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Spirits of Darkness and the Forest (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

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Naomi David

Supernova
Joined
May 24, 2013
Location
Kentucky
Clarisse Fairwell was merrily going along her way. She was a merry freshman at the local community college, her major was Chemical Engineering. She wanted to be a great scientist at a good laboratory, scientists made a lot of money. She wanted to be rich. She was starting her trick-or-treating, as today was Halloween. Was she too old to partake in it? Perhaps. But she always did love free candy, who didn't love free anything no matter the age? People of all ages were roaming about dressed in costume, some silly and poor as if they were bought at the local pharmacy, or some of the better built home made costumes. Beings of all sorts could travel freely on Halloween, nobody looked an ounce out of place today. Well, maybe except for those who weren't in costume, the plain looking folks. But Clarisse was one of the many non human beings roaming. She was a Faerie, a spirit of the forest, though she knew this not, she thought herself human, for she had been raised by a human family. Shortly after birth, as she had appeared weak and sickly, her biological Faerie family had switched her out with a human baby of similar appearance and age so that way the switch wouldn't be detected. She had flourished being raised as a human, having no idea of what she truly was capable of. She had a heavy pillowcase full of various candies, she was proud of her haul, and still had so much more of it to fill up. She was very beautiful, her Faerie heritage being the source of her ethereal good looks. She always had an out of this world beauty without trying. She had soft, creamy skin, dark, wide blue eyes that always had the appearance of looking surprised, and a generous bust and ass. It was so hard to find clothing that fit such a generous bust and ass, but she dealt with it, just like everything else. The moon was rising, it was getting dark out. To any other supernatural beings that might have peeped on her as she was doing her very human activity of trick or treating, they would be surprised. Most Fey, if not all of them, kept to the forests, it was incredibly rare to see one out in the open like she was.
 
Only on thing remains the same as perspiration collects to the side a cold glass full of crimson and the hand of a large grandfather clock struck to declare the march of time: Edquarda Vincent Primrose's boredum continued to soak into his bones and threatened to return him to a world of thoughts pertaining to his own death once again. I don't belong here. His younger voice scratched at the back of his head as he recalled his conversation with the old man that claimed to have once been his perfect little brother. Where's father and mother? What of our home? I just want to go home. Send me back. Eddie gritted his teeth as grimaced and tried to push the haunting voices back. He slammed shut the thick textbook and threw it over his head without even glancing to make sure it didn't destroy any number of his various expensive art decorations that lined the walls. The sound of something being damaged didn't even serve to make him flinch as he sat up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead that wasn't there just moments prior. He couldn't bring himself to pry open his eyes for even just a moment as his fingers ripped the black leather like it were cotton candy.

The hasty, restless pale left hand snatched up the wet glass as he brought it to his lips and gulped hungrily. He'd raise the glass further, expertly devouring the familiar preserved blood without getting a drop anywhere outside of his mouth. It wouldn't take him to the count of three to consume the contents of the glass safe for the red glaze it left behind that threatened to stain the glass. His eyes opened to reveal a pair of purely dark red orbs in the place of eye balls, leaving no reasonable way to detect precisely what he was looking at now as there were no pupils to follow. There were no signs of breathing, and no reason to believe he were anything other than an immaculate statue in this window of time that he remained motionless. In what could have been a blink of time he was moving again, with the force of standing shoving his big black leather couch right over. He'd throw open a closet to nab a black coat that ran down over his legs. The sound of the door opening and closing was almost like lightning and the craftsmanship thankfully alleviated his potent strength and careless attitude.

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Walking toward the Fae haphazardly, a male with styled brown hair and a musky black long coat seemed to move slowly but uneasily from one foot towards the next. He'd seem to move just in her direction thanks to the two-way nature of the path she was taking, but with his head down it would seem something was wrong with the male as he drew nearer and nearer without looking up. Maybe he was hurt or drunk? It was certainly not easy to tell.
 
Clarisse's pillowcase of candy was almost full now, and quite heavy, but she didn't care, she was rather proud of her haul. Once she got home, she would sort out the candies that she didn't want from the candies that she did want. The ones that she didn't like would be donated to the local children's hospital, the candy donation being a family tradition. What made her costume work so well was that she greatly resembled her character, Juvia Lockser, rather effortlessly. Nobody in the family quite knew where her blue hair came from, but nobody cared, and everyone rolled with it. Everyone expected her to join a modeling agency when she graduated high school because of her good looks, but everyone was so surprised when she chose one of the most difficult majors available. While looks were nice, they would eventually fade. She didn't know that hers wouldn't. She was glad she managed to get such a full haul after going on trick or treating for a while. by the time she finished, night had properly fallen, and people were beginning to return home. She was doing the same. As she walked the path home, she saw a man walking in her direction. His walk was unsteady, uneven, and all manners of wrong. Her mind was at war with itself. Did she walk right past him, and ignore him, mind her own business? Or would she do the right thing and stop and try to help him? She groaned as she drew closer to him, not realizing her next course of action would have great consequences on her future. She stopped as he got close, and she spoke, her voice soft and melodic, but full of concern,"Hey man, you all right?"
 
