when she should be ready, and merely assumed she should be so immediately. Tama walked to the closet in the small room, slightly larger than the rest as she and Yvonne were both seniors and she was the President of the Coalition, but even that didn’t earn much. They had about twenty extra square feet to separate them and their belongings. Reaching up into her closet, she plucked from the bar a floor-length red satin dress hanging like suspended water from it’s hanger. She held it in front of her and slowly rose her eyes up to meet Julius’ with hunger very apparent in her eyes.

”Do you think this would be appropriate for this evening?”

 

[Zprimal]

The edges of his lips lifted as she spoke about how other girls had to take extra lessons in the gym. Lesser girls. She is a ruthless one when it comes to getting what she wants, that he could tell easily enough. "That's good if your daily lifestyle can already support your figure. That's the first sign to know that you would have little trouble making it as a Chosen candidate." He nodded in approval, yet another tick in the checklist. "We can talk a bit more on how the Chosen selection process since you seem to be rather keen on getting a mark."

"Of course, something nice on yourself would be good for dinner and the evening," Julius grinned this time, granting her the first sign of a positive reaction from her actions and words. She was pushing all the buttons she could find, which was all the more pleasing and endearing.

The dorm room could not have displayed the difference in its two inhabitants more clearly. At first, he was hesitant to enter the room, not wanting to tread on anything her roommate may have left strewn on the floor. He stepped past the threshold when invited, leaving his guards outside. His eyes took in the way the bedsheets had been pulled out from under the bed. "You have a very wild or messy roommate." He chuckled, "I guess it is unavoidable no matter where you are, there will always be differences."

The red of the satin dress reached his eyes and he smiled, "Clearly I have underestimated you, Miss Price." He nodded, "I think that would be perfect for the evening," He turned to one of his guards and instructed him to ready the car. "I'm assuming you'd like some privacy to change." He began backing out of the room and shut the door. There would be plenty of time to unwrap her later, for now, he was content with allowing her every curve to remain unrevealed to his eyes. Once outside, he had one of his remaining bodyguards call in his plans for the evening. "I will be having dinner at the Regia Court, and will retire early for the rest of the evening. I'd also want a transport ready for the girl tomorrow. And I have some instructions which I'll send by mail latest by midnight."

"Yes, sir. Enjoy your evening sir." The Prelate grinned, already knowing who was this evening's companion.

He waited for the door to open, to have the school girl transformed into a companion. As far as he knew, while she was in her school uniform, he respected it, keeping his hands off her. But once she was already offering herself up to him and not in a uniform representing an organization, she could do as she pleased without tarnishing the reputation of the school. "Miss Price, our ride is waiting." Another grin split his lips, the Dean was wrong, Miss Tama would be accompanying him not just to the carpark, but all the way into his bed. The man obviously knew what was going on but could not do a thing to stop it. He would have her show him just how far had she prepared herself for becoming Chosen and perhaps teach her a thing or two. He offered her his arm, uncaring if she was spotted in his arms. No one could stop him.

His bodyguards led the way down to the front of the school, two black sedans were waiting. They took the foremost vehicle, with the bodyguard joining the chauffeur. The back of the vehicle was separated from the front by two panels of tinted glass, making it near impossible to see what was going, save for mere silhouettes projected against the windscreen. Any sound was also heavily muffled by the glass wall, and the only communication they had to the front was a button which could be used to instruct the driver further. But there was no need for that. The vehicle rolled forwards smoothly, "Looking forward to the evening Miss Price? Ever been to the restricted district before? Past the checkpoints I mean."

 

[pariah]

He commended her on her ability to maintain her physical figure without extra effort, commenting on how it made her a likely Chosen candidate. She smiled proudly, turning her attention to the task at hand. He left her to change, and she did so quickly and effortlessly.

Tama left her room as she found it with only one difference: her school uniform folded neatly on her bed for when she returned undoubtedly in the morning. Smoothing her hands over her stomach, she emerged from her room to see Julius waiting for her in the dormitory hallway. She had braided her long, black hair and had it swept over her bare shoulder. The dress was designed as a halter top, with a single half-inch wide strip of fabric keeping the entire thing from pooling at her feet. It clung to all the right places, and draped over the rest. She had chosen a pair of black high heels that only served to accentuate her already modelesque figure. A pair of delicate gold earrings adorned her ears.

She took his arm as it was offered, smiling at him before they made their way to his vehicles.

”Why, Mr. Solis, so glad I could accompany you to the car park,” she commented slyly, her smirk pinched with amusement as she slipped into the back seat of one of the sedans. Settling in, she smoothed her dress over her legs and crossed her long limbs at the knees before returning her attention to Julius.

”Very much,” Tama purred as he inquired if she was looking forward to the evening, her weight shifted on her hip so that she could look at him comfortably while the cars pulled away and they started their journey toward the Restricted Districts of New York. ”I can’t say that I have. I’ve been close to the checkpoints many times, but my only experience with the restricted districts have been during our lessons at the academy.”

Boldly, she reached over and placed her hand on his leg, just above the knee, and leveled her eyes with his. Her smile just as coy as before.

”I am very honored you have chosen me to be your companion for this evening, Mr. Solis. I look forward to the lessons you will teach me.”

 

[Zprimal]

Julius only chuckled, "It is a privilege that many do not have. One has to either be Chosen or failing that, be registered as a Prelate with high enough clearance to enter the Restricted District. There has been recent talk about it but still nothing yet," He shook his head.

The small convoy continued past the gates and he could not help but wonder what tomorrow would bring for the beautiful young lady by his side. There was little doubt that she was recognized by other students, dressed up for the evening and perched on demon's arm, she would no doubt be in the envy of some when she returned tomorrow. That and he had plans to root out the perpetrator, which if successful, should prove that fringe elements were closer than they were perceived.

His hand rested on hers as she touched him, "Of course, I think you will enjoy it." His other hand reached up to her jawline and cheek, lingering only just long enough to make her aware of the loss of his warm touch. "I feel that I must warn you though, that you even you may have some difficulty taking things in at first despite your own knowledge. But so long as you are thirsty for knowledge and to further link our kinds, then I think you will come through in the end." He laced his fingers between hers, gripping her. "While we are alone together, I'd like you to call me by my first name and I will do the same. You are my companion and I'd prefer some informality between us."

