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deaths_head"...believe this is more than fair to compensate you for the, uh, matter at hand."
The Shade sat back in his chair, regarding the demon across from him with a stern, impassive expression as he took in Moyset's offering. She was a tiny slip of a thing, quiet and diminutive--obedient.
He wasn't sure how felt about that.
With a sigh, the Shade folded his arms and looked around the tavern. The city of Gehenna in Purgatory played host to a myriad of drinking establishments and other dens of inequity, but The Red Hart was one of the nicer ones--low light, good booze, and neutral ground. No realm held sway there--it even fluctuated between realities, existing both in the land of the living and Purgatory at the same time.
The Shade's business of the day was held in the back room, facing the demon that had taken a soul the Shade had already marked as his own. Rather than getting a decent payday from Satan, Moyset ended up with a debt to the Shade...and had just plain pissed him off in the interim.
Moyset claimed that he had an offering of restitution for the soul he'd stolen, but all he'd brought was a half broken succubus from the looks of it. She was lovely, sure, but there didn't appear to be any spirit to her so far...
"I'll be the judge of that, Moyset." the Shade rumbled, sliding his chair back and standing. Walking around to where the girl stood behind her master, the Shade towered over her. Here, in the back room, hidden from view, he didn't bother with his human guise: over seven feet tall, his hat and coat sat on the back of his chair. Snug leather trousers and a black tank put on display body that was trim, but solidly muscled, adorned heavily with tattoos that glowed with a pale grey light with a purple cast.
Glowering down at her, he just stood a moment before speaking.
"Look at me, child." he instructed, low and gruff. "Look at me, and tell me truthfully your opinion of your current master. Speak freely--you'll not be punished."
He paused, glancing at Moyset over his shoulder.
"And if you are, I'll dine on his eyes."
The Shade sat back in his chair, regarding the demon across from him with a stern, impassive expression as he took in Moyset's offering. She was a tiny slip of a thing, quiet and diminutive--obedient.
He wasn't sure how felt about that.
With a sigh, the Shade folded his arms and looked around the tavern. The city of Gehenna in Purgatory played host to a myriad of drinking establishments and other dens of inequity, but The Red Hart was one of the nicer ones--low light, good booze, and neutral ground. No realm held sway there--it even fluctuated between realities, existing both in the land of the living and Purgatory at the same time.
The Shade's business of the day was held in the back room, facing the demon that had taken a soul the Shade had already marked as his own. Rather than getting a decent payday from Satan, Moyset ended up with a debt to the Shade...and had just plain pissed him off in the interim.
Moyset claimed that he had an offering of restitution for the soul he'd stolen, but all he'd brought was a half broken succubus from the looks of it. She was lovely, sure, but there didn't appear to be any spirit to her so far...
"I'll be the judge of that, Moyset." the Shade rumbled, sliding his chair back and standing. Walking around to where the girl stood behind her master, the Shade towered over her. Here, in the back room, hidden from view, he didn't bother with his human guise: over seven feet tall, his hat and coat sat on the back of his chair. Snug leather trousers and a black tank put on display body that was trim, but solidly muscled, adorned heavily with tattoos that glowed with a pale grey light with a purple cast.
Glowering down at her, he just stood a moment before speaking.
"Look at me, child." he instructed, low and gruff. "Look at me, and tell me truthfully your opinion of your current master. Speak freely--you'll not be punished."
He paused, glancing at Moyset over his shoulder.
"And if you are, I'll dine on his eyes."
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Date: 2017-10-31 09:41 am (UTC)"Why do you need me strong?" she asked as they made their way toward the house. "If my m-- if he said I was, he was lying. I was the weakest he had." She didn't know how long she'd stayed with Moyset, but it hadn't been long enough to learn or refine any skills but the sexual. And she was a succubus, so that didn't make her anything special.
When they get to the bedroom, things felt more manageable. She understood sex, she understood taking orders, and had been reaching to peel off her coat when the Shade ordered her not to move. "I understand, sir."
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Date: 2017-10-31 05:08 pm (UTC)She had no idea what she was in for...this was his favorite part.
He circled her with slow, measured steps, taking her in without touching her. She was pretty, easy on the eyes, but he had to admit, grudgingly, that she was cute as hell. He liked the purple hair, that uncertain little pout she had...
Stepping behind her, the Shade ran his hands over her shoulders, making no move to undress her yet.
"Funny thing: purple's my favorite color." he murmured, running a hand over her hair again. He did that for a few moments: stroking her hair, running his hands up and down her arms, once or twice sliding low enough to span her waist with his hands before moving back up again. He did this all without removing her coat, all standing behind her where she couldn't see him, couldn't anticipate his movements. When she relaxed a little, he tugged her gently back to rest back against his chest, but went no further.
She had a nice, lean body, pleasant to run hands over--but mostly, he was fair good at this part. In life, he'd had a good touch for horses, and at the moment she was no different than any skittish mare unwilling to be put in tack. A little patience, a little gentle petting, and he'd slip the bit into her mouth soon enough.
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Date: 2017-11-01 05:03 am (UTC)"I'm glad you like it, sir." The Shade had told her to dress for comfort now, and she wondered if he would appreciate it if she wore the color purple more often. Pleasing her master usually meant things were easier for her. This one didn't appear to have any anger for her yet, though.
She closed her eyes as the Shade stroked her hair, trying to remember the last time someone had touched her so gently. This wasn't even foreplay, this was just petting. It was as if she was some nervous animal he had just taken home, which was more or less accurate.
Was that all he wanted for now? Sparrow's tense stance softened as he stroked her shoulders and her sides, shivering a little as his large hands encircled her waist. He tugged her back against him and she leaned back, letting her head rest on his chest as she breathed in. If he wanted a pet, fine; she could get used to this.
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Date: 2018-02-08 08:26 pm (UTC)All in due time.
"Tell me something, Sparrow," he murmured, the low sound vibrating against her as it rumbled low in his chest, "and I want absolute honesty: what's your favorite part of sex? Your weakness, your favorite act? What could I do with this beautiful body of yours that'd make you come so hard you faint?"
He let a hand come to rest on her shoulder, holding her steady as he moved back just enough to bend over so he could brush his nose over the delicate curve of her ear with a gravelly sigh, cool air from his lungs feathering across her skin.
"Because I'm gonna do that to you right now. Would you like that? Answer honestly."