As she drew closer, he'd continue in the general direction that'd make them cross paths. Slowly. Despite having no sign of even remotely looking up, he proceeded and so would she. Though, when she stopped, so would he. Her voice, so beautiful, had summoned no response from the figure before her. Even with his head downward and his upper body slouched, he was taller than the model-esq woman before him. Perhaps with humans her voice would never fail to invoke some sort of reaction, humans usually did fall prey to the traits of non-humans that made them closer to gods of lore. Yet, this figure didn't even flinch to her voice. He wouldn't even grunt. After his pause for a response, the man would bring his right hand to slap against the left breast of his coat haphazardly before slipping it under the coat to fish around within it. His motions weren't smooth or slow or thought out. Despite his general shape being on par with someone who didn't overeat, his height being a good sign of strong genes and a healthy array of food being available since a young age, this man wasn't displaying any amount of general human behaviors. It was possible that he was taking his costume way too seriously, but in the dead of night this sort of show should certainly be chilling to the bone even on halloween.

The fishing around in his coat pocket stopped suddenly, which wouldn't be surprising when compared to the rest of his behavior. In the midst of taking just one more step directly toward her the man would begin to fall right into her the moment his foot settled upon the ground. His falling was slow at first as though it weren't deliberate. It remained plausible that he were simply inebriated. But in the very same moment he looked up to reveal red eyes his cold right hand shot forward from his coat to push a fluffy cuff right onto the left wrist of the girl before him and sealing it shut with his own raw strength. The fluffy cuff wasn't even remotely uncomfortable on the inside with skin soothing fur, but the outside was reinforced by a thick iron band that was attached to a beefy iron chain that fell to the ground, it's other end had been within his left hand. All within this time he fell into her and wrapped his left arm around her, sinking his fangs into her neck nice and deep.

Within the wound was a numbing agent, working almost instantly to reverse and negate the pain of the bite while spreading faster than any blood-based drug. While it wouldn't be impossible to struggle, this sensation would lead to the freezing of her nervous system rather quickly. Actions such as striking and even standing would require much more focus which rendered a series of strikes or running nearly impossible. The systems in place that allowed the body to just simply make actions would be overwritten once the bite took it's fullest effects at least until she'd have time to sweat this effect off.
 
Clarisse was showing great concern. If only she had brought her first-aid kit with her, she might have been able to understand what ailed him so. She almost always left home with it, she was the sort of person that was prepared for anything. Or at the very least, given that she was brought up by humans, prepared for an emergency that would potentially befall any given human being. He didn't seem to have heard her. Or maybe he did hear her, he did pause after all. Then he looked like he was fishing for something in his coat. Was he drunk? He did seem to have the air of a drunk person, but she didn't smell alcohol. Now she was regretting not bringing her switch blade. Her 'Father' had given it to her, but she had left it at home today because weapons weren't allowed on school campus, and they did search bags at school. It wasn't always like that, she had been told, the bag searching only happening after a few unfortunate incidents. Her right foot stepped back, she was about to turn tail and run, and take a longer alternative route home.

Then he began to fall. She had her arms out so she could stop his fall. She stifled a scream when she saw those red eyes of his. She was sure as shit they weren't contacts, not with the way they seemed to glow like little lights. She backed up a bit more, getting ready to run, but then he had a ridiculously strong grip on her wrist. Then something warm and fluffy slapped onto her left wrist. Her right hand instinctively tried to yank it off, but her right hand touched the iron, and she yelped. It stung and burned when she touched it, so she withdrew her hand. She whimpered and cried a bit when she felt something bite her neck, but the pain went away as fast as she had felt it. She struggled fast and hard at first, but after a moment, her actions started to slow down. What was happening to her? She was scared, she didn't like this, and her terror was plain on her face. Her grip on her heavy bag loosened, she had been slowly gearing up to swing it at him to make him go away.
 
Revealing his picture-perfect face with her blood over his bottom lip beneath the moon's light, her attacker was clearly in some sort of trance as he didn't take this time to pin her down further, cause her harm or run. He was conflicted. Happy, satisfied, but a little confused. Though his lips were clearly displaying an upwards smile at the corners of his lips, they were parted slightly to reveal his fangs tinged by the color of her blood. His eyes were partly open and coal black except for the burning fiery red iris at their center now peering up into the sky. It was as though her were a sculpture of the devil looking for an old friend now lost among a familiar cosmos. Something that men aren't usually attributed would be a term that suits this bizarre creature: He was beautiful, dark, with a tone of masculine that was both underplayed but unmistakable.

