Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

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Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 6/47, Status = Low on Energy

Mirchell was given a fairly wide berth by the townsfolk while she stormed off. While they weren't aware of her true nature, or at least it didn't seem like they were judging by their lack of violence directed against her, her size, her glowing eyes, and the manner in which she flaunted her rage was enough to keep most of them at bay. A few guards shot annoyed glares at her, and some who caught a better sight of her glowing eyes paled visibly, but no one actually bothered her... Until she bumped into a man who was of a height with her, at least in this form, with a breastplate on his chest and a greatsword hanging from his back. They rebounded off of one another, both forced a step back by the power present in each other's strides, but rather than be offended or worried the dark-haired man turned and smiled at Mirchell. "Hello! Sorry about that!" he said jovially, smiling brightly and quirking an eyebrow at her as he added, "Say, you look pretty.... And tough. How's about we go and get a drink or two, eh? My treat!"

 

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Mirchell's stomping feet carried her through town, the enthusiastic walk doing wonders to help calm her down. They always did. Her white hair, spattered with a few drops of crimson blood and caked-in ash flowed behind her head. As her exhausted anger ebbed away from the feel of boots clashing again and again onto the floor, the albino demoness straightened her posture. The fact that most of the townsfolk avoided her by habit helped as well, lending a sense of self-indulgent pride. Mirchell did, after all, very much enjoy the notion that others feared and respected her, even if it was mostly her own lies to herself at times. As her anger faded though, so did the glow in her eyes, brought on mostly by strong emotion or surges of power, until the glow was barely noticeable in the dying light, and the torches that were being lit as darkness settled in served well to hide the faint glow that remained. Her pace slowed too, until it was merely a calm stride, though the length of her legs still meant that the albino was travelling at a decent pace.

She reached back, under her arm, and a grimace spread across the calming demoness' features as she touched at her back, feeling the tear where the Hunter claws had shorn through the straps holding her breastplate together, congealed blood still caking her pale skin, though at least the flow had stopped some time ago. It was uncomfortable, for certain, but it did not impede her flexibility too much, something that Mirchell tested by rolling her shoulders, twisting her torso from side to side, and then reaching back to press her pale hand against the wound once more, sighing in satisfaction at the fact that the scab had not so much as cracked, much less opened.

Satisfied with her health, such as it was, Mirchell straightened up again, breathing deeply, her bust swelling out against her breastplate briefly before she exhaled, the scent of woodsmoke and oil lamps doing wonders in masking the otherwise disgusting odour of the human town. Now that she was calm, and satisfied with herself, the albino carried herself with pride, and struck quite the figure in doing so, her facial features had the appearance of nobility, exquisitely carved nose, well-set eyes, full, but not oversized lips, and high cheekbones with the faintest hint of hollowness as passing torches cast their shadows upon her features, though the way that she styled her white hair, arranged in swept-back spikes around her currently-human ears, followed by the roughly-kept ponytail which swung behind her head rather detracted from that image.

Overhead, a pair of owls flew, hooting as they set out to hunt, and the animals attracted Mirchell's attention, her red eyes, slightly bloodshot, turning up to watch the predators, and she very much made the assumption that people would continue to get out of her way as she strode along the street. As however, she stepped into the man blocking her path, the albino staggered slightly, recoiling backwards, and by instinct her left hand shot up, wrapping about the handle of the sword sticking over her shoulder, past the oversized pauldron. She paused for a few moments, a scowl forming upon the demoness' fine features as she took the measure of the dark-haired human, her red eyes narrowing as she made a quick judgement. Mercenary, perhaps, or a guard? She did not let her curiosity register upon her features though, and after a few seconds, she relaxed, letting her hand drop down to her side, and straightening herself up once again, her pale hands reaching to her waist to adjust the fauld, positioning the buckle below her belly button once more, relatively easy to see considering her armour did not cover her belly.

It was another few seconds though, before Mirchell spoke, the delay perhaps awkward to him, though she thought not, glancing briefly at the passing villagers, rowdy farmhands heading to the tavern for the evening, other workers heading home, guards changing shifts and lighting torches as night began to set in. Finally, she turned back to the warrior whom had crossed her path. "You are forgiven." she said bluntly, her white eyebrows arching downwards as she took another deep breath, pursing her pleasantly-shaped lips in thought for a moment, before they relaxed, and curled into a sly sort of smile. "Why yes, I am pretty aren't I? As for tough, well... I would consider it an understatement." she stated in a slightly warmer tone, not bothering to show any sort of modesty about herself in the presence of 'mere' humans. She nodded though, looking down at her left hand, and flexing the ivory fingers idly. "Mhm... That sounds like a pleasant idea. By all means, do lead the way." Mirchell finished off, flashing a quick wink before she looked about, not entirely sure where she was any more, and as a result, not knowing where she might be being led. The prospect was not one she concerned herself with for long, safe in her own self-assurance that nothing a human could do would prove much threat to herself.

 

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Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 6/47, Status = Low on Energy

The human grinned at her continuously, a slight broadening of his smile at her wink and assent to his request the only change in his expression. He stepped toward her and put an arm around her waist, "I know just the place, it's right this way!" If Mirchell still continued with the man following his forwardness, he would do exactly as his request suggested he might; he took her around the corner to a bar. He was greeted by a few friendly waves and the like from the patrons, who were numerous, but despite the crowd the smell of smoke and alcohol managed to mute the stench of the humans that now surrounded her. Most of them paid her no heed, though Mirchell would note a few jealous looks from some of the other women in the bar. He stepped up to the bar with her, two men clearing space for them, and the bartender came up to them almost immediately despite the packed room.