The checkpoint was right up ahead and there was a slight wait as most demons outside the Restricted Districts were beginning to retire for the evening. The post had layers of security as well a small force operating the checkpoint itself. Flashing lights dotted the road, signaling cars forward as it was their turn. Their turn finally came as they rolled up before the front of a security post and their windows were wound down. The uniformed officer finished inspecting the driver and bodyguard and turned his attention to him and Tama, "She's with me. Companion." The man at the post made little show if he heard what he said except that his eyes flicked down to the documents before nodding. Their documents were returned to the driver and the windows wound up before they sped along.

Just a block before reaching the Lycus, they passed the front of the Assessment Center. The windows were taped up and there were still parts cordoned off as repairs were still underway. Despite all this, the front counter was occupied and like the news said, operations were not interrupted in the slightest. "I was wondering if you been informed of when will your Chosen assessment be done? If anything, it would be here. It's lucky for you that the center is still operational otherwise you'd need to share the queue at a local hospital or even worse, move between specialists over the city to get your results." There were less conducive locations for the examination but they were not all in one place where the screening would be streamlined, and the results had to be mailed to the candidates a week later instead of on the exact day of their screening.

They were admitted into the Lycus, flanked by two guards. The floors were made of polished black marble which extended to the vaulted ceiling. On one of the walls at the far end of the lobby was a mural depicting the offering of the first Chosen. "I guess we shouldn't keep you waiting hungry," He nodded to the Prelate by his side, who went to check their reservation at the restaurant. They were escorted to a table in the far corner of the restaurant which was partially covered by screen panels. It was a table only for the two of them, his guards were brought to their seats on the other side of the screen. He picked up the menu and flicked through it before setting it down, "I hope you won't mind what was on the menu. They serve international cuisine here and I personally enjoy the food here thanks to their consistency. Order what you want, I'll pay for it. Think of it as your graduation and Chosen candidacy present."

He waited until she was ready before calling for their orders to be taken. He caught her hand and flipped up, palm up. "It is very rare to see someone in your circumstance devote herself to becoming Chosen. It is, I dare say this as someone who has some understanding of the Assessment Center's screening process, a textbook example of a Chosen before her selection." Slow circles were traced on her soft palm as he spoke, "Perhaps you could tell me more about yourself and what you are curious about."

 

[pariah]

His touch sent sparks of electricity through her. From the brush of his fingers along her jaw, to the coil of his fingers laced with her own, Tama felt herself becoming comfortable with the assumption that tonight, but more importantly after tonight, that she would be his. She had decided early on in the evening that she would do whatever it took for him to recognize her as his best choice for his Chosen. Her smile grew as he requested to be called by his first name. It was a small thing, but it denoted a familiarity and intimacy with their time together that no other girl would receive. She nodded, her eyes holding his with their familiar darkness as she squeezed his hand.

”Of course, Julius.”

The closer they got to the checkpoints, the more fascinated with the activity outside Tama became. When their windows rolled down to expose the uniformed militant outside with his clipboard of names and ranks, she leaned back into Julius so that she was relaxed under the shelter of his arm. Her eyes danced over the soldier’s face, watching him, and for one moment she thought that perhaps she wouldn’t be permitted into the restricted area. She felt the flutter in her stomach, and stroked her thumb over the back of Julius’ hand as if to soothe herself with the strength in his touch before they were waved forward.

Crossing through the barriers to the inner city drew Tama to sit up again. Her eyes soaked in the sights. She paid particular interest to the assessment center, turning her head to look at Julius as he asked when she had her Assessment.

”The day after tomorrow is when I will have my Final Assessment. When I first learned of the attack on the center I was angry. I thought that my assessment would be delayed, or that I would be sent to a center further away. I would much prefer to have my results immediately, and with my new family within the week. There is no use to delay the inevitable, in my opinion,” she mused, having no real attachments to her human family.

She remained rather quiet until they reached their table. Tama’s hand remained curled around the crook of his elbow, following him as he lead and her eyes dancing over the luxurious decoration around them. It was breathtaking, and a level of status she could absolutely get used to. Taking her seat, she thanked him demurely and then opened her menu to peruse the options. Her eyebrow rose at the foreign delicacies, but her smile remained. As he assured her he would be covering their bill, she nodded and thanked him once again for his generosity before decided and closing the menu.

Once their orders were taken, Tama leaned forward and slid her hand across the table to his own. Her eyes danced over the way his hand traced her own palm, her smile ever present as she folded her other arm on the table in front of her. Her eyes rolled up to his and she canted her head to the side. Here was her moment to tell him about her past, her make and how well she would acclimate to a new life with him. She knew that the process in which a demon chose his tribute was blind for the girls, they would have no idea who chose them until they were in their new homes, but if she played her cards correctly this evening there would be no question for Tama. She could expect to see Julius’ face when she was delivered.

”Where I come from, those who are Chosen are very lucky. When girls are first assessed at twelve, it is an embarrassment to the family if their daughter is found unfit. My parents were grooming me since I was five. My mother had been accepted into her own assessment center when she was twelve, but once she turned eighteen she was determined to be better suited in human society. She’s worked closely with several families as an assistant to their prelates since. Helping with the initial assessments in our town.”

Tama rolled her ankle under the table idly, feeling the way the dress pooled and shifted over her shin as her eyes dropped down to his fingertips in her palm.

”As much as my parents could prepare me, and as much as the academy has taught me, the final screening process remains a mystery. I cannot imagine that it is much different from the other assessments these last six years, but rumors are very colorful.”

She turned her hand over so that her fingers could dance in his own palm; her fingernails dragging down over his wrist.

”One girl who was not Chosen last year wrote an email to another, saying that the process is very painful… That the ritual to bind the Chosen to her new family can break the girl. There have been rumors, again, that there are some times when even though a girl is Chosen, she does not actually survive the ritual. Is that true?”

There was a hint of trepidation in her voice, but for the most part Tama spoke with pure curiosity. She had no reason to believe she would not be Chosen, nor that the ritual would be anything she could not handle.