As he returned to her realm once more, his eyes returning to her, he pushed the bag right from her hand and let it fall right to the ground. "You're... not a human woman." His voice finally graced the air as his eyes narrowed and his smile faded. What he looked at now was seemingly almost as rare as he was. Maybe a little less so. This was fated, he could feel it in his bones. He knew what he had to do now, looking right into her eyes he'd take both sides of her head and neared his face to her own. His piercing monstrous gaze unlike that of any demonic creature that was so clearly lesser than him by the very nature of his place in the monster world. There were worlds of lust and power and intrigue behind the windows that should have lead to his equivalent of a soul. "There's no words nor sounds that can save you now. Obey me, Fey." One of his hands moved to her throat, prepared to squeeze hard enough to close her wind pipe should she summon the immense will power needed to overcome his presence and the effects of his bite.
 
Clarisse's heart was beating rapidly, despite the numbing agent fiercely going through her veins. It spread as quickly as it did due to her rapid heart beat, beating so quickly through sheer terror. She felt literally nothing as his fangs left her neck, her eyes transfixed upon his. So inhuman, no human eyes were red and black. If she had to picture a monster, it would be him. Not all monsters were ugly, some were physically beautiful creatures like the man before her. It was hard to keep coherent thoughts, but her mind stuck on what he said. That she wasn't human. A few minutes ago she would have called bullshit, but the fact that he had just had fangs in her neck made her a sudden believer in the supernatural. As he forced the candy bag out of her hand, it fell to the ground, its contents partially spilling out. His voice was as beautiful as his face, and that was terrifying. As he held her head on both sides, she remained limp as a rag doll. She wanted to look away from his face, but just couldn't muster the strength to properly do it. She made an almost imperceptible nod when he commanded her obedience. She didn't want to obey him, he was a monster, but he had his strong hand on her throat. He could easily snap her neck or crush her windpipe. She had no intention of dying tonight, or any other night for that matter.
 
It could be read from his face completely clearly, while her nod was a touch of a relieve to him he still desired to feel her life slip from her beautiful body from within his grasp. Murder, it was spelled with his eyes and his lips. That fact mixed with his appearance and their current location, the very situation, it may have been possible for a weaker willed woman to slowly emphasize with his desire to take her from this world. To feel like a god. Life was so precious to some cultures that a being of infinite power and wisdom was required to create it, to guide it, or even to take it. Who didn't want to feel like that for just a moment? It'd be fleeting, much like her heartbeat and his patience. But, it was a feeling so valuable that there were unbelievably intelligent humans who were well aware of the consequences and they proceeded to commit such crimes anyway. The difference here was the numerous worlds the divided her attacker from those humans. His confident smile and enchanting looks portrayed this fact well enough. No laws she was privy to that he was subject to.

He frowned as his arms looped around her and pulled her up against his chest. He could almost smell the effects of his venom within her blood shutting her body down further and further. No human drug was this potent in terms of rendering a victim helpless. And, if they were without immense will power and practice, sleep was inevitable and a quick result. Eddie was at least a little intrigued by her cute nod despite the sheer force required to keep her awake by now. "Now, since you're such a good girl I'll let you take the path of least resistance." His voice whispered to her as his lips drew closer to her own and he peered deep within her eyes once again. This time, with his stern and strong body keeping her up and his arms cradling her upper body like a lover would. "Close your eyes, and I'll bring you... home." He drew the last word with a breathe separating it from the others and with a touch of vigor and malice. This was clearly not going to be the home he imagined she longed for. Forever the whimsical magician at heart, he knew she had no choice now as the venom took it's toll and demanded her fate this night. No mortal, human or not, could resume this struggle within his arms now that she no longer fought him and his eyes directly upon her own for his demands. Though, he wanted to paint the scene as if she lacked any free will of her now. He demanded it and it happened was the immediate reality of the situation and it made him smile warmly as he blinked the darkness from his evil eyes.

The venom's influence wasn't forever, not with his bite. Eddie lacked such potency as it came with experience and that was the one facet he lacked in his tool kit. Countless years were within his domain, power beyond belief, but he still had to learn to use it. A room decorated with lavender and red awaited the beautiful young college student as life returned to her. Her left wrist was cuffed with kinky but effective cuffs directly to the left header pole. She was on her back, naked with an impossibly warm and fuzzy fur blanket over her nudity, covering all of it beneath her nipples but leaving those for his eyes to pry upon. She was clean, as though she was just immaculately dried after a deep and intense hot bath. A simple skin colored and minimalist band-aid pad covered the bite mark. He sat poshly upon a big red couch-like purple chair with her sack of candy over his groin. His right leg crossed up and over his left knee, keeping the sack in place. The candy carrier was all that hid his sex from her as he sat in the chair without clothes either. His now non-glowing almost normal eyes were upon the candy he was unwraveling with mild childlike frustration. it was clear he lacked a childhood attached to these morsels of sweetness like she had.
 