"What'll yah have, Al?" the bartender, a middle aged man in a shirt and vest, asked of the man that had led her to the dimly lit room, and Mirchell's new acquaintance replied; "A whiskey and a mead to wash it down! Plus whatever my lady friend here wants, my treat!" The bartender nodded and turned to the disguised demoness, smiling warmly to her and asking; "And what would that be, miss?"

 

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Mirchell's pleased grin faded somewhat at the brash forwardness of the man, and as his arm gripped her waist, the albino demoness' nostrils flared in irritation, and her fingers clenched into fists, though she forced herself to relax, despite how hard it was. Emotions conflicted within her demonic head. She was hungry, most definitely hungry... And she did not imagine it would be particularly hard to feed in this pathetic little town, she had found that humans seemed to be rather weak to such things. On the other hand, the seething pot of anger bubbled at his forwardness, and the only thing that she took enough consolation from to resist smacking him right in the face was that he was unaware of her true nature, and so perhaps it was almost forgiveable that he did not know to cower.

This notion set a smile spreading across the pale albino's lips again, exposing her teeth, which while mostly human, still had slightly longer and sharper canines than one might expect. So, despite the male's arrogant approach, she went along quite contentedly, her dimly glowing red eyes wandering about as she strutted, long legs easily able to keep pace with the man. Her ponytail bobbed ever so slightly in the breeze as she walked, while her misfitting armour clanked somewhat with every step, most notably her loose, damaged breastplate. The jealous glares of the pitiful human women did not go unnoticed though, and the albino raised an eyebrow as she turned back to her new companion. Apparently he was some kind of prolific figure, though she couldn't really tell him apart from the other's to look at him. Humans were all so boringly the same, physically speaking at least.

As she was guided into the bar though, Mirchell winced slightly as the door was opened, the stench hitting her like a slap to the face. The woodsmoke at least covered it somewhat, and the dull scent of alcohol aided it a little. The albino demoness glared about briefly, the smoky, dark atmosphere working well with her pale features, making the demoness appear almost ironically radiant. The smoke as well, made the glow of her eyes more pronounced, as the light cascaded off the little particles in the air. She stopped for a moment there, and if her companion wished to remain at her side, he would have to stop too, or drag her along, no easy feat considering how much the albino weighed, as much as her towering 'true' form. Factor in her armour and the disguised demoness was certainly no lightweight.

Mirchell followed him over the bar, after that brief moments pause to observe the nearby humans. She was not even entirely sure what she had been looking for. Mostly she had just been taking her bearings as her sensitive nose became accustomed to the stench. She stepped forwards, her bare arms, face, belly and thighs all so pale against the dark backdrop, though her damaged armour fit in well. She pulled up one of the empty seats at the bar, and a ponderous expression crossed the albino's face. Clearly, this man was prestigious, if even the dregs down here knew him well enough to give them wide berth. She did not try to kid herself that it was due to herself, at least not entirely, as she cast her faintly glowing eyes about once more.

As the bartender scooted over though, and her companion placed orders for drinks, she quirked an eyebrow, before saying, fairly brightly by her standards. "Red wine, if you please." she cooed, flashing a quick grin at the bartender before turning to her new companion curiously. "So..." she began, placing one arm onto the counter, drumming her pale fingers against the wood. "Obviously you carry some weight around here. I like that~" the demoness cooed pleasantly, a mischievous grin spreading across her pale, but pleasantly plump lips. "I am... Fairly new, as I am certain you can tell. How about you introduce yourself, and perhaps tell me why all these women seem to want to stab me in the back and take my place here~?" she finished off, quirking an eyebrow and smirking slyly as she glanced over her shoulder into the darkness of the rest of the bar.

 

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Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

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Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 6/47, Status = Low on Energy

Her unusual companion did indeed stop when Mirchell did, not attempting to force her along, and after a moment he brightly asked; "Somethin wrong?" Whether or not Mirchell even bothered to respond to her, they went up to the bar shortly, and would note that a few other men staring at her bare midsection and thighs as she sat down. The bartender nodded after she asked for red wine, coming over with a glass for her and two for the man buying her drinks, who downed the shot immediately. "Cheers Arthur!" he said, licking his lips and grinning at the bartender, who bowed his head before going back to his work.

The strange man turned to her with a grin, obviously finding her tone and the curl of her lips quite appealing, and said; "Yup! I'm a bit of a hero 'round these parts!" He took a sip from his ale, and then rose it in a toast to her; "Albert Terenais, at your service! Don't worry about them, they're just jealous! I've, uhhhh, got a bit of a fan club going... It can get really weird sometimes, so I've started trying to find people who aren't from around here to talk to!" He took another swig of his drink, and then sighed and asked; "So, what's your name sweetie? Where are you from?" There were still a number of people staring at her, men and women both, and the tavern was loud and smelly, leaving much to be desired in terms of atmosphere, but if she opted to try her wine she'd find that it was actually quite good, some of the best she'd had in the mortal world in fact.

 

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In response to the first question, after they had moved over towards the bar, the albino shook her head, frowning briefly. "Not at all. Merely looking." was the only response she would offer for the situation. Mirchell did not speak again, until the bartender returned with their drinks, and the demoness tilted her head to one side, observing the glass with it's dark liquid for a moment, and her nostrils flared briefly as she reached out for it, inclining her head towards the bartender. "My thanks... 'Arthur'" she said, after a brief moments pause to properly pronounce the human name, though her tone was courteous enough for it nonetheless.