 

[Zprimal]

"Ah, so within the city." Julius nodded. It was normally those outside the cities who were the most troublesome. He grinned as she flipped their hands around, and he allowed it. "Your mother should have applied for employment as a Prelate but doing so would mean fewer chances for the next generation. Prelates hold very important and busy jobs. Most of the auxiliary and administrative work is handled jointly by them and Praetors. In a way, it is a good thing that she ended up choosing for a family which gave you your chance."

Within the screening process, there was a hidden quota that they needed to reject a candidate so that they may be released back into the human population to keep their desirable genes in the gene pool. Perhaps Mrs. Price was one such individual. "Perhaps then I can calm some of your concerns on your final assessment." His fingers tickled her wrist as he listened in on her concerns. He was interested to know just what sorts of rumors were floating around.

He shook his head when she asked about the marking ritual but decided to answer it as a whole. "The binding ritual is not actually part of the screening process unlike what the advertisements suggest. The screening process determines Chosen candidacy, the tests are generally painless maybe save for drawing of blood. If one receives candidacy, one has to undergo certain procedures to make their bodies more acceptable by demon standards and will be listed for selection by demons. Once the purchase is made, you will be returned to the center for the final administrative process like the returning of passport and any citizen identification to be reassigned as the property of the demon purchaser." This would be when the final goodbyes would be made with their human family before being handed to their owner. At this point, they will be legally known as the Chosen, if a yet unmarked."

"Now after this, the binding ritual can be done in the center itself or by the family should they have made their own preparations." That was the part which she had not asked, but that should clarify any misconceptions she had. "Now the binding ritual itself will be painful. It would be an easy matter to simply mute the pain from the Chosen, but it necessary for new Chosen to be aware of the burden they have taken upon themselves for the benefit of the kind. It is the same ritual process that Lt. Everett had to endure if you are curious. The pain itself will definitely be more than just a simple prick of a needle, but definitely not excessive to the point of causing the Chosen to go into a state of shock or even cause death. Discomfort will linger primarily on the marked spot for a couple of days at most until the body has become fully accustomed to the mark's changes."

"Oh," He pulled out his signet ring attached to a chain around his neck, "The way the ritual is done is that the mark is reactive and will bear some semblance to the family's crest and it changes over time based on the psyche of the Chosen herself. When I had first found out that the mark was not simply a static tattoo, I was intrigued by it."

The soups and bread were served shortly after he finished and his hand slipped from hers as he prepared to eat. He picked up the soup spoon, pausing as something else came to mind. "It is interesting that you had mentioned death in the process of being Chosen, because there was an incident a few years ago, before I became Patriarch, where a young lady committed suicide at the Center in Paris, which perhaps lent itself to the rumor that the branding was enough to drive a Chosen mad. But I think I have talked enough about this unpleasant business about rebels and other fringe elements."

"If you'd like, I can help make a recommendation for your mother to become a Prelate." He offered, "Perhaps as a token of appreciation for her sacrifice to the cause as well as a farewell gift from you to her?"

 

[pariah]

Tama listened intently, her eyes holding his as he laid the rumors of what to expect to rest. The process was much like she had imagined, and she was relieved to hear that the pain was reserved for only when the mark was received. Knowing that it was, in a way, a mix between a tattoo and a brand had lead Tama to accept that it would be painful to receive, but she had had years to prepare herself for the burden. It would be an honor, in her mindset, to receive a little pain in order to better serve the demons and her new demonic family. Especially, she thought, if her new family had Julius as their patriarch.

As he pulled out his signet ring, Tama leaned forward to exam the crest more carefully. She smiled, her hand reaching out to cradle the jewelry in her palm so close to his chest for just a heartbeat, before she released it back to him with a compliment.

When the rebels were mention, Tama’s expression twisted into one of genuine disdain. She sighed and shook her head, turning her attention to her own appetizers as she leaned back in her chair and draped her napkin over her lap.

”I apologize for even leading our conversation down that path. I’d much rather watch paint dry than spend any time lending creed to the rebels and their destruction.”

Shaking her head, she dipped her spoon into the soup and then brought the metal to her lips. Tama took a dainty sip, tasting the broth before a small delighted sound escaped her lips. She rose her eyes up to Julius’ again and smiled, commenting on how delicious the soup was before she returned her attention to the food.

As he offered to recommend her mother as a Prelate, Tama’s eyes danced up to his with surprise. She blinked at him for a moment, before she let out a small baffled laugh and reached forward for his hand again.

”That is incredibly generous of you, thank you. I would of course insist on thanking you properly.”

There was that wicked little smirk again as she returned her attention to her soup. She ate a healthy portion of it, but saved plenty of room for the courses that followed. Salad, and then the main course. She commented and delighted over it all. She really was pleasant company, and thanked Julius for his generosity and kindness as the evening carried on. When the dessert finally came, and Tama was comfortably full and had expertly paced herself considering the festivities for the evening she fully anticipated, she allowed herself a single, delectable bite of the cake.

”This was an exquisite meal, Julius. Thank you again.”

 

[Zprimal]

"The pleasure is all mine," Julius beamed, knowing full well how she had intended to thank him. "Then I'll be taking you up on your offer."

The courses were served and he was reminded once again why he enjoyed meals here on days he had business in the mortal realm. Much more so now that he was in the company of a beautiful and charming Chosen hopeful by his side. Their meal continued without interruption as they continued conversing on a variety of topics ranging from the subjects she took to the classmates she surrounded herself with. In doing so he earned the name of the second female who was present but made no show of his interest in her. It was Tama's night today and would be rude for him to divert his attention away from her.

As dessert was served, those teasing fingers returned once again upon the back of her free hand. She thanked him for the meal, he smiled. "You're welcome, I guess we should see to returning you to campus." He teased, allowing for a lull in conversation as he wiped his lips with the napkin. "I'm joking of course. I think you still have an interest in accompanying me further this evening to have your remaining questions answered."

He took her hand in his, "Shall we retire to my suite?" A rhetorical question as he helped up her to her feet. His guards were ready for them, having ordered ala carte. His arm slid around her and wrapped around her waist, leading them through the lobby and into the lift.

