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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 2, 2011 0:34:41 GMT -5
Kojak forced himself to shake it off. He was over seven-hundred! He should have gotten this under control by now! "No," he said firmly. His voice had already started sounding like normal. "I want to get this right. I don't want to be like the rest of them. I want to touch without the need to murder." He met her gaze steadily. "I don't want to stop yet."
With a deep breath, he reached out to her again. He grazed his fingertips over the smooth skin of her cheek, down her neck. The desire was there, but it wasn't as strong of an urge. He didn't feel it practically consume him this time. He smiled triumphantly. Sure, he still wanted to wring her neck, but it wasn't as if he couldn't control it.
Gingerly, testing every move he made, Kojak cupped the back of Chstisity's neck. He took a shuddering breath, swallowed hard, and pulled her close.
The feeling was like a firecracker had gone off in his chest. But he didn't pull away. It just made him jump. Cautiously, he brought his other hand her her face, cupping her smooth jawline in his hands. He held her lips to his for maybe five seconds before he had to break all physical contact with her and take a sharp breath.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 2, 2011 0:47:23 GMT -5
Chastisity hadn't been expecting it this time either. This time when he pulled her lips to his, she couldn't help but feed. It was a Succubi's most common method of quick feeding. The partner rarely noticed it, but the Succubus drowned in it. Her eyes changed as the red-pink tendrils were drawn from his mouth to hers. It filled her with the feeling and satisfaction of being solid and safe. But it almost seemed to make her hunger worse. As Kojak pulled away, it took all of her willpower to not stay latched to him until she was full.
She watched Kojak closely. She didn't want to continue, but she agreed to help. If he felt like risking her body and his sanity for reputation, she wouldn't stop him or try. And he was improving, that much was obvious.
"You know," Chastisity breathed, "you probably won't overcome it in one day. It'll take time."
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 2, 2011 1:02:20 GMT -5
"I understand that," Kojak admitted. He was already becoming exhausted with the effort of holding back. But he didn't want to stop. He wanted to do it all in one day. He wanted it to end.
"How long do you think it will take?" he asked her. He knew she probably didn't have an answer, but he just wanted to ask. He wanted answers, answers the elders of his pack could never give him. They didn't know; they never left the safety of the camp walls, never had the need to overcome their urges for murder.
Kojak felt his knees weaken and he had to sit down. The grass felt strange under the fabric of his trousers. It was cold, but it wasn't watery with dew like he had expected.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 2, 2011 1:19:23 GMT -5
"It depends on how much pain you're willing to go through." she told him. It was the best answer she had, considering that wasn't something she could tell him. She kneeled in the grass beside him, studying her hands. As she began filling up on energy, the color was more vibrant in her skin, her cheeks a rosy pink color, and her eyes still red.
"Why do you want this so much?" she asked quietly. She could understand the need to touch without wanting to kill, but not putting herself in so much pain to reach that point. There wasn't even a guarantee he could do it, and she could end up feeding off all of Kojak's energy, or he could weaken her body enough to send her back to a soul state. There were risks involved, and to her it didn't seem like it was all that worth it.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 2, 2011 1:32:34 GMT -5
Kojak cast her a side glance. "I want this because I'm sick of it," he told her bitterly. "Our breed is meant to find a mate outside of the pack, outside of the breed. Wee can go through mate after mate, just because we can't control the urges to hurt them. Most don't do so until they are close to a thousand years old or more. And even then, we're known to destroy our mates if we mate with them. There's far too much contact during sex. Even the oldest can't stop themselves. We rarely bare young, and those who do usually lose their mind."
He looked over at the succubus. "We want to find love," he said. "It's just too risky for us. Many have realized that, and the breed is dying out because they fear they'll make the same mistake. But there's always one being. Just one. Peter believes in it, too. Finding a true mate. They're real, just next to impossible to find. They have a connection with a certain Daemon that somehow defuses our need to brutalize everything. We can become peaceful creatures, earn a name, if we don't already have one. We may never murder again after we find our true mate."
He sighed heavily and flopped back in the grass. "They're just too hard to come across."
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 2, 2011 1:56:26 GMT -5
Chastisity listened patiently, feeling a human emotion growing in her. Compassion. That would be horrible for them. Actually wanting love, but not being able to touch their mate. Chastisity never thought of -- or really believed in -- love. She believed in work, skill, survival. She lusted and desired and partook in sexual activities to live. Without the energies of her victims, she would lose her body. So she pretended to love creatures, got them close to her, made them open up to her, and then killed them after getting what she wanted. It was her nature. Love was not in her nature.
"I can't say as I understand the need for love." she told him softly. "My breed doesn't love. We don't choose to desire intercourse. We just use and manipulate our victims until we're full, then we toss them aside or kill them. We don't die out. We can create new Succubi or Incubi if we have enough energy just by removing part of our souls. That piece is a new sex daemon, fully grown and ready to work. We don't nurture, take care of young, or look at the opposite sex as anything but prey and food. I see you and I only want you to fill me up. Then I'd simply kill you and take your soul, then leave. We weren't created for love or compassion or sympathy." She paused, looking at the grass, then stood. "If you want to try again, I'll help you out, but I'm leaving once you get this. she told him. There was no need to take an innocent person's life.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 2, 2011 2:09:31 GMT -5
Kojak sighed heavily and stood up. She was right. He was most likely just wasting his breath trying to explain love to this creature. She lived for sex, period. Done and done. "What do you propose I try this time?" he asked her. He was out of ideas at the moment.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 2, 2011 2:17:04 GMT -5
"Whatever you feel won't kill anyone, but will still test you." Chastisity said. She didn't know either. She was beginning to think she should just walk away. She needn't bother trying to help some reclusive daemon do something seemingly impossible. Besides, she was probably pissing the Devil off now. She was hiding from him in Hecate's forest, a place forbidden for him, talking to daemons that don't work for him, and was wasting valuable work time.
"Well, why don't ya just wait for the soul mate of yours to come waltzing along." Chastisity said with a smirk. "I've got a pissed off boss I need to take care of, unless you want to try anything."
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 2, 2011 2:27:40 GMT -5
Kojak smiled at her. "You may return to your boss," he said. "And thank you for the help."
Quickly, he cupped her face one last time and pressed their mouths together. He was almost too tired to feel the spark of murder. All he felt was her mouth against his until he broke away. Then he felt the urge. It washed over him like a crushing wave, bringing forth the need to grab her again and take her by the throat. But he held himself back, took a collected step away from her, and exhaled the tension.
"Good luck with your boss, Chastisity," he told her warmly.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 2, 2011 2:40:43 GMT -5
She was beginning to get used to the random kisses. She just grinned at him. The last thing she wanted to do was actually deal with Satan, but she needed to.
"Thanks, I'll need all the luck I can get. And then some." she said, giggling nervously. She knew the moment she left the forest, she would be taken directly to Him, and punished severely. She turned on her heel and began walking out of the forest, lifting a hand in farewell as she walked, but she didn't get far. The words she'd told the nephilim came back to her.
I may be Satan's dog, but he has no leash on me!
Was that even true? Could she break away from him. Do whatever she wanted. Even if she could, what would a Succubus do with freedom? Well, I could be a prostitute. she thought wryly. Then decided to just go with it anyway. She was tired of doing what she was told all the time. And once that thought entered her mind, she felt free. Lighter, buoyant. She just shifted again, keeping the waist-length black curls and usually blue eyes, but replacing the dress with simple jean shorts and a blue tank top.Then she sat down and leaned back against the nearest tree, happy to finally feel alive.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 2, 2011 2:44:15 GMT -5
OOC:: So... We done here?
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