She watched Albert down his shot, and the smirk upon her lips spread wider, her red eyes widening as her white eyebrows rose up. As he raised his mead in toast though, Mirchell returned the offer, still grinning as she gently clinked her glass against his mug, careful not to spill the wine as she reclined just slightly, raising the glass up to her nose and taking a sniff through her sensitive nose. Pleased by it's aroma, doing well to drown out the bar at such close proximity, the disguised demoness gave a sip, and smacked her lips as she placed it back down upon the bar. As she listened to the dark-haired human speak, her grin only broadened, his mannerisms most pleasing to her ears. A confident, perhaps even arrogant man, with much to support his words, if she were to believe him. A human worthy of her attention, for now at least, she decided, while her exposed, pale fingers worked at the straps for her vambraces, unbuckling the ebony and crimson armour, and setting both vambraces upon the bar next to her glass, leaving her pale arms completely bare beneath.

The gazes her body was receiving did not go unnoticed by the demoness, it was something she rather expected, and enjoyed. She rather enjoyed entertaining the notion that she was appealing, at least in this form, and a brief scenario flashed through her demonic mind of the changes in their expressions should she drop the subtlety. Swiftly though, Mirchell tore her attention back to reality, tilting her head to one side as she plucked her wine up once more, finding she rather enjoyed the taste. Her other hand rested upon the wooden bartop, supporting the demoness as she leant towards it slightly, gently swilling her wine about as she spoke. "Albert Terenais... An interesting name~" she purred, seeming to not struggle quite so much with his name as opposed to others. "My name is Michelle. I have come a long ways, but I suppose the journey originated at a rather strange little town far to the South-West. It has seen much turmoil in the past few years, but then... Whom has not?" she cooed in a fairly sweet tone of voice, her best attempt at a disarming voice. While it could hardly rival a more experienced succubus or even human, it was a believable attempt nonetheless.

Mirchell paused then, glancing over her shoulder, her faintly glowing eyes meeting the gazes of some of the more insistent starers for a second or two, before she turned back to Albert, taking another sip of her wine and smacking her lips contentedly. "This wine is good. Surprisingly so, actually~ But back to the topic at hand~" she purred, smirking as she set the glass down again, flexing her long, pale fingers briefly. "What sort of heroic deeds have given you such avid followings~? And more importantly, it takes a modest sort of hero to try and eschew his adoring followers~" she added, rather enjoying the act of pleasantries, and the wine too. The notion of Simone looking for her was one she found amusing too, the grin upon the albino's lips widening to the point that her teeth were on display, including her sharp canines.

 

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Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

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Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 6/47, Status = Low on Energy

"So they keep telling me," the man remarked casually as Mirchell offered her opinion on his name, "Michelle... Pretty, but I'm not sure it suits you... Feels like something's missing." He took a sip of ale following his return appraisal of her name, his tone nothing but thoughtful. "I suppose that's true... These last few years haven't exactly been peaceful," he offered, nodding slowly and casting a glance around the crowded bar, "But people get by, I guess... Heh, you and I certainly have!" The few that met her gaze in Mirchell's sweep of the bar for more than a few heartbeats didn't last any longer than that, apparently unwilling to challenge the man sitting next to her even for a catch like her.

Al turned back to her and grinned, raising his glass in another toast, "Art has good beverages!" Whether the man noted her elongated canines in the dim lighting was impossible for Mirchell to tell, as he didn't display any surprise or fear as he looked over at her. Giving a sigh as if about to do something that he found endlessly tedious, Albert laid down his mug as well and said; "I helped fight off the aliens during the invasion, for one... They tell me I saved the town." He paused, scowling to himself for a moment, before a hint of bitterness suddenly entered his voice; "Given the number of people that we lost, I don't know if I'd call myself a hero... But I guess there are still people here."

He shook his head, and a moment later it was as if he'd banished his negative thought's completely as he grinned at her once again. "I've mostly just hung around since then, taking care of the occasional invader patrol or bandit group. It's a living, I guess, but the people around here make a really big deal about it, so it can get a little bit weird sometimes. I mostly prefer to hang out with outsiders these days, like you. Adventurers and mercenaries mostly... Which is what I assume you are, to be frank."

 

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Mirchell tilted her head to the other side now, almost like an inquisitive animal, and the albino pursed her lips, watching Albert curiously, the shifts in emotion and demeanour. Humans were a strange lot, and as much as she might dislike admitting it, they tended to be more interesting when she was not fighting them. Though she doubted that would prove true for this one, if his stories were as true as they were tall. Evidence suggested they were, and that made the albino's fingers itch. The disguised demoness rolled her shoulders briefly, turning to look into her wine glass, before she looked up once again, and smirked slightly. "And what exactly would be missing, Albert Terenais?" she asked pleasantly, a sly grin spreading across her features as she did so, though the albino hid it shortly after by taking a rather long draught of her glass.

Mirchell found the modesty and bitterness regarding his deeds though, a strange thing. A concept that she could not quite grasp. Something that registered rather bluntly upon her features in the raising of both white eyebrows, and the gaze she turned about the bar once more. "There seem to be plenty of people around town to me. Immigrants and... New arrivals?" she asked, reaching up to run one pale hand over her chin curiously, before glancing down at the bar where her vambraces lay, swilling her wine glass gently about in her left hand. "I find it strange then," Mirchell continued, looking back up to meet Albert's gaze. "That you seem embittered regarding your apparent victory. Certainly, if you warriors had fallen, there would be nothing left here but blood, corpses, ash, and invader... Leftovers." she finished off, wrinkling her nose unpleasantly with the last word.