Once inside, his guards took their place at the front, facing the lift doors. He leaned in and sensing opportunity, took her by the lips. She was tall, but to a Patriarch demon such as himself, she was at his shoulder height. His arms supported her as he deepened the kiss but before anything else could be done, the lift doors chimed and admitted them to a small chamber before a set of double doors to his suite. He nodded to his guards as he passed them, bidding them goodnight.

The door's automatic lock clicked open just as the lift's closed shut behind them and he escorted her in. The presidential suite was of modern design, with both carpeted and wooden paneled floors and desaturated almond-colored walls. A rectangular chandelier lit up the living room space, the glass bits resembled icicles. A glass wall covered the opposite side of the room, bulletproof glass as an extra measure should the rebels somehow managed to get their hands on better ordinance. He kissed her again, this time lasting longer than their lips joined in the lift.

His arm slipped from around her as their lips broke. He stepped away, eyeing how the red satin fabric hugged her form just well enough to start the imagination going. "Would you like something to drink? They have a limited selection here." He pulled out two glasses and set them on the grey-white marble counter.

 

[pariah]

She spoke briefly of Yvonne, enough for Julius to learn her name and that she was a very private person. In the time that Tama and Yvonne had roomed together, Tama knew very little about her, but she had a strong enough impression that the other girl was smart, and perhaps Tama’s only competition when it came to academics.

”A shame, too, since we are often paired up on group projects. I have very little opportunity to score better than her.”

It was also commented on how often Yvonne spent her time in the gym. Tama spoke condescendingly, and as if she were sharing a juicy piece of gossip, when she revealed that there were some nights when Yvonne would go to the gym at odd hours because it was such a struggle for her to maintain her figure.

”She would hate to have anyone witness her struggle, so she goes when most girls are asleep. It’s admirable, if you think about it in the way of dedication, but outright embarrassing when it’s realized that it’s because of her lack of caliber.”

Tama spoke like it was an inside joke, then carried on down other avenues of conversation. As the end of their meal came and went, and Julius teased that it was time to return her to campus, Tama rolled her eyes at him with a laugh.

”If you’d much rather sleep this evening, I would not be offended,” she teased in retort, smirking devilishly before he took her hand and lead her away from the table. They marched elegantly toward the elevator doors, and Tama coiled in under his arm as if she were meant to be there. Her own hand played at the space between his shoulder blades, his hand on her hip keeping her tucked tightly into his side before they were took their place behind the guards, staring at the back of their heads as they faced the doors.

Her head turned so she could look up at his face, sensing a moment upon them when his mouth touched down to hers. She moaned softly, eagerly, into the kiss and arched her body against his. When the kiss broke, she felt breathless. Her eyes nearly black with the depth of her desire for him, her lips reddened by the pressure of his mouth, and her skin flushed with the need she so blatantly and exquisitely wore on her sleeve.

They passed by the guards and entered the suite on their own. Tama glanced around, admiring the decor, before turning to slide once more into the arms of Julius. She slid her hands over his shoulders until they met at the nape of his neck, her fingertips playing over his skin as she melted into their second kiss. Her lips parted for him, her tongue eagerly inviting his to explore her mouth, deepening the kiss and pressing her body against his own as much as she physically could before he broke the kiss and stepped back. If he hadn’t steadied her with his hands she likely would have fallen forward, but her hands slid down his arms until they dropped from his own, smirking at him wantonly to match as he asked if she would like a drink.

”I will have some wine, if there is any,” she purred, turning on her heel and moving over to the floor to ceiling windows to admire the view.

 

[Zprimal]

He poured them each a glass of tawny port. The bottle was returned to the cooler before he walked to her side to hand her her drink. He sampled the beverage, "You seem to have a very competitive spirit. That's good. It means you are willing to do what it takes to get to where you want to be." He set his drink down on the low table in the living space before walking behind her, "But I think being able to let your hair down every once in a while is a good thing isn't it?" His fingers found her hair and began undoing the braiding.

The room's lighting changed, fading in as the internal clock of the suite sensed the change between day and night, as well as its two occupants, male and female. The lights began to pool distinctly towards clusters of furniture in the room while not dimming entirely to resemble spotlights.

His arm wrapped around her waist, fingers running against the front of her satin-covered belly. He claimed her lips again, this time matching her own eagerness as his tongue found hers and danced with it. It was not until minutes later when he finally allowed a pause to their kissing, "So you are interested in demonkind. I'd think you'd have already known that each family is slightly different than the other in appearance, similar to myself and you." His hand found her free hand, "Look."

Black scales began growing on the surface of his skin, eventually beginning for form into gravel-like protrusions before being willed into something with semblance to scales of a dragon in a fantasy. The scales receded shortly after that. "It is safe to assume each family as a different species, perhaps with differing doctrine when it comes to handling their problems." And there were a quite an amount of problems families had to deal with. "Are you familiar with the roles Chosen are expected to play to their family? Most importantly to the one they are bonded with."

He guided her away from the reinforced windows and had her sit on the grey fabric couch with him. He had another sip from his glass, the liquid warming him nicely. He already had her in his grasp for a long time ever since she had entered the lift with him, but he was interested in making this a beneficial venture for the valedictorian who had the bright future ahead for her.

Perhaps if their worlds had never met and clashed, she would be on a road towards a successful working career. He grinned to himself knowing that that was not to be her fate. Instead, she was to become the plaything of her demon overlords and she went willingly. Perhaps that would play a role her success, in catering to her master's needs at beck and call. He was sure she would be snapped up within minutes of being put on the listing but now that he knew when she was taking the examination, he held the advantage to make her his forever.

 

[pariah]

Tama accepted the glass of port with a polite thank you, sipping the beverage and turning her attention back to the view beyond. She could watch him in the reflection as the lights dimmed naturally, shifting in such a way that it was easily missed, as his hands lifted and coiled around her braid. Her eyes closed and she smiled softly, nursing the wine as he ran his fingers through her hair to remove the braid. When he was done, his arms coiled around her waist and she leaned back against him, arching her back and lifting her chin to his so that she could meet him halfway for another kiss.

It was a thrill to be in his suite, in his arms, before having even graduated. Only a few days past eighteen years old, and a demon patriarch already had his sights set on her. She sighed softly into the kiss, one hand dropping to lace her fingers with his own, before their affection deepened. She moaned, rolling her hips back against his groin in an effort to feel his own desire hard and heavy against her body, when he broke the kiss. She exhaled a slow, trembling breath and opened her eyes to look up at him.