Was tonight the night that her life was going to end? Clarisse could clearly see the desire to murder in his eyes, and she was afraid to be the one he would murder. It would be a hell of a cliché to die on Halloween, when all bad things just seemed to happen. Her body was slowly shutting down more and more. A normal human's body might have shut down entirely by now, but she was no human. Her Faerie blood was fighting off the venom, even though shut down was an inevitability given how young she was. Perhaps if she was a few centuries older, she wouldn't have been so weak, but she was quite young, so she really had no chance. She became more and more limp, more and more rag-doll like as he had to hold her up and pull her against his chest. God, the helpless feeling was maddening, the inability to help herself was driving her insane. Blackness was threatening to steal over her eyes, and what little she could see now was getting blurry. In fact, the only real reason why she was still having any semblance of standing was him holding her upper body up, much like a lover would. Perhaps it was him telling her to do it, or her own body finally succumbing to unconsciousness, but her eyes finally closed, all struggle gone from her now.

When she finally came to, she felt an odd sense of complete comfort. Had the past time been just some sort of bad dream, that she had just fallen asleep in class again? But as she finally came to her senses, she realized she was trapped in a living nightmare. Her left wrist was cuffed to a bed. Where the hell were her clothes? Then she realized why she felt so comfortable, below her breasts was a ridiculously warm and comfortable blanket. She felt oddly clean, like she had taken a ridiculously long shower. Instinctually, her right hand went to her neck, and she felt a band-aid pad. So this really was a nightmare come true. Then her eyes wandered around, and then she saw the one who had done this to her in the room with her. She almost instantly averted her eyes, he was as naked as her. The only saving grace was that she couldn't see his genitals, her massive candy bag was covering them. She tried to speak, to ask what the flying fuck was going on, but she couldn't really talk, her voice hadn't come back quite yet. But still, he would be able to tell her great distress if he decided to throw a glance her way.
 
Despite having the power and strength to rip these little hard candies apart, let alone their wrappers, Eddie was losing his patience with their wrappers as he tried to deal with their tediousness without using brute force. It was simply just a lack of familiarity. All he could remember about these infernal masses of sugar was the children he saw earlier yesterday unwrapping these so quickly, expertly to greedily shovel them into their sloppy sticky round mouths. He envied that sort of joy, that sort of childhood. A life he was robbed of. Two worlds that he was torn between, one long lost to time and another he was bound to that he did not belong within. He glanced up to find his pet had found herself awake in his disgustingly expensive and wholesome room. Hand designed for pleasure by humans who were paid ridiculously well for the expertise. Every detail from the colors to the temperature that was machine and computer manufactured to invoke the most welcoming and sexually enabling potential a room could have. This was the dwelling that could bring an ancient and confused, frustrated and impossibly powerful being like Eddie to finally rest. It may have been sensory overload for his victim, but he preferred to overwhelm her like this. Denying him his biological right to her body would be the first thing a rational and defiant woman would do if he allowed her the time and space to think critically in an environment that didn't demand her attention.

He smiled softly as a glitter came to his eyes as he watched in her his bed, he'd drop the candy back into the sack as he left it within his lap. Leaving the night before and his genitals to her imagination as he admired her beautiful body with his memory and his eyes tried to fight for her own to look right back. There wasn't a window for her to peer out of to distract herself from what sat so boldly, so proudly before her. "Finally awake, sleeping beauty?" He spoke to her with the intricacies of his voice no longer housing malice or evil. If anything, he presented himself as though there weren't underlying malicious intents or actions. As though robbing her of her precious agency was simply a cute act delivered from a boyfriend to a girlfriend. "What do you normally have for breakfast? I'm in... a good mood." He continued the act flawlessly before letting a glow faintly come to his eyes, a slight taste of his evil now finding his voice. "Don't do something stupid to change that."
 
Clarisse's eyes watched him have trouble opening the wrapped candy. Did he have some sort of nerve or sensory issue that didn't allow for him to properly open up the wrapper? It was a curious thing to watch, something so simple to do shouldn't be so hard. But then again, what might have been simple to someone might be an incredibly difficult task for another. it was rude to judge. Everything in this room was so weird, suffocating to her senses. no, suffocating wasn't the word... Overwhelming was that word. Then he spoke. Not wanting to anger him, seeing his horrible eyes change, she spoke,"Fruits and vegetables. I'm a vegan." Nutrition was a little bit different for vegans, but it was what allowed her to keep such a lovely figure. Little did she realize, her vegan diet was essentially all what Faeries ate. Faeries ate what Mother Earth grew for them, they touched nothing that an animal made. It was hard to just say those few words that she had spoken, but she had managed to say them. Hopefully he wouldn't mock her for her answer, but it was the truth that she gave him. Faeries couldn't lie. There were a few ways that the older and more cunning of her kind could get around it, such as having somebody lie to them, and then they'd repeat that lie to another person. When encountering a Faerie, one was certain to expect always indirect answers to questions asked. They were an old and cunning kind, living as long as they had for a reason.
 