The unpleasant taste that her reference put upon the demoness' tongue though, she swiftly washed away with a little gulp of wine, her glass beginning to edge towards empty already. "All that said though, you do not seem to be struggling to get along. As for me, well... You were correct in a way. I am an adventurer of sorts, but I do not intend to be so for a vast amount longer, and mercenary work I would hesitate to perform, depending on current circumstances~" the disguised demoness cooed gently, flashing another grin as she placed her glass back down upon the tabletop, trailing one pale finger around the rim of the glass as she let her red gaze wander down over Albert's body and armour curiously, pink tongue lapping across her lips briefly.

 

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Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 6/47, Status = Low on Energy

Her study of the man as she made her motions, tilting her head and rolling her shoulders, drew Mirchell to watch as his eyes drifted over her bare skin, flitting over her neck and collar as the muscles beneath stirred, and before his gaze flitted up to meet hers once more, Mirchell got the distinct impression that he liked what he saw. "Most likely not what you're thinking," he offered offhandedly in reply to her question, returning her sly grin with a knowing one before taking a long draft from his ale.... An extremely long draft. One that left it empty, and caused him to turn away from her and clink it down onto the table, motioning to Arthur for a refill.

"Oh yeah, people moved in to fill the void.... We lost about a third of the town, all told. Didn't really feel like much of a victory at the time, even if you're probably right. Doesn't make me like how things turned out any better than I do though, and that's not likely to change any time soon~" he said, and then paused to take a deep gulp from his newly refilled ale mug before turning back to face her again. He caught her look as she swept her eyes over his body, and felt the hunger, the lust for her rise up in him in response. "Not for much longer eh?" he said slowly, either genuinely or just very effectively feigning curious, "And what've you got going that might take you away from so glamorous a life?" He took another quick pull, his second mug fairly close to empty already, and then casually offered; "I wouldn't mind discussing things in private if you'd prefer."

 

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The glowing red orbs did not miss Albert's own gaze over her pale, partly-exposed body, and the demoness smirked slightly, lifting her right leg to cross over her right, the slight arch to her back and the way she leant against the bartop giving the albino a fairly feminine pose, while her fauld shifted about her legs, revealing more of her pale thigh. "You have me intrigued. What exactly do you believe I am thinking, Albert Terenais?" she asked, pursing her lips slightly and smirking.

He seemed to be consuming a rather large quantity of the ale though, though admittedly Mirchell did not know just how strong the stuff was. Her white brow furrowed somewhat though, he was acting like he knew more than he should, and the albino took a moment to look over her own body. She looked human. She did not doubt her aptitude for shapeshifting either.

The disguised demoness brushed the notion aside though with a small flick of her head, and as Albert ordered another drink from the human known as 'Arthur', the albino followed suit, looking for a top-up on her wine. Regardless of the result, she turned back to Albert with a shrug, trailing her finger over the rim of her glass once more. "One third as opposed to three thirds sounds like a rather good outcome to me, it seems. Though perhaps I should take it to mean that you lost someone of some importance among them." the albino added, tilting her head as her bright eyes met his own, though the tone of voice made it seem like she was simply stating a fact rather than guessing at the past, it was the best reasoning she could come up with from her limited knowledge of humanity.

Mirchell's nostrils flared briefly, inhaling the nearby scents as her eyes swivelled to look over the bar briefly, before returning her curious gaze to Albert. A knowing smirk spread across the albino's features though as he invited her to private. "I have plenty of things that might lure me away from a life of endless wandering and poor camp food." she said, chuckling beneath her breath as the demoness pressed her hands together, intertwining the fingers to stretch them out, the knuckles cracking as she did so. "Though that said, certain issues are best kept under some sort of privacy. So certainly... If you would feel more comfortable away from here, then by all means, Albert Terenais... Lead the way~" Mirchell cooed, the sly smirk remaining upon her lips as she reached to drain the remnants of her wine, refill or no. She could feel her emotions rising, and that was a difficult urge to suppress, the demoness struggling to keep herself calm and placid, though it did not register upon her features. Mixed desires struggled against one another, but Mirchell was damned if she would allow them to get the better of her now.

 

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Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

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Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 6/47, Status = Low on Energy

Albert didn't bother to respond to her question with more than he had intended to already, merely wearing a smirk and taking a sip of ale. Arthur refilled her wine glass on request, and then left them alone once more as they proceeded in their conversation. Her response to his ruminations on how many had been lost caused him to raise a toast to her, "That'd be what I thought you were thinkin.... Everybody always does when I remember the attack with less than perfectly fond memories of my performance. Truth is, I was just traveling through here at the time! I wasn't even going to stop in this town before I spotted that... Thing, hovering over it. I didn't know anybody here, and didn't have anybody to lose back home either. If it weren't for the whole "invasion of violent rapists that want to eat your soul" thing, I probably wouldn't have given two shits about the invasion." His voice was low as he said that, and in the din of the busy tavern it was likely that only Mirchell heard the man's admission, but for the moment he wasn't smiling anymore, his face gone deathly serious.

Her words regarding the illustrious career of adventuring brought his characteristic grin back, however, and he sarcastically replied; "Heh, ain't that the best life has to offer?" When she offered to go someplace more private with him, he didn't even hesitate; he downed the rest of his ale in one go, placed the mug on the table, and wrapped an arm around her waist to help her out of her stool as she drained her second glass of wine. No coins were left on the table, but Arthur merely waved at them as Albert led Mirchell out of the tavern common room. She felt plenty of eyes on her, some obviously looking at her body while others issued her glares, but nobody actively bothered them as they headed up the stairs to the second, and then the third floor of the building. The humanish smell of the place receded greatly after leaving the common room, leaving Mirchell only with Albert's scent to deal with. Their proximity allowed her a great deal more insight courtesy of her sensitive nose, however, and she could detect his pheromones rising, testosterone building up in his system as lustful anticipation built within him.