Her desire burned like white hot coals in her gaze, and for a heartbeat she seemed annoyed that their passion was interrupted even if it was by Julius himself. Still, her gaze dropped down to his hand to watch the scales protrude from his body and cover the flesh exposed. To see the draconic limb at her midsection flared up a small part of Tama’s mind buried deep into her subconscious. It wailed, trying to warn the greater part of Tama that she was in danger, but her conscious crushed those pleas. She drew her lower lip into her mouth, worrying it between the edges of her teeth as butterflies danced in her stomach before her eyes lifted back up to meet Julius’ over her shoulder.

”I will be whatever my Patriarch needs me to be,” she said with authenticity, smirking at him as they turned and moved over to the couch.

She sipped once again at her wine, and then set then leaned forward to set the glass on the table next to the sofa before returning her eyes to Julius. She held his gaze, her hand sliding up the length of his thigh until her palm was rubbing over the bulge in his pants. She held his gaze, operating with confidence though she still watched his expressions carefully to make sure she did not overstep any boundaries. At the very first sign of displeasure, she would relent, but until then…

”It’s up to the demon who owns me to decide what my role will be,” Tama whispered as her fingers coiled to grip the girth of him. Her thumb caressed up the length of him, her body arching over him as the other hand held up her weight as she placed a delicate kiss at the corner of his lips.

”What would you have me be, Julius?”

 

[Zprimal]

”I will be whatever my Patriarch needs me to be,” The exact words he wanted to hear. Her fingers slid up along his thigh, easily finding the bulge in his pants. He said nothing but let her hands find out what she was feeling beneath the fabric of his pants.

Demons were larger on average compared to their human male counterparts. That included their sexual organs which many a reluctant Chosen had grew to crave. They also had higher average body temperatures, being able to keep their partners warmer within and without. Of course, the young lady who was exploring his body was no Chosen, but as far as he was concerned, she would be allowed to enjoy every pleasure his body had to offer while he did the same to her.

Given his heightened sense of smell, he could pick out the faint trace of the girl's arousal where she sat beside him. "I'd first have you be undressed for me. This is an important lesson when you are first becoming a Chosen. You need to be comfortable with your body. Enough to be exposed boldly to others, you are my prize after all." But it was also so for other Chosen, to be dressed in only the most daring of outfits, which bordered on lingerie at times. Their beauty was their value, which formed important status symbols.

Julius slipped his hands to the hem of her dress and tugged the red satin up, having it hike dangerously up her thighs such that the lace of her panties was exposed to him. His digits snagged the edges of her black lace panties and tugged downward, peeling it off her mound only to stop mid-thigh. He smirked mischievously, hoisting her to her feet while he remained seated. "Do the rest yourself," He instructed as he leaned back into the sofa, eager to watch the girl unwrap herself before him such that the only thing which would still be remotely red on her would be her swollen lips.

If he was right, she would be more than willing to do as he commands, just to prove herself to him. To prove that her rightful place was by his side. Sure enough, as she began undressing, he allowed himself to relax and enjoy the show she had put on.

His eyes had not deceived him the first time he had seen her just merely an hour ago, her back arched, breasts presented out tantalizingly while the rest of her body remained clothed in the school's uniform. But now that she had begun undressing, he could see that her clothes did not hide a flaw from him, but was instead perfection waiting to be unwrapped. "Good," He egged her on softly. Her lips, red and swollen from kissing, would play a role at the beginning of her submission to him. "I want you to fellate me." He commanded softly, his voice firm.

Once again, he waited for her compliance, for her to free him before he unbuttoned his shirt.

 

[pariah]

He was large in her hand. Larger than she would have imagined. Tama was not a virgin, but her experience with men had been… limited. Enough that she did not worry if what she did was enough, but not so much that she was truly prepared for the appetite of Julius and what being with him would mean.

She smirked at him as he told her that he wanted her to be undressed. That she needed confidence with her body. That was certainly not something she was lacking, so she leaned back to begin to slide off the couch when his hands moved up her legs. She paused, breath hitching in her throat as she looked down to watch his fingers slide up her thighs. She drew her lower lip into her mouth, unable to hide her grin as he curled his digits into the waistband of her thong and then tugged it down. She lifted her hips to assist him, and then laughed softly when he told her to do the rest herself.

Tama slipped off the couch, but didn’t move far away. She stepped far enough in front of him so that when she bent down at the waist, her ass was well within his reach. Eye level for him, as he lounged back on the couch. Her thumbs hooked into the lace and she pulled the fabric the rest of the way down her legs; the satin dress clinging to the round of her buttocks tantalizingly. She stepped out from the panties one leg at a time, turning her head to press her cheek against her shoulder and demurely peer at him from the corners of her eyes as she reached up and coiled her hair around her wrist and then pulled it over one shoulder. Slender fingertips deftly undid the singular button that held the vermillion halter in place, catching the dress around her waist by hugging herself before it could fall all the way down to the floor.

With a soft, dreamy sway of her hips, Tama turned to face Julius. Her arms were crossed in such a way that her full, perky breasts were covered only by their nipples. Her eyes dancing over him as she slowly lowered her arms to let the dress fall down her figure; billowing like a ribbon caught in the breeze as the fabric seemed to melt off her figure.

There was no denying that Tama was an optimal tribute.

Her hips were wide, but not so much that the ratio to her waist and chest seemed exaggerated. Her legs were long, smooth, and shapely. Created to wrap around the waist of a man like Julius. Her stomach was flat, but soft. Her waist narrow, and her breasts large and full. Pert, pink nipples symmetrical in how they presented to him. She stood with her shoulders rolled back, arms hanging comfortably at her sides, with her long hair tumbling in loose waves down the ridge of her spine.

She stood quietly, confidently, waiting for his next command.

I want you to fellate me.

Tama’s eyes flashed, her lips, swollen and pink from their kissing twisting up in a pleased smile before she delicately lowered herself down to her knees before him. Her hands slid up his thighs, eyes remaining locked with his own as her fingers found the fasteners at his groin. She unzipped the pants, loosened the button and then pulled the trousers open. She wasted no time, reaching under the fabric that separated him from her and wrapped her hand around his cock and pulled him free.