The way she responded softened his gaze and his voice completely dropped the guise that he'd harm her. It seemed the kinder, pretend-boyfriend side of the man before her was here to stay if she behaved. "Of course you have to be vegan." He grumbled just playfully before stretching his arms, showing his great body that had nothing to do with any sort of human diet. He was sculpted by the most evil forces possible. The product was debate-able in it's influence on the world. Vampires weren't kind. They weren't gentle, but they interact with their prey in different ways, and they're driven by some sort of heart. In this regard, Eddie wasn't unique. "I never partake in those watery foods, they're no good for me. I'll have to go out of my way to keep you alive, then. Thankfully, you don't have expensive tastes... You don't hunger to satisfy yourself with the rarest, most valuable things like I do."

He picked up the bag and let it fall to the floor lazily off the arm of the chair. He stood now with his impeccable male body on display, his cock not standing at attention yet still being so mouth-fillingly large. He had to have been in the neighborhood of north or south of eight inches flaccid and almost as round as her wrists. "Sadly, we're adding a... specialty meat to that diet of yours. One that I'm sure your vegan diet doesn't have anything to do with." He hinted not so subtly to his cock that was so clearly on display and his body langue wouldn't move to hide it. He approached her slowly, comfortably. With his eyes, his expression, body language and approach, it was like he wouldn't expect her to be afraid of him. Even as that was most likely an inevitable feeling for a normal woman. He sat on the bed to her left side with his back in the direction of her legs as his upper body was a little more in her upper body's direction. His left hand took to her belly from over the blanket, stroking her slowly as though he thought this would be comforting in some fashion.
 
Clarisse swallowed, she was glad she had given an answer that he didn't dislike. She had so many things to ask him, and yet, she was almost afraid to ask him for fear of upsetting him. Knowing what he could do was what was stopping the questions. That and the fact that she couldn't run away. Her eyes got almost comically wide upon seeing how massive his member was. She fought a sudden urge to wrinkle her nose when he mentioned the specialty 'meat' to her diet. She was pretty fucking sure he wouldn't like it if she made a face. Men tended to get sensitive if people made fun of their penis size, just like when women got sensitive about breast size. She wanted to shrink away from his touch, but knew not to. She finally had the courage to ask, her voice a little stronger than before,"Who are you?" She knew not to ask what he was, the fact that he had fangs and drank her blood was proof enough that he was a Vampire. And then the next questions came out,"You called me a Fey. What's a Fey? Where am I?" She had plenty of questions to ask, and there was a clear chance she'd be more obedient and better behaved if he asked them. But still, it was only natural for her to be curious about such things, since it was obvious she didn't know of her own status as a supernatural being.
 
"I'm a prince, a wayward college student who is behind on his studies by choice... I think, and above all of that I'm a man with many manly needs." He answered her question tenderly, as though he wasn't opposed to being cooperative. He smiled a little wider as he found at least one avenue to be genuinely open and warm with his victim despite the scenario she was in. His hand moved up to her right breast, cupping it slowly in his bare hand and fondling it so carefully and softly that it was unreal to imagine his immense strength and supernatural evil body could produce such a touch. He let her nipple press to his palm as he did this, and he sort of expected her to protest this, not that she could stop him the way she was. He didn't even need to grip her tighter if she fought him as his arms were almost as if they were sculpted from a whole block of steel yet they were warm and soft to the touch like his hand was over her breast that he played with. "Pay no mind to that comment about you being a Fey. It's as insignificant as what breed of dog my new pet is. You're to be more concerned with behaving. Now, tell me... Have you had any boyfriends? Am I the first man to see your grown womanly naked body like this? When I teach you how to suck your masters cock properly, will this be your first taste of a real man?" He sort of mildly enjoyed talking like this to her as he watched her eyes and touched her with the warmth of a lover even though the undertones and reality was so cruel and malicious. Almost as if his fantasy-like appearance and cock almost as if he were sculpted by the fantasies of a sex stared teen nympho, his attention invited her to ignore the reality and to accept the fantasy he imposed upon her so that she could stop feeling so scared.
 