They reached a room at the top of the stairs, Albert's pace and footing absolutely confident and fairly swift, and he unlocked it with a key that he withdrew from his pocket. Pulling her inside, he closed and locked the door behind them before stepping away and beginning to shrug out of his armor. "You can drop the disguise," he stated simply, "It looks fairly uncomfortable in the too big armor, and I don't have any problems with you being a demon." He turned his head and grinned at her as the breastplate he wore came apart and was placed carefully upon the ground, "Unless you'd prefer to take it off entirely! I certainly wouldn't mind that~"

 

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Mirchell's eyes narrowed, her nostrils flared and her lips pursed as Albert spoke, the demoness tilting her head slightly to one side as he spoke, though she raised her glass in return, to clink against the human's mug. His response though, drew a frown from the albino, and her brow furrowed as she turned away, looking at her wine glass for a few moments before she took a sip. "You get such a lot then. I see." she said briefly, pausing again, before continuing. "That is rather a large... Thing though, Albert Terenais. Quite a large one indeed... I suppose the towns... People are right to be grateful for your assistance then, timely as it was." she said smoothly, smirking as her rounded ears twitched slightly, though with their altered shape, even she had to strain slightly to hear the lowered voice, even if she did not bother to lower her own accordingly. His serious tone and expression though, brought fresh questions to her mind, none of which seemed important enough to pester for right now.

His sudden return to mirth though, took the albino by surprise even more, though she did not allow it to register as more than a raising of both white eyebrows. Mirchell did, however, pause briefly, her lips parting as she was tugged up from her seat, her hardly-insubstantial weight shifting as the albino got her armoured feet onto the ground, clacking loudly against the wood. "No... I much prefer a comfortable mansion with servants and entertainment." she said simply, draining her wine and placing the delicate glass back upon the bartop, while her hands instead swept out to gather the ebony and crimson vambraces from the wood, tucking them under her right arm. The disguised demoness sighed though, taking one last look about the bar, even as she let herself be led away and upstairs by the human. The albino threw her gaze into the corridors leading off from the stairs, even as they climbed, though the higher they went, away from the stench of the bar, the more that Mirchell began to take further note of her new companion. Her nostrils flared inquisitively, and she was not particularly subtle in taking a few sniffs of the air, looking behind to make sure they were not being followed, before a frown formed upon her lips.

The albino's expression darkened yet further, as her nostrils twitched, inhaling the scent that poured from the man, hazing the demoness' mind, her eyebrows knitting together as she tilted her head downwards. It was rather intoxicating, far more so than the wine she had drunk, though a shake of her head helped clear her thoughts, looking up at Albert as he ushered her through the doorway. Mirchell eagerly did so, taking advantage of her time not looking at the human male to take a deep breath of air, trying to keep her thoughts clear as she turned to face him once more, her pale right hand reaching down to her right hip, where her sword would normally rest, not an offensive gesture, more a warning, much like why a cobra would spread it's hood.

Mirchell stood tall though, her plump lips pursing into a thin line as Albert spoke, and started to remove his armour. The notion, combined with the scent of lustful human pheromones though, caused an instinctive flush to spread across the albino's pale cheeks, and she tilted her head back slightly, taking another deep breath to keep herself calm, not wishing to fall to any of her more primal urges just yet. It was difficult though... The combat with the aliens had drained her soul, and the demoness was hungry, while the growing scent of male arousal was more than enough indication to her that Albert would be fairly easy prey. Her glowing eyes narrowing to a slit as he stated his awareness of her nature though, and shehe paused for a few moments, casting her gaze briefly towards the door, then back to Albert, and the demoness nodded. "Perhaps you do not... And perhaps you would not. I am not surprised that you would rather I removed my breastplate~" she said in a smooth tone, the thin line of her mouth fleshing out once more as the albino smirked. "I think though, that I will keep my armour on. Just for the moment, of course~ I am sure that you can understand my curiosity. What gave the game away? Noone else in this pit seemed even faintly aware of my deception, disgusting as it is. Though yes... It is uncomfortable like this." the albino admitted, tapping at her hip before she reached up to her back, unstrapping her greatsword from her broad shoulders, and turning aside to lean the deadly weapon against the wall, dark red scabbard catching the light briefly and turning the colour of fresh blood, even as Mirchell turned around once more. "If you know so much though, I suppose you want my real name. Michelle is close enough, to be easy to say, I feel. My name is Mirchell." the demoness added politely, inclining her head towards Albert, though she held her human disguise, for the moment at least. Perhaps for the sake of keeping heights equal.

 

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Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

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Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 6/47, Status = Low on Energy

Albert's lips curled up, and he neither made any threatening gestures nor responded visibly to her defensive ones. "Suit yourself, but I call tell how hungry you are. The offer'll stay open for tonight at the very least," he replied as she opted to keep her armor on, "And it was a number of things, but most of them could have been overlooked pretty easily. The glowing eyes was the big one though, so I'd try to keep a handle on that in the future if I were you, particularly since red basically screams demon. Your armor not fitting, the way you looked uncomfortable in your own shoes half the time, and the fact that you're a succubus that's practically empty kinda helped me add it all up. The disgusted looks you were throwing everywhere and the way you kept wrinkling your nose were weird in and of themselves, so you might wanna try and tone those down a bit too if you want to travel incognito... Not everyone gives as few shits as I do."