It was then that she finally, audibly gasped. Her eyes widening softly, her lips parted in surprise before her gaze rolled back up to his. There was no horror, or dismay. It was… a dream being realized. An exciting truth. She licked her lips and smirked, guiding him closer to her and pushing her body over his so that her mouth could trail over the head of his cock.

She took her time. Tama wanted to remember this. To bask in this. She trailed her lips over the width and length of him. She gripped his base with her hands and moved them fluidly up and down his length while her mouth and tongue explored. She groaned, clearly enjoying herself as she knelt between his knees. It was several minutes before she finally wrapped her mouth around him; suckling with a trembling, wanton moan as her tongue rolled against him.

Her head began to move up and down, guiding her lips and tongue over his length as she fucked him with her mouth. Truly, and genuinely, enjoying every moment. This could be all he asked of her, and Tama would go to her final assessment pleased.

 

[Zprimal]

Julius watched as she stepped before him, baring every last inch of herself to him as the satin flowed down her curves. She did it without the slightest hint of hesitation, naturally. His arms came to rest on the top of the sofa as she stood without a trace of shame before him.

Her long, shapely legs which rose up to her shaved mound. Her body without a trace of hair, save for on her head. It would be accurate to say she had won the genetic lottery.

He commanded and she obliged, kneeling before him before she freed him from the confines of his pants. He grinned both from the anticipation of the present and that there were things in store for her. Out of plain sight, the first of which became apparent when she stroked her hand down the length of his shaft. Beneath the skin, the underside of his cock were ridges which were raised with increasing prominence as his arousal grew with her touch. A single bead of formed at his tip. The heady fluid coating her lips as she brushed against it. Its taste far more potent than his human counterparts. It was said that later into a demonic bond with a Chosen, the female could grow to have a craving for the taste of his seed; A trait that he looked forward to instilling in her before she had come to bear his mark.

He breathed deeply and forced himself to enjoy her attention, watching as the siren pumped her hand up and down, her lips and tongue teasing him with feather-light touches as she explored before earning the courage to finally press her lips on the tip of his cock. With a flick of his fingers, he deftly undid the remaining buttons of his shirt, exposing his muscular chest.

He watched, eyes only for her as her head bobbed up and down his shaft, starting with shallow motions first as she worked to get more of his length past her lips. His hand found the top of her head as he felt himself reach the back of her throat minutes later. He halted her progress, pulling her head up to reveal his shaft, slick with her saliva, swollen and throbbing with his need for her. By now, the ridges would have become visible protrusions forming a ribbed underside to his cock.

"Come here," He beckoned to her as he kicked his pants off. "And take a seat," He beckoned to her and extended his hands to support her. "Let's see the education you were so eager to receive."

He waited until she had straddled him before guiding her downwards. His broad tip found purchase as soon as her slicked nether lips parted for him, the friction only growing with half-inch she accommodated. Like her lips, he raised and lowered her hips in shallow thrusts. Each minute that passed he had her accept him another inch deeper. He was told that the Chosen were similar too, with their capacity for regeneration, it made them hug the girth of their masters snugly each time they were needed. He was gentle, offering words of encouragement as they worked in tandem to ease her downwards while balancing her comfort and his impatience.

It was an effort to get deep enough such that she could comfortably use her knees to support herself. He cupped the curve of her bottom, supporting her with an inch more of his cock for her to accommodate. All the time, he rocked her up and down, keeping up a gradual pace to allow her to get accommodated to his girth. "Ready?" Julius whispered, his hands gripping her hips before pressing her down on that last inch, groaning as he speared into her before finally feeling the soft crown of his manhood pressing up against her core, just as her bottom settled on his lap. Perfect.

He kissed Tama again, giving the girl the time she needed to allow her body to adjust to his full length and girth, now packed and throbbing within her.

 

[pariah]

“Come here”

She nearly missed his command, so enthralled with her task at hand. Tama’s eyes opened and rolled up to meet his, her breath spilling from her lips in a soft, nearly inaudible whimper of protest.

He was magnificent. From the clear virility of his cock, to the marble his body was carved from. She wanted to run her hands over every inch of him. To feel the heat of him inside of her, around her, against her… She drew her lower lip between her teeth as she rose back up to her feet and slowly slid over his lap. His shirt was gone, pants removed, leaving him as bare as she was and the feel of him was exquisite.

Her hands slid over his shoulders as her thighs opened over his lap. She rolled her hips, finding the tip of his cock against her entrance quickly and easily. His hands at her hips guiding her as her weight settled over him, but it wasn’t until the pressure of him entering her built that Tama suddenly looked concerned. Her eyebrows creased, her lips parting in a quiet and uncertain ‘oh’ as the width of him stretched her open.

”... Julius…?” Tama murmured, lifting her eyes up to lock with his own.

He was patient, and kind, whispering encouragement to her as she rocked her body over his. Her lashes fluttered. Her flesh flushed with the heat and need of him. Her body barely able to accomodate his size. Every inch that slowly sank into her core met with resistance. She whimpered, moaned, and caught her mouth against his to distract her. To keep her focused, and wanting. Their kissing breaking when she felt that she had all of him in her that she could take. Her eyes opened as she leaned back, her hands on his chest as her fingertips played over the small, black scales there before he asked if she was ready.

Tama’s eyes locked with his, her lower lip jutting out in the smallest pout, before his hands at her hips forced her down over the final stretch of him. She cried out, moaning with pleasure and the smallest bit of pain, her head falling back so that her long, black hair poured over her spine like a waterfall.

When she looked back at him, her weight was settled completely on his lap. He filled her absolutely, leaving nothing to be desired. She could feel every detail of him inside of her, and it made her body clench hotly around his own. She moved forward, pressing her chest against his so that as much of their bodies as possible could touch. The heat of his chest bloomed against her front, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as her mouth collided with his.

Raw desire welled up from her womb, and Tama began rocking her hips as they kissed, her hands dipping up into his hair as the soft sounds of need and pleasure bubbled up from within her.