She held in a snort when he called himself a prince, she highly doubted that. But then doubts started to creep into her little mind, wondering if he actually was a prince. What did she know of this shadow world that they both belonged to? His touch was gentle to her right breast, and surprisingly pleasing. She didn't expect that she would like it. Her nipple was stiff. Well, both of them were stiff, in spite of this whole situation. She tried her damndest to avoid making a face when he essentially called her a dog, but could not hold back a face entirely, letting annoyance color her face for a split second before her face returned to normal, hoping he didn't see her split second displeasure. She wanted to ignore his questions, but the words poured out of her mouth,"I never had any time for boyfriends, all my time was devoted to studying. Yes, you are the first man to see me so fully in the nude like this. Yes, you'd be my first taste of a man." What this her new life, to be this stranger's toy, his sex slave? Upon a new glance at his massive member, a fear suddenly struck her. Would he even so much as fit in her mouth? Or in her vagina? Or her ass, if he was the sort to go all the way? He didn't seem to want to have her asking more questions, even though the desire to ask away was so damn strong. If she behaved, if she was lucky, she might even get that horrid cuff off of her wrist, even gain some more movement. Her blue hair almost seemed to grow darker blue. There was so much for her mind to process.
 
"I am going to be..." He whispered with a touch of his darkness as he finished playing with her right breast, noting how she didn't fight it or even protest it. She seemed more displeased with being likened to a dog and her look to his cock seemed to make her react more than his touch on her breast. Was she aroused by his touch? She was probably more useful to him than he initially thought if she could learn to be a good girl. "Hey, no need to be shy. Go ahead, ask away. I can feel that you're swamped with questions." He invited her to be more open as he sat up before turning and slipping under the covers with her, his arms around her as slipped under her left arm that was forced to be against the header pole, his chest partially beneath her soft back, his arms tightly holding her midrift as he gave her lips a warm endearing kiss and looked into her eyes with his non-evil pair, searching her. His cock hardened away from her gaze, but her left hip was forced to feel his long engorged pole rub against her, her skin forced to feel the skin along his strong hot cock move. He moved his hips slowly to grind his cock's side along her hip. "You belong to me, but I can make this process so much more... comfortable if you drop that pesky little pride and hope for freedom. Police aren't trained to deal with things like me, and the world I stole you from can never reach this place. Your fate is with me." Both of his hands roamed her chest as his hug softened, his hands moving to her breasts to rub both like he did to her right breast previously. "I know things about you that you could only wonder about previously. There's so much more to you that he never would have known without me. Let me make you complete, and you can do the same for me. What could be more beautiful? Our own little Yin and yang."
 
"Why?" was the first thing that spilled out of her mouth. Then the rest followed,"Why are you doing this to me? There are so many other prettier women out there, why not choose one of them?" Better someone else than me, she thought. Selfish thought indeed, the devil part of her Faerie heritage speaking, though she didn't know that. Her eyes went wide when he suddenly kissed her, her hair changing from a blue to a shocking white all at once, indicating her great surprise. She didn't shrink away, even if she could have, when he slipped under the blanket with her. She could feel how rock hard his massive member was, making her hair go from shocking white to a deep blood red, indicating things far different from shock. Embarrassment, and other things. She spoke softly,"Sometimes, pride and hope are all that people have, all that keeps them going, keeps them grounded." She relaxed a little bit as he gave her what was unmistakably a hug. An odd gesture from him, given her situation, but it wasn't an unwelcome gesture. She continued her soft voice,"What is it about my breasts that you seem to enjoy so much? And what makes you think I wasn't complete, content and happy before you snatched me away from my life?" She didn't flinch when he began to work both of her breasts, having hands massage her heavy breasts felt ridiculously soothing. It was a bit of a curse to have such a large set, bouncing could be a bit painful when not supported properly.
 
"Place and time? A certain... unspoken kinship? Neither of us were where we belong. You're more than ideal for this role, and no clever play on words can reverse your fate." He spoke to her more directly with his lips near her own, letting her feel how genuine his undesired welcoming touch truly was. He smiled to her now shock-white hair after kissing her lips, noting the change mentally as she was forced to feel his cock along her hip. "Your hair alone should be proof enough that you don't belong among those lesser humans who could never fulfill you like I can. Who could never understood what it's like to walk a world you do not belong to... Like I do." He spoke to her more, choosing to neglect her words on pride and hope as it'd only serve to sour his mood and he didn't want to scare her while he seemed to be making so much progress. "I can't tell if that's a complaint about my attention for these marvelous globes of love, or if you're truly interested in a response. Either way, my interest should be rather self-evident, don't you agree?" He kissed her lips again, deeper to the point were teens her age would most likely close their eyes but he watched her anyway during the kiss as he fondled her breasts more and more. Her heavy set of womanly breasts that he could knead endlessly or even sandwich his cock between or even potentially make her milk like a cow later on and slurp on her nipples then too. She made him as pervy as he was, in a way, even if he seemed to be this way already. Like a self-fulfilling prophecy. "Search your heart, woman." He spoke deeply as narrowed his eyes, playing with her much more lewdly. "You can't even convincingly pretend like you aren't curious about what you really are, what I really am, and the life I have in store for you. You aren't even fighting my hands as they explore you, I don't even know if you are truly afraid. Give up the routine, you'll be happier when you accept me."
 