He offered her a nod as Mirchell gave him her real name, and then turned and strode over to a chair that sat beside the bed, which he sank into. Facing her, he leaned back and folded his hands in front of his face as he said; "Well, feel free to fill out your armor if you want, I'm more comfortable when the people with me are comfortable."

 

[Mirchie]

Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Mirchell's expression remained taut regardless, though she eased off somewhat as Albert continued to speak. Her glowing eyes swept across the room, and she let out a sigh, reaching up with her left hand to rub at her temples, closing her red eyes for a moment, before she turned away, displaying her back and legs, the torn strap of her breastplate and the dried blood caked into her pale skin. "You presume much... Albert Terenais. But your honesty on the matter is... Appreciated." she said, pausing for a moment before the last word, as if searching her vocabulary. "Hiding my eyes is a difficult task, I am not even certain I would be able to accomplish a change in eye colour... Though a suppression of the glow would be easy enough if I were sated..." the demoness continued to muse, pursing her lips as she turned about once more, and took a few steps towards Albert even as he seated himself.

"However, there is a flaw. I am not incredibly concerned in travelling completely... Incognito. To spare myself the quailing of the masses and the... Weapons of the guardsfolk. What do you call them again?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow inquisitively as she raised her arms, taking up a mimic of a rifle stance for a few moments to get her point across, before relaxing once more. "To anyone worthy enough to... Give shits, as you so eloquently state, and see through me though... To them, I say, let them come." the demoness finished off with a smirk, flashing her teeth briefly as she flexed her pale fingers.

He knew though, what she was, and the albino was rather keen to accept his offer. As he had so keenly stated, Mirchell was hungry, incredibly so, and her nostrils flared as she inhaled his scent. Slowly though, she began to grow, shedding her disguise easily. Her horns sprouted from her forehead, the skin splitting easily about them, pushing her white hair out of the way. Her rounded ears began to elongate, tapering into points similar to an elf. Her canines grew, just slightly, not to the point of real fangs, but dangerous-looking nonetheless. Her armour rustled as it shifted to accommodate Mirchell's full form, the pauldrons sliding more comfortably up onto her shoulders, even as the large, bat-like wings began to rise out of her back. The last thing to appear was the long, black tail, as it snaked out from the small gap in the back of her fauld, and swept forwards to wrap around the albino's pale leg, while a slight smirk spread across the fully-fledged demoness' features as she straightened herself up to her full height.

"Better?" the albino asked, grinning still as she flexed her pale fingers, her voice having dropped an octave or two with her transformation. She stepped forwards once more, boots clanking against the floor as she squatted down slightly in front of Albert, an odd sign of sympathy to spare him craning his neck to look at her. Mirchell tilted her head to one side, frowning still, her glowing red eyes wandering down over the human's body before snapping back up to his face. "Before I sate myself on you though, Albert Terenais... I would ask that you sate my curiosity. You know that I am a demon... You know also that I am a succubus, and a hungry one at that... And yet this does not worry you? You are an interesting man~ Or perhaps just an aroused one. Perhaps both?" she said calmly, tilting her horned head to the other side curiously, even as she reached up, and undid the buckles for her pauldrons, letting the heavy plates slide from her pale shoulders, where she set them on the floor.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Spoiler

Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 6/47, Status = Low on Energy

Albert quirked an eyebrow at Mirchell's mimicking of the use of a rifle, and he grinned for a moment before supplying; "Guns? Yeah, those tend to hurt. I consciously try to avoid being on the receiving end of those." Her confident statement served to broaden his grin and earn another bark of laughter, "Well, that's definitely one way of going about safety! Just smash anyone that gets in the way eh? I like it!" Of course, then he watched her transformation back into her true form, something that the human seemed to relish despite her slightly monstrous appearance, and he simply sat and admired her for a long moment, from her booted feet to the tips of her horns to her batlike wings.

As such, Mirchell was able to stride closer and drop to a crouch in front of him, something that he seemed to take slightly suggestively judging by the eager look he adopted and the sharp rise in the potency of his scent. "Much better~" he replied huskily, a few moments too late. Seemingly happy to indulge her curiosity even as he kicked off his boots and carefully tossed them aside, Albert smirked at her and quipped; "Oh I've been looking forward to "sating" you ever since we met! I'm ready to start "sating" whenever you are, in fact!" The man only made her wait long enough for him to chuckle at his own joke, his eyes watching her pauldrons come off and observing the pale skin that lay underneath with naked hunger. "Aroused might not be a strong enough word.... If you'd taken the offer to take off your armor earlier, I'd already be well into fucking the red right out of those eyes~ Buuuut...."

He paused, rolling his eyes even as he sat up and rolled his shoulders, likely easing the kinks from his muscles after being clad in his armor all day, and continued; "To answer your question, succubi don't really bother me. You aren't my first, and probably won't be my last unless you decide to kill me, and if you do.... Well, there are certainly worse ways to die than getting fucked to death by someone like you."

 

[Mirchie]

Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

"Guns. Yes. I dislike those contraptions. the albino stated, a frown forming upon her lips as she paused, before the frown turned into a smirk, and the towering demoness shook her head, leaning backwards slightly as her crimson eyes wandered over Albert as he stripped. For a brief moment, she paused, the glow of her eyes beginning to intensify as her hunger met the human's lust, and her nostrils flared, the heat rising from the demoness' core as she stretched her shoulders, and her large, batlike wings stretched out, darkening the room briefly before they folded away once more, tucking down behind Mirchell's back, scratching against the floor from her squatted position.