 

[Zprimal]

His hands gripped the soft curve of her bottom, digging into her creamy skin as her hips rocked. His sensitive tip ground up against her and combined with her walls enveloping every inch of his cock, each shift of her hips produced exquisite pleasure. Feeling her drag herself against his ridges. He granted her ample time to adjust to him, resting back against the sofa as she gyrated on top of him, her pleasured gasps music to his ears. He raised her up, pulling her off his shaft until only the tip of him remained in her.

His shaft glistened with a fine coat of her slick, easing his return to her core. He repeated the action again. Raising her hips and pulling her back down into his lap to accept all of him. Again and again. Having her accommodate to him fully, to relax and allow him to possess her fully. He loved it when she clenched down on him greedily, her pussy begging to be filled.

Once again, he sheathed himself inside her. His hands ceased their grip on her, instead of moving to explore her body which he had yet to sample fully. A hand remained on her rear as it teased its way inwards, teasing her ass with gentle pressure, balancing along the brink of breaching her pink rosebud, leaving it only to return a second later to coat it in her fluids.

He found her breasts, her nipples pebble-hard as he tweaked them between his fingers and kneaded her. "Consider yourself to be rather gifted, Tama. We demons like it when our Chosen are physically compatible with us. Something which you have proven." His hips raised off the couch and bottomed out within her just to prove his point. This time, the final inches at the base of his shaft had already begun to swell further, creating a noticeable pressure within her when it pressed against that patch within her. "I think you'd have learned much about demon anatomy. Maybe it'll reinforce your desire to become Chosen." Other times, it did not. Often, unwilling Chosen panicked as they served their masters for the first time, which was perfect for those who wanted something more than a doormat.

Julius groaned as she clenched around him before pulling her hips up and down, once again having her start a rhythm she was comfortable with. He grinned as the swelling continued, creating difficulty for her as she attempted to take him fully into her. He cupped her jaw, forcing her to keep her gaze on him. It would be a fine surprise for her later. "Eyes up, Tama." His turgid length throbbed within her, the swelling reaching its height beneath her hips. Red and full. "That's it," He growled softly before groaning at the movement of her hips.

Her ring of muscles finally gave in to the pressure of his digit, lodging within her. He eyed her hungrily, her breasts bouncing, hips undulating, lips swollen and parted.

 

[pariah]

There was never a doubt in Tama’s mind that she was born to do this.

Many humans had warring thoughts about the tributes for the demons, and demonkind as a whole. On one hand, there was a mutually beneficial relationship that came with the demons. On the other, humankind was clearly under the boot of Demons, forced into servitude to continue to lead lives with a modicum of freedom. Humanity was split between three mindsets: the demons were a necessary evil, the demons were what was best for humanity, the demons were the worst thing to happen to humanity.

Tama was party to the second. She had dedicated her life to this. Since her initial examination and acceptance to the academy in New York to her final days now, she wanted nothing more than to serve her demon family. Still, there was trepidation that came with the process. Many patriarchs were cruel, or despondent. They used their chosen only as broodmares with no other interest. Then there were the younger patriarchs, much like Julius, where a tribute had a chance of something kin to a relationship with emotional attachment. Something where needs beyond the physical could be met.

This is what Tama craved. What she hoped for. To have Julius want her as much as she wanted him. To have a symbiotic relationship, and not one solely based upon her ability to carry a demon-bred child to term.

So she hoped to use this evening to prove to him her eagerness, and have him be the Patriarch she opened her eyes to when her transition was complete.

Her body moved with the guidance of his hands. Up and down over the length of him, whimpering every time he was free of her only to moan when he was sheathed within her body again. Slowly, her muscles relaxed, easing into the size of him, until there wasn’t an ounce of displeasure. She breathed heavily, her eyes half-lidded as she rode him, feeling his hands move from her hips once she found a comfortable rhythm on her own to explore her body fully.

As he spoke to her, she smiled and let her head fall back; her breasts bouncing as she rolled her hips and coiled her arms around his shoulders. She could feel the pressure within her growing, and distantly wondered if she was actually feeling him get bigger. It wasn’t until he thrust his hips up, meeting her on the way down to bottom out within her and knock the head of his cock against her cervix that she yelped and looked back at him, cheeks flushed, and body stilling on his as she let the short waves of surprise pass. Then, as his hands moved her, she found that rhythm again and let her eyes close.

He was getting bigger, she realized, as the pace she had before was no longer allowing her to take all of him inside of her. She frowned softly, having to work harder to take all of his thickness and length in her body while she became aware of his fingertip massage at her back entrance. She moaned, the pleasure exquisite though nerve wracking. She had never had anything inside of her ass, and although she wasn’t necessarily opposed to it… it was just a night of many firsts, and Tama wasn’t sure she was ready for all of them.

When her rhythm faltered, and her eyes closed, Julius’ used his grip to guide her hips again, commanding her to look at him. Her eyelashes fluttering open so her gaze could lock with his. So he could see the pleasure that was darkening their depths, accompanying the swollen pout of her lips and flush of her skin as she rode him. The pleasure started to build, pressure in her womb growing, until it almost seemed as if her vision were tunneling. She gasped, her breath coming sharper, faster, and then as his finger slid past the tight ring of muscle at her back she cried out.

Tama’s back arched, her hands on his shoulders tightening and her hips moving faster and harder. She took all of him, her body stretched to its max as she fucked him with complete abandon until that orgasm finally came. Tama’s body tightened around his like a vice, her cry muffled into the curve of his shoulder as she curled forward. Her body shaking uncontrollably as the climax exploded through every nerve in her body. It was the most intense thing she had ever experienced, and distantly she knew that it would only be more intense once she went through the conversion.

 

[Zprimal]

Julius played her like a finely tuned instrument as she threw her head back. His hands cupped her breasts, playing with her soft flesh and pebble-hard nipples as she writhed on his lap. Her slick shone wetly on the inside of their thighs, where her cunt wrapped itself tightly around his cock. He allowed himself to enjoy her as she rode him, the sofa dipping ever so slightly as she rolled her hips, repeatedly impaling herself on his shaft.

As he felt her motions growing increasingly erratic, he cupped her rear, guiding her hips. Her contractions around him increased, gripping him like a vice. He leaned forward, tweaking a pink nipple in his hand before pulling it into his mouth. There was a lull, his tongue lashing her as she gave one last shudder, her back arching before her nipple popped free. She pushed down, her lips swallowing his full length, only to halt upon the red swollen bulb of flesh which had grown right beneath her hips, without so much as drawing too much of her attention.

With a growl, a momentary annoyance that she had failed to take his knot, his hands rested on her hips, raised her and pulled her down once more. She was more than ready to take his knot, all she needed was one small push. His hips surged upwards sharply even as her climax sparked through her, hooking behind her pelvic bone. He could feel himself bottoming out within her once more, his knot forcing them to be joined even deeper to the point where he tested the elasticity of her cervix when his thick head pressed right up against her core.

The combination of her climax and having her accept his knot sent him right over the edge. The first jet of heated fluid struck the upper wall of her womb as her pussy clamped down and wrung his cock for fluids. Thick ropes of cream filled her, with each throb inside of her. His fingers bit into the curve of her bottom until his climax waned, her own stifled cries of delight slipping from her lips against his shoulder.

Even as their orgasms subsided, his knot still bound her to him. There was enough for them to maneuver despite their union around if need be, if in an awkward fashion. He sighed, breathing deeply as he eyed her. It mattered not what she thought at this point, the moment she had stepped from the doors in the lift, she had ensured that he was going to be fucking her all night. "It is a pity, that you haven't received the treatment which is required of every Chosen. Otherwise, you'd still be in a state of bliss even now."

His hand smoothed from her side down to her belly, beneath her navel. It was soft and fleshy, yet satisfyingly flat, bearing little to no traces of any form of physical discipline. In a few days, she would have a mark here, a bond to her demonic master and the beginning of her submission. She would have been likely to be snapped up, on the day new Chosen candidates were introduced into the online system for purchase. His thumb stroked her, "You needn't worry too much about becoming Chosen itself, most demons have a very good eye of what they want and you should be snapped up within the first hours after finishing your assessment. Perhaps you can put what you've learned here to good use for your master." He offered her a small smile, knowing that while it was desirable that she would be purchased by him, there was always a likelihood that someone else who was faster managed to get to her first. He spanked her ass lightly, knowing she had no retreat from him and chuckled.

 

[pariah]

If it weren’t for her orgasm in that moment, the force of Julius’ knot into her body, the head of him pushing past the tight muscle of her cervix would have caused an enormous amount of pain. Instead, the discomfort was great, but manageable, and she marveled in the sensation of him coming within her. Tama’s eyes fluttered closed, her hands sliding up his shoulders to his neck and back down again. Touching him as the pleasures of her orgasm faded but the sensation of him locked within her remained. She exhaled a trembling breath and opened her eyes to him once again as he caressed her.

Tama smiled, a faint shivering twitch of the corners of her lips as his thumb stroked over the flat of her belly. Her eyes opened to look at his, her smile growing before she laughed softly.

”That was so intense,” she purred, amused and delighted.

Shifting her weight, she managed to reposition her legs so that they wrapped around his waist; ankles tucked at just behind his ass against the couch and her arms tightened around his shoulders. She pressed her torso against his and brushed her mouth against his for a slow and languid kiss.

His words delighted her, and played upon her hopes that it would be him whom she would belong to in less than a week’s time. She already felt a bond with him, though distantly she wondered if he felt it as well, or if it was just a foolish human thing to hope for an emotional attachment so easily. As his hand spanked her ass she yelped, her hips jerking on his and causing his cock to grind against her cervix.

She made a sound kin to a moan and a whimper, her legs and arms tightening around him for a heartbeat before she shared in his laugh. Her hand reached up to run through his hair, her smirk as devious as it was the moment he first laid eyes on her in her school lab.

”I hope that it is you that snatches me up, so we can continue my education,” Tama purred, her smirk growing into a grin as she leaned forward and nipped his lower lip with his teeth. ”That thing you did with your finger was… enlightening.”

 

[Zprimal]

"It'll only get better," Julius chuckled lowly as she leaned in for his lips. He shared a long moment caressing Tama intimately as she found his lips. "It must have been very uncomfortable for you at least. It was very brave of you. But know that the whole process of becoming Chosen would help reduce the discomfort you feel," His hands kneaded her bottom, "And make you enjoy what it means to be Chosen."

He groaned as she ground against him, the movement creating sparks of pleasure upon his tip. "So do I. It would certainly be a shame if I let you slip by like that. But know that once I have you," He spanked her again, reddening her skin. "Know that there will be no escape for you." There was a loud slap as he spanked her again, turning her skin flush.

A digit slipped down her ass, delving down to brush against where she had indicated before retreating to circle it. "We won't be trying that in full, unfortunately. I feel that we should not increase your discomfort further and also allow you to walk tomorrow." He thought for a second, a smirk splitting his face, "There is a risk you'd have trouble returning properly tomorrow still since your body is not ready for handling most demons." The circle grew tighter, teasing the penetration of her rosebud once more.

She parted for his finger easily, the ring of muscle clinging to him as he teased her ass. His finger thrust in and out of her at a leisurely pace, enjoying the female perched naked on his lap. He took his time with her, allowing themselves some room to breathe before her body sent signals that she was ready to be fucked again.

It took a few minutes before the swelling of his knot subsided enough for him to pull free of her. Only a trickle managed to escape her, staining the grey fabric of the couch beneath her hips. His questing finger did not leave her despite this, his eyes watching her expanded irises, "Let's give you some time to recover. In the meantime, we should see to getting you a warm bath. I think you'd enjoy it while I make some calls."

His hands kneaded and stroked her one last time before he lifted her off his lap and took her hand in his, guiding her to the bathroom.

The bathroom held a charming view of the cityscape with a marble whirlpool tub set by the reinforced windows. The dimmed lights brightened with their entrance, the tiled floor already warmed the heating systems. By the side of the tub were an assortment of bath salts, oils, herbs, and even some bath bombs, all of which produced a slight scent which perfumed the room.

He got the water going for her before pulling on a robe and excusing himself. "I'll be back shortly," And the door shut behind him. Once outside, he found his phone and began his preparations for tomorrow.