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Meteorite
- Joined
- Jan 21, 2009
The young man sat upon the stone pillar, his eyes tracing the people in the streets in the distance. His inhuman eyes extended beyond the reach of mortals. Each of them, shown in their own way to the cambion. A meal was needed, or rather desired. His medium length black hair fell in choppy layers to the down the back of his head. Thick bangs coated crimson orbs that scanned the area with a predator stare. His form was muscular, trim like that of a warrior instead of bulky like a body builder. His muscles rippled under his pale flesh with every motion he made. Soma was in search of someone suitable to feed from. Someone who would hold a lustful source strong enough to give him a real thrill. But the humans around did not seem to satisfy his desire. He tugged on the dark material that hid his torso. It was tight, with a high neck and no sleeves. Black gloved slid up a little past his fore arm. Dark pants hugged his thighs, loosening on the way down. His feet were bare.
"Filthy... most of them." The cambion spoke to himself softly. Starting to feel his over all enthusiasm slip as no potential meal caught his attention. Bringing a hand up he brushed his dark hair back, leaning boringly back against the tip of the pillar. It seemed his desire would go unfed lest he chose to fuck every woman in the area. But would that truly satisfy the carnal desire that wanted to touch the flesh. Soma doubted it would be that easy. Playing casanova to a little town had been fun, when he'd done it several times before. But now, it seemed to be a dull game. The cambion had started to wonder if he should make a female demon, or something of the like his prey. Maybe a more benign being, someone who could quench the lust that threatened to devour him from the inside out. Clutching his right fist he pushed it against the pillar, his muscles craving the feeling of a body, something to hold as he fucked the life energy from it.
Soma felt the wind pick up. His gaze shifted as a more powerful energy seemed to call his attention. He didn't know where, or how far, but it was calling to him. A scent of a woman that would be able to feed him. Someone who would be a long enduring bout of passion. Even if she didn't want it. Then again, maybe she did want it, and perhaps it could be that much simpler. The cambion did not make it a habit to rape anyone, his powers and appearance usually made a woman easily susceptible to him, and therefore they gave in willingly to desire and become his lover for the hour, if they made it that far. The cambion concentrated a moment, allowing his senses to roam freely, searching for the figure whom caught his attention.
"Filthy... most of them." The cambion spoke to himself softly. Starting to feel his over all enthusiasm slip as no potential meal caught his attention. Bringing a hand up he brushed his dark hair back, leaning boringly back against the tip of the pillar. It seemed his desire would go unfed lest he chose to fuck every woman in the area. But would that truly satisfy the carnal desire that wanted to touch the flesh. Soma doubted it would be that easy. Playing casanova to a little town had been fun, when he'd done it several times before. But now, it seemed to be a dull game. The cambion had started to wonder if he should make a female demon, or something of the like his prey. Maybe a more benign being, someone who could quench the lust that threatened to devour him from the inside out. Clutching his right fist he pushed it against the pillar, his muscles craving the feeling of a body, something to hold as he fucked the life energy from it.
Soma felt the wind pick up. His gaze shifted as a more powerful energy seemed to call his attention. He didn't know where, or how far, but it was calling to him. A scent of a woman that would be able to feed him. Someone who would be a long enduring bout of passion. Even if she didn't want it. Then again, maybe she did want it, and perhaps it could be that much simpler. The cambion did not make it a habit to rape anyone, his powers and appearance usually made a woman easily susceptible to him, and therefore they gave in willingly to desire and become his lover for the hour, if they made it that far. The cambion concentrated a moment, allowing his senses to roam freely, searching for the figure whom caught his attention.