What was this talk of neither of them belonging where they should be? Purple colored the tips of her blood red hair, indicating a decent amount of confusion, but not what the fuck level of confusion. His lips were so close to her own again, she could feel his warm breath on her lips. And now, what was this talk about her hair? Her right arm was still free to a degree, and she felt along until she could feel her own long waves. When she saw the red with purple tips, she fought a shout of surprise, making her hair go white again, since it changed color before her eyes. When he distracted her from her hair by talking about her breasts, she spoke,"They're much more trouble than they're worth. You have no idea how fucking hard it is to find bras to hold them back, to find shirts meant to accommodate such a large bust." She accepted this kiss, slowly but surely becoming more subservient to his wishes. She wasn't quite sure on how to give a proper kiss back, she had never kissed any male before like the way he was kissing her. She never had much of a social life, so she didn't quite know how to respond. She spoke,"Well, if you know so much on what you think I am, then tell me in a way that I can understand!" The sensations from him molesting her breasts were so damn wonderful, but she didn't want to openly say it. She was afraid of encouraging him to play with them more. She just wanted time to process all this new weirdness. But damn, he was doing a magnificent job of distracting her from her own thoughts as he kept playing with her body.
 
He chuckled a bit before giving her another peck on her lips, this time almost to introduce her to kissing him with baby steps. He did want a future where she'd desire his lips so badly that she'd initiate kisses as well, after all. "They're worth this place's weight in gold thrice over to me. And I have plenty of money and connections to get you plenty of clothing tailored with that in mind. What's important is that I love them." There was a lot of emphasis on the single syllable he used to address himself, he clearly held himself in an esteem that men who were the age he appeared to be simply couldn't even hold a candle to. "We aren't human. You and I aren't even biologically connected to those inferior ape upgrades. Our kind are designed for beauty, shaped for success. We aren't cast by the stencil of mother nature, and we aren't influenced by evolution. And if you want to know anything else you'll have to suck my cock until your tummy is full of my sperm and you'll have to smile about it!" He sped up on the end as he reached up and tore the metal core of her fluffy cuffs to release her wrist without the key. He'd pull himself upward to sit up as he smiled down to her, his back now parallel to the header she was once cuffed to. "You're going to surrender those lovely lips to me, and the door is locked and even if you had the strength to pull my head off or my heart out that still theoretically probably wouldn't kill me." He wagged his finger in the air with a whimsical smile. He lifted his left leg as his right lay flat. His cock remained rockhard and straight up in the air, engorged and awaiting her. "No more mister nice guy, just give it a lick or there'll be hell to pay!" Despite picking up his pace for demands, becoming more energetic, he didn't shout or grow furious. He put off a boyish excitement with his smile.
 
Trying to initiate something as equally as dirty as what he was saying, hoping that it would keep him in a good mood,"Well then, if you think so highly of my breasts, then what do you think of my ass?" Her face went a bright red when those words left her mouth, but for such talk they were sharing, it was a legitimate question. She continued,"If we aren't human, then why do we look human?" She held back making a face when he said she'd need to suck on his cock for him to give her more answers. She felt a great deal better when he freed her wrist from the cuff, though now she'd have to begin the task of giving him oral. When he mentioned methods to kill him, her right eye twitched. He was on the fine line now of being a major pervert and weird. She sucked it up, she repositioned herself between his legs. She swallowed, lowering her upper half of a body down in such a way it wouldn't strain her back, and then gave his cock a lick. Her eyes were wide as she licked, she didn't expect his length to be so hot and hard! Biologically speaking, she shouldn't be surprised, there was a lot of blood flow to the penis during an erection, which was why it was so hot, but damn, his was really heated! She then gave another lick, and then another, trying to get more comfortable giving him what he wanted, since she clearly had no experience with any sort of pleasing males.
 