Albert's words though, seemed to amuse the demoness, and she let out a short laugh, throwing her horned head back as she did so, while the short ponytail behind her head strayed about. When she was finished though, the she-demon smirked, lowering her head once more, as she reached up behind her back, deft, pale fingers unstrapping her damaged breastplate, and the heavy, ebony plate fell away, swinging underneath her wings to get free, and the albino caught it in the process, unwilling to damage it's enamel unnecessarily. Instead, the demoness set it down on the floor, her ample bosom wrapped in a simple linen wrap to protect herself from her own armour, though this was easy enough to shed, the albino's plated boots grating against the wooden floor as she threw the garment aside, wearing only her fauld and boots by now, as the demoness' pale hands placed themselves upon his thighs, her knees sinking properly onto the floor now, so that now, Mirchell was looking up at Albert in his chair. "I hope you do not intend any symbolism there, Albert Terenais. Such would be a shame~" Mirchell cooed in a pleasant tone, her eyes gleaming brightly as her hands ran up along his legs.

The demoness' hands kept sliding up, her long tail flicking out behind her back as her black wings twitched, and part-way spread once more, before tucking away against the albino's back once again. "You needn't worry though. I'm not starving~ Merely ravenous. Let us hope you are up to the task, mhm~?" the albino added, winking slyly as her wet tong ran out past her plump lips, lapping along them before withdrawing once more, even as the demoness' pale fingers ran over the dark-haired male's crotch, stroking at him from her position on her knees, content to remain there for the moment, though the grin on her face suggested dark promise otherwise.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Spoiler

Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 6/47, Status = Low on Energy

Albert leaned back and relaxed as Mirchell ran her hands over his thighs, but the man's eyes were exploring her body with raw hunger as she pulled off her breastplate and then unwrapped her bosom. It was as plain as day to the succubus by the way that his eyes traveled over her bare skin that he wanted to taste every inch of her that he could reach with his lips, and explore the rest with his tongue for good measure. "Symbolism? Nah, I'm just going to fuck you 'til you're blind," he replied, and it was impossible to tell whether he was joking or boasting given that he seemed to wear a perpetual smirk. His hands reached out as she smoothed her palms over his pants, gripping one of her hands gently with one and reaching out with the other to brush rough fingers through her milky hair and over her horns.

"Just ravenous eh? Well, I hope you find me to your liking~" he replied huskily, his eagerness plain to see, hear, and touch, and as she ran her hands over his crotch Mirchell would easily be able to find the outline of his fairly impressive shaft within. The warrior seated before her seemed only able to stomach so much teasing, however, as the hand he'd laid over hers moved suddenly, leaving hers and unbuttoning his trousers. His pants and underpants were around his ankles a moment later, his thick, throbbing shaft standing at attention for her inspection. He was easily the largest human she'd seen, and while he was no match for the absurd sizes that shapeshifting would allow some of her kin to achieve, it would still stretch her insides nicely in a manner that she hadn't experienced since leaving Hell. "You DID say that you were hungry...." he muttered, "But if we're going too slow you can go ahead and get the rest of that off, and we can go over to the bed. You're not the only one that's hungry."

 

[Mirchie]

Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Mirchell's glowing red eyes tilted up to meet Albert's gaze briefly as his eyes wandered over her semi-nude form, and as she tilted her head to one side, her horns caught the light, glinting slightly, even as her long elf-like ears twitched slightly. Her own tongue slid out from the demoness' lips, trailing over her lips, even as she smirked, feeling his hands run through her scruffy white hair, and over the slightly twisted bases of her horns hidden beneath the fringe. As he spoke though, Mirchell laughed, a deep and throaty noise as her hands clenched into fists, and pushed against the human's thighs, bringing the succubus up as tall as she could be while still upon her knees, her long canines glinting slightly.

And impressive he was, Mirchell's eyebrows raising and her nostrils flaring as the human warrior's manhood came free, her glowing eyes wandering over his impressive length, while a sly grin curled onto the demoness' lips. "And here I thought poetic capability was lost to your species~" the hungry succubus purred, the glow in her crimson eyes intensifying as one pale hand reached forwards, and made a grab at Albert's shaft, tugging it towards her face as she leant in close, nostrils flaring as she inhaled the heady scent. For a few moments, Mirchell remained as such, flicking her dirty white hair back over her horns and oversized ears, before the demoness' lips touched against his head, the warm tongue trailing out, to take just a taste, the simple sensation causing a shiver to run down the demoness' spine, and caused her to look up, widening her bright eyes and grinning wickedly, as she instead started to rise up, her shoulders flexing as the albino's black, leathery wings stretched out, casting their shadow over both demon and human, and with a low, sultry and playful tone to her usually so grim voice, the demoness purred "Why wait so long~?", even as her strong hands reached up to grab at Albert's shoulders, and should he not resist, Mirchell intended to literally pick him off of the chair, and drag him over towards the bed instead, a faint red mist seeping from her glowing eyes as her heat rose, her firm stomach flexing slightly with her breathing.

Once on the bed, however it had happened, Mirchell straddled over Albert's legs, her fauld still covering her upper legs while her heavy boots encased her feet. The latter at least, she intended to fix, grinning as she lifted one foot up at a time, releasing the straps at the backs of her boots which held the dark metal in place, to discard them. The boots were padded inside with fur and linen, which rendered any other wear for her feet pointless, and beneath, the demoness' feet, pretty average when her own large size was taken into account, were bare. This still left them with the issue that the muscular albino was still wearing her leathery fauld, but considering that such was little more than an armoured skirt, it was not such a huge issue, as Mirchell knelt astride the male on the bed, grinning broadly, sharp canines glinting slightly as her red eyes gazed down into Albert's face. "I'm glad you like the menu, I hope you're ready to... Feast~" the albino purred in that same sultry voice, even as she started to lower her hips, using one pale hand to shift the strip of dark leather that served to provide modesty beneath her fauld.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

Spoiler

Mirchell: HP = 87, PP = 44, EP = 6/47, Status = Low on Energy

Albert gave a deep grunt as Mirchell reached forward and took a hold of his firm shaft, his blood pulsing through it detectable through the tips of the demon's fingers. "Only most of us," he commented dryly following her remark about poetry, and then gave a soft sigh as she sniffed at him, inhaling a good deal of his pungent musk. A moment later he murmured, his member twitching as her lips and her tongue were first applied to his length, momentarily intensifying the presence of his scent as she tasted him for the first time, also getting her first taste of his spirit.... And he was powerful. More than enough to feed her, at the very least. She'd taken a tiny sip only, the barest taste of his essence, but that much was all she needed to get a good estimate of his spiritual strength.

"Why wait indeed?" he grunted softly, grinning even as he stood up and followed her over to the bed, onto which he was happily plopped and then left to wait while she got her boots off. "You're keeping that thing on?" he asked as she climbed atop him, straddling the human as his hands came up from behind his head and settled onto Mirchell's hips. The grin never left Albert's face, however, and as she shifted aside her loincloth and lowered her hips so that she was slowly speared onto his shaft, drawing a low rumbling groan that emanated up from Albert's chest. The warrior shifted slightly, spreading his legs and raising his knees so that she had a better angle, driving his tip against her most sensitive spot as she slowly descended upon him but not thrusting up to meet her.

Mirchell's sensitive inner walls could feel every contour of his thick manhood, every vein rubbing against her soft flesh as it clamped around him and the ridge along the domed crown of his cock striking at her most sensitive spots in particular. She could feel his spirit opening to her at the same time, their physical connection allowing her to reach out spiritually and begin to feed, not as quickly as some she'd known but still enough to start sating the hunger of her own dark soul. "Even better than I'd thought it'd be!" he muttered, slowly smoothing his hands along Mirchell's sides as his hips ground up into her, shifting his manhood about inside and causing delightful little spurts of physical sensation to rush up the demon's spine. He was only moving lightly, however, and though he filled her almost completely, his tip nudging lightly against her cervix and her inner walls stretching, there was no discomfort to be had on her part, at least not from him. Her position on top left her with almost complete control, and she was free to start off as swiftly or as slowly as she liked, depending on how much she wanted to savor her meal.

 

[Mirchie]

Re: Crimson Queen (Mirchie)

The pale albino's glowing eyes flared as her warm tongue tip savoured the influx of energy. The power that filled her body surprised Mirchell, making her tilt backwards in surprise, her glowing eyes going wide, and her sensitive nostrils flared, filled by the arousing, musky scent. Driven onwards by the revelation, the hulking demoness was more than happy to drag him over to the bed, her horns glinting in the dull light, and her large wings twitching and rustling behind her back, occasionally the outermost part of the wing frame stretching out, as if she was full of energy but not sure where to put it, much like other people might drum their fingers, or twirl their hair, or some such like that.

As she straddled over him, Mirchell growled slightly, her pale lips peeling back over her teeth momentarily, that animalistic urge briefly swelling up inside her, and it was quite likely that Albert would see the vicious intent well up in her bright, gleaming eyes, though she swiftly blinked, and the urge passed. The demoness' gaze settled, and instead she simply grinned, as she shifted down, spreading her netherlips about his manhood, and she winked lasciviously. "What was that? I thought we weren't waiting~" the warrior succubus purred out, the pleasure apparent in her voice as she sank down upon him, her toes curling in pleasure. The leather folds of her fauld bent as she sank, spreading out over both of their legs, and the human's belly, though Mirchell seemed not to mind it, her long ears twitching, and her glowing eyes narrowing to slits, until only a slim beam of their glowing red light escaped.

Her womanhood clenched down over each inch as she sank, the tendrils of her worn and ragged soul reaching out ravenously to begin feeding upon Albert, the strength and power of his own spirit coaxing the demoness in so enticingly that she could not resist in such a starved state. The thought did cross her mind though, that if a human could have this much power, what must an angel taste of? This human kept surprising her, and the albino did not want that to stop any time soon. She sank down to the hilt, her pale lips parting and a pleased moan escaping her maw, sharp teeth glinting as her hips pressed down against his own. As the tip pressed so deeply into her wet, warm and tight flower, to the point of pressing against her cervix, the succubus contorted, glowing eyes going wide once more, and she growled again, though this time it was a far more tame sound, as her ebony wings flared out once again, shrouding both participants in shadow as the large frames spread, only making the glow of her crimson eyes seem even more intense for a moment as she leant in close, warm breath washing over Albert's collarbone and neck.

The albino's hips started to rock then, drawing rough-sounding moans from Mirchell's throat as she started to properly feed, her essence reaching through their deep physical connection, to start drinking from the power of Albert's soul, even as she forced her large wings to fold away again behind her back, and instead, her long black tail started to flick and twist behind her curvaceous rear, the spade-shaped tip, currently soft to the touch, almost fuzzy even, starting to caress along his thigh. "Of course it's better~ I am better than most~" Mirchell cooed out again, and while her voice was rough and husky, it was still coated in metaphorical honey, dripping with lustful intent as her hips started to pull upwards, and sink down, eagerly riding the human's thick shaft.