"Now that isn't a fair twist of direction. I mean, your breasts just looked so inviting as though they needed my hands as this blanket framed your bosom for hours before you woke. I'll need a sexy pose showing off your ass before I could even begin to compare anything to your chest that could captivate me all on its own." He tried to give a modest impression of his view on the matter. But honesty required otherwise. "I'd say that perspective is a product of how you were raised. When I see you, I don't see a human. And I don't see anything human about me." He answered her question more seriously as he let her take her place between his legs to give his cock a proper licking. And she did. One, and then another and another. "That feels nice. Yes. Don't fall into repeating yourself now, look deep inside. You should find you'll know exactly what to do." He hinted ever so slightly towards an Instinct that wasn't human. Sex was an education. There was practice and errors for human to complete the trial of pleasing the opposite gender. To things like himself and his kidnapped lover, his busty beauty sex slave with hair that reminded him almost of a certain kind of reptile, it was something they were born with by virtue of their origin. They were built to sin, in a sense. They were so sexually pronounced paired with superb brains and the picturesque looks of fucking movie stars, they appealed to humans so naturally. They were almost crafted to corrupt. However, his ability to do so and his Instinct to perform such a evil deed was much closer to the source. He was dipping his corruption into her instead of humans, taking this gorgeous fey as his distraction from the fact that he was a freak among freaks. His was a life that should have been lonely, but he had her. That her licks, his cock was responsive. It'd swell and pulse lightly against her tongue. Despite being a rugged, almost dark red hot thick rod, the skin of his cock was just as inviting as his hands. There just wasn't a single detail between his legs to snap a woman in need from any sort of trance. His length was more than enough to reach her womb, his width was beyond serviceable, and the size of his balls paired with the scent spelled how capable he was of breeding her should he so desire. Despite his beauty of many sources, his manhood was most certainly imposing in very specific ways. He touched her shoulders as he watched her, holding them to encourage her, comfort her, like he meant to with his eyes and smile.
 
Her tongue was warm and wet, but there was more to her tongue than that. A touch from it felt like soft and smooth silk gliding across whatever surface it licked. She knew inherently she was doing a good job, as she licked, she began to feel his meat throb against her tongue. She didn't know how she knew that, but then again, he wasn't giving her any active complaints, so she had to be doing a decent job considering she was new to this. Given where her head was angled, she had a good view of his balls. Her hands were soft and gentle, and her right began to fondle them, figuring he would like that. When she felt his cock was sufficiently lubed up with her saliva, she properly began to take his length into her mouth, being careful to not let her teeth touch his length. It was a challenge, given how big he was. But soon, when she felt a comfortable length was in her mouth, she began to bob her head up and down on his length. She was eager to please. Not for her own pleasure, but for answers she so desperately craved, since it was obvious she wasn't getting out of here any time soon. Her hair stayed a lusty red, and even her eyebrows were red as well. No matter how she tried, she wouldn't be able to hide her emotions from him, even the ones she didn't fully understand just yet since some emotions were ones she infrequently or never felt.
 
Between her little licks and her hand on his balls, her effect on Eddie's body was most apparent through his growing warmth and the pulse that ebbed along the center of his length that echoed out through the inches of thickness. His wasn't a set of equipment meant to give a single run of the mill girl a good time for one night. It was practically shaped to change a life, to demand effort from the woman licking it with her tongue like velvet along him. He watched her, and noticed the shift in her actions as he was lubed sufficiently, which made him smile right before she'd take him into her mouth. He wanted her to look up at him while she did this, to engrave into her mind his exotic eyes watching her approvingly as she was below him, servicing him. His right hand took to her hair, running his fingers through it as he took mental note of the red within it. Did this mean her instincts were kicking in to some extent? Was this the mirror within her that reflected his own demonic origins? It'd make him grin wider as he watched her bob up and down on the smaller upper portion of his royal cock. It was a little endearing to have her experiment and learn with his cock like this, to watch her take little steps as she tried to pleasure him. He'd hold a handful of her hair but not pull on it in any fashion. But, he wanted to see, to prove to his perverted inner nature that he could arouse her by abusing her gently. He wanted to see a darker red by letting her feel his hand grip her hair closer to her scalp to the point that he could pull if he wanted to with great effect while she sucked on his cock. "Deeper, use what you've got. You're meant for this." Another perverted tease in his line here, as he made a note similar to his previous mention of her position as his dog. But, this was different. Darkness had now returned to his eyes and his voice was dark, demanding, and notably more masculine. If she disobeyed him, it wouldn't be without it's cost, and he knew she was well aware of that.

Just what made this beautiful rarity tick? He was playing along what aroused him now, but he'd have to shift gears later on. He'll eventually corrupt her, this he knew.
 
Clarisse was glad that her touches and giving of oral was keeping him in a good mood. Then he asked for her to take him deeper. How the hell would she do that? There was only so much she could fit into her mouth! Then she realized he wanted her to take him into her throat! How would that work? How would she even be able to breathe properly? There was only so much breathing a being could do through their nose. But still, she complied, despite the fact that she knew this would be hard to do. She pulled back, took a deep breath, and went back down on his massive cock, doing her best to not gag as his length went deeper. His cock was so large, it made her throat bulge outwards. She looked up at him hoping, praying that what she was doing was pleasing him. Her hair went to the deep shade of red that he so desired to see as he worked her soft and lovely locks. Her hair was essentially her leash now since she wasn't cuffed to the bed. She kept him in her throat for as long as she could handle it, and she pulled back to breathe, and then she went down again. She was not going to disappoint him, her overachieving nature was beginning to properly show now. She was going to give him the best oral that she could.